Incest Trap by Custom

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The words were like a slap in the face, jolting Divya out of her post-orgasmic haze. She pushed herself up, her legs wobbly from the intense climax. Rishi's cock slipped out of her, leaving a trail of cum that trickled down her thighs. She turned to face Sarla, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and betrayal. "What have you done?" she spat.

Sarla's smile never wavered. "I've only shown you the path you were always meant to walk," she said, her voice cold and calculated. "The path of a true wife, a true mother."

The words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. Divya felt a hot rage building within her, but it was tempered by the sticky reminder of what had just occurred. She looked down at her torn clothes, at the evidence of her own body's treachery, and felt a wave of self-loathing wash over her. "What do you mean?" she choked out, her voice trembling.

Sarla stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're a widow now," she said, her voice low and menacing. "And widows are meant to serve, to be used. Your duty is to the family, to continue the line."

Divya's stomach churned with a mix of anger and disgust. "You can't force me to be a whore," she spat.

Sarla's smile grew colder, her eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction. "Oh, but I can," she said, her voice a silky purr. "And I will. You're nothing without us, without the protection of this house. Who will want you now, a used-up widow? No one. You will do as we say, or you will suffer."


Divya felt the walls closing in on her, the reality of her new life sinking in like a cold stone. The men in her life had always held power over her, but never like this. She looked from Rishi to Sarla, the two of them standing before her like a twisted tableau of dominance and submission.

"Get dressed," Sarla ordered, her voice sharp as a whip. "You have duties to attend to."

Divya complied, her movements mechanical as she pulled on the remnants of her clothing. The fabric clung to her sweaty skin, a stark reminder of what had just occurred. As she tied her sari, she felt the fabric brush against her sensitive, swollen flesh, and she couldn't help but shiver at the memory of Rishi's claiming.

Rishi watched her with a smug satisfaction, his chest still heaving from exertion. The power he had felt in that moment was intoxicating, and he knew that he would never let her go now. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and he was hooked.

Divya felt a shiver of revulsion as she met his gaze, but she knew that she had played a part in this twisted game as well. Her own desires had been laid bare, and she couldn't deny the thrill that had coursed through her as she had begged for his touch. The realization filled her with a sense of disgust, but also a strange, dark excitement.



As she left the kitchen, her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come. The custom of widow remarriage was a heavy burden to bear, but she had never imagined it would be like this. The lines between family, love, and duty had been blurred beyond recognition, leaving her to navigate a minefield of emotions and obligations.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of chores and avoidant glances. Divya found herself drawn to the mirror, examining the marks Rishi's hands had left on her skin. The bruises were a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically. She felt both repulsed and fascinated by the raw desire she had displayed. It was a side of herself she had never allowed to surface before.

As evening fell, the family gathered for dinner, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Divya served the meal with trembling hands, her thoughts racing with the memory of the kitchen encounter. She couldn't look Rishi in the eye, but she knew he was watching her, his gaze heavy with the weight of their newfound bond. Inder and Digvijay remained silent, the air thick with unspoken questions.
After dinner, Sarla summoned Divya to her room. "Your behavior today was unacceptable," she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You have brought shame upon this household."

Divya stood before her mother-in-law, her shoulders squared, refusing to cower. "I did what you wanted," she retorted. "What more can you ask of me?"

 

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Sarla's eyes narrowed, her grip on the cane tightening. "I can ask for anything, and you will give it," she said, her voice like a serpent's hiss. "You are a widow now, and widows in this family have always had... special duties."

Divya felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead, but she held her ground. "What are you talking about?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Sarla leaned in, her breath hot against Divya's ear. "You will serve all the men of this house," she whispered. "You will be their wife in every way, and you will bear their children. It is your duty, and it is the will of the gods."

Divya felt the color drain from her face. "All of them?" she stammered, unable to believe the extent of Sarla's depravity.

"Yes," Sarla confirmed, her eyes gleaming. "Inder, your brother-in-law, will take you on Tuesday and Friday nights. Digvijay, your father-in-law, will have you on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. And Rishi... well, you've already seen how eager he is."

Divya's heart raced at the thought of being passed around like a prize between the men of the house. The very idea of it was repulsive, and yet, a part of her couldn't help but be aroused by the sheer audacity of it all.

"But what about you?" she asked, her voice a whisper.


