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Man of the House Chapter:2 Banging Mom Hard

Cherry

My nineteen-year-old cousin's pussy clenched on my dick as we stood in my dormer window of my attic bedroom peering down at her backyard. From my window, our backyards, side-by-side, could both be seen. Sara shivered, letting out a gasping, sighing moan as we watched in shock at our mothers kissing.

Our mothers. Sisters. They were kissing in Aunt Shruti's backyard, sitting beside the pool, both women in bikinis catching the last rays of the setting sun. And it wasn't a sisterly kiss. My mom kissed Aunt Shruti with passion, her hand sliding down my aunt's neck to the strap of a red bikini, tracing it lower and lower to Aunt Shruti's cleavage.

"Oh god," I groaned, holding my cousin's round breasts. "I...I..."

"I know," Sara said, squirming, stirring her hot pussy around on my cock.

This was not how I expected my Friday night to go. My cousin and I were best friends, and for the last year we had been kissing cousins. We were both nineteen, a month apart in age, and had grown up together. Our mothers, for some reason, bought houses side-by-side. I grew up with Sara. She was a tomboy who would rather play war or violent video games than with dolls. But that didn't mean she wasn't pretty. She just didn't flaunt it or wear a lot of makeup.

Tonight, after a strange dream where my dead dad berated me for letting the family fall apart after his death six months ago, he urged me to go all the way with my cousin. Well, it wasn't really Dad, but my subconscious. Sara and I had been scared to take the final plunge into full-on incest. But when she walked in, wearing this tight tank top and no bra, I knew it was time. I was bold, confident.

I claimed her and popped her cherry and we both came so hard.

Sara wormed the dream out of me afterward, and I told her all of it, how Dad, or my subconscious, wanted me to get the family back in line. To be the man and show my mom, both my sisters, Aunt Shruti, and Sara's younger sister who was in charge. To put discipline back into both households.

By fucking them.

So it was definitely my subconscious.

"Aunt Shriya's hand is slipping into my mom's bikini top," Sara gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick again. She was so hot and wet, still swimming with the seed from our first fucking. I hadn't even thought about using protection. We were both virgins, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant.

The idea of Sara carrying my child made my dick throb harder. My hips moved as I watched our mothers kiss. My mom's hand pushed down the red top, exposing Aunt Shruti's breast. Fingers pinched a nipple. It was hard to see details from my third story window, but it was hot. I groaned as I slammed my cock into my cousin's pussy, my fingers finding her hard nipples.

Sara groaned, her hips shifting, moving, matching the slow rhythm of my dick pumping in and out of her snatch while my mind boiled with questions. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My cousin was so tight.

"How long have they been doing this?" gasped Sara. "Sleeping with each other. Since Uncle Chandu died?"

"Maybe," I groaned. "Maybe my mom turned to her sister after my dad died."

"And she's always spending the night," Sara gasped. "I just thought it was your mom's drinking problem. That she was passing out in my mom's bedroom but..."

"Damn," I groaned, my strokes picking up, my balls smacking into her flesh.

"Cherry," she moaned, my fingers rolling her hard nipples while I nuzzled my face into her sandy-blonde hair covering her neck. "Is this turning you on?"

"Yes," I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Shruti, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as Aunt Shruti grabbed my mom's ass through her blue bikini bottoms. "So damned much, Sara."

I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin's tight cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in her, loved the smell of her shampoo.

And loved watching our mothers commit incest like we were.

Aunt Shruti's hands went into my mom's bikini bottoms, fingers digging into my mom's flesh, kneading, pulling my mom down so they ground together as they kissed. My mom's hips moved, humping against her sister like I had seen women do in porn.

"Shoot," Sara groaned. "Oh, shoot, Cherry, this is... This is so hot."

"Yes."

"Harder," she groaned. "Fuck me harder. Press me against the window and just pound me. I'm soooo turned on."

I slammed into my cousin. I loved her so much. I loved sharing this wild moment with her, our flesh slapping together, her face pressed against my window. My right hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. I found her clit.

I rubbed her nub.

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. I grunted, savoring the hot friction. It increased the heat in my balls, bringing them closer and closer to boiling over and exploding into my cousin's hot, tight, wet cunt.

My eyes were locked on my mom's ass and Aunt Shruti's hands working beneath the blue bikini bottoms as I pounded my cousin. We weren't making love like our first time on my bed. We were fucking. Our lusts were boiling over us as we watched our mothers.

"Yes, yes, yes, grab her ass, Mom," Sara moaned. "Oh, my god, that's so wild. Oh, geez. Oh, this is so hot."

"Fucking A it is," I growled. "I'm going to cum again."

"Do it," she hissed. "Cum in me while we watch our mothers be dirty lesbians. Incestuous dykes, Cherry. Our mothers are incestuous dykes."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I growled, balls smacking hard into her the pleasure rippling through my body as I drew closer and closer to an orgasm, my finger dancing on her clit. "They're keeping it in the family. Just like us."

Sara bucked in my arms. Her pussy spasmed on my dick. She let out a low, throaty groan. She was cumming. I held her as she spasmed and squirmed, her breath fogging the window before us as her fingers squeaked against the glass.

"Cum in me, Cherry," she moaned. "Dump your cum in your cousin's hole. Our mothers love incest and so do I."

I slammed into her spasming pussy. I savored the hot, silky flesh massaging my dick. It boiled around me, made me shudder and groan. The room spun about me. I couldn't believe this was happening. My mother and Aunt Shruti... Two beautiful MILF's kissing... Sisters...

"Shit!" I grunted as my cum exploded from my dick.

Sara moaned, grinding her ass back into my groin as my cum flooded her pussy. Her fertile, taboo pussy. I could be breeding my first cousin right now. Planting a baby in her belly. I was the man of the house now. She was my woman. My lover.

I drew back and slammed into her a final time, pleasure thrusting into my brain with every explosion of cum bursting from my cock. My left hand squeezed her breast as I groaned through my clenched teeth, my pleasure peaking.

And then it was gone.

I leaned against my cousin, sucking in breaths, my head dizzy from the pleasure. From the thrill of fucking Sara and watching our mothers. Sara trembled in my arms. I took deep breaths, kissing at her neck, savoring the feel of her back and ass pressed against my chest and groin. Her hands moved, rubbing at my forearms holding her body.

"Cherry," she sighed. "Oh, Cherry, that was great. I love this. Love you."

"Love you, too," I groaned.

Below, our mothers stood, my mom pulling Aunt Shruti to her feet. Her breasts were out, bouncing as my mom led them to the patio door and out of sight. They were going inside to Aunt Shruti's bedroom to make love.

"Shit," I groaned.

"You wish you could watch it all," Sara giggled. She turned in my arms, my softening cock plopping out of her wet cunt. Her round breasts pressed into my chest as she slipped her arms around my neck. I was taller than her now, the opposite of when we were twelve, and she looked up at me with hazel eyes. "You want to fuck your mom, don't you? Like your dad told you to in the dream."

I shifted, staring into her eyes. They glinted with something. Just a few minutes ago, before I admitted who else my dad told me to fuck, Sara had indicated she would have a threesome with me. She would do what I wanted. My hands slid down, squeezing her ass, pulling her tight.

"Yes," I said. "I want to fuck my mom. And yours."

"And Nidhhi?"

I pictured my older sister, just turned twenty, wearing her tight jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house--a body she inherited from Mom. Huge tits, curving ass, long legs.

"Yes," I growled.

"And Janhvi?" Sara shivered as she mentioned her younger sister, Janhvi.

"I'd rather bend her over my knee and spank that ass for all the shit she does," I growled, my dick twitching. She was a sexy, if immature, eighteen-year-old.

"And what about innocent Ananya?" Sara asked, her voice breathy. "So petite and small and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her?"

"Sara," I groaned, shocked by the heat in her voice while images of Ananya, my eighteen-year-old sister, danced in my mind. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair. She was so quiet, so antisocial, spending all her time reading since Dad's death, withdrawn.

"Maybe she's masturbating right now after hearing us," Sara moaned, grinding her hips. "Does that make you hard?"

"It's getting me there," I groaned, staring into my cousin's eyes. "You naughty minx. What have you been masturbating to?"

"Me and you," she bit her lips. "Others. With us."

"Fuck," I panted. "You want me to fuck my mom, don't you? You want to help me seduce her." I stepped back, working us to my bed, my cock getting hard again. "You want to share our family with me."

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes wide. "I've seen you look at all of them, lusting at them, and it made me so jealous and so wet at the same time. I'm your girl, Cherry. Yours." Her hand seized mine on her ass and pulled it up to her left breast. "Yours. I've always wanted to be yours. Ever since we were little kids. And if you want other women than...than..."

"You want to please me," I grinned. "You're going to please me."

"Yes," she moaned, my dick aching hard as I squeezed her breasts. I couldn't believe I was getting hard again. I have masturbated twice in one night, rubbing out back to back orgasms. And once a few weeks ago when Sara was out of town, I had masturbated five times in a day. But a third erection, so close to my last two, was unprecedented. But exciting.

