Anita’s Family Incest Treasures – Part 4
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> Hello readers, thanks for your positive feedback and support for my previous stories. This series is a little different from > other stories. You will find seduction and inclusion of all the members of families of two sisters, and events unfolded as > narrated. > > Please send your comments and suggestions to [email protected] and [email protected]. Please send appreciative comments > and refrain from sending sleazy or hurtful comments to the family. As an author, I am prepared to receive bouquets or brickbats. Within seconds Atul became hard, which was the first time for him, being ready for a second fuck so soon, and he mounted her again. He whispered, “Amma, tell all the details, how, where, when?” Rekha told him all the juicy details as he was fucking her. Atul did not let her sleep. He kept asking all the details and saying’ wow’ a hundred times. Anita announced at breakfast the next morning, “Atul and Rahul will apply for leave for three days from Monday.” Arun asked, surprised, “Why?” Rekha looked at him and laughed, “So that we will have full six days of fun.” Arun was still confused, and Atul was looking into his plate. He was very shy and asked Anita and Rekha to tell others. Anita said, “Why should we be hypocrites? Why fuck behind closed doors when all of us know who is fucking whom?” Arun panicked and said, “Shh, Anita, Atul is listening.” Rekha smiled and said, “Ri, sorry we kept it a secret from you, but we wanted to tell you when the time was ripe. Atul is fucking me, and he knows that Anita is fucking you and Rahul and that Rahul is fucking me. He has no issues. He is thrilled.” Arun’s face lit up like a thousand-watt bulb. He jumped up and said, “Wow. What great news and a relief! Rekha and I were feeling so guilty. Come on, this calls for hugs and kisses.” Men shook hands and lightly hugged. But when they hugged women, they crushed boobs and asses and kissed passionately. Sachin clapped and laughed happily. He must have thought that they were playing a game. Suddenly everyone looked at him. Rahul said,” What about him? Though he is a small kid, won’t we feel uncomfortable fucking in front of him?” Atul laughed and said, ” Arrangements have been made. My sister Vani is coming to pick up Sachin. Sachin will be happy to play with her daughter, Divya. She will keep Sachin for as long as we want.” The doorbell chimed, and Atul opened the door. In walked Vani, his sister. She wore a light green salwar, kameez. Salwar was tight and was showing off her curves quite provocatively. Her big boobs profile and buttock’s curves were mouthwatering. The dressing was normal and was not meant to be provocative. On any other woman, it would not have been so erotic. Rahul’s jaw fell open. He was jolted into this world when Anita poked him in the ribs and whispered,” You idiot, don’t stare. Vani is asking how is your job?” Rahul stuttered, “Great, Vani. Only the night shifts are tiring. I am not getting adequate sleep.” Vani laughed and said,” Don’t worry. You will get used to it. We all went through the grind.” Her voice was husky and sexy. She could rise cocks just with her voice. Vani was quite beautiful, with large almond-shaped eyes, a full mouth, an aquiline nose and a captivating smile. She sat, had coffee, and told them she had to rush back before traffic jams started. She carried Sachin and left. Atul went with her to accompany her to the taxi. Sachin was a merry, happy and friendly child, not prone to tantrums. He waved to his dad as the taxi sped away. When Atul entered, he was shocked. All were naked. Anita was sucking her dad’s cock. Rekha sat on the sofa with both legs on the armrests, cunt wide open, and Rahul was licking her. Rekha spread her arms and invited Atul, “Come to Amma, my darling son, give your banana to Amma.” Atul was very shy and said, “Amma, I need time. Until I am comfortable, I will fuck you in the bedroom, but I will lick you and Anita.” Rahul vacated his place and gave his cock to Rekha to suck. Atul stared in amazement at the wet pink innards of Rekha’s pulsating cunt, and latched on to it. Later, Anita rode her dad, and Atul watched as Rahul pounded Rekha. All decided not to rush Atul, as he had to overcome his shyness. After Rahul filled Rekha’s cunt with cum, she asked Atul to carry her to the bedroom. She closed her thighs tight to retain