Incest ‼️‼️LUST FULL MINDS‼️‼️ (completed)

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Part 27:



That night, after everyone had fallen asleep, I went to my sister's room. Luckily, she was sleeping in her room, hugging my children, and not with my father-in-law. I gently woke her, and in her sleepy confusion, she said, "What, sis? Why disturb my sleep?"

I raised my hand and patted her hips. "Get up," I said loudly.

Rubbing her hips, she got up, and I said, "Come with me."

Pouting, she followed me. I entered the room where Dad was sleeping and locked the door. Dad was tossing and turning, unable to sleep properly. Without his glasses, he probably couldn't tell we had entered. Besides, his hearing was a bit weak.

"Why did you bring me here now, sis?" she asked, still not fully awake.

"Remove all your clothes..." I whispered in her ear.

"Siiiis... Dad is here...!"

"Why? Do you only show to my father-in-law? Not to Dad?"

"Sis, what are you saying?" Her sleep had completely vanished.

"Dad read the letter! He wrote that we both come to him in his dreams and hug him! Now we can fulfill that desire."

"You mean..."

Before she could finish, I removed my saree and started unbuttoning my blouse. My sister looked at me in surprise. "Sis, are you serious?" As she asked, I removed my blouse and stood topless. My hand untied the petticoat string and let it fall to the floor; I stood fully naked in front of her.

"Mmm..... Remove yours..." I said, gritting my teeth and growling. She pulled her nightie over her head. Not wearing any undergarments, she was instantly naked. Her breasts stood firm like bowls, unlike mine. Her pussy was freshly shaved, glistening in the light. It seemed she had done it for my father-in-law.

"Mmm... Come..."

She came silently behind me.

I lay on his right side, and she on his left. We both pressed our breasts against his sides, snuggled close, and hugged him with our hands on his chest.

Unable to sleep, Dad said, "Who...? Who is putting hands on me?"

Both of us chorused at the same time, "It's us, Dad."

"Who are my dears? Why come here at this hour? Can't you two sleep?"

"No, Dad... We came to help you sleep peacefully." As I said, he felt us repeatedly. His aged hands roamed over our breasts, making them tingle.

"What, dear eyes... Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"No, Dad... We came to fulfill your desire," I said. "What do I need all this for...?" Overwhelmed with emotion, he started crying.




My sister wiped his tears while I fetched his glasses and put them on him. I turned on the bed light, flooding the room with light. Dad looked at us intently, enjoyed the sight, and hugged us close. Our hands affectionately caressed Dad's chest, twirling and pulling the thick white hair there. Dad turned toward me and buried his face in my breasts; Lakshmi pressed her breasts against his back from behind. Dad began greedily sucking my breasts. One of Lakshmi's hands slipped into his veshti and stroked his limp penis.

Lakshmi gently held his unresponsive penis in her hand and played with it. I thrust my breasts into Dad's mouth and fed him like a baby. Sucking and sucking, he drank milk from my breasts in fistfuls until satisfied. Then, with desire, he asked, "Dear Shyamala! Dad has one more wish. Will you suck my penis a bit, dear?" I bent down.

"Wait a moment, dear, I'll lie flat..... Lakshmi dear...! Will you let Dad taste your pussy, dear...?" He expressed his desire. I buried my face between Dad's hairy thighs and took his penis in my mouth. Lakshmi sat on Dad's face and rubbed her pussy on his mouth. Dad inhaled the scent of Lakshmi's pussy deeply. Then, he rubbed his nose on her mound.

"Dear Lakshmi, your pussy is so soft like a flower," he said, licking her mound from bottom to top with his tongue. Dad's shriveled penis throbbed in my mouth. Still, it had a unique taste. After sucking it well for a while, I held his balls, put them in my mouth, and savored them. I licked his hairy thighs with my tongue. Dad's penis pulsed. It started to stiffen little by little. As Dad parted Lakshmi's pussy lips and thrust his tongue inside, licking deeply, her moans intensified. He squeezed her heavy breasts with his hands.

I sat on Dad's thigh and took his slightly erect cock, thrusting it into my pussy. It resisted going in and slipped. Somehow pushing it in, when I lifted slightly and sat, it slipped out of my pussy. Again, I took it and thrust it into my pussy, sitting still without moving. In the warm wetness of my pussy, it cooled down. Then, I started rubbing gently back and forth. In a short while, I felt hot semen surging into my pussy from it, and my body reached ecstasy.

Having lost even that slight erection, his penis slipped out of my pussy. It was bathed in my pussy water and Dad's semen. My sister pushed me down and took Dad's penis in her mouth, joyfully licking off both our juices from it. Dad pulled me toward him; I placed my pussy on his mouth and rubbed. Dad licked deep inside my pussy with his tongue, making me ecstatic. His hands pressed and squeezed my breasts. In our actions, Dad achieved full satisfaction. The ecstasy on his face immersed us in joy.

Applauding us with claps, he said, "Dear ones... Dad will never forget this help as long as he lives!" As tears welled in his eyes, tears welled in ours too. I said that the next night, after Arjun fucked me while I watched, I would bring Dad. Joy danced on his face.

 

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PART 28:



The next night, I went to Dad's room, where he was waiting for me eagerly, unable to sleep.

"Come on, Dad, he's calling you," I said. "Dear Shyamala! Suddenly, I feel so desirous about this. No, dear! I'm embarrassed," he replied.

I took his hand and pulled him. "Come on, Dad! We'll just talk a bit," I said, holding his hand and leading him to our room.

My father-in-law had already arrived there before us. I seated Dad next to him and sat beside my husband on the bed. Dad cleaned his glasses thoroughly and put them on.

Arjun looked at his dad, who gazed at him with pride. On the bed, Arjun was deeply emotional. As soon as I sat, he pulled me close, hugged me, and said, "Thank you, dear." I captured his mouth and murmured, "No, dear, I should thank you." We thrust our tongues deep into each other's mouths.

My hand grabbed and squeezed his cock over his lungi; he kissed me while slipping his hand inside my saree and squeezing my breasts. His cock felt harder than usual.

His hand now caressed my thigh. "Shyamala dear! Show your pussy to Uncle!"

"This is your pussy, dear! You can see it, fuck it, do anything whenever you want," I said, kissing him. He lifted my saree above my knees, slipped his hand inside, and rubbed my thighs, making me start leaking inside. I pulled down his lungi as he removed my saree. At the same time, the door opened, and as I expected, my sister entered. I had left the door unlatched, anticipating she would come. I had guessed she couldn't sleep peacefully in her room. My sister sat between my father and father-in-law.

Arjun unbuttoned my blouse, freeing my breasts. As he pressed and held both, they looked beautiful like two bunny kits nibbling at each other. He buried his face between them and rubbed; his lightly grown beard pricked my breast flesh here and there, sending me into ecstasy. I hugged Arjun to my chest and embraced his back passionately.

My sister's hands reached both sides, pushing their veshthis aside on one flank and grabbing both their penises. My father-in-law on one side and my father on the other squeezed her breasts.

Arjun laid me on the bed and spread over me, placing his mouth on my breasts. I pushed his lungi down, making him naked. His hand caressed my waist and slowly untied the petticoat string. Arjun had conquered me with his full body weight. I lay beneath him like a crushed flower. My breasts squished and flattened against his chest on both sides. Arjun's lips tugged, bit, and savored my lips. His cock, positioned between my thighs, pierced through my petticoat, ready to enter my pussy. Dizzy-eyed, I surrendered myself completely to Arjun.

