Incest The Insatiable Ones - Leverage sex to grow business, with full family involvement

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All 6 of them (Arjun, Priya, Ajay, Asha, Rohan, Neha) having an orgy in the bedroom attached to the Executive suite in the office.

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Part Thirteen: Dubai Expansion - The First Major International Deal

The Emirates flight touched down at Dubai International Airport just after 9 PM on Friday evening. Priya looked out the window at the glittering city below, her heart racing with anticipation.

*This is it,* she thought. *Our first major international deal. Fifty crores. We have to make this work.*

Beside her, Arjun squeezed her hand. "Ready?"

"More than ready," Priya replied with a confident smile.

Behind them, Asha and Neha were equally excited, while Rohan and Ajay discussed last-minute business strategy in low voices.

A luxury car was waiting for them at the airport—a black Mercedes S-Class with a driver in formal attire. They drove through Dubai's spectacular streets, past the towering Burj Khalifa, along Sheikh Zayed Road with its futuristic skyscbangrs, until they reached Jumeirah Beach and the iconic Burj Al Arab.

The hotel rose before them like a giant sail, illuminated against the night sky, the most luxurious hotel in the world.

"Bloody hell," Ajay breathed. "This place is insane."

They were escorted to the presidential suite on one of the upper floors. The suite was enormous—over 8,000 square feet, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the Arabian Gulf, multiple bedrooms, a private cinema, a dining room that could seat twelve, and furnishings that screamed wealth and luxury.

"This must cost lakhs per night," Neha whispered, her eyes wide.

"It does," Arjun confirmed. "But Vikram is paying for it. He wants to impress us as much as we want to impress him."

They had two hours to settle in and prepare before Vikram would arrive for dinner. The women went to one of the bedrooms to get ready while the men reviewed their presentation materials.

Priya stood in front of the mirror, applying makeup with careful precision. She wore a deep red saree with a low-cut blouse that showed off her cleavage—her breasts were still full from nursing Aditya, probably D-cups now, and they looked spectacular. The saree hugged her post-pregnancy curves perfectly, emphasizing her wider hips and fuller figure.

*I look good,* she thought, turning to examine herself from different angles. *Mature, sexy, confident. Vikram won't be able to resist.*

Asha wore a black saree with a gold border, her blouse even more revealing than Priya's, cut so low that the swell of her large breasts was clearly visible. Her body was voluptuous—wide hips, thick thighs, a soft belly, and enormous breasts that strained against the fabric.

*I'm going to seduce a billionaire tonight,* Asha thought, her pussy already getting wet with anticipation. *And help close a fifty-crore deal. This is incredible.*

Neha had chosen a more conservative but still elegant emerald green saree with a fitted blouse. Her slender figure looked graceful and sophisticated, her smaller breasts perfectly proportioned to her frame.

*I'm nervous,* Neha thought, applying lipstick with slightly trembling hands. *But also excited. This is what we've been training for.*

At exactly 10 PM, there was a knock on the suite door. Arjun opened it to reveal Vikram Malhotra.

He was in his early fifties, tall and well-built, with salt-and-pepper hair, and sharp intelligent eyes. He wore an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, and he carried himself with the confidence of a man who'd built an empire worth thousands of crores.

"Arjun," Vikram said, shaking his hand firmly. "Good to finally meet in person."

"The pleasure is ours," Arjun replied. "Please, come in. Let me introduce you to the team."

Vikram entered the suite, his eyes immediately going to the three women standing near the windows. His gaze lingered on each of them, appreciation clear in his expression.

*Fuck, they're all stunning,* Vikram thought, his cock already beginning to stir. *Arjun wasn't exaggerating when he said his team was exceptional.*

"This is my wife, Priya," Arjun said. "She heads our marketing and client relations division."

Priya stepped forward, extending her hand. "Mr. Malhotra, it's a pleasure."

"Please, call me Vikram," he said, taking her hand. His grip was firm, warm, and he held her hand just a moment longer than necessary. "The pleasure is entirely mine."

*She's gorgeous,* Vikram thought, his eyes traveling over her body. *That saree, those curves, that face. I want her.*

"This is Asha," Arjun continued. "She manages our business development."

Asha shook his hand, her smile warm and inviting. "Welcome to Dubai, Vikram."

*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, trying not to stare too obviously. *I can see why Arjun brought her along.*

"And this is Neha," Arjun said. "She handles our IT and operations."

Neha shook his hand more shyly. "Nice to meet you."

*She's beautiful too,* Vikram thought. *More reserved, but there's something intriguing about her.*

"And these are my partners," Arjun said, gesturing to the other men. "Rohan Sharma, our real estate specialist, and Ajay Verma, our sales director."

Handshakes were exchanged, and then they all moved to the dining area where a private chef had prepared an elaborate meal—Arabic mezze, grilled meats, fresh seafood, and expensive wines.

The conversation during dinner was professional at first—discussing Mumbai's real estate market, investment opportunities, regulatory challenges. But as the wine flowed and the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, more intimate.

Priya sat beside Vikram, and she made sure to lean forward whenever she spoke, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She touched his arm when she laughed, let her hand linger on his shoulder when she reached for her wine glass.

*He's responding,* Priya thought, noticing how his eyes kept returning to her breasts. *He wants me. I can feel it.*

Vikram was indeed struggling to focus on the business discussion. His cock was half-hard in his trousers, and he kept imagining what Priya would look like naked, what her breasts would feel like in his hands.

*I need to fuck her,* he thought, his arousal building. *Tonight. I need to feel her pussy around my cock.*

After dinner, they moved to the lounge area. Arjun pulled up a presentation on the large screen, outlining their proposed investment strategy—commercial properties in Bandra and Worli, residential developments in Andheri, a mixed-use project near the new metro line.

But Vikram was barely paying attention. His eyes kept drifting to Priya, who had positioned herself on a sofa across from him, her legs crossed in a way that made her saree ride up slightly, revealing her smooth calves.

Finally, Arjun finished the presentation. "So that's our proposal," he said. "Fifty crores invested over two years, with projected returns of 30-35% annually."

"It's impressive," Vikram said, though his mind was elsewhere. "Very impressive."

There was a moment of silence, and then Priya stood. "Vikram, would you like some entertainment? We've arranged something special for you."

