The Fucking Saga of a Family  

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THE MAN SMILED AS HE WATCHED THE PRETTY YOUNG GIRL LOCK THE DOOR BEHIND HER.

He was dressed in a gray suit. His red striped tie was undone. The sleeves of his coat were rolled back, and he held a pen over a large book. He pushed back his black leather chair and waited.

The girl was dressed in tight jeans and a loose T-shirt. She was about nineteen, tall and well built. The jeans accentuated her long legs and her shapely buttocks. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and framed a perfectly oval face. Her eyes were large, limpid blues, the eyebrows highlighting them.

"Hello, professor," she murmured, sashaying over to where he sat.

"Hi, Sonia," he answered, lowering his hands to the zipper of his trousers, aware of his hard cock straining to be free of the trousers.

"Let me do that," she breathed, tossing her large purse onto the desk and walking towards him.

"Be my guest."

He propelled the chair around; it revolved quietly so that it was now facing away from his desk. He dropped the pen on the book, resting his elbows on the arms of the overstuffed chair.

She dropped to her knees. She was so tall; you could see the top of her head over the table even after she knelt.

He groaned when he felt one of her hand cupping him between his legs as she skillfully unzipped him. She did not bother removing his belt; instead, she merely reached inside his trousers and pushed her hand through the opening of his underwear.

She looked up at him, smiling dreamily, pulling out his erect cock.

"My God," she whispered, holding his cock at the base with her fist. "You are so big!"

He laughed. "You always say that."

"Because you always are so big," she taunted, moving her fist up and down on his swollen shaft, reaching inside the underwear with her other hand to bring out his heavy testicles.

"With you around, I can't help it, can I?"

She bent down, her silky hair blocking his view. He groaned again as he felt the tip of her tongue swiping from the base of his cock to the tip.

"Oh my God, Sonia. That feels so good," he murmured. He reached down and thrust his hands inside her T-shirt from the top. She pulled her shoulders together to allow him complete access and moaned when she felt his large calloused palms grasping her huge mammary.

She took him in her mouth when he pinched her nipples. She began to bob her head up and down over his shaft. Continuing to suck on his shaft, she began to pull her T-shirt up over her shoulders.

She disengaged and he withdrew his hands from her tits, watching with glazed eyes as she whipped the T-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor beside her. She wore no bra; she never did whenever they planned to meet. To them, it was an obstruction. Neither did she really need a bra – her breasts, though extremely large, did not have any sag.

She bent down over him again, this time holding his cock in both her hands. He thrust his hips upward after her moth engulfed him again.

She was one of the best cocksuckers he had come across. Too, one of the youngest. So far. She did not merely suck him up in her mouth. She also used her tongue cleverly.

Now, as he thrust his hips back and forth, her tongue lashed the underside of his shaft. He was always amazed at the amount of saliva she produced. A minute later, and his cock was already wet.

He reached down to push her hair back over her head. He always liked to watch her suck his cock. She seldom closed her eyes when she sucked him. She would either be looking down to where his cock pushed in and backed out of her mouth; or, whenever she could, she would be looking up at him.

Tucking her silky hair around her ears, he took hold of her tits again, holding them in his palms as if weighing them.

She pulled his cock out, looked at him and said, "Talk, professor, talk to me…you know how it makes me so randy to hear you."

He laughed harshly, mauling her tits, thrusting his hips faster after she took him back into her mouth.

"Oh yes, bitch, suck my dick, oh yes, like that, suck it harder, you slut, give me more tongue, oh yes, I like fucking your mouth, bitch, oh god, its so hot and wet, I feel like filling up my juice in your mouth right away. But I won't, not now anyway…you are going to fuck my cock with those tits of yours, these tits, oh god, they are so big and soft and hot…yessss…like that, my bitch whore, take in your throat…"

"Ummmm…" she moaned, now beginning to move her head forward whenever he thrust in and backing away when he did.

"Your mouth is a cunt, slut, I love fucking you like that, oh god, yes, yes…slurp on that cock, baby, suck faster, get me wet, wetter now…"

She hummed her tune around his cock, which was sliding in and out of her mouth, his sac hitting her chin when he buried it deep in her throat.

"Now, slut, now, take it out and fuck it with your jugs," he groaned.

She pulled back and still on her knees, raised herself. She was tall all right, and that brought her huge tits right in front of his glistening cock, wet with her saliva.

She maneuvered the upper part of her body, holding the side of her tits and leaned down again, trapping his erect dick within her cleavage. He groped for the drawer on his desk, pulled it out and brought out a tube.

She watched his cock nestled between her tits, as he squeezed the lotion out of the tube, liberally dousing her tit valley with the smooth stuff oozing out. He threw the tube back into the drawer and rubbed his cock into the jelly. She moved from side to side, allowing him to smear the jelly between her tits, using his cock like a paintbrush.

Satisfied, he held her shoulders and began to thrust up and down as she pushed her tits together.

"Oh god, that feels so fucking good, fuck my tits, oh god, yes, fuck my tits, faster now, faster, you sonofabitch, harder, oh yes…"

The smacking of his hips against the underside of her tits and the wet sound that filled his office increased his excitement as he now began to really fuck her tits hard.

She bent down again, her whole body jerking up and down against his hips and lowered her head. Still holding her shoulders, he rose from his chair and stood hunched over her, without interrupting the rhythm.

"Hold my tits for me, Professor," she whimpered, letting her hands go down over her body. He obliged by mashing her tits together around his cock, watching her as she fumbled with the buttons of her jeans.

She pushed down her jeans. He wasn't surprised that she wore nothing under it. Panties, like bras, were mere impediments.

Her jeans resting on the floor around her knees, she pushed one finger into her pussy, rubbing her clit with the other hand.

"Oh god, yes, yes, fuck my tits, fuck my tits, Ooohh…"

"I am going to splatter my milk on your tits, you little bitch. Oh yes, they feel so good around my cock, it feels so fucking good fucking your huge tits, oh god, yes, fuck your cunt with your fingers, whore! Shove another finger inside…"

She added a second finger inside her pussy, sliding them in and out to keep time with the rhythm of his cock spearing her tits.

She bent down again and lowered her head. He shivered as he felt her tongue licking the top of his cock every time that it came out from the top of her cleavage.

He thrust up and held his position to allow her to wrap her luscious lips around the shaft, then backed down again.

"Oh, yes, my bitch, my little, bitch, suck that cock as I fuck your tits," he said, repeating his little series of thrusting up, holding the position for awhile, then backing down rapidly.

Her fingers were beginning to increase pace, going in and coming out faster than his cock was fucking her tits. She shoved her other hand down and attacked her clitoris with the fingers.

He hunched over her, watching her fingers fucking her cunt, rubbing her inflamed clit, and he pulled out of her tits. He twisted his hips from one side to the other, in effect, letting his cock rub all over the insides of her cleavage.

"Oh please!" she begged, "Don't do that, please, fuck my tits with your cock, please don't tease me any more."

His harsh laughter seemed like he was gurgling, as he complied, putting his cock back between her tits and continuing his movements.

This time, he didn't pause on the upstroke; he decided he had enough of her mouth for now. He wanted to splash out his boiling seed, relieve his cock of the intense heat that it had built up.

His hands went around her shoulders again and he began moving up and down, grunting with every stroke. Faster and faster till…

"Aggh…ugghhh…I think I'm going to cum now, you bitch…here it is, take it, you whore, take it now…"

She began to move her body up and down urgently as she realized he was going to come. Her fingers increased speed, fucking her pussy faster. She bent down and flicked out her tongue to lick at his glans every time his cock poked up from her tits.

Suddenly, he jammed his cock up her tits, clutching her shoulders. Hurriedly, she reached for her tits, squeezing them against his pulsating cock, her mouth wide open.

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He let out a strangled cry as his semen gushed out. It flew into her waiting mouth, and then splashed her face, finally collecting in puddles between her tits. He pulled her closer, his hands digging into her back. She assisted him by pulling him by his taut buttocks.

They were gasping now, their heads thrown back in the throes of their climax. He flopped back into his chair, his legs wide apart, his cock still shuddering. She grabbed the arms of the chair and pushed herself closer between his legs, bending down to take the limp cock back into her mouth, running her lips over the wet shaft.

He watched her as she slurped on his flesh. Lovingly, he caressed the top of her head as she smacked her lips, drinking the leftovers of his spunk.

Later, he was back at his desk, his trousers zipped up, and pen in his hand. He watched her getting back into her jeans and T-shirt. She was looking at him, a sultry smile playing at the corner of her lips.

He glanced at his watch. "Ten thirty, young one."

She gasped, grabbing her purse. She pecked his cheek before moving towards the door. "Gotta go, or I'll be late for class."

"See you in the afternoon, honey," he called out.

At the door, she turned. "Yeah, sure. Afternoon," she replied. And then, as she stepped out, she looked back and waved at him.

"Bye, Dad."

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TODAY – The Woman

The woman leaned against the balcony, her arms lying alongside the metal railings. From where she was standing, the people and the vehicles ten floors below her, looked like tiny toys. She shivered when a sudden blast of cold air blew from the vast expanse of the forest in front of the building and around her and she pulled her housedress closer around her lithe body.

Next week, she would be turning thirty-nine. She looked like she was twenty-five and felt like she was eighteen. Unconsciously, she glanced down through the top of the housedress. It was a simple, white cotton number, barely reaching to her thighs and simply wrapped around her body with a matching white belt. She could see the top of her own breasts, so taut and firm, stark white in contrast to the bronzed skin above them. The swell of her breasts looked enticing enough and she was aware that even without the support of a bra (which however she was now wearing) they jutted out like a teenager's.

