Author’s note:
My sincere apologies to all readers for the huge and unexpected delay in publishing the next part of the series. Life became busy, and my work had to be put on hold. I kindly suggest all readers, old and new, read the previous parts of the series to recap what happened before.
Hope you enjoy!
I woke up startled like I woke up from a dream. I blinked a few times, trying to understand where I was. My mind felt foggy.
I am lying on a bed, naked, just covered by a thin blanket. The bed was a mess. My nipples were red and sore. My thighs and pussy felt dirty. I touched the sheets with my hands. They were rumpled with sticky, hard spots; as if they were wet and had dried up. It did not take me long to realize they were wet from cum. My cum.
It took me a minute to realize I was in my room. I mean, the guest bedroom at my sister’s place. Then everything came back.
Last night, I watched my sister, Sneha and her son in the bathroom. They were naked, and their bodies sweaty. They stood by the bathroom counter. He was behind her, and he fucked her naked thighs. It all came back!
By the time they were done I was aroused. I ran back to my room, jumped on the bed, and started masturbating like a slut. I couldn’t believe what was happening in this house, but I couldn’t stop myself. I replayed the images of them in my head again and again, until I came.
But I did not stop. That wasn’t enough. I kept rubbing my clitoris, pinching my nipples and fingering myself deeply. I wanted more! I kept going!
No wonder my head felt so numb and my body so sore. I don’t remember how many times I came or how long I masturbated. I don’t even remember falling asleep covered in my cum. All I remember was feeling high and good.
A few minutes passed before I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I need to take a shower. I turned on the nozzle and let the water heat up. I stepped under the shower head and felt the hot water spray over my body, soothing it. God! I needed this so badly.
Wearing fresh clothes, I stepped out of the bedroom and entered the kitchen. I was starving.
Sneha was sitting at the dinner table, reading a book.
“Good morning! Or I should say afternoon!” She giggled at her own joke.
“Good afternoon! Don’t tell me you woke up bright and early.” Clearly, I wasn’t amused.
“Not bright and early, just before you.” She still had a teasing smile on her face. I couldn’t look at her without feeling flushed. I tried to hide it, but I knew I was failing miserably.
“I made you something to eat and some hot coffee.”
“Oh! Thank you! I am so hungry! You are the best!” My reaction was automatic. She had been my second mother for so many years, and she still is. That’s another thing that makes everything I witnessed harder to accept. I wanted to say something, but I decided to just shut up and eat.
After a few minutes, she broke the silence. “You don’t have to make it so hard on yourself every time. After what you saw last night, I thought it would be easier for you to accept everything.”
“What do you mean?” I asked back, puzzled.
“You have that face. I know you have something on your mind, and you want to talk about it, but you are holding back.”
I looked away from her. “I just want to eat my food in peace. Is that too much to ask?” I said in a low voice.
She looked at me quietly. “Fair enough. Eat in peace, then.” She went back to reading her book.
The food was good! I slurped up everything like a hungry hippo. I sat back, sipping on the coffee. I took my time enjoying it. And I was ready to talk. “I know you have been fucking Aman. For real fucking, not like what you both did last night. I don’t know for how long, but I know you are doing it.”
It felt stupid to keep pretending. “All I know is that everything I have seen these past few weeks was just a show you both have put up for me. I don’t know why. I want to say I am tired of it. So, my dear sis, want to tell me what’s happening?”
Sneha looked at me with a smirk on her face. She showed no sign of tension or anxiety after hearing what I had just said. I thought she might be wondering what gave it up.
She closed the book and placed it on the table. She looked straight at me when she spoke. “It started 2 years back. It started exactly how you witnessed it now. I wanted to take care of his needs, so I let him suck my titties while I gave him a handjob. It went on like that for some time. Until we started craving more.”
“Slowly, his dick was in my mouth, and his mouth was on my cunt.” “At first, I only let him fuck my thighs. Then I realized there was no point in holding back anymore. So, one night, as he fucked my thighs from behind, I took his dick and shoved it into my wet cunt. And that was it! I’ve let him fuck me ever since.”
Listening to her, my eyes became big, and my jaw dropped. It was one thing to suspect it. But it was something else to actually hear her say it out loud, so boldly and shamelessly. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought she would defend herself as always. I found myself dumb in shock.
“You had so much to say a minute back, and now you are so quiet? Was that a little too much? Not what you expected?” She was teasing me. But it was turning me on so much.
She leaned forward, her eyes still looking into mine. “My poor little sister. You must be dying to find out why a good girl like me decided to do something like this.”
No words came out. I just sat there like a dummy and listened to her. She got up and slowly walked towards me, still looking into my eyes. I felt like I saw her eyes for the first time. They were big and beautiful, but at the same time, there was something unsettling about them. She was looking into my soul.
She leaned closer. “You want to know why, don’t you? I can feel the curiosity bubbling inside you. You never did like secrets.” She took my face in her hands, holding it gently. “It’s simple, really. It’s because I was never really a good girl. I just pretend to be one.”