"We're going to fuck my mom."

"And I know just how," Sara purred as she pushed me back, her hand grabbing my wet cock as I sat down on my bed. She licked her lips.

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Sara

I was so turned on right now. I couldn't believe this. Cherry's cum leaked out of my pussy as my dirty imagination went wild, ignited by watching my mom and Aunt Shriya kissing and writhing. It was so hot. All those perverse fantasies that fell on me during the peaks of masturbation--thoughts of other women, wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, to go down on her all while Cherry watched--burned so hot in me right now.

Cherry wanted other women. I wanted other women. Why not share them? Together. Even if they were our family. Cherry was the man now in both our families. My father, the sperm donor, had abandoned Mom when I was only an infant, not long after knocking Mom up with Janhvi--we were a year and a few months apart. So Uncle Chandu had almost been like our dad. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Cherry as his apprentice. And when me and my sister misbehaved, it was Uncle Chandu who spanked us.

Just like he spanked Cherry and his sisters when they misbehaved.

His death had both our families off kilter, and maybe, just maybe, Cherry fucking us all, keeping us in line, reining in my bratty sister, would help put everything back to the way it should be. Cherry was a strong man, he just had to realize it. Take those steps.

And he was. The way he seized me by the belt loops and pulled me to him when I walked into his bedroom earlier. How he had finally claimed me, taking our relationship to the next level. I didn't care that incest was wrong. That it was illegal.

I loved him. He loved me.

And I would show him.

"What's your plan?" Cherry asked as I knelt before him in the space between his bed and the window, the sloping attic roof over our head.

I seized his dick, wet with my pussy. I could smell the sweet musk as I leaned in. "Your mom always sleeps in on Saturdays now."

"She's hung over," Cherry grunted, not pleased his mom started drinking after Uncle Chandu's death.

"And my mom has to work at the university tomorrow morning with her debate club." I took a long, slow lick up his cock, savoring my pussy juices on him. His dick thrust so long before him. I think he was bigger than an average dick. I really didn't have a lot to compare him to. I reached the crown, flicking it.

"And?" Cherry groaned, his muscular chest rippling as he leaned back, savoring my tongue swirling about the spongy, pink crown of his dick.

"And she'll be alone, asleep. Janhvi will be out. She has too much energy to stay in the house. Your sisters will be in this house. I bet your mom will be naked, too." I pictured my curvy, blonde aunt lying naked on the bed. She had a hot body for a woman her age. So sexy and mature. And so did my mom. I hoped I looked as good as they did when I was ancient.

"Fuck, Sara," groaned Cherry. "And we just pounce on her?"

"Yes. Just take her, fuck her hard, like your dad told you to in your dream. She misses him, and you look sooo much like your dad." He did. The same chiseled chin and strong bodies, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.

"And you're going to help. You're going to be there, enjoying her." Cherry seized my hair, his fist tangling in the curls. He forced my mouth down his cock.

I gasped as his dick popped into my mouth. He grunted, my teeth scraping his dick, and I pulled them back. I knew not to use my teeth. I had talked to friends at school, learning all I could about blowjobs. I figured that was how we would start, me sucking him, easing into incest.

But now I was blowing him with two loads of his cum leaking out of my snatch.

"Shit, Sara," he groaned. "That's nice. I've wanted you to blow me for so long."

I wanted to answer him, but his hand was on my head, directing me, taking charge. That sent a sexy thrill through me. He was in charge, dominating me. I think I might do anything he asked. Well, anything that was sexy and within reason.

My pussy clenched. My cousin's cum leaked down my thighs. I shoved my right hand between my legs, rubbing at my messy flesh. I was so wet and sticky. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I tried to feel if I was different down there now that I had lost my virginity. I moaned about his cock as I stroked myself, sucking, bobbing my mouth and swirling my tongue.

My labia felt more swollen, and my slit wasn't so tight, but opened by his cock. I pushed into my folds and didn't feel my hymen. No membrane of skin, full of little holes, covered the entrance to my pussy. I had used pencils to masturbate, slipping them through the bigger hole, reaming the slim piece of wood over and over into my pussy.

Now I could jam two of my fingers into my pussy without obstruction. They weren't as thick as Cherry's dick, but it felt so hot working them into my sloppy flesh. I shuddered, moaning louder about his cock while I probed my pussy, feeling the silky walls.

Cherry had loved these silky walls on his cock.

"We're going to bang my mom so hard," Cherry moaned, his hand twisting through my sandy-blonde hair. I was the only true blonde in the family--Aunt Shriya dyed hers because it made Uncle Chandu happy. Ananya, Cherry's younger sister, was the next closest with light-brown hair. "We're going to fuck her and give her what she needs."

I wanted to moan, "Yes."

"I'm going to ram my dick into my mom's pussy. Shit, that's the pussy that birthed me. I'm going to fuck her so hard. And then you're going to lick her pussy clean of my cum. A creampie. Damn, I love that type of porn."

My eyes widened. Porn was the one thing Cherry had never talked to me about, always growing embarrassed that I knew he watched it--what nineteen-year-old boy didn't?--and I had always wanted to know what turned him on.

I sucked hard. Wanting to please him. I would lick all his jizz from his mom's pussy. I would devour him. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. I frigged myself so hard as I sucked and bobbed my mouth.

I was hungry for his cum. What would it taste like? Some girls said it was gross and spat it out. But I had seen a few pornos, and those girls all loved cum. They swallowed it because that was what guys liked. It made them happy when a girl swallowed.

And I wanted to make Cherry so happy. He was my man. I loved him so much.

"Shit," Cherry groaned. "Damn, your mouth is so hot. Keep sucking, Sara. I'm going to cum again. My poor balls hurt, but I need to fire one last load into your sweet mouth."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching hard on my fingers. I bobbed and sucked and swirled my tongue. I was so eager for him to erupt into my mouth. I stared up at him, watching the pleasure cross his face as I ground the heel of my hand on my clit, massaging the bud as I frigged my pussy faster and faster.

His fingers tightened in my hair. His face twisted, mouth opening. His hips shook. And then his cum spurted into my mouth. Salty and thick. It was a little bitter. A heat rushed through me as I swallowed the first load.

It wasn't bad.

It was sexy.

The second squirt tasted even better. I moaned, loving how wicked this was. My pussy clenched so hard on my fingers as I swallowed his final blast. He grunted, shaking, and then fell back on the bed, panting so hard.

"Oh, Cherry," I moaned, popping my mouth off his dick. "Oh, that was hot. I'm going to eat all your cum out of your mom's cunt. I will devour Aunt Shriya!"

My orgasm washed over me as I pictured my aunt's thighs spread wide, her pussy gaping open from her son's big cock fucking her, his cum leaking out of her depths, dripping down to the bedspread, staining it as I crawled to her and devoured her.

My back arched as my pussy spasmed on my fingers. I shoved them in deep, savoring the bliss while Cherry watched me with hungry eyes while sitting up on his elbow. My pleasure peaked through me as he watched me, and then I moaned, resting my head on his lap.

He stroked my hair. "You are awesome, Sara," he said. "Damned awesome. I love you."

I smiled. "Love you, too."

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Cherry

We were a mess. We slipped out of my bedroom to shower off. Sara wore one of my t-shirts, which fell down past her hips to her upper thighs. She looked so sexy in it, her blonde hair tousled from our love making, her nipples dimpling the dark fabric.

How did she look so hot wearing my shirt? There was nothing overtly sexy about a man's t-shirt, and yet seeing the girl I loved wearing it made my dick twitch. And it was so sore from three orgasms so close together.

We passed my sister Ananya's door on the way to the bathroom. I paused, picturing her in there, small breasts jiggling, her petite body quivering, her fingers rubbing her virgin pussy as she imagined she was Sara.

What if she really did hear us? My attic bedroom wasn't over Ananya's, but she might have. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and catch her jilling her pussy, but Sara pulled me down the hallway to the bathroom.

Showering was a lot of fun. We didn't have sex, my cock needed to recover after three times, but we played around, laughing, giggling, our bodies slippery with water and soap. The hot water heater lasted long, an upgrade Dad and I had installed just before his death. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.

We did our math homework while waiting for pizza to be delivered. Ananya emerged to grab herself two slices before retreating to her bedroom. She wouldn't even look at me, her eyes downcast the entire time. I thought it might have been the light, but her cheeks looked pink. After dinner, Sara and i finished our math homework then cuddled on my bed while flipping through the cable channels.

We settled on a cheesy horror movie. It had several obligatory topless scenes that had Sara giggling at how thin the excuses were to get the woman naked all while her hand stroked my dick. That led to us making love a final time before we fell asleep in my twin-sized bed. It was cozy.

I didn't remember my dreams--no dad making an appearance telling me to bang every woman in the family--and I woke up to Sara sprawled beside me, her blonde hair covering her face. I watched her sleep, loving how beautiful she was while my dick rubbed hard into her naked ass.

