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

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Part Nineteen: All Four Sets of Parents Enter the Business - International Expansion

One week after Rohan's and Neha's parents had joined the lifestyle, Arjun called a major business meeting at the office.

All six core partners were present—Arjun, Priya, Asha, Ajay, Rohan, and Neha. But now they were joined by all eight parents: Meera and Rajesh Kapoor, Parvati and Ramesh Sharma, Kavita and Vikram Malhotra, and Anjali and Suresh Desai.

"We have an incredible opportunity," Arjun announced, pulling up a presentation on the screen. "A consortium of international investors—British, American, and Singaporean—are looking to invest five hundred crores in Indian real estate and infrastructure. The decision-makers are coming to Singapore next month for a week-long conference."

Everyone leaned forward, their attention focused.

"This is the biggest deal we've ever pursued," Arjun continued. "And we need to bring our A-game. That means all of us."

He looked at the parents. "We need your experience, your sophistication, your business networks. And we need your willingness to use every advantage we have."

Vikram spoke first. "You're talking about sexual entertainment. For these international investors."

"Yes," Priya said directly. "These men are in their fifties and sixties. They're wealthy, powerful, and they have... particular preferences. They prefer mature, sophisticated women. Women with experience and confidence."

She looked at the four mothers. "You're all perfect for this. Beautiful, elegant, sexually confident. And you understand business."

Kavita smiled slowly. "You want us to seduce these investors. To help close the deal."

"Only if you're comfortable," Arjun said quickly. "But this could be huge for the business. And you'd be compensated generously."

The four mothers looked at each other, then back at the group.

"We're in," Meera said, speaking for all of them. "We want to help build this empire."

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Three weeks later, the entire group—all fourteen of them—flew to Singapore for the week-long conference.

They'd booked an entire floor at the Marina Bay Sands, one of the most luxurious hotels in the world. The suites were spectacular, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the Singapore skyline and the bay.

The investors arrived on Monday evening for a welcome dinner. There were six of them:

James Whitmore - British real estate tycoon, sixty-two years old, distinguished with silver hair and sharp blue eyes. 



Robert Chen - Singaporean-American investor, fifty-eight years old, sophisticated and charming. 



David Morrison - American hedge fund manager, sixty-five years old, powerful and commanding. 



Michael Zhang - Chinese-Singaporean businessman, fifty-five years old, elegant and refined.



Thomas Anderson - British banker, sixty years old, cultured and intelligent. 



Richard Lee - Korean-American investor, fifty-seven years old, charismatic and confident.


The dinner was held in a private dining room with spectacular views. The four mothers had dressed to impress—elegant sarees that showed off their mature beauty, jewellery that sparkled in the soft lighting, makeup that enhanced their features.


Meera wore deep red, her voluptuous figure stunning. Parvati wore royal blue, her slender elegance captivating. Kavita wore emerald green, her fit body impressive. Anjali wore gold, her curves magnificent.

The investors couldn't take their eyes off them.

"Gentlemen," Arjun said, standing to make introductions. "Allow me to introduce our senior partners. This is Meera Kapoor, head of our client relations division."

Meera stood and smiled graciously. "Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you all."

She's stunning, James Whitmore thought, his cock already beginning to stir. Mature, confident, absolutely beautiful.

"This is Parvati Sharma, our strategic planning director," Arjun continued.

Parvati stood, her elegant saree showing off her figure. "Welcome to Singapore, gentlemen."

Gorgeous, Robert Chen thought, his eyes traveling over her body. I want her.

"This is Kavita Malhotra, our business development director."

Kavita stood, her emerald saree hugging her curves. "We're delighted to have you here."

Incredible, David Morrison thought, his arousal building. That body, that face. I need her.

"And this is Anjali Desai, our operations director."

Anjali stood, her voluptuous figure magnificent in the gold saree. "Thank you for considering our proposal, gentlemen."

Fuck, she's perfect, Michael Zhang thought, his cock hardening. Those breasts, those hips. I want to fuck her.

The dinner progressed with excellent food, expensive wine, and engaging conversation. The four mothers were charming and intelligent, discussing business with sophistication while subtly flirting with the investors.