Saying that she leaned forward in a quick motion and kissed my lips. I was shocked! ‘What the fuck!’ I thought to myself as her lips tightly sealed over mine.
“Mmm!??” I tried to protest, but I couldn’t. She held me tight and kept kissing me, smooching my lips hard. I tried to break away from her, flayed my arms out, and pushed her away. But she was so strong! I couldn’t break free.
Finally, she let go of me. It was so sudden that I lost my balance and fell off the chair on the floor.
“What the fuck, Sneha! What the…! What’s wrong with you!” I couldn’t believe what was happening. I crawled away from her.
She just stood there and looked at me. I couldn’t look back at her. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was sweating, and suddenly felt weak. I felt breathless. Everything hit me at once.
I got up, turned around and sprinted out the main door. I ran until I was a couple of blocks away from the house, stopping only to catch my breath. I looked back, but there was no sign of Sneha. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Slowly walking up the road, I came to the street corner café. I walked inside and sat down at one of the tables. I needed to think.
When we were growing up, Sneha was the angel. She was the well-behaved one. The golden girl! I was the one everyone thought had issues. I had too many boyfriends, the one who was sexually open, breaking the rules and getting into trouble. Now, it seems like our roles have reversed.
I can’t imagine what happened. Maybe it’s a midlife crisis. Maybe, it’s acting out. Or maybe, this is who she has always been.
As I raked through all the thoughts, I got aroused by the idea that she is the sluttier one between us. I wondered what other sexual adventures she had had behind everyone’s backs. If she could go as far as fucking her son, then anything else would be having a cakewalk for her.
She wasn’t just sharing her sexual escapades but also making me a part of them. Almost as if she wants me to be a part of them. Time passed away as I sat lost in my thoughts. The sun had set, and the city came alive with neon signs and street lights. Leaving the café, I started walking back home.
On my way, I passed a parking lot. I saw a young couple sitting in a car, making out. The guy was smooching the girl’s lush lips, and she kissed him back with the same passion. I suddenly felt a tingle on my lips, reminding me of Sneha’s kiss. I did not want to admit it, but I liked having her lips on mine.
The same old lust came back feverously. It was late by the time I reached Sneha’s home. There were no lights in the living room. Everything was dark. I stood there wondering why no one had turned on the lights. Then I heard it. It was faint at first, but I heard it again. I was sure of it.
I took a few steps inside the house. With every step, it got louder. I knew the voice the moment I heard it. It was Sneha. She was… moaning.
She was… moaning!
My heart beat faster. I knew what it meant. But I did not want to accept it.
I walked towards the bedroom, pacing myself for what I might see. The door was left slightly open. I pushed it open and looked inside. The lights were dim, but it was bright enough to see clearly.
My heart almost stopped at what I saw.
The room had a soft but arousing smell. There were candles lit. The bed was covered in silk sheets. It looked like a Lovers’ den.
Right in front of me, on the bed, Aman lay down on his back, fully naked. Sneha was over him, also fully naked. Their bodies were covered in sweat. Her hair was undone and fell beautifully over her shoulder. She had her eyes closed, and her head fell back slightly.
Her mouth was open, letting out soft, sweet moans of pleasure. It was unmistakable. His thick, veiny dick was deep inside her cunt. She was riding him like a cowgirl, jerking her hips up and down as her cunt swallowed every inch of his meat.
They are fucking! Outright fucking!
I couldn’t believe it. It was one thing to suspect it or even talk about it. But to watch her straddling her son and shamelessly fucking him was something even my wildest imagination could not prepare me for. He reached up and squeezed her breasts with her hands. She moaned louder.
Her brown-coloured nipples were stiff. He kneaded them with his fingers. She moaned even more. He pinched them, and she moaned some more. She then opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes looked like she was in some kind of trance. She was in the throes of lust.
She smiled. “Oh, look, baby! Shilu aunty is here!” She said to Aman.
Aman cocked his head back. “Hi, Shilu aunty!” His voice had a teasing tone to it.
“Remember what I told you, baby? You have to show Shilu aunty how much you love me!” She did not stop grinding her hips even for a second. I was losing my mind!
“Yes, mommy! I remember.”
He placed his hands over her nude waist. He placed his feet flat on the bed and started thrusting into her. He picked up the pace, fucking her harder.
“Ahh! Ahh! Yes, baby! Just like that! Ahh!” Her moans echoed through the room.
He kept increasing his pace with every few thrusts. She responded by gyrating her hips in rhythm. His dick was sloppy, wet from all the juices dripping from her cunt. It moved in and out like a piston.
I became horny looking at everything. I was losing control over my body. I didn’t think I could hold myself back any longer.
He got off the bed, picked her by her hips and in one swift motion, placed her on the bed, getting on top of her. He spread her legs high and wide, placing himself between them. He held his dick and positioned it over her pussy lips. In quick, thrusting motions, he pushed it back into her.
