Misc. Erotica Mother, Sister, Daughter, Wife

NEW and IMPROVED version. Continuing the story as I fuck all the women in Arun's life. This is all fiction. It contains depictions of inter-generational sex and masturbation and depictions are pretty graphic. You should look elsewhere if you want a slow build up. All characters are above eighteen years of age.

Arun and Shilpa left the next day. But I could not get the girl out of my mind. She was like a

breath of fresh air. So young and willing and giving! I had forgotten that I could still go after girls and women far younger than me, and she reminded me that age was just a number. I hoped fervently that she'd get her summer training nearby and we could get together again.

I fantasized about Shilpa when I had sex with my wife, who was surprised at my new interest and vigor during our fuck sessions. Needless to say, I masturbated a number of times with Shilpa's panties as well. I started looking and ogling at younger girls wherever I went - in the shopping mall, at the beach, in my office, during my jogs in the evening. I had even talked a few of the new female trainees at my office into having lunch with me, as a prelude to taking them out to dinner, and to see what would then develop. Things were looking promising with a couple of them who would not have been much older than Shilpa. They seemed willing to play along. Girls these days were far more outgoing and broad-minded.

But just like that, I realized one fine day that I hadn't thought about Shilpa in a while. She had been replaced by that cute bespectacled, fair, North-Indian assistant in the office. Or was it the girl in tight leggings that had started jogging in the park around the same time in the evening as I did? Regardless, as days went by, I found myself thinking less and less about Shilpa. And even less about Arun.

Over dinner one evening I told my wife that I had to go to our Northern Regional office for a week for some work. I'd have to fly to Delhi and then take a local train or car to the office a couple of hours from there.

She said, looking up, "Oh really! That's nice. You should go meet Arun."

"Arun? Why?" I asked, absentmindedly.

"Why?? You are asking why? He's your friend, that's why, and he is in Delhi. You should pay him a visit."

I mumbled, "Yeah, OK. Maybe I will. Let's see."

"No. You should go. For your information, he has been ill for the past few weeks and the doctors have told him to get bed rest for about another month, so he is at home now."

"What? Ok.. ok... I will go visit him then. How do you know all this stuff?" I asked her.

"Madhu and I are in a chat group. So is Shilpa," my wife said matter-of-factly.

Madhu and Shilpa! Wow!

I played dumb, and prayed my excitement did not show, "Uh huh. Is Shilpa.. Is she with them at home..?"

"No, she is in the hostel. She comes over during the weekends to visit, sometimes."

I could think of nothing else after dinner. My cock was stiff and throbbing in my pants. How long ago did I fuck Shilpa, in this very house? Eight, nine months?

I held her head as she knelt in front of me. Her shiny, smooth, silken hair sliding through my fingers as she sucked on my cock, her head going up and down the length of my thick, veiny dick. Her mouth felt so cool on my hot cock. She pulled her head away and grasped my thick member with her fist and licked the glistening purple head all around. He tongue darted into the hole at the head, then down and under the head to my most sensitive part of my dick.

"Ooooh..," a gasp escaped my lips as the sensation of pleasure spread from my cock to the rest of my body.

She giggled and then swallowed my whole cock till I could feel the back of her throat with the head of my dick.

I pulled her up and turned her and lay her down on the bed face down, with her ass high up in the air. I parted her heavy, tight ass cheeks and directed my throbbing dick into her asshole and pushed hard.

"Wait!" I told myself, recalling some detail. Or did I forget something? Did I not ejaculate in her mouth? I knew I came in her mouth, but was it before or after we fucked? Did we have anal sex?

"Damn! Doesn't matter. I fucked her. And she also swallowed my cum. That's the important thing!"

And her mother! Madhu! Fuck! Will I get to see her? I was her first fling, so to speak. I was the first to kiss her, squeeze her tits, suck her nipples, lick her pussy, drink her cunt juices! Mine was her first cock. We did not fuck, but she gave fantastic handjobs. She was a horny girl, if ever there was one. Oh! Those mutual masturbatory sessions. Her fingers flying in and out of her hole, rubbing furiously at her clit, her eyes bulging and gawking as my cum spewed out of my cock.

"Damn, Ramu! How does a big thing like that get into this small hole?" Madhu asked, incredulously, as she stared at my thick, smelly, veiny dick. I was stroking it slowly, the purple head glistening and the foreskin all bunched up under the head. Her right hand was on her crotch and she was rubbing her clit, and she had her left hand on her nose, taking in the smell of her own cunt.