She clasped her arms around her and drew back slightly to peer down at her legs. Not very long, but they were perfect. She grinned to herself when she remembered with what her husband compared her legs to.

"They look like a bark of a young banyan tree," he would tell her.

She almost screamed when she felt two powerful arms go around her waist and wet lips at her neck.

"Hi there," his voice was deep and husky.

"Oh god, Vinod," her voice was unsteady. "You scared me."

"Only scared, huh?" his voice was teasing.

She clasped his hands with hers and leaned to her side to allow him to nuzzle the hollow between her shoulder and neck. She squealed when he dragged his wet thick tongue across the expanse of her skin.

"Besides a lot of other things," she replied, pushing her buttocks back to press against the front of his body.

He laughed, hunching down slightly and press himself into her body and she shuddered when she felt his hard crotch grind against her buttocks. His arms were so long that when he wrapped them around her waist, he could touch her right breast with his left hand and her left with his right hand. He did that now, squeezing her firm breasts over the housedress.

"Let's get inside, honey," she whispered dreamily as he began to fondle her breasts and undulate the front of his body against her back.

"What can be done inside can be done here as well," he murmured, leaning toward her. She felt his hot breath against her cheek and turned to him. Her mouth opened as he kissed her lips.

She felt his tongue rubbing over her teeth, over her gums and then over the rooftop of inside of her mouth. He then licked her tongue, which she allowed to duel against her own, before, finally closing her mouth over it. She began to suck on his tongue now, and it felt to him like she was sucking his cock.

It was almost as if the nerve endings of his tongue were connected to his cock, because he felt his cock growing harder; which was amazing considering that he knew it was already at full mast.

Like him, she also smelt of fresh toothpaste and coffee. She had also apparently powdered her body because the smell of talc filled his nostrils. She moaned when she felt his palms spread over her breasts, still clad in the housedress and bra. He squeezed them, beginning to now move his tongue in and out of her warm mouth.

The wind howled around them, whipping her long black hair behind her and pushing his into her face. She let her hands drop down from his arms and pushed them between their bodies. He was wearing a pajama, which was held by an elastic band at his waist.

She thrust one hand inside the band and was delighted that he wore no underwear. When her fist closed over his throbbing shaft, he groaned into her mouth, drawing back slightly to allow her to hold him there.

She began to push his pajamas down over his hips and felt his hands rise above her breasts to slide her housedress off her shoulders. He unfastened the front opening bra expertly, and she shrugged her shoulders so that he could push down the bra to expose her tits.

She whimpered when he grasped her naked and swollen tits. He began to pinch her large stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She jerked her hand way down his hard cock, feeling the skin peel off the head. With one hand she lifted the hem of her housedress over her hips and thrust her now naked buttocks against his rampant cock.

She pulled her mouth away from his. "Oh god, Vinny, fuck me now!"

He let go of her breasts to bunch her dress up to her hips, looking down at her naked buttocks and her tiny fist grasping his huge cock. He watched her legs drift apart, and he slid one hand down her belly to push one finger in her soaking cunt.

"Ahh!" she screamed, pulling on his cock with renewed vigor. "Now, baby, now, fuck me! Put that long cock of yours inside me, please…"

He backed away one step from her, one hand still at her cunt, the other continuing to maul her breast. She thrust her buttocks back to him, bending down slightly from her waist. Her hands gripped the balcony railing; her head was thrown back, eyes closed.

He slid his hand from her cunt, across her waist and brought it between their bodies. Holding her by her breast, he grasped the base of his cock and guided it into her cunt from behind.

She moaned when the cock head entered her cunt. He paused for a while, bringing his hand up to capture her other breast, then, in one swift movement, he thrust all the way into her cunt.

She cried out, "Ooohh good god! You fill me up, baby, oh god, fuck me now, fuck me…"

He paused intentionally, partly to control himself, afraid that he would come all too soon, and partly to tease her.

"Please, Vinny, quit screwing around and push your cock inside me!"

He slid his hands down to hold her dainty waist by the sides, and then, slowly withdrew till only the tip of his cock remained embedded inside her. Then, just as suddenly, he thrust back again.

His movement shoved her against the balcony railing and she gripped it harder with her hands, afraid he might push her over it.

"C'mon, you stud, c'mon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"

"OK, ok, here goes, hold on now," he said hoarsely, as he pulled back again and swiftly jammed back into her; loving the way she cried out and pushed her buttocks back to meet his savage thrust.

He looked down, his eyes widening as he saw his cock, wet with her juices, slamming in and out of her.

"Faster, faster," ( www.indiansexstories1.com ) she chanted. "Harder, harder. Rip my cunt, you big bastard, rip me apart, now, now, fuck, fuck…"

He slid his hand down around her waist, holding the small of her back, now, with both his hands and began to pull her up every time he shoved in; which was whenever she said, "Fuck," and that was a lot of times.

"Take this. And this, and this, this, this…" he rasped out, slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

"Give, oh yessss, give, give, give…" she replied, her voice a strange mixture between a banshee's shriek and a widow's wail.

He concentrated on holding himself back, wanting to keep his cock in a constant state of overdrive, and began to think about other disconnected and mundane things in life not at all associated with their delightful coupling. He thought of things like a lost cricket match, of stale pizza, warm coke and the dreadful questions he had tried to answer in his recent class tests.

She suddenly froze, her movements arrested and he thought she was going to come. He was surprised when she neatly jerked her hips forward so that his cock was disengaged from her cunt.

"Let me get on top of you," she whimpered, spinning around and pushing his chest, pushing him back, back, until he was lying flat on the floor. The tiles felt dreadfully cold against his bare back, and he pushed his underwear completely off his legs.

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She stood over him, her legs on either side of his prone body. She unfastened the belt and peeled away her housedress. She shrugged aside the bra, which was hanging on one shoulder and it joined the dress on the floor.

The two of them were now gloriously naked and each enjoyed feasting their eyes on one another's bodies.

She was smallish in a sexy sort of way. She had narrow shoulders, a narrower waist, but gradually filling thighs and buttocks. Her long dark hair fell almost to her waist framing an almost perfect oval shaped face. Her almond shaped eyes had a hint of brown in them, set off by perfectly arced eyebrows upon them. Her nose was small, and slightly upturned and she had a full mouth. When she smiled, as she did now, she revealed perfect and symmetrical teeth, whiter than a marble. Her breasts were neither too large, nor too small. He knew she wore a 32 size, C-cup, and they were as firm as a teenager's.

He was tall, almost six feet, with large square shoulders. He was a strong boy, a top athlete and a very good cricketer. His silky brown hair kept falling with an almost irritating regularity over his forehead. As far as looks went by, there wasn't much to talk about; just an average good-looking guy. But it was his towering personality that drew more than two looks from envious friends and awe struck girls at the college. What was a standout feature, however, was the size of his cock. It was well over seven inches long, and as thick as her wrist. The glans below was equally impressive, as massive as a pair of hybrid eggs.

"How do you want it, stud?" she asked him, standing there, hands on her hips, legs still wide apart, revealing her sloppy pussy to his eyes.

"French fuck, me, baby," he croaked, stroking his cock casually.

She turned around, her back to his face, and planted one foot on either side of his body. Her cunt now hovered directly above his cock.

Slowly, almost deliberately, she lowered herself onto his cock. This time, she reached down, took hold of his erection after pushing off his hands, and guided him inside her.

"Oh Jeeze! Your cunt is so hot and tight," he groaned.

She reached behind her and laid her palms flat on his chest bending her knees so that her ass rested on them when his cock was completely inside her cunt.

She exhaled as his cock impaled her to the hilt, and waited awhile, savoring the moment, soaking in the beautiful heat, till she felt his hips begin to move gradually, but impatiently.

She sighed now and raised herself and when he was still half buried in her, sat down again. That was the way she liked it: short, furious and fast. He lay back contentedly, letting her control her movements, setting her pace. Leisurely, he reached out and took hold of her firm jiggling tits, mauling them, as he knew she liked them to be mauled. His fingers began to gently pinch her erect nipples. He watched one of her hand move towards her own crotch, and as she moaned and began to increase the speed, he knew that she was rubbing her clit.

He slipped one hand up, probing her mouth with the forefinger. She opened her mouth and immediately began to suck on the digit.

Up and down she rose and fell over him. The elongated shadows on the wall of the balcony looked weird to him. It looked like a ten feet woman was fucking him. He felt the beads of her perspiration begin to fall on his belly and realized that she was indeed sweating.

"Oh my god, you have such a long dick, oh my god, it feels like its fucking my mouth from my cunt, oh god, Vinny, so good, so good…"

He felt the first wave surging within him and knew that he could no longer fight his urge to come. His hands slid down her body and he gripped her ass cheeks. He began to move his hips up and down, meeting her thrusts with equal force, matching the pace set by her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I…I. am…I am coming!" he yelled; his legs stretching, now as taut as coiled springs pulled apart.

"Come, come now, come you beautiful mother fucker, come…"

He suddenly jerked up, holding the position and pushing her so that his cock sprang out of her cunt. She spun around, still on her knees and bent down over his enormous cock that he was now rapidly jerking to and fro.

"Ahh…oh, yessss, here I come, oh shit, here I blow…" his back arced upward, his fingers now a blur on his cock.

She leaned over his cock, bringing her hands up to grab his heavy balls. And then he was coming, the juice shooting up in the air, over her head, the first drops raining down on her hair, the rest splashing on her face. She grabbed his cock and directed the stream to her open mouth.

Drops after drops shot out into her mouth and she was swallowing as much as he could give.

