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

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Prasad took a moment to appreciate her tight, cute asshole, pink and small, winking at him as she squirmed beneath him. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, and licked it lightly. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up Anu's spine. The feel of his tongue on her most private place was both terrifying and exhilarating, a taboo act that she had never before experienced.

Anu's body tightened, her asshole puckering slightly at the sudden intrusion. She bit down on the pillow to muffle her moan, the sensation of his tongue against her most forbidden place a delicious torment that she hadn't expected. Her pussy grew wetter, her walls clenching around his thickness as he continued to fuck her with a fervor that seemed unquenchable.

Prasad pulled away, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched her reaction. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, her body his to command. He spit into his hand, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and brought his saliva-coated finger to her tight asshole. The shock of cold liquid against her sensitive skin had Anu's eyes flying open, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

 


With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his spit-slicked finger against her tight hole, feeling it give way with a slight resistance. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock as he breached her for the first time. The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, a new level of intimacy that she had never imagined. Her body stiffened, every muscle tensing as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Prasad's cock continued to pump into her pussy, the rhythm unrelenting, his thrusts growing stronger as his finger delved deeper into her ass. Anu's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure and pain melding together into an exquisite agony that she could not escape. She felt her walls stretching around his cock and her ass, the sensation of fullness unlike anything she had ever known.

 

And then, without warning, he pulled his finger back out, the sudden emptiness making her gasp. But before she could react, he brought it to his mouth, inhaling the scent of her poop with a hunger that was almost animalistic. Anu's eyes widened with horror, her mind racing to understand the depravity she had just witnessed. But it was too late to stop him, his tongue flicking out to taste the poop, the scent of her bowels mingling with their sweat and arousal.




With a groan of pure satisfaction, he offered his finger to her, his eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "Lick it clean," he whispered, his voice a dark demand.

Anu stared at him, her mind reeling. This was a new level of degradation, one she had not anticipated. But she knew better than to refuse. Slowly, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the salty, musky flavor of herself on his finger. Her eyes never left his as she licked away every trace of their shared secret, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal.

"You're a nasty girl, aren't you, Anu?" he murmured, his voice a dark purr of satisfaction. "But you like it, don't you?"

Her response was a muffled moan into the pillow, her body shaking with the intensity of his thrusts. She couldn't bring herself to answer, the reality of what they were doing too much to admit. Yet her body betrayed her, her pussy tightening around his cock, her ass pushing back against him in silent demand for more.

"Tell me," he growled, his hand coming down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Say it. Say that you're my little slut, that you like the things I make you do."

Anu's eyes watered with each smack, the pain a strange kind of release. "I'm your slut," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "I do these things because you make me, Mama."

The admission hung in the air, thick with the scent of their sweat and the lingering musk of their depravity. Prasad's cock swelled at her words, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her harder. "That's my girl," he said, his voice a dark whisper of satisfaction. "Take it like the whore you are."

With a vicious snarl, he hammered into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the candlelit chamber. Anu felt her orgasm building, her walls clenching around his invading length. It was as if he could sense her impending climax, timing his thrusts with a precision that left her no choice but to submit to the relentless wave of pleasure.

 


Her breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder with each powerful stroke. His finger remained lodged in her ass, a constant reminder of his control over her most intimate spaces. The pressure grew unbearable, each pulse of pleasure sending jolts of electricity through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she could feel the moment approaching.

He pumped harder, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound that only heightened her arousal. And then it was upon her, the climax crashing through her like a storm. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she screamed his name into the pillow. He waited, his cock buried deep within her, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her, to consume her.

As the last tremor of her orgasm passed, he pulled out, flipping her onto her back with surprising gentleness. She lay there, panting and writhing beneath him, her legs spread wide, her body a canvas of desire. He hovered over her, his eyes dark with lust as he positioned himself at her entrance once more. "Again," he said, his voice a command.

Anu could feel his cock, still slick with her juices, pressing against her clit. He began to move, his hips rolling in a smooth, deliberate rhythm that made her insides quiver. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them palpable and intense. He was watching her, studying every twitch and gasp, waiting for the moment when she would shatter again.

With a jolt that surprised her, he lifted her up in the air, his powerful arms cradling her ass as he stood up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back. He held her there, suspended, his cock still buried deep within her. For a moment, she felt weightless, her breasts bouncing with the effort it took to hold onto him. And then, with a grin that sent a thrill down her spine, he started to bounce her up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her with a speed that was dizzying.

Her screams grew louder, filling the room like a symphony of pain and pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving deep gouges that would surely leave marks. Yet, she cooperated with the grace of an expert, her body moving in perfect harmony with his, despite the rawness of the act. Her cries grew more rhythmic, matching the tempo of his thrusts, the sound echoing off the walls like a siren's call.




