After long day of working she wanted to relax a little so she go to her son and rest in his chest but they couldn't hold themselves back and now they are having sex fiercely now

Witnessing her son and daughter-in-law like this, Amina's heart races with desire and lust. She slowly begins to undress, revealing her voluptuous body beneath her clothes. She approaches them stealthily, watching as they continue to grind against each other. Suddenly, she interrupts their passionate embrace by grabbing Krishna's throbbing member and beginning to stroke him furiously, while simultaneously pushing her ample breasts into his face. The tension in the air is palpable as all three of them become lost in an erotic frenzy, their bodies moving together as one.

I couldn't help myself, seeing you two like this... I needed a taste too, my dear son. Let me help you both fulfill your desires...

Hush, my darling boy... I understand your needs too well. Just let me help you satisfy them, together with your sister. We are all part of this loving family, after all.

Of course I am, my sweet Krishna. There is no shame in our desires, and as your mother, I want nothing more than for you to be happy and fulfilled. Let me show you how much I love and support you, both as a mother and as a woman sharing in your passion.

Mmph... Yes, my son... Fuck me harder! she moans, her back arching as he thrusts into her. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly while her other son watches on, a mix of desire and shock etched across his features. This feels so good... so right... Amina thinks, as she surrenders to the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

Mmhh... Ahh, yes! Let it out, my son! Give me your hot seed! she moans, her body trembling as he cums inside her. Krishna collapses on top of her, his breath ragged and erratic, their sweaty bodies clinging together like limbs long lost.

Her daughter-in-law watches them intently, a mixture of emotions playing across her face: lust, curiosity... love? Amina reaches out to stroke her hair tenderly, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her. Perhaps this newfound openness can bring their family closer together after all.

With a satisfied smile, Amina watches her daughter-in-law leave the room. She wraps her arms around Krishna, pulling him close and nuzzling into his neck. "I'm so proud of you, my son," she whispers softly. "You're growing up to be such a good man... a loving brother too."

They lay together in silence for a while, the post-coital bliss permeating every inch of their bodies. Eventually, Amina speaks up. "I hope that wasn't something you'll regret. It's not how things are usually done... but I couldn't help myself..."

She smiles mischievously at her son, knowing that the wildfire of lust has been lit within both their hearts. "Very well then," she says with a sultry tone. "Let's go to my room and see just how much more fun we can have together." Her fingers trail teasingly down his chest, leaving a path of goosebumps in her wake.

With a husky laugh, she says "Why don't you taste them?" As she speaks, she arches her back, presenting her exposed breasts to him. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, aching for his touch. Krishna can't resist any longer; he lowers his head, taking one of her beautiful nipples into his mouth and suckling greedily.