"You know how. Have you not seen the videos I gave you?" I said.

"Yes, Yes. But it is unbelievable!"

She noticed me staring at her pussy. She removed her hand and spread her legs to give me a better view, and reached out to grab my cock. Then , once in a comfortable position, she proceeded to stroke my cock. "Oh! Fuck Ramu. so big and hard. I love the smell!"

"Madhu, why don't you put it in your mouth? I understand you want to be a virgin, and give your virginity to the guy you marry. But why not give me a blowjob? Come on, I do it to you. I love the taste and smell of you down there. Come on, please? Just for a bit." I pleaded.

"No. No. And no, Ramu. I know all the boys like it and I have seen pictures and DVDs of blowjobs. It seems nice, your thing smells great. But no."

"What if your husband wants you to suck him? What if he asks you to do it on your first night?"

"Then I will do it with him."

"Fuck!" I screamed softly, and put my head between her legs. She had recently removed some of her cunt hair and her vagina was just a thin line, her outer lips covered everything else. She was creaming beautifully, and some cream oozed between her lips. I put my tongue and lapped the juices and opened her outer lips and sucked on her clit. I went at it for about three minutes when I realized she was going to climax. As her orgasm hit, she shook and shuddered like a car running on a dirt road. She grabbed my head and held it in place and lifted and slammed her crotch forcefully, and repeatedly into my mouth, grunting with each thrust, "Uhn. uhn, Uhn....". The smell and taste of cunt juices and piss and hair were intoxicating. As she finished and fell back on to the cold floor, I raised myself and straddled her belly and proceeded to jerk off on her.

She tried to move away, "What? No! Ramu no, don't finish on......, " was all she could say before I lost control. Cum shot out of my cock, and I knew I shouldn't let it fall on her face, so I held my cock down and directed my streams on her belly.

"Aiyoo, chee..what are you .. what did you do.. No..no.. it is dirty.. Aiyoh, why...," she cried out.

"Come on, Madhu. This is nothing," I said as I clambered off her. I took my T-shirt and wiped my cum from her belly. "Don't tell me you don't like to see me do it. I came a lot!"

"Yes, but not ON me. I am not a whore. Only sluts do it. You are a dirty asshole. You sonofabitch!"

That night before bed, I slipped into the storage room in my house secretly and opened my treasure. I had them all well organized and cataloged. I realized that there were only a couple of new pairs of panties in my collection since Shilpa's. Who the new ones belonged to slipped my mind, as I was focussed on Shilpa's panties. Then I dug a bit deeper and sought out one of Madhu's panties. Boy! How long ago was that from? I did not care! It was Madhu's. A bright red pair, and coincidentally, the same color as Shilpa's. I took them out carefully and examined them.

The storage room was dark, stuffy, airless and hot. My wife rarely ventured in here. And I had locked the door from inside so there was no danger of her walking in on me. I undid my pants and pulled out my turgid member. And I proceeded to wrap Shilpa's panties on my cock and stroke it. I replaced her panties with her mother's, careful with the old material. I did not finish. I went to the edge and came back - multiple times. The smell of cunt juices on the panties was faint, but that was enough for me. To think that these were pressed against Madhu's and Shipa's cunts was enough to drive me insane.

Later that night, I fucked my wife more forcefully and vigorously than I had in the last few months.

"Oh Ramu!" she gasped, as she opened her legs even wider to accommodate my thrusts. "So nice! Fuck! What's got into you? Are you taking drugs? Ah... Ah... Ah... fuck, fuck... put you hands there... there...no .. on .. my... clit.. Yes...aiyoo aiyooo...."

Little did she know that I was fucking Madhu and Shilpa in my mind.

Oh yes! I will go visit Arun in Delhi. I will visit him and fuck his wife and daughter.

"Yes, Yes, Yes! Fuck!" I groaned and gasped as I struggled on top of the woman I was fucking.

Madhu! You did not let me fuck you all those years ago! That's alright. Let's fuck now. Let me put my cock in all your holes. I will show you once again how I cum. The very last time we saw each other was, what, twenty five years ago? You sucked my dick and I came in your mouth. I will do it again! And again! And again!! Uhn.Uhn..Uhn....

