Adultery How Prasad impregnates his sister and sister's daughter (completed)

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Prasad could sense her tension, her readiness. He knew that the moment of her first time had to be special, a memory that would bind them even closer together. So he held back, only giving her what she wanted within the strict limits he had set for their secret games. Each night, his touch grew bolder, his hands exploring her body with a gentle yet firm touch that left her trembling with anticipation.





Her friends at college talked in hushed tones about the boys they liked, the whispers of kisses and touches shared in secret. Anu listened, her cheeks flushing as she thought of the man who held her at night, his cock in her hand, her mouth. Their discussions of fumbling first times and awkward gropes only served to make her feel more powerful, more in control. Her knowledge was vast, her experiences beyond their wildest dreams.

Her thoughts would often drift to the feel of her mama's hand on her skin, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered sweet nothings that made her toes curl. Each time she felt the warmth of his touch, her pussy grew wet, her body eager for the next step in their twisted dance. The thought of feeling him inside her, claiming her fully, made her pulse race.

Anu knew that she had to be careful, that one wrong move could shatter the delicate balance they had created. But she also knew that she couldn't wait forever. The desire was a living thing, a creature that demanded to be sated. And so, she began to drop hints, to push the boundaries of their nightly rituals. Her hand would linger on his cock, her eyes filled with a hunger that she no longer tried to hide.

Prasad picked up on her cues, his own excitement growing with each passing night. He knew that the time was coming, that he would soon claim his niece's virginity in a union that would cement their power. The thrill of it made his heart race, his cock throb with anticipation. But he was careful, always watching for akka’s shadow, her sharp eyes that missed nothing.

The perfect opportunity presented itself when Saroja received an invitation from her friend’s daughter wedding, she had to leave along with her husband Raj.  

The house was eerily quiet in akka and bava absence, the air thick with anticipation. That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the floor, Prasad began his preparations. He ordered an array of exotic and fragrant flowers, instructing the delivery man to bring them directly to his room. The bouquets were vibrant and sensual, a visual feast that spoke of passion and desire. He arranged them meticulously around the bed, creating a sea of petals that whispered of the night to come.

With the room suffused with the sweet scent of blooming roses and jasmine, he lit candles, their flickering flames casting a warm, seductive glow that danced on the walls. The light played across the soft silk sheets, giving the room an ethereal quality that seemed to pulse with anticipation. Then, with a final touch, he sprayed a fine mist of room freshener, the scent of vanilla and musk mingling with the floral bouquet to create an intoxicating aroma that filled the space.

In the adjacent bathroom, Anu stood before the mirror, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied the makeup she had stolen from her mother's vanity, smudging a little kajal around her eyes to make them look darker, sexier. She had seen mom do it a hundred times and knew that it was the secret to capturing a man's gaze. Her cheeks were flushed with a dusting of rose-colored blush, her lips a deep, luscious red that she had practiced pouting at herself in the mirror.

Her college uniform lay discarded on the floor, replaced by a dress she had found hidden in her mother's closet. It was unlike anything she had ever worn before, a swirl of shimmering fabric that clung to her body like a second skin. The neckline plunged low, revealing the tops of her firm, young breasts. The material was light, almost see-through, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. It was a dress that screamed of seduction, of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Anu had dared to leave her bra and panties behind, the absence of the restrictive garments making her feel both vulnerable and powerful. Her nipples hardened at the thought of her mama's eyes on her, the anticipation of his touch. She knew that tonight would be different, that the final barrier between them would fall. She stepped into the dress, feeling the cool fabric caress her bare skin, the absence of underwear a silent declaration of her intent.

 

Her heart raced as she made her way to her mama's room, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The flickering candlelight cast her shadow on the wall, elongating her body, making her feel like a creature of the night, stalking prey. The scent of the flowers was heady, a sweetness that coiled around her, filling her nose, her mouth. It was the smell of seduction, of power.

When she opened the door, she found her mama standing in the center of the room, his eyes on her, his expression a mix of hunger and love. The sight of the flowers, the candles, made her stomach tighten with excitement. She had never seen the room look so inviting, so decadent.

But it was the sight of her mama that took her breath away. He was standing stark naked, his erect cock pointing towards her like an arrow aimed at the heart of her desires. His body was a testament to his power, his muscles defined, his skin glistening with the faint sheen of sweat. Anu felt a wave of heat wash over her, a visceral reaction to his nakedness that made her knees weak.

