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My sister and her son This incident which changed my life happened about 10 yrs ago. It began when my sister Pushpa and her son Ravi came to stay with my husband and me for a week. Although older than me at 39, Pushpa was still an attractive woman who looked 10 years younger thanks to her nice figure (despite having three children). She was married to a successful businessman although they didn't spend a lot of time together unless it was at the office .They had three children - two girls (19) & (14) and one boy (16). The eldest girl was tending college while her sister and brother were still at school. Although Pushpa loved them all, it was her son Ravi who was her favourite. I was about 4 yrs younger than Pushpa and was married and settled in Mumbai. I am from a conservative Hindu family but I fell in love with my husband, a Christian and changed my name to Samantha. We had one daughter at that time who was in boarding school and both of us were working. As I said, Pushpa visited me for a week. Ravi had nothing better to do before going back to school so he tagged along. They reached my home at about 6.00 pm. ‘Didi you look wonderful’ I exclaimed I touched her feet and then embraced her tightly. Ravi came up and bent down to touch my feet. I embraced him also and kissed his cheeks. ‘How’s my little one ‘He was smiling but I felt he stiffened a bit’ Auntie I am a big boy now’ They came in. Since my husband was going to be out for a 10 days I gave them our bedroom to sleep. Didi was visiting me after 2 years.. They rested for some time and then we had dinner. Ravi said he was tired and went to sleep. We both sister went to the living room got some drinks and started talking. She told me that her marriage was on rocks as she discovered her husband was cheating. At rebound she had got into an affair with someone but stopped six months back as she was very scared with three grown up children. . I and my sister had always been open about sex. Infact when I was growing up she was the one who taught me about sex and babies and rest. She was an outstanding teacher. I will share the details later. ‘I am sure men will find you very sexy. You are beautiful’ ‘Well only person who thinks I am beautiful is Ravi’ she whispered. ‘Ravi’ I was shocked. ‘He is a nice grown up boy now Didi he is bound to find his mother beautiful. All boys do, I am sure he has many girlfriends.’ ‘He says he will marry me’. I was getting a little tipsy. I found that I was getting excited. ‘We are to blame for that Didi. You remember how we would spoil him. You would always call him your second husband. This would have left an impression on his mind’. ‘He is always trying to touch me. I have felt him brush me from behind, hug me tight and feel my back and breast. He keeps telling me that the most beautiful women on the earth is me and then you’ ‘He said that? I am flattered Didi. However I think this is normal’ I don’t know why I said that. ‘What are you saying Choti. This is incest.’ Pushpa was upset. ‘Didi do you like his attention’ I asked. ‘To be honest yes I do Samantha. But it is wrong.’ ‘No it is not wrong. There is a lot prevalence of incest in the world. You only need to find out about it. I think it is sweet of Ravi to say this to you’. "This is so... wrong. I can't." she said, sparring with the thoughts that were racing inside her head. "He's my son, Samantha. I can't do that with him." Its okay, sweetheart... It's okay." I retorted in my most understanding tone. "I can't do this." She replied, still quite emotional. "With my own son? It’s wrong." ‘Why not Didi’ I said and I got up saying that I had to finish some office work and left for my study room. Pushpa kept sitting on the sofa with a thoughtful expression. I must have finished my mails in about half and hour and came to the living room and saw Pushpa slumped in a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just had a shower). She looked upset and later it came out that she had called my brother-in-law and his girlfriend had picked up the phone. I was looking directly at Pushpa but she hadn’t spotted me. I was just about to call out to her when a voice shouted: "Amma where are you?" I kept quiet as Pushpa answered him. "In here, beta." and in walked in Ravi ‘I was not getting sleep Amma’. Ravi was a good-looking kid who was fast growing into adulthood. Just slightly taller than his mother (she was just over 5 foot); he still had some growing up to do. He obviously saw that Pushpa was upset and when he enquired what the matter was, she told him about the phone call. Sympathetically, Ravi pulled Pushpa to her feet and gave her a hug. "I had better get changed," she said. "Can't we have a quick drink first?" asked her son. Pushpa paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, what would you like?" "Orange juice?" I heard him asked. Pushpa bent over the fridge to take out the juice. With her back to him, she didn't see Ravi look at her covered rump. "My God, was he actually eyeing up his mother?" I wondered, "Surely not?" Then I happened to glance at the front of his pants and saw what looked like