I wasn't about to finish. I had a long way to go. I had to first fuck Shipa as well.

"Wait! Wait! Don't move," I screamed softly at my wife as she gasped and panted under me.

"Ok ok ok.. Take your time. Fuck me..fuck me.. Ramu..yes..yes!!"

After a while, I rose on my elbows and resumed fucking my wife. She held my biceps and raised her knees, and I put my hands under them and doubled her up and proceeded to thrash her.

Shipa! I wanted to fuck you in the ass the last time, but you wouldn't let me. This time I will not fail. I will own that beautiful ass of yours. I will push my dick past your hairy asshole and pummel you until I cum in your ass, you fucking, horny, girl. I will make you lick my asshole. Ah!!

"Yes! Yes. Ok, I am going to finish," I gasped.

My cock was sliding effortlessly and smoothly in and out of Madhu's cunt. Shipa's cool, thick tongue was lapping at the entrance to my asshole!"

At the very last moment I pulled out of my wife's cunt and fisted my cock. She got up on her elbows to see me. And both of us stared at my fist as it raced rapidly up and down the length of my cock.

I let out a soft, primal scream as I ejaculated on her belly. I continued stroking till the last, weak stream fell on her cunt hairs. She then moved her head forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked it till the very last drop entered her mouth. Fuck!!

A week later I was in a cab driving to Arun's house. My wife had arranged it so I would stay in their house for a night and then go to my work the next day. My excitement and apprehension mounted as I neared Arun's apartment building. Would Madhu be there? What would it be like to meet her after twenty five years? And Shilpa? How will she react? What would we do? Damn!

But I was not ready for what was in store for me. Arun was in real bad shape. He had put on more weight and was walking with the help of a cane as he opened the door. He was panting and breathing with a lot of difficulty.

"Hey, Arun! What happened to you? How are you?" I said, in shock as I stepped into the apartment.

"Hey, nothing da Ramu," He said, gasping slightly. "It's diabetes. Affected my bones and stuff. I think my knees are getting weaker by the day. And I got a cold that doesn't seem to go away. Been like that for a week."

He walked me to his living room and I lay down my bags. He said, "Enough about me. How are you? You are in good shape, as usual. You look about ten years younger than me!"

I looked around, and then he said, "Oh! I forgot. Madhu had to go to her mom's place urgently. She left last night. Won't be back for a few days."

I was disappointed, to say the least. There goes my chance, I said to myself.

"I know, I know," Ramu said. "You came here all the way and cannot meet Madhu. Maybe next time, if there is one. Oh, by the way, Shilpa will be coming over. I told her you'd be staying the night. She'll pick up some dinner for us. Did I mention she has a new boyfriend?l."

Oh, Ok, I told myself, at least I'll be able to meet Shilpa!

But imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw Shilpa, and her boyfriend! The sonofabitch was here with her!

"Oh Hello, uncle!!" she jumped into my arms and hugged me and kissed me on my cheek. Then she turned to her boyfriend and introduced us.

Was it just me or was she really trying hard not to make eye contact with me. Throughout the evening, she avoided me. Did not talk to me, or respond properly to my questions and the like. Was it because her boyfriend was here? Did she not remember our session at my house? Did she regret it? Was it just a flash in the pan and she was now over it? Did she think I would have expectations for this evening and night? (Of course, I had expectations. I expected to fuck her. Fuck her in her cunt and ass, what else?).

But she remained aloof throughout the evening and through dinner. She even refused my help in setting the table.

After dinner, Shilpa and Mahesh, her boyfriend, went to her room. I sat with Arun while he got read for bed and chatted about old times. I got caught up in memories and stories and I kind of forgot about Shilpa for a while.

A little later, surprise, surprise! Mahesh came into the room and said he had to leave as his office had called in with a technical emergency. I spent another half hour with Arun and then walked to my room to retire for the night. As I passed Shipa's room, I had a half mind to knock on her door, but I thought the better of it.

The possibilities of why Shilpa avoided me was playing in my mind as I dozed off. I was tired from the flight earlier in the day.

Sometime in the very early morning hour, when it was still very dark outside, and all was quiet with no one walking, no traffic on the roads, and even the birds quiet on the trees, I heard a squeak from my door. I was a light sleeper and I immediately awoke. Shilpa made her way to my bed. I raised my head, looking at her. She proceeded to undress. She only has a slip on, and she raised the hem and pulled it off of her. She was completely naked underneath. I made room for her and she lay down next to me.