"Mmm," she purred, coming awake. "Do you need me to take care of that?"

"Just morning wood," I told her. "I have to pee."

"Oh," she said, rubbing her ass back into me. "And it's not because your cousin has a great ass?"

"Nope," I grinned.

She rolled over, eyes flashing. "Are you saying I don't have a great ass?"

I shrugged. "Not why my cock's hard."

"It's an amazing ass, asshole?" And she punched me, not hard, like she did when I teased her.

I smiled at her. "Fine, it's an amazing ass."

"An ass you love," she added, arching her eyebrows.

I reached around, squeezing her ass, pulling her close. "An ass I love. A great ass. Especially in those panties you wore the other day. But...I really have to pee."

"Me, too," she said and kissed me.

Sara followed me into the bathroom. Which was a little weird and a little sexy. She wore my t-shirt again, so it was hard for me not to let her follow. When we entered the spacious, second floor bathroom, she perched on the sink, eyes wide, eager to watch me.

"What?" I asked.

"Never seen a guy pee before," she shrugged as I pulled my cock out of my boxers. It was still half-hard. "Curious to see why you guys have such bad aim and get piss everywhere."

"Sometimes it doesn't shoot out straight," I shrugged. "Especially after I masturbate. And when it's erect, it's hard to lower it down and hit the bowl."

I relaxed my bladder and peed. She watched, peering past me as I hit the water and didn't get piss everywhere. I gave her another look. "Are you into watersports, Sara?"

"Like polo?" she asked as my bladder drained.

"No, people getting peed on or drinking it. People are into that. You can find it on the internet."

She wrinkled her nose. "Eww."

"Well, you're the one watching me," I said as I finished, shaking my dick to get off the last few drops.

She slipped off the counter and pushed in front of me, lifting up my shirt to expose her landing strip of blonde leading to her shaved pussy. Had she shaved for me? Or was it because every girl our age shaves her pussy these days.

She sat down on the toilet, and her stream splashed into the water. My dick twitched. A girl was peeing in front of me. "I've never even heard of watersports," she said. "I just wanted to be with you, Cherry. To see things. Share them with you." She gave me a naughty grin. "I'll let you wipe my pussy."

"I think you're into watersports," I grinned. "I think you want me to pee on you." I shrugged. "I'll do it if you want."

"Gross," she said, giving me a sharp punch to the stomach. Not hard, she never hit me hard. It was her way of showing affection. "You are never peeing on me, Cherry."

I leaned over her, unable to resist saying, "What if I want to pee on you?" I cupped her face as she kept peeing. "What if I'm into watersports, and I want to drench your sexy body with pee?"

Her eyes widened. She licked her lips. "I...well...I..." She swallowed. "If you...wanted to... I mean..."

Then I burst into laughter, and she let out a relieved sigh. "Asshole. I really thought you were serious."

"And you really would have let me do it," I grinned while my dick twitched. An idea wormed in the back of my mind.

"Yes," she said, folding her arms before her. "I just...like it when you take charge. Okay?"

"Makes you wet?" I grinned. "Are you wet right now?"

"I just peed. Of course I'm wet. It's why girls have to wipe afterward." She stood up, trembling.

"Your nipples are hard. And you would do anything I want. You would let me pee on you, and you would cum while masturbating, drenched in piss." I pinched her nipple through my t-shirt, my dick growing hard for real this time. Not because I wanted to pee on her, but because I had power over her. That she would submit to me, surrender to me voluntarily even if it was disgusting, humiliating. It was...intoxicating. "Say it."

"Yes," she groaned. "I would let you pee on me while masturbating. I would." Her cheeks were so red. "I'm your girl, Cherry. You're so hard. I can suck your dick right now. Do you want me to, Cherry?"

"So badly." I pinched her nipple harder, and her eyes widened and the cutest, sexiest moan escaped her lips. "But I want to bang my mom. She's next door, asleep, waiting for us. We can't disappoint her."

"No," she moaned, shaking her head. "Your mom needs you, Cherry. You're such a good son." Her hands stroked my chest. "And you're the man of the house. Both houses."

"You're my girl, Sara. You are just as kinky and horny as I am. And I loved that. I love you."

Those three words had such a wonderful effect on her. She melted against me, kissing me hard, my cock rubbing against my t-shirt, wishing I was touching her flesh directly, wishing I was in my cousin right now.

But Mom awaited. My sexy mom.

I wiped Sara's pussy. She shuddered, bent over the counter as I rubbed the toilet paper up and down her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet, and not from her piss. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as I massaged it with the toilet paper. I wanted to eat her out, but Mom awaited.

We brushed our teeth and took a quick shower. That was torture--my dick was so hard. Then we both just had breakfast, something light before we raced over to Sara's house, my cousin dressed in her jeans and tight tank top, me in my jeans and the shirt she wore. I could smell her on it.

My sisters didn't emerge from their bedrooms while we ate. Nidhhi had work last night, so I wasn't surprised, and I imagined Ananya was reading her books. I pulled Sara out the door with me, eager to bang my mother. It was so taboo, but after last night, sleeping with my cousin than watching Mom with her sister, I didn't care. Incest was so hot. We walked beneath the chestnut tree growing in my yard and crossed over to her lawn. I unlocked the door with my key--Dad had changed the locks so the same key opened up both our houses--and we were inside.

"Well, I don't hear music from Janhvi's room," Sara said as we headed up the stairs. "She's not home."

"Just my mom sleeping in your mom's bed," I said, reaching the second floor hallway and staring at the door at the end. The master bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sister. My dick ached.

I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a strong, confident man. "Be bold."

I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her side, oblivious to the sunlight streaming through the window. An empty box of wine and a wineglass set on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

"Smell that," Sara said, inhaling. "Pussy."

I breathed in, smelling the faint musk, my dick throbbing harder. "Pull the covers off of her. I want to see my mom."

Sara licked her lips and headed to the bed while I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. My cousin and lover pulled back the sheets in a single jerk, unveiling my mom's body. Her dyed-blonde hair covered most of her face, the roots dark brown. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. I moved, admiring her bubbly ass and the dark shadow promising such taboo passion between her thighs.

My belt came undone. I pushed down my jeans and boxers in a single motion, my dick bobbing out hard. Sara returned to me, grabbing my dick, pressing her body against me. Her lips nuzzled at my ear.

"Take her. Give your mom what she needs," she purred as she stroked my dick.

"Yes," I growled, moving to the bed. I ignored the slight twist of fear in my stomach. This wasn't the time to be afraid. It was the time to be bold. Mom needed this.

I crawled onto the bed, taking deep breaths as I smelled the scent of her spicy pussy. There was something dry on her lips, a faint sheen of juices. My aunt's pussy. My dick throbbed again as I stretched out the bed beside her. My hand stroked her face, brushing back her hair. She was so gorgeous, lips plump, skin smooth. She took care of herself for Dad.

And now she would for me.

My hand stroked down her neck to her breast. There was a tattoo over her nipple. I didn't know she had any tattoos. It was a circle with three letters in it, forming a triangle. The letter C was on top with a second C and a V forming the bases.

I didn't care what it meant. I had my hand on her tit. I squeezed the large, soft pillow. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pressed my lips against her mouth, kissing her. She shifted, moving, waking up as she felt my lips. Her hand moved, grasping my shoulder, lips working against mine as she sighed.

My dick throbbed so hard as Sara, naked, slipped onto the bed behind my mom.

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Shriya

A man's lips kissed mine, strong and hard, not like my sister's soft lips. A strong hand squeezed my breast. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I breathed in, smelling his musk.

Chandu?

Was I still dreaming? Was my husband kissing me. My mouth moved harder, lips working against his. A woman was behind me. Shruti. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister and I shared our man. Our husband.

My hand moved, stroking Chandu's cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.

A hot shudder washed down my body to my pussy. I squirmed my hips, the bed creaking as my clit throbbed. The dull ache faded from my head as I savored the kiss. Chandu's tongue pressed into my mouth, thrusting so deep, so strong.

"Mmm, yes, kiss her," Shruti moaned, her voice more girlish. Her breasts felt smaller on my back, her nipples not as fat. But they were hard. She humped against my ass, her pussy hot as her hand joined Chandu's on my breast. "This is so sexy."

Shruti nibbled on my shoulder, and I shuddered between my two lovers. My hand moved lower, feeling the broad shoulders and strong muscles of my husband. His dick pressed against my pussy, hard and throbbing, eager to take me again.

And I was so juicy. So wet. I wanted this. My right arm pressed beneath his body, pulling my husband closer to me. My nipples brushed his strong chest as he and Shruti kneaded my breast. My pussy clenched again.

"He's going to fuck you so hard, Aunt Shriya," my sister moaned. "Oh, your son is going to give you what you need."

Son? Aunt Shriya?

My eyes opened.

I stared into the familiar dark-brown eyes of my husband's. But the face wasn't as ruddy and weathered as it should be. Wasn't as aged. It was my husband's face from when we were eighteen and just embarking onto our shared relationship.