"Oh my god, oh my god, you drain me, you pull my milk from me, oh god…" he jerked spasmodically.

She gulped his juice down and then buried the now flaccid dick into her mouth again, sucking on it as if she was still trying to coax out more juice out of it. Then, satisfied that there was no more to come, she drew back and flopped down beside him, curled up in such a way that her head lay on his thighs.

"God, Vinny, you are good, really good…"

He laughed weakly, fondling the top of her head. "And you, you are the best mom that a son could hope to have."

YESTERDAY – The Boy

HE WAS twenty WHEN HE FIRST NOTICED THAT SHE was just as curious about sex as he was.

She was careless; he had found one of his books (borrowed from Rohit) under the mattress on her bed. He was usually very careful about the books and always kept it locked in his desk. That day, he had been summoned by his father to attend to mundane chores he was supposed to have completed last week. It was a Sunday, and he was curled up in bed reading the smut book and had stuffed it under his pillow before going out to the yard to mow the lawn.

Later, after dinner, when she was still watching TV in the sitting room, he looked under the pillow and found that the book had disappeared. It took him less than ten minutes to find it hidden under her mattress.

He found himself looking at her more often, wondering what the stories in the book would be doing to her. She was eighteen, but for her age, she was well developed; too well developed, he thought. He found himself looking more often at her chest (she was very well endowed in that department). Whenever she wore skirts, he would be feverishly wishing that she would bend down, because when she did that, he could see her strong thighs and those smooth legs.

Rohit was his cousin, a year older than him and he had a very good collection of porno. They were cheap books, available on the pavements at Bombay's Flora Fountain area. Vinod himself couldn't bring himself to buy them – he was too damned embarrassed to be doing that. Rohit didn't care a damn, because, well, he was that kind of a guy. Moreover, Rohit had already promised Vinod that he would soon be able to 'pick up' a video off his father's closet!

When Vinod realized that Sonia too was growing, he would often fantasize about her. He wondered how she would react if she knew what he would be thinking about during his 'jerk-off' times.

Consciously, he began to 'forget' locking his desk. He started to borrow from Rohit, books featuring stories with incestuous relations. And there were quite a few of them.

He began to use her bras and panties to masturbate into. As most young boys of his age, he had also fantasized about making it with his own mother. And why not, he thought. Even Rohit had commented about how beautiful and sexy his mother looked. Not that Rohit's mother was less sexy; however, his own mother looked a lot younger than her age, while Rohit's mom looked her own age.

It happened on a Sunday morning. Their parents had left early in the morning to catch a morning show of an English movie with Rohit's parents. Rohit and his sister Asha (an year older than Sonia) were to come down to their place in the afternoon. Sonia was down in the kitchen listening to some music blaring from the TV. He was lying on his bed, book in one hand, cock in the other.

She had entered the room, apparently in search of a book she wanted.

"Jeeze, Sonia, don't you know how to knock?" he stammered, trying to stuff his erect cock back into his shorts.

"What are you doing?" she counter questioned, her eyes staring between his legs.

"None of your damned business," he answered, succeeding in pushing his hard on inside his shorts.

"You are awfully big there!" she exclaimed, now stepping inside the room, not at all over awed by the situation.

He was surprised at her brazen attitude. He had expected her to be equally embarrassed, if not more, than he was. He suddenly became aware of her lush and coltish body; she was dressed in cut off jeans that reached to her mid-thigh and clung to her round ass. Her tight sleeveless T-shirt accentuated her firm tits jutting out in front of her.

"You are not exactly small there," he told her gesturing at her chest with his hands, which still held the book.

She looked down at her breasts and grinned. "I know. My friends tell me that I am the biggest not only at class but the whole damned school. And like you, all the guys there can't keep their eyes away from them."

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"Who said I keep looking at them?" he asked her, gaining in confidence now that he realized that her reaction to the situation was remarkably cool; in fact, he began to feel his erection grow, and he withdrew his hand that had been covering his crotch, letting his legs spread apart, no longer trying to hide the bulge from his sister's view.

"Don't crap me," she said. "We girls are blessed with a special instinct, you know. I have caught you stealing glances at my chest and legs on a number of occasions."

"Big deal," he snorted.

"Hey," she said, her voice falling to a whisper. "Please show me your cock, will you?"

He was shocked, and strangely thrilled. The way she said 'cock' sent a hot surge up his cock, and he was afraid that if the situation continued to develop in this direction, it would burst out of his shorts.

"Sonia, you are kidding," he replied, his voice weak and hoarse.

"No, I'm not. Besides, it isn't a very unusual request, huh? I have lately been reading quite a lot from your library…"

"So, I have noticed," he told her wryly.

"…and your choice apparently points out toward those special relations within relations!" she continued as if he had not spoken, "so, Vinny, what about it? I'm dying to see your cock."

"Why?'

"Well, it's so damned frustrating, realizing that you are jerking off in your bed under those covers, not more than ten feet away from me. I often dream of how you do it."

"Shit!" he groaned, "I didn't know I was that obvious."

She giggled, revealing her pearly teeth. "Please, Vinny, show it!"

"What do I get to see in return, Sonia?" he questioned, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, his lips dry.

"What would you like to see?" she smiled slyly.

"I would like to see the whole of you without that damned T-shirt and the jeans" he blurted out.

She laughed, and then in a swift single move that surprised him, whipped out her T-shirt over her head. Without pausing, she bent down, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down over her legs. She straightened, kicking away the jeans, and clad in just bra and panties, she faced him, her hands hanging loosely by her sides.

His eyes widened when he saw almost half of her large tits bulging out from the top of her bra and her long shapely legs sticking out from under her pink panties. Looking at her, almost nude, he felt himself comparing her with a recent centerfold he had seen in a Playboy issue at Rohit's place.

"What…what size bra do you wear, Sonia?" he asked huskily, still lying on his bed, his eyes fixed on her tits.

"36," she replied matter-of-factly. "Now, show me your dick."

"You've been reading too many of those books," he grinned, now, having thrown all caution and embarrassment to the wind and getting into the situation, trying to match her mood. God! He thought to himself. I have a brazen slut as my sister. The excitement in him was reaching its peak, and having decided to approach the matter in hand as coolly as she was doing, he merely lifted his hips and pulled down his shorts, letting his hard on leap out, erect and throbbing.

She ran a wet tongue over her lips.

"And what size is that, Vinny?" she croaked.

He grinned, throwing the book to the floor and resting both his hands on the bed beside him. "I didn't measure."

"I bet it is at least six inches long."

"Maybe it is," he replied, watching her eyes fixed on his throbbing member. He looked back at her jutting tits, and then his eyes slid down her surprisingly lush feminine curves.

She took three steps toward him till she was now standing beside his bed. She was so close; he could easily touch her if he wanted to by merely reaching out his hands and too, he could smell her perfume.

"I said I wanted to see the whole of you without any clothes."

Dumbly, her eyes still on his cock, she reached behind her to unsnap the hooks of her bra. When she did so, the pressure on her bra caused her nipples to poke against the flimsy material. She drew her shoulders together to pull off the skimpy cloth and he shivered when her naked breasts tumbled out. Her nipples were a rosy pink and she was so close, he could see that they were erect. She bent down, her tits dangling below her, and pulled off her panties. When she lifted her legs one after the other to wriggle out of the panties, he could see the lips of her pussy, covered sparsely with hairs.

She stood up now, completely naked. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, obviously from the excitement. Throughout all this time, her eyes never wandered away from his prick.

Slowly, almost tentatively, she reached out one hand, bending slightly from her waist and her fingers brushed his cock. He shuddered when she touched him, then groaned when he felt her fist quickly wrapping around his cock.

"Oh God!" he muttered. He was losing control now and before he could say anything, he found his hands groping for her heaving tits, grabbing them and beginning to squeeze.

All at once, she was falling down and he was moving to accommodate her beside him on the bed. She lay to his left on her right side and he turned to face her, and in this position, he awkwardly put one arm around her shoulders and drew her face towards his.

His mouth covered hers as her hand snaked down between their writhing bodies to grasp his cock back in her fist. She threw her other hand over his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, opening her own, pushing her tongue against his, arching her body when she felt his large palm close over her left breast.

He knew that they would not fuck; atleast for now. That had nothing to do with the fact that she was his sister; but, god, he still needed time to think about it.

It was as if she too knew it. Because she immediately started to move her hand up and down, squeezing his erect cock in her fist, thrusting her hips against his fingers, which had slipped down from her shoulders to search for her secrets between her legs.

They kissed each other ferociously for almost two minutes, tongues darting into each other's mouths, lips locking hard, driving them breathless. Then, almost reluctantly, she drew back and crouched at her waist so that she could look down at her jerking fist.

"Please rub my cunt," she whimpered, jerking his cock furiously.

He felt thrilled when she used the word, and pushed her till she was lying on her back. He lifted his head and bent down sideways to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it. His body was still on its side, so he slipped one hand under her shoulders and grabbed her right breast, continuing to suck on the left nipple. He slid his other hand down, over the flat of her belly, till his fingers cruised through her sparse bush and reached her pussy lips.

She let out a soft scream when his finger found her clit, and her legs went taut as he began to rub it in a circular motion. She reached down with her other hand and cupped his testicles, continuing to masturbate him.

"Oh god, Vinny, oh god, do me, yes, do me, Vinny, faster, oh god, yes," she whispered hotly into his ears, "Suck my tits, oh god, yes, Vinny, Vinny, Ooohh, ugghhh, yessss…."

He began to lick her breast, mauling the other with his rough hands. There was no finesse, only a sense of urgency, as they both moved closer to their impending release.

