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My name is Aditya. I’m a 24-year-old Indian boy. I recently got married to a Muslim girl named Reeva. She’s 22 years old, she is a goddess. She has perfect boobs and the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. She’s 5 feet 5 inches tall. She has the fairest complexion, with a big ass and juicy ass.

I wanted to escape my past. So, I moved away from India and had an interfaith marriage with Reeva. But in the UK, I never felt like I was free.

About a year later, my 20-year-old cousin Kalyani came to the UK for further studies. She came to stay with me and Reeva until she found her place. She’s a beautiful girl with milky white skin and black hair. She’s a bit short but very cute.

I have a lot of history with Kalyani, we were always close friends. But about 1 year ago, she confessed that she wanted to be more than friends with me. We started dating each other, and our chemistry was amazing. But eventually, we broke up.

Kalyani never stopped loving me, and we always stayed in touch. She eventually moved away to the UK to get her Master’s degree. I thought that living together would make things awkward, but surprisingly, it didn’t. I was afraid that she would try to seduce me again. But I think that she had given up.

One day, I came home from work. I found that both my wife and Kalyani were in the living room wearing short skirts and looking like hot as hell. I walked in, and Reeva greeted me with a hug and said, “I heard you’re working too much these days. So Kalyani was kind enough to offer to cook dinner for us.”

I replied, “It’s very nice of you to cook dinner for us, Kalyani.”

Kalyani answered, “It’s my pleasure. It’s the least I could do for the two people who have helped me so much.”

Reeva had been drinking some wine, and she was getting tipsy. She looked at Kalyani and said, “You’re such a nice girl. I really wish I had known you before I married Aditya. It would have been nice to know him through you.”

Kalyani smiled and said, “It’s alright. You have him now, but you’ll never know what it was like for him and me.”

I realized that Kalyani still had feelings for me. She wanted Reeva to know that she was still in love with me.

The night went on with us having dinner and laughing together. After dinner, Reeva started yawning, and I realized she was getting sleepy. I said goodnight to both of them and went to my room.

A few hours later, I heard Kalyani coming into my room. She woke me up and started making out with me. I asked her what she was doing. She said, “I know you still love me, and I also know you have a strong feeling for your wife.”

I said, “What are you talking about?”

She said, “I’ve been watching you two for months now. I’ve noticed how much love you have for each other. I love you both a lot, and I think this is the perfect opportunity for us to do something that we all will enjoy. I know you love Reeva and you also have feelings for me. Why don’t we have some fun together? It could be something you’ll never forget.”

She slowly took off my clothes, and I was already hard by the time she finished. She started sucking my dick, and I started moaning her name. Then she said, “Shh, Reeva is still asleep in the other room. She could hear us if we’re loud.”

I said, “Oh yeah.”

She kept sucking me until she made me cum. Then she licked every single drop off my dick. After that, she took off her clothes and rode my cock. She felt amazing, she had a tight pussy. Her big tits were bouncing up and down as she rode me.

I had to cover her mouth to stop her from moaning so loudly. After she cum on my dick, we both fell asleep. In the morning, we woke up and realized that we had to get ready quickly.

Kalyani was supposed to go to her university, and I was supposed to be at work in an hour. We both got dressed quickly and left the house.

That day at work was so boring for me. The only thing I could think about was fucking Kalyani again. When I got home that night I saw that Reeva and Kalyani weren’t home yet. I called my wife, and she answered.

She said that they were going to the gym together and they would be home in a couple of hours. I said okay and waited for them. About an hour later, Reeva opened the door and walked in. She was looking amazing, she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra.

Her tits were still bouncing from walking, and her ass looked juicy in those tight pants. I greeted her and asked her where Kalyani was. She said that Kalyani went to get some milk from the corner store. Reeva came near me and kissed me on the cheek.

Then she went to the kitchen to make herself a smoothie. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. Then Kalyani opened the door and said, “Hey, I got the milk.” Then she walked in and gave Reeva a hug from behind.

Reeva turned around and hugged Kalyani back and said, “Thank you so much, you’re always so nice to me.”

Kalyani replied, “Of course, you’re such a nice person. It’s my pleasure.”

Reeva smiled at Kalyani, and then she kissed her on the cheek. Kalyani blushed and said, “What’s that for?”

Reeva replied, “That’s for being nice to me.”

I saw how Kalyani looked at Reeva. She was staring at her like she wanted to fuck her. I had an idea. I walked near them and said, “How about we make something interesting happen tonight?”

Reeva looked at me curiously and asked, “Like what?”

I said, “Why don’t we try to seduce each other, and whoever succeeds gets to fuck the other two however they want.”

Kalyani immediately said, “Yes, I’d love to play that game.”

Reeva thought for a bit and then said, “But I’m married to you, Aditya.”

I said, “Don’t worry about that. It’s just a game, and it’ll be our little secret.”

She smiled and said, “Okay, deal.”

Reeva kept flirting with me all night. She kept touching me and making dirty jokes, and Kalyani kept flirting with Reeva. They both seemed very desperate to win the game.

About 2 hours later, Reeva and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Kalyani walked in and sat next to my wife on the couch. My wife was wearing a black dress that showed her cleavage. Kalyani was wearing a pink skirt and a white top that showed her midriff.

I could see Kalyani looking at Reeva’s tits. She seemed to be very interested in them. She kept looking at them, and then she tried to touch one of them. I pretended that I didn’t see it happen. Reeva noticed Kalyani touching her tits, and she seemed very aroused by it.

She looked back at Kalyani with a smile on her face. Kalyani seemed to feel more confident after that. She touched Reeva’s tit again. This time, Reeva didn’t pull back. She kept her tit in Kalyani’s hand, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Then Kalyani slowly slipped her hand into Reeva’s dress and started massaging her tits. Reeva seemed to enjoy it and she started moaning. Then Kalyani slid her hand down Reeva’s body and started touching her pussy. Reeva was still wearing her panties.

But Kalyani had slipped her hand under them and was fingering my wife’s pussy. Reeva was moaning louder now. She seemed like she was very turned on. After that, Kalyani leaned in and started making out with Reeva. Both of them were touching each other and moaning.

It seemed like they wanted to fuck each other. Then Kalyani pulled down Reeva’s panties and started fingering her pussy more aggressively. Reeva spread her legs and let Kalyani finger her. Kalyani pushed Reeva back on the couch and started licking her pussy.

Reeva seemed like she was in heaven. She was moaning so loudly, and she was pulling Kalyani’s hair. Then, my wife started squirting all over Kalyani’s face. Kalyani seemed very surprised, but she didn’t stop. She kept licking Reeva’s pussy.

After Reeva came, Kalyani crawled up to me and started sucking my dick. She gave the best blowjobs. She had skills that I had never taught her. After she made me cum in her mouth, she swallowed all my cum, and then she sucked my dick clean.

Reeva had been watching us the whole time. She was very aroused. That night, Kalyani won the game, and she got to fuck both of us however she wanted. We did a lot of crazy stuff that night, we had a threesome, we did a spit roast and a lot of other things. Then, after we all cum, we fell asleep.

The next morning, Reeva woke me up and said, “Good morning, you were amazing last night.”

I said, “So were you. I never knew you could be so wild.”

She said, “Me neither. I think you two should have a lot more threesomes.”

Then I saw that Kalyani wasn’t in bed, I looked at the clock and said, “Fuck, it’s 10:00 am, we’re both late.”

I rushed out of bed and got dressed. Then I left for work. I told my wife to wake Kalyani up and send her to her university. She said okay, and we both left the house.

The whole day I was thinking about my wife and cousin fucking each other. It felt very strange. But I couldn’t deny that it was hot to watch them together.

That night, I came home and found my wife and Kalyani waiting for me in the living room. My wife walked up to me and said, “Kalyani told me what happened last week. She said you both had a lot of fun, and it was your idea.”

I replied, “Yeah, it was fun.”

She said, “So why don’t we do it again?”

Kalyani jumped in and said, “Yes, let’s do it again.”

I was shocked, and I didn’t know what to say. So I just nodded, and we all went into the bedroom. We undressed each other, and then my wife started sucking my dick while Kalyani ate her pussy. We all cum at the same time that night.

The next few months were crazy. We had a lot of threesomes, and my wife even started wearing sexy outfits to seduce Kalyani. I realized that she had started to like girls. It wasn’t just about me anymore. One day, I was talking to her, and I asked her, “Reeva, do you like girls now?”

She replied, “Not just any girls, I like Kalyani. She makes me feel amazing.” That day, I realized that Reeva was starting to fall in love with Kalyani.

About 5 months later, we had another threesome. It was a Sunday morning, and the three of us were naked in the bed. We all just cum, and we were recovering from our orgasms.

My wife suddenly said, “Aditya, I know you used to date Kalyani before we married. I also know that you both have been fucking each other now and then since she moved in. I want you both to know that I’m okay with it. I want all three of us to be together forever.”

Kalyani and I looked at each other. We didn’t know how to react. Then my wife said, “I love both of you, and I want you both for myself. Let’s all move in together and never separate from each other.”

Kalyani suddenly said, “If we’re going to be together, then there are a few things we need to discuss.”

My wife asked, “Like what, Kalyani?”

Kalyani said, “Well, you two have been married for almost 1 year now, and you’ve never had kids. I think it’s time for us to have one together. There’s only one way we can do it.”

Reeva asked, “What’s that?”

Kalyani replied, “We need to fuck each other every day, and then maybe we’ll get lucky.”

I said, “You mean you want me to impregnate one of you?”

Kalyani nodded her head and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

Reeva looked at us both and said, “If I get pregnant, then I’ll have to be the mother. I don’t think it would be right for my husband and cousin to have a kid together.”

Want to know what happens next. I will be writing this story maybe later.

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PROLOGUE:

It’s exactly 2:00 in the morning.

Varun Bhaiya and I sit naked on the living room couch, stroking our cocks, waiting for Aditi to join us. The room is dark, lit only by the flashing lights of a big-screen TV on mute, showing bad porn.

“Where the fuck is she?” Varun Bhaiya asks impatiently. He shifts closer to me, putting my hand on his cock. Licking his lips, he grabs my neck with both hands and begins kissing it feverishly, biting me now and then.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation as I begin jerking off his considerably larger cock, hard as steel and oozing pre-cum at the crown.

At 21, I was slim, fair and smooth-skinned, much smaller than my older brother. Varun, at 25, was powerfully built. He was rougher as well and darker, with an imposing chest and jawline.

He often called me ‘pretty boy,’ a taunt I hated. Truth is, we never really got along outside of these late-night ‘loving’ encounters.

As siblings, Aditi and I were far more alike. We were both strait-laced and gentle-natured. We enjoyed the same songs and agreed on most things. And yet, it was Varun Bhaiya she preferred sexually.

I can hear Paapu snore in his room down the hall. There’s no chance of him waking up. One of us always laced his juice with a sedative during dinner. The old man was blissfully unaware that his pretty little ‘princess’ was defiled almost every night by his two sons.

Varun Bhaiya’s kisses become harder on my neck, “Go get her or I’ll fuck you instead.” He says breathlessly.

As I stand, we hear the door to Aditi’s room finally open. We watch her emerge bare-footed and stark naked from the darkness and into the flashing lights of the TV screen.

At 19, my fair-skinned younger sister is at the peak of her youth. She stands at 5 feet and 6 inches, which is tall for a girl. Her girly breasts are round and firm. Her hips are slender but shapely, and her flawless little pussy, is always clean-shaven.

Aditi’s beautiful makeup-less face, loose hair and glowing skin consume Varun Bhaiya and me with a blasphemous desire.

“I fell asleep.” She says languidly, rubbing an eye. “Has Paapu conked out?”

Varun Bhaiya leaps off the couch and effortlessly lifts her off her feet, parting her legs and wrapping them around his muscular waist.

“Bhaiya, stop!” She says firmly, pulling her face back, “I need to go brush my teeth first.”

Easily overpowering her, he begins kissing her face passionately before slipping his hard tongue deep into her soft mouth, tasting it hungrily. Waking up fully now to his aggressive masculine energy, she begins to return his kisses fervently.

The sight of them doing this always bewilders me. They are opposites – these two. During the day, they fight viciously. And yet, all is forgotten when they meet at this time of night.

Laying her down on the couch, Aditi flirtatiously raises a perfect leg and places her pedicured toes in Varun Bhaiya’s mouth. He begins sucking on them feverishly with his eyes closed.

She can’t help but giggle at his intensity. He opens his eyes and responds by playfully slapping her face hard, in my opinion. He spreads her legs wide and crudely spits on her pussy. She bites her lip and goes silent, knowing playtime is over.

As he enters her tightness, she squeals loudly. Before long, he’s thrusting an unbelievably big cock in her relatively smaller frame. I sit back on a chair, stroking my cock and grin. I watch my ‘sibs’ forgive each other for the fifth time this week!

Aditi’s Seduction: A night of passion with Varun Bhaiya.

I, at 22, was a virgin, too mild-mannered to be sexy to any girl my age. A middle child stuck between a bullying, obnoxious older brother and an angelic and loving young sister.

Aditi was Paapu’s favourite, his pride and joy and therefore, a brat. It was Varun Bhaiya who laid down the law in our house, not Paapu. After Mum passed away, Aditi became the focal point of the family, something which Varun Bhaiya resented deeply.

We are a family like any other family: Educated, middle-class, with high aspirations. And yet, we are nothing like any other family. Not since a night, like any other night, a month ago.

