Sex and Family – Part 4 (Long drive with aunty and her daughter)

Please read the earlier parts.

Mamata Aunty came out wearing a white saree and a matching blouse. Her daughter Priya was wearing white loose jeans and a loose shirt. I sat in the driver’s seat while Priya sat in the front passenger seat and her Mom sat in the back seat. We had kept all the Pooja items in the dickie.

I started the car and moved it outside the compound. We drove in the city for a few minutes and finally hit the highway, where the traffic was minimal. I was driving the car at 60kmph as we were not in a hurry. “I have brought apples, see Rajesh,” Priya spoke, turning to me.

I turned towards her and was shocked at seeing her. Priya had pulled her loose T-shirt top down and was exposing the white bra that she was wearing. Seeing me staring at her bosom, she pulled her right bra cup down and exposed her right breast.

I couldn’t speak anything and dumbly stared at her exposed breast and nipple. It was hard and erect. She was exposing her breasts in public, with her mother sitting in the back. I couldn’t help but admire her guts.

“I will cut the apples and give them to you while you drive. I want you to have more energy, as you should be very tired from last evening,” Priya said. She was showing a bowl of cut apples, which was between her thighs.

She continued,” While driving back, you can enjoy eating mangoes, which are very soft to suck, unlike apples. You can sit in the back while I drive and sucking and eat mangoes. I know that you like sucking mangoes rather than apples, which are very hard to chew.”

Priya was referring to her Mom’s breasts as mangoes and hers as apples. I knew she was wild. But I never thought she would talk in riddles like this in front of her mother. I countered her back and said, “Last night I ate apples raw. I would like it if the apples were dipped in honey.”

I was talking about her abundant pussy juice, which she dripped while I sucked her last night. She knew what I was talking about. I saw her pulling her jeans zipper down, sliding the panties aside to expose her bottom lip. She took a piece of apple, rubbed it over her pussy lips, coating it with her juices.

Taking it out, she offered it to me and said,” Taste it. If you like it, I can give some more as I have lots of honey.”

Taking the apple piece from her hand, eating it, I said, “Wow, it’s yummy. I will dip it myself in the honey pot, as I like honey very much, and you know it.” I was indicating that I will dip the apple piece in her pussy myself.

“Be my guest, as I have plenty of honey stored from last night,” said Priya, winked at me.

In the rearview mirror, I saw a car coming fast behind us and was trying to overtake my car from the left side. I was worried, thinking that if the car passengers turned and looked at our car, they might see Priya’s breast popping out.

Stretching my left hand towards Priya’s bosom, holding her T-shirt top, I tried to pull it up to cover her breast.

But Priya pulled my hand up to her breast and said, “Oh, you want the full apple, Rajesh. I will give it, but not now. You can eat both the apples at night when we go back.”

I signalled to her to see the car that was trying to overtake us now. She saw the car and pulled the T-shirt up and covered the exposed breast in a hurry. “Take the piece and dip it in the honey properly,” she said, giving me an apple piece.

Stretching the panties to one side, she displayed her pussy, which was dripping heavily. Taking the piece, I dipped it inside her lips, rotated it so that her juices stuck to it and ate it. It tasted different as her cum aroma was strong.

Knowing that Priya was horny, to tease her, I pulled my cock from the elastic waistband of my shorts. Holding my cock and waving it, I said,” If you give me a full apple, I will give you a banana, Didi.”

“No, save it for Mom. I will take it in the evening, Rajesh,” Priya said, staring at my throbbing cock.

“What is that apple and banana that you are both talking about?” Mamata Aunty asked from the backseat.

I quickly inserted my cock inside my shorts and said,” Nothing, Aunty. I have brought bananas and Didi has brought apples to eat while travelling. We are about to reach Srirangapatna. Another 10 minutes, Aunty.”

We came to the sangam of the Kaveri River and finished the rituals. To immerse my Dad’s ashes, I had to get into the river. I immersed the ashes and came back to the shore. Priya had already gone near the car, and Mamata Aunty was waiting for me.

She looked down at my shorts, which had made a bulge, and she frowned at me.

“Why is that THING sticking out obscenely again?” Mamata Aunty asked angrily.

“Sorry, Aunty,” I said and tried to cover it with my hand.

“Why does your THING keep getting hard like this? Come, let’s go to the car before anyone notices it,” said Mamata Aunty, holding my hand.

“What to do, Aunty? My cock gets erect whenever it sees you,” I said, trying to grope her breasts over the clothes.