"Entertainment?" Vikram asked, his pulse quickening.

"Just a small performance," Priya said with a mysterious smile. "To thank you for your time and consideration."

She walked to the centre of the room, and Asha dimmed the lights slightly, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Soft music began playing—a sensual Arabic melody with a slow, hypnotic beat.

Priya began to dance.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, her hips swaying to the rhythm. She moved her hands over her body—across her breasts, down her sides, over her hips—in a way that was unmistakably sexual.

*I'm dancing for him,* Priya thought, her arousal building. *Seducing him. And he's completely captivated.*

Vikram watched, transfixed, his cock now fully hard in his trousers. *Fuck, she's incredible,* he thought. *The way she moves, the way she looks at me. I need her.*

Priya moved closer to him, her dance becoming more provocative. She turned around, bending forward slightly, giving him a view of her ass through the saree. Then she straightened and began slowly unwrapping the saree, letting it fall away to reveal her blouse and petticoat underneath.

The blouse was even more revealing than it had seemed—cut so low that the tops of her areolas were almost visible, so tight that her breasts looked like they might spill out at any moment.

*She's stripping for me,* Vikram thought, his breathing becoming heavier. *Right here, in front of everyone.*

Priya moved even closer, until she was standing directly in front of him. Then she turned around and sat on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock.

*I can feel how hard he is,* Priya thought, moving her hips in slow circles. *He wants me so badly.*

Vikram's hands moved to her hips instinctively, and Priya didn't stop him. She leaned back against his chest, her head near his shoulder, and continued moving.

"Do you like this?" she whispered in his ear.

"Fuck yes," Vikram breathed, his hands moving up to her waist, then higher, until they were just below her breasts.

Priya reached back and guided his hands up, placing them directly on her breasts. Vikram groaned, squeezing gently, feeling their weight, their softness.

*I'm touching her tits,* he thought, his cock throbbing. *They're so big, so perfect.*

Priya stood and turned to face him, straddling his lap now, her breasts at his eye level. Vikram's hands moved to her back, then down to her ass, squeezing through the petticoat.

"Would you like to see more?" Priya asked, her voice low and sultry.

"Yes," Vikram said without hesitation. "Please."

Priya reached behind her back and began unhooking her blouse. Slowly, teasingly, she removed it, revealing her breasts—large, full, with dark nipples that were already hard.

*I'm topless in front of him,* Priya thought, her pussy wet now. *And everyone's watching. This is so hot.*

Vikram stared at her breasts, mesmerized. Then he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

Milk immediately filled his mouth—sweet, warm, unexpected.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling back in surprise. "You're lactating."

"I had a baby a few months ago," Priya said with a smile. "Does it bother you?"

"No," Vikram said, leaning forward again. "It's fucking hot."

He sucked harder this time, drinking her milk, his hands kneading her other breast. Priya moaned, her head falling back, her arousal spiking.

*He's drinking my milk,* she thought. *While everyone watches. This is incredible.*

After a few minutes, Priya stood and took Vikram's hand. "Come with me," she said.

She led him to one of the bedrooms, and Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay remained in the lounge, giving them privacy. Asha and Neha followed at a distance, curious to see what would happen.

In the bedroom, Priya removed her petticoat, standing before Vikram in just her panties. Her body was stunning—full breasts still leaking milk, a soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed pussy visible through the sheer fabric of her panties.

"You're beautiful," Vikram said, his voice thick with desire.

"Thank you," Priya replied, moving to him and beginning to undress him.

She removed his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a well-maintained body—broad shoulders, a flat stomach, some chest hair. Then she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers.

His cock sprang free—about seven inches, thick, cut, the head swollen and dark with arousal, already leaking precum.

*Nice cock,* Priya thought, wrapping her hand around it. *Thick, hard. This is going to feel good.*

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Vikram groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he breathed.

Priya sucked him expertly, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the base. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat, until his cock was buried in her mouth.

*I'm sucking a billionaire's cock,* Priya thought, her pussy clenching. *To close a fifty-crore deal. This is perfect.*

After a few minutes, Vikram pulled her up. "I need to fuck you," he said urgently. "Now."

Priya removed her panties and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, her lips swollen and pink.

Vikram positioned himself between her thighs and thrust inside in one smooth motion. Priya gasped at the sensation—he filled her completely, stretching her, his cock driving deep.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "You feel so good."

"You're so tight," Vikram groaned, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Priya."

He fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands on her breasts, squeezing, kneading. Milk leaked from her nipples with each squeeze, dripping down her sides.

*I'm being fucked by Vikram Malhotra,* Priya thought as pleasure built inside her. *And it feels amazing. His cock is perfect.*

"Harder," Priya begged. "Fuck me harder."

Vikram increased his pace, pounding into her now, the bed shaking with each thrust. Priya's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her body responding intensely.

"I'm going to cum," Vikram warned after several minutes, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pussy."

Vikram thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.

*He's cumming inside me,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Filling me with his seed. And it feels so fucking good.*

She screamed, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop.

When he finally pulled out, his cum immediately started leaking from her pussy, dripping onto the bed. Vikram collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily.

"That was incredible," Vikram breathed.

"It was just the beginning," Priya replied with a satisfied smile.

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The next morning, Asha and Neha joined them. Vikram woke to find all three women in his bed—Priya on one side, Asha on the other, and Neha at the foot of the bed.

"Good morning," Priya said with a smile. "We thought you might enjoy some company."

*Three women,* Vikram thought, his cock already hardening. *All for me. This is a fantasy come true.*

Asha moved first, straddling his chest, her enormous breasts hanging above his face. "Suck my tits," she said, lowering herself.

Vikram took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Her breasts were even larger than Priya's, probably E-cups, heavy and soft.

*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, his hands moving to squeeze them. *So big, so perfect.*

Meanwhile, Neha had moved between his legs and taken his cock into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, her tongue working the head, her hand stroking the base.

*She's good at this,* Vikram thought, groaning. *Her mouth feels amazing.*

Priya watched for a moment, then moved to kiss Asha, their tongues tangling. Vikram watched, mesmerized, as the two women kissed passionately above him.