I awoke at 3:00 in the morning, thirsty. As I drank a glass of water in the kitchen, I heard a sound at odds and followed it down the hall. A muffled cry, a whisper, a shuddered breath, a low growl, and finally, breathless gasps and creaking wood.

Bare-footed, I walked towards Aditi’s room. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, revealing a hideous sight.

On the opposite side of the bed frame, facing me, Aditi and Varun Bhaiya were kneeling on the floor, almost fully clothed. She was bent over the unmade mattress with him holding her tightly from behind. Both their eyes were closed.

Their lower halves were obscured by the bed, hence my confusion. Till it dawned on me that he was thrusting his hips in and out of her from behind. Her face was blissful but contorted.

He then mumbled something ghastly in her ear. A forbidden question, it seemed like. She responded with a slight nod, her eyes remaining closed as he began pushing in and out harder, making her gasp aloud.

Unexpectedly, Aditi opened her eyes and froze when she saw me standing in the doorway, open-mouthed. Needless to say, she freaked out!

Elbowing Varun Bhaiya, she pushed him away, pulled her pyjamas back up and quickly crouched down. He, on the other hand, stood up, visibly startled, with a massive, fully erect dick.

I was too stunned to say or do anything. With a pounding heart, I went back into my room quietly and sat on a chair. Aditi followed moments later, closing the door behind her. She began crying hysterically and sat on my bed, shivering with fear.

“It just…happened.” She said, crying.

“What do you mean it just happened?” I asked.

Aditi lowered her gaze and said nothing.

“Look at me!” I said, raising my voice, “Tell me what you mean by ‘it just happened’.”

“A month ago…” She said, shaking. “Varun Bhaiya and I drove to Lahore for a mehendi.”

“You’ve been doing this for a month?” I said, shocked.

“No one was supposed to know.” She said, quivering. “He started it. It was him. No one was supposed to know.”

“Calm the fuck down and breathe.” I said, needing a moment to gather my thoughts, “What happened a month ago?”

“Bhaiya and I were at a mehendi in Lahore. We spent a night at the hotel.”

“I know. I remember.”

She hesitated, “I got…drunk.”

“What?” I said, “Bhaiya allowed you?”

Aditi nodded. “He said I could have just one glass of wine, but I ended up having a lot more when he wasn’t looking. Even he was drunk. We all were…”

“What then?”

“It got very late, and I got sick, so he took me back to the room.”

“Go on.”

“As soon as I made it to the bathroom, I vomited in the toilet. I’d never been drunk before.” She said, wiping her nose, “Bhaiya was very nice about it. Didn’t yell. I was so out of it, I just sat on the bathroom floor, a complete mess, with a little bit of vomit on me, my lehenga-choli.”

“Then?”

“I wanted to take it off my clothes and wash up before going to bed. But Bhaiyya said he couldn’t leave me alone in that state. He said I might fall and hit my head, so he began…helping me.”

“Helping you, how?”

“The bathroom had a big tub, so he took my shoes off, lifted me and put me in it. We even laughed as he did that. We both did.”

“Then?”

“I thought he’d leave, but he said he wanted to help me get cleaned up. He began undoing my blouse. I was half unconscious and didn’t think much of it. We were both…wasted.” She said, biting her lip.

“He took off my blouse and began wiping me with a wet towel.” I tried to sit up but couldn’t. He then said he needed to take my lehenga off because it was stained. Before I could say anything, he began untying the string, so I just…let him.”

“You let him?” I said unbelievably.

“He’s my brother!” She said defensively. “Who else could I have trusted?”

“Then?”

“After he took my lehenga off, I was sitting there in my bra and underwear. I began feeling embarrassed, being like that in front of him, so I asked for a towel to cover up. But he was dismissive, saying he wasn’t done cleaning me. But then he began removing his clothes. I asked what he was doing. He said he didn’t want to get his suit wet, which made sense. He then plugged the drain and turned on the tap, letting the hot water run.”

She said, then began crying again, “But then he changed everything, he changed everything!”

“What do you mean?”

“The hot water touched my feet, and it soothed me. So I put my head back and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt my nipple ache. When I opened my eyes, my bra was floating in the water, and Bhaiya had my left breast in his mouth.”

“Didn’t you stop him?” I asked angrily.

“I tried pushing him away, but I stopped because it only made it worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“He began sucking on me harder, biting me, hurting me, so I drew him closer instead to calm him down. I wrapped my arms around his head and even kissed his forehead, telling him to stop.”

I gulped, “Then?”

“He finally stood up and stepped back, and I saw he was completely naked, playing with his big dick, staring at me. I managed to stand up, thinking he was done with his little…prank. But as I began climbing out, he grabbed me again and pulled me back in, shutting the glass door,…locking it.”

“Asshole!”

“It’s not his fault.” She said. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have been in that position with him, naked like that. He couldn’t stop himself.”

“For fuck’s sake! He’s your brother!” I said, “What did he do to you in that tub?”

“What we did.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means…” She said, then hesitated, “He kept kissing me, all over, kept kissing me…making it feel…good.”

I was too stunned to speak.

“I kept trying to leave, but he’s too strong.” She said,  “Ripped my panties off like it was paper.”

“Again…” I said, “What do you mean ‘what we did?’”

“I struggled, I swear!” She said, “But then he shoved me down on the ledge, forced my legs open and…went down me…. I’d never felt anything like it before.”

“What were you thinking?”

“No one was thinking.” She said. “We were just…not ourselves.”

“What then?”

“Bhaiya kept loving me, with his mouth,…fingering me till I was…compromised.” She said, “He then stood up, grabbed me by my hair and…put his dick on my chin. I just…”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.” She said, half-rebelliously, “I took it in my mouth. He taught me how.”

“But you’re …siblings,” I said, alarmed. “You’re his sister.”

“He’s my brother and I love him.”

“You’re a victim. You don’t know it.”

“I’m no victim.” She said angrily, asserting her independence, “I loved it.”

“Shut up!” I said, “Then what? Did he…cum?”

“No, he pulled away.” She said, “By that time I was…I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. I stood up and waited for him to…guide me.”

“What did he do?” I asked meekly.

“He pulled me down into the hot water, where he made me straddle him.” She said, “I guided him to my…opening beneath the water and began lowering myself. But he was too big, and I got scared. I didn’t have the guts to do it, so he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly lowered me on it.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked, envisioning it.

“I screamed really hard, but he kept lowering me.” She said, “He laughed, pushed it ALL the way in. I tried to climb off. I even slapped his face a few times, but he just held me there with his big arms. Told me I needed to relax.”

“Was there blood?” I asked.

“Not at first.” She said, “I was in a lot of pain. But he began kissing me gently and told me I needed to give it time to stretch for him. That’s when I started seeing blood in the water. It was all…unreal.”

“Ya, I bet.”

Unexpectedly then, Aditi smiled, “He took some of that bloody water, put it in his mouth and spat it on my face. Disgusting joker he is.” She said, “He did it to distract me from the pain. It worked. We laughed.”

I felt an intense pang of anger and jealousy.

She continued, “Once I had…opened for him, I began.”

“You began fucking him?”

“Yes.” She said shamelessly, “It wasn’t entirely his fault. We both did something wrong. It’s now a night that won’t go away, keeps following us,…those feelings.”

I couldn’t contain my anger, “You’re such a fucking slut.”

At this, Aditi became furious!

She was done with my interrogation. “I’m not saying another word.” She said, “You have no right to say that to me!”

“That’s it, I’ve heard enough!” I said and began standing up. Thinking I was going to tell Paapu everything, Aditi leapt forward. Crying hysterically, she pushed me back on the chair and knelt between my legs.

My heart broke seeing her cry that way.

”Aditi, he took advantage of you.” I said softly, “I want to kill him.”

“No, bhaiya, please! I LET him fuck me. I keep letting him. Please forgive us!” She cried and began kissing my hand over and over again. “Please, Bhaiya! Don’t tell Paapu, I’ll do anything for you, anything. I love you so much. I’ll love you like I love him.”

She then took my hand and placed it on her chest, making my palm cup a perfect, firm breast.

“What are you doing?” I asked, panicking.

In a flash, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down, revealing my semi-erect dick. She lowered her face and began kissing it with an intensity that stunned me.

I put my head back, dizzy by her warm breath on my cold skin. Her heavenly face pressed down on my crotch. Expertly, her soft fingers began caressing my scrotum as she took me in her mouth. I was suddenly in bliss!

I realised then that I was exactly like Varun Bhaiya. I could very well have seized the opportunity myself in the tub that night. I didn’t let this horrifying thought disgust me. I let it wash over me till I was completely at peace with this darkness inside.

Hungrily, I grabbed her face and kissed her salivating mouth as my hand slid under her T-shirt to molest her young bra-less tits. Somewhere in hell, the devil smiled as I now knelt on the floor and forcefully swung her around.

Hell-bent on replicating the abomination I had witnessed earlier, I pulled her pyjamas down and was met with her flawless round ass.

Time stopped.

By the time Varun Bhaiya walked into the room, Aditi and I lay on the bed stark naked. I pressed the full weight of my body onto hers. I fucked her vigorously, having already ejaculated minutes earlier. I loved her so much that I wanted to live inside her womb.

Aditi sensed Varun Bhaiya’s presence in the room. I saw her throw a cheeky smile at him and then bite her lip as he removed his shorts. I stopped thrusting and stared blankly at Varun Bhaiya. He grinned at me, knowing I had been completely neutralised by partaking in their abomination.

We might as well have been devil-worshippers, the three of us. There was now no question of him being outed as a ‘bhenchod.’ His secret was safe with me, another ‘bhenchod.’

Looking relaxed, he climbed onto the bed and placed his cock in Aditi’s mouth. I resumed fucking her harder this time.

What happened next is a blur. I began seeing the room in red. I felt possessed, demon-like, as if God’s laws no longer applied. I can now recall fragments of what happened next and only through a distorted lens dipped in the colour of blood:

Varun Bhaiya and Aditi fucking on the floor like dogs in heat. Her mouth on my cock, Bhaiya’s hands on my skin, Bhaiya and I sucking on Aditi’s tits like two hungry children. My hand was on something soft-hard, the taste of cum in my mouth.

Aditi’s gaping hole, the strange sensation of soft-hardness in my mouth. Bhaiya’s screams, cum, Aditi’s tightness, more cum, bliss, then nothing. A lovely, lonely, empty void.

END OF PART 1.

Kalyani smiled at me and said, “I’d don’t mind to have your baby.”

I suddenly got horny again and I said, “Let’s fuck again.”

My wife smiled at me and said, “Let me be in the middle this time.”

I said okay and the three of us got into a position. My wife sat on top of Kalyani and spread her legs wide, then I got behind her and slid my dick into her pussy. She moaned as my cock slipped inside her and then I started fucking her.

I went hard and deep, Kalyani moaned with every thrust. Then I felt my wife tighten her pussy on my cock and she said, “Ah, I’m coming.”

Kalyani said, “Cum in her, cum in her.”

I kept fucking my wife and then I came in her pussy, I filled it with my hot cum. Then my wife got off Kalyani and sucked my dick clean.

That night we all fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About a month later, Kalyani came into my room one night and said, “Aditya I have something important to tell you.”

I said, “Yeah what is it?”

She said, “Your wife and I have been fucking each other in secret while you’re away at work. She told me that she’s in love with me now and I’m in love with her too.”

I suddenly got very angry and I shouted, “How could you two do this to me?”

Kalyani was taken aback by my reaction and she said, “Aditya what’s wrong? Don’t you want me and your wife to be happy together?”

I said, “I don’t give a fuck if you two are happy, all I know is that my wife and you are in love and you’ve been fucking each other behind my back.”

Kalyani started crying and she said, “Please don’t be upset, let me make it up to you.”

I said, “There’s no way you can make this up to me, you two have ruined everything.”

I got out of bed and walked into the living room, I saw Reeva sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked at me and I saw the guilt in her eyes. I shouted, “You fucking bitch.”

She looked at me with shock on her face and said, “What happened?”

I said, “Kalyani just told me about your secret love affair, you fucking slut.”

She got up from the couch and walked towards me, she said, “What are you doing Aditya?”

I grabbed her by the neck and said, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

She tried to fight back but I was too strong, I tied her hands behind her back. Then I tied her ankles together and carried her into the bedroom.

I threw her on the bed and Kalyani said, “What do you want us to do, Aditya?”

I said, “Make her beg for forgiveness.”

Kalyani walked near my wife and started kissing her passionately. My wife moaned and seemed like she was enjoying it. I asked her, “Do you still want to fuck my cousin?”

Reeva nodded her head and Kalyani took off all her clothes. My wife was still tied up and helpless, then Kalyani got on top of her and started riding her pussy with her own. My wife was moaning very loudly as Kalyani fucked her.

Then Kalyani took a pillow and shoved it in my wife’s face, she started smothering her. My wife tried to fight back but she was too weak, then Kalyani pulled out the pillow and my wife took deep breaths. She looked at Kalyani and said, “Please let me go.”

Kalyani smiled at her and said, “Ask your husband.”

My wife looked at me and said, “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just fell in love with your cousin.”

I said, “Sorry, but I can’t forgive you. You’ll have to take your punishment.”

Then Kalyani spread my wife’s legs and started eating her pussy. My wife moaned very loudly as my cousin fucked her with her tongue. Then Kalyani climbed on top of my wife and rode her pussy again, she made my wife cum very loudly.

