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Part 2: The Revelation

This is Kishen here with the second part of the story in my life where I made a life-changing discovery of finding my mom Savithri and dad, Sunil engaging in a group sex act with my neighbors Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle.

So lets go!

I masturbated to the shocking event that I witnessed a while back. I wiped my cum off on Usha Aunty’s and her daughter Neethu’s panties.

“Shit! I’ve got to clean these panties or do something about it before I place it back in the pile of Usha aunty’s dirty laundry,” I though to myself as I am came to my post-nut clarity.

As I hid the panties under my bed, I realized that I could barely contain the excitement of what I witnessed. As a virgin and an adolescent who was well disciplined on sex and sexuality, and that too by my mother, what I witnessed is something revolting and equally exciting.

“But who do I tell? Of course, my buddies Deepak, Taqiq, and Karthik! But what should I tell? Won’t I be judged, or worse, be tarnishing the name of my parents? What if they spilled it to others?” Such questions pestered in my mind over the next few days.

“Are most Indian adults or couples free and open to sex? Are there other families or people in the building involved in group sex acts and affairs? Or are my parents and Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle the only unknown bad apples in the building?” I wondered.

Seeing them fuck amped up my horniness in perpetuity. Fantasies Involving the aunties and ladies I know, continued to reel through my mind. For example, I began imagining me fucking the daylights out of senior citizen Manoj Sir’s not-so-old dusky and extremely soft spoken second wife, Deepti aunty. She is 12 years younger to him. They lived in the door right opposite to Usha aunty’s flat.

Manoj sir is a retired university head and is one of the strictest man I know. His strictness made the thought of fucking Deepti aunty more exciting.

Many years back, he caught me and Neethu (Usha aunty’s daughter) getting a little touchy-touchy at the rarely used fire exit stairs of our apartment building. We were playing hide and seek. We weren’t horny or anything. And it couldn’t be deemed sexual in anyway.

I still remember Manoj sir’s roaring “what are you doing!!!” voice as he came out of the blue, pinched my ear, grabbed Neethu’s hand and dragged us into his house to shout the day lights out of us. We were trembling. The then new bride Deepti aunty calmed him down, took us away from him into her room, and explained to us about ‘complexities’ of what we were doing. We begged her to not tell our moms and she agreed.

After the incident, I haven't done or spoken to Neetu anything that remotely resembles sex or lust. But I developed urges towards her later as I grew. I fantasized us loosing our virginity to each other, preferably while playing hide and seek in some form. I have no clue how that would logically have been possible.

“Does Neethu know that her parents were fucking mine?” was another doubt that haunted me.

I have fucked Neethu over a hundred times in my mind. Now I started imagining doing her with each of our parents watching in approval.

Thanks to Tariq’s blatant and seemingly dumb but vulgar remark where he jokingly suggested Deepak to fuck his mom (Fidah Aunty) I began imagining doing his, Deepak’s and Karthik’s moms, in a steamy one man foursome. Thoughts about my mom Savitri also crossed my mind, many times. But I would also be repelled by it. She is beautiful nonetheless. Having seen her licking my dad’s balls while fingering his crack took me to a new dimension of arousal.

Believing that the risks of sharing what I saw to my friends would be immense, I decided to keep it all with myself.

I know they wouldn’t judge me, because together, we are porn scholars. But still, why take the risk of the unknown? I remember during college days when Deepak playfully “eewed” at Tariq in front of the whole class for allegedly looking and smiling at his dick. Poor lad had to live with being called the gay of the class for quite a long time.

Coming back from that warning-memory, I began wondering to myself, “What next Kishen? When would be the next time they do it? You desperately want to join, but how? Would they even allow you?,”

Over the next three weeks, I bunked classes randomly, hoping to find find my parents in the act with their beloved neighbors. Sadly, I found nothing. Besides, Usha aunty, who is a house wife, may have been starting to suspect something unusual with me checking in her house more frequently that usual, that too, at times when I am supposed to be at my college. I gave lame excuses whenever she asked. I knew I was gambling with her trust in me as a former honest tuition student. My college authorities alerting my mother about my frequent absence, or even Usha aunty casually mentioning to my her about my frequent appearances to house, might get me in trouble.

And although I was able to scbang of my dried cum off Usha aunty and her daughter’s panties, I couldn’t sneak them to their house. Whenever I managed to get into her house she didn’t have a big pile of dirty laundry, and I feared she could get suspicious if an old pair of used panties appeared suddenly into her small pile, especially after I’ve paid a visit.