I broke the kiss, gasping, "Cherry?"

"Mom," he growled and kissed me again, hard, powerful, commanding.

"He wants you so badly, Aunt Shriya," Sara, my niece, whispered, her breasts pressing against my back, her pussy so hot, so wet.

Oh, this was wrong. Far wronger than sleeping with my sister. This was my son kissing me, his hard dick pressed into my stomach, his strong hands on my back. My pussy clenched again, growing hotter as I realized what was happening.

Cherry and Sara were here, kissing me, loving me. Sharing me. They were having sex. Everyone in the family knew the pair were in love--they weren't as careful as they thought they were. I had caught them kissing three times.

But they were having sex. Cherry was fucking his half-sister. And now he wanted to fuck me.

"Feel how hard he is, Aunt Shriya," moaned my niece. "Grab his cock. Feel it. He's so huge. He'll give you what you need. What my mom can't give you."

My pussy clenched again. They know about my sister and me. Hot flutters shot through me as Cherry broke the kiss, his hands moving, pressing on my shoulders, pushing me over onto my back. He grinned at me.

"Just relax, Mom, and I'm going to fuck you so hard," he groaned. "I've been staring at your body, aching for you. You're so hot, Mom."

I stared up at him, my eyes misting. He was so handsome. Just like his father. I could almost imagine it was Chandu. They looked so much a like except Cherry had my nose, smaller than his father's. He was strong, though, muscular and bold. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

"Don't fight this, Mom," he growled, licking his lips as Sara nuzzled at my breasts. My eyes widened as I felt his cock rubbing on the wet folds of my pussy. "You need this."

Tears trickled down my cheeks as he lifted my thighs, throwing my knees over his shoulders just like his dad would, my hips lifting off the bed, my son's cock pressing at the entrance of my pussy. I had missed his father so much. My husband was so strong. He took charge of me from our freshman year of college. When he desired my sister and wanted to fuck her, I wanted to please him so I helped him seduce her.

My sister and I loved him together, served him together. And when Chandu died, I had no one to serve. Shruti couldn't give me what I needed. She was like me, wanting to serve and please her man. She couldn't tell me what to do. She couldn't seize me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. She couldn't fill me with her cock. I loved her, but she wasn't a strong man.

But Cherry was.

He stared at me, rubbing his cock against the very pussy that birthed him. I shuddered, Sara's mouth nibbling and sucking on my nipple. I moaned, squirming. What was he waiting for? Why wasn't he fucking me?

"Beg for it, Mom," he grinned, so confident and cocky. "Beg for your son's cock to fuck your pussy and give you what you need."

"Oh, Lord," I breathed. "When did you get so strong, Cherry?"

"He just needed some confidence," purred Sara. "But he's figured it out. Finally."

Cherry's hand smacked Sara's ass. A stinging slap. Sara moaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on my nipple. He was taking his half-sister in hand, dominating her and giving her what she needed. She was submissive, too, aching to please her man, her half-brother.

"Please fuck Mommy's pussy," I said, shuddering, my heart quickening. I was submitting to my strong son. To the man of the house. "Please, please. Mommy needs her big son's hard cock to fuck her pussy. She needs it so badly." I humped my hips, rubbing against his cock. I had to feel him in me. I was so wet.

"You're mine now, Mom," he growled as I trembled. "Say it."

"Yours," I moaned, shivering.

"And Sara's," he added, a grin crossing his lips. "She's my girl. She keeps discipline when I'm not around."

Sara's lips popped off. She stared at her half-brother. "Cherry," she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and shock. "Really?"

He smacked her ass again. "Really. Now keep sucking Mom's nipple because that's hot."

She grinned and engulfed my nipple, sucking so hard. I shuddered, my niece's mouth so hungry and wet. I groaned again, my pussy on fire. I needed my son's cock in me so badly. He was such a damned tease.

"Please fuck your Mommy's pussy. Please. Mommy needs her big boy to--"

Cherry thrust.

My son's cock rammed into my wet pussy. My eyes widened. A huge moan exploded from my lips as his thick, long cock slammed into my depths. I groaned, shuddering, clenching on him. His shaft was thicker than his father's, not quite as long, but his girth...

Exquisite.

My pussy tightened on my son's cock as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while Sara kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my tits as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck your Mommy hard," I moaned.

"You're such a bad Mommy," he groaned. "A wicked Mommy needing her son's cock to make her cum so hard."

"Soooo hard," I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a stud. I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint. "Ram that dick into me. Fuck, yes. My son is a stud. He's a stud, Sara."

"He is," moaned my niece as she reached across me to my other breast and sucked on my nipple, her tits pressing into my flesh, so round and firm with youth. My hand shot out, stroking her thighs as my pussy clenched on my son's dick.

"You are so tight and hot, Mom," he groaned. "Your pussy loves my dick. You love your son fucking you. Say it, slut."

"I do love it," I groaned, loving being called slut. "I'm your slut, Son. Your slutty Mommy. My pussy's yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I love this cock. I love my son's cock."

It was so wrong, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. He came out of me, and now he was back in me, so thick and hard and ramming so fast into me. His balls smacked into my taint were all full of his cum.

I wasn't on the pill. Chandu had a vasectomy after Ananya was born. He thought five children, two from my sister and three from me, were enough. Cherry wore no protection. I was still fertile. Only thirty-nine.

He could breed me. My son could breed me.

"Cherry," I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and fast inside of me.

My pussy milked his cock, eager for my son's incestuous seed as he pounded me hard. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, my back arching, grinding my pussy hard against my son, my clit throbbing against his groin.

"You are such a slutty mom," groaned Cherry. "You just came on your son's cock."

"So slutty, Aunt Shriya," gasped my niece. "Milk his cock and beg for his cum."

As the ecstasy shone onto my mind, bright rays of bliss blinding my thoughts, another shudder went through me. Another orgasm burst in my pussy at Sara's words. My niece stared at me, her youthful face flushed and burning with incestuous lust. She wanted me to beg for my son's cum.

And so did I.

"Yes, yes, cum in Mommy's pussy," I moaned, spasming, so much radiant bliss warming my mind. "Breed your slutty mommy. You're the man of the house. Our pussies are yours."

"Yes, yes, yes," Sara moaned. "We're yours, Cherry. I love you so much. Breed your mother."

"Shit, I love you," my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his cock into me. Then he stared at me, his eyes burning. "Oh, you are a slutty Mommy. Such a whore. You want to be bred by your son."

"Yes," I moaned, lost to the taboo thrill. "Cum in me, Cherry!"

I screamed out as loud as I could as another orgasm exploded inside of me. Fireworks detonated across my vision. The world grew fuzzy with rapture. The bed creaked. My pussy clenched on his dick. His balls smacked against my taint as my breast jiggled and slapped together. I stared into his eyes and begged for my son to flood my cunt.

To claim me as his, just like his father had twenty-one years ago.

"Mom," Cherry grunted, slamming his dick into me. His hot cum pumped into my depths. Blast after blast of incestuous seed flooded my fertile pussy. I gasped, my cunt milking him, massaging out every last drop.

I groaned as I stared up at my son. Everything had changed. We had crossed the line into rapture. I shuddered as I felt his seed swimming in my depths. A smile crossed my lips. There was no going back.

And I didn't want to.

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Ananya

I couldn't concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Sara's words echoed in my mind: Cum in me, Cherry.

My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I couldn't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Sara moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Cherry's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

"Cherry," I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.

To be continued...

 

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Man of the House Chapter 3: Sister's Anal Advice

Sara

My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Cherry, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Shriya. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night.

I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Shriya's side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they had shared. I was so thrilled I could witness this moment, my heart thudding in my chest, my wet pussy humping against my aunt's thigh. Everything had changed last night.

For a year, my nineteen-year-old cousin Cherry and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I was a month older then him. We played as kids--soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games--and were best friends. That didn't change through junior high and into college. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.

And then Cherry's subconscious gave him that final boost of confidence to go all the way with me. He had a dream of his dead dad, my sexy Uncle Chandu, telling my cousin he had to put both our families back in order by fucking us all. Me first, since we were in so much love. He popped my cherry last night. And then we learned the shocking news--his mom and my mom were lovers. They were sisters and lovers.

Our family was so hot.

"Oh, yes, Mommy needed that," moaned Aunt Shriya as she pulled her son down for a hot kiss. My cousin's hot, muscular body draped over her busty frame, her tits crushed to his chest. She was a sexy MILF, her hair dyed blonde, not natural like my dirty-gold curls, and in great shape.

And she was so lonely since Uncle Chandu died six months ago. But I could tell being taken hard by her son was exactly what she needed.

"Oh, that was so hot, Aunt Shriya," I moaned, licking my lips as they kissed.

Cherry broke the kiss, his dark eyes falling on mine. I shuddered, understanding in an instant what he wanted. What I had promised to do last night. I licked my lips and nodded my head. I would do anything for my cousin. I was a submissive, like Aunt Shriya appeared to be.