*They're kissing each other,* he thought, his arousal spiking. *While I suck one's tits and the other sucks my cock. This is insane.*

After a few minutes, they switched positions. Neha straddled his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth. Vikram began licking her eagerly, his tongue working her clit, tasting her juices.

*She tastes so good,* he thought, his tongue exploring every fold. *Sweet, musky. I want more.*

Asha positioned herself over his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, groaning as he filled her. Her pussy was incredibly tight, gripping his cock like a vice.

"Oh fuck," Asha moaned, starting to move. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

*I'm fucking Asha while eating Neha's pussy,* Vikram thought, overwhelmed by sensation. *And Priya's watching. This is the best day of my life.*

Priya moved beside them, her hands on Asha's breasts, squeezing and kneading. Then she leaned down and began sucking Asha's nipples while Asha rode Vikram's cock.

*Priya's sucking my tits,* Asha thought, her pleasure building. *While I fuck Vikram. This is so hot.*

They continued like this for several minutes, then switched again. This time, Neha rode his cock while Asha sat on his face, and Priya positioned herself beside him so he could finger her pussy.

*I'm pleasuring all three of them at once,* Vikram thought, his mind reeling. *This is incredible.*

Finally, after nearly an hour of continuous sex, Vikram felt his orgasm approaching.

"I'm going to cum," he warned.

"Cum on our faces," Priya said, quickly moving off the bed. "All three of us."

The three women knelt side by side on the floor, their faces upturned, their mouths open. Vikram stood in front of them, stroking his cock rapidly.

His orgasm hit and he came hard, rope after rope of cum shooting onto their faces. The first shot hit Priya's cheek, the second splattered across Asha's forehead, the third landed on Neha's lips. He continued cumming, covering all three of them with his seed.

*I'm cumming on three beautiful women,* Vikram thought as pleasure crashed through him. *This is perfect.*

When he finally finished, all three women were covered in his cum—their faces, their hair, their breasts. They turned to each other and began kissing, sharing his cum, their tongues tangling, swapping his seed between their mouths.

*They're sharing my cum,* Vikram thought, watching in awe. *Kissing each other, swapping it. Fuck, that's hot.*

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By Sunday afternoon, after two more days of business discussions interspersed with sexual encounters, Vikram was completely convinced.

"I'm in," he said, sitting in the lounge with Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay. "Fifty crores, as discussed. I'll have my lawyers draw up the contracts this week."

"Excellent," Arjun said, shaking his hand. "You won't regret this."

"I already don't," Vikram said with a smile, glancing at the three women who were sitting nearby. "This has been... an exceptional weekend."

They flew back to Mumbai that evening, all six of them exhausted but triumphant.

"We did it," Priya said as the plane took off. "Fifty crores. Our first major international deal."

"And it's just the beginning," Arjun replied, squeezing her hand.

They had proven their model worked. Sex, business, and pleasure—all perfectly integrated. And they were ready to take it even further.

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Priya getting ready to meet Vivek Malhotra, the Dubai Billionaire

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Vivek Malhotra, the Dubai Billionaire fucking Priya

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Part Fourteen: Rohan and Neha's Wedding

Two weeks after returning from Dubai, Rohan called a family meeting at the office.

"I have an announcement," he said, standing in the conference room with everyone gathered. "Neha and I are getting married."

There was a moment of surprised silence, then everyone erupted in congratulations. Neha blushed, holding up her hand to show the diamond ring Rohan had given her.

"When did this happen?" Priya asked, hugging her cousin.

"Last night," Neha said with a shy smile. "He took me to dinner at the Taj and proposed. I said yes immediately."

"This is wonderful," Asha said, embracing them both. "When's the wedding?"

"Next month," Rohan said. "We don't want to wait. We've already booked the venue—the same place where Asha and Ajay got married."

The next four weeks were a whirlwind of preparation. Invitations were sent, arrangements were made, and finally, the wedding day arrived.

The ceremony was traditional and beautiful. Neha wore a stunning red and gold lehenga, her hair adorned with flowers, her hands decorated with intricate mehndi. Rohan wore a cream sherwani with gold embroidery, looking handsome and confident.

They exchanged vows in front of the sacred fire, their families watching with joy and emotion. When the priest finally declared them husband and wife, everyone cheered.

The reception that evening was lavish—hundreds of guests, elaborate decorations, delicious food, and endless dancing. But as the night wore on and guests began to leave, a smaller group remained.

Arjun, Priya, Asha, and Ajay had been invited to join Rohan and Neha at the penthouse for their wedding night. It was an unconventional arrangement, but perfectly fitting for their unconventional family.

They arrived at the penthouse around midnight. Neha was still in her bridal lehenga, though she'd removed some of the heavier jewellery. Rohan had changed into more comfortable clothes—a kurta and jeans.

"Are you sure about this?" Priya asked Neha quietly. "It's your wedding night. You don't have to share it with us."

"I want to," Neha said with a smile. "You're all family. And this feels right."

They moved to the master bedroom, which had been decorated with flowers and candles, creating a romantic atmosphere. Rohan and Neha stood in the centre of the room, looking at each other with love and desire.

"Come here," Rohan said softly, pulling Neha close.

He kissed her gently at first, then with more passion, his hands moving to her waist. Neha responded eagerly, her arms around his neck, her body pressing against his.

I'm married, Neha thought as they kissed. to Rohan. And we're about to consummate our marriage with our family watching. This is perfect.

Rohan began removing her lehenga, carefully unwrapping the layers of fabric. Neha helped him, and soon she was standing in just her blouse and petticoat, her slender body beautiful in the candlelight.

"You're so beautiful," Rohan said, his hands moving over her body.

"So are you," Neha replied, beginning to undress him.

She removed his kurta, revealing his toned chest and flat stomach. Then she unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free—about seven and a half inches, thick, cut, already hard and leaking precum.

My husband's cock, Neha thought, wrapping her hand around it. I'm going to feel this inside me for the rest of my life.

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking gently. Rohan groaned, his hands moving to her hair.

"Fuck, Neha," he breathed. "Your mouth feels so good."

Meanwhile, the others had begun undressing as well. Arjun and Priya were kissing on the bed, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Asha and Ajay were doing the same on the couch.

After a few minutes, Rohan pulled Neha up. "I need to be inside you," he said urgently.

