Sex and Family – Part 7 (Priya caught redhanded by her hubby)

Please read the earlier parts.

Last night, after having sex with Mamata Aunty and Priya on the same bed, I slept like a log. Hugging both mother’s and daughter’s naked bodies. I woke up when the sunrays fell on my face. I looked around. Mamata Aunty was not present.

But her daughter Priya was sleeping beside me, naked, resting her head on my chest. I saw her right hand holding my cock. It was trying to satisfy two horny ladies in the night. The room was smelling of sex, and I felt like taking a bath. I nudged Priya to wake her, but she was in a deep sleep.

Then the bedroom door opened. Mamata Aunty came in wearing a saree, looking fresh as she had already taken a bath.

“It’s already 9 am. Wake up, Priya, Rajesh,” Mamata Aunty said.

She came near the bed and pulled Priya’s hand, which was holding my cock. Priya fell on the bed, spreading her legs wide in an obscene way, showing off her cum filled pussy. Mamata Aunty, keeping her hand on her daughter’s breast, tried to wake her up.

Priya opened her eyes, saw her mom’s hand on her breast and said, “Why are you holding my tits? Do you want to suck it, Mummy?”

“Chee, behave yourself and get up. Look how Rajesh has filled you. Go and take a bath,” Mamata Aunty said, growling.

Priya sat on the bed, pulled her mother’s pallu down and cupping her big breasts, she said, “Why don’t you lick your son’s cum and clean me up. I would have sucked you if you hadn’t taken a bath. Rajesh filled you twice in the night, and I only once.”

“Naughty girl, you made me do dirty things last night with Rajesh. Anil called 3 times on your mobile, and I said you were sleeping. Get up, call him before taking a bath. It must be something urgent,” Mamata Aunty said and walked out of the room.

Priya, looking at my sleeping cock, said, “Your little brother is exhausted from satisfying mother and daughter. Come, let’s bathe together. I will rejuvenate, and you can have my pussy for breakfast.”

Who doesn’t want to fuck such a hot girl in the morning, I thought. I got up and we both went inside the bathroom naked, eager to clean ourselves before making love again. I switched on the geyser, and Priya handed me the toothbrush and paste.

We both brushed our teeth, she turned on the shower, and we both stood under it. It felt good when hot water fell on our bodies. Priya was rubbing her crotch, cleaning my cum from her pussy. Her breasts were jiggling as her hand moved, and I saw love bites on her soft breast flesh.

After cleaning thoroughly her cunt, she took the soap, applied it to her body and later mine. When her hand came to my crotch, my cock stirred and woke up.

Applying soap to my cock, Priya said, “Doesn’t it get tired. Last night you filled me once and my mom twice, and your cock is roaring again. I can have my breakfast fuck in front of my mother and make her jealous.”

I was dead tired from satisfying two horny ladies for 2 nights. I had already forgotten that my dad had passed away 2 days ago. I allowed Priya to bathe me, and we came out of the bathroom. Wiping my body with a towel, I put on shorts. I was searching for a T-shirt.

I saw Priya coming out shivering. I gave her my towel. She took it and said, “Why are you covering your cock? There is nobody else apart from Mom and me. My clothes are in Mom’s room.” Saying she wrapped the towel across her bosom, covering her breasts.

The bottom of the towel was barely hiding her pussy mound. She pulled my shorts down, jerked my cock a few times. The bloody thing got hard in her soft hand. Priya encircled her hands around my neck and jumped on me. She wrapped her legs across my back like a monkey baby clinging to its mother.

“What is this, Priya?” I asked her.

“I want breakfast fuck before having breakfast, idiot. Push your cock inside me and carry me,” Priya said.

Seeing me staying idle as our faces were very close to each other. She took her right hand back, tried to stuff my cockhead inside her, but couldn’t do so. Not wanting to antagonise her, I placed both my hands under her ass and pushed my cock in her, and it went inside her smoothly.

Priya, giggling like a little girl, hugged me tightly, crushing her firm breasts on my chest. She beamed like a girl who had just got a toffee and gave me a peck on my lips.

“That’s like a good boy, my brother. Now carry me and serve me breakfast fuck on the dining table,” Priya said, urging me. I walked out of the room carrying Priya with my cock stuffed inside her pussy. When I passed the living room and came to the dining hall, I stopped.

I was frightened seeing 2 people sitting on the dining chairs. One was Priya’s husband, Anil, and another was Nafisa, Priya’s co-sister (Anil’s elder brother Raman’s wife). I was about to drop Priya, but she was holding me tightly. I saw Mamata Aunty coming out of the kitchen with coffee cups in her hand.

She too was shocked seeing me naked, carrying her half-naked daughter. Anil and Nafisa, too, were shocked seeing us in a compromising situation. No words were spoken for a few seconds, and the hall was dead silent.