Only I was Cherry's top submissive. His girl.

"Oh, no," Mommy moaned as Cherry pulled out of her pussy and rolled off her body, his dick half-hard and coated in her pussy cream. It rested on his stomach as he stretched out on his back. "I liked you in me."

Cherry shrugged. "Sara has a task to do."

A task. I shuddered at those words, my pussy clenching. I moved, my round breasts jiggling. They were small compared to Aunt Shriya's. But they were firm, and Cherry loved them even if they weren't as big as my aunt's, my mom's, or Nidhhi's, Cherry's twenty-year-old sister.

I moved between my aunt's legs, nervous and excited all at the same time to have my first true lesbian experience. Yes, I had kissed Aunt Shriya and sucked on her nipple while Cherry fucked her hard. But licking her pussy, devouring Cherry's cum out of her snatch, would be a true girl-on-girl experience.

And I was eager for it because Cherry wanted it.

His eyes were hungry. "Eat the creampie I made in my mom."

"Oh, you are a naughty boy," moaned Aunt Shriya. "Mommy raised a big, strong, naughty boy."

"You did," I said. Then, as a joke, added, "He's into watersports."

Cherry's face tightened while Aunt Shriya actually smiled. "Like to show your dominance over your women, huh, Sir? Humiliate them. Dirty them because you can. Because they will let you. Because they need to please you in any way possible."

I blinked as I lowered my face to her pussy. Was Aunt Shriya into watersports?

"I don't want to pee on her," Cherry scowled. "Sara's got the fetish. She had to watch me pee this morning. Made her wet just thinking I might piss on her."

"That he might make me," I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn't want to be peed on, but I would submit for Cherry. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.

It was so sexy.

I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Cherry's cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Shriya smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn't tight and virginal like I was.

All those times fucking Uncle Chandu's cock had opened her up.

"Lick her," growled Cherry. "I love creampie porn."

I shuddered, loving to learn that fact about Cherry. I wanted to know all the secrets he had kept from me, all the times he had dodged when I pried at his porn-watching habits. And now he was opening up, letting me know what pleased him.

I licked boldly at Aunt Shriya's pussy. My tongue licked through her hot folds, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. I gathered Cherry's salty cum and the wonderful, spicy juices of Aunt Shriya's pussy. She moaned and shuddered as my tongue licked up to her clit, pink and hard and throbbing as I lapped at it.

"Oh, yes, lick Aunty Shriya's pussy. Mmm, you are just a submissive slut for my son. Oh, yes, you're my son's slave."

Slave! That was a wonderful word.

"My chief slave," Cherry added, twisting his mom's nipple. Hard. She gasped, shuddering, humping against my voice. "Right, Mom?"

"Yes, yes," moaned Aunt Shriya. "Your slave. Mmm, just like your father. So sexy, Cherry. My sexy boy. I raised a sexy man to master me."

Her hand moved down his body as I licked again and again. I gathered the cum like I was licking an ice cream cone, but one had never tasted so good. So naughty I devoured the incestuous mix as I loved my aunt. My hands wrapped about her thighs, holding her as I licked and nuzzled, taking long drags.

"My cock is all wet," groaned Cherry as his mom reached his pubic hair. "You got me dirty, Mom. And you know the rules of the house."

"Clean up your mess or face the belt," moaned Aunt Shriya. It was one of Uncle Chandu's sayings. Since my dad, the sperm donor, ran out on my mom while she was pregnant with Janhvi, Uncle Chandu kept the discipline in my household, too. Janhvi and I had been been spanked by Uncle Chandu. Maybe that was why our families lived next door.

"That's right," groaned Cherry as his mom brought his cock to her lips and licked at the half-hard shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices from him.

"Oh, that's hot," I groaned. "Lick his cock, slave. Please my man. I want you to make him hard again."

"Yes, Miss," moaned Aunt Shriya. And she licked again, swirling her tongue around the crown of his dick as her hips humped against my lips.

My pussy was on fire as I licked and nuzzled at my aunt's cunt. I probed my tongue into her silky sheath, savoring the heat and warmth as I quested for more of my cousin's jizz. Aunt Shriya's lips sealed over Cherry's dick, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on her son's cock.

Cherry groaned, gripping his mom's hair as she swallowed all of his half-hard dick. Cherry's muscles rippled as he shuddered. I bet his dick was throbbing hard in his mom's mouth, getting ready for round two.

Oh, this was so hot.

I sucked on my aunt's clit, nipping, making her moan and gasp before I nuzzled back at her pussy lips. I probed a final time, searching for any more salty treat, but all of Cherry's cum was gone. I had licked it all up.

"That's it, Mom," groaned Cherry. "You nasty slave. Mmm, you're my Mommy-slave. You'll do anything in the world I tell you. You'll help me fuck your sister. And your daughters. Both of them. Ananya and Nidhhi. And you'll help me discipline Janhvi into acting like a proper eighteen-year-old."

Aunt Shriya moaned so loud about his dick. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against my face. Her pillowy tits jiggled. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while her juices flooded into my licking mouth. Spicy cream poured past my lips and coated my throat with their passion as I swallowed.

She came.

She backed hard, moaning louder and louder as she gobbled her son's hardening cock. She bucked. The idea of her son fucking her daughter set her off. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I held on to her thighs, licking at her juices, savoring the hot delight of contributing to her orgasm while my pussy clenched and ached, needing to be satiated.

"Fuck," Cherry groaned. "You just came, you nasty slut." He pinched her nipple. "You want me to fuck my sisters. You want me to pop Ananya's eighteen-year-old cherry. To make my little sister howl on my dick. And you want to witness as I bend Nidhhi over the counter and teach her to respect me. To stop calling me squirt and realize I am the man of the house."

"Your mom does want to help you, Cherry," I moaned, lifting my dripping face. "She squirted, Cherry. That's how hard she came."

"Fuck," Cherry groaned, ripping his cock from his mom's mouth. He was fully hard, his dick throbbing before me. "Mommy-slave, get Sara's ass ready. I need to break in every one of my girl's holes."

My ass clenched. Anal? "Doesn't that hurt?"

He stared at me. "And?"

"And I want you to fuck my ass, Cherry," I moaned despite my fears. He wanted this. So I would make a gift to him. I spun around, kneeling, pointing my ass at him. "Take me. I'm yours, Cherry. I always have been. I've wanted to be your woman, your wife, since we were kids."

Aunt Shriya laughed. "And everyone knew that you had such a crush on your brother."

I blinked. Cherry and I said, "Brother?" at the same time.

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Cherry

My dick throbbed hard as I wrenched my eyes from my submissive cousin's tight ass, her shaved pussy glistening between her sleek thighs, to the tattoo on my mom's left breast. Over her heart. It was a triangle with three letters inside it. The letter C at the top point while a second letter S and a S were at the lower two corners.

I traced it, touching the top C. "Chandu," I said then moved down. "Shriya and Shruti. You were both Dad's sex slaves."

"And lovers," Mom moaned, pain flooding her eyes. "I loved your father so much, Cherry. From the first time we made love, I knew I would be his wife. And when he wanted to do other things, experiment, I didn't fight him. I submitted. I gave him what he wanted. Even other girls. And then he wanted my younger sister. And I was so excited. So wet to make her a gift.

"Our first night together was magical. The three of us were welded, united. Shruti and I were so much alike, but submissives, eager to please this strong man who loved us both. Since I was already dating him, we kept that up. Shruti became his secret lover, his mistress."

"That's why we live side-by-side?" I gasped. "So Dad could have access to Aunt Shruti."

"And...and..." Sara looked over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide. "That means Uncle Chandu is my..."

"He's your father," nodded my mom. "Until now, Shruti and I never had another man. Only him."

I glanced at my cousin. Only she wasn't my cousin. She was my half-sister. My dick throbbed even harder. I had already fucked one of my cousins, and she was the woman I loved, my best friend in the whole fucking world.

"Damn," I groaned, my dick felt even harder. "I'm going to break my sister's ass."

"I have a brother," Sara said and turned, throwing herself at me.

I was startled by the hug, by how tight she pressed against me, her breasts rubbing on my chest, nipples so hard, my dick throbbing against her stomach. I hugged her back, holding her as she cried into my neck. Her wet cheek pressed against mine.

"My brother," she groaned. "My man, my brother, my master, my husband. Oh, Cherry. I..."

I understood. Nothing had changed and yet everything was some how different. We were even closer now. I rocked her and kissed at her cheek, loving my half-sister. She squeezed my tighter for a moment before breaking away and glaring at my mom.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Uncle Chandu was my dad? I thought I didn't have one." Her voice broke and her lower lip quivered. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"We were waiting for Janhv and Ananya to get older." Tears beaded my mom's eyes. "We wanted to make sure everyone in the family was mature enough to understand and not freak out. We wanted to make sure you wouldn't tell people, even by accident, and start rumors. It might have made things weird for you at school or something. And then..."

"He died."

