Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Talk [Mom-Son]

The Talk

Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.

Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.

Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.

Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.

Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his life.

After having a look at the plush decorations of his flat, stacked with rich carpeting and exquisite furniture, looked upon his son and said "you seem to be doing well."

"Yes, these are gifted by the company" he replied.

"And the car" she asked?

"That is my own" he replied proudly.

"What did you do to get all this. Did any of your boss's daughters fell for your charms?" she asked him teasingly.

"No. My boss does not have any daughters" he replied.

"Then how did you posses all this" she asked smilingly while her eyes roamed again on the interiors.

"It's because, my Boss fell for my charms" he replied.

"How come" she said somewhat perplexed by his answer?

"Because she is a charming woman like you" he replied.

"I know how charming he is" she replied knowing very well that he was joking.

"Then why did you ask" he said.

"I wanted to see whether you have changed" she replied.

"Have I changed" he questioned her back?

"No, you have not. But I had a doubt" she replied.

"What doubt had you in mind" he asked.

"Being newly married, having a beautiful wife, well settled in life. I thought all this might have changed you" she replied.

"Nothing can change me. You know me" he said.

"Yes, I know you and I am happy that you have not changed. Tell me how is Rashmi" she asked enquiring about her daughter-in-law.

"Oh! She is fine" he replied.

"Missing her" she asked looking at his face.

"A little" he replied coyly.

"Only a little" she asked him quizzically.

"No I miss her a lot but now that you are here the things will change" he replied.

"How will they change" she asked.

"I will have your company till she returns" he replied shyly.

"You mean you will keep me only till she comes back" she asked.

"No, it's not that. You can stay here forever" he replied.

"But, I have come only for a short duration" she replied.

"Why don't you stay here itself Mom" he said.

"For how long" she asked?

"Forever" he replied.

"What about the farm. Who will take care of it" she said?

"Give it for lease or sell it" he replied.

"And?"

"And you can stay here" he replied.

"Till Rashmi comes back" she asked humorously.

"No Mom, not only till she returns but for ever" he said.

"Will you bear all my expenses" she asked?

"I will" he replied enthusiastically.

"Think again, I am spendthrift" she said.

"You just have to say and I will get it for you" he replied.

"Are you so sure" she asked.

"I am positive" he replied.

"We will see" saying this she went looking into other rooms and was pleased to see them equally well furnished. Finally when they stepped into his bedroom she was surprised to see a huge cot laid in the middle of the room with rich coverings and mirrors fixed at different angles. Seeing her own reflections in the mirrors she turned to face him and said "it's enchanting."

"If you like it you can use it" he said.

"I love it" saying this she laid down on the cot.

It was when his mother in her enthusiasm relaxed on the cot her sari slipped exposing her midriff. Adithya turned his face from looking at her bare body but whichever direction he turned her reflection was there in the mirror.

Adithya shied and felt embarrassed to stand in front of her and as his mother saw the reason for his discomfort, she quickly pulled her sari up and set it right.

Getting up she went to the kitchen and as she was rummaging through the utensils she heard her son "have a wash, we will dine out."

Pleased with it she excused herself and went in to change.

Adithya took his mother to one of the nearby restaurant as he felt his mother would be tired from the journey and when they arrived back to the flat he heard his mother say "don't you have any better restaurants?"

"We do have and tomorrow you shall visit one, now take rest. You seem to be tired" he replied.

"Yes, I am famished" she replied.

"Then why don't you go in" he said looking at the master bedroom.

"You don't mind me occupying it" she asked earnestly.

"No, I don't" he replied.

Nanda carrying her baggage went inside and after putting on her night gown as she lay on the enormous bed she felt a soothing effect. Her body felt relaxed and soon she was fast asleep.

The next morning as she woke up she was pleased to find herself in the new surroundings. After having a refreshing bath when she came in to dress up, she stood gazing at her own figure in the mirror. Looking at the reflection of her naked figure in the mirror she felt her body warm up.

She stood admiring her own figure. Turning to right and left, she stole a fleeting glance of her own curves and felt the age had not caught up with her body. Her body was well proportioned and she had plenty of youth still remaining in her.

As this sight had a soothing effect she started to dress up slowly, while her eyes roamed over her body. After finishing dressing up she walked out of the room light heartedly.

When Nanda came she did not see Adithya. He was still sleeping as the previous night the vision of his mother had tormented him. However hard he tried to shake the image of his mother lying on the cot with her waist exposed he could not succeed. It was lingering on his mind and at that instance he badly missed his wife.

Nanda took to preparing the breakfast and when she was through it she saw him coming.

A tried Adithya on approaching his mother asked "did you sleep well."

"Yes and I see you did not. Are you missing Rashmi" she asked.

"Yes" he replied impulsively and then shook his head.

"I know, I can understand" she said trying to soothe him.

"It's not that. I could not sleep for sometime, that's all" he replied.

"Why, what bothered you" she asked?

"I had vague dreams" he said as he could not reveal the facts.

"Can you tell me about them" she asked.

"I will, but not now" he replied.

"Okay, come have your breakfast" she said.

Sitting at the dining table close to his mother, Adithya looked straight into her face. His mother looked beautiful. He was seeing her from a different point of view. Her charming face brought much relief to him. Gradually the fatigue gave way and he felt refreshed as he kept staring at her.

Seeing him staring Nanda smiled and asked "what's up. Have I changed?"

"No, you have not changed but you look charming" he replied.

"Charming? Are you sure you are addressing me or do you have anyone in mind" she asked.

"Who can be more charming than you" he replied.

"Don't forget your wife" she replied.

"She is no match for you" he replied.

"You are lucky as she is not here, otherwise you had it" she said.

"Why? I am not sacred of her and moreover it is a fact that you are more charming" he said.

"Why do you find me charming? Because I am your mother" she asked?

"No, more than being my mother you are a charming woman" he replied.

"So you are seeing me like a woman and not as your mother" she asked?

"Yes, that's true" he replied.

"That's good and I accept your compliments. But tell me how different I am from others" she asked.

"Well you have a lovely face and you look attractive in every respect" he replied eyeing her figure and commenting on it.

"Do I look attractive in this dress" she asked looking at the old sari she had wrapped around?

"Yes" he replied.

"Then I may look better in some of the rich saris" she said.

"I think you would look gorgeous" he said.

"But I don't have any rich sari to wear" she replied.

"We will buy a few" he said.

"Why? Do you want me to look more charming" she spoke softly.

"Yes, that's it. I want you to be well dressed" he said.

"Well dressed or look gorgeous" she asked?

"Both" he replied shyly.

"Then you may have to spend your hard earned money in buying me a few saris" she said.

"I will take you for shopping after I return," saying it he left for office.

Nanda was delighted to hear his words and as evening approached she went up to his bedroom. There she started rummaging her suitcase and came out with a golden color silk sari. She had brought it for special occasion.

Holding the sari over her as she looked at her reflection she again felt warm sensations engulf her body and as she turned, her gaze fell upon the wardrobe which was slightly ajar.

Curiously as she opened it she found it stacked with her daughter-in-laws clothes. On impulse, as she pulled the small drawers she found a variety of inner garments which dazzled her. She pulled out a brassiere and holding it in her hand she felt a desire to try it on.

Removing her blouse and bra as she put on her daughter-in-laws brassiere she found them snuggling her breasts and show them prominently. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt as though she was a teenager. Without removing it she put on her other clothes.

Soon her son came home and when he asked her to dress up to go out she eagerly went into the room and came out wearing the golden yellow sari.

Adithya was pleased to see her decked in the rich sari and when they went out to the shopping mall and saw other men eying his mother, he felt proud to be her escort.

After finishing their shopping Adithya took his mother to a posh restaurant. While they were having their dinner as his mother bent forward to pick up a glass of water, her sari slipped allowing Adithya to have a look at the top of swollen breasts popping out. Looking at the top of her breasts Adithya could not stop staring at her chest.

Nanda saw him looking at the exposed part of her chest. His staring ignited her body and when he did not pull off his eyes from it, she slowly sat upright pulling her sari back on her chest. She felt delighted to see him staring at her rather than shying away. This prompted her to smile at him when she sat straight.

Looking at his mother's smiling face Adithya got encouraged by it and the whole of the evening he was waiting to catch another glimpse of it which did not materialize.

Nanda read his mind and felt happy that she had succeeded in drawing his attention to her bosom. When they finished their dinner she extended her hand and Adithya very fondly held it as they walked out of the restaurant.

On reaching home as both of them sat on the sofa Nanda turned to her son and said "thanks."

"What for" asked Adithya.

"For the great treat" she replied.

"On the other hand, I should thank you" he replied.

Now it was her turn to ask "what for."

"For giving me wonderful company" he replied.

"Were you happy" she asked?

"Yes, I was delighted to escort a charming lady" he replied.

"Are you sure? Did you not feel bored up to be with an old woman" she asked.

"Who said you are old. You were as charming as anyone could hope for" he replied.

"I am flattered. Tell me why did you insist on me guying the pink sari" she asked?

"Because I felt it would look good on you. Don't you like it" he asked.

"Yes it is lovely but I felt as it is very thin it may show off . . . . " she did not complete the sentence.

"No, it is not that transparent. You should see some of the saris Rashmi wears" he said.

"Ah, yes, today I peeped into her wardrobe. She has a fantastic collection" she said.

"You are welcome to use any of her saris" he replied.

"Don't you mind?" she asked smilingly.

"No, not at all, feel free to use anything" he replied.

"Do you know? I have already used one of her garments" she replied and instinctively felt that she should not have said it.

"Is it, I don't see anything. What have you taken" he asked looking at her.

Nanda felt she was cornered and as she had to answer him said "I used one of her brassiere."

"Which one? I usually pick them for her" he replied.

"The skin colored one" she replied shyly.

"She has many skin colored ones, can I see it" he asked.

Hearing those words Nanda felt a hot current rush up her spine and as she felt she had to answer him said "well if you want to I can reveal it to you but first you should promise me one thing."

"What?" asked Adithya getting anxious?

"That you would consider me like a friend and not like a mother" she said.

"Have I not treated you like a friend? Was it not resolved earlier?" he put back the question to her.

"Yes, but still I need some assurance" she replied.

"You have it" he replied getting bolder.

"Okay. This one" saying this she slowly slid the top of her sari and putting a hand inside her blouse drew the top of the cup of her bra for him to see.

Adithya was delighted when his mother pushed her sari down and when she put her hand inside her blouse and drew out the top of her bra he felt aroused. He leaned forward to have a better look and said "does it fit you."

"It's a little tight but manageable" she said as she pushed it back.

"What size is yours" he asked?

"Why?" his mother asked pleased with his question.

"So that I can pick up some for you" he replied.

"Will you do that for me" she asked a little surprised.

"Yes, I will pick them up tomorrow" he replied.

"What size is this" she asked playfully.

'Its 32 and yours?" asked Adithya softly.

"Mine is 34" said his mother taking a deep breath.

"Which color do you fancy" he asked her.

Hearing this she blushed and said "anything which you prefer."

"Then can I see you wear them" he asked.

This questioned shocked her. She was unable to answer him back. She thought for a few seconds and asked "do you want to?"

"Yes, I do and that is the reason why I pick up for Rashmi" he said.

"What else do you pick up for her" she asked getting excited.

"All that I fancy" he replied.

"And she likes them" she asked?

"She likes them and moreover . . . . ." he did not complete the sentence.

"Yes, what" she asked getting impatient?

"She puts them on for me" he replied.

"Is it? Do you want me to wear them for you" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind" he uttered the words softly.

"And show them to you" she asked naughtily.

"Yes, that's the point" he replied.

"What there's for me" she asked?

"You will own them" he replied.

"Ah, as I own them you will take a look. A great idea indeed" she said teasingly.

"I will take you for a treat" he replied.

"No I don't need any of your treats" she shot back.

"Then what do you want" he asked getting closer.

"Me?"

"Yes"

"I don't know what I want. As I have come here I feel I am bound to take care of you" she said this to herself.

"What" asked Adithya?

"Nothing" she said getting up.

"Mom" called Adithya.

Looking back she said "yes."

"Can you wear that one" he asked?

"Which one" she asked getting rooted to the spot knowing very well what he wanted her to wear?

"The sari which I bought you" he replied.

"Pink one" she asked?

"Yes, the pink one" he said getting thrilled at the prospect of seeing her in it.

"If you want to" she said.

"Yes, I want you to wear it" he replied.

"Right now" she asked?

"Yes, right now" he replied taking a deep breath.

"Are you are not getting impatient" saying this she went into the room.

Adithya waited patiently for his mother to come back and when she did after 5 minutes he was thrilled to see her and said "you look gorgeous Mom."

"Are you telling me the truth" she asked lifting her eye brows.

"Yes, I am speaking the truth" he said as his eyes roamed over her.

"Are you pleased" she asked.

"Yes" hissed Adithya.

"I can see it, but I am feeling ashamed" she replied.

"Why, what for" he asked?

"To stand before you draped in this thin sari" she said.

"What's there to feel ashamed of" he asked her.

"I feel . . ." she said.

Getting to know her meaning he said "No you are not."

"Is this the way you both play games" she asked?

"Sometimes" he replied.

"And other times" she asked?

"Mama, I cannot answer that" he said.

"Why" she asked coming closer.

"Because I cannot reveal it to my mother" he replied.

"Don't forget what we resolved earlier. At present you are not talking with your mother" she said.

"I am sorry, I had forgotten it" he replied.

"Then tell me" she insisted.