a bulge. I was speechless; he actually had an erection. I couldn't believe it! I know that boys his age were constantly horny, but to be aroused by your own mother? Pushpa was right about Ravi Ravi was already sitting on the settee by the time Pushpa had finished and came over to join him. "Cheers" she said and he had his orange juice. They idly chatted for a few minutes and the conversation came round to my brother-in-law. At length, Ravi started going on about how badly his father treated her and that it wasn't right. Pushpa only half-heartedly tried to defend him. Ravi leaned forward and embraced his mother, kissing her on the cheek. "I do love you, Amma". "I love you too dear" replied his mother, hugging him back. Ravi then pulled back a bit and then kissed her hard on the mouth. I was getting wet seeing this. "Ravi! How many times have I told you not to kiss me like that?" Pushpa scolded after she broke the kiss. I couldn't help but stare. I knew that Ravi had always been affectionate towards her, more so than his two sisters. I just didn't know how affectionate. When Ravi clasped her to him and began babbling, As far as I could make out he was groaning, "I'm sorry! I do love you, Amma" and he started palming her breast through her thin dressing gown!!. I was stunned, but Pushpa seemed to take it in her stride. It didn't look like this was the first time she had to fight off her son's amorous advances. Regaining control, she pushed him gently away. "Ravi, I am worried about this crazy love you have for me." she said firmly. "I'm sorry, Amma - I couldn't help it" Ravi replied. Looking at him as she put down her glass, she said, "No it's my fault. I know that all you boys think of is sex. But you should be interested in girls of your age, not your mother." "But you are so beautiful!" Ravi protested. "Ravi, STOP IT!" said his mother sternly, "You have to stop this. your auntie may come any time." She paused, looking at herself in her dressing gown; "Now, I think I'd better get changed before you get any more ideas." Ravi didn't say a word except just sit there. My sister took one sip of her drink and then leant forward to put her glass down, on to the coffee table. That was where she made her mistake, as she leant forward; the top of her dressing gown came apart slightly. The gap was too little and too far away for me to see but obviously Ravi could see right into it and I saw him stiffen. I still remembered her gasping as he shot his hand inside her robe, scooping out one breast which he literally covered with great, groaning kisses. "No, no Ravi, don't start it now, please!" I could hear the gasp in her voice as she pushed him away. "I want to see your breasts so bad, Amma .Please?" To my astonishment I was now on Ravi's side, and willed him to carry on. I felt love for him. Looking desperately for some argument that would make him let her leave she said, "What's the big deal about my breasts. They’re just mounds of tissue, mostly fat, with some discoloured skin in the middle. It's pretty much the same as my lips." As soon as the words were out she knew it was a mistake. Ravi brightened and said, "But, Mom, I can see your lips. So if it's petty much the same why can't I see your breasts Saying this he pulled the front of her gown open Ravi could hardly breathe as he saw Pushpa's breasts come free. "Oh, God," he moaned. "You were so wrong, Mom. It's not the same at all." I could see that she was desperately afraid of where this could lead, and yet at the same time she wanted to do it. Her husband had stopped caring about her body. He never begged to see her tits and there was no longing in his eyes when he looked at her. She would do anything to see that on a man's face again, even if it was on her son's face. Pushpa's lovely pear shaped heavy breasts became the only thing in the world for Ravi. He studied her nipples with care. And as he watched, the nipples began to get erect and Ravi was seized by an overwhelming desire to touch them. He took one breast in his hand and started pressing it. Pushpa moaned but then said, "I let you look. You never asked if you could touch me." Ravi's hand changed course and instead of touching her breasts he lovingly stroked her cheek and neck, and then ran his thumb over her lips. "But, if it's okay to touch you like this, Mom, why can't I touch you here?" he asked as his dropped down and gently cupped her nipple. Pushpa looked impressed at his technique. ‘Amma I overheard what you and Auntie were talking. She is so nice because she understands me. Why don’t you’ This overcame Pushpa’s dilemma. I still feel proud that played a key role in her happiness. Even though she knew what had to come next she said, "Okay then. You can only do things you've done with my lips." It was so exciting, I was dripping wet by now, my prim and proper sister being seduced by her teenage son. Slowly I put my hand inside my sari and started rubbing myself over my petticoat. Ravi leaned over and said, "I promise, Mom. Only what I've done with your lips." Then he kissed her, running his tongue over her lips and dipping into her mouth for just a moment. Then he dropped his mouth to