Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : July 20)

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Malavika felt very happy hearing from Abhi about his first sex adventure that too with her dear mom. For all the pencil boys mom is their first love and playing and teasing the pencil is a great way of bonding with their loved sons for many moms, that fact that this teasing goes in a good jest and sometimes with approval of their husbands make it more enjoyable and for the pencil boys it’s a kind of training as they would start getting attracted to beautiful flowers with tiny lemons. As long as its done without force or discomfort to anyone and as long as its done within the four walls and as a means to bring families together, these things are fine and Malavika herself knows how much her daughter Manju gels well with her papa Madhukar



She is happy his pencil is now a bih iron rod to drill hole to any willing pussy



Malavika’s focus shifts to Akki who is always aloof and was missing her mom. Malavika knows compared to Abhi, this little girl’s issue is more complex.

That night Malavika steps into Akki’s room who was doing home work. Seeing her busy, Malavika started going back. Akki called her as mom and asked to come in

Malavika couldn’t believe her ears .. the little girl calling her as mom instead of aunty was music to her eyes. She comes in and started kissing Akki.

Akki is missing motherly love after demise of her mom Anitha even though papa is giving all his life to her, but still as a girl mom also a major role in their life especially in growing up stage

After some emotional hugs and chit chat to get more comfortable, Akki starts telling her new mom on how much bonding existed in their family

In her own words…

One day, after returning from sch ool, I was in my room doing homework. Dad had come home early from the gym that day; he seemed cheerful, but Mom looked a bit sullen. Just as I finished my homework and was heading to the kitchen for a drink of water, I heard Mom and Dad arguing about something. I stayed out of sight, hiding and listening to their conversation.

"Arvind... she isn't a small child anymore... but it wasn't right to be fucking me right in front of her last night."

"Anitha... don't I know she's still young? Even though she's getting older, she hasn't physically matured much... but her way of thinking seems quite mature, doesn't it?"

"That’s beside the point... It feels like trying to solve one problem might just create an even bigger one... that’s what I’m afraid of."

"Anitha... if you have a better idea, tell me... we’ll do that instead."

A moment of silence followed.

"Arvind... it’s your choice... but I don’t approve of this."

"Look, dear... do you think I *want* to do this? It’s only because there’s no other alternative... If you don’t trust me, or if I don’t have your full cooperation, I can’t do this either... It’s up to you."

Just then, the doorbell rang, so I ran back to my room.

I understood what they were talking about... Mom didn't like me seeing them like that. I had gone to their room that night only because I was terrified of the thunder... I had knocked, but they were too busy to open the door... that’s why I... When I walked in and saw Dad on top of Mom, thrusting away, I didn't feel like leaving. Instead, acting as if it were no big deal, Dad called me over; after finishing what he was doing, he tried to put my fears at ease.

Mom didn't stop Dad from fucking her right in front of me. Even knowing I was there, she rode him back with even more intensity and passion. Yet now, she preaches morality.

That night, I lay in my room...

Outside... there was no rain.

Inside... thunder was crashing in my heart.

At this hour, Mom and Dad would be in the heat of passion. I had such a strong urge to go to their room—but would going there be wrong? Yesterday, Dad comforted me because of the rain... but what excuse could I use to go there today? What pretext would allow Dad to comfort me? I was in a dilemma... If only Abhi had been there, I would have sought his advice. But he was not around at that moment. So, I gathered the courage to go to their room and knock on the door.

Dad opened the door; he was completely nude and glistening with sweat. Mom, too, was unclothed, her body flushed with passion. I expected to see anger in Mom's eyes when she saw me in their room, but instead, I saw love for Dad and affection for me. I used to think of Dad as one of Mom's eyes and myself as the other. 



Dad got up and came to me hugged me with his sweaty body and huge fully erected member and said, "What happened dear? Are you scared? Your brother isn't here... can't you sleep alone? Do you want to sleep right here beside us?" He said everything I wanted to say, so I simply nodded.

Dad turned back to look at Mom. Just as he was about to say something to convince her, Mom got up from the bed, hugged me with her sweaty body, and said, "Akki... do you need permission to enter parents room ?  You know the rule about closing the door, right? But why knock before coming in? My Akki... my darling... you are the reflection of the love between Dad and Mom. Come, step inside." I was completely stunned.

It was only a few hours ago that Mom had quarrelled with Dad, yet here she was, speaking like this. Had Dad managed to convince her so quickly? Mom adored Dad; did she have no choice but to listen to whatever he said? Even as I lay in bed, my mind was filled with baffling questions. Regaining my composure after a while, I leaned against Dad and said, "Sorry, Dad... I didn't come here to disturb you." There was a disconnect between Dad's words and his cock; while he was saying "It's alright," his cock was fully-erect and twitching—like a feast spread out before you that you are unable to eat.



