Incest Salma Baaji

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Ammijaan, when she found me sitting in the drawing room, picked up a broom and started cleaning the floor. She was wearing her usual thin maxi, which was by now her favorite dress while I was at home. As normal 2 buttons on her breasts were open and as she was sitting on floor, and I was on sofa, so most of her cleavage was clearly visible to me.

I was enjoying my morning show of Ammijaan's luscious body and my dick was getting hard. I was pretending to watch TV but my eyes were glued to Ammijaan and I was ogling her.

After some time, Ammijaan went to other room to clean it.

At about 10.00AM, Ammijaan's mobile rang, Ammijaan picked it up and from the talk I got that it was Salma baaji on the other side.

Just as I remembered Salma Baaji, the whole story of my fucking of my elder sister Salma flashed in my mind. I recalled that sucking and licking in 69 position and also daily 3 times fucking of my elder sister. It again hardened my cock.

Ammijaan was standing nearby. Though I could not hear the sound from the other side, but she seemed to be very happy and gleaming with happiness. I could not understand the reason of her happiness, but certainly she seemed to be more than happy.

While talking she was time and again looking towards my side as if the talk related to me some way. After talking on the phone for about 10 minutes, she hanged up the phone and after putting it on table, she turned towards me.

She seemed to be so happy and words were not coming out of her mouth. She ran towards me and I stood from my seat to ask her, what the matter was?

She came running to me and hugged me tightly. But, while hugging, she had raised her both arms, and put around my neck, like a garland. It was a hug like two lovers and not like a mother and son.

Normally when mother and son hug, mother wraps her arms around the chest of her son and here Ammijaan had raised her arms and put around my neck while hugging.

Raising her arms in the air had resulted protraction of her big boobs and when she put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, her boobs, which had risen up in air, mashed with my bare chest.

As I was wearing only a thin lungi and my chest was naked, so when Ammijaan hugged me, there was only a thin cloth of her maxi between her own big breasts and my chest. Her big and erect boobs were glued to my chest and due to the tightness and force of embrace had flattened on my chest.

My dick immediately felt the electricity passing through Ammijaan's boobs to my chest and it became harder and started pulsating.

Ammijaan seemed to be very happy and oblivious to her breasts planted on my bare chest.

Joyfully she exclaimed:

"Ahmed! It is very happy news. I don't know how to express my joy. When you hear, you will also jump with happiness. You know it was your elder sister Salma on phone. She had missed her periods by many days and today they had gone to the doctor and doctor had confirmed after many tests, that your sister Salma is pregnant. Salma was so happy and so am I . I had just talked to Selma's mother in law and she is also very happy that mighty ,.' has finally answered our prayers and Salma is pregnant with my grandchild."

I was naturally very happy and also a strange feeling overpowered me as it was me, who was actually going to be a father. So I was filled with a strange sense of joy and said to my mother:

"Oh Ammijaan! it is not ,.''s mercy, but it is for your mind and guidance and your decision to get Salma fucked by me, who is her own real younger brother, otherwise that poor brother in law, might be trying still now, without any results. I am happy that with your instructions I fucked my elder sister and now she is pregnant. Hence all the credit of saving Salma's future goes to you. I think now she will regain her old position and respect in family and will live happily with her child."

In the heat of happiness, I used the word "fuck" while talking to my mother, but she did not seemed to mind it and kept hugging me as before. As I felt that I used the filthy words, for the first time with my mother, I felt fear of admonishment but she did not seemed angry. It gave me sense of relief. And I hugged my mother with more passion.

Ammijaan was still clinging to my bare chest and she said,"Ahmed! Though it was a very strange and difficult decision for me to take to bring your own elder sister to you for pregnancy and it is a great act of incest. And just think that if anybody comes to know of it, it will have disastrous results for our family. So make a promise that nobody except us will ever come to know it."