her right breast and enveloped her nipple. Pushpa shuddered as the touch of his lips and tongue on her nipple. At the same time she stroked his hair and looked at with joy and contentment. Still she had to try and stop it from happening. Softly, gently she said to him, "We shouldn't do this. It isn't right. This could ruin both our lives." Ravi released her breast and kissed her again. "I love you, Mom, and you love me. Nothing we do together could ever hurt us." She moaned with longing and as she drew a deep breath she could smell the arousal of her cunt. I watched anxiously as Ravi raised the bottom of Pushpa's dressing gown almost to her waist. And groaning, bent to kiss her legs, but sensed that his fingers would have the most effect at this point, and his urgent probing at the very top of her legs made Pushpa gasp. She made one tremendous effort to still the hand that was caressing her flesh, but Ravi wasn't about to give in. I could hear her whispering "Ravi, stop it! I mean it!" "But I want you so much, Amma!" groaned the boy and if to prove it, it leant back and quickly undid his pants, freeing his erect penis. Pushpa's eyes bulged as she took in the dimensions of her son's huge erection. "Oh my God! It's enormous! “She exclaimed bring her hand to her mouth. However, what shocked me more was seeing my sister, groaning, reaching out and taking it her hands and finding it too thick for her fingers to encompass it. For a while Pushpa manipulated the strong shaft, as if she could make it expand even further. Then she swung her legs along the settee, lifting her ass so that Ravi could open her robe further. Simultaneously, Ravi and I gasped at the sight of her cunt. I have never saw a cunt looking so wet and flushed, ruddy with lust as I did hers that day. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of Pushpa's love juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still arching her bottom off the settee towards Ravi's tool. She put her hand on his cock and said, "If I suck it, will that satisfy you?" Ravi was feeling much more confident now and she could hear it in his voice when he answered her. "If it is enough to satisfy you, Mom." She bent down and took the head of her son's cock into her mouth, licking his head and savouring the precum that flowed from the slit. Then she took him deeply into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, coaxing an eruption from her son. "Mom," Ravi moaned as he felt his cum building up. "I'm gonna come soon, do you want me to do it in - OHH GODDD - in your mouth?" She moved her head faster and sucked harder until he could hold it no longer. Ravi shoved his hips up to meet her plunging mouth and bellowed as his semen rushed out of his cock and into her mouth. Minutes later Pushpa sat up and Ravi looked into her eyes. "Well, Mom. Did that do anything for you?" Pushpa kept quiet. Ravi coaxed her ‘Amma what happened, you did not like it? Amma please let me make love to you’ he pleaded. He was such a gentleman. I saw doubts give way to affection and passion in Pushpa’s eyes. She smiled at her son. "Yes, Ravi it did. It gave me the courage to do what I wanted to do from the moment you came into this room." Ravi stared intently as she removed the gown cord, came over him and opened her thighs. "I'm sorry; Ravi, but I need it so badly. I have to feel you inside my pussy. I need to feel you fucking my cunt full of your cum. I need to make you a man, so you can remind me that I'm a woman." Ravi was fascinated by the sight before him. His mother gown was completely open in the front. Her breasts were hanging out heaving, nipples taut. Her mother’s cunt was glistening with her juices. He reverently touched her cunt trembling with excitement. He slipped down his trousers and poised his muscled thighs between his mother's totally abandoned legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother and son were lost to the lure of incestual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in synch with the mating of mother and son before my widening gaze and flooding pussy. I am sure my thighs were also covered with a similar sheen like Pushpa’s with my juices. Pushpa's nearer leg trailed on the floor, enabling me to watch her rubbing his prick along her slit prior to the ramming piston action of Ravi's tool as he began to sink between her dark pubes. He was too large for him to get his entire stiff shaft into her in one go. Grabbing hold of her for leverage, he slowly pushed his large prick further and further in. I looked at Pushpa and saw her grimacing and moaning "Oh God!" to herself as her son fed her his impossibly huge cock into her until finally he was in her up to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. At this point, it all became too much and I came, keeping my mouth shut so that I didn't make a noise, I poured stream of my juices in my panties. Once I had recovered, I could hear the settee creaking violently as I saw that Ravi was furiously fucking his mother. Each thrust getting longer as every time he pulled out more of his cock out of her before burying it again up to the hilt. Each time it came into view it