Misc. Erotica Kishen's Life-changing Discovery (A Multi-kinked Saga) [Part 9 Out!]

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Summary (for those one the fence about whether or not they should proceed reading.)

The story begins with Kishen, a 19 year old who just recently began his college life, makes a shocking sensual discovery about his parents and neigbour uncle and aunty.

The story then spirals into steamy plots involving his best friends, their parents, other neighbours and so on.

It expores themse such as discovery, betrayal, cuckolding, hotwifing, femdom, incest, age difference, orgy, and group sex.

I wouldn't call it a slow burn story because the pacing is not that slow. It is also not too fast. "Gradual Buildup" would be the right term to use. Every part involces something sexual.

All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 19 years of age or older, despite words like 'boys', 'kids', 'girls', etc.

The story does NOT contain any illegal elements like bang, underage, non-consensual sex.

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Part 1: The Discovery

I am Kishen from Pune, India, reminiscing the time in my teenage years when I made a life changing discovery about my seemingly conservative and decent family, neighbors, and friends.

It was the onset of my college days. Having passed the 12th board exam and having been allotted the bachelor’s seat for a reputed institution, I myself felt more like a young man than a boy. With my best buddies Deepak, Karthik, and Tariq still around, thanks to them getting seats in the colleges near our locality, post-college days couldn’t be cooler. Masturbating, watching porn together, and talking about sex with felt like a lesser sin and more like the forte of the big boys.

“There aren’t many pretty girls in my batch,” Deepak said as the four of us were chilling at out hangout spot in the city, as we bunked together.

“I hear you’ve got hot MILF teachers though,” Tariq remarked.

“But he got no balls to seduce them, let alone approach a girl,” said Karthik.

“Too bad you guys are not in my college to feast your eyes on the so called milf teachers,” responded Deepak.

“Whatever, I am getting hornier by the day. I hope to soon find my way out of the porn and masturbation cycle,” I said.

“Go to hookers bro!,” came the response in unison from the from the horny and delusional virgins.

As though it was so easy. Well, it is, but we weren't too brave for that, so to speak. The conceptions around safe sex, STDs, societal decency, and risks of seeking paid sex was instilled hard into our minds by our moms.

Thank you Mom for initiating the whole thing!

My 42 year old youthful mom, Savitri, made it a priority to educate my and my buddies about sex , its cravings and the potential life-ruining pitfalls we could fall in should we give in to our cravings.

The ‘classes’ were initiated two years back after Karthik, who lives in a joint family, went to one of his aunts (dad’s brother’s wife) one night for a dick massage because it was suddenly ‘paining.’

Poor guy learned it the embarrassing way that society, at least ours, doesn’t run on porn logic.

I came to know about this piece of interesting information just recently from his 50 year old voluptuous mom during an post-bang fondle session as she casually sucked on my dick tip like a lollipop. (More on that later.)

Coming back, we were educated on the risks of sex, drug, alcohol abuse, game addiction, and porn. But porn was something that came by naturally to us, and probably every teenage 90s kid riding the first waves of internet penetration.

“Man I wish we had a more free-er and accommodating society, like those foreigner folks,” I sighed.

“C’mon man, you’re too brainwashed by porn, every society has its restrictions,” responded Karthik, as though he was speaking from experience.

“But not as conservative as ours,” remarked Tariq.

“On the good side, we have a huge population bro. Sooner or later, we’d be stumbling ourselves into having sex,” said Deepak. “Its now a matter of finding and bonding with a girl.”

“Girl? I though you were into aunties?” I said.

“True, but would you say no to a girl? All young studs are into aunties,” Deepak responded.

“I hope you are not into my mom in that case,” blurted Tariq, rather unknowingly. “You have the biggest dick among us, you’d definitely satisfy her. Ha ha.”

Snap!!! WTF did he just say? We were all taken aback for a moment.

“Fuck you! Man.” Deepak raised his voice.

“Arrey drop it! Its not worth it. Tariq blurted it out by mistake like he always does. Lets go home. I need to go and play some games before my parents come from work.,” I said.

“I am sorry I said that, I didn’t meant to. I am not a perv, at least not more than what you guys are,” said Tariq.

What was that supposed to mean?!? Anyway, we changed the subject, talked about other stuff for a while and dispersed. Tariq was concerned if things were ‘cool’ among us. It was, more or less. We didn’t get the time yet, to process what he said.

Heading back home, I wish I knew back then that Tariq’s words planted in some of our heads the engrossing, enticing idea of making out with each other’s moms. Or his words may have kindled that dormant idea which laid beneath our raging testestoronic minds. Or maybe we were already fantasizing about each other moms, especially when our minds wander ed wildly while masturbating. We’d never know for sure.

The depressing reality that fantasy was far from our reality weighed in on me, as I took the stairs to our building. What else could a sex starved teenager’s mind be thinking other than sex?

I usually arrive home 15 minutes before my parents. As I was bunking, I arrived two hours earlier. I had some plans. I managed to steal a pair of used panties of Usha aunty who lived next door. To me, stealing them was like a horny James Bond move. And successful I was, at all times. Not a soul noticed. Usha aunty used to give her house keys to mom whenever she went to her village. It had always been my duty to make sure the fish in Usha aunty’s aquarium were fed. I got the idea of keeping a duplicate key with myself to steal freshly worn panties when she isn’t around.

Otherwise also, even if she is at home, I was always welcome to the house of my former tuition teacher and neighbor Usha aunty, who lived with her husband, Ramesh uncle, and daughter, Neethu who recently delivered a baby boy. Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle stay alone after Neethu was married off. My room has a balcony that is adjacent to the balcony in Usha aunty’s bedroom.

As I undressed myself, leaving my door open, feeling unrestricted and free that I had the whole house to my self, I took out the two panties, laid on the bed and began sniffing them as I stroked my tool with eyes closed. As I slowly and steadily awakened my sensuality, the eyes of my imagination saw Usha aunty’s semi-hairy pussy rubbing against my nose.

To my surprise, the two panties smelled slightly different form one another. I could tell. Oh boy! My closed eyes saw Neethu joining in, pushing her mother away sensually before squatting on my face. My mouth watered, my strokes became faster, I could now hear Usha aunty’s and Neethu’s moans of pleasure coming from the thin air above me.

Just as I was about to rev further, I was jolted back to reality by a very real sound. A distant but distinct “oh my God!” and a brief but signature laugh that could have been no one else’s by my mom’s. Eyes wide open, hands frozen, I was re-processing what I just heard. Could she have come early? I heard no calling bells. I paused for a few seconds, as my ears worked hard to filter away the roadside noise.

My ears caught another dimmer “oh god” sound ensuring that it was none other than my mom Savitri’s. It seemed to come from Usha aunty’s beedroom.

I got up from the bed, tucked away the panties, wore a short and t-shirt, exited my house in a jiffy and found myself standing in front of the main door of the adjacent flat; Usha aunty’s flat! Mom’s sneakers weren't there on Usha aunty’s welcome mat. She shouldn’t be inside. Was I making up things?

I could hear the TV was playing out loud from the inside. Some 90s Marathi movie.I kept my ears on the door for about five minutes, watching out for any anyone coming to the corridor, or if another door might open. Despite the TV sound, I sensed no movement in the living room. The horny James Bond in me, who had successfully raided the house several times while Usha aunty was away, told me to confidently raid it again whether anybody is in the house or not.

“Fuck it. Lets be sure,” I told my self.

I went back got the duplicate key that I had of Usha aunty’s house and opened the door, making minimal sound. If somebody saw me, I could say that I found the door unlocked anyway.

I was right! No one was in the living room despite the TV being on. I tip-toed inwards, towards the dining room which was empty – Neethu’s room – empty, the kitchen- empty! As I got further away from the TV, I could hear conversational gibberish coming from Usha aunty’s room--the door to which was left ajar. The room was alight by a dim light. I knelt down, and walked on all fours towards the ajar door. The computer table right next to the doorway to Usha aunty’s bedroom helped me hide myself from those who would be in the room.

I peeked, I saw, I was shocked!

Four naked bodies in an orgy! My mom Sarita, Usha Aunty, Ramesh Uncle, and my dad, Sunil. Mom was laying on her back blowing Ramesh uncle while each of her legs rested on Usha aunty and Dad who were licking her together. Two tongues, a clit and three lips fondling each other. Dad was holding and fondling mom’s right tit while his other hand was fingering Usha aunty, whose left hand fingers were spreading mom’s pussy lips and right hand was clutched to mom’s hands. What a circuitry for the sexual energy to flow and circulate!

As much as I’d love to be fixated on the action or plunge myself to it, I know I couldn’t continue peeking, at least not in my current vantage point, for, a slight head turn by Ramesh uncle could blow my cover. I went back a little, and assumed a squatting position where I heard them, and could peek on their action from time to time, or get up and stride off before anyone comes out of the bedroom.

“Ooohhh!!!” came my mom’s orgasmic moan. Loud and clear!

“She came again,” I heard Usha aunty say.

“Good, now let me focus on making you cum,’ said dad.

I could hear them move. I peeked cautiously.

I saw mom going further back into the bed, near the pillows, while dad and Usha aunty were engrossed in kissing and fingering each other. Yes, you read that right, Usha aunty was fingering dad. Ramesh uncle helped mom keep a pillow under her shoulders and sat on her chest, so that she could continue sucking him off. His back was facing me now. There is lesser chance of anyone catching me peeking.

And guess who was oozing of pre-cum. I took my dick out, and stroked my medium-sized pee pee. In about a couple of minutes I saw Usha aunty moaning and breathing louder, to which my dad took her hand away from fingering him, sat up on the bed and gave his full focus on finger fucking her. I could see him using both of his hands to finger-the-fuck out of Usha aunty’s clit, pussy lips, vagina, and butthole. His fingers seem to know by heart, the keys strokes to Usha aunty’s pleasure cues.

“Sunil! Ooohhh, you are a Mozart in fingering,” said Usha aunty.

Everyone laughed. Ramesh uncle the loudest. I leaned back in caution, breaking from my view. But I didn’t stop stroking. My precum was dripping on the floor.

There wasn't much talking. The silence of the room were only broken by the sweet sound of cushion and bedsheets moving, light moans, grunts and heavy breathing. The four adults in my life whom I looked up to in life were engrossed in the act. I still look up to them with high regard-because of the way they conducted their public and private lives and how they taught, or rather showed, me the same. You will get to know about that through the parts in this series.

I heard Ramesh uncle letting out a big moan. I peeked to see him getting up from mom’s chest and falling on his back on the bed and lying next to her. He was looking up at the ceiling, relaxing. I have to be careful. He could notice the silhouette of half my face should he decide to look below the door frame, near the table.

“You’ve cummed too much even for the second time Ramesh,” said Mom, as she wiped his cum from her face with her fingers and sucked them.

I cummed at that very sight. My load was all over the floor. I leaned back wiped my cum with my bare hands and rubbed it on my shorts, just as I heard Usha aunty letting out her orgasmic moan. In my post-nut clarity, I was afraid to peek. Where would Ramesh uncle be looking?

“Fuck it...”

I peeked again, to see Usha aunty next to mom, licking her hubby Ramesh’s cum from mom’s face, while planting a few kisses on her cum-ridden lips, cheeks and chin.

“Come here you sluts!” my dad demanded, as he stood from the bed facing them, his bare back facing me.

I leaned back, coz three pairs of eyes looking at his direction, means that I could easily be spotted. I could hear from dad’s moans and slurpy sounds that mom and Usha aunty were sucking him off.

“Spread your legs,” I heard mom say.

“No! Push and dig you fingers through my clenched ass,” dad responded.

“That's how he likes it,” said Ramesh uncle.

“Yes! Just like that Savi, dig it through,” said Dad.

“I think we need to kneel on the floor Savi, Its easier on comfortable. Sunil, can you step back?” Usha aunty said.

I heard my dad stepping back, and mom and Usha aunty kneeling on the floor, to blow dad. They are closer to the door, and even through I couldn’t see them, I moved back further, in caution.

“Yes, that's perfect. try to take it fully into your mouth, Usha. Savi darling, continue licking my balls while you wiggle your fingers down there.” said dad.

Dad sure was having other worldly experience. His moans conveyed it all. I could also hear the familiar ‘click’ sound of Ramesh uncle lighting a cigarette.

Ok, I am about to release. One of your stroke me like a motor. (pause) ah...just like that. Keep the pace,” I heard dad say after a few minutes.

I wish I could see who was stroking him,

“Ahh….” I heard him ejaculate.

“Damm it Suni, not on my hair again! Usha, hold it away from my hair next time please.” said mom.

“I am sorry Savi. Pls go wash yourself from the bathrorom.” Usha aunty responded.

I could hear them standing up. I stood up slowly, took a step back, ready to jolt away if mom or anyone decided to come out of the room. I saw Neethu’s room was open for me to go an hide into in case of an emergency.

“I like your signature wink Sunil, as those two works you down there,” I heard Ramesh uncle say.

Dad giggled. “I need a cig too,” I heard him say.

I could hear mom and dad walking away from the door. My heard skipped a beat because for a moment, I though they were waking towards the door. I heard mom opening the door of the bathroom attached to Usha aunty’s bedroom. I could also hear the sound of Dad and Usha setting into the bed.

“Come soon and wash yourself, Suni. Kishen will be home in an hour or so,” said Mom, as she closed the bathroom door.

“There is still more time. Wash the cum off of your hair and come lie next to me,” said Dad, after I heard him light the cig.

It seemed like they were going to nap or cuddle for a while. The show was over. I felt bad for missing the actual fucking which I wanted so much to see in real life and not in porn. Nonetheless, I just witnessed sex for the first time in my life. And that too a group fuck session.

I put my dick back in my shorts, tip toed back, opened the main door, stepped out, and closed it in absolute slow motion, and sprinted back to my flat’s door, although it was just a few steps away. Dashing into my bed, I hugged my pillow tight and stared blankly at the wall for a good many minutes – processing what I just saw.

I sat up on the bed, took Usha aunty’s and Neethu’s panties from under it, and shagged myself sniffing them, then and there. And I knew I shouldn’t have, but it felt all the more arousing to wipe my cum in their panties. And that, my friends, triggered the chain of events that I will in upcoming parts.

That’s all for now.

To be continued.

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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.

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Part 3: The "First Time"

Dear readers, if you’ve read the previous two installments of ‘Kishen’s life-changing discovery,’ you’d have got used to Kishen narrating the encounters of his life. But because he has aquatinted you to his parents, friends and a few other characters, I (AuthorErotica) thought of doing him the favor of taking over the narration.


The characters you’ve known will probably have their own steamy encounters.

Now that doesn’t mean I am entirely barring Kishen or any character from narrating their perspectives. They will chime-in and share their experiences directly from time to time, should the need arise.

So lets go!

After hearing Tariq’s sexual intimacies with their mutual best-buddy Deepak’s dad and mom (Raj uncle and Hema Aunty,) Kishen’s mind was horny and nuts. In the aftermath of listening to Tariq, he had a hard time staying focused. A few weeks back he saw his parents make out with his neighbors; and now this.

After Tariq left, he sat at the park bench for a good while, processing what he heard and witnessed. There was already a visible wet patch of precum on his pants. His dick was throbbing, pleading to be stroked.

“Before anything, I really need to get home and shag to clear my head,” Kishen thought to himself.

In a dumbstruck manner, he walked back to his building that, as you know, was next to the park. His mind was too occupied to be concerned if anyone would notice his wet patch or not. As he got into the elevator, he thought to himself, “I came across two life-changing instances, but still, my life is still the same. All I can do is shag and sniff Neethu’s and Usha Aunty’s panties. When will I get any action?”

Just as the lift door was closing, it opened as Neethu pressed the lift button from outside. Carrying her baby, she was coming from her in-law’s place to stay for the night at her place—Usha aunty’s house.

“Hello Kishen! Long time no see. How are you?” asked Neethu as she got into the elevator.

“I am good. Where is your hubby Neethu didi?” replied Kishen.

“He gets off late from work and stays back at his place, which is close to his office. And you don’t need to call me didi, Kishen. We played together as kids for Godsake.”

“Ok, Neethu di..I mean, Neethu. Hope everything is going fine with you,” Kishen asked.

“Nothing much.” sand Neethu.

Silence ensued.

Kishen (re)notices that Neethu has developed flesh at just the right places after her delivery. Standing next to him was the girl with whom he played teacher, doctor, and hide-n-seek. From all that, she’d become the young woman whose pantie he sniffs.
Off late, whenever he saw her, he wondered if she still remembered their little incident from years ago. He sighed in silence thinking about what ensued--  Manoj sir catching them and scolding them.

Above all, Kishen wondered if she knew their parents are fucking, or if he should tell her about it.

“I see your pants have gotten wet,” Neethu said with a sarcastic smile.

“Oh..sorry that’s water,” replied Kishen, covering the patch with his hands.

“Yeah right!!!”

“Seriously.”

“Ok Kish, I believe you, no need to elaborate.”

“Aha..its good to hear you call me Kish. I am reminded of the days we used to play and fool around,” said Kishen.

“Yeah...those were good days,” responded Neethu.

The elevator reached their floor, Kishen and Neethu continued to talk as they walked along the corridor to their respective houses.

“Its been what? 4-5 years? since we last ran around and played in these corridors?” asked Kishen.

“Yeah I guess. Time went by quick. And you’ve grown to look more like Sunil uncle.”

Neethu noticed something was holding Kishen back from talking.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, just as they reached the door to Neethu’s flat.

“Yes, all fine..” replied Kishen.

“Ok, take care Kish. Tell regards to Savi aunty and Sunil uncle,” Neethu added as she rang the bell to her house.
 
“Neethu, will you be here tomorrow? I want to tell you something.” Kishen blurted.

“What?”

Kishen had it in his impulse to tell her that he saw their parents fucking. But he decided not to reveal fearing how she might react.

“Uh...nothing. Just that I miss playing with you.”

“Really? And you want me to believe that? Tell me what is it?”

“Nothing. Just that.”

“Kish, I can tell when you’re trying to hide something. Even when we were children playing around, I was good at catching your petty lies.”

“Nothing! Really….”

Usha opened the door just then, and greeted Kishen upon seeing him.

Neethu looked sharply at Kishen for a few moments and said “OK fine. Can you meet me tomorrow?”

Usha looked confused, she had no clue what they were talking about.

“Wh..why? I have college.” replied Kishen.

“Don’t you ever bunk? Are you a nerd? You certainly don’t look like one,” said Neethu.

“Chii...don’t spoil my old student. Kishen, don’t listen to her. Don’s miss classes,” interrupted Usha aunty.

Neethu looked at her, and then at Kishen, nodded and got in with a ‘whatever’ smile.

“Oh and Kishen, can you ask Savi to meet me later? Just remind her about my request?” said Usha holding the door handle.

“ok aunty,” Kishen responded and turned and began walking towards his flat, hearing Usha close the door behind him. As he waited after ringing the door bell to his flat, he wondered what Usha aunty’s request might be.

When Savitri opened the door Kishen saw Sunil (his dad) watching TV and sipping tea, sitting on the sofa in their living room.

“Usha aunty just asked me to remind you about some request she made.” he told Savitri as he entered the house and closed the door,”

“Oh yes, I totally forgot,” said Savitri, and turned to Sunil.

“Listen Suni, Ramesh wants our car tomorrow to attend a wedding in their native place. Can you go to office with in your bike until they come back?”

“They are going to their native?!? So they won’t be there this Saturday?!?” Sunil asked, rather surprised, and mellowed down instantly after noticing that Kishen was listening.

Savitri too became conscious of Sunil’s blurt. She turned to look at Kishen, and then looked back at Sunil.

“What’s happening this Saturday?” Kishen inquired.

“No...nothing. Uh, I would need the car on Saturday.” Sunil replied.

Kishen nodded. But he noticed Savitri letting out a “whew” before reminding him about feeding Usha’s fishes.

“I will feed them,” Kishen said as we walked to his room.

He now knew for sure they were cooking something up for Saturday. He couldn’t wait. He was also delighted to know that there came the ideal opportunity to sneak back Usha aunty’s and Neethu’s panties.

As he shagged to sleep that night, he thought of Neethu’s request to meet him.

The next afternoon, Neethu was surprised to see Kishen when she answered the door bell to her flat.

Kishen was instantly aroused on seeing her wearing a white nightie and holding her baby in her hand.  

As she welcomed him and asked him to be seated, he took notice of how her white fabric embraced her body and enhanced her sexiness—the kind of sexiness that young new mothers beam. He gazed at her as she went into the Kitchen, carrying the baby.

Despite having known Neethu up-close since childhood, Kishen was shrouded by formality, and a sense of distance. He wondered if it were because of his inner guilt for fantasizing about her and her mother. Neethu noticed Kishen’s demeanor. She thought it may be because of them seeing lesser and lesser of each other over the past few years, especially after she got married.

