Incest Trap by Custom

[Naina boss]

Sarla's voice cut through the tension, a cold, hard edge to her words. "Do it," she urged, her eyes gleaming with a fervor that sent a shiver down Divya's spine. "Make her yours. Plant your seed in her fertile womb."

Rishi's grip tightened on Divya's wrists as he stared down at her, torn between his love and his need. He knew it was wrong, but the desire that had been festering inside him for so long was now a raging inferno, consuming all reason. He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "Mother," he whispered, his voice thick with lust, "do you really want this?"

Divya's eyes searched his, a storm of emotions raging within her. She felt the heat of his body, the power of his muscles, and the insistent press of his arousal against her thigh. She knew she should push him away, but instead, she found herself whispering, "I don't know, Rishi. I don't know."

Her words seemed to snap the last thread of Rishi's control. He growled, his kisses growing more forceful, his hands ripping away the remnants of her clothing. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air, a cacophony of passion and violence. Divya's own moans grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure as Rishi's mouth moved from her neck to her breasts, his teeth nipping at her nipples

 

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Sarla, watching the scene unfold, felt a strange mix of revulsion and satisfaction. She had never imagined it would come to this, but the sight of her grand son claiming his new wife, her own daughter-in-law, was a twisted affirmation of her own power in this household. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Divya's trembling cheek. "Be a good wife," she murmured, her voice a dark caress. "Give Rishi what he needs."

Divya's eyes were wild with fear and desire, a silent scream trapped in her throat. She knew she should resist, knew that this was wrong on every level, but her body had its own agenda. Her legs parted involuntarily as Rishi's hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers finding the slick warmth between her thighs. She felt his thumb press against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

"Mother," Rishi murmured against her skin, his voice thick with lust, "you are so wet for me." His words were a taunt, a challenge. He knew she was fighting against her instincts, that she was torn between her love for him as a son and the primal need that was now consuming her.

Divya's eyes searched Sarla's, pleading for salvation. But Sarla's gaze was steely, her expression unyielding. "Do it," she repeated, her voice a whip crack in the tense silence. "Claim her. Make her your own."

 

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Rishi's handsome face contorted with a mix of anger and desire as he listened to his grandmother's words. His grip on Divya's wrists tightened as he pushed her down onto the kitchen floor, his eyes never leaving hers. "Mother," he whispered, his voice thick with need, "please tell me this isn't what you want."

But Sarla's voice was unwavering. "You must do this," she insisted, her eyes cold and unyielding. "It is your duty as her husband."

Rishi's face was a mask of rage and need as he stared down at his mother, his eyes wild with passion. "But she's my mother," he protested, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Sarla's eyes flashed with a cold fire. "She is your wife now," she hissed. "And a wife's duty is to serve her husband. If she will not come to you willingly, then take her. Show her who is in control."

 

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Her words were like a whip crack in the stillness of the kitchen, and Rishi's eyes hardened. He knew it was wrong, that the line he was about to cross would change everything, but the hunger within him was too great. He yanked Divya's blouse open, buttons popping off and skittering across the floor like a handful of pebbles. Her breasts spilled out, and he took a moment to stare at them, the nipples tight and erect from his earlier ministrations.

With a snarl, he bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking hard, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his tongue. Divya's moan of protest turned to one of pleasure, and he knew he had her. He pushed her back against the kitchen counter, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Mother," he whispered, his voice thick with lust, "you will give me what I need."

Sarla's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as she watched the scene unfold. This was what she had always wanted, what she had dreamed of since the day Divya had become her daughter-in-law. The power to control the woman who had once defied her. The power to force her into submission, to bend her to her will. "Rishi," she called out, her voice like honey, "make her beg for it."

 

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Rishi's grip on Divya's wrists grew even tighter as he stared down at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating. He knew it was wrong, but the words of his grandmother had stirred something within him, a primal need to claim what was his. He leaned down, his mouth closing over her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple, and she gasped.

Sarla watched with a strange mix of satisfaction and disgust, her heart pounding in her chest as she urged her grandson on. "Take her," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a dark light. "Make her beg for your seed."

Rishi's own passion was a tempest that could not be contained. He kissed Divya's neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Divya's protests grew weaker, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch. He reached down, his hand finding the warmth between her legs, and she gasped as he pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit.

Sarla watched, a twisted smile playing on her lips, as Rishi claimed what was rightfully his. "Make her beg," she urged, her voice a dark whisper. "Make her scream for your seed."

 

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Rishi's eyes were glazed with lust as he stared down at Divya, his hand moving in a brutal rhythm between her thighs. She was so wet, so ready for him, and the sight was driving him wild. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. He could feel her resistance crumbling, her body responding to his touch despite her protests.

Sarla watched with a twisted sense of triumph as her grandson claimed his wife. "Do it," she urged, her voice a dark purr. "Take what is yours."

Rishi's hand moved from Divya's cheek to the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her with a ferocity that left her gasping for breath. He tore at her clothes, shredding the fabric until she was naked before him. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples erect and begging for his touch. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh until she moaned, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure.

