Incest 🥰🥰 Mr. and Mrs. Vaishnavi Jaganathan and family 💞💞

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INTRODUCTION:
Mr. and Mrs. Vaishnavi Jaganathan and family.
Vaishnavi:



Vaishnavi, at the age of 45, radiates self-confidence and radiance as a dedicated housewife who is married to Jaganathan, a dedicated government officer. Despite the wishes of becoming a mother of teenage children, she challenges her age and maintains a dominant form with 34-34-40 sized body parts. Her beauty and modesty amaze others, making it difficult for them to believe that they have already faced the challenges of raising a family.



Jaganathan:



Jaganathan, the 56 year old husband of Vaishnavi and father of three children, works in a government office. He had saved up a lot of wealth for the future of his children but in the desire for money he lost the love and affection of his wife. He got into the habit of worshipping and serving in the temple, due to which he got respect from others but he also lost the trust of his wife.


Maghana:



28 year old Meghana is a mixture of youth and maturity. She looks similar to her mother Vaishnavi but is much more voluptuous than her, her figure is 36-30-38. As a devoted wife and mother to her younger son, she faces the joys and challenges of family life while her husband, Jeeva, who is thirty years older, goes abroad to make his career. During his absence, Meghana finds solace and support from her in-laws, who stand by her and treat her with love, making her feel loved and at home under their care.

Amaran:



Vaishnavi's 24 year old son Amaran is a handsome bachelor who is making his mark in the international corporation. He is younger than his sister Meghana. He is a perfect example of his parents' qualities - Vaishnavi's warmth and charm, and Jaganathan's strong determination and wisdom. Above all, Amaran is very dedicated to his family, he balances his relationship with each member and always gives priority to their happiness and wellbeing. His personal life and strong family background make him a beloved person in his life.


Ashwini:




Vaishnavi and Jaganathan family's youngest member Ashwini is an example of a lively and self-confident soul. With her slightly fat body and charismatic features, with measurements of 36-30-40, she radiates a charm that differentiates her from her mother and sister. Her youthful enthusiasm and unique beauty make her a female icon of immortality, who mesmerizes people around her with her mixture of innocence and charm.

 

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Part One:



Vaishnavi turned in bed and noticed her husband sleeping beside her. The bedroom door opened, and an unknown man came inside the bedroom; he was stark naked and well built. While he was moving towards her side, his 12-inch dick swayed between his strong thighs. He yanked her out of bed and ripped her nightgown, leaving her naked. Vaishnavi remained naked in front of the stranger. He pushed her down to her knees, and she looked up into his eyes. He caressed her face with his cock and pressed the thick head of his dick against her lips. He pushed it into her mouth. She opened her mouth and took his hard dick deep into her mouth. He held her hair roughly and pushed his dick in and out of her mouth. She held his dick with both hands and sucked him like a whore. Chapak.....chapaaaakkk.......chapaaaakkkkk... His dick made a sound in her mouth. She gasped and struggled for her breath. She tried to breathe by mouth while sucking his long and thick dick inside her mouth. He pushed her face on his dick; his entire 12-inch dick went deeper inside her mouth. Vaishnavi shook her head and slapped his ass cheeks hard to remove his dick from her mouth. He grabbed her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her on the lips. He smeared her sticky saliva on her lips and kissed her passionately.




The stranger let her bend on the bed. He slapped her ass cheeks so hard, she groaned and opened her legs wider. The man reached behind her and inserted three fingers into her cunt before fingering her cunt. Vaishnavi's cunt instantly became wet; she begged him to fuck her with his dick. He took his fingers out of her wet cunt and inserted them into her mouth. Vaishnavi tasted her own cunt juice; she turned on and lifted her ass for him to insert his hot dick. He rammed his hard cock inside her wet cunt. The jalt of his dick's entry into her cunt shook the bed and woke her husband. Jaganathan was frozen for a moment, unable to recognize what was going on in front of him. After 3 minutes he realized what's happening in front of him. He yelled at her, "You bitch, how dare you allow the stranger to fuck you in front of me?" Vaishnavi replied, "Yes, I am a bitch. See the man and learn how to make your wife happy with your cock. Since you are not ready to make me, I love this man's "dick" inside my "cunt." She turned toward the stranger and said, "hold my ass and fuck me harder , your dick feels good inside my wet bitchy cunt..... fuck....fuck....fuck....fuck me. "mmmmmmhhhhuuuuuaaaaaa......fuck fuck......." Jaganathan burst into tears in front of them. Vaishanavi laughed at her husband and said, "Haa... haaa, cry louder and louder..." sudenly his crying turned like alarm sound... vaishnavi opened her eyes and relaised she was alone in the bed. No one was fucking her nor her husband crying.