Tears beaded my mom's eyes. I held out my other arm for her. And then my mom was pressed against me, her face pressed into my neck, sobbing for my dad. She loved him a lot, probably as much as I loved Sara. Tears burned at my own eyes as I held both my sister and mother. Their arms were around each other, all of us hugging, remembering what a great man Dad was.

Finally, the tears dwindled. My mom sniffed. "I'm sorry, Sir," she said. "I...I shouldn't have been crying. I ruined the mood."

I shook my head. "Mom, don't be. It's good to cry. I understand. You're my Mommy-slave, but it's Dad who you'll love. I don't mind. I have Sara. I just want you to be my slut."

"Oh, I am," she purred. "And I do love you. You're my big, strong son."

Sara giggled. "He's already getting hard again, Aunt Shriya."

"He wants that ass." Mom's hand moved and squeezed Sara's rear. "He wants his sisters tight, virgin ass."

My dick was hard again. Aching as it pressed into Sara's stomach. My half-sister, that would take some remembering, wiggled, her nipples hard against me. "I do. I want that ass. I love watching anal."

"What other porn do you like?" Sara moaned.

"Lesbians," he grinned. "And creampies."

"We covered that," Mom said. "And anal."

"Titty fucks." My eyes flicked down at Mom's big breasts pressed into my side. "I'll be breaking in those tits sometime."

"They're yours, Son," she breathed.

"Mallu," I added. "Tight, petite Mallu girls."

Mom laughed. "Your father did, too. Your Aunt Shruti and I were on standing orders to find him any Mallu woman interested in a threesome."

"I think you just got harder thinking about another woman when you have your hot sister and busty mom in your arms, asshole," Sara said, a playful smile on her lips as she lightly punched me on the shoulder.

"Mallu girls," I grinned. Then I smacked her ass, hard. She gasped at the stinging slap. "Now on your knees. Mommy-slut, get her ready for my cock. I'm going to pound my sister's ass."

"Oh, yes, Sir," moaned Mom, her voice husky, eager to please.

"It better be my ass you're thinking about while fucking me," Sara said, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Keep that tone with me, and I'll bend you over my knee."

She smiled. "I just might like that."

Then she turned onto her hands and knees, presenting that beautiful ass. So firm and curving. She had a great ass. I stared at it, loving my red handprint marring her flesh. Oh, yes, she would be over my knee before too long. That ass was too inviting to give up.

"I also love watching women getting spanked," I groaned. "My last kink."

Sara wiggled her ass at me, teasing me as Mom knelt before her. Damn, I loved my half-sister. She would be my wife. I bet there was states were we could marry. Technically, she was my first cousin. My dad's name wasn't on her birth certificate. I would have to look into that. Maybe relocate the family in a few years.

"Anal can hurt," Mom said as she ran her fingers through Sara's dripping pussy lips. "But if you are ready for it, cocks are lubed with spit or pussy juices, then it is amazing. I've had some of my best orgasms with your father's cock in my ass."

"I bet Daddy fucked you so hard," Sara moaned, savoring the word. I could hear the joy in her voice. Just knowing she had a Daddy who loved her, even if he had passed away, made her feel wonderful. Dad always did show affection for Sara and Janhvi, treating them like he did my sisters and me.

Damn, Dad was a stud.

"So we're going to get you nice and juicy for your first time," Mom moaned and shoved two fingers into my sister's hot, tight twat. Sara moaned, shuddering as Mom licked her tongue up through her taint and between the cheeks of her ass. "We'll use spit and pussy juices to get you lubed up."

"Oh, damn, Aunt Shriya," gasped Sara as my mom rimmed her ass. "Oh, isn't that nasty?"

"So nasty, Miss," Mom answered. "That's what makes it hot. So sour. Mmm, I love it."

I licked my lips, envying my mom. I slowly stroked my dick, wanting a taste of my sister's ass as Mom's tongue licked and swirled about her sphincter, getting her nice and wet while her fingers pumped in and out of Sara's snatch. Mom pulled her two digits out, covered in my sister's cream, and moved them up to Sara's asshole.

My half-sister gasped as Mom worked the first of her fingers into the tight, brown sphincter. I groaned, my balls aching as Sara's back arched. Her sandy-blonde hair danced about her shoulders as she wiggled.

"Oh, that feels soooo weird," gasped Sara. "Your finger is going so deep in me, Aunt Shriya."

"Does it feel good?" I asked, moving around the bed. I grabbed her blonde hair, yanking her head up to look at me. "Does it, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she moaned. "It does. It's weird, almost burning and yet... Oooh, yes, that's even better."

My mom had slid the second finger in, making Sara rock and shudder on the bed, her eyes fluttering as her hips undulated. She moaned again, sounding so wanton and aroused. She licked her lips, eyes fluttering. Her lashes were so long and lovely. I stared into her eyes as Mom fingered and rimmed her, watching the pleasure cross my half-sister's face.

Damn, this was hot. I wanted to share everything with Sara. I wanted her to enjoy my sisters with me, especially Janhvi. I wanted to watch her make her own mother cum.

"Shit," I groaned and rammed my cock into her mouth. "Keep me hard but don't make me cum. I just want to feel that mouth on my dick while Mom gets you ready."

Sara moaned her yes about my dick as I shuddered. My balls ache so much as I held her hair, savoring her warm, wet mouth around my cock. She didn't suck and tried not to move her tongue, but it was still paradise. My eyes were locked on Mom ripping her fingers out of my sister's asshole and moving them lower, out of sight.

Sara moaned. Mom had shoved her fingers back into Sara's pussy.

"Get her ready for me, Mommy-slut," I growled. "Get her nice and loose. I'm going to pound her asshole so hard."

"Yes," Mom moaned. "I will, Sir. I will make sure your top slave is ready for you. That she will cum so hard when you fuck her. I know you want to make her cum. You are such a generous man, like your father. You want your women happy."

"'A happy woman will do anything for her man,'" I quoted Dad. He had been grooming me to be a dominant, to probably claimed Sara as my submissive lover if everyone in the family realized we had been in love since children.

"She will," Mom moaned. "Look at Sara. You made her very happy, Sir."

"I licked her pussy to orgasm before I popped her cherry. And she tasted wonderful."

"That will do it," Mom smiled.

My sister moaned about my cock, vocalizing her agreement. The humming delight of her voice sent flutters racing down my dick. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. I wanted that ass. I watched Mom work a third finger into Sara's sphincter, widening her brown ring, getting her ready for my dick's girth.

Damn, this was so hot. So sexy. My own fucking harem of women. Sara at the top, then Mom and her sister, and then my sisters. Maybe other girls. Nabha, my older sisters best friend, was always flirting with me, cock-teasing me like Nidhhi did. Those two would have to learn there are consequences to teasing a man and making him hard.

"Fuck," I snarled, my balls aching. "She's ready, Mom."

Mom pulled her fingers out of my sister's ass. She held them up to me, a twinkle in her eye. "She is, Sir."

I licked her fingers, savoring the lingering traces of sweet pussy mixed with sour ass. I groaned as I pulled my dick out of Sara's mouth. She sucked in deep breaths as I moved on the bed, Mom sliding out of the way.

"May I guide you in, Sir?" Mom asked, her eyes big. "I want to hold my son's big, thick cock as he fucks his sister's ass for the first time." There was motherly pride in her voice.

"Yes," I growled.

She shoved her fingers between her thighs, rubbing her pussy before she seized my cock, stroking her cream onto my shaft. I grinned at her as she brought me to my half-sister's asshole. Sara watched over her shoulder, her face tight, fear in her eyes.

"Sara," I said. "You're a fucking tomboy. You once skinned both your knees and wanted to keep on playing. Don't be scared. Trust me."

Her breath quickened. She nodded. "I do, Cherry. I do. You won't harm me."

"He'll only hurt you," Mom purred. "And that is something completely different" She rubbed my cock against Sara's tight sphincter. "Now fuck your sister's virgin ass. She needs it so badly. Her ass is yours."

"Mine," I snarled and thrust.

Sara's back arched. Her head snapped up. She hugged a pillow to her as my dick forced past her tight sphincter. My eyes widened as the velvety, hot tightness of her bowels gripped me. I pushed deeper and deeper as she groaned, shuddering, clenching down hard on my dick. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath when I bottomed out in her.

"I took you," she groaned, voice tight with pain. "I took you, Cherry."

"You did," I growled, my hand sliding around her hip to her stomach. "God, you are tight. I could just stay like this forever, savoring your bowels."

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her breath slowing, her bowels relaxing. My finger reached for her clit and--

Her phone blared Pharrell's Happy. She threw a look to her discarded jeans on the floor, her phone peeking out of a pocket, the screen lighting up. "That's your house's landline, Cherry."

 

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"Ananya," I groaned. My little sister eschewed cell phones for some reason--don't ask. She enjoyed having her kindle eReader, which wasn't even a proper tablet she could do something else on beside reading books. Only her and my mom ever used our landline. "Why would she be...?"