I realized that my wife liked girls more than me now, she was very aroused from Kalyani eating her pussy. Then Kalyani told my wife to eat her pussy, my wife refused at first but Kalyani threatened to smother her again and she started eating Kalyani’s pussy.

I watched my wife licking Kalyani’s clit and I couldn’t help it, I got horny again. I took off my clothes and walked near them, I said, “It’s time for me to fuck you now.”

My wife said, “No please, you can’t.”

I ignored her and untied her ankles, then I pulled her on all fours and shoved my dick in her pussy. She screamed very loudly but Kalyani shoved the pillow in her face again. My wife seemed to like it rough so I fucked her as hard as I could.

Kalyani watched us fucking and she seemed very turned on, she said, “Fuck me too, please fuck me too.”

I pulled my dick out of my wife’s pussy and shoved it into Kalyani’s pussy, she moaned very loudly and seemed like she loved my cock. Then I pulled out and shoved it in Reeva again, they both started moaning and seemed very happy.

I kept fucking them both until we all came. Then I fell asleep next to them.

The next day, I woke up and saw that Reeva wasn’t in bed. I walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch, she was fully covered in a burka and she looked very sad.

I asked her, “Why are you wearing that?”

She said, “Because you two made me your slut last night, now I’m your sex slave.”

Kalyani suddenly appeared and said, “You’re not just my cousin’s sex slave, you’re mine too.”

Reeva said, “I know and I’ll do whatever you two want me to, just don’t leave me.”

Then Kalyani dragged her into the bedroom and I followed them. Kalyani took off Reeva’s burka and said, “Today we’re going to brand you as our slut.”

Reeva looked very scared and asked, “Brand me?”

Kalyani took out a marker and drew a circle around my wife’s asshole and pussy, then she drew the number 69 in the circle and said, “This is the brand of our slut.”

I smiled at my wife and said, “Now you belong to both of us.”

My wife nodded her head and asked, “What now?”

Kalyani said, “Get on all fours.”

My wife did as she was told and Kalyani started eating her pussy again. I got behind her and shoved my dick in her asshole. She screamed in pain but Kalyani kept eating her pussy. I kept fucking her asshole until I came, then I pulled out.

Kalyani had been watching me fuck my wife’s ass and she seemed very horny. She got up and said, “My turn.”

I watched as Kalyani shoved her finger in my wife’s asshole, then she shoved her dildo in too. My wife screamed in pain and begged them to stop but Kalyani didn’t. Then she started riding my wife’s ass as hard and fast as she could. My wife was screaming very loudly in pain and begging for mercy.

I watched my cousin fuck my wife’s asshole until my wife started crying, then Kalyani finally stopped and pulled out. My wife collapsed on the bed and said, “Thank you, thank you.”

I asked, “For what?”

She replied, “For letting me be your slut, I’m so grateful.”

I said, “Thanks my wifey, for bring our good little puppy.

Then we fucked her for months and still fucking her and msking out love with each other every chance we got.

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Hey all, Kumar here, a new author. The following story is a real-life story with a mixture of fantasy. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

This story revolves around how me and my sister started a physical relationship, later how mom caught us, and then finally how I ended up marrying both my mom and sister.

Let’s start with my sister’s description. She is dusky with a good curvy body. She has got a sexy desirable body, a thin waist, and big boobs with perky brown nipples.

About me, I am brown with a well-built body. I am 6’3″ tall with a 6.5 inches cock. Let’s go on to the story –

It was one fine day when I normally chose to enter my sister’s room and suddenly heard something that sounded suspicious like porn noise coming from my sister’s laptop. As soon as she saw me she closed the laptop.

Kumar: Hey, Sara! (my sister’s name)

Sara: Oh, hey there bro. Umm… what’s up? (she seemed a little out of breath)

Kumar: Was that porn that I heard?

Sara: No, I was just watching a nature documentary.

Kumar: Really?

My sister’s eyes got a little wide, being caught in an obvious lie, and her face turned a little red.

Sara: I was watching porn, ok.

Kumar: I know it. You are in so much trouble now.

I have always had a crush on my sister. I knew this was the golden opportunity and I couldn’t miss it. So, with all my guts I asked her –

Kumar: What kind of porn are you watching?

Sara: Fuck! It’s kinda messed up, but I was watching incest porn.

She looked down, not making eye contact with me, embarrassed that I had caught her.

Kumar (acting angry): You are such a dirty slut. How can you watch these videos?

To my surprise, she smiled a little and said: Yeah, I know (and she started to look up).

I knew that the ice was broken and I could take advantage of the situation. So, I dealt directly with her.

Kumar: You have no shame, right? I am sure even after getting caught you must be horny now?

Sara: Fuck bro, I am wet as fuck right now!

I looked at her shorts and saw a wet spot already forming. She rocked her hips a little and bit her lower lip looking at me. By this time, I got all the hints she threw at me.

Kumar: You’re so hot, Sara.

She suddenly got up and said –

Sara: I need to take a shower.

And she winked at me before heading to the bathroom. I followed her to the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door all the way, enough for me to spy on her. Then I saw her take her clothes off. I looked at her shaved pussy and perky teen boobs. She looked so hot. This was the first time I saw her completely naked.

Then she started the shower and got under the hot water. I continued to watch her as she started to wash herself, soaping up her body. Steam started to fog up and obstruct my vision, so I got closer to her. As I got closer, I saw her wet, soapy and naked. Then she said –

Sara: Come on in, the water is warm.

I stripped off my clothes, tossed them aside, and stepped in the shower with her. The water was hot, and while going close to her, my arms slightly touched her boobs. She just smiled and moved towards me, pressing her naked body against mine. I reached up and started rubbing her breasts with one arm and then reached down and started stroking my already hardened cock. She let out a soft moan as her nipples got hard.

The tip of my hard cock now went against her stomach. The cock top hit her stomach every time she stroked it. Then she started kissing me deeply and passionately while rubbing my cock against her pussy lips. She took my other arm and put it on her ass. She lifted one leg and balanced it against the wall.

Sara guided my cock into her pussy and moaned as she felt me sliding inside her. She grinded her hips against me. I slid in and out of her pussy with ease. All this was happening while she was against the wall and kissing.

All of this was too hot for me to handle. I felt like I was going to cum, so I started going faster. She felt my thrusts going faster and deeper inside her pussy and pulled me in closer as we both cummed together. I then pulled out my cock so I cummed on her legs. Still, kissing as we exhaled in each other’s mouths.

Sara: God damn bro, that was HOT! Let me wash up and we can continue on my bed.

She smiled, watching me leave the shower after cleaning up. When she got back to her room. I was already there waiting for her on the bed. She smiled again and got on my bed with me. Then she put her hand on my chest to push me back a little and said-

Sara: Fuck me in a different position.

I smiled at her and laid down while putting her on for 69. Sara got on top of me and straddled my face. Her dripping wet pussy lips were right over my mouth. She felt my tongue sliding around her pussy and moaned out. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck it.

Her head bobbed up and down while taking my cock deep in her mouth. Sara couldn’t hold back for long. I felt her legs shiver. I knew she was going to have an orgasm. Suddenly, I felt juices coming out of her pussy spreading over my entire body. She moaned a lot in pure pleasure as I made her cum harder than I have before. After that, we changed our position.

I made her roll over and put her up in the air on all fours, as she felt my bare cock pushed back inside her pussy from behind in doggy style. She felt me thrusting again and again inside her and moaned out and screamed, as her tits shook back and forth. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to arch her back and feel me get deeper inside her pussy.

Sara: Ohhhhhh Fuck brother, you’re so big.

I grabbed hold of my sister’s hips and slammed into her harder and harder. She grinded her ass against me as I kept fucking her.

Sara: Oh, fuck! (moaning out putting her face in the pillow as she got closer to orgasm)

I kept fucking my sister’s pussy harder and faster, building up speed. Her tits bounced as I slammed into her. Sara kept on moaning and screaming. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t keep it up. I had to decide, either to pull out or cum inside her. However, my sister’s legs were wrapped around me tightly. I was close and couldn’t wait any longer.

At the last moment, I pulled back hard and just pulled the tip of my cock out of her pussy before I cummed. My load shot up her body. We both looked at each other and how she almost made me cum in her. God, she was amazing, but this was so risky.

We both lay there panting on the bed next to each other. My balls were drained. I cummed as much as I could. Then I looked over at my sister Sara, and she looked back at me. I wanted to do this again with her someday, or later today, or every day. There were so many things she and I could do. We were just starting on this incest road and I fucking love it.

I hope you liked the story; see you in part 2.

Kyunki main sex stories ka deewana ban gaya hu. Pehli baar maine isi site mein pehli kahani maa-bete ki chudai ki padhi thi. Padhte-padhte main madarchod bana, aur apni ammi ko chodne bhi lag gaya hu.

Pehli kahani padhi jab main college ke third year mein tha. Kareeb dedh saal mein ammi ko patta ke apni mehbooba aur rand dono bana liya hu. Ab main ammi ko jab chaahu tab chodta hu, aur maze leta hu.

Ye maa-bete ka rishta hi kuch anokha hai guys. Is rishte mein agar chudai aa jaye na, to maa kasam zindagi jannat se kam nahi. Dekho agar aap apni Ammi/Amma/maa/mummy chodte ho to aapko problem hi nahi hogi hawas aur pyar ki, haina? To kahani pe aate hai-

Pehle bata du Ammi bahut hi haseen aurat hai. Gori to beshak bahut hai, aur bhare badan wali maaldaar hai. Bade boobs, badi gaand, aur chubby bhi hai. Navel deep hai guys, jisme maine ice cream daal kar chaati hai. Bahut maza aata hai waise karne mein.

Ammi ka figure kuch aisa hai 36-36-38. Pet itna zyada nahi hai. Socho aap kitni mast maal hai ammi. Wo upper-middle-class family se aati hai. Nani ji ki achi naukri thi, aur Abbu ki bank mein naukri hai. Kaafi acha ghar hai hamara bada sa.

To hua ye ki chachu ki beti jo hai, uski shaadi fix hui thi. Sirf ek maheene mein hi baat-cheet ke baad shaadi fix kara di thi. Chachu ka ghar bahut chhota tha aur hamara bada. Ab abbu ne unko bola ki wo hamare ghar se bidayi kar de. Isliye sab rishtedaar hamare ghar mein tent daalne lag gaye.

Ab hum dono ki hawas kaise mitegi itne logon mein? Abbu se chhup kar chudai karte the hum. Abbu ke bank jaane ke baad hamari chudai hoti thi, aur raat mein unke sone ke baad kaafi chhupan-chhupayi mein chudai karte the. Par maza bada aata tha dono ko. Ammi aur maine khoob chudai kari rishtedaaron ke aane se pehle. Par 4 din baad hamari tadap shuru ho gayi.

Dekho roz Ammi ke badan se khelta tha main. Meri permanent work from home ki job thi. Main office ke kaam mein bhi Ammi ke nipples se khelta tha. Stress zyada hota to chodta jab chaahe, aur lund chuswa ke uska muh bhi chodta.

Roz to chodne se raha, par roz Ammi ko kuch na kuch karta hi tha. Ye mahaul ab bilkul kat chuka tha. Rishtedaar aa rahe the. Taiyaariyan chal hi rahi thi. Rasmon aur riwazon ke chalte sab busy ho gaye the. Meri behan thi, to main kaam mein busy ho gaya. Aur ammi bhi auraton mein busy ho gayi. Par jab bhi hum dono ka saamna hota, to tadap aankhon mein dikh jati.

Dil karta ki Ammi ke baal pakad ke bed pe fenku, aur saali randi ko chodu. Par karta bhi kya? Ghar pe itne log the ki ghar nahi gaon basa ho jaise. Ammi mushkil se ek baar kitchen mein akeli mili shaam ke 4 baje. Sab so rahe the. Main gaya, aur bina kuch baat kare ammi ko pakad ke choomne laga.

Wo moment itna acha tha na ki haye kya batau! Ammi to maze se choomne lag gayi thi. Usne nighty pehni hui thi, aur dupatta. Main ammi ko choomte hue uski chut nighty ke upar se hi masalne laga. Ammi bhi lambi saanse leti hui mujhe choom rahi thi. Wo fir bhi apne hontho ko juda na karte hue choom rahi thi, saanse mujhe de rahi ho jaise.

5 minute hue the bas. Le fir kisi ke aane ki awaaz aayi. Maine peeche mud ke dekha. Awaaz chhan-chhan ki aa rahi thi. Hum dono alag hue. Fir dekha khala jaan thi. Main paani peene laga. Fir jab wo dono baat kar rahi thi, mera lund to samjho control nahi kar paa raha tha. Maine Ammi ko dekha, to wo bhi mujhe dekh rahi thi. Wo honth kaat rahi thi baat karte hue bhi. Idhar main nikal gaya.

Ab kareeb 10 din hone ko aaye tha. Ab control karna mushkil tha. Maine ammi ko ishara kara ki upar waale kamre mein aaye bahana bana kar. Upar ek single kamra hai, jahan sab samaan rakha hua hai. Wo room mere college ki padhayi ke liye chhota sa computer room jaisa zid se banwaya tha. Ab wahan dhool aur samaan rakha hua tha.