She came first, her fist on his cock suddenly going still, legs arching out, knees spread apart and raised off the bed. He looked at her, continuing the ruthless fingering of her clit. Her eyes were shut, lips drawn back into a snarl, her long brown hair covering most of her face.

"OOOHH, OOOHH, yessss, oh shit, oh god, VINNY…"

She suddenly went limp; disappointed that it had ended so soon for her. Aware that he had still not climaxed, she turned her attention to his cock, which was now rubbing the side of her leg. She slid back, and then took him with both her hands.

It was his turn to lie on his back. He bent down and watched her hands jerking his cock up and down, up and down. His cock head had become deep red and engorged. The sight of her dainty hands on his thick cock inflamed him. He grasped both her tits in his hands and began to move his hips back and forth to counter thrust her movements.

He began to groan when he reached the point of no return. His hips began to work faster than the movements of her hands. He suddenly let out a howl and scrambled on top of her body, hands clutching her tits, mouth covering hers and thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

She felt the globs of his semen spurting on her belly, lighting up little sparks of fire as they landed there. Amazingly, without his now touching her there, she felt a small orgasm rip through her body and she realized that it had come merely because she had made him cum.

And later, they lay beside each other, drawing deep breaths, satiated for now. The TV blared out rock music on the music channel, but neither heard it. In stead, they were hearing their own music.

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TODAY – The Girl

She was about to ring the door bell when the door opened.

"Hi, mom! Off to your music classes?"

"Hi, baby. Yes, I'm running late. How come you are back so soon?"

"No classes today afternoon. No lab."

"Great. Lunch is in the fridge. I'll be back in the evening."

Her mom was dressed in her music class attire. A dark blue sari, worn just below the navel, the border draped over her chest and pinned to the blouse at the shoulder.

"You look great, mom," she told her.

Her mom laughed. "Go on, inside. Vinny has just had his lunch."

"I hope he is still hungry," Sonia grinned.

Her mom was still laughing when she got into her car. Sonia waited till the car disappeared around the lane, and then entered the house, shutting the door behind her.

"Vinny!" she shouted, throwing her purse on the sofa and stepping off her shoes.

"Yo ho, honey, I'm up here!" He was in his bedroom, and she could hear the soft strains of The Moody Blues from the stereo.

"Yo ho yourself, you lout! C'mon down here. I need company."

She walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and lifting lids off the pans, peering inside them to inspect what was there for lunch. She heard him coming down the stairs as she selected a plate of chicken with freshly cut salad garlanding it.

"Hey, how come you are in so early, baby?" he asked her, flopping down on the sofa, automatically reaching out for the TV remote.

She slid the plate in the micro oven and set the timer.

"No lab. The last two classes were off. It isn't like you. You always seem to be having long vacations."

He laughed, adjusting a channel on the TV. Then, he got up, walked over to the TV and pulled open the drawer below it.

She walked into the sitting room carrying her plate and lowered herself on the sofa. Sliding the plate onto the table in front of the sofa, she watched him rummaging through the drawer.

"What are you looking for, Vinny?"

"Dad brought a new tape yesterday, baby. It must be somewhere over here…ah, gotcha!"

She laughed, picking up the warm chicken and taking a small bite at it.

"Mum was looking real great. You guys make out in the morning?"

He laughed, sliding the cassette into the VCR. "You bet! And I am sure you got Dad at his office."

"Well, nights like yesterday, and you know that I usually do."

"No. You always do," he said, walking to the sofa and lowering his large frame beside her, the remote in hand.

He pressed a button and the TV screen came to life. Casually, he lifted his hips and slid his shorts down his legs. He wasn't wearing any under wear, and his semi-flaccid cock jumped out.

Nibbling on the chicken that she was holding in one hand, she reached out for his cock with the other and fondled him. "You are always horny aren't you?"

Get out of your clothes, Sonia. I hate watching fuck films fully dressed up. It's like a blowjob without losing the juice."

She giggled, and then putting the piece of chicken back onto the plate, rose. Deftly, she undressed till she was stark naked and took her place on the sofa again.

He slid one arm around her shoulder and palmed her naked breast, feeling the nipple stiffening. She reached down and took his cock back into her fist.

The movie on the screen was shot abroad a luxury yacht. On board, were eight people, including the crew. Five men and three women.

"These fuck queens always have big tits and big asses," he commented, caressing her breast.

"Just like those porn kings have large cocks," she answered.

A red faced man and a Negro were apparently the crew. A sandy haired bull of a man with a busty brown haired girl sat around an oval shaped table, talking to a slightly built Italian guy who had a raven-haired girl sitting next to him. Sitting around another table, a few feet away from the foursome, was an exquisite couple; they looked like either South Americans or Egyptian. He was a handsome, tall man with long black hair, parted in the center; she was blonde.

Sonia slid closer to her brother, gently manipulating his cock with her hand and pressing one tit against his shoulders.

"How was it today morning?" she asked. He knew how much she liked to hear about such details. Also, she loved relating her episodes to him.

"We fucked in the balcony. I got her pussy from behind, and then she rode me. Wow, it is simply great the two of you fuck!"

"I gave a tit job to Dad."

"He's crazy about tit fucks isn't he? Well, with those boobs of yours, I wouldn't blame anyone wanting to sink their cocks there."

"Ever since he saw you fucking my tits, he always insists on doing that to me," she laughed.

He leaned into her and grabbing her hips, he swung her legs over the couch. He pushed her till the small of her back rested against the over stuffed arm of the sofa. She lay there, watching him with glazed eyes as he positioned himself on the sofa so that he was facing her.

He slid forward and she spread her long legs, drawing her knees up, accommodating him between them. He sank down on top of her, burying his face between her tits and licking her cleavage. She hunched her shoulders, leaned down and grabbed his now hardening dick in her hand, beginning to stroke him as he focused on licking one nipple with long, gentle strokes of his tongue.

"Ahhhhh, Vinny, lick them, baby, suck on my nipple…" she told him.

He took her swollen nipples into his mouth and began to fondle both her tits, occasionally squeezing them, and then pinching the nipple that wasn't in his mouth.

She twisted her head to look at the TV screen and when he felt her doing so, he too glanced at it. The camera was showing a sea storm gathering in the background; and even as the sounds of the howling wind increased, the players were beginning to get into an orgy.

She pushed him back so that he was lying sprawled out on the sofa, and then she rose. He looked at her naked body as she stood beside him. He smiled at her, fondling his cock, watching her as she now, languorously lay down on top of him, her head at his feet, her pussy settling on his face.

She moaned when he buried his tongue inside her cunt, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her body closer to him. When the tip of his tongue rubbed against her inflamed clit, she opened her mouth to take his cock inside.

"Oh, shit," his voice was muffled as she began to grind her pussy against his mouth. "Suck my cock, baby, oh god, yessss…"

Her head began bobbing up and down as she swallowed him till his balls touched her lips. His tongue speared inside her cunt when she drew back.

They thrust their bodies against each other, engrossed in the sixty-nine. He began to lift his hips up to shove his cock deeper and she ground her pussy harder against his face to let him slide his tongue inside her. He reached down and grabbed her tits; she groped for his heavy testicles.

"I want to fuck you, Sonia," he muttered, "Before I fill your mouth."

Swiftly, she got off his body. He sat up, exactly at the center of the sofa, spreading his legs apart. His cock was engorged and fully erect now, the glans glistening with her saliva.

She straddled him, placing her hands on his shoulders, her knees on either side of his body. She shifted up, adjusting the height till she felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussy. She reached behind her, grasping the base of his cock and guiding it to the opening of her cunt.

With a sigh, she finally lowered herself. He groaned as he felt his cock sliding into her till it was completely embedded inside, right up to the hilt. His hands never stopped mauling and squeezing her tits.

She began to move up and down on him. It began slowly, with her, rising up until just the tip of his cock remained inside, and then gently sliding down to sit on his knees, his cock completely buried in her.

"Oh God, Sonia, you are so hot and tight, my god, take my cock inside you deeper, baby, ooohh yessss…like that honey, fuck me, fuck me…"

He leaned forward to run his lips over her bouncing tits, squeezing the mounds from below. She let one hand crawl down over his body, fingertips grazing his skin, till she was cupping his testicles, gently, pulling at them, and then running a finger over the underside of his cock when she rose.

Slowly, ever so gradually, she began to increase the speed, clutching his shoulder with one hand, the fingers of the other, now fluttering over his cock. Her long hair fell over her breasts, flying back to reveal his face when she came down on him.

"Give it to me, Vinny, fuck me back," she shouted.

He began to move his hips, synchronizing their movements with hers. Their bodies slapped against each other.

"Oh yes, like that Vinny, shaft me, oh yes, fuck me," she pleaded.

He slipped his hands over her breasts and grabbed her shoulders.

"Here it comes, baby," he muttered, rolling her over the sofa. She squealed as he pushed her onto her back on the sofa, without disengaging, and then he was between her.

He grasped her legs, pushing them apart and she lifted them high above her. His hands slid down till he was holding the back of her knees. He now crouched over her as she held her own tits, head thrown back to rest against the sofa, her eyes riveted to the spot where his cock had penetrated inside her.

"Yes, yes, Vinny, oh my god, yes, now, now, fuck, fuck, fuck me."

He started to ram into her. There was no slow build for him; he simply started to fuck her in short rapid strokes. He had to bend slightly at his knees since the sofa was low, but he still banged into her effortlessly.

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"Oh yes, baby, play with your tits, oh yes, squeeze them for me, god, I wish I had another pair of hands so I could do that too while fucking you, oh, yes, baby, I'm going to fuck the crap out of you."