Mamata Aunty angrily pushed my hand and said,” Behave, Rajesh. People are around us, and Priya is with us.”

Seeing her angry, I walked with her towards our car. But my right was on her fleshy buttocks, feeling them wriggling as she walked briskly. She glared at me, feeling my hand on her ass, but didn’t say anything. Sensing that as a green signal, I moved my fingers inside her ass crack.

I was trying to reach either of her holes through her saree, but was not able to. We reached the car and saw Priya sitting in the driver’s seat as we had planned earlier. Now it was time for me to seduce my Aunt and make her agree to have sex with me.

Mamata Aunty quickly got in the back seat of the car and behind the driver’s seat. I tried to open the front passenger door. Priya winked at me and said, “You must be tired from performing the rituals, Rajesh. Go and lie down in the back seat with Mom and sleep. We will be at our house before you wake up.”

I knew that Priya wanted me to seduce her Mom while she drove the car. Devil girl, I thought. I opened the back door and got inside beside. Mamata Aunty quickly tried to get out, saying, “Ok, I will come to the front. Chinnu can sleep comfortably in the back.”

“Arre, mummy. I have kept the Pooja items bag in the front seat. Let Rajesh lie down on your lap and sleep. Anyway, he is the son you never had,” Priya said, starting the car. She turned on the music system and kept the volume louder. I knew she wanted to give me privacy when I tried to talk and seduce her mother.

So, it was time for action with my sexy, busty Mamata Aunty. Bending, I placed my head on Mamata Aunt’s lap and slept on the seat on my back. I couldn’t stretch my legs fully. I had to fold them at my knees, and I placed my feet on the seat. I could feel Mamata Aunt’s warm thighs.

Her breasts were very close to my face. She stared down at my face, caressing my face, she said loudly,” Sleep, Chinnu.” Bending down, she whispered in my ear,” Don’t try to do anything stupid in front of my daughter.” I nodded and winked at her.

Mamata Aunty knew that I was up to something, looked worried and kept looking at her daughter, who was driving. Priya had closed all the windows, and the A/C was in full blast. Due to this, Mamata Aunt’s saree pallu was fluttering and exposing her blouse-clad big breasts.

Pushing the saree pallu to one side with my elbow, I exposed her blouse completely and cupped both her breasts with my hands. I pressed her breasts and kept looking at her face for her reaction. Mamata Aunty was shocked to say the least.

She tried to pull my hands away, but my grip on her breasts was very tight.

“What are you doing? Take off your hands,” She said in a low voice so that her daughter, who was driving, shouldn’t hear.

“I am hungry, Aunty,” I said.

“So, what. Shall I give apples to eat?” She whispered back.

“No, I want your mangoes. I want to suck and drink your mango juice,” I said, winking at her.

You should have seen the reaction on her face. Mamata Aunt’s face turned red with anger and fear. “Are you mad? Behave yourself, Chinnu. Priya is sitting in front of us. Moreover, I don’t have any mangoes,” Mamata Aunty whispered, bringing her face closer to mine.

I pointed at her breasts and said,” Why are you lying when you have such ripe mangoes, Aunty?”

Mamata Aunty blushed and said,” My mangoes are dried up. You won’t get any juice from them.”

“Then I will drink your honey from the pot. I know it’s always full. I didn’t taste it last night. Let me taste it now,” I said, pointing at her crotch over her saree.

“What. I told you earlier, nothing in front of Priya,” Mamata Aunty bending down whispered in my ears.

I looked up, saw her right breast was almost grazing my lips. I quickly took the tip of her blouse in my mouth and sucked her nipple through the blouse. Mamata Aunty leaned back to take my mouth away from her breast. But my mouth was firmly locked on the tip.

She looked helplessly at me, knowing that I was not going to relent, and sighed, accepting her defeat. “Ok, wait. Bad boy. Priya may notice the wet marks on the blouse. Let me…” Saying Mamata Aunty removed the bottom 3 hooks of the blouse. She lifted the right flap, exposing the white bra.

Placing her right fingers below the bra strap, she struggled to lift the bra cup. But she was not able, as the bra was too tight for her monster breasts. Inserting my fingers at the centre of the bra bottom. I pulled the bra upwards, and both her breasts popped out of the bra cup.

Mamata Aunty stared helplessly at me and quickly covered her breasts and my head with her saree pallu, trying to hide the incest romance going on between Aunt and nephew from her daughter’s eyes. I took the right breast nipple in my mouth and started to suck the thick, long nipple.