Neha removed her remaining clothes and lay back on the bed. Her pussy was already wet, her lips swollen with arousal.

Rohan positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed inside. Neha gasped at the sensation—he filled her completely, stretching her, his cock driving deep.

"Oh god," she moaned. "You feel so good, Rohan."

"You're so tight," Rohan groaned, starting to move. "So perfect."

He fucked her slowly at first, savouring the sensation, his hands on her small breasts, squeezing gently. Neha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

I'm making love to my husband, Neha thought as pleasure built inside her. On our wedding night. With our family here. This is beautiful.

Beside them, Arjun had positioned Priya on her hands and knees and was fucking her from behind. His cock drove into her pussy with steady strokes, his hands gripping her hips.

"Fuck me harder," Priya moaned. "I want to feel you deep."

Arjun complied, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Milk leaked from Priya's breasts, dripping onto the bed below.

On the couch, Asha was riding Ajay's cock, her enormous breasts bouncing with each movement. Ajay's hands were on her ass, guiding her movements, watching his cock disappear into her pussy.

I'm fucking my wife while watching my sister fuck her husband, Ajay thought, his arousal intense. And my brother-in-law fuck his new wife. This is incredible.

After several minutes, they began switching partners. Rohan moved to Priya, Arjun moved to Asha, and Ajay moved to Neha.

"Is this okay?" Ajay asked Neha, his cock hard and ready.

"Yes," Neha said, spreading her legs. "I want you."

Ajay thrust inside her, groaning at how tight she was. Neha moaned loudly, her body still sensitive from Rohan's fucking.

I'm being fucked by my cousin Ajay, Neha thought, her pleasure building. On my wedding night. While my husband fucks my cousin Priya. This is so dirty, so perfect.

Meanwhile, Rohan was fucking Priya with deep, powerful strokes. Her pussy was incredibly wet, gripping his cock tightly.

"You feel amazing," Rohan groaned. "So wet, so tight."

"Fuck me harder," Priya begged. "Make me cum."

Rohan increased his pace, pounding into her, his hands on her breasts, squeezing, milk spraying with each squeeze.

Arjun was fucking Asha from behind, his cock driving into her pussy, his hands gripping her wide hips. Asha was moaning loudly, pushing back against him, taking him as deep as possible.

I'm fucking my sister, Arjun thought, his pleasure intense. While my wife gets fucked by my cousin. And my brother-in-law fucks my cousin's new wife. This is insane.

They continued like this for over an hour, switching partners multiple times, exploring different positions, everyone fucking everyone else.

Finally, the men were all close to cumming.

"Where do you want it?" Rohan asked Neha, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Inside me," Neha gasped. "Cum inside your wife."

Rohan thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his seed. Neha screamed, her own orgasm hitting, her pussy clenching around his cock.

My husband is cumming inside me, Neha thought as pleasure crashed through her. Filling me with his seed. This is perfect.

When Arjun was fucking Asha and Ajay was inside Priya, they were about to cum. They asked where to cum. Neha said "Inside me, today is my Wedding night. I need all the cum inside me". Rohan said, "Yes fill my wife's womb with your cum. Let all our cum mix and breed my wife".

Arjun and Ajay flooding Neha's pussy with their cum. They were thinking Wow we are filling the bride's womb with our potent seeds, how exciting if we knock her tonight.

Neha's pussy was overflowing with cum. Priya and Asha went down on her to lick all the excess cum, then Priya swallowed the cum and covered Neha's pussy with her hand and pushed Neha's bum up. Priya said, "Let this potent mixture breed you my dear Neha". Asha was kissing Neha in a deep French kiss, swapping the cum in her mouth to Neha's mouth.

When they finally finished, all six of them collapsed on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

"Best wedding night ever," Neha said with a tired smile.

"Agreed," Rohan replied, kissing her forehead.

They had consummated their marriage in the most unconventional way possible. And it had been perfect.

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Neha and Rohan getting married

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Arjun and Ajay fucking Ajay's cousin Neha on her Wedding night

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Priya and Asha having a threesome with Asha's cousin Rohan on his Wedding night

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wow whata fucking hot adventure.. pruya arjun and everyone
its a a sure hor erotica
every episode thou had sex, substace on story was maintained.. loved reading this

keep it hot bro...
waiting for more adventures for arjun and priya with the world tour

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Part Fifteen: Asha and Neha's Pregnancies

Six weeks after the wedding, Asha woke up feeling nauseous. She rushed to the bathroom and vomited, her stomach churning.

Oh no, she thought, sitting on the bathroom floor. Could I be...?

She bought a pregnancy test that afternoon and took it in the office bathroom. Two minutes later, she stared at the result: positive.

I'm pregnant, she thought, her heart racing. But whose baby is it?

She'd been intimate with Ajay, Arjun, and Rohan regularly over the past two months. Any of them could be the father.

That evening, she told Ajay first. They were alone in their apartment, and she showed him the test.

"I'm pregnant," she said simply.

Ajay stared at the test, then at her, his expression a mixture of surprise and excitement. "That's... that's amazing. Are you happy?"

"I think so," Asha said. "But Ajay, I don't know whose it is. It could be yours, or Arjun's, or Rohan's."

"Does it matter?" Ajay asked, pulling her close. "We'll raise the baby together, no matter who the biological father is."

"You're okay with that?" Asha asked, tears in her eyes.

"More than okay,. Priya child might be mine for all we know. Aren't we all OK with that?" Ajay said, kissing her. "I love you. And we'll all love this baby."

Over the next week, Asha told Arjun and Rohan as well. Both had similar reactions—surprise, excitement, and a willingness to support her regardless of paternity.

"We'll all contribute," Arjun said. "Financially, emotionally, whatever you need."

"And we'll keep this between us. This child will belong to all of us, just like Priya and Arjun's baby." Rohan added. "No paternity test. Let the ambiguity remain."

Few weeks later, Neha discovered she was also pregnant. She told Rohan first, and his reaction was immediate joy.

"That's wonderful," he said, hugging her tightly. "We're going to be parents."

"But Rohan," Neha said hesitantly, "I don't know if it's yours. It could be Ajay's, or Arjun's."

"I don't care," Rohan said firmly. "This baby is ours. That's all that matters. And Asha might be carrying my baby. So all good."