Sarla's smile grew more twisted. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her eyes glinting. "You will have your nights off. But when you are with them, you will do as you are told. No more of this playing hard to get. You are theirs now, and you will act accordingly."

Divya felt a cold, hard knot form in her stomach. The thought of being used by all of them, night after night, was almost too much to bear. But she knew that Sarla's word was law in this household, and she had no choice but to comply.

That night, as she lay in bed, she made a silent vow to herself. If she was going to survive this twisted game, she would need to play it better than anyone else. And the key to that was winning over Digvijay.

The next morning, Divya approached Digvijay with a newfound sense of purpose. She wore a sheer sari that left little to the imagination, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. She knew he would be unable to resist the temptation she presented.

"Father-in-law," she began, her voice soft and coy. "I've been thinking about what you said last night, and I believe I can fulfill my duties to the family as you wish."

Digvijay's eyes lit up at her words, his lecherous gaze taking in her barely-covered body. He licked his lips, unable to resist the bait she had so temptingly offered. "Is that so, my dear?" he asked, his voice a low purr.



Divya nodded, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she had to play this game right if she was to gain any semblance of control in this nightmare she called a life. She leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his ear. "Yes," she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup his growing erection. "I want to be a good wife to you."

Digvijay's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. He had never expected his daughter-in-law to be so... forward. But his surprise quickly gave way to desire, his cock swelling in her hand. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand reaching up to stroke her hair. "You know what you must do."

Divya felt a twist of revulsion, but she pushed it down, focusing instead on the power she could wield by playing this game. She began to rub him more vigorously, her other hand sliding up to unbutton his shirt. She could feel his heart racing beneath her fingertips, the thrill of control coursing through her veins.

Digvijay moaned softly, his hand sliding down to cup her breast. Divya closed her eyes, willing herself to ignore the disgust that bubbled within her. She knew that if she could win him over, she could potentially sway his influence over Sarla and the household. Her hand moved to his zipper, her heart hammering in her chest.

 

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With trembling fingers, she unzipped his pants and freed his erect penis. It sprang out, thick and veiny, the sight of it making her stomach churn. But she knew what she had to do. She leaned down, her lips parting to take him in her mouth. The salty taste of his arousal made her want to gag, but she forced herself to continue, her tongue sliding along his shaft.

Digvijay's moans grew louder, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. Divya took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with a fervor that surprised even herself. She could feel his thighs tense as he grew closer to climax, and she knew she had to push him over the edge.

Her hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers finding her clit. As she worked on him, she began to pleasure herself, the sensation of his cock in her mouth mixing with the self-indulgent touch. It was a strange, perverted symphony of desire and revulsion that played out in the early morning light.

Digvijay's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking as he grew closer to his release. "Papa ji," she moaned around his cock, "I need you to fill me up. Make me yours."

He groaned in response, his own desire for her overwhelming any sense of familial propriety. "You are mine," he growled, his hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. "You always were."
With those words, any last vestige of resistance within Divya crumbled. She had been living in a prison of her own making, torn between the love she had once felt for Ajay and the desires that had been festering within her for years. Now, with the weight of tradition and familial duty pressing down on her, she saw a glimmer of hope in the form of the power she could hold over Digvijay.

He pulled her up, his eyes wild with lust. "You're mine now," he said, his voice gruff with passion. "You will always come to me when you need this."

Their bodies collided in a frenzied dance of desire, their movements desperate and urgent. Divya felt the weight of Digvijay's body pressing her down onto the bed, his hands roaming over her curves with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew that she had crossed a line from which there was no return, but the thought only served to heighten her arousal.

"Papa ji," she gasped, her voice thick with need, "I need you inside me."

Digvijay's eyes lit up with a fiery lust as he heard her words. He had always desired her, even when she was married to Ajay, his own son. The way she had moved and moaned, so gracefully in bed, had fueled his darkest fantasies for years. And now, she was offering herself to him, begging him to claim her as his own. It was a heady feeling, one that he had never dared to dream would come to pass.

 

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He didn't waste another moment. His hands tore at her sari, revealing her nakedness to him in all its glory. He took in her swollen breasts, the dark circles around her erect nipples a stark contrast to her fair skin. Her pussy glistened with arousal, and he could see the faint traces of Rishi's semen still coating her thighs from their encounter the previous night. The sight only served to stoke his fire higher.