For Neethu, spending time with Kishen was a together-time they unknowingly lost since childhood. She wanted to know more about how Kishen had been doing.

Their casual conversations soon threaded to Neethu asking Kishen about his love life. She was surprised to hear that he wasn't in a relationship yet.

Just then the baby began to cry and Nethu asked Kishen to follow her to her room as the feeder bottle and cradle was there.

As Kishen followed Neethu to her room, he momentarily stooped at its doorway to take a glance at Usha aunty’s bedroom. About 4 weeks ago, he secretly witnessed the sexual union of his parents and Neethu’s in that room.

Neethu sat herself comfortably on her bed and asked Kishen to take a seat on the chair beside it. As she reached out to take a less than half-full baby feeder bottle from the table adjacent to the bed, Kishen saw an good view of her cleavage.

“So, are you still a virgin?” Neethu asked.

Taken aback a little by the question, but aroused at its abruptness, Kishen replied that he was.

Neethu then bought the topic of discussion to their conversation in the corridor, the previous day. She inquired what Kishen really wanted to say but he assured that it wasn't anything in particular.

By then the baby finished the milk in the feeder and began crying for more.

“Do you mind I feed him directly,” Neethu asked Kishen.

“Uh...sure.  I can wait in the living room.” Kishen replied.

“You can stay. I don’t mind,” said Neethu.

She gave Kishen the baby feeder and asked him to keep it on the table. He reluctantly watched as Neethu slid her left breast out of the her nightie and directed the nipple at the baby’s mouth.

Neethu noticed Kishen trying to suppress his heavy breathing. Glancing at side wall frequently, he was evidently finding it difficult to make and keep eye contact with Neethu while conversing.

“Why are you hesistant to look at me? What you are seeing is just a mother feeding her offspring. Nothing vulgar about it, Kish.” said Neethu.

Seeking Kishen ease his shyness and tension a little bit, Neethu said, “I thought that wet patch on your crotch yesterday came from cuddling your girlfriend at the park.”

“N...No...that was water,” replied Kishen.

“We’ve come this far Mr. Kishen. And we’re adults. Why do you still have to hide?” demanded Neethu.

“Ok fine! It was no gf. I was listening to a friend of mine talk about his sexual encounters, it was very arousing,” replied Kishen.

Through conversations that ensued, he went on to share with her how he felt that he was missing out on action especially that his friend started experiencing it.

Seeing that the baby was full, Neethu stood up to keep him in the crib which was also next to the bed. She didn’t bother to cover her exposed breast. For a few moments, her bare left tit was just inches away from Kishen’s face. After carefully placing the baby in the crib, Neethu turned to Kishen.

Stepping closer to Kishen, she began rocking the crib with one hand, and started humming melodies to  sleep the baby. Wiping off her baby’s saliva from her left nipple with the other hand, she watched as Kishen’s eyes shuttle helplessly between her eyes and tits. As her hums echoed in the silence of the room she gently extended her hand towards Kishen’s face. He could no longer conceal his heavy breathing.

Neethu’s hand cupped his cheeks; her fingers caressed his lips, eyebrows and earlobes, sending tinglings down his spine. She freed the other breast, leaned forward and brought her breasts closer to Kishen’s face.

“Your wait ends here,” she whispered.

Needless to say, Kishen took the plunge. He thrust his lips on her nipple so abruptly that she was nearly shaken and almost jerked the cradle. She had to push his head back to be tell him to be gentle.

Not seeming to acknowledge her request in entirety, Kishen began sucking on her nipple and running his face all over he left breast while one of his hands fondled the other. Eyes closed, she began humming and moaning, and moaning and humming. She never stopped rocking the crib with her other hand until the baby was fast asleep.

“Take it slow Kish, you are in a bit of a haste. Its all natural for first-timers, and its beautiful to feel. But try to take it slow,” she whispered.

Kishen paused, leaned back on the chair and began unzipping his pants.

“Strip fully,” ordered Neethu as she got rid of her nightie in a single swing of her hand.

The glory of her nudity beamed before Kishen. He stood up, removed his shirt, pants and inner in record time. Neethu was visibly amused. She grabbed his leaking tool and stroked it a few times.

Kishen was etching the moments in his mind. His time had finally come. It was the first time his tool was being stroked by a female and that too by a soul he often fantasized about.

Holding Kishen by his throbbing dick, Neethu walked him out of her room so as to not risk waking up the baby in anyway. She pulled him by his tool to Usha’s bedroom, which made him all the more aroused.

Neethu stood Kishen near the edge the bed--at the same spot where a few weeks back his mother had her pussy licked by his dad and Usha.

Kneeling in front of him, and holding his hands with hers, Neethu moistened her lips with her tongue and cupped his dick with her mouth. She began blowing him, while staring at him to measure his arousal and reaction. The warmth and the moistness of Neethu’s mouth working magic on Kishen’s tool ‘loosened’ him in entirety.

The creaking sound of the bed echoed in the room as Kishen sat on the bed. Standing while being sucked on appeared to be to effortful for Kishen. Neethu pushed his chest with one hand, gesturing him to lay on his back as she continued to blow him.

Shifting to a squatting position from kneeling on the floor, Neethu made Kishen move further back on the bed so as to have him spread his legs on the bed. Stroking his tool, she started sucking on his balls, and went on to orally fondle the sweaty sensitive area between his hole and balls.

Kishen remembered how Tariq had told about Hema aunty running her tongue all the way from his asshole to dick tip. He was hesitant to ask Neethu to do the same. In contrast, he didn’t feel the need to ask her to do anything as she appeared to know very well what she is doing.

There was no way Neethu was going to make any less of her opportunity to make out with her Kish. In a way, the origin of their sexual encounter goes all the way to that non sexual incident in their childhood which she fondly remembered. The memory flashed before her mind as she fingered herself while orally pleasuring Kishen.

Without taking her hand off Kishen’s tool, Neethu got on the bed, and reached for a pillow with the other arm. Helping Kishen place the pillow below his neck, she positioned her pussy right above his face. Kishen watched her smooth thighs arching over his head.

“Welcome your first 69, Kish,” said Neethu as she began blowing him.

Kishen took a moment to bask at the beauty of her semi-shaved pussy in closeup. He had already known how it smelt through her panties he used to steal. All he had to do is feel the feel he imagined he’d feel. Lifting his head, he rubbed his nose and pouted at the moist crack.

At that point Neethu stopped blowing him, lifted her chest form his abdomen, and supported herself with her elbows. She stooped to look at Kishen and their eyes met through the length of their upper bodies that ran parallel and opposite to one another. They exchanged a naughty smile of indulgence.

Taking initiative for the first time, Kishen pulled Neethu’s hips onto to his face, making her sit up-straight. Going all-in  with eyes shut tight like any first-timer, Kishen licked and tongue-fucked her. It didn’t seem to matter to him how he felt doing the deed. Noticing that Kishen was rushing it just like he had probably learned from porn, Neethu lifter her hips from his face to stop him.

“Don’t rush it Kish. Feel how it tastes. It will not be what you’d expect. Accept it anyway if you think you can take it,” said Neethu. She tenderly placed her hips back on his face and leaned forward to blow him.

That was when Kishen began taking it slow by becoming more aware  and involved in the indulgence. Guided by her moans and twitches, his lips and tongue explored the varying smoothness and coarseness of Neethu’s privates.

After a good while of mutual oral indulgence, Kishen had Neethu on all fours in doggy style. He examined her asshole and pussy-bottom like a monkey being given a new fruit. Like a horny doggo registering the smell of newly-met female canine, he impulsively placed his nose at her butthole and took a long slow sniff,

“I’m not prepped for anything anal at the moment, Kish. Lets stay away from there,” said Neethu, turning toward him.

She guided Kishen in fingering and lubricating her pussy with his saliva. With her face and chest on the bed, and ass-cheeks spread with both hands, she invited Kishen to fuck her.

“Here we go,” Kishen thought to himself as he docked his tool in her. Building speed and getting the hang of mildly-paced pleasurable thrusting, he suddenly slid his dick out just as he was about to cum. He simply couldn’t risk cumming soon and losing the arousal. To Neethu’s surprise, he  flipped her over, made her lie on her back and ran his tongue from Neethu’s buttonhole to the clit and back. He was drawing inspiration from what Tariq told him.

“I see what your trying to do Kish, but its more pleasurable for the men than the women. Its our vaginal and clit areas that are much more sensitive. Run your tongue in, through and around it. Also, spread my pussy lips, and try drawing the alphabets with your tongue.”

Kishen did exactly as Neethu ordered and ferried her to orgasm. He savored her squirt as it leaked, and kept licking until her shivering hands shad to stop him. Stroking his tool, he watched her come back to her senses from the shivering heights of orgasm. As much as he’d seen orgasms in porn, it all fell surreal to witness in real time.

“Water?” Neethu asked looking at him.

“Uh...no.” he responded.

Neethu got up from the bed, went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of cold water.

“You’ll need it later, especially after you’ve done more of the real deal,” she said as she approached the bed smiling, and tossed the bottle into a corner on the bed.

Neethu knew that as a first-time her Kishen is an observer even while in action. Like a patient tour guide, she acquainted him with moves he’s known only through porn.

Kishen, on the other hand, was getting a lot of reality checks. He realized how tit-fucking isn’t as pleasurable as it is shown in porn. He came to know how the knees can ache while pumping in missionary, and how the calves are strained in doggy style. Those inconveniences inadvertently stopped him from cumming too fast. But he was visibly getting conscious about not being able to thrust for longer periods.

Assuring Kishen that he would get better with practice, Neethu did a wonderful job of prolonging the indulgence by switching through positions, and by weaving in kisses, cuddles, and fondlings amids their intercourse. She eventually built Kishen up to his final orgasm, and made him cum explosively at her. But alas! There wasn't much ‘substance’ so to speak. Kishen looked embarrassed.

“No need to be embarrassed. Stop masturbating too much. Besides, sex is almost always worth the wait,” said Neethu as she scooped his cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean.

As they lay in bed post a wonderful session, Neethu told Kishen that she intended to have sex with him for a long time, and that being able to take his virginity was a like a jackpot win.

“Why so?” he asked.

“Just like that. I have known you through childhood and my adolescence. I don’t know if you remember the day we were fooling around before Manoj sir caught us and scolded.” she asked.

“Yes I do remember it vividly. Wait till the old man finds out we fucked,” Kishen said laughing.

Neethu laughed along.

“When was your first time? If you don’t mind me asking.” asked Kishen, kissing her cheeks.

“Of course I don’t mind. But I’d like to reveal that some other time.”

Kishen and Neethu went on to have a ‘fun’ bath, and had lunch together before he got ready to leave.

“When can we meet next?” Kishen asked Neethu, standing outside the door to her flat.

“I don’t know, I will leave tomorrow afternoon, and you shouldn't do back-to-back bunking. Besides you can’t get sex every time and anytime you want it, even if you plan it. Given your age and raging hormones, you may think life revolves around it. But it isn’t. Its just the way it is. But it is almost always worth the wait,” explained Neethu.

Kishen couldn’t agree more with her, because it has already been four weeks since he last saw their parents fuck. He remembered how even Tariq got just about a dozen of sessions with Raj uncle and Hema aunty, despite being sexually involved with them for over 8 months. But he knew he could expect something between his parents and Neethu’s coming Saturday.

“I get it. But if I come for a blowjob in the morning, can I get one? We have to take advantage of Usha aunty not being here.” Kishen asked.

“I can’t say now. If I am not in the mood, or busy with the baby, I won’t” Neethu replied frankly.

“Don’t share this with anyone unless you trust them with your life. Be sure that they can’t affect you or me in anyway. I hope you understand the risk of what we did. Also, please don’t try to fall in love with me and shit. I am a happily married wife and mother who loves everything that I’ve got. Besides, I am about 5 years elder to you.” she warned.

Kishen nodded reassuringly and walked back smiling.

Little did Neethu and Kishen know that Manoj sir, whose flat is right opposite to Neethu’s, was watching and listening to them through his door’s peephole.

“Tariq sure won’t tell this to anyone. After all, he confided in me his biggest secret,” Kishen thought to himself, as he walked to his flat.

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Meanwhile, Tariq and Hema (Deepak's mom) lay on the her bed after a steamy fucking.

“If you trust Kishen enough, bring him over someday. It has been a long while since I have been pounded by three men,” Hema says to Tariq after he told her about the conversation he had with Kishen (Part 2)

“Wow...now that just got me aroused again Hema aunty. Can I pound you once more before we call it a day?” asked Tariq.

“Make it quick, Deepak will be here soon,” Hema responded, springing into action, again.

And just as Tariq’s and his beloved Hema aunty’s eyes locked-in as he began thrusting her in missionary position, Deepak sprung the door open.

To be continued.

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Part 4: Caught In The Act

Aroused from hearing Hema’s desire to be fucked by three cocks at once, Tariq asked Hema for another quickie before he left. The risks were high as it was around the time Deepak--Hema’s son and Tariq’s best friend--would return home. But, as they say, the risk factor adds flavor to the sex, right?


Tariq didn’t have to ‘start slow’ as his semi-erect tool was already lubricated by the remnants of cum that he shot inside Hema just a while back. Soon enough he was engrossed in thrusting Hema in missionary.

It took a few more seconds for Tariq to actually register the door to Hema’s bedroom slamming open behind him.

Watching his love-gaze with Hema break, Tariq saw her expression changing instantly from lustful to utter shock.

“You mother-fucking bastard!!” yelled Deepak, and slapped Tariq just as he turned around. Hema quickly grabbed the bed sheet to cover herself and moved towards a corner of the bed.

“Man! I can explai…”

“Shut the fuck up!!!” Deepak cut Tariq from trying to speak and pushed him hard. Falling on the bed Tariq moved towards Hema in a quick reflex.

“Leave my mother alone bhenchod!!!” screamed Deepak, as he got hold of Tariq’s legs and started pulling him.

“Deepu!!! Please calm down…” screamed Hema, grabbing Tariq from being pulled.

“How could you do this to me and dad, mom?” Deepak shouted at Hema, and sprung at Tariq with his fist closed tight.

Hema lunged on Tariq before Deepak landed on him. Placing her naked body between the two young males, Hema’s head was at the receiving end of Deepak’s punch.

Hema screaming in pain snapped Deepak out of his rage. He stood back up from the bed and looked at his best friend, and his mother--both were naked and frightened. Hema knelt on the bed, and began crying. Her one hand unsuccessfully covered her breasts, and the other rubbed the back of her head where she got hit.

Seeing Hema nude, in pain and tears, both Deepak and Tariq involuntarily went on to cover her with the bed sheet. Deepak angrily snatched the sheet away from Tariq’s grip.

“Thank you for ruining my life, my best buddy!!! We are going to kill you,” Deepak said as he put the sheet around his sobbing mother. He took out his cellphone from his pocked, and dialed Raj.

“Hello?... Deepak?” Raj answered.

“Dad... come here quickly. This is shocking…” shouted Deepak.

“Is everything all right?” asked Raj. He sounded so worried and shocked that even Tariq and Hema could hear his voice through the phone.

“Just come quickly dad!!!” Deepak cried and cut the call.

As Tariq began moving towards Deepak to calm him down, he went vocally ballistic again. It froze Hema so much that she dared not to get up and answer a worried Raj’s call to her phone.

“So this was why you were so encouraging of me to fuck you mom weren’t you? You a-class pervert! You won’t get away so easily ruining my life you fuck-face!” yelled Deepak. He took out his phone again and dailed Fidah.

“Fidah aunty! Your son betrayed me and ruined my life. Now he will pay for it when my dad arrives,” screamed Deepak.

“What are you talking about Deepak?” replied Fidah who’s worrisome voice also resonated in the room.

“Come here and you will see!!!” said Deepak as he cut the call.

Putting the phone in his pocket, Deepak’s range turned to utter sorrow. Giving a helpless look at Tariq and Hema, he broke down crying. Watching him, both Hema and Tariq began tearing up.

Tariq was also worried that Fidah would soon find about his indulgence with Raj and Hema. It was under Raj’s request that he never told Fidah anything. He felt he’d broken his mother’s trust despite her being so open about his sex and sexuality.

“Son… please try to understand...” Hema tried to reason with Deepak.

“What kind of a mother are you? You are cheating on dad and that too with my best friend!” asked Deepak as he wept.

“I am just like any typical woman who is lucky to be in a family that allows open sex. We were going to tell you everything but you shut us off,” replied Hema.

“Shut up!!! I don’t want to hear anymore of your lies. Let dad come,” replied Deepak.

“Fine! Let him come. Just know that he knows everything. It was all his idea,” replied Hema.

“What?”

Deepak was startled and taken aback.

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It took  around 45 minutes for a worried to Raj to reach his apartment. He rushed home without even removing his shoes. Dashing into the bedroom, he saw Tariq and Hema sitting on the bed. Tariq was shirtless and in boxers while Hema wore a loose nightie with seemingly nothing underneath. He noticed their faces were bloated from crying.

Raj saw Deepak sitting on the floor. His son appeared to be shaken up from a fit of rage.

Deepak stood up, walked towards a confused and worried Raj, and hugged him.

Patting Deepak in consolation, Raj signaled to Tariq and Hema with his hand, “What the fuck happened?”

They responded with a thumbs up, non verbally indicating-- ‘Shit went down! But everything appears to be fine now.’

Until about 45 minutes earlier from that moment, Deepak was oblivious to how much his parents are proponents of the healthy culture of free, safe, and open sex. In fact, there were waiting to include him in their bandwagon once they were sure he’s grown and matured for it. They believed the ideal time for the revelation of their vibrant sexual lives would be after his board exams. Unfortunately, Deepak’s life, like Tariq’s, had taken sexually darker turn.

Turns out that about 8 months ago, Deepak’s virginity was taken by Rekha, the wife his math tutor Ram sir. She threatened Deepak with suicide should anyone know about them. Under the spell of Rekha’s  manipulations, Deepak never revealed anything about it to his open-minded parents or his best buddies. Every time Deepak and Rekha made out, she left him with more guilt. Rekha even feared Raj would fish everything out of Deepak through his behavioral cues. She compelled Deepak to distance himself from his parents all together.

But Deepak, unlike Tariq, is a psychologist’s son. He was well-taught about safeguarding his mental health from toxic parasitic manipulators. He bravely ended his indulgences with Rekha. But it wasn't easy for him. Every day of math tuition classes became a mental struggle where he always felt watched, to say the least.

Deepak kept avoiding Rekha and her advances with the unhealthy mental reaffirmation that sex = bad. And he couldn’t open up to his parents fearing that it might somehow lead to Rekha’s exposure. He feared he would be blamed should she really suicide.

The toxic nature of Deepak’s first sexual encounters ruined his perception and interest towwrds sex.

Even after passing boards and moving past the Rekha chapter, Deepak’s mind simply needed more time to open up to his parents like before. He continued to remain reserved with a strict conservative mindset. The limited discussions that Deepak ever did about sex and porn with his buddies where him merely trying to blend in.
 
“Fucking manipulators,” sighed Raj as he heard Deepak’s story.

“I wish you were open to us and you could have the kind of liberation that that is rare among people in our society,” said Raj.

“By the way, do you know that I am a bi, and so is Tariq and how we ended here in this arrangement.?” Raj asked Deepak.

“Yes Raj, he knows. And he even said he had his suspicions about you sexuality,” Hema said with a faint smile.

 “He even knows Tariq’s chapter of abuse, and he is now feeling sorry. We have covered all that, Raj”

Raj notices that Tariq still looked worried.

“Whats the matter Tariq, everything appears to be good now doesn’t it?” asked Raj.

“He is worried about Fidah aunty finding out that he hid all this from her. I assured him that I would say it was a prank or something. And even mom said that she would talk to her should things turn ugly,” said Deepak.

“Well, we can wait until we’re sure she’s ready to hear it all from us,” said Raj.

“She is probably on the way to here. I wonder why she hasn't reached yet,” said Tariq.

Raj looked confused.

“In an fit of rage, I dialed Fidah aunty after calling you. She has since not answered my calls. She probably left her phone at home in a hurry,” said Deepak with a sorry face.

Just then, Fidah emerged from behind Raj. Tariq and Hema stood up from the bed in utter shock.

Having entered the house in a hurry, Raj had forgotten to lock the door. Fidah had reached just a couple of minutes after Raj and overheard their entire conversation.

Raj moved aside and stepped back in caution as Fidah eyes glared at him through their niqab. Seeing Fidah, Deepak was perhaps as shocked as Tariq and Hema were when he barged into them having sex.  

Fidah stepped towards Tariq who appeared very fearful and equally tearful. In the eye-to-eye mother-son moments that followed, Tariq saw Fidah’s angry stare turning into a look of forgiveness that conveyed ‘I still love you, son!’

