Indian Igatpuri Incest Ch. 02 by asiansexfight,asiansexfight

“Oh baby” she moaned “I want…I’m going to…” Then Guddu watched as her eyes slowly rolled back until the whites showed. “Nnnaahhhhhhhhhhhhh” Meera softly keened as her entire body jerked under Guddu. She stopped moving as a swamp of fluids gushed out to soak the cock buried in her tunnel and drip onto his balls, and then slowly run down the crack of her arse to drench the sheet under her.

“Wow,” she whispered, as her eyes refocused on her son’s face. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” she asked.

“I was until a moment ago” he smiled back. “Why?”

“Because you have already made me cum twice,” she told him. “And, you haven’t even started fucking me properly yet.”

Guddu pulled slowly back until just the head of his cock rested inside her. Hovering over her he gave a silent thanks to hours of watching porn and his fantasies that he actually knew what to do. “You mean like this,” he grunted as he rammed his weight down hard. His cock sliced through her clutching walls driving deep. Meera’s legs shot out and wrapped around his waist and her nails again dug painfully into his arse cheeks. He felt another gush of warm fluids wash his belly as her third orgasm ripped through her unprepared body.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” Meera screamed as she convulsed under her son whose hips rose and fell as he pounded down into her without restraint. One advantage of youth, especially one so focussed on sex, was an almost unlimited energy supply. Wet slurping filled the room, and the peculiar scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

“Fuck me…fuck me,” Meera chanted as her son hammered into her. Guddu knew he wouldn’t last long on this, his first fuck. Hell, he was surprised he had lasted this long. He heard and felt his cum filled balls slapping her cum soaked arse as he fucked into her with everything he had. “Oh My Fucking God,” Meera’s eyes grew huge. “Again…oh fuck…oh God…” she gasped. His mother devolved into a quivering mass under him, her body continuously jerking and spasming. Her hands slid up his back to the sides of his face.

“My son is making me cum so fucking hard. My son is fucking me. My son wants to fuck me. ” Her raw lust-filled voice bounced off his face as he felt her walls ripple along his shaft, trying to milk the cum from his balls. When his mother orgasmed a fourth time, Gundu’s body simply gave in to the sensations and his nuts started to tighten. He tried to keep looking into her eyes as his orgasm hit, but it wasn’t going to happen. Guddu’s eyes rolled back as his released cum exploded from his balls and shot the length of his cock.

“Moootthhherrrrrrr.” He gave a primal roar as the first blast jetted out to splash against her cunt walls. His arse cheeks tightened, and a second burst pumped out to flood her waiting pussy.

Meera had a look of wonder in her eyes. “Jesus” she moaned. “I can feel it, oh my God. My son’s seed is filling my cunt.” She shuddered under Gundu and by the time the last spasm of his cock faded, it had to be three or four hot ropes that he had let loose inside her. Guddu rocked back on his heels between her lewdly spread thighs, looking down at the two joined bodies.

The sight of his cock buried inside his mother’s pussy was bad enough; but the additional image of white gooey globs of jism that matted both sets of pubic hairs, of their mixed cream seeping from her used slit, sent a shiver down his spine. “I’m no longer a virgin,” he said in wonderment.

“No, you’re not, and you did it with your mother. That is even better,” she said with a huge sigh, as he slid off his mother, and collapsed onto her pillow on the bed.

“You know I want more, my Guddu” Meera whispered softly as sleep took her with her son cuddled next to her. Both were so sated that neither caught the shadow that pulled away from the bedroom window that opened to the balcony.

The next morning Guddu was showering before they left for Igatpuri when Deepika entered Meera’s bedroom. “Good, we are alone so I can talk frankly. Listen to this because it is what is going to happen. When Gundu is staying here he is going to become addicted to my pussy. I intend to have him many times a day.”

Shocked, Meera recovered, and all her resentment built up since she was eighteen poured out. “I always knew you were a slut, ever since you took my first boyfriend from me by fucking him when I was saving myself for him. But even for a shameless slut like you this is too much. But it will never happen because I will warn MY GUDDU and tell him to avoid you. He will take my advice and board somewhere else in Mumbai.”

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A smile spread across her sister’s face. “I think not sister. Look at this.” She held up her phone and pressed play. Meera watched a replay from the night just passed of herself and Gundu fucking in the very room she was in now. Both of them were very easily identifiable. “Why do you think the light couldn’t be switched off? I had the janitor fix it that way so I could record this from the balcony outside. If you warn Gundu or stop him boarding here then everyone in Igatpuri, starting with Kanhar and your family, will know the chaste Meera Patil fucks her own son.”

Meera lunged at the phone to grab the evidence. deepika laughed again. “Let it go bitch. Do you think I am stupid? The video is already backed up in the cloud in two places. He will be boarding here with me, and he will be fucking me. Looking at him perform in the video, even though it is only with you, the frigid ice queen, he has got potential.”

Meera’s shoulders slumped. She knew her sister. Deepika would have no qualms destroying Meera’s reputation back in Igatpuri. Hell, she probably would enjoy it and see it as retribution for the eighteen-year-old Meera telling everyone how the slut Deepika had fucked her fiancée, an action that caused her sister to leave Igatpuri. She tried bravado. “Gundu will be back in Igatpuri every weekend and what he does there with me will satisfy him for the days he spends here. He won’t want you.”

Deepika continued laughing as though she had never heard anything funnier. “You are backing your unused, dry pussy against my A Grade, prime, always ready cunt. I will be sending him back on the Saturday morning train totally worn out and unable to get it up, he will be only wanting the top quality fucks I give and addicted to my ever-ready slit. I am matching my cunt and fucking against yours. Gundu is the prize. Now get ready to go back to Igatpuri and think twenty-four hours a day how I am going to take your son from you when he boards here in two weeks’ time.

On the train home, Meera leant into Gundu and under the pages of the Mumbai Mirror newspaper resting on his lap, she had unzipped his trousers and was giving her son a slow hand job. “Gundu my son, you know whenever you are back in Igatpuri we will be fucking all the time, any time, and every way. More ways than the Kama Sutra shows. I promise,” she whispered in his ear. Let my slut sister match that she thought. My cunt will win.

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