Side pe washroom bhi hai. Ammi ne terrace pe plants, ped poudhe, aur ek sheet daal ke rakhi hai. Kapde sukhane ke liye rassi bh hai. I hope aap imagine kar paa rahe ho. Ammi upar aayi. Shaam ke 6 baj rahe the. Maine andar liya ammi ko, aur fir choomne laga.

Ammi: Uummm beta, bula rahe hai mujhe.

Me: Ummmmm, wo bulayenge hi, par mera kya?

Ammi ki nighty utha ke, uski panty ke andar se uski chut ko sehlate hue choomta hua main bola-

Me: Mere se nahi hoga ab aur control.

Ammi: Mere se bhi nahi ho raha, par kya karu?

Me: Tum kuch bhi bahana karo mujhe nahi patha. Par aaj raat aa jao chudne.

Maine Ammi ki nighty aur upar karke uske gore boobs ko nichodha, aur bra neeche karke uske nipples ko chooste hue kaat bhi raha tha.

Ammi: Aahhh aaah beta, dheere, koi aa jayega.

Me: Aane de. Suno aaj raat ko main yahin room mein so jaunga. Tum aa jao bas sab ke sone ke baad.

Ammi: Ahhh beta, ummm, sab ko kya bolungi?

Me: Nahi pata mujhe. Tum aa jana bas.

Ammi ko fir se awaaz dete hue bachhe aa rahe the. Fir hum dono juda hue, aur chali gayi wo. Maine uski gaand dabayi jaate hue. Ammi muskurati hui nikal gayi. Fir maine tabhi room saaf kiya poora. Room mein deewan bhi tha. Sab saaf karke rakha tha.

Raat ko sab khaa rahe the. Tab maine Abbu ko bola: Abbu main upar sota hu. Yahan space bhi ho jayegi thodi bahut.

Abbu kehne lage: Sahi hai, wahan neeche main bhi aa jata hu.

Hum dono ne ek-doosre ko dekha.

Itne mein ammi boli: Aap yahin so jao, main chali jati hu.

Le sab bolne lag gaye: Nahi-nahi aap dono mat jao.

Mujhe gussa aa raha tha.

Itne mein chachi boli: Ye dono chhote bachho ko bhej do.

Ho gaya satya-nash. Saala itni safayi kari, aur nateeja ye dono bachhe aa gaye sone ko. Ammi-Ammi hi hai yaar.

Wo boli: Garmi bahut hogi room mein, so jaoge? Terrace hai. Khaat bhi hai. Bistar bhi hai. Tum teeno baahar hi so jao.

Sab ok bole fir. Ab raat ka intezaar tha. Sab khaa kar sone lage. Aksar sab jaldi hi sote hai. Aaj bhi so gaye 11 baje tak. Main upar intezaar kar raha tha. Ye bachhe jo ek phuphi ka, ek chachu ka, dono so gaye 10 baje hi mast. Ek koi rasam thi, jiske liye ammi kurti wali dress pehni hui thi blue colour ki. Ammi jewellery bhi pehni thi gale mein sone ka haar. Ammi moti gaand hilate hue aayi. Hum dono ko bahut khushi thi, ki itne din baad hum pyar karenge.

Ammi: So gaye wo dono?

Me: Haa, kab ke. Par ye dekho ye uth gaya tumhe dekh ke (Lund ko dikhate hue).

Ammi: Main dekh loongi iska.

Me: Chale andar?

Ammi jaa rahi thi. Maine dress upar utha ke uski gaand pe le maara ek. Ammi ke muh se awaaz nikli aaahhh ki. Uff ye sunne ke liye tadap raha tha main to. Andar jaa kar ammi ne poocha-

Ammi: Darwaza band kare?

Maine bola: Agar koi aa gaya to malum nahi padega.

Ammi boli: Koi nahi aayega subha tak.

Me: Abbu bhi nahi?

Ammi boli: Wo bahut thak gaye hai. Ab subha hi uthenge.

Door lock kiya ammi ne. Itne mein main nanga ho gaya. Shorts aur underwear nikaal fenki, fir t-shirt bhi. Ammi mud kar mujhe nanga dekh kar hass padi. Maine fir uski kamar nichodh kar usko apni baahon mein liya, aur chooma sukoon se. 10 minute hum ek-doosre ko choomne lage. Wo apni dress utaarne nahi de rahi thi. Fir ammi boli-

Ammi: Kaisi lag rahi hu?

Me: Bilkul apsara meri rani.

Ammi: Tere liye itna sajti hu. Tu hai ki kuch kehta hi nahi.

Maine Ammi ke baal pakde aur bola-

Me: Bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hai. Ammi mera lund tadap uthta hai jab bhi dekhta hu tujhe. Agar ye koi nahi hote to main tujhe pregnant kar deta. Bahut pyar karta hu ammi, bahut.

Ammi ye sun kar meri baahon mein sama gayi. Fir meri chaati ko choomne lagi. Wo mere nipples ko pinch karke boli-

Ammi: Main beta tadap rahi hu tere lund ke liye, chod de aaj.

Maine Ammi ki dress nikali. Andar uski bra ko neeche karke boobs ko zor-zor se daba raha tha.

Ammi: Ahh ahhh beta umm.

Maine uske pajame ka naada khola. Wo neeche giri, fir uski panty ko neeche kara. Fir maine Ammi ko deewan bed pe dhakela. Ammi ki panty nikaal ke fenki. Usne taange faila di, aur main chut chaatne mein lag gaya. Ammi ki itni raseeli chut hai, ki kya batau. Lafz nahi hai mere paas batane ko.

Ammi ki chut ek baar halke se neeche se upar tak chaati. Ammi ne lambi saans li. Fir mere sar ko apni chut pe dabaya. Main uski chut ke labon ko chooste hue uski geeli chut ko poora chaatne lag gaya. Ammi saatve asmaan pe thi. Chut ke andar bhi jeebh daal kar chaat raha tha. Chut ka rass pee raha tha. Fir main utha, aur Ammi ko do thappad maare.

Awaz to echo ho gayi. Band kamra jo tha. Fir halke se dekha maine kahin kisi ki neend to nahi khuli. Wo log to behosh jaise so rahe the. Ammi ko maine fir thappad maare. Ammi ke boobs ko main nichodh raha tha, twist kar raha tha nipples ko. Nipples ko kheench raha tha zor se.

Ammi ko maine deewar pe dhakela, aur peeche se uske baal kheench ke uski gaand pe maara. Wo bahut enjoy karti hai ye sab. Maine fir ammi ka muh choda neeche bitha kar. Ammi itna mast choosti hai, ki sach mein jannat feel karati hai, bilkul professional ki tarah.

Lund choosne ka competition ho, to pakka gold medal laati. Mere tatton ko bhi chaat-ti, muh mein leti. Mere lund ko to poora andar tak le-le kar choosti. Uff maine Ammi ki geeli chut ko sehlaya ungli karte hue. Fir usko bed pe lita ke uske boobs ko choomte hue uski chut mein ungli kari 10 minutes. Uske badan ko chaata thappad maar-maar ke.

Ammi gori thi, to uske gaal aur muh laal ho gaye the. Fir Ammi ko missionary position mein lund ghusa ke chodne laga. Ab Ammi ke nipples ko ungliyon se kheench kar pakda, aur zor-zor se dhakke maarne laga. Usko bahut sukoon mil raha tha.

Ammi ko bahut der aise chodne ke baad computer ke table pe ek taang utha ke ammi ki chut mein lund dala, aur chodne laga. Wo mujhe choom rahi thi, aur meri chaati pe apne honth chala rahi thi. Kaat bhi rahi thi.

10 minutes chodne ke baad mera nikalne wala tha. Tabhi maine lund nikaal diya chut se. Fir Ammi ko lita ke chut ko masalta hua usko chooma. 2 minute baad fir maine ghodi banaya Ammi ko. Ammi ke baal pakad ke kheencha ek hath se. Doosre hath mein belt li, aur gaand pe maarne laga.

Fir ammi ki gaand chodne laga. Ye position hum dono ki favourite thi. Ye position mein ammi ki chut ki gehrayi mein jata hua mera lund hum dono ko sukoon deta hai.

Ammi: Aaaaa aahh beta ahhhh haramkhor chod aaa.

Me: Rand saali, le ahhh itne din se tadpa rahi hai aaa aaa.

Ammi: Uhh Uhhh aaahhh chod beta ahh beta.

Main poori taaqat se dhakke de raha tha. Ammi ki badi gaand pe maine leather belt se maar-maar ke laal kar diya tha. Fir main jhadne wala tha.

Me: Ammi ahh ahhh jhadne wala hu.

Ammi: Aaahhh beta aaaaah.

Maine Lund nikala, aur ammi ko neeche bitha kar uske muh pe jhadne ko lund hila raha tha. Ammi jeebh baahar nikaal kar mere lund ka maal peene baithi thi. Main jhad gaya, aur Ammi har baar ki tarah is baar bhi mera maal pee gayi.

Fir maine dekha ammi ke muh se ek drop maal neeche gira. Maine ye dekh ke Ammi ko dhada-dhad thappad jad diye. Haha, ye rule hai ki ek bhi drop Ammi ko waste nahi karna hai. Ammi ko sab maal peena hota hai.

Me (Thappad marte hue): Dekh randi, udhar gira diya toone dekh.

Ammi: Chaat-ti hu beta, chaat-ti hu. Kahan hai bol, ahhh ahhh kaha hai?

Ammi ne jeebh se neeche jaa kar zameen pe us ek katre maal ko bhi chaat kar saaf kiya. Hum Dono thak gaye the. Hum dono bed pe lete hue the. Ammi ko maine mere lund ke paas sula ke rakha tha. Hum dono ko paseena itna aaya tha ki kya hi bole, dono naha kar aaye ho jaise.

Me: Garmi bahut ho rahi hai. Baahar chalte hai aao.

Ammi: Par beta ye dono?

Me: So rahe hai Ammi, aao, kuch nahi hoga.

Raat ke 1 baj rahe the. Hum dono terrace pe nange ek-doosre ki baahon mein the. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Ammi ka wo gora badan ufff. Mera lund bilkul so gaya tha. Main fir chodna chaahta tha, par taaqat bilkul nahi thi. Wo nazara main nahi bhoolunga. Ammi poori nangi.

Chandni raat. Ammi ka gora haseen badan meri baahon mein. Meri Ammi mera lund pakdi hui. Ammi ke khule baal. Unke badan ki khushbu. Wo ammi ka gale mein sone ka haar. Ammi ka muh aur gaand laal. Ufff jannat mein tha main to. Itne mein Abbu ki awaaz aayi-

Abbu: Ab aayegi tum dono ko neend huh?

Hum dono poore shock ho gaye. Abbu peeche khade the. Mujhe darr to nahi laga. Maine ammi ko dekha, to wo bhi darr nahi rahi thi. Shayad ammi ko bhi ab chhupane ka matlab nahi dikh raha tha.

Abbu saamne khade hue, apni biwi aur beta dono ko nange dekh rahe the. Aage kya hua, next story mein zaroor bataunga.

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Hello everyone, this is Minal here, originally from Pune, but now settled in Canada. I am a 57-year-old lady with vitals 36-DD-34-38, a typical Maharashtrian housewife. I live with my 34-year-old unmarried son in Canada.

This is my story of seconds innings of my life, given to me by my son in Canada. Let us begin.

My son, Ashish, moved to Canada when he was 31. He left his job and life out of fear of missing out after his friends moved abroad and settled there. I loved my son a lot always and was very proud of him. But his leaving created a vacuum in our lives.

My husband passed away the following year. I was left alone in Pune for 6 months until my son got my Visa approved and brought me to Canada. But during those 6 months of loneliness, my son was very sweet. He gave me ample time over calls and video calls.

It felt like a long-distance relationship to me. Very excited to see my son again, I packed my life in a suitcase and moved to Canada. At the airport my son was overjoyed seeing me and gave me a tight hug. He lived in a studio apartment, which was like our one room kitchens like we had in the older chawls.

But I was happy with that too, even after leaving my big house. It’s almost been a year. I gelled in well with social groups during the summer and made a couple of friends at the gym. My son would go to work in the morning. He would come back and help me with household chores and cooking in the evening.

He would take care of me, take me shopping, take me on weekend trips, and show me places. The one thing that changed after coming to Canada was the relationship between us. He would hug me more often, and that touch between us increased.

When we took selfies, his hand would be on my waist. He would hug me while getting us a selfie. He would give me small pecks while going to work and coming back from work. What every woman wants from a partner, I was getting it from my son.

We would shop together. He insisted I become modern like locals and wear short dresses, spaghetti or skirts. But he did not force me when I did not agree. After a long insist I started using the tight leggings that tee shirts or tops.
Eventually, our bond got stronger.

We started sharing things. But ever since I came to Canada, I don’t know what changed. I used to feel my dry pussy for years was getting stimulated and getting wet. I would feel horny at times. Maybe it was the gym, or it was the food, but I felt horny sometimes.

At the gym, I would wear leggings and, long tees and a sports bra since my busts were big. My friends would be in shorts that covered their asses and showed their shapes and just the sports bra. The culture here was mixed. We had people from all countries.

My Spanish friend was quite open. She was 54 and very outspoken. She would talk to me about her boyfriends and relationships, her fucks too. She was a bit pervert and always looked at men’s crotches at the gym. She would try to flirt with some.

But these things had some effect on me, too. I also looked at a few. But the only crotch that made my pussy tingle was looking at my son’s. He used to be in his shorts, just without his tee. I could see how handsome my son was and how well-endowed he was below.