Mentally relieved and overwhelmed, Tariq put his head on her shoulders in utter humility. Failing to fully comprehend the mother-son dynamic, Deepak, Hema and Raj glanced confusingly at each other.

After consoling Tariq for a good bunch of seconds, Fidah turned to Hema and moved towards her. Without breaking eye contact, Fidah removed the face covering of her niqab.

“Slut! At least you could have told me. I would have happily allowed and perhaps joined in too,” Fidah said, changing her demeanor to sport a naughty smile. She pushed Hema to the bed, got up on her, held her hands firmly against the bed, and started kissing her. Utterly and pleasantly surprised, Hema responded with the same vigor.

Watching Hema and Fidah starting to make out, Raj, Deepak, and Tariq looked at each other. They  were surprised, and equally aroused. Tariq immediately got out of his boxer, just as Raj signaled him and Deepak to come near him.

“History is about to be made, lads. Tariq, go lock the main door while we undress.” ordered Raj.

By the time Tariq returned, Both Raj and Deepak were nude. Rather enchanted by what he was witnessing, Deepak involuntarily moved a few steps away from Tariq and Raj. Or maybe he subconsciously detected the bi-vibes from them.  

On his one side was his dad and best buddy feeling and fondling each other’s cocks. Deepak was fixated, however, by what was in front of him-- the sight of his mother being kissed hard and fingered through her nightie by his best friend’s mom.

Breaking from kissing Hema, Fidah turned her head around to the direction of the three males in the room. She saw Deepak stroking himself looking at her and Hema. Raj and Tariq were shagging each other with their eyes affixed in her direction as well.

Turning back to Hema and taring her nightie apart, Fidah ordered, “Ask you son to strip me.”

Before Hema could say anything, Deepak jolted onto the bed, amusing Raj and Tariq. While Fidah continued pleasuring Hema with her mouth and fingers, Deepak rolled up Fidah’s niqab and helped her get rid of it. He exposed a big wet patch at the center of Fidah’s pink leggings that covered her pantie-less bottom. Listening to their back-stories sure got Fidah wet. Her juices seeped from the patch as a curious Deepak touched to ‘see what it feels like.’

As Deepak began working on removing Fidah’s leggins and bra, she bent over to Hema and whispered in her ears, “Do you mind doing it with Deepak?”

“I guess I don’t mind,” said Hema, panting from having her pussy fingered.

When Deepak pulled away the last inch of Fidah’s skin-tight pajama, she turned around. Facing the males, she queened on Hema. Hema instantly began licking Fidah’s pussy while the fingers of her either hands spread her pussy lips. Pleasured by Hema’s oral, Fidah began putting up a show for the men by feeling herself. Moaning, she ran her hands across her neck, bosoms and curves to delight and tease the fuck out of the three male spectators.

Looking erotically at Deepak’s eyes, Fidah bent over to resume fingering Hema. She gestured at Deepak with nothing but a naughty smile, and a couple of head and eyebrow movements, “Do you want to fuck your mom?”

Tariq and Raj’s stopped at their tracks and began curiously staring at Deepak for his response.

“No!” Deepak nodded. Even Hema saw his response from the corner of her eyes.

“So be it,” Fidah nodded back, accepting his decision.

“Let me suck you then. Come closer, Deepak,” said Fidah as she continued fingering Hema.

In the heat of seeing his mother suck on his best friend’s cock while fingering his mom, Tariq’s hand  appeared to automatically guide Raj’s head to his dick. In moments, Raj and Fidah were rhythmically blowing each other’s sons. Their eyes often met in the process.

Hearing Deepak and Tariq moan in unison, Hema moved away from under Fidah and sprung up. Kneeling on the bed with one hand placed on Fidah’s back and the other fingering herself, she announced, “Don’t stop blowing, whoever cums last is the winner. Lets go! up, up up…”

Hema’s playfully naughty announcement shifted everyone’s mood to a more jovial one. It was much needed given the roller-coaster of events that transpired to the erotic environment.

Playing along, Fidah and Raj began blowing even more synchronously. Deepak knew he would cum first as he had been rather punishing himself with abstinence. Tariq, on the other hand, already had a round with Hema before the fiasco. To increase his winning chances, Deepak proposed that the blowers are to not use their hands and only blow by moving their necks.

Even as Raj and Fidah obliged to the rule, Deepak had to surrender. He unloaded massively in Fidah’s mouth with an even massive moan.

“Yay!!! we have a winner….,” announced Hema, just as Fidah sat up on her knees, and pulled her closer. Holding Deepak’s cum in her mouth, Fidah grabbed Hema by the pussy. She laid her down and ‘poured’ some of it into her mouth. As Hema readily swallow her son’s cum, Fidah spit the rest of the cum on Hema’s pussy and smeared it all over.

Seeing Fidah getting nasty and fingering Hema’s cum-spread pussy, Deepak got hard again and Tariq came instantly into Raj’s mouth. Fidah fingered-fucked Hema heavily until she began to squirt, at which point, Tariq quickly came near his mom in savoring Hema’s juices.

Hema watched in pleasure as the mother-son duo licked from her pussy he mix of her squirt and her son’s cum.

On Hema’s semi-instructive gestures, Deepak and Raj, the dad-son duo, proceeded to pleasure Fidah’s holes with their fingers. They also took turns lick her. While the dad and son worked on Fidah’s bottom, Hema slid away, again, and assumed the doggy posture. Getting Hema’s cue, Fidah readjusted her mouth to rim her. Having Tariq stand near her face, Hema began sucking his semi erect dick.

Standing tall on the bed, Tariq’s arousal went a notch higher as he saw the group sex circuit in its glory. His dick was in the mouth of the women whose ass was being being explored by his mother’s tongue while she herself was being licked and fingered by his best friend and his dad.

Tariq also noticed that Deepak was too conscious about ‘touching’ or ‘coming in contact’ with Raj. And Raj, on the other hand, was conscious about not ‘turning-off’ Deepak with that.

“Deepak needs to get over such silly inhibitions,” thought Tariq.

Hearing Fidah moaning louder, Hema took another initiative. Breaking the circuit and teasing everyone, again, Hema had Deepak bring the computer chair from the corner of the room. She made Raj sit on it, and pulled Fidah by her hand.

“The chair won’t break. Rest you back fully on Raj. For better balance, rest your head on his shoulder,” said Hema.

Doing as Hema instructed, Fidah could feel Raj’s chest and tummy pushing against her back with the rhythm of his breathing. Hema meticulously lifted both of Fidah’s legs so as to have her squat on Raj’s thighs. Raj’s hands fastened Fidah’s body-back to his on his like a seatbelt. Tariq offered his hand to Fidah tfor support.

Ensuring that their balance was intact, Hema lubricated Raj’s throbbing cock-head with her spit and directed it into Fidah’s asshole. Deepak and Tariq watched curiously as Raj and Fidah got comfortable in their positions and subsequent humping. Moving closer, they observed the spasms of Fidah’s vaginal lips and flesh as Raj’s cock began entering her rear.

Hema then brought her son right in front of the the ‘set-up,’ and pushed his tool into Fidah’s wet pussy.

Having helped her husband and son in commencing their double penetration (DP) on Fidah, Hema turned to Tariq.

“Now let me lubricate your rear for my husband…,” Hema said to Tariq. He was standing watch while holding his mother’s hand to help her balance. Hema went behind Tariq, knelt and began rimming him.
While still holding Fidah’s hands, Tariq bent over  slowly to better spread his rear for Hema. His face was just inches away from his mother’s pussy that was being DP’d by Raj and Deepak.

“Ahh...please do your signature snake-mode, aunty,” requested Tariq. Fulfilling his request, Hema’s tongue began protruding in and out of her pouting lips, in a timed manner. Going in and out of Tariq’s asshole, it rapidly moved up and down while inside him.

“Man!!! Those two are at whole other level of sexual familiarity,” thought Deepak, as he soon got engrossed in fucking Fidah.

Just as things were well into the right momentum--“Ouch...ahh..Ouch….I’ve got a muscle cramp,” shouted Fidah. Deepak stopped thrusting and took his dick out, not knowing what to do. Freeing Fidah from her plight, Raj got up from the chair. His ‘seatbelt’ hands carried a shyly giggling Fidah, like JCB, and tossed her on the bed. Tariq was quick to go next to Fidah and massage his mother’s cramped thighs.  Raj went and sat on Fidah’s chest for her to blow him.

Hema encouraged Deepak to join her in licking Fidah’s pussy, which he happily agreed to do. He was, however, reluctant and was conscious about his tongue or face ‘touching’ his mother’s while pleasuring Fidah.

“Its ok bro. Its not incest if your tongues or faces rub while doing that. You saw me and mom licking the fuck out of your mom’s pussy right? Just go all in bro!!!Shed your inhibitions” said Tariq.

“He is right Deepu,” said Hema. “Try getting used to it if you can,”

“Also, its not deemed homosexual if two or more dicks touch while pleasuring or being pleasured by a woman or women,” added Tariq, as he continued to massage Fidah who was sucking Raj off.

“Tariq is right. You need some getting used to, Deepu,” added Hema. Without risking getting Deepak too uncomfortable, Hema encouraged him to lick Fidah alongside her.

It didn’t take long for Deepak to not be bothered about his tongue touching his mother’s. After all, he trusted that Hema respected his decision to no indulge directly with her even though she kinda wanted to.

Hema also guided Deepak in fingering Fidah and running his tongue on Fidah’s clit.

“Oooh yeah!!!” moaned Fidah, taking Raj’s dick out of her mouth. “Now make your son fuck me before I cum, Hema. And that’s enough massage from your Tariq. I am  fine now, son,” she added before going back to orally pleasuring Raj.

With Raj’s ‘cooperation,’ Hema had Fidah’s hips moved slightly towards at the edge of the bed for Deepak to pump. Deepak assumed the uncomfortable (and funny) semi-squatting position to hump Fidah in missionary. Seeing this, Hema helped him assume a better and more comfortable stance.

“Lean over her and support your upper body with your hands on the bed, on her either side,” Hema suggested.  As Deepak assumed the position, Fidah’s hand guided his throbbing dick into her pussy. Hema then knelt behind Deepak, and gave him a motherly peck on his ass cheek. She started pushing his hips with both her hands, adding  weight to his thrusts.

Withholding himself from ejaculating, Raj stood up from Fidah’s chest, got out of the bed, and asked Tariq to lie next to his mother.

Standing next to Deepak, Raj proudly watched his son pound Fidah while being assisted by his wife. As Tariq laid next to Fidah, Hema’s fingers wet his rear with her saliva. Soon, Raj began thrusting Tariq, assuming the same leaning posture as Deepak. Hema moved on her knees to position herself between (and right behind) her son and hubby. She lent either of her hands to aid each of their hips with the extra push they needed for thrusting.

The sounds of moans and grunts filled the room in sync with the near-creaky sound of the bed.

 Whenever their eyes opened in between the pleasure intake, Fidah and Tariq saw the lustful eyes of the mother-father-son trio feasting on them. Deepak and Raj often looked and nodded at each other like two partners in crime. Hema and Fidah exchanged thankful glances for the new cocks and action that await in their lives from that point forward.

Tariq’s and Fidah’s hands clutched each other’s as they were being pounded. They enjoyed how the sides of their bodies, shoulders and thighs touched while laying next to each other and being fucked.

Amid al that steamy action, Tariq’s and Deepak’s eyes met in acknowledgment. In a matter of hours, they went from being best buddies, to being on the verge of their friendship being shattered, to being buddies who now fuck each other’s moms.

In time, Fidah came first, followed by Raj and Deepak. The moans of their ejaculation appeared to tail one another. And just as Raj pulled out of Tariq, Hema went-on to stroke Tariq intensely, making cum in another minute.
Hema watched Tariq and Fidah curl up facing each other, preparing to sleep like two tired toddlers. Their their holes were leaking with her son’s and husband’s cum. Grabbing her torn nightie that lay at the corner of the bed, Hema went on to gently wipe the seeping cum off of Fidah’s and Tariq’s holes.

“Could you adjust?” said Hema as she too went on to lay on the bed after tossing blankets for everyone. Deepak and Raj soon snuggled on to her either sides.

Making themselves comfortable on the bed, everyone quickly dozed off. They would soon be awakened by insatiable thirst and hunger which they would satisfy with a nude dinner session in the middle of the night.

The group’s dinner discussions entailed Tariq proposing how Kishen would be a worthy addition to the group. It came off as a surprise revelation for Deepak and Raj. Hema and Fidah were enticed by the possibility of being simultaneously DP’d.

While this event between Tariq and Deepak unfolded, Kishen was in Usha’s flat. With no one home, he was looking to swap Usha’s and Neethu’s old panties with freshly worn ones. Little did he know that he was moment’s away from being caught red-handed, again, by Manoj sir.

To be continued.

[tweeny_fory]

ow what an erotic story. loved the entire friends and familys opening up to each other

[authorerotica]

Thank you for the compliment. Glad that you liked the story. More to come. :)

[authorerotica]

Part 5: Hello, Beast

The time had finally come for Kishen to safely swap Neethu's and Usha's panties for new ones. Under the pretext of feeding Usha's fish,as she had gone to her native, Kishen entered her empty home. He sifted through Usha's pile of dirty laundry. To his surprise, he noticed that there was a comparatively bigger pantie in the pile. It smelt different too. Realizing that it wasn't Usha aunty's or Neethu's he didn't give it much thought and placed it aside.

For several minutes, he hugged and embraced the pile for it preserved the sweet smell of his Usha aunty's sweat and perfume. He had all the time he wanted.

Kishen wasn't also much keen on taking Neethu's panties as he's already hit the jackpot as far as fucking her was concerned (Part 3). He even got a heavenly blowjob from Neethu earlier in the day before he left for his PU college.

"I could have just asked her for one of her panties and she would have given me. Why didn't I think of it?" Kishen wondered.

Kishen took one of Usha's pantie from the heap and left the house, fully content.

Locking Usha's main door behind him, he looked at the door opposite--the door to Manoj sir's house.

"How would the fierce old man react to the news of me and Neethu? He sure would be red with anger" Kishen thought and giggled.

In front of him stood the door to the house of the man who was a strict figure to Kishen and Neethu since childhood.

Kishen looked cautiously to his either sides of the veranda to see if anyone was around. Seeing that the corridor was empty, some sort of confidence and a sense of victory consumed Kishen. You know, the kind of 'I'm an adult,' feeling after losing virginity.

Kishen stepped towards Manoj sir's door. He took out Usha's pantie and sniffed it while giving a challenging look at the name plate titled "Manoj Mohan, Retd. Head Master."

Just then, to Kishen's utter shock, the door stood open and there stood Manoj sir. He had been watching Kishen through the peep hole of his door. Seeing Manoj sir's inquiring demeanor, Kishen literally peed in his shorts out of fear. He barely had time to stuff Usha's pantie back into his pocket.

Manoj sir stepped out, grabbed Kishen by the collar, dragged him into his house, and closed the door behind him, all in a few seconds. He pushed Kishen to the sofa in his living room.

Hearing the commotion, Deepthi (Manoj sir's obedient wifey) came out of her bedroom.

"Take that thing out of your pocket..." ordered Manoj sir, pointing at Usha's panties sticking out of Kishen's pocket.

"I don't have anything sir...." uttered Kishen, trying to cover the panties with his hands.

"How dare you lie to me!" said Manoj sir and reached-out to Kishen's pocket. Even though the man was around 60 years old, he was as strong as a UFC fighter. Kishen's grip on the pantie didn't even have a chance.

"Hmm...what have we here?" said Manoj sir, holding the pantie and stretching it with both hands. He then sniffed them,"so you're lusting after Usha huh?"

Deepthi giggled, further embarrassing Kishen.

"If you don't want the world to know about this, go tell your mom that you're in my house helping me with the PC, and that you'd be here for a few hours. You have exactly 3 minutes. Now GO!!!" shouted Manoj sir.

Kishen ran out, and did as he was told. He soon returned with Savitri. Upon hearing Savitri approach, Manoj sir quickly tossed the pantie to a corner.

"Sir, Kishen says you needed some help with the computer. He looks a little worried, is everything alright? Did he come up to some mischief?" asked Savi.

"No Savi, everything is fine. The young man has always been scared of me. We are going to be good friends by the end of it," replied Manoj sir.

"And if it gets too late, he is more than welcome to stay here, Savi," added Deepthi.

Savi nodded with a smile and left, leaving Kishen with Deepthi and Manoj sir.

"Lock the door and...take a seat," said Manoj sir pointing to the sofa, after regaining composure from laughing.

Kishen frantically did as ordered.

Despite a moderately big pot belly and gray hair, Manoj sir looked pretty fit for a 60 year old man. Kishen also noticed Deepthi looking at him and smiling in an 'I-wanna-sex-you,' manner. He felt awkward as he knew her as a chubby, soft-spoken and husband-worshiping woman.

Manoj sir took a chair, put it right in front of Kishen and sat on it with a forward leaning posture. To Kishen's eyes, he looked like a detective getting ready to interrogate. His face was inches away from Kishen's.

"Remove you pee soaked shorts, I don't want you stinking up my couch," ordered Manoj sir, rather sternly. Kishen was hesitant or rather processing what he just heard.

"Now!!!" shouted Manoj sir. He began pulling down Kishen's shorts from his legs just as Kishen's trembling hands untied it. He tossed the piss-soaked shorts to the side, which Deepthi picked up. Covering his bare groin with his hands, Kishen watched Deepti's disappear into the the dark corridor in their house connecting the living room to their bedroom. He wondered what she was going to do with his pee shorts.

Manoj sir looked at Kishen's fearful eyes for a few moments, and...of all things, smiled!

Kishen was utterly surprised by the sudden change in Manoj sir's demeanor.

"Beta, I know were scared of me when you were a boy. You are a grown man now. And we are adults...so pls don't be alarmed," said Manoj sir.

Just then, Deepthi came in with a towel and offered it to Kishen. She then picked Usha's pantie from the corner of the room and handed it over to her husband. Leaning back, Manoj sir watched smilingly as Kishen embarrassingly stood up from the sofa to tie the towel around his waist.

"You are a very good young man!!! Neethu beti told me," Manoj sir added as Kishen sat down on the sofa. Deepthi also sat on the sofa at a leg-length distance next to Kishen.

"Uh...Th...thank you sir. And I am really sorry," said Kishen, wondering to himself how and when on earth Neethu and Manoj sir started to get along.

"She also told me how much she found you to be respectful of me despite being weary of my strictness," added Manoj sir.

Kishen was taken aback. He realized what Manoj sir was referring to the conversation that Neethu and Kishen earlier in the day.

In the conversation, Neethu had badmouthed Manoj sir for scolding them years back. Kishen was however, annoyed and surprised at Neethu's behavior. He took Manoj sir's side by reasoning that what he had done was right, as an adult. He also told told her that it that was bad to cuss at one of the most respected persons in the building. Manoj sir was also the leader of their residents' association.

"Why did Neethu have to tell all that to Manoj sir? Did he hear us and confront her? Is he planning something? Was Neethu trying to save my ass? Does he know that we are having sex?" Kishen wondered, looking confused.

"Its a mark of your honesty, and integrity, Kishen," commented Deepthi.

"...and after hearing that, I was looking to commend you myself. But doing it while catching you sneaking Usha's underwear was not the way I wanted it," added Manoj sir, as he played with Usha's panties.

Kishen didn't know what to say. He just looked down embarrassed.

"I am really sorry sir," he begged.

Kishen heard Deepthi giggling again. He noticed she was looking at him as though they were playing a prank on him. And just as Kishen turned back to Manoj sir's direction, he was shocked to see him fully immersed in sniffing the pantie.

Opening his eyes and seeing Kishen look at him surprised, Manoj sir leaned forward and asked him, "Tell me honestly, Kishen, as a friend, what do you do with these panties?"

"I...uh.. I smell them and..." Kishen responded hesitantly, turning a couple of times towards Deepthi. She was looking at him and smiling, as though she was watching a reaction video.

"You masturbate.... I know. But be more specific, what else?, telling the truth will bring you great benefits," responded Manoj sir.

"...well, I just..um..do the deed and go back to sleep," responded Kishen.

"Ok, let me make this easier for you. Just answer with a yes or no. Don't be shy. Ok?" asked Manoj sir.

Kishen nodded.

"While sniffing at the pantie and masturbating, do you see yourself being scolded by Usha aunty?"

"No," Kishen responded, frowning a little.

"Do you see yourself being tied, humiliated, or even hurt by Usha or whoever you fantasize about?"

"No sir..." Kishen replied with a weirded-out expression, which Deepthi noticed.

"Can I count on your honesty?" asked Manoj sir.

"Yes sir, I am telling the truth. I don't have such BDSM fantasies," responded Kishen.

