Rahul Menon was a middleclass
\nIndian businessman living in the well to do suburbs of Mumbai (formerly Bombay)
\nIndia. He was 48, married to Seema his wife of twenty-five years, who was 45.
\nThey had married young, as was the custom in the days when the lifestyle was
\nmuch different compared to that of a current cosmopolitan Indian city like
\nMumbai now.<\/p>\n
They lived in a comfortable,
\nluxury 3 bed – 2 bath Apartment in one of those high-rise towers you see
\nsometimes in photos of Mumbai. Their son Aditya, who was 19, still lived with
\nthem, and Nisha their 18-year-old daughter was normally away at a boarding school,
\nbut currently, was back home for a month\u2019s holidays, which would be ending in a
\nfew days.<\/p>\n
Aditya had finished school and
\nwas preparing to go to a college in Mumbai to study law in a few months, so was
\nnow taking some time out, and enjoying himself doing what he liked for a while.
\nNisha had another four months to go at boarding school, before finishing her
\neducation there, and coming back home. They were a typical traditional
\nIndian-Westernized family in many ways. They dressed in a combination of Indian
\nand Western styles – more Western nowadays at home, and out shopping or
\nrelaxing, but traditional dress at social functions, where appropriate.<\/p>\n
In their looks, Rahul who was
\n5’9″ had put on a ‘middle aged spread’, but still retained some of his
\ngood looks, which had made him popular when younger. And Seema at 5’4″ was
\nstill very much a good-looking woman, with a voluptuous full figure. She had
\nbeen quite a stunner in her youth and she had looked after herself to this day.<\/p>\n
Her body had grown larger – she
\nwas now a size 14, but the proportions were still in balance. She had quite
\nlarge, 38D boobs which still gave way to a curvy waistline, but her buttocks
\nand ass had grown after giving birth, she thought a bit too much, although in
\nreality they were very much in proportion to the rest of her now, and a
\nglorious sight for any ass man who loved a fuller buxom figure.<\/p>\n
Aditya at 5″10″ was
\nvery much a younger version of his father, and who at 19 needed to lose some
\nweight (not fat, but a little chubby!), and had grown into rather a shy young
\nman who lacked some confidence. Both Rahul and Seema had been concerned about
\nthis, but hoped he would grow out of it. He hadn’t had a girlfriend yet as far
\nas they knew. <\/p>\n
Nisha, on the other hand was much
\nmore outgoing. She had a beautiful face, but was a little more stocky in build
\nat 5’2″ with a rather plump ass and good sized 36C boobs, however her
\npersonality was much more relaxed and outgoing, and she seemed very comfortable
\nin herself. The family was gathered in the kitchen for breakfast where<\/p>\n
Seema and Nisha were standing by
\nthe worktop chatting away whilst preparing the food. They had their backs to
\nRahul and Aditya, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Suddenly, Aditya’s
\nmobile phone rang its rather irritating tune (so Rahul always thought), and
\nwhile he got up to take the call in the hallway, Rahul looked over at his wife
\nand daughter.<\/p> \n\n
Seema was wearing a beige figure
\nhugging cotton trousers with a white blouse, whilst Nisha wore a t-shirt and
\ntight fitting dark blue denim jeans, which showed off every curve of her ample
\nbutt. Rahul was an ass man and couldn’t help admiring the behinds of his wife
\nand daughter as they moved about, even though one of the women was his
\ndaughter. <\/p>\n
His sex drive was still very high
\nat his age. He felt his face flush, as a sudden thought of going up to his
\ndaughter and cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans flashed through his mind.
\nMmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’ll have to ponder on these feelings a bit
\nmore,’ and looked back down at his newspaper, as Aditya came back into the room
\nafter finishing his phone call.<\/p>\n
He snatched a quick look up, and
\nsaw Aditya looking over at Seema and Nisha, who still had their backs turned
\nand were chatting away. He was sure he saw, just for a moment, Aditya eyeing up
\nboth his mother’s and sister’s butts as well. Rahul quickly looked back at his
\nnewspaper, before Aditya noticed he had been watched, and he felt a hardon come
\non in his pants.<\/p>\n
Rahul had always tried to be open
\nwith his wife, so that night as they lay in bed, he raised his feelings of that
\nmorning with Seema. Seema,” he said, “This morning, when you and
\nNisha were making breakfast, I got a hard-on looking at both of you. Seeing
\nboth your behinds, all tightly wrapped as they were, turned me on, even
\nNisha’s, and I wanted to go up to her and give her butt cheeks a squeeze.”<\/p>\n
Seema sat up and looked at her
\nhusband, appearing to be horrified. “What? You wanted to touch up your own
\ndaughter?” she replied. I couldn’t help it. I’m just being honest with you
\nabout what I felt. The thought just happened and I found it quite arousing. And
\nI’ll tell you something else, I sneaked a look at Aditya, when he thought I
\nwasn’t watching, and I was sure he was eyeing you both up as well.”<\/p>\n
Seema laid her head back on the
\npillow with a resigned look and a sigh.You men! she said finally, after a
\nmoment\u2019s pause, trying to sound annoyed. Well,” replied Rahul “I
\nthink we should relax and take it in our stride. These sorts of feelings aren’t
\nthat unusual, I think, although people tend not to talk about them.