Now two women in the family were pregnant, both with ambiguous paternity. And as their bodies began to change, something unexpected happened—their sexual desire increased dramatically.

By the third month, both Asha and Neha were noticeably pregnant. Their bellies had begun to swell, their breasts had grown larger and more sensitive, and their skin had taken on a healthy glow.

And they were constantly aroused.

"I don't understand it," Asha said one evening as she and Neha sat together in the office lounge. "I want sex all the time. More than before I was pregnant."

"Me too," Neha admitted. "It's like my body is on fire. I can't get enough. I need a cock in my pussy all the time."

Their lovers found their pregnant bodies incredibly attractive. There was something primal, something deeply arousing about seeing a woman carrying a child, her body changing to nurture new life.

One evening, Ajay came home to find Asha lying on the bed, completely naked, her hand between her legs.

"I need you," she said without preamble. "Now."

Ajay undressed quickly and moved to the bed. Asha's body was stunning—her breasts had grown to probably F-cups, heavy and full, her nipples dark and prominent. Her belly was round and firm, about four months along now. Her hips were even wider, her thighs thicker.

"You're so beautiful," Ajay said, his cock already hard.

"Fuck me," Asha begged. "I need your cock inside me."

Ajay positioned himself between her thighs and thrust inside. Asha moaned loudly, her pussy incredibly wet and sensitive.

I'm fucking my pregnant wife, Ajay thought as he moved inside her. And she's never been more beautiful.

He fucked her carefully at first, worried about hurting the baby, but Asha urged him on.

"Harder," she gasped. "The baby's fine. I need you to fuck me hard."

Ajay increased his pace, his cock driving deep, his hands on her enormous breasts, squeezing gently. Asha's moans grew louder, her body responding intensely.

"I'm going to cum," Ajay warned after several minutes.

"Cum inside me," Asha gasped. "Fill my pregnant pussy."

Ajay thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Asha screamed, her own orgasm hitting, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He's cumming inside me while I'm pregnant, Asha thought as pleasure crashed through her. Filling me with his seed even though I'm already carrying a baby. This is so hot.

Similar scenes played out with Arjun and Rohan. Both men found Asha's pregnant body irresistible, and they fucked her regularly, always cumming inside her, always marvelling at how beautiful she looked.

Neha experienced the same thing. Rohan, Ajay, and Arjun all found her pregnant body incredibly arousing, and they took turns fucking her, filling her pussy with their cum.

By the sixth month, both women were heavily pregnant. Their bellies were large and round, their breasts enormous and leaking milk, their bodies soft and full.

And they were more sexual than ever.

One evening, all six of them gathered at the penthouse for what had become a regular occurrence—a family orgy.

Asha and Neha lay side by side on the bed, both naked, their pregnant bellies prominent, their breasts leaking milk.

"You're both so beautiful. I know you must be horny all the time, like I was when I was pregnant." Priya said, moving between them and kissing first Asha, then Neha.

The three men stood nearby, their cocks hard, watching the women together.

Priya moved to Asha's breasts and began sucking her nipples, drinking the sweet milk that flowed freely. Asha moaned, her hands moving to Priya's hair.

Priya's drinking my milk, Asha thought, her arousal spiking. While I'm six months pregnant. This is incredible.

Neha watched, her own arousal building, and then Ajay moved to her, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Yes," Neha gasped. "Please."

Ajay thrust inside his pregnant cousin's pussy, groaning at how tight and wet she was. Neha moaned loudly, her pregnant body incredibly sensitive.

I'm being fucked while heavily pregnant by my cousin, Neha thought as pleasure built inside her. And he might be the one who got me pregnant, it feels amazing.

Rohan moved to Asha, and Arjun moved to Priya. Soon all six of them were engaged in passionate sex—the men fucking the women, the women kissing each other, everyone lost in pleasure.

They fucked for hours, switching partners, exploring different positions, always careful with the pregnant women but still intense and passionate.

Finally, the men were all close to cumming.

"Cum on our bellies," Asha said breathlessly. "Both of us. Cover our pregnant bellies with your cum. It's one of your sperms that got us pregnant."

The three men positioned themselves over Asha and Neha, stroking their cocks rapidly. One by one, they came, their cum shooting onto the women's swollen bellies, coating their skin.

They're cumming on our pregnant bellies, they are the ones who bred us, Asha thought, watching the cum splatter across her skin. Marking us. This is so dirty, so perfect.

When they finished, both women's bellies were covered in cum, glistening in the candlelight.

Priya moved between them and began licking the cum off their bellies, her tongue working slowly, sensually. Asha and Neha moaned, watching her clean them.

My cousin Priya is licking cum off my pregnant belly and her husband might be the one who got me pregnant, Neha thought, her arousal still high. This is the most erotic thing ever.

They continued like this for several more weeks, their sexual encounters becoming more frequent and more intense as the pregnancies progressed.

The ambiguity of paternity only added to the eroticism. Every time one of the men came inside Asha or Neha, there was a thrill in knowing that the baby might be his—or might not be.

And everyone involved loved it.

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A pregnant Neha and pregnant Asha being loved by Priya. Their husbands openly cream pied them for months, so the paternity is ambiguous.


A pregnant Neha and pregnant Asha being kissed by Priya. Their husbands openly cream pied them for months, so the paternity is ambiguous.

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A pregnant Asha is being fucked by her cousin Rohan and her brother Arjun. The babies paternity being ambiguous, one of them might be the father of the child. They both fill her cunt many times. 


A pregnant Neha in a threesome sex with her cousin Ajay and his brother-in-law Arjun. The babies paternity being ambiguous, one of them might be the father of the child. They both fill her cunt many times.

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Part Sixteen: Parents Discover the Lifestyle

It was a Saturday afternoon, three weeks after the last family orgy. Priya's mother, Meera Kapoor, had been trying to call her daughter all morning without success.

That's strange, Meera thought, sitting in her home in Pune. Priya always answers. Maybe I should just go to Mumbai and check on her.

She made the decision impulsively, booking a train ticket for that afternoon. By evening, she was in Mumbai, taking a taxi to Priya's penthouse in South Mumbai.

She had a spare key that Priya had given her years ago for emergencies. She let herself in quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone if they were resting.

