Ajay, Dipti and Shobha - Son, Mom and Aunt

She had been sleeping in front of the T.V. So had the others. But they had all felt sleepy at different points in time and gone to bed.

Shobha and Kumar had come visiting to the house of Gopal and Dipti. They had a nineteen year old son, Ajay. The movie which they had been watching was a murder story but it had some erotic scenes. Ajay, the son had left when a passionate and intense lovemaking scene had come on. Gopal and Dipti, the boy's parents, froze when that scene had come up and the young man had been discreet enough to leave.

The house had all the bedrooms upstairs and ever since they had arrived earlier in the evening no one had gone upstairs. The servants had carried luggage up and Gopal and Kumar had poured drinks. The women drank too, though the family as a whole was kept conservative under the watchful eyes of the parents. The women wore sindoor and mangalsutra and wore sarees in a traditional way, covering their head whenever elders were around. For Shobha, Gopal was an elder, being Kumar's elder brother and she kept her head covered in his presence.



But beyond that, with both Kumar and Gopal moving to larger cities and going to work in large firms, the lifestyle in their own homes was largely liberal; excepting when parents came visiting.

Shobha was a little careful with these niceties because she herself had been brought up in a very cosmopolitan household in Mumbai and was a little unsure of herself around the conservative family; her in-laws were from Jaipur. It was always safer to be cautious.

Dipti was from Delhi and she too had a much wider exposure than the family in to which she married. Both the women had always dressed fashionably when traveling outside their respective hometowns, especially when the parents of the house were not around. However, there was a ten year age difference, Dipti being the elder of the two.

The two women made great company with Dipti using her seniority to get her husband to agree to many of the fashions they preferred while Shobha was the one who was a bit more with it in getting the latest in fashions.

Thus, the sleeveless blouses, worn with push up bras; the more daring backs to the blouses and the liberal use of makeup. However, these liberties were permitted only when a "holiday" was on, as just now. The normal routine day around the house had no such place for such indulgences.

They often talked of the sex lives and here too, they shared common ground. The men were slowing down, had never been very imaginative and the sex was very routine whenever it happened.

But the next generation, epitomized by Dipti's son Ajay was very different. These children had grown up in a much more liberal environment, in India's larger cities. Ajay in fact, used to participate in quite a few sports and was a strapping youth with an agile body. Taut too, as Shobha noticed this time. The boy had grown up and was very soon no longer going to be a boy.

That was obvious when he left the room with the lovemaking scene coming on; the young man knew enough to know when to be discreet.

Ajay had grown up spending many summers in Shobha and Kumar's house. Shobha chachi had bathed him often as a little boy though the last few years he had outgrown that phase. She had now noticed him find and take from Kumar's stash of erotic novels a book every now and then and disappear into his room. She felt a flush of heat as she realized what it might be about but kept quiet. He was after all a normal boy with normal urges.

Shortly after Ajay had left for his room, Gopal and Dipti also made excuses about being tired, even though they had slept rather well in the afternoon after lunch. Shobha suspected what that might be about as she and Dipti exchanged glances. But Dipti kept her eyes low and followed her husband up the stairs.

She did not have a clue on when Kumar left the TV room but when she woke up a while later, it was to the thumping sounds coming from the room above. They had all had a few rounds of drinks so she felt a little heady. No doubt that was at play in the room above where she could hear the sounds of the cot in Gopal and Dipti's room as Gopal pounded into his wife. She was not sure whether they had failed to shut the room door properly or whether the noises were just too loud, but she could hear Dipti's moans as her husband fucked her hard and furiously. "Haanji, haan!, haan! Ui maa, hai... haan, haan" she heard her moaning.

Then she heard the long growling moan from Gopal as he finished his pounding, emptying into his wife. The effect of the movie seemed to have been good on Gopal, thought Shobha as she heard the sounds and imagined how Dipti might have got fucked.

The movie had the man taking the woman from behind; something that she had read about in her college days and seen in a few porn movies but never experienced with her husband. She had often wondered how to broach the subject with him but found it delicate. Sex for them was an activity which was initiated when his body needs exceed his self control. Otherwise both brothers had been brought up to treat sex as necessary for procreation no more.

She pulled her pallo tightly around herself as she felt a shiver at the explicit sound effects that had filled her ears. Had Ajay heard his parents? And Kumar; where was he?

Shobha felt sleepy and decided to head upstairs to bed. Suddenly she realized she was not so familiar with the layout of the rooms upstairs, this being a house to which Gopal had newly shifted. As she came up the stairs, she swayed under the influence of the drinks she had taken earlier. The lovemaking scenes from the movie, the sound effects kept ringing in her ears. At the top of the stairs she encountered a landing area with several doors. Two doors were open and they were not bedrooms. Three rooms had their doors shut, and one of them was the bedroom in which she and Kumar were to stay while there. She wondered which it was.

She felt the effect of alcohol on her as she imagined what would happen if she entered Gopal and Dipti's room. She smiled to herself and swayed a bit. She needed to get to bed quick, but she also felt a stirring in her loins as she felt she could do with a nice hard fucking.

She tried to figure out which might be Dipti's room by trying to visualize where the noises of lovemaking had come from. After taking an educated guess, she opened a particular door just a wee bit and then paused. There was no sound from within. She peered into the room and could make out only one figure on the bed. So it certainly wasn't Gopal and Dipti's room. She slipped in. She directly went to the foot of the bed. She had plans for Kumar tonight.

Raising the sheet over her head she ducked under and moved up between the legs. Soon she was at his hip and she found and undid the pajama cord. The stomach felt a little flatter than usual and she wondered if his attempts at exercise were having the desired effect. She kissed the lower stomach and immediately felt hands on her head. She nuzzled the curls of pubic hair and slowly her lips found the cock in a dormant and shrunken state.

She covered it with her mouth and lips formed an "O" to suck the stub of flesh in and out of her lips. Her eyes opened in amazement at the rapid speed with which the cock filled out. She was used to a much slower response, be it with her hands or her lips. Slowly she moved her head up and down, pleasuring him, hoping to get him up to the full size. Then she would ride him to ecstasy, she thought to herself.

The hands on her head were gently massaging her. Her next surprise was when the swelling didn't stop. Her mouth was full and the head was touching the back of her throat and she needed to move back to give him space to grow. That was surprising because he had never been more than a small ring of her lips. And now her lips were stretched wide to take him in fully.

Her hands reached up to stroke his belly and his chest. When she encountered minimal chest hair she began to wonder. In the meanwhile his hips started to move in rhythm as the needs and desires soared. This combination of unusual occurrences caused doubt in her mind, and Shobha lifted her head to reach for the light by the bedside. Another pair of hands too reached for the lights, and since he had his head on the pillow and Shobha was much lower around his hips, Ajay found the switch first.

In his mind it had been one more wet dream. The warm wet mouth and the rising sensations in his cock had been felt by him more than once in his dreams. When her lips tightened and he felt the distinct shudder of pleasure, his eyes opened. His hands were on a woman's head. He knew it was not a dream and he reached for the lights. Her mouth left his cock and the woman reached across him to get to the light. He felt full and heavy breasts rest on his torso as she tried to get there.

He switched on the lights and there was his aunt, her mouth streaked with his juices, her blouse showing cleavage, her saree pallo on the bed, and she straddling him.

The teenager and his chachi stared at each other in shock. The lust and drive of a teenager soon made the decision for Ajay. After all his chachi had entered the room and taken him in her mouth; surely she meant to do this.

He put his hand back on her head and pushed her down to take his cock back in her mouth. She pursed her lips together and tried to duck. It merely caused the rearing penis to smear itself on her head, on her sindoor and on her hair. He gasped as the missed target caused him to become desperate.

"Chachi!" he implored, "Kyun ruk gaye?" (Auntie, why have you stopped?)

Shobha had her eyes closed and her lips tightly pursed. She started to reply. "Beta galti ho gayi. I didn't know this was your room," she pleaded. Her eyes opened to look up at him beseechingly. She saw the cock jerking and prancing around near her face. Now tapping her cheek, now flopping against her chin and lips.

She stared at in fascination. It was a magnificent specimen of manhood. If his father's cock was anything like his, Dipti was one lucky woman thought Shobha. Then the incongruousness of her thoughts hit her. She tried to scramble back. Ajay locked his legs around her shoulders and torso preventing her from moving away. She felt the strong legs grip her tightly and the boy's skin was rubbing her breasts on either side.

Shobha looked down and saw her heavy breasts hanging, the fabric of the blouse sagging, giving her nephew a rich view of her full cleavage. She tried to grab her saree pallu to cover up. Her mangalsutra was hanging from her neck, the locket banging against his balls. She grabbed the necklace and stuffed it into her blouse. This was so demeaning to her married status.

Ajay reached between them and shoved his hand down the front of her blouse. There was nothing subtle or caressing about his move. He just bunched up her flesh in his hand and kneaded her roughly. His hand was searching for her nipple. He clawed at her.

"Beta, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Apni chachi ke choochey ko haath lagate sharam nahi aati tumhe?" she scolded him. (What are you doing, son? Don't you feel ashamed at grabbing at your aunt's breasts like this?)

"Mujhe sirf aap chahiye. Kya sharam, kaise sharam. Kamre mey to aap ayi hain. Aur phir apne mujhe kabhi nanga nahi dekha kya. Maine bhi to aap ko itni baar dekha hai jab aap naha kar nikli thi. Kabhi apka blouse gila that aur apke mammu ke jhalak dikhte the. Kabhi abke bhitni bhi to nazar aati thi. Aur itni baar aap bagair blouse key, sirf saree lapete hue bathroom se nikli hain," he reminded her. (I only want you. What should I be ashamed of. You are the one who came in to my room. And then have you never seen me nude? I have seen you so often when you have just been out of the bath. Sometimes your blouse has been wet so I get glimpses of the flesh of your breasts. And sometimes your nipples too. And quite often I have seen you wrap your saree around yourself and come out of the bath without a blouse.)

"Aur mujhe wo har baar yaad hai jab apne mere lund ko nilhatey samay dhoya tha," he went on. ( I remember every time you washed my cock while bathing me). "Tab toh aap ko koi apatti nahi thi" (You had no reservations at that time).

"Woh kuch aur baat thi," she mumbled as she tried to come to terms with the attraction she felt towards the cock looming in her face. She pushed back at his thighs and managed to get his legs off her shoulders. She stood up next to the bed. Her excited state was obvious; her breathing was heavy; her breasts were heaving with the excitement she felt in her chest. Her mouth still carried the stains of his precum and her hair was streaked too. Her sindoor was smeared and she looked radiant with her traditional attire. The lust in her was obvious, but so was the weight of the restraining factors she felt. She looked down and so the best cock she had seen in all her years waving in the air, asking for her attention.

He reached up for her and his hand weighed her breast, heavy and melon-like. She caught his wrist. It was meant to control and stop him, but it was one more contact of flesh with flesh and skin with skin. He turned slightly so his other hand could reach her stomach. His hand felt her soft and curved, slightly sagging tummy. He stroked her there.

"Chachi," he called her. "Aa jao" (Aunty, come)

She felt her knees go weak as the hunger in his voice promised her heaven.

It took her but a moment to lean forward and kiss him on the forehead. She meant it as a good night kiss of sorts. But her saree fell open and Ajay found himself perilously close to the mounds of flesh that were straining at his aunt's blouse. He smelled her, sweaty and womanly. He had no experience with women; any woman would do for a horny kid and the breasts that were before his face were no exception. He touched the side of the melon like breast once again and Shobha gasped.

The youngster held the fruit like, full breast and allowed his thumb to wander. It encountered the thin fabric of the blouse and under it the paraphernalia of the bra. Ajay rubbed, disregarding the illicitness of what he was doing. All he knew was his need and her presence.

The teenager's hand on her breast caused her body to sag with lust. Shobha leaned a bit more so the breasts were now in the teenager's face. Ajay felt his throat dry as his heart beat shot up. Shobha pulled the fabric of the blouse together so that the hooks could be unhooked and pulled apart the front of her blouse. The breasts tumbled out, now restrained only by the bra. The damp underarms and the overfull body within made sure the blouse stuck to her. It would take peeling but the young man had enough of a view for the moment.

Ajay stretched upward and kissed the slopes of those breasts. His aunt held his head as she pulled him in to her cleavage. She now had one leg kneeling on the bed and the other leg was standing on the floor. Ajay stretched upwards and nuzzled her breasts as much as he could and his lips searched out her nipples.

"Chachi!" he whispered.

"Haan beta," she made a kissing sound with her lips in the air. It was an endearment she had used so many times, that kissing sound, over the years to reassure the child who she tended. Today it felt completely different.

He sighed and his hands roamed over her back feeling her flesh. His hands felt rough on her; hands that handled sport equipment. The roughness excited her skin which was rarely, if ever, felt by any human hands. As he moved up her back the blouse and it being stuck to her skin in its dampness became an obstacle. She couldn't move her arms as the arms were tight. And she didn't want his hot searching lips to stop playing with her.

Yet, the desperation between them was soaring.

"You know, we shouldn't be doing this, beta" she whispered.

"But what are doing at all, other than just hugging?" he pleaded, desperately mashing his lips on the globes which he wanted to suck in and taste.

Her hand went to the nape of his neck and she noticed that his top was askew. Her fingers roamed down his chest and she gasped at the rock hard body and the smooth skin.

She gasped loudly when her hand traversed his hip and came down to his buttock, also exposed.

"What happened, chachi?" he enquired.

She shook her head to indicate that nothing was the matter. She knew she was on dangerous ground and should not have entered this room at all. She pushed the young man away and tried to move off. He clung to her hips and let his face nuzzle her tummy. She shuddered as she felt her flesh respond to the appeal of youth.

No, her mind screamed. This was illicit. Her husband's brother's son was out of bounds. The young stud's hands were searching for the bottom edge of her saree. In his haste, he pulled desperately at the long garment which came loose from its tucking and hung in parts like a drape while still covering Shobha.

She held his shoulders and pushed him away.

He moved his face lower. She wondered what he was doing. But the young man seemed very sure of himself as he went lower and lower, kissing her tummy, till he went too low! Surely he didn't intend to kiss her any lower?

But he did. He had seen that in many of the porn movies and internet downloads. He knew exactly what he was doing and the women seemed to like it. He wanted to take his auntie beyond her ability to resist.

He pushed the waist of the saree and the petticoat down. But the knot would not allow the petticoat to move down. The saree was half undone and hanging now. Shobha had her hands on the young mans head trying to push him away. He found the gap in her petticoat around the area where the cord comes around full circle. That place always had a gap and he knew it. He had seen it in his mother's petticoat on occasion.

Through the gap there he pushed his face to that gap and his probing tongue found the swell of her lower tummy. His aunt was past forty, but her body was not sagging and lost. It had curves and charms and a warmth which Ajay had noticed but never even fantasized about.

Shobha moaned loudly," What are you doing, beta? Yeh kya ho gaya hai tumhe?" (What has happened to you.)

His other hand found the knot of the petticoat and he tugged at the right end of the chord and unfastened it in one quick pull. The petticoat now slid past the flare of the hip and hung half slung down. Ajay now boldly put his head between her thighs and nuzzled her hard with his face, generally feeling the whole area and allowing her to feel him touch her everywhere.

It was too much for Shobha as she sat down on the bed with her legs splayed wide part and lay down. Her clothes were askew and she was partially undressed. She had her teenaged nephew between her legs, his head nuzzling. She lay with her hands on his shoulders and around his hips. The sensations ripping through her body were new to her and she was crazed.

Inside her, still, the fight was not lost. She just wanted to regain her composure which she felt would be possible once she was past this round of maddening pleasure. Ajay's hands however, were inside her petticoat, under her and starting to struggle with her panties.

Shobha was very conscious of where her hands were and was making sure she did not even accidentally touch the boy's cock. That would be the ultimate giveaway. Lust was raging through her and her body was demanding that she let the teenager take her any way he knew to take a woman.

Images of her bathing him, of soaping his cock and cleaning it for him, and of various stages in his life where she had mothered him flashed through her mind, making it difficult for her to accept her sexual desires. He was not just a youth who could meet her need. He was her nephew.

Ajay was luxuriating in the womanly smells and in the warmth of caressing and stroking the body of a mature sexy woman. Perhaps for him, she was just a woman.

"Beta, ruk jao," she whispered. (Stop.)

"Kyon chachi, aap ko accha nahi lag raha?" he asked. (Why, auntie, are you not enjoying it?)

"Bahut zyada achcha lag raha hai, mere lall! Isi liye kehti hoon ki ruk ja. Is ke aage na mai jaa paungi, na tum ruk paoge!" she sighed. (I am enjoying it a bit too much. That is why I am asking you to stop. Beyond this, neither can I go, nor can you stop)

Her fingers were gripping his arm when she suddenly felt his cock at her arm. She shuddered and he moaned. "Chachi dekho mera lund kitna bada ho gaya apko dekh kar," he muttered. (Auntie, see how large my cock had become on seeing you.)

She would never be explain what made her take that cock in her hand. Just his statement that it was impossibly large? Her hand found the cock and she closed around it. Her mind took note of the round cylinder of flesh, the head, and of course, it was drenched and dripping with his precum.

"Beta, yeh itna paani..........." she murmured. (Son, this much of wetness)

"Aap ke liye," he replied, his head moving up now to her torso. (for you)

Their bodies were at an impossible angle to each other and they now needed to realign. He swiveled around and they were now lying next to each other. Her hand found his cock again. Wet and slimy with his juices. She gripped it hard. A new plan formed in her mind. She would masturbate him; the kid wouldn't be able to hold on long. Once he had cum she would be free to go.

Yes, the heat in her cunt was soaring but she could go fuck Kumar, perhaps harder than he had ever been taken in his life; and she wouldn't have to live with the consequences of this mindless lust. Before she knew it, Ajay was upon her. He straddled her body. She felt his balls on her tummy. The hot pillar of flesh touched her but as its length speared upward she could not feel more than the first part of his cock.

His hands authoritatively rested on her breasts as he cupped them. He pushed them back into her chest and rotated them hard. She groaned, "Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Mere mummey tumhe chahiye? Itne chahiye?" (Son, you want my breasts? You want them so much?)

Shobha found pools of pleasure radiating from her breasts, as this boy whom she had nursed and brought up clawed her ponderous mammaries.

The lust crazed youth did not reply. He frantically searched for the nipples. He pulled the bra down and stretched the elastic down so the cups were tucked below and the breasts were squeezed out and jutting from the top. The bra straps dug into her flesh and it was painful. But Ajay's eyes were on the pleasurable sight of his aunt's nipples. They were somewhat long, more like those designed to be milked. He leaned forward, hovering over her. His lips touched and teased the teats- he licked on them, slowly at first, then hard and fast and then he started to slobber on them. He stuffed as much of her breast as he could into his mouth and sucked hard. His hand held her breasts hard, gripping them tightly.

His cock hung low below him, heavy, and slow viscous drops of fluid formed dabs on Shobha's tummy. She reached down and caught the cock in her hand like the handle of a racquet, and held him gently. It felt like the cock of an animal, prone as he was over her. Shobha had once taken the sheath of her Labrador dog in her hand when it was red and glistening, and this moment reminded her of that, given Ajay's position on all fours.