I was pressing the breast I was sucking with my left hand. My other hand moved to her free breast and started pumping it hard. I couldn’t see my Aunt’s reaction as my face was covered with her pallu, but I heard Priya asking,” Do you want to suck mangoes?”

The bitch knew that I was sucking her Mom’s breasts as I had expressed to her last night.

Taking my mouth off the nipple, I said,” No, I will eat both mangoes and apples in the evening. It’s cold, do you have a shawl or something to cover my legs, Didi?” As I wanted to move to the next level with her mother.

After a few seconds, Priya said,” Here, take it. I know that you love mangoes, but you will have to eat apples too when we go back, and I want that banana you promised me.” Priya was talking of giving her small breasts to suck. In return, I had to give her my cock.

Priya had thrown the shawl on my legs. I covered it on my legs and I said,” Sure, Didi. We will have a feast tonight with apples, mangoes and bananas.”

Latching onto Mamata Aunt’s breast, I started to suck. Down, my cock was hard and was struggling inside my shorts. I took my right hand down and pulled out my cock. Now was the time to get a hand-job from Mamata Aunty while she was sitting behind her daughter.

I held her left hand and brought it close to my exposed cock. I heard her gasp when her fingers touched my naked cock. She knew what I wanted from her and stared at me with wide eyes. She was hesitating to hold my cock and was trying to pull her hand away. She knew the repetition of the last night’s incident would happen, which happened on the terrace, but this time with her daughter sitting in front of us.

Frustrated, I moved the pallu from my face, looking in her eyes, I said,” I am not able to control anymore. Jerk me and give me relief like you did last night, Aunty.”

Mamata Aunty was stunned by my tone, which was like a command, not a request, like last night. “I will do whatever you ask, but after reaching home, Chinnu. Please understand, Priya is in front of us, and what will she think if she sees us like this?”

Mamata Aunty whispered about the fear of getting caught by her daughter.

“Didi doesn’t have eyes in the back to see us. Don’t create a scene and do as I say,” I ordered her boldly. Seeing tears swelling in her eyes, I said calmly,” Please help me, Aunty.”

Maybe Mamata Aunty saw the same old Chinnu in me as I pleaded with her. She gripped my cock voluntarily and began to move her hand up and down on my cock. If Priya turned back, she could see the tent on the shawl and her Mom’s hand moving on my cock.

Releasing that the train was on the right track, I got down to business. I knew that Aunty wouldn’t stop jerking me till I reached an orgasm. I took her nipple and started to suck on it. I always dreamt of sucking milk from a lactating woman, but that was yet to be fulfilled.

My left hand was moving all over her tummy, back and front, feeling her warm, fleshy skin. The right-hand forefinger was trying to find her navel as she had tied the saree above the navel. I tried to pull the saree down, hoping to reach her navel. After a few seconds, her deep navel appeared.

I switched to the left nipple, as I wanted access to her navel. Sucking another nipple, I dipped my finger in her navel and swirled it all around. Mamata Aunty gasped and tugged my cock harder. My naïve Aunty had thought that I would be happy with breast sucking and hand-job.

But I was getting ready to give a shock of her life as I wanted her to beg me to fuck once we reach home. My hand, which was on her navel, moved down inside her saree and petticoat, and my fingers grazed her pubic hairs. I wondered why she doesn’t trim her hair and wear panties.

Releasing that my fingers were dangerously close to her sacred hole, Mamata Aunty moved the pallu away from my face. She stared and pleaded with me,” No, not now, Chinnu. I am doing all you asked for. Don’t let my daughter catch us in a compromising situation. I beg you.”

Poor Aunty, she didn’t know that her daughter was watching us from the rearview mirror, and it was her plan. Pushing my fingers down till they touched her pussy lips, I said,” Lift your saree. Let me lie and feel your naked thighs, Aunty.”

“No, I can’t do that,” She replied sternly.

“Ok, as you please,” I said and dipped my fingers inside her wet slit. I was not surprised, as I knew how much of a horny lady she was. I pushed one finger inside her and tried to finger fuck her in that sleeping position.

“Stop…please stop,” said Mamata Aunty, lifting her saree to her knees using her free right hand. Her left hand was still holding my cock. Releasing that I had to lift my head for her to pull the saree completely up. I raised my head.

Mamata Aunty, watching her daughter’s head, pulled the saree and petticoat up till the midriff, exposing her fleshy thighs. I rested my head back on her naked thighs and looked at the junction of her thighs.

Aunty had started to move her hand up and down on my cock again, thinking I would start sucking her breasts again. I got a wicked idea. I had tasted her daughter’s pussy last night and wanted to taste the mother’s now.