And then it came, the second wave of ecstasy that crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her muscles tightening and releasing in a frenzied dance that milked him for all he was worth. She threw her head back, her long hair flipping as her orgasm claimed her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the only sound she could make was a keening wail of pure, unbridled passion.

As she came down from the peak, gasping for breath, Prasad didn't miss a beat. He continued to fuck her with the same fervent pace, his own orgasm building. Anu watched him, her eyes glazed with lust and love. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, she felt a strange kind of peace in this moment of complete surrender.

With a sudden, violent thrust, he slammed into her, his cock hitting her cervix and sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. Her eyes snapped back to his, and she knew he was close. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck, and whispered, "I'm yours."




His response was a grunt, his body tensing as he reached the brink of his own release. Anu kissed him with satisfaction, her tongue delving into his mouth, claiming him in the most primal of ways. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. His breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he tried to maintain control.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her with a force that made her see stars. The feeling of his hot cum filling her up was almost too much to bear, the sensation overwhelming. She could feel it spilling out of her, staining the bedsheets beneath them, marking the culmination of their twisted union.

As his cock began to soften, he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. They both fell onto the bed, panting and sweaty, their limbs tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets. Anu stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing with the implications of what they had just done. It was a moment of raw intimacy that she had never felt with anyone else.

Prasad rolled onto his side, his arm dbangd over her waist, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passionate encounter. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his touch gentle despite the harshness of their lovemaking. "Rest," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness she hadn't heard before.

 


Anu nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. But sleep eluded her, her mind racing with the realization that she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Yet, she found a strange comfort in the warmth of her mama's embrace, the weight of his body pressing against hers. As the candles continued to flicker, casting shadows across the room, she knew that this was just the beginning.

The following morning, she rose early, her body still humming from the intense night. Despite the lack of sleep, she felt a buzz of excitement, an energy that propelled her through her morning routine. She dressed with care, choosing a college uniform that was just a little tighter, a little shorter, ensuring that every step she took whispered of the secret she now held.


Prasad found himself eagerly counting down the hours until he could see Anu . He had never felt such a primal connection to anyone. His mind replayed their heated encounters, the way she had submitted to him so willingly, so eagerly. It was a feeling of power that surpassed any business deal he had ever closed.


The days passed in a blur of lustful encounters, each one more depraved and exhilarating than the last. They pushed the boundaries of what was taboo, each act a silent declaration of their power over societal norms. Anu took to her new role with a disturbing enthusiasm, her once-innocent eyes now gleaming with a dark, hungry desire. Her mama's touch was a drug she couldn't get enough of, and she craved it with every breath she took.




And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Time rolled fast, and Saroja, Raj returned from her trip. The incestuous rituals between Anu and her mama came to an abrupt halt. The air in the house grew thick with tension as Saroja's sharp gaze swept over them, assessing the shift in their dynamics with the precision of a hawk. Her return brought a chilling reminder of the world outside their private sanctum, a world that would never understand the depths to which they had sunk.


Saroja noticed the change in Anu almost immediately. Her niece had always been a clever girl, but this newfound confidence was something else entirely. It was as if she had claimed a piece of the power she had so meticulously cultivated for herself. But Saroja was not one to be out maneuverer. She had her own plans, her own schemes to maintain her grip on the family's destiny.

"I see you've been busy," Saroja said coolly as she found Anu lounging in the living room, her breasts almost spilling out of the oversized shirt she had chosen to wear. The fabric was so thin that the outline of her hardened nipples was clearly visible, and she made no effort to cover herself.

Prasad's eyes darted to Anu's chest, his cheeks flushing. Saroja's return had not doused the fire of his desire, and he was torn between his newfound lust for his niece and the fear of his wife's reaction. Saroja's gaze was sharp, but there was something else in her eyes—a flicker of amusement that sent a chill down Anu's spine.

Anu continued to wear those oversized, transparent tops, her young breasts bobbing with every step she took. The fabric clung to her curves, showcasing the swell of her nipples with every movement. It was a deliberate provocation, a silent declaration of her willingness to continue their incestuous affair. Her mama's glances grew more frequent, his eyes lingering on the delicate peaks of her breasts.

The skirts she chose were so short that even the slightest breeze could reveal the treasure hidden beneath. She had become adept at maneuvering without underwear, the fabric sliding against her bare skin sending shivers of excitement through her. Each time she sat down, she'd spread her legs just a little wider, allowing the hem to ride up and expose the smooth, shaved mound of her pussy. Her movements were calculated, a dance of seduction that played out in the most innocent of settings.

Prasad, not one to be outdone, began to return the teasing. He'd strut through the house with just a towel hugging his waist, his cock standing tall and proud. The towel was so thin it was almost see-through, the outline of his shaft clear as day. His glances were loaded with a smugness that only served to fuel Anu's desire. He knew she couldn't resist the sight of him, and he revelled in the power it gave him.