She gently slid her hand up and down, massaging his aching cock, providing him relief from the intense build of need in him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff!" went the guy as he bit into the flesh in his mouth. Her hand on his cock was driving him wild. He humped his hips hard, taking away any signs of gentleness in the stroking she was giving him. It became as if her hand was a cunt and his cock was fucking her fist. She whispered to him, "Dheere, beta, dheere. Koi jaldi nahi hai. Chachi hai na?" she said soothingly. (Slow down son, slow down. There is no hurry. Auntie is there with you, isn't she?)

Ajay slowed as the release of one surge from his loins allowed his lust to be held back. Shobha pushed him over to his back and sat up. They were both far gone, and there was no stopping, illicit or not.

She pulled off her blouse and her bra. Then she kneeled over, his ankles between her legs, watching his cock which he was now fondling and stroking, keeping it ready for her.

"Apne lund se mat khelo. Woh ab mera hai. Jo bhi karna hai mai karungi," she commanded him. (Don't play with your cock. It is now mine. What ever is to be done, will be done by me)

She lifted her petticoat over her head and discarded it. She rolled down her panties to her knees. Then she pulled one side still lower. Now she used her foot to pull the panties still lower and off, leaving her hands and head free to pay attention to her nephew's waiting cock.

She held out her tongue fully extended. The quivering tip of her tongue snaked out and touched the flowing and messy cock, which jumped on contact.

"Chacheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" hissed Ajay. His hands went to her head and he held her. His hips jerked; he wanted to be in her mouth. The cock reamed her face and the balls slapped into her chin.

"Aye, Ajay!" she remonstrated. "Mai kar rahi hoon na. Chup chap padey raho warna chachi chali jayegi." (I am doing you, am I not? Lie quietly or else auntie will leave.)

The newly initiated male threw his head from side to side with uncontrollable lust but held his hips still. Then he looked down to see what his chachi was doing. There it was, her mangalsutra necklace, hanging from her neck. Beyond that her lovely mass of breasts, swinging, asking to be sucked like luscious fruit. And his chachi's maang (forehead) smeared with sindoor. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked back up at him and gave him a comforting smile. This was the same chachi who had looked after him and indulged him through his growing years. And now that smile said that she was going to provide him with the ultimate indulgence.

Shobha allowed the saliva to pool in her mouth and then she opened and took in the full shaft into her wet and waiting mouth. Her tongue aligned along the underside of his cock. With a rich wet slurping action she slid up and down his cock, enthralling the him.

"Arre chachi! Mera lund pighal raha hai. Hanh. Chooso mujhe. Randi ke tarah chooso mujhe. Hai. Hanhh. Hannh. Hannh!" the youngster moaned, his fists pounding the mattress. (Oh auntie! My cock is melting. Yes, suck me. Suck me like a whore. Yes, yes, yes!) He had no control over his hips which bucked and thrashed like a horse untamed.

The mangalsutra was beating a tattoo on his balls, scraping his thighs as it swung here and there along with her head's bobbing. One of Shobha's hands was on his chest, pinching up the area surrounding his nipple and kneading him. Her thumb flicked over the nipple as the rest of her fingers kneaded and stroked his breast. The other hand was used to hold the base of his cock with a thumb and two fingers. As she allowed her fingers more space she remembered that this was supposed to end with her masturbating him.

But the thoughts dominating her mind were all about the wonderful cock she had in her mouth and hand and how wonderful it would feel in her bubbling pussy.

She lifted her head off. She had to balance this between lust and completion. She could not risk anyone walking in on them. She waddled up the body under her. Ajay's hands spontaneous came up to claim her breasts. He mashed them and kneaded them. He stretched his neck to suck the very suckable teat. It was more like a cow's small udder ready to feed him.

"Hai betaaaaaaaaaaaa!" moaned Shobha. She raised one leg so that she could reach between them. She caught his cock and guided it up into her dripping sheath. And she slid down on him. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, mere lalla!" she called out to him, using an endearment she had used to address him for years now.

"Chod apne chachi ko. Is lund ko mar mere choot mey," she exhorted him. (Fuck your auntie. Hammer that cock into my cunt)

Ajay thrust upwards. It felt heavenly, the wet bubbling cunt that was riding him. He felt her juices pour and mess up his groin area. He fucked hard, holding her up by her breasts.

"Haanh chachi, lelo mujhe. Mera lund tumhara hai. Mai tumhara hoon. Make me cum, mai apna paani apme bhar dena chahta hoon. Hah! Hanh! Hai! Maaa!" he screamed.

She sensed that he was being too noisy. She leaned forward and her luscious lips closed on his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he strained against her mouth.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Beta sabh theek to hai na?" it was Dipti. (son, is everything okay?) She seemed to have heard some noises and come enquiring. She had stopped walking into her son's room after once, a few months ago she stepped in only to find him masturbating furiously. Mother and son had caught each others eye. She stepped back and never brought it up with him. But after that she just avoided such situations.

"Haanh, mummy. Sab- theek - hai" (yes, mother, everything is fine). Between each word he had to pause because Shobha's cunt wouldn't let her stop. She just had to have her cunt full up with this energetic cock. She was mindful of the risk but there was nothing that could have been done on that. After a brief pause she resumed, but at a much more restrained steady stroking, rather than the frenetic humping of the stud.

He had not cum yet and she was glad for that. She had thought the youngster wouldn't be able to control himself. But maybe he had just masturbated; was that the pungent semi dry odour she had encountered when she first mouthed him.

Whatever it was, Shobha could not be stopped from bouncing on the hard and strong cock up inside her. She continued to pound him. Her breasts flopped back and forth and Ajay alternated clutched them and alternately stroked her ass and back.

Shobha's eyes were closed. His cock was touching the right spot. She avoided any change in position and just continued her pumping. Her pussy erupted in orgasm and she screamed a low guttural cry in the pit of her throat. Saliva dribbled down the side of her mouth as she came uncontrollably. The passion was heightened for the forbidden lust that she was enjoying. She had just taken the virginity of a youngster brought up by her, her nephew. And what a man he was. Strong, virile, stud-like with a cock that was surely going to become a much desired object!

This time the door opened. It will never be known if Dipti sighted anything or not. But having opened the door she merely repeated her question. "Beta, is everything all right. Mujhe phir se awaz ayi?" (I heard a noise again.)

Maybe she didn't come in thinking she made a mistake; that she had heard the her son masturbating. Whatever it is, they saw her hand on this side of the door. They heard her. But they didn't see her. And hopefully she didn't see them.

What was important was that they were left uninterrupted to fuck on. Ajay pushed his aunt off him and got on top.

"Wait!" his aunt stopped him. She pulled her saree and used it to dry his cock and stuffed it up her channel to dry her out a bit. It was so wet that she wanted it a little dry to feel him up completely.

She should not have done that. His cock when he hammered it in, seared her cunt apart. Her nails dug into his shoulder and his ass where her hands were resting. She drew blood. The cock was reaming and stretching the entire stretch of her cunt. She had needed that much lubrication. With her lying back the juices were pooled inside her. His cock dipped in and out, soaking itself and pulling out her juices. The pounding was jerking her breasts, her brain and her eyes. He was so fast and so furious that her eyeballs could not focus on anything.

She closed her eyes and thought of ways to conquer this stud bull of a guy even as she wallowed in the glow of her body's eruptions. She came again and again. She bit his shoulder. She smeared her face on him rubbing her saliva on his chest. Her heels came around to his ass and she singnaled her pleasure by hammering her heels on his ass.

But what really made him burst forth was her hand between them, holding his sheath back.

"Chachi. Chachi. Chachi," he seemed to be begging. "Hannh chachi, lelo meri paani. Sukha do mujhe. Bana lo apna. Ye lo. Bas mai aa gaya. Le lo. Le lo. Le looooooooooooo!"

(Yes auntie, take my semen, dry me. Make me yours. Now I am here. Take this. Take this. Take this.)

The first cum was a shot, deep and full. The next felt like warm pools spreading rapidly inside her. Shobha held the guy to her and hugged him. She wiggled her hips, milking him dry. She fucked back, sliding the sheath of his cock back and forth. She bit his shoulder triggering more spasms. She stroked his back so his every pore emptied out into her.

Then there were a rush of after tremors. His body was wracked with spasms. He pulsated and shuddered. She held his head to her. She soothed him. "Shhhhhhhh beta. Shanti. Shanti. Mai hoon na. Mere lalla, teri chachi hai na tere liye" (quiet son. Become peaceful. I am there. My dearest, your aunt is here for you, isn't she.)

As she spoke those words she realised she was supposed to have stopped with masturbation. As she held him close she realised she had taken every drop of him, huge dollops of semen, loaded with the sperm of a vital youngster. That warmth which she had felt spreading deep in her was nothing but the warm semen flooding her womb.

She was now less drunk than when she started; perhaps the sobriety came from the enormity of what she had done accidentally.

The young man was asleep on her. She pushed him off. He lay next to her, trying to snuggle into her and rest his head on her breast.

She needed to leave. Now she knew for sure which the correct door was. She just slipped on her petticoat and used the saree as one would use a shawl to cover her breasts. Her blouse, with some hooks ripped, and her bra and panties she carried in her hand. She crossed over to the door which she knew was her own. As she turned to shut the door, she saw the slightly ajar door of Dipti's room shut quietly.

Juices were pouring down her legs. He had come in gallons and she had been so fluid that it just proved that she wasn't ageing. It was just that the sex didn't have the power to make her juice up that much any more. She tucked the petticoat between her thighs to soak the running mix of man and woman.

She put on her caftan nightdress and lay next to her husband in the bed, as far away from him possible and with her back to him. She needed a wash from head to toe and she could not possibly manage that at this late hour. And she didn't feel like touching him after having done what she had just savored.

Kumar stirred as he felt his wife settle down at her end of the bed. "Did you hear them?" he asked. "iss umar mey kitne josh sey ek doosre ko chod rahe the!" (At this age how actively they fuck!)

"Aap Dipti aur bhai saab ki baat kar rahe hain? Woh to maine suna, lekin kafi der ho gaya na unko khatam kiye?" she asked. (Are you referring to Dipti and elder brother? I did hear that, but that was a while ago wasn't it?)

She was actually checking out whether Ajay and her own fucking had been heard and had it been so loud. When she thought back she did feel that the animal coupling had made them both throw caution to the winds.

"Abhi do minute pehle to khatam kiya hai. Do ghante se chal rahi hai chudai. Kal bhabhi shayad late hi uthegi!" he replied. (They ended just two minutes ago. For two hours they have been fucking. We can expect sister-in-law to get up late tomorrow).

Shobha froze. Her husband had heard her clearly fucking her nephew; she was just lucky he mistook it for Dipti and Gopal. She lay still hoping that would be the end of the conversation when she felt a hand on her hip.

"Tum badi der ayi upar. So gayi thi kya?" he whispered. (you came up very late. Did you fall asleep?). His hand ran her caftan up as he bared her ass to him.

"Aaj uss picture mey dekha kaise uss admi ne uss aurat ko peeche se choda?" he nibbled at her ear as he said this. (Did you see how in the movie today that man fucked the woman from behind).

Shobha squirmed. A hand went between her legs from behind. Kumar prised apart her legs and held her upper leg high at an angle. Shobha felt his cock search for her pussy from behind. Before she realised it her body had changed angle to allow him that access. She wanted to stop but didn't. He plunged in. The wetness that awaited him surprised him.

"Arre! Tum itni geeli ho. Lagta hai tumhe bhi inke chodne sey uttejna ho gayi!" he said as he thrust himself deep into her, embedding himself in the pool of fluids left behind by his brother's son. (You are so wet. It seems you too were excited by their fucking.)

Her hand reached behind and she cupped his ass, holding him close to herself. This allowed Kumar to fuck her in short jabs without missing the target. She gasped as the cock found a new set of places to massage on its way in. She trembled. The thoughts of being fucked by two men, one her husband and the other their nephew was maddening. One was a known body, the other a new young man. One young, one old. One perfectly legitimate. The other completely illicit.

Kumar's hands came up to cup her breasts. He used them as handles to grip and ride her. His fucking grew more erratic as his orgasm built up. Shobha's ass and hips ground back at him as she pleasured herself on the marauding cock.

"Bhabhi kitni cheekhi, chillayi. Bhaiya ne aj usko aisa choda ki unse raha nahi gaya. Lo, mai bhi tumhe aise hi chodta hoon," he muttered as he added more vigor to his humping. (Sister-in-law screamed and hollered so much today. Brother fucked her so hard that she couldn't keep quiet. Here, let me fuck you in the same way)

Shame made Shobha's body burn but the cock in her seemed to quench the heat. Guilt wracked her mind, but added to the excitement of their fucking.

When Kumar erupted, adding his seed to his nephew's, Shobha was already a slobbering slut. She whimpered and groaned into her pillow as he pounded her from behind. Kumar cried out loud with each thrust; each thrust was weaker than the last one and finally, Kumar's cock had shrunk to a point where he could not sustain inside her from the rear. He slipped out. His cock smeared on her ass and he folded himself into her from behind.

Shobha was exhausted from the mauling and fucking at the hands of the two men that same night, and that was fine because another moments wakefulness would have driven her mad with the confused and conflicting feelings about the evening gone by. As she drifted to sleep, she thought she saw Ajay at the door, holding it ajar. She couldn't be sure but perhaps the noises of their fucking had awakended the young man. The door closed gently as Shobha slipped into a dreamless world of exhausted sleep.



Early in the morning

They met next in the kitchen downstairs. It was the morning after the wild night of sex in the household. Shobha had woken up, her body wonderfully tired but well rested from the deep slumber through the night. Her clothes were draped around her, and the bed sheet covered one part of her bare body that lay beneath. As she overcame her drowsiness she remembered the events of the night before. She felt the bed next to her and discovered that her husband was not in the room.

She remembered the pounding she had taken from behind; the first time her husband had been imaginatively inspired by the movie on the TV the night before. That had been right after Shobha's delightful mistake of entering her nephew Ajay's room, instead of her own. She felt a stirring in her loins and stretched herself as a contented cat would, thinking of the arousal and the response she had from the boy. She had mistakenly entered that room and gone down on him, taking his virgin cock deep in her throat thinking it was her husband. The size, the response and the feel gave the mistake away but by then it was too late. Ajay, the nephew was wildly aroused and made sure his aunt took his virginity before she left the room.

Shobha was glad for it. The boy, just about nineteen years old, had the strong drive one would expect from a virgin lad that young. But he was also well endowed. Shobha lazily rubbed her mound as she felt the stirrings of desire at the thought of that stud. Then she realized that both Ajay and her husband had fucked her in succession and she had fallen asleep. She was coated with their juices and it had dried off on her.

Then as she became more fully awake, she remembered where she was and where all this had happened. This was her husband's elder brother's house which they were visiting. Her brother-in-law had fucked his wife and that had been a noisy animal coupling which triggered Shobha's desires and later her husband Kumar's as well. As Shobha returned to her husband's bed after the unexpected encountered with the nephew, Kumar, who had been aroused by the sounds from his brother's bedroom had fucked Shobha energetically and the woman had ended up with two men within an hour the same night.

And it was illicit. That made her feel sober, as Shobha reached for her bra and panties. She needed to go down and help the lady of the house in the kitchen. That was the Indian tradition; the women would spend time together so that Dipti found it easier to cope with her guests. Shobha was a little unsure of seeing Dipti eye to eye. She felt guilty by the light of day for having taken Dipti's son's virginity. And there was the lingering doubt as to whether Dipti had discovered the two of them but left them undisturbed. Dipti's room door did seem to have been ajar and Shobha felt she had seen it shut after she crossed to her own room. Surely, that was Dipti? Dipti had also twice passed by Ajay's room while Ajay and Shobha were fucking like animals, and asked Ajay about the noises emanating from his room. Luckily she had not entered.

When Shobha entered the kitchen Dipti was working there getting morning tea and some crackers and biscuits organized. Shobha came up behind Dipti and soon was standing next to her.

"Good morning, Didi!" she wished Dipti, "Can I help with anything?"

"Oh, hello Shobha. No you need not. I am mostly done. You relax- you seem to have had a tough, long night isn't it?" responded Dipti.

Shobha froze. Was Dipti referring to the deflowering of her son; had she guessed? Or was she referring to the noises that she and Kumar may have made while engaging in the act? After all, hadn't she and Kumar heard Dipti and Gopal going at each other noisily?

"Well, it was a busy night for you too!" replied Shobha. This kind of conversation around their sex lives had happened several times, but the specific reference to an event at night was new.

Dipti's hands stopped even as she started adding sugar to the tea which was on the boil. "What was I busy with?" she asked.

"Well, we heard you!" replied Shobha, shoving her brother-in-law's wife playfully on the shoulder. Dipti resumed the tea making.

"I was with my husband," replied Dipti.

It was Shobha's turn to go deep red. Her chest started heaving as she felt her throat constrict. "I too was with mine" she countered.

"Haan, eventually yes!" pushed on Dipti as she bustled about the kitchen.

Shobha slowly arranged the biscuits in a pattern on the plate. She didn't look up at Dipti. Her mind went over the way she had mouthed and wetted her nephew's cock and how she had admired the specimen of manhood. Hell, she had even thought if the father had anything like what the son sported, Dipti must have been having fun! And now this; the morning after.

"So, how was it?" asked Dipti. She was relentless, even though she was not being direct.

"Well, I had had a bit to drink. It was a lovely evening. That movie had that raunchy scene. I guess all of us were a bit aroused" went on Shobha. She felt her pussy moisten as her deeper mind relived the amazing pleasure. Had the illicitness of it enhanced the pleasure she wondered as her hands toyed with next biscuit pack.

"All that is true. It doesn't fully answer the question though. Did you enjoy him?" Dipti persisted.

"I don't know why you want to know the details" blushed Shobha. "We were not newly weds and it wasn't our first time."

"It was for him!" said Dipti, finally nailing the point beyond doubt. She knew. Somehow she knew. Either because she come by the room; while Shobha was riding her nephew like she would a bucking bronco; or she was at her room door watching Shobha go from Ajay's room to her husband, Kumar's room. Or maybe it was just Dipti's maternal instinct.

"It was a mistake. I thought it was our bedroom and that the person in bed was Kumar'" she confessed, her heart thumping wildly. The color rose to her cheeks and her bosom started to rise and fall. One reason was the memory of the strong passion they had shared. The other reason was the arousal she felt from telling the mother that she had been with her son.

"Was it too late to stop when you realized?" she asked. It was an accusation for having corrupted her boy; could she not have stopped?

"No, I realized the moment........." Shobha paused. This was getting too graphic.

"The moment what?" pushed on Dipti.

"........ Didi (sister), I don't how to say this to you. The moment I felt him, I knew it wasn't Kumar, but the boy was too crazed to stop," Shobha gripped Dipti's hand as she plunged on with her confession. And now Shobha was tense. Dipti might get upset and make a big issue of it and there might be a huge family drama.

Dipti stiffened and her body language was of a woman deeply distressed. "How do you mean you felt him?" she asked. At the very least, she wanted to know what had happened to her son. At the most, she needed to know if her husband's brother's wife had willfully seduced her son, which she considered unpardonable.