Prasad's gaze never left hers as he took a step closer, his cock swaying with the movement. The candlelight played over his body, casting shadows that danced across the contours of his chest and abs. His erection was thick and heavy, a symbol of his lust, his hunger for her. Anu's eyes were drawn to it, the ache between her legs growing with each step he took. She knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for, the culmination of their secret rituals.

For the first time, she saw his cock in full view, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would fit in her small, untouched pussy. She had heard the whispers of her college friends, their tales of pain and pleasure, but she knew that her first time would be different. This was not a clumsy fumbling with a boy her own age, but a deliberate act of power with the man who held her heart in his hands.

Prasad too was lost in thought as he approached her, his cock standing tall and proud. He had never been with someone so young, so tight, and the challenge of claiming her virginity thrilled him. The anticipation of feeling her warm, untouched cunt clench around his thick, 11-inch length filled him with a primal urge to possess her completely. He knew that Anu was small, delicate, but he also knew that she was a niece of his lineage, bred for strength and endurance.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. The touch was gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the raging lust that consumed him. His thumb brushed against her full, red lips, and without a word, he leaned in to claim them. His kiss was demanding, his tongue pushing past her teeth to explore the warm recesses of her mouth. Anu gasped into his mouth, the sudden intrusion surprising and thrilling her. She had never felt a man's tongue inside her before, and she found herself eagerly responding, her own tongue dancing with his in a passionate dance.

Their kiss lingered, their saliva mingling in a silent declaration of desire. Their tongues duelled, each stroke a silent promise of what was to come. Anu felt the heat of his breath against her skin, his hand moving to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, his cock a hot, insistent presence against her belly. The fabric of her dress was no barrier to the electricity that arced between them, and she could feel the wetness seeping through, leaving a dark stain that grew with each passing second.

Prasad's hand slid down, cupping her ass firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He felt the firmness of her cheek, the softness that belied the steel core of her nature. His other hand found its way to her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the dress, eliciting a moan that he swallowed greedily. The sound of it, the sweet, desperate noise she made, sent a bolt of lightning straight to his cock. He squeezed her breast gently, his thumb circling her hardened peak, feeling the fabric of her dress grow wet as he teased her.

With a sudden surge of strength that belied his age, he lifted Anu into his arms, the dress rustling around her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her eyes never leaving his. He carried her to the bed of flowers, laying her down with care, his cock standing tall, pointing at the ceiling like a flag of triumph. The scent of the roses mingled with their combined arousal, the air thick with lust and the promise of something darker, more powerful.

Prasad paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of her sprawled before him, the fabric of her dress riding up to reveal her smooth, bare thighs. Then, without wasting a second, he spread her legs, the fabric parting to reveal the soft, pink folds of her pussy. His eyes were like those of a starving man presented with a feast, his hunger naked and unabashed.

Anu lay there, her heart pounding in her chest, watching her mama with a mix of apprehension and excitement. The candlelight played over her skin, turning her flesh into a canvas of shadows and light. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her thighs, his eyes on her most intimate parts.

Without warning, Prasad's hand pushed her dress up to her waist, exposing her completely. The fabric whispered against her skin, a sound that seemed to echo through the quiet room. The air grew thick with anticipation as he bent down, his eyes never leaving hers. For a brief moment, she felt a flicker of fear, a memory of the whispers from her college yard. But then he was there, his mouth on her, his tongue exploring the wetness of her pussy, and the fear was gone, replaced by a white-hot desire that consumed her.

Anu's back arched off the bed as he tasted her, his tongue flicking against her clit in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs tightened around his head, her hips rising to meet each hungry lick. His beard scratched against her sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure-pain that made her gasp. The feel of his rough, demanding mouth on her was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she found herself eagerly pressing into him, her body begging for more.




Prasad's eyes never left hers as he worked her, his tongue delving into her, exploring every inch of her wet, tight pussy. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he feasted on her. She could feel the rumble of his groan against her flesh, the vibration sending tremors through her body. The intimacy of the moment was unlike anything she had shared with him before.


Anu felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building deep within her, a tightness coiling in her belly like a spring about to snap. Her breath grew ragged as her mama's mouth worked her clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with a skill that made her head spin. And then it washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that made her entire body convulse. She cried out, her hips bucking up as she spurted her juices into his eager mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of relief and shock that left her trembling. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, releasing a torrent of wetness that he eagerly lapped up. His eyes never left hers as he drank in her first taste of womanhood, his own desire reflected in the dark pools of his eyes. Anu felt a strange mix of emotions - a blend of love, pride, and power that only served to fuel the fire burning within her.

