Misc. Erotica Kishen's Life-changing Discovery (A Multi-kinked Saga) [Part 4 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. :)