\nPsychologists know all about this. <\/p>\n
Sons in their teens often may go
\nthrough a phase when they have some sort of sexual attraction to their
\nmother’s, daughters may be attracted to fathers, and I’m sure fathers and mothers
\nmay get some sort of feeling towards their young adult sons and daughters.
\nNormally, it’s only a phase and nothing ever happens. Oh,” replied Seema,
\n“That’s good to hear. Maybe I shouldn’t dress in a way that might get
\nAditya to notice my body so much.”<\/p>\n
Yes, you could do that,”
\nsaid Rahul, “And Nisha will be back at boarding school in a few days and
\nI’m sure my feelings will pass. Maybe we should be more physical with each
\nother and that will take my mind off it! Seema laughed and cuddled up to Rahul
\nand gave him a kiss on the lips. She had a high sex drive to match her
\nhusband’s and was always willing to satisfy his needs, which kept her satisfied
\nas well.<\/p>\n
He responded and they kissed,
\ntheir tongues lapping sexily at each other. She moved on top of him and felt
\nhis hands over her back and buttocks. His cock had risen in response to her
\nsexy moments on top of him and she moved her pussy over his groin. Gently
\nreaching down, she helped his erect dick into her moist pussy.<\/p>\n
Ah, that’s nice” she said,
\nfeeling him enter her, and she started to hump her ass gently up and down.
\nRahul clasped both her butt cheeks, one in each hand and squeezed and rubbed
\nthem roughly, enjoying every sensation of feeling her soft, large, fleshy ass. I
\nlove your ass darling,” he said, as she ground herself up and down on his
\nfuck pole. Even after all these years, I can’t get enough of fucking you,
\nespecially in your asshole.”<\/p>\n
She raised herself up a little
\nway so that her boobs dangled over Rahul’s face and mouth, and he took her
\nright boob into his mouth and sucked. First over the areola, a wide slow suck,
\nand then licking around it with his tongue, he moved onto the erect nipple, and
\ntickled it by licking it up and down and from side to side, before sucking on
\nit. Seema writhed in pleasure as he
\nsucked on her boob. She had always loved his technique of sucking on her tits,
\nand it always sent an electric tingle through her body and down her spine.<\/p>\n
She increased the pace of her
\nhumping up and down on Rahul’s prick loving every sensation as it glided in and
\nout of her wet, pulsating pussy. Under her, Rahul responded by increasing the
\npace of his thrust upwards. Momentarily, he moved onto her left boob and gave
\nit the same attention as he had given the right. Then Seema, with her eyes closed,
\nsat up fully on his dick and as she knelt over his crotch, continued the
\nfrenzied pace of her writhing up and down on his prick. Rahul watched her large
\nboobs jiggle and wobble in front of him as she rode him, and the sight of them
\ncaused the semen to rise in his balls. Yea, fuck me hard Seema, ride me,”
\nhe cried out.<\/p>\n
Fuck me you hot, dirty
\nbitch.” He loved talking dirty at her when they fucked, and he knew it
\nturned her on. Yesss fuck cum inside me” she replied I want to feel your
\nspunk in me. “Come on fuck me, fuck me hard” she added, now in a
\nlustful frenzy on top of him. They continued apace, and after a few minutes
\nmore, both were close to cumming. <\/p>\n
Rahul cried out “Ahhhhhh as
\nhe spurted deep inside her pussy, whilst Seema lasted just a moment longer
\nbefore she came, and shouted out Oh yesssss. She rolled next to him on
\nthe bed, so they lay close to each other silently, savoring the after moment.After
\na minute Seema said, “Satisfied darling? Yes, of course honey,”
\nreplied Rahul with his eyes closed.<\/p>\n
What he didn’t tell her was that
\nas he was cumming, he had imagined it was his daughter, Nisha, riding on top of
\nhim. “Goodnight” he added, realising he had lied to her for the first
\ntime in ages, and turned over onto his side facing away from her to sleep,
\nfeeling slightly guilty. Thinking Rahul was satisfied, and
\nwanting to sleep, Seema lay there relaxed and feeling like she was drifting off
\nsleepily as well. Her mind wandered a little as she snuggled herself down, and
\nRahul’s words about her son Aditya looking at her in a sexual way crossed her
\nthoughts again.<\/p>\n
She hadn’t been quite honest with
\nRahul. Recently, she had looked at her son in a way a mother should not,
\nespecially in the last year or so. And she was sure she had seen him looking at
\nher body in a sexual way as well. It was a woman’s, or mother’s intuition. Her
\nsex drive was high and she had imagined herself doing some quite naughty things
\nwith him, and even masturbated to the thoughts.<\/p>\n
But she had never felt able to
\ntalk to Rahul about it. But now, as Rahul had raised some similar thoughts he
\nhad for Nisha, her fantasies seemed to be something that might just be
\npossible. She would have to draw out Rahul’s feelings for Nisha first, and then
\nslowly tell him of her own attraction to Aditya as well. She would have to be
\ncareful how it was done. <\/p>\n
First though, she would have to
\nraise the subject again with Rahul, and carefully introduce the idea of