Vaishnavi got up and came out of the bed; her heart was filled with an intense feeling of loneliness. When she looked back, she could not only see his tired eyes in his reflection but also a load of unexpressed sorrow wrapping around him like a shroud. It served as a painful memory that her husband's love had gone silent, due to which she was facing the painful emptiness of a life that was once full of warmth and connection. For the last six months, her desires had become stronger, yet the replies she got from her husband were increasingly disappointing, which only increased her loneliness. She just wanted care and love, but instead, she felt ugly; her partner was craving sex, which her husband was not ready to give. Each day, her desire became stronger, and along with it, she also realized that she was living in a relationship that was not like before.

Her usual day begins with her daughter Ashwini preparing for her PU college, while her son Amaran, who works late into the night, arrives home at midnight. Despite his late hours, he prefers home-cooked meals, so Vaishnavi makes sure to serve him dinner before heading to bed herself. Her husband, who only comes home once a week or every fortnight, is often absent, leaving her feeling neglected. As she gazes at her reflection in the mirror, she admires her voluptuous figure, feeling confident about her body, which she believes should be cherished in intimate moments. She gently adjusts her pallu, appreciating her curves and femininity, while her thoughts linger on the affection that seems to be missing in her marriage.

Vaishnavi came out after bathing, got dressed, and left the bedroom. Before going into the kitchen, she knocked on Ashwini's door and entered her room.



Ashwini was sleeping in her shorts and T-shirt, the latter rolled up to reveal her flat navel, while her baggy shorts were loose enough to show her lacy blue panties. Her thighs appeared naturally waxed. Ashwini groaned and turned her back to sleep . Vaishnavi sat beside her and leaned over, caressing Ashwini's cheeks with her nose to gently wake her. Ashwini mumbled, asking for a little more time to sleep. Vaishnavi playfully slapped her buttocks and urged her to wake up. Ashwini wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and pulled her closer, planting a hard kiss on her cheek and hugging tightly with her legs around her mother. Vaishnavi playfully bit her daughter's cheeks softly, encouraging her to wake up fully. She then helped Ashwini out of bed and told her to get ready for the day.

Vaishnavi entered the kitchen and got busy preparing breakfast for Ashwini. She placed the idli pot on the stove and then went to Ashwini's room. Inside, Ashwini was and hadn't bothered to close the door.


Vaishnavi glanced at her daughter's naked body under the shower, noticing her curves as she washed herself. Vaishnavi told her daughter to get ready quickly, closed the door behind her, and left for the kitchen.

After Ashwini dressed and headed to the dining room, she eagerly asked her mom, Vaishnavi, for breakfast. Vaishnavi handed her a plate and placed a lunch box beside her, ensuring Ashwini was set for the day. After fifteen minutes of hurried eating, Ashwini left for school, with Vaishnavi walking her to the gate and bidding her a warm goodbye. Once inside, Vaishnavi peeked into Amaran's bedroom, finding him asleep like a child, his growth evident as he lay there in his short boxers. His strong biceps and muscular physique, a testament to his gym routine, caught her attention, along with the curly hair adorning his chest and thighs. She admired his flat stomach, where hair trailed down into his boxers. Also, she noticed a massive bulge in his boxers, giving him a strikingly handsome appearance. With a sigh of maternal pride, Vaishnavi gathered his used clothes, along with Ashwini's, and headed to the backyard to wash them. She preferred handwashing, despite having a washing machine, finding comfort in the routine. After soaking the clothes in soapy water, she returned inside for breakfast, planning to continue her laundry duties shortly.