seemed more and more drenched with her wetness, and how I longed for his knob to come out and ram back into my wet reddened cunt. Pushpa had been moaning deeply as her son powered himself in and out of her but then she suddenly cried out and seemed to freeze as her back arched while clinging to Ravi's neck. Ravi's hips thrusts were getting more spasmodic. "I'm going to cum, Amma" shouted her son. This must have brought Pushpa to her senses because she shouted "NO! Not in me, beta! Pull out! PULL OUT!" Well, it must have got through to him since he pulled his cock out and immediately shot his thick white spunk into the air. I was astounded, I never saw so much cum as the boy shot wad after wad. Finally he collapsed next to his mother on the settee, panting. Finally, after what seemed an age, Pushpa slowly stood up. "I must get dressed", she said coldly and went upstairs. Exhausted, I went back to the study sat down drifted off to sleep. Later I woke up to see her sitting beside her son again. She was wearing a thin sari and low-cut blouse. Ravi was in his lungi. "Ravi, what happened could lead to trouble," she started, "I had my period only ten days back and I could be fertile now. That's why I told you to pull out. You do realise that you could have got me pregnant and God knows what would happen if your father ever found out" "Pregnant?” Ravi looked up, looking up with a mischievous look in his face. "B-but you may not be fully in your fertile period yet, Amma." "Probably not,” Pushpa replied, "Anyway! You must promise that you will never try to do this again." "I am so sorry, Amma. I don't know what comes over me when I make love to you. You must think I am really sick!" he whined. "No! No, I don’t think you are sick, honey. This may not be normal but not sick. I hear a lot of mothers make love to their sons. But making your Amma pregnant is a serious matter. It could lead to lot of trouble, beta." "But Amma, I just love you. It is so good when we make love. I never thought sex would feel like that." Ravi replied. Pushpa looked at her son with affection. "You are really crazy about making love to me, aren't you Ravi?" "Yes, Amma." Ravi nodded slowly. "Oh my God," Pushpa said with tears in her eyes, "I am so lucky to have a son like you, Ravi." Pushpa slowly stopped sobbing and then cleared her eyes and looked directly into his. "But it is a problem, Ravi." Pushpa said finally, "Now I want you to promise me that you will try your best not to cum inside me." "I will try, Amma." the boy said. Looking at the clock, Pushpa got up. "I'd better get going, your auntie is due any time. You had better put some clothes on.” pointing to Ravi's naked chest. Even though, I had cum hard I again started rubbing myself thinking about how far this scenario could play out. I was pinching my nipples as they were hurting. Would Ravi try again and would Pushpa succumb? I had to find out. I came with stars exploding in my head, thinking about them. I went to there living room and told that I was sleepy and would like to call it an early night. I came to my bedroom and after that I took out my panties which were sopping wet by now, went to the toilet for peeing. While peeing I again started rubbing my clit again as the yellow liquid gushed out, splashing my hand, and came so hard that I collapsed on the floor. I lay there for some time, recovered and than cleaned myself. My breasts were hurting with excitement. I took off my bra put my blouse and just wrapped my sari without the petticoat. Then I peeped out of my door. Pushpa was telling her son “Look, what, happened. There's nothing can be done about it." "I suppose.” Ravi's reply was so quiet that I could hardly hear him. "Look, “Pushpa said cheerfully, "come here and give your old mother a hug." "You are not old, Amma." Ravi said but nevertheless he walked into her arms. "I do love you, you know that?" she said. "Yeah," he said, "and I love you too." Pushpa gently kissed Ravi on the cheek. "There, that's not so bad…..mmpphhh!" Pushpa started to say as Ravi's mouth found hers, his body pushing hers again the wall. His hands were all over her, rubbing her breasts. He then started to nibble her neck. "Ravi! Don't start again! Your auntie may come", she gasped, fighting against him. Ravi made no reply as they struggled, my sister desperately trying to get out of her son's clutches. The struggling got fiercer. So much so, I started to worry that he would rape her. I had originally found this all arousing because my sister had succumbed despite her protests. This was different. Pushpa was really struggling now and the way my nephew was acting, I didn't know what he would do. I started to get up when Ravi pulled his hand off Pushpa's breast and stuck it up her sari. A moment later, Pushpa froze and just gave a deep-throated "Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh". I just watched open-mouthed at the change that come over her. One minute was she had been struggling in protest, now she was grabbing Ravi's face and locking her lips with his in the deepest French kiss I ever witness. Groaning and with their hands all over each other, their mouths still clued