"Ok, I believe you. If you do such fetishes as I suspected from your pantie cravings, I need to tell you how to be cautious while practicing it. It is, after all, sexuality, and one should embrace it. But one should also be careful of exhibiting it to people they only truly trust. Otherwise it can be a damage to reputation. So, I need to once again confirm form you. Do you do have such fetishes? Let me know honestly and I can help you out," added Manoj sir.

"No sir, that is not like me." replied Kishen.

"How would you see me if I had such fetishes?" asked Manoj sir.

Drawing from the sexo-philosophical-cum-psychological insights that Tariq gave him, Kishen replied, "Well, no one should be embarrassed about their sexuality and sexual preferences, as long as the people involved are open to it."

"Beautifully answered, Kishen," said Deepthi. "Glad to know you are aware of BDSM. Probably from porn, right?"

She then moved to sit cross-legged on the sofa, pulling up her nightie above her knees. Kishen couldn't help but steal glimpses of her bare foot, dusky calves, a tone darker knees, and fleshy thighs. His tool began tenting the towel he wore.

"Ah somebody is horny for you legs, Deepthi," said Manoj sir smiling.

Kishen looked down and covered his tent in embarrassment.

"C'mon now, don't pretend to be shy...we know you did it with Neethu," replied Deepthi, surprising Kishen.

Sitting on the sofa, Deepthi turned her body towards Kishen. She placed both her legs on his lap, and leaned back to comfortably rest her head on the sofa's armrest. With her feet, she began to playfully push away his hands covering his groin. She then stated circling his tent with the sole of her feet.

Aroused, Kishen placed his hands on her chubby legs and watched her smiling seductively at him.

"To be sure, let me test and measure how far you can go with your pantie kink," said Deepthi.

Upon hearing Deepthi, Kishen looked at Manoj sir. Sitting in utter silence of arousal, Manoj sir appeared to enjoy what he saw. There was a smile of approval on Manoj sir's face which allowed Kishen to totally rid of any inhibitions.

Lifting one of her feet up to Kishen's face-level, Deepti asked him to kiss it. Lovingly and romantically, Kishen began kissing, sniffing and rubbing his face all over Deepti's feet. Watching him, Manoj sir did the same with Usha's panties.

Deepthi made Kishen turn to her side, and placed both of her feet on his either shoulders. He ran his either hands through the length of her legs like they were brand new veenas. He could hear Manoj sir's heavy and aroused breathing right next to him. Sniffing Usha's panties Manoj sir was observing them without batting an eyelid. He was also rubbing his dick from outside his lungi.

"Lick it," Deepthi ordered in a rather loud and authoritative tone. But she noticed that Kishen became instantly hesitant. "Probably because of my dominating tone," she wondered. However, Manoj sir leaned forward to lick it.

Wack!!! Deepthi kicked Manoj sir's face so hard that he fell on the floor. Kishen was taken aback, and lost all his arousal.

"Not you! You old bastard," Deepthi shouted at Manoj sir, with a fierce look.

Not saying a word, Manoj sir knelt on the floor, looking down at the floor like a slave. Kishen knew at that instance that he was getting into some BDSM and cuckold action, and that he had to play along.

"Not really my kink," he thought. He however wasn't any less excited. He only wished he watched more BDSM porn to get along better.

"Kishen, my new found young and lively love, don't pay heed to how I treat this horny bastard. He deserves it. And tonight, you, my dear, deserve all my love and affection," said Deepthi in a polar-opposite friendly and loving manner from how she just treated Manoj sir. "Come love, bring my feet together and lift them up,"

Doing as Deepthi asked, Kishen saw her nightie fall to her hip-level, which she pulled further up. She revealed a plain light blue pantie tucked smoothly between her chubby thighs and tummy. Folding her legs, she removed the panties and tossed it to him, which he caught with both his hands. It certainly looked bigger in his hands, and he noticed that it had a wet patch, which he sniffed with deep inhalations and closed eyes.

And much to a delight upon opening his eyes, Deepthi spread her legs and started fingering herself. The whole of her hand appeared to slide into her fleshy pussy.

"If my pantie has served you well Kishen, please throw it at the face of my useless old husband who is kneeling before you," requested Deepthi. Kishen was hesitant out of his respect for Manoj sir. But looking at Manoj sir's eyes, he could tell that he wanted it and that it aroused him.

Kishen threw the pantie right at Manoj sir's face, and watched him grab it, and stuff it in his mouth. After a few moments, he laid it down on the flow, next to Usha's pantie and began sniffing them on all fours, like a dog. Kishen was amused to see that Manoj sir even panted like dog.

"I am sorry Kishen that he snatched Usha's panties from you," consoled Deepti. "Continue sniffing on those you dirty dog!!!" she ordered Manoj sir.

Deepthi got up from the sofa, got rid of her nightie and bra. Looking at Kishen lustfully and playfully, Deepthi revealed her heavy hanging assets. Seeing Manoj sir engrossed in sniffing the panties, she kicked his buttocks hard that he fell over on the floor squealing. She ordered him to strip while being on all fours and asked him to cover his face with her panties and to wear Usha's panties.

Like a strict warden standing tall, Deepthi observed Manoj sir do as directed. She then placed a chair behind Manoj sir's buttocks, and tenderly directed Kishen to stand on it. She then made Kishen deliver a painful wedgie to Manoj sir. She simultaneously suffocated Manoj sir by pulling hard the portion of her panties that covered the back of his head as though it were the string of a bow. She then vigorously stroked the stretched elastic and fabric up and down. Manoj sir's semi-muffled gurgle filled the room.

Kishen was aroused watching the merciless dominance of the nude, chubby woman who was but tender towards him. He couldn't fully involve though. It was all new to him, and he wasn't particular into the fetish. Or so he thought. He was also mildly concerned about how Manoj sir would treat him after the session.

Nonetheless, Kishen continued to wedgie for a good while, hoping that Manoj sir was enjoying it all.

"Come here you dirty dog!" Deepthi ordered to a panting Manoj sir as she stepped to a corner. Manoj sir followed her on all fours. She then positioned her pussy to his face-level and asked him to lick it, "like a good dog."

Kishen was surprised to see Manoj sir do it the same way a dog would--panting with the tongue out, flapping it between his lips in a slurpy manner, and sloppily licking and sniffing Deepthi's pussy.

"Just like that...Good boy!!" Deepthi encouraged Manoj sir. The sight of Deepthi semi-squatting and moaning at the oral from her submissive role playing hubby made Kishen all the more aroused, and equally curious. He stood there like an ardent observer who got to witness acrobatics up close for the first time.

"Freeze," she said to the "doggo." It stood still like a well-trained one.

"Kishen, grab that trophy from there," she ordered Kishen pointing at a near dildo-like trophy from their showcase. She encouraged Kishen to 'do the deed' but seeing that he was scared to do it, she grabbed it from his and thrust it mercilessly inside Manoj sir's butthole.

Seeing Manoj sir shriek and tremble in pain, Kishen was startled. Deepthi momentarily broke her dominant character, approached Kishen and whispered, "Its ok, Kishen, he is enjoying it. Even I was fearful at first. We won't cross the limits and we have a safe word."

"I'll be right back," Deepthi said, snapping back to her dominant character as she walked to the room.

Kishen was left alone with the doggo. With the trophy still sticking out of its ass, it turned to Kishen and started coming near his leg and began to sniff them. It playfully followed Kishen around as much as he tried to awkwardly move away from it. Hoping to 'help' the doggo, Kishen managed to pull out the trophy in the process. Sadly, the doggo shrieked again in pain. Deepthi returned just then holding a ball gag, collar and leash, and a flogger.

Fitting them on the doggo, Deepthi made it jump on to the sofa. Having it sit back, she pinched and squeezed its nipple, penis and balls. Much to the amusement of Kishen, not one sound that came from Manoj's sir mouth resembled that of a human.

Although Kishen was far from being aroused from all what Deepthi was engaged in, he noticed how through each successive pain infliction, Manoj sir was staying erect and oozing cum. It was a sign that he was enjoying it all, which, in turn, got Kishen more involved in watching Deepthi inflicting pain on Manoj sir.

He watched her flog Manoj sir mercilessly, push down the trophy up his ass and mouth several times, fart on his face a couple of times and make him lick her asshole.

"Just like that...oohh yeah... Good doggo," Deepthi moaned as she looked at Kishen with 'do-you-like-what-you-see' look. Standing watch with his hands mildly stroking his dick, Kishen stared back with a look of curiosity. He was more fixated on how she looked bending forward--for the doggo to lick her clean--with legs apart and hands supported on either knees. The smoothness of her hanging melons beamed innocence, contrasting her dominating character.

Kishen was also, for the first time, experiencing a special kind of erection--one that arises from helping others indulge in their sexual fetishes.

Deepthi was also charging Kishen up in another manner. The tendency to push himself in and 'take charge' of her was building up in him. Deep inside, he began craving to be the master to the mistress, and 'rescue' the doggo, or perhaps 'own' it. Uncertain of how he would perform or how it may turn out in reality, Kishen suppressed his urges. He chose to watch Deepthi taking the time to pleasuring Manoj sir with pain.

Deepti and Manoj sir, on the other hand, were expecting so much that Kishen would go dominant. Deepti hoped that at some point he would play along and attempt to do to her what she was doing to Manoj sir. Unfortunately they mistook Kishen's curiosity for uninvolvement. Deepti decided to 'normalize' things for Kishen.

"It doesn't seem to go as expected. But he is a lovely young man. After I've satisfied Manoj, let me give him my all in the way he is most comfortable," Deepti thought.

After a good half hour that entailed spanking, intense flogging, insults, spitting, kicking, pinching, and slapping, Deepthi dragged the doggo by the leash while pulling Kishen by his dick.

She brought them to the bedroom where Kishen's shorts lay at a corner. The doggo immediately went to sniff at it for a while and then sat-up on all fours. "Stay!! and don't be a bad dog..." Deepthi ordered. The doggo seemed to understand and wagged its 'tail' before sitting down.

Deepthi then turned to Kishen and winked with a smile. From her looks he understood that she was now all his.

Taking their own sweet time as the doggo watched, they smooched, fondled each other's privates, felt one other in entirety and fell on the bed--like long lost lovers. Deepti changed her demeanor to allow Kishen to make love to her in the only way he knew how to.

On all fours on the bed with her bottom facing the doggo, she began blowing Kishen.

Kishen could see utmost arousal in the doggo's eyes. The most respected and highly regarded member of his building was sitting like a horny dog and watching his supremely obedient wife getting pounded by a young lad.

"What could be the pleasure in that?" Kishen wondered, as he still found it hard to look authoritatively at the eyes of Manoj sir.

"Neethu may have taken your virginity, but your little hole is all mine," said Deepthi.

She then turned Kishen around, made him sit on all fours and began licking his asshole. The hairs on his skin stoop up in jolt as her wet tongue touched his hole for the first time ever.

Sitting on her knees, she began to tongue-fuck him. Kishen learned at that moment that his butthole is more responsive to slimy tongues more than a touch-me-not plant's sensitivity to human touch. He could barely contain the feeling.

"No wonder dad enjoys it so much," he thought, reflecting back to the time he peeked to Sunil being fingered by Usha aunty and Savitri (Part 1).

ff...finger me too," Kishen said trying hard to speak from the pleasure of being licked.

"too?!? who else am I fingering?" asked Deepthi.

"I...ah...I meant.... just me..ah," clarified Kishen.

"With pleasure...Kishen. Get up and step forward," responded Deepthi.

She had him bend over with his hands on the headboard of the bed for support. Spreading his ass cheeks with with the fingers of her left hand, she licked the middle and point fingers of her right hand and began pressing his hole. Each of her presses were firmer than the last. In the process, her lips pouted to mildly blow on-and-around his crack, sending cold shivers throughout his bottom, and hips.

"Relax your thighs, it might feel weird at first, and I may not put it all the way in unless I'm sure your bowel is empty," said Deepthi.

Kishen nodded in agreement.

"Don't be too concerned, just take pleasure in your asshole being stretched, nothing more nothing less. Don't expect anything else. Agree?" she added.

Kishen nodded, breathing heavily in anticipation. He could also hear the heavy breathing of Manoj sir. He dared not to look back.

Deepthi slowly slid her middle finger in and began wiggling it. Kishen felt numb vibrations originating from the periphery of his hole's hole. Although he felt nothing more, for some reason, he didn't want Deepthi to stop either. He liked the way his lower bottom felt and vibrated. His right hand automatically began stroking his dick. He could feel more of Deepti's middle finger slide inside him.

The 'weird' pleasurable sensation amped correspondingly.

"Its pleasurable, but not the way I imagined it would feel," he thought.

Deepthi began wiggling her finger finger rigorously.

"Slow down pls," Kishen asked instantly. Deepthi obliged. She knew he was zoning in and out of prostrate stimulation, trying to get to the perfect pace and pressure. Kishen couldn't get enough of it. He had her finger wiggle in him until her hand ached.

"That felt weird, but insanely pleasurable," Kishen said after a goof while, as he turned back and knelt in front of Deepthi,

"Lucky there was no poop involved. I was a bit scared about it. I didn't go all the way in though," said Deepthi as she giggled and licked her finger.

"I need to go to the loo," said Kishen.

"Its just a sensation, your butthole nerves are confused," said Deepthi. "It will go after a while, Kishen"

Deepthi proceeded to kiss Kishen on his lips. She could sense gratitude in the way he intimately reciprocated to her kiss. She had, after all, introduced him to a special kind of sensation.

Deepthi and Kishen transitioned from smooching to 69. She went on to embrace his body with hers through a series of cuddles and positions that assured maximum skin-to-skin contact. They curled like snakes, teased and tongue-explored each other's genitalia like monkeys, rolled over each other like bears, sometimes even forgetting that they were being watched by the doggo.

Deepthi then went on to sit on Kishen's face, almost burying it between her plump thighs and fleshy pussy. His fingers explored her asshole, much like how she had done it to him. She oozed her liquids like a leaking tap. The juices overload even choked Kishen. Manoj the doggo sat at the corner watching them in action and pleasured itself.

Letting Kishen know that she came to know from Neethu that he is yet to experience anal, she proudly, honorably and ritualistically made herself the owner of the first butthole that Kishen would ever fuck.

But little did she know, she was awakening a beast within Kishen.

Hearing Deepthi yell, "destroy that butthole," snapped something in him.

He could no longer hold his urges to go on beast mode --something which he himself never knew was part of his sexuality, until a while back.

To her pleasant surprise, Deepti began hearing bestial grunts that deepened in sync with increasingly harder thrusts on her asshole, and equally tighter grips on her hips. The couple's plans didn't appear to falter after all! Even the doggo wiggled in excitement.

"Bitch..bitch...bitch..."

Deepti heard Kishen utter, trying his best to suppress the voice.

"I am a degenerate Kishen!!! Treat me me as such. I don't deserve your tender love," yelled Deepti.

"Shut the fuck up, Biiitchhhh!!!," shouted Kishen at the top of his voice. As though his voice was breaking free of something that suppressed it.

"AAAWOOOO," the doggo howled in excitement just then.

"Watch me decimate your mistress," Kishen shouted at the doggo, while still pumping Deepthi hard.

The observer part of Kishen wanted to break off and break down laughing after hearing the howl, but that part was far too weak with the transcendental insurgence of his new avatar.

That moment on, Kishen was fully carried away in testing his limits in inflicting pleasurable pain and in getting down and dirty. Holding Deepti by the neck, he kissed her deep and hard that her lips started to swell.

He head-fucked her on the bed like a maniac, with the affirmation that he wouldn't stop even if her neck sprained. He thrust his tool deep in her mouth and held it there while he kept her nose pinched form breathing.

"Femdom Whore," "Slut Cunt." "Sadistic Horny Bitch," Kishen hurled at Deepthi throughout their long session. She couldn't get enough it, just like Manoj sir.

Kishen somehow couldn't stop himself from biting harder, Deepti's lips, earlobes, nipples and even her clit. He aggressively licked her pussy clean like it was the wrapper of a melted chocolate candy. His tongue didn't even spare a millimeter of her gaping butthole. Like a horny beast he tried to widen the orifice of her butthole by stretching it with the 'claws' of his hands, and voraciously tongue fucking it. He fist fucked her vagina like his hands were the shaft of a motor.

Kishen's uninhibited flogging were so hard that at the end of the session, red lines crisis-crossed her dusky, smooth breasts, butt cheeks, bare back, plump thighs, and abdomen.

It took quite a few ejaculations--some even without a drop of cum--and subsequent exhaustion for Kishen to descent back to his normal self.

That night. Manoj sir and Deepthi witnessed Kishen evolve from the tender and innocent love-maker, who just surrender his virginity the other day, to becoming a ruthless lust monger. They knew that he would later come to his senses and be borderline guilty and ashamed of his newfound aggressive sexual potential.

They hoped that in time and with enough experience, he would learn to tame it enough to match with the tolerance- and tenderness-factor of his partners. They were aware of the possibility that he might also balance-out his tendencies with a craving to be on the submissive end of BDSM, like Manoj sir.

They weren't sure how things would turn out. No one can be sure, for that matter. But they knew that he was also embarking on a journey similar to what they've been through.

The session ended with Manoj sir being freed of his physical bondage--but not his character, yet--and being made to lick Kishen's cum off Deepti's face and body. Under Deepthi's command, he was even made to drink with a straw the water that a 'tired' Kishen poured into Deepti's butthole. Manoj sir then followed her to the bathroom where she peed on his face while stroking and blowing him in 69.

Kishen watched Manoj sir shiver from cumming explosively.

"You see that Kishen? That's the beauty of edging," said Deepthi.

Kishen found it all all the more arousing, and he began wondering how it would it feel like to be at the receiving end like Manoj sir.

Manoj sir came out out of his submissive character, and got his piss drenched body up from the bathroom tiles.

"Whew...that was a unique experience. Thank you so so much Kishen beta. We need to talk a bit before you can finish," said Manoj sir.

As a token of gratitude, the two males then worked together to finger pleasuring Deepthi on the bathroom floor way until she came once more. The three of them then proceed to shower.

The time was nearing midnight.

Deepthi went back to being the soft-spoken husband-respecting being that she is, and so did Manoj sir, sporting his de-facto natural personality that commanded everyone's respect. Kishen, on the other hand, gained a new-found knowledge of in his sexuality.

"What the fuck was I doing?" Kishen wondered.

Deepthi and Manoj sir noticed that Kishen, having come 'down to earth' from his sexual high, was becoming embarrassingly aware of his aggressive tendencies. He had seen all over Deepti's body, the marks of the flogging he inflicted on her like a maniac. Seeing him apologetic to Deepthi for what he did, they advised him on the importance of 'taming' his tendencies and conveyed how it is something that's not to be ashamed of.

"I have been so pleasurably worn and torn that nothing can probably hurt me anymore, Kishen. I may be wrong though, and so it'd be good to be considerate for everyone's safety, especially if you are not aware of the sexual wavelength of your partner. Lets see how you perform next time," said Deepthi.

"The way we on-boarded you was also kind of abrupt. I was just winging in. It usually involves a lot of intimacy, normal sex, and discussion. There ought to have been a safe word communicated to you," said Manoj sir. "Like how we on-boarded Neethu.

Through the dinner table discussions, Kishen came to know that that the youthful the person fucking Deepthi or BDSM-ing Manoj sir, the more aroused he becomes. He learned how Deepthi, therefore, worked to pique Neethu's interests in being a dominatrix to Manoj sir, soon after she turned 18--something which Neethu honored as recently as the day she took Kishen's virginity.

"There is something special about how her pointy high-heels penetrate my bottom," remarked Manoj sir, reminiscing his BDSM sessions with Neethu.

"Would you have expected me to dominate you as well, Manoj?" asked Kishen.

"Please address him as sir, like how you used to call him, Kishen. Nothing changes once we are out of the session," interrupted Deepthi.

"I'm sorry. 'Manoj sir'?" Kishen corrected himself.

"Appreciate it Kishen...and to answer your question, no; I would not have wanted that. Male on male domination is not my thing. But I love to see my dominating mistress being dominated over. Do you get what I mean? You did just the right thing." answered Manoj sir.

"Yes, sir," Kishen added.

"You don't need to call me sir all the time. Just make sure you exhibit the respect, like before. That would be more than enough," responded Manoj sir.

Deepthi also told Kishen how Manoj sir equally enjoys the normal kind of sex, and how she is very selective in 'involving' people with the right mentality and integrity into their BDSM session. Kishen understood that she would in no way risk Manoj sir be judged for his very natural tendencies.

"It was my plan to have Neethu deliberately bad-mouth Manoj earlier today, to test your character," added Deepthi.

Deepthi also expressed to Kishen the idea of a BDSM foursome involving Neethu.