"You always were mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself between her legs. "Ever since I watched you marry my son."

Divya's eyes widened at his confession, but she didn't have time to process it fully. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she gasped as he pushed into her, filling the emptiness she had felt for so long. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a feeling she had never experienced before.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Just like the first time I watched you with Ajay."

Divya's eyes snapped open at his words, realizing the depth of his depravity. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to stop the whirlwind of sensations that were now consuming her. "Papa ji," she moaned, "I need you to fuck me hard. Make me forget Ajay ever existed."

Digvijay's eyes gleamed with victory, his lust-filled gaze devouring her willingness. "Ah, my sweet little slut," he murmured, his hand sliding down to squeeze her throat gently. "You always did have the fire in you."

Her breath hitched, but she didn't protest, instead arching her back to give him deeper access. He took the cue, plunging into her with renewed vigor, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. Divya's moans grew louder, her voice hoarse as she begged for more, her hands clawing at the bed sheets. "Yes, Papa ji," she gasped, "Fuck me like you own me. Show me what a real man feels like."

Digvijay's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more forceful. "You're mine now," he grunted, his own pleasure mixing with the dark satisfaction of finally claiming what he had always desired. "You're going to come for me like you never did for Ajay."

"Yes, Papa ji," Divya panted, her voice strained. "I need you to fill me up. Your son was never enough."

The words were like a knife twisting in Digvijay's heart, but his desire was too strong to be deterred. He had watched her from the shadows for too long, her passion with Ajay a constant taunt to his own failing virility. Now, he had her exactly where he wanted her—beneath him, begging for his cock like the whore she had always been.

"You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more punishing as he drove into her with an animalistic fervor. "You always were, and now everyone will know it."

Divya's body responded to his dominance, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft as she screamed his name. "Papa ji, yes," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Fuck me harder. Make me forget Ajay."

 

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Digvijay's eyes narrowed with each thrust, his teeth gritted as he claimed her with a fiery passion that had been burning within him for years. "You're mine now," he snarled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You'll never need another man. You're going to scream my name every time you cum."

Divya's eyes rolled back in her head, the painful pleasure of his brutal claiming of her body making her feel alive in a way she hadn't since Ajay's death. "Papa ji," she whimpered, "yes, I'm your whore. Fuck me harder, please, I need you to make me forget."

Digvijay's grunts grew louder, his pace more erratic as he neared his climax. "You're mine," he repeated, his eyes glazed with lust. "Mine to use whenever I wish."

Divya felt a strange mix of repulsion and arousal as she took in his twisted expression. Despite the pain, she found herself responding to his claim, her body betraying her own sense of self-disgust. "Yes, Papa ji," she murmured, her voice thick with passion. "I'm your whore. Fuck me like you own me."

Her words seemed to push him over the edge, and with a final, brutal thrust, Digvijay emptied himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, his heart hammering against her chest. For a moment, they lay there, the only sounds in the room their heavy breaths and the rustling of the bed sheets.

As the haze of passion lifted, Divya felt a cold realization settle over her. She had become the very thing she had vowed never to be—a pawn in the twisted game of her in-laws' desires. But she knew she had made a choice, a calculated move to gain some semblance of power in this toxic dynamic. She would use her body as a weapon, a means to an end.

The next day, as the sun blazed high in the sky, Divya donned a skimpy yoga outfit that clung to her curves like a second skin. She knew it would attract attention, especially from Rishi. As she moved through her routine with feigned innocence, her eyes found Rishi's, watching from the doorway of the gym. He looked torn between anger and arousal, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

Their eyes met, and she gave him a knowing smile, a silent challenge. Rishi's grip on the doorframe tightened, and she could almost see the struggle playing out in his mind. But she had learned to play this game, to manipulate the men in her life to serve her needs. She knew that if she could keep them guessing, keep them hungry, she could maintain a semblance of control.

Her movements grew more deliberate, each stretch and bend showcasing her ample assets. She watched Rishi's eyes follow her, his hunger unmistakable. She had always known that he desired her, had felt the tension simmering just beneath the surface of their relationship. But now, with the rules rewritten, she could use that desire to her advantage.

 

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As she transitioned into a particularly provocative pose, her breasts threatening to spill from the flimsy fabric of her top, she caught Inder's gaze from the corner of her eye. He was harder to read, his stoic nature a mask that had always intrigued her. But she knew he was watching, knew he was affected by the show she was putting on.