As he pulled down my petticoat, I kicked it away with my foot. Arjun inserted one leg between my thighs, spreading me; I locked my legs around him from below. Like two entwined snakes, we hugged each other tightly. My father's eyes never left us. He stopped squeezing my sister's breasts and watched us intently.

My father-in-law pulled my sister's nightie over her head. He also removed his veshti and vest, seated her on his lap, and embraced her. My sister held Dad's cock in her hand and kissed my father-in-law. My father-in-law hugged her from behind, squeezing her breasts with one hand. The other hand caressed her hip. Yet, all three pairs of eyes were fixed on our play.

Arjun parted my legs, placed both his legs between my thighs, took his cock, and inserted it into my pussy. As I lay spread below, he thrust into my pussy from above in missionary position. I lifted my pussy to meet him and began moaning: "Ah... ah... ah... ha... haa... haa..." Arjun's long, thick cock rubbed my clit; its red head poked and struck my pussy's side walls, driving me to ecstasy.

I turned Arjun over and mounted him. Lifting my hips, I lowered my pussy onto his cock. I felt immense pleasure as his cock pierced through my pussy. He moved his waist to assist me, and I began slamming my hips up and down. My breasts bounced against his chest. He slipped his hands under my armpits, lifting me; sitting up, I lowered my pussy onto his cock repeatedly. My breasts shook wildly. His hands caught and squeezed them.

Feeling a bit tired from his earlier thrusts from above, I started rubbing my pussy back and forth on his lower abdomen. As I rubbed faster, we both reached a state of blissful ecstasy. Arjun lifted his head and captured my breasts in his mouth. I increased my speed even more. Finally, as orgasmic fluid gushed from my pussy, I collapsed onto Arjun's chest. Arjun moved his waist from below, striking my pussy with his cock. My heavy hips rocked up and down. In that position, I whispered in his ear to bring my sister.

He flipped me over, pulled his cock out of my pussy, and lifted my sister, who was sitting on my father-in-law's lap, like a toy. Lakshmi looked at him in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed her on the bed near me and, standing by the edge, bent down to suck and bite her breasts. Lakshmi was wildly excited. She pulled my husband toward her and captured his lips. They swirled their tongues in each other's mouths as she drew him over her. Her firm breasts crushed beneath Arjun's chest. Even my father had forgotten himself and was watching.

My sister grabbed Arjun's cock and placed it at her pussy entrance; he began pressing slowly. Her tight pussy resisted swallowing his cock. Only the red head of Arjun's cock had entered. Her pussy lips gripped it tightly. As he pressed harder, she started screaming. Despite her screams, Arjun showed no mercy and thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Though tight at first, her pussy soon yielded slightly and took in Arjun's cock. Overwhelmed with emotion, Lakshmi hugged her brother-in-law tightly. She wondered if this was a dream or reality. She couldn't believe that her father-in-law had stripped and caressed her in front of Dad, or that her sister's husband was now fucking her in front of the family.

In joy, she wrapped her legs firmly around Arjun's waist. As Arjun fucked her faster, every part of her body reached the peak of pleasure. Arjun greedily sucked her breast flesh, squeezed them with his hands, rolled her nipples in his mouth, caressed every part of her body with his hands.... Oooh... her entire body bathed in waves of pleasure.

She had fucked her brother-in-law only once before. That was her first time. She recalled how his cock resisted entering her pussy, and how he had forced it in with all his strength, fucking her painfully. Lying with him, his large cock had given her more pain than pleasure. Terrified of being caught by her sister or father, the pleasure she missed then was now fully hers as her sister's husband fucked her while everyone watched. She felt she could pay crores for this bliss. She looked at her sister gratefully for this opportunity. She wondered how it would be if her brother-in-law were here too.

Arjun had swallowed two Viagra pills that day, intending to last long. The Viagra kept his cock from softening, pulling it taut as he tore into his virgin's pussy. Thick lustful fluid oozed and dripped from the virgin's pussy. Still, without yielding, she lifted her hips repeatedly to repay her sister's husband.

With satisfaction in their hearts, as Sundaram and Rajaram prepared to leave, Lakshmi hugged her sister, kissed her, and departed from there.

"What, artist? Satisfied?" I asked Arjun. He hugged me.

"When a wife acts according to her husband's mind, what lack is there in satisfaction?" His warm lips pressed against my cheek.

Sensing I was lost in thought, he asked, "What, my dear? What are you pondering?"

"Nothing, dear... Just thinking how to fulfill your desire."

"What? About my dad fucking you?"

"No, about both of you—your dad and you—fucking me together...! If everyone sits around watching us do a threesome.....? It would be like a festival, tying the knot of revelry....!"

"Yes, Shyamala! I hadn't even thought of it from that angle. We definitely have to call Daniel for this."

"If a few more people joined, it would be even better...."

"A few more? Shyamala, are you joking? If we call relatives too, won't this leak outside....."

"Who said to call relatives? We can just include Mullai's family!"

"Mullai? Oh no!!! No other sin needed. If Dad finds out, he'll curse us....!"

"Ha... ha... ha... Your dad isn't just a father to Mullai. He's also the father of her child—don't you know that, husband..?"

"Shyamala... Don't talk wrongly about Dad... Poor him...."

"I'm telling the truth, dear. He said it himself. Who arranged this 17 years ago? Your mom and Mullai's husband..."

Arjun's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at me in shock.

"Not just that.... Your mom and Ravi too, right in front of your dad......"

"Shyamala, I can't even believe it....."

"You have to believe it, dear... Do you know how many cocks Mullai has tasted? I know: you, your dad, Ravi, Daniel, and then Deepak....."

"What....? Her son Deepak too....? I don't know who to trust in this world anymore, Shyamala...!!!"

You crazy fool! You don't even trust me... Without your knowledge, your dad and my dad have already spurted into my pussy... If this continues, who knows how many more loads I'll collect... I thought to myself.

Arjun pulled me to the bed and sat down.

"Shyamala, we have to make this event an unforgettable function in our lifetime."

"Yes, husband... And if we add a bit of suspense, it will be mind-blowing."

"Suspense...? What suspense....?"

"The faceless painting you drew—use it like an invitation card, and add a question: 'Who is the third person who will fuck my wife?' They'll come thrillingly, wondering if it could be them, since we won't be there...."

"Shyamalaaaaa.... You've gone too far! And instead of me calling, what if you put: 'Who is the person my husband desires to fuck me? Why can't it be you?' and personally deliver the invitation to their hands..?"

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PART 29:




“The faceless painting you drew—use it like an invitation card, and add a question: 'Who is the third person who will fuck my wife?' They'll come thrillingly, wondering if it could be them, since we won't be there....”

“Shyamalaaaaa.... You've gone too far! And instead of me calling, what if you put: 'Who is the person my husband desires to fuck me? Why can't it be you?' and personally deliver the invitation to their hands..?”

We both agreed and started preparing the invitation. Then, we discussed all night how the event should unfold. Arjun said we'd leave the children at a friend's house. We decided on the next Saturday evening. The next morning, Sunday afternoon, I took the invitation Arjun had drawn and went to my father-in-law. When I gave it to him, he read it and was delighted. "Mmmhm... Who will get the chance as that third person?" he sighed deeply.

"Why not you, Dad? Why can't it be you?"

"How, dear? With this boy Arjun.... Would he do all this with his own father? So, definitely not me! If he had mentioned some lottery system, I might have had a chance."

