Incest The Insatiable Ones - Leverage sex to grow business, with full family involvement

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Part Sixteen: Parents Discover the Lifestyle

It was a Saturday afternoon, three weeks after the last family orgy. Priya's mother, Meera Kapoor, had been trying to call her daughter all morning without success.

That's strange, Meera thought, sitting in her home in Pune. Priya always answers. Maybe I should just go to Mumbai and check on her.

She made the decision impulsively, booking a train ticket for that afternoon. By evening, she was in Mumbai, taking a taxi to Priya's penthouse in South Mumbai.

She had a spare key that Priya had given her years ago for emergencies. She let herself in quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone if they were resting.

The penthouse was quiet, but she could hear sounds coming from the master bedroom—moans, gasps, the unmistakable sounds of sex.

Is Priya with Arjun? Meera thought, moving quietly down the hallway. I should leave. But...

Curiosity got the better of her. She moved to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and peered inside.

What she saw made her freeze in shock.

Priya was on the bed, completely naked, on her hands and knees. Behind her, fucking her from behind, was Ajay—Priya's own brother.

Beside them, Asha was riding Arjun's cock, her enormous pregnant belly prominent, her breasts bouncing.

And on the couch, Neha was sucking Rohan's cock while he fingered her pussy.

Oh my god, Meera thought, her hand flying to her mouth. They're... they're all... together. Priya and Ajay are... and Arjun with his sister...

She should have left. Should have turned around and walked out. But she couldn't move. She stood there, transfixed, watching her daughter get fucked by her son.

"Fuck me harder," Priya moaned. "I want to feel you deep, Ajay."

"You feel so good, didi," Ajay groaned, his cock driving into her pussy. "So tight, so wet."

He called her didi, Meera thought, her mind reeling. They both are getting excited by incest. And looks like others as well.

She watched as Ajay thrust harder, his hands gripping Priya's hips, his cock glistening with her juices. Priya's moans grew louder, her body responding intensely.

And despite her shock, despite her horror, Meera felt something unexpected—arousal.

No, she thought, her hand moving unconsciously to her breast. This is wrong. I shouldn't be turned on by this.

But she was. Watching her children engage in incestuous sex, watching the others fuck with such abandon, was making her pussy wet.

She continued watching for several more minutes, her arousal building, until finally Ajay came inside Priya, his cum filling her pussy.

Meera gasped audibly *How could Ajay cum inside his sister's pussy?* and everyone in the room froze.

Priya turned her head and saw her mother standing in the doorway, her face a mixture of shock and something else—something that looked like arousal.

"Maa," Priya said, her voice shaking. "I... I can explain."

Meera didn't respond. She turned and walked quickly to the living room, her mind spinning.

Priya quickly wrapped herself in a robe and followed, her heart pounding. The others stayed in the bedroom, giving them privacy.

"Maa," Priya said again, sitting beside her mother on the couch. "Please, let me explain."

"Explain?" Meera said, her voice trembling. "Explain how you were... how Ajay was... how could you?"

"It's not what you think," Priya said, though she knew that wasn't true. "Or maybe it is. But it's consensual, Maa. All of us. We all want this."

"You're having sex with your brother," Meera said, her voice rising. "And Arjun with his sister. And... and everyone with everyone. How is that okay?"

"Because we're all adults," Priya said calmly. "Because we all choose this. Because it makes us happy."

Meera stared at her daughter, trying to process what she was hearing. "But it's... it's incest. It's wrong."

"Is it?" Priya asked. "Why? Because society says so? Because tradition says so? Maa, we're not hurting anyone. We're all consenting adults who enjoy each other. What's wrong with that?"

Meera didn't have an answer. She sat there, her mind spinning, trying to reconcile what she'd seen with her beliefs, her values.

"And it's not just about sex," Priya continued. "We've built a business together. A successful business. We use our... our openness, our sexuality, to build relationships, to close deals. And it works."

"You're prostituting yourselves," Meera said, though her voice lacked conviction.

"No," Priya said firmly. "We're using every advantage we have. Our intelligence, our skills, and yes, our sexuality. And we're making crores doing it."

Meera was quiet for a long moment. Then she asked, "Are you happy?"

"Yes," Priya said without hesitation. "Happier than I've ever been."

"And Arjun? He's okay with... with all of this?"

"He encourages it," Priya said. "He loves me, Maa. And he loves that I'm free to explore, to enjoy myself. And I love that he does the same."

Meera sat back, her mind still reeling. But beneath the shock, beneath the horror, that arousal was still there, growing stronger.

Why am I turned on by this? she thought. What's wrong with me?

"Maa," Priya said softly, "I saw your face when you were watching. You weren't just shocked. You were... aroused."

Meera's face flushed. "No, I... I wasn't..."

"It's okay," Priya said, taking her mother's hand. "There's nothing wrong with being aroused. With being curious."

"I should go," Meera said, standing abruptly. "I need to... I need to think."

"Stay," Priya said. "Please. Let's talk more. Let me help you understand."

Meera hesitated, then sat back down. They talked for over an hour—about the lifestyle, about the business, about the relationships, about everything.

By the end, Meera was still shocked, still struggling to accept it. But she was also intrigued. And aroused.

"I need to tell your father," Meera said finally.

"I know," Priya replied. "And he'll probably react the same way you did. But Maa, maybe... maybe you both could be part of this. If you wanted."

Meera stared at her daughter. "You're suggesting..."

"I'm suggesting that you're both still young, still attractive, still sexual," Priya said. "And maybe you'd enjoy exploring this lifestyle too."

Meera didn't respond. She left shortly after, her mind spinning with possibilities.

Two days later, she told her husband, Rajesh Kapoor, everything. His reaction was similar—shock, horror, and then, gradually, curiosity and arousal.

"They're making crores?" he asked, his business mind immediately engaged.

"Yes," Meera confirmed. "Using their sexuality strategically. And it's working."

Rajesh was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I want to see for myself."

The next weekend, both of Priya's parents visited the penthouse. This time, they were invited, expected.

Priya explained everything again, more thoroughly this time. She showed them the business financials, the client list, the deals they'd closed.

"This is... impressive," Rajesh admitted. "Unconventional, but impressive."

"And you're both... happy?" Meera asked.

"Very," Priya confirmed.

There was a long silence. Then Rajesh asked, "Could we... could we watch? Just to understand better?"

Priya smiled. "Of course."

That evening, Meera and Rajesh sat in the living room while Priya, Arjun, Asha, Ajay, Rohan, and Neha engaged in sexual activities in the bedroom—with the door open so the parents could see.

Meera watched, her arousal building, as her daughter got fucked by multiple men. As her son fucked his sister. As everyone enjoyed each other without shame or guilt.

Beside her, Rajesh was equally aroused, his cock hard in his trousers.

"This is..." Meera began, unable to finish.

"Arousing," Rajesh completed. "It's incredibly arousing."

They watched for over an hour, both of them getting more and more turned on. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Rajesh turned to his wife.

"Meera," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want you."

They made love right there in the living room, while their children and their partners fucked in the bedroom. It was the most intense sex they'd had in years.

Afterward, as they lay together, Meera said, "I think... I think I want to be part of this."

"Me too," Rajesh agreed.

And just like that, Priya's parents had discovered the lifestyle. And they were ready to join.