"Well, usually I pick clothes which fancy me and she wears them for me" he replied.

"And wearing them she parades in front of you" she asked?

"Yes, it's like that" he replied.

"And you sit there watching" she asked?

"Yes, I love watching" he replied.

"Does she remove all her clothes" she asked?

"Sometimes she does and sometimes I comply" he replied.

"Are you missing her" she asked?

"No, not now" he replied.

"Why, because I am here" she asked?

"Yes, because you are here" he replied.

"But I cannot do what she does" she said.

"I know it but I am happy with what you have done so far" he said.

"And what is that" she asked?

"You have worn the sari which I bought" he replied.

"And"

"And you showed me your bra"

"And"

'And I had a glimpse of your swollen chest in the restaurant" he said.

"Yes, I saw you staring at my bosom in the restaurant. What else did you see" she asked.

"Nothing more" he replied.

"Did you forget what you saw yesterday" she asked?

"What did I see" he asked a little confused.

"You saw my bare belly" she replied.

"Ah! That is nothing. Now I can see more than what I saw yesterday" he said as his eyes took to her waistline.

"And that is why you made me wear this thin sari" she asked?

"Yes, I wanted to see you in it" he replied.

"Because it reveals a lot" she asked.

"Yes, it shows off your features to the maximum" he said.

"And you take pleasure in viewing it" she said.

"Yes and I am honored to watch you clad in that sari" he replied.

"You know very well how to impress a woman" she said.

"Are you impressed by my words" he asked her?

"Then what do you think prompted me to wear this sari" she asked.

"I am delighted to hear it" he replied.

"You ought to be" she replied.

"You have a gorgeous figure" he said.

"Do you say that to every woman" she asked.

"Only those who pose for me" he replied.

"Oh! You think I am gorgeous just because I am posing for you" she asked?

"No, not just because of it but you do posses a gorgeous figure" he replied.

"What's so gorgeous about me" she asked as her eyes took to her body.

"Well, you are tall. You have a beautiful face, dark eyes, rosy cheeks and pouting lips" he said.

"Do you call a woman gorgeous if she is tall, with dark eyes, rosy cheeks and pouting lips" she asked?

"No"

"Then whom do you call gorgeous" she asked?

"For the one who has a good looking bosom, a deep curvaceous waistline, well rounded buttocks, and long slender thighs" he replied.

"And you find all those features in me" she asked getting thrilled.

"Yes and more of it" he replied.

"And that is the reason you want to see me draped in this sari" she asked?

"No. Now I want to see you without your sari" he replied.

Hearing it Nanda lifted her eyebrows and said "do you think I will remove it for you" she asked?

"I hope you will" he replied.

"You have high hopes" she said.

"I have high hopes because I feel that you will oblige me" he said.

"Do you fancy me" she asked?

"Yes, I fancy you and would love to see you without your sari" he replied.

"Do I have to remove it or will you do it" she asked?

"No, remove it" he said.

"How you do want me to remove it? Slowly, sensually or discard it fast" she asked.

"Try to be as sensual as possible" he said.

"You mean go slow, reveal each part of my body step by step" she asked?

"Yes, that's it" he said and moved to the edge of the sofa to have a better look.

Nanda, holding the edge of her sari brought it down over her chest and when the top of her breasts were exposed she said "do you see anything."

"Yes, I can see the top of your bosom" he replied.

"How does it look" she asked.

"Marvelous" he replied.

"Want to see more" she asked?

"I am dying for it" he replied.

"Can you see my bosom now" she said as she drew her sari down.

"Yes, you have a swell bosom" he replied.

"Better than your wife's" she asked.

"Yes, they are fully endowed" he replied.

"You mean they are bigger than hers" she asked.

"Yes by two inches" he replied.

"When did you measure them" she asked.

"I did not measure them. It's visible and moreover you said you use 34 size bra" he replied.

"Oh! Yes I told you. Shall I drop this down" she asked holding the sari.

"Yes, please" he replied.

"And allow you to see my bare waist' she asked.

"Yes, that's the part I want to see very badly" he replied.

"Does it make you go crazy looking at it" she questioned him?

"Yes, that is the best part of a woman's anatomy and it makes one go crazy" he replied.

"And you want to see it and go crazy seeing it" she asked.

"Yes, yes" he replied as he saw his mother slip the sari out of her hands.

"Happy" she asked seeing his eyes pop out of their sockets.

"You have a lovely waist. Your belly is gorgeous. You are well built and the figure just below your belly is ravishing to look at" he replied.

"What about my legs" she asked?

"I will come to it after viewing below your waistline" he replied.

"What do you see there" she asked as she started trembling with pleasure.

"The most alluring thing a woman possesses" he said.

"And what is that" she asked as she started to cream out.

"The area below your tummy which is curved in and ending where your legs meet is tantalizing to see" he said.

"Even though it is covered" she asked?

"Yes, even though it is covered. It looks more magnificent translucent than being left bare" he replied.

"Why is it so" she asked.

"Because it tantalizes you before you see it bare" he replied.

"And what happens after you see it bare. Does it not tantalize you anymore" she asked.

"Once if it is laid bare then your eyes will not have any thing more to visualize and hope for" he replied.

"What are your eyes dreaming of" she asked?

"To see one of the most sacred part a woman possesses" he replied.

"So you call it a sacred part and what do you call this" she asked as her hands fondled her breasts.

"Well it is not so sacred, as nowadays it is a common sight" he replied.

"So you have seen women go top less" she said.

"I had the pleasure when I took the trip to the West" he replied.

'Then you don't intend to see them" she said cupping her breasts.

"Who said so" he asked.

"I thought that's what you meant just now" she replied.

"No, they are different" he replied.

"And how is that" she asked.

"Your wheatish complexion, your Asian heritage, makes all the difference" he replied.

"So you want see them" she asked.

"Yes of course" he shot back.

"But I did not say that I would be revealing them" she said.

"I know but I hoped you do so" he replied knowing very well that the show was coming to an end.

"You always hope for the best," saying this she pulled out her tucked sari and let it drop down thinking that the show had come to an end.

That was the grave mistake which Nanda committed. As soon as the sari fell, unknowingly she had let Adithya see the wet patch on her petticoat. Her petticoat had stained as she had climaxed a few moments ago and she had forgotten that she had left behind a tell tale sign.

Adithya jumped out of his seat when he saw the wet patch on his mother's petticoat. Though he had thought his mother was enjoying the show, he had never considered that she would have climaxed. This took the wind out of him and he leaned forward to have a closer look.

Nanda saw him change his stance and when she saw his eyes were glued and unmoving, she followed his gaze and was shell shocked to see the wet patch on her petticoat. She stood wondering what she had done and how foolish she was. As she bent down to collect her sari to hide the wet spot, she saw him getting up.

As she looked at him approaching she was astonished to hear him say "drop it, let me continue from where you left."

"What" she said trembling a little?

"I have yet to see your back" he said moving behind her.

"What's there to see" she said trying to stall him.

"I have not seen your back yet" he said gripping her shoulders.

"Is it necessary? Are you not satisfied with what you saw" she said trying hard to stop him.

"Your back is exquisite" he replied as he pushed her hair aside and baring her back, started caressing it.

Nanda's body trembled as she felt his hands on her bare back and regaining her composure she said "have you finished looking."

"No I have just started" saying this he brought his lips on the nape of her neck and kissed it.

It was then that Nanda realized that she was helpless. She knew it was out of her reach to stop him and when she felt his lips on her back her body started to warm up to it. Throwing all caution to the wind she said "how does my back look."

"Its alluring but your blouse is covering too much" he said.

Hearing it she said "how sad."

"Yes, it is very sad" saying this he brought his hand on her blouse and started pushing the thin material down.

Feeling the pressure of his hand on the blouse and knowing very well that the material would be shred to pieces she said "do you think what you are doing is necessary."


"Why? What will happen" he asked exerting more pressure.

"The blouse will be shred to pieces" she replied.

"What shall I do to have a look" he asked getting thrilled by her words.

"The hooks are in front" she replied softly.

"Is it" saying this he brought his hands in front and clasped her blouse over her breasts.

As Adithya brought his hands over her bosom Nanda leaned her body on his and moaned.

"Are you comfortable" he asked as he felt his mother leaning over his body.

"Yes" she replied nuzzling closer and took a deep breath which made her breasts swell forward.

Adithya taking hold of the flaps of her blouse started to unhook her blouse slowly and when he unhooked the last, nuzzling his face on the nape of her neck said "lift your hands and allow me to discard it."

Nanda obliged and when Adithya removed her blouse and started to caress her breasts, she placed her hands on his head and drawing him closer said "what are your hands feeling."

"The most gorgeous mounds" he replied.

"Is it a fact or are you just telling it to please me" she asked.

"Believe me, they are full and marvelous to feel at" he said as he squeezed them gently.

"And you love fondling them" she asked.

"Yes I love fondling them" he said as he cupped her breasts in both his hands.

"Are you enjoying yourself doing it" she asked.

"As if you are not enjoying'" he said.

"How do you know I am enjoying" she asked?

"Because your nipples are erect" he said squeezing them.

"Is it a sign of a woman's arousal" she asked.

"Yes it is a sure sign of a woman's arousal as this is of a man" saying this he pushed his erect cock on her back.

"That surely is aroused" she replied as she felt his hard cock on her back.

"Yes, it is" saying this he made her turn and took a few steps to reach the corner of the room.

"What did you do that for" she asked.

"See for yourself," saying this he pushed aside the curtain in front of them and revealed a full length mirror.

As Adithya pushed the curtain, Nanda saw the reflection of her seminude body and Adithya's hands caressing her breasts. Seeing his face lodged on her shoulders she felt ecstatic. Trembling with desire she asked "Is this another trick you play with."

"Yes" he replied.

"Why is it necessary" she asked?

"Because standing back I can have a look at the body and guide my hands to the spot I want and besides can also view what my hands are feeling" he said looking at her face in the mirror.

"I see your point" she said when she saw him eyeing at the reflection and pushing the bra out exposing her breasts.

"Yes, this is the best way to look at a woman's body" he replied.

"Don't you think you would have had a better look discarding the bra" she asked.

"No, as I have told you I don't like to fully denude a woman" he replied nuzzling his face on hers, kissing her cheeks and searching for her lips.

"And now what are your lips searching for" she asked biting her lips in anticipation of a kiss.

"They are searching your pouting lips" brought one of his hands and turned her face.

"Do you want to kiss me" she asked turning her face towards his?

"No I want you to kiss me" he said opening his mouth.

"On your lips" she asked?

"No on my mouth" he said.

"Oh! You are a baby" saying this Nanda opened her mouth and kissed him passionately.

As his mother kissed him, Adithya tightened his grip over her and smacking his mouth hard on her soft lips he raped her mouth with his tongue.

Nanda's body sizzled as she felt his lips and tongue marauding her mouth. Holding him tightly she reciprocated by pushing her tongue inside his mouth and as her tongue invaded it she creamed again.

When they drew their mouths apart Nanda wetting her lips said "I have never been kissed like that."

"Did you not like it" he asked.

"Like it? It made me cum" she replied hiding her face on his shoulders.

"Mine is also throbbing and ready to shoot" he replied embedding his cock on her fleshy back.

On feeling his hard cock throbbing on her back she asked, "What do you want me to do to make it shoot?"

"First let my eyes feast on yours" he said lifting her face up and looking into her eyes.

Hearing those words Nanda shied away and bowing her head she asked "will seeing mine make you cum."

"Yes it will, but undress me first" he replied.

"Is it necessary" she asked looking up at his face.

"Yes, it would give some comfort to it" he replied looking down at his swollen prick.

"Is it not comfortable being lodged on my soft back" she asked wriggling her body over his manhood.

"Being held captive in the pants it is aching" he replied.

"Poor thing" saying this she started to unbutton his shirt.

Adithya was thrilled when she started to remove his shirt and he helped her in removing it.

As Nanda removed his shirt she fully turned to face him and seeing the impression of his full blown cock tenting up in his pants, she bit her lips and asked "is it huge."

"See it for yourself" said Adithya projecting his body in front of her.

"It appears enormous" saying this, Nanda gently unbuttoned his pants and holding the zipper in her hands she pulled it down.

As the pants fell on the ground Adithya stepping out of it felt relieved and looking at his mother said "it is at ease now."

"Then, don't you want me to remove this" she asked pulling the waist band of his briefs.

"Only if you desire to have a look" he replied.

"Do you think coming so close, I don't want to see it" she asked looking at his face lewdly.

"I know you are impatient to see it" he replied.

"You have read my mind" saying it she pushed his briefs down and exposing his swollen cock said, "it is massive."

"You should be proud of it" he replied.

"Why, to possess it?" she asked.

"No, because you own it" he replied as he could not say you gave birth to it.

"I know what you mean" she said holding his cock in her hand and looking at its features.

"Like it" he asked her.

"How can I say no to something which is mine" she replied.

"Yes, and now it is my turn" he said embracing her.

"To see from where it came" she let out the words in an aroused state of mind.

"Yes, from where it came" saying this he made her turn facing the mirror again.

"Do you still desire to see its reflection" she asked.

"Yes, it is my fantasy" saying this he bent down and holding the hem of her petticoat he started to raise it slowly.

As Adithya took hold of her petticoat, Nanda went up on her toes and nudged his erect on her buttocks.

Adithya feeling his cock embed between her soft buttocks felt ecstatic. He suddenly pushed his hand inside her petticoat and gripped her thighs hard.