together, they slid to the floor. Removing his mouth from hers, I saw Ravi start a new struggle now, this time with Pushpa's sari and panties. Pulling her sari up he pulled her panties down and off her legs, he then pulled his lungi down to his knees in his desperation to once again sheath himself back inside his mother, in the hole from where he had come out into this world 16yrs ago Once comfortably seated, Ravi bent his head down to his mother's as her mouth joined his in a passionate kiss. He then slowly moved his mouth down to her neck as one of his hands started pawing her breasts through her blouse, his ass slowly moving up and down between her legs. All during this, Pushpa just lay there moaning slightly but not resisting in any way. Slowly, I put my right hand inside my sari and started slow rubbing my cunt. This would be a long one and I did not want to exhaust myself. I had already had three mind blowing orgasms. As I had already taken off my blouse in the toilet I squeezed my bare breasts with my left hand. My nipples were hard as stone and were hurting. My hand was completely wet. Ravi's put his cockhead on Pushpa’s pussy mouth and slowly pressed it forward. Pushpa’s thick legs were now wrapped around Ravi’s back in a tight embrace. Such that from my position I could see her ass spread and Ravi’s cock engulfed in her pussy lips. When he started fucking her it was delightful sight. Pushpa was meeting his thrust equally; his cock was glistening with her juices as it was pistioning in and out of her stretched pussy. His mouth had by this time rejoined Pushpa's and their kissing was getting really passionate as their ass moved faster. Gasping, Ravi raised himself onto his arms as he started to throw his hips forward in rapid strokes, causing his mother to gasp and moan. In turn, she tightened her legs and hooked them behind the small of his back as she sought to pull him even deeper into her cunt. Gone were any protests. Both of them were now intent on reaching their orgasms. I started to rub myself harder as Ravi's thrusts got deeper and harder. All I could hear was them moaning and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies hitting each other. The noise got louder and louder as they picked up speed. Now I started to hear a wet slurping noise of a large hard cock being repeatedly thrusted into a very wet cunt. I was impressed by Ravi's stamina, they had been screwing for the last 20 minutes but I could see from his wild thrusts that he was almost there. Pushpa had been wailing continuously and moaning in a continuous stream of orgasms. She was now not even worried that I may hear her. She was in total abandonment. Her head was rolling and she was covered with a sheen of sweat. Gasping Ravi pulled his face from hers. "I'm…almost there, Amma….I gotta pull out...” "Yessss cum now! I'm…about..****..****... Ooooooooooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pushpa shouted as I saw her bury her head into her son's shoulder, clutching him wildly as she started by the looks of it her biggest cum yet. "Amma!…....No, Amma!…I gotta pull out…. ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!". It was too late, his mother was holding on to him too tightly for him to withdraw. Instead, I saw him bury himself as deeply as possible into her. Grabbing her hard, I could see his bum flex as he shot wad after wad of rich potent teenage cum into his mother's belly. I heard his mother cry out "Oh, Ravi, my darling beta. Nooooooooooo…….ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" as she shook in orgasm. My whole body was trembling, my sari had opened up and I was completely naked, rubbing my pussy furiously as I remembered what she had said earlier and that now Ravi was ejaculating directly into his mother unprotected and fertile womb. Judging from the amount of spunk he had shot off earlier and knowing how fertile young men can be, I was certain that he could get her pregnant easily. In my mind's eye, I could imagine his sperm swimming deep inside her belly searching out an egg to attach to. The thought of her going round with a fat tummy full with her own son's baby was too much. With a loud moan, I came so hard that I squirted my juices out in spurts from my cunt. This happened for the first time in my life. I think I became unconscious for a few minutes at the strength of my orgasm. I was afraid they would have heard my moaning when I came, but they were so engrossed in their incestuous union that they were oblivious to the world. I watched as they trembled, locked together. Ravi repeatedly shooting more of his spunk into Pushpa's heaving stomach. Finally, after what seemed an age, Ravi relaxed on his mother and they both lay there recovering. I had expected that they had finished, but to my surprise (and I fancy to my sister's), Ravi started moving inside his mother again. "Oh no Ravi, not again!" moaned his mother but she didn't stop him as she lay there gasping while he slowly seesawed into her. After a few thrusts, he stopped and I saw him pull out. He just knelt there with his huge boner sticking up, glistening with their juices. "Ravi, wha? Pushpa