Her plan was to win them over, one by one, to make them crave her so much that they would do anything to keep her satisfied. It was a dangerous game, but it was the only way she knew how to survive in this hellish reality.

That evening, as the village retreated to the coolness of their homes, Divya waited for Rishi. She knew he couldn't resist her for much longer. Dressed in a sheer nightie that barely covered her, she lay on the bed in their shared room, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

The door creaked open, and Rishi's shadow fell across the room. He had seen her before, of course, in various states of undress, but this was different. This was deliberate, a silent invitation that could not be ignored. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on her exposed breasts, the peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

"What are you doing, Divya?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

"I'm waiting for you, Rishi," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. She sat up, the fabric of her nightie sliding down to reveal more of her ample cleavage. "You know what day it is."

Rishi's jaw clenched, and he took a step into the room, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why do you do this?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Why do you resist?" she countered, her gaze unwavering. "You know it's your turn. Our family's customs demand it."

Rishi's eyes darkened, his desire for her clear as day. Despite the incestuous nature of their relationship, the lust between them was palpable, a force that neither could deny. He took another step closer, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Your body responds to me," he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and arousal. "Why?"

Divya leaned back, her heart racing as she watched him approach. "It's what I've been taught," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "To serve my husband in every way."

Rishi closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to cup her face. "But I'm your son ," he said, his voice thick with confusion.

"And now you're my husband," Divya whispered, placing her hand over his. "You know what you have to do."

Rishi's hand slid from her face to her shoulder, his grip firm but gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed. He hovered over her, his gaze raking over her exposed flesh. For a moment, she could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire and the guilt of their perverse arrangement. But then, something in him snapped, and she watched as he shed his inhibitions like a snake shedding its skin.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive as he climbed onto the bed. "Mine to take whenever I wish."

Divya felt a shiver run down her spine as his words sank in. She knew that by giving in to her desires, she had set a dangerous precedent. But she had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it—or, in this case, spread her legs for her son. She took a deep breath, willing her body to respond, to make this less about duty and more about pleasure.

"Show me," she breathed, her voice shaky but seductive. "Make me feel like a woman again."

Rishi's eyes flashed with hunger as he took her in, his hand moving to trace the swell of her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. He leaned down to claim her mouth, his kiss rough and demanding. Divya's body responded despite herself, her legs parting to allow him closer. As his hand found her wetness, she gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch.

He pushed the fabric of her nightie aside, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare pussy. He had seen it before, but this time it was different. This time, he had permission to do more than just look. He lowered his head, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive flesh as he kissed and licked her. Divya's back bowed off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moaned, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Rishi's tongue delved into her, tasting her, claiming her. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, but she couldn't stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over her. His hands were everywhere—on her breasts, her thighs, her hips—as if he was trying to claim every inch of her. The feeling of his mouth on her, the scrape of his teeth, the suction of his lips, it was all too much. She bucked against his face, urging him deeper, her cries growing more desperate.

"Rishi," she panted, "you're better than Ajay ever was." The words slipped from her mouth unbidden, a truth she hadn't realized until this very moment. Rishi's eyes shot up to meet hers, a fierce possessiveness burning in their depths. He didn't respond, just moved his mouth to her clit, sucking hard.

 

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Her body tensed as she reached the brink of climax, her nails digging into his scalp. With a final, desperate push, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning. She lay there, panting and trembling, as Rishi kissed his way back up to her mouth, tasting her pleasure on his lips.

For a moment, they lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing in sync. Then, with a grim determination, Rishi stood up and shed his own clothes, revealing his toned body, the body of a man who had grown into a man under her own watchful eye. He was beautiful, in a raw, primal way that made her stomach clench with need.

He climbed back onto the bed, his cock hard and demanding. Divya looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. This was the moment of no return.

With a growl, Rishi positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her, filling her completely. Divya gasped as she felt his length stretch her, the pain mingling with a strange sense of satisfaction. She had wanted this, hadn't she? To feel alive again, to feel desired?

He moved with a ferocity she hadn't anticipated, his hips slamming into hers as he claimed her body. The headboard banged against the wall, the sound a cacophony in the otherwise silent house. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to reconcile the reality with the fantasy she had built in her mind.