Sara and I both looked at each other, our eyes widening as the same idea popped into our head.

Last night, when Sara and I had made love and fucked four times, we had not been quiet. My bedroom was on the third floor, sharing the attic with a storage room. Ananya's was on the second floor but not directly beneath mine. She was the only person home last night, and she might have heard us.

And now she was calling Sara. She never called Sara.

"Get the phone, Mom," I growled, my finger rubbing on Sara's clit. "Hurry."

"Yes, Sir," she said, not questioning, hearing the authority in my voice.

"Cherry?" Sara asked.

"Talk to her," I grinned. "If she heard us last night, I want to know if she's turned on. Probe her. Put her on speaker phone and let's find out how ripe my sister's cherry is."

Sara's bowels clenched on my dick. "Oh, you are a wicked brother."

"Uh-huh," Mom said, rushing back to the bed and handing Sara her iPhone.

"Quiet," I told Mom, my finger slightly stroking Sara's clit. I wanted to pound her ass so hard, but I resisted.

Sara connected the proper sequence of dots on the screen to unlock it and hit the speaker button. "Hey, Cupcake, this is a surprise."

"Are you with Cherry?" the quiet voice of my sister asked. I imagined her in the kitchen, sitting at the island on one of the stools, the phone pressed against her ear, her petite body trembling. She was just budding into womanhood, a late bloomer compared to Nidhhi or even Janhvi.

Sara glanced at me. I shook my head.

"No, no, he went to play a game of pickup basketball with his asshole friends," Sara answered. "I decided to hangout at the house. So what's up, Cupcake?"

"I..." Ananya's voice hesitated. "Well... I don't know... It's... Maybe this was a bad idea."

"You heard Cherry and I making love last night," Sara boldly said, her bowels clenching on my dick.

I fought a groan, rubbing her clit. Sara shivered as there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then Ananya said, "I...did. So...?"

Her cheeks must be crimson right now, her cute glasses slipping down her button nose. Damn, it was torture not fucking Sara's hot, tight bowels. My dick ached so badly. I needed that sweet friction about me.

"So...what? Why did I make love to your brother?"

"I know why." Ananya swallowed. "You love him."

"I do. And it was so sexy. Your brother made our first time special."

"He did." Her voice rose, interest clear in her tone. "That's good. What was it...like?"

"Why are you so curious? Eager to have that special boy carry you off and pop your cherry. Who is it?"

"There's no one," Ananya said. "Not really."

Sara looked at me and mouthed, "She wants you."

Mom nodded her head, lying on the bed, biting her lip as she slowly rubbed at her pussy lips, listening to her youngest daughter's breathy, virginal curiosity. Mom's breasts jiggled so invitingly while Sara shifted.

"You can tell me who the boy is," Sara purred. "Is it a boy at school?"

"I guess," Ananya squirmed. "So what was it like? When he... You know?"

"Popped my cherry?"

"That's not romantic," Ananya gasped. "I thought you said it was romantic."

"It was so romantic, Cupcake." Sara shuddered. "I walked in wearing this tight tank top, no bra, and his eyes just bugged out. I could tell he wanted me. That we were finally going all the way. He pulled me to him, so strong, claiming my lips."

"Wow," Ananya said, her voice throaty.

"The kiss was amazing. I mean, fireworks and bells and all that. I melted against him. It was the best kiss ever. I squirmed on his lap, and I could feel him growing hard."

"His penis?"

"Come on, say the right word," Sara purred. "I know they use dirty words in all those romances you read."

"His cock!" She said it fast, excited. "You felt his cock?"

"I did, Cupcake. Your brother was hung. He was so hard beneath me. I ground and groaned on him, growing hotter and wetter. And then he laid me on the bed."

Listening to Sara describe last night to my--our--little sister made me ache. I slowly pulled my dick back, savoring the hot grip of her ass as Sara told about how it felt to have her nipples sucked and how I kissed down to her pussy. "He pulled off my panties, and I was exposed. I was so scared and thrilled all at the same time. He was seeing me naked. All of me, and there was such desire in her eyes."

"Oh, I want that," panted Ananya. She must be wet, too, squirming, her virgin pussy soaking her panties.

Mom groaned, rubbing harder at her pussy. Her toes curled as she masturbated, her black curls engulfing her fingers. She shoved two digits into her pussy, biting her lip to fight off another moan. Her eyes fluttered. I understood. This was so damned hot.

I pushed my dick forward, muffling my grunts as Sara's tight ass gripped my cock, the friction racing through me.

"And then he ate my pussy, Cupcake. He devoured me." Sara shuddered. "Oh, god, it was so many sensations. They were all mixing and swirling. It made masturbation pale. He was so wonderful. My sexy man was eating me out, pleasing me, loving me. His eyes stared up at me and I knew. I knew, Ananya, that he loved me."

"Oh, yes," Ananya moaned. Was my sister masturbating on the other end of the line, rubbing her virgin, eighteen-year-old cunt? "Then what? Did he make love to you? Did he take your maidenhead?"

"Yes." Sara bucked into me, sliding her ass up my shaft as I thrust, her hips shaking. "His cock was in me. We were united, one flesh. It was so intimate. I was his woman. He was atop me, loving me, pumping away, driving me wild. Cupcake, it was the best thing ever. Ooh, I hope you and your special boy have as much fun as we did."

"There's no one," Ananya repeated. "But...but... Oh, you're so lucky, Sara. My brother is so handsome and...and..." Breathy squeaks came through the phone.

"She's cumming," Mom whispered, rubbing her pussy faster. "My baby girl is cumming. She's masturbating to you, Sir."

Sara groaned, listening to the wild gasps of Ananya on the other end of the phone as I slid my dick faster and faster in and out of her bowels. Her flesh gripped me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I reamed my dick in and out of her depths. I diddled Sara's clit harder.

"It was amazing, Cupcake," moaned Sara. "I came so hard on his dick. So hard. My pussy spasmed on him. I loved it!"

And then her bowels spasmed on my dick. Sara was cumming, too, adding her moans to my sister's gasps. I fucked her harder, not caring any longer about being quiet. My dick ached. This was too much. Ananya wanted me to make love to her, to take her cherry like I had taken Sara's.

And I had to pluck her cherry. I had to fuck my little sister.

"Oh, yes, Cupcake," moaned Sara. "It was amazing. He's my man. I'm so happy. I want you to be happy, too. I want you to surrender to the man you desire. To give yourself to him."

Ananya let out a moan in the background. Then she gasped. I could hear her embarrassed, fluttered breath, and then she quickly blurted out, "I have to go. Bye."

The line went dead. "Fuck," exploded out of my breath as I pounded my sister's tight ass, rocking her on the bed. "Fuck, that was so hot."

"It was," Mom gasped, her body heaving. "She came. The little vixen was masturbating on the phone with you."

"I know," Sara moaned. "Oh, it was so hot. Especially with your dick in my asshole, Cherry."

"And my finger on your clit." I rubbed harder and she bucked.

"So hot. That was amazing." Her hips bucked back into me, her hot, tight bowels gripping my dick. "Mmm, yes, pound my ass, Cherry. Ram that huge dick into me. Oh, yes. My brother's big cock is in my asshole. My man's dick. Fuck me. I need to cum again. And then you have to dump all your cum in my bowels."

"Because all of your holes are mine?" I snarled. "Mine to cum in whenever I want?"

"Yes!"

"If we're at the mall, and I say, 'Pull down your panties,' what do you do?"

"Pull them down and offer you my cunt," she moaned, bucking harder, her words driving me wild.

I pounded her ass, my balls smacking into her taint, her butt-cheeks rippling. "And if we're at school and I say 'Sara, fall to your knees,' what do you do?"

"Fall to my knees, unzip your pants, and suck your cock, Cherry."

"Even if we're in the middle of a crowded hallway? All the students passing. Your friends watching you suck my cock."

Her bowels clenched so hard on my dick. "They would all watch me be your cock-sucking whore, Cherry. I would show them how a girl worships her man's dick and swallows all of his cum. Every last drop."

"Damn, I love you," I panted, my dick aching in the depths of her bowels. Her hot, tight flesh gripped me so hard.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Oh, you two are so beautiful together, Sir," Mom moaned. "Just perfect. Your father would be so proud of you both. He was eager for you to take command of your half-sister, to make her your woman. He wanted you to be as happy as him."

"Shit," I groaned, my balls ready to burst.

I slammed my dick hard and fast into Sara's bowels. I growled, the friction building the pressure in my nuts. They thwacked into her body, full of cum, ready to flood her. I groaned, rubbing harder at her clit as I humped over her, watching her supple back writhe as she bucked back into me.

Her blonde hair danced as she undulated her hips. She grunted and groaned, slamming back into me. Her bowels tightened. Her head snapped back. And then she came again. Juices flooded around my finger on her clit as her asshole spasmed on my dick, milking my cock.

"Cum in my ass, Cherry," she growled. "Please! Cum in your slutty, submissive sister's asshole."