Kishen wondered if they knew his and Neethu's parents were fucking. He didn't care to ask as the subject no longer qualified to be the sensation it was a until couple of days before when he was a sex-starved virgin. He had his own sexual indulgences, and secrets now.

While talking with Manoj sir and Deepthi, he also felt that he should probably go about uncovering his parents' secrets by himself rather than involving anyone. He know that they'd planned something for Saturday, the next day. Besides, he also understood from Deepthi and Manoj sir, how sexual indulgences ought to have certain discretion to it.

Kishen decided to not reveal anything about Manoj sir and Deepthi to Tariq or any of his friends until he was sure it would not mean them any harm in remotely any way.

Kishen couldn't also wait to meet Neethu and thank her for everything she's did for him. But she had already gone to her in-laws and he hadn't the slightest clue as to when she would come back.

Kishen stayed back at Manoj sir's home for the night. He slept on the sofa, wearing a lungi that Manoj sir lent him.

As he was leaving home after a heavy breakfast the next day with the couple, he asked Deepthi if she could return Usha's used pantie that he flicked.

"That has already been made impure by my hubby. I will give you another one," said Deepthi and went to her room and came back with a shoebox containing a few used panties.

"Take one pantie, but don't look," Deepthi instructed playfully.

Thinking that one of Deepti's panties would serve him equally well in his alone time, he picked one, and stuffed in his pocket.

"I am guessing you'd return Usha aunty's pantie to Neethu. Please don't tell that I stole it or that I have feelings for her mom," replied Kishen.

"I don't think she would mind. I don't know. But don't worry. I wont tell. I will manage. And we'll return your shorts after washing," assured Deepthi, as she and Manoj sir sent Kishen off.

Walking back to his house and recollecting the events that transpired, Kishen was struck by a few surprising realizations.

"That was Deepthi's panties in Usha aunty's heap of dirty laundry wasn't it? How did it get there? How had Manoj sir recognized the smell of Usha aunty's panties?!? Why didn't these occur to me earlier?

To be continued.

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Part 6 - The Sting Operation

Having had a filling dinner, Kishen was lying on the bed in his room, preparing to sleep.


He couldn't wait to get his hands on the pantie. That morning, Deepti had him pick it randomly from a used bunch she kept in a shoebox.

"Nothing beats falling asleep after masturbating to a used panty on the face," he thought.

However, as he wrapped himself in the blanket and sniffed the panty, he was struck by a surprising realization. "This doesn't smell like Deepti's, Neetu's or Usha aunty's pantie! Who is this woman sitting on my face?! It doesn't look like mom's. Now wait, am I wrong? Going by the look and the cloth type, the panties appear to belong to an older woman. And it is close to being worn out. But whose IS it?!" Kishen wondered.

He found it arousing to sniff an unknown lady's panty. But the lingering questions in his mind drained a lot of that arousal. Kishen continued to be lost in thoughts and speculations in a semi-horny state of mind.

The previous night, he had witnessed the submissive avatar of Manoj sir. It was also the night he discovered his hidden beast mode. He didn't know what to make of it. He worried if it would be his permanent trait. As Deepti and Manoj sir advised, he knew he'd have to control it.

He couldn't help but feel bittersweet. In days, he had transformed from a sex-starved PU student to an alpha masculine bull that he wasn't particularly proud of.

"By the way, was it Deepti's big panty that I saw in Usha aunty's heap? If so, what is it doing there? What shall I make of that? Manoj sir sure knows the smell of Usha aunty's panty. I am a little jealous now. But wait! Are they all part of one elaborate sex-loving ring? The chances are high they indeed are. Or am I just overthinking? Are my parents in it too?" Such thoughts ran chaotically in Kishen's mind as he stroked his tool. Kishen also knew he needed a good night's sleep. For, the next day, he knew, would be "The Day!" He had seen Sunil (his dad) stock up their fridge with beer and snacks.

His mind took him to his first life-changing discovery. He had witnessed his and Neetu's parents making out, carefree and jovially.

"Tomorrow, I will hopefully get the answers to many of my questions," he thought.

The horny James Bond in Kishen couldn't wait to execute the sting operation mission he planned. But Mr. Bond didn't look to expose or interrupt whatever was happening between his parents and Neetu's. He ejaculated and drifted gradually to sleep.

By the time it was 6 the following morning, Kishen was fresh and ready. He had told his mom, Savitri, that he'd be leaving early for rehearsals for his college youth festival.

When he left his room, he saw Savitri was up. She had prepared tea and bread and jam for him. She had also packed some in tiffin and a bottle of water.

"Now that is going to be useful. I forgot about packing some food," Kishen thought as he put the tiffin in his bag.

"When will you be back?" asked Savi as she watched him eat.

"Not sure. Maybe by the afternoon. Or I will be late. Will you be here, Ma?"

"Uh... yeah...but if we are not, you have the spare key, right?"

"Why? Are you going somewhere today?"

"Yes, we may have to do some...uh...shopping."

"Ok. Go back to sleep, Ma. Thank you for the early breakfast."

"Go safe. And don't thank your mother!"

Kishen stepped out of his flat on the pretext of going for rehearsals. He made sure he heard Savitri walking away after locking the main door behind him. He then quietly and swiftly walked towards Usha's flat, ensuring no one was around.

"God! Help me," he prayed in his mind. Taking a deep breath, he quietly opened the door to Usha's flat with his spare key. Kishen planned to enter Usha's house before Usha or Ramesh woke up.

He hid inside Neetu's room until he could witness the action again if it were to happen. He prayed that Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle were still asleep. He hoped Neetu be at her in-laws.

And execute the plan successfully he did!

Kishen swiftly got into Neetu's room under her bed, beside the door frame. From the safe vantage point under, he could see through the passage leading up to Usha's bedroom doorway. It was as though the beds in either room could see eye to eye had the door to Usha's room been open.

"Man! I wish I knew about this place and view the last time they were at it," Kishen thought as he began to wait from under Neetu's bed. Lying on his chest, he was like a sniper without a rifle.

He couldn't risk falling asleep under the bed, for he knew not if he would snore. He had packed a piece of cloth which he kept handy should he sneeze or cough. He dared not to eat, fearing he might choke or the smell might emanate. He double-checked his phone to be on silent.

He hadn't planned further as to what he would do or how he would exit the home should nothing happen. He cursed himself for not planning through the long wait.

"Ding!" echoed the calling bell about 1.5 hours later. Kishen saw the door to Usha's room open. And there stood his Usha aunty in a peach color nightie. Kishen could see the silhouette of her mature body underneath the nightie, thanks to the morning sun rays that lit her room through her balcony.

He watched her yawn and scratch her groin from above the nightie before she proceeded to open the door. From Kishen's vantage under the bed, she appeared to get bigger as she approached the doorway to Neetu's room. Kishen couldn't get enough of her sight and semi-loose "aunty" figure.

As she passed Neetu's room, he could only hear her fading footsteps heading further through the passage to the living room. Looking back at Usha's sunlit room, he could see the lungi-covered legs of Ramesh uncle--fast asleep.

Kishen listened to the sound of Usha opening the main door.

"Savi...why so early? Come in..." Kishen heard his Usha aunty say.

Savi: I just wanted to wake you both early, so we don't delay like last time.

"Wow! So it is happening!" rejoiced Kishen as he overheard the conversation.

Usha: (laughing) Isn't it a little too early, you slut!

Just then, Kishen sees Ramesh uncle move from the bed, presumably from being awoken by their conversation.

"Saviiiii! Thank you for waking us up. We would have slept to the afternoon otherwise," Ramesh spoke out loud, lying on the bed.

"No problem, Ramesh! Shave nicely...ok?" came the resounding reply from Savi, followed by Usha's laugh.

"Done!" responded Ramesh.

Kishen listened as Savi left, and Usha closed the door after her. His heart started beating faster as he heard Usha's approaching. He feasted on her gorgeous plump back. She stopped at her room's doorway momentarily with hands crossed.

"Don't go back to sleep again, Ramesh. Please wake up. Savi and Sunil will come by around 11. We have a lot to do. You clean the house while I cook. You also need to buy the stuff," said Usha as she proceeded towards the bed.

Kishen looked at the time. It was just minutes past 8. "Three more hours to go," he thought.

Throughout the time, Kishen witnessed Usha and Ramesh cuddling for a while, as though it was their morning routine to get charged up for the day. Kishen found it a little award to see them cuddling. He wasn't used to the sight. He'd only been exposed to model figures doing it on TV. Kishen didn't find it any less lovely, though. As Usha and Ramesh carried out their ablutions and setting up of the room, Kishen had glimpses of them whenever they came into his visual vicinity.

He saw Ramesh uncle dressing up to go out and coming out of the room, followed by Usha. They were going to the kitchen beside the living room. Kishen could hear them prepare and have breakfast in the kitchen while discussing what to prepare for lunch.

He heard Ramesh leave, followed by a seemingly endless sound of food preparation. At times he even thought of quickly sneaking out from under the bed. To kill time, he was desperate to get hold of one of Usha's panties from her dirty laundry pile in the room adjacent to her bedroom. He dared not to.

His only respite was the occasional sweet sound of Usha humming melodies as she cooked. Just as Usha finished cooking, Ramesh returned with soda, whiskey, and cigarettes. Kishen watched the couple move the table on the passage into their room--the one that helped Kishen hide and watch the last time. They set up the liquor and accessories. Ramesh also tossed a few condom packs on the table while giving a naughty smile and looking at Usha.

"Shit! Now there is no table for me to get a closer view. But this place is much safer. And I can see pretty good, too," Kishen thought.

While cleaning the house, whenever anyone of them approached closer to Neetu's doorway, the fear of being caught would overwhelm Kishen. He would tuck further back into the walled corner under the bed. In time, Kishen finally saw the couple undress in their room.

"You proceed, babe. I'll join in soon," said Usha as she undressed, along with Ramesh. As Ramesh got into the bathroom, Usha picked up their clothes and tossed them on the pile of dirty laundry. Kishen was fixated on Usha's naked gorgeousness while she remained in his line of sight.

The sound of Ramesh turning on the shower from the attached bathroom in Usha's room snapped Kishen into his senses. Open-mouthed, he watched Usha's jiggling semi-sagging butt as she too headed into the bathroom. He heard the sound of Usha closing the bathroom door in her room. Out of sight!

Knowing it would be a while before they bathed and came out, Kishen slid out from under the bed to take one of Usha's panties. Unfortunately, just as he entered the room's doorway, "Ding," the calling bell rang.

Kishen looked at his watch. The time was 11:05! Alarmed, he rushed back to Neetu'r room and slid under the bed. Usha came out of her bathroom. She was all wet and wrapped in a towel. Kishen saw Usha walk toward the main door to answer the door.

As Kishen had guessed, it was his parents at the door. Sunil had brought a few beers and snacks. Usha asked to keep it in their fridge. He did as suggested but carried two cans in his hand. Usha welcomed them into her room. She said she and Ramesh would be back as soon as they bathed.

Kishen watched as Sunil and Savi sat on the bed, popping open a can each. As Sunil looked at the liquor set-up Usha and Ramesh had done, Savitri whispered something into Sunil's ear with a playful smile. Listening to her, Sunil began smiling and nodding in agreement.

Kishen saw Savi and Sunil get up from the bed, keep their beer cans on the table and begin stripping. Kishen's eyes widened as he watched his mom take the clothes and toss them into the adjacent room. They went back to sitting on the bed and sipping their beer.

Although Savi's body wasn't slim like models, it sure was well built compared to Usha. "Makes sense. Mom is younger than Usha aunty by a few years," thought Kishen. He liked how her tits were still firm and less saggy. He noticed her tummy was rather plump.

His tool started rising, making him uncomfortable lying on his chest. But it seems he had no option but to endure and watch. A while later, a well-bathed Usha and Ramesh exited the bathroom.

They were pleasantly surprised to see Savi and Sunil naked and sitting on the bed, with legs spread and crossed, respectively. "I see we are taking things fast," commented Ramesh as he and Usha wiped their naked bodies and each other's with their towels.

Seeing his parents naked and ready for action with his former tuition teacher and her husband, Kishen's heart started beating faster. With his eye still directed towards Usha's room, Kishen lay on his side, resting his head on his folded elbow. Pushing his pants down a little, his other hand stroked his tool.

"So it begins!" Kishen said to himself as Usha and Ramesh tossed their towels on the bed.

"We haven't got together this soon after a previous session," said Ramesh. He proceeded to pour himself and Usha a drink, who stood in front of Savi and Sunil.

From under the bed, Kishen could see Savi (sitting cross-legged and drinking beer), Usha's naked back, and three-forth of his dad. His dad leaned back with his hands supporting his upper body on the bed. After he placed, his cold beer can in his crotch.

Kishen noticed daddy sure was checking out Usha aunty from head to toe. Ramesh, who was fixing the drink stood near the table and away from the bed. He was out of Kishen's visual vicinity.

"As if you're not interested. Only I know how horny you are," Usha replied to Ramesh, chuckling everyone.

"I think the timing is perfect. Before the last time, we had to wait nearly a year. If we don't count the threesomes that happened in between," said Sunil, getting up and casually walking around, holding his beer can.

Usha occupied his place on the bed and sat next to Savi, facing her direction. Seeing the side-ish view of her left tit, Kishen began stroking harder.

"What to do? You, gentlemen, have been too busy. It is hard to get you two together," responded Savi.

"C'mon Savi, you know I'm genuinely busy," said Sunil. "Besides, I made time for today."

"Yeah, right. You seem to be only interested in threesomes and more and not spend time with me alone," Savi responded.

"Can't blame him. Two is better than one," Ramesh added as he stood around.

"Well, in that case, no threesomes from us until each of us ladies individually get to enjoy a threesome with you two men," Usha suggested.

"I agree with her," Savi added as she sat on the bed.

"We would have happily agreed to everything if we weren't so busy with our lives," said Ramesh as he emptied his glass and kept it on the table.

"That's it! No more pegs or beers for at least 45 minutes," Savi said to Ramesh. She finished her can and kept it on the floor beside the bed. Seeing Savi, Usha too gulped the rest of her drink and handed the empty glass to Ramesh to have him keep it on the table.

"Done with your beer, Sunil?" She asked, turning to Sunil.

"Just enough for a last sip," responded Sunil. "Watch me sip it."

Sunil proceeds towards Usha, hands over the can to Ramesh, and asks her to spread her legs by sitting her ass on the edge of the bed. He kneels and brings his face closer to Usha's pussy while firmly holding her bottom.

Ramesh carefully pours the beer over Usha's semi-shaven pubes. Sunil licks it as it trickles to her clit. "That's a creative way to warm up. Oh yes! It feels so good," moans Usha.

Kishen instinctively looks at his mother's face to gauge her reaction. He sees her wearing a naughty smile, observing his dad (her hubby) lick Usha. Savi also glances at Ramesh a couple of times. She begins kissing Usha while her hands fondle Usha's breasts and nipples.

After "pouring" the beer, Ramesh drags a chair and proceeds to sit and watch. Kneeling up on the bed, Savi pushes Usha's shoulder, making her lie on her back while Sunil licks her. Seeing Savi gently sit on his wife's face with her back facing him.

Ramesh, seated on the chair, slowly feels and strokes his tool. For some reason, Kishen begins to sync his stroking to Ramesh's. Kishen could see how his mother's bare back muscles twitched as Usha pleasured her.

He felt it particularly bemusing to see how her spine stretched and bent in response to Usha's tongue strokes.

Usha begins moaning as Sunil starts to finger her as well. "The first loud moan," Kishen thought. Sensing Usha fingered by her hubby, Savi turns around, placing her knees next to either side of Usha's chest. Giving a playful smile and look at Sunil and Ramesh, she leans forward to rub Usha's clit. Returning the favor, Usha begins fingering Savi.

"Whoa...what a view! Keep increasing the heat. And I need not tell you not to cum," said Ramesh stroking himself slowly on the chair.

"You too don't cum by yourself, bro," responded Sunil, resulting in a short, erotic giggle from the ladies, that follows their asynchronous moaning.

That was the first time Kishen heard his father call his friend "bro," similar to how he addressed his friends. "The generation gap isn't much after all," Kishen thought, stroking himself, trying hard to do it slow like his Ramesh uncle.

"Stop, stop, stop," Usha announced after a while, to withhold herself from cumming. Savi moved aside on the bed. Sunil got up from his kneeling position.

"Why do you have to force stop? Ladies can cum again and again and still go strong, right?" asked Ramesh.

"C'mon, Ramesh. Allow her to tease herself a little. We have a long day ahead of us," Savi responded.

"Ok, then tease me with your tongue," Ramesh responded.

Savi obeyed Ramesh uncle's command and approached him on all fours with a playful smile. Kishen was as amused as he was horny. Savi wasn't a strict mother. But Kishen had not known her to be that playful either.

Kishen watched Ramesh uncle's hand bounce his mother's head on his dick while she kept her hands behind her. And on the bed behind Savi, Usha, seated on edge, was blowing Sunil. He stood with one foot on the bed and the other on the floor.

Her middle and ring fingers slid up and down his butt crack as she blew him, delivering just the right pressure across his hole. In sync with her rubs, Kishen clutch and release his butt-cheeks. He could hear himself breathe heavily in the echoing silence under the bed.

Soon enough, Usha's saliva-soaked fingers finally entered Sunil's hole. A jerking shiver went down his son's body. Sunil's groan came off as the next big moan that Kishen's ears could register.

Hearing Sunil moan, Savi gave Ramesh a "would-that-be-enough?" look. She walked on her knees to face her husband's bottom that Usha was fingering. Stopping Usha from fingering, Savi licks both her fingers clean. Having Sunil bend forward a little, she begins to tongue-fuck him.

Usha's fingers pressure-simulated the sensitive area between his hole and balls.

"Knowing I have the same inclination to butthole stimulation, would mom lick, finger, and tongue fuck me too?" Kishen thought momentarily. "What the fuck am I thinking?!"

Seeing Ramesh get up on the bed, Usha changed her position to doggy while her mouth and one hand still pleasured Sunil. "The fucking is what I missed seeing previously," Kishen thought. Ramesh uncle positioned himself behind Usha, placed his dick in position and began pumping her while looking at Sunil.

As Ramesh's thrusts gained momentum, Usha was immersed in the pleasure. She couldn't keep up with blowing and finger-pleasuring Sunil. She'd reached the point where she'd needed to support her body with both hands.

"Oh, I am going to cum. Switch-n-fuck please!" moaned Usha.

"What the fuck is switch-n-fuck?" wondered Kishen.

Hearing Usha, Savi instantaneously moved away from pleasuring Sunil. She moved back and sat on the chair. Kishen was startled by the sudden shift. And she wasn't the only one acting fast. As though he had received a command, Ramesh quickly turned Usha around 180-degree while she was still in doggy posture.

He positioned her butt on the edge of the bed so that he could fuck her standing. Sunil was standing watch right next to him. Kishen could feel an air of urgency had taken over the two men. They appeared to be exclusively focused on Usha.

Meanwhile, Savi spread her legs, rested them on the chair's armrest, and began fingering herself. What Kishen saw next would mesmerize him.

Like clockwork, Ramesh and Sunil took turns pumping Usha, wasting no time while they switched. Kishen saw Ramesh fuck Usha for about 30-40 thrusts with his eyes closed. Before, he would abruptly move aside and make way for Sunil to pick up from where he left.

Like expert fuck-machines, even the pace of their thrusts increased in sync to bring Usha up to her orgasm. Kishen knew that what his dad and Ramesh uncle were doing was no easy task. He noted that with each successive turn, the duration of each men's thrusts lessened.

However, his brain was too excited in visually perceiving the action rather than wondering why. An echoing orgasmic moan filled the room as Usha came explosively, shaking and squirting. "Moan #3," Kishen thought. Savi jolted to lick Usha's leaking post-orgasmic pussy.

Panting, Sunil and Ramesh looked at each other like two co-pilots who successfully took off and landed a plane. Recovering from the orgasm, Usha lay flat on the bed as Savi returned to sit on the chair. Kishen noticed the air calming down.

"Man! I never clenched my butt that hard in my life," said Ramesh.

At that moment, Kishen was awestruck by the brilliance of switch-n-fuck. He realized his dad and Ramesh uncle were making Usha aunty cum without themselves risking cumming from continuous fucking. Kishen recollected he saw their butts clenched as they pumped Usha.

As a horny puberty-struck teenager, Kishen remembered "secretly" reading in the weekly sex column of the health magazine. It was about keeping the butt clenched while thrusting can further delay ejaculation in men.

"You're gonna have to clench tighter when it is my turn," responded Savi.

Kishen could sense a little impatience in his mom's words. He realized the men hadn't indulged with her yet.

"Sunil, fix me a drink while we wait," said Savi.

Just then, the loud claps from the passage startled everyone, including Kishen. Usha sat up on the bed in a jiffy.