Nanda moaned as his bare hands invaded her inner thighs. Wriggling her buttocks on his erect cock her body went in raptures.

Adithya's cock was throbbing. He felt any moment he was going to blow. Gripping his mothers thighs strongly he started jabbing his cock between her buttocks. Soon his cock was on the verge of shooting and knowing he could not sustain it any longer he pushed his mother's thighs wider and lifting her petticoat up he bared his mothers buttocks and when he saw his mother's buttocks, he screamed 'Mama' and started spraying his cum on them.

Nanda was pleased to hear him utter the word 'Mama' and turning to face him she asked "did you enjoy it, Adi."

"Yes Mama, I came before I could take a look at it," he replied.

"What made you cum dear" she asked.

"Your buttocks Mama. Thrusting my cock between your warm buttocks, I felt as if I was inside you" he replied.

"Where they so warm and soft" she asked.

"Yes Mama, they are soft and warm" he replied.

"Now can I go" she asked?

"Mama, I have yet to see yours" he replied.

'Why do you want to see it? Has this not been satisfied" she said gripping his limp cock.

"It is but my eyes are not" he replied.

"Now is it the turn of your eyes" she asked.

"Yes Mama" he replied.

"After seeing it don't you think this one will regain its strength" she asked fondling his cock.

"Yes, it is quite obvious" he replied.

"Then will it not be its turn," she said looking at his cock which was half erect.

"Yes" he replied.

"Then will it not ask for something else. When is this going to stop" she asked?

"Not till I am famished" he replied.

"I don't think a robust guy like you will ever be famished" she said.

"You should be proud of it. Remember I am your son" he replied.

"Yes, an insatiable son" she replied.

"And you a willing mother" he said embracing her.

"Now don't take it for granted' she said hugging him.

"I won't, but give me a chance' he asked.

"And what is that, to see my pussy' she asked lewdly.

Hearing his mother utter the word pussy Adithya was aroused again. His cock regained its strength and replying in the same tone he said 'Yes and also to slide my cock inside your pussy."

"What do you call sliding the cock inside the pussy" she asked.

"It's called fucking and I want to fuck you" he said.

"You want to fuck me, not just see my cunt" she asked.

"Yes, I want to fuck you, screw you" he replied.

"Then take me to your room" she replied.

Adithya was pleased to hear it and at once he guided his mother to his room.

As soon as they entered the room "Yes, take me my son, take me before I change my mind' saying this she embraced him.


Holding his mother tight in his arms Adithya lifted her and placed her on the cot.

Nanda's body was on fire. She had not been fucked since years. Her body craved for it. She started squirming on the bed.

Adithya after putting his mother down on the cot crawled over her and taking hold of one of her legs he started kissing her heels.

Nanda lifted the other leg and caressed his erect cock with it, while all the time her body was writhing with pleasure.

As his mother lifted the other leg the petticoat slipped baring her rich thighs and seeing it Adithya immediately placed himself between them and holding both her legs he placed them over his shoulders.

This action made the petticoat to slip further down. Adithya had a bird's view of her rich thighs. He saw his mother's thighs which were fine tuned and glistening.

Bending down he lifted her petticoat up to her waist. This finally revealed her lush cunt hidden amidst thick black silky hair. Adithya's eyes popped out when he saw his mother's cunt. It was a sight to behold for ever. His eyes strained gazing at the pink lips of her wet cunt and he could not draw them back.

Nanda feeling his intense gaze on her naked cunt said "is that what you wanted to see."

"Yes, I always dreamt that I could see your cunt" he replied.

"How does my cunt look? Is it any better than Rashmi's" she asked?

"Rashmi does not have such a gorgeous cunt and this, this looks heavenly" he said as his fingers groped her pubic hair.

"Does she not have hair over her cunt" she asked?

"She has a little but not so thick and silky like yours" he replied.

"Do you like to see a hairy pussy" she asked?

"Yes, I love to see a hairy pussy and also hairy under arms" replied.

"You mean this" she asked lifting her arms and exposing her armpits.

"Yes, they look exquisite" he said putting his hands across her arms and leaning his body over hers and facing her.

Nanda was delighted to feel his heavy body crush over hers. Holding his face in her hands she asked "tell me about Rashmi."

"What do you want to hear about her" he asked brushing her hair from her face.

'Tell me what she likes to do in bed" she asked.

"First she entices me by a scintillating dance where in she discards her clothes" he replied.

"Then she undresses me, mostly using her teeth to unhook or unzip my clothes" he said.

"She uses her mouth a lot" she asked.

"Yes whenever my cock goes limp she sucks it till I regain" he replied.

"So she sucks your cock. Do you reciprocate" she asked.

"Yes, I love the scent of her cunt and I go crazy kissing it" he replied.

"So you kiss her pussy" she asked?

"Yes"

"And like it too" she said.

"Yes, I love doing it" he replied.

"You love doing it" she asked again.

"Yes, why" he asked looking at her face.

"I just asked" she replied.

"Do you like being kissed there" he asked his mother.

"Is it a question to ask? Everywoman loves being kissed there" she replied.

"And you are no different" he said.

"How can I be" she replied.

"Do you want me to do it for you" he asked looking directly into her eyes.

"If it does not offend you going down on your mother" she replied.

"Will you reciprocate the same" he asked.

"I would not mind taking him in my mouth" she replied.

"Right now" he asked?

"Yes, right now I want him in my mouth" she said.

Hearing it Adithya straddled his mother's chest and holding his erect cock in his hand said "Mama I wanted to ask you to suck my cock from the beginning."

"Then why did you not do it" she said taking hold of his cock in her hand.

"I thought you would not like doing it" he said.

"What made you think like that? Am I not a woman? Don't I know what a man likes? Don't I know how to please a male?" She threw him the questions as she brought his cock closer to her mouth.

"Kiss it Mama" cried Adithya.

"Yes, yes, come closer dear," saying this she placed a few pillows below her head and taking hold of his cock she started kissing the tip of his head.

"Now take it in Mama" cried her son.

"You want him inside my mouth. Does my son want me suck this lovely cock" saying this she opened her mouth and placing it inside her mouth she engulfed its head inside.

Adithya was ecstatic when his mother took his cock's head deep into her mouth. His body trembled and pushing his body closer to her face he asked "can I fuck your mouth Mama."

Pulling his cock out of her mouth she asked "does Rashmi allow you to fuck her mouth."

"Yes, I usually ram it inside her mouth" he lied putting one of his fingers inside his mother's mouth and widening it.

"Show me how you do it to her" she said opening her mouth wide.

Hearing those words Adithya's cock started pulsating. Positioning his cock right over his mother's mouth he shoved it in fully.

Nanda took his cock fully inside her mouth and bringing her hands over his buttocks she looked up at his face and nodded her head.

Adithya seeing him mother nodding his head started ramming his cock inside her mouth.

Nanda was ecstatic to feel her son's cock poke her throat and his balls hit her face. Lifting her face up she allowed him to penetrate deep inside her throat.

Adithya intensified his thrusts. He started pounding his mother's mouth with his cock and soon felt he was on the verge of coming. "Mama it is great" he cried.

Pulling out his cock from her mouth and holding its saliva filled head she asked "is he going to shoot."

"Yes Mama, put it back in your mouth" he cried.

"I want him to shoot on my face" she replied.

"Then give it some more licks and he will be ready" he shouted.

"Yes, yes" saying this she again took his cock inside her mouth and started licking its head with her tongue.

Adithya could not control any longer. Giving it a final push inside her mouth he removed it out and positioning it on his mother's face he shot his cum over it.

Nanda felt his cock spraying his hot cum over her face and when he was coming to an end she directed his spray inside her mouth and lapped it with her tongue.

Adithya felt exhausted by his spent. He had shot a thick load of cum, much larger than the previous one. He slowly slid down from his mother's body and gripping her he laid his head upon her bosom and rested.

Nanda embraced him in her arms and seeing that he was tired allowed him to rest. It was when she felt the desire to pee; she pushed him aside and went inside the bathroom.

As she came out of the bathroom she saw her son lying on the bed resting his head on a stack of pillows and waiting for her and as soon as she came near him he pulled her up on to him.

Nanda on being drawn up his body now faced him and looking at his smiling face said "so you had a good time inside my mouth."

"Yes, my cock felt wonderful inside your warm saliva filled mouth" he replied.

"I am proud that my mouth was of some use to your cock" she replied.

"Not only your mouth but you should be proud of your whole body" he replied.

"Do I possess such a body" she asked looking down.

"Yes" he replied pulling her up.

"Now what" she asked?

"Stand up" he commanded.

Nanda was mystified to hear this. Putting each foot on either side of his body she stood up on the cot.

Adithya lifting both his hands started rolling up her petticoat and when it reached over her buttocks he brought one of his hands over her moist cunt and said "bring this on my face."

Nanda was delighted to hear this. Spreading her legs a little she slowly positioned her cunt down on his face.

As Nanda came down she felt her son nuzzling his mouth over her bushy cunt. This sent wild desires up her body and as he continued separating her pubic hair from her cunt lips she held the frame of the cot and pushed her cunt on to his mouth and screamed "kiss it Adi."

Adithya went wild on inhaling the musky smell of his mother's cunt. It invigorated him and soon felt his cock regaining its strength. Bringing his hands over his mother's lush buttocks he held them tightly and drawing her cunt closer to his mouth he kissed it hard.

Nanda started gyrating her cunt over his mouth and when she felt him open his mouth she smacked her cunt hard on his mouth. Adithya on feeling his mother's cunt over his mouth slid out his tongue and started lapping her cunt lips. Nanda was ecstatic. Her body started convulsing and as her son pushed his tongue inside her cunt, she again smacked her cunt lips on his lips.

This brought her to orgasm. Holding the bedpost tightly she started lashing her cunt on his face. This made her pulsating cunt to open up and feeling his face nuzzled inside she creamed out.

Adithya felt her juices flow from her cunt. He started lapping at it and when the flow subsided he felt his mother relaxing. Pushing her down on the bed he straddled on his mother's thighs and looking at the pink slit of his mother's cunt open to his gaze he took hold of his erect cock in his hand.

Nanda seeing his cock erect again was surprised. "What made it to get aroused so soon" she asked.

"It was the musky aroma of your beautiful dripping cunt" he replied.

"Now is it the turn of my body odor to make you aroused" she asked?

"Yes" he replied.

"Tell me what else arouses you" she asked.

"Just looking at you arouses me" he replied.

"I can't believe it, why is it so" she said.

"It's because you possess a ravishing body" he replied.

"What about Rashmi does it happen with her too" she asked.

"Not as much as you" he replied.

"Why is it so, does she not possess a good looking figure" she asked.

"She is more on the thinner side" he replied.

"But I was under the impression that men like her type of figure" she said.

"It only looks good but it is totally different to have a heavier body underneath you" he replied.

"So that you get a good cushion" she asked.

"Yes, the feel of a lush body is very different" saying this he lay upon her fully.

"Feeling comfortable" she asked as he lay flat upon her.

"Yes, it is a wonderful feeling to feel a full body" saying this he embraced her fully.

"I too like a well muscled body like yours," saying this she held him tightly to her body.

"Can you feel my cock poking near your cunt" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, what is it searching for" she asked.

"Searching for a hot opening to invade" he replied.

"Then why does he not invade it" she asked embracing him tightly.

"Guide me inside" he said.

"You are a baby" saying this she held his cock and guided it to the opening of her cunt.

"Put it inside" he said.

"Can't you do it" she asked guiding his cock head inside her cunt.

"I can but I would like you to do it to me" he replied.

"Does it give you more pleasure" she asked.

"Yes, the feel of your hand on my cock is wonderful" he said.

"There he is in, now what do you want" she asked.

"Let it be inside, let it get accustomed to its surroundings" saying this he started gyrating his cock head inside her cunt.

"Is it the way you do to Rashmi" she asked.

"No, I usually fuck her straight" he replied.

'Is hers tighter than mine" she asked.

Hearing this Adithya looked into her face. "It is a little tight but yours is very luscious" he replied poking his finger into his mother's mouth and caressing it.

Nanda lapping his fingers said "I wish she was here."

Hearing this Adithya was surprised and asked "why?"

"If she was here then I would have got some rest" she replied.

"You mean you would have let me do this to you even if she was here" he asked getting excited at the proposition.

"Yes, I would have welcomed her company" she replied looking at him directly.

"Is it a fact? Are you sure" he asked.

"Why? don't you want her to know what you did to me" she asked.

"I have not thought of it" he replied a little puzzled.

"If I was in your place I would have let her know" she said biting his ears.

"Do you want me to tell her" he asked getting doubly aroused.

"Yes, why not, invite her" she replied.

"Are you interested" he asked.

"Yes, I would love to watch her scintillating dance" she said.

Hearing it he was ecstatic. His cock started throbbing. Lifting his body a little he rammed his cock deep into his mother's cunt and said "I will, I will."

"Yes, call her," saying this she started to reciprocate his moves by thrusting her body up for deeper penetration.

Adithya started pounding his cock deep inside his mother's cunt all the time thinking Rashmi was watching the scene. This gave him added vigor and his thrusts gained momentum.

Nanda seeing her son go ecstatic lifted her feet up giving him more room to pierce her inner labia and as he dug his cock deeper she said "when thinking about her has made you grow stronger, I wonder how it will be if she was here."

"Yes indeed it has brought a change in me. What about you" he said as he held both her feet and placing them above his shoulders he rammed his cock till it felt the rock bottom of her cunt.