"So what, Dad? When I'm ready to give myself to you, why all this?"

"That's true too, dear...!" Saying that, he kissed my picture on the invitation.

I also gave an invitation to Dad. Lakshmi, who was nearby, pressed her breasts against Dad's back from behind, peering eagerly over his shoulder to read it.

"Why all this, dear? Don't invite everyone and ruin the family honor!" he said regretfully.

But Lakshmi snatched the invitation from Dad, read it fully, and jumped for joy between heaven and earth. "Super idea, sis! Will you invite your friends... Uncle's friends too?" she asked eagerly. Smiling, I said, "Only for a very, very limited number of people. Besides, they're all connected to us one way or another. For the party, don't bring any of your friends."

Her face fell like a fused bulb. "Come on! It would be fun only with lots of outsiders," she said wistfully and left.

That evening, I called Daniel and went there. As soon as I arrived, Daniel and Purnima welcomed me eagerly. Purnima sat on a single sofa, and Daniel on the double sofa. With no other choice, I sat in the space next to him.

"Come, Shyamala! After you left last time, you didn't even call me! I thought you were angry with me."

"Yes, sis, he was really upset. Since my brother came, he kept complaining that you must be very angry."

"Tch, it's nothing. If I tell you, I really enjoyed it with your brother. All this was so new to me. I felt bad that I couldn't join with my husband."

I took the invitation from my bag and handed it over. "What, Shyamala girl, have you reached the age for this? Giving invitations and all," he said, opening it and then freezing in shock.

Seeing the change on his face, Purnima asked, "What, why are you looking like that?" She snatched the invitation from him, looked at it, and her mouth fell open in an 'O'.

"Ooooh.... very nice," she said, getting up from her seat, hugging me, and kissing me.



"Shyamala, have you selected that third person?" Daniel asked eagerly.

"No, my husband has selected him."

"Is it me?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't even know who it is. You come and find out yourself."

"Shyamala, if you say so, we can have the concert right here now," he said, hugging me as I sat on the sofa.

"Ouch, let go, Daniel. When he comes along, we can do it one day. I won't do anything without his knowledge," I said, pushing his hands away. Seeing the disappointment on his face made me feel strangely uneasy.

At Mullai's house, only Mullai and Deepak were there. Deepak sat hugging Mullai right in front of me. "What, Deepak? Are the exams all done? Did you write well?" I asked.

"Mmm... I wrote well, auntie," he said.

"Does Mom always hold her pallu when at home?"

"Look, sister-in-law! Even if I tell him, he won't listen," she said. He hugged her tighter and buried his face in her breasts.

Smiling, I handed her the invitation. She opened it, read it, and in shock, stuffed it back into the envelope. "Sister-in-law, what is this?" she asked.

"You, your husband......" I said, pausing, "must definitely bring my son-in-law too."

"He's just a boy; he doesn't need to come."

"Is he just a boy? I know what all mischief he does with you. Bring him quietly without making a fuss."

"Sister-in-law, will Dad be there?"

"Yes, so what if he is? Don't you know him?" Mullai sat silently for a while without speaking.

I lifted her chin and said, "I know A to Z of everything. Come without worry." She smiled and said, "Okay, sister-in-law! I'll call him today and tell him. For something like this, he'll come running right away," laughing as she spoke. I hugged and kissed her before leaving.

******

I was extremely happy. In my mind's eye, I savored my husband and father-in-law fucking me in front of everyone. At school, my colleagues noticed my occasional smiles and looked at me strangely. I was counting down the days.

On Saturday morning, I woke up at four a.m. Thinking about the event that evening made my mind overflow with joy. Finally, the day I had anticipated had arrived, and humming a song happily, as I tried to light the stove to make coffee, the calling bell rang. Wondering who it could be at this hour, I went and opened the door with a puzzled mind. There stood my affectionate younger brother Balu with his family. Mom was with them too. On any other day, I would have hugged him joyfully at this time. But today, I felt annoyed—who had told them to come now? Still, I mustered a smile on my face and welcomed them.

 

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(Lust full mind. Part 30)



Wondering who it could be at this hour, I went and opened the door with a puzzled mind. There stood my affectionate younger brother Balu with his family. Mom had come with him too. The smile on my face, which had been happy at the thought that Mom and my brother's family were coming to our house for the first time, changed in the next moment. If it were any other time, at this hour, I would have hugged them in joy and played. But today, only disgust came to me—who told them to come now? Still, summoning a smile on my face, I welcomed them.

From a young age, I had been very fond of my brother. He was two years younger than me. He would sweetly call me "sis, sis." I would always sleep hugging him. We would play together. Especially, playing "house" with Mom and Dad was what I liked the most. When I had just reached puberty, Mom would scold me a little for such things, but she wouldn't pay much attention.

The house we lived in Mumbai had only one room. That's where we all slept. Even then, we would lie next to each other, hugging tightly. Occasionally, we would make some mistakes. My brother had also been very close to Mom right in front of my eyes. That's why Mom couldn't bear to separate from him and had come with him now instead of Dad. My brother's wife, Kamini, was as beautiful as someone I would envy. This was the first time I was seeing her properly.

Dad and my sister Lakshmi coming made my memories blur. Sister Lakshmi ran and swept up the child in her arms. Joy overflowed on Dad's face upon seeing his daughter-in-law. In a short time, Arjun also came, and happiness tied the knot there. My father-in-law too came with them and mingled. But I alone was sad, wondering how to conduct today's event.

The house itself was in full revelry. Arjun was drawing something on the drawing board there. Seeing my brother hugging and talking to my sister made me feel a bit jealous. His hand was on her breasts, whether intentionally or not. I felt like shouting at him to remove his hand and place it on my breasts instead, squeezing them.

Dad was melting in front of his daughter-in-law. It had been seven or eight years since I last saw my brother Balu. I had seen him before his marriage. His elder son was five years old now, looking exactly like Arjun, not like his father—stamping a perfect copy. Moreover, at just five, he drew pictures exceptionally well, which surprised me. The second child, Sundari, three years old, was clinging to her grandpa just like that.

Since it was the last day of the year, I definitely had to go to school. As usual, I left for school. Once there, I called Daniel and Mullai and told them the event was canceled for today. Both were as disappointed as me. Since the portion was already completed, there was no work to take classes that day. I seated the students in my class, told them to study for exams, and sat in the chair. My memories slowly drifted back.

Puberty... how sweet it was. And if born with a brother, nothing in the world is as pleasurable as that. I sighed deeply, counting the days I spent that phase happily with my brother.

Though I was elder to him, when it came to sex, we were equals. He would learn from his school friends and tell me some things, and I would be surprised if such things really happened. At night, it had become routine for me to hold his cock, and for him to squeeze my breasts.

Back then, I would often feel the fluid gushing in my pussy with my hands in wonder and enjoy it. One night, as he lifted my nightie from behind and tried to thrust his cock into my pussy, it struck awkwardly, and I screamed in unbearable pain. Mom woke up and asked what happened; I hesitated and said nothing, a lizard... a lizard fell on me.

Luckily, Mom didn't notice my nightie hiked above my waist. His rough thrust hurt in my pussy for a long time. When he tried again, I pushed him away and scolded him. Since such attempts by him to enter my pussy and my resistance had become routine, and after that Mom showed him her pussy, he stopped trying with me.