Mom said to Dad, "Arvind... I'm going to sleep now; I'm getting sleepy." Dad understood; Mom was indirectly telling him to hurry up and finish so they could sleep.

Dad swung into action. His cock was right in front of Mom's face, and there was joy in her eyes, though his gaze was fixed on me. Our eyes met for a brief moment. Dad's cock, which hadn't fully risen despite Mom's efforts, suddenly hardened the instant our eyes locked. Mom noticed this too; she looked at me and smiled.

I understood Dad's intent, but I didn't quite fully grasp Mom's feelings yet.



I liked that the "war" I had interrupted was starting up again. Right in front of me, Mom and Dad were finding pleasure, oblivious to the rest of the world; their happiness was my happiness. My gaze wasn't on Dad's intensity or Mom's yearning, but on the joy shining in both their eyes.

At the very end... I hadn't felt anything until then, but suddenly, the scent of Dad's semen triggered a tingling sensation within me.



Dad, having just spent half an hour fucking Mom, held back for a split second to ensure he ejaculated on her face rather than inside her womb. As Mom blissfully closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his fluids, Dad glanced at me; I understood the meaning behind that look but struggled, unable to act on it right there in front of Mom. Last night, Dad had introduced me to the taste of his semen. Even though I hadn't explicitly said I liked the taste and smell, my reactions had made it clear to him.

Now, seeing the semen on Mom's face, I desperately wanted to lunge at her and lick it all clean, but I forced myself to suppress that urge and simply looked at Dad with a longing expression. Mom’s eyes remained closed; some of the fluid had landed on her eyelids, making it difficult for her to open them immediately. Dad cleverly wiped the semen from her cheeks with his fingers and—unseen by Mom, who still had her eyes shut—offered his fingers to me. As I eagerly sucked on his fingers, slurping up the semen...

I felt immense pleasure as Dad skilfully gathered the fluid from around her face—avoiding her eyes—and fed it to me. Without making a sound or arousing any suspicion in Mom, he fed me all the semen from her face, saving the bit on her eyelids for last... He wiped up the fluids with his fingers and smeared them onto his own nose... I chuckled to myself... Dad’s plan was to fool Mom—if she opened her eyes, he could pretend he was just licking off the fluids that had landed on her face.

I, on the other hand, wiped my mouth clean and lay down, pretending I knew nothing.

Mom opened her eyes fully and asked Dad, "What’s this new habit, Arvind? Do men like this too?" Dad just smiled, kissed her, and lay down on top of her.

Thinking I was asleep, Mom leaned over to give me a good-night kiss, but Dad cleverly stopped her, whispering, "Shh... she's asleep... don't disturb her," and made her lie down on his other side. I breathed a sigh of relief; if Mom had leaned in close to kiss my face, she would have smelled the scent of Dad's semen on my lips.

I quietly kissed Dad on the cheek and lay down.

I couldn't sleep... Mom was fast asleep... I had hoped Dad would take me to the hall and play with me like the day before, but seeing him drift off to sleep left me a bit disappointed.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep too.

I woke up in the middle of the night... Mom and Dad had started up again.

Mom was happily sucking Dad's cock, getting him ready... Only Dad noticed that I had opened my eyes. I was hoping Dad would finish quickly and ejaculate his fluids onto me... but instead, he was leisurely fucking Mom, which only made me more anxious. At one point, I got angry and sulkily turned away from them. But my sulking didn't last long; I soon turned back toward Mom and Dad, watching them with renewed desire. Dad was deliberately fucking Mom slowly just to tease me, and Mom, growing impatient, said, "Arvind... how much longer? Just finish it already." Yet, Dad didn't speed up; he just kept going at his own leisurely pace. This time, it wasn't me who got angry—it was Mom.

She shoved Dad away roughly, saying, "I can't take it anymore, Arvind... my legs are hurting. Let's do this tomorrow," and turned toward the wall, pulling the sheet over herself. Dad pulled the sheet over himself too, then drew my hand under it, placing it on his wet cock; he put his hand over mine and began moving it vigorously up and down.

That’s when I understood—Dad had deliberately fucked Mom slowly to make her lose patience, all so he could end up giving all his fluids to me.

Together, Dad and I were stroking his thick, heavy cock. After a couple of minutes, I whispered into Dad's ear—making sure Mom couldn't hear:



"Dad... my friend Tulasi's father apparently ejaculates right onto her face."