Nanda too felt his cock jabbing at the walls of her cunt. She too was on the verge of climax. Holding him tightly she said "Yes, I want to be in her company, invite her."

Adithya feeling her thrashing her body upon his went into raptures and knowing that she wanted to be in the company of Rashmi added more to his vigor. "I will fetch her tomorrow," saying this he dug his cock deeply into her cunt and shot his cum inside her burrow.

Nanda went in raptures hearing him accept her proposition and as she felt his cock ejecting deep inside her cunt, she turned and pushing him down on the cot she lay upon him creaming again.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Internet Incest [Mom-Son]

Internet Incest


I always thought this was just a faze I was going through. Incest had been a constant fantasy of mine for the past year and a half, but I thought that was all it would ever be, a fantasy. I would spend my nights on the computer surfing the web for any and all incest that I could find. There is something about the mother/son story that turns me on like no other porn I've ever watched or read. It was only a matter of time before I started lusting after my own mother. Being only 18, it's natural that my every waking thought is about sex. What's not normal is that all of those thoughts are about my mom, and what I would do to her if I had the chance.

My mother, Kiran, is about 5'6", with a slim figure and perky, firm tits. Her shoulder-length brown hair frames her pretty face with no sign of aging. At 40, her ass is definitely her best feature. It's big and firm and shakes when she walks. I always try to find a reason to walk behind her so I can stare at it.

It is absolute torture to lust for your own mother. Living in the same house as her, watching her dust bookcases and pickup the laundry in my room, I would always try and sneak a peek, hoping to see a bit of her thigh or, to get completely luck, the flesh of her tits. I would watch her all day every day. Whenever we were eating dinner all I could think about as she put the food in her mouth was that it should be my cock going between those lips. A few times I've had to excuse myself to the bathroom to beat off real quick because I just couldn't take it anymore.

One night I was on the computer looking for a video of a mother and son with a mom that looked like my mom, when i received an e-mail. It was sent anonymously through FSI as feedback. The message read: Hi, I'm a mother who is filled with lust for my own son. I think about him all day and all night, even when I'm in bed with my hubby. please role play with me so I can relieve a little tension. please son, do it for mom.

I had never actually role played with someone online before, but the idea that there was an actual mother out there who desperately wanted to fuck her own son, and that I could play the part of that son, and tell her all the things I want to tell my own mom, I can't remember the last time I was that turned on. I wrote her back immediately, telling her that I would tell her everything she wanted to hear, and more. I told her how I would watch her whenever I could, and that I would get so turned on just having dinner with her that I would have to relieve myself. I told her that every time she took a shower I wanted to rush into the bathroom and fuck her from behind over the sink, until I shot my load deep into her pussy while she begged for more. As soon as I hit the send button, I had to jerk off just thinking about some woman out there that would soon be masturbating while reading my letter. I couldn't wait to see how soon I would get a response.

I checked my e-mail the next day, nothing. For three days all I could think about was whether or not I would get a response, and what it would say if I did. Then, on the fourth day, I found an e-mail waiting in my inbox that read: Ooooooohhhhhhh baby......it makes me so hot to hear that from you. All I ever think about is sucking your hard cock until I feel your hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat. I would suck you off so much better than any of those inexperienced little whores at school would. I can't wait for you to fuck mommy's pussy in every position in every room of the house. One time I heard you jerking off in your room at night when you thought I was asleep, and I stood there outside your door and dropped my pants and stuck my fingers up my cunt. I came so hard thinking about you just a few feet away from me stroking your cock I thought for sure you'd hear me, and part of me was hoping you would.

By the time I finished reading the message my dick was so hard I barely touched it and I came in my pants. It was about 11 o'clock at night so I was pretty sure my mom was already asleep, but I had to run to my room and get cleaned up as I was afraid she would catch me with my pants full of cum. I had came so much it stunk up the whole computer room. Luckily the computer room was only two doors from my room and my mom's room was at the end of the hall, so I didn't have to go past her room to get to mine. I quickly changed my underwear and pants and headed back to the computer room to reply to the incredibly hot e-mail. On the way back to the computer room my mom was coming back to her room from the kitchen. She frowned at me, saying that I looked like I was coming down with the flu. She said I was pale and looked like I was sweating. I was sweating, partly due to the e-mail, partly due to the fact that my mother was standing in front of me in an albeit conservative sweat pants and sweatshirt, but the sweatshirt had a zipper in the front that was just low enough to reveal a super thin tank top and about an inch of cleavage. And even though I had just dumped a bucket of cum into my pants, I still popped another raging boner at the woman of my every fantasy, the woman I constantly checked out and imagined myself fucking. I told her I was fine and that I was just worried about a big test I had the next day as I hurried past her to the computer room.

I wrote another e-mail, this time telling my internet lover that I would have thrown my door open and fucked her right there in the hallway if I had known that she wanted it so bad. I described in detail how I would throw her against the wall and wrap her legs around me as I pumped my cock in and out of her wet and wanting pussy. I told her how I would have cum in her mouth, pussy and ass before the night was over, and that from that night on I would have made sure to fuck the shit out of her at least once a day.

This time I got a response right away. The e-mail, this time from a different address, asked me if I wanted to join her in a chat room to allow the responses to be instant.
I chose the name wannafuckamom18. The conversation went as follows:

sonfucker38: Hello there son, I've been waiting for you.

wannafuckamom18: Hi momma, I've been waiting for this. You don't know how long I've wanted to hold you in my arms and feel your tits pressed up against my chest.

sonfucker38: yeah? you've been a bad boy lusting after mommy like that. what do you think the neighbors would say if they saw you watching me from the window when I'm sunbathing outside, your eyes wide as your obviously jacking off?

wannafuckamom18: I don't care what they would say. when I see you doing anything it turns me on so much, just walking down the hall or drinking a glass of water, I can't help but get hard at the sight of you mommy. I know it's wrong.

sonfucker38: It can't be wrong if we both want it so much. I've seen the way you look at me, with those horny eyes that practically beg me to fuck you. what turns you on about me?

wannafuckamom18: everything, the way your ass shakes when you walk, those luscious lips I always wish were wrapped around my cock. will you suck my cock for me mommy?

sonfucker38: mmmmmmm, I can just imagine what your cock tastes like, I would suck it so good for you baby.

wannafuckamom18: oh god that would be so good, to feel your lips around my dick, watching your head bob up and down. what are you wearing?

sonfucker38: a sheer black nighty that shows off my nice fat tits and ends just above my pussy. I'm not wearing any panties so I can play with my clit while I talk to you. take your cock out for me son

wannafuckamom18: you want me to stroke it?

sonfucker38: yeah baby, I want you to pump that big huge cock in your hands and imagine it was my pussy grinding up and down it.

wannafuckamom18: I wish it was your pussy I was fucking.

I was so into the conversation that I almost didn't hear the sound of my mom opening her door. I knew that she had to walk by the door to the computer room so I desperately starting closing the windows that I had open. She opened the door to my room and called my name when I wasn't there. I had barely finished opening an old paper that I had saved on the computer so it looked like I was doing homework when she got to the computer room. "There you are, still doing homework I see."

"Yeah mom, figures this paper would be due the same day I had a big test huh? I was trying not t look at her because I was afraid my face would let her know how horny I was.

"Can you help me with something?" she asked. I immediately frowned. I was so close to cumming from the internet conversation and now it appeared I wasn't gonna have a chance to relieve myself for a while. "I just can't figure out this laptop. I'm afraid I was never very computer savvy."

I looked up at her in surprise. "When the fuck did she get a laptop?" I thought. She was holding the laptop in her arms, with the screen facing her. With a confused face she was hitting buttons saying that she just couldn't get it to work. Then mom put the laptop on the desk in front of me. What I saw made my mouth drop and my dick hard. There on the screen of my mother's laptop, was the chat room conversation that I had been having with my mysterious internet lover.

She reached over me and put her hands on the keyboard. "You think I didn't see the way you've been looking at me?" she typed. It showed up on the screen as sonfucker38. I could feel her nipples harden against my back. A chill went down my entire body and ended in my cock. She touched her lips to my ear and whispered "It's true what I said about masturbating outside your door when you were jerking off." I didn't know what to say. I sat there frozen. This was the moment I had been dreaming and fantasizing about for as long as I could remember. It had been on my mind every waking minute, vexing me. And now this woman was about to be mine. Her hand slid off the keyboard and into my lap...........

I couldn't believe it. It felt like the first time I found a video on the internet that I was sure was incest. It couldn't have been true. But it was. My own mother, who had been the object of my fantasies for so long I didn't remember what it was like to jerk off to a woman other than her, was now stroking my rock hard cock through my jeans. I almost fainted. Luckily it was her that took the lead. She leaned her head down and lightly kissed my neck. Her kisses slowly turned to sucking as her hand movements over my dick became more vigorous. Then she whispered into my ear, "c'mon son, this is what you've wanted isn't it? and it's what I've wanted too, so so bad." This snapped me back to reality. Everything she'd said to me, as my mom and as my mysterious internet lover rushed back into my head as I actually felt my rock hard dick pulse with understanding.

My hands flew to the desktop computer, where I quickly set up the web cam to show up on the screen. I heard my mom groan with lust behind me, and I got up out of the chair and moved it out of the way. I grabbed my mom by the hips and guided her to where her hands were on the computer desk, and I was standing behind her. I pushed myself onto her and reached around and rubbed her pussy through her pants. I could feel how wet she was. "Is your pussy wet from the talk we had on the internet, sonfucker? I felt and heard her cum when I called her by her chatroom name.

"Fuck me son, fuck me!" she breathed as I started to pull down her sweat pants. She had no underwear on, and when I pulled her shirt ad sweatshirt off she was standing in front of me completely naked. Her perfect body was the one I had worshipped for so long, and now it was mine.

I started to unbuckle my belt. "wait, wait a second." I thought it was the end of the experience because she had come to her senses or something. "No, don't stop, take 'em off, just give me a second." She turned to the computer and I jumped out of my clothes. I couldn't see what she was typing, but then she backed off and pulled me to her, grabbing my cock and spoke into the camera, "This is my son, and we're about to fuck for the first time." My eyes lit up. This was heaven for adolescents who wanted to fuck their moms everywhere. And it was the greatest thrill of my life.

Mom got down of her knees, positioning it so the camera had a great shot of my cock, and hungrily sucked it down like she was a starved animal. I had to try so hard not to cum right there. I managed to look into the camera and give a wicked smile. Luckily, mom wasn't expecting me to last long, so after only a little bit of sucking she got back into the position she was in before, staring right into the camera, and said those magic words again, "Fuck me son, fuck me!"

I grabbed my dick by the shaft and guided it into her waiting pussy that was staring at me from between her legs. She moaned in pleasure as I thrust my cock all the way into her wet snatch. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed it into her again. She screamed in pleasure, putting her head down and begging, "Yeah son, fuck me hard, harder, I've wanted you for so long ahhh fuck me yeah like that ahhh fuck thats good." I managed to keep from cumming for a few minutes, but after that the taboo of fucking my own mother and posting on the internet for other people to watch, was too much for me. I told her I was gonna cum, and she practically jumped off my cock. Not because she didn't want me to cum inside her, because later I did. "I wanna catch that cum in my mouth, I love it when moms on the internet swallow their son's cum, that's always my favorite part." Hearing her say that added like a gallon of semen to the load I was already blowing over her face and tits and the computer desk and her hair. There was cum everywhere. And she immediately turned to the camera after I was done and started gathering it all into her mouth. Off her face and her tits, even out of her hair. Then she looked at me and asked me to point the camera at her as she slurped the ropes of cum off of the computer desk. She looked straight into the camera and said, "Thanks for watching my son fuck me, and cum all over me. My son's cum tastes soooo good. mmmmmmm. We'll post again soon, bye now." She reached to the mouse and hit the stop button.

She looked up at me. "Was that as good as you thought it would be?" I could only nod, back into a state of shock at how beautiful a sight it was to see my mother's incredibly sexy body still shiny from the load I just dumped on her face. "Would you wanna fuck me again?" I nodded even more as my face lit up into a perverted smile. She had the same smile on her face. "Good, because Ive got a lot of things to teach you son." She gave my now not quite so soft cock another slurp, and stood up. She grabbed my hand and led me into her room.

Still want more?

I didn't know what was in store for me as my naked mother now led me to her room. But I knew that I was completely addicted to the act of fucking my own mom. And I could tell by the extra shake she put in her ass that she was totally into it as well. As we neared her room, she turned her head and winked at me. "Here comes the start of your lesson son," she said.

I gave her a quick smack on her ass. "The only lesson I'm interested in learning," I grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed, "is how you like your pussy licked."

Mom gave out a deep growl as she reached for the back of my head. I teased her at first, not letting her pull my head into her pussy but leaning in close enough for her to feel my warm breath on her wet clit. I continued to tease her, letting my tongue lick the insides of her thighs, lightly at first, and then wetter and longer. I slowly made my way up both her thighs until I got to that warm little honey pot at the center. At first I gave her the slightest lick. Even at that she moaned and groaned. "Please baby, mommy needs you to eat that pussy and make mommy cum. Please son, make mommy cum."