She placed her palms on my face and reached up and kissed me, open mouth. Wordlessly, she reached down under the covers and held my penis in her hand. I was limp, but with a few seconds, I was hardening.

"Oh, uncle," she whispered, and pulled off the covers and bent and took my cock in her mouth. Fuck! I almost jumped out of my skin. Her mouth was cool on my warming cock. I held her head steady, and pumped up into her mouth.

Her ass was near my face, and I placed a hand on her smooth, round, thick ass cheek. I ran my hand on her ass crack. I ran it down and located her asshole and inserted my finger in it. She mumbled, "Mmmmmmmm, mmmmm," and moved her ass away from me. But I did not let go, Held her ass and squeezed. Fuck, so young, so thick, so willing!!

I then grabbed her and plonked her on the bed. I put my hand on her crotch and cupped her cunt. She had let her hair grow there and my fingers ran over the thick, black, wiry curls. She shuddered and gasped as I found her hole and inserted my finger in it. She was sloppy wet and As I pistoned my fingers in and out, the juices flowed readily and easily and made her crotch hairs wet.

Then I raised myself and readied to fuck her. She grabbed my cock and directed it into her cunt. And she gasped as we made contact, and she held onto me tightly as I moved in and out of her.

"Oh, uncle. God! It's so good. Fuck me..Fuck me.."

I took it slow. I put my hand on her clit and my mouth on her nipple. I sucked her tit. I rubbed her clit. I fucked her cunt. My thrusts were slow, long and hard. It was glorious to fuck such a young human being. She was so willing and giving. Wow!

She held onto my biceps as I fucked her, and looked right into my eyes. I increased my pace. And she groaned and gasped as I fell on her repeatedly. Her body shook as we made contact. I rammed her mercilessly, thoughtlessly as my lust increased from my loins. She was panting, sweat poring out of her. She held on to me fiercely as I plunged repeatedly into her. I was enjoying this. Enjoying this a lot. She was grunting and I realized I was also mumbling something like, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, cunt, cunt, cunt!" She responded by, "Yes, yes, yes, uncle, do it..fuck me!"

During one of our breaks, I had a feeling she wanted to say something, so I asked, "What's it, Shilpa? You OK? Yeah?"

"Yes, yes," she whispered. "I .. am... ok... but...uncle..I....."

"What? What Shilpa?" I stopped and looked at her.

"Aieee, ahhhh.. remember..when we did ..," she gasped. "You wanted to..we..tried to...you know... doing it from....from the back.?... Do you...is it ok...will you? Do you want to?"

"Shilpa, I ... yes... I will .. if you are.. Ok..."

"Yes, yes, uncle.. I always.. I yes..," she hissed.

"But Shilpa," I smiled at her. "You have to ask once more.. Clearly!"

"What? What do you want me to say?"

"Ask what you want me to do, that's all I am asking."

"Ok," she giggled.

"Now," I said.

"OK. Uncle Ramu.. Ramu uncle..please fuck me .. in ..my... ass.. Will you please?"

I laughed softly, and I turned her around. I put a pillow under her and she straddled it.

I lubricated my cock, and her asshole. She helped me as well, by spreading her ass cheeks.

"Shilpa, it's going to hurt a bit. You OK?"

"Yes, yes, uncle. Please be slow. Now, slow!"

So I fucked her in the ass. It hurt her. A Lot. It was her first time. It hurt me also, a little, though it was not my first time. She groaned and moaned. She was in tears almost, as I took a long, a very long time, fucking her with my cock in her ass. It was so tight, her young virginal asshole being so plundered by my thick member. I could feel the hair around her asshole tickling my penis. Our bodies made squelching sounds as my belly slammed into her ass cheeks. I took it slow. I took a lot of breaks. I lead her along. She reached back and spread her cheeks to make it easier for us.

And when I wanted to ejaculate, I stopped and bent down to her ear. I had no shame. I had no fear. I knew what I wanted.

I whispered, "Shilpa, I want to come. I want to come in your mouth. Like last time!"

"What? Oh.. ok..yes, uncle," she answered back.

I cleaned my dick as best as I could and we assumed the classic blowjob position. I crouched so my cock could reach her mouth as she knelt and took my cock in her mouth.