“Ahh! Oh, God! Yes!” He pushed deeper and deeper into her until it disappeared completely.
It was as if something had taken over him. He fucked her with passion and force that her whole body jerked up and down on the bed. She was moaning without holding back.
Her big breasts jiggled up and down, matching his force. He bent down and sucked her stiff nipples, switching back and forth from one another, biting them in between.
“Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Yes! This is what I want! Yes! Fuck mommy, baby! Fuck mommy good!”
Her moans were making me lose it. I can’t take it anymore.
They fucked like animals, without any boundaries. I had seen enough. I lifted my top and removed it. I quickly unbuttoned, unzipped my jeans and slid them down. I stood in front of them with just my underwear, without shame. And filled with lust.
I took slow, deliberate steps towards the bed. I unhooked and removed my bra, throwing it away. I removed my panties and threw them away. Now, I was fully naked.
He pushed his hips back and forth, bringing his cock out and thrusting it back again. I could imagine her pussy walls being stretched by that thick piece of meat. ‘Plop! Plop! Plop!’ The room was filled with the sound of their thighs slamming each other.
Sneha looked at me, standing naked next to the bed. “Finally!”
There was no point in pretending anymore. I had crossed over to the other side. I climbed onto the bed and sat, leaning back on the headboard. I spread my legs. With one hand kneading my nipples, I rubbed my clitoris with my other hand.
“Ahh!” A loud moan burst out from my mouth. “Fuck! This feels so good!” I heard myself say. It really, really felt so damn good!
“Ahh! Ahh! Ohh!” I rubbed, kneaded, pinched and moaned.
“Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Yes!” Sneha moaned as she was relentlessly pounded by the bull of a son she had given birth to.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!” Aman moaned as he fucked his mother like she was his slut.
He then sat her in his lap, plunging his dick deep into the same place he came from. She crossed her legs behind his back and her hands behind his neck. They straddled each other like lovers.
Her big breasts were pressed into his chest, the meat pushing out from the side under her arms. He grabbed her thick ass with his hands and moved her hips over his, grinding and pushing his dick in and out of her.
It was taboo to the core. And, it made it so irresistibly hot!
“Haa!” I moaned as my pussy spurted out its juices. I did not stop. I just rubbed my clit harder and faster.
And, right next to me, my nephew was fucking his mother, my sister, like a whore. And, she behaved like one.
“Yes! Ohh, this is why I love you so much! Fuck mommy, baby! Mommy loves you! Ahh! Ahh!”
He kept grunting. “Hah! Hah!” I could feel that he was getting close. For heaven’s sake, I have no clue how long he’s been fucking her.
Sneha felt it too. And then, she said something that blew away the last bit of mind I had left.
“Cum inside, mommy, baby! Fill mommy up like you always do!”
“What the fuck”! I screamed out loud. I looked and saw he wasn’t wearing a condom. And I already knew she wasn’t on birth control. “Sneha, what if you get pregnant?!”
She gave me a naughty smile. “I am sure you would love to be an aunt again.”
“What! Are you serious?!”
“Ahh! Mmm! Yes! Come on, baby! Put a baby inside, mommy!”
That was the last thread. There’s no coming back from any of this. They are never going to stop fucking.
And I am forever a part of it.
He put her back down on the bed right next to me and spread her legs wide. He got up on his feet, bent down and pushed deeper into her nicely stretched pussy. Her breasts, waist folds and her toned ass made her look like the perfect mom to fuck.
Aman’s body tightened, and his thrusts became deeper and more deliberate. He squeezed his butt and pushed into her, spreading her legs as wide as they could.
“That’s it, baby! Give it to mommy! Ahh!” The slut moaned.
“Ahh! Argh!” And the bull responded.
He pumped his fertile seed deep into her womb, the same womb that made him! He arched his back, and she crossed her legs behind him.
It was done!
He gave her a sweet little kiss on her lips and fell between us on the bed. They were fully spent.
I looked at Sneha. Her breathing was heavy, but it was calming down. Her eyes were closed. She seemed like she was in some kind of bliss. I looked at her pussy, and saw his cum dripping out slowly. Another reminder that it did happen. We all just lay there.
Sneha opened her eyes and looked at me. I felt a sudden sense of warmth and love from her. I wasn’t sure why. We just looked at each other.
She looked at Aman. “Baby, do you think Shilu aunty is like another mommy to you?”
“Yes, mom. I think of her as a mother too.” He said again in a teasing voice.
“Then why aren’t you showing her the same love you show me?”
My eyes went wide. “What are you talking about, Sneha?”
She looked at me. “No need to pretend anymore, darling. How long will you force your fingers to do all the work? It’s time you got some real action.”
She looked back at Aman. “Baby, make love to your Shilu mommy.”
Aman was now looking at me. He stared at my naked body. I saw he was getting aroused; his dick was slowly getting big!
I can’t believe he was ready again after all that!
He got up on his knees and crawled towards me.
Before I could say anything, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me.
To be continued.
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