My affection for her and Neethu kept me from throwing away their panties that served me with nothing but love. But I badly needed their freshly used panties as well.

While I battled my horniness and helplessness, a day came when me, Karthik, Tariq, and Deepak decided to catch up for a cricket match with the other boys. During our college days, we used to stay back at the playground after cricket and chit-chat till late evening.

“Man I really missed this kind of post match gatherings,” I said, as we sat beside the playground.

They nodded in agreement.

“So, anyone was able to fall in love, get kissed, score a chick, or get laid?” I asked.

“No, but there is a apparently a senior in my department who has slept with one of my teachers,” said Deepak.

“And here we go with the rumors again, just like college days. Not interesting anymore bro.” said Tariq.

“So what’s interesting for you? Incest? Especially since you suggested that I do it with your mom?” asked Deepak.

“Oh my, Deepak remembers and didn’t let is slide,” I thought to myself.

“That came out by mistake man. And I said I was sorry.” said Tariq.

“That was awkward as fuck,” said Karthik.

“Hit me if you want. But I’d say that as consenting adults, there is nothing wrong should you (Deepak), you know, hang out with Fidha aunty.” I said, rather nervously.

“Man, what the fuck!” reacted Deepak.

“Building on that hypothesis, lets say Tariq made out with your mom, Deepak, what would you do?” asked Karthik abruptly.

“Me and dad would beat the meat out of him,” responded Deepak, rather annoyingly.

Jumping in with a response, I asked, “What if your dad was cool about it?”

“C’mon there is no way he’d be cool about it. Are you insane?” asked Deepak.

“Man, we are just talking hypothetically, and we can stop this discussion if you are uncomfortable.” responded Tariq.

“Wow, you are now speaking like my dad, man. And yes, I don’t like where this is going. Stop it please,” said Deepak.

Deepak was right. His dad, Raj uncle, is a counselor and psychologist.

“Ok, lets change the topic, but there is a good chance that our parents are not like what they appear and led us to believe. They have wild thoughts and desires just like us and may very well be acting on it,” I said out loud; sounding a little desperate.

Tariq looked me straight in the eye, and asked “Why? Did you see anything?,”

Deepak and Karthik looked at me curiously.

“No I didn’t, I am just saying!” I responded.

“You sure? You can be open to us.” said Tariq.

“Now you really are talking like a psychologist, what’s got into you man?” I responded trying to divert the topic.

We laughed. And after a little bit of talking on other topics, we dispersed.

Sitting in the bus to home, I sadly wondered about how I wasn't successful in fishing anything out of my buddies, or even come close to gain the confidence in sharing what I saw.

Just as I was about to get into my building, I heard Tariq call my name.

Fucker followed me all the way to my house. He took me to the park adjacent to my building and sat me down on a bench next to him.

“You saw your parents do it didn’t you? Be honest,” Tariq asserted.

“Did you come all the way to ask me this?” I asked.

“Kishen, I am one of your best friends, you can be honest with me,” Tariq responded.

I decided to spill it and told him briefly about how I saw my parents fucking their neighbors, without getting much into the specifics.

“And?” he inquired.

“And nothing! I went back and shagged. I have been pretty aroused since. I don’t know what to do next.”

“I can’t imagine what it is like to have witnessed sex and not be able to do it. I have been having sex with a woman for the past 8 months.” said Tariq.

“What?!? Who? Man!” I asked, literally moving to the edge of the park bench.

“Hema Aunty!” he responded.

“What?!? Deepak’s mom?” I asked in shock.

He nodded, smiling at my reaction.

“Tell me everything you lucky fuck!” I demanded impulsively.

[Here is a summarized version Tariq’s narration through the conversation that ensued.]

Calling me gay during those years in middle-college turned out to be partly true after all, Kishen. I now know that I am a bisexual. About a year and a half ago, I started being more inclined towards men because, frankly, I got zero chance with any girls. My society’s watchman Dhonu Singh entertained my inclinations.

He gave me paan, showed me affection, and later in time, we started sharing gay and bisexual porn. But what I didn’t realize then was that he was grooming me in the name of love. He made me promise not to tell anyone of our relationship. In time, his kisses and affection progressed to forceful groping, aggression and blackmail and I was taking it all like a helpless and fearful victim who thought there was literally no way of the trap I got myself into.

Thanks to my mom, I was able to break free but sadly, not before being violated by him.

One day, when mom went to her sister’s house, he called me in the afternoon to his room in the basement, near the parking lot of our society. He had his wife Gauri, who is the society maid, kneel down on all fours with her bottom up and stark naked. That was the first time I saw a woman’s gaping asshole and vaginal crack. It wasn't a pleasant first sight. I saw Gauri had marks of abuse all over her body and she was trembling in fear. Before I could process what I was seeing Dhonu force stripped me.