I face-fucked her, rapidly pulling and pushing my dick in and out of her mouth. And then when I was about to come, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and I fisted and stroked it. The day was getting a little brighter, and I could see her waiting, open mouth as she looked at my hand flying over the length of her shaft.

I gave her fair warning when I was about to come. "Ahh, Shilpa.. Here it is..ahh.. Ahhhh!"

My cum spurted out of my cock and landed first on her chin. She jerked back in shock, but I had my cock in my hand and I directed my next spurts towards her mouth, as I steadied her head with my other hand. I emptied my balls into her mouth. And she took it without complaining. She looked at me and when she realized I was finished, she closed her mouth and swallowed my jism.

I picked her up by her armpits, and kissed her lips and hugged her. "Oh, Shilpa, it was awesome. Thank you so much. Once again.!"

"Oh, uncle. Come on..," she blushed, I was sure of it.

We lay back on the bed, and cuddled for a long time.

"So," I started, after a while. "How's the new boyfriend?"

She looked up and said, "He's oookaaayyy," dragging the last syllable.

"Just Ok?"

"You know," she tried to explain. "He's good, better than the one I told you about earlier."

Suddenly, I felt very old. I had a feeling she was comparing me to her new boyfriend. And I guess she saw my face, and tried to make up to me.

"Oh, uncle! You were fantastic! It's just that, you know, he....he is.. It's different with him, you know? "

"I know, I know," I said. "Guy's a young stud. I can't compete with him. I am happy for you!"

"Oh uncle, you are great. But its different with Mahesh. His body, his actions, what he does.. All so different from you. I don't think it's a long term thing with him. I want to know more guys," She looked at me, tilting her head. "I just wish whoever I am with when I get older can cope like you do. I was so happy that you were coming. I.. I.. wanted .. I mean, us to be together. But Mahesh decided to come along at the last minute. I was just relieved when he left."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "I keep thinking about you a lot. I wanted to .. to .. see you again, if you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know," She giggled, and wrapped her hand around my chest and played her fingers on my nipples and hair. "I am so glad we could do it. I used to think about it a lot.. What we did at your house."

"Me too," I repeated. And then we were quiet for a while.

She was thinking about something, and then she broke the silence, "Just imagine, dad's as old as you and I don't think, you know, he... he and mummy, like.... I know they don't have much of a sex life. I mean, they don't have a sex life. I know. I can see it, feel it with mummy."

"Hey," I said. "Let's not go there. What do we know?"

"Uncle, before we moved to this new apartment, when we were in the old one until a few years ago, I think they were happy, you know, they... they must have had...had.... I know for sure!"

"What? How? I mean, what do you mean by you know for sure?" I asked, lifting my head.

"I saw them..them....doing it....oh what the hell!.. I saw mom and dad have sex! Many times!"

"What!" I jumped and sat upright. "Oh my! How? Did they see you?"

She shook her head, and told me her story.

As I peeked in, I saw mom and dad on the bed. Dad had his boxers and armless vest on. Mom had her petticoat and blouse on. I was surprised as I expected her to be wearing her gown. As I looked in, she rose from the bed, and put her hand behind her, beneath her blouse and unhooked her bra, and pulled it out of her blouse through the arms. She lay back down and unbuttoned a couple of buttons holding the flaps of her blouse. Then as I stared in amazement, she pulled up her petticoat, put her hands on her waist and in one fluid motion, pulled down her panties and tossed them away.

Dad was looking at her all the way. And as he settled down on the bed next to her, she undid the belt that was holding her petticoat in place, and loosened it around her waist.

Dad leaned in and kissed mom on the cheek, and then her mouth. She opened her mouth and dad put his tongue inside it. His hands were working too. He put his hand on her belly, and pressed down and pushed it under her petticoat and I could see it going down, down, down to her crotch. I could sense that he had cupped her crotch as she responded by spreading her thighs apart. Dad's hand was moving rapidly on mom's crotch. Mom, meanwhile reached up and unbuttoned her blouse completely.

Her glorious boobs were in full view. I was glad of her big tits, as I had inherited them as well. I could feel my tits tightening and a wetness start at my cunt and spread down my thighs.

Dad now cupped one of mom's tits and squeezed, and he sucked on the other. He alternated from one tit to another and also rubbing her cunt under her petticoat.