The group saw Neetu emerge from the passage. As Usha's daughter, Neetu also had a spare key to her house. She'd entered the house a while back and had been watching them since.

To be continued.

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Part 7: An Unexpected Entrant

Neethu stood just a few steps ahead of Kishen's "vantage point". She blocked his view to Usha's room. He could only see Savi's "Oh.My.God" reaction as she was seated on the chair to the side of Usha's bed, facing the door.


"What are you doing here?" Kishen heard Usha aunty ask.

"I thought I'll surprise you," responded Neethu.

"Thank you soo much for coming Neethu. I thought I'd never get you again," said Sunil in an extraordinarily happy tone.

"Shh..Sunil uncle, you're going to wake the baby," responded Neethu.

It was then that Kishen noticed the straps of a baby carrier on Neethu's back.

As Neethu turned around and entered her room, Kishen held his breath. Laying still, he heard her drag the baby crib from corner, take up the baby from the carrier, and place him in the crib. She switches on the fan, adjusts its speed to the baby's sleeping comfort, and them proceeds to enter Usha's room.

Savi, seated on the chair; Usha and Ramesh, seated on the bed; and Sunil, standing. All of them (nude) were watching her--as though they were still not able to make sense of her presence.

Kishen noticed that Usha aunty and his mom were looking at Neethu in a mildly unpleasant manner. His dad, on the other hand, was grinning wide. Ramesh uncle looked at Neethu with a prowler's demeanor.

Kishen knew then and there that they were all well knit. He wondered why Neethu didn't tell him anything when she took his virginity.

"Great to see you too Sunil uncle. Even I too thought I'd never be able to have you for a long long time," Neehu said, looking at Usha and Savi.

Moving to the table and fixing a drink for herself, she adds,"I've been asking my mother when your next get-together would be, and she would give lame excuses. I sensed something fishy. And from her responses on phone calls with me, I guessed something was up this week. Looks like I was right."

We were told you need time to recover, after giving birth," responds Ramesh, looking at Usha, who rolls her eyes.

"Well that's partly true, but I have been craving for our union for so long now. But it appears ma is intentionally keeping me away," says Neethu. "Are you aware of this too Savi aunty? Ma is your best friend, right?"

"Enough with your false assumptions Neethu. I couldn't be happier to involve you. But I genuinely think you need more rest after giving birth," responds Usha.

"She's right Neethu. We'd love to have you around, but we believe you need more rest, especially with the complications you've had while giving birth. We were very scared when we heard that your vaginal walls showed signs of rupture and bleeding after you tried to have intercourse even after waiting for 2 month after delivery," added Savi.

"Quite frankly, with two dicks today, we're really scared you may be hurt," added Usha.

"Ma, you drilled the idea of abstinence into my hubby, and even persuaded my mother in law to ensure that. You didn't even allow me to enjoy from here. Only I know how much I had to struggle in suppressing my desires," said Neethu rather sternly.

"...but the doctor said you needed to wait," responded Usha.

"He said six months ma!!! You stretched it for more than a bloody year,"

"Well, the doctor doesn't know how much of a sex addict you are; I do. You've been fucking non-stop since you lost your virginity," Usha responded.

"STOP!!!" Ramesh interrupted, as he stood up. "Neethu, ma is just concerned about your safety. But set aside your cravings and tell me honestly, do you feel ready and safe?" he asked Neethu.

"I have never been more ready, pappa. But even my husband is afraid to touch me because of how much ma scared him telling how permanently damaged my uterus would be, and all. So I couldn't even test-sex with him to see if I was fully healed,"

"What about the doctor?" asked Sunil.

"Doctor gave clearance months ago, but ma is super-scared,"

"Yes, I am scared. I don't want you to get permanent damage and risk not having another lovely grandchild. That is exactly what happened to me," Usha reasons.

"Ma, had it not been for your sternness, I would have actually got permanently damaged. If you had not told my hubby and his mother about the seriousness of the situation, my horny-self, like you, would have urged for sex in spite of risking damage to uterus. Heck! I may have continued fucking by suppressing the pain. But I've fully healed; I know," Neethu responded.

"How?" Savi inquires.

"I fucked recently and there was no bleeding or pain. It felt like I was doing it for the first time," responded Neethu.

"You're not lying are you?" Usha asked.

"No Ma. I have you to thank for my healing and experience. But now, I couldn't be more ready to fuck," Neethu responded.

Pausing a while to digest her daughter's response, Usha said, "No issues then, dear. Welcome back then. Forgive Ma for being so strict," Usha said.

"Don't apologize to your daughter!!!" Savi tells Usha. "And remember, Neethu, I'm yet to get fucked. So you'd have to wait till I'm done."

"No need to be sorry ma," Neethu says, as she gulps her drink. "And when have I ever crossed you Savi aunty? My dear cuckquean?

"But still, for her safety, you two don't go too hard on her, ok?," Usha requests Sunil and Ramesh. They nod in agreement, but with a wild look in their eyes.

"I doubt if they will listen, Usha. Look how horny the two became already," add Savi. "Neethu, if you get any sort of pain or discomfort, please let us know."

"Don't worry Savi aunty. I will," Neethu responded. Seeing a pack of cigarettes on the table, she proceeds to take one out and light it. "I haven't smoked since I felt symptoms of pregnancy,"

"Then maybe it's not good to resume now, as you are still breast feeding," Usha reminded.

"Shit!!! That's true ma. No way I am taking any chance that might harm my boy," responded Neethu.

"Give me the cigarette then," demanded Savi, surprising Kishen. There sat the woman who actively warned and educated him and his friends about addiction, and smoking, and the like. He wondered if his former tuition teacher would also be a hypocrite liks his mother. It didn't take long for him to find out, as Usha couldn't wait to borrow the cigarette from Savi.

"Lets see them stopping me form smoking," thought Kishen, as he continued to watch. But, more than his new-found deterministic stance, Kishen was feeling left out. A part of him felt sad. A part of him desperately wanted to join in. And another part of him desperately wanted to know more about their circle and the origin story.

Sharing a smile of excitement with her mother and Savi aunty, Neethu removes her churidar top and bra. Seeing Neethu strip, everyone in the room gulps the rest of their drinks. To the two males standing watch and the one male feasting under the bed, she looked a hundred times sexier with just the kameez pants, and naked upper body.

Proceeding to sit next to her mother on the edge of the bed, Neethu cups her under-boobs with the palm of her hands and squeezes her nipples with the either thumbs. Milk starts dripping out of dem nipples.

"What are you waiting for? "She asks the men who were wide eye watching.

Ramesh and Sunil swiftly approach her either side, bend to her breast level and begin feasting on her nipples. She leans her head back in utter pleasure. "Ohh yeah...that feels like a first time all over again," she moans.

"I haven't really taken much time in pleasuring her nipples. Gotta invest more time for that the next time," Kishen retrospected.

Taking a big puff of the cigarette and handing it to Savi to drag, Usha stroked Ramesh's cock while he pleasured their daughter's nipples.

Sitting on the chair, with the cigarette on one hand and rubbing her vagene with the other, Savi watched the two men's hands untying Neethu's churidar pants. The men helped Neethu rid of it and made her lie on the center of the bed. And through all that undressing and repositioning, their tongues and lips appeared to be glued to her nipples. With Neethu lying down, they notched up their game and began fingering her while suckling on her nipples.

Having shared the cigarette to its butt, Savi and Usha proceeds to lie their backs on the bed. They position their heads between the knee-supported thighs of either men who were, in turn, pleasuring Neethu form her either sides. Adjusting into position, the two men gently placed their cocks into the welcoming mouths of their wives while they jointly pleasured Neethu's breasts and vagene.

"Wish mom fingers dad too," Kishen thought. And just then, to his surprise, Savi proceeds to middle finger-fuck Sunil. "WTF!!!Is there some sort of telepathy shit going on?!?" Kishen wondered.

Soon, everyone gets into the rhythm of their respective pleasurings. Spreading their legs, Usha and Savi begins fingering themselves, as they orally pleasures their hubbies. Kishen is amazed at his mother's multi tasking capabilities. Unlike Usha, Savi was also fingering his dad while she blowed him and fingered herself.

Kishen hears Neethu's moans getting heavier, and her legs starts moving rampantly in response to being rigorously pleasured by Sunil and Ramesh. To his amusement, Savi and Usha "locks Neethu's legs in position" by placing their either legs on her's, just as Ramesh and Sunil, pins her hands on the bed with theirs. Rendered immovable by two hands and two legs, Neethu's only "escape" from the lock-in was to orgasm her way out of it.

For Kishen, the sight was one of a kind--legs entwining, pussies being fingered, pussy being fingered by two hands, face fucking, and more--all at once.

"Moan #4..and the one with the highest pitch so far," Kishen thought as Neethu came loudly, after a while. Looking closer he could see Neethu's thick liquids oozing from out of her. Relieving Neethu from the captivity of their hands and legs, the couples proceeds to assume the glorious 69 position.

Recovering form her orgasmic high, Neethu moves further up on the bed, towards the pillows, to halt and regain composure.

While still in 69, the couples slowly adjusts themselves to occupy the space Neethu left. The near-synced "mouthful" moans of Usha and Savi fill the room.

Just then, the baby began to cry!

Their action halted momentarily and resumed in a muffled mode as Neethu instantly got up from the bed. She heads to the attached bathroom, quick-washes her hand and upper body, and proceeds to her room. Picking the baby up from the crib, Neethu hums a lullaby, to make it sleep.

"I wish I could see her naked, and humming, holding the baby," thought Kishen as Neethu walks around in the room carrying the baby.

It didn't take long for Usha and Savi to start getting louder again, at which point Neethu closes the door to her room, completely blocking Kishen's view.

"Shit!!! What do I do now?" Kishen thought. He could barely hear anything.

After a while, in between the the sounds of Neethu humming, and the room's fan, Kishen hears the dampened sound of Savi's loud moans and screams of pleasure.

"Mom's probably started getting fucked. By who I wonder. What a terrible luck to not be able to see it after coming this far," thought Kishen.

By picking up those of his mother's "sound notes of pleasure," that managed to make it to his ever-sensitive ear, Kishen imagined what he was being obstructed to witness.

"Fuck me Ramesh,".... "Don't stop, Suni,"..."ooohhh yeah..." "tear my holes, you two,"...

"Shucks...that's probably a DP (double penetration)!!! Mom's a pro slut!!! What might Usha aunty be doing?" Kishen thought.

Kishen's ears soon picked up a high-pitch "oh god" orgasmic moan from Savi--the kind of moan that his ears could never forget--the "root cause," moan for which he'd forever be thankful (Part 1).

No more loud-ish sounds seemed to come post Savi's moan. Noticing the same, Neethu wasted no time in placing the baby back in the crib and going to the action room.

Upon the door being opened again, Kishen saw his mom lay exhausted on the chair, legs spread and resting on the arm rest, and arms hanging down in exhaustion. Suni stood beside her and was getting an effortless head from her. Usha, kneeling in front of Savi's pussy scooped and licked Savi's creampie with her fingers. Ramesh sat on the bed and watched the them. Kishen noticed his eyes widen as his daughter re-entered the room.

"Why don't you close the door?" asked Usha.

"Nah, I won't be able to hear him if he cries," answered Neethu. "Please keep it down everybody. I hate to be interrupted.

"Don't worry daughter, we will take turns should the need arise," Ramesh responded.

"Well, in that case, be sure to clean your filthy selves before going to him," responded Neethu.

"Obviously," said Ramesh stroking his tool as he stood up to Neethu who approached in front of him.

With a big grin, Ramesh places his hands on his daughter's shoulders while his eyes scan her body from head to toe.

"Pappa, stop fucking me with your eyes and do the deed," said Neethu. Her words, even as obvious as it may have been, instantly aroused Kishen. He could also see his father, who was being partially-sucked by his mother, become particularly aroused from what Neethu uttered.

Ramesh knelt to the level of his daughter's pussy and began licking it while his fingers kneaded her butt cheeks.

Neethu stood with her legs apart to better accommodate her father's vigorous tongue. Moaning, she grabbed her father's hair with one hand while her other hand fondled her boobs.

"Spread her back-hole for me, Ramesh," said Usha. Scooping with her fingers a bit of the creampie dripping from Savi's vagene. Usha smears it over her daughter's butthole being exposed by hands of her husband. She then proceeds to kneel and lick her daughter's butthole.

Even before Savi could utter "watch this," to Sunil, he had already, involuntarily, took his dick out of her mouth and turned to "watch" the incestuous oral in all its glory.

In pleasure, Neethu could barely hold balance as her mother and father were licking her holes clean.

Kishen's eyes stopped blinking.

"Ramesh, spread your daughter's cheeks more so that Usha can bury her tongue in her. Then, rub her clit and finger her while licking," orders Savi.

"..and Usha, stroke Ramesh if possible," added Sunil.

As her mom and dad did as directed by her neighbor uncle and aunty, Neethu began swaying back and forth in her state of pleasured imbalance. Savi got up from the chair, approached her and extended her shoulder for support, from one side.

"Come Suni, support her from the other side," Savi instructed.

Kishen could see his mother and father--their back's actually (along with Neethu's and Usha's backs)-- from his vantage point. He could make out both of them were simultaneously pleasuring either of Neethu's nipples and areolas with their saliva-wet fingers.

"Ooooh yes yes yes yeeesssss...," Neethu came, shaking. She could barely manage to stand, even with the support of Savi and Sunil.

Wasting no time, Ramesh stood up, smooched his daughter for a while, turned her around, bent her over and begain thrusting her from behind. Bending forward and taking-in her father's cock, Neethu's hands were on her mother's shoulders for support.

Both Kishen and his parents were amazed at the intensity with which the mother and daughter looked eye-to-eye with clenched jaws as the father pounded his creation.

After coming explosively inside his daughter, Ramesh pushed Neethu aside and placed his semi-flaccid dick in his wife's mouth.

Kishen couldn't help but cum at that action.

After having the remaining cum sucked clean off of his dick by his wife, Ramesh was visibly tired. He dropped himself back-first on the bed.

"Let me fill your other hole," Kishen heard his dad say, as he watched him grab Neethu by the neck and push her face down on the bed, next to her father.

"Uh Suni, didn't you already cum inside me?" Savi asked.

"And you think witnessing this incestuous action didn't get me hard again?" Sunil responded as Usha giggled hearing the response.

As Savi and Usha approached the table side to fix drinks, Sunil fucked Neethu's ass aggressively.

"How foolish of me to assume Neethu is an anal virgin," thought Kishen.

Stuffing the bed sheet into her mouth and biting it hard, Neethu muffled her load moans as Sunil drilled her anally. Her pappa, lying next to her, casually caressed her boobs.

"My hubby sure is an incest freak," said Savi.

"...and my hubby may be responsible for that," Usha responded.

"Possibly, but he once told me he had feeling for his mom, when he was young." added Savi.

"Well, boys are hornier than men. It may have been a phase," Usha replied. "I was hugely attracted to my uncle.

"And I think I may have had a thing for my dad. But I didn't really act on it, too" Savi responded.

Picking parts of their conversation amid Neethu's moans, Kishen's thought processes were being bombarded by one revelation after another.

With a heavy grunt, Sunil came inside Neethu's butt. "Ah...that brings back a lot of fond memories," he said, as he proceeded to sit on the chair, tired.

With everyone having orgasm-ed once, the room became moan-free again.

"Wait a minute, when did I lose count of the extra loud orgasmic moans? Fuck it, what's the use anyway," Kishen thought.

Kishen watched his father's cum dripping from Neethu's ass. She got up on the bed, reached for the towel on it, and wiped her holes before snuggling closer to pappa.

"Na na na...don't sleep daddy's girl; we've got more time to kill," said Usha,

"We're just resting, mom," responded Neethu. "I doubt if the two men will get any erection at all,"

"Cmon,were old, but not that frail. We just need some more time," responded Sunil. "Fix me a drink too, Savi. By the way, what were you talking about me?"

"You never told us you had a thing for your mother? Be open. Did anything happen?" asked Usha as Savi fixed a drink for Sunil.

"Ma may have known I had feelings for her. I did try to seduce her once by, you know, purposefully exposing my body and all...,"

"And?" Savi and Usha asked in unison.

"She got angry and shouted at me. I never went back to doing anything that may have seemed to remotely seductive ever again," responded Sunil.

"You never told me about trying to seduce her," Savi said as she handed her hubby his drink.

"Well, I didn't kinda want to tell you. Beside it was years ago, and was the only incident. I was about Kishen's age," replied Sunil.

"Aha...good that you mentioned Kishen. Savi, did you get any advances from Kishen? He should be raging with hormones at his age," Usha asked Savi.

"No, he is pretty reserved. And honestly, I don't know how I would react should he do something like that." Savi responded.

"Savi is not really into mom-son incest, is what I can tell, Usha. We had that discussion," Sunil responded.

"Would you be cool with it Suni uncle?" Neethu asked.

"Not that I disapprove of it. If both mom and son are consenting, then I'd love to watch," Sunil responded.

"But Kishen has been very reserved. Or rather, I never took up discussing about sex and all with him, apart from the classes we used to give to him and his friends," said Savi.

"My lovely former student has become a young man now. He has been frequently coming here with lame reasons, and would leave almost instantly. Its as if he is looking for something in my house without me knowing. I suspect if he has a thing for me," Usha responded.

Hearing his former tuition teacher and sex goddess opine about him, Kishen was taken aback.

"During those days, I've seen you subtly exposing your cleavage to him in the pretext of explaining math problems to him," said Neethu.

"Well, I wasn't planning on doing anything to him then. He was a young boy. I was just sowing in him the idea of my cleavage, hoping someday it might bloom when he grows," Usha responded, giggling.

Kishen saw Savi was rather surprised at what Usha aunty said. But he himself was utterly happily surprised at the idea that his Usha aunty had a thing towards him too.

"Oh it sure has bloomed totally, dear teacher. The glimpses of your cleavage is for ever etched in my mind," Kishen said to himself.

"Do you think he is still a virgin? Savi, shall I try poaching him?" Usha asked Savi.

"Well, you can. I don't really know anything about his sex life. He does not even show signs of being in a relationship. And I have to respect his privacy in the house." responded Savi.

"He has always been a shy boy," Usha said.

"But I am pretty sure he is a virgin," added Sunil.

Just then Neethu started laughing hysterically.

"Hear me out Suni uncle. Karma is a bitch," Neethu said, smiling.

Kishen noticed everyone looking confused at what Neethu said.

"You took my virginity, so, I have taken you son's," Neethu declared.

Everyone one--including Kishen--went: What?!?!

"When did that happen?" asked a surprised Savi.

"Since my husband is still obligated to not fuck me, he was the one whom I told y'all I fucked recently," responded Neethu.

"Whoa!!! Didn't see that coming," responded Sunil.

"Karma is like 69. What goes around comes around, Sunil. My daughter is a professional poacher. Neethu, my dear, you've done pappa proud" said Ramesh, as he got up on Neethu lying next to him, to give her the 69.

Taking a while to actually digest what she was told, Savi asked,"How was he? I mean, did he seduce you?"

Taking her father's cock out of her mouth, Neethu responded, "No. It was spontaneous. I didn't seduce him much too. I made it happened when I got the chance."

"Did you tell him about us?" Savi followed-up.

"How can I tell him about us without speaking about it with you all first? And I am sorry if this makes you feel awkward, aunty. I wanted to kind of surprise you all with it," added Neethu, as she stroked her dad.

"Nothing awkward Neethu. I'm glad that you of all people did it. I know you or Usha won't have forced or exploited him. But still, I wasn't expecting to hear something like this," said Savi.

"How many people you have poached!!! What is your secret?" Usha asked jokingly.

"Like mother, like daughter," said Ramesh, momentarily breaking off from orally pleasuring his daughter.

"Well, I am jealous of you Neethu. I was waiting to ask Savi for permission to somehow start including Kishen among us," added Usha as she took Savi by the hand, lain on the bed next to her daughter and husband 69-ing, and assumed the position herself, with Savi.

Kishen had heard enough. He neither needed convincing, nor had anymore doubts of hesitance. "Make yourself known, Kishen. Now is the fucking time," he told himself.

"Like Neethu, I will also clap and enter," he thought as he got up from under the bed.

"I'll make my entrance even better. I will strip," he thought. "Is this idea really mine or is it the beast's?" He wondered as he stripped in Neethu's room.

In confident silent steps, Mr. Bond moved closer to his Usha aunty's bed room. He observed his dad, sitting on the chair and stroking himself, being engrossed in watching the others engrossed in a twin 69.

None of them noticed him come up in front of the door frame.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

To be continued.

[authorerotica]

Part 8: Intrusion, Inclusion

Note to readers: I wonder why this story series has so little engagment. Is it because I may have cateogrized it wrong? Or is it because you all have already read the story elesewhere? I would really like to know. Let me know what else can be done to improve. Please share your thoughts. Thank you.