Amaran woke up from bed and looked at his mobile; it was half past ten in the morning. Panic surged through him as he rushed to the toilet, quickly freshening up before emerging into the living space. He threw on a t-shirt, deciding to skip changing his boxers, and glanced around the kitchen, noticing it was empty. A sense of urgency pushed him to investigate further, and he followed the sounds coming from the backyard. As he stepped outside, he found Vaishnavi sitting near the washing stone, her hands immersed in soapy water, diligently scrubbing clothes under the warm sun. The sight brought a mix of relief and curiosity about what else the day might hold.



Amaran looked at his mother and asked her, "Maa... anything to eat?" Vaishnavi replied, "Wait for five minutes; I am done scrubbing clothes. I will give you breakfast." Amaran sat under a tree in their backyard and looked at his mom. Her nightie was rolled up above her knees, and he clearly glimpsed her inner thigh a little above her knees. She was bending on her knee and scrubbing clothes; her cleavage was heavily open for his eyes. Her nightie clinched on her clumsy buttocks, and the full, round curves sent a shiver into his body. After fifteen minutes, Vaishnavi finished her washing.



After entering the house, she sat down with her son, and they ate breakfast together. This is our Vaishnavi routine day.

 

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Part Two:

#29. 06=Amaran emerged from his bedroom, the soft creak of the door marking his transition into the house’s communal space. He noted that his mother was still occupied in the backyard, tending to the garden or perhaps lost in her thoughts. As he made his way through the living room, a book lying on the sofa caught his eye, its cover slightly worn, suggesting it had been read multiple times. He picked up the book and quickly realized it belonged to his mother. Flipping through its pages, he discovered it was a novel centered around a poignant love story, rich with emotional depth. As he read on, he noticed several lines that she had meticulously underlined, highlighting the protagonists' feelings of affection and tenderness. Each marked passage resonated with a sense of longing, and in that moment, Amaran felt a profound connection to his mother’s emotional landscape. He began to understand the essence of her solitude, the unfulfilled desires she had for his father, and the dynamics of their family relationship. He realized that the themes of love and care depicted in the book mirrored her aspirations and unspoken needs, shedding light on the complexities of her heart that she frequently kept hidden from the world. This newfound understanding sparked empathy and concern in him, prompting him to consider the relationships that had shaped their lives.




#29. 06=2 After perusing the contents of the book, Amaran gradually began to modify his behavior in relation to his mother. He made a conscious effort to prioritize her happiness and pledged to be a supportive presence in her life. As a tangible expression of his newfound commitment, he started to surprise her with beautiful bouquets of flowers and her favorite ice cream flavors whenever he returned home from work. This thoughtful gesture was not just about the gifts; it symbolized a deeper connection he was striving to establish. Meanwhile, Vaishnavi, his mother, noticed these significant changes in her son's attitude and actions. She felt a surge of affection and appreciation for the way he was becoming more nurturing and attentive. The warmth and tenderness he exhibited deeply resonated with her, making her feel cherished and valued in a way she hadn't experienced in some time. Their relationship began to blossom anew, filled with mutual understanding and love, as Amaran's efforts to brighten his mother's days brought them closer together than ever before. This transformation marked a pivotal moment in their bond, fostering an atmosphere of care and emotional support that they both desperately needed.

#29. 06=3 As time went on, the bond between Vaishnavi and Amaran deepened, evolving into a relationship that felt more like that of close friends rather than the conventional dynamic typically observed between a mother and her son. The two shared countless moments filled with laughter and understanding, engaging in conversations that transcended the usual maternal advice or sonly compliance. They would often find themselves immersed in discussions about life, aspirations, and dreams, creating an environment where both felt comfortable expressing their thoughts and feelings openly. Their interactions were characterized by a of warmth and camaraderie, marked by playful teasing and mutual support, which fostered an atmosphere of trust and companionship. This shift in their relationship dynamic allowed them to explore deeper emotional connections, breaking down barriers that often exist in traditional parent-child relationships. Vaishnavi, with her nurturing nature, became not just a guiding figure but also a confidante for Amaran, who in turn brought a fresh perspective and youthful energy to their exchanges. Together, they navigated life's challenges with a sense of unity and understanding, making their time together not just enjoyable but also enriching. The days flowed by effortlessly, filled with shared experiences that strengthened their friendship beyond the confines of familial roles.