I was not sure why mom did not remove her petticoat completely. But my train of thought was broken as I saw dad move and remove his boxers. And I could see his erect cock! It was huge, long and black, with a purple head. I had not seen a real life cock, having only seen some in porn. I almost came in my panties. The wetness in my crotch had now become a small trickle as the liquid seeped down my legs.

Mom immediately reached out and grabbed and fisted it. Dad looked down at his penis as mom jerked him. I could clearly see the purple head appearing and disappearing with mom's fist. I could make out dad's balls swinging under his cock. Fucking hell! Cock and balls, real life ones, in front of me.Fuck it, if it was my dad's. So what!

Then, of all the amazing things, dad moved quickly and straddled mom's chest, placing his knees on either side of mom's torso. Then he proceeded to slap his thick, black, pnis on mom's tits. Then, in a quick move he pushed forward and offered his member to mom's face.

Mom opened her mouth and took dad's cock in! Dad raised his body and slid his cock in and out of mom's mouth. His huge balls were swinging up and down and slamming her chin. I could clearly see mom cupping dad's balls.

God almighty! I was watching my parents have oral sex! Fuck! I realized I had my hand inside my panties, and I was rotating my fingers on my clit. I was about to come.

Dad pulled out of her mouth after just a few thrusts, and immediately crawled down and mom raised her petticoat up above her waist and spread her thighs. I was looking right at my mom's exposed crotch! It was hairy, but from where I was I could clearly see the dark line of her cunt. Her cunt was more hairy than mine!! When she moved to accommodate dad, I could see her dark, very dark asshole as well!

Fuck!! I was doubled over, I was rubbing my clit, rotating hard and trying to put my fingers in my cunt. My juices were flowing over my fingers. I had my panties down to my knees as I crouched and fucked myself with both my hands.

Dad raised himself and supported himself on his palms on either side of mom. She reached down and held dad's penis and directed him into her hole. I was watching my parents have sex! Two real-life persons having sex, cock in cunt, sex. Not just a movie. Fuck!!

Dad flopped down on mom. And after a brief moment, he started fucking her. He raised his hairy ass and dropped it on mommy. I could very clearly see his thick member entering her hole, his balls dangling. Mom's body shook and trembled with each of dad's thrusts. I could see their mouths moving. I guess they were grunting and groaning, as in the numerous porn movies I had seen. Dad put his hands under mom's shoulders,and used it as leverage and rammed into her. Mom writhed under him, moving her head tis way and that, she spread her thighs more to allow dad to fuck her harder.

Dad's motion in and out of mom adopted a nice rhythm. He slammed hard into her, waited for a second or two, then pulled out of her and slammed into her again. This went on for about three minutes. I expected the session to go on longer, but suddenly dad's pace increased. He slammed harder with each thrust and his ass was a blur as it pistoned in and out rapidly. I had seen cum spurting from guys' cocks in movies, so I was sure dad was going to ejaculate in mom, his semen ejecting from his cock into mom's belly.

But dad suddenly stopped. He pulled out of mom. I could see the juices flowing from her cunt onto the bed. But ina flash, dad was at mom's face. And as I gaped, she opened her mouth, and it seemed they had done this many times before. Dad thrust his cock into mom's waiting mouth, straddled her face, and proceeded to thrust in and out. After just a few seconds, he became absolutely still and raised himself on his toes. His ass contracted and his balls swayed and he jerked a few times. Then he pulled his cock out of mom's mouth and rolled off other and flopped on the bed. But my attention was fixed on mom. As dad's cock pulled out, she closed her mouth and I could see her swallow what was in her mouth!! She wiped the corners pf her mouth with her hand and wiped her hands on the sheets.

Fuck me sideways!! I had just seen my dad face-fuck mom and come in her mouth. And she swallowed!!

I came right then and there. I pressed a fist to my mouth, stifling the scream that was coming out of me, as I had my orgasm. It was nothing like I had ever experienced in my masturbation ever before. I fought hard to not fall over, as the force of my climax rocked my whole body. It took a long time for me to stop shaking.

All of us were still for a long time. Dad and mom lay panting and gasping on the bed. I was leaning on the wall, supporting myself, smelling my own cunt juices from my hands. Heaven!!

But then I was struck by the brevity of the session. I was given to think that fucking went on for a long time, the men and women, creaming and grunting, interminably until the man ejaculated. But dad and mom fucked for maybe max five minutes. What was going on? Is this how it was in real life? Wow! What a let down! My own jerk-off session lasted more than thirty minutes!