The penthouse was quiet, but she could hear sounds coming from the master bedroom—moans, gasps, the unmistakable sounds of sex.

Is Priya with Arjun? Meera thought, moving quietly down the hallway. I should leave. But...

Curiosity got the better of her. She moved to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and peered inside.

What she saw made her freeze in shock.

Priya was on the bed, completely naked, on her hands and knees. Behind her, fucking her from behind, was Ajay—Priya's own brother.

Beside them, Asha was riding Arjun's cock, her enormous pregnant belly prominent, her breasts bouncing.

And on the couch, Neha was sucking Rohan's cock while he fingered her pussy.

Oh my god, Meera thought, her hand flying to her mouth. They're... they're all... together. Priya and Ajay are... and Arjun with his sister...

She should have left. Should have turned around and walked out. But she couldn't move. She stood there, transfixed, watching her daughter get fucked by her son.

"Fuck me harder," Priya moaned. "I want to feel you deep, Ajay."

"You feel so good, didi," Ajay groaned, his cock driving into her pussy. "So tight, so wet."

He called her didi, Meera thought, her mind reeling. They both are getting excited by incest. And looks like others as well.

She watched as Ajay thrust harder, his hands gripping Priya's hips, his cock glistening with her juices. Priya's moans grew louder, her body responding intensely.

And despite her shock, despite her horror, Meera felt something unexpected—arousal.

No, she thought, her hand moving unconsciously to her breast. This is wrong. I shouldn't be turned on by this.

But she was. Watching her children engage in incestuous sex, watching the others fuck with such abandon, was making her pussy wet.

She continued watching for several more minutes, her arousal building, until finally Ajay came inside Priya, his cum filling her pussy.

Meera gasped audibly *How could Ajay cum inside his sister's pussy?* and everyone in the room froze.

Priya turned her head and saw her mother standing in the doorway, her face a mixture of shock and something else—something that looked like arousal.

"Maa," Priya said, her voice shaking. "I... I can explain."

Meera didn't respond. She turned and walked quickly to the living room, her mind spinning.

Priya quickly wrapped herself in a robe and followed, her heart pounding. The others stayed in the bedroom, giving them privacy.

"Maa," Priya said again, sitting beside her mother on the couch. "Please, let me explain."

"Explain?" Meera said, her voice trembling. "Explain how you were... how Ajay was... how could you?"

"It's not what you think," Priya said, though she knew that wasn't true. "Or maybe it is. But it's consensual, Maa. All of us. We all want this."

"You're having sex with your brother," Meera said, her voice rising. "And Arjun with his sister. And... and everyone with everyone. How is that okay?"

"Because we're all adults," Priya said calmly. "Because we all choose this. Because it makes us happy."

Meera stared at her daughter, trying to process what she was hearing. "But it's... it's incest. It's wrong."

"Is it?" Priya asked. "Why? Because society says so? Because tradition says so? Maa, we're not hurting anyone. We're all consenting adults who enjoy each other. What's wrong with that?"

Meera didn't have an answer. She sat there, her mind spinning, trying to reconcile what she'd seen with her beliefs, her values.

"And it's not just about sex," Priya continued. "We've built a business together. A successful business. We use our... our openness, our sexuality, to build relationships, to close deals. And it works."

"You're prostituting yourselves," Meera said, though her voice lacked conviction.

"No," Priya said firmly. "We're using every advantage we have. Our intelligence, our skills, and yes, our sexuality. And we're making crores doing it."

Meera was quiet for a long moment. Then she asked, "Are you happy?"

"Yes," Priya said without hesitation. "Happier than I've ever been."

"And Arjun? He's okay with... with all of this?"

"He encourages it," Priya said. "He loves me, Maa. And he loves that I'm free to explore, to enjoy myself. And I love that he does the same."

Meera sat back, her mind still reeling. But beneath the shock, beneath the horror, that arousal was still there, growing stronger.

Why am I turned on by this? she thought. What's wrong with me?

"Maa," Priya said softly, "I saw your face when you were watching. You weren't just shocked. You were... aroused."

Meera's face flushed. "No, I... I wasn't..."

"It's okay," Priya said, taking her mother's hand. "There's nothing wrong with being aroused. With being curious."

"I should go," Meera said, standing abruptly. "I need to... I need to think."

"Stay," Priya said. "Please. Let's talk more. Let me help you understand."

Meera hesitated, then sat back down. They talked for over an hour—about the lifestyle, about the business, about the relationships, about everything.

By the end, Meera was still shocked, still struggling to accept it. But she was also intrigued. And aroused.

"I need to tell your father," Meera said finally.

"I know," Priya replied. "And he'll probably react the same way you did. But Maa, maybe... maybe you both could be part of this. If you wanted."

Meera stared at her daughter. "You're suggesting..."

"I'm suggesting that you're both still young, still attractive, still sexual," Priya said. "And maybe you'd enjoy exploring this lifestyle too."

Meera didn't respond. She left shortly after, her mind spinning with possibilities.

Two days later, she told her husband, Rajesh Kapoor, everything. His reaction was similar—shock, horror, and then, gradually, curiosity and arousal.

"They're making crores?" he asked, his business mind immediately engaged.

"Yes," Meera confirmed. "Using their sexuality strategically. And it's working."

Rajesh was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I want to see for myself."

The next weekend, both of Priya's parents visited the penthouse. This time, they were invited, expected.

Priya explained everything again, more thoroughly this time. She showed them the business financials, the client list, the deals they'd closed.

"This is... impressive," Rajesh admitted. "Unconventional, but impressive."

"And you're both... happy?" Meera asked.

"Very," Priya confirmed.

There was a long silence. Then Rajesh asked, "Could we... could we watch? Just to understand better?"

Priya smiled. "Of course."

That evening, Meera and Rajesh sat in the living room while Priya, Arjun, Asha, Ajay, Rohan, and Neha engaged in sexual activities in the bedroom—with the door open so the parents could see.

Meera watched, her arousal building, as her daughter got fucked by multiple men. As her son fucked his sister. As everyone enjoyed each other without shame or guilt.

Beside her, Rajesh was equally aroused, his cock hard in his trousers.

"This is..." Meera began, unable to finish.

"Arousing," Rajesh completed. "It's incredibly arousing."

