Incest/Taboo Son, Brother, Soldier

Another mom-son story. This time mixed with brother-sister incest as well. Detailed descriptions of sex between all participants are depicted. Readers are warned to look elsewhere if they are offended by such stories and actions. Also included is a lot of voyeurism and panty fetish. This story is meant to be read by persons and not by machines.

Legend​

Raja patrolled the thick, dense jungle along the fuzzy border between the two countries. There was no clear demarcation, sometimes just a mud path, other times a winding stream of river, or a line of trees. The people from the neighboring country were encroaching and settling into land that was not theirs and were very well supported by armed insurgents. The timber and sandalwood and other minerals in the forest was too tempting.

Raja was part of a force whose responsibility was to stop the insurgents and push the illegal occupants back to their country. But his force was thinly manned and a single soldier had to patrol and cover a lot of ground. Raja's shift usually went beyond ten or twelve hours.

They should see me now, Raja said to himself, as he thought of his family and friends and others back home. It was, what, six years now since he ran away from home? He did not want to think about it too much.

He came to know somehow what people said was the reason he ran away from home.

He was a failure.

Not good at studies unlike his younger sister.

He was a coward.

Didn't want to take responsibility for his family.

Didn't want to take over his father's business.

If only they knew the real reason!

He sighed and rested his rifle against a tree and sat down. The years in the army had made a man out of him. He had been well built, but the army had put its stamp on him. He was more muscular, looked taller, and carried himself confidently. He was a captain now. If only they could see me now, he said to himself again.

Suddenly, Raja saw movement from the corner of his eye. He sat up, alert and ready, and took a hold of his rifle. He peered between the leaves of the thick trees and was surprised to see someone moving about ten meters from him. Not one, but two. Not men in army fatigues, but two women wearing colourful clothes, and chatting softly. The area he covered today was new so he had not seen anyone else before. He waited and followed the two women, careful not to give his position away, always about ten or twenty meters behind them.

The women reached a bend of a fast flowing stream, and crossed it and stopped. They were right opposite to Raja and he had a good view of them. There were two women, similar in looks - mother and daughter most likely. They were here to take bath in the stream for sure. The water flowed down from a few feet above where they had stopped and formed a small, natural waterfall, ideal for washing and bathing.

Raja's heart beat faster as he realized what the women were going to do next.

The younger of the two - the daughter - was wearing a blouse and a long skirt. The mother wore the usual sari. The daughter unbuttoned her blouse quickly and raised it above her head and removed it from her body.

Her tits! Two half-moon mounds of firm flesh, with just small, dark nipples at their center, like points. Her areola had not yet developed. He could see her clearly from where he was. The girl's breasts jiggled ever so slightly as she moved. She cupped some water in her hands and splashed her chest and rubbed her tits and squeezed them.

Meanwhile, the mother was undressing too. She had exposed her breasts as well. Fuck! Raja gaped at the huge, round, motherly breasts as they jutted out of her chest. She was not very old, and her tits showed no signs of sagging. Just solid mounds of flesh. Dark nipples and large areola. She too splashed water and squeezed her tits.

The mother removed her sari and undid her petticoat and pulled it up to and knotted it above her tits. She was a mature mountain woman. Raja noticed her firm, almost muscular arms. And as the water swirled around, her clothes stuck to her body and he could make out her wide hips and large, thick thighs, and big, round ass-cheeks.

The daughter undid her long skirt and pulled it off. She was completely naked! Half in and half out of the water. Raja gaped at her figure. Fantastic! Wide chest taping to a narrow waist and then gently curving to wide hips. He could not see her thighs but imagined them to be thick and full like her mother's.

Raja was too shocked to move. He gaped open mouth at the voyeuristic opportunity presented to him. Two bathing beauties, right in front of him, unaware of his presence. Raja had a painful erection forming in his pants. When was the last time he had seen a woman? Naked no less. When had he last fucked a woman? Had his dick in her cunt, mouth and ass? It was at least three months since the time of their visit to the small town at the foothills. He had a vague sense of the girl or women he shared with his mates. Fuck! Look at this, he said to himself under his breath. Nothing compared to what he was watching now.