the cum. Rekha made Atul fuck her with Rahul’s warm cum inside her cunt. Atul found it very erotic and thrilling. Later he asked her, “Why were you all so horny?” She laughed and said, “Rahul. He was mad after seeing Vani.” Atul seriously told her to tell all others to leave Vani out of it. The next six days were pure heaven for all. They roamed naked or only in undergarments. They fucked everywhere, in the hall, kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms. The only time they wore proper clothes was when the maid worked. Atul overcame shyness on the second day. He was happy that no one seemed to pay attention. They all discussed and decided that the only way to make him feel comfortable would be to feel that no one was paying any attention. Their fun was further enhanced by Raj’s chatting. One of the groups whose hands were free would chat with him to describe what was happening. Raj would send very sexy fuck clips. He had a large collection. One evening, Rahul relaxed on the sofa after pumping cum in Rekha’s cunt. Anita was licking his cock of her mom’s cunt juices and his cum. He was chatting with Raj. Suddenly Raj asked him. Raj: Rahul, is your mom sexy? Did you also have fantasies about fucking her? Rahul didn’t reply. Raj waited for 30 minutes and wondered if Rahul was offended. He felt that Rahul should frankly tell him if he was hurt. When Raj was about to log out, Rekha typed. Rekha: What have you done? Raj: I am sorry. I didn’t think he would be so offended. Rekha: Rahul is crazy. When you asked him about his mom, he snapped like you put on a switch. He fucked Anita wildly, calling, “Pratyusha, my darling mom.” After he cummed, his cock didn’t go down. He fucked me also, saying his mom’s name. Raj: Oh. I am sorry. Rekha: He knows that his mom is not like me. She is very orthodox, and he can never hope to fuck her. Raj: Then ask him to fuck you, imagining her. Rekha: Yes, that is the only way. Rekha and Anita were getting tired. Rahul was like a man possessed fucking nonstop calling out her mom’s name. He pleaded with Rekha to convince her younger sister, Pratyusha, for fucking. Finally, Rekha pinged Raj. Raj: What’s up? Rekha: You started a fire and are enjoying the fun. Rahul wants to fuck his mom and is daily pestering me to convince her. Raj: Oh, sorry. Rekha: You started the fire. You put it off. I am giving you Pratyusha’s id. I will tell her to chat with you. You convince her. Raj: My god. She might kill me. Rekha: We will send flowers to your funeral. Good luck. Pratyusha liked what she saw in the mirror. No, she loved what she saw in the mirror. Her smooth skin was glowing after a shower. Her large black eyes, pouting red lips and rosy complexion were alluring. She thought, “Who will believe that I am a mother of a grown-up Young man working in an MNC?” Her boobs were quite big, but there was no sag, despite heavy mauling by her hubby, Sunil, and childbirth. Pratyusha’s nipples areola large circles with prominent nipples were like car headlights. Any man fortunate enough to look at them will freeze like a deer caught up in car headlights. She lifted her arms and admired her underarms with marble-like smoothness and a glowing complexion like her body. Pratyusha thought, “My sister Rekha and I are very lucky. Women of our age transform into road rollers, with mountains of loose flesh hanging from everywhere or into dried sticks. Everyone thinks Rekha and her daughter Anita are sisters.” By the time Pratyusha completed inspection of her smooth stomach, deep navel, puffed-up poori-like cunt mound, and firm buttocks, Sunil pulled her onto the bed. He kissed her and said, ” You have admired enough. Now let me devour you.” Pratyusha purred like a cat as he mauled and sucked her tits. He inserted a finger, smiled, and said, “Darling. why are you so wet?” Pratyusha said naughtily, ” I flow when you look at me, even in a crowd. When you suck my boob, can I stop my cunt?” Sunil buried his head in her crotch and licked her juices clean. She braced herself when he rammed his thick, long, hot, and throbbing cock in one go. Even after so many years, his rough fucking always excited and thrilled her. She said proudly, “Ri, if there is a gold medal award for best fucking husband, you will win.” Without slowing down, he pounded hard and said,” Darling, you will win a gold medal for taking the pounding for many years.” They kissed passionately, and he filled her cunt after fucking in many positions. Finally, she milked cum from his cock while riding hard and fast. She collapsed on him, panting heavily. She said, ” Ri, maybe we should slow down a bit?” He laughed and said, “From four times a day, we came down three times a week. How can you slow down anymore?” Pratyusha got up, slipped into a nighty, went into the kitchen, and was immersed in her daily chores. Sunil got ready, and as they were having breakfast, she studied him.  