With a final, lingering kiss to her clit, Prasad pulled back, his cock now standing tall and proud before her. He offered it to her, a silent demand that she could not refuse. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the candles casting flickering shadows across their naked forms.

"Take it, Anu," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It's all yours now."

Her heart was racing, her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of her first orgasm. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she wrapped it around his shaft. The skin was hot and velvety, the veins standing out like cords beneath her touch. His cock felt alive in her hand, a creature of its own, demanding and hungry.

 


Prasad guided her head down, his cock brushing against her cheek before pressing into her mouth. Anu felt a rush of fear and excitement as he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with a gentle rhythm that grew more urgent with each stroke. His hand tangled in her hair, his grip tightening as she struggled to take all of him in, her teeth scbanging against the sensitive flesh.

Her eyes watered, and she gagged around his thickness, her throat tightening as he pushed deeper. She could feel the weight of his balls against her chin, the precum leaking onto her tongue. His moans grew louder, more demanding, as he claimed her mouth with an animalistic need that left no room for doubt. This was not a gentle love-making session but a raw, primal assertion of power, and she knew that she had to give him what he wanted if she was to maintain control.

With a sudden jerk, he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. His hand left her head, tracing a wet line down her chin, over her neck, and down to her chest. His eyes never left hers as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her erect nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her writhing beneath him.

"Ready, my sweet?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. Anu nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and fear.




Her legs trembled as she spread them wide apart, the anticipation of her first penetration making her entire body quiver. The room was a haze of candlelight and the sweet scent of flowers, the only sound the ragged breaths they shared. His cock, slick with her saliva, hovered at her entrance, the head nudging against her soft folds. She felt the blunt pressure of his erection as it pushed against her, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

With a grunt, he thrust forward, and she felt the tip of his cock breach her, the thickness stretching her tightness. A scream tore from her throat as pain ripped through her, but she bit it back, not wanting to show weakness. Her pussy resisted, the unyielding barrier of her virginity fighting against his intrusion. His hand was firm on her hip, holding her in place as he pushed deeper, his eyes never leaving hers, the challenge clear in his gaze.

"Aaaah, mama," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "It hurts."

Her mama's expression was a tumultuous storm of love and lust. "I know, baby," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "But you can take it. You're strong. Just breathe."

Anu nodded, biting her lower lip as tears of pain filled her eyes. She felt the pressure ease for a moment before he pushed again, this time sinking his cock further into her. "Aaaaagh, mama," she wailed, the pain searing through her body like a hot knife.

"You're doing so well, Anu," Prasad murmured, his voice strained with his own effort. "Almost there, just a bit more." He leaned over her, his cock buried halfway, the weight of his body pressing her into the soft petals beneath her.

Anu's eyes squeezed shut, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. "I-I can't, Mama," she gasped, her voice trembling. "It hurts too much."

Prasad's gaze softened slightly, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. "Shh, baby," he cooed, his voice a gentle caress in the candlelit room. "Just relax. You can do this."

And then, as if to prove his point, he withdrew his cock from her, the sudden emptiness making her pussy clench around the memory of his thickness. Anu's legs, which had been wrapped around his hips, tightened in protest, her ankles digging into his lower back. Despite the pain, she wanted more, needed more of him inside her.

Her nails scored his flesh, urging him closer, her hips rising off the bed in silent demand. Prasad's chuckle was low and dark, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He knew the game she played, knew that she was not one to be denied. With a smug smile, he allowed her to guide him back, his cock sliding into her with ease this time.

Her walls stretched around him, tight and hot, a vice that gripped him with a fierce possessiveness that made his blood boil. He watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth bared in a silent scream of pleasure and pain. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he claimed her completely.

The sound of her hymen tearing was a sweet symphony to his ears, a victory cry that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed around him, a maelstrom of sensation that sent shockwaves through his cock. He felt it give way, the tightness of her innocence shattering like a fine china doll. He was the first, the one who had claimed her, who had taught her the true meaning of submission.

Anu's eyes flew open, and she stared up at him, the pain etched in every line of her face. But it was not just pain, it was a mix of agony and ecstasy that only the most depraved could understand. Her walls clamped down around him, the warmth of her blood coating his cock, a crimson sheath that marked her as his.