Lifting the bundle of saree and petticoat, which were bundled at her tummy, I exposed and saw her hairy pussy for the first time. Last night I had only touched it in the darkness of the night. But I could only see the top pubic hairs, and her pussy was hidden between her fleshy thighs.

Moving my head to her left thigh, I pushed the other thigh away, making room for myself between her thighs, and her pussy came into view clearly. Not wasting a second, I dipped my face between her thighs, and my lips tried to reach her pussy lips.

Mamata Aunty hurriedly tried to push my face away from her mound. But I nuzzled my face, forcefully pushing her thighs wide. Stretching my tongue, I tried to lick her wherever my tongue could reach. Mamata Aunty had gripped my hair tightly, trying to avoid my tongue on her sacred part.

But when my tongue touched the bottom of her pussy slit, I knew it touched her honey pot. I started lapping at her love hole, tasting her juices, which were dripping abundantly. My left hand was on top of her pussy, locating her clit. I held it between my fingers and started to lick her pussy like a sex crazed man.

That was it, and all hell broke loose. I had broken my Aunt’s final barrier, and I knew she couldn’t refuse or control me anymore. Mamata Aunt’s hand, now started pushing it towards her mound, directly urging me to lick and suck her. Her big mangoes were swaying over my head like twin pendulums.

I ignored them as I didn’t want them right now. My tongue sucks her pussy lips, swallowing her juices as they drip out. I wanted her to beg me and surrender herself like a submissive slut once we reach home. I wanted to take both mother and daughter to the same bed.

“Ahh,” Mamata Aunty shrieked loudly, and I knew she was having her orgasm. When I was busy slurping Mamata Aunt’s cum from her burning hot pussy, I heard Priya asking,” What happened. Are you ok, mummy?”

Taking my lips out, I said,” Nothing, Didi. I am sucking honey. You drive carefully.” I said, deliberately letting her know that I was sucking her mother’s pussy and tasting her juices.

The bitch knew that I had hit the target, but she was asking her Mom why. Did she want to embarrass her mother when she was in such a high state of arousal? When Mamata Aunty didn’t speak, I latched on to my Aunt’s pussy, leaving her to deal with her daughter.

I licked and sucked all of Aunt’s cum from her dripping pussy. But I was curious to know what she was going to answer her daughter.

Mamata Aunty took a few seconds to answer her daughter. “Nothing, Priya. Chinnu bit my breast, thinking that I was his Mom. You drive properly, seeing the road.”

“What. Was he sucking your breast?” Priya asked with a mock tone.

“No, he was sleeping with his mouth open and accidentally his mouth touched my breast, and he suddenly closed and bit me. That’s all,” Mamata Aunty said, trying to cover up.

“I thought I only had the authority to suck your breasts and not anyone. I want to suck your breasts too, mummy,” Priya said, laughing.

“What. Are you out of your mind? You are going to be a mother, and you have to feed your baby when you have one. Why this crazy idea to suck mine?” Mamata Aunty said angrily.

“I am always your baby mummy. I only have the right to your breasts and not anyone,” Priya said.

“Chinnu is also like a son to me, and he has lost both his parents. Stop talking and drive carefully, Priya,” Mamata Aunty said.

“We are almost near the home, Mummy,” Priya said and spoke again, and it was to me, “Wake up, Bro. I want the banana you promised to give me. I know that you are not yet MF.”

MF meant Mother Fucker. She was teasing me that I didn’t fuck her mother in the car as I had boasted last night with her.

“Chinnu, wake up. We are almost home,” Mamata Aunty said, pulling my face away from her crotch, reminding me to get up and sit properly.

I got off Mamata Aunt’s warm thighs. She quickly took her hand off my cock and pushed her saree and petticoat down her legs to hide her modesty. She struggled to pull her bra cups down to cover her breasts. Holding the bottom of the bra, I pulled it down like I had lifted it before.

She looked relaxed and hooked up her blouse, covering her bosom with the pallu, and sat properly in a perfect, ladylike position. My cock was still out of my shorts, and I wanted Priya to see it in the rearview mirror. When I saw her watching in the mirror, I gave a few jerks and shoved it inside the shorts.

Priya smiled at me in the mirror and winked at me. I was awaiting the next action. Mother or daughter first. I was in a dilemma, as both were ready for me. Maybe I could take both mother and daughter in a threesome, I thought.

The story continues in the next part. Readers can email me at [email protected] with their views and suggestions. Interested female readers are welcome to have a dirty chat with me.