On Sunday morning, Ashish would get up late, and I would be up early. Generally, he would sleep with a bedsheet on. But his sheet was away that day, and it showed his morning wood. I knew he masturbated while in the bath. But I let it go as he also had needs.

I wanted to get him married, but somehow, every time, it got messed up. I asked my sister, a Tarot card reader, to check what it looked like for his marriage. What she said blew my mind. She told me my son’s cards show his great sexual appetite and ability.

He is deprived of that now and managing somehow. He will get a girl or, rather, a lady. She will meet his sexual appetite and take him to new levels of sexual pleasure. That is why it is getting stalled every time. That lady has already entered his life but both don’t know it.

While reading this message from her, the only thing that popped into my head for his hardness. I slept after reading that message but was woken up by a dream of me having sex. My back was facing towards my son when I felt his dick rub against my ass.

Now since we slept on the same bed, our bodies touched each other before. But this time, his dick aroused me. I was wet in my pussy. I moved away and tried to sleep but was not able to. So, I moved my ass back and let it touch his dick, which was hardening.

My son was in a deep sleep. He started rubbing his dick over my ass in sleep. Even I was feeling horny. So I let him do it while I rubbed my clit. We rubbed for 10 minutes, and both had a release. I felt his shorts got wet.

The next morning, I woke up, and my son had left for work. I was brushing my teeth, looking at myself in the mirror. I saw his shorts in the laundry basket. They had the cum stain on it and his smell. I smelt it and felt my pussy tingle and get wet. I looked at my wet pussy in the mirror.

Am I the lady my sister was talking about? That thought itself was enough to make us horny and wet. It led to thoughts of how much I love my son, to the thoughts of his hardness, to the feel of it. I don’t know when my hand automatically went to my clit.

I started masturbating using my son’s shorts. I saw my son’s old phone on the rack. I knew he watched porn and masturbated, but the horny me wanted to check. I knew his passcode, and I entered. I started Kay Parker’s taboo movie scene of her sex with her son.

Watching my son play with his dick and watching Mom-Son porn just fueled my fire. It led to me masturbating, thinking of Ashish. I had a very hard orgasm and felt relieved after that. I had a bath and was standing naked in front of the mirror.

I was watching my 36DD boobs and toned waist and tight bums due to the gym. I felt good about my body. I remembered my sister’s message. Am I that lady in my son’s life? Does he desire his Mom’s pussy? Thinking about my son as my lover made me blush, and I decided to go with the flow.

I was happy the whole day. I remember my son was insisting on me wearing dresses and sexy gowns. I decided to get one and see my son’s reaction. I went to the lingerie store and got myself 2 satin nighties. They were sticking to my body, showing ample cleavage and having a cut from the hip.

I felt sexy when I tried them and bought them. I also saw some lacy bras and thongs and decided to buy them. I opened the door for Ashish when he came, and he was surprised to see me in the nighty.

Ashish: Hi, kadhi ghetli? (When did you buy this?)

Me: Are me tichya barobar mall la geleli. Tar tithe disli. Ka changli nahiye ka? (I went to the mall with her, and she asked me to buy it. Isn’t it looking nice?)

Ashish: Nahi nahi, chaan aahe. Avadli mala. (No, they are nice. I loved them.)

He smirked at me. That evening, we were at home. I saw him checking me out while working. While sitting, also I sat carelessly on purpose, and it showed some of my boobs too. I saw his cock twitching under his shorts and loved the feeling.

I called him and made him lay his head on my lap. My naked leg was touching his body. I purposely bent to kiss his cheek, and my boobs touched his body. He got a glimpse of my melons, too. I could see his cock hardening with my touch and was feeling proud of that.

He went to the washroom to relieve himself. He was in a rush that he forgot to lock the door. I peeped through the door to find him wanking his dick. That’s when I saw it was long and thick. I was turned on and wanted to attract my son more.

So I removed the bra, and the nighty showed my poking nipples as it was getting colder in the night. That night we both slept facing each other, and he could see my boobs clearly. Again when I felt he was fast asleep, I pushed my ass back. I started rubbing on this dick and masturbated.

The same story repeated the entire week. I raised the heat during the day, exposing my body bit by bit. In the night, I would rub my ass on his dick over his shorts and relieve myself.

Friday night, being a movie night, he had a couple of beers. We were watching a movie and it had some raunchy scenes in it. We both were a bit aroused, and I decided to go the next step. I removed my panty before sleeping and pulled my dress up to rub it on his crotch.

I started doing it, and his cock started growing. But at one point, I felt my skin touch his cock. I turned behind and saw Ashish was awake and looking at me. I was scared. But his smile and nod gave me the signal to continue. The rubbing got intense, and so did the moans.

He also reciprocated my movements, and we rubbed our genitals. His hands were moving on my hips, then to my pussy to find it leaking wet. I let out a moan as he touched it. He rubbed my clit and aroused me more. I lifted my leg a little.

He grabbed the opportunity and pushed the head of his dick into my wet pussy.
“Ah!” We both gasped. “Aah… halu.” (slow) That’s all I could say. He pushed little by little till half his dick went in. He kept comforting me by pressing my boobs as he pulled out of my gown.

He slowly started moving two and fro. I got lost in the world of pleasure. I was super hot, and he was super hard. He kept fucking me for ten mins. My mind said it was wrong, but my body and heart wanted it to go on. My heart won over my mind.

I started matching his moves, pushing my booty back at him. He was kissing and biting my neck. And ‘Ah, ah’ was the only sound in the room. He did me for 20 minutes, and I had a squirting orgasm. It made him release inside of me. His dick was still inside me, shorts to his knees.

My gown up to my hip from behind and boobs out in front. He put his arm on my boobs, and we went to sleep in the same position. I had a dick in me after almost 30 years, and that, too the one that I produced. I felt satisfied and a woman after years and I slept like a baby.

The next morning I woke up to my naked son, with my gown on my hips, boobs out. My son’s morning wood kissing my pussy. I got up, adjusted my gown and saw my naked son, who fucked me like a man yesterday. I went to the washroom got fresh, and was looking at the marks my son left.

I removed my gown, watched the dried cum on my pussy and reminisced about the night’s events. I felt proud of how hard my body made my son’s dick. Thinking of that hardness made me hot. But at the same time, the feeling of doing something wrong gripped me.

What will my son think of me? How will I face him kept running in my mind. But these questions were answered as I came out. I saw my son naked on the bed, smiling at me with seduction wanking his cock and looking at my body. I was aroused again. We kept looking at each other.

My hand went to my crotch. He signalled me to come to him, and I went like an obedient wife. He pulled me on him. My poking nipples hit his hard chest, our lips close, breaths heavy and eyes looking into each. It felt super romantic. I lowered my head.

He pulled my chin up, looked into my eyes and said I love you. He lifted his chin and kissed me on the lips, and we kissed like lovers in heat. His dick was near my pussy, and we started rubbing ourselves. He pulled my gown up and started mauling my ass cheeks as his cock rubbed on my wet pussy.

I was leaking already. I moaned as his dick entered my pussy. The passion in his eyes for me let the slut out in me. I started riding him and talking dirty.

Me: Madarchod, aai jhavadya, aai la jhavto? He chukicha aahe, pan khup changla vatatay. (Motherfucker, fucking your mother. This is so wrong. But it feels so good inside.)

Ashish: Madarchod tar aahech mi. And tujhyasathi aai jhavada pan banel mi. (Yes, I am ready to become a motherfucker for you.)

He pulled the gown over my head and made me naked. He started pressing my boobs as his dick was going entirely in my pussy, making it touch my womb. I was riding him but kept saying this is not right. He flipped on my back and took his dick out.

Ashish: Kay chukicha aahe? I love you, and I am making love to my love. Nako mag tula?

I nodded yes, and he kept rubbing his dick on my pussy lips.

Ashish: Nahi aadhi bol Tula pahije ki mi jhavu Tula. (No, say that you want me to fuck you.)

He was not listening.

Me: I love you too, jhav mala aai jhavadya. Jorat maar majhi chut. Pani kadh majha. (I love you too. Fuck me motherfucker. Fuck me hard and make me cum.)

He inserted his dick in one go and kissed me hard on my lips. We kept fucking for a couple of minutes. Looking at the pleasure on his face, I asked.

Me:  Kashi vaatli majhi chut? (How is my pussy?)

Ashish: Ekdum garam Ani oli. Hi best chut aahe aata paryant. (Very wet and hot. This is the best pussy I have fucked.)

That thing was enough to put me over the edge. He pounded me for another 5 minutes. I released first then he cum in me. We both lay on each other, exhausted and catching our breath. Exhausted, we dozed off again for a few hours.

What happened next, and how did my son change my life? I will tell you in the next part.

I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt a hand on my hips. I thought it might be my Mom’s hand. I opened my eyes and saw her sleeping with her back towards me. Fearing the worst, I turned back. I realized that it was my brother Rajesh’s hand.

I saw his eyes were closed and thought it was a harmless hug from my kid brother and tried to sleep. After a few minutes, I felt his hand gripping my hips tightly. He was pressing his body to my back. I knew his crotch was against my ass feeling the contours of my round-shaped ass cheeks.

I didn’t bother as we used to sleep like this when I was in college and Rajesh in high school. My sari pallu was off from its place and underneath me exposing my blouse. I didn’t bother to cover it as I was sleepy, and Rajesh had already seen my breasts in the evening.

But a few moments later, I got worried. Rajesh’s hand crept up towards my chest. I thought of pushing his hand away but stopped, wondering how far he would go. His hand stopped at my breast, and he had his whole arm across my body.

Since I was sleeping on my right, my left breast was up, and my right one was on the bed. My body trembled when my brother cupped my right breast and gave me a gentle squeeze. His face was near my neck, lips close to my left ear and I could hear his breathing.

He pressed my breast a few times to see if I was awake, and his elbow was crushing my left breast. I wanted to stop him. But I feigned sleeping to see what he was going to do next.

That was the first mistake I made.

Rajesh was pressing my breast hard. His fingers were trying to trace my nipple, and milk flowed out, wetting the blouse. He was pushing his crotch against my ass and took my earlobe in his mouth. My pussy melted, started dripping when my brother started sucking my tender earlobes.

I kept quiet and allowed Rajesh to fondle my body. I was deprived of my husband’s touch for 3 months. But he was my brother and I cursed myself for listening to my Mom. My Mom, Veena, was sleeping soundly as her son was relishing and feeling my body.

Rajesh was testing my breast softness, sucking my ears. He pressed his groin against my ass, thinking I was sleeping. I got more worried when I felt his other hand on my crotch. I felt his palm pressing on my mound, trying to locate my slit on the sari.

I wondered what he was up to. He didn’t show any emotions when he sucked milk from my breasts in the evening. I felt his hand moving on my tummy close to where I had tied my sari and petticoat. Was he trying to undress me, I wondered.

I kept quiet as my pussy was leaking non-stop due to his groping and fondling. He finally succeeded in removing the sari folds, which were tucked at the petticoat and pushed it down. I was in a blouse and petticoat beside my brother, who had no intention of stopping.

Rajesh’s hand got busy to untie my petticoat cord but couldn’t as I had tied it firmly. His fingers found my navel, which was above my petticoat. He dipped his finger to see its depth. After satisfying himself with my navel, his hand crept down to my crotch, and I was alarmed.

I always tie the petticoat, keeping the cord at the navel level. So, the small gap in the petticoat will be close to my crotch. I was afraid that he might find it. He could easily push his hand inside the petticoat without removing it and feel my pussy which was leaking abundantly.

I had stopped wearing panties and bra due to Chennai’s heat. My fears came true as Rajesh’s busy hand found the opening in the petticoat. He slid his hand inside and cupped my pussy mound. My body jerked and shivered as my younger brother slid a finger into my slit, arousing me more.

His one hand had taken charge of both my breasts now. His lips were sucking my ear, his crotch against my ass. My crotch was in his other hand. I wanted to scream out loudly to my Mom and say that her son was not Gay. But I kept quiet. I was enjoying myself, feeling his manly hands all over my body.

Even my husband hadn’t played with my body like my brother, as he was a ‘Wham Bam’ guy. I didn’t protest. I did not encourage Rajesh openly but pushed my ass back at his crotch, feigning sleep. How can an elder sister commit incest with her brother?

Rajesh got bold when he saw me sleeping soundly. He was abusing my body at will. He tried to push his fingers inside my pussy but couldn’t go beyond the second knot as my petticoat was obstructing him. I felt his hand being pulled out and felt emptiness in my pussy.

I wanted his fingers deep inside me and give me an orgasm. I need it badly now. But I didn’t know that he was eager to offer me more. I felt my petticoat being pulled up, exposing my legs. Rajesh bundled it at my hips. I didn’t stop him as he exposed my pussy and ass in front of Mom, who was sleeping soundly.

That was my second mistake of the night.

I heard rustling behind me. In a few seconds, I felt a hard object poking at my ass cheeks. I knew it was my brother’s cock. He had removed his shorts and briefs and was pressing his naked cock at my ass gap, trying to find a way to penetrate me. I was literally shocked at my brother’s courage.

He had the guts to undress me partially and tried to mount me from behind. I know that it was a spooning sex position. My husband had tried to fuck me in this position several times. But came on my pussy lips before he penetrated me. I knew my brother was aroused after sucking milk from my breasts.

