Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

The quiet, velvet aftermath of their "Full Circle" union was rich with the scent of their mingled sweat and the powerful knowledge of their shared, unburdened sin. Rahul lay above her, his powerful body slack and beautiful in the absolute exhaustion of his second, profound release, which had mingled its fluid deep within her core. She felt his cum deep in her womb. Paromits was feeling like she had committed a sin. Infact 2 sins. One, having sex with her own brother in law. Not once but twice. And second, allowing him to fuck her raw and deposit his man seeds on her pussy. A taboo which the society is yet to accept. In the eyes of society this is a crime and a sin.

Paromita was the first to stir, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the climax that had finally set her free. She shifted, moving her head from his chest, and ran a possessive, intimate hand along the flat, firm length of his stomach, feeling the slight flutter of his muscles beneath her palm.

"Rahul," Paromita murmured, her voice deep and utterly frank, the sound of a woman entirely at ease with her profound guilt. "This intense fuck... it was everything I never knew I was missing. I feel complete, absolute. We are so perfectly made for each other, you and I."

Rahul opened his eyes, which were still dark and dazed from the intensity of their joining. He smiled, a soft, devoted expression. "I feel like heaven, Paromita Boudi. Feeling your body accept me, finally, without reservation... I felt like I was making love to my beloved."

Paromita leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, a tender, unashamed gesture of their new intimacy. "You cummed in my pussy Rahul, and you filled me entirely. I can feel a part of you in my body. But I confess, my body is still singing with an unspent power."

Rahul reached up, cupping the side of her face with a hand that was now entirely confident in its claim over her. "What do you desire now, Boudi? I am already feeling hard again for you."

Paromita chuckled, a low, sensual sound. She wanted to enjoy a different type of sex. She shifted, straddling his hips, reveling in the immediate, fresh tension she felt rising from his "anaconda" beneath her. "I know you are ready to fuck me again. Your magnificent body responds to me with such intoxicating honesty. But this time, I want to take the full measure of that connection. I felt the powerful thrusts of your strength inside me, but now, I want to take control the sensation entirely."

She looked down at him, her eyes blazing with the raw need to assert her physical dominance, not through harsh instruction, but through sheer, womanly control. "I want to ride that dick, Rahul. I want to feel the weight and the rhythm of my own hips dictating the depth of our pleasure. I want to look down and see the uninhibited truth of your adoration in your face as I take you to the brink."

"Then climb on me , Boudi," Rahul whispered, his voice thick with immediate devotion. "Take your throne. I am yours to use."

Paromita lowered her body slowly, deliberately positioning herself over his magnificent erection. She braced her hands on his chest, taking her time, allowing the heat and slickness of her core to mingle with the tip of his length. She wanted this ascent to be an act of lust, controlled entirely by her.

Rahul gasped as the initial pressure began. Paromita focused, guiding him, feeling the stretch and the profound, intoxicating fullness as his entire length sank deep inside her pussy. This was the same pussy in which an hour ago, Rahul had pumped his man seeds into. It was a merging that was slow, smooth, and utterly complete, a pure, uninhibited act of their chosen reality.

"Oh, Boudi," Rahul breathed, his voice catching in his throat, his hands reaching instinctively to grip her hips, anchoring her firmly to his core. 

Paromita leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a searing, demanding kiss the kiss of a lover who was finally exercising absolute physical authority over her partner.

"Yes," she breathed against his lips, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "I control the thrusts now, my darling. I control the fire."

She began to move, starting with a slow, powerful grind, sinking deep, utilizing the fullness of their connection to create maximum internal friction. She found the perfect angle and began to ride him with a powerful, rocking rhythm, dictating the pace and the intensity. Her body, sleek and strong, glistened in the soft, ambient light of the room, her breasts, the treasures he had worshipped, swaying with the fierce motion of her hips.

"Look at me, Rahul," Paromita demanded, plunging down onto his core with uninhibited ferocity. "This is my lust for you. This is my pleasure. You will feel every single movement as I push myself closer to the breaking point."

Rahul’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, providing the strong, unwavering anchor she needed. He couldn't move or control the tempo, but he was powerful in his passive support, completely dedicated to her ascending pleasure.

"Yes! Faster, Paromita! You are so fucking sexy! I feel the heat of your body, the incredible grip around me! Don't stop!" Rahul commanded, his voice raw with need, completely abandoning the formal tone as the sensation intensified.

Paromita increased the pace, driving them both into a frenzy of mutual sin. Her breasts heaved up and down which Rahul watched in an amazing awe. She bounced and bucked, relishing the sensation of his rigid strength beneath her, the perfect support for her uninhibited demands. She felt the internal pressure building with dizzying speed, a force far more intense than any she had experienced when he was in control. She realized that by directing the action, she maximized her own pleasure.

She leaned forward, her wet, slick core rubbing mercilessly against the base of his "anaconda," pushing him further into the exquisite agony of delayed fulfillment, even as she drove herself toward her own release.

"I need you to feel the truth about me, Rahul!" Paromita cried out, her voice ragged with building ecstasy. "I need to shatter, and I need to do it right here, on top of you, claiming every gasp, every sound!"

Her body began to tremble violently. With a final, desperate roar, Paromita collapsed, her core contracting fiercely around his magnificent length. The explosion was total, overwhelming her entire being, tearing a scream of pure, unadulterated relief from her throat.

Rahul, utterly consumed by the fierce, final contractions of her climax, allowed his own control to shatter, his strength erupting in a powerful, torrent surge deep inside her body.

Paromita collapsed onto him, their bodies slick and intertwined, bound together by the physical proof of their shared, unashamed lust. She had taken him, ridden him, and claimed her absolute, intoxicating pleasure on her own terms. They were two equal souls now, utterly spent and gloriously content in their wicked reality.

Rahul was unmoved and let his boudi catch her breath after the earth shattering orgasm. His dick still inside her pussy, while his cum flowing from the sides on her pussy wall. Paromita slightly moved her head and her lips straightway met Rahul's. They kissed and exchanged their saliva for the next couple of minutes until his dick popped out of her pussy. 

That action awakened something in Paromita. She asked, “You cummed twice inside me. Next time onwards, you need to buy condoms or else this can make me pregnant.” Rahul smiled at her. She hit him in the ass in a friendly way. He asked immediately, “ I wish to make you pregnant, Boudi”. This made her blush and she let out a laugh. Paromita asked him to run to a chemist shop further away from their home and buy her a medicine which will wash away the combined sin these two souls have committed.

She started to feel a little different atmosphere with Rahul. It seems, she has started to love the new found lust for her brother in law.