In her room, his nineteen-year-old sister, the skinny plain, almost ugly, looking Prisha shuddered through yet enough orgasm. She knew she was unattractive, small-titted and thin with a pockmarked face, not wealthy or educated and worked in the local laundry, but she was so horny. She thought of sex all the time. She watched porn and read stories on the internet in all her spare time. But she knew all those factors combined to make it impossible for her to get fucked.
She thought of her new hopes to overcome this. First, she had discovered her brother Gundu, only her mother called him by her special name Guddu, was regularly beating his meat. And what a prime piece it was: eight inches at least and thick. Second, she had discovered her father participating in some depraved act with two prostitutes. Both were now sources for her first fuck. She continued her masturbation. Her nipples were now one inch, standing stiff like small penises. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth and then a huge cum hit like a wave and passed from her nipples through her belly and cunt. She squirted and mentally compared the distance her ejaculate had flown. A better than average distance, though not her maximum, she thought.
Kanhar, still cursing and bitter at Meera’s sixteen-year lack of understanding of his sexual urges, planned his day. Although the money syphoned from the lottery winnings was nearly depleted, he thought today he would have a spit roast. One of the brothel workers would suck him while another fisted the one giving him a blowjob.
It was a normal morning for the Patil family in Igatpuri.
Later that same afternoon Meera and Guddu sat together on a second-class seat on the Igatpuri to Mumbai Central train on its two-and-a-half-hour journey to Mumbai. It was a journey to both formally sign Guddu in at SPJIMR and make the final arrangements with her sister, Deepika, regarding Gundu’s accommodation. Meera had always only worn a loose kurta top that reached below her knees. Although the front and back panels were split to the knee her baggy kurta trousers ensured she displayed no flesh. But for the trip to the city, she had worn a semi midriff revealing saree convincing herself she did not want to look like a county bumpkin, although the real reason was her sister. She did not want to be upstaged by the woman she thought of as a slut.
She was surprised that Gundu had noticed what she was wearing and complimented her, but now he was sleeping; his nodding head having slipped off her shoulder to rest on her tit. Guddu, for his part, was pleased with his sleep acting and was enjoying the feel of his mother’s tit flesh under his cheek.
At Mumbai Central station Deepika met them and Meera noticed the sneer on her face when she noticed the ancient, traditional styled, saree Meera wore. Deepika was thirty-eight, and looked somewhat like an older version of the Bollywood actress Ayesha Takia, famous for her 37DD tits, though Deepika’s were ‘only’ 36DD. Her waist was a bit larger at 30 and hips the same at 37 as the ex-Bollywood star and she had a perpetual sexy look on her attractive face. Deepika’s saree showed far more midriff than Meera’s due to the shorter V neck, backless blouse top and lower starting point for the top of the wrapped saree over its petticoat. Meera gritted her teeth, introduced Guddu using his real name, Gunmay and they proceeded to Deepika’s apartment in Dahisar. Deepika had inherited this and an annual income after her much older husband, who had divorced his wife to marry Deepika, had died of a heart attack while making love to her.
She showed the two of them the second bedroom with its double bed and a cotton floor mattress on the floor for Gundu, and after a late meal, they retired to bed. The thought of her son dressed in his pyjamas having to sleep on the thin cotton mattress on the floor broke Meera’s heart, so after some prolonged persuasion and good ‘reluctance’ acting from her son, she finally convinced him to climb into the double bed with her. Despite acting the hesitant part to perfection, although hoping tonight his fantasy would come true, once in the bed, Guddu loosened his pyjama pants and stayed on the edge of the bed. He was hoping for his mother to roll in her sleep so that their bodies touched, electricity happened, and they fucked all night. He waited, and waited, then eventually drifted off to sleep, his mother having done so earlier.
Meera half awoke. A massive orgasm was surging through her and a huge flow of cum was flowing from her slit. Her familiar visions were flashing through her: this time she was tied to the bedhead, kneeling, and facing it as a young male hammered an immense cock into her doggy style. She was slamming her hips back trying to take it as deep as she could. In her semi-conscious state, her hand reached out and grasped something; it was warm, semi-soft and rapidly growing and hardening. Her fingers ran down it stroking the two long raised ridges along its length which was responding to her touch. At the end of the object was a thicker, larger bulbous head that was slightly wet at its tip.
Gundu awoke to find his slowly awakening mother’s hand bringing thick fuck meat to its full hardness. Maybe even more than his previous best of eight inches. It was happening; everything he had ever fantasised about. It was destiny. He knew he was going to have his meat inside his mother. He knew he was going to fuck her and leave his seed inside her. He knew that they would fuck like porn stars, and she would say that she had never been fucked like that in her life. And he was absolutely certain that would just be the start of the two of them fucking whenever possible.
All of his forty-eight fantasies were forgotten. He had one thought only; getting his cock in her and cumming. Anything else would just happen. “I’m here and awake, Mum. I’ll get on top and be inside you in a few seconds.”
As he clumsily lifted Meera’s sleeping gown to allow access to his straining cock and clambered on top of his mother, his Aunt, Deepika stood outside the door. She had been on the way to the bathroom when she had overheard her nephew’s words and the unmistakable sounds of him mounting his mother. She couldn’t open the door to look and confirm but she knew what was happening inside that bedroom. She walked back to her bedroom thinking about how she could best use this knowledge.
There was no foreplay, no tenderness from Guddu. Having mounted his mother, he placed his cock head at her cunt entrance, grunted and thrust for glory. The cock head penetrated her opening which was still wet from her dream orgasm. He pulled his hips back to deliver full penetration with his next cock plunge when Meera snapped to full awareness. If this was a story on an Indian Incest sex story site, then they would have fucked and fucked all night. But this is reality.
“What, What is going on. Gundu, what are you doing? I am your mother. Stop, stop, please stop. It is so wrong. It can’t happen. It won’t happen. Respect your mother. Please.”