She assisted him by pushing her buttocks up when he thrust in her and letting them rest on the sofa when he pulled back, but soon gave up because she couldn't match his speed.

The TV speakers were blasting out the sound of wind, now interpolated with the screams, moans and groans of the people partaking in the orgy. She managed to look at the screen.

The brown haired girl was on her fours, kneeling over the blonde. The black man had stuffed her mouth with his large dick, while the Egyptian was fucking her from behind. The blonde was licking the brown haired girl's tits. Additionally, the girl also was jerking two cocks, one in either hand. By their side, the two other men had sandwiched the remaining woman between them, their cocks buried in her pussy and ass holes.

Sonia turned back to look at her brother. He was sweating profusely now as he slammed back and forth into her. She felt her orgasm beginning to rise and with a loud moan, wrapped her legs around his back. He realized that she was cumming and began to jab into her in fast and furious jerks.

"Oh, god," she wailed, "I'm cumming, oh yes, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming, oh Vinny, ugghhh…."

He kept pumping into her long after her legs collapsed off his body. Satisfied that she was finished, he drew back, pulling his cock out of her cunt. He straightened and pushed his hips at her, in effect, thrusting his cock into her face. His hands were a blur on his cock.

"Here I come, baby, here, take my spunk on you, honey…"

"Give me a bath, please," she croaked out, reaching up to push his hands away from his cock. She held it in her hands, masturbating him. He groped for her tits, opening his mouth to let out a hoarse roar and then, he erupted.

The first blast landed squarely on her nose, the second in her open mouth and then it sprayed all over her face and hair. She kept her eyes open, watching and feeling his cock jerk in her hands.

He always came by the buckets, and she loved to bathe in his hot juice. She directed his cock over her face, trying to coax out as much of the juice as possible. All too soon, it was over.

He slumped down on the floor, landing on his back, his chest heaving as he drew lungful of air. His breathing was ragged, he knew that, but the feeling after the jism drained out of him was unbelievable.

For both of them, this feeling of emptiness was heaven.

Chapter 4: Yesterday - The Man & The Daughter

HE NEVER KNEW WHY HE HAD WOKEN UP THAT NIGHT. He was always a sound sleeper; but that night, something had woken him up. He had fumbled for the night lamp, snapped on the switch and glanced at the table clock. It read exactly 12:00. Midnight.

He looked at his wife, sound asleep by his side, and deciding not to disturb her, he had switched off the lamp, and soundlessly made his way to the bathroom. Perhaps, he thought, I need to have a leak and the body mechanism must have woken me up.

He froze when he was about to push the bathroom door open. He was sure he had heard a sound. Not that kind of sounds that go thump in the night; the sound was a groan, and he recognized it to belong to his son. What the hell, he thought, what was Vinny doing at this time of the night?

Silently, he padded to the children's room, the floor cold against his heels. He hadn't worn his slippers.

The door to the kid's room was ajar, and dim light filtered out through the crack. It was dark, and he groped towards the dim light.

He peeped in, and suddenly the floor was no longer cold. What he saw, took the breath away from him and sent his blood pulsing through his veins. His eyes bulged out at the sight that greeted him.

Sonia was sitting on the edge of her bed, stark naked, and Vinny, also buck naked, stood in front of her. His hands were pushing together her tits, and his cock was between them. Her hands covered his, as if helping him to hold her tits together tighter around his cock. Vinny was fucking his sister's tits!

For a moment, he was rooted to the spot. His children, and depraved? What the hell was this? He thought of storming into the room and clubbing both of them till he would knock them cold.

But, his eyes remained riveted at the sight. Sonia was eighteen, but holy shit, was she a big girl, or what? Those tits of hers were amazing! He knew that they were large, but naked they looked monstrous! And Vinny! His cock, moving back and forth between those tits had to be at least seven inches long!

He watched her manipulate her breasts as his cock slipped out of the cleavage, and then, she scooped it back between them, twisting her body to align his cock in position. She would pull apart her tits, snuggle closer towards him, and then wrap them over it again.

Vinny's cock was big all right, but her tits were so big, it disappeared completely within them. She was looking up at him, a smile on her lips, her long hair bouncing as she slid up and down, masturbating his cock in her cleavage.

The man watched from the door, rooted to the ground, as she whispered something to her brother. Vinny threw back his head, grabbed her shoulder with one hand, put his other hand behind his back, and started to increase the tempo of his wild thrusts.

Even if the man couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, he could hear the dull, wet plopping sounds as the boy's cock rapidly fucked her huge tits.

He didn't know how long he had watched them; but suddenly became aware that Vinny was now jerking spasmodically, his hands reaching down to take hold of her breasts again.

And then he saw the semen bursting forth from his son's cock, hitting the girl's cheek. She bent down, opening her mouth to swallow the second salvo, which hit the back of her throat. She pulled back her tits, allowing his cock to pop out, and then, took the entire length of the flesh in her mouth.

The man suddenly became aware of his own hard on. He contemplated the scene for a while, watching his son lean down, apparently exhausted, as he kissed his sister's hair.

The man turned around abruptly and headed back to his room. His cock was now rock hard. He bolted the door behind him, walked to his bed and flipped on the night lamp. In the dim light of the lamp, he looked at his wife, lying on her side. She was dressed in her blue skimpy one-piece nightdress; it was a kind of a teddy. It was pretty hot in the room, so she had thrown the blanket aside.

He glanced at her tits, bulging out from the top of the dress. The hem had ridden up over her legs, revealing her panties. He pulled out his robe in a hurry. Underneath, he was naked and he glanced at his cock protruding out, the glans swollen and red. It seemed to be unusually hard today. He wet his palm by licking it with his tongue and then rubbed it over his cock.

He got into bed, crawling on his knees towards his wife. He realized that he had never thought of fucking her tits, and suddenly, he felt the urgent need of doing it.

Her dress was buttoned at the front, and swiftly he snapped them off. She murmured in her sleep, stirring, but not changing her position. He opened the flaps of her dress, revealing her tits.

Holding his cock in his hands, he crawled further up the bed till his cock head was rubbing against her nipples. Her eyes fluttered open.

"W-what??"

"Hold on honey," he murmured to her, "I just had a hell of a dream. And I want to do it in reality. Now." His voice was hoarse and urgent.

She looked down, the sleep still in her eyes, but nevertheless, she smiled. Her husband was a horny man, and she was thankful for that. At thirty-seven, she felt she was at her sexual peak. Though he was well over fifty, his sexual prowess was amazing. She bent down, thinking that maybe he wanted to put that monster in her mouth.

She was surprised that he didn't. Instead, he lifted one of her breast and slid his cock under it. Then, squeezing her tits together, he began to hump his thighs to and fro. She realized that he had formed a tunnel between her tits through which he could slide his cock back and forth.

The thought excited her. He had never done it like that. She felt herself blush when she recalled how many times she had been tempted to ask him to do this to her.

She slid down the bed, still curled up on her right. She reached out with her hands to press his cock inside her cleavage from the top so that it wouldn't slip out.

"Yes, darling, fuck me there!" she breathed.

He began to thrust furiously, throwing back his head.

"Wait," she said. She licked her palms for a while, then, drawing back, spread the saliva between her tits. She pulled his cock back between them and said, "Now. That will help"

He started to rock to and fro, his hands mashing her tits together. He felt her soft skin sliding across his cock as he grunted and groaned.

A vision of Sonia's tits flashed through his mind. He imagined those big tits (they were much larger than his wife's) bouncing up and down, her face turned up and that sexy smile on her lips. He looked down at his cock fucking his wife's cleavage, and suddenly, those tits were replaced with Sonia's.

He came in a deluge, his sperm shooting up to hit his wife's chin. She felt her body sliding further down, and then shuddered as her warm mouth engulfed him.

As he slumped down on the bed, he suddenly realized that his daughter had possessed his body.

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All that had happened yesterday. Today was another day, and he had pretended that he had a severe headache when he had waked up in the morning. He knew he had to do something about what he had seen the previous night. All through that night, the vision of his big-breasted young daughter had tormented him.

Vinod had left first; he had heard the roar of his motorcycle fading away down the street. His wife had fussed over him, and had wanted to miss her music classes; he had insisted that it was nothing serious, and would be disappointed if she would miss her routine.

Sonia had popped in the bedroom. "Hey Dad, what's this I hear? You got a headache or something?"

Under his robe and the blanket covering him, he felt his cock harden at the sight of his voluptuous daughter. She was wearing her standard dress: a short skirt and a frilly white blouse. When she had bent down to touch his forehead to check if he temperature, his eyes were drawn to the top of her tits, restrained in a bra, and he thought he would cum.

"Nothing wrong, baby-doll," he answered weakly. "Do me a favor, will ya? Your mom's going to her classes. Just go with her to the chemist and get me some aspirin."

"Don't tell me there's no aspirin in a doctor's house," she had laughed mischievously.

"No, I checked. I took the last two-yesterday night. Now, go on and be a good girl. And hurry back. My head feels like it's splitting"

He knew that it wasn't his head that felt like splitting, it was his cock.

After the woman and her daughter had left, he quickly shaved and had a shower. The image of Sonia's tits aroused him, and he had to jerk himself off in the shower. He watched his juice spurt out before he had rubbed his cock three times. Oh God!

He had his plan in place. He had pulled on his short bathrobe, the one that reached to his knees. He fastened the belt around it, tighter than usual so that it was wrapped around him like second skin.

Sonia returned when he was in the kitchen making coffee.

"Hey, let me do that. You go and rest, Dad," she had protested walking into the kitchen. Her presence so near him, the smell of the perfume she had applied, made him uneasy. Amazingly, in spite of just having jerked off in the bathroom, he felt his cock beginning to erect.