At that I dove into her like a swimming pool, licking for all I was worth. I stuck my tongue as far as I could into her, and then took long slow licks up and down until she squeezed her legs against my head. She yelled out about how she was coming, and about how good of her son to make her cum so hard. I was worried one of the neighbors would hear, as this was not the kind of thing you want getting around. But in the heat of the moment my mother didn't care. All she knew was that she was cumming, and that I was making her cum. But I wasn't done yet. I held her down by the waist and ate her out until she came and came and came. No matter how hard she bucked and wriggled, no matter how hard she came, I just kept licking and licking and licking. She did keep saying "I'm gonna repay you, I'm gonna repay you..." among her moans of pleasure, and I just licked harder and faster as I thought about what my reward would be.

Finally my tongue started to cramp up and I slowed down while my mom began to calm down. I gave her pussy one final lick and then crawled up onto her body and pressed my face into hers. Her tongue eagerly darted out of her mouth into mine to taste herself. She seemed to enjoy it as she breathed deeply and grabbed the back of my head as we kissed deep.

"Oh my God! Where did you learn to do that?" she laughed.

"Movies, stories?" I told her, I had had a girlfriend prior, and she let me finger her a lot, but never more than that. This was my first time eating pussy, and judging by the way my mom was still breathing deeply, I think I did pretty good.

"Well, you're gonna have to show me what movies and stories taught you those skills." She reached down and cupped my dick, "Are you ready for your reward?"

"Definitely!" I kissed her hard as she began to stroke my cock into full hardness. "What are you gonna do for me mommy?" I asked her. I kissed her neck, slightly licking it. "Are you gonna make me feel good momma?" I whispered into her ear.

She gave my dick a squeeze. "I just don't know how to repay you for making me cum so hard. What do you want me to do baby? Mommy will do anything you ask."

I bit her earlobe. "Anything?" I asked her as I looked her in the eye. "Anything I ask?" She nodded and licked her lips. I quickly rolled her over onto her stomach and got on top of her. I grabbed my dick and gently pushed against her rosebud asshole. I'll never forget her reaction.

"Oh baby darling! Does son want to fuck his mommy's asshole? Does son want to take his reward by shoving his cock deep inside mommy's ass and fucking mommy hard until you shoot that hot sticky cum deep inside me, deep inside my ass? Oh, Honey! Yes! Take it son! Take your reward! Fuck my ass hard baby! Fuck it deep! Fuck it son! Fuck it! That's it, fuck mommy's ass!"

I soon had the whole of my cock in my mother's ass and was pounding her back and forth, enjoying the way her face would shake with every thrust of my cock. Her eyes were shut tight, and her face was contorted as if she were in pain. I would have stopped, except for the fact that she was egging me on, begging me, challenging me to fuck her harder every time. I had a handful of hair and was using it to gently pull her harder onto each thrust. And when she came from getting fucked in the ass, with neither of us playing with her pussy or nipples, it was the loudest she has ever been in our entire incestuous affair.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! YEAH THAT'S GOOD!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

When she finally stopped shaking, we lay in each other's arms and fell asleep, naked, with my cum dripping out of her ass. Neither of us would wake up for 10 hours, at which point we would immediately start fucking and sucking once more. I had turned my mom into a sex crazed whore, and she craved my cock night and day. And I was more than happy to give it to her.

Phonecest [Bro-Sis]

Phonecest


I grew up in a tight-knit family in a small town. Mom and dad were big on what some might call "traditional values". I was the youngest boy of three children. My sister, Teena, was three years older than me. Our older brother, Dinesh, was seven years my senior. Growing up we were like the three amigos.

Growing up, I really looked up to Dinesh. He educated me on things that I might have otherwise missed-out on, or only discovered years later. From sex to music, Dinesh was my mentor and confidant. I knew that I could go to him with questions that our father could not answer, or that I did not dare ask him.

My sister helped shape me too, although she never became aware of it till much later. Being the only girl, Teena was a typical tomboy when she was young. She was always eager to join in a game of football with us and the other kids in the neighbourhood. Once our sister reached puberty all of that changed. She began spending more time with other girls and took on interests that were different from mine and Dinesh's. I was sad, thinking that Teena and I were growing apart.

Dinesh and I shared a bedroom until he left for college. After that I only saw him a few times a year when he came home for holidays and summer vacation. Eventually Teena entered college too and her visits home became as infrequent as our brother's. It was during weekend one year that Dinesh made a comment that changed my life and how I regarded our sister.

I was eighteen and had just begun my first year at College. I was taking a degree in Journalism and was still living at home with mom and dad. Dinesh had graduated and was working as a veterinarian, about a two hour's drive from home. Teena was in her second year of a Dentistry degree, an hour away. Dinesh and I were sharing our old bedroom that weekend. We had all gone to bed, although none of us were really tired. I was staring at the ceiling in the darkened room, wishing I could fall asleep, when my brother's voice cut through the silence.

"Teena really looked hot in that blouse today, didn't she?" Dinesh said.

I thought for a moment until an image of our sister's blouse came to mind. It was light pink, tapered along the sides with a square hem so it hung down over the top of her paisley skirt. Actually, it was rather plain looking.

"I guess. I never really noticed her blouse much," I said.

"I don't mean her blouse, Ramesh," he said, laughing. "I meant how she looked in it. You could see her tits down the front of it when she bent over, and her nipples were hard when she came down from her room this morning."

"I never noticed," I repeated, trying to conjure mental images of what my brother was referring to.

"Well, check her out tomorrow. I wish she'd wear that blouse again -- only without a bra. Watch how her tits bounce when she walks."

"But, she's my sister," I said.

"She's my sister too, but she's still got the nicest tits in town," Dinesh replied with a lecherous chuckle.

I guess I should have been shocked, maybe even repulsed or disgusted by Dinesh's crude remarks about our sister, but for some reason I wasn't. My older brother's comment about our sister shifted the axis of my world. Never again could I regard Teena as simply my older sister. She had become a desirable young woman to me.

The next morning while I ate breakfast I was filled with an odd mixture of curiosity and arousal while I waited for Teena to join us downstairs. Dinesh had already finished eating and was in the living room with dad. When I heard Teena coming down the stairs my heart sped up. I stared at my bowl of Corn Flakes, trying to act disinterested.

Teena's cheery voice greeted me and mom as she entered the kitchen. She gave mom a kiss on the cheek, then poured herself a bowl of cereal. She sat down at the kitchen table to my left and began eating.

I had looked at my sister thousands of times in my life -- maybe a million. But now I felt guilty as hell about it because my thoughts and intentions were far less than chaste. It was only a few minutes later that I summoned the nerve to give her a sideways glance, and then only under the pretext of reaching for the sugar bowl to add more to my cereal.

Teena's honey-blond hair was in a ponytail, which emphasized her high cheekbones and hazel eyes. She was wearing a green tank top and jeans, both of which clung to the curves of her body. The front of her top plunged a little so I could see some of her upper chest, just below her collarbones. I wondered how much more I'd see if she were to bend over.

When Teena reached across the table in front of me to reach for the sugar bowl I saw her right breast quiver and shake inside her top, less than a foot from my face. I had seen breasts before, but I had never wanted to see a girl topless as much as I did at that moment. Failing that, I would have gladly settled for the opportunity to get my hands on my older sister's breasts. They were obviously much more than a good handful and strained the material of her tank top as she leaned over. Seconds later, I realized that I had a hard-on. It was the first of many caused by my big sister.

Once Teena finished eating she began helping mom peel potatoes, cut up a squash and chop carrots. I slunk off into the living room with dad and Dinesh, hoping to get my mind off of my sister. They were watching a movie. It was one in the Godfather series, but I did not know which and cared less. I slumped down in a chair in a corner and pretended to be interested, while thoughts and images of Teena flooded my mind.

By the time mom announced that our meal was ready my appetite had returned. Dinesh was sitting next to me at the dining room table. Mom and dad sat at opposite ends and Teena was across from me and Dinesh. This had been the seating arrangement for as long as I could remember.

It was when Teena asked Dinesh to pass her a roll and he tossed one towards her that I looked up, laughing. The roll hit our sister in the head and bounced onto her plate. She flashed Dinesh an indignant look. Mom was not very pleased either, but dad and I were grinning.

"I can see you've still got the manners of a pig, Dinesh," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Yes, how rude of me. I should have offered you some butter too," he replied.

Dinesh scooped a dollop of soft butter on a spoon, then flicked it across the table at Teena. It splattered over her tank top. Actually, to be more precise, it landed on her left breast. She tilted her head down and frowned, then glared up at Dinesh. Using her napkin, Teena wiped the butter off as best she could, but a noticeable stain remained on her tank top. It was just above her nipple. I could tell this because I was observing from the corner of my eye while my sister wiped the butter from her top. Her breast jiggled a bit as she rubbed the napkin over the greasy stain. Through the fabric the faint outline of her nipple appeared seconds later. I felt Dinesh's elbow jab my ribs. I shifted my eyes towards him and he gave me a sneaky grin.

Once supper was finished dad and Dinesh returned to the living room. Mom was loading the dishwasher while Teena put leftovers away in the fridge.

While everyone was busy doing something I went upstairs to use the bathroom. I had to use it, but it also gave me an excuse to be alone for a little while. I splashed some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to gauge whether or not I appeared any different. Satisfied that I looked as though I should, and not as horny and flustered as I was, I used the toilet.

As I left the bathroom I noticed some movement from the corner of my eye in Teena's bedroom. I stopped and turned my head. Instantly my heart began to race and my cock began to swell. Standing there with her back to me was my sister. She was searching through an open suitcase that was on her bed. But what really caught my attention was that she was topless, except for a bra. I ran my eyes over her bare back, noticing the straps of her pale blue bra. Her silken hair hung down past her shoulders.

I stood there as though my feet were nailed to the floor, watching as Teena shifted through clothes in the suitcase. My cock throbbed and I felt light-headed. When my sister turned around and saw me she let out a startled gasp, then smiled as she exhaled. In her hands was a white blouse with a pleated front.

"I didn't know anyone else was up here," she said.

"I was in the bathroom," I explained.

Teena was holding the blouse up towards her chin, trying to cover her nearly bare chest. Her brown eyes met mine and she gave me a nervous smile, but did not move. If she felt uncomfortable with the situation it never showed. This was the first time I had seen her not completely dressed.

In retrospect, maybe Teena should have closed her bedroom door in my face, or at least turned around. She did neither. Maybe I should have turned and gone downstairs, but I stood there, transfixed. She smiled and I noticed her arms relax a little. It was as though this chance encounter had awakened something in her, just as Dinesh's comments about her had with me the night before.

"I wanted to change my top, since Dinesh got butter on my other one -- the little shit."

That was the first time I had ever heard my sister use any sort of foul language. It surprised me, but paled in comparison to her standing there in just her skimpy bra and jeans.

"Good thing you asked him to pass you a roll and not the gravy," I joked.

Teena let out a laugh and nodded. As she moved, her right arm shifted. From beneath it her breast appeared, held snugly within her bra. Seeing my sister's breast, covered by just the thin pale blue cotton of her bra, made me realize that she was actually more buxom than I had surmised. I was used to seeing her wearing loose blouses, tank tops or dresses -- never anything as revealing or tight as that bra. Above the flimsy blue material I could see the rounded mass of her breast, pushed up by the bra. Her alabaster skin looked soft. Through the cotton her nipple pushed outward. My eyes locked on it, surveying it's length and thickness.

It was only a matter of seconds that I was afforded this glorious view, but it seemed far longer.

"I should be getting back downstairs," I said, my eyes meeting hers once more.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes. As soon as I put this on."

Teena did not wait for me to turn towards the steps. She slid her right arm into the sleeve of the blouse and began pulling it on. My heart lept. I paused a fraction of a second, just long enough to see her breasts being thrust outward from her bra as she slipped into her blouse.

I descended the steps, not quite able to believe what had just transpired. Dad and Dinesh were engrossed in a movie, so I was able to sit quietly in a corner, alone with my taboo thoughts. I sat in a chair and gave a blank stare at the television.

A few minutes later I heard Teena coming down the stairs. She paused in the living room doorway to see what we were watching. The white blouse that she had changed into looked nice on her. It made her dark eyes and hair stand out. She was so pretty. I looked her way for a moment, but was concerned that she might find my looks too lingering. When she smiled at me I felt myself blush. It wasn't just that she had smiled, but the sort of smile that she gave me that sent a jolt of excitement through me. It was a furtive, teasing smile -- as though she was reading my mind. A second later she disappeared into the kitchen with mom.

That night, after going to bed, I did not tell Dinesh about my encounter with our sister upstairs that afternoon. My instincts and better judgment told me not to trust him to be discrete with my secret. Were the roles reversed I knew he would have told me, but I wasn't sure he would not mention it to Teena. I pretended to be asleep to avoid any conversation with my brother. Once he was asleep I jerked off, thinking about Teena

The rest of that weekend was uneventful. In fact, there was never another incident like that between me and my sister that I considered to be a turn-on, or what others might deem improper between siblings. Well, at least not during our visits back home over holidays.

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One benefit about me and my siblings being raised by parents with conservative values is that they instilled in us the importance of family members remaining close. As the years passed and Dinesh, Teena and I were living and working in separate parts of the country we all made a point of keeping in contact with one another. Not a week went by when I didn't send or receive either an email or phone call to, or from, my siblings. It helped us remain close since we only got together infrequently for holidays.

Hearing from Dinesh was always fun. He never changed a bit over the years. His sense of humor and interests remained much as they were when he was a teenager. It was that stability and common ground that I relied on. No matter what, Dinesh was someone whom I could always enjoy a conversation with.

I was always equally as glad to hear from my sister too, although for a much different reason most of the time. One thing about Teena that I never really noticed much until we began exchanging regular phone calls was that she has a very sultry voice.