Seeing Gauri in that plight I barely got any erection. I would say my dick shrunk in fear. When he realized that he could in no way get me aroused, he hit me hard many times. He caught me by the neck, pushed me down and made me lick and lubricate Gauri’s asshole. I nearly gagged.

“I thought you liked to fuck her whenever I told you stories about me fucking her,” he said.

He then pushed me down, hit Gauri and made her lick mine. Then, he compelled her to hold my hips firmly and violated me with brutal thrusts, Kishen. You can never imagine the pain I went through. After he was done, he dressed and left the room like nothing happened, but not before warning of dire consequences to Gauri and myself should I reveal anything to anyone. I and Gauri hugged each other and cried. She consoled me, helped me dress and accompanied me home.

Needless to say, my mom instantly noticed the change in my behavior when she returned. She fished out everything from me, and was shocked and repelled to hear about my bisexuality, especially my attraction towards men. But she loved me more as a son, and totally understood that my mental stability was so shattered that I was even scared to sleep alone. And thanks to her sub-inspector brother, Altaf, Dhonu Singh was taken away in custody for, you know, ‘stealing” and beaten to a pulp and sent back to his native. Gauri was allowed to continue working in our society.

The board exams were fast approaching. To help me recover from the shock, mom started sending me to on counseling sessions with Raj uncle, Deepak’s dad, who, as you know is a psychologist and counselor. On my compulsion, she insisted to him that Deepak or anyone must not know about the sessions. It took me over three months of sessions with Raj (he asked me not to call him ‘uncle.’) to accept and recover from what happened.

Raj is one of the best thing that happened to my life, Kishen. He made me more accepting of my bisexuality, and told me how sex is all about respect, understanding and accommodation, and how bad people groom innocents to take advantage of them sexually. He told me about not suppressing sexual tendencies and to practice and express them safely, whenever possible. He told me psychological tricks regarding picking up a person’s cues, and that is how I was able to correctly guess something sexual happened to you, Kishen.

Whatever Raj taught me through the sessions, I conveyed to mom. And I didn’t realize then that I was changing her conservative views about sex and sexuality. She thought I’d never know but I could pick on certain cues in her behavior too. Through our talks on sex and behavior, she was discovering her suppressed sexuality. We became more and more open to each other, to the point we even read the Kama sutra and occasionally enjoyed watching porn together. She was hesitant at first, but she involved herself maybe because she believed that it’d help me heal fully. I don’t know. But I could sure see she was enjoying it all too.

You will not believe me when I say that it was more ‘fun’ than ‘erotic’ to do all that with my mom. Having understood what I’ve been through, she was happy she could help me normalize mentally and regain my interest towards sex in entirely, like any normal youthful adolescent being.

In time, I was able to regain focus on studies.

I was capable of sleeping alone, but she preferred that I sleep with her. Often, as we went to sleep, she’d lie on her side with her back towards me knowing very well that I’d masturbate myself to sleep. I didn’t have to have an iota of a concern. And given the raging bisexual hormones that was within me, the thought of sexually indulging with her crossed and enticed me many times. But I was hesitant to make any move towards the woman whom I knew loved me above all. I know it was not worth it should thinks go bad, and that would be something I could never recover form. But sometimes Kishen, our carnal desires get the best of us.

One night, I dreamed of Dhonu Singh pounding me on my bed. It wasn't a nightmare like before, but an undesirable dream nonetheless. It was so realistic that I could feel the bed move. I awoke from the dream to realize that it was just an hour before dawn. The moon light lit the room in grey. The bed, however, was still moving. And then I witnessed a sight I would forever remember.

I saw mom fingering herself, with her blanket moved aside, her pajama and panties below her knees. Her other hand ran under her nightie to fondle her nipples. I saw her belly button peeking at me. Breathing heavily with eyes shut tight, legs spread with knees pointing to the either poles of the earth, and feet touching each other, she was fully engrossed.

Aroused beyond comprehension, I placed my fingers right next to where her fingers were working their magic. It wasn't before a few rubs on her wet hairy pussy from my end that she froze with eyes wide open. I stopped rubbing but let my finders remained there. She looked at right to the eyes of my moon light face. Silence ensued for a few moments. Not breaking the eye-lock, I started rubbing her again with my middle and ring fingers spreading her lips, and sliding in and out. It was the first time I ever touched a woman’s vagina if you don’t count that ugly encounter with Gauri.