The story continues:

"What the...!!!" shrieked Savi as she saw her son watching and clapping nude while she was 69ing Usha. Overwhelmed, she instantly broke off from the position, went to a corner of the bed, grabbed the bed sheet, and covered herself. Equally surprised, but pleasantly, Sunil, turning in his chair, gave Kishen a you've-surprised-me-son look. Still, he hid his manhood by crossing his legs.


Seeing his mother's shocked expression, even Kishen momentarily feared if he had made a huge mistake. "Don't lose your courage," the beast in Kishen whispered.

Usha too was taken aback. She grabbed the other end of Savi's bed sheet to cover herself and sat next to her. However, Kishen noticed her sporting a mild suspenseful smile. Seeing Usha wearing nothing and barely covering herself with the bed sheet, Kishen's pole stood firmer, much to everyone's notice.

Noticing Kishen's presence, Neethu broke off the 69 with her Pappa, and sat up on the bed, in front of Usha. Excited, she wasn't bothered about covering herself.

Ramesh was too engrossed in the 69 that he took Savi's shriek to be an orgasm. It wasn't until his daughter stopped blowing him and got off abruptly that he realized something was up.

Surprised at seeing Kishen, he too sat up on the bed, cross legged, and covered his genitalia with his hands. He sat next to Neethu and in front of Savi, which broke her line of sight with Kishen. Savi moved closer to Ramesh and hid herself behind him, as though he was a tree.

Kishen's heart was pounding. And so was his mother's.

Breaking the silence, Neethu says, "How did you..."

"I've known for a while. That's what I told you I wanted to tell you the other day," responded Kishen.

"Which day? What day?!?" asked Usha.

"The day I met you at the lift" Kishen answered, looking at Neethu.

"I don't remember exactly..." Neethu replied.

Kishen noticed Savi was still hiding behind Ramesh uncle, listening to it all. He imagined her to be utterly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." said Kishen, looking much withdrawn and shy--opposite to how he entered the scene. Needless to say, his tool began deflating too.

"A lot of questions remain...but there is no need to be sorry," said Neethu.

"Yes... you may have made it easier for us," added Ramesh.

"And I'll make it more easier," said Neethu as she turned towards Usha (sitting kinda behind her) and snatched away the bed sheet end that she was covering herself up with.

"What are you doing Neethu!!!" exclaimed Usha as she sat covering her privates with bare hands.

Neethu turned to snatch the rest of the bed sheet away from Savi. but she saw that Savi was still not able to digest her son's presence in the room.

Letting Savi be, Neethu goes up to Kishen, takes his hand and walks him to the bed. Kishen could sense the burning gaze of everyone as he approached the bed and stood in front of Neethu. She sat at the middle of the bed's edge --the spot where she had him sit before she blew him for the first time ever in his life.

"Why is everyone so dumbstruck now? Isn't this what we ultimately wanted?" Neethu asks everyone.

"Yes, but how did you get here Kishen?" asks Usha.

"He was here all along, probably since morning," came Savi's tensed voice from behind Ramesh.

Everyone was taken aback when Kishen nodded in agreement.

"So... you probably heard how my mother is lusting after you?" asks Neethu, breaking the silence, again.

Kishen nodded, looking down with shyness. But his tool revealed his true intention. Neethu smiled and turned to look at her mother--the direction Kishen's cock appeared to point to.

Semi-aroused at Kishen's erection, Usha looked at Savi whose face she saw, hidden behind Ramesh, was still blank with eyes wide open. Usha's eyes conveyed to Neethu the "uncertainty" and "shock" she saw in Savi's face.

Taking charge of the situation, Neethu abruptly grabbed Ramesh's hands and pulled him off of his sitting position. Ramesh slumped chest first on the bed. Savi was suddenly exposed to Kishen. Panicking and not knowing what to do. She buried her face on the bed, lying on her chest, and hands covering her face.

"Are you crying, Savi?" asked Sunil as he got up from the chair ridding his inhibitions. He went over to the bed side and sat next to her. Her stiff naked legs didn't flinch even as he nudged them.

"C'mon Savi. This is not like you." Nudged Usha.

"I'm sorry, mom," added Kishen. "I am leaving. None of this ever happened."

"Stay!!!You haven't seen this side your mom yet," says Sunil. "Now, Savi, you're being over-dramatic, dear. Get up. He is our son. He is mature enough now. And I'm sure he will respect our boundaries," he says to Savi, leaning towards her head.

Taking her time as everyone waited, Savi got up avoiding eye contact with her son. She sat up turning towards the side of the bed facing the window. Her back faced them all, except Sunil who stood next to her.

"Fix me a drink, Sunil," she ordered, which he proceeded to do instantly.

"Fix one for everyone, Suni uncle," Neethu added.

"Do you also drink, Kishen? Or have you not started?" Sunil asks as he proceeded to prepare the drinks.

"N..no dad," says Kishen, clearing his throat.

"Good. Its a special moment for a father to be able to hand his son his first drink. I Should have done it sooner. And I would have, if your mom hadn't been so against it," says Sunil.

"I just didn't think he is ready for alcohol. He is still young," Savi responds, defending herself.

"To mothers, their children never seem to grow up," remarks Ramesh.

"Do you smoke?" Savi asks Kishen, still facing the window.

"No...mom. Except a time many years back when I stole one from dad. I took a few puffs and it felt awful," replies Kishen, rather nervously.

Everyone giggled except Savi.

Still looking at the wall, and sounding desperate, Savi lectures, "I know I might look like a total hypocrite after you've seen me doing the exact things that I taught you not to do, Kish. You may feel like taking your revenge and going full-on crazy by having sex, drinking and smoking. But when you mature further, you will realize that I wasn't teaching you abstinence, but self control. I beg you, please don't lose yourself to sex, drink, or smokes, as much as you'd be exposed them here and later. This is my only concern, and I cannot involve myself until I am sure of that."

"Son, we were going to bring you into the circle eventually. This is a very rare thing that we got going here. Its forged on trust, acceptance, and respecting boundaries, which you will learn in time. Its also about self control. We don't mind you dwelling in the pleasures and temptations in life, but you gotta learn to not let them get the better of you. You gotta do it safe. Else, you're life will be ruined," added Sunil as he handed everyone (except Kishen) their drinks.

"There is still a lot to learn and understand about self control, respect, mutual agreement, and boundaries. We hope you will get them all in time," added Neethu.

"We hope you understand the gravity of it Kishen. Do you?" Usha asks.

"Yes... I guess so, aunty," replied Kishen.

"Good boy...then grab your first drink from your father," responded Usha with smile.

"You don't want to miss this Savi. And you've damn well done a good job raising him. Otherwise he should already be spoiled," Sunil added as he handed Kishen his first drink.

Kishen couldn't be more relieved to see his mother, still covering her front, turning around to look at him, smiling.

Just then, Neethu begins giggling. "It suddenly occurred to me how fucking funny it is that we're giving a young chap life advice while being totally naked. Would anyone believe if we told it?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The group then went on to encourage, and keenly observe Kishen as he gulped his first glass of whiskey.

But Alas!!! They've been a bit too loud. The baby began to cry again.

"I'll do it," announced Savi just as Neethu was about to get up to go to the baby. Kishen caught glimpses of his mom's naked body as she got up from the bed leaving the sheet behind. She went to the bathroom to clean herself and proceeded towards Neethu's room.

She knew her son was stealing glimpses of her. Kishen was tempted to turn back and see his mother's jiggling ass as she walked past him and exited the room. He knew she knew. She knew he knew she knew. Everyone sorta knew two. In Kishen's defense, nudity is meant to be enjoyed, right? Should relationships be a hindrance to it?

Everyone was keen and waiting for the mother-son dynamic to play out. They didn't know what it would turn out to be. Even Kishen and Savi was somewhere in-between awkward and interesting.

"The milk bottle is in my handbag," Nethu spoke-out loud to Savi. "Got it.." came the loud response form Savi from the other room. The baby's cries began to subside.

"Before we start, Kishen. You're about to be unleashed into a whole new dimension of sexual awakening. Remember, your interest and preferences may not match with others', learn to get the cue and respect the decision. Just so you know," said Neethu.

"Uff...enough of teaching him. I will do the rest of the teaching," said Usha as she got up on her knees on the bed and signaled Kishen to hop on the bed and approach her.

"Is this for real?!?! I got to pinch myself," Kishen muttered as he walked on his knees towards his beloved Usha aunty. There was also a mild (very mild) buzz from his very first drink. It sort of helped him appreciate more of what was before his eyes.

There stood before him the inviting voluptuous body of the soul he so admired and longed for long. He was all the more content that she sought him too. More than Neethu or any woman, the palms of Kishen's mind had fondled his beloved Usha teacher the most.

Smiling eye-to-eye, Usha's hands welcomed Kishen with a firm hug. Hugging her back and smitten by the warmth of her fleshy body and bosoms, Kishen wished for a moment if his body could permanently be glued to hers. He was growing restless. Like a lost dog meeting its owner after years (dog years) he couldn't get enough of his Usha aunty's body. In a fantasy-turned-reality trance, his hands ran across her body, while his nose and lips explored every inch of her face, neck, bosom and armpit zone.

To Kishen, the smell surrounding her armpit was refreshingly new. It was distinct to the smell of her pussy that he had known from her panties.

For Usha, Kishen was a priced persona that she had, in her own right, helped nurture. Running her hands across his back, feeling his thighs, clutching his butt cheeks and stroking his tool, Kishen's teacher Usha finally got the chance to know one of her all-time favorite pupils up-close and personal.

Neethu, Ramesh, and Sunil, who were doing nothing and standing watch saw a degree of pride and accomplishment on Usha's eye-shut face as her cheeks and chin rubbed Kishen's in utter ecstasy. She even began kissing and licking his ear lobes. They knew then and there that the two had been unknowingly building up a massive bond.

Seeing her mother and Kishen smooch like long lost lovers, Neethu felt guilty for having taken his virginity. "Ma truly deserved to take his virginity," she thought.

"Even I may have not embraced her that way," Ramesh said to himself. "My son is a true milf lover. Hope he learns to deal with it in time" thought Sunil.

From the few times her eyes opened while being high on embracing, kissing, and cuddling-up Kishen, Usha could see Savi naked and standing at the passage and observing them while carrying the baby in her hands. "Kishen gotta see his mom like that," she thought, and made a gradual 180 degree turn while their bodies continued to embrace each other to the fullest.

Realizing that Kishen was kinda shy in touching Usha's core privates, she took Kishen's hand and placed it on her pussy. The coarseness of her vagene, and its warmth and wetness suddenly sparked open his eyes. And before his eyes could close again to let his fingers do the "seeing" of Usha's insides, his mother's nudity caught their attention. Seeing her naked, holding the baby and looking directly at him, he experienced a symbolic arousal.

"18-19 years back, you may have carried me in your caring arms that way. Thank you so much, mother. I'm ever grateful for everything," he thought to himself as he looked her in the eye while embracing her friend in his arms. It was the first time since Kishen's entrance that the mother and son truly looked eye to eye. Savi nodded in agreement, surprising Kishen. It was as though her 6th sense picked up his non-verbal conveyance.

Fully content at his mom's wholesome approval, Kishen, closing his eyes, immersed himself back to Usha's embrace. Soon, hearing Usha moan and breathe heavier from from his inexperienced fingering, Kishen came out his semi-trance to focus on pleasuring her. It was then that he actually noticed three pairs of eyes keenly observing him, smiling. He also saw his naked mother reentering the room after putting the baby to sleep. She went on to sit on the chair.

A sense of shyness mixed with embarrassment came over Kishen. He started getting conscious, which Usha could notice with the sudden shift in his vibe and the way he fingered her.

Opening her eyes and tuning over she saw the four beings staring at them.

"What are you all looking at?" said Usha. "My student is not able to concentrate."

"I'm sorr..."

"Shh....don't!!! Its not your fault, Kishen." Usha said turning back to him. "I remember even my daughter was very conscious during her first group session with us. We gotta break that barrier. Let's get you relaxed and comfy," said Usha.

Then and there, Kishen wanted to blurt that he even had the chance to fuck Deepti aunty like a maniac and that he was not as novice as everyone thought. But in his heart, he was nothing but a child getting to learn stuff from his beloved teacher, again.

Usha moved to sit on the bed, resting her back against the headboard, with her legs spread. "Kishen, imagine I am sofa, come and rest your back on me," She said, patting the 'V' shaped area on the bed fenced by her thighs and crotch. Doing as instructed, Kishen was much elated to have his back pressed against Usha aunty's bare breast and fluffy tummy that appeared to cradle him with her every breath.

Usha extended her saliva-wet right hand from behind him to stroke him gently.

"Does that feel good, Kishen?" Usha asked, as she kissed his cheek and stroked him.

Kishen nodded.

"Now lets get the shyness away so that we can enjoy to the fullest. Agree?"

Kishen nods, as he sees Sunil fix drinks for everyone.

"Good boy...thanks to my horny daughter, you're not a virgin,. that makes it all the more easier for us doesn't it?" Usha askes, to which Kishen nods again. "Just relax, and watch...and be in the moment, Kishen."

Taking a prepared drink from the table, Neethu approaches Usha who momentarily removes her hand from Kishen's tool to take the drink. She takes a big sip, and proceeds to feed Kishen a sip from the same glass, before switching it over to her left hand and resuming stroking him with the right hand.

"Tell me Kishen, what do you see?" asks Usha as she continues to gently stroke him.

"4 people naked and drinking,"

"Who are they?"

"M..my father, mother, Neethu and Ramesh uncle."

"Do you enjoy watching them watching you?"

"I don't know..."

"Are you feeling shy because your mother is also watching you?"

"I guess, aunty,"

"Every soul deserved to be pleasured, Kishen. And as long as it's consensual, there's nothing wrong with it. Nature made us this way." said Usha as she eye-signaled Neethu.

Getting the cue, Neethu goes near Sunil, kneels in front of him and begins to mouth his semi-errect tool. Kishen watches as his father beings to sway and zone in and out of the oral pleasure he was receiving from Neethu.

"See how cool your mother is, allowing her husband to find pleasure from other women," Usha adds as she eye-signals Savi to go over and join Sunil and her daughter. Obeying Usha's non-verbal orders, Savi gets up from the chair looking eye-to-eye with Kishen, and proceeds to stand next his father and smooch him. Neethu's hand automatically proceeds to caress Savi's vagene.

Just as his mom and dad became fully engrossed in kissing and embracing each other, Ramesh, standing watch and having gulped down the rest of his drink, grabs the half-empty whiskey bottle. It had long neck to qualify as a 3-4 inch make shift dildo.

Interrupting his daughter from blowing Sunil, he makes her wet his palm with her licks and saliva. Smearing Neethu's saliva all over the bottle's neck, he proceeds to stand behind Savi, part her legs with his feet and thrust the bottleneck up her butthole.

Kishen is momentarily taken aback at Savi's painal shriek. It takes a few moments for him to realize his mother is not in agony and is indeed enjoying it. "It would have got ugly between me and Ramesh uncle had he been forcing it on her," thought the protective son.

"Don't worry Kishen. We don't intent harm, and won't do anything without consent. We have a safe word too -- stop," whispered Usha, calming Kishen's from his alarmed state with her keystrokes.

Kishen settles back on Usha his mom's pleasured moans filled the room, which would be muffled by his dad's smooching.

"Do you like me bottle-fucking your mom?" Ramesh asked Kishen.

"His dick is throbbing," affirmed Usha on Kishen's behalf.

Soon, the group readjusts and gets engrossed among themselves. Neethu, kneeling down, could simultaneously blow Sunil and her dad -- whose tool appeared to emerge from Savi's growin as he was standing behind her. Both the men pleasured Savi with their fingers, kisses, and of-course, the bottle.

Ramesh would also have Neethu lick and deep throat the bottle before he'd put it back in Savi's butthole. The four would also take turns to sip directly from the bottle.

Preventing Kishen from cumming from that nasty visual treat, Usha deliberately slows down the pace of her strokes.

"Aunty, isn't all this bad?" Kishen asked.

"In sex, consent and safety nullifies bad, Kishen," Usha answered. "Now, focus on your mother's breasts, notice the areola? How much do you think is its area? Do you remember the formula I taught your?"

"πr2 is the area of a circle, right?"

"Good boy,...I'm proud of you." said Usha as she planted a kiss on Kishen's cheek.

They could see that the mother and father were occasionally glancing at Kishen while being engrossed in their act.

"How long have you all been at it?" asked Kishen.

"Many years. It was us four adults, before Neethu joined after she could, you know, vote." Usha responded, as she finished her drink, kept the glass on the bed and began fondling Kishen's nipples with her left hand. "Are you ready to enter in me, Kishen?"

"I've never been more ready, Usha aunty."

"Good boy," remarked Usha planting one more kiss on Kishen's cheek. She makes him kneel up and proceeds to doggy-position herself in front of him. Running his hands across Usha aunty's bare back and butt, Kishen sees Savi zoning-in her on pleasure, while exchanging glances and smiles with Usha and him.

To Kishen, entering his Usha aunty was somehow very ceremonious. He didn't allow the awareness of anyone's glances to distract him as he began pounding her, gripping her hips tightly. With eyes tight shut, he began fast-paced thrusting. Her moans were very similar to how he'd imagined he'd hear up close. He could feel being watched. He didn't give a fuck. For, it was his victory moment.

Having shagged from under the bed, Kishen could thrust Usha for longer, until she came. The warmth of her ejaculate trickling through his dick and and dripping form his balls while he still pounded her, made the hairs at the back of his neck stand. He didn't stop, but he knew he couldn't go on for longer.

The beast in Kishen wanted to cum with the loudest moan to "announce" his victory of having conquered his fantasy. But in just microseconds away from cumming, he remembered about the baby and instantly suppressed his moan with a long grunt and a spine bending crouch. As he came inside Usha, her hips and butt-cheeks twitched in response to his forehead's sweat beads falling on her bare bottom. His tool could feel Usha's warm vaginal pulses and squeezes for several moments before it gets exposed to the "cooler" air as Usha slumped chest-first on the bed.

Kishen had shut his eyes so tight that it seemed effortful for him to open it after coming back from his orgasmic elevation.

As the light began to re-enter his eyes he saw his mother, seated on the chair and fingering herself vigorously watching him. And in seconds as their eyes met, Savi squirted explosively--having pleasured herself from the live-sight of her son finish off her friend in style. This time, she muffled her orgasmic moan in a very similar grunt and crouch.

"Ha ha...like mother like son," Usha commented as she lay on her chest, totally relaxed and eyes closed. "You did that on purpose didn't you? Bitch!"

A few steps next to Savi, Kishen saw Neethu's head and hands bobbing alternatively on his and her dad's dicks. He gave a faint smile to the men as they looked at him with an mildly appreciative smile. He sat back on the pillows behind him, nearly exhausted.

"Don't fall asleep, ma," Neethu said, turning around and looking at Usha.

"Five minutes..."came Usha's faint response.

"Get the fuck up, slut," Savi responded, panting, and smiling coyly at her son who was also rather sleepy from exhaustion.

"Dad, Ramesh uncle, don't you ever get tired and lose erection?" Kishen asked as he lay on his back on the headboard, fondling his flaccid tool.

"Well, if we went all in and came as vigorously as you just did, we'd barely last 2-3 rounds," said Ramesh.

"...and the ladies would end up very unhappy," added Sunil.

"In fact, my daughter is just fluffing us up, and prolonging the pleasure," added Ramesh.

"Yeah...it is about mastering the art of staying a float in pleasure by taking your own sweet time and engaging in stuff that are less vigorous but highly pleasurable and fun," said Sunil.

"Enough of the theory, let me demonstrate a great technique to prolong your pleasure while still pleasuring the woman," said Ramesh. "Neethu, fix him a drink from that bottle and help me show him,"

"Sure pappa..."

Kishen's mouth watered as Neethu fixed a drink from whiskey bottle cum makeshift dildo that entered his mom's ass. Looking naughtily at Kishen, she licked her index finger and ran it around the wet neck of the bottle before dipping it in the drink and stirring it.

"Enjoy the flavor," she added as she approached him on the bed and handed it over to him.

To be continued.

[Paty@123]

In fact the writer has taken off very well with psychology of young and teenage people, when the see the coitus of parents, How they feel psychologically, later writer concentrated on other items leaving the main theme of the story, he would have gone with the main psychological theme inserting the group sex, bdsm and incest so the story would have been very interesting, I have read the story just now only, plz continue so that many ideas will tome to you, But one thing writer's capability of writing and narrating are excellent, I appreciate that

[Paty@123]

When is going to the next plz

[Paty@123]

Required an update plz sir

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I appreciate the feedback. I will upload upcoming parts in time.