A month before my marriage was fixed, one day he told me he had seen Mom and Dad having sex. Surprised, I asked why he woke me up. Every night, we would stay awake watching Mom and Dad. One day, Balu was lying next to Mom; I was behind him, pressing my breasts against his back. It was around one a.m. Balu patted me from behind to alert me; I slowly lifted my head and looked.

Mom was lying facing Balu; she had turned her back to Dad. Dad had removed her blouse. His hands caressing her waist were visible in the dim light. Mom's hands took his and placed it on her breasts. She slightly opened her eyes to see if we were asleep. Balu pressed my head down; I lowered it too. Balu pretended to sleep. Then, Mom removed the hand Dad was holding and tightly closed her eyes.

Dad unhooked Mom's blouse and pulled out her breasts, squeezing them with his hands for a while. He slid his hand down and lifted her saree above her knees. He gently caressed her shining legs. Then, bending down, he rubbed his lips from bottom to top on her banana-trunk thighs, lifting her saree higher. The saree climbed above her waist, and he buried his face in the middle of her heavy hips.

I grabbed Balu's cock; it was standing rough like a rock, erect more than ever. The next action he did shocked me. As if in sleep, he brought his face near Mom and buried it in her breasts. Mom opened her eyes slightly and looked, then pressed his head against her breasts.

He rubbed his face on Mom's breasts; overwhelmed Mom stroked his head and thrust her breast into his mouth like feeding milk. Below, Dad inserted his tongue into her hip cleft from behind and savored her pussy. My brother was sucking Mom's breasts. My hand gently shook his cock.

Mom saw Dad coming up rubbing her back and pushed him away; he removed his face from Mom's breasts. Dad held his cock and thrust it into Mom's pussy from behind; Mom bit her lips and began moaning. Dad started fucking Mom from behind while squeezing her breasts. The emotions on Mom's face did something to me.

I placed my other hand on my pussy and began fingering it. Emotions surged in me, and I started sweating. I felt like taking his cock and putting it in my pussy. For the first time, I regretted wasting the opportunity I had gotten all these days. If he tried today, I shouldn't stop him; I should experience the pleasure with him, my mind urged.

As Dad's cock went in and out of Mom's pussy, Mom kept her eyes closed, bit her pallu in her mouth, and suppressed her emotions. In a short time, Dad writhed. Mom opened her eyes and looked. After hugging Mom tightly for a while, Dad later withdrew, limp. Mom pulled her saree down to her legs. Without hooking her blouse, she placed the pallu over her breasts and closed her eyes. In a few moments, Dad started snoring, turning his back to Mom.

My brother, freeing his cock from my hand, moved closer to Mom. His hands entered under Mom's pallu and began squeezing her exposed breasts. Mom opened her eyes and kissed his forehead. He captured her lips. As they sucked each other's lips, his hand roughly squeezed Mom's breasts.

Mom held his cock over the lungi. For a moment, unbelieving, she pulled the lungi aside and marveled at its size. Balu boldly lifted Mom's saree. Dad's semen was dripping on her thighs, making her pussy shine. He eagerly held it in his hand and pressed the hole.

Mom lay flat and pulled him on top. He came over Mom and tried to thrust his cock into her pussy. Since it was his first time, he missed and it went between her thighs. Mom held his cock and positioned it correctly; he thrust with all his strength.

Mom screamed "Ah... ah..." and tightly closed her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked around to stop him. Dad slept soundly without stirring at the noise, snoring even louder. I too closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

He began climbing on Mom and pounding. Mom, repeatedly looking at Dad and me, lifted her hips and began enjoying her son's cock going in and out of her pussy. In a short time, he spurted his semen into Mom's pussy; Mom, overexcited, hugged him tightly and showered kisses.

The next day, he roughly described the adventure of putting his cock in Mom's pussy inch by inch; my pussy yearned more and more for his cock. After that, it became a daily habit. After Dad slept, Mom called him for relations every day. He attacked Mom without tiring and satisfied her fully. Mom became very attached to him.

Sometimes, after Dad slept, their relations continued for a long time. I felt my brother distancing from me. As a married woman, I thought of him more than my husband. I began dreaming of his cock going in and out of my pussy. As my wedding day approached, my desire to have his cock in my pussy before it was too late became hopeless. After marriage, for many days, I imagined Arjun's cock as my brother's and took it in.

When Arjun noticed me well and satisfied me fully in various ways with his moderate sex feelings, I gradually forgot him. Now, seeing my brother, old memories came to my mind, and my pussy began yearning for his monster cock again. Even though Mom hadn't come, if I told Arjun, he would happily let me fuck with my brother in front of him. But Mom had come too; without his cock, she couldn't even spend a day, I sighed.

 

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(Lust full minds. Part 31)



Incest was nothing new to Sundaram. He had seen his own son enjoying his wife with his own eyes. In his mind's eye, the events from 12 years ago bloomed like flowers and faded. That was when he had married off his daughter Shyamala and sent her with her husband. Besides Shyamala, Sundaram had a son Balu and a daughter Lakshmi. Balu was 22 then, and his sister was 12.

His wife Gomathi was a bit plump but very beautiful. She was 40 at the time. There was a 15-year age difference between him and her. Her fair complexion, plump 38-inch breasts, and the two folds at her waist gave Sundaram a special kick. He would often wish to fuck her all day long in his mind.

But what could he do? The house they lived in Mumbai had only one room. That's where they cooked, ate, slept, and fucked—all activities. Sundaram worked as an assistant in a company. His son Balu was pursuing a master's degree, which took half of Sundaram's salary.

Plus, his medical expenses, and now he had just married off his daughter, with the loan taken for that and the interest... mmm.... A private house, with a separate room for themselves, remained a dream for him.

At night, they all lay next to each other, a bit squeezed. Sundaram would have relations with his wife only once a week, and once during new moon, and only after ensuring all children were asleep. Eight years ago, after a heart attack, he would sleep well only if he took sleeping pills at night. By the time she finished household chores and came, he would usually be asleep. When he had strong desire, he would wait without taking the pill until she came.

After confirming all children were asleep, when Sundaram touched his wife Gomathi, she would mostly be asleep due to exhaustion from housework. Even if awake, she would look around, checking if the children were watching, and say, "The kids have grown up. At this age, do you still want this?" scolding him, without much interest in intimacy.

If not, he would finish his work with her while she slept, like a debt. From the day Shyamala's marriage was fixed, he couldn't even touch his wife. Coming tired from wedding preparations, he had no interest in relations.

Accordingly, Gomathi too hadn't been fully engaged with him for some days. Wondering if she was distancing herself because their daughter was getting married, he would fall asleep in exhaustion. Today too, determined to fuck his wife, he held his uncontrollable cock in hand, skipped the pill, and waited for night.

Just like that, that day too, after his wife lay down, she fell asleep deeply. His cock stood erect, throbbing with desire. He poked it multiple times against her hips, but she showed no sign of waking. Luckily, daughter Lakshmi was at her in-law's house with her sister. He slightly lifted his head to check if his son was asleep.

Seeing him sleeping soundly, he slipped his hand into Gomathi's blouse. He gently squeezed her breasts over the blouse with his hand. Gomathi moaned softly. He unhooked the blouse and grabbed her breasts. He enjoyed her plump breasts in his palm. He circled her nipples with his finger. He pinched and pulled them lightly. He squeezed them between his two fingers.