Pratyusha thanked her parents for choosing him as her hubby. Her parents wanted both daughters to stay in their town, and they found suitable matches. While Rekha’s hubby Arun was quite handsome like a Bollywood hero, Pratyusha’s hubby was strong, rugged, muscular and had his charm. Both were managers in different banks. Often, she observed other women looking at him unobtrusively. Some of them, lustily. She wondered, “How does he manage to remain faithful? Many women colleagues, customers must be flirting with him.” Sunil also thought the same thing, “Many men lust for her, even senior citizens who walk slowly, walk very fast to overtake her to feast on her beauty. How is she managing to be so faithful?” Sunil observed even his son Rahul, and Arun, Rekha’s hubby, sometimes look at her with more than common interest. Sunil gave her a tight hug and kiss and left for the office. Pratyusha sighed and slumped on the sofa. Now her boredom will start until Sunil returns from the office. So many things happened to make her feel lonely. Her son left home to join a job in the city, and he was staying with Anita. Her sister Rekha and her hubby Arun also shifted to Atul’s house several months back. Pratyusha thought they would return after a few days. But now, it looked like they had shifted permanently. When Rekha was here, they would go shopping for movies three times a week. But now, Pratyusha was spending time watching stupid TV serials and waiting for weekend visits of her son. Suddenly her mobile rang. It was Rekha. Rekha said, “Hi, Pratyusha, how are you?” Pratyusha said, “Akka, it is unfair. You people left us and forgot us. When are you coming back?” Rekha said, “Not in the near future. You come and stay with us.” Pratyusha said angrily, “You are supposed to visit married daughter, not stay there permanently. And you are inviting us also?” Rekha laughed heartily and said, “Why? Atul is also our son, like Rahul.” Pratyusha said, “I am getting bored, Akka. I wait for Rahul’s weekend visit, and he seems to be waiting to go back to the city impatiently. Do you think he has fallen in love?” Rekha smiled. She knew why Rahul wanted to come back to the city. He was addicted to Anita’s and her cunts. Rekha said,” I don’t think so. He didn’t tell me. Listen, why don’t you chat with Raj, my online chat friend? You won’t feel bored.” Pratyusha asked, “Who is he? Your college friend? Do I know him?” Rekha said, “No, even I don’t know him. Just my online friend.” Pratyusha said firmly, “No, Akka. It is risky to talk to strangers.” Rekha said, “OK. Use my mail id, and change the password. I will open another mail id.” Pratyusha said OK and logged in. Raj was already logged in. Raj: Hi, Rekha. Pratyusha: Hi, I am not Rekha, I am Pratyusha, her sister. Raj: Oh, Pratyusha. Rekha told me about you that you were alone and bored. Your son is staying with them in the city. Pratyusha: What else she told about me? Raj: That you are happily married and you are a handsome couple. Pratyusha and Raj cautiously started. By the end of an hour, they were chatting easily about movies, songs, actors and general topics. On the second day, Raj talked about his family, work experiences, and visits to foreign countries. Pratyusha felt quite comfortable. He was easy to talk to. He was a gentleman and did not ask any irritating or embarrassing questions. He listened if she wanted to share anything. On the third day, Rekha asked her how was her friendship with Raj was going on. Pratyusha said it was interesting, nothing more. On the third day, Pratyusha asked him how he knew Rekha. Raj: Promise me that you won’t shut me out if I tell you? Pratyusha: OK, I promise. Raj: My hobby is erotic story writing. Rekha is my big fan. Pratyusha: Don’t joke. My sister is not like that. Raj: Do you think all women who enjoy reading sex stories are not morally sound? Pratyusha: I don’t know about others. My sister is orthodox, and she won’t like such