Prasad held still, his cock buried to the hilt within her, his chest heaving with exertion. He watched as the last vestiges of her innocence slipped away, her eyes glazing over with a mix of pain and pleasure that only the most depraved could comprehend. The scent of her blood mingled with the sweetness of the roses, a bouquet of carnage that filled his nostrils and made his cock throb.

But it was Anu who was the first to move, her hips rising in a silent demand that he could not resist. Her body, once so tight and unyielding, now clamped down around his length, urging him to continue. He felt a thrill of power at her response, the knowledge that she was his to use and dominate. He began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her gasping and whimpering with each thrust.

The smirk of victory remained on his face as he watched the play of emotions across her features. Her eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, her pupils blown wide with desire. The pain had been replaced by a fierce, all-consuming need that mirrored his own. He knew that she was his now, utterly and completely, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of triumph that was as intoxicating as the scent of her arousal.

With a chuckle that was both affectionate and cruel, he began to move his hips again, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her with a force that had her moaning around his cock. Her nails dug into his back, her body arching off the bed as she met his every thrust with an eagerness that belied her initial resistance. He felt the power of their connection, the way she took him in, the way she responded to his every move as if they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting together for the first time.

Anu's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure mixing with the pain until she could no longer tell the two apart. It was her desire that had taken him in, that had allowed his monstrous size to fit within her tight, untouched cunt.

"Aaahh...yes, Mama," she breathed, the words spilling from her lips in a whimper. "Fuck me...fuck me more."




Their rhythm grew steadier as he drove into her, each stroke bringing her closer to a precipice she didn't understand. Anu's body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy tightening around his cock like a glove. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only served to spur him on.

Her whimpers grew louder, her body arching in silent pleas for more. He watched her face, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure with each thrust. And then it was there, the moment he had been waiting for, the moment when she would truly become his.




With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Prasad reached his climax, his cock spurting hot, sticky cum deep within her. She felt the warmth flood her, filling her up in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His seed pumped into her, a declaration of victory that she could not fight against. The feeling of his release was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of relief and triumph that left her trembling in his arms.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined like two snakes in a passionate embrace. The candles flickered, casting a soft glow over their sweat-slicked forms. The room was filled with the scent of sex and power, a heady perfume that made Anu's head spin.

With a gentle sigh, she wrapped her arms around her mama's neck, her body still trembling from the intensity of their union. He held her close, his own breathing ragged, his chest heaving against hers. His eyes searched hers, seeking confirmation, seeking reassurance that she had enjoyed this as much as he had.

But it was Anu who was the first to break the silence, her hand snaking down his body, her fingers curling around his still-hard cock. It felt heavy and warm in her grasp, a weapon of power that she had wielded so effectively. With a smirk that was both innocent and knowing, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

Prasad watched her with hooded eyes, his own hand moving to cradle the back of her head. He guided her down, her lips brushing against the head of his cock, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down his spine. He felt the tip of her tongue flick out, a tentative caress that had his balls tightening with need. He knew she was playing with him, teasing him, but he allowed it, reveling in the way she had come to crave his touch, his dominance.

Anu's mouth closed around him, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. His cock grew within her mouth, swelling with each passing second. The taste of their combined juices was a potent aphrodisiac, a reminder of what they had shared. It was a flavor that she found both repulsive and addictive, a part of her new reality that she could not escape.




With each stroke of her hand and caress of her tongue, his cock grew harder, his breathing more ragged. The sound of her sucking filled the air, a symphony of desire that grew louder with each passing moment. Anu's eyes remained on his, watching for any sign of his pleasure, any indication that she was performing to his satisfaction.

"Enough," he said finally, his voice thick with need. He pulled her off him, his cock slippery with her saliva. He flipped her onto her stomach, his hand pressing down on the small of her back. "Crawl to the edge of the bed," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Anu's heart raced as she obeyed, her body moving on instinct alone. The plush comforter felt cool against her skin as she made her way to the edge, her legs spread wide, her ass in the air. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her pussy clenching in anticipation of his next move. She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her into place, the head of his cock nudging against her wet entrance.

With a growl that was almost feral, he pushed into her, filling her completely in one swift stroke. Anu's scream was muffled by the pillow she had bitten into, her eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensation. The angle was different now, hitting her in places that made her see stars. His cock felt like a battering ram, claiming her from behind with a ferocity that left her breathless.

Her hands clutched at the bed, her nails digging into the fabric as he set a brutal pace. Each thrust sent her further into the abyss, the pain and pleasure becoming one, indistinguishable from the other. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing and the slap of their bodies coming together.

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