"That's okay. You fill up the cups; I have made one for you too. Get the coffee in the living room, will you?"

"Sure thing, Dad. Here. The aspirin you wanted."

He tried not to look at her chest when he took the tablets from her hand. Hurriedly he walked out of the kitchen to the living room and settled onto the sofa, crossing his knees, primarily to hide the bulge, which was now, quite prominent. He had had his share of women, but strangely, Sonia had turned him on more than anybody else had. Or, he mused, was it her body?

Incest, he knew, was socially unacceptable. Here was his Sonia, his little daughter, and the same one whom he had bounced on his knees when she was a baby and the same one, whose gurgles and smiles had absolutely floored him. He remembered carrying her little body in his arms throughout a particular night when she had been down with measles. He knew it wasn't right on his part to think about her in this way; yet, the sight of her, completely naked, her glorious lush body dripping in sweat had completely changed his attitude.

He felt reckless. At the same time, he was scared. What, he thought, would be her reaction? A brother was okay, he guessed. After all, hadn't he, as a callous young youth, experimented with Sanika, his own sister? Short of actually fucking his own sister, he had done practically everything else with her.

He jerked out of his thoughts when she walked into the room carrying a tray. "Here we are," she announced, bending down to set the tray on the low table in front of the sofa. His cock jumped when he glanced at her bunched up tits straining against her bra inside the blouse.

"Sonia," he began, picking up his cup and watching her do the same. "I think we need to talk" His voice sounded hollow to him.

She lowered herself on the chair opposite the sofa and looked at him, her eyebrows lifting. She began to sip her coffee.

"Mmmm. This coffee's good. You always could make a good cuppa! What do we have to talk about, Dad? Please, not the college, ok?"

"No, not the college. It's something extremely important."

She smiled, crossing her knees, balancing the cup in one hand and sipping the coffee from the saucer.

"Go ahead, Dad," she said.

"It's…it's…" Words failed him. He had it all worked out, but realized it wouldn't be so easy.

"Oh c'mon, dad. Whatever you are going to tell me, I will understand. Haven't I always?'

"And you have always obeyed me, Sonia'" he said.

"That's because I trust you, dad."

He felt a twinge of guilt coursing through him. Then, deciding to come to the point, he blurted, "It's about yesterday night."

She froze, the cup in her hand shook. "A-about…what?"

"Yesterday night." His voice was firm now. He plunged on.

"How long has it been going on?"

She seemed confused. "How long…how long, what's been going on?"

He looked into her eyes. She shifted her glance to the floor, twitching in the chair.

"C'mon, Sonia. I wasn't born yesterday. That which is going on between your brother and you?"

She was shaken badly, that he could see, because she set the cup on the table and leaned back against the chair. She began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, pulling it down over her knees.

"What…what, did…did you see…uh, I mean how…?"

"You were careless. I didn't mean to spy on you, but I saw it."

She blushed a deep red, the color rising to her cheeks.

"Saw? S-saw w-what?"

He decided to be more direct. "Well, my little girl was stark naked and sitting on her bed. And an equally naked Vinny was standing in front of her," he retorted.

She shuddered, closing her eyes. "Dad," her voice had dropped to a whisper, barely audible. "You shouldn't have…"

"Shouldn't have? Good god, girl, any other Dad would have burst into the room and beat the shit out of you two."

She looked at him, saw his eyes fixed on her, and then closed her own eyes again. "T-then, w-why didn't you?"

The question took him by surprise. He just wasn't expecting it. It was not in his script.

There was quiet in the room as he contemplated her question. Then, in an voice, just as subdued as hers, he muttered, "What I saw was just amazing, Sonia. I didn't realize that the two of you had grown up so much. What would you expect me to do?"

She looked at him sharply. "What do you mean?"

It was his turn to blush. "Look, Sonia, I am supposed to do the questioning around here, not the other way round."

"I trust you, dad, and I have said that before," her voice was stronger and more confident now that she realized that she could do very little about it. They had been caught, period. And they had to face the music whether they liked it or not.

"What do you want us to do, dad?"

He fidgeted, pretended to look away, as if in deep thought and then looked at her again. "How long has this been going on?"

"Just a month or so"

"Month!!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows rising in astonishment. "My god, that's quite something! Here we are, living together under one roof, and I don't get to learn that my own children are playing adult games with each other for a month!"

She looked down at her knees, again, pulling at the hem of her skirt.

A long pause ensued, and then, he asked her, "Tell me something, Sonia. And I want the truth, ok?"

She nodded.

"Do Vinny and you, I mean, do you…er…actually do it?"

She blushed, still looking down. "No, dad."

Inwardly, he ( www.indiansexstories1.com ) heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god for small favors, he thought. "From which point of view did the two of you take that decision?"

"I don't understand."

"Was that based on legal circumstances or moral?"

She thought about it. She had always been very open with him about everything. In fact, when she had menstruated, she had asked him to do the explanation, not mother.

"I guess that was the right thing to do. We just sort of…er…relieve ourselves, if you understand me."

He felt his cock stirring inside his robe. "I don't really know what to say, or do, Sonia."

"Dad, it is harmless. We just…" her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, I know. You sort of relieve yourselves. How did it lead to this?"

It took her about fifteen minutes to fill him in with the details. She was, without realizing it, giving a pretty graphic representation of what had transpired, in the process, arousing him. On a few occasions, four letter words inadvertently slipped through her, but she was quick enough to retract them and soften the vocabulary.

After she had completed her story, they sat silently, only the sound of the ceiling fan filling the room. She was back to pulling the hem of her skirt, and he was staring at some point in space, his knees crossed, aware of the painful erection between his legs.

"Dad," she finally said, "Look, we are awfully sorry about the whole thing, OK? But honestly, I don't see anything wrong with it as long as we haven't fu…uh, done it actually."

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"How long would it be before you would be tempted to do it? Actually? That's the problem. And what when you eventually do it? And, what would your Mom think of this situation?"

She hesitated. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. I don't guarantee any answers, though."

"Do you think it's un-natural? I mean this relationship that I'm having with Vinny?"

He thought about it for a long time. "Well, to be perfectly honest, this kind of a relationship sometimes becomes inevitable. This subject is taboo, socially and morally. One doesn't really expect a brother and sister to be sexually involved in each other. It's happened before; history is replete with these kinds of relationships. I would put it down as curiosity and chemical attraction, or maybe, the need to, as you so succinctly put it as relief."

She smiled for the first time since the interrogation had begun. "So, you understand, dad?"

He frowned. "I guess I do. I would look at it this way, baby. Supposing it was some other punk who'd manage to get into your pants, actually do it, and then scoot? You might have ended up with having to visit a doc and maybe involved with an abortion or something like that."

She leaned toward him and took his hand in hers. "Thanks, dad. Thank you so much that you understood."

He became aware of her deep cleavage, revealed through the top of the frilly white blouse as she leaned, and suddenly, his cock jumped inside his robe, as if an electric current had just been applied to it. He clamped his knees together and managed a weak smile.

She noticed it. Her eyes went wide as they strayed to the bulge, now plainly visible in his short, tight robe.

"Dad?" she whispered.

He pretended that she hadn't noticed and tried to sound as nonchalant as he could; which, considering the circumstances, wasn't much.

"Yes?" he looked into her eyes.

He saw the beginning of a sly smile on her lips. And suddenly, he was afraid. Was he trying to cross a barrier that he would perhaps regret later on? Would it affect the family and the relations they shared?

Sonia was no longer a baby, and that he admitted to himself. She was a young lady now, blessed with the lush body of a woman.

"Dad, can I tell you something?" she whispered.

"Go ahead," he croaked.

"You have a hard on." She said it matter-of-factly.

He drew back his hand, feeling hot under the robe. He remained silent.

"Do I turn on my dad that much?" she continued, relentlessly.

His eyes locked with hers. She did not look away; instead, she reached out to take his hand in hers again. After what seemed to be an eternity, he slowly said, "Yes. My baby turns me on."

There! He had finally said it, he thought.

"What would Dad want his little girl to do for him?" she muttered.

He was tongue tied as he continued to look in her eyes.

"Would Dad like for his little baby to hold his cock for him?"

His cock jumped once again when she said 'cock', his heart was thudding and he thought she could hear it and the heat inside his robe became unbearable.

"Would Dad like for his little girl to jerk him off?" she was cooing, now, her confidence, and apparently sky-high.

If she was going to continue like this, he was sure he would come in the robe; she wouldn't have to jerk him off.

"Or maybe he'd like for her to suck on it? And drink his milk from it?"

He stared at her, speechlessly and, he thought, helplessly. His cock was now throbbing and he could feel the blood coursing through the shaft.

She released his hand and slowly got to her feet. She stood there, in front of him, just the table between them. Her eyes never left his, and he could see that she too was breathing just as hard as he was.

"What would Daddy like?" she whispered coquettishly. To him, her skirt appeared to get shorter and her blouse skimpier. She was so close to him, he could smell her perfume.

Finally, he spoke: "Daddy would like to see his girl's tits!" It came out harshly though he didn't mean to be harsh.

She smiled and he watched as her hands went up and began to fumble for the row of the tiny, golden buttons in front. His mouth opened in astonishment as he watched her slip out of the blouse, revealing the tiny bra, which barely managed to hold her breasts inside it.

"Anything for daddy," she said to him softly, as she reached behind her and expertly unfastened the hooks. He could hold his breath until she shrugged off the bra; after it fell to the floor, and as her tits tumbled out, he breathed out mightily.

