Incest Chat leads to Sins by Vinman

[manigopal]

 
Puja loved my style of chat, hadn’t shown her pics of my cock or asked for her curves in pics but we were getting addicted to each other.
 
M – jaan, ek baat poochun
 
P – pooch
 
M – about ur mom
 
P – bolo
 
M – she likes to show her curves?
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – with fancy blouses, deep cuts, sexy churidaars
 
P – hmmm
 
M – kabhi kisi ke saath dekha or seen her enjoying male attention in bus metro
 
P – bus mein metro mein kabhi kabhi
 
M – You feel jealous
 
P – hmmmmm
 
M – Uske fancy blouses mein kitni cleavage dikhaati hai meri saas
 
P – saas? 2-2.5 inch
 
M – gori gori cleavage, yummy
 
P – oye
 
M – sach bol yaar 2.5 inch ki gori gori cleavage sexy lagegi na
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – now think of me as 5.9 tall boy, well built overall and even better built in critical area standing behind ur mom in a bus. Tu aagey se dekh rahi hai. Ur mom is wearing a sexy churidar
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – I rub my “even better built critical area” once on her ass to test her
 
P – She doesn’t reacts (she says now enjoying the game)
 
M – I rub it even more
 
P – Maa ki aankhen band ho gayi
 
P – zor se saans le rahi hai. Boobs upar neeche ho rahe hain
 
M – (real mein tere bhi ho rahe hai)
 
P – haan kameene
 
M – (in real lick ur finger and rub on ur nipples – feel me licking them)
 
P – hhhmmmmm
 
M – u then see me moving a bit more ahead and placing my hand on her hips
 
M - bus is full and no light, dark
 
M – sorry mam thoda balance bigad gaya tha
 
P – koi baat nahin beta
 
M – thank you
 
M – I grind it even more and press her ass with my hand. We are standing right at the end of the bus, mere aagey teri mom and mom ke saath tu. Mere side mein 3-4 ladkiyan and a few people with back towards us
 
P – yes
 
M – my other hand now frees and moves in front, your mom lifts her kurta as an indication for me to hide my hand in. I do it and start rubbing her pussy over her salwar
 
P – yesss, I see it
 
M – teri maa ki choot geeli ho gayi
 
P – yess
 
M – teri bhi ho gayi real mein
 
P – haan saale
 
M – I rub her choot harder
 
P – she rubs her ass on urs harder
 
M – I take my hand inside her salwar and rub her thighs
 
P – how is her skin
 
M – makkhan, teri bhi hogi
 
P – hai
 
M – sslllllrpppp, feel me licking ur inner thighs
 
P – aaahhh
 
M – bata teri maa kya kar rahi hai bus mein
 
P – usne apni panty neeche kar li hai tere liye, tu ungli kar uski choot mein
 
M _ (rubbing and fingering ur choot in real)
 
P – yes yes
 
M – I take ur mom’s hand on my cock and make her hold it
 
P – woh daba deti hai
 
M – Itne mein tere baap ka phone aata hai aur teri maa jhatke se seedhi ho jaati hai aur ek stop baad utar jaate ho. Main bhi utar jata hoon aur peeche peeche aata hoon
 
P – mom mudti hain
 
M – Thanks mam for fun, we can have more. I take phone from her and dial my nmbr and leave in a flash
 
M – Next morning I call her
 
P – Hello kaun ho tum
 
M – Mam kal ke liye thanks, I enjoyed aapko bhi mazaa aaya hoga
 
P – tumne call kyon kiya
 
M – Kal ke liye thanks karna tha
 
P – kis baat ka
 
M – bus mein jo mast time nikla (maza aa raha hai apni mom ko aise sochkar)
 
P – (YESSSS)
 
P – Shut up.
 
M – kal toh khoob maze le rahi theen aap
 
P – raat khatm baat khatm
 
M – toh phir raat ko aaun kya
 
P – ha ha ha….. chup
 
M - aapki gori chitti makkhan skin, kasa hua churidaar suit, 2 inch ki sexy cleavage, uthey hue ubhaaar – kaise bhool jaaun mam
 
P – hmmmmm
 
M – uthhi hui gol gol ass
 
M – Badey Badey raseele aam jaise aapke boobs
 
P – chup
 
M – kaise chup ho jaaun, sach hee toh bayaan kar raha hoon. Abhi bhi hairless raheti ho neeche. (real mein Puja jaan kaisa lag raha hai)
 
P – (mast mast mast)
 
P – hmmmmm
 
P – kya yaad rakkhoge, ek baar aayungi balcony mein, 30 second ke liye, dhoondh nahin paaye toh phir bhool jaao.
 