Her moist fingers grabbed mine as she looked at me. She took my hand to her mouth, licked it clean, wiped it on her nightie and placed it on my hips. She gave me an air kiss and asked me to turn away, which I instantly did. She went back at pleasuring herself, moaning without hesitation. I did rub one out too thinking about her, before dozing off. She may have known that I was masturbating thinking about her. She didn’t restrict me, and she probably would have allowed me to watch should I have asked. But I didn’t because she made her stance clear about our relationship.

Kishen, your Fidha aunty showed her son her boundaries in the most accommodating manner possible.

I know that you’d be lying if you say you don’t have any feeling for your Savitri aunty, especially after you saw here in a sexually explicit act. And thanks to the wisdom from Raj, I know that you are probably even conflicted in your attraction towards Savitri aunty.

Leave the ball in her court, should you need to and respect her decision whatever it is.

Know that certain bonds bypass lust especially that between mom-&-son, dad-&-daughter, siblings, and oftentimes, cousins. It is a golden rule of sexual attraction that if one of the two souls would never be interested in carnal indulgences with the other, they must respect that. Now don’t assume its a sin to have lust towards somebody who wouldn't entertain your advances. Once they’ve made themselves clear, don’t act on it, even if you can’t let go of the desire. And in most cases you’ll get their cues even without you having to make advances or verbally expressing your desire.

Failing to grasp this wisdom is a prime reason why relations become strained, why bangs exists, and why free and open sex, even between relatives has, over generations, become such a big taboo in our societies.

That said, there has been a few time where me and mom masturbated ourselves lying next to each other. I still get urges to fuck her, but I have been rightly taught to respect her stance. Things may change, who knows, but the ball is in her court to make the change.

On the last day of wrapping up my counseling sessions with Raj, fate compensated me for the the ill it had done to me. Raj revealed to me that he was also bisexual and that he would, if I allowed, show me the essence of man-to-man love. He only asked that I be discreet about it.

After thinking about it for a while, I agreed and I let good fate do the rest.

Raj was a supremely tender and caring companion who, through every ‘extended’ counseling sessions, taught me everything that I had to know and experience. I only felt bad that I was hiding so many things from Deepak and mom. But I knew she would approve of it because I was in no way in any harm but simply enjoying what life had in store for me. I have no clue how Deepak would take it should he find out and I am still a bit anxious in that regard. I mentioned to Raj my incident with mom, and it was then when he told me everything that I just conveyed to you--you know, about relations that are inherently ‘above’ carnal.

Raj also knew that my new found sex life with him was lacking female indulgence. There also he delivered the best for me.

It wasn't long before I looked him in the eye and gave him a smile of gratitude as I buried my tool inside Hema aunty, his wife. Hers was the first pussy I ever got to taste and devour. Now I know where Deepak gets his spontaneity and upfront frankness from.

She runs her fingers through my hair the right way while I taste her nipples. Like a warm butter cube she runs her tongue all the way from my asshole to my dick tip. She knows just how much force to exert with her thighs to keep my face comfortably buried in her crotch while she fondles my earlobes. While in 69 with her, she supports herself on her elbows and spreads my ass checks with her hands for Raj to enter. In tune to Raj’s thrusts, she tightens and loosens my ass cheeks while simultaneously blowing my tool in perfect synchronization. She is a sex-angle who proves to you that drawing pleasure from sex is nothing close to how pornstars act. No matter how long you indulge with her you end up feeling you’ve given her lesser compared to what she has done to you.

Kishen, I could elaborate on and on, but I don’t want to risk your dick exploding from prolonged arousal.

Up until now, I have had about a dozen sessions altogether with Raj, Hema aunty, and threesome with them.

[End of Tariq’s narration]

Oozing precum formed a visible wet patch on my grey pants.

“God, how much more secrets can I take before getting the chance to satisfy my cravings?” I thought to myself.

“Were it not for my friendship with Deepak, none of this would have happened. And I want to rightfully reward him, and my mom. I would very much like it if they fucked. But he is an impulsive dude and is a hard nut to crack. We are trying though.” Tariq said.

“Trying?!? Why the fuck are you trying when you’ve got me as a virgin horny bastard who can readily fuck Hema Aunty or, no offense bro, Fidah aunty? I am not gay or bi though,” I asked.

Tariq laughed.

“That isn’t the point. But it is a possibility. I will ask them.” said Tariq.

I impulsively hugged Tariq tight and gave him a no-homo bro-2-bro kiss on his cheek. He giggled.

To be continued.