She brought her hands up to cradle her giant tits, cupping them as if she was weighing them up. She rubbed her palms over the flesh.

He could not help, but groan. And then, he moved.

Before she realized what was happening, his leg thrashed out, the table thudding across the floor against the wall, and he was on his feet. Two strides towards her and she gasped as he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her hard against her body and mashed his mouth against hers. Her tits mashed against his hard chest, and when she reached to put her arms around his shoulders, she was surprised that he had already stripped off his short bathrobe.

Moaning, she slid her tongue into his mouth and slipped one hand down between their bodies.

"UHHHHH!!!" was all he could manage when her cool fingers closed round his hard shaft. Out of control now, his hands grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled. No sooner it had slid around her ankles to the floor, her panties followed and they were naked. He drew back his head and grasped her big tits, looking into her eyes.

"Ooohh god," he said hoarsely, "Daddy wants his girl to tit fuck his cock…daddy cannot forget how his girl can fuck with her tits…"

She didn't waste any time. She was horny, all right, and she knew that if he were hornier than her, he would have already come.

He grunted and his hips unconsciously jerked forward when he felt her tongue sliding all over his cock. She held it in her hands, thrilled at its hardness and amazed at the angry red cock head poking out at her.

She bent it against his stomach and let her tongue go wild against the underside, in the process also wetting his heavy testicles. Then, she pushed it down between his legs so that she could run her lips across the front. Finally, feeling his hips beginning to rock, she slid the length into her mouth.

He thrust forward, reaching down to hold her tits. She gagged when she felt the tip touch her throat. She put her arms around his ass and held him there, beginning to bob her head to and fro, letting her tongue wash the whole of the flesh.

His hands left her tits and clutched the sides of her head, sinking into her hair. He began to earnestly fuck her face, almost as if it was her cunt. She uttered another moan, a longer one than before as she relaxed her throat muscles and felt the tip of his cock entering inside.

Suddenly, he drew back, sliding down to his knees. Kneeling down like she was, he kissed her mouth once, hard, and then backed away.

He sank onto his back on the thick carpet. "C'mon, girl, fuck me with your tits!" he commanded.

She crawled onto his body, on her fours. Her knees were on either side of his body as she slid forward. His cock grazed her hair, then her face beginning from the top of her forehead, down over her nose, her lips and her cheek. Finally, he felt her heavy breasts against his glans.

He looked down with dreamy eyes. His cock rubbed her erect nipples, and then her fist took hold of it. She jerked on it a few times, looked up at him, smiled and slid it in her cleavage.

"OHHHHH GOD!! Ooohh baby, it feels so fucking good!! Fuck me now, baby, fuck me with your big tits, oh god, yes…"

He pillowed the back of his head in his arms so that he could watch her. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, trapping his cock between them. Even as he chanted, she began to move to and fro over him. He reached down one hand to hold her hair back to prevent it from hiding the movement of his cock in her cleavage from him. Then, he groaned again as he felt his slick cock rub the sides of her fleshy tits.

She lowered her head and began to flick her tongue over his glans on her backstroke. She looked up at him, his eyes locking into his, then whispered, "Fuck my tits, dad, fuck them hard. I am your bitch, your slut and I want to feel your cock fucking my tits, oh god, yes, harder and faster, oh, fuck, fuck, I want you to splash all your milk over my tits and give me a bath, oh god, fuck, fuck my tits…"

Her words aroused him to the point of no return. He wanted to hold on, to prolong the pleasure that she was giving him, but her words, her voice and the way she demanded from him what she desired, fuelled his passion further, until, he could no longer hold back.

His hips went taut, his hands reached down to clutch her tits hard, and his hips thrust up one final time. And then, he erupted.

She gasped when the first salvo hit her chin. And then the second, the third and the fourth, shooting out almost simultaneously. Then, she was rising, pulling her knees under her, holding out her tits as he grasped his prick and pointed it at them.

His body shuddered and went into a spasm as he drained out, leaving streaks of his white jism over her chin, her face and her tits. And then, he slumped down on the carpet.

"Oh, god, baby, that was unbelievable…I didn't want to come so soon, oh god, I wanted it to last longer…"

She pulled herself up over his body. "No problems, dad. There's all the time in the world for us…"

She kissed his mouth.

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YESTERDAY – The Woman & The Boy

It was Sonia's idea. It was the idea that laid the trap and the trap was sprung.

"Mom's got to know about it, dad. Sooner the better for everyone"

"Have you told about us to Vinny?"

"Yes."

"How did he take it?"

"He had little choice. At first he acted sort of jealous. But when I began telling him the details, he ended up horny!" she laughed.

"The two of you share a very special relationship, don't you?" he tried to keep the envy out of his voice, and failed.

"Oh c'mon, dad! It's just like between the two of us. Now, what's wrong if you tell mom?"

"I don't know, doll. She might hit the roof or she might get buried. There's no telling"

"If you tell her like you told me, you can pull it off."

"I wish I felt as confident as you sound."

"It'd rather be you to tell her than her finding it out on her own or being told by some body else…"

"What do you mean somebody else?"

"I mean, maybe she'd suspect…maybe we might get careless…"

"What do you suggest?"

"Dad, supposing you push her to Vinny?" she sounded hesitant.

"Wh-what???" he roared.

"Oh dad, you are doing it to me, Vinny is doing it to me, and you think that if mom were to get it on with Vinny, that did break rules?'

He flushed, feeling guilty. At the same time, he felt terrified at what his wife's reaction would be if he she was to find out that he were fooling around with their daughter.

"Tell you what, dad, why don't you give her a show?"

"Come again?" he was confused. He had realized, that not only was Sonia blessed with a body that should belong to a mature lady, her mind too was just as developed.

"If the sight of Vinny and me got you to raise a hard on, and if you were to play your cards right, I bet mom too would get horny if she were to see Vinny and me get it on together. After all, what you have told me about mom so far, is enough to prove that I get my genes from her in that department."

He smiled. "Maybe you are right. And if Vinny gets to see us doing it, or if he watches your mom and me together, that would break the ice."

The more they talked about it, the more plausible it seemed to them that they were thinking along the right track.

And so it was on that bright Tuesday afternoon that he told his wife about having watched Vinny and Sonia playing with each other.

As he had guessed, she was stunned. "What the hell? Are you serious?"

He had nodded solemnly.

"And what did you do about it? Wait till I get hold of them…the, the bloody perverts…"

"Now, now, darling…" he was placating her, trying to control the situation. "You can't really do anything about it. Just think about it for a while. Vinny and Sonia have grown, and he has become so big, he could pick you up in one arm and throw you down…let us try and think straight, OK?"

"How can you think straight? Oh my god, I have given birth to a pair of fucking perverts…my god, what has that boy done to her?"

He wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Look, honey, think about it this way, I have. What if some other nasty punk were to get into our daughter's panties, screwed her and vamoosed? Telling the whole world that he's laid one hell of a babe, and that she was great as long as it lasted? Sonia's grown up, faster than you and I would have liked her to. We couldn't possibly have prevented her from meeting up with another guy to satisfy her curiosity, could we? Besides, from what I saw and heard, they aren't actually fucking each other, I mean, he hasn't and yet got his dick in her pussy…"

"Stop it! How can you speak like that? In this kind of gutter language? What the hell has got into you?"

"So, OK." He was frustrated. They had been at it for almost an hour. "Tell you what, you handle it yourselves. Let us see what happens. Don't blame anybody if the two decide to cut loose."

She stopped weeping. They were in their bedroom. The kids were out, probably college. Finally, in a weak voice, she said, "What do you think we should do?"

He congratulated himself. "First things first. I say, let us watch them over the next few days and conclude whether this is a regular thing between them or it was just casual. Let's first get to the extent of their involvement. I am certain that the boy's got a good head on him and he won't actually fuck her…"

"Your language!" she exclaimed.

"You don't mind it when we are fucking together," he shot back.

She blushed. "But honey, they are our children."

"Yeah, that they are. And what they are doing isn't exactly playhouse either. I saw them with my own eyes. He was sliding his big boner up and down between her monstrous tits."

She blushed again, an image of Vinny doing it to Sonia. She felt a chill run up her spine and a sudden gush of wetness between her legs. She cursed herself; she was being dirty for thinking about them in such a way, she thought.

"Besides, honey," he continued. "I told you that among my first experience was getting jacked off and sucked by Sanika. And if I remember right, your brother and you were also into it pretty heavy."

That ended the conversation.

Plans were made to stay up on one of the nights, with the lights off. They would creep to the guest room next to the kids' room. He would install a one-way mirror in the guest room. That would take less than a day. Those kinds of mirrors were available off the shelf.

It did take him less than a day. In fact, the opening in the wall was made in an hour and a half by a locally available mason. The mirror was delivered to them when the opening was being made. And he had managed to complete the installation within an hour. The mirror had delighted the kids, and he had not told even Sonia about the fact that by removing the painting hung in the guest room, it was possible to see the entire room on the other side. He had only told her that the day of reckoning would be arriving soon.

Plus, he had planted a couple of low-cost microphones, which would pick up the sounds and transmit them to a small speaker concealed in the back of the painting.

A brilliant job, he though to himself, and said so much to his wife. She was apprehensive throughout all this time. But he was rushing her now, scared that she might back out.

That night, when they were seated around the table, having dinner, the kids had no idea what lay in store for them.

"Gee, dad, you should have seen his face when the ball uprooted his stumps!" Vinod told them wolfing down his dinner. "The guy had no clue where the ball landed and how it went past his bat. It was perfect!"

"Yeah, and boy! Was I delighted! That guy was hitting you all to all the parts of the ground!" Sonia joined in.