Wrapping his leg over her banana-trunk thighs, he lifted her saree. Her fair legs glistened in the dim light. He caressed her thigh with his hand, slowly lifting the saree above her waist, and rubbed her soft, soft hips. His hand caressed her hip cleft and rubbed her pussy from behind.

As he slowly inserted his finger into her hole, it was bathed in her wetness. Wow! Are you in heat too? He felt happy. Sometimes, she would pretend to sleep when he caressed her. Like a cat closing its eyes thinking the world is dark—isn't that it? Similarly, she felt satisfied thinking no one would notice if she closed her eyes tightly. He understood she was pretending the same way that day too.

His two fingers entered her hole and played. While doing so, he placed his cock in her hip cleft and rubbed up and down. Unexpectedly, he ejaculated prematurely. Beyond his control, his cock spurted semen on her hips. His cock shriveled like a deflated balloon. He felt a sudden emptiness.

After many days of eager anticipation, he was disappointed at climaxing like this. Gomathi angrily pulled down her saree with a snap. She flung away his hand from her breast, folded her legs, lay down, and said angrily, "Take your pill and sleep."

Sundaram sighed at his fate and reached for the pill box to take the medicine. Oh, the sleeping pills were empty. No problem, skipping one day is fine, he thought, and tried to sleep.

More than worrying about his premature ejaculation, Sundaram was upset that he couldn't satisfy his wife. With that worry, he dozed off a bit. Suddenly, a soft moan woke him up. That sound was coming from his wife. Seeing his wife with her back to him, he slightly lifted his head and looked, shocked. Gomathi's pallu had slipped off.

Since the hooks of her blouse were unhooked, her fair breasts lay freely exposed. His son Balu had buried his face in Mom's breasts and was trying to stuff them into his mouth. Gomathi was lying with her eyes tightly closed, not looking at anyone, immersed in the thought that no one was looking at her.

Anger surged in Sundaram. He was angry at his son for savoring his mother's breasts. After thinking for a while, he thought it was impossible for this to happen without his wife's knowledge. Just then, his wife Gomathi pressed Balu's head against her chest and lovingly combed his hair with her fingers.

Sundaram, who touched his bald head, understood that Gomathi had given her breasts to him knowing it was his son. Though anger had come first, upon knowing that his wife also desired this, his anger subsided a bit.

He thought calmly. What is wrong if she wants to get the pleasure she doesn't get from me from her son? He calmed down. Okay, let's see what happens, and he began watching them.

Balu was sucking Mom's breasts like drinking milk in fistfuls. Gomathi was pressing and holding his head with hers. Occasionally, she kissed his head. He heard her moaning "Balu... Balu..." "Drink the milk well from Mom... sss... don't bite..." she pushed him away from her breasts. After finishing drinking Mom's breast milk, he held her folded waist and hugged her.

His hand caressed her waist, entered her unhooked blouse, and rubbed her bare back. He pressed his lips to her neck and kissed. He captured her lips with his. They bit and savored each other's lips.

They kissed each other, looking into each other's eyes. Sundaram held his throbbing cock in his hand.

Balu's hand slid down and unhooked her saree. Gomathi watched him unhooking her saree, which surprised Sundaram. Until now, she had never consented to unhooking her saree. Fearing the children would see, she would lift her saree from behind without anyone knowing and allow him to fuck. After Shyamala reached puberty, she never consented to unhooking her saree for him. Only on rare holiday days when no one was home, like hitting the jackpot, he would strip her naked, drink her beauty with his eyes, and fuck. Now, her consenting to her son unhooking her saree without any resistance was surprising.

He unhooked and removed the saree and petticoat together and placed them aside, hugged her, and rubbed her plump pumpkin hips. She shrank into his hands. Then, he laid her flat and climbed on top. He spread her hands on both sides with his hands and held them rough. His chest pressed her breasts. Placing his head slightly higher, he gazed at his mother's face for a while. A gentle smile bloomed on Gomathi's lips.

"Why are you looking like that?" Gomathi whispered to him.

"You look very beautiful today, Mom."

"Are you seeing Mom today like yesterday? Only today do I look beautiful?"

"For a month, I haven't gotten the opportunity, Mom. Isn't it only today?"

"What are you saying?"

"All these days, I have only seen you lifting the saree and fucking. Only today, I got the chance to see you fully."

"Tch, go away, I'm embarrassed...!" Gomathi was genuinely embarrassed and covered her face with her hands.

What is this boy saying... a month...? So, have they been secretly doing this without my knowledge? Sundaram was confused.

"My dear..." Gomathi kissed her son on the forehead and continued. "When sister was about to get married, I was a bit careful so that nothing bad would happen."

"Even then, you look a bit more beautiful today, Mom."

"Mmm... I look beautiful to you. But to your dad, I don't. Whenever he sees, it's always the same. Even today, see, he came roughly, spilled the semen outside, and slept."

You rascal, why do I look the same? If you show properly, that's what I do! Saying the kids are there, you kept everything hidden. Now, only for the boy, you open fully in front of me, Sundaram grumbled inside.

After that, no words between the two; they were kissing each other. As he bit Mom's breasts, "Lie down, gently..." she pouted. Her hands pulled his lungi. She slipped her hand into the underwear and held his plump cock, placing it at her hole entrance. As he pressed it into her pussy, "Gently... gently... gently..." she said, taking it fully inside.

"Why, even now it hurts when it goes in, Mom?"

"Your demon cock would hurt any pussy it enters!"

"Dad's is not this big, Mom?"

"Hmm... How is Dad's to you... It's the same size as his, so yours is big too."

"Did you compare with Dad, Mom?"

"Hmm... I saw when he fucked Mom. But... I compared with my father-in-law. That too is like your Dad's."

Sundaram's heart grew heavy hearing this. Thinking that his wife, who had been a faithful virgin throughout these 25 years of marriage and hadn't mounted any other woman, had betrayed him, he hated life.

Balu, who had smeared his mother's face with kisses again, pulled his cock out and thrust it back into her pussy. Now, his cock began going in and out of her pussy rhythmically. The soft moaning sound of Gomathi echoed in Sundaram's ears like music. That's when he realized that watching one's own people getting fucked by others is a special pleasure. Especially, his wife getting fucked by the son she bore gave him a unique kick. Though he had seen many blue films, he felt they were dust before this.

In a short time, he understood why his wife had fallen for his son. As his plump cock roughly went in and out of her pussy, she shook her head side to side, began squeezing his back with her hands. He was exploring her pussy without tiring. In the rush of emotion, she wrapped him with her legs and showered him with kisses.

In a short time, Gomathi's eyes rolled up. Her mouth twisted. Sundaram panicked for a moment. But as Balu spurted his semen into her pussy, she joyfully took it all and, exhausted, hugged him and kissed. After a few minutes, she separated from him, got up, dressed her saree, and lay hugging Sundaram as if nothing had happened, placing her leg over him.

Gomathi was startled feeling the gentle warmth of Sundaram's lips on her forehead. Sundaram was kissing her forehead. Had he not slept as we thought? Her mind thumped. Had he seen everything...? Fear dried her mouth.

"Very, very super, Gomathi!" he whispered in her ear, and she burst.

To dispel her fear, he gently patted her back. "From now on, you can happily be with your son in front of me without fear. I won't be an obstacle. Your happiness is my happiness too," saying that, she hugged him affectionately.

From that day until Lakshmi returned, he enjoyed watching them fuck wildly in front of his eyes. Sometimes, he joined them too. Like thunder on both sides of the cloud, Gomathi experienced joy in life without deception from both sides. This happiness lasted for five years.