Now, by fondling my body. It was too much for him to control himself. He didn’t bother to see that it was his sister he was lusting. He may come any minute, like my husband and go back to sleep. But he had ignited the fire in me. I knew I had to finger myself after he slept.

That was my third mistake.

Pushing his cock between my ass cheeks, I felt his hand moving up to my chest. Soon both his hands worked on my blouse hooks and unhooked it. My milk-filled breasts tumbled out, and his one hand groped my naked breasts. Till now, he was feeling my breasts on the blouse, but now it was skin-to-skin touch.

His one hand moved down and placed his palm under my left thigh knee and lifted my left leg high in the air. My pussy lips opened up as my legs were spread wide at an awkward angle. I felt his cockhead dangerously close to my bottom lips.

Now his lips were on my face, kissing me all over my cheeks, chin and nose. Once or twice, his lips brushed mine for a fleeting moment. He knew I was faking sleeping and was taking advantage of me and the situation. Rajesh was trying hard to locate my opening with his cock but was missing the target.

I desperately wanted his cock inside me but couldn’t say that to my brother. I was hoping he successfully penetrated me and stuffed my pussy with his cock. But he couldn’t, as his one hand was on my breasts, trying to keep me stable. His other hand was holding my left thigh to have easy access to my pussy.

I had to do something if I wanted his cock inside me. It looked like a pleasurable tool to satisfy my sexual urges, which I was missing. To hell with blood relations. What I needed was a cock inside me, brother or any other man for that matter. I decided to tackle the situation in my way.

That was my fourth mistake.

I moved my right hand down close to his cock, which was trying to stab me. I was worried when I touched it. I knew it was thicker and bigger than my husband in the darkness of the night. My mouth and pussy were watering, feeling the promising cock.

It was about to invade and conquer my horny pussy. Keeping my fingers gently on the head, I pressed my brother’s cock towards my opening and pushed my ass back at him. Rajesh’s thick cockhead penetrated my pussy, spreading my pussy lips wide open.

Once he knew he was inside me, Rajesh applied more pressure. His cock went deep in me. My pussy happily swallowed his thick girth, even though it was painful for me at first. Rajesh lifted my left leg higher in the air to gain clear access inside me. He didn’t stop till he hit my cervix.

I had taken my hand off his cock when I knew he was in control and closed my mouth to stop myself from screaming out loudly. My very own little brother had taken me in a manly manner. I was surprised at his guts to fuck me in our Mom’s bed. That too while she was sleeping beside us.

Rajesh started to move his cock in and out. He felt confident that I wouldn’t create a scene even though I was awake. No words were spoken between us even though we both were aware of what was happening between us.

Rajesh plundered my dripping pussy considering my silence as my approval. I was awake now. His face had wandered down to my chest. He gulped my left breast nipple in his mouth and began to suck my milk. But not in the gentle manner he did in the evening in the presence of our Mom but like a thirsty man.

The right breast was getting rough treatment in his hand. His cock was testing my pussy depths, diving deep into it. Rajesh fucked me in the spooning position for about 5 minutes. He was like a possessed man eager to prove his manliness to his sister.

I had opened my eyes, but my lips closed as my brother knew I was awake and was staring at our Mom. She had her back towards us. The only sound in the room was the sound when Rajesh’s groin was hitting my ass cheeks when he was pushing his cock in me.

After a few minutes, I heard my Mom shifting her body and turned towards us and slept on her left side. Rajesh stopped fucking seeing our Mom changing her position for fear of getting caught. We both were relieved when she didn’t open her eyes and knew she was in deep sleep.

Our Mom, Veena, was wearing a nightie that had a zipper in the front. The zipper was down, showing her ample cleavage. The worst thing was that she was not wearing a bra like me due to Chennai’s humidity. Her right breast was peeping out of her night while the left was still covered.

I was seeing my Mom’s breasts for the first time in my adult life. They were fuller than me, with big areolas and thick dark brownish nipples, unlike mine. My areolas were small in diameter, and my nipples were small. My baby had a hard time sucking in his tiny mouth.

I was mesmerized seeing my Mom’s big melons naked. I knew my brother, too, would be watching our Mom’s breasts. I wondered why my Mom didn’t wear a bra when she had a grownup son in the house. She must have shown her bounty to her son an ample number of times while serving food or working.

Hearing our Mom snoring lightly, Rajesh resumed his fucking, and this time he was more ferocious as he was seeing two pairs of breasts naked. Due to his thrusting, I was being pushed forward closer to our Mom. My right hand was dangerously close to my Mom’s left breast, which was resting on the bed.

Rajesh left my right breast, which he was pressing. I wanted his manly hand back on my breast. Of course, he was still sucking milk from the other one, but idly. I was aghast when his hand caught mine and placed it on our Mom’s left breast, which was out of nightie.

He made me cup our Mom’s breast. My hand shivered to feel her spongy breast, unlike mine, which was a bit firm. Rajesh’s cock movement had slowed down. He gripped my hand and made me press our Mom’s breast hard. My Mom moaned in her sleep when her children were squeezing her breast.

Her moans increased when Rajesh tweaked her thick, longish nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t believe my brother’s audacity when he was groping his Mom’s breast, sucking mine and fucking me. Our Mom’s moaning continued, and I saw her hand moving down to her crotch.

To my surprise, she began to rub her groin on the nightie. I couldn’t believe myself seeing her masturbating even at 45 years of age. She had led a recluse life after our dad’s death, bringing up us all by herself. I felt pity for her for being sexually deprived of sex for so long.

Rajesh’s fucking intensity increased seeing our Mom’s hand on her crotch. The cot was squeaking when he was humping me from behind, leaving all the caution to the wind. He had stopped sucking my breast, and his attention was on our Mom’s breast now.

He pushed Mom’s nightie flaps aside and exposed her other breast, too. He cupped it and started to press it like he wanted to milk it. Now, both our Mom’s breasts were being mauled by me and my brother. The spooning position was getting monotonous,

I wanted my brother to take me in missionary like a man. But how can I express this to him as I was ashamed to say this to him. Nevertheless, I was enjoying my kid brother’s fucking style. I knew he, too, was enjoying his sister’s pussy. I had cum  twice on my brother’s cock.

I was getting it fully lubricated, making it easy for him to plunder my pussy. My free hand moved down to our union and began to play with my clit. My fingers were brushing his wet cock as he moved in and out of me. His balls were banging against my ass cheeks.

I began to moan softly along with my Mom. The room was filled with occasional grunts and moaning of mine and my Mom. It was already 15 minutes since Rajesh started fucking me. I wondered at his agility to stay hard for so long. My husband would have cum in 5 minutes and gone to sleep by now.

I was desperately waiting for him to finish and cum. I had another worry to think about. I was ovulating. If my brother cum in me, I need to take safety precautions in the morning. I made a mental note of it. As I was thinking of pregnancy, Rajesh pulled his cock out and got off the bed.

I felt an emptiness in my pussy and wanted my brother’s cock back to fill it. But how can I say this to my brother? I saw him going to the attached bathroom. I fell flat, crushing my breasts and pussy on the bed, trying to find some solace in my burning pussy.

I had left my Mom’s breast, but my face was dangerously close to her breasts, and she was sleeping soundly without moaning. A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and then closed. Did Rajesh masturbate in the bathroom, not wanting to cum in me? I wondered.

I was hoping he didn’t. I wanted his cock back in me and filled my pussy with his warm cum. The next few seconds will tell what my brother’s intention is. I heard him getting on the bed, and I was not seeing him as my face was down on the bed. He sat silently, seeing me sleeping flat.

There was enough room for him to sleep beside me. But he was sitting near my legs. I wondered what he was up to now. I didn’t have to wait much longer for his intentions. Rajesh held my head and made me turn towards my Mom. I saw him cupping Mom’s breast and bringing my lips and her nipples closer.

OMG, he wanted me to suck Mom’s nipples, but I was not a lesbian. I had to open my lips and take her thick nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked her lazily without showing much interest. I was wondering what he was up to. Does he want to see me get cosy with Mom? Has he lost interest in fucking me?

Lots of questions ran through my mind during those few seconds. My questions were answered quickly. I felt my petticoat being pushed up, his big hands gripping my hips and lifting my ass high up in the air. OMG…yes…yes…my brother is going to take me in doggy style, and I was relieved.

Placing my knees and feet firmly on the bed, I assisted him and got into a doggy position. But my chest was still resting on the bed as I was sucking Mom’s breast as my brother wished. Placing his hands on my thighs, he nudged me to spread my legs, and I obliged happily.

I heard some rustling near my knees. I knew he was getting in position between my legs to take me from behind. I eagerly waited for him to penetrate me again and felt his cock nuzzling my pussy. I knew he was lubricating with my juices.

My brother, who is 5 years younger than me, has more knowledge about sex and women. I felt proud of him. While he was getting his cock creamed with my juices, I was relaxing and sucking Mom’s breast. The next instant, he stabbed his cock in my pussy.

He didn’t stop till his entire cock was fully inside me. My groans and moans were subdued. My mouth was filled with Mom’s spongy breast, or else I would have screamed, waking up my Mom. This time he had expanded my pussy to its limits.

I knew my brother had a much bigger cock than my husband despite being thick too. I badly wanted to see my brother’s specimen. I didn’t dare to switch on the light as it could cause more trouble for both of us. Anyway, I knew I would be staying for another 3 months and hoped to see it in broad daylight.

As I was thinking and imagining Rajesh’s cock, he resumed his fucking. His abdomen was banging hard on my ass while he was plunging deep inside me. His balls were hitting on my clit, which was giving me double pleasure. I felt Rajesh leaning over my back.

He crept under my breasts and cupped them firmly. Now he had my breasts to support himself as he hammered my pussy from behind. I felt his sweat falling on my bare back. I was sweating a lot, too, in the Chennai humid heat.

Rajesh took me in a doggy position and plundered my pussy for 5 minutes without taking any break. His to and fro rhythm was perfect which could match any experienced man. I was still wondering why he wasn’t talking with me, knowing that I was awake.

Maybe he was shy or feeling guilty, I thought. Shy, my ass. The way he took me first in spooning style and now in doggy style didn’t show his shyness or guilt. Maybe he wanted he keep the sister-brother relationship bond intact. But I was in awe of him and his cock, too, which I badly wanted to see.

Nevertheless, I was enjoying the way he was fucking and handling me like a real man. I never wanted this night to end and wanted his cock pounding me always. I silently allowed my younger brother to fuck me as he wished, showing no objections from my side. He took advantage of it.

Our Mom was sleeping. I thought about what she would think if she woke up and saw her son taking her daughter in her bed. Rajesh fucked me for another 5 minutes, and I orgasmed for the third time. I heard him grunting loudly and knew he was close to cumming.

Should I allow him to shoot inside me and take his fertile cum, I thought. What the hell? I have come this far. What will happen if he spurts in me? Maybe I will have to take a pill in the morning without my Mom’s knowledge. So, I left the decision to my brother.

I was shocked when Rajesh pulled his cock out of my pussy, leaving it gasping open wide. He turned me to lie on my back and came over and sat on my breasts, holding his cock in his hand. Keeping my eyes closed as I didn’t want to face him, I was wondering what he wanted from me.

He was ready to shoot his cum. I got the answer quickly as he placed his cock on my lips and made me open it wide. OMG, my brother wants to shoot his cum inside my mouth. I tried to close my mouth. But he closed my nostrils, making it hard for me to breathe. I had to open my mouth wide.

He dipped the head in my open mouth and began to shoot his cum inside. His warm cum flowed down my throat, making me choke for a few seconds. But I had to swallow his cum. His cock spurted warm salty cum in large jets. Rajesh was shooting in large quantities,

I had difficulty swallowing all of it. Some drops dripped from the corners of my lips and travelled down to my neck. My husband used to spill in small quantities, unlike Rajesh, who was shooting much more, just like in porn. Rajesh’s cum spewing mellowed down.

I had no problems whatsoever swallowing the last few drops still keeping my eyes closed. After the shooting, I thought he would pull his cock out, but ‘NO’. I could feel his cock had softened up a bit. I thought of opening my eyes to see the specimen, which gave me immense pleasure in the last half an hour.

But I didn’t open my eyes. I was not ready to face him after what happened between us in the night. I felt his cock being pushed inside my mouth and knew what he wanted. A blowjob after fucking. I had to suck his cock and clean our cum.

Continued in the next part.

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Hello guys, this is Arun back with the second part of my story.

So, where did I leave off last time? Oh yea, my cousin’s bride-to-be, Gayathri, sucked me off when they visited my house. I came on her face and she kissed me deeply before she left the house. I had no way to reach her, so I ended up masturbating with a sexy model from Delhi sex chat website, called Sanjana. That was a really fun time, but the story doesn’t end there!

This was just the beginning. I had many more fun nights with Sanjana. One night, I messaged Sanjana and she popped up online covered head to toe in hot pink lingerie. She started purring into the camera and smiling as she caressed her body, just waiting for me to say something naughty to her. So, I did just that.

Me (pulling off my shirt): Why don’t you pull those straps to the side…and show me those tasty nipples, baby girl.

Sanjana: Oooh I like that, daddy! (she pulled her bra down to reveal a single nipple) You love teasing me, don’t you?

Her nipple became erect as she teased it. She exhaled sharply and bit her lip as she played with her nipple. Sanjana moaned and pulled her other tit out. She continued to moan as she felt herself up. I could see goosebumps on her skin as she touched herself, so I pulled my cock out and started to jerk off. She looked into the camera and bent forward to show me her cleavage as she squeezed her juicy tits together.