“My pussy is hungry and needs breakfast fuck. Please fuck me, darling bro,” Priya said, not aware of her husband’s presence and the worst situation awaiting us.

Her husband, Anil, came forward and shouted, “What are you doing with your brother Bitch?”

Hearing her husband’s voice, Priya turned, seeing Anil standing near us, her face turned white in shock. I was wondering how she was going to face this situation and tried to let her down. But she hugged me tightly, mustering courage, and she spoke in a loud tone.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see that Rajesh is fucking me, idiot? Bend down and see for yourself,” Priya said bravely without any guilt.

Everyone was shocked to hear Priya replying to her husband boldly in spite of being caught red-handed. Her husband, the fool, bending down, saw my cock inside his wife’s pussy. He tried to pull her down from me, but Priya didn’t budge and clung to me tightly.

“You fucking bitch. Don’t you have any shame to fuck your own brother like a slut,” Anil screamed at his wife.

“Correction. Rajesh is not my brother but my cousin,” Priya hissed angrily at her husband.

“Whatever, he is 5 or 6 years younger than you,” Anil shouted again.

“So, you wouldn’t have felt bad if I had fucked some elderly man, perhaps your brother or your late father,” Priya said calmly.

“Bitch, don’t talk about our family,” Anil hissed again.

By then, Mamata Aunty came toward us, holding her son-in-law’s hand. She said,” Anil, please calm down. The neighbours may hear us. Come, let’s talk and sort out peacefully.”

Anil was trying to take his hand off, he said, “Talk, my shit. Your daughter is fucking a boy right in front of your eyes, and couldn’t you have controlled her?”

“How can I, Anil. She is an adult and old enough to make her own decisions,” Mamata Aunty said sternly.

“Like whoring. Like mother, like daughter,” Anil said.

“If you had taken good care of my daughter, why would she have slept with Rajesh?” Mamata Aunty said angrily in defence of her daughter.

“I give her 25k every month for her expenses and provide what she desires. What more should I have done, Aunty?” Anil said sobering down.

“Money is not everything for a woman, Anil. She needs sex too, like food, which you are not giving her properly. That’s what she said to me,” Mamata Aunty is challenging her son-in-law directly.

“What. She has spoken about our sex life with you. I can’t believe,” Anil said, frowning.

“To whom will she express her feelings. I am the only person left for her. If you were MAN enough to satisfy my daughter, why would she have gone to Rajesh? Thank God that she didn’t sleep with other men. Rajesh is my boy, and I don’t feel anything wrong in what Priya is doing. If she finds satisfaction in him, let her. It’s her life,” Mamata Aunty said.

“Did she say that I am impotent? Send her to the room and I will show her how much of a ‘MAN’ I am, Aunty,” Anil said, challenging to prove his manliness.

“So you want to prove that you are a MAN. Ok, do it, right now,” Mamata Aunty said, challenging her son-in-law.

“WHAT?” Anil asked in disbelief.

“Yes, right here in front of us. Your sister-in-law and Rajesh will judge both of you and see who is correct,” Mamata Aunty said calmly.

Mamata Aunty and Anil were arguing. I saw Nafisa watching the argument with a kinky smile on her face. I knew she was enjoying every moment of it. I didn’t notice Priya kissing me and got down from my arms. Standing, she pulled the towel tightly over her breasts to cover her modesty.

I saw that Anil was in a fix and was wondering what to reply to his mother-in-law. I saw him removing his shirt. I saw Nafisa opening her mouth wide, seeing my 8-inch cock. It was still hard despite the ugly situation. Mamata Aunty gave me the kitchen towel to hide my erect cock, which was on her shoulder.

Anil, standing topless, started unbuckling his trousers. Pulling the zipper down, he said,” Ok, I will show you much of a man I am, but not to your daughter.”

“Then to whom, Anil?” Mamata Aunty asked, smiling.

“To you, Aunty,” Anil said, dropping his trousers and briefs down, exposing his flaccid cock, which was about 3 inches.

Mamata Aunty stopped smiling when her son-in-law challenged her. Priya was stunned by hearing her husband. Nafisa was trying to control her laughter, hearing her brother-in-law. Anil had turned the tables on Mamata Aunty by challenging her to prove his manliness with her.

No one spoke for a few seconds, and there was a pin-drop silence in the hall. Mamata Aunty stared down at Anil’s cock, which was flaccid, and then at his face. Clearing her throat, she said,” Hmm…ok… you want to prove that you are a MAN. To me. Let me see how much of a MAN you are.”

“Mom, what are you saying? Are you out of your mind? Stop this nonsense right now. Don’t try to cover my guilt by offering yourself to this man. He is not a man but a pervert,” Priya pleaded to her mother.

“It’s ok, don’t worry Priya. He has challenged me, and I won’t backtrack after what he said about you. Let him prove himself with me,” Mamata Aunty said reassuring her daughter.