Five years later, he searched for a suitable girl for his son. But his son, without telling him, married some Kamini or Mokini, that too a nude model! Would his child marry her after seeing and seeing? What face would he show to introduce her to his son-in-law and daughter? He didn't like Balu marrying and bringing her at all.

Not liking even to see his face, without allowing them inside the house, he stopped them outside and sent them away through his wife. If he had seen his daughter-in-law Kamini in person, his mind might have changed seeing her beauty and accepted them. But after that, Gomathi became a ghost. Her mind was thinking only of her son. Sundaram's intimacy with Gomathi slackened a bit.

 

[Syamala_39]

(Lust full minds. Part 32)




Seeing his brother-in-law, his wife Kamini, and his mother-in-law, Arjun felt joyful. Why not...? How many nights had he enjoyed that beauty goddess Kamini along with his brother-in-law? The fact that their elder son was born from the relationship between him and her was a secret known only to her, him, and Balu. Now, as a five-year-old boy, he was an exact replica of Arjun. Moreover, drawing pictures so well at such a young age—what more proof is needed that he is Arjun's seed! He smiled contentedly at Kamini and looked at his son.

She too smiled at him, recalling her old memories in her mind.

Back then, it had been two years since her marriage. But no children yet. Since she and Balu had married for love, his family was angry with him. None of Balu's family spoke to them. Especially, Sundaram had said he was not his son. At that time, Shyamala was the one who worried the most.

Through her sister, she learned that Mom had become bedridden and Dad had weakened and passed away. She was saddened that her father had disowned her brother and his wife. For that, she once told her husband Arjun to go to Mumbai and try to reconcile her brother with the family. Accordingly, there was an exhibition in Mumbai, and he had two weeks of work there. Shyamala happily sent him off to Mumbai, saying he could use that time to reunite the family.

That's how Arjun came to his brother-in-law's office, got his address, and arrived at the house in the evening. When he arrived, his brother-in-law was not at home. Kamini opened the door; Arjun was stunned seeing her. Wearing a loose top and shorts that revealed her thighs well, meeting her unexpectedly after a long time made him marvel.

For a moment, wondering if he had come to the wrong house, he looked at her and stammered, "Miss... Balu..."

At the same time, she too was shocked seeing him and stood frozen. Sweat beaded profusely on her face. He knew all about her past life. She panicked for a moment, thinking he had come to take revenge since he once tried to get her but failed.

"Yes, this is his house. I am his wife. What do you want?" she asked, swallowing her saliva in fear, looking at him.

Thinking his brother-in-law had married this girl, "Hey Kamini, it's me, Arjun—don't you recognize me?" As he asked, Balu arrived exactly then. Seeing him, surprised, he said, "Come in, bro!" and led him inside the house.

In the living room of the house, a life-size nude photo of Kamini was pasted on the wall. Seeing it, Arjun stood stunned. With one hand covering her breasts and the other her pussy, standing with crossed legs—that photo aroused his lust. As he stared at it unabashedly, feeling his brother-in-law's hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

"What, bro, why are you staring like that? Kamini loves exposing her body and having others admire it. The photo looks great, right! I selected it and pasted it here," he said affectionately, caressing it.

"Everyone who comes here will see it! Won't some people think badly seeing it?"

"What are you saying, bro? She has such a body. I pasted it here so everyone can admire it as art. Now you're seeing it too—does it look obscene to you? But you're enjoying it. Most see it as art. I don't worry about what a few think! Because Kamini is like fire when it comes to chastity. She won't let anyone near her."

Arjun thought Kamini wouldn't have told him about her youthful days.

As Balu inquired about him and his sister Shyamala, he struggled to answer the questions. His mind was fully occupied with thoughts of Kamini's past life. His eyes occasionally glanced at her nude photo without fail. Kamini, from the kitchen, watched him warily, fearing he might blurt out something about her past.

Whenever Arjun came to Mumbai alone, he wouldn't stay at his father-in-law's house. He would stay at a lodge. The reason was that staying in a room with his father-in-law and brother-in-law made him uncomfortable. Balu wouldn't let Arjun stay at the lodge. He insisted he stay at his house. Since Balu's house had a separate bedroom, Arjun agreed.

That night, lying in the hall, the nude photo of Kamini on the wall glowed in the lighting, driving him mad. His cock stiffened, throbbing with desire for her. So he closed his eyes. Even with eyes closed, memories of Kamini's past life flooded his mind's eye.

It had been two years since Arjun's marriage. At that time, Shyamala wasn't working. Their elder daughter was one year old. He was living in Chennai with his wife Shyamala. He was working at a painting college there. At that time, the one who came there as a model was Kamini. To make students understand anatomy, it was the college's practice to hire women part-time. Mostly, they would be widows or divorcees, or women suffering in poverty, coming for money.

Or sometimes, prostitutes would come as models. They would shamelessly show their bodies and, if possible, turn some students into their customers and take them away. But seeing the beauty of Kamini, the 20-year-old budding woman, the college was stunned. Her 32-26-38 measurements reminded of a perfectly proportioned statue. Moreover, when she consented to model naked without hesitation, everyone overflowed with enthusiasm, and they drew and drew her beauty. Even when she posed naked, she was fiery in other matters.

For Arjun, talking to nude models and caressing their limbs while explaining to students was nothing new. Until then, lust hadn't risen in him. He would treat them as subjects. But upon seeing Kamini, the buried lust in him began to surface for the first time. He felt a rage within him every time he saw her. He frequently touched her, caressed her limbs, and quenched his desire. At that time, she took it casually, but once when he touched and hugged her with desire, she pushed him away, slapped him roughly, and left.

Fearing something was wrong with him, the next day he went to her and apologized. She too took it magnanimously and didn't make it big. After that, he conducted many classes making her stand naked as a model. But after that, he behaved without any slack in the dignity of his work. Seeing that, she respected him a lot. She accepted him as her friend. They became close respectfully. A year rolled by.

One day, the college principal called him urgently to his guest house. When he went there, Kamini was sitting in front of him; her cheeks were swollen, eyes red, as if she had cried a lot.

Arjun sat looking alternately at both. Breaking the silence, looking at him, the college principal began to speak. "Arjun, what I'm going to say should not be known to anyone," starting with a cigarette, he said, and Arjun began to listen to what he said.

"Arjun, I have been in a relationship with Kamini for the past year. We two have been living like husband and wife. Now, she has become pregnant. I know I'm the reason. But I can't say I'm the father of her child. You know my daughter's marriage talks are going on. If this matter comes out at this time, my daughter's marriage will be stopped.

We are thinking of removing the child growing in Kamini's womb. Kamini too has consented to this. But if I take her to the hospital and something happens, and my name gets ruined, then my daughter's life...? So, you take her and get the pregnancy terminated and come. Kamini too said you. We must ensure this matter doesn't come out. Please, for my sake, you must do this," saying that, he held his hands.

Surprise upon surprise for Arjun. Had she had a relationship with him, who was grandfather age? With her beauty, young men would fight for her—why didn't I keep her like a queen, he thought, and took her to terminate the pregnancy. Both traveled in the car silently.

Seeing him, she flinched. Moreover, frequently rubbing the cheek he had slapped made her feel moral dilemma. After the abortion, during rest in solitude, she told him her sad story.