After about five minutes, dad got up and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the bed, on the far side of the room. He would be in there for a while, taking his morning bath and the rest, getting ready for work.

I was about to turn away and go back to my room. I had the images of my parent's having sex, every microsecond of it, burned into my memory. I would recall this in its entirety later and have many jerk off sessions. But from the corner of my eye I caught a movement on the bed and I turned to see what it was.

Mom stood up and opened the door to the big almirah (wardrobe) that was next to the bed on the near side of the room. It was a huge one, and the door was very wide. If you opened the door and stood inside, it hid you completely. The bathroom was on the other side of the bed. So were the windows. So if dad was to come out of the bathroom suddenly, or if anyone was peeking through the windows, they would not be able to see mummy as the door blocked her from view.

She quickly put her head out and peeked at the bathroom door. The sound of the water running in the bathroom was very clear. Satisfied, she edge back into the protective cover of the door . She pulled up her petticoat and bunched it up above her waist and held it there with one hand. And with the other she masturbated. I was seeing my mom using her hands to satisfy herself sexually. I was correct. The brief session of sex she had with dad was not satisfying to her. I could clearly see that. She was fucking herself, like I did watching them!!

She licked her fingers, she slathered them with her spit, and put her fingers flat between her thighs, on her crotch. She threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation her fingers were giving her. I then sensed her moving rhythmically. She was thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was rotating her hand on her crotch. She definitely was rubbing her clit as well.

Her hand was moving rapidly, faster and faster. She alternated between rubbing her clit and inserting her fingers into her cunt. She stopped, looked down, and let go of her petticoat. She grabbed the string that held her petticoat loosely around her waist and pulled it, she further loosened it around her and the dropped it on the floor and stepped out of it.

My mother was completely naked! I could see her amazing ass. So tight and round and shiny. Her ass crack was a thin dark line that split her ass into two gorgeous lobes.

She put one hand out and placed it on the inside of the wardrobe for support, and with the other proceeded to fuck her self furiously. Then she took the other hand as well and placed it on her crotch, and now she was rubbing her clit and inserting her fingers into her cunt simultaneously. She crouched and thrust her crotch forward as she beat herself with her fingers. She hands were a blur.

Suddenly she stopped for a few seconds and then lurched forward, and jerked a few times. She threw her head back, and I could see her mouth curling into a scream. Then she again reached into the wardrobe with one hand for support, and then jerked a few more times. Her ass cheeks jiggled as waved of orgasmic pleasure swept over her.

When it was done, she took her fingers from her crotch and brought her hand to her face. I could see from where I was that her fingers were completely covered with her cunt juices. Then, as I had expected, she put them to her nose and smelled them.

I knew the smell. Hadn't I jerked off hundreds of times, and each time had I not wanted to smell my fingers and my cunt juices? They were heavenly, delicious and intoxicating. My mother kept her fingers on her nose and inhaled for a long time.

Then, with a start she realized (and so did I) that the sound of water running in the bathroom had ceased. She hurriedly pulled up her petticoat, and flopped on the bed. As my father opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom, my mother was sitting up on the bed and putting on her bra and blouse. I had a clear view of her glorious tits. Dad had no idea that mom had just rubbed one out.

"Whew!" I said. "Wow, Shilpa, you shouldn't have..what can I say!"

"Oh uncle! I know. I did a bad thing. But I was young. I was curious. I wanted to know how they.. If they.. You know, fucked!"

"What!"

"Oh, uncle," she tried to explain. "I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. It was so easy to .. to .. to peek. They did not suspect anything. Mummy did not.. Even when she was alone at home!"

"What do you mean, even when she was alone..."

"Oh. I knew mummy was not satisfied with... with....with what went on in their bedroom. I also saw her using a vibrator. Many times. I knew where she kept it, and I also took a look one day. She has so many varieties of stuff, even I don't have so many!! She still uses them, you know, to, to..."

"Fuck!" I screamed softly. "What! Why..why are you telling me all this? Why now?"

"Sorry, uncle. I.. I... had to get it off my chest. I have not told anybody. You are the first..."

"Ok..Ok.. enough.. No more.."

We were quiet for a while. I let her story sink in. And as I reimagined it in my head, I felt my cock rising. Madhu and I had many jerking-off sessions together, all those years ago. So she continued in the same vein even after all these years!