Anil wriggled his legs from his trousers and briefs and looked at his mother-in-law. Mamata Aunty looked at Anil who was eager to take her. She held his hand and took him near the dining table. Turning at him, she asked,” Will you do it on the dining table or on the sofa, Anil?”

Anil shrugged and said,” Anything is fine by me.”

“Ok, dining table then,” said Mamata Aunty, getting on the table, keeping her buttocks on the edge of it. Her legs were dangling down.

Anil went and stood between her legs, staring at his mother-in-law, who was lying on the table and waiting nervously for his next move. With shaky hands, he lifted Mamata Aunt’s saree slowly. First came her legs and knees to our view.

“Hurry up, Anil. I have lots of work to do,” Mamata Aunty said, scolding Anil and turning towards us, she said,” Rajesh, you sit to my right and Nafisa to my left. Both of you watch Anil closely and tell me if he is doing it properly or not.”

Anil quickly pushed Mamata Aunt’s saree up to her hips, exposing her thighs and hairy pussy. Both the mother-in-law and son-in-law were nervously staring at each other. The show was about to start. I sat on her right chair and Nafisa sat opposite me. She was wearing a white kurta with matching leggings.

Priya sat beside me with anxiousness written all over her face. Holding her hand, I tried to calm her. Anil, holding his cock moved closer to the edge of the table between Mamata Aunt’s thighs to penetrate her. I was amused as his cock was still in a flaccid state.

“How can he penetrate Aunty with that limp dick?” I thought. Mamata Aunty voluntarily pushed her body down so that her son-in-law could have easy access to her cunt.

Anil opened her cunt lips with her left hand, and her right hand was jerking his cock to get it hard. I felt pity for the poor guy. Any man would have taken my hot Aunty by now and started pumping her.

“Why are you taking so long, Anil?” Mamata Aunty asked her son-in-law.

“Aunty, I am not yet hard,” Anil said in a defeated voice.

“My goodness. So what my daughter said is true. You are not a MAN,” Mamata Aunty hissed angrily.

“No, I can. But first I must get hard,” Anil said in defence.

“What will make that thing hard? Shall I show my breasts? Will that be ok?” Saying Mamata Aunty pushed the pallu aside. She opened the blouse hooks and exposed her breasts to her son-in-law.

Anil’s eyes popped out seeing Mamata Aunt’s big, spongy breasts floating all over her chest. Seeing him hesitating and just staring at her bosom, Mamata Aunty’s right hand went to his shoulder. She pulled him down so that his face was close to her breasts.

I was not surprised to see her nipples hard and erect, as I knew she was horny. His lips met her right nipple, and he lazily licked it. “Suck it, not just licking, idiot,” Mamata Aunty said angrily. I knew she was on overdrive and badly needed a cock in her.

“Aunty, will you hold me and help me. It’s not hard yet. Please,” Anil said meekly.

“My God. I have to get that thing hard. Rajesh, stand up and show him yours,” Mamata Aunty said, turning to me.

As Aunty ordered. I stood up and pulled the towel away, exposing my cock. It was still as hard as steel. Nafisa blushed seeing my cock jumping up and down. I saw Mamata Aunt’s right hand moving down and holding her son-in-law’s cock, she jerked it for a few seconds.

But it didn’t show any erection. Anil was lazily sucking her nipple while she jerked his cock furiously. This went on for a few minutes, and there was no improvement in Anil’s cock. I saw Mamata Aunty getting frustrated, and she was about to lose her temper.

I knew she was about to do something. As I expected, it happened.

“Priya, come and lie down beside me. Rajesh, you stand beside Anil and fuck Priya. At least Anil may get hard seeing his wife getting fucked,” Mamata Aunty said.

Priya quickly removed the towel, completely naked, she climbed onto the table and got laid beside her mother. She was eager to get fucked by me in front of her husband to prove that he was impotent. I looked at Anil, who had a sad face, seeing his wife ready to get fucked by me.

I went and stood beside Anil, and Priya brought her pussy closer and saw it was dripping heavily. I hesitated for few seconds as I was going to fuck my sister before her husband. I knew that all eyes were on me.

“Take out your hand, Aunty. I will help Anil and Rajesh. You and Priya just lie down and relax,” Nafisa spoke for the first time, getting of the chair.

Nafisa came and stood between me and Anil. Stretching both her hands, she took our cocks in each hand. Anil’s cock was in her right hand and mine in her left. She started jerking both of us simultaneously. Turning at her, I saw her smiling at me, and her tongue was prodding out between her lips.

Was it an invitation for a blowjob, I wondered. She was lazily jacking her co-brother’s cock, but was holding my cock at the base and was pointing it at her sister-in-law’s pussy hole. I saw her winking at me and indicating to me to go ahead and penetrate Priya.