I was twenty-five and working as a news reporter. I had an apartment across town from mom and dad. Teena was twenty-eight and just begun a small dentistry practice.

It was one night when I was especially tired and had gone to bed early that I came to find just how arousing my sister's voice could be. I was asleep, or well on my way, when the phone rang. My voice must have sounded groggy when I answered. The caller laughed and asked if she had woken me up. It took me several seconds to realize it was my sister.

"Oh... hi, Teena," I groaned into the phone.

"Were you asleep or are you drunk?" she asked, laughing louder.

"Asleep... well, almost," I said.

"Want me to let you go back to sleep?" she asked.

I sat up and leaned back on the headboard of my bed. I cleared my throat and ran my hands through my hair. "No, it's okay," I said. "I'm awake and don't have to get up too early tomorrow."

"I just wanted to call and see how things are with you."

"I'm doing good," I told her.

As my sister and I talked I realized I was paying more attention to the sound of her voice than to what she was saying. Over the phone her voice seemed to have a breathy quality. It was soft and sensual, although I knew that was far from her intention.

After about ten minutes or so of conversation Teena decided she had better let me get back to sleep.

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Phone calls from Teena were not out of the ordinary, but I began looking forward to them more than ever. If a week or so had gone by without us talking I would sometimes lie in bed, wishing the phone would ring, or I would call her myself. But I did not want her to suspect that my motives might be less than pure, so I did not call too often, for fear of raising suspicion in her.

Over the weeks I grew increasingly turned-on during conversations with my sister. I found myself having to try to hide my arousal and make sure my voice did not give me away. Invariably, my hand always found it's way inside my underwear to my hard cock. I could feel my heart pounding as I spoke with and listened to Teena.

Maybe I had gotten too complacent or self-assured after so many phone calls with Teena that I grew careless. Maybe I assumed that she would never suspect that her little brother was capable of getting horny while we spoke. Regardless, one night my sister surprised me.

I had been in bed almost an hour one night when Teena called. I was not tired, so was reading a novel. When the phone rang my heart lept, hoping it was her.

"Hey, little brother, how was your day?" This was usually how Teena began her phone calls. As usual, she sounded chipper and friendly.

I was already sitting up in bed before I answered the phone. I had gotten in the habit of sleeping without underwear, which made stroking my cock much easier. That night, as soon as the phone rang my cock twitched in anticipation.

"I had a crappy day," she sighed. "I'm glad that it's over so I can relax."

"What's wrong?" I asked, growing worried.

"Oh, nothing's wrong," she said. "I'm just tired and a little frustrated, that's all."

I heard a loud clatter on the other end of the line, like the sound of something falling. I wondered what it was.

"What was that?" I asked.

"My shoes sliding across the hardwood floor," she said. "I'm getting comfortable."

"Oh," was all I dared say, although images of my sister getting undressed came to mind, making my cock spring to life.

"You're probably already in bed, so I may as well get ready too, right?" she said.

"Sure, go ahead," I told her, trying not to sound excited.

I could hear the sound of movement over the phone. This lasted for the better part of a minute. In my already aroused state I was easily able to imagine Teena in just a bra -- much like I had seen her that weekend. Slowly, I drew in a deep breath as my hand slid down over my stomach towards my cock.

Oh, shit... hold on..." Teena cried out, followed by the sound of something rustling, then some muffled cursing.

I laughed to myself, wondering what was happening. After a few moments my sister spoke once more.

"Okay... sorry about that," she said.

"What the hell was all that about?" I asked, quite amused.

"Well... I was trying to take my bra off and it got tangled in the phone cord. I nearly strangled myself, but it's finally off." She was laughing as she described her predicament.

"Oh...", I grunted, feeling my cock thicken and tent the sheet.

Although I tried to feign disinterest, my sister had piqued my curiosity and stoked my libido with her description of what she had been doing. I was torn in two -- growing increasingly horny, while trying to seem calm, like any normal brother should be.

"Well, you asked," Teena shot back. She had clearly mistaken my terse reply for embarrassment.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to pry. Sorry," I told her.

"Don't be silly, Ramesh. It's not like you can see anything over the phone." She laughed again, amused by her own remark, then paused. "Anyway, you've already seen me in just a bra before, so it wouldn't be such a shock."

"I guess not," I said, growing more horny.

"Geez, I never knew you got embarrassed this easily."

"Normally I don't, but you're my sister," I said.

"Then you'll probably be mortified to know that right now I'm topless." Teena laughed as she spoke.

My sister's revelation, accompanied by her playful laugh fed my lust for her. A surge of excitement coursed through me. "Oh..." I mumbled, holding back all the things I wanted to say.

"Well, after the struggle with my bra, I decided to not keep you waiting any longer by going to look for pajamas," she explained.

"I'll wait if you want to go get some," I told her, although the thought of continuing the conversation knowing she wasn't wearing a top turned me on.

"No, it's okay. Normally I don't sleep like this, but it feels really nice." I could hear her shift about and let out a slow, breathy exhale.

I couldn't tell whether Teena was trying to entice me, or her candor was spontaneous and natural. Still, I hoped that she found our conversation as arousing as I did, although I considered it quite unlikely.

"I never wear a t-shirt to bed -- just boxers," I said, convincing myself that she might have a prurient interest in what I wore to bed.

"It's different with you though; you're a guy." she said.

"I don't see what difference that makes," I told her.

"Let's put it this way: right now my sheet is pulled up around me and it's cool on my skin, so there are two bumps sticking out in it." Teena's voice was soft, coy.

"Oh..." I said, noticing that I sounded horny now.

"That's what I meant when I said it felt really nice," she explained.

My cock was throbbing and fully hard. The head rubbed over the sheet, dampening it with pre-cum. My hand eased down towards it and I squeezed it.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

My sister's question made me nervous, but I couldn't refuse. "Of course," I told her.

"Remember that weekend years ago when you walked in on me changing, after Dinesh threw butter on my top?" she asked.

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I never knew you were in your room," I told her.

"It's okay, but... just how much could you see that day?"

"You were wearing a bra, so it's not like a lot was showing."

"Just a lot of cleavage," she surmised with a giggle.

"Well, some," I admitted, trying to sound reluctant hesitant.

I was stroking my cock slowly now while I listened to Teena's sensuous voice. I called to mind the images our conversation reminded me of. I had only had phone sex a few times in my life, but there I was: masturbating during a phone conversation with my big sister. I drew in a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself so she would not detect the arousal in my voice.

"You want to know something?" I offered.

"Sure. What?" Teena asked, obviously very curious.

"You were the first girl I saw topless," I revealed.

"Well, I wasn't exactly topless," she corrected.

"Close enough," I said with a laugh.

"Close enough for a horny teenage guy, huh?" she teased with a grunt.

I gave another nervous laugh, unwilling to openly agree with her. But now I was beginning to wonder if Teena was enjoying the conversation as much as I was, then concluded that was probably unlikely. I hadn't been so horny in weeks.

"Well, I hope that since then you've seen plenty of other girls topless, and moved on to bigger and better things."

"That would be difficult," I spat out.

"What?" she asked.

I sighed, regretting my comment. Now I was going to have to explain myself. "Can I be completely honest with you?" I asked.

"Of course. The way this conversation has been going I'd expect it," she told me.

"Well, what I meant was it would be difficult because you're pretty big up top."

"More than a handful, right?" she added, sounding sexy. "Is that what you're saying?"

"With you, there's a lot more than a handful, Teena," I countered, feeling braver as I stroked my shaft and my libido began to control my judgment.

"You're bad, little brother," my sister scolded, although she still sounded teasing.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I was unsure of just how serious to take her, so decided to err on the side of caution.

"No, don't apologize. I was just teasing you, Ramesh. I've wanted you to be bad for years now."

"Really? How?" My sister's admission gave me renewed hope that someday our relationship might take on a taboo nature.

"Okay, since we're being honest... can I tell you something?"

"Anything," I said, feeling my heart pounding faster.

"When you walked by my room that day when I was changing my top, didn't you notice how my arm moved down after a while and I didn't wait for you to leave before I started putting on the other blouse?"

"Ahh... yes," I admitted, as the image flashed in my mind.

"Well, I wanted to let you have a little better look," she admitted, sounding very sexy.

"Really? Wow!"

"Well, I noticed you looking at them when we were at the table and it made me feel like being a little naughty." My sister paused a moment, then let out a nervous titter. "Okay... really naughty. Being around you does that to me sometimes," she said.

"Really?"

"Yeah... like now..." she elaborated.

"Now?" My cock was as diamond-hard and tenting the sheet. My hand was still gripping it at the base. I began to slowly stroke it again and running my hand over my heavy balls.

"I mean, me telling you I don't have a top on now and mentioning that my nipples are hard... that's not something a girl normally tells her little brother, right? But I've always felt perfectly comfortable around you, Ramesh, and sometimes I've wanted to push things with us a little bit -- even though I knew it was a little... inappropriate."

I knew, or was at least fairly certain, where the conversation was going, but I still wanted Teena to drive it, for fear of pushing her boundaries too far. There was too much at risk for me to assume too much and be wrong.

"What are you doing?" Teena seemed almost as amused as she did curious, but now her voice sounded different too. It was thicker, husky. I found it sensuous.

"Nothing," I said, then cleared my throat.

"Uh-huh... me either." She sounded sarcastic. Cynical. But also arousing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, growing defensive at her tone of voice.

"It means I think my little brother is being bad while he talks to me." Her voice was soft and teasing, not accusatory.

"No..." was all I could come back with.

"It's okay, Ramesh... I'm doing it too."

My sister's admission sent a surge of excitement through me. Thoughts and images of her masturbating filled my mind. I gripped my cock harder and stroked it a little faster. Now I cared less about whether she heard me breathing heavier.

"What?" I asked, hoping she would share details with me.

"My sheet slid down around my waist a while ago and I started touching them. But when I heard how your voice sounded and you were breathing heavy, it made me wonder if you were doing it too. After a little while my hand ended up under the sheet."

I cleared my throat and drew in a deep breath. I wanted to calm down so I could prolong this as long as possible. "Where under the sheet?" I asked.

"You know..." My sister sounded reluctant and shy as she drug the words out.

"No, I don't... tell me, Teena."

"I'm touching my pussy," she finally admitted in a throaty whisper.

I lifted my ass up from the bed and pushed my shaft into my fist when my sister spoke those words. A moan sounded behind my tight lips that she must have heard.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Warm... and wet... very wet," she breathed.

I remained silent, listening to the sound of my sister's breathing, hoping to hear whatever else I might.

"Are you stroking, Ramesh?" she asked, sounding very horny.

"Yes," I said, almost grunting.

"Mmmm... I love seeing a guy do that. I always wondered if you did it that night after you saw me changing."

"Yes," I admitted.

"Damn... I missed it."

I continued to stroke my cock, faster now, listening to Teena's labored breathing and the sporadic faint moans she issued. She sounded as sexy as she always looked. A few minutes later she gasped and let out a long moan.

"Ramesh... oh god... I'm gonna cum, Ramesh," she cried out before moaning again, only louder and for longer.

Listening to my sister having a series of orgasms and moaning was more than enough to send me over the edge. I let out a deep moan and called out her name as I shot thick, hot cum up towards the sheet and over my hand.

Teena and I each took a little while to catch our breath and calm down. Once I did, I felt rather awkward. I had just had phone sex with my sister. Nothing can prepare you for how to handle a situation like this. I struggled for something to say.

"That was the wildest thing I've ever done in my life," I said, almost gasping.

"Me too." Teena giggled, but I knew her shyness wasn't affected now.

"You sounded so damn sexy," I told my sister.

"Thanks. I hope I didn't sound silly. You sounded great too -- like you came really hard."

"I did," I told her.

Teena and I talked for another ten minutes or so, but she soon became sleepy. I would have been more than happy to have kept talking in hopes that we might repeat what we had done, but I knew she needed to get to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, little brother. I love you," she said in a soft voice.

"I love you too. Have a good night."

I hung the phone up and rolled over in bed. I fell asleep with a smile on my face that I think was still there when I woke up.

###

Three days after me having phone sex with my sister I received a call on my cell phone from my mother while I was at work. She was crying and it took me a little while to calm her and get her to explain why she was calling.

"It's your father.... he fell... he was getting out of the tub. The ambulance just left. " Mom was heaving and sighing as she spoke.

I immediately raced over to my parents' house, then drove mom to the hospital. We waited quite a while until we heard any news on my father's condition. Thankfully he had only broken his wrist when he tried to brace himself during his fall in the bathtub, but he had bumped his head too. The doctor wanted to keep him in the hospital for a day for observation.

After I drove mom back home I realized that I would have to call Dinesh and Teena to inform them of dad's accident. It would be the first time I had spoken with my sister since having phone sex with her and I felt more than sheepish. I stalled by calling Dinesh first. He was concerned, but when I explained that dad had only broken his wrist and was otherwise alright my brother was relieved and glad that I had called.

Teena was surprised to hear from me, especially in the afternoon. She began crying when I told her what had happened to dad.

"I'll be there tomorrow night. I can catch a flight in the afternoon. I can rearrange my schedule for the rest of the week and stay with them for a few days," she said.

"Teena, I don't think that's necessary," I said. "Dad will be home in a day or so. He only broke his wrist; he'll be okay. There's no need for you to drop everything and come down here."

There was a long pause. "You don't want to see me. That's it, isn't it, Ramesh?" My sister sounded hurt and angry.