The women seemed to be in a hurry, though, and Raja wondered why. They soaped and watered themselves quickly. Raja watched, patiently. But by then, he had unbuttoned his pants and had his thick, distended, veiny cock in his hands and was jerking off. Oh, how pleasurable it was. Stroking his cock and listening to their chatter and laughter, and ogling their nakedness.

The rising sun beat down upon them and they turned to face it. The light reflected off the bubbles of water on their bodies and they sparkled.

The girl walked out of the water to sit on a dry rock. Raja had an unobstructed view of her whole naked body. He gulped as he looked at her behind. Fantastic, smooth, muscled, firm buttocks, with a dark line of her crack. Her ass cheeks were a little darker than the rest of her legs, with the dark coloration prominent where they met her thighs. She sat down facing Raja, unaware of him. She spread her legs and Raja saw her pussy area and the sparse growth of hair there. He almost ejaculated

Then the mother rose out of the water and removed the last bit of cloth that covered her. She too was totally naked. Raja saw the beauty of her behind. Unblemished ass cheeks, dark asscrack, huge thighs. Then she turned. His eyes took her in from head to toe. Massive, globular tits. Slightly bulging belly. Wide fleshy (not too fleshy) hips. Thick, heavy thighs. And best of all, the triangular forest between her thighs. So dense and heavy, unlike her young daughter.

The two women sat on the dry rock and soaked in the sun and let the natural heat dry their bodies for a while. Raja stroked his penis throughout, watching them as they opened and closed their thighs, their pubic area and triangle playing hide and seek with him. He could smell the aroma of sex and precum from his dick as it throbbed in his hand.

They spread oil on their bodies, rubbing it in with firm gentle strokes, cupping their tits and squeezing them playfully. When they were done, they rose and stood together. Raja groaned, helplessly. Two naked female bodies in all their oily, shining, gleaming glory. Just for him. He stroked himself to orgasm. One, two, three. And cum rocketed out of his cock. He did not look down but felt the pleasure hit him in waves as he imagined plunging his cock into each of the women's cunts and mouth.

The women finished their work in a hurry and bundled their clothes hastily. Raja followed them silently. If there were women, there definitely were men, he figured. No one in their right minds would leave such women unguarded.

Raja's army training kicked in. He became suspicious and true enough, the two women approached and stopped at an area and looked around, as if to see if anyone was watching. The house, and the door to it, was so well camouflaged that Raja did not notice it at first. Only when the mother pushed open the door did Raja make out the ramshackle mud and thatch dwelling. He noted the coordinates in his small notebook.

That night he reported 'Situation All Normal'. He was the captain, so he re-assigned himself to the same area, and no one questioned him or found it unusual. He did not want anyone else to see the women. They were his. At least for now. He would go back to that area the next day to scope it out more thoroughly.

Raja could not take his mind off the women he had seen. He lay on his cot and palmed his thick, engorged cock and stroked it. He edged for a long time.

But at the back of his mind there were other images, other situations that he had buried deep and did not want to think about. He was helpless and those old flashbacks came rushing to the forefront, and try as he might, they were in front and center. Thrust there by what he saw that morning.

It was the reason why he was where he was now. In this thick, almost uninhabited forest, in a god forsaken land, but land that was nevertheless coveted by two countries and still important enough to fight and kill over it.

It was a hot summer some years ago....

The brutal heat wave of the previous weeks was suddenly and abruptly broken by a windstorm followed by heavy rains. The satellite dish that was installed on the terrace of their small two story house in the small town where they lived was bent and broken. And when the weather returned to normal one afternoon, Raja climbed up to the terrace to repair it.

He hummed a song to himself as he went about fixing the antenna. The next few days were holidays before his college started again and he was feeling free. He looked forward to meeting his pals in the evening. He was distracted and suddenly an important part (he did not remember what that was) fell down from his grasp and rolled away. It got wedged behind the plastic water tank they had installed.