"I just did what I do when I want Kumar to make love to me," said Shobha her hand gently staying on her Didi's hand.

"Which is what? And how did that lead you to realize your mistake? What could you have done in a few minutes that you realized your mistake and yet, he was unstoppable? I find that hard to believe Shobha."

Shobha knew that Dipti was going to be hard to stop if the fact of mistake was not established. She decided to tell Dipti everything. She said, "He just grew so rapidly and he was so large that it just could not have been Kumar. But he had become aroused and was large. I really tried to stop him Didi, but he was extremely aroused."

"How did you try to stop him?" asked Dipti.

"Well, I took him out of my mouth and tried to get up" replied Shobha spontaneously.

"You had him in your mouth?" asked Dipti incredulously. Dipti now felt the juices moving between her legs at the thought of a woman sucking a man's cock. And when that man was her own son.....

"Why? Haven't you ever done that?" asked Shobha.

"No!" said a shocked Dipti. "But you had Ajay's cock in your mouth?" she turned to look at Shobha in disbelief.

"It was dark and I just went under the sheets, just to get him up and moving quickly. I was high and the sounds of you and Bhai sahib (elder brother) fucking made it unmanageable for me," proffered Shobha by way of explanation. "The rapid swelling, and the fuller body of that cock – I just knew in a jiffy it wasn't Kumar!"

"Is he that large?" out popped the spontaneous question from Dipti. It was a question she regretted instantly. Ajay had slept in his parent's room or with his mother from his infancy. It had stopped abruptly, in Ajay's thirteenth year. That was also the day she discovered the sheet with the wet patch and the strands of hair on it. That was also the day after which he never let her see him nude or let her bathe him. She had never seen him that way again and suddenly, today, she just needed to know more about how much he had grown. Her entire stance went soft and Shobha could feel her melt.

"I thought perhaps he had his father's genes on that. Kumar is surely a lot more slender. Ajay was thicker, fuller. And of course enormously energetic. But that is only to be expected with that age," she remembered, feeling her lips dry as she thought of that excitement.

Dipti suddenly found herself responding to Shobha's hand and felt warm towards this woman. It was as if she had met someone bringing her news of a loved one from a far away land. "Come lets sit and talk," she said, drawing Shobha away to the hall settee. "Didn't you try to stop it once you discovered your mistake?"

"Didi, I had been mouthing him a few times when I felt his hard young body and reached for the lights. By that time your son had been pushing his hips up and at my face. I think he was imagining it to be a wet dream. And once he awoke, his lust had taken over! He forced me for the next few minutes! I couldn't help it, Didi," she leaned forward and placed her cheek on Dipti's shoulder.

"And after those first few minutes?" asked the mother, "Were you able to respond to his need?" Dipti felt a surge in her loins as she heard all this. She had been curious about her son. When she heard Shobha describe his cock she wanted more details, but she didn't know how to ask without coming across as a slut. In her mind, some of the questions she had were so crass that she was ashamed at herself for wanting to know such things about her own son.

"I resisted him, but I couldn't walk away from him. I had bathed him so often in his younger days and taken care of him so much. The need in him; somehow I felt that it was just an extension of all the needs in him I had taken care of in the past. When he reached for my breasts, I felt the mother in me wanting to nurse him."

Dipti felt a surge in her own breasts and an upswelling of jealousy. Instinctively her hand rose and she placed a hand lightly on Shobha's breast. She felt out the nipple and asked, "Did he suck you here?"

Shobha raised her head off Dipti's shoulder and she looked her co-sister in her eyes. Dipti's eyes were soft and pleading. She could almost see the woman regretting that it was not she in Ajay's room last night. Shobha's eyes were sparkling with excitement and feeling at telling her about her favorite nephew.

"Like all boys he was so keen to get at my breasts! He fumbled and pawed me awkwardly. I just couldn't resist letting my blouse open and holding his head to me and suckling my little Ajay!" Shobha revealed. Her hand touched Dipti's hand which was on her breast and she pushed Dipti's hand to massage her breast and caress her nipple. Suddenly, electricity sparked between the two women sitting on the settee there.

"Your little boy is no longer little, Didi. He is a young stud and if his father is like him, I thought you must be enjoying a very full sexual life," concluded Shobha.

Dipti's other hand went around Shobha's shoulder, heads, and she pulled her close and held her in an embrace. Her mind was spinning with thoughts of her own son. No, he didn't seem to be like his father; he seemed a lot better endowed. Her cheek touched Shobha's cheek and Dipti shivered. Her sexual ardor at this moment exceeded the feelings in bed with Gopal the previous night, screaming and pounding notwithstanding. She felt gratitude towards Shobha for having helped her son. But she also felt jealous that another woman had been able to meet a need which she could have filled herself.

She could not respond or reveal the truth in response to Shobha's question on the comparison with the father. The two women did talk about their sex lives in general terms every now and then. But this morning, the whole topic had a different feel and depth to it. Dipti suddenly realized the sexual energy flowing between herself and her co-sister. Her hand on the breast was feeling and caressing and Dipti had already felt the nipples rise in erection and unfurl. The two women were nuzzling each other.

What Shobha said next broke the magic of the moment. "He filled me till here when I was on top. I don't even know when that happened. I thought I could tame him by masturbating him and finding him release. Somewhere during that phase I too, lost control of myself," she said, guiding Dipti's hand lower to the base of her stomach. "And when he was on top he filled me deep down inside, with strong powerful surges and a full load," she ended, admiringly.

Dipti looked into Shobha's eyes. This woman had been on top of her son, and then she imagined her lying on her back opened out wide, cunt splayed with the robust youth between her legs. She had taken her boy away from her and had converted him to a young man. And she had taken a position in his life, which she, Dipti, felt intensely jealous about.

She pushed Shobha away and walked back to the kitchen. She didn't want Shobha looking into her eyes and seeing the jealousy. Or worse, uncovering the completely illicit new desire in her to be her own son's lover. She wanted Ajay to think only of her and remember only her as the woman to take him new places. She wanted him to discover everything about womanhood by exploring her body, not the body of just some woman. And her breasts, how they had ached and her nipples seemed like bursting when Shobha talked of it. And now, when Shobha talked of the penis in her womb, she wanted that womb to be hers.

At the very least, she needed to see his penis and touch and feel it. She was completely lost to the world around her. The moistness between her legs was making her feel very sluttish. Her nipples were aching. What was wrong with her, for god's sake! Her own son and she was feeling like a whore, a slut, a woman of sexual energy who just wanted to take it out on her son and mark him as her own.

Shobha waited for Dipti to come out of her reverie. She moved closer and placed her hand on her co-sister's shoulder. She put her arms around Dipti from behind and laid her head on Dipti's back. Her hands caressed Dipti's stomach and torso so as to soothe her. Dipti shivered. Shobha's hands went to her hips and then lower down as she caressed the thighs. The two women were absorbed in each other. Dipti imagined those same hands on her son's body just a few hours earlier. Oh god, how she needed consummation now! Where was the boy? She needed to see him now. And the hands on her felt so good.

Dipti felt awkward about the new desires surging in her. She wanted her son. She was being aroused by the touch of a woman. Maybe she should talk with Shobha more and satiate her curiosity. Maybe Shobha would have a way to help her find release.

Shobha found Dipti's long silence disconcerting. This self absorption came across to Shobha as if Dipti was upset with the whole incident and was now not interested in talking to Shobha. Maybe she wouldn't speak to Shobha ever again in her life. She left the room, leaving Dipti to struggle with the inner demons. She also wondered if Dipti would tell all to her husband which was sure to result in a breakdown in family relationships.

Late at Night

Shobha and Kumar had left, a bit too abruptly. Gopal could not figure out what had happened but Kumar had trotted an unconvincing excuse of some important business that needed attention.

Dipti was sure it had to do with her own conversation that morning with Shobha. When she had turned around she found Shobha was long gone. Shobha missed the morning tea which was had when the brothers returned from their morning walk. She came down ready in a saree, and after she had made sure Ajay had left for college. She kept out of Dipti's way, heading into town; to meet some friends she explained to Dipti quickly.

And now Dipti was sitting by herself in the middle of the night. Her husband was fast asleep. The day had been one of emotional turmoil and physical need for her. She had watched Ajay closely. Her son seemed to have a problem in his pants. He kept fumbling trying to adjust his underpants to accommodate what seemed to be a permanent erection. Ajay was perplexed himself with this phenomenon. His cock just wouldn't subside. He looked for his aunt but she was out. He had wanted to tell her he loved her. He felt all sorts of emotions towards her but she was nowhere to be seen.

Dipti had noticed the boy's predicament and when he repeatedly asked about his aunt, Dipti felt intensely jealous. She wanted her son to look only for her. She wished that she had never stopped bathing him. She wished she had fondled his cock on the pretext of washing him. She regretted not having kept her son to herself and initiated him herself, thus keeping him to her self for life.

The bottling up and the events of last night had led to a shameful level of desire for physical intimacy in her. That gradual familiarity with the lad through the growing years would not have needed any justification and would have met the need in her, which now raged uncontrolled. The need which would have been easily explained, and would have been gradual and calibrated as the son grew to nineteen years, was now a raging lust for her own son. Her desires were now illicit but undeniable. The faster breath, the surge of slickness between her legs, and the aching of her nipples were for real.

Equally real was the shamefulness of a mother wanting her son's body. Was it lust? Was it ownership? As she pondered the conflict in her mind, she also noticed that it took hardly any time for the shame to give way to unbridled lust as the thoughts inevitably turned to the hard young body. Was he thick? Or was he long? What made Shobha describe him in special terms? Perhaps a bulbous head? Was he a natural who had the correct animal instincts? Dipti sighed as she felt her pussy juice up for the umpteenth time that day.

Quietly she slipped into Ajay's room. She wanted to look over her boy. She lay on the couch at the far end and stared at the prone body on the bed. He was fast asleep. She too had been asleep, but she was drifting in and out of sleep, tortured by images of forbidden sexuality and orientation. Not since she was a girl in her teens had she felt her nipples aroused and tonight, it woke her up, half expecting to find Shobha's lips there. Or her cunt ache and imagine the youthful cock reaming her. And similar thoughts caused her to drift back to sleep.

This bout of sleep which she entered was deep. What stirred her out of it was the sound of sighing and rustling from the bed on which her son lay. As her eyes got used to the darkness, she was the movement on the bed. She propped her head just a little bit. Obviously she had not been noticed as being in the room.

His hand was under the sheet and the movement of the arm was obvious. Her son was masturbating. If she had any doubts on what he was imagining while masturbating, they were taken care of with his sighs of "Chachi!" (Auntie). Dipti felt her chest constrict and her breathing became difficult. This aroused her immensely and she also felt intense jealousy at hearing him murmur Shobha's name. The boy was obviously lost over that experience. She didn't want her son to ache like this. He need not ache. Wasn't she there?

The pull of her feelings for him and the consequences of what she was about to do were at odds. What if her husband found out? What if her Ajay rejected her advances, horrified that his mother would be his willing sexual partner? What if Ajay told Shobha? What if, what if, what if? But couldn't she tell her husband that her son had found a release for his needs and that he needed to be stopped before he went out there and got himself in trouble? Surely that was justification enough?

She did not realize when, but she had walked to the bedside of her son Ajay and was looking down upon the scene of his self gratification. Ajay noticed the silhouette- he was startled but equally quickly could see it was a woman. She was moving slowly towards him. It had to be someone from the house. Was it his chachi Shobha who was back for him? Was she as much in love with him, as he was with her? The night played tricks on the young man. What was impossible didn't prevent him from hoping he had 'his woman' back with him the very next night. God! He missed her. His fist pumped harder. How many times he had cum since the morning. He now felt only she could satiate him.

She took her first tentative steps. Her hands trembled as she reached out for him. Was she doing the right thing? Would her son ever look at her in the same light again? Would he respect her ever again in the expected Indian tradition? Or would she be abused and ridiculed and rejected by her child? Could she ever look herself in the mirror again for having wanted him back in her womb but in a completely different avatar?

The conflicting thoughts did nothing to stop her hand from finding its way under the sheet. She clasped his fist in her own hand. As his fist moved she allowed her hand to move with it. "Chachi!" whispered Ajay. He removed his hand allowing her to touch his engorged cock. The excitement of having 'his woman' again caused him to swell up to impossible proportions. She felt the cock in her fingers. She actually ran her fingers in an exploratory fashion to gauge its contours before closing her fist around it. And she felt new blood rush in as the penis swelled up further.

Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating completely on the pillar of flesh in her fist. Her own flesh, as it were, and she felt she was reclaiming what belonged to her; what was hers anyway. Yes, it was a magnificent specimen and it was created by her. Her hand luxuriated in the feel of the hardness, the pulsing of blood as it surged and the wetness that poured from the head. No, she had never felt such a full and rich cock in her life. It had to be something special and it was hers for the asking.

She fisted down as her instincts took over. The skin pulled back and Ajay gasped; there was an aggression in the pumping which was marginally painful to him. His hand reached out for the wrist to control the thrusting of her hand. Dipti put out her other hand to touch his forehead. She caressed him. And slowly she kneeled on the floor next to the bed, administering to her son a new sexual experience. The hand which was on his cock was unrelenting, unwilling to give up any space. Her other hand roamed his face, his neck and now slipped under his kurta to find his nipple. She stroked his chest and his nipples.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" went the boy as the warm magical fingers drove him wild. His hips thrust up and down as he felt the need for more and more pleasure. No, not release. That signified the end. He just wanted pleasure, more and more pleasure.

His hands wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her to him. He felt her breasts press on his side. In the darkness he clung to her, wanting her everywhere. The grip of her fist felt incredibly good. He didn't want her to release him. Yet, the warmth of the cunt, the wetness, the weight of her body on him, of his body between her legs; that too was a pleasurable experience. Wildly, he tried to reach for more of her body but kneeling as she was, he could reach no more than her back. She was fully clothed in her nightgown and the lack of her flesh for him drove him to desperation.

Dipti meanwhile found herself hovering over his torso and groin. The fistful of cock was not too far from her lips. She thought of what Shobha had told her. It was not an act she had indulged in with her husband. The temptation was strong, and she felt she would be justified if she allowed that, but did not allow him in her womb. It felt dirty but was it worse than being sexual with her own son? How would it taste? She felt pangs of revulsion, but also felt challenged that her co-sister had already performed the act. If she did not do it herself, she would leave something for the boy to remember of the other woman. Tonight, she wanted her son to wipe out his memories of everything and know the world only through his mother.

Now Ajay wanted to see her face. It had looked so radiant and glowing last night. His woman, his love, he wanted to see her again. And make love to her and have her make love to him.

His hand moved to the light switch and as he turned it on, he could see from the half lit profile of the face that it was not his beloved chachi. Dipti turned her head towards her son, and saw the shock on the boy's face. He quickly grabbed the sheets and tried to move away and cover himself. Dipti instinctively knew that he was not ready for this experience with her. It was now or never; she would lose her son if she didn't use lust and raw sex to drive past the hurdle of this being a taboo relationship.

She moved her head down, held her breath, and opened her mouth wide and closed on the still rearing and jerking cock. Her lips closed around the shaft and she let her saliva flow and reduce the challenge of having to taste him raw. Her tongue formed a channel which folded around the sausage-like cock. And she fucked him with her mouth with a determination to bring him to that point of no return which Shobha had referred: there could be realization that she was his mother, but she wanted no will in him to resist.

The cock which had shrunk a bit on the son realizing what was happening, regained its tempo of fullness and throbbing with the sensations of the mouth riding it. Her hair fell forward on his thighs and stomach and tickled and aroused him further. He couldn't see her face for the hair, which was just as well. It was a fantastic experience and felt better than the fist or the cunt, he thought to himself. And it felt no different than last night. He gave himself over to his own pleasure as his hips thrust into his mother's face and his hand rested on her head.

He felt the loss of control. The woman on his cock was pinching his nipples with her other hand. That hand also roamed to his face, fingers entering his mouth and fucking his mouth as it were. She had gone wild on him. She made loud slobbering noises as she fucked his cock. The cum in his loins was roiling up. His hips were moving and jerking with a life of their own. He didn't want to cum but he wanted to feel the orgasm.

"Maaaaa!" he hissed, "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop" he hollered. The cum surged up. Dipti moved her head off as she felt the first jet rise up. Her fist closed on the throbbing hose of pleasure and pumped and held him hard. The cum shot up and hit her on her face. She closed her eyes. The semen flowed in unending spurts and jerks. Her hands were coated with her son's sperm. "Wasted!" was the inexplicable thought that shot through her head.

She held him down. Her fist moving in rhythmic patterns. Of fucking then stopping, allowing the cock to jerk and spew in satisfaction. The boy groaned, "Maa, yeh aap ne kya kiya?" (Mother, what did you do?)

"What I should have long ago beta!" she replied. "You needed me, not your chachi or just any woman or girl. You are mine!" There was triumph in her voice as she watched the cock spasmodically release all his fluids. She held him, her fist opened and closed, providing the right stimulus to the jut of flesh now in her hands. There was messy cum everywhere. She had puddles of it in her palm, over her fingers and random shots that had landed on her gown. She smeared her face on the sheet covering his thighs to clean herself of his cum.

As she clambered on the bed to lie alongside her son, he moved to make her space. She made sure her hand remained on the cock, recording every tremor from his groin. Till he needed her, she was going to pleasure his cock, she thought to herself.

She placed herself so that his head was buried in her bosom. The hand which was on his cock, came up to the buttons of her gown. She wiped the messed up fingers on whatever cloth it encountered on its way; some on the sheets, some on the gown. She unbuttoned her gown. It had buttons way down the front. Funny, she thought. Night gowns are made with enough buttons to help them feed babies which they didn't have. It was an admission of the need to feed their husbands with their breasts.

Her chest was opened out to him. She pulled his head to her breasts and allowed her son to rest on them, crooning to him in low tones. She held him to her and said, "I am your woman. I am everything you want and need. No chachi, no woman can be to you what I am to you, understood?"

The bewildered boy nodded as he felt the soft breasts on his face. No he didn't understand. Mom, who was strict and so discipline oriented had in one night shattered all myths with her moves on him. Yes, he craved a woman with all those urges arising in him. But mom? She knew about chachi the previous night, that much was obvious.

His face automatically nuzzled the flesh of her breasts and he instinctively lipped the nipples. Not for the first time in his life, but in a very different way now. He noticed the turgidity of the nipples, hard and seeking attention. He realized that she was probably in a high state of arousal. He sensed that having made him cum she had placed his pleasure over her own release. Or was his release as satisfying for her as her own might have ever been?

The sucking in of the nipple was inevitable. Dipti sighed with contented arousal as she urged her son on. She pushed her breast more into his face. Ajay lifted his leg and placed it over his mother's hips. His cock was not flaccid, it was semi-limp. It wasn't hard but he was hardly satiated. He felt drowsy as the comfort of his mother's arms overcame him.

Dipti could not help feel disappointed as the regular breathing revealed that he was now asleep. She had convinced herself that his release would be the extent of her seduction. It was at odds with her disappointment that the famed rejuvenation capabilities of a youth were not to be had immediately.