I didn’t waste a second, pushed my cock, and it went in smoothly as she was well lubricated. I didn’t stop till I hit her bottom. Nafisa was still holding my cock with two fingers, which was not necessary.

“Amma! How many times should I tell you to enter me slowly, mother fucker?” Priya shouted with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Sorry, Didi,” I said, pulling out my cock a bit and then stabbing her again.

“Oh, yes, this is what I want. Hit and pound me. Show no mercy on me. You filled up Mom twice and me only once in the night. Fuck me and show my husband how to fuck a woman. Fill me up with your cum and give me a baby sister fucker mother fucker,” Priya howled like a bitch in heat.

Priya exposed our relationship to her husband and sister-in-law. I didn’t bother to see their reaction. I went hard on Priya and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. I came to my senses when I heard Mamata Aunty moaning loudly. Pressing my cock deep inside Priya, I turned towards Anil and Mamata Aunty.

Anil had pressed his crotch against Mamata Aunt’s. She was blushing as her son-in-law fucked her in slow strokes. He was sucking her nipple and humping her slowly, very slowly.

Priya stared at her mother and then at Nafisa. She was still standing beside me with one hand holding my cock at the base and another cupping my balls. “Didi, come and feed me,” Priya said to Nafisa, and I didn’t understand what she meant.

“No way. With Anil and your brother here, no way,” Nafisa said, refusing.

Then I remembered Priya saying that Nafisa was lactating. I stared at her bosom over her kurta and knew she had big melons. I wanted to suck her breasts and drink her milk. I hoped she might feed her milk, but lacked the courage to ask her. I fucked Priya slowly, wondering if she would oblige Priya’s request.

“Please, come na,” Priya pleaded to Nafisa.

“Why are you acting like a baby, Priya? Ok, I will, but you shouldn’t ask for anything else,” said Nafisa, going and standing near Priya’s head.

I was eager to see a woman’s lactating breasts. I was going to see due to Priya’s courtesy, and I knew she was doing it for me. I saw Priya pulling Nafisa’s kurta’s zipper down. I saw her white bra covering her enormous breasts. Priya was pawing at the bra eagerly.

Nafisa, looking at me, keeping her right-hand fingers under the left bra cup, slowly pulled it up. My eyes opened wide, seeing her milky white breast popping out of the bra cup. Areolas were very large and were light brownish with thick nipples projecting from the centre, and were very long.

Priya stared at me and mockingly licked the areola along with the nipple. Tiny drops of milk were formed at the nipple tip, which Priya licked eagerly.

“What are you doing? Do you want to lick?” Nafisa said, looking down at Priya.

“I was teasing Rajesh. Look how he is staring at your tits as though he is going to eat them. Will you feed him, too, Didi?” Priya said.

Nafisa glared at Priya and said,” I already said nothing more. You and your mom have trained him well, corrupting the boy. I can see bite marks on your and Aunt’s tits. I don’t know what he will do with mine if I allow him to suck. Now drink yourself first, and we will think about him later.”

Without arguing, Priya latched on to Nafisa’s left nipple and started to suck it like a baby. I knew Nafisa had abundant milk stored in her breasts, as milk was overflowing from the corners of Priya’s lips as she sucked.

I felt envy of her, gave a few lazy thrusts, pulled my cock out and watched Priya breastfeeding. Priya’s eyes turned towards me and gave me an angry look.

Taking the nipple out of her mouth, she asked,” Why did you stop fucking, idiot?”

Staring hungrily at Nafisa’s breast, I said,” This is not fair. I also want to drink milk.”

“See, this is what I was afraid of,” Nafisa said to Priya.

“Please feed him, Didi. He has expressed many times to drink milk while sucking my tits. Only once, I am requesting you,” Priya pleaded with her co-sister.

“If I allow him to suck my tits, what is the guarantee that he won’t ask for something else?” Nafisa asked.

“I assure you. My baby won’t ask for anything more. My daughter and I will take care of his other needs. We don’t have milk like you, or else we would have fed him eagerly,” Mamata Aunty said, and we turned towards her.

Anil was grunting heavily and struggling to fuck his mother-in-law. Her big breasts were swaying all over her chest.

“Ok, but he should stop at that,” Nafisa said and pulled the bra cup up to expose her other breast. I was on top of the moon seeing Nafisa agreeing to feed me. She saw Anil also staring at his elder brother’s wife’s milky tits. “What, devarji, do you also want to suck my milk?” Nafisa asked her brother-in-law.

“No, Bhabhi, I am not a baby like him,” Anil said, and resumed fucking his mother-in-law.

“Yeah, I know that you and your brother are not babies but act like one when asked to be men in bed,” Grumbling Nafisa, turning towards me, said, “Are you going to suck my tits or keep staring at them?”

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.