******

 

[Syamala_39]

( Lust full minds. Part 33)




Kamini was 18 years old. At that time, her body had developed well and was in a way that attracted anyone who saw it. Having lost her mother and father, she was living with her grandfather. Three rogues who had been eyeing her for a long time took advantage of the time when she was alone at home and raped her brutally.

When their demon cocks tore her virgin pussy, she writhed in pain. They bit and tormented her body here and there. The first one who fucked her showed no mercy and roughly thrust his huge cock into her birth organ, piercing it. Kamini screamed and cried, unable to bear the pain. In a short time, she fainted, and the three of them took turns enjoying her and left her there as she was.

Her grandfather, who saw her lying like a blood-soaked rag, trembled and swept her up in his arms, placing her on the bed. He was devastated seeing her. His granddaughter's alluring body aroused lust in him.

As she hugged him and cried, like applying incense, his hands gently rubbed her red, plump hips. He kissed her forehead and gradually went down, cleaning the tears from her eyes with his tongue. The gentle approach of him was pleasant to her, who was exhausted by the violence of the young men. She hugged him even tighter.

As he captured and savored her lips, she began to cooperate with him. He wiped the blood oozing from her torn cheeks with a rough cloth and cleaned it well. Her hairless, shining pussy aroused his rage. As he rubbed her pussy mound with his tongue, she lost herself in the pleasure it gave. It felt like medicine for her wounded pussy.

He gradually brought her under his control and gently squeezed and savored her breasts. The gentle warmth of his mouth was pleasant to her breasts and medicine for the wound in them. She felt changes happening within her. She felt her pussy getting wet and sticky. She couldn't suppress the feelings that were aroused by him, which she hadn't felt when being raped. He slowly pressed his cock into her hole.

Her pussy, which was rough with rough semen and slippery with wetness, easily took in his small cock. She felt the pleasure that wasn't there when the rogues raped her, now coming from her grandfather's cock. She couldn't forget that experience. From that day, she said that seeing elderly people arouses desire in her, and seeing young men doesn't arouse any excitement other than fear.

He held her hands and comforted her. She said that her grandfather occasionally enjoyed her, and after he died, the college principal, her grandfather's friend, gave her this job.

After that, she didn't come to college for work. He learned that she had sold the house and gone somewhere. No one, including the principal, knew where she went. After that, he completely forgot her.

Now, he was seeing her here as his brother-in-law's wife. How she fell in love with him remained a mystery he couldn't understand. A question arose in him whether his brother-in-law knew about her past. Still, he didn't want to cause trouble between them by revealing her.

He was happy inside that she had come as his brother-in-law's wife. Was the reason that he would get the opportunity to frequently admire her beauty? He felt the lust that had sprouted for her burning like a fire within him.

Disturbed by Kamini's memories, he got up and went to the terrace. In a short time after he went, Kamini also came there. She was still as beautiful as when he saw her five years ago, without losing any charm, which surprised him. In the moonlight, her beauty shone even more.

She had removed her shorts and shirt and was wearing a nightgown. As her hair fluttered in the cool wind, her thin nightgown stuck to her body, showing her bra and panties. It showed the volume of her breasts trapped in the bra and the heavy mound bulging between her thighs. He stood stunned, not knowing how to suppress the lust arising in his mind. If he had gotten a woman like her, he could have fucked her all day, he thought.

Tch... what am I thinking? She is his brother's wife, my sister-in-law. What is wrong with Shyamala? What has she denied me? Why is my mind wandering like this madly? Arjun couldn't understand.

It seemed like a sadness was gripping her face. For some time, both stood holding hands. The house was a bit isolated, quiet without traffic noise.

Breaking that silence, Kamini started speaking first.

"Brother!" she called, and he looked up at her. Her nightgown fluttered in the wind, occasionally showing her panties and the mound inside. Controlling his turbulent mind, "Mmm...." he said.

"Is it okay if I call you like this...."

He let out a deep sigh and, though he didn't like it, said "Mmm...."

"Brother.... I didn't tell him everything that happened to me in my young age."

"Yes, you run away even from young men seeing you, Kamini, then how did you... with Balu..."

She sighed deeply, "Our marriage was an accident, brother! He loved me unilaterally. Because of me, you know... because of my past bitter experiences, I don't like boys... for some reason, I like elderly people a lot.... That's why I didn't tell him my consent."

"Then how...?"

"I was afraid that if I told him what happened in my young age, he would distance from me. I told him that boys raped me brutally and that's why I hate boys. Besides, I said it's professional nude modeling where I expose my body."

"If boys raped you, there's no fault of yours. Besides, I'm happy seeing your body admired by everyone," he said, and after that, he started loving me very intensely. For the first time, an attraction for him arose in my mind. He forced me to marry him. I thought in this society, beautiful women can't live alone. I realized I needed a man's protection.

Besides, I thought he would be a protector for me living alone. So, I married him. But fearing that if I said I was a grandmother to two grandfathers, he would distance from me, I hid it. Even today, he thinks I'm fire to others....” she sighed deeply.

"How is your married life?"

"It's going well. First, I was very scared seeing his organ. He never forced me. He gradually reduced my fear and brought me to normal. Still, occasional small frictions. Not giving a child is a big regret for him."

"You two should do a medical checkup."

She smiled at me. "How, brother? You know well there's no fault in me. If there's fault in him...? How much pain would he feel? That's why, even though he called many times, I don't go for medical checkup. That's a regret for him. Occasionally, we fight a bit. Now, he has started to suspect that the fault is with me.

Because of that, he has started to hate me a bit. He said he likes his mother a lot. He told me he has sexual relations with her. For some days, he is tormented thinking of his mother. He wants to bring his mother here somehow. He wants to be happy with them."

Arjun was surprised. Had his brother-in-law fucked his mother-in-law? He couldn't believe it. Even if he had hate for him, it didn't matter; respect for Kamini began to arise in him for thinking that he should be happy, not suffer.

******

 

[Syamala_39]

(Lust full minds. Part 34)



The next day, Arjun and Balu went to the bar and drank liquor. Both drank a bit too much. In drunkenness, when Arjun asked lightly, Balu told him about his relationship with his mother, saying he was suffering a lot without her, and cried. Arjun bought him another peg additionally and listened to his full story.

When he said that he had made some mistakes with his wife Shyamala before marriage, and his attempt to fuck her ended in failure, it shocked Arjun a bit, but he felt his excitement increasing. For Arjun, whose interest in incest relationships had arisen, this became a Ganesha's loop. He felt he too should enjoy his mother-in-law, whom his brother-in-law had enjoyed.

Both left the bar and reached home. Kamini looked beautiful in another nightgown that day. The shine of her fair thighs drove him mad. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was proclaimed by the nipples protruding through her nightgown. Kamini supported the slightly staggering Balu, took him to the bedroom, and laid him down.

Arjun lay on the sofa in the hall. At midnight, hearing sound from the bedroom, Arjun woke up startled. The sound of Balu and Kamini kissing continued. The bed sound and kissing sound didn't let Arjun sleep peacefully. Coming to a decision, he got up like a cat and pushed the bedroom door; it opened without noise.

Balu and Kamini were lying without a piece of cloth on their bodies. Kamini was lying below with legs spread, and Balu was lying on top pressing her. Seeing that, Arjun's cock began to stiffen. Kamini's body, like shining silver, gleamed in the dim light. Standing quietly watching them, his mouth and cock drooled.