The fire between her legs was awake, but she also felt comforted by the success of her attempt to create intimacy between her son and herself. She let herself hold him and sleep, half hoping that she would regain control and not allow this to lead to full-blown incest. Half her hope was that her son would awaken before her and take her the way she knew he could.




They had fallen asleep just from the comfort of being in each other's arms. In terms of satiation what they had consumed was just an appetizer; or the taking off of the edge of mad desire.

Dipti had just taken the first few steps in reclaiming her son Ajay from the influence of his aunt (her co-sister: that would be her husband's brother's wife). The aunt, Shobha, had taken the nineteen year old boy in a night of happy mistakes, when she entered her nephew's room and proceed to fellate him thinking it to be her husband. She realized the mistake very early, but it was too late from the point of view of the boy's unbridled lust having been unleashed. What followed was the woman satisfying her lust with a stud, and the boy having lost his virginity to the mature loving woman that was his aunt.

Dipti had noticed the coming and going in the night, and when Shobha confessed to what had happened, Dipti had felt the stirrings of a shameful lust for her own son. What was meant to be just a look at her son's sleeping form, ended up with her intending to masturbate him. And what has started as masturbation ended up with her going down on him and stroking and sucking him to cum. And then they had fallen asleep. The son had suckled his mother, and in the comfort of her arms drifted off. The mother had slept but torn between wanting more and wanting to stay the night.

Ever since Ajay had fucked his aunt, his cock would not subside. He had one prolonged erection which would recede only after he masturbated and within a very short time, it would be back again, swollen and demanding. Now, the very next night after his time with his chachi (aunt) his mother had pleasured him. That was a few hours ago and the testimony to that passage of time was his rejuvenated erection. He awoke, and realized he was in bed with a woman. That woman was his mother. When she had entered his room and taken his cock from his fist into her own hand, he had in his drowsy state, imagined it to be his aunt. When he discovered it was his mom he wanted to move away but his mother had taken him to a level of pleasure which was easy to succumb to.

As he lay there thinking of the events of the previous 24-odd hours, being taken by two women, his cock became raging hard in its state of arousal. His mother lay on his arm, her back to him. He turned towards her and snuggled up to her, his chest rubbing against her back and his arms going around her front. He remembered the aroused nipples that he had sucked as he snuggled in her arms before falling asleep. His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers found those nipples. He tugged at them and stroked the flesh, palming the nipple time and again. He hoped it would cause his mother to stir; maybe she would wake up and fuck him. He wanted to feel the woman, her wetness and her fucking.

He pressed close to her ass and aligned his cock along her ass and humped her through their clothing. He simulated fucking her, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her nightdress. Slowly he tried to lift his mother's gown but it was pinned under her. She stirred in her sleep and reached behind as she caressed his head.

"Beta, kya kar rahe ho?" she murmured. (Son, what are you doing?)

He kissed her ear and opened his mouth to say something, but he was at a loss for words. What could he say; that he wanted to fuck her? He thought it better to just kiss her and so he proceeded to give her ear a wet kiss. Dipti sighed as she felt the warmth and the arousal that his mouth caused. Her hand found his hand and she led his fingers to her crotch. She raised her upper leg, knee bent, giving him access to the waiting pussy. Ajay ran his fingers on the furry patch of hair. He tried to delve deeper but the hair was an obstruction and the young man had neither the experience nor the guts to go beyond and discover.

Dipti held his fingers and guided it still closer, her hand showing his fingers the edge of the crevasse. She pulled open her own flesh and stuffed his hands in, the initial wetness helping him prod further. She felt soft and he was afraid he might hurt her by trying to push in harder. Then the boy's hand swiftly moved away and he came at her from behind, between the legs under the ass and probed the same lips from bottom upward. He found a less hairy end of her cunt, and more wet and his fingers crept up the valley, going deeper as he climbed higher. Now his fingers entered the wet inner pool but it was middle finger which was ideally positioned. It slid in and the boy finger fucked his mom.

She gasped and wangled her legs to a wider position, the cunt gaping open and hardly fulfilled by a single finger sawing in and out. She moved her knees close and squeezed her thighs together, and it gave her immense pleasure as her flesh closed in on that one invading finger. And she flapped her knees open and shut like that several times, feeling the pleasure from the movement.

Ajay leaned on his elbow and reached over his mom. He knew she wanted more than one finger and he was now able to slide in two fingers into what was clearly a far more juiced up cunt.

"Oh beta!" sighed Dipti, pulling his face and turning to kiss him with an open waiting mouth.

He raised her leg now and his cock nosed her ass, staining her flesh. The son angled his cock to try entering mom from behind. She gasped at the audacity of the boy. She reached for his cock from between her thighs and directed the head to her cunt lips. She reamed her cunt with his wet cock, painting herself with his juices. He angled himself more, searching for the way in. she held him there when the angle was right. "Now push," she whispered. It did not even cross her mind that she was about to commit the ultimate act of incest. Ajay gripped her breast with his lower hand which was still wrapped around her chest. His other hand held his cock even as his mom made sure the trajectory of the missile was right. He thrust forward and sank into his mother's flesh with a shudder.

"Oh ma! You are so wet, so delicious, so exciting!" he gasped as he slid in deep and settled into her womb. His hand was now on her hip, pulling her close to him so as to embed him as far as he could. He could feel that there was more to go deep into her, but he seemed able to only fuck with the first part of his cock. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhhh! Beta, chod mujhe, fuck me!" pleased his mother.

The boy was shocked at the language but he could relate to her uncontrolled desire. He held his mother's hips and fucked her hard from behind.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, betaaaaaaaaaaaa! Isn't this what we wanted, my son, my love, my dearest?" she sobbed with pleasure. She could feel his fullness more than her husband had ever driven into her. But from her waking to her fucking was very quick and she wanted more control. She raised herself a bit and drove her ass back at the cock now firmly wedged between her legs. She pounded back and he pounded into her. They both grunted and squealed their pleasure and their effort at the fucking they were giving each other.

"Take mom, take. Tumhe yahi chahye than na?" he wailed, hammering away, enjoying the pleasure of the vast expanse of her skin which was caressing him in this position.

Suddenly, Dipti got too aggressive and the cock slipped out, the wet pillar smearing itself on her ass. "Haaaaaieeeee! No. Come back, here, here, take me!" she pleaded thrusting her ass back at him holding her legs apart, the upper one well in the air.

The inexperienced lad groaned as he thrust and shoved in vain. Then he pulled his mother back till she was flat on her back. Dipti held up her legs, knees bent in the classic missionary position that she had been used to taking for her husband. Ajay got between her legs. Once again, he needed help. Dipti reached between them and grabbed his cock, slippery and slithering with their juices. She guided the cock to her cunt and quickly her hands raced to grab his shoulder and ass and take his thrust in.

Ajay looked down at this mother's crazed face, the night gown wide open at the chest and large breasts lying flat and shimmering in the lights of the night. Somewhere, the necklace signifying her married status, the mangalsutra glinted in the reflections of night. He thrust forward and groaned loudly as the cock slide straight in, deep into the hot bubbling chasm. Dipti wailed her acceptance of the manhood in her with a loud "Haaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh! Haan beta, haan! Uh. Uh. Ha- uh. Huh. Hai! Yes!" she grunted with every animal thrust from her son.

He was wider, harder and more muscled than his father, she thought, bizarrely. The pleasure was amazing, with the excitement brought on by illegitimacy only greater. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder, his back and his ass as her hands raked her young lover's body.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on to her body as they continued to fuck. She twisted and turned her hips. She felt open and accepting. Fluids gushed down the love channel and the bed below them slowly but surely grew damp.

Ajay leaned forward to suck her breast. The combined effect of being sucked and fucked was too much for her. The biting at the breast led to tingling at the cunt. She exploded in one round of hot fluid orgasms as her body wracked and wriggled; every pore in her body exploded.

"Oh! Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" she blabbered, unmindful of the night and the noises it carried. Equally unmindful, she dug her nails into his ass and back deep enough to make red marks on one side, and draw blood on the other.

She pulled him down and hugged him to her, her face in the crook of his shoulder and head and she laughed as she felt her cunt tremble and fibrillate around his pulsing cock.

He was far from over and that she knew. And she knew how she wanted him to finish. She held him so close and cupped his ass so tightly that the only movement he could achieve was by wiggling his ass and humping her without moving his body.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Beta. Let mummy show you how," she whispered to him. And then she proceeded to stroke his back and hold him close calming him down. She could feel the still –twitching cock rest inside her. She let it be. There was lots to teach the young man. And lots to take given that she was not getting enough of what she wanted, and she just had redefined the meaning of that word: "wanting".

When he had calmed enough, she pushed him off. The young man rolled off his mother and was on his back. His arms were already outstretched as he prepared to receive his mother. He knew she would be riding him now and he was aching for her wet sheath to close around his cock again, quickly. Quickly! Urgently!

She looked down on him lovingly. Her Ajay! His hands were on her arms. She pushed him back and pulled the nightgown off over her head. And there she was, poised over him in her full naked glory. Her breasts hung, somewhat slouched but full and promising nevertheless. His hands were now on her bare shoulders, pulling her to him. He reached up with his mouth and tongued her breasts. They were long laving laps from his tongue, as if he were eating a cone ice-cream. She shivered in pleasure and threw her head back and pulled his head to the breasts, ever so ready to feed him.

The other hand reached down and gripped the soppy mess of a cock. It needed drying off. She gently pushed him back and kissed his chest, and tongued his nipples. Then his stomach and as she reached there her hair fell over his cock, staining her hair. She smiled; she would need quite a detailed bath in the morning, including washing her hair. A corner of her mind reminded her to do this before she came face to face with her husband in the morning. She used her night gown to cover the upward thrusting pillar and wiped him with a couple of thrusts. The boy winced as this proved a bit rough and painful.

The cock shrank a bit with that only to find itself smothered in her lips. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, her sheer inexperience at this overcome by the extreme desire to please.

Ajay's body was wracked with pleasure as he threw himself about, holding her head to his cock not letting her stop when she was ready to stop. As soon as she tried to lift her head off, she felt his hand restrain her head and she went into another bout of mouthing him. Her tongue focused on the head as she swirled him about.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" moaned the thrilled youngster. Now his mother raised her head and looked up at him; his eyes were shut and he was clearly ready to cum. She held him in her fist, not willing to leave the cock unattended.

As she straddled his body she knew that his enslavement to her had to be done methodically. She kneeled on one knee and placed her other leg outward so her body was completely open. She held the cock firmly to her lips and when she had him wedged at the entrance, she sank down. Ajay raised his head and leaned forward with a loud "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yes! Fuccccccccccccccccccck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he shamelessly used profanities to express his wild state. This was the same woman who had chastised him for years on language and manners.

She rested back on her heels, his cock firmly lodged in her womb and held his face in her hands. "Look at me," she ordered him. Her hips continued to rock gently, the cock never missing the stroking of her flesh. She did not want him to feel desperate. Ma was here to take care of his every need and she wasn't about to tease him.

"Who am I?" she asked, rocking gently, feeling the upper cupped chamber of her pussy slipping over the cockhead back and forth.

"Ma?" he stammered, unsure of whether he could describe her in such terms at a time of such intense desire and satiation.

"I am the woman to whom you have looked for everything for all these years, right?" she drove her point as she leaned forward a bit and took all her cunt down the full length of his cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Yes! My every need, ma! Yes!" he panted. His hands went to her ass and tried to pull her down and hold her there. He needed that sheath covering him, stroking him and he tried to gain command over the rhythm.

"You are not going to look at another woman for your sexual needs again, understood?" she raised her hips, and when poised over the aching cock, thrust down hard.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Boy! No, no, I am never going to need another woman in my life!" he thrust upward jabbing at her cunt with a few sharp thrusts of relief.

Now she leaned forward holding her hips comfortably over the cock so each could fuck the other, and her hands were positioned over his head so that her breasts hung over his face.

"Take what you need from your momma, okay?" she smiled down at him, the look on her face a mixture of kindness and lustfulness, in offering herself thus.

His lips reached her breasts and he started to suck on the nipples. Dipti shivered as she felt the nipples react and send tingling signals down to her cunt. She continued to rock gently back and forth as they fucked in the unhurried manner of a couple that had all night.

She balanced herself, a bit awkwardly on one hand, but found it necessary to massage her own mass of fleshy breast and feed the nipple to her boy. He sucked on it greedily, quickly replacing her hand with his own and meeting her need for being touched. He kneaded and massaged her breast and milked it into his mouth. His hips continued to thrust upward. Between her sliding down and his fucking up they managed to keep each others heat at bay or at least, at a manageable level of desire.

Now she sat back on this thighs giving him space to sit up. His cock popped out but it was necessary for her to get her legs around his hips and allow him to sit up. As he sat up his cock pressed against her belly. She looked down and saw the head, reddened and furious pressed between them. That exactly was where it was when she was riding him, she thought, except that it was inside her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Raising herself a bit, the cock quickly nestled back in her and now she rocked back and forth on his lap. The cunt slid over his cock again and again. Ajay had no control on the way his mother was squeezing every drop of his desire out. He tried to raise his knees but it dropped back under her weight.

"Ui maaaaa!" she gasped as the effect of this move by him lifted her up gently but dropped her back with ferocity and she slammed down on the cock. Her teeth dug into his shoulder as she took her pleasure and Ajay repeated the maneuver a few times. Dipti held his shoulders and tried to pound down on him to conquer the marauding cock. Mother son battled thus for a few sweaty minutes, with grunts and moans dominating the proceedings.

When the limbs needed rest, both settled back into rocking. The boy looked down and saw his mothers breasts pressed against his chest, caressing him as it were.

She now kissed him gently. Close mouthed, small and several all over his lips and face. She then hugged him close.

"Who is Shobha?" she asked him, coming back to complete her re-scripting of his sexual history.

He grinned at her. His cock swelled perceptibly at the import of the question. He fucked back at her. "Who?" he asked.

"No one, right?" she looked back at him with an intensity that defied description. But the fury of her fucking him with the rapid thrusts of her hips told him that she was someone he was to forget.

"She was to bring you to me. She has done that and now she is gone," replied Ajay.

"Yes, gone. Forever. Now it's me. And you," she concluded triumphantly.

She pushed him back. As the boy fell back she raised herself off him. She reached down for his cock and pumped it with her fist a couple of times. Then she descended on him with her legs closer together and her cunt muscles clenched. The cock had trouble sliding up but the juices flowing from her rapidly eased the task. She shivered as she felt that thickness once again.

Yes, Shobha was right. The boy was uniquely endowed. But she was going to keep him all to herself. She resumed fucking in right earnest plunging over the cock again and again.

"Come beta! Fill me. I am there to take care of you and every thing that you have to give!" she huffed as she exerted herself.

The breasts were flapping. The son did not know what to say in reply. He held her breasts in both hands, using them in effect to hold her up. The effect on her was electric as he mashed the breasts into her chest and rotated them.

"Unhhhhhhhhhh! Ha! Yah! Uiii maaaa!" she shuddered. Her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure. She pounded him mercilessly.

"Come beta, come! Fill mamma!" she pleaded.

The words did it. The stud youngster could have fucked her more, he knew it, and she knew it. She smiled at that thought. Unlimited pleasure lay there for her to take when she wanted, as she wanted. But they had both heard some door banging somewhere. Neither wanted Gopal to come and discover the wild animal incestuous ness in his own house. It would end many things; of all of those, the lust crazed woman and youth did not want this to end.

And so the lovemaking, no – the fucking, had to end. Ajay stopped the thrusting, allowing his mother to finish him. His eyes were closed. He alternated between holding those breasts and reaching up to lick them.

When the orgasm came, it started as a meltdown which grew into a roaring shot of cum as he blasted upwards. His mother, while she knew this was coming, was still surprised with the warm blast that spread inside her. "Oh!" she went. Her cunt had spasmed a million times this last hour or so and she had lost count and record of what she felt and how much of it she had felt. She reveled in the thrusts and jerks as the boy released his semen and surely – sperm, into her womb.

They slowed and jerked and thrust in shorter bursts and jabs as intensity gave way to satiation and a tenderness.

As she lay forward on him, her breasts pressed between them, Ajay kissed the top of his mother's head and caressed her long tresses.

"Ma. I will always be yours. I will marry only whom you want to me, when you want me to. And she can have only that much of me as you want her to have," he said softly.

She nodded. The boy had understood her intensity well. She now had sex out of the way. He would now think with his head and not be swayed by his need for sexual release. That was something she would provide him. Half because it gave her this control. And half because of the kind of man he was. Strong, virile and very capable.

There was so much to discover, so much to teach, she thought to herself. Now that she had crossed the Rubicon, perhaps all the things her husband was too staid to try?

She lay there, stroking the supine, gently heaving, sleeping body of her son. She had committed the ultimate sin. Strangely, she felt happy rather than guilty about it. The flood of emotions and the satisfaction of regaining her son had washed away the feelings of guilt.

Dipti set her mobile phone alarm for half an hour before her husband's usual waking up hour and settled down to rest on her son's broad shoulders.






They met in the kitchen. Again. It had been a while since that morning when Dipti and Shobha had met the last time in this kitchen. On that occasion Dipti had confronted Shobha for seducing her son. Thereafter, Dipti had gone about reclaiming her son; she joined him while he was masturbating, slept in the same bed and when they woke up somewhere in the middle of the night, they fucked like animals. Dipti had made sure the boy understood the power play. She left nothing to chance, explicitly spelling out what she meant in fucking him the way she did.

Life had not been the same for Dipti thereafter, obviously. All the things she saw on TV and video, but which her boring, sometimes tired husband could not help her realize, came true on that boy's bed.

However, mother and son were tactful and subtle in their sexual exchanges. It was never a stated need. It was never a topic of conversation between mother and son. And Dipti was surprised that the boy, who had become rebellious over the years, suddenly became responsible and responsive. Contrary to what one might expect, the atmosphere at home had changed to one of harmony rather than depravity.


The sexual chemistry was incredible but it was restricted to that bedroom. It was always some hour of the night, with Dipti making it to the room instinctively on the night when her son's need peaked. He needed more, but he got enough to keep him from getting desperate. Their other interaction was more affectionate and intimate than ever before but drew no particular attention.

And within that bedroom, it was whatever they fancied. Everything that she had seen in adult and porn movies made it to the program. And everything he had imagined, she let him do. Nothing was taboo, and satiation was complete as was the emotional bonding between mother and son.

Into this atmosphere returned the original seductress, Shobha. It had been a while and her husband, who was the brother of Dipti's husband, felt that a family visit was necessary. He had to travel on business and Shobha had wanted to accompany him. Kumar was clueless on the tryst that Shobha had had with Ajay and took her keenness as a desire to spend time in the fun atmosphere at his brother's house. She had pushed him to leave early the last time around and Kumar had worried about that because he did not want the women falling out and causing problems in the relationship he had with his brother. So Shobha's eagerness to return was a relief in that sense.