Sarla's voice grew louder, her words like a chant that fueled Rishi's passion. "Do it," she urged, her eyes never leaving the scene before her. "Make her yours. She is your wife now."

Divya's body was a battleground of emotions as she felt Rishi's hardness pressing against her, his kisses growing more urgent, his grip on her wrists unyielding. Her mind screamed for him to stop, for this madness to end, but her body responded to the onslaught of sensations, the heat of his touch, the insistent rhythm of his fingers.

SUMMARY^1: Rishi's aggression escalates as he continues to force himself on Divya, driven by Sarla's manipulation and his own desires. Divya's resistance fades as her body reacts despite her mental anguish, creating a powerful conflict of emotions. Sarla's chant-like encouragement fuels Rishi's dominance, emphasizing the warped family dynamics where traditional roles and boundaries are perverted for personal gain and gratification. The scene culminates with Divya's clothing being destroyed, leaving her vulnerable to Rishi's advances, and her body's involuntary response to the situation.

With a final snarl, Rishi released her wrists, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her onto the kitchen counter. Divya's legs wrapped around his waist, her protests forgotten as his erection nudged against her slick opening. The reality of what was about to happen crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she knew there was no turning back.

Sarla stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as she watched the two of them, her own hand moving to stroke her withered sex. "Do it," she urged, her voice a low growl. "Make her yours. Take her hard and fast. Show her who's in charge."

The words were like gasoline on a fire, and Rishi's control snapped. He thrust into Divya with a force that made her cry out, his teeth sinking into her neck as he claimed her. She was so tight, so warm, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her legs tightened around him, her nails digging into his back as she tried to pull him closer.

Sarla watched with a twisted sense of triumph as her grandson took what she had given him. The sight of them together was like a twisted fantasy come to life, and she could feel her own desire building. Her hand moved faster, her fingers working in a frenzied rhythm that matched the pounding of Rishi's hips

 

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Divya's eyes rolled back in her head as Rishi claimed her, his movements rough and unyielding. She had never felt such a mix of fear and arousal, and it was a heady cocktail that made her body respond despite her mind's protests. Her walls clenched around him, her hips moving in time with his, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.

Sarla's voice grew more insistent, her hand moving faster as she watched her grandson take her daughter-in-law. "Beg for it," she hissed, her voice like a snake in the shadows. "Beg for his cock like the whore you are."

The words pierced through the haze of pleasure and pain that clouded Divya's mind, and she felt a spark of defiance flare within her. But even as she opened her mouth to protest, a moan of pure pleasure escaped her instead. Rishi's thrusts grew more intense, his teeth nipping at her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.

mother, please," Divya gasped, her voice a desperate plea for mercy.

But Rishi was beyond reason, his hips pistoning into hers, his breath hot and ragged. The kitchen was a cocoon of perversion, the air thick with the scent of their passion. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Sarla's harsh whispers and the squeak of the countertop beneath them.

"Beg for it," Sarla repeated, her voice a sibilant hiss that seemed to fill the air. "Beg for his cock like the whore.

 

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The words pierced through the haze of Divya's thoughts, and she felt a strange thrill at the vile epithet. She knew she shouldn't, but the idea of Rishi claiming her so completely, so brutally, had a perverse allure that she couldn't resist. "Please," she whispered, her voice a hoarse rasp. "Please, Rishi, fuck me hard. Make me pregnant with your child."

Her plea seemed to fuel Rishi's passion even more, his eyes darkening with a fierce hunger. He pulled back to look at her, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving with exertion. "You want this?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes," Divya whispered, her eyes locked with his. "I want you to fuck me like an animal. Make me your whore, your breeding bitch. Make me pregnant with your child."

The words fell from her lips like a dark incantation, and Rishi felt his own desire spike in response. He slammed into her again, his grip on her hips tightening. "You want this?" he growled, his teeth bared in a feral smile. "You want to be my mother's whore?"

Divya's eyes were glazed with a mix of fear and arousal as she nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Fuck me, Rishi. Make me pregnant with your child."

 

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Rishi's eyes flashed with a wild excitement as he heard her words. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her with a ferocity that made her gasp. Divya's legs tightened around him, her nails digging into his back as she met his every movement with an eagerness that surprised even herself. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and arched her back, offering herself up to him completely.

"Fuck me," she panted, her voice a desperate whimper. "Fuck me like you mean it. Make me pregnant with your child. I want to feel your seed deep inside me."

Her words were like a match to dry tinder, igniting the flames of his passion. Rishi's eyes went wide with shock and arousal, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. He had never heard such words from a woman, especially not his own mother. But the desire was too much, too potent to resist. He thrust into her harder, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm that made the kitchen counter creak in protest.