I put my hand on her back and moving my hand on her almost bare back from shoulders to her lower back said in an assuring voice:

"Ammijaan! be assured that this secret that I had fucked my own sister and made her pregnant will be safe with me till my grave. Let Salma live happily in her home and give birth to our child. "

I was knowingly speaking fuck word with Ammijaan as it was giving me a kinky pleasure, but she did not seem to mind it.

We kept standing there for some time in the same position. Ammijaan's big boobs were pressed in my chest and as I was naked chest and Ammijaan was wearing only a thin maxi so it was like we both were naked. And I was feeling the effect of her boobs.

Ammijaan must be feeling the same as now her own breath was heavy and she was clinging to my chest with more force. She must be getting horny as her nipples were getting erect. And I could feel the poking nipples in my chest.

My cock was also getting erect and was poking on her pelvic region. She was aware of the touch of my hard cock on the upper side of her cunt. So, she raised herself, on her toes to get the touch of my cock head, on her cunt or clit, rather than on above her cunt area.

As Ammijaan raised herself on her toes, my cockhead directly touched her clit and she gave a little moan of pleasure. She was still putting her arms around my neck and had pasted her boobs on my naked chest.

This position was giving a great pleasure to both of us. Our breaths were getting heavy and we both were getting horny. Though the ice of our mother son relationship had still not been broken but in the pretext of our happiness of getting Salma baaji pregnant, we both were enjoying this dry fuck.

I was giving slight thrusts on her clit and she was keeping her head on my shoulder and moaning slowly in pleasure.

We kept standing like that only for some time. My cock was very hard and I was feeling my approaching orgasm. I thought of getting parted from my mother because otherwise I was sure to wet my lungi and her maxi with my semen.

Ammijaan was also near her climax as her breath was also shallow now and her nipples were erect like bullets and poking in my chest.

With a heavy heart, I spoke:

"Ammijaan! I am very happy that Salma Baaji is pregnant. I think you should call her on the pretext of getting her to the mosque and get some amulets for the coming child and here I will fuck her some more times so that the pregnancy is fixed and there is all chance of her getting a child."

Ammijaan avoided my word "fuck" but lovingly caressed my cheeks and said:

"Ahmed! My loving son! You had already done your duty and now Salma is pregnant and there is no use of her coming to you. As she is already pregnant so we don't have to do anything now. If she comes to you, you may harm her womb and cannot help her. So it is better that she goes to doctor now instead of going to you. "

Then laughing mischievously she added:

"Ahmed! I know that you are also aware that there is no use of Salma coming to you. But I can understand why you are anxious to meet her. But my son, keep your intentions aside and let her give birth to her child. I will look for a beautiful bride for you and then you won't have to think of your sister Salma."

Saying this she poked her finger in my chest smiling playfully and removing her arms from my neck she went to kitchen to make tea.

I was standing there with my big boner and naturally my next destination was to bathroom for a good masturbation session.

Next day in the morning I woke up late as it was a holiday and I was not going to college. I did my morning rituals and then went to kitchen for breakfast. Ammijaan was standing near the sink and washing the dishes.

I greeted her:

"Aslamalekum Ammijaan!" She also replied: "WalekumSlam."

I asked about the breakfast. She told that she had made Alloo Parantha and if I want bread then it is on the shelf. I thought of having bread and honey.

I asked Ammijaan:

"Where is the honey? I want bread honey."

She replied:

"Ahmed! The honey bottle is in the cabinet over my head."

Actually ours was modern type of kitchen and there were closets on the wall to keep the bottles etc. I decided to have honey spread on bread. Ammijaan asked me to take the bottle from the closet over her head.

I went near to her. As Ammijaan was standing right below the closet, I could not easily get the bottle. So I stopped behind her so that she may move aside and I may get the bottle.

Ammijaan was in a playful mood. She kept standing like before and kept washing the utensils. Seeing me waiting she asked me to go ahead and get the bottle. I had no other way but to stand right behind her and try to get the bottle from the closet.

I was standing behind her and there was only a gap of about 2- 3 inches between us. She did not budge and I opened the closet above her. Our bodies were dangerously close to touch each other. I was naturally hesitant and trying to get the bottle.