gasped. "Amma, please undress. I want to see you naked" the boy groaned. Pushpa just lay on the floor for a moment. Then, still panting, she got up and started stripping her bunched up sari and full front open blouse which were the only clothes on her. Within seconds, she was standing in front of her son, totally naked. Both our eyes bulged as we took in her body (though he had the better view). From the side view, I could see her legs thick but toned, going up to a wide round ass, up to a smooth back. Her breasts were big and her left boob drooped a little against her ribcage. For any age, she looked good but for a woman of 39, she looked great. I was confused as I was feeling excited looking at my sister. I had never had any lesbian experience before. Ravi had no such qualms as he stood up and completely stripped. For seconds (though it seemed longer), the two of them just stood there eyeing each other up. Then Ravi said: "Amma, get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind." "Oh Ravi!" was all Pushpa said as she quickly complied. Rubbing his, I imagine aching, hard-on (looking at the size of it), Ravi got down on his knees and shuffled up behind his mother. From my angle, I could not see the actual penetration, but from the looks on their faces and the moans that came out of the mouths, he was slowly but surely feeding himself back into her. By the time his stomach flattened against her wide ass, I could see a smile of satisfaction on Ravi's face while Pushpa looked like she was in agony with her teary eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she continually moaned. I then realised that from this position, Ravi must had been in her deeper than ever. This time, he started fucking her in earnest. Grabbing hold of Pushpa's shapely thighs, Ravi started move his hips back and forth. Slowly at first but soon he was speeding up. From my vantage point, I could see his stomach smashing into his mother's backside, making the cheeks of her ass quiver. The slapping sound got harder and harder as he pounded into her. At first Pushpa was moving her backside to meet his thrusts but I saw that she soon gave that up as he started fucking her even more forcefully. I was sure that her pussy was raw by the amount of fucking it was receiving and how red it was looking. In the end, all she could do was grip the carpet hard, her mouth open as she emitted loud "ugggh"s. As she started to approach orgasm, she started getting quite verbal. "Oh yes .... My baby." Pushpa was becoming incoherent with excitement telling Ravi that he was born out from her cunt. “Yes son, this is from where I gave birth to you. This is from where you saw light for the first time. Fuck my cunt hard, my love; you are a lucky bastard, you have entered the only forbidden pussy for you, where very few sons would have ever entered their mothers. Oh.... it feels so good. I love it up me. You are so big! Fuck me, honey. Fuck it up to your balls. I love your big hard cock you motherfucker!" Ravi then pulled out his cock from his mother’s slippery pussy to her disappointment. He then rolled her over on her back spread her legs wide and entered her with an impatient jerk. Pushpa moaned in ecstasy. Ravi continued his fucking and his mother wrapped her legs around his back and locked them. Ravi now moved his hands up to his mother's naked breasts, gripping them firmly and bent down and started sucking the left nipples hard while squeezing the right breast, as he continued shoving his large erection so far up her, that I was surprised that it didn't come out of her mouth. This was followed by loud cries as she very obviously came to orgasm. By this time, they had been fucking for at least another twenty minutes. I felt so jealous that I had never experienced anything like this ever. On and on they fucked. As before, the room was filled with sounds of bodies (this time naked) slapping together HARD, slurping sounds as a large stiff cock repeatedly reamed a soft wet cunt and the groans of two people in ecstasy. I am sure on that day Didi would have had more than a dozen orgasms. And not the small ones each huge. In fact next morning there was a huge patch of caked dried up mixed cum stain on the sofa, along with many smaller ones which I am sure would have leaked out of Didi’s pussy wherever she sat.. I lost track of time but finally I sensed that that end was near. Both of their faces, especially Ravi's were showing signs of strain as his thrusts became more and more rapid. " I am going to cum, Amma. ..... Do you want.... me to pull out?" he groaned. " Oh no, Ravi. Fill me, honey; fill me with that thick white spunk! Make me pregnant, put a baby inside me! I want your baby, my beta, my sweet mother fucker" Pushpa moaned. I couldn't believe what my sister had just said. Nor could Ravi as he slammed into her one last time and gripped hard as he so obviously (by his face) started shooting off inside her. "HERE IT COMES, Amma! Here comes your baby!! ARRRGHHH!" It must have been a strong ejaculation since I saw Pushpa's eyes bulged and her mouth emitted a long "Ooooooooooooohhhhhh!" as he came inside her. I see his ass as he spurted more