Sanjana: Flip that camera so I can watch you rub that veiny cock, baby.

Me: Oh, yea? You wanna see my cock?

Sanjana (moaning): Mmm, yes daddy!

I flipped the camera and stroked my cock as she watched. Sanjana pulled her lingerie panties to the side and used two fingers to part her pussy lips for me. She exhaled sharply and started to rub her throbbing clit as she watched me, and it made me rub myself harder.

Me (stroking harder): Show me that ass, bitch.

Sanjana (rubbing faster): Ooh yea! I love that! Call me a ‘bitch’ again!

Me: Stick a finger in your ass and finger-fuck yourself, bitch!

Sanjana: Oh! Yesss, Daddy!

She turned around and rubbed her pussy for me to watch as I stroked myself furiously. I imagined her ass to be my cousin’s bride Gayathri’s and rubbed even faster. Her pussy was dripping with a milky-white liquid as she grinded into her palm and fingered her juicy ass. I grunted as I felt my body tighten and she moaned alongside me as she turned her head to look at my cock on her screen.

I came hard and my cum shot across the floor as she looked back and rubbed herself. She rubbed herself as I came and she moaned louder as a gentle squirt of cum leaked out of her wet pussy and onto her bedsheet.

Sanjana (exhausted): Ohh fuck! That was so fun, baby!

Me (putting my clothes back on): Fuck! Yes, it was!

I got a text right then on Instagram. It was Gayathri! I couldn’t believe my luck! She said she was in town in 2 days to meet some friends. She was staying alone in a nearby hotel and she told me to come meet her.

I told Sanjana about the text as we came to the end of the call.

Sanjana: Go meet her…Call me from there! I wanna watch you destroy that sexy bitch’s pussy. That’s gonna make me squirt so hard!

I liked that idea. We both chuckled about the naughty plan and we ended the call.

Two days passed by in a flash. Around evening, I reached near Gayathri’s hotel and messaged her. She texted me the room number and I got in without any issues. I took the elevator to her floor and saw a long hallway full of doors.

As I stepped out of the elevator, a door flung open and Gayathri stood against the doorframe, swaying seductively with a giant, naughty grin on her perfect face. She was wearing a red sundress with spaghetti straps that barely covered her soft legs. She was waiting for me to walk up to her.

As soon as I reached her, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside. She slammed my back against the wall and gave me a deep kiss that nearly made me pass out. It was so tasty!

Gayathri: God, I’ve been craving your cock since I tasted it.

She lifted her sundress slightly, so that she could lower herself to the floor. She pulled my jeans off slowly, kissing my thighs as she did so. Her kisses made my thighs quiver, and that made her giggle. She pulled my boxers down and kissed my inner thighs and let my cock rest on her face. Then she grabbed my cock and jerked it slowly.

Me: I have something naughty that we can do.

Gayathri (licking my shaft gently): Does it involve this dick going in my pussy?

Me: Yes. Someone wants to watch us fuck.

Gayathri (tying up her hair): Ooh kinky! Tell me more.

She lowered her mouth onto my cock and swallowed it. I moaned as I tried to explain to her about DSC and Sanjana. She just kept moaning as she tasted the salt off my cock. Then she pulled her straps to the side and put my cock in between her juicy tits. She let me fuck her breasts as she nodded and agreed to the plan. We went over to her bed and I logged into Delhi sex chat website on her laptop. She licked my back and jerked me off as I messaged Sanjana to log on.

As we waited, Gayathri got restless. She got in front of me and grinded her bare ass against my wet cock. I could feel her drenched pussy resting right against my hard cock and I lost control. I let my cock finally sink into her and she moaned loudly.

Gayathri: Oh fuck! I missed this feeling?

Me: ..of getting fucked?

Gayathri: Of getting fucked by a young, hyper cock like yours. Rail me, boy!

Sanjana (just logging on): Oh fuck! That’s so hot!

Gayathri (moaning as I sink into her slowly): You wanted this, right? You horny bitch!

Sanjana: I did, you cheating slut!

Gayathri: Oh fuck! (moan) Call me that again, please baby!

Sanjana and Gayathri started calling each other lewd names and it made me even hotter. I grabbed onto Gayathri’s ass and fucked her like my life depended on it. Her tits bounced and Sanjana rubbed herself harder as the sounds of sex echoed through her screen and I heard both women scream with pleasure.

Gayathri’s cum ran down my cock and the extra lubrication it produced made me fuck her faster as she screamed. I rammed into her with max speed and Sanjana moaned on the screen as she also squirted watching me aggressively fuck the bitch in front of me. Sanjana’s squirt was so hot that I felt myself get close. I groaned and grunted as I felt my cock explode. My cum dripped out of Gayathri’s slutty pussy as she grabbed me and pulled me in some more.

Sanjana: (laying back) Wow! Looks like she doesn’t want you to stop!

Gayathri: You’re right! I don’t! I love that young, hard cock! Fuck me some more before you go, baby!

She tongued me deeply as she moaned and I thrust into her creampied pussy. Sanjana rubbed herself watching us for a bit and then bid us farewell. I had a long night ahead of me! A night full of fucking my cousin’s bride. I just needed a recharge to get going again.

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Hello everyone, Meenal here again with the next part of my story. In the previous part, we saw how I had erotic sex with my son at night. Then he confessed he loved me and fucked me again in the morning. Now, let us see further.

We both got up after a couple of hours in the afternoon, naked on the bed covered with cum. I woke up, had a bath, and Ashish was still sleeping on the bed. I was in the kitchen working when he got up and came and hugged me from behind.

He was naked, and I could feel his dick. He held my hips, pressed his dick on me and kissed me on the earlobes, seducing me again, and whispered in my ears.

Ashish: Majhya ‘I love you’ cha uttar nahi dila tu. (You did not respond to my I love you.)

Me:  Dila tar magashi, tondani pan and chut ne pan  (Didn’t I earlier?)

His hand move to my boobs. Mauling them. I was getting aroused.

Ashish: Aikla nahi mi. ( I did not hear.)

I turned around, held his cock with my right hand, and held his face with my left. I moved close to his lips but did not kiss. Made him feel my breath and teased him. He also teased me and stood straight, pulling away a little. I pulled his face close and looked into his eyes.

Me: I love you too.

I tried to kiss him, but he still resisted and said, “Ani tujhi chut?” (And your pussy?)

I was stroking his cock. Seeing it getting hard, I understood he wanted me to talk dirty. “Majhi chut pan, majhi chut tujha lund la love karte. Tila pahije asto toh.” (My pussy, too, she loves your cock and needs your cock)

He smiled and kissed me, and it turned into a mad, passionate kiss. He had lifted my gown, exposed my naked bum and was mauling them while his tongue was in my mouth licking mine. He lifted me and put me on the kitchen table. He was kissing me.

He pulled my straps down and held my boobs, and started to suck and press them. I was moaning. His finger found my clit, I was wearing a panty, and he said it like my authoritative man. “ Ka ghatli he? Aj pasun bandh karaycha panty ghalna.” (No panties from today.)

He pulled my tongs down, and spread my legs, rubbed my clit and kissed me. He kissed my neck, my boobs, my tummy and moved down to my pussy and kissed it. I felt a current as he kissed me there. I moaned.

He bent down and started licking my hairy pussy down there. I never knew how that felt, but it was so pleasurable that I did not stop him at all. He kept licking me. I kept moaning.

Me: Aah, Kay mast vatatay, titech.. aaahh asach karat raha. Aah. (Yes, yes, it feels so nice. Yes, keep doing it, keep licking.)

I also moved my hips and pressed his head on my pussy more. He kept licking me vigorously. In another 4 minutes, I let a loud moan and released on his face. I was catching my breath. He stood up, smiling at me with his mouth full of my cum.

I was done, but he wasn’t. He tried to hint me to suck him, but I had never done it. Instead, I opened my legs, signalling him to insert, and he obliged. Now his thick dick went in easily in my sloppy pussy, and we both let out a moan. He moved forward, kissed me, and kindly commanded me to talk dirty.

Me: Aaah. Kashi vaatli majhi chut? (How is my pussy)?

Ashish: Ekdum oli. Ani garam. Lund chi bhooki jashi. (Too hot and wet, dying for dicks.)

Me: ho, tujhach lund saathi oli aahe ti. 30 varsha nantar lund gela aahe tichyaat. 30 varshanchi bhumi aahe ti. Aah, jhav mala, randi sarkha jhav,  vijhav majhi. (Yes, she is wet for your dick. She has had one after 30 years. Fuck me, fuck me like your whore.)

I could feel him getting hard listening to me.

Ashish: Acha. Mag aj pasun mi Tula uthata basta jhavnar. Mi Tula majhi randi Girl friend banavnaar, pan vichar kar mi khup demanding boyfriend aahe. Jamel ka Tula. (Yes, then I will fuck you like a bitch and make you my whore girlfriend. But remember, I am a very demanding boyfriend.)

Me: Ho chalel, banen mi tujhi randi girl friend, pan jhaven tujhi randi aai mhanunch. Majha porga tyanchya randi aai chi chut marel roj. (Yes, I will be your girlfriend but will fuck you as your whore mother only.)

Ashish: Vichar kar, divas bhar nagda theven mi. Ani ughdyavar pan nagda karun jhaven. (Think of it, I will keep you naked and fuck you out in the open too)

We were breathing heavily, and his pace increased. I knew he was close, and so was I.

Me:  Ho chalel, jithe bolshil tithe nagdi hoil mi. Ani tujha lund majhyat ghein. Asach jhav, joraat majha pani sutatay. Ah! (yes, I will get naked and fuck with you whenever you want to keep fucking me harder aaah aaah)

We both had our orgasms, and both were catching our breaths. He hugged me with his dick still inside. My boobs are crushing on this chest. We came out of the hug, but he did not pull his dick out.

Ashish: Acha, tar Tula randi banaycha aahe?

I understood he was teasing me. So I replied

Me: Ho, tujhi personal randi. Baher tujhi randi girlfriend and ghari mi tujhi randi aai and tu majha jhavada porga.  (Yes, your personal whore. Your whore girlfriend outside but your whore mother inside)

We both had a bath together. After the bath, as he instructed, I wiped my body and came out naked. He was looking at me.

Me: Tuch tar bolla nagda thevshil. Tar the nahi ghatle. (You only said to stay naked. So I am not wearing clothes)

We both are and were sitting with our phones. I read my sister’s message.  This lady will change his fate and career. Her decision will change his life for good and towards more happiness.

I asked him what does he expect from his girlfriend, and he replied in three words, bold, horny slut. I asked him what he meant. He came closer and showed me what he expected. He wanted me to be dressed sexily, wear short clothes that expose more and cover little.

He opened only a fan site and showed me a couple and their sex videos out on the beach, in parking lots, in the car, in the grocery store, etc. The girl was always ready for her man’s cock. Her clothes were nothing other than a bra and mini skirts or t-shirts without her bra and panties. And she would suck his dick.

Ashish: Aata majhi girlfriend honar aahe na tu tar he sagla karva lagel. Jamel ka? (Now since you are my gf, I want you to be this, is it fine?)

Me: Ho, tujhya saathi kahi pan, Raja. (Yes, any thing for you love.)

That evening he took me shopping to buy me sexy clothes. He asked me to wear something comfortable. So I decided to woo him off by wearing my sleeveless deep-neck kurta. It hung to my body and had a cut right from my hips. It showed my legs completely and I wore nothing beneath it.

He was happy to see me slutty like that. The kurta showed my nipples, too. We started with the lingerie store. He made me buy lacy, push-up bras, crotchless panties, things and nighties. They were spaghetti and transparent that came to my ass and also had a cut from the hips.

I tried it, but couldn’t show him as he was not allowed in the changing room. But I was wet seeing myself in those and thinking of my kinky son. We went to Zara. He bought me some sexy tops, mini skirts and body con dresses. It had so deep necks that they barely covered my boobs.

It was an empty store and not much staff was there. In the trial room, he moved in with me and asked me to try in front of him. As I removed my kurta, he was amazed as I did not have any bra and panty beneath.

Me: Tuch tar bolla, ghalaycha nahi aj pasun mhanun. (You only said you don’t wear this.)

His eyes sparkled with it. He made me try all those dresses. He was super hard watching me. I was wet, too. We kissed, he played with my boobs. I did with his cock. But we couldn’t do much since someone came. We were horny after that store and wanted to go home.

But he saw a bikini store and took me in. He brought me bikinis that barely covered my nipples and transparent and netted coverup. I was turned on more after seeing myself in a bikini and told him it was enough. Let’s go home.

We came back to the car, and as soon as we got in, we started to kiss each other like rabbits in heat. He put my hand on his dick, which was hard rock, and he pressed my boobs.

Me: Chal ghari lavkar, mala rahavat nahiye, majhya chut la tujha lund pahije. (Let’s go home, my pussy needs your dick.)

Ashish: Mag chal magchya seat var itech karu. (Let’s fuck here then.)

He pushed his seat back and asked me to come over to him. I aligned his dick and started riding him.

Ashish: Aah, Kay garam Ani oli chut aahe. Kashi tayyar jhali lagech lund ghyayla. (What a wet and hot pussy. How ready is it to get fucked?)

Me: Tuch mhanlas na randi girlfriend, mag randanna kasli laaj and mi majhya poracha lund ghete , majha hakka cha lund. (You said you want your girlfriend to be a whore, then why will a whore be shy? I am fucking my own son’s dick, the one that came from my pussy. Why should I bother about others?)