He smiled watching his children and then stealing a quick glance at his wife.

"Something wrong, Dad?" Sonia asked, "I mean you seem to be quiet, today"

"Uh, its nothing, kids. Had a very busy day at the lab today," he replied hurriedly. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a faint blush crossing over his wife's face.

He was pretty tired. Sonia had come earlier than his wife and Vinod had. As soon as she realized that he was alone, she had locked the door, pulled down her blouse, yanked up her bra and knelt on the floor in front of him. Before he knew it, she had unbuckled him, pulled his trousers and underwear down over his hips and wrapped her tits around his cock. "Quick, dad, fuck my tits," she had breathed. "Mom's having a talk with a friend of hers down the lane. She'll be home any minute."

In fact, Mom had gone out to pay the guy who had delivered the mirror. But the sight of his daughter, blouse down to her midriff, bra up her tits, had given him an instant erection and he had obliged her by thrusting in and out of her cleavage with amazing speed.

"I'm tired too," their mom was saying, rising from the chair.

The kids continued their idle chat, ignoring the parents. He finished off first and rushed to his room, murmuring his goodnights to his wife and kids; a few minutes later his wife joined him.

She switched off the main light and keeping on the night lamp, slid into the bed beside her husband, after slipping into her nightie.

"They are going up," she whispered to him. He was lying on his back, smoking his cigarette.

"Good," he muttered. "Let's give them five minutes and then crawl into the guest room." He was getting hard just at the thought of spying on them with his wife.

"Do you think they will do it?" she asked him, lying on her back beside him, and her voice was small and scared.

He reached over with one arm and patted her shoulder. "Relax, baby. There is no other way. Trust me on this, ok?"

Five minutes later, they were in the guest room, door locked behind them, the painting on the wall lying on the floor. They sat on the bed looking into the one-way mirror.

There was a sound of splashing water and that explained why Vinny was seated alone behind his study desk. Sonia was in the bathroom.

Vinny was dressed in shorts and nothing else. No vest. He was running his hands through his long hair, rocking to and fro on the low chair, humming tonelessly.

They watched their daughter enter the room, losing the bathroom door behind her. She was dressed in a plain short green robe.

She gasped when she realized that her daughter had not buttoned up the robe; instead, it was open and swung back as she walked to her brother. Under the robe, she was naked!

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She clutched her husband's arm and he patted her thigh. Her nightie had risen above her legs revealing her naked thighs.

"Hush, be quiet, I think they are going to do something."

They continued to gaze through the mirror at their children.

"Hi baby," he greeted her. His voice sounded tinny coming through the tiny speakers.

"God, Vinny, I am wet!" she whispered to him, sinking to her knees. He spread his legs and she wiggled her way in between them.

"Yeah, so I notice," he laughed, reaching down to grab her large tits even as she eagerly began to unbutton his shorts. "I'm feeling fucking horny myself, have been feeling so, ever since that game ended."

"Take my wicket," she grinned, pushing down his shorts.

"I'm gonna ram my stump in your hole," he answered, raising his hips so that the shorts could be slid down over them.

She gasped involuntarily when she saw her son's cock. My god! He was almost as big as her husband!

"Ahhhhh, shit," he groaned, as without much ado, she bent down and slid his cock into her mouth.

He fondled her tits as she sucked his cock. She made loud sucking and slurping noises as she sucked him. She drew back and licked the underside of the shaft, and then slurped his balls.

"Oh yeah, baby, get me all wet," he muttered, pinching her nipples.

She licked the inflamed head, holding herself in balance by clutching his knees. Abruptly, she opened her mouth and jammed him inside, making him squeeze her tits harder.

As they watched, he noticed his wife pushing her knees together, clenching her fists. She was breathing quite heavily and he could see her braless tits, covered by the nightie, rise and fall. A film of sweat stood on her forehead and she nervously licked her lips.

He was in no better position himself. He felt his cock erecting inside his pajama. Slowly, almost tentatively, he put one arm around his wife.

"Fuck my tits, baby," Sonia breathed.

Vinny laughed and scooting to the edge of the chair, he allowed her to maneuver his cock till it nestled in her alluring cleavage.

Perhaps she knows we are watching, he thought. She knew he was a sucker for tit fucking, and with her, he always insisted on one before doing anything else.

His wife gasped again when she saw their daughter beginning to move her entire body up and down. She could see his cock sliding back and forth between her tits. Sonia was holding her tits by the sides, pushing them together, and wrapping the flesh around the thrusting cock.

She felt her husband's hands on her own tits, cupping the firm flesh, and idly stroking it. She wanted to run out of the room, wanted to shake off his hands, which was so brazenly fondling her tit. But something rooted her to the spot where she was.

She knew she was getting turned on. Her daughter's astonishingly big tits, her son's enormous young and hard cock and the thing that they were doing were finally getting through her. At the back of her mind, she slowly realized that her husband had been enamored by this very act only since recently. She wondered…

Suddenly, she felt her husband's palms grasp her rounded tit and she shuddered. Through the mirror, they watched their son getting up from the chair and lying down on the floor, urging his sister to get on top of him. For a moment she thought that he was going to ask his sister to fuck him, but then, his voice croaked through the speakers.

"Get on top and fuck my cock with your tits hanging over them."

Sonia began to climb on him. He stopped her.

"The other way, honey. Put your cunt on my face and wrap my cock in your tits."

She was amazed and shocked at the language that her son was using. She saw Sonia turning around and lowering her cunt onto his face. She then bent down and gathered her tits up, sort of bunched them around his throbbing cock.

The boy began to fuck her tits from below, raising and lowering his thighs, sliding them up and down the floor. He lifted his head and put his open lips over her cunt and his tongue flicked out, licking the slit.

By now, she had surrendered to her husband's groping, allowing him to shove the top of her nightie down to her waist. He gripped her wrist and guided her hand towards his bulge in the pajamas. Without thinking, she squeezed his crotch.

He was suddenly standing on the floor and fumbling with the pajama. She saw the pajamas fall to a heap on the floor around his knees, his naked cock jumping out, almost hitting her face. She looked up at him and saw the lust in his eyes.

She rose, and then knelt on the floor. It was as if he had issued an order. They were sideways to the mirror and they kept glancing through it to watch their children in the adjacent room.

She pulled her breasts apart and felt his cock touching her flesh. She grabbed it and pressed it into her cleavage. She wasn't as big as her daughter, so she had to pull her shoulders together to squeeze her tits against each other. It was as if the size of her cleavage had increased. Even then, she had to clasp her fingers together over her tits to prevent his cock from slipping out.

As they watched Sonia jerking back and forth over her brother's cock, he bent down and commenced to fuck his wife's tits.

"Finger your cunt!" he told her and blindly, she pushed her nightie up over her thighs and began to rub her clit.

It was strange, she thought, that they came together just as Vinny exploded all over his sister's tits.

* * * * * *

SHE RAISED HER FACE TO THE SHOWER AND LET THE WATER cascade over her naked body, two fingers of one hand probing away at her cunt. She was sliding the middle finger up and down between her tits. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't keep the image of her son's cock away from her mind.

Ever since the day her husband and she had watched their children together, she was like a woman possessed. She began to get impatient, waiting for her children to get into their room. She would literally drag her husband to the guest room so they could watch.

The kids got their gratification in every which way except the actual act of fucking. And she had to agree that they were inventive.

Though their favorite was tit fucking, they played a variety of other games. She would often trap his cock between her legs, just below her cunt lips so that the cock head peeped out from behind and between her legs. They would imitate the act of fucking with his cock sliding back and forth across her pussy lips.

At other times, he would stand behind her crouched body, placing his cock in her armpits where she would grip it between the side of her arm and the side of her breast. He would rock in and out and she would bend across to lick the bulbous head every time it appeared in front.

Sometimes they merely masturbated, watching each other. They would squat on the floor, or the bed, facing each other. He would start to stroke his dick and she would begin to rub her clit. Most of these times they would keep a steady flow of conversation going.

Then there was a time when he had asked her to bend her knees so that he could wedge his cock in the crevice formed between the back of her knee and the back of her thigh. Or she would lean her head to one side, allowing him to slide his dick between her shoulder and her cheek.

They had an amazing repertoire and they were very, very inventive.

As she showered now, the images flashed through her mind, arousing her to such an extent that she suddenly realized that she had pushed two fingers inside her cunt and was kneading her tits till she was hurting.

She was just beginning to feel the first wave of her impending orgasm, when she heard a knock at the door.

She jerked off her hands, feeling flushed, breathing in short and heavy gasps, suddenly embarrassed. Her heart thudded against her ribs; there was no one in the house when she had entered the bathroom. Her kids were away as was her husband. Who could it be?

"Mom, you there?"

It was Vinny.

* * * * * *

She had told her brother that their mom had also watched them and continued to do so from behind the one-way mirror. Strangely, he had been scared when she had revealed about Dad having spied on them. But when she told him about mom, he had felt his cock getting hard inside his trousers. Especially when Sonia revealed to him that their parents did to each other while watching.

He desperately hoped that his mom would begin to get horny for him. And so it was that he had started playing those sexual games with Sonia. He took every opportunity to remain naked when he was in their bedroom.

His dad had still not confronted him. They had kept up their normal ways, going through their daily routine as if nothing had happened. Often, they would glance at each other and Vinny would be the first to look away.

This day, Sonia had managed to enter the house without announcing herself, using the back door. She had crept silently up the stairs and had peeped through the parent's bedroom. Her mum was in the bathroom, vaguely revealed through the glass cubicle. She had not locked the door; there was no need because she knew there'd be no one home.

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