Meera sat beside James Whitmore, and she made sure to lean forward whenever she spoke, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She touched his arm when she laughed, let her hand linger on his shoulder when she reached for her wine glass.

He's responding, Meera thought, noticing how his eyes kept returning to her breasts. He wants me. I can feel it.

Parvati sat beside Robert Chen, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly, making sure he noticed. She laughed at his jokes, her hand occasionally brushing against his thigh.

He's interested, Parvati thought, seeing the bulge growing in his trousers. This is going to work.

Kavita sat beside David Morrison, and she was more direct. She leaned close when she spoke, her breath warm on his ear. She let her hand rest on his knee, her fingers moving in small circles.

He's completely captivated, Kavita thought, feeling his body tense under her touch. He wants me badly.

Anjali sat beside Michael Zhang, and she used her voluptuous body to full advantage. She leaned forward to show her cleavage, turned to show her curves, moved in ways that made her breasts sway.

He can't stop staring, Anjali thought, her arousal building. He wants to touch me. To fuck me.

After dinner, they moved to the lounge area. Arjun pulled up a presentation outlining their investment proposal—detailed financial projections, market analysis, risk assessments.

But the investors were barely paying attention. Their eyes kept drifting to the four mothers, who had positioned themselves strategically around the room.

Finally, James Whitmore spoke. "This is all very impressive, Arjun. But I have to say, I'm more interested in getting to know your team better. Particularly your... senior partners."

"Of course," Arjun said with a knowing smile. "Perhaps we could arrange some private entertainment. To thank you for your time and consideration."

"What kind of entertainment?" Robert Chen asked, his eyes on Parvati.

"Whatever you'd like," Priya said, standing and moving to the centre of the room. "We believe in building relationships through genuine connection. And pleasure."

She began to dance, her movements slow and sensual, her hips swaying to soft music that had begun playing. The four mothers joined her, all five women moving together, their bodies swaying, their hands moving over their curves.

The investors watched, transfixed, their cocks all hardening.

This is happening, James thought, his breathing becoming heavier. I'm sure they're going to entertain us. Sexually.

The women began undressing slowly, teasingly. Sarees fell away, revealing blouses and petticoats. Then blouses were removed, revealing breasts—Meera's enormous and full, Parvati's firm and perfect, Kavita's toned and beautiful, Anjali's massive and magnificent, Priya's still leaking milk.

The investors groaned collectively.

"Come with us," Meera said, extending her hand to James. "Let us show you proper Indian hospitality."

They moved to one of the massive suites. The bedroom was enormous, with a bed that could easily accommodate all eleven of them.

The five women stood before the six investors, now wearing only their panties, their breasts bare, their bodies stunning.

"Who would you like?" Priya asked the investors. "Choose."

James moved to Meera immediately. Robert moved to Parvati. David moved to Kavita. Michael moved to Anjali. Thomas moved to Priya. Richard stood back, watching, his cock hard in his trousers.

The women began undressing the men. Expensive suits were removed, revealing bodies that were well-maintained for their ages—some with slight bellies, some still fit, all clearly aroused.

James's cock sprang free—about seven inches, thick, cut, the head swollen and dark. Meera wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.
"You're very impressive, James," she said with a seductive smile.

I'm about to fuck a British billionaire, Meera thought, her pussy getting wet. For business. And I want it.

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. James groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he breathed.

Beside them, Parvati was sucking Robert's cock—about six and a half inches, thick, uncut. Robert groaned, watching her head bob up and down.

She's so good at this, Robert thought, pleasure flooding through him. Her mouth is perfect.

Kavita was sucking David's cock—about seven and a half inches, thick, cut, impressive for his age. David's hands were in her hair, guiding her movements.

I'm being sucked by an Indian goddess, David thought, his arousal intense. This is incredible.

Anjali was sucking Michael's cock—about seven inches, average thickness, uncut. Michael groaned, his hands on her enormous breasts, squeezing and kneading.

Her tits are amazing, Michael thought, pleasure building. And her mouth feels so good.

Priya was sucking Thomas's cock—about six inches, average thickness, cut. Thomas groaned, watching milk leak from her breasts as she moved.

She's lactating, Thomas thought, fascinated. That's so fucking hot.