They watched for over an hour, both of them getting more and more turned on. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Rajesh turned to his wife.

"Meera," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want you."

They made love right there in the living room, while their children and their partners fucked in the bedroom. It was the most intense sex they'd had in years.

Afterward, as they lay together, Meera said, "I think... I think I want to be part of this."

"Me too," Rajesh agreed.

And just like that, Priya's parents had discovered the lifestyle. And they were ready to join.

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Meera shocked and aroused to discover her son Ajay fucking his sister Priya


Sexually around Meera and Rajesh watching their son Ajay fucking his sister Priya

[Eros1949]

Incredible story

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Part Sixteen: Parents Discover the Lifestyle

Loved it - full family fun ahead.

[heygiwriter]

Dear Rajkumar please help me by providing links to create AI images like you post please. 

I want too images to my stories.

Request from an author :)

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Part Seventeen: Arjun's Parents Discover and Parents Join the Circle

One week after Meera and Rajesh had discovered their daughter's lifestyle, Arjun received an unexpected phone call from his mother.

"Beta, your father and I are coming to Mumbai tomorrow," Parvati Sharma said, her voice carrying an unusual tension. "We need to talk to you about something important."

Arjun's stomach tightened. Do they know? he thought. Has someone told them?

"Of course, Maa," he said calmly. "Come for lunch. We'll be here."

The next afternoon, Parvati and Ramesh Sharma arrived at the penthouse. Parvati was a stunning woman in her late forties—tall and elegant, with long dark hair streaked with silver, sharp cheekbones, and a figure that had remained remarkably fit. She wore a silk saree that hugged her curves, showing off her full breasts and narrow waist.

Ramesh was in his early fifties, a successful businessman with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and an athletic build maintained through regular gym sessions. He carried himself with confidence and authority.

They sat in the living room, the atmosphere tense. Priya served tea, her hands slightly trembling.

"So," Ramesh began, his voice measured. "We received an interesting phone call last week. From Rajesh Kapoor."

Arjun and Priya exchanged glances. Priya's father told them, Arjun thought.

"He told us about... about what you're all doing," Parvati continued, her voice shaking slightly. "About the lifestyle. About the... the incest. About everything."

There was a long silence.

"And?" Arjun asked finally.

"And we were shocked," Ramesh said. "Horrified, actually. Our son, engaging in... in group sex. With his sister. With his wife's brother. It's..."

"Wrong?" Priya offered quietly.

"That's what we thought at first," Parvati said. "But Rajesh explained it differently. He said everyone is consenting. That you're all adults. That you've built a successful business around it. That you're all... happy."

"We are," Arjun confirmed. "Very happy."

Ramesh leaned forward. "He also said something else. He said that he and Meera have joined you. That they've participated in... in your activities."

"They have," Priya said. "Last weekend, actually. And they loved it."

Parvati's face flushed. "He described it to us. In detail. What they did. What they saw. And I have to admit..." She trailed off, unable to finish.

"You were aroused," Arjun said gently.

"Yes," Parvati admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I was. We both were."

Ramesh nodded. "We've been married for twenty-eight years. Our sex life has become... routine. Predictable. But hearing about what you're all doing, about the freedom, the pleasure, the lack of shame... it awakened something in us."

"So you want to join?" Priya asked.

"We want to understand," Parvati said. "We want to see for ourselves. And if it feels right... then yes. We want to join."

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That evening, all four parents gathered at the penthouse along with the younger generation. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation and nervousness.

Meera and Parvati sat together on one couch, both dressed in elegant sarees that showed off their mature beauty. Meera was in her mid-fifties, with a voluptuous figure—large breasts, wide hips, thick thighs. Parvati was slightly younger and more slender, but equally stunning.

Rajesh and Ramesh sat on another couch, both men clearly aroused despite their attempts to appear calm.

"So," Arjun said, standing in the centre of the room. "We're all here because you want to understand our lifestyle. The best way to do that is to experience it."

"How do we start?" Ramesh asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"However feels natural," Priya said, moving to stand beside her husband. "There are no rules, no pressure. Just pleasure."

She reached up and began unbuttoning Arjun's shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. Arjun's hands moved to her waist, pulling her close.

The parents watched, transfixed, as Priya removed Arjun's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Then she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt.

She's going to suck his cock, Meera thought, her pussy already getting wet. Right here, in front of everyone.

Priya pulled down Arjun's trousers and boxers, and his cock sprang free—about eight inches, thick, already hard. She wrapped her hand around it and began stroking slowly.

"Watch," Priya said to the parents. "This is how we express our desire without shame."

She leaned forward and took Arjun's cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Arjun groaned, his hands moving to her hair.

Beside them, Asha and Ajay had begun undressing each other. Asha's enormous breasts spilled free as Ajay removed her blouse, and he immediately leaned down to suck her nipples.

My daughter is sucking her husband's cock, Rajesh thought, his own cock hardening in his trousers. And my son is sucking his wife's tits. And I'm watching. And I'm so fucking turned on.

Rohan and Neha joined in, kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Within minutes, all six of the younger generation were naked, their bodies intertwined.

"Come join us," Priya said, pulling back from Arjun's cock. "Don't just watch. Participate."

Meera stood first, her hands trembling as she began removing her saree. Rajesh moved to help her, his hands shaking with anticipation.

I'm about to have sex in front of my children, Meera thought as her saree fell away. And I want it. I want it so badly.

She stood in just her blouse and petticoat, her voluptuous body on display. Her breasts were enormous—probably DD cups—straining against the fabric of her blouse.

Parvati stood next, and Ramesh helped her undress. Her body was more slender than Meera's but equally beautiful—firm breasts, a flat stomach, toned legs.

I'm about to have sex with my son watching, Parvati thought, her arousal building. And maybe... maybe with my son. The thought should horrify me. But it doesn't.

Soon all four parents were naked, standing nervously in the centre of the room.

"You're both beautiful," Priya said to the mothers. "Don't be shy. Embrace your bodies, your desires."

She moved to Meera and kissed her gently on the lips. Meera gasped, surprised, but then responded, her tongue tentatively meeting Priya's.

I'm kissing my daughter, Meera thought as arousal flooded through her. And it feels so good.