#29.06.=4 While Amaran and Vaishnavi are becoming closer than ever, Vaishnavi made tea and entered Amaran's bedroom one morning after Ashwini had left. He was still sleeping. He had set aside the blanket and was sleeping in his underwear, wearing nothing else. Vaishnavi examined her son's muscular body; his chest was covered in hair, and his tight underwear could not conceal his morning erection.





It clearly demonstrated how thick his dick and balls are. Her gaze stayed on his dick for a few seconds before she turned away shyly. She called out, "Amaran, wake up and have some tea." When he did not respond, she approached him and touched his thighs. Shook his thighs to wake him. Amaran finally woke up and looked at his mother. Vaishnavi stares at her son, who is half-naked. He looked down, shyly covering his underwear with the blanket, and sat on the bed. Vaishnavi handed him the cup and stepped away.

After finishing his cup of tea, Amaran stepped out of his bedroom and made his way to the backyard, where he found Vaishnavi busy with household chores. In the backyard, she was diligently soaking clothes in a bucket, and as she caught sight of him, she paused her work.



With a curious expression, she inquired, "Amar, I haven’t seen your underwear around lately. Where have you put them?" Amaran responded casually, "Oh, I took care of them myself, Mom. There's no need for you to worry." Vaishnavi, slightly surprised, remarked, "Oh, so you've become independent now? Well, just bring them over here; I can wash them for you." Amaran, wanting to assert his newfound independence, replied with a reassuring tone, "It's fine, Mom. I can handle it." Their exchange reflected a familiar dynamic, highlighting the balance between maternal care and Amaran's desire to manage his own responsibilities.

Amaran, with a heart full of joy, tenderly asked, "Mom, may I lend a hand?" Vaishnavi's face lit up with a warm smile as she replied, "Absolutely, my dear! Could you please hang the clothes with love on the line?" With a gentle heart, Amaran gathered a bucket brimming with garments, carefully hanging each piece with affection. He began by gracefully draping the saree, followed by the blouses and a delicate petticoat. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and tenderness as he gently handled his mother’s petticoat and blouse, pinning them with care as if each stitch held a whisper of love.

As he rummaged through the bucket, he discovered two bras and a pair of panties nestled at the bottom. One was a lovely set, while the other was simple yet charming. It was his first moment of touching the soft, lacy bra in the presence of his beloved mother. Curiously, he searched for the size label, which revealed a sweet size 36. Vaishnavi glanced up with a playful smile and teased, "Someone's being a bit cheeky; that belongs to your sister." Amaran simply smiled and continued to pin the bra to the line, savoring the moment.

Next, he picked up another bra, a plain yet intimate piece, checking its size label that read 34D. Vaishnavi chuckled lightheartedly, "Oh, you naughty boy! Just hang them with care on the clothesline! But don't stare too long; they are mine." After completing his task with a heart full of love, Amaran turned to his mother and asked, "Is that all, Mom? No more clothes to hang?" Vaishnavi, still smiling, replied, "That’s all for today, sweetheart. Now go freshen up; breakfast awaits, and I am quite hungry."

As days melted into each other, Amaran cherished the warmth of his mother’s presence and the way her laughter lit up his world. Soon, he began to rise early, eager to greet the day before his mother, just to catch a glimpse of her radiant smile.




Amaran saw his mother cleaning up in the kitchen. He saw her stunning white cleavage. She was wearing a simple bra, and her two lovely boobs were visible. He tried to look away, but he was unable. His perspective on his mother changed forever after seeing the cleavage. Vaishnavi looked at his son and asked him if he needed anything. He simply responded, "I need some tea."


So this went on for a few more days, and Amaran began to be a little naughty with her, complimenting her, telling her that she still looks young and beautiful, and that anyone would date her.

She was washing her clothes one day, as she always does. Amaran asked her, "Mom, do you still wear those plain bras? She was surprised, so she said yes and asked him why. He told her, "I noticed you while cleaning. It is a gorgeous daytime view."