"No, Teena, that's not it at all. It's just that this isn't an emergency. Dad's going to be just fine," I explained.

"Is it because of what happened the other night?"

I sighed. My sister had mentioned the issue that was hanging over our heads. "No, it has nothing to do with that. Look, you can come down here if you want. I just didn't see the point in it."

"Well, I do," she snapped. "I'll be there tomorrow night."

A half hour later my cell phone rang. It was mom. She had spoken with Teena and was calling to tell me what I already knew. But she also said that she expected me to be at the house tomorrow night when my sister arrived.

Dad was released from the hospital the next afternoon, once they had determined that he had not fractured his skull or received a concussion from his fall. We gathered in the living room that evening, awaiting Teena's arrival.

Teena took a cab from the airport. Once she arrived she spent some time fawning over dad, then talked with him and mom. I sat at the opposite end of the room, arms folded, listening to their conversation. My sister virtually ignored me -- even to the point of not looking my way.

Dad had been given painkillers at the hospital in case his broken wrist caused him discomfort. He had taken one a while after supper and became drowsy an hour or so after Teena arrived. Once my mother noticed this she quickly ushered him off to bed, joining him too. Now there was just me and my sister in the living room.

When she smiled and I ran my eyes over her body my heart melted. It was hard to be pissed-off with her when she looked so damn pretty.

Teena's hair was curly now and longer than when I had last seen her. She was wearing a purple blouse that was a little tight on her and a knee-length black skirt. She looked as lovely as ever. My cock began to stiffen as I looked her over and recalled our last phone call.

"Mom and dad are really happy you came down," I said.

"Well, at least someone is." Her voice was cold and her mouth tight.

"Will you give it a rest, Teena. Please."

Teena's eyes met mine; she seemed nervous. She drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "I just thought that you wanted to avoid me now and thought that I was a horrible person after what I did," she said.

"No. No way, Teena. Never. Besides, I did it too. Remember?"

My sister slowly nodded, still watching me. "Then I guess we're both horrible people," she said. Her expression softened and she smiled. "I've never known anyone who's committed incest before," she said, sounding ashamed.

I flinched when I heard her use that word, then reconsidered what we had actually done. "All we did was have phone sex. I don't think that qualifies as incest."

"It's more like phonecest, I guess." Teena laughed hard at her witticism.

I was very relieved to hear my sister's cheerful laugh and see her smiling at me once again.

"What? You're awfully quiet." She gave me a piercing stare, her eyes narrow.

"Sorry... nothing," I said.

"No, tell me, Ramesh. Let's not have any more misunderstandings. Please."

"Okay... I was just thinking about that phone call and how pretty you look right now," I explained.

Teena blushed and tilted her head down a bit, then smirked. "Thanks," she whispered. "What else were you thinking?"

"How nice your tits look with that blouse on." I gave her a bold grin, waiting for her response.

Teena smiled. She arched her back, pushing her breasts outwards. She locked her shimmering eyes on me. For the first time in my life I leered at my sister's chest with impunity. She seemed to enjoy being open about showing off for me as much as I enjoyed looking.

"You like?" she asked, fishing for another compliment.

"You know I do. I have ever since I was a teenager."

Teena stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. She stood in front of me and unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse and pulled it open. She was smiling the whole time. Her eyes never left mine. Her blouse was undone almost to her navel now. She was wearing a black bra with floral lace on the cups.

"Is this better?" My sister gave me a teasing smile as she held her blouse open.

"Much," I said looking up at her chest.

Teena took another two steps towards my chair. She braced her left knee on the cushion between my thighs, then placed her palms on the arms of the chair. She leaned over me. Her curly hair hung down around her face and shoulders. I could smell her perfume; it was intoxicating. But what I was concentrating on were her round breasts, now barely a foot from my face. They swayed slightly, threatening to fall out of her bra. I stared at the outline of her thick nipples, wishing I could wrap my lips around them and wondering if she would let me if I begged her to.

"Damn, Teena-- you look fantastic," I said.

"I do, or my tits do?"

"Well, I did mean your tits, but -- you're so damn pretty, Teena. And that's just the beginning. You're funny and smart. Don't ever think that all you are is just pretty," I told her.

"You're so sweet, Ramesh," she gushed.

My sister threw her arms around my neck. She bent down and kissed my cheek, clutching me to her. I placed my hands on her hips, then slid them around to her back. Now Teena's breasts were swaying just inches in front of me. My cock throbbed and began to tent my jeans. She smiled, her eyes darting down to her chest, then back to mine.

"How's the view down there?" she joked.

Teena stood up and stretched. "Sorry -- my back was killing me," she explained.

I nodded, watching her. When she noticed my erection pushing up at my jeans Teena grinned. She stepped back to my chair. "Mmmm... looks like my little brother has a big problem," she purred. "How would you like for me to take care of that for you?"

Although I had fantasized about something like this happening many, many times, when my sister made her offer it stunned me. I looked at her in wide-eyed disbelief. "Teena... wow... thanks, but mom and dad are just upstairs. We can't. Besides, are you sure? That's a pretty big step for us to take. Wouldn't you feel weird about it?"

My sister sat down on the arm of the chair and looked at me. "No. I'd feel great about it. And wouldn't my hand on it feel better than yours? We've already broken the ice -- on the phone, I mean," she said.

"But in-person is something else entirely. Besides, if mom or dad get up, we'd be in so much shit.

The right corner of Teena's mouth turned up while she thought. She hooded her eyes, then smiled. "What if I called you when you got home?" she suggested.

"What?"

Teena ran the fingertips of her right hand up and down the inside of my left thigh. She looked down towards my erection, then back up to my face. "Feel like committing phonecest with your horny sister?" she asked in a sultry voice.

I didn't respond. Of course I wanted to, but after the tension it caused the first time I was reluctant.

"Come on, Ramesh. You know that as soon as you get home you're going to be stroking it, and I'll have already started -- maybe even finished. So how about we help each other and do it together?"

I smiled, then nodded. I got up from the chair. "Okay, give me a half hour to get home and get in bed."

"I'll give you twenty minutes," she said, then laughed.

Teena followed me to the door. She watched while I put my coat on, then tugged me to her by my arm. My hard cock pushed against her as she hugged me. She moved her hips, rubbing herself over my erection, then moaned.

"Some day, little brother..." she whispered in my ear, then kissed my cheek.

I never asked her what she meant; I already knew.

Traffic was seldom heavy and since it was well past eleven o'clock there were even fewer cars on the roads. I drove as fast as I dared. My cock was still hard in anticipation. When I arrived at my apartment building I didn't bother waiting for the elevator. I bolted up the four flights of stairs. As soon as I closed my apartment door behind me I kicked my shoes off and began unbuttoning my shirt, pulling one button off in the process. I stripped naked and got into bed. When the phone rang I answered it even before the first ring was completed.

"What took you so long to answer?" my sister joked.

"I had to check the Caller ID to make sure it wasn't a telemarketer," I retorted.

"No... it's your naughty big sister calling for phonecest." Already Teena's voice was heavy with arousal. "Are you in bed?" she asked.

"Yeah..."

"I'm in your bed," she said.

"What?" I asked, momentarily confused.

Teena giggled. "No, not the bed you're in now -- although I wish I was. I meant your old bed, in the room you used to share with Dinesh."

"Oh..." I grunted.

"How many times did you jerk off in this bed thinking about me?"

"I don't know... a few times," I admitted.

"More like a few thousand, I bet," she shot back.

"I'm naked," she said.

"Me too."

"And hard?"

"As a rock," I told her.

"Mmmm... it felt so good when I hugged you. I'm so wet, Ramesh. By the time you left, my panties were soaked.

My fingers curled around my cock. I squeezed it, feeling it thicken, then began to slowly stroke it while I listened to my sister's voice. She became silent, except for her breathing. I would have given just about anything to have seen her at that moment.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Rubbing... dipping my finger in a bit and spreading it around. I haven't been this wet in ages -- not even the last time we did this."

"You sound so sexy when you're turned-on," I told her.

"Thanks. I'm glad I don't sound silly," she said with a giggle. "Are you stroking it?"

"Yeah... slowly."

"Damn... that should be me doing that for you. I would have, you know, if you had have let me when you were here," she said.

"I know... I just wasn't sure about it. Plus, I was nervous with mom and dad upstairs."

"The thrill of maybe getting caught just made it more exciting. I felt so wicked -- wanting to play with my brother's cock while our parents slept upstairs," my sister said.

The way Teena phrased it and the excited sound of her voice made my pulse quicken. I gave my balls a squeeze, then slid my hand up my shaft. A moan sounded in my throat as I did.

"You sound so horny... when was the last time you jerked off?"

"Last night... thinking about you," I said.

"It's been a couple of days for me. Last night I was too worried about dad to get turned-on. I'll make up for it tonight though. I just wish I didn't have to be quiet."

"Me too. You sounded so sexy the last time," I told her.

Teena grew quiet, then she let out a sexy whimper. Hearing it made my cock twitch and I began stroking it faster.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I just slipped a second finger in and spread them apart a ways. God... I feel so full," she said in heavy breaths. "You should feel how wet I am, Ramesh. It's starting to run down my ass."

"I wish I could feel it," I told her.

"I'd want more than just your fingers in me though. Ever since I hugged you tonight I've been thinking about how your cock felt. You've got to let me feel it before I go back."

"We'll see...," I told her.

"Come on... I'll let you do it to me, or something else, if you want."

My sister's offer was one I knew I could not pass-up. I pumped my fist harder over my shaft as I imagined fingering her and playing with her naked body.

"Like what?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Something I shouldn't," I told her.

My sister let out a soft moan and sighed. "Would you like to fuck my tight pussy, little brother?" she said in a breathy voice.

"Yes..." I moaned as I thrust my hips up to meet my hand.

"I'm so wet right now. Listen..."

After a second or two of silence I heard the wet sounds of my sister rapidly working her fingers in and out of her tight, juicy pussy. Her palm slapped against her clit a few times and she moaned. I pumped my cock in the same rhythm as her fingers.

"I wish that was your cock in me instead of my fingers," she said once she brought the phone back to her mouth.

"Me too," I sighed.

Teena grew silent. All I heard were the sounds of her breathing heavy and the occasional moan through her clenched jaw. I listened to her as she pleasured herself and stroked my shaft. A few minutes later she let out a slightly louder groan.

"Oh god... Ramesh... I'm going to cum... ahhh... I want your cock so bad right now," she cried out.

I listened to my sister's stifled moans of ecstasy as she came. That was more than enough to make me finally cum. Three streams of jism sprayed from my cock in succession, coating my stomach and hand, but my sister wasn't finished yet.

"oh god... I'm going to... oh shit... fuck... Ramesh, you've got to fuck me before I leave..."

I could hear the faint sounds of Teena's palm beating against her swollen clit as she brought herself to two more orgasms. I wasn't quite soft yet and kept stroking my cock as I listened to her cum. Once we had both finished we took a few moments to calm down, both panting.

"God... you make me so horny," she said after a minute or so.

"You've always made me horny," I replied.

Teena chuckled, sounding happy to hear that. "Then it's time I did something about it."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure about anything. I love you, little brother. Let me show you how much."

"I love you too," I said, smiling.

Teena and I were both spent from having cum so hard. I could tell by her voice that she was getting sleepy. I had work the next morning, but told her I'd stop in to our parents' house in the evening. After wishing each other a good night and reminding one another we loved them, we hung up.

###

Mom called my cell phone while I was at work the next day. She wanted to let me know that she expected me over to supper that evening. Since Teena was visiting she wanted as many of us as possible gathered there for one meal. I would never pass up mom's cooking. My only concern was mom suspecting that something was up between me and my sister. Mother's have an innate ability to know when their children are misbehaving, regardless of their age.

When I arrived mom was busy checking on the potatoes and chicken. Teena was setting the table in the dining room. I spoke with dad a while in the living room, finding out how his wrist was mending, then I went in to see Teena. She was wearing a loose-fitting knee-length tan skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was pulled back on the sides and clasped in back with a barrette. She looked as lovely as always.

My cock began to thicken and get hard as I approached my sister. Her breasts shook slightly under her blouse as she moved about. She was placing utensils beside the plates on the table. I stood at a corner of the table, watching her. At one point she stepped in front of me, pausing briefly to rub her ass against my crotch. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter to me. I thrust my hips forward, pushing the bulge in my jeans harder against her ass. My hard shaft rubbed over her firm cheeks. She pushed back, then wiggled her hips. I ran my hand up her back, noticing that I could not feel a bra beneath her blouse. I gave her ass a squeeze, then she moved away from my grasp with a playful laugh.

Teena sat across from me while we ate, just like she had for over two decades. I missed not having Dinesh to my right though. It was the first time that I could recall that both of my siblings weren't present for a meal in the dining room. My throbbing cock distracted me periodically during supper. Several times Teena lifted her eyes from her plate to meet mine. She would give me a sly smile, then look back to her plate. Mom and dad continued to talk, oblivious to Teena and me flirting right under their noses.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow morning, Ramesh?" my sister asked at one point.

"No," I said, curious about her question.

"Would you mind driving me to the airport? My flight leaves at ten-thirty," she said.

"Sure. No problem. I'll pick you up around nine." The next day was a Sunday and I had no plans whatsoever. I regretted that my sister could not stay longer though.

"Thanks."

Teena gave me a peculiar smile, then resumed eating.