stories. Raj: Unless you read, how would you know about my stories? Pratyusha: You may be a good writer, but you write sex stories. Raj: Shall I send a few? Read and comment. Pratyusha: OK. I am curious to know. Raj sent a few stories, Riz, train and bus fuck stories to her mail. It was a fantastic experience for her. Sunil had bought a few sleazy books in the past, but they put her off. Raj’s narration was good. It felt like she was watching a movie, and she was the heroine. Her cunt flowed like a tap, and she fingered her cunt. Even after reading, the scenes in the stories were playing like a movie in her mind, making her hornier and hornier. When Sunil returned from the office, opened the front door with the key and entered, he was shocked. Pratyusha was not there to greet him with a hug and kiss. He thought, “Maybe she is in the bathroom.” When he closed and locked the door, he was shocked to find her behind the door, fully naked. She hugged, kissed and pushed him into the bedroom. Without breaking the kiss, she undressed him, lay on the bed and spread her legs. Sunil was already hard, but said,  “I will wash cock and come.” She dragged him by hand and said, “My cunt is on fire. You wash after cooling it with cum.” Sunil pushed cock in one stroke and fucked furiously. After he filled her cunt with cum, he asked, “What is the matter?” Pratyusha smiled and said, “I read a few sex stories and was super excited.” After that day, Pratyusha would chat with Raj, and he would tell the experiences of his chat friends. She would get excited and finger her cunt a lot. Sunil was thrilled by the sudden rejuvenation of their fuck life. After a few days, Pratyusha started chatting quite freely with Raj. She enjoyed the new experiences of never-ending wetness of cunt and horny thoughts and orgasms. Raj: Hi. Did you find time to read other stories sent? Pratyusha: Yes, they are good. Raj: Thanks. Just good? Not awesome etc.? Pratyusha: No. Raj: I know your ego is coming in the way to admit that you enjoyed it a lot, but never mind. You are still chatting. Pratyusha: Hmm. Did you send only these stories to Akka? Raj: I sent many stories. Pratyusha: Riz is real? Not fiction? Raj: Yes, in fact, I had a big fight with her. All women want their names and identities kept secret. Riz insisted her name be used and her email id should be given in the stories. Pratyusha: Why? She is married, and why was she taking a risk? Raj: I told her the same thing. She was adamant. Pratyusha: Oh. How many co.., how many men fu…, had sex with her? Raj: Pratyusha, why this hypocrisy? Use cunt, fuck, cock words. That will not make you slutty or indecent. Pratyusha: In our culture, decent women don’t use those words. Raj: In our culture, sex was celebrated and was given a high status. Only Muslim and British rulers forced all those ideas into our heads and minds that sex is a sin and is shameful. Pratyusha: I don’t believe you. Anyway, tell me, how many men had sex with Riz? Raj: You make a guess. Pratyusha: 5, 10? Raj: No. Higher. Pratyusha: OK, you tell me. Raj: Over 5000. Pratyusha: Impossible. I didn’t ask the number of fucks. A number of cocks. Pratyusha suddenly blushed. She used those words. Her cunt went into overdrive. Raj typed as if he didn’t notice. Raj: I am telling a number of cocks only. Shall I put a few fuck gifs? If you don’t like them, tell me. I will stop. If you are silent, I will keep putting it while we chat. Pratyusha: Hmm. OK. Are you mad? Even prostitutes’ scores in their careers won’t be so huge. Raj: Do you remember all the stories? Pratyusha read so many times she knew every word comma in the story. Pratyusha: Vaguely. Raj: Riz goes to a friend’s farmhouse for weekends for sex parties. Udaipur is a major tourist destination. One of her friends has a star hotel, so she would bring about 10 cocks. Another friend has many colleges and hostels. She brings about 5 to 10 cocks. So, on average, 20 cocks per week, 80 per month and about a thousand in a year. Pratyusha: My god, her husband has no idea at all? Raj: No, he is an unusual specimen. Only business travels all the time, fucks Riz once a month. Pratyusha: Riz has kids? Raj: No, I told her to get a baby from her boyfriend. She wants only from hubby, and it is not happening. Pratyusha: Hmmm. Does my Akka use all those bad words? Raj: Yes, she taught me a few Kannada words also, tullu, tunne. Then there was silence for some