At that, Dad gave me a playful tap on the head and said, "Don't get your hopes up like that, Akki," as he picked up the pace.

Five minutes later, as my hands started to ache, I pulled my hand away. Dad thought for a moment and asked, "Akki, will you move down?" ...What did that mean? Was Dad going to ejaculate on my face? Just as I was hopefully moving down, Mom stirred... Dad stopped... Mom got up, went to the bathroom, and then went back to sleep.

In that two-minute gap, Dad's cock went soft again... I felt intense anger and frustration... but I was helpless to do anything about it.

It would take until morning to get his cock hard again... There was disappointment on Dad's face... he said he couldn't manage it... Not wanting to trouble him, I said, "It's okay, Dad... let's try another day."

I said that, but I knew that day wouldn't come anytime soon, because the very next day, Abhi—who had gone to Grandma's village—would be returning... Once he is back, I couldn't go to Mom and Dad's room... and even if I did, Mom wouldn't agree to it... She had told me not to mention these things to Abhi... That’s why I was waiting for another chance to fully savor Dad's juices... Then, with Grandma falling ill and Mom going out of town... Dad bringing Abhi and me close to him... and tasting Dad's juices again... it was wonderful, wasn't it?

Akki finished speaking.

But she didn’t know when Abhi came to their room and strangely ... while listening to what Akki was saying, Abhi ejaculated onto the hand of his sister, who was lying right next to him.



Akki was stunned but not angry. Right in front of her new mom Malavika, she contentedly consumed the fluids Abhi had released and licked her hand clean.

"Akki... go to the bathroom and wash up with soap... if Dad finds out, it’ll be a huge problem... It’s wrong for us to be sleeping in the same bed like this anyway even with Malavika mom..." Abhi said.

Akki goes to the bathroom.

Malavika felt happy as the boy is getting more bold and the girl is enjoying the taste of man’s semen

(.) (.)

One day, Akki's phone rings—it's Appu Akka. Abhi thinks about answering it but decides against it.

A little later, Abhi's phone rings; it's Appu Akka. He answers it with great delight.

"Abhi... what is Akki doing? She didn't pick up the phone."

"Akka... she just went to the bathroom to wash up."

"Wash what?"

"Her hand."

"Her hand? What happened?"

"It got wet, Akka."   (right before Appu called him, Akki played with his cock and extracted his juices on her hand to lick it clean and dry)

"Got wet? I don't understand, Abhi."

"Akka... I can't explain all that over the phone. Did you want me to tell Akki something?"

"Yeah... I need to go to the tailor, and I was wondering if she could come along."

"Akka... I'll come along."

"Abhi... this is... a women's matter."

"Akka... I'm a man. You had me help with the *Sravana Shukravaram* puja—some aunties even scolded me, calling me a 'woman' for doing it. And now, you're telling me I can't come because it's 'women's work'?"

A moment of silence.

"Alright, Abhi... let's leave in half an hour... be ready."

"Sure, Akka... if I come along, I can look after the little baby boy... he's quite used to me."

"Yeah... that's also true."

"By the way, what work do you have at the tailor's place, Akka?"

A moment of silence that side



"Abhi... you know, right? I can't find bras that fit my size... so I'm buying the fabric and getting them stitched."

A moment of silence this side

"Akka... it's true... yours are really, really big... they got even bigger after the little boy was born."

"Yeah... he made them grow big by constantly nursing."

"Yeah, Akka... the little boy is so impatient... he latches on hungrily, but then pulls away before even getting a few good gulps down."

"When did you see that, Abhi?"

"This morning... you nursed him right in front of me, remember? That's when I saw it."

"Huh... maybe he nursed for so long just because you were there."

"Really? In that case, I'll come every day, Akka... he'll drink more if I'm around."

"Mom would make a fuss if she found out."

"Akka... leave Auntie to me."

"Alright... let's go to the tailor's... get ready."

"Akka... can I tell you something?"

"What is it? What happened? You sound so down."

"God's ways are truly mysterious."

"What happened, Abhi?"

"Yours are huge—like pumpkins; bras in your size aren't even available in shops. Akki's, on the other hand, are tiny—like limes; bras in her size aren't found in shops either."

A moment of silence both sides

"Yeah, Abhi... sometimes I feel sorry for Akki."

"Exactly, Akka... you should tell Akki the secret behind how yours grew so big."

"Oh, Abhi... there are no such secrets. We just get what God gives us. Anyway... get ready."

After hanging up the phone, he sees Akki coming out of the bathroom; he quickly turns away and wipes the moisture from his eyes so she doesn't notice. Abhi became emotional about his loving sister for having tiny tiny lemons and also having many issues