Shobha had spent the days in between the two visits wondering about her nephew, Ajay. The boy had been absolutely a stunner in bed. He had been pushy and aggressive in wanting her. The lust, once unleashed had been unstoppable. And their familiarity with each other, and their easy going relationship had helped them be less inhibited; though on reflection she felt that the sexual energy would have prevented them from being shy or measured in any fashion anyway.

It showed up in her bedroom, but Kumar, her husband, was no nineteen year old! As Shobha and Dipti had often discussed, the brothers were from a conservative and sheltered family in a smaller town while both the women were from bigger cities. Both found the husbands limited in their repertoire. The adult movies and porn stuff available nowadays improved the atmosphere; the men were able to get aggressive, but it did not spark their imagination.

So the bedroom sessions with Kumar were more violent with Shobha going down on him more often, taking him by surprise, fucking him in unexpected spots around the house. But she could do nothing about his slender dimensions. Nor could she prevent him from spilling his seed when over-excited, well before she was ready to finish. And he had never licked her or sucked her. Ajay had nuzzled her briefly and she wondered what might have happened if he had taken it the whole distance. The boy was inexperienced and they had just wanted to fuck in every way with a sense of urgency. Perhaps the next time......

And this was that next time; or was it? The women were in the kitchen in the evening clearing up after dinner. Ajay had blushed a deep red on meeting up with his chachi (aunt). He had not forgotten her, or the silky sheath that had plunged down on his cock in his first fuck ever. Or those lovely breasts, or that radiant face with sindoor and mangalsutra that looked up at him as she continued their sexual union. But he blushed because this was the first time they were face to face in bright light since that night. And since that night, he had more experiences and the emotional bonds with his mother which were meant to exclude this very woman.

"So, how has it been?" asked Shobha of Dipti.

"How has what been?" responded Dipti warily. She was not going to give away anything, least of all the intense relationship and bond which she had established with her son.

"Generally, time with Bhai sahab (elder brother)," Shobha pushed on. This was the euphemism for a discussion on the broad generalities of their sex lives. It usually led to an overall discussion on attitudes, stamina, and exploration and so on, but the last time it had been a bit graphic. In Gopal and Dipti's new house, sounds traveled and that had led to all the sexual drama in the house that previous trip.

"Ah, that," thought Dipti to herself. She had no need for him now, sexually. There was no way he could manage the stamina or imagination of his son. And she herself, for several reasons just preferred to go to the boys' room whenever she felt that need. In any case, his needs were in excess of her and she tried to anticipate the moment and chose to go across to his room when she felt the time was right. She never hesitated to wake him up, nor to stay and sleep after their fucking. It was so satisfying to lie in his arms. Sometimes he was her baby seeking comfort and strangely, sometimes he was all man, being protective about her. The relationship see-sawed between man-woman and mother-son.

"Didi, what happened?" asked Shobha, interrupting her co-sisters reverie.

"No, nothing. Was just thinking. Come let us go and sit in the hall," she said wiping her wet hands on her saree pallo and moving to that room.

The men folk had retired, both tired from their day's exertions. By the time the women had finished their kitchen clearing work they had had their chat and moved on. Ajay was nowhere to be seen and Dipti was happy for that. Shobha was uncertain on how to handle the situation with her nephew but their interaction had been normal during the day, though a bit restrained compared to the usual boisterousness and joking around. The usual touching in play was now a serious matter and both of them instantly recognized that.

Dipti lay back sprawled on the sofa allowing herself to relax completely. Shobha sat next to her, leaning forward her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped together. "Aap ne jawab nahi diya Didi," she persisted (You didn't answer me sister).

"Kya jawab!" snapped back Dipti a bit irritated. (What answer?). Couldn't the woman take a hint? "I don't need him anymore," she concluded on a softer note, surprised at having lost her cool.

"And why not?" Shobha asked, turning to face her co-sister. Dipti plucked at her saree pallo. "Are you getting it elsewhere?" asked Shobha impishly, her face breaking out in smiles and her eyes sparkling, accentuated by the dimples that formed. The coquettish way of asking the question broke the tension and opened up space for a fuller conversation.

Dipti sighed, "You know how seriously I take my marriage, dear. You really think I would go elsewhere?" She shoved Shobha's shoulder pushing her back in jest.

"Though you did" Dipti continued. It opened a new line of discussion. She was referring to Shobha's encounter with Ajay. They had never talked further on that. Dipti had gone into one of her reveries when they were talking about it the last time, and Shobha had mistaken that for disapproval. Dipti hadn't gone that far in her mind about the event as to approve or disapprove of what had happened; somehow she could relate to the woman's wanting her son, especially now that she had a first hand impression of what her son could be like in bed. The son's sexual desires were only to be expected to be that highly charged so there was no recrimination there, either. No, it was just that she wanted the boy to remain hers.

Shobha felt snubbed at that remark. It was as if she was morally inferior to Dipti.

"It was not that kind of an occurrence, Didi. It was our Ajay. He had a need and I have brought him up for many of those years. I saw nothing terribly wrong in meeting his need on that occasion especially since it was I who made that initial mistake. Don't hold it against me," she pleaded to Dipti.

"We never talked about it, did we?" replied Dipti, reaching out and placing a hand on Shobha's knee.

"I thought you were upset. I was scared and embarrassed which is why we went away," explained Shobha.

"But I wasn't upset!" said Dipti, her fingers pressing into the knee.

"Then why didn't you say so?" asked Shobha.

"I was lost in my thoughts and when I turned to you, you were already gone. I am not upset with you. A boy of his age was bound to have such feelings, and I accept that your mistake in going into that room was genuine. He is a strong young man, worth wanting anyway!" said Dipti.

"Yes, he was amazing! I enjoyed that experience. You know Didi, he was forceful and I liked that. He was aggressive and I wanted that manliness. I have missed that in Kumar. The lovemaking is so tepid and is more of a duty for him," she sighed. "Ajay may have spoilt me for ever. I keep wanting that buzz. But I guess that is in the past. The circumstances were peculiar to that night and I don't think I will allow a repeat."

She hung her head low as she said that. She knew she lying and she continued to want that boy and that buzz. Her loins were aflame at the mere thought of that night gone by. Dipti held her chin and raised the face to her. "Don't feel bad, dear. It is okay to want him. He is all that and more. I know. I know how that feels and he is worth every bit of that mental struggle."

Shobha sat up, stunned. "What are you saying?" she asked.

Dipti realized that she had in an emotional moment let slip that she had something may have happened between her and Ajay. She pulled Shobha close to herself and hugged her. The women held each other close and tight.

"What happened?" asked Shobha.

"I didn't want him to want anyone but me. And I could see that your lovingness had captivated him," whispered Dipti.

"So what did you do?" pushed on Shobha.

"I had gone to check whether everything was okay with him. It was the night after you left. He was masturbating and I was sure he was fantasizing about you. I could not bear that thought. I took over from him and then one thing led to another," confessed Dipti.

Shobha's hand wandered down Dipti's back as she felt her heat rising. "Did he suck your breasts the way he treated mine?" she asked. She had always been the more open one between the two of them, and once again she took the conversation to new ground.

"Yes, he did. I remember he did suck on you too," reminisced Dipti and her hand wandered back to weigh the younger woman's full and heavy breast. Her thumb found the nipple and she rubbed the nub to a nice solid turgidity.

Shobha gasped at the overtly sexual signal from her co-sister. She felt electric tingles spread through her body and pressed herself to the soothing hand. She felt so good! Her hand ran up and down Dipti's back and she caressed the bare back below the lower edge of her blouse. Dipti shivered at the caress. She let her face graze Shobha's cheek as passions soared. Dipti's other hand too came up to Shobha's other breast and both hands were identically placed; her hands were around her midriff; the fingers were around the torso, the palms cupped the weight of her breasts and the thumbs were on the nipples. She had larger breasts than Dipti for sure.

Shobha hunched, allowing space between the two of them so Dipti had more space to fondle her now-aching breasts. Her face caressed Dipti's face and soon lips grazed. "You are so lucky, Didi! You can have him every night," she murmured. Dipti felt Shobha's warm breath on her face. Her lips parted. The women kissed. It was a warm and wet kiss, open mouthed. The tongues intertwined and they tasted each other deeply.

"He loves breasts. My breasts are not as lovely and full as yours dear!" replied Dipti. "He must have enjoyed suckling on these," she continued. Her hands pressed the breasts through the blouse and the bra. She wanted to feel the warm, full flesh. She squeezed and kneaded the mounds of flesh, mounds that her son had sucked; was he more fervent with her than he was with his mother? wondered Dipti.

Shobha let go of Dipti and quickly her hands came to her blouse. She unhooked the blouse and let the front hang open and she also opened out the front-clasp of her bra. Soft, pendulous breasts hung out. The blouse and bra hung open allowing Dipti a full view of the breasts, brown and full, with nipples that were like milking teats. Dipti gazed at the beautiful sight, her first look at a woman's breasts other than her own. They were soft and the way the blouse lay open, with the mangalsutra necklace decorating the cleavage made Shobha look even more sensuous.

She wanted to apply her lips exactly where her son had. Shobha held her breasts in her own hands, offering them to Dipti. Dipti leaned down and licked the longish nipples. Shobha gasped and while she continued to hold up the breast which was being treated, her other hand came to rest on Dipti's head, encouraging her on. "Oh, Didi!" she sighed.

Dipti sucked in the breast and held the nipple inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled the nipple the way she used to swirl Ajay's cockhead in her mouth. This was new territory, her first time with a woman. But as another woman, she instinctively knew what Shobha would like and her own desire was to relive her son's moments of passion with this woman. It was impossible not to want her; she was full, pouting, impish and wanton. Tonight she was going to take this woman and let her take Dipti where she willed. She thought she felt milk, and she was soon sucking on the teat-like nipple as if to really milk her. Small sucking sounds and lapping sounds emanated from Dipti's mouth joining with the fleshy breast.

"What else did he to do you? Did he also lick you down there?" asked Shobha. "Ouch!" she yelped as Dipti used her teeth to tease her nipple some more.

Dipti looked up, "Down where?" she asked.

"Between the legs," replied Shobha, as she massaged the other breast which was feeling neglected and was beginning to ache from the need for attention.

"Between the legs!" asked Dipti incredulously, leaving the saliva coated breast to look up at Shobha. "What can a man do with his lips down there?" she asked, and went back to sucking the breast, this time sliding the nipple in and out of her mouth like it was a little penis and her mouth was a cunt.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Didi! Suck me, suck me, oh yes, milk me!" Shobha begged as the action sent a jolt of electricity to her cunt.

"Here, this is where it goes, that tongue," said Shobha. She placed her palm on Dipti's stomach causing her to take her breath in sharply. Then the hand slid down, past down the older woman's stomach, past the curve of her belly and toyed with the strands of hair that had strayed out of her panties. Dipti hefted herself up and kneeled on the sofa, her breasts now in Shobha's face and her groin area open to the younger woman's predatory moves.

Shobha had to remove her hand as there was no space for her to move her hand. She now reached under the saree and slid her hand up reaching the top of the panties on the side of Dipti's hip. She tried to pull down the undergarment and was only partially successful. Her fingers found the crotch and felt dampness and heat as evidence of Dipti's aroused state, though no such evidence was really needed.

Dipti bunched up her saree and petticoat and held her panties and peeled it down half way down her thighs and then went back to holding Shobha to her breasts. Shobha rubbed her face into Dipti's chest and the panties were pulled still lower. The bubbling cunt was now open and Shobha used her fingers to caress the lips gaping in their inflamed state.

"Didi, lie back!" whispered Shobha. "I need to show you how a tongue feels."

Both women stood up, Dipti dizzy with anticipation and Shobha drunken with the feelings coursing through her body. Dipti lay back and Shobha knelt over her, pulling down those panties and removing them completely. The saree and petticoat were bunched up over her hips. The pallo of the saree still across her blouse, which itself bore wet saliva marks from Shobha's desperate mouthing of the breasts. Shobha's own breasts swung about as she moved, her blouse and bra flapping with her movements.

The scene was intoxicating. Shobha with her blouse undone, and breasts swollen with the attentions of Dipti's lips on her. Her long nipples were turgid and seemed ready to be sucked and milked, and achingly swollen. She was prone over Dipti who had her legs spread, one on the back of the sofa and the other resting on the floor, her clothes pushed up and stretched to the limit as her body strained at the confines.

"This is what your son did to me, Didi," she whispered and she slid down to place her head between the legs and nuzzled Dipti's pussy. She felt wetness on her face. She came up to rest on Dipti, her chest on the other woman's chest. She looked Dipti in the eyes, "That's what he did," she whispered.

"Is that all?" asked Dipti, puzzled.

"That's all," replied Shobha, adjusting her breasts as Dipti's mangalsutra locket poked her. "Because he was only trying to prevent me from leaving him. This was when I realized my mistake and wanted to go. Ajay somehow knows that this tonguing is a huge turn on. He must've seen it in some porn movie."

"Maine bhi dekha hai, lekin (I too have seen those movies, but..) I don't know what happens next. There is lots of sensation and tenderness down there. Your Bhai Sahab uses his fingers sometimes and that feels nice. But fucking is fucking, though Ajay's cock feels so different," wondered Dipti aloud.

"I know a bit more, though none of that happened that night," said Shobha, and she went back down between her co-sister's legs. She knew how she would have liked to be treated and she licked Dipti's thigh on the inside. Slowly her lips made their way to the bushy patch between her legs. She had more hair than Shobha, who kept her pubic hair trimmed, even if not fully shaven. The wetness from Shobha's mouth settled down the hair and soon she was able to reach the warm, waiting flesh.

"Ui maa! Choteeeeeeeee!" gasped Dipti, her hand caressing the head between her legs. (Oh! My younger one!)

Shobha looked up and asked, "Kya hua Didi?" (What happened sister) knowing perfectly well what was happening.

"Your tongue.....!" she shuddered, and her hips started to move against Shobha's face. Shobha felt the cunt yawn open as her tongue continued to stroke the labial lips. Dipti drew up her knees to allow more space for Shobha to reach deeper. Her hands held Shobha's ears and she humped the face between her legs.

Shobha tongue lapped at the cunt, making loud slurping noises. Dipti started to jerk her hips. One of Shobha's hands headed upwards and held down Dipti's stomach. It roamed further, feeling for her breasts which were hopelessly trapped in the layers of bra, blouse and the wrapped pallo of her saree. Shobha's tongue knew what it was looking for, even though she didn't have enough experience of this. Her own cunt and clit were throbbing for attention and she was intently imagining the corresponding places in Dipti's pussy.

The tongue tip snaked out and gently probed the upper reaches of the pussy. Her first clue at having found her mark came when suddenly Dipti let out a low scream and her fingers dug into Shobha's head. Shobha slowly retraced the recent path of her tongue and was rewarded with another jerk from Dipti's pussy. She knew she had her target and she settled down to focus on the newly uncovered (virgin?) clit under her tongue. She wiggled her tongue on the narrow nub exciting Dipti. The hand on her head started to rub, and continued to rub Shobha harder and harder as pleasure coursed through her entire being.

Shobha's hand on Dipti's breast clutched hard as she tried to find the nipple and tease and excite that part of her. Dipti frantically reached for her own blouse to open herself up to Shobha. She ripped the blouse hooks and the bra encased breasts were now exposed. But the bra itself had its hooks at the back. Shobha couldn't wait and her hand pushed up the bra so the breast was exposed to her hand. She clutched at the flesh, pumping the breast.

Dipti sat up and reached behind under her blouse to try and unhook her bra. As she sat up she saw her co-sister lying between her legs, the head plunged in deep between her thighs. Her sitting up made Shobha lose the clit and Dipti missed the exciting lashing and quickly wanted to get this job done and lie back and give Shobha full access once more. The bra came undone and Dipti quickly pulled up that obstructing garment up and around her neck, both breasts now as open as Shobha's. She wanted hands on her breasts, she wanted Shobha's lips and she wanted too, to not leave Shobha unattended, but for the moment it would have to be her own selfish desires.

She quickly lay back, this time finding the small cushion from the sofa and shoving it under her hips, offering her inflamed labia more open and spread out to the waiting, impatient Shobha. As she looked around for that cushion, she had noted that the both of them were lying in a state of undress, unmistakably in a compromising position, lust and emotion driving them wilder and deeper into each others arms. They risked being discovered but this lust seemed at that moment worth any chances they were taking. The bigger risk which neither wanted to take, was to stop now and miss this opportunity with the other woman.

Dipti gasped as Shobha's tongue resumed its journey to a climax which was long awaited. Each lash of the tongue seemed to awaken a new zone deep inside Dipti. Each stroke created a sensation completely new to her. The sensations from a cock within her, even Ajay's cock, at best sent waves through her pussy walls. Even the orgasms which Ajay had taken her through coursed through a completely different part of her body.

But what Shobha's tongue was doing started something deep inside her womb. The tingling she felt at the tips of her breast and the rising and falling crescendo of the pleasure waves in her suggested that this newly found body part was the single point of focus for all sexual highs in her system.

Shobha felt small surges of fluid from Dipti as her cunt started to flow freely. She felt a vacant ness within her own cunt. God, she was on fire! She needed satiation too and this need brought about a sense of urgency in her. The sooner she completed Dipti the sooner the attention could turn to her. And perhaps Dipti felt the same vacuum in her cunt too? She wondered and then thought her fingers could provide Dipti with a sense of fullness. She slid in two of her fingers and marveled at the heat and simmering wetness they encountered.

Her woman's intuition on what another woman might seek was so right. Dipti screamed and a low guttural moan started deep in her throat as her cunt grabbed at Shobha's invading fingers. The fingers probed her inner depths and Shobha touched and caressed her, inflaming her even more. The touches were brief and Dipti wished at certain points that Shobha would linger longer, but she was in the throes of all sorts of surging passion and could not communicate anything more than her clutching, her gripping, her moans and her sighs.

The explosion, when it came surprised both of them. Dipti was violent in the way she let go of her body as the orgasm coursed through her entirety. Her body convulsed of its own accord and she thrust her hips up and down fucking an imaginary penis. Shobha did her best to keep her tongue on the key spot but Dipti was uncontrollable. Shobha clutched Dipti's breast ever harder, pinching and maybe hurting the other woman. But Dipti enjoyed and reveled in every bit of contact, sighing, even laughing as she came.

"Oh yes, Shobha, yes! This, this, oh yes, go on! Take me more and more!" she sobbed. Her hands were rough in their passion but tender and communicative in their message as she caressed and touched Shobha wherever she could.

She bucked in ever shallower thrusts. "Yes, my dear! Take me, take as much. I love you. This is amazing. Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she ranted as orgasm after orgasm rippled out of her system. "Nothing, but nothing... not even Ajay is this!" she shivered.


She pulled Shobha up, cupping her under her armpits and pulled her face to her own face. There were streaks of her own juices on Shobha's face. An ever grateful Dipti kissed her warmly on the lips and Shobha rested on Dipti. Shobha gasped as she felt the breasts of her elder partner on her breasts. It felt amazingly warm and comforting. She adjusted herself and rubbed her breasts so that the nipples were toggling each other.

"Did he take you to this heaven which you just showed me?" asked Dipti dreamily as she cuddled Shobha.