of his hot potent seed into his mother's receptive belly, adding to the sperm he had already deposited earlier. Pushpa then closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out as she came again, making her son cry out as I imagine her cunt collapsed around his spasming cock. For long seconds, I watch the two of them just lying there, their bodies locked together as they came. But finally they pulled apart, the boy's cock sliding out of his mother's cunt with a wet slap. Even limp, his cock was formidable. They lay on the floor, arms around each other. "I love you, Amma" said Ravi, hugging his mother tightly. "I love you too, my son! " whispered Pushpa, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I should be feeling guilty about making love with my own son, but I am not, Ravi. No one has ever made love to me like that before. I didn't know sex could be that good. I am just in heaven when you make love to me, beta." Really?" smiled her son. "Really!" confirmed Pushpa. "Better than with Dad?" pushed her son. "Yes, much better than with your bastard cheating father. Even when he was young. We never make love now. He spends all his energy on the business." "Then Dad's a fool. You are the sexiest lady in the world and if you were my wife, I would be fucking you every morning, noon and night! And if you are not on the pill, you would forever be pregnant." Ravi continued, slowly bending forward to kiss her and then moving his mouth onto her neck.. "Ravi, " Pushpa giggled, "do you want me to be your wife?" Then I saw her look down between his legs and gasped. "I see that you do ..ummph." She was cut off as Ravi kissed her again, this time more ardently. Within seconds, mother and son were kissing more passionately, now that they had decided to be husband and wife; I could see their tongues rolling within their open mouths. Not again, I thought. How could the boy keep going? I was knackered and I was just watching. Pushpa then moved away from Ravi. "Amma?" quizzed the boy. "Beta, I got to go and find a clinic. Despite what I said a few minutes ago, I can't risk getting pregnant." Pushpa said getting up and making for her clothes. But I could see that my nephew was interested in other things (the boy was insatiable) as he got up and with a fresh hard-on sticking up in front of him and started towards his naked mother, herding her towards the stairs. Somehow, I don't think my lusty nephew was going let his mother out of the house, let alone near a clinic for a long time yet. "Oh Amma! Just one more time, please? I'll be quick!" "Oh Ravi, you can't want it again. Not so soon!" exclaimed Pushpa, her eyes were glued on the boy's erection as she was slowly pushed up the stairs. "I can't help it!" replied the boy, "you are so beautiful!" as I saw him lecherously look at his mother. Despite his mother's protests (which looked pretty half-hearted), Ravi guided her up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where Pushpa slept, closing the door behind them. Oh to be young again. I had had one more huge orgasm listening to my sister’s dirty talk, the sound of their fucking and the overpowering smell of sex all around. I was worn out. So much so that I fell asleep. When I woke up again, I looked at my watch and found it was around 4 in the morning. I quickly went to the toilet for a pee. Once back, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee. The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom. As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping that the boy was giving his mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried on kissing, whispering, screwing and sucking. When I left them to it, desperate to get my own for the sixth time that day (haven't done that for a long time), they were in the middle of another good strenuous fuck. At times I heard Pushpa giggle loudly, and once give an 'ouch' and reprimanded Ravi for biting her nipples too hard. After my sixth cum, I decided it was better to get some sleep. The next morning, I woke up late and came to the living room. Pushpa was there waiting for me. She did look tired; her hair was disheveled as if she had just got up. I told them that I would have to go to work again and would come back in the evening. "Oh no " said Pushpa. "I'm sorry," I said, "you know what work is like. Besides you got Ravi for company." I saw Pushpa blush and behind me I got the distinct impression that Ravi was smiling. After I has washed and changed, I left them at the front door, got into my car and headed off to my office. I wondered how long before they would get started again? Not too long, judging by the look on Ravi's face. I needed time to think how to deal with this. Over the next month many things happened. I was in a state of perpetual excitement, always wet, thinking what they would be doing, I started masturbating 3 – 4 times a day and felt miserable sexually. I pitied myself for not having a son. But it was not too late. If Didi with 3 kids could try again then why not me. But this was 10 yrs ago. A lot has happened after that. But maybe I tell it another day. |
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