Raja had to squeeze himself between the tank and the short wall to go around and grab the part. He went around, got the part and straightened himself. And he froze. He looked down from where he was. A part of the corrugated sheet that covered the room below had blown off and he had a view through the wooden beams of what was in the room as the sunlight beat directly into it.

It was the room where they bathed!

It did not take more than a second for him to realize what was happening down below. His amma was taking a bath! Who else could it be? Who else had that big, mature woman's body. So fair and thick and fleshy. She had her back to him and was rubbing the soap into her long, black hair that fell to her back. She was completely naked! Raja was rooted to the spot as he looked at his amma. Her massive ass cheeks, smooth and round. Her fleshy hips and big thighs. She turned slightly and he saw her huge, round tits, and dark nipples, and her bulging belly. She rapidly spread soap all over her body, on her boobs and belly. Then she raised one of her legs and placed them on a slab and soaped her thick, heavy thighs one by one. Then Raja's eyes landed on his amma's crotch. So hairy, almost like a forest! She cupped that area and spread soap, up and down, up and down. After a while, she watered the soap away from her body.

When Raja was sure she was almost done, he saw her do something that absolutely stunned him stone cold.

He caught his breath as he realized what amma was doing. She was turned slightly away from him. She supported herself with one hand on the wall. And placed one leg on the slab and spread her thighs. And then placed her other hand at her crotch. Raja was absolutely sure! Amma's hand moved up and down at her crotch. Then the unmistaken movement in and out. No! Not amma, no! He had heard about and watched porn on female masturbation, of course. But..but this was his amma! What did she have to pleasure herself? But the questions were for later. Right then, Raja was mesmerized by his amma's actions. She had her head thrown lightly back, and was pistoning her hands in and out of the hairy jungle at her crotch. Faster and faster, until she suddenly became stiff for a few seconds and then bent over. She pressed both her hands now to her belly for another few seconds and then straightened. She raised her hands to her nose! She was smelling her own juices! Just like Raja did after jerking off. Oh the smell of sex and cum! Amma was enjoying this too! Just as suddenly, Amma moved away from Raja's view.

Raja squeezed back out of that position and walked back to the stairwell. But he had a painful, hard, throbbing erection in his pants. He pulled down his shorts and saw his thick dick had oozed some precum on to his underwear. He grabbed a hold of his cock and started jerking off to the images he had just witnessed. His first real life naked woman - his amma! He stroked slowly and long, he replayed the images. Amma' ass cheeks and crack, her hairy pussy, her big breasts - oh how he wanted to kiss and suck and lick all of them. Then finally his amma masturbated just like he was doing now. In the middle of the day, no less. Cumming by using her own hands and fingers. He pictured her, doubled over in pain and pleasure.

He was almost ready to go over the edge, to ejaculate then and there, when he heard something that made him stop.

Someone else was now in the bathroom! He heard that person chatting from inside and his amma responding from outside. Without hesitation, Raja turned and went back to the water tank and squeezed back into position and looked down. He already knew what he would be seeing there, knew who was in the bathroom then, and was ready to bathe.

Renu - his little sister!

He called her 'little' but she was just about a year younger than him.

Renu was getting ready to take her clothes off. She wore a T-shirt and salwar. And as he looked on, she took them off in a flash. Black bra holding small, firm, soft tennis ball sized tits, pushed up and with a deep cleavage. Pink cotton panties, with dark red piping. She reached back and unhooked her bra and Raja saw the top of her soft tits. They were so firm! Only slightly juggling as she moved this way and that. She cupped her tits and squeezed them absent-mindedly. As she bent down to pick something up, her pink panties stretched tightly over her ass cheeks. And when she straightened, the panties formed a dark line at the space between her cheeks. Raja still had his cock out and now it throbbed and jerked up and down in the air and oozed a bit of precum and it fell to the ground next to his feet. Then Renu inserted her thumbs inside her panties and pushed them down. As she bent down to remove them from around her feet, Raja squinted at her ass from behind and was rewarded with a clear view between her thighs and the dark forest there. Her pubic hair was sparse but her skin around that triangle area was dark.