Shobha shook her head to indicate the negative. "He didn't go far enough. I don't know if he knows. And I was so hot for him, I wanted him inside me!" she replied. "You never got a chance to tell me how far and how much he did with you, Didi!" she asked.


The equation between the women had changed. Dipti sighed. Her hands rested now on Shobha's ass and she gently caressed the length of her body wondering where to start the story from.

"He did with me, or I did with him? I just gave him everything that I thought he would want to experience with a woman," she said stroking the younger woman's head as she rested on her shoulder. She felt the breasts pressed against her own breasts and sighed, feeling good. Her hands slowly collected the saree in her hand and she bunched it up in an attempt to expose Shobha and try and return some favors.

Suddenly Shobha raised her head and looked down into her Didi's face. She had an impish smile on her face as she asked her playfully, "Did you enjoy that hardness of his body and that pleasure which he is able to give with his cock?"

Dipti nodded and pushed Shobha off. She got up and unwound the saree from her body and laid it out on the carpet. She then held Shobha's hand and made her stand up. Shobha's saree was already half done and only the part wrapped around her waist remained, that too mostly was undraped. She looked at the woman standing, her breasts heaving in excitement and the blouse and bra hanging open. Shobha had her hair untied and smoothed the hair back over her head. It made her look ever more delectable. Dipti leaned forward and hugged her, and her lips closed over Shobha's lips, tongue sliding in and out of her lips.

She spoke as she kissed, "Lie down, I need to return you some favors."

Shobha slid to the floor and lay down on the soft saree which had been spread over the carpet, between the sofa and the centre table.

"I don't know as much as you but let me try and build on what you just did to me," said Dipti as she straddled Shobha's chest. She leaned forward and smacked her face with her breasts, wiggling them in her face and teasing her. Shobha leaned forward to try and lip the tits that were bouncing around in front of her. Dipti laughed and slid lower down till she was sitting on the thighs. She undid the petticoat chord and slid the garment lower. As she went lower, she took the inner skirt off, and now reached up to pull down the panties.

Shobha raised her hips and allowed her co-sister to peel down the wet and unnecessary undergarment. She now lay nude, except for the blouse on her shoulder which anyway hung open. Dipti's eyes focused on the well trim turf between Shobha's legs. She felt her mouth salivate and wondered what kind of bodily reaction that was! Slowly and deliberately Dipti lifted one leg and placed it on the table and then equally carefully lifted and put the other leg on the sofa.

When Dipti dived between those legs and attacked the cunt, in a crude but strong way, it reflected her lack of skill at this new task at hand. But her hunger to taste and pleasure the other woman was so blatantly obvious as she sucked and tongued her with vigor.

Shobha found her body leaping up as the assault was too much and too intense; more than she could bear. But Dipti was brutal in pushing her back and forcing to lie back and take whatever was given to her.

"Didi!" begged Shobha. "Aram se, please?" (Take it easy)

Dipti growled and cupped her ass and fed herself on the wide open cunt. She used her teeth mercilessly, nipping at the tenderest of inner flesh. She bit the thighs; she licked and probed the cunt deeply with her tongue. She tongue fucked the woman and used the flexibility of the tongue to push into the warm inner folds.

Then, very roughly, she thrust two and then three fingers up the now-sobbing Shobha's throbbing pussy. The assault, while in parts painful, was also erotic in the urgency it conveyed. Shobha held the table with one hand and the sofa with the other to steady her body to the ongoing thrust and parry.

Shobha's yawning cunt took in more of Dipti's fingers than the latter had imagined. Dipti fucked her hard with her hand, Shobha's body thrusting up and down with the fucking movements. Then Dipti remembered how "Chotee"- the younger – had sucked her clit and made her explode. She also remembered the spot inside her which Shobha had touched which was thrilling but had concentrated enough on.

Dipti's mouth joined her fingers at the cunt and she made loud sucking noises as her lips competed with her fingers for space to attack the pussy. She wiggled her fingers and found a similar rough patch in Shobha just up and behind the clit. The tongue strafed the clit and the fingers wiggled on the rough patch. Shobha started to wail, "Dideeeeeeeeeee, suck me, fuck me, oh my god, you are such a..... Such a ..... Such a......aaah, aaaaaahhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Such a what? What? What?" demanded Dipti. She had come up to face Shobha, her face now smeared with the woman's juices. With each 'what' she hard-fucked her fingers up the cunt.

Shobha sobbed in pleasure and ecstasy, "Bitch! Didi, bitch! Oh suck me, go down, I need your tongue there, take me, please, please, please......"

"And my fingers? You don't need them?" responded Dipti, cruelly vacating the pulsating cunt and withdrawing her fingers.

Shobha clutched at her wrist and thrust her hand back, "give me everything, give me all you got, then give me some more, morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!" That last 'more' was the response to the thrusting of fingers up her throbbing cunt. But Shobha needed more tongue than Dipti was currently providing. She sat up and Dipti moved up to hug her. But Shobha wrestled her to the ground and pushed her back. Her breasts were heaving in the exertion and she looked magnificent as she loomed over Dipti, her stomach bellowing and her body in half crazed mode.

She quickly straddled Dipti and waddled her way up her body till her pussy was over her face. Then Shobha lowered herself, planting her cunt firmly on Dipti's lips. Dipti clutched the woman's ass and gobbled at the cunt so offered. She tongued the clit mercilessly and from behind and under her ass her fingers played with the splayed open lips of the pussy.

Shobha maneuvered her cunt to reach her clit to Dipti's tongue. Dipti kneaded the ass and her fingers delicately probed the cunt lips as she diligently and faithfully tongued Shobha's offered sweet spot.

Neither woman anticipated what happened next. Not Dipti because that was not how she had orgasmed. Not Shobha because this was practically her first clitoral cumming. But the thrusting of her hips and spreading of labia had exposed the tenderest and almost all of the highly erogenous zones to Dipti's marauding tongue. And the accurate, unwavering lashing from Dipti's tongue triggered an intense orgasm.

Shobha was prone and open, so when her orgasm hit, her insides seemed to just melt. A gush of fluid poured out of her and her stomach contracted with each orgasmic squeeze. Each contraction released a squirt of amber fluid. Shobha groaned loudly and her hands reached for her own breasts which she pinched, mauled and twisted to provide relief to exploding aches there. Her womb expanded and pushed out her insides. Dipti felt the swollen mass of some organ press against her lips and tongue as it pushed outward. Shobha lost control of everything and her body squeezed itself out till she farted loudly. The shower of fluid didn't stop. Squirt after squirt poured on to Dipti's face.

Dipti wanted to squeeze everything out of her co-sister and her hands were busy kneading and pumping her ass. Instinctively her throat closed to avoid swallowing the flood of liquid, which she immediately knew was a fluid not familiar to her, but she didn't know what it was.

Soon she needed to breathe and as she inhaled, she swallowed a load of the juices. She continued to tongue the cunt over her head because she could feel the body vibrating and she knew the pleasure was still coming over Shobha in waves. As she continued, she realized that what had been a slick and slime-like viscous fluid had given way to a watery and highly polished length of flesh. Shobha's body sagged as the earth shattering orgasm drained away all of her. She let herself down on Dipti, her cunt smearing downward and her stomach coming onto Dipti's face. The wetness between her legs spread on Dipti's breast and as it continued its southward journey the mess went on to her torso. Both women had each other's juices and their own fluids every where on each other.

Shobha enjoyed the feeling of Dipti's face on her stomach and of Dipti's breasts cushioned on her pussy. She slid to the floor so that both women were now sideways facing each other. As Dipti wiped her face on Shobha's body, Shobha put her leg over Dipti and ground her cunt into the other woman's thigh.

They clung to each other in that position. Nothing had prepared them for the intensity of this experience with each other. It seemed so uncomplicated and so much more fulfilling than anything they had experienced thus far.

As they lay there, Shobha still trembling and shivering from the intensity of her cumming, and Dipti sobered from the shared experience and regaining her senses, they caressed each other, hands never idle.

"There is no competition here, Didi," murmured Shobha soothingly. "He is yours and so am I. You can keep us and take us as you wish. If I can have this kind of loving from you I don't think I have any energy or need for anyone else." She sighed contentedly.

Those words reminded Dipti that there was a whole world around them, with others who were included in that definition of 'anyone else'. She turned her head to survey the room and where they were lying. Cushions, clothes and furniture lay scattered. It would be impossible to dress back to the condition in which they had arrived in this room. She kissed Shobha's hip which she had been peering over. Shobha reached between them and held Dipti's breast, toying with it idly.

"Choti, we better get up and get going before we are spotted here like this," suggested Dipti.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, no!" protested Shobha, ducking for a mouthful of Dipti's breast.

"Noooooooo!" protested Dipti pushing her away. "We will have enough time later, to love and lie and sleep together. Right now lets move."

She got up and picked up a bunch of her garments and holding them to her chest to cover herself headed to the stairs. As she walked away, Shobha devoured the sight of her from behind. Her Didi looked so fuckable, God! At the foot of the stairs, Dipti turned around and looked back at Shobha who was still sitting on the carpet.

Her breasts hung open, still, as did the blouse. Dipti could have spent the rest of the night with her face in those breasts, caressing and loving her 'Choti'. But not for nothing was she the 'Didi' and responsibly, she climbed the stairs calling the night to a close.






Shobha lay back in bed, weak from the sexual marathon she and her co-sister had engaged in.

This was her first visit to Dipti's place after the time when she inadvertently seduced her nephew, Dipti's son. On that visit she had taken the nineteen year old's virginity. Since then, Dipti who was deeply possessive of her son had decided that she could not afford to let Ajay lust after his aunt. She took him and gave herself sexually to him, making sure that she erased all memories of his saucy aunt. Dipti could see that Shobha was utterly desirable and she wouldn't blame her son if he started hungering for that luscious woman.

To break that hold Dipti made sure she visited her son's room often enough to ensure that he remained sated. She also stayed away enough to make sure she didn't become his habit. It was after all, fundamentally a taboo relationship. There was a fine line between bonding and comforting through sex and outright debauchery. And she didn't want to cross that line, even by mistake.

On this visit of Shobha's, both women exchanged notes on Ajay. Shobha was intrigued that her co-sister had been bold enough to break taboos and sexually engage her own son. As Shobha and Dipti exchanged notes, the arousal was dramatic. With each woman having told the other all, there were no barriers left. In lust, they melted into one another.

The women discovered that a fully intense pleasure and release from one another could come only with tonguing. First she tongued Dipti. And then Dipti returned the favor only to be shocked by the flooding from her pussy. Dipti flowed in the same way when Ajay fucked her. (Her husband just about managed to cum himself, so her pleasure in those encounters was limited.)

But Shobha discovered a new dimension to orgasm. The energy with which she took Dipti was compounded by the intensity with Dipti made her cum. Finally, when Shobha returned to her bedroom she was ragged and tired from the exertions. In a few months of visits, taboo sex and now a warm lesbian relationship with her co-sister had transformed her.

And for all the intensity, the uniqueness of feeling a woman's breasts and the connect, there remained the strong feeling in both of them, that a man was needed after all. There was something about the filling of the womb with a throbbing hot member. Preferably, Ajay's manliness.

As she lay there, drowsy with sleep and exhaustion, her mind wandered to the strong youth who was in bed in the room across the corridor. She had had him only once. But Dipti had feasted on the boy. Shobha's loins incredibly, stirred with lust at the thought of that young man. She wanted him, to feel his youthful vigor. She also wanted to teach him to eat her out. She wanted to cum on his face the way she had on Dipti's.

She did not know when she fell asleep. Even as those lustful thoughts ran through her brain, her body succumbed to sleep. She awoke in the wee hours of the night. She felt fresh and her mind straightaway went back to the lustful thoughts of her nephew. Shobha crept out of her room and slid into her nephew's room with the hunger of a tigress on a hunt.

She had tried to be as quiet as possible to make sure she didn't wake up anyone. She wanted all the time she needed to feast on Ajay. But she need not have bothered. As she entered the room she could make out the outline of a woman atop the boy. It could only be Dipti. She watched as the woman shook and shuddered riding the supine body under her. The breasts were jiggling as Dipti groaned out in pleasure as her son's cock, embedded up in her, gave her all the pleasure she wanted.

"The bitch!" thought Shobha, "She just had her fill of pleasure from me and now she wants him too," she cursed inwardly. She herself felt that way but that was not what was running in her mind. It was jealousy that Dipti had beaten her to Ajay' room. Dipti was riding her son vigorously, her head flailing and her hands playing with her breasts and resting on Ajay's chest for support. She still had on her bangles and her gold chain around the neck. They tinkled as she bounced, serving as reminders of the traditional background of all the dramatis personae. Each of those jewelry items was traditional in design and worn by tradition.

The wanton display from Dipti made her Shobha's juices flow. They had already moistened her walls as she walked towards Ajay's room in anticipation. But now there was a flow. And her co-sister did look radiant with all those adornments.

Shobha wanted in. The only way she could have her release was by fucking Ajay. She needed that throbbing, stocky cock plundering her. She had fantasized about him for months between the two visits. She had discussed him with Dipti and got turned on. Both women had fallen on each other and feasted. All turn-ons had been taken care of by furious and vigorous masturbation. Now she needed the young man himself; nothing else would do.

With determination to retain some of his erection for herself Shobha stepped forward. She grabbed Dipti's shoulders and pulled her to herself. Her hands grabbed the woman's bouncing breasts and clutched them, giving a shocked Dipti the relief of her grip and caress. Dipti was sobbing out her orgasms as Shobha clutched her. At any other time she could have stopped Shobha. But her cunt was in meltdown, her breasts were aching and Ajay was busy thrusting up. She wanted his hands on her but that was not happening. The boy was barely awake and hardly ready to respond when his mother started marauding him.

Nipples aching, head and neck not in control Dipti was beside herself. The precise moment when Shobha touched her shocked her. But instinctively, she knew it was a woman's hand and that could only be Shobha. She gratefully accepted the womanly caresses and the firm grip on her tits, postponing all thoughts of the incongruence of the situation to later.

She put her arms around Shobha and using the support of that woman, rammed down on Ajay's hard-as-ever cock.

"Shobha –ah –ah –ah –ah!" sobbed Dipti as orgasms wracked her body. She too had gone to bed aroused and had awoken all aroused and thinking of both Shobha and Ajay. She came to Ajay to quench the fires already in a state of wild arousal. She had thrown the sheet back and with a quick manipulation of his cock, focused on her own pleasure. From her swollen cunt, the orgasm was near-instant.

It was Ajay who found his mother's fucking rough and painful at first. The copious flow from the ramming cunt drenched him. His mother's wild state left him with little to do. He watched in fascination at first when she posed atop him in dramatic views of flailing breasts and rippling body. Then he was shocked when he saw someone entering the room.

And his cock jerked to a new hardness when his mother sobbed out his aunt's name. "Shobha, you shouldn't be here! Go away," pleaded Dipti as she clung on to the more generously built woman's frame. It was heavenly hugging her and feeling her soft yet firm hands on her aching tits. But in front of her son? This had to stop.

She tried pushing Shobha away but the struggle only added to the eroticism. It was a sexual wrestle. Shobha was still wearing a bed sheet knotted around her breasts. From the hall downstairs where she and Dipti had sucked orgasms out of each other, both women had just managed to grab a random selection of clothes to appear modest. Shobha had collapsed on her bed, just clutching the odds and ends to cover herself. When she moved out of her bed to Ajay's room she swept out with a bedsheet. That proved most useful now that Dipti was groping for her body.

She was groping for her to push her away. But that would come later. First would come the contact of warm flesh upon flesh. Shobha wantonly allowed the bedsheet to unravel and Dipti's determination to push her way was badly dented. She gasped as she felt Shobha luscious tits once again. The grappling continued amidst the humping of her son.

The boy was writhing from the mauling his cock was receiving at Dipti's cunt. As Dipti made up her mind to push away the intruding woman, Shobha slyly slid her hand down the other woman's belly. The hand reached the moist hot valley between the two bodies. Her fingers expertly reached for the splayed open clit as Dipti pounded down on Ajay. She strummed the clit and teased the mother as she fucked the son. Her fingers opened to ride down across the pillar of flesh – Ajay's cock - reaming Dipti.

"Chachi!" gasped Ajay as he called out to his aunt in agonized pleasure. "Yes beta," replied the aunt huskily, looking deep into Dipti's eyes. Dipti's lips were agape and eyes glazed as Shobha squeezed another tremor out of her clit. She raised and dropped herself on Ajay, twisting and turning to the pleasure. Shobha's other arm went under Dipti's armpit gently prising her off the cock from the grip of the cunt.

Shobha was nervous Ajay would spill himself before she had a chance to feast on the cock. She needed that in her cunt and now. She abandoned finesse for her share of the loot and pulled Dipti up.

Dipti wailed in frustration as she felt him being sucked out of her. She tried to wriggle back but Shobha proved more able. She rapidly formed a pointed clutch of five fingers and rammed them up the grabbing, pulsating cunt. Even as she was grateful for the filling of the vacuum in her cunt, Dipti convulsed at the pain the pointed rough thrust of fingers.

Ajay groaned in agony as his orgasm fell back from where it was rising. Shobha pushed Dipti back and both women fell back, Shobha on top of the woman she was sexually assaulting.

The open sexual war between the women left Ajay bewildered. Both women were objects of his deep desire and he was desperate for his own satiation but not at the risk of alienating either. He didn't know how to exercise his preference for one or the other. But his hands wanted to feel his chachi's full cushiony breasts and her bubbling hot cunt was a memory over which he still masturbated. He would love to have her. Yet here was mother, who made sure he never missed womanly comfort.

Slowly his hand wandered downward to take charge of his lonely if messy cock as his aunt devoured his mother.

And that was exactly what she was doing; devouring her. Fingers stabbed up the cunt and in the other hand was a twisted and tortured breast of Dipti's. Shobha's tongue was deep inside Dipti's mouth as the she breathed into her mouth as the other woman moaned her delight into her throat. Out of thee corner of her eye Shobha saw Ajay stroking himself. Her hand left Dipti's cunt and shot out to grab Ajay's wrist. She pulled his hand off the cock and whispered into Dipti's mouth, "Didi, dekho, hamara Ajay," (Sister, look, our Ajay)

With that sentence she set the agenda of a shared passion rather than a sexual predatory war between them for Ajay. That was exactly what both women had agreed while suckling on each other earlier on. It was easy to agree on everything in the heat of cum smeared faces sliding on each others bodies, lips kissing and hands caressing one another.

But in front of her son, Dipti felt hopelessly compromised and threatened as well. When Shobha characterized Ajay as "our" Ajay Dipti looked at her son, and watched the brutally aggressive Shobha changed into tender loving maternal figure; her hand was ever so gently and feather like moving up and down that marvelous specimen of manhood. Neither of their husbands were so specially endowed. Nor did they know how to use whatever they had. And Ajay had proved a great stud to have around by remaining shy; responding manfully but never demanding sexual favors.

For Ajay, yes, there was the sexually liberating experience of being dramatically seduced by women he had long admired. In hindsight, it seemed that much of his admiration was longing for those bosoms and the mystical dark secrets of a woman that magically attracted him. But somehow, Ajay never overcame his shyness or awe of his mother or of his Chachi.