Once we all had finished eating Mom and Teena began collecting our plates. They deposited them in the dishwasher, then put the leftovers away. I joined dad in the living room. We watched television and talked a little. A short time later Mom and my sister joined us. I was sitting on the couch. Mom sat down in a chair beside my father's, directly facing the television. Teena sat down beside me on the couch. When she crossed her legs her skirt slid up past her left knee a ways but I tried not to be obvious about looking. I folded my arms and settled back on the couch, watching television. I had been fighting an erection all evening; now I worried that my parents would notice it.

When mom and dad announced that they were going to bed I noticed my sister's mouth form into a faint smile. She got up and gave each of them a hug, then watched as they made their way upstairs. She was standing in the middle of the living room. I was running my eyes up and down her body, now less concerned by the growing bulge in my jeans.

My sister slipped off her shoes and turned the television off, then padded over the carpet towards me. She sat down on the couch again and leaned back on the arm, facing me. I turned towards her, feeling my throbbing cock straining my jeans. Teena looked down at the bulge in the denim and smiled. She brought her bare feet up on the couch and slowly pressed the sole of her right foot against my crotch. She smiled and began rubbing it over my balls and hard shaft.

"Ever had a foot job, little brother?" she asked.

I shook my head. My sister's legs were parted slightly as she rubbed me with her foot. Now I could see up her skirt quite a ways. I stared at the inside of her thighs, wishing I could run my hands up them. When Teena saw me looking up her skirt she smiled and began slowly tugging it higher up her thighs, parting them as she inched the hem higher. Seconds later I could see her white panties covering her mound. They were sheer, with silky white material clinging to her lips. Through the sheer upper section of them I could see a dark strip of hair leading down to her folds.

"Sexy panties..." I said, staring between her legs.

"I bought a few pairs before I came here. Just in case..." she said.

"In case what?" I taunted.

"In case my horny little brother felt like being a little naughty with me," she whispered.

"I always do," I confessed.

Teena tugged at the hem of her skirt until it was around her navel. She slipped her slender fingers inside her panties, locking her eyes on me and smiling. I could see her knuckles through the transparent material and watched the outline of her fingers through the silk as she rubbed herself.

"This is what you don't get to see when we talk on the phone." My sister looked at me through half-shut eyes and smiled, then bit the corner of her bottom lip.

I swallowed, pushing my hips so my erection pressed against her foot. She rubbed it harder and slid down on the couch a ways, opening her legs wider.

"Why don't you join me?" she urged.

I raised my eyes to my sister's face. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was open a bit as she breathed heavier. She looked positively sexy as she rubbed her clit and wet lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Take it out, Ramesh. Let's do it together -- like we do on the phone," she breathed.

"I don't know if we should," I said, although I wanted to jerk off more than I ever had in my whole life.

Teena stopped moving her hand and looked at me. "Why? Because I'm your sister, or because of mom and dad?"

"Both, I guess," I said with a shrug.

"But mainly mom and dad, right?"

I nodded.

"They'll never hear us, and if one of them gets up we'll hear them in time. Besides, they'll only be going to the bathroom. I want to watch you stroke it. Don't you like watching me?"

"Yeah..." I said in almost a moan.

Teena pulled her foot away from my crotch and bent her leg. She tugged her panties aside to show me her pussy. Her pink lips were shiny and wet with her juice. There were wisps of dark hair on either side of them that were also wet. When she spread her lips wide for me I saw her hard, pink clit. I wanted to run my tongue around it and suck it between my lips while I tasted her. She slipped her middle finger in deep, raising up from the sofa and clenching her jaw.

"I wish that was your cock in me," she moaned, working her finger in and out and wiggling it around her walls. "Stroke it for me, Ramesh... let's cum face to face just this once."

The house was silent except for my sister's laboured breathing. Knowing it was rather certain that our parents would not get up, much less come downstairs, I raised up on my knees and unbuttoned my jeans. Teenahad an excited look as I unzipped them. When I pulled them and my underwear down to free my hard cock she let out as soft gasp, then a moan. She began rubbing her clit faster.

"God... Ramesh...," she moaned.

"What?" I asked.

"If I had have known you had such a nice cock I would have tried to see it years ago." Teena pulled her panties down to her knees and ran her palm down her wet pussy, then back up.

I knelt in front of my sister, bracing my hand on her right knee as I began to stroke my cock. She was massaging her clit with her right hand and pushing two fingers on her left one deep in her tight pussy, watching me intently. Soft cries escaped her mouth periodically and she thrust her hips a bit.

"You look so sexy," I said, looking down at her.

I feel so fuckin' slutty and I love it," she gasped, pumping her fingers harder.

My face was hot and my breathing was rapid now, like my sister's. I knew an orgasm was imminent. My sister must have realized it too. Her hands were moving more rapidly now and her mouth was tight. I could see her juice beginning to run down her.

"I want to taste your cum... cum in my mouth," she urged me with a tempting smile.

"Really?" I said, still pumping my cock in my fist.

"Come here... get on top of me." My sister reached out and pulled at my hips, tugging me on top of her.

I began stroking my shaft again, looking down at my sister's pretty face less than a foot from the swollen mushroom-shaped head of my cock. She was looking up as she reached down between us to rub her clit. She smiled as she watched my heavy balls swaying and my fist moving up and down. Her left hand ran up and down my left thigh and gave my ass a hard squeeze. She giggled.

"Cum in my mouth, little brother. Shoot it down my throat," she urged in a hoarse voice.

I felt light-headed as I got closer to orgasm. My sister's dirty talk was bringing me there faster. She gave a moan and cried out as her first small orgasm coursed through her. Seconds later I let out a deep moan. Teena pulled her hair back from her face and opened her mouth wide as a stream of hot, sticky cum shot out over her tongue. She moaned again and the second rope splashed over her lips and chin. I leaned closer and sprayed two last small ropes over her waiting tongue. She smiled and licked her lips.

My cock was still hard and I continued to stroke it as my sister came again, burying her fingers deep in her pussy as she arched her back. I leaned away, watching her as my cum ran down her chin.

Teena and I lay together on the sofa, breathing hard and smiling. She wiped her finger over her left cheek, wiping up a few drops of my jism. She sucked on her finger, smiling at me.

"I wish I could have sucked it out of you," she said.

"Wouldn't that be going too far though?" Despite what had just happened I still wondered where our boundaries were.

"Nothing could be too far with you, little brother. I love you."

"I love you too," I said and smiled.

Teena sat up and kissed my cheek, then held me to her. I slid closer, between her legs. My limp cock hung down just inches from her dripping pussy. My sister looked down and smiled.

"Mmmm... too bad you're not still hard. It would be in me now," she said.

My sister leaned on my shoulder, spent. I was too. We stayed that way for fifteen minutes or more, not talking, just enjoying the post-coital bliss.

"I should get to bed. It's late," she said after a while, sounding regretful.

I nodded and stood up. She watched as I pulled my jeans and underwear up and tucked myself in.

"Don't forget -- tomorrow at nine," she said.

"I won't."

Teena followed me to the door. We exchanged one last hug and kisses before I left. I was still smiling as I drove home.

###

I woke early the next morning and quickly got myself showered and dressed. When I arrived at my parents' house they and Teena were sitting in the living room. My sister was wearing a black tank top and a skirt. Beside the chair Teena was on was her light blue suitcase. I was sad that she had to leave so soon. It had been quite a while since she had visited and I was of course enjoying our late-night trysts after our parents had gone to bed. I hoped that we would see one another again before too long.

"Ready to go?" I asked her, checking my watch.

Teena nodded, seeming reluctant. She stood up and gave mom and dad each a hug and a kiss. I picked up her suitcase and began walking to the back door with her. Our parents followed behind us. They watched from the door as I put Teena's suitcase in the back seat of my car and she got in. As I drove out of the driveway they waved and smiled.

Teena was quiet as she sat in the seat next to me. I stole glances at her legs, partially uncovered by her pewter-grey skirt that reached her mid-thigh. Her legs were parted slightly and I could see the inside of her right thigh. My cock stiffened.

"No. I'm not going to the airport," she said.

I whipped my head towards her as my jaw went slack. "What? Where are you going?" I asked, then forced my eyes back to the road.

"Your place." She turned and gave me an impish smile.

"What? You said that --"

"I know. I told you guys my flight left today so mom and dad would think I've gone back. But it doesn't leave till tomorrow morning," she explained.

"But... "

"Just drive, little brother." Teena reached over and placed her hand on my knee. She ran it up the inside of my thigh and gave it a squeeze, just below my balls. She kept it there as I drove.

The only sound in the car was of the radio. Teena and I never talked. We both knew what was going to happen, but we never discussed it. I drove quickly, cursing under my breath when I had to stop for two red lights. Once I parked in the lot behind my apartment building I got my sister's suitcase out of the car. She followed behind me as I went inside.

During the elevator ride up Teena was leaning back on the wall of the car facing me. Her hands were folded behind her and she had a teasing smirk on her face. I wanted to take her right there. We hurried down the hall towards the door to my apartment. As soon as Teena closed it behind us she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her. I dropped her suitcase to the floor.

"Now we don't have to worry about anyone catching us," she said, breathing into my ear. "You can fuck me on the living room floor if you want."

"I have a bed," I joked, running my hands over her back.

Teena never answered. She let go of me and took a step back. With one swift move she pulled her tank top up over her head. Her breasts shook and jiggled as she moved. She dropped her top to the floor and smiled.

"God... you're beautiful," I said, staring at her perfect breasts.

"Thanks," she said, smiling.

Teena tugged my t-shirt up and off of me. She tossed it to the floor and ran her hands over my bare chest, teasing my nipples with her fingertips. She bent down and swirled her tongue around my right one, then looked up and grinned.

I ran my hands up my sister's bare back. Her skin was silky smooth. When I drug my fingernails up her spine she moaned, writhing her shoulders. Her light brown nipples had stiffened and stood out from her gently swaying breasts. I bent down and ran my tongue around her right nipple and two-inch areola, then sucked both between my lips. Teena moaned and held me by my head, urging me on.

"I'm already so wet, Ramesh... you're going to drive me crazy," she said in a ragged voice.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, kneading them as my mouth moved from one thick, hard nipple to the other. Teena stroked my back while I groped her and teased her thick nubs with my tongue and lips. They darkened slightly with the flush of arousal and I tugged at one with my teeth, making her moan louder.

When she reached down and gave my balls a squeeze I groaned and looked up at her. She ran her fingers over my shaft through my jeans.

"Where's your bedroom?" My sister sounded like she was in a hurry to get there.

I lead Teena by the hand down the hall to my room. I pushed the door open with my foot and brought her in.

"It's kind of a mess. I wasn't expecting company," I apologized.

"I don't care." Already Teena was unzipping her skirt. "Get undressed. I need you to fuck me, Ramesh. I've wanted this for so long. I probably would have let you years ago if you had have really tried."

My sister was already lying back naked on the bed as I tugged my jeans off. Her smooth, tanned legs were bent and parted. She was resting on her elbows, smiling up at me.

When I got between Teena's open thighs she reached up and held my arms, guiding me down on top of her. I saw the same look of arousal in her eyes that I had seen the night before. I was exciting and made me want her even more. She wrapped her legs around me, locking me to her and pulling me closer.

When my cock slid between her wet lips we both moaned. I sank between her soft thighs and buried my cock in her tight pussy. She gripped me, holding me deep within her, then pushed up with her hips and wiggled them so I rubbed against her clit.

"Fuck me hard, little brother... we both need this so bad," she moaned into my ear.

I began thrusting my hips, looking down to watch her breasts quiver as my cock sank into her. Teena held my arms and ran her hands up and down them, looking up at me, smiling.

"Harder, Ramesh... fuck my pussy hard..."

I moved my hands down to my sister's hips and held onto them. I lifted her up from the bed and began shoving my cock faster and deeper into her, listening to her cries of pleasure grow louder. Her arms fell by her sides and she clutched the sheet beneath her, squeezing her right breast with her right hand.

"That's it... oh god... fuck your horny sister... shove it in me," she cried out.

I was moaning and grunting louder as I thrust my hips. My cock was slick with her musky juice. Teena was even tighter and wetter than I expected; she felt wonderful. Her round breasts shook as I pumped my shaft, slapping against her hard clit with each deep thrust in her. She moaned and pushed back. Her eyes were closed and her head was moving from side to side. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Soon after that she cried out, squeezing my cock harder. I kept pumping, wanting her to keep cumming. When she came for the second time I knew it was my turn soon; so did she.

"Cum in my mouth... come all over my face like last night," my sister cried out.

I slid my cock from my sister's hot, tight pussy and straddled her chest. She looked up and wrapped her hand around my slick cock. Her juice made her hand glide over it as she stroked me fast.

"Cum for me, little brother. Your cum tastes so good..."

A few seconds later I let out a long moan and warned Teena that I was about to cum. She raised up and wrapped her wet lips around my cock, sucking hard. I felt my cock twitch and my body go rigid as I bathed her tongue and mouth with my cum. She kept sucking and pumping her hand over my shaft. I was still hard and she swallowed as much of my rod as she could, then slid her lips off of it and lay back, satisfied.

"Mmmmm... thanks," she grinned. "I needed that."

I swung my leg off of my sister and laid down on my left side facing her. She rolled over and smiled. Her lips glistened with our juices. I kissed her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip. She giggled, seeming surprised.

"You've never kissed me on the mouth before," she said.

"No, but I've never done a couple of other things I just did either," I reminded her.

"Well, we've got the next twenty-four hours, little brother, and there's still lots I want to do with you." Teena draped herself over me and kissed me hard.

It was going to be a good day.