She was shy and said, "You are such a bad boy, watching your mom like that!"

#001= Following that, Amaran delights in whisking away his wonderful mother, Vaishnavi, on enchanting excursions to cheerful locations such as gleaming temples and bustling markets filled with life. She cherishes every single moment shared with him, transforming each outing into a joyous experience filled with laughter and love. Ashwini, their observant sibling, has begun to notice the sweet and tender relationship blossoming between her mother and brother. One day, with a playful smirk on her face, Ashwini playfully teased, “Are you two on a date or something?!” Vaishnavi responded with a warm laugh, giving Ashwini a gentle pat on the back as she replied, “I’m merely relishing the time spent with my son; is there anything wrong with that? You’re welcome to join us on our adventures as well! It truly makes my heart swell with joy to witness my children showing such care and affection for me.” The bond shared among them is evident, and the warmth of their connection creates an atmosphere filled with happiness and mutual respect. These outings not only strengthen their familial ties but also foster a sense of togetherness that they all deeply cherish. Each adventure becomes a cherished memory, reinforcing the love that binds them as a family, and highlighting the simple pleasures found in their shared moments.

 

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#29. 06=Amaran emerged from his bedroom, the soft creak of the door marking his transition into the house’s communal space. He noted that his mother was still occupied in the backyard, tending to the garden or perhaps lost in her thoughts. As he made his way through the living room, a book lying on the sofa caught his eye, its cover slightly worn, suggesting it had been read multiple times. He picked up the book and quickly realized it belonged to his mother. Flipping through its pages, he discovered it was a novel centered around a poignant love story, rich with emotional depth. As he read on, he noticed several lines that she had meticulously underlined, highlighting the protagonists' feelings of affection and tenderness. Each marked passage resonated with a sense of longing, and in that moment, Amaran felt a profound connection to his mother’s emotional landscape. He began to understand the essence of her solitude, the unfulfilled desires she had for his father, and the dynamics of their family relationship. He realized that the themes of love and care depicted in the book mirrored her aspirations and unspoken needs, shedding light on the complexities of her heart that she frequently kept hidden from the world. This newfound understanding sparked empathy and concern in him, prompting him to consider the relationships that had shaped their lives.




#29. 06=2 After perusing the contents of the book, Amaran gradually began to modify his behavior in relation to his mother. He made a conscious effort to prioritize her happiness and pledged to be a supportive presence in her life. As a tangible expression of his newfound commitment, he started to surprise her with beautiful bouquets of flowers and her favorite ice cream flavors whenever he returned home from work. This thoughtful gesture was not just about the gifts; it symbolized a deeper connection he was striving to establish. Meanwhile, Vaishnavi, his mother, noticed these significant changes in her son's attitude and actions. She felt a surge of affection and appreciation for the way he was becoming more nurturing and attentive. The warmth and tenderness he exhibited deeply resonated with her, making her feel cherished and valued in a way she hadn't experienced in some time. Their relationship began to blossom anew, filled with mutual understanding and love, as Amaran's efforts to brighten his mother's days brought them closer together than ever before. This transformation marked a pivotal moment in their bond, fostering an atmosphere of care and emotional support that they both desperately needed.

#29. 06=3 As time went on, the bond between Vaishnavi and Amaran deepened, evolving into a relationship that felt more like that of close friends rather than the conventional dynamic typically observed between a mother and her son. The two shared countless moments filled with laughter and understanding, engaging in conversations that transcended the usual maternal advice or sonly compliance. They would often find themselves immersed in discussions about life, aspirations, and dreams, creating an environment where both felt comfortable expressing their thoughts and feelings openly. Their interactions were characterized by a of warmth and camaraderie, marked by playful teasing and mutual support, which fostered an atmosphere of trust and companionship. This shift in their relationship dynamic allowed them to explore deeper emotional connections, breaking down barriers that often exist in traditional parent-child relationships. Vaishnavi, with her nurturing nature, became not just a guiding figure but also a confidante for Amaran, who in turn brought a fresh perspective and youthful energy to their exchanges. Together, they navigated life's challenges with a sense of unity and understanding, making their time together not just enjoyable but also enriching. The days flowed by effortlessly, filled with shared experiences that strengthened their friendship beyond the confines of familial roles.