At least, in his mother's case there had been a lot of coming and going. Still it was mostly in the dark and there were implicit "rules"; he never went to his mother – she came to him. Till she came to him and outside his bedroom, she was 'Mom', strict and all. Affection had grown but their physical sharing of that affection and the sexually explosive interaction was always by the soft shadows of night in his bedroom.

In his aunt's case, she had always been saucy and desirable and she had been the center of many a fantasy prior to the night of pleasurable mistakes. And that sauciness merely bubbled forth in their one sexual encounter. Secretly, even as he screamed to Dipti that she would be the only woman he could lust in that fashion, there were many nights when he shagged to the memory of his aunt mouthing him, sucking him, and fucking him.

He also had briefly tasted her pussy and now, after more of mum, he wanted to go further. Both Shobha and Dipti had simulated the effect of a cunt on his cock with their lips. He wanted to fully return the favor. But there was no asking, talking or telling. Both women were seniors in the rather structured Indian family and both relationships were seriously taboo. He stayed within the confines of that fearing the loss of his private sexual paradise.

He never spoke to anyone about it and never pushed the envelope by asking his mother to do more than what came naturally n their encounters. So the shyness remained and that explained the shock of having his mother and aunt openly acknowledge their relationship with him, in front of him. And demonstrating their own lust for one another, something he had not imagined. He knew he had a new scenario to fantasise upon and masturbate between sessions with his mom.

He watched in disbelief as Shobha tugged away her bedsheet-wrap and opened out her body to mother and son. Her body was all curves with heavy succulent breasts, in between them in the deep valley nestled her gold mangalsutra reminding everyone of the sheer illicitness of these events. She was saucy with the desirability of a mature, experienced woman.

As her fingers played the cock she rubbed her body against Dipti's. Dipti was slick with sweat from her exertions and Shobha luxuriated in smearing herself with the other woman's perspiration. Dipti thrust back up at Shobha even as she watched her son gaze reverentially at Shobha. As her body undulated in search of pleasurable contact, her pubic region rubbed against Shobha's less-than-flat stomach. Shobha felt a smear of a wet, warm, soppy, mess which was a testimony to how drenched Dipti was in her brief fucking of Ajay.

Dipti watched her son's eyes devour Shobha. Dipti realized that regardless of her control over the boy, which she had so deliberately established by feeding him sexually, Shobha held a special place in Ajay's mind.

"Dekho, didi!" exclaimed Shobha as if on cue. (Look!) She was expertly playing the sexual politics of the situation. She was making it possible to feast on her prey and extend her access but without alienating the custodian, Dipti, the mother. If she wanted, she would have to share. If she wanted more, she would have to showcase greater pleasure for Dipti. If she wanted to own both, she would have to feed Dipti's sexual curiosity and innocence.

"Isn't he marvelous?" she asked her stunned co-sister as she gently fisted him, her hands dealing with the sticky coating left by Dipti even as Ajay flowed afresh to her ministrations.

Dipti's throat choked. She started to say something but only a croaking sound emanated. Her hand clutched Shobha's ass trying to pull her in so she could grind her cunt against something pleasurable. Shobha turned to face Dipti fully. With a deliberate wide open set of lips she covered Dipti's mouth and slobbered on her lips, kissing as if she were sucking on overripe peach. Her fist closed tight on Ajay and her thumb ran teasing circles on the engorged head of his cock.

"Chachee!" groaned the boy as with each flick of the thumb he shuddered involuntarily, his whole body wracked by waves of pleasure.

"This," Shobha told Dipti tracing an outline of her lips with a pointed tongue, "belongs around this," she concluded, rewarding Ajay with a strong firm fist stroke.

Dipti gasped. In front of Shobha? God! But the woman held her head and ever so gently brought her face within inches of her son's throbbing aching cock. Ajay thrust his hips upward searching for his next stroke of Shobha's fist but there was no fist; Shobha just held the slab by two fingers, twitching and convulsing as it was.

Dipti opened her mouth to protest and suggest something else but she didn't really have anything ideas. She was ruled by lust. Her mind was dizzy. She could now simultaneously indulge in a banquet; the softness of a woman's love and breasts and the exciting prospect of a filling that only a male cock. There were some things only a snug, live, throbbing and real cock could provide; her Ajay's cock could provide.

Ajay grabbed his mom's head and with deft guidance from Shobha the open mouth was soon filled. Dipti squealed in protest as Ajay wildly – inconsiderately - rammed himself into her mouth, the cockhead hitting the back of her mouth. She pushed his thigh back and bobbed her head, getting more control and delivering more pleasure to the young man. Frantically she searched for Shobha's hand to plunge her fingers back into her cunt.

Dipti was desperate for relief. But Shobha was too preoccupied with introducing son to mother. Her lips were close to Dipti's lips. She was kissing her lips rather than looking to partake of the cock that was sliding in and out of those wide luscious lips. Her fingers outlined the bulge of the cock that she could feel through Dipti's cheek.

She loomed over both of them, her breasts swinging and swaying in their fullness as she coaxed them on. "Yes, Didi. Mouth him the way we want him to mouth us," urged Shobha. Ajay's eyes widened in disbelief. Obviously both women had been discussing him, in a very sexual way.

Out of the corner of her eye Dipti could see those magnificent breasts she had feasted on just a few hours ago. She wanted them at the same time as she wanted this cock. She wanted everything at the same time. Her cunt felt vacant, her breasts were screaming for attention and her hands wanted to maul Shobha.

But her son's vigor kept her occupied as she tried to make sure no thrust was missed and no occasion was spared in which lips slid over the cockhead effectively. She wanted every stroke to be an ounce of pleasure for her boy, her own little boy now grown into a strong young man. She was also content that Shobha had given her the more intimate role of pleasuring him, keeping her own involvement to directing mother and son.

But Ajay was eyeing those same delectable breasts at that very moment. If they were alluring to Dipti- an older woman, they were objects of wild desire for the youngster. Having been subdued in the confusion and embarrassment at the turn of events, Ajay now moved to a more active role. His mother had been rough and abrupt with him tonight and rammed herself down on his just-erect cock. Usually there was murmuring, stroking and a gentle arousal from sleep. Today it was quick and instantaneous.

He could not have known that Dipti had been in play with Shobha, though there were enough hints in the conversation now.

No doubt, Shobha had satiated her with a never-before clitoral orgasm. Very womanly, very warm, very intuitive touching her in all the right places. But is not the same as consuming a man like Ajay. And she had woken just a bit before Shobha and made the same decision her co-sister was to take. Feed on the young man!

Now Ajay's hands cupped those swinging breasts, changing Shobha from facilitator to a making a debut in the participation. She laughed and looking Ajay deep in the eye tousled his hair. With her lips she made a smacking sound- a flying kiss. The smacking sound of her lips was familiar to Ajay. That is how most mothers and aunts in India signal affection publicly.

In this setting, it made him feel that his aunt had been seductively kissing him in front of the world for all those previous, then innocent years.

He wanted to kiss her back but what he ended up doing surprised them both. When he opened his mouth his tongue snaked out and he flicked it at Shobha. Shobha felt her pussy juices flow in a gush as she saw an unmistakable sign and a chance to shift gears.

That very flicking on her pussylips and clit would be sheer delight. That night of first seduction he had kissed and licked but not taken her the whole distance. Today, she would teach him, in front of his mother. To take her own pleasure but also so he could treat Dipti to that intensity of orgasm, later, in the leisure of their daily life.

Her hand snaked upward, stroking the young man's flat abdomen and toggled the nipples. Ajay groaned in a loud and ragged voice and Dipti, whose head was bobbing up and down in rhythm, could not help feel that the groan and voice had a special tinge of aching desire.

He enjoyed mother's sexual bonding, but the aunt was clearly the saucy, raunchy wench with whom sex was racy. Trying to keep pace with the writer/director of the script Dipti too moved her hand up to Ajay's other nipple. She found her fingers claimed by the warm soft hands of Shobha. Fingers intertwined, Shobha's hand made love to Dipti's hand, denying her the pleasure of touching Ajay.

Leaving both mother and son alone briefly she moved to the head of the bed. Dipti and Ajay were aligned with Dipti buried between his legs. Ajay looked around desperately around for his aunt but could not spot her. He locked his legs behind Dipti's back, closed his eyes and fucked the mouth sliding on his cock. In his mind, Shobha was everywhere.

A kiss on his forehead made him open his eyes. Shobha's flowing hair smothered his face and chest tickling him. Shobha had aligned herself to the two of them, but coming from completely the opposite side over Ajay's head. The curtain hair prevented Dipti from clearly seeing Shobha slide forward, kissing Ajay's nose and now opening wide and open over his mouth. The boy kissed back tentatively, shuddering deeply when a wet supple tongue from Shobha invaded his mouth. Her breasts rested against the top of his head and while he was enjoying the tongue-duel he wanted to stuff the pounds of flesh into his mouth and suck, suck hard.

Before that came the swinging mangalsutra, caressing his face, reminding him of his aunt's married status. The metal felt cold against his skin, a stark contrast to the warm and wet bodies covering him in lust. Perhaps the contrast was not just in the temperatures. The symbol of a traditional married woman and the symbolism of how the women were taking him were at odds.

The succulent breasts came to his mouth when she moved forward to kiss his chest. She laughed as his lips frantically searched for the nipple but grabbed at whatever flesh was at his mouth. There was a naughtiness and playfulness in that laughter which helped Ajay and Dipti. Ajay felt less shy and slowly focused more on the copious gifts of pleasure from both women.

For Dipti the playfulness allowed her to push out of her mind the permissiveness of the situation. Not only was she indulging in sexually intimacy with her son, she was allowing another taboo relationship to meld with her own. She was letting her son experience a threesome sexual relationship; he should neither be having sex, nor with two relatives and definitely not at the same time. His mother would be expected to put an end to any or all of that.

But Shobha's playful, saucy and raunchy spin on it seemed to offer an opening to let go of some, if not all, of it.

Shobha swayed her upper body slapping Ajay's face with her breasts, absorbed by the sight of her own sexy self and the catch-me-if-you-can game she was playing with Ajay. Licks touched her electrifying her nipples. Lips brushed her allowing them to rise to their very own erections. The caresses caused her to desire a full mouthing and Ajay did not disappoint as his hand caught one then another breast. Holding them as close together he treated both nipples to a vigorous flicking, sending the heat soaring in Shobha's body.

She raised her head, eyes closed as she savored the detailed attention. A boy she had seen and nurtured as a baby was feeding on her; not for physical or emotional nourishment. This was intimately sexual nourishment.

When her eyes opened she met Dipti's wide open eyes; very jealous eyes. Her son had stopped thrusting into her mouth. His legs were back down resting on the bed next to his mother's body. She had her mouth on him but not moving. When Shobha swung into action, the sex between Ajay and Dipti seemed mechanical in comparison. She watching closely as boy and aunt connected. When Shobha had raised her head throwing it back to savor the sucking, licking and nibbling, the curtain of hair had lifted.

Dipti sighted her Ajay going at his Shobha. She was mesmerized by the look of concentration and pleasure on her co-sister's face. She had felt similarly; but this seemed a class apart. She was wondering about that and watching, jealousy never too far away, when Shobha's eyes opened.

They looked deep into each other's eyes. Shobha could see the jealousy, but her own needs were slowly rising to a crescendo from where the political balance of sharing pleasure was likely to be lost. In fact, her breasts were so well and lovingly treated by the young man that her cunt had started tingling. It was time for to proceed along for that journey which she had set out on.

Shobha stopped the involuntarily and meaningless humping of her hips and moved forward. Eyes still locked on each other the two women made their moves. Shobha allowed her torso to touch, caress and kiss Ajay's face as she slowly made way to her position. Dipti closed her fist around Ajay's cock with her lips focusing on the head as she shifted from mimicking her cunt to a hand-mouth masturbation of his cock. His release would be hers, she thought.

Suddenly, Shobha was near Dipti's head and she couldn't move much more forward. At this position, her cunt was a little above and a lot higher than where Ajay could reach it. The descent in slope of her tummy into the folds of her lap and luscious wet valley of her pussy were well beyond their target – Ajay's hungry mouth.

Shobha used the moment to find common pleasure with her co-sister. She kissed the top of her head. She was on her elbows resting her body. She lifted one hand and joined Dipti in a gentle sliding of interlinked fingers up and down Ajay's cock. The young man wanted harder and he thrust his hips upward in agony. He was ignored by both women.

He looked down to check what was happening. Craning his neck he was amazed to see both women in a deep kiss. "Can she taste her son's saliva in me? Do we know anymore where one person ends and the other one begins?" wondered Shobha, marveling at how sexual heat fused the three of them together as one.

Sucking hard on Dipti's mouth to keep it moving with the direction of her head, Shobha guided the older woman toward her son's cock. Lips parted as the cock rose up between their lips. Shobha reached for Dipti's lips closing around the cylinder of Ajay's cock in the process. If Dipti were to search out her lips she too would have to close around Ajay's cock.

And thus it came to the amazement of Ajay that his mom and aunt had their lips locked around his cock. Frantic in his desire he grabbed at Shobha's buttocks above him. But he could not pull her down to his lips without the cock escaping her lips and she was not about to let that happen. He kissed her thighs and tentatively craned his neck to make passing slurps at the hair of her pussy.

Shobha let saliva bubble past her lips and run down his cock. Her lips slid up and down the thick cock that both women salivated for. Dipti learned from Shobha and slid up and down likewise. The women were going at him as if it were an ice cream bar being licked from opposite sides simultaneously. Like it might happen with an ice cream, there came moments when lips brushed, touched and kissed.

It was a smorgasbord of new flavors for both women. Was it the other woman's saliva that was so scented? Did some of the aroma come from Dipti's cunt which had been riding this cock a while ago? And what of Ajay's saliva on Shobha's lips? The salt was surely Ajay. But was it the skin or the precum?

Both women were now holding hands, fingers intertwined. Dipti felt ecstatic at the shared moments and felt it would be wonderful if Ajay came now, when neither woman would be deprived. But Shobha had other plans. In preparation to withdraw, she moved from total focus on the cock. She touched his cock with her cheek, playing the pillar, allowing to spring back and forth. Dipti joined her in that. The faces were streaked with his juices as they played his erection with their entire faces and mouthed him totally.

After maddening Ajay, she left Dipti to Ajay's cock. Dipti herself marveled at how instinctively she responded to that; the next time her lips traveled up the cock she moved over his head giving him the pleasure of lips moving over the most sensitive engorged section of his engorged penis. She was rewarded with something thicker than precum. The young man was losing it slowly.

"Kidhar jaa rahi ho?" she took time out to ask Shobha. (Where are you going?) Ajay was ready to explode it seemed and Shobha was invited.

"Aap ke liye kuch sikhana hai isko," replied Shobha. (I have to teach him something- for you.) Her lips were streaked with an amalgam of fluids defying classification. The streaks ran like silvery threads to the body below her in its more viscous form. The more fluid ones ran down her chin and coated her throat and down in part to her breasts.

Her statement was meant as a palliative to Dipti as Shobha knew her own immediate focused was the massive release of her pent-up sexual tension. Ajay had to lick her clit to orgasm; today; now!

She hoisted herself up, hands on his torso, not far from where Dipti's face now was. Dipti had continued to slap her face with the springiness of Ajay's cock and both her cheeks were now smeared and stained with his flows. Her slut-like obsession with that cock was exciting to watch and Shobha felt she had the best seat to that exhibition of lust. Her cunt was about to be seated on Ajay's mouth and she could watch his cock being fed upon by Dipti.

She spread her knees apart to lower her pussy. It gaped open at the spreading and she sank down. Ajay was up to the moment, hands pulling those full asscheeks down. As she opened out over him, his tongue stabbed at the core of her opening, where his cock would typically sink. It was wet and slippery and he prodded and pushed. The tongue would go only so far. He let it travel along the length of those open lips, caressing her. It was pleasurable but the boy would have to be taught. Shobha let one hand slip between them and her fingers held her lips apart, framing the clit. She then angled her body and adjusted herself till Ajay felt the long slippery knob of flesh.

"Yessss!" she hissed signaling to Ajay the exact location of her clit. When his tongue roamed she kept particularly quiet and still. When he traveled across the spot out came the 'Yes!' and a sharp dig of her nails into his muscled abdomen to tell him he had it right. A few 'yes'-es, digs and thrusts later, Ajay had learned what his chachi (aunt) wanted.

That extra shudder when his tongue traveled over that islet of firm flesh in the midst of that pubic forest and pulsating flesh – that shudder felt special. The musky scents, the wet invitation all seemed overwhelming. But the signal from his aunt was unmistakable. That spot was special and she wanted him there. Attention shifted from his cock and his mother's mouth to his aunt's cunt and his own tongue tip.

Shobha held herself steady, well –balanced on knees and hands rested on his abdomen. Her eyes were shut and the universe was his tongue tip at her clit. It started out as if he was eating ice-cream: long, savoring laps of his tongue. The juices flowed freely and Shobha luxuriated in the attention to her entire inflamed pussy lips. For too long, she had only been attending to the others. But the careful maneuvering and patience was necessary; her access to Ajay depended on how she handled Dipti.

The intense shudder from the stroking of her clit was fleeting. As the number of times he lapped at her increased, she ached for the speed to increase. What she wanted decreased was the length of the tongue strokes. On oral, both she and her 'student' were inexperienced. Shobha's only experience with orgasms from being tongued was the warm, intense lovemaking with Dipti a few hours before.

Both Dipti and she had been new to the experience. But there lay the advantage of a woman loving a woman. Each instinctively knew how a woman's body worked. Without the need to be told, Shobha knew how Dipti would like her tongue to focus on the clit. And when it was Shobha's turn to be treated Dipti knew what had brought on her own explosions. At the precise moment, long strokes gave way to short focused jabs of the tongue. With a woman loving you, it was so easy.

Not so with a man, that too an inexperienced youngster like Ajay. He would have to be trained. Told. Guided. And Shobha did just that.

"Faster, faster!" she gasped, as she made a minute adjustment to the angle of her hips. Dipti's fist completely relaxed even though it was around Ajay's cock. She was mesmerized by the sight of Shobha's pleasure; it fascinated her that whatever was on display on Shobha's face was the creation of her offspring.

Shobha's fingers rubbed little circles on Ajay's abdomen signaling the effectiveness of his tonguing. Ajay picked up the signals and realized that faster, shorter strokes was what Chachi was looking for. When he totally hit the right spot consistently, Shobha pinched up his flesh between thumb and forefinger and massaged it feverishly. She may have been hurting him but nothing mattered to her more than her clit and the electric impulses shooting from there to various parts of her being.

"Hah!" she hollered and her head slung forward. "Unh!" she hissed in a long inhalation as she threw her head back, preparing for the next wave from inside her. Then again she threw her head forward with a 'Hah' which captured a violent exhalation of air.

A series of inhalations and exhalations followed. "Hah! Unh! Hah! Unh! Hah! Unh!" went Shobha as she took her pleasure unmindful of the noise, the shamelessness, the agape Dipti or the boy pressed under her.