\ntransforming their thoughts into reality to him. She felt a tingle of sexual
\narousal run through her and in her pussy, even though she had orgasmed only a
\nfew moments ago. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and then tried to put the
\nthoughts away. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.<\/p>\n
Whilst the parents slept with
\ntheir own thoughts of lust, their son and daughter, Aditya and Nisha were
\nhaving their own lustful desires, separately, in their own beds. Aditya,
\ntypically at 19, had his male hormones raging, and would often masturbate three
\nor four times and day. And the object of his thoughts whilst he did this, was
\noften his mother. He had a thing for older women.<\/p>\n
He had a collection of porno
\nmagazines which were mostly the ‘over 40’ type and even one or two entitled
\n‘over 50’. And he just loved to ‘beat his meat’ whilst looking at nude raunchy
\npictures of older women. Sometimes he would imagine his mother striking a pose
\nlike that of the pictures he would often look at perhaps a like lady on all
\nfours on the floor showing her asshole and pussy and looking back at the camera
\nas if asking to be fucked senseless.<\/p>\n
Tonight he was thinking of his
\nmom, in the tight beige pants she had worn during the day, remembering the way
\nher butt cheeks had stretched the fabric of the pants, and the way they had
\nwobbled and rippled as she had walked about. He’d had to go to his room a
\ncouple of times during the day just to wack off and get some relief, she’d
\nturned him on so much.<\/p>\n
Funnily enough, he’d also just
\nstarted to notice how his sister, Nisha’s ass was starting to look quite
\nattractive as well recently. He was an ass man, no doubt, and both his mom and
\nsister were both starting to look really hot to him these days. As he lay in
\nbed, he wanked himself off, thinking about feeling up his mom’s beautiful wide
\nass cheeks, <\/p>\n
Imagining her bending over the
\nkitchen worktop for him, wriggling her butt at him and then letting him cum all
\nover the material of her pants. As he came thinking about this, he made sure
\nhis cum went over a towel he kept for the purpose, as he was careful about not
\nleaving any stains on his bed sheets. He was quite secretive about his
\nmasturbating, and tried not to leave any signs. <\/p>\n
As he came, he felt a wave of
\npleasure run through his body. Slowly he started to drift off to sleep, little
\naware of the thoughts his mother was having about him a few doors away, whilst
\nlying next to his father. Across the hallway, in her own room, Nisha lay in
\nbed, with a couple of fingers of her right hand buried in her pussy. She was
\nplaying with herself, as she often did, bringing herself to another orgasm.<\/p>\n
She had a secret. She was not a
\nvirgin, as was so common for unmarried girls of her age in India. She knew what
\nsex was all about, and having already had the ‘fire lit’, her lustful desires
\nhad now to be satisfied regularly. Whilst being away at boarding school, she
\nhad met a boy, the same age as her in the local area of the school, and one
\nthing had led to another. <\/p>\n
They were now lovers, meeting
\nsecretly, once or twice a week, and having sex. But she was not ‘in love’ with
\nhim. No, she was quite sure of that. In the beginning, it might have been puppy
\nlove, but that had worn off, and now they would meet just for sex and a laugh,
\nwhich seemed ok. But this also meant that when she was away from boarding
\nschool, she missed the sex quite a lot, having got used to it regularly now.<\/p>\n
Her mind was racing, as she
\nplayed with herself. She was thinking of her boyfriend, Amir, and sucking his
\ncock. She stuck a finger from her left hand into her mouth, imagining it to be
\nhis prick, whilst at the same time playing with her cunt with her right hand,
\nand wriggling her pussy mound as she did so, enjoying the sensation.<\/p>\n
As she carried on doing this, her
\nmind wandered a little, and she had a flashback the way her father had looked
\nat her a few times recently since she had come home for the holidays. She was
\nnot slow on the uptake with the way men and boys would sometimes look at her,
\nand she had seen a lustful look in her father’s eyes a few times. She had pretended
\nto be all innocent and not notice each time it had happened.<\/p>\n
For a moment, as she masturbated,
\nher mind replaced her boyfriend’s face and prick with that of her father’s, and
\nshe felt a rush of lust run through her. At first, it felt a little strange,
\nbut enjoying the new image in her mind, and continuing with the thought, she
\nfinally brought herself to an intense orgasm, thinking of her father, as she
\npumped her fingers in her pussy.<\/p>\n
She lay there, feeling satisfied,
\nbut also a little aroused that imagining her father in a sexual way had had
\nsuch an effect. She wondered what would happen if she teased him a little with
\nher body over the next few days whilst she was home. The idea gave her some
\npleasure. Thinking these thoughts, eventually she drifted off to sleep. To be
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