Priya's hands moved to Meera's enormous breasts, squeezing gently. Meera moaned into her mouth, her body responding intensely.

Meanwhile, Asha had moved to Parvati, kissing her with more aggression. Parvati responded eagerly, her hands moving to Asha's breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

I'm kissing my daughter, Parvati thought, her pussy getting wet. Touching her breasts. And I love it.

The men watched, their cocks all hard now. Arjun moved to his mother, his eyes traveling over her naked body.

"Maa," he said softly. "You're beautiful."

"Beta," Parvati breathed, her eyes on his hard cock. "This is so wrong."

"Does it feel wrong?" Arjun asked, moving closer.

"No," Parvati admitted. "It feels... exciting."

Arjun reached out and cupped her breast, squeezing gently. Parvati gasped, her nipple hardening under his touch.

My son is touching my breast, she thought, her arousal spiking. And I want more.

Across the room, Ajay had moved to Meera. "Mom," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," Meera breathed, spreading her legs slightly.

Ajay's hand moved between her thighs, his fingers finding her pussy already wet. He began circling her clit, and Meera moaned loudly.

Ajay is fingering me, Meera thought, her hips moving against his hand. My son. And it feels incredible.

Rajesh watched his wife being pleasured by his son, and he felt intense arousal. His cock was rock hard, leaking precum.

My wife is being fingered by our son, he thought, stroking himself. And I love watching it.

Ramesh was equally aroused, watching his wife with their son. "Parvati," he said, his voice strained. "Are you okay with this?"

"Yes," Parvati moaned as Arjun's fingers joined his hand on her breast, both now kneading her flesh. "I want this. I want all of this."

Priya moved to the centre of the room. "Let's move to the bedroom," she suggested. "More space, more comfort."

They all moved to the master bedroom, which had been prepared with fresh sheets and soft lighting. The enormous bed could easily accommodate all ten of them.

Meera lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, her pussy glistening with arousal. Ajay positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed his cock inside her.

I'm fucking our mother, Ajay thought as he entered her. She's so tight, so wet. This is incredible.

"Oh fuck," Meera moaned as his thick cock filled her. "You're so big. So deep."

Ajay began moving, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands on her enormous breasts, squeezing and kneading.

I'm being fucked by my son, Meera thought as pleasure built inside her. And my husband is watching. And I love it.

Beside them, Parvati had dropped to her knees in front of Arjun. She wrapped her hand around his cock, marvelling at its size and hardness.

I'm about to suck my son's cock, she thought, her heart racing. This is the ultimate taboo. And I want it so badly.

She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Arjun groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.

"Fuck, Maa," he breathed. "Your mouth feels so good."

My mother is sucking my cock, Arjun thought, watching her head bob up and down. And it's the hottest thing ever.

Parvati sucked him eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the base. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat, until his cock was buried in her mouth.

Ramesh watched his wife suck their son's cock, and his own arousal reached new heights. Priya noticed and moved to him, her hand wrapping around his hard cock.

"Let me take care of you," she said with a seductive smile.

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking with expert skill. Ramesh groaned, his hands moving to her hair.

My daughter-in-law is sucking my cock, he thought, pleasure flooding through him. While my wife sucks our son's cock. This is insane.

Meanwhile, Rajesh had moved to Asha, who was on her hands and knees on the bed. He positioned himself behind her and thrust inside her pussy in one smooth motion.

"Oh fuck yes," Asha moaned as his cock filled her. "Fuck me hard, Sasurji."

I'm fucking my daughter-in-law, Rajesh thought as he pounded into her. And she's calling me Sasurji while I do it. This is so dirty.

Rohan was fucking Neha beside them, his cock driving deep into her pussy. Neha's moans mixed with Asha's, creating a symphony of pleasure.

After several minutes, they began switching partners. Arjun moved to Meera, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his cock at her entrance.

"Yes," Meera gasped. "I want you inside me."

Arjun thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside his mother-in-law's pussy. Meera screamed with pleasure, her body responding intensely.

I'm fucking my mother-in-law, Arjun thought as he moved inside her. And she feels incredible.

Parvati had moved to Ajay, who was lying on his back. She straddled him, positioning his cock at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself onto it.

"Oh god," she moaned as his thick cock filled her. "You're so big."

I'm fucking my mother-in-law, Ajay thought, watching her ride him. And she's so beautiful, so sexy.

Parvati began moving, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Ajay's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading.

Ramesh had moved to fuck his daughter Asha, and Rajesh to Neha. The room was filled with moans, gasps, the wet sounds of sex, the slapping of flesh against flesh.

They continued like this for over an hour, switching partners multiple times, everyone fucking everyone else. The parents were completely immersed in the pleasure, all inhibitions gone.

Finally, the men were all close to cumming.

"Where do you want it?" Arjun asked Meera, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Inside me," Meera gasped. "Fill my pussy with your cum."

Arjun thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside his mother-in-law. Meera screamed, her own orgasm hitting, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He's cumming inside me, Meera thought as pleasure crashed through her. My son-in-law is filling my pussy with his seed. And it feels perfect.

Ajay came inside Parvati, his cum flooding her pussy. Parvati moaned loudly, her body shaking with her orgasm.

I'm being filled with cum, Parvati thought, her pleasure intense. By my son-in-law. And I love it.

Ramesh came inside his daughter Asha, and Rajesh inside Neha. Rohan came inside Priya.

When they finally finished, all ten of them collapsed on the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

"That was..." Parvati began, unable to find words.

"Incredible," Meera completed. "Absolutely incredible."

"So you're joining us?" Priya asked with a smile.

"Yes," both mothers said in unison.

The family had expanded. And the possibilities were endless.

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Parvati and Ramesh getting aroused watching their son Arjun and daughter Asha having sex


Arjun fucking his mother Parvati and Asha being fucked by her father Ramesh



Parvati being fucked by her son-in-law Ajay while next to them Ramesh is getting ready to fuck his daughter-in-law Priya



Ramesh and his daughter-in-law Priya having sex



Parvati having a threesome with her son Arjun and son-in-law Ajay



Ramesh about to have a threesome with his daughter Asha and daughter-in-law Priya

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Hope you are all liking the story and the direction it is leading to. Let me know if the photos are enhancing the experience of reading the story. Let me know what else would improve the experience.