He'd pass by her in the corridors, his steps deliberately slow, ensuring she couldn't help but stare at his manhood. His erection was a declaration of his dominance, a silent message that he was the one in charge, the one with the power to make her beg for more. And Anu did beg, her eyes widening with want, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. The thrill of their secret played out in full view of the world they had created together.

The dinner table became a battleground of unspoken desires, every bite of food a dance of seduction. The way he'd lick his lips, the way she'd twirl a strand of hair around her finger, each movement loaded with meaning. It was a silent symphony of lust, a ballet of the basest instincts that played out night after night. They'd share glances that spoke volumes, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that no one else could understand.

And when night fell, Anu would make her way to her mama's bedroom, her heart pounding in anticipation. She'd slip into bed beside him, her body trembling with need. At first, they'd lie there, not touching, the tension in the room so thick it could be cut with a knife. But as the moon climbed higher in the sky, their restraint would crumble. His hand would slide around her waist, pulling her back against him. His erection, a hot, insistent presence against the cleft of her ass, would make her breath catch in her throat.

Their bodies would meld together in the darkness, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his harder angles. His cock would nudge at her entrance, the heat of it making her wet with want. She'd arch her back, silently begging for more, and he'd oblige, pressing himself into her.

But Saroja's return had complicated their nightly ritual. They had to be more careful now, their moments of intimacy stolen and fleeting. With Saroja's knowing eyes always watching, they couldn't indulge in their fullest desires as freely as before. The fear of discovery was a constant, thrumming presence, adding a layer of excitement to their encounters.


 

One evening, as they lay entwined in the aftermath of their love, Anu whispered her desires. "I want to feel you inside me, Mama," she said, her eyes watering with the mix of pain and pleasure that their newfound intimacy brought her. "I want more."

Prasad's eyes darkened with lust as he gazed down at her. He had never seen his niece like this, so wanton and eager for his touch. His hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and over the swell of her hips until he reached the slick folds of her pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, her tightness making him groan. "More," he echoed, his voice gruff with need.

Her walls clamped down around his finger, her body trembling with desire. "Yes, Mama," she whispered, her voice a soft moan that sent a bolt of excitement through him. He added another finger, stretching her gently, preparing her for what was to come. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a testament to their depravity.

They both knew Saroja would be returning from the kitchen soon, but the thrill of getting caught only added to their excitement. They moved with a sense of urgency, their movements frantic yet calculated. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, her slickness coating his hand. Her hips began to buck against his, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Anu bit her lower lip to stifle her cries, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensations overwhelming her. Each stroke of his fingers brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm building like a crescendo in her belly. She felt his hot breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered sweet nothings that only served to make her wetter.

Saroja's eyes had narrowed at the slightest change in Anu's behavior, her smile a tad too knowing. But she had said nothing, allowing their twisted dance to continue, her own motivations a mystery to all.

Then, one evening as Anu lay sprawled across her own bed, her hand idly playing with the fabric of her nightdress, she felt it—a strange sensation, a flutter deep within her. A late period had her stomach tightening with anxiety, and when the test confirmed her fears, she was both horrified and exhilarated. Pregnant. The reality of their union had crystallized into a life growing within her, a silent witness to their darkest secrets.

Prasad's face went ashen when she broke the news, his eyes wide with shock and horror. He sputtered, trying to find the right words, but they eluded him. The room felt suffocating as he finally found his voice, urging her to consider the consequences. "We can't let this happen," he said, his voice shaking. "You must get rid of it."


But Anu was resolute. "I can't," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "I can't bear the thought of losing a part of you." Her voice trembled with fear, but there was also a steely resolve beneath the tremor. It was clear that she had made up her mind. The idea of abortion was too much to bear, the finality of it too stark. The child growing inside her was a symbol of their love, a tangible proof of their forbidden bond.

 


Saroja's gaze flickered over to the slight bump that had appeared on Anu's stomach. It was barely noticeable under the loose clothing she wore, but it was there—a silent, growing accusation. She had missed it before, lost in her own scheming, but now it was as clear as day. Her eyes narrowed, her mind racing.

The swell of Anu's breasts was also evident, her body changing with the rapidity of a fast-flowing river. Saroja could see the darkened areolae peeking through the fabric of her blouse, the fullness that could only mean one thing.

Her initial reaction was one of fury, a storm that brewed in the depths of her eyes before it could be contained. She had always prided herself on her meticulousness when it came to men—always ensuring she remained in control, that she dictated the terms of their encounters, that she never allowed herself to become a mere vessel for their seed. But here was Anu, her own daughter, so careless, so naive. It was infuriating.