Each thrust brought a mix of pain and pleasure, the two sensations intertwining until she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. Her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She wanted to stop, to tell him this was wrong, but the words stuck in her throat, choked by the need to feel something—anything—other than the cold emptiness of her grief.

As Rishi pounded into her, Divya felt a strange sense of power. It was she who had brought him to this point, she who had made him want her despite the taboo that surrounded them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her body moving in time with his. She could feel her walls clench around him, her orgasm building once again.

But even as she approached the peak, a part of her recoiled in horror. This was her son, her child, the boy she had cradled in her arms and taught to walk. How could she allow this to happen? How could she revel in his touch, his possession of her?

The guilt washed over her like a wave, threatening to drown her in its icy embrace. She tried to push it away, to focus on the here and now, but it was a losing battle. Tears streamed down her face as Rishi's relentless rhythm continued, his grunts of pleasure piercing the silence like a knife to her soul.

"Ahh, mmmm," she moaned, the sounds forced from her lips as his thick cock plunged into her over and over again. The words "fuck your mother" hung in the air, a dark mantra that seemed to fuel his lust. Divya felt her body responding despite herself, her walls tightening around him as she neared another climax.

Suddenly, Rishi pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach, his hand coming down sharply on her ass. The slap echoed through the room, the sting making her eyes water. But instead of recoiling, she pushed back into him, begging for more. He obliged, his hand coming down again and again as he re-entered her from behind.

The feeling of his cock sliding into her wet cunt from this angle was new and exhilarating. She could feel every inch of him, feel his balls slap against her clit with each thrust. The pain from the spanking added to the mix of emotions, making her want him even more. She was no longer just a widow, a mother, or a daughter-in-law. She was a woman, a sexual being with desires that could not be contained by the archaic customs of the village.

Rishi's grunts grew louder, his grip on her hips tightened. She knew he was close, his body tensing with the effort to hold back his release. But she needed it, needed to feel him fill her up with his seed, to complete this twisted rite of passage.

With one final, powerful thrust, Rishi reached his climax, his cum spurting deep within her. Divya felt the warmth spread, filling her up, marking her as his. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a confirmation of her new role in the household. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as her own orgasm followed, a silent scream of pleasure and despair.

As Rishi's breathing slowed and he pulled out of her, she could feel the sticky mess between her legs. The reality of what they had done settled heavily on her shoulders, weighing her down like a boulder. But she knew she couldn't dwell on it, not yet. Instead, she forced a smile to her lips, turning to face her son-turned-lover.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I needed that."

 

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Divya's love for yoga was not just a physical practice, but also a mental and emotional sanctuary. Every morning, she would rise before the sun had crested the horizon, her bare feet whispering against the cool marble floor as she made her way to the rooftop terrace. Here, she would perform her asanas with the grace of a gazelle, her breath syncing with the rhythm of the world waking up around her. Her bold fashion choices, often a sheer blouse with no bra under her sari, had always raised eyebrows, but she was unbothered by the whispers of the village. She knew that in the sanctity of her home, she could be herself.

On this particular morning, as she stretched into downward dog, her father-in-law, Digvijay, appeared at the terrace doorway. He was a man of strong build, with a thick mustache that curled at the ends, and his eyes held a hunger that had been absent since her wedding to Ajay. He had watched her from afar, his desire for her growing with every passing day.

"Good morning, Divya," he said, his voice gruff with the beginnings of lust. "Could you teach me some of those stretches? My old bones could use the work."

Divya's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded, stepping aside to make room for him on the mat. As she began to instruct him, her eyes fell to the bulge growing in his pants, a stark reminder of the unspoken tension between them. She continued her guidance, her voice steady despite the racing thoughts in her mind.

As Digvijay attempted to mimic her movements, his eyes never left the tantalizing view of her half-exposed breasts, which jiggled slightly with each breath she took. His hands, rough from a lifetime of labor, reached out, brushing against her skin as if by accident. Each touch sent a jolt of unwelcome pleasure through her, and she tried to ignore the way her body was betraying her.

But when his hand lingered on her thigh, she knew that the charade could not continue. With a quickness that belied his age, Digvijay pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down onto hers in a kiss that was as surprising as it was unwelcome. She gasped, her body stiffening in protest, but his grip was too tight. He tasted of betel nut and whiskey, and she felt his tongue probing her mouth, seeking entry.