"Do it," moaned Mom, frigging herself to another orgasm, her tits bouncing as she humped. "Please, Sir. Empty your balls into her asshole."

"Yes," I growled and buried to the hilt into Sara's tight asshole.

My cock unloaded. Pleasure pumped through me. It surged to my mind. My back arched. Stars danced before my eyes. Ecstasy bathed through me. Ananya's face burned bright in my mind, a beacon. My next conquest. I was going to enjoy her.

And Mom and Sara were going to help.

As the pleasure peaked in me, an idea formed in my mind. Something so naughty and wonderfully delicious, a way to cement I was the man of the house. I shuddered a final time, the last blast of cum flooding into my half-sister's tight bowels. She groaned, milking me.

"Oh, thank you for cumming in me," moaned Sara. "I so needed that, Cherry. You always know what I need."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, pulling my cock out of her asshole.

"And you made a mess, dear," Mom purred. "I hope you remember the rule."

Sara's eyes widened as she looked at my dick. Then she turned around. Her nose wrinkled, smelling her sour ass on it. But then she licked up my shaft to the top. I groaned, savoring her submission, her willingness to degrade herself for my pleasure.

"Let me help," Mom moaned, nuzzling in, licking at the other side of my dirty cock.

"Damn," I groaned, staring at their faces. "Oh, you two are such wicked sluts." They would do anything for me. Even let me pee in their mouths... "We're going to have fun today. There is an eighteen-year-old virgin pining for her brother. I think she needs her 'cousin' to help her out, soothe her fears, and get her ready to have her maidenhead pricked."

"You wicked boy," groaned Mom. "Yes, Sir, I totally agree with you. That's what my daughter needs."

Sara winked at me and then sucked on the crown of my cock hard. Damn, it was great being the man of the house.

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Ananya

Embarrassment flooded through me. My hand was still in my shorts and panties, pressed against my wet, virgin pussy. I couldn't believe I had masturbated listening to Sara talk about making love to my older brother.

But Cherry was so handsome, like one of the heroes out of a romance novel. He was so muscled, like Dad, and broad-shouldered. My brother's hands were strong. And he knew how to please a woman, just like the men in the romances did. They seduced their women, gave them pleasure, and then took them so hard.

Ravished them.

My pussy clenched, and I shuddered as I rubbed my fingers up and down my hot pussy. I shivered, the bar stool creaking beneath me. I set the receiver down. The long, curly cord led back to the phone mounted on the wall.

Cherry. How wonderful would it be if Cherry made love to me? But he was Sara's boyfriend. And he was my brother. I couldn't have him. It would be soooo wrong.

And that made my pussy tingle. I rubbed myself again, closing my eyes and--

Stairs creaked. Bare feet padded.

I gasped, wrenching my hands out of my pussy, my cheeks burning as I fumbled at the fasteners of my jean shorts. My heart thudding, Nidhhi stumbled into the kitchen. My older, far bustier sister walked in, her hair a tangled mess, her breasts stretching out a pink tank top, a pair of bright-red, lacy panties clinging to her hips and crotch.

"Hey, Ananya," she muttered on her walk to the refrigerator.

"You slept in," I said, my cheeks on fire. I wiped my fingers off on my shorts. But I could smell my fresh pussy juices. What if she could smell them, too? What if she realized I was masturbating in our kitchen? I wanted to bolt.

"Late night," she yawned.

"Working at Dairy Queen?" I arched an eyebrow. "I didn't think they were open past 11."

"Drive thru's open later at this one. Get the people coming home from the bars hungry." She yawned again, stretching. If Cherry was here, he would be staring at Nidhhi's ass in those tight panties. The fabric had dipped into her crack and molded to her round cheeks.

He would never notice me. I was so flat, so petite. Puberty had done its best to ignore me. But it would be so wonderful to lie with Cherry. I would let him make love to me. I would. I didn't care if it was wrong. He was so handsome. My sexy brother.

"Right, no OJ," grumbled Nidhhi and closed the fridge. "Mom better go grocery shopping today."

I nodded absently. My pussy tingled again. I put my bowl of cereal in the sink then rushed upstairs. I had to masturbate again. To Cherry. I slammed my door behind me, locked it, and threw myself on my pink comforter, surrounded by my stuffed animals. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties before i grabbed my large teddy bear. He was as big as me.

"Cherry," I moaned as the fluffy bear loomed over me. I rubbed my crotch against the teddy bear's, savoring the slide of his soft fur against my virgin pussy, and humped, pretending it was Cherry on top of me.

To be continued...

 

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Bollywood M.I.L.F Plumber -- 1

The week had been a busy one, the last thing I needed on a Friday afternoon was a lengthy callout on someone's blocked drain or toilet.... but when the call came thru at around 3pm to go to a blocked sink the only positive thing I could think of was; at least it's on my way home.

In the eastern suburbs the majority of houses were of the rather posh kind, complete with posh or snobby occupiers. But I got a pleasant surprise when I knocked on the door of this one, a big home with a double garage out the front of it. The lady who opened the door smiled and introduced herself as Ayesha.

"Hi, problem's with the laundry tub in the garage," she told me as she led me to the garage.

As I followed this tall brunette to the garage I couldn't help but notice her firm buns moving freely under the thin fabric of her cotton shorts, complete with pantyline. The sleeveless T-shirt she had on fitted her trim form nicely, just a shame it showed too much of the bra she was wearing.... I just love T-shirts on women without a bra on.... Her shoulder length dark brown hair framed her face nicely and if I was to guess her age she'd have been 35 or so.

In the garage she showed me the laundry setup and left me to it, disappearing within a minute or so of me getting into my work. Ayesha returned a few minutes later, this time she was wearing the same shorts and tee, but it was immediately obvious that her bra was gone. The gentle sag of her breasts, the fabric clinging to the fullness of her womanly form and the nipples protruding was a real turn on for me.

"How is it going," Ayesha asked as she moved around in the garage, making it look as though she was doing some tidying when in reality all she was doing was making her breasts jiggle underneath her thin t-shirt.

"Yeah fine, looks like it's just the p-trap that's blocked so it shouldn't be too long M'am," I replied. As I was lying under the sink I could see her looking at my crotch, my cock at halfmast making for a nice show thru the cargo pants I was wearing.

"Oh, OK then," she replied. I swear she sounded disappointed.

As I was tidying up my tools I saw Ayesha come into the garage again, this time she bent over with her firm bum towards me. I looked and then looked again, the pantyline had definitely gone. Oh, and she stayed bent over for far longer than was necessary, as if to make sure I would get a good look at her firm posterior.

This in itself is not that unusual in my job, women sometimes will flirt and carry on like this, but unless it's obvious the woman is single AND the woman makes the first move I will just leave it at that. And hey, Ayesha was wearing a wedding ring.

So as I wrote up the jobsheet and asked Ayesha to sign it off I swear she looked disappointed. I wished her a nice weekend and with that I was off.

The following week I had almost forgotten about Ayesha when I got a call to go to her house yet again, this time around 10 on the Tuesday morning. Our despatcher made a joke over the phone that I had left the lady of the house unsatisfied, better make a good job of it this time.

Now getting a repeat call either means you've cocked up the repair job or there is an ulterior motive on the part of the customer.... As soon as Ayesha opened the door I could see her ulterior motives...both her nipples were making an impression on the flimsy dressing gown she was wearing.

As I walked in she smiled broadly, and started off, "Last week I didn't have the nerve to tell you about my friend Sonakshi, she told me about the special service you provided for her last month, I want the same, right now."

With that she simply dropped the gown off her shoulders and so she was standing there in just a pair of high heels.

"Sonakshi told me about your tongue pleasuring her, your big long dick probing her, your repeat performances leaving her sore and fulfilled...that's what I want, please Jai," Ayesha asked with a pleading look on her face.

"What about your husband," I asked.

"I am divorced she said, just wear the ring when I choose. By the look of your cock tenting your pants I'd say you are keen to get on the job Jai," Ayesha said as she grinned lustily at me.

Looking her over from head to toe I had to admit I was looking forward to ravishing this woman. So when I put my toolbag down and pulled my polo shirt off, Ayesha took that as the go-signal and she was promptly undoing my pants, then dropped to her knees to unlace my workboots.

Once my workboots were off and my cargo pants were on the floor as well, Ayesha stayed on her knees in front of me. As she kissed my growing cock thru my boxer shorts I saw a camera in the corner of the room, with the red light on. "Hey, are you taping this," I asked Ayesha.

"Yeah, for when I get old and wrinkly, will give me something to masturbate to," Ayesha explained.

"Oh OK, better we put in a good performance then huh," I replied.

"Yes, please young man," Ayesha saucily said as she peeled my boxers down and got her fingers wrapped around my now almost completely stiff prick. Ayesha lifted my shaft out of the way and started sucking one of my balls into her mouth, lovingly and tenderly lapping and sucking.

After doing this to both my nuts for a minute or two she licked the underside of my cock from root to tip, before softly taking my helmet into her mouth and sucking on it sensuously.