When Ajay's tongue ached and he felt the need to pause, her nails dug deep into his flesh making red marks and she screamed, "Don't stop, beta!" The poor boy held on to her ass through the entire episode, his eyes closed and his tongue working ceaselessly. All that mattered was his Chachi's approval of him, and his performance in bed. His cock lost a good bit of its hardness and was somewhat slanted under its own weight.

Dipti continued to stare at her husband's brother's wife, a complete picture of lust and abandon. Pure woman, pure pleasure and nothing else. No relationships, no taboos, no inhibitions, no shyness. In a room of three, she seemed all alone at the pinnacle of pleasure with nothing else holding her other than intense pleasure. It was a stellar performance which outshone anything that Dipti had felt herself, seen in movies or imagined in her fantasies.

The student learned that when a woman is aroused to this state in this method, the only thing that mattered was to her was her own self. For those minutes, she was all concentration on a simple activity that involved nothing more than his tongue.

As a young man who had lusted for, admired and fantasized about that very woman, he was in an emotional state of giving. It mattered a lot to him that she was finding such gut-wrenching pleasure from him. If it was any less intense it would dissatisfy him. And he was proud and happy she was getting it from him.

He would tell her later her promised himself: "Don't take this from anyone else than me and come as often as you like. I wont touch you in any other way or ask you for my own pleasure. Just take this from me and only me."

If teaching a novice involves quickly showing that what he is doing has the desired result, Shobha was in the required state of arousal for quick results. Within a few tongue-strokes the rhythm of her inhalation and exhalation at the waves from within ended in a chaotic series of convulsions. Flood gates opened and Shobha exulted in a series of triumphant 'yes' es spoken in her mother tongue, "han, han, han han, haaaaaaaaaaan," the last one being long to coincide with a particularly huge, intense squirt.

The release of so much fluid surprised Ajay but he was also taken aback at the water-gun-like shot; a sharp hard stream. Then several more. His mouth flooded and he found himself gulping for breath.

"Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi, didi," Shobha called out to Dipti in her uncontrolled state.. (Didi: elder sister). "Look!" she managed to say while she squeezed out her n-th convulsion. "Your son," she stammered as an unexpected frisson shot through her body. "My Ajay. Look what he has made of me todayyyyyyyy" she babbled, the long 'y' coming from spasms coursing through her being.

Ajay had reached the limit of his endurance from the flooding. His mouth was choked and he needed to breathe. He moved his head to gulp air. Shobha missed the tonguing. Her hips thrust downward. She searched for and found his nose: its tip was harder and more stationary than that tongue tip. She rubbed her clit forward and back on the nose getting every single bit of pleasure and touching she needed. She was now leaning forward her breasts hanging and swaying as she fucked Ajay's nose with her pussy.

"This," she said rubbing herself up, "he can" she continued thrusting down, "do" she went up again, "for you" down, "now" up, "that" down, "Ieeeeeeeee" a long 'I' at an unexpectedly violent spasm, "have" down again, "taught" up, "him" down and she held there down and hard as she ended.

The violent spasming reduced to throbbing which didn't need the stroke making. She savored it. Ajay came back to life, rubbing her entire nether region with his face. She shuddered as the throbbing gave way to a humming series of micro-orgasms. Shobha laughed. "Hamara Ajay!" she murmured dreamily to Dipti. A wave of warmth washed over her. She needed to hug that boy.

She opened her eyes and looked down and there was Dipti. She leaned forward fully and as Dipti moved her head Shobha gained access to Ajay. She kissed the scrotum, the length of his cock and smothered it with her mouth. The cock rapidly gained its full strength and she quickly bobbed her mouth up and down on his erection. Then she swiveled around and kissed him fully on the lips, tasting herself there and giving him a taste of himself from her lips.

"Chalo, varna mummy naraaz ho jayegi," she said. (Lets go else mother will get upset.)

"Lets go else mother will get upset, Shobha had said to Ajay at the end of her violent orgasm, flooding his face even as his mother watched from the foot of the bed. It had been a long night which started with his mother and aunt loving each other unknown to him. And then they had both ended up in his room one after the other. Since then, the two were alternately feasting on him.

He had been kissed, masturbated, mouthed and taken by both women, with Shobha- his aunt- directing the proceedings. She was the younger, more adventurous of the two women. Dipti in any case was inhibited by the fact that it was her son that was involved in the threesome. But Shobha was also more imaginative and daring. And in this threesome, she was the only one who had achieved a full release. Ajay had been denied time and again. And Dipti had been allowed only enough to keep her in control.

Shobha played sexual politics to the hilt in her own pragmatic way. She wanted access to Ajay. She did not want Dipti to kill the relationship by denying access. And she did not want to provoke insecurity in Dipti. The mother had wanted to keep the boy to herself. The inclusiveness of the three-way relationship was to be reinforced if Shobha was to have her fill of the young man asand when she visited Dipti's house.

It was with this in mind that she invited Ajay to now pay attention to his mother. Ajay was momentarily confused as to where his mother was when his aunt made that statement. When he realized she was just there he sensed Chachi meant something else.

The novice waited to be directed. But the Director was setting the scene elsewhere. Shobha moved to a separate area at the foot of the bed and pushed Ajay's legs away. She pulled Dipti to lie alongside her and spoke in a soft voice to the stunned mother.


"Now he knows what you want and he knows how to deliver it," she murmured into Dipti's delectable lips. She pressed her breasts to the other woman's and caressed her body with her own. Now it was Shobha's body that was sweaty from exertion and release and Dipti who received the smearing.

And when they kissed both felt Ajay on the other's lips. The man of their affections snuggled up behind his chachi and his cock was bobbing, staining Shobha's back. He held it and pressed it between her asscheeks not knowing where it would go. All he knew was that it was aching, leaking and desperate to blow its load. Several times in those wee hours of that night he had been stroked and pounded only to be left on the brink.

Shobha twisted her head back and hand behind his head, pulled him tantalizingly close to her lips and said, "Beta mere peeche nahi. Mummy ke peeche aa jao." (Not behind me son, behind your mother.) Shobha felt his cockhead prod her anus but she didn't bother to educate him on that. He had anyway been redirected.

Ajay's eyes moved from his aunt's face to his mother's. Her face was loaded with guilt and desire. They stared at each other. He loved her and her body was an object of his intense and youthful lust. The deep exchange of looks seemed to be about deciding whether they could become man and woman and descend to lust; rather than remaining mother and son and fighting inhibitions in front of Shobha.

Where those inhibitions had evaporated on the nights Dipti invaded Ajay's room was a question for which there were no askers.

Briefly, he nudged forward and the anus was nosed open. Shobha held her breath. As she tensed to an invasion, Dipti reached out to her son and touched his face, "Beta, aao na!" she beseeched him. (Come, son, wont you!) Never to disappoint his mother the devoted boy moved away from Shobha. While she was ragged and sated, Shobha could not quite decide whether she was relieved or disappointed that her anal virginity had survived. It was too adventurous even for her. Besides, she had never heard of it, so it did seem unnatural.

There were a few moments when both women were with only each other as Ajay got up to come around behind Dipti. "Shobha!" murmured Dipti, letting her face caress Shobha's face. "Tum hamey kahan sey kahan ley aye." (You have made us traverse such a great distance.)

"We haven't gone anywhere Didi," replied Shobha, deftly toggling her nipple against Dipti's ("God, this woman knew how to make love," thought Dipti, luxuriating in the gentle yet invigorating attentions of the younger but more experienced and imaginative woman. Her breasts were luscious and Dipti could go on loving them.)

"We have only brought each other closer," finished Shobha, her fingers playing tag down the center line of Dipti's torso down to the forest of pubic hair and the aching pussy within. "Lets just keep it here," she said, her hand grazing the wet, dewy hair-rimmed slit, leaving Dipti to wonder about the double-entendre; was it intended or unintended? The younger one was certainly smarter and sharper she had earlier thought.

Her bare back was suddenly enveloped by the warmth of her son's body as he joined the huddle. Ajay's arms went around his mom and pressed himself close to her, anointing her ass with the stains just as he had his chachi moments before. And like then, he insinuated his cock between her asscheeks, startling her no end. The youngster was too inexperienced to know that the natural angle of invasion from behind was anal.

"Udhar nahi," she whispered, (not there) reaching back and holding his head as Shobha had, pulling him to her lips. She kissed his chin and his cheek, tasting the now semi-dry juices smeared on his face. On this passionate night – or was it morning?- nothing mattered. In a house where sipping from the same glass made the family uncomfortable the distance covered during sexual encounters was enormous. Cocks and cunts were kissed and sucked and fluids exchanged in all combinations possible.

"Didi, apna per mere upar le lo," advised Shobha. (Put your leg on top of mine). She was so much in tune with the flow of sexual events that she had immediately realised what Dipti was protesting to Ajay about. She lifted Dipti's upper leg and lifted it over her own hip so that Dipti's heel was now on her ass. Dipti thought Shobha was trying to get their cunts grinding together.

But soon she felt the hot pillar of flesh under her, grazing her underside from anus to pussy. As the boy shoved aimlessly, he touched all the places without achieving penetration.

The only time his cockhead snagged anywhere it caused panic to Dipti because that was her anus. Teaching the young man all about sex rather than have him lust at sundry women was one thing. But depravity? No! Such was the rationalization and the mood of the moment. The bonding between mother and son was sublime and emotionally deep. The sex was just inevitable because one was a man and the other a woman. And then there were the events unfolding after Shobha's arrival. Everything was explainable, but not anal sex.

Shobha reached under and grabbed the vagrant cock in her fist. She held it, savoring the fullness of the manly erection. It was appetizing but she was far too drained and taken for now. Her pussy was still quivering and didn't seem to be able to take one more touch. She guided the missile to its destination.

"Push," she called out to Ajay who was looking down as his thickness disappeared into Dipti.

"Shobha! Beta!" cried out Dipti as the missile connected with the heat. The cock plunged in at a shallow angle. Half was along the length of her slit and the other half embedded. From that angle it was now behind the front wall of her womb, inside her, touching areas that years of energetic fucking, including the variations in the night-time trysts with Ajay had never touched.

She sobbed her thanks to Shobha kissing her repeatedly on her face as Ajay energetically pumped into her from behind. All night she had never known if she would be allowed to fill herself with Ajay. Shobha seemed so much in control and Ajay was an aggressive animal in responding to her. By comparison, he was sexually active but measured when with his mother, never doing more than she indicated a willingness for.

Ajay's hand covered her breast now and held her tight. That hard holding was pleasurable. She wanted it on her other breast too. She raised her body so Ajay might slip in his other hand. Now both breasts were in his hands and he used them to pull himself into her. He kneaded and squeezed even as he fucked her.

Ajay looked at Shobha and his aunt craned her neck. Over Dipti's head they kissed fleetingly. It was a short kiss, a transfer of focus. It was not the usual lustful open-mouthed tongue-duel. It was just a peck they give each other to confirm that the focus was now Dipti.

As if taking over on cue, Dipti reached back to her son's head and pulled his lips to her own and fused them. They kissed, voraciously feeding on each other, Dipti gasping into her son's mouth. Exhaling and inhaling from each other, the fucking continued.


Shobha moved her head down, and kissed those hands covering Dipti's breasts. She tongued and manipulated in an effort to find the nipples. Then she nosed the mass of breast and moved still lower. Dipti was far to engrossed to take full notice of the trail of kisses leading down but when Shobha gave a wet sloppy kiss to the top of her pubis, just above the clit, Dipti screamed into Ajay's mouth.

It was shock as well as a new wave of pleasure. Was Shobha mad? Yes she had kissed her down there and tongued her. Yes, she had taken a cock into her mouth in front of her. But to kiss her there when she and Ajay were fucking? With all those juices? Semen? And god-knows-what? This was madness! But her body reported it as a welcome madness as she felt a new throb at her outer lips. Her insides were being marauded by the insatiable youngster. Now the outer lips were being kissed and tongued too.

Ajay cried out aloud when he felt lips sliding over his cock as he slid in to the wet nest of his mother's womb. He knew it was Shobha. That bitch-aunt of his! She knew how to fuck and pleasure. He felt her tongue. He felt her lips and he fucked with greater vigor as his excitement reached a crescendo.

Dipti now looked like she had taken on a sculpted pose. Her right hand had been free while her left was holding Ajay's lips to hers. She now rested her right hand on Shobha's pretty head and held her lips to her own pussylips below. And so she was twisted, head twisted back towards her son while her body and pussy faced her co-sister. From Ajay's lips to her's and from her cunt to Shobha's lips they were one unified throbbing sexual creature.

Dipti's earlier wild desire to be sucked and fucked at the same time now came true. Shobha sucked and teased the clit and pussy relentlessly. Ajay filled her fully. Shobha timed her clit-thrashing to Ajay's erratic, animal fucking. Different threads of pleasure coursing through Dipti's being came together in a symphony. First there was the pleasure from the walls of her plundered cunt. Then the electric shocks from her clit. And the breasts and nipples were sending their own streams of pleasure.

As the synchronization improved and Ajay and his aunt mauled Dipti in unison, these different threads came together in an interweave. When the patterns merged, Dipti felt one with both Ajay and Shobha. As per body peaked, so did Ajay's. Waves crashed through from Ajay to Dipti and they orgasmed wildly together.

Dipti screamed a series of "Mmmm!" s into Ajay's throat, her hand pressing Shobha' face into her pussy to extract every beat of orgasm.

Ajay's hands hurt his mother's breasts as he pinched and mauled mindlessly. His aunt's mouth was playing havoc with his plunging pillar. He felt his seed, long denied a release, pour forth as he flooded into Dipti. The thrusting and jerking became even more uncontrolled. He plunged in again and again, hoping that at least once he would sink into Shobha's throat, but suspecting that it would have to wait for another day.

Shobha's lips and mouthed traveled from cock to cunt ceaselessly, giving as much pleasure to both. She ate, gnawed, gobbled, tongued. When the floods began she drank. She felt Dipti. And she certainly felt Ajay's semen. She felt Ajay's ass muscles clench and go taut, bunched as they were in her hand. Her lips recorded the quake racing up from the base of his cock. She felt him surge.

As her lips lapped at Dipti's pussy and Ajay continued to jerk she caught the flow back from Dipti's overfull cunt. She tasted them both, and as she continued to play her lips on the sequence of cock and cunt, it was inevitable that she imbibed some of her nephew's seed.

She would have loved it in her pussy but she felt a joy in holding these two throbbing bodies together and overseeing their melting.

Melt was a word Dipti would have agreed with. When the climaxes hit and the crescendos overlapped, the oneness she felt spread wider. First she knew no difference between clit, cunt and tits as they were all marauded simultaneously. Now she felt a flattening of all feelings into one being as she felt no difference between the man on her lips and womb and the woman on her cunt. That cock was part of her as were the two other bodies crashing into her.

She left Ajay's mouth for a large gulp of breath and screamed her orgasmic upheaval. Her body beat back at everything that was beating against it. As the different strands came together, she passed out.

Ajay clung to Dipti from behind as his cock continued to spewing driblets with him thrusting in decreasing frequency. Shobha kept her lips glued to the confluence of cock and cunt, nibbling and chewing. Both of them felt Ditpi go limp. When his cock had receded a little, it slid out of the pussy because of the angle.

Shobha felt it go and knew Ajay was still throbbing and cumming. He would miss the pulse of Dipti's cunt. Poor boy!

Shobha ducked under the limp body of her co-sister and slid in the bar of flesh to her mouth. Expertly, she let the head slip within the 'o' of her lips and rapidly slip the head through it several times. It gave Ajay a last series of pleasure-waves from his orgasm. He shuddered and his teeth bit softly into his mother's shoulder as he took the pleasure. He thrust himself as deep into Shobha's mouth as he would go, but he was fast receding and there was not much more than desire to this last action of his.


Shobha kept his jut of flesh in her mouth, savoring and toying. When there was no more semen flowing she let the well-satiated blob of now-meaningless flesh pop out of her mouth. She opened her mouth to smear her mouthful of cum on the sheet below, else she would retch. While she did succeed, she also ended up lapping at the just released mess from the union of mother and son. Shobha sighed contentedly; it didn't matter. Everything was everywhere and a true cleanup would need a full bath. Even the top of her head had been anointed by Dipti's oozing cunt while she mouthed and held Ajay's cock in its dying throes.

There is nothing so relaxing as an orgasm to unwind every part. From head to toe Dipti was in release and nothing signified it more than her deep surrender to sleep. She slept long and deep. She awoke once when the sparrows in the tree outside her window twittered in chorus. It was her usual dawn wakening, but today her brain could only register the event. Her body was leaden.

Still later, she awoke to the rhythmic creaking and swaying of the bed and again her brain recorded the sight of Ajay lying between his chachi's legs, her legs high in the air. The young man was rutting his aunt. Her hands were on the bed, fists tightly clutching the sheets. Her lips were pursed and her face screwed up in concentration. "The bitch" thought Dipti through her sleepy daze. She was being pounded into submission by her strong son and she deserved it. The look on her face showed endurance rather than pleasure. She heard Shobha begging Ajay to cum inside her and finish.

"Chalo, beta, khatam karo! Cum in me! Chachi wants your cum. Flood me! Fill me!" she was heard pleading, hoping that the entreaties would excite the young man to release.

Dipti felt vengeful and avenged at the punishing nature of Ajay's fucking. In this relationship she felt a range of emotions. Jealousy when he responded to Shobha more animally than to her. Gratitude when Shobha showed her new ways of giving and receiving pleasure from Ajay. Warmth at their oneness. Relief at the way all three of them handled the relationships with discretion and confidentiality.

And vengeful for Shobha having erased all lines of morality, restrain and illicit desire. She would never know how and when that bitch's fucking ended as her body took over again and she slept off.

When she awoke again, it was to the sound of the bathroom being used. It was morning outside. She lay awake taking in the room. There were damp spots, and dried out spots on the bed. The sheets were stained and would need immediate changing. Where was everyone? Then in shock she realized, her in-laws were to arrive early today and she as the elder daughter-in-law of the house would be expected to be up, bathed and ready to extend a traditional welcome.

And here she was strewn in the sexual battlefield of a whole night, naked, stained and drained in her son's room. Someone had flung a sheet on her, covering her nude, sexually satiated body. There was no way to cover the complete depravity of the night before. She and her co-sister had barely slept, sucking, fucking and cumming almost all night.

She found her night dress flung in one corner when she had mounted her son at some hour that night. Her cunt was sore, her legs ached in places she didn't know existed and her breasts and body had fingernail marks and bites. Her hair had dried body fluid on it and her sindoor was smeared.

She staggered down the stairs to assess the situation. And there was Shobha, resplendent in a traditional silk sari. She was bathed, her sindoor bright and clear on her forehead. In her hand she held a tray of prayer things.

"Didi! Maa aur babuji aate hi honge. Sab kuch tayyar hai, bas aap naha li jiye," she said. (Sister, our parents-in-law should be arriving any time now. All preparations have been made you just need to get ready.)

The younger bahu of the traditional family disappeared into the kitchen. She had to attend to the breakfast preparation which she knew her nephew and co-sister would need larger helpings of.

In the light of day, it was a different house and they were different people.