#29.06.=4 While Amaran and Vaishnavi are becoming closer than ever, Vaishnavi made tea and entered Amaran's bedroom one morning after Ashwini had left. He was still sleeping. He had set aside the blanket and was sleeping in his underwear, wearing nothing else. Vaishnavi examined her son's muscular body; his chest was covered in hair, and his tight underwear could not conceal his morning erection.





It clearly demonstrated how thick his dick and balls are. Her gaze stayed on his dick for a few seconds before she turned away shyly. She called out, "Amaran, wake up and have some tea." When he did not respond, she approached him and touched his thighs. Shook his thighs to wake him. Amaran finally woke up and looked at his mother. Vaishnavi stares at her son, who is half-naked. He looked down, shyly covering his underwear with the blanket, and sat on the bed. Vaishnavi handed him the cup and stepped away.

After finishing his cup of tea, Amaran stepped out of his bedroom and made his way to the backyard, where he found Vaishnavi busy with household chores. In the backyard, she was diligently soaking clothes in a bucket, and as she caught sight of him, she paused her work.



With a curious expression, she inquired, "Amar, I haven’t seen your underwear around lately. Where have you put them?" Amaran responded casually, "Oh, I took care of them myself, Mom. There's no need for you to worry." Vaishnavi, slightly surprised, remarked, "Oh, so you've become independent now? Well, just bring them over here; I can wash them for you." Amaran, wanting to assert his newfound independence, replied with a reassuring tone, "It's fine, Mom. I can handle it." Their exchange reflected a familiar dynamic, highlighting the balance between maternal care and Amaran's desire to manage his own responsibilities.

Amaran, with a heart full of joy, tenderly asked, "Mom, may I lend a hand?" Vaishnavi's face lit up with a warm smile as she replied, "Absolutely, my dear! Could you please hang the clothes with love on the line?" With a gentle heart, Amaran gathered a bucket brimming with garments, carefully hanging each piece with affection. He began by gracefully draping the saree, followed by the blouses and a delicate petticoat. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and tenderness as he gently handled his mother’s petticoat and blouse, pinning them with care as if each stitch held a whisper of love.

As he rummaged through the bucket, he discovered two bras and a pair of panties nestled at the bottom. One was a lovely set, while the other was simple yet charming. It was his first moment of touching the soft, lacy bra in the presence of his beloved mother. Curiously, he searched for the size label, which revealed a sweet size 36. Vaishnavi glanced up with a playful smile and teased, "Someone's being a bit cheeky; that belongs to your sister." Amaran simply smiled and continued to pin the bra to the line, savoring the moment.

Next, he picked up another bra, a plain yet intimate piece, checking its size label that read 34D. Vaishnavi chuckled lightheartedly, "Oh, you naughty boy! Just hang them with care on the clothesline! But don't stare too long; they are mine." After completing his task with a heart full of love, Amaran turned to his mother and asked, "Is that all, Mom? No more clothes to hang?" Vaishnavi, still smiling, replied, "That’s all for today, sweetheart. Now go freshen up; breakfast awaits, and I am quite hungry."

As days melted into each other, Amaran cherished the warmth of his mother’s presence and the way her laughter lit up his world. Soon, he began to rise early, eager to greet the day before his mother, just to catch a glimpse of her radiant smile.




Amaran saw his mother cleaning up in the kitchen. He saw her stunning white cleavage. She was wearing a simple bra, and her two lovely boobs were visible. He tried to look away, but he was unable. His perspective on his mother changed forever after seeing the cleavage. Vaishnavi looked at his son and asked him if he needed anything. He simply responded, "I need some tea."


So this went on for a few more days, and Amaran began to be a little naughty with her, complimenting her, telling her that she still looks young and beautiful, and that anyone would date her.

She was washing her clothes one day, as she always does. Amaran asked her, "Mom, do you still wear those plain bras? She was surprised, so she said yes and asked him why. He told her, "I noticed you while cleaning. It is a gorgeous daytime view."

She was shy and said, "You are such a bad boy, watching your mom like that!"

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