M – ok mam but ek shart hai, kaan se phone laga ke rakhna
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – Jaise hee teri mom balcony mein aati hai, 10 seconds mein main dekh leta hoon.
 
M – Thanks mam. Aap housewife ho
 
P – hmmmm. Ab khush
 
M – bahut.
 
P – haan hoon
 
M – bachche hubby office school?
 
P – hmmmmm
 
M – hmmmmmm. I cut the call and move towards your house and call ur mom again
 
P – kya hai
 
M – darwaza khol do main aa raha hoon
 
P – main nahin kholungi
 
M – soch lo nahin toh log dekh lenge
 
P _ main nahin kholungi
 
M – aaj abhi darwaza khol do, baaki main dekh loonga
 
P – hat badmash (mom giggles)
 
M – The moment I reach your house, notice that the door is left open, I just walk in
 
P – aa gaye ab jaao
 
M – I close the door behind me. Jaane ke liye nahin aaya hoon and come towards ur mom. (all this while we are still on phone)
 
M – I keep phone aside and let her drop her phone
 
P – Ouch – aaram se
 
Puja is on fire, she had chatted with so many earlier but this was sheer magic. She was naked and had cummed a few times fingering while going ahead with the game. As they were about to proceed further, she was called by her mom for something and she had to leave.
 
After some time, late night he got a message.
 
P – Soye hue ho
 
M – nahin, tera intezaar tha
 
P – kyon ji
 
M – waise hee meri jaan
 
M – Teri ma ko kal chodunga. Aaj tere liye gift hai
 
P – kya hai
 
M – ek photo hai,jo teri maa ne pakda tha
 
P – whaat
 
I had sent her a pic of my thick and strong boner. It was decent in length but was pretty thick, much more than regular.
 
P – main baat nahin karungi
 
She closed the chat
 
I was cursing myself for being so impetuous but then deep down had some belief that it is all drama. She perhaps wanted to see cock but at time of her choice.
 
Next morning, I got a message, you are very bad
 
I responded “I know but cock is very good”
 
Got a few emoticons of anger frustration in response
 
I love you muuuahhh, was my answer. And chat started.
 
Over next few chats I had roleplays with her wherein had fucked her mom in various roles, like a mother in law, teacher, neighbourhood aunty… you name it we did it.
 
M – Puja darling, guess time has come that we should exchange numbers and meet.
 
P – hmmmm no hmmmm may be
 
M – chal let us first move to phone numbers.
 
She sent me a number and I started calling her. I had a dual sim phone and had a number installed only primarily for yahoo chat GFs and none in family or friends new about the second number. It was a prepaid one, so no bills.
 
Over a week or so, we spoke like love birds. I was camouflaging my voice and guess she was hers as I would find out much later. We would talk and talk and talk and talk. Talk spicy, sexy, naughty, dirty….
 
One fine day – as we were talking
 
M – Jaan want to meet you
 
P – ktini baar manaa karun
 
M – but manaa kyon
 
P – bus waise hee
 
M – you afraid of me meeting you, having sex and making a video
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – chal ek kaam karte hain, full public area mein milte hain. Wahan koi dar nahin. We will meet for next 5-6 times in public area only. Uske baad agar tujhe theek lage then we will proceed
 
P – hmmmm
 
M – Chal ek kaam karte hain, Vaishali metro station milte hain
 
P – Itni door
 
M – hmmmm mere ghar ke bhi paas nahin hai. But safe hai since less likely to meet someone known.
 
She understood my logic, mine was simpler, had recently played with another one so knew how much the nearby construction area helps.
 
P – how will we recognize each other
 
M – Phone hai na yaar. I will wear jeans and black T shirt and u will wear a red one and white tight leggings or pant. No panty
 
P – kya
 
M – phat gayi
 
P – nahin
 
M – then
 
P – done
 
So the date was decided and we both reached the metro station at the fixed time. I reached a bit earlier and took a vantage position.