time. Pratyusha was excited beyond words. Her cunt refused to stop flowing. The gifs Raj was sending were mind-blowing. She was curious to hear about Riz but was hesitating to go ahead with chatting. What would Raj think about her? As if he read her thoughts, Raj typed. Raj: Pratyusha, I also thought like you. That horny woman existed only in horny men’s minds. All women hate sex and sex-related talk or topics. Pratyusha: It is true, isn’t it? Raj: No, farthest from the truth. Until I bought my laptop, we were all using desktops, and I never visited sex sites. When I bought my laptop, I visited one sex story site, and the stories were awful. I could write better, and I sent 2 stories. They were a big hit, and many women fans responded. Then I knew, women are hornier, have more capacity, and hunger for sex than men. Pratyusha: Are you out of your mind? Raj: No. Even a very horny super stud can fuck maybe 6 times a day. A woman can fuck more than 25 times in a day. Pratyusha: Hahaha. Do you know such women? Raj: Plenty. Riz. Sushma, Priya, Sheela. Pratyusha: They are all prostitutes? Raj: Not even one of them. All are well-educated married, and some of them are in top positions. Pratyusha: Their husbands are OK with their fucking? Raj: Yes, except Riz. Her hubby doesn’t know. Pratyusha: You said in our culture, sex was not taboo? Raj: Yes. Have you seen temples? The beautiful figures of sex poses and positions? If fucking is bad, why do we have them in temples? Pratyusha: True, I saw a YouTube video about Khajuraho, Konark. Raj: Not only there, but in south Indian temples also. If you check in google, there is one Renukamba temple in Chandragutti, Karnataka, where naked women worship the goddess. Pratyusha: Now, you are joking. Raj: No, seriously. Check Google. Women take a bath in a lake, walk naked, and visit the temple on a hill. One of my fans told me, he told me that he used to follow his mom and see all that. Pratyusha: Hmm, he saw his mom naked? Raj: Not only naked, but he saw her fucking also. It seems men stand on temple steps and offer coconuts to women. If a woman likes a man, she will accept coconut, and they fuck in the bushes. Pratyusha: Hahaha. Sounds so funny. Don’t tell me your fan fucked his mom also? Raj: Yes, he did. But after a few years. Pratyusha: Now stop this nonsense. It is not funny. How can a son fuck his mom? Raj: Mutual liking and consent. Pratyusha: Don’t talk rubbish. Raj: Hmm. Most sons lust for moms but get over the urge after having girlfriends and wives. Pratyusha: Stupid theory. Raj: Not so stupid. Depending on times and circumstances, concepts change. During the Roman era, kings and princes married their moms and sisters. Pratyusha: They were stupid. Raj: What about us? In the south, can a man marry his sister’s daughter? Brother’s daughter and sister’s son can marry? Is it not incest? Pratyusha: Do you know any moms and sons fucking, apart from that idiot fan? Raj: Yes. Many. Neha, Anita, Vani. Many more. Neha’s mom-son group has over 40 members. Pratyusha: They all have no samskara, no values, no morals. In our society, it can never happen. Raj: You are very beautiful and sexy. How do you know that your son doesn’t have such feelings for you? Pratyusha was furious. If he were in front of her, she would have killed him for suggesting such a thing. Pratyusha: Goodbye. Never talk to me again. Raj: OK, as you wish. I have sent Vanaja and Sujata stories. Read them. They are real stories. Bye. Pratyusha was still fuming when Rekha called her. Before Pratyusha could say’ hello,’ Rekha said,” Hi, Pratyusha, I have something important to tell you.” Pratyusha said, “Akka, I was about to call you about Raj.” Rekha said, “It can wait. First, listen to what I have to say. Today I went to wake up Rahul for lunch. I pushed open the door and went in. His back was to me. He didn’t know that I had come in. You know what he was doing?” Pratyusha asked curiously, “What?” Rekha said,” He was masturbating and…” Pratyusha laughed and said,” Akka, you talk like our Mother Superior in school. Healthy young men do masturbate. Yes, he forgot to bolt the door.” Rekha said,” You didn’t hear my full sentence. Laugh later, but listen. He was masturbating, looking at your picture on his laptop. You were bending, picking up something from the floor, pallu dropped, and more than eighty percent boobs were visible….” Rekha paused. Pratyusha was stunned, shocked beyond words.