Balu's chest was pressing Kamini's beautiful breasts. Balu had captured her red lips. But there was no emotion on Kamini's face. Her breasts were squishing and flattening under the pressure of his chest. Arjun's hand grabbed his cock.

Balu took Kamini's hand and placed it on his cock; she held Balu's cock in her hand. Arjun was amazed seeing its thickness and length. It must be at least 10 inches long. He had seen such a cock only in blue films with niggers. He understood why she wasn't cooperating with him. He could feel how much it would have hurt her virgin pussy when he thrust it in.

Kamini held his cock and placed it at her pussy entrance. Balu pressed it slowly into her pussy; from her facial expression, he could understand the pain she felt when it went in. His elephant trunk-like cock entered her pussy slowly, tearing it; she bit her lips and swallowed her pain. Arjun watched them fuck slowly with desire.

Balu was exploring Kamini's pussy with his cock from above; Kamini, however, was giving in dutifully to his thrusts without any emotion on her face. Accidentally turning her head towards the door, Kamini saw Arjun standing there. A small enthusiasm appeared on her face. Until then, she had been getting fucked by Balu somewhat indifferently; now, she began lifting her hips up and down for him.

Excited by that, Balu too started rubbing his elephant trunk-like cock into her pussy rampantly. Kamini, looking at Arjun, turned her husband over from above to below. Climbing on him, she placed her pussy on his elephant trunk and pressed. Feeling his cock completely disappear into her pussy, she began fucking him with more rage than before.

For Arjun, who had returned to his bed, Kamini fucking her husband while looking at him had aroused his emotions intensely. He had been looking at her nude photo for a long time. He tossed without sleep for a long time. Coming to a decision, he slowly got up, went, and opened their room door. Balu and Kamini were sleeping soundly. Balu was lying wall-side; Kamini was lying on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin silky nightgown, turning her back to Arjun.

The neck of the nightgown had slipped low, showing her red back. The thin strap had slipped down from her shoulder and hung. She had tied her hair up to her waist. Arjun walked silently and sat on the edge of the bed near her. The lace-trimmed bra of her nightgown couldn't contain her swinging breasts and was struggling. The flesh of her breasts visible in the neck cleavage mesmerized him. He gently rubbed her breast flesh with his finger. Her hands moved independently and slapped his hand away.

He slowly withdrew his gaze. Since she was lying with legs curled, the nightgown had climbed above her thighs, showing her lace panties. Her pussy was bulging and protruding from behind in the panties. Her thighs shone like gold in the dim lamp light. The lace border of her nightgown was imprinted on her thighs, adding beauty. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he ran his finger on her thighs. Seeing a small movement from her, he withdrew his hand. Then, he slowly rubbed the bulging pussy. She writhed.

He lay close to her from behind, rubbing his face on her bare back. Feeling his warm breath on her back, she unknowingly turned and lay flat. The breasts standing like spears inside the nightgown aroused excitement in Arjun. He slowly got up, placed his legs on both sides of her waist, knelt down, bent, and gently pressed her lips with his lips and lifted. Her tongue came out independently, wet her lips, and went back into her mouth.

Gaining a bit of courage, he pressed his lips on her lips firmly. She woke up startled and tried to struggle and push him away. He covered her mouth with his hand and put a finger to his mouth, saying "Shhh...." Her eyes widened; she looked at her husband lying turning his back to her. He was sleeping soundly, in the exhaustion of having fucked her once and the effect of the beaten liquor.

In those few seconds when she relaxed a bit, he used it to his advantage and pressed his lips firmly on her lips. She hit him with her hands, struggling to show her resistance, but he didn't care and sucked and savored her lips. When Balu moved a bit on the bed, she got scared and looked at him. Arjun too paused savoring her lips for a moment and looked at Balu. Luckily, Balu changed position and started sleeping again.

Arjun began savoring her lips again. Struggling, she freed her lips from his once and, covering her mouth with her hand, looked at him and pleaded with her eyes, 'Please, no.' Her eyes were looking at her husband occasionally with fear.

"Brother, what is this? I had been thinking of you only as a brother...." she said with a face full of fear, as if her husband would wake up any moment. But he was not in the mood to listen; her beauty had driven him mad.

"Please, Kamini.... I can't control my desire for you anymore. Just this once, please...." begging, he placed his mouth on her nightgown and bit her breasts.

"Ouch, brother, leave me! If he wakes up, it will be a problem." Her words were like blowing a conch in a deaf ear. He pulled down the strap of the nightgown and tried to remove it. She crossed her hands over her chest and tried to prevent him from removing it. He slid behind her between her and Balu. For Kamini, it felt like her breath stopped for a moment. There was only millimeters distance between him and Balu.

Arjun hugged her with one hand and with the other pulled down the zip of his shorts, taking out his cock. He took her hand and placed it on his cock; she jerked once like electricity struck and pulled her hand away. He lifted her nightgown and rubbed his cock in her ass cleft.

She brought her hands back and pushed him. But Arjun's grip was like iron. Rubbing and holding her breasts, he tried to thrust his cock into her pussy from behind. She refused to submit to him, struggling; with unrelenting effort, he thrust his cock into her hole. Feeling his cock enter her pussy, she covered her mouth and cried. She calmed down thinking nothing more would happen.

Arjun moved from behind, rubbing his cock in and out of her pussy. His hand rolled and squeezed her nipples. Until a moment ago, she had been resisting; now, she felt the pleasure of his cock rubbing her pussy walls. Unlike the pain her husband's thick cock gave her pussy, Arjun's cock was giving only pleasure, she realized.

Occasional, fearing her husband would wake up, she turned and looked. But Balu was sleeping soundly as if thunder struck; he wouldn't wake up. Arjun's cock was rubbing like a piston in her pussy. Her breasts were squishing in his hand. Kamini was now swept away in waves of emotion.

Accordingly, humming and moaning, she pushed her hips back, making it easier for him to fuck well. Feeling his body spurting his fluid into her pussy, Kamini was amazed thinking of the pleasure his cock had given that her husband's cock hadn't.

Hugging her from behind and comforting her for a while, Arjun pulled his shriveled cock out of her pussy. Then, kissing her back and burying his face in her neck, rubbing with lips. After hugging her a bit more, he got up. Getting down from the bed, he turned and looked at her face. Her face, red from crying, seemed to ask, "Why did you do this?" It did something to him. Not believing that we had done this, he lowered his head and left from there.

The next morning, when he woke up, Balu had gone to the office. Seeing Kamini coming with coffee, Arjun hung his head embarrassed.

"What, brother, did you sleep well?" she asked, and Arjun looked at her surprised. He wondered how she could talk to him so naturally.

After giving the coffee and sitting next to him, “Sorry, Kamini. Last night, I behaved like a beast with you,” he said in a soft voice, struggling to look at her.

Kamini, who had been looking at him for a while, unexpectedly pressed her lips to his and said, “Can you thread the needle without giving the eye?”

“Sorry, I forcibly violated you.”

“Do you think you could have done this without my consent, brother?”

“Kamini, what are you saying?”

“Though I have desire for you, I thought this was wrong at first. Besides, if he sees, what to do..? That fear... just a bit tense at first, but then my desire won. I surrendered to you fully. Even if I wasn't there yesterday, this would have happened to me one day.”

Arjun hugged Kamini. The sofa became a flower bed for them, and with her consent, he flipped and fucked her once more.

Arjun, who had started his first incest with Kamini, gradually removed the thorn and now had achieved victory in including his aunt, sister Mullai, wife, and father in it.

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