Ashish: Mag kadh toh kurta Ani nagdi ho akkhi. (Then remove the kurta and get naked.)

I pulled the kurta over my head and went naked, and started riding his cock harder. We changed positions. He fucked me in missionary for 10 minutes before we both had our orgasms. It was my first kinky sex, and I loved it to the core. We cleaned ourselves and came home.

I saw the happiness on Ashish’s face. I was in the washroom looking at my naked body and remembered what my sister said. So I texted her. I guess he found the lady, to which she replied, “How was it?”

I was shocked and asked how did you know. She replied it was written on the cards and she asked again. I did not reply, but she made a video call on my phone.

I picked up the phone, turning my back to the mirror and holding the phone, saying that only my face was visible. But my background had up my nakedness.

What happened next? What did she tell me about our relationship, and how our relationship went ahead? I will tell you in the next part.

Disclaimer: All events and interactions depicted in this story occur with the mutual consent and approval of all parties involved.

Hey, slutty and pretty submissive women and men. Thank you so much for your wonderful appreciation for my third part of the story. Suppose you didn’t read it, read it before reading this part. I will continue this story in various parts, with multiple fetishes. Stories will come in all domains so that you all can have great fun and experience the real masculine man and feminine woman as it should be.

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James: How did you know what I did with your daughter, babe?

Sara (boss): Take a guess, dear?

James: Jenny won’t tell you. Oh shit, it means her dad is listening to our every conversation!

Sara: Yes, my dear. He listened when Jenny screamed when you gagged her, and there was a knock on the door. You find that her dad is coming to say you goodnight. Then her dad, Vicky, smartly listened to your session, screams, and overall the conversation. As we were having a mistress-slave relationship, he asked me what to do. I said he was my dominant boyfriend. He can do whatever he wants. He told me everything that happened between you and my daughter till now.

James: Fuck! I was very busy with Jenny. That’s why I am not aware of it. I don’t want you to know like that.

Sara: It’s completely ok, dear. I am not angry with you because it is getting more interesting between me and you.

James: How?

Sara: You are the first man I’ve been attracted to because of your tough personality and honesty. If you can make a rough woman like me, then my daughter will enjoy it a lot with you. My husband is my slave. It will be your slave too. And it will also be interesting to know how you made my daughter a slave (laughs and gives a wink.)

Sara: Just one request I want to make you, babe. May I?

James: Yes, go ahead.

Sara: Please don’t be too rough on my daughter. She is my innocent, submissive, and uncluttered daughter, The only person I love more than myself.

James: Don’t worry, I am going slowly with her. I, too, love her a lot. Because she is a perfect submissive girl for a man like me.

Sara (blushes): I am glad to hear that, sir.

James: Good. By the way, how was the married couple’s session going on?

Sara: Yeah, it will start tomorrow at noon. Please come soon, sir. I will wait for you. Then we can make the session more interesting and fulfill our fetishes together.

James: Sure, girl.

The day after tomorrow, in the morning.

Sara: Where are you now, sir?

James: I am at the airport; pick me up.

Sara: I’ll be there in 2 minutes, sir.

After 2 minutes, James sat in the car. They both hugged and kissed each other.

Sara: Thanks a lot for coming, Daddy.

James: If I’m your daddy, then your daughter will be mine! (Both laughed loudly.)

Sara: Well, I don’t mind that, sir. But am I not your girlfriend too? (She blushed and asked.)

James: You both are mine; you know what I mean (winked with a smile).

Sara (blushed and grabbed his shoulder): Of course, Daddy. I love you.

James: I love you too, my bitch.

Sara: Thank you, sir. We will go to my room. You can change and freshen up there. Your natural breakfast is ready as you ordered. And we’ll start our session as soon as you’re ready.

James: Good girl.

Sara: Thank you, Master.

After some time, they both arrived at the session room where the young married couple was from yesterday. I know, from the start, you didn’t know how dominant Sara was. You will get to know about her soon.

Sara was a dominatrix for the last four years. The session started with a young married couple yesterday. They both were a submissive couple. The bride was young, cute, and chubby, but she looked sexy with her chubby curves. The groom was slim, young, and submissive with a cock in a cage. She told her to be in chastity and nude look. She pegged the groom, fucked the bride, made the bride lick her juices, and kissed her husband. All other dirty things she did with them.

Afterwards, James and her boss entered the room. He was suddenly shocked upon seeing the bride, unable to comprehend what was happening. The bride was also shocked and screamed; she was Saumya, James’s younger sister.

Sara (Boss): What happened, sir?

James: This bride is my younger sister, Saumya.

Saumya: James, are you the master of our mistress?

James: Yes, Saumya.

Saumya (shocked and scared): James, how in hell is she your submissive? Mom is always right that you are different.

James: It is time to make a decision, sister.

Saumya: Please, James, don’t do it; I am your little sister.

James: You already signed the documents with my signature. And it will be fun to dominate my newly married sister with her husband.

Saumya: Oh, fuck!

Sara slapped Saumya.

Sara (Boss): He is a master. He already made the decision. You better shut your mouth, bitch, and you already signed the documents, didn’t you? We are professionals and will do our job as mutually agreed.

Saumya: I am sorry, mistress. He has already fucked me before.

(Ritwik was the submissive husband of Saumya.)

Ritwik: What? You didn’t tell me?

Saumya: It was a private event that happened in our home long ago, along with many others.

James: Enough, let’s make this day special for all of us.

All: Yes, Master.

James and Sara got ready in his master and mistress outfits. They took positions and tied both of them in the bedroom. James stood in front of Saumya, while Sara stood in front of Ritwik.

Now, the session began. They both took off their clothes as per the master’s and mistress’s orders. Saumya knelt before her big brother in a nude position. James enjoyed the view of her newly married sister. He looked straight into her eyes until she understood what would happen afterward. James took control of her head and slapped her. Then he grabbed her hair and took out his black dick. Her eyes enlarged, but she knew what was coming. She slowly started giving him a blowjob in front of her naked husband.

James: Go fast; I missed it for a long time.

Saumya (happy and ashamed of): Yes, master.

Sara looked at them and smiled at their relationship – how it could be like that. Her husband got an erection, and he was leaking after seeing his bride sucking his brother’s black and dirty cock. The scene was exceptional and erotic. Sara took out her whip and ordered Ritwik to lick her feet. She was whipping him from behind for a few minutes. Then she took out her strap-on and ordered him to suck it. Both are sucking and licking cocks.

James spat on his cock, also making her spat on his cock. He started to gag Saumya, increasing his speed. Saumya started moaning hard; saliva was dripping out of her mouth and spreading down the ground.

James: Hey cuck husband, come and kiss your sexy bride.

Saumya and Ritwik were shocked by his dare. Sara slapped Ritwik.

Sara (boss): Don’t you hear what the master said, you cuck?

Ritwik: Yes, mistress.

And with scared eyes, they started kissing each other. In between, James grabbed Saumya’s head and spat on her face and mouth. Sara laughed, and she also did the same. Both again started kissing. Afterward, they tied in opposite directions. James and Sara were hitting them. Both were screaming in pain and pleasure. Both became drunk at this point.

After 10-15 whips, James took out the lubricant and applied it to her pussy and ass. Sara started giving whips to Ritwik’s caged cock. James started caressing her smooth boobs and pinching them. He also tied them to his neck with the help of rope.

Now, the time had come. James ordered Sara to suck his cock. Sara happily started lubricating his cock with her juicy lips and Saliva. After some time, they kissed.

James: Good, babe.

Sara (while sucking his cock): Thank you, master. I am always ready to make you comfortable.

James: Keep sucking; you are good at it, as compared to your daughter.

They both started laughing. Saumya and Ritwik were shocked by hearing this. After a good suck, his cock was now ready to penetrate his sister. James started with her small pussy for the first time. Sara was with her husband’s virgin ass. Domination was flowing in the overall flat. Screams and moans were spreading all around. But they both were tied, helpless. That was what they came to get.

James was fucking her sexy, cute bride, and her cuck husband was fucking Sara. After some time, they both started to enjoy the fucking as like good bitches. Then James started on her ass after her pussy got fucked and red. She was scared, but she hoped her brother would be soft on her.

Then James took a butt plug and vibrator and inserted in her holes. Her ass was tight, but he inserted the vibrator half so that it stimulated her ass well. He increased the speed to the max of the vibrator, which was in her ass. She was screaming a lot. Her husband was requesting James to go slow with her. James slapped Ritwik and locked his mouth with a strap. Sara was also hitting on him.

After some time, James took out the vibrator and plugged in her holes, and started fucking her ass. Now, he could smoothly fuck her ass. This took place for a good time. Sara took the cuck to the bathroom. She opened the gate, took out her strap-on, and started pissing on her cuck husband. Sara made Ritwik lay down and put cum on his face.

Saumya saw that, but she was helpless. James was going to cum. He took out his cock and inserted it in her pussycat. He increased the speed.

James: Sara, take this cuck husband to me. I am going to cum in her wife’s pussy, and he is going to lick it.

Sara (smiled at his idea): Pleasure to do, master.

Sara made Ritwik lick her piss and cum. She whipped him hard and walked him like a dog. James was fucking Saumya; they both were enjoying themselves like a well-domestic couple. At last, he cummed in her pussy, he ordered Ritwik to lick his cum from her pussy. He did that. James also took Saumya to the bathroom and pissed in her mouth. She happily drank all. Now, Saumya was silent after James cummed in her pussy.

At night, James slept with Saumya, and Sara slept with Ritwik. They both were naked and slept on the floor, to be on service when needed. At night, James banged again, Saumya, but Ritwik could only hear the voices. He was tied near the thighs of Sara. In between, Sara ordered her to lick her feet, ass, and hairy pussy, which she grew.

After the wonderful night. All woke up. Saumya and Sara made breakfast for all. They sat together and ate breakfast.

James: So guys, as per our deal, yesterday was your slavery day for our session. Now, you can decide whether you want to continue or not. But I believe you both enjoyed it very much. We saw that after the session.

Sara: Yes, and I enjoyed it too with Ritwik; his sucking skills are impressive.

James: Also, the worship skills of Saumya are also good to get me a good sleep. She is a cute, dirty bitch who worships her master whatever he wants.

Sara: Yes, Master. Both are cute and submissive couples.

Saumya: I also enjoyed being dominated by my brother and Sara. We also discussed this in the morning. We loved it as a couple, fucked and humiliated in front of each other. So, we’ve decided to extend our deal and want you to make us your permanent submissive couple.

James: That’s great. We can. The rules and regulations; as much submission is there, as much fun will be.

James and Saumya were happy with each other. Before leaving, they had a private discussion about a specific topic. They greeted each other and took leave. James and Sara returned to their home together. They both were like boyfriend and girlfriend. Even though Sara was 10 years older than James, they still seemed like a good couple. The reason is that they both maintained themselves well.

Sara: So, James. How did you make Jenny a good slave girl?

James: Actually, we were very much in love with each other since our college days. And I was dominant from the start. She is a good-value woman and a shy submissive slut too. So, it was easy and fun for me and me to start a master-slave relationship.

Sara: Oh! That’s wonderful, James. Are you going to marry her?

James: We had not decided that much; I will tell you soon, babe.

Sara: Well, if you do marry my daughter, then I have a good deal for you.

James: What?

Sara: Jenny is the younger daughter. I have 2 daughters in total.

James: Really? So, where is the elder one?

Sara: She is far more dominant than me. Her name is Kritika.

James: Interesting!

Sara: And she is married too.

Sara: Also, she has a very submissive boyfriend from the college. Eventually, she married him 1 year ago and is currently living a mistress life. But yes, she loves her husband very much; that’s why she also doesn’t let me humiliate and use her husband as a mistress.

James: Sounds cool. She is too mature but with a dominating nature.

Sara: Yeah, I want you to be her bull.

James: Did she ask you about it?

Sara: Yeah, she wants a trusted man inside our family. So, it will be private entirely. She doesn’t want others to know about it.

James: Ok, let’s see.

Sara: But that’s not my only offer, James.

James: Then what?

Sara: I am not like my daughter; I am cruel with values. I am glad that my both daughters took a good nature, but not cruelty. I want you to make me your dominant wife.

James: What? But what about your husband and daughter?

Sara: I will manage it. I just want to live my life with you and my family. They know I am like this. I also discussed this with my husband, and he agreed with it.

James: It will be interesting to get a mommy-like dominant wife and a sexy, innocent little slave wife.

Sara: It will be my pleasure to be your sugar mommy, my daddy.

Both laughed very hard and hugged each other tightly.

James (laughing): You are a slut, my girl!

Sara: I am, dear.

James: Well, let’s see how it goes.

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What will happen when Kritika and James have a meeting? What did the kinky brother-sister discuss, and what happened at their home? How will Jenny and James’s relationship be affected when Kritika knows about it? Who will win? The dominatrix or a young dominant man?

There are many questions and twists involved, and a few more kinky and sexy characters will be there. The upcoming sections promise numerous intriguing twists; stay tuned for more. And all submissive people, slaves, between 21-38 age girls/mommies can connect themselves with me at [email protected].

Feel free to share your stories, fun facts, and experiences, or something personal too; who knows? The 5th part will come with a romantic twist or maybe a cruel domination; if you want to know, stay tuned. Have a kinky night. See you soon, boys, girls, and mommies.