After several minutes of oral pleasure, the women stood and moved to the bed. They lay side by side, spreading their legs, their pussies glistening with arousal.

"Come fuck us," Priya said, her voice sultry. "All of you."

James positioned himself between Meera's thighs and thrust inside in one smooth motion. Meera gasped at the sensation—he filled her completely, his cock driving deep.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "You feel so good, James."

"You're so tight," James groaned, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Meera."


I'm being fucked by a British billionaire, Meera thought as pleasure built inside her. And it feels amazing. His cock is perfect.

Beside them, Robert was fucking Parvati with steady strokes, his hands on her breasts, squeezing gently. Parvati moaned loudly, her body responding intensely.


I'm fucking a Singaporean investor, Parvati thought, her pleasure building. For a five-hundred-crore deal. And I love it.


Meera (Priya and Ajay's mother) being fucked by James Whitmore, next to her Robert Chen is fucking Parvati (Arjun and Asha's mother)

David was fucking Kavita hard, pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips. Kavita's moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust.

He's so powerful, Kavita thought, her arousal spiking. So dominant. I love this.


David Morrison fucking Kavita (Rohan's mother)

Michael was fucking Anjali, his cock driving into her pussy, his hands on her enormous breasts, squeezing and kneading. Anjali moaned loudly, her body responding intensely.

Her pussy is incredible, Michael thought, his pleasure building. So tight, so wet. I'm going to cum soon.


Michael Zhang is fucking Anjali (Neha's mother)

Thomas was fucking Priya, drinking her milk while he moved inside her. Priya moaned, her body incredibly sensitive, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He's drinking my milk while fucking me, Priya thought, her arousal intense. This is so hot.


Thomas Anderson sucking Priya's boobs and fucking her

Richard, who'd been watching, finally moved to join. He positioned himself near Meera's face, his cock hard and ready. Meera opened her mouth and took him inside, sucking while James fucked her from below.

I'm being fucked from both ends, Meera thought, her pleasure building. This is incredible.

They continued like this for over two hours, switching positions and partners multiple times. Each mother fucked all six investors, their bodies covered in sweat, their pussies filled with cock after cock.


The younger generation—Arjun, Ajay, Rohan, and the fathers—watched from the lounge area, their own arousal building as they saw their wives and mothers being fucked by the foreign investors.

My mother is being fucked by six men, Arjun thought, his cock hard. And it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Finally, the investors were all close to cumming.

"Cum on our faces," Meera said breathlessly. "All of us. Cover us with your cum."

The five women knelt side by side on the floor, their faces upturned, their mouths open. The six investors stood in front of them, stroking their cocks rapidly.

James came first, his cum shooting onto Meera's face—her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. She moaned, opening her mouth wider, catching some on her tongue.

I'm being covered in a British billionaire's cum, Meera thought, her arousal peaking. And it feels amazing.

Robert came next, his cum splattering across Parvati's face. David came, covering Kavita. Michael came, coating Anjali. Thomas came, shooting onto Priya's face. Richard came last, his cum shooting onto all five women's faces.

When they finished, all five women were covered in cum, glistening in the soft light. They turned to each other and began kissing, sharing the cum, their tongues tangling, swapping the salty seed between their mouths.

The six investors watched, mesmerized.

"That was extraordinary," James said, breathing heavily. "Absolutely extraordinary."


"So about that investment," Meera said with a satisfied smile, cum still dripping from her chin.

James laughed. "Consider it done. Five hundred crores. You've earned it."

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The rest of the week continued in similar fashion. The four mothers entertained the investors multiple times, sometimes individually, sometimes in groups. They fucked in hotel suites, in private dining rooms, even once on a yacht in the Singapore harbour.

By the end of the week, the deal was signed. Five hundred crores invested, with projected returns that would make them all incredibly wealthy.

On the flight back to Mumbai, the four mothers sat together, exhausted but triumphant.

"We did it," Kavita said with a wide smile. "We helped close the biggest deal in company history."

"Using our bodies," Parvati added. "Our sexuality. And it felt incredible."

"I never knew I could feel so powerful," Anjali said. "So desired. So valuable."

"This is just the beginning," Meera said. "We're going to build something extraordinary. All of us together."

The business had just reached a new level. And the mothers had proven they were invaluable assets.