Oya, a 56-year-old woman, lay on the bed, her saggy breasts heaving with each labored breath. Her husband, Hasmet, stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. Behind him, Oya’s son-in-law Dakota loomed, his young, virile body tense with anticipation.

Hasmet had been sharing Oya with Dakota for months now, ever since the young man had moved in with them. At first, Oya had been reluctant, her conservative upbringing clashing with the depraved desires of her husband and son-in-law. But as the weeks turned into months, Oya found herself growing accustomed to the arrangement, even craving the rough, animalistic sex that the two men subjected her to.

Hasmet climbed onto the bed, his hands roughly groping Oya’s ample flesh. “Look at this fat, ugly cow,” he sneered, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp. “She’s nothing but a set of holes for us to use.”

Dakota moved to the other side of the bed, his hands caressing Oya’s round belly and thick thighs. “I can’t believe I’m fucking my own mother-in-law,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “But damn, she’s a good fuck.”

Hasmet shoved two fingers into Oya’s mouth, silencing her protests. “Suck on this, you filthy whore,” he commanded, forcing her head down on his hand. Oya obediently sucked, her beautiful thin lips wrapped around his fingers like a pro.

Dakota positioned himself between Oya’s legs, his hard cock pressing against her wet slit. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name,” he growled, thrusting into her with one swift motion.