Her eyes snapped open to find her mother-in-law, Sarla, standing at the doorway, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Divya's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation, but she knew that resistance would only fuel the fire. With a resigned sigh, she melted into the embrace, her body responding despite herself.

As Digvijay's rough hands explored her curves, Divya couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. His touch was unfamiliar, yet somehow comforting in its assertiveness. She felt a strange mix of anger and arousal as he pulled her closer, his erection pressing into her stomach.

Her thoughts were racing as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. The words she had been holding back for so long tumbled out in a rush. "Papa, I need this," she whispered, her voice trembling with a need that shocked even herself.

Digvijay's eyes gleamed with victory as he claimed her mouth once again, his hands moving to untie the knot of her sari. The fabric fell away, revealing her body to the cool morning air. His eyes roved over her, drinking in the sight of her half-bare breasts and the dark triangle between her legs.

"See what you do to me?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine now, Divya."

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion as his hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Divya had never felt so exposed, so wanted. Her body, which had laid dormant for so long, was awakening to the raw, primal need that only Digvijay seemed to understand. His kisses grew more insistent, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. He pushed her down onto the mat, his weight pressing her into the soft fabric.

With a growl, he tugged her panties aside, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. He stared at it with a hunger that made Divya's stomach clench. He didn't ask for permission, but she didn't need to. She was his now, and she knew what he wanted. He plunged into her, his cock thick and hard. She cried out, the sensation of being filled after so long overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that she couldn't help but match.

Her mother-in-law, Sarla, watched them from the doorway, her expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Divya felt a spark of anger, but it was quickly doused by the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She had never felt so alive, so desired. Her body responded to Digvijay's rough touch, arching to meet his thrusts. He whispered dirty words in her ear, calling her his little slut, his whore. And instead of disgust, she felt a thrill run down her spine.

Her eyes met Sarla's, and for a moment, she thought she saw a hint of jealousy in the woman's gaze. But then Sarla's smile widened, and she turned away, leaving them alone on the terrace. Divya's mind raced with the implications of what was happening, but she couldn't find the will to care. All that mattered was the feeling of Digvijay's cock pounding into her, filling her in a way that Ajay never had.

With each thrust, she felt a little more of herself slipping away, replaced by a creature of pure desire. Her moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the walls of the terrace. The early morning light painted their sweat-slicked bodies in a soft, golden hue. Divya's hands clutched at the mat beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as Digvijay's fingers found their way into her mouth.

"Fuck me, daddy," she gasped, the words slipping out like a guilty secret. His eyes darkened with pleasure at her submission, and he increased his pace, pounding into her with a ferocity that made her toes curl. The sound of their bodies slapping together was punctuated by the occasional clink of the bells from her anklet, a sweet sound that seemed to mock the sacredness of the act.
Their passion grew wilder, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. Divya felt a strange mix of fear and excitement
But the feeling of his cock inside her was too intense to allow for regret. She was alive in a way she hadn't been in years.

The sound of their lovemaking grew louder, drowning out the distant chorus of roosters and the murmur of the waking village. Divya's hips rose to meet Digvijay's thrusts, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm of his. Her breasts bounced with every impact, the sensation of his rough palms slapping against her skin sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Her eyes closed, she lost herself in the moment, the lines between love and duty blurring until she could no longer tell them apart. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the man above her, claiming her with every stroke.

With a final, guttural moan, Digvijay spilled himself inside her. Divya felt the warmth of his release fill her up, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over her. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe that this was what she had always wanted.

Afterwards, he withdrew, leaving her feeling both empty and exposed. She lay there, panting and trembling, as he pulled his pants back up and straightened his dhoti. The morning air washed over her sweat-slicked body, sending a shiver down her spine.

Digvijay looked down at her, his expression a mix of triumph and something else she couldn't quite place. He offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, and she swayed slightly as she stood. He led her back into the house, the fabric of her sari whispering against her bare skin. The floor felt cold under her bare feet.

 

[Naina boss]

This one is really unique story, Why don't you write in Hindi, it could be more amazing

Started in Hindi. You can check.

 

[Naina boss]

Awesome start. But needs editing. The stockings with saari don't match.

I have done some editing and will continue to do so.You can read again.There will be more editing in future.