"Your pussy is tighter than your mouth, Mother," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Divya's moans grew more intense, a symphony of pleasure and pain as Rishi's words pierced through the fog of her senses. She nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Your cock is better than Ajay's."
The admission was like a knife to Rishi's soul, but it also served to inflate his ego, making him thrust into her even harder. He felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at the thought of his father's inadequacy, and he took it out on Divya's body. She met every thrust with a moan, her walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper.

"Your cock is bigger than Ajay's," Divya panted, her eyes glazed over with passion. "Oh god, Rishi, it feels so good."

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the taboo they were committing. But the heat of the moment had overtaken them, and they were lost in the maelstrom of desire that Sarla had so meticulously orchestrated. Rishi's eyes narrowed, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he reveled in the dark praise. "Keep talking," he urged, his voice a low growl. "Tell me how much better I am."

"Ahh, yes," Divya moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "Your penis is so much thicker than Ajay's. Oh, mmm, it's stretching me so good." Each word was like a caress, a declaration of the forbidden truth that had been laid bare in the stark light of day. Her body responded to him in ways it never had to Ajay, and the knowledge was both thrilling and terrifying.
Rishi's eyes widened at her admission, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He had never heard such words from her before, and it was like a drug, feeding his ego, making him feel more powerful than ever. "You like it, don't you?" he growled, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. "You always wanted this, didn't you?"

Divya's eyes searched his, a mix of anger and lust swirling in their depths. "Why did you wait so long?" she demanded, her voice ragged with desire. "Ajay never satisfied me. He was too gentle, too kind."

Rishi's thrusts grew more urgent as he heard the words that had been burning in her heart. He felt a surge of power, knowing that he had been the one to unleash this side of her, to show her what she had been missing all these years. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Mine to fuck whenever I want."

Divya's eyes widened at his possessive tone, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned back, her body arching like a bow, inviting him to take her completely. "Why did you wait so long?" she repeated, her voice a breathy whisper. "I was always there, begging for this."

Rishi's thrusts grew more erratic, his passion a wildfire that could not be contained. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was more a claiming than a gesture of affection. He could feel the tension building within him, the need to mark her as his own. He bit her lip, tasting the sweet tang of blood, and she moaned into his mouth.

 

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Sarla's eyes gleamed as she watched them, her hand still working between her own legs. The sight of her daughter-in-law begging for her grand son cock was more than she had ever dreamed of. She felt a twisted sense of pleasure at the thought of her grandson breeding his mother, ensuring the family line continued in the purest, most traditional way.

Rishi's movements grew more desperate as he approached climax, the pressure building in his balls. He pulled out of Divya, her juices dripping from his cock, and turned her around, pushing her face down onto the counter. "You want to be my bitch?" he snarled. "Then take it like one."

Without waiting for a response, he slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her tight pussy to the hilt. Divya's body jolted at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't protest. Instead, she pushed back against him, taking him deeper, her moans muffled by the counter.

Sarla watched, her own hand moving in time with Rishi's thrusts. The sight of them together was more than she had ever hoped for, and she felt a dark satisfaction at the power she wielded over her family.

Divya's moans grew louder, her body writhing under the onslaught of pleasure and pain. She had never felt so alive, so used, so utterly consumed by desire. It was as if every fiber of her being was designed to serve these men, to be their vessel for pleasure.
Sarla stepped closer, her hand moving to stroke Rishi's taut buttocks as he claimed his mother. "Look at her," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "Look at how much she enjoys it. She's always been a whore, just waiting for the right cock to claim her."

The words were like a knife in Divya's back, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Her body was betraying her, responding to the brutal invasion with a need that was almost feral. Rishi's hand reached around to fondle her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipples until she was gasping for air.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire. "You're going to bear my children, and no one will ever question it."

Divya's orgasm crested, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She couldn't believe the words she had just spoken, but in that moment, they felt true. Her body was his, to use and claim as he saw fit.

The sound of their lovemaking grew louder, the kitchen a cacophony of moans and grunts. Rishi's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, insistent circles. Divya's eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt her orgasm building again, stronger than before.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me until I can't walk, until I'm nothing but a breeding whore for you
The words sent a shiver down Rishi's spine, and he felt his own climax approaching. He slammed into her, his cock pummeling her pussy, his hand still working her clit. Divya's body tightened around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed, her body shaking with the force of it, her pussy clenching down on his cock.

Rishi couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he released his seed deep within her, filling her womb with his hot, sticky cum. Divya felt the warmth spread through her, a strange sense of fulfillment that was tainted by the reality of what she had just done.

Sarla's hand stilled, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pride and arousal as she watched the two of them. "Good," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now you know your place, daughter."

Divya's orgasm faded, leaving her trembling and exposed. She looked over her shoulder at Rishi, his chest heaving from exertion, his cock still embedded deep within her. She felt a strange mix of emotions - anger at Sarla's manipulation, fear of the future, and a deep, dark yearning for more of the raw, primal connection she had just experienced.

Sarla stepped forward, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Look at you," she murmured, her eyes raking over Divya's sweat-slicked body. "Finally embracing your true nature."