Now I had an aching erection and I did not want Shilpa to see that all this talk of her mother and sex excited me. Luckily, we heard a few soft coughs coming from her dad's bedroom. We looked at each other, and I said, "We better go see how he is."

"Yes, yes," she said and jumped off of the bed. She reached for her clothes and stepped into her panties. Then she stopped and looked at me with a sly smile. She took off her panties and turned them inside out and she wiped her crotch area and cunt clean with the gusset ares, all the time looking at me as I followed the actions of her hand. Then she took it to her nose and inhaled, and with a short laugh she tossed it on my chest. I grabbed it and inhaled the glorious scent of her cunt. Then she went out.

We spent the rest of the morning taking care of Arun. I made breakfast and then Shilpa left for the day. I made some small talk with Arun and took leave as I had to catch a local train to my client's office.

Arun said, "Hey, Ramu. Why don't you come back here before you go home? Plan on spending a night, Madhu will be back by the weekend. Would be like old times, yeah?"

"Good idea, Arun," I said. "Yeah, like good old days! I'll plan on it."

I spent the week at my client's. I wouldn't say it was uneventful, as there were a couple of interesting meetings (more about that later). I put the matter of Madhu and Arun out of my mind, but as I got closer to the weekend I was filled with apprehension and doubt. Should I go meet Madhu? What would she be like after all these years? Arun never said anything about her when I was at his house. What was the 'personal' thing that had her leave the house knowing fully well I had planned my visit? Did she deliberately avoid me? Was she bothered with the memories of what she and I did when we were young? I changed my mind multiple times, to go or not?

But then, during one of my nightly chats with my wife she said she had spoken with Madhu and she, Madhu, mentioned that it was unfortunate that she had missed meeting me, but it was OK now since I may be coming over this weekend. This put my mind at rest and I finally decided to spend a few hours at Arun's house on Friday, and then catch the early afternoon flight back to my hometown.

"Hi, Ramu!!" Madhu exclaimed, as she opened the door. I stepped into their house and Arun was standing there beaming. I said, "Hi Arun," and turned to Madhu as she gave me a little hug. And we went into their living room.

If Madhu remembered our days from the past or had any regrets or plans or questions for me, it did not show. She acted normal as we sat talking about the old days we three had together. My wife had kept her updated on what was going on in my life so I was the one who had all the questions for them. We spent about thirty minutes chit-chatting like this.

And when Arun got up to use the bathroom, she went to help him. And then with Arun safely in the bathroom, she turned towards me and we locked eyes. Her whole demeanor changed, her eyes became soft and I could sense a little bit of shyness in her. She looked at me, came close and touched my hand, and whispered, "Oh Ramu..Twenty Five years!! It has taken so long for us to meet. How are you? Really?"

"I...I... am alright, you know...I manage.."

"Do you think about me....us?"

I did not answer. Then she herself said, "Oh I think about those days, all the time. Always! Those were the best days of my life, Ramu!!"

They had already decided that I would do the cooking for dinner that night. Madhu said, "Hey Ramu, I hope you have not forgotten your cooking skills. We want to see if you still have it. Arun's mom was always raving about it." And we laughed.

So there we were, three old friends, in the kitchen. They helped me as I cooked, and we talked a bit more. I could sense that Madhu was itching to say something or ask me about something. We made repeated eye contact, each time holding our eyes longer than the previous time. But we were conscious of Arun in the room.

Later on, after we had set the table and started our dinner, I remembered something and got two package out of my bag. "Hey, here," I said. "I forgot. Just a little gift, for the good times!" I gave Arun the latest version of a swiss army knife I picked up at the airport, and for Madhu, a snowglobe of the Himalayas with the important mountains highlighted.

"Oh! You still remember!" Madhu exclaimed.

"Yes. yes. You collect them still, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, thanks Ramu."

Then she asked, "How about you Ramu. Did you also not have a hobby. You were collecting some stuff too right? I remember...," And she looked up at me and I could see a hint of naughtiness in her smile.

"Oh," Arun said. "Must be some rare pictures of cricketers or sportsmen. You're still crazy about sports, Ramu?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, still crazy as hell." Then I looked at Madhu, and said, pointedly, "Yes, I still am collecting. Haven't stopped."

She continued, "Yeah? So, when was the last time you added something to your collection?"​