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Part 9: Guilty Conscience

“Move a little to the side, Ma,” Neethu asked Usha after she handed Kishen the ‘flavored’ drink.


Usha sluggishly rolled her body over to the side of the bed, positioning herself in front of Kishen.

“Kishen, come closer and sit cross-legged. I’d like to rest my legs on your thighs. Plus, you can see Neethu better,” said Usha.

Assuming the position while still holding the drink, Kishen watched as Neethu laid herself on her back at the center of the bed. She spread her legs, welcoming her dad who swiftly placed his tool-tip between the lips of her vagina.

“Tell me if the weight of my legs makes you uncomfortable, Kishen,” says Usha. Lying next to her daughter, she places her either calves on the folded knees of Kishen who sat cross-legged. “Ah...this semi-spread and slightly elevated posture sure brings the air where it seldom blows,” adds Usha making herself comfortable.

“Bullshit!!! She just wants to give you a good view of her freshly shaved pussy, Kishen,” said Neethu.

“Neethu!!!” reacted a blushing and embarrassed Usha.

Kishen  hears his dad and mom break a chuckle as they watch. Sunil stood next to the table sipping a drink. Savi sat on the chair, still reeling from her orgasm.

Spreading her pussy lips with her fingers to better accommodate her father’s mushroom, Neethu adds, “This is when you really feel the cool air visiting a place it seldom does.”

“...and this...is how the cool air ‘rings the bell’ to see if anyone is home,” said Ramesh. He holds his mushroom and rubs it right and left across his daughter’s clit, saying  “ding dong ding dong…”

Everyone chuckles.

“L.O.L...that’s a perversely corny dad-joke, pappa,” said Neethu.

“Wait there is more...this is how the air leans in to see if anyone is home,” Ramesh adds as he swiftly dips his the dick tip in Neethu.

“Ohh...Ah...very funny!!! I don’t remember the air being that thick and tangible,” responded Neetu.

“Ok daughter, Ill give you some real air,”

*Brrriiip*

Ramesh farted, drawing another round of chuckle from everyone. Ramesh, turning his head to look at Kishen’s reaction, finds him to be grossed out.

“I’m sorry Kishen beta. But you’d need to used to funny body sounds while sexing, especially in groups,” Added ramesh.

“Consider yourself lucky that it doesn’t smell much…” Neethu jokingly added.

“Yeah...but I get some weird smell...gross,”

“Ha ha… it will take some getting used to. My point is, don’t hesitate let go if you have the urge,” said Ramesh.

Kishen gets visibly dull as the smell turned him off.

“Does Ramesh uncle have a fart fetish, now?” Kishen wondered.

“Why don’t stop fooling around and show Kishen what you were going to show.” Usha asks Ramesh, noticing Kishen’s dullness.

“Oh yes…,” said Ramesh. “Just to be clear Kishen, I got no fart fetish if that’s what you may be thinking”

Kishen nods with a helpless smile, not knowing what to say.

“Anyway, lets get to the point,” continues Ramesh.

He positions his knees closer to Neethu’s bottom such that his cock is comfortably resting on the slit of her lips-spread vagina. With slow-paced to-and-fro hip movements, he rubs his shaft and its tip over Neethu’s vagene, without entering.

Turning to look at Kisehen while in the process, Ramesh coaches, “You see, this is the low effort stuff to keep up the pleasure and horniness. You can go on as much as you’d like, to keep yourself and the woman on edge.”

Kishen watches Neethu zoning in pleasure with squinted eyes and clenched jaws. He also notices how Ramesh’s mushroom manages to “occasionally” touch down upon Neethu’s clit.

“You can use your fingers too,” says Ramesh as he stoops over a bit and begins to rub his daughter’s clit with his thumb.

“Ohhh yeah..Pappa… I can enjoy this all day,” says Neethu.

After several moments in the zone, Neethu lifts one of her legs and places its heel over her dad’s shoulder. Supporting Neethu’s calf with the palms of his other hand, Ramesh begins to embrace with his face, his daughter’s feet and leg, as though it was the dandi of a veena.

Kishen watched as Ramesh’s lips kissed every inch of his daughter’s feet, while his nose simultaneously vacuumed its scent.  Ramesh’s chin and jaw rubbed chaotically all over his daughter’s feet. As he mouthed her toes, his tongue swiped clean the wedges between them.

Everyone in the room awed at how Ramesh was engrossed in pleasuring his daughter. Usha swiftly lifted one of her legs (that was resting on Kishen’s thighs) and positioned her foot as well in front of Ramesh’s face. But with eye’s closed in the pleasure of pleasuring his daughter, he barely noticed his wife’s feet facing him.

Smack!!!

The sound of Usha’s feet smacking her husband’s face and  snapping him out of his indulgence, echoed in the room in an instant. Everyone chuckled and smiled, except Kishen. All he could do was sit still and and be smitten by whatever he was witnessing.

To Ramesh, it was as if he’d been offered another candy while devouring the one he was already having.

Supporting Usha’s leg in the air with his other hand (the one whose fingers rubbed Neetu’s clit until then) Ramesh began to fully worship either foot of his wife and daughter. Sniffing, mouthing, licking, and rubbing his face all over, Ramesh couldn’t get enough. All the while, he maintained the to-and-fro semi-thrusts of his cock head on and across his daughter’s vagene.

“How on earth is he able to multi task like that?!?! Is he even getting to enjoy it?” wondered Kishen for a moment.

“Give me more…” Ramesh mutters.

Adjusting their bodies from where they lay, both the mother and daughter simultaneously lifted their other legs and offered their foot to Ramesh. Struggling to support their legs with both hands—but enjoying, nonetheless--Ramesh continued his feet worship. This time, however, Ramesh had to stop his to-and-fro.

“Obviously,” Kishen thought to himself. “How much simultaneous can a person be?”

But Kishen also noticed from his POV that Ramesh uncle was very much erect. A string of precum oozed out of his cock. It drooled onto the bed’s narrow area arched and shadowed by Neethu’s and Usha aunty’s legs.


Kishen’s attention was soon drawn to the mother and daughter fingering each other. And just as he thought he’d seen enough, Savi came over, positioned herself behind Ramesh—sort of next to Kishen.

Taking in her hand the drooling cock of the feet worshiping dad and husband, she began stroking Ramesh.

“Ohhh Ramesh…Look how throbbing your are. It shows how much you longed to taste both their feet at once. You like that don’t you?” Savi said in such an erotic tone that further aroused Kishen.

“Yeahhhh...beyond...how… you….can imagine,” Responded Ramesh, struggling to talk amid his worship. “Stroke….slowly...Savi. I don’t…..wanna cum yet.,”

Semi-supporting Ramesh’s body by sticking her bare body up against his bare back, Savi slowed the pace of her stroking him. She then turned her neck to look at Kishen in the eye. Planting a kiss at Ramesh’s neck, she naughtily smiled at her son.

A wave of horniness passed through Kishen. With all the action he was witnessing, he couldn’t yet sip on the mom-flavored drink he was holding. Sitting cross-legged next to his mom, he struggled to keep his other hand from stroking his erection. But that didn’t stop his precum to drip out of his cock, which Savi instantly noticed.

“Like what you see, son?” asked Sunil from across the room, standing near the table and mildly stroking his tool.

“Isn’t that obvious? His observation has been glued to everything that’s been unfolding before his eyes. He couldn’t even sip his drink,” says Usha.

It was then that Kishen actually became aware of the drink he’s been holding.

“Go on...have a big gulp,” ordered Savi, still stroking Ramesh.

Kishen obliges.

“How much of it is remaining?” she asks.

“Enough for another gulp I guess…”

“Can I have it?”

“Uh...sure, mom,” responds Kishen aroused at the prospect.

He extends the glass towards her.

“No, get up on your knees, come closer to me, and hand it over…”

With a heavily beating heart, Kishen does as instructed.

“One hell of a surprise you pulled, Kishen. I still can’t believe what I am seeing. But anyway...sooner or later, we were meant to include you.” says Savi, positioned inches away from her son.

Not knowing what to say or do, Kishen continue to stand on his knees, holding the drink.

“Let’s break the ice, shall we?” asked savi.

“What do you mean?”

“Just answer my questions…”

“Ok,” Kishen responded rather nervously.

“When did you come to know about...all these?” asked Savi.

“...the last time you guys were making out. I overheard your moans of pleasure and got suspicious and came to check.,”

Keen on hearing the conversation between his wife and son, Sunil approaches the bed and sits on the edge, next to Usha.

Rubbing each other’s clits while extending their feet to Ramesh to worship, the mother-daughter duo also began lending their ears to the conversation between Kishen and Savi.

“What do you think of me?” Savi asks as she continued to stroke Ramesh slowly.

“N...nothing, Mom.,”

“Do you have any feelings or, put better, ‘urges’ towards me?”

“N...No…”

“Tell honestly Kish, no need to feel embarrassed or shy. We won’t judge you. Look at me. I’m engaging with my own father,” Neethu added.

Kishen noticed Savi’s eyes were trying to fish the truth out of him. He decided to come clean.

“I don’t know, mom. I never thought of you sexually. But in the last few weeks, I’ve been through a lot. Perhaps more than what you know,”

“Go on, son. we’re listening,” added Sunil.

“Well...let me confess. My biggest crush was towards Usha aunty, and then Neethu. I was able to enter this house the last time you all were at it because….because I had a spare key to the house,” Kishen said.

“...after what I witnessed, you began to appear in my mind frequently, mom, especially while I masturbated. I find myself aroused but also repelled by it. I used to think I was a dirty pervert until I was able to speak with Tariq.”

“What?!?! You told Tariq about us?” Savi asked, rather shocked and momentarily stopping at stroking Ramesh.

“No..it wasn't like that. He kinda fished it out. I didn’t tell him anything about my conflicted state of mind. Just bits of what I witnessed.”

“...and?” asks Sunil.

“I came to know even he had inclination to his mom, Fidah aunty. But she didn’t reciprocate much. Still, they are very open and liberal…”

“In what way?” inquired Savi, resuming to stroke Ramesh.

“In every way, I’d say. I can’t tell much, mom.”

“Ok..continue,” added Neethu.

“I got to know of some of Tariq’s sexual indulgences, and felt I was missing out on action. Until...Neethu came to the rescue.”

Savi paused for a while, digesting what her son has been confessing, while resuming to stroke Ramesh.

“After ‘releasing your tension’ with Neethu, did you have urges towards me? Or Did the idea arouse you?” Savi asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe...maybe not. But the sight of you inches away in front of me and stroking Ramesh uncle from behind by sticking your body to his back is sure making me aroused.”

Savi looks at Kishen’s erect cock and re-notices his precum drooling over from its slit. It gets her more aroused.

Savi momentarily stops herself from stroking Ramesh and unsticks from his body. She extends her hand towards Kishen, gesturing him to hand over the glass of whiskey in his hands.

“I knew a day would come when you’d be indulging with us with or without pleasuring me. I never really liked the idea of carnal relationship with my son. But I’d be lying if I say the thought never enticed me. I guess I am also on the fence, just like you, son,” said Savi.

Kishen nodded in full agreement and respect.

“Setting aside all that, a cock is still a cock.” Savi added. Kishen was taken aback in arousal.

Savi casually took the glass from Kishen’s hand and scooped the drool of his precum with the finger tips of her other hand—that had already been smeared in Ramesh’s precum.

Seeing his mother dip her cum-smeared finger in the drink, stir, and gulp it bottoms up, Kishen became instantly hyper aroused.

“What a fucking slut!!!” the beast in him whispered.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Savi’s action had awoken the beast in Kishen.

With the hair all over his body standing up straight, Kishen rose up on his feet, grabbed Savi’s head by her hair and and began to mouth-fuck her rough and tough. It took  moments for even Savi to process instantaneous act. Still, she decided not to resist and go along.

Everyone except Ramesh—who was engrossed in feet worship--noticed the sudden change in Kishen’s demeanor. They were witnessing a character of Kishen that was unlike the shy boy they had known him to be.

Sunil, at that moment, had a prideful realization that his son too could go beast mode...just like him. He involuntarily broke a smile at the sight of his son mouth-fucking like a machine. The pride wasn't Sunil’s alone. Savi too—even as her head bobbed vigorously on her son’s cock—could pridefully retrospect where his aggression was coming from.

“Like father like son...a junior beast for me to tame,” she thought.

And unlike Deepti (part 5.2) who knew not how to channelize Kishen’s bestial sexual energy, Savi had leaned the ropes of taming the papa beast. And thanks to that, Sunil could evolve beyond being an aggressive fucker.

“I have to teach my son to tame himself too…” Savi thought, as her jaws began to ache from the non-stop thrusts that she was receiving from her son.

And Savi very well knew—from experience with the father beast—what to do at that instant to keep beast junior under control. Grabbing his butt cheeks tight with both her hands, she began kneading it, rather strongly. She’d also frequently push her thumbs against Kishen’s bottom—the area between the balls and the butt hole. She then dug a couple of fingers into his hole and began running them around its orifice, applying pressure as needed. She gradually tried  to sync her finger movements to his thrusts. Savi knew very well, that with a combination  synced anal stimulation, bottom pressuring, and butt cheek smothering would tame the beast. And voila!!! It worked.

Savi successfully managed to tame the beast in such a way that his energy of thrusts remained intact, but his output somehow became less chaotic and more pleasurable to him.

Soon, Usha and Neethu had decided they couldn’t simply lay and watch Kishen pumping.

“Pappa, fuck me while I watch Kishen,” Neethu ordered Ramesh, pushing away Usha’s legs with her’s.  It was then that Ramesh, who was, until then, engrossed in foot worship, became aware of the mild commotion behind him from Kishen rigorously head-fucking Savi.

Excited at seeing his daughter lying in front of him with legs spread for another welcoming fuck, Ramesh wasted no time. He sat on his butt, and rested his back on Savi who was kneeling inches behind him and getting mouth-fucked by her son.

Grabbing Neethu by the hips and pulling her closer, he began fucking her. Ramesh’s pounded in sync to Kishen’s thrusts which he could only sense via how Savi’s body rubbed against against his bare back. Ramesh tried to lock eyes with his daughter but found that she was fixated on rubbing her clit watching Kishen thrusting Savi.

Getting up from position, Usha stood up on the bed and offered her vagina for Sunil to devour. He had been  sitting next to her and watching with a gaping mouth, his son head-fuck his wife. Usha realized that Sunil wasn't keen on being being distracted from his visual feast. She turned around and went over to her hubby Ramesh who was fucking her daughter. Standing with legs on either side of Neethu’s body, Usha pushed her pussy on to Ramesh’s mouth. He began to instantly devour his wife’s pussy, while continuing to fuck his daughter.

Standing on the bed near Kishen, Usha could see him up close in his beast mode. The beast too glanced at Usha and Neethu as they observed him. Soon the mother and daughter noticed an uptick in Kishen’s thrusting intensity. They knew he would come any moment.

Savi audibly choked as Kishen shot up several spurts into his mother’s mouth. But she wouldn’t budge. Clenching his butt firm and hard, she mouthed his tool in entirety, even as his body spasm-ed with each spurt. Soon enough, the beast subsided, leaving Kishen with a final head-to-toe body-wide orgasmic shiver. Savi could feel her son’s tool deflating from her mouth, after having deposited a healthy amount of cum.

Kishen could no longer stand. He barely managed not to collapse down on the bed. Wiping her lips with her fingers to gather any remnants of her son’s cum, Savi proudly watched Kishen as he proceed to lie on the bed, exhausted.

Kishen appeared to be reeling with a visibly pleasant face, thanks to the orgasm she helped him attain. Savi also noticed Sunil affectionately watching Kishen. Sunil looked at Savi gave her smile that beamed gratitude.

“Give me some of that…” Usha order while still being licked by Ramesh. Snapping back to the room’s erotic atmosphere, Savi instantly stood up on the bed, grabbed Usha’s hair, pulled it back and spat out some of her son’s cum into her mouth. Looking directly into Savi’s eyes, Usha took her own sweet time to taste and swallow Kishen’s cum, relishing its every drop.

“I also need some, Savi aunty,” came Neethu’s plea.

Addressing the plea, Savi stepped towards Neethu, spat some cum on her hand, and smeared it over her vagene. She then squatted on Neethu’ tongue that sprouted up from her mouth.

Sunil could make out from Savi’s muffled moans from being orally pleasured by Neethu, that she still held some of Kishen’s cum in her mouth. Knowing what needed to be done, Sunil stood up on the bed, went over to Savi who was squatting on Neethu’s face, and slapped her face left and right with his fully erect manhood. With a ferociously lustful look Savi spat the rest of her son’s cum on to her husband’s cock. Smearing Kishen’s cum all over Sunil’s cock with both hands, She began blowing him.

Savi could feel in her fingers the extra pulse on Sunil’s cock from being (sort of) cucked by his son.

“Ahhrgghh…” grunted Ramesh after a while as he came in his daughter. Wasting no time and breaking-off from orally pleasuring Usha, he went on to finger Neethu rigorously to make her cum and reciprocate the pleasure. Soon, Neethu grabbed Savi’s thighs--that arched over her face—with both arms. She pulled it down on to her mouth to muffle her shrieking moan, as she came hard from her father’s fingering. Why? To not wake up the baby.

“My turn now…” Usha uttered impatiently, sore from clit rubbing. Gathering up what energy he had left, Ramesh went back to fingering, and licking Usha.

Ramesh’s grunt and Neethu’s moan had done little to bring Kishen back from his temporary post-orgasmic zone-out. However, droplets of Usha’s squirt—from her husband’s oral--falling on his abdomen brought him back to senses.

While he continued to lie on his back, Kishen supported his upper body on his elbows, and lifted his head up to look at the other souls in action. He sees Ramesh proceeding to lie next to him with a proud smile of having made his daughter and wife cum. Usha slumped on the bed, next to Neethu--at the same place she initially was—in front of Kishen. This time however, since Kishen too was lying on his back, their lower bodies overlapped.

Sunil’s face was in Kishen’s elevated line of vision, as he was still standing tall on the bed and mouth-fucking Savi. Looking into Sunil’s eyes, Kishen knew then and there that his dad too possessed a bestial sexual spirit. However, Kishen noticed that unlike him, his dad was mouth-fucking his mom with a well-contained demeanor.

Looking Kishen into his eyes, Sunil non verbally conveyed to his son how important it was (is) to keep the beast tamed in accordance to the comfort of the receiver/pleasurer.

Kishen’s mind, in retrospection to his dad’s non-verbal conveyance, went back to how he had been too aggressive in mouth-fucking Savi. Seeing how Savi was “comfortably” giving head to his dad, he wondered if he’d made her uncomfortable while he mouth-fucked her a while back. A sense of guilt began to consume Kishen, again. Realizing how hard and raw he was no her, he wondered if she even got the chance to enjoy hiving him head.

“How inconsiderate of me!!! Poor mom. The fucking bastard that I am may have put her through a lot of unpleasantness,” Kishen said to himself, breaking away from looking at his dad, and looking up at the ceiling.

Kishen then recalled how Savi had to endure pain earlier as Ramesh uncle had pushed the bottle’s neck up her ass, unannounced. Her painal shriek appeared to ring through his ears again. Propelled by a build-up of guilt, his mind wandered back to his session with Deepthi.

“What Ramesh uncle did is nothing compared to how I treated Deepti aunty the other day. My gosh...what the fuck was I thinking?!?!” The close up images of Deepti aunty’s innocent smiling face appeared in his mind, followed by the mental imagery of how harsh he was to her. It was then when Kishen truly realized—as opposed to merely knowing—how important it is to be in control of his urges.

“Man...she must be a saint to endure all that and still be nice to me. She preferred it, but there is no denying that I still went too fucking overboard. I must really go and apologize to her again. Nikhil bhaiya should clutch me by the collar and slap me right and left, for what I have done.” thought Kishen.

Nikhil is Manoj sir’s son and Deepti’s step-son, who, at the time was doing is masters in the US.

Thanks in part to the buzz from the drinks he’s had, an overwhelming sense of guilt consumes Kishen. He begins to weep. He turns on his side and hugs tight Usha’s legs that lay next to him. Tearing, he curls up onto her legs and places his forehead on her feet—as an involuntary sub-conscious gesture of seeking forgiveness from the feminine spirits he infringed.

Until she could hear Kishen’s muffled crying, Usha thought Kishen was engaging in his feet fetish.

“Oh my god, is he crying?” Usha aksed in a rather loud and concerning.

Noticing him crying, Sunil breaks off from his action, followed by Savi. Concerned, they proceed to sit on the bed, facing him. Neethu and Ramesh also sits up and looks at Kishn. And so does Usha, as soon as she was able to free her legs from Kishen’s seemingly tight sorrowful embrace.

“What happened, Kishen?” asks a concerned Neethu.

To be continued.