Raja grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly and painfully. The thought that it was his sister he was voyeuring did not even enter his mind. It was so pleasurable just to see another naked female body.

Renu bathed leisurely and slowly. Amma was rough on her body, rubbing hard and fast. But Renu took it slow. She almost savored and enjoyed her body. She patted her parts slowly and carefully and softly. Her body glistened as the rays of the sun fell on her. She cupped her pussy and gently caressed it as she soaped it and rinsed it.

Raja was flabbergasted. What she did next was identical to what her mother (his amma) did! She started masturbating. Unlike amma, Renu took it slow. She gently caressed her pussy - Raja saw her hands moving up and down, then slightly in and out. She crouched, bending her knees as she pumped with both hands and when she reached her climax, she supported herself with a hand against the wall and she shook for a few seconds. Raja waited as she wiped herself and put in new clothes. Her new bra was still a black one, but the panty she put in was light green with dark green piping.

Raja moved silently back to the stairwell once again. He jerked off, coming almost within half a minute. His mind raced back to amma and Renu as they reached their own climax. Boy, how wonderful it was. Three members of the family, jerking off at the same time! Raja wondered what was going through his amma's and Renu's minds.

That was his initiation to the world of voyeurism. He had seen a lot of porn, like any other boy of his age, but most of those involved foreign girls and women. He had watched a few badly made porn involving Indian women. But he had not imagined his amma and Renu naked and masturbating and satisfying their sexual hunger in such a manner.

He continued his voyeuristic activity throughout the summer. His amma and Renu became objects of his desire. He spied on them whenever the opportunity came his way. Watching them without their knowledge led to him imagining having sex with them. Sucking their tits, licking them all over, front and back, cunt and asshole, having them suck his cock and balls. He ogled them in the house when their backs were turned. There was no end to his fantasies.

He became obsessed to an extent that these occupied his mind all the time. He imagined what they were wearing under their clothes, what they do when they were alone in their bedrooms. He stole their panties and bras that they had left for the washing and masturbated using them. He almost swooned every time he put them to his nose. What heaven! To inhale the scent of a female body, the cunt juices with a hint of piss, the gusset of their used panties hard and crusted. Sometimes the panties were new, especially Renu's and those drove him wilder still. He became an expert voyeur.He became a panty pervert.

As a result, his studies were affected. He went from a 'good' student to a 'failed' student within a semester at college. His parents and friends were worried. What could have caused such a downward spiral in such a good boy? No one knew what had happened.

It happened on a normal, sunny Sunday afternoon towards the end of his semester.

Raja was talking on the phone to one of his friends when he realized that his amma had gone to take her bath. He could not cut the call in time as something important was being discussed. By the time Raja sneaked up to the terrace, he realized his amma may have finished her bath. He was right. Raja peaked into the bathroom, and yes, his amma was performing a ritual she did almost every time he spied her. She was jerking off!! Fuck! It was one O'clock on a summer's afternoon and his amma was pleasuring herself! This was one of those times when she had turned her body towards him and he saw her crouching, with her knees bent and rubbing her clit with her fingers and inserting them occasionally into her cunt (Raja had long ago come to know the different parts of a woman's sexual parts).

Something must have alerted her, Raja could not be certain.

Amma opened her eyes and looked up without stopping the motion of her hands on her crotch.. It took her a few seconds, while still rubbing her cunt, to realize that someone was watching her through the gap in the roof. Raja froze. Their eyes met. His eyes went wide in terror and surprise. At the same instant his amma realized it was her son! Raja was spying on her! Raja had seen her naked, bathing, and..and..using her hands to please herself!!

She shrieked in fear and shame and disgust and helplessness. Raja disappeared in the next instant.

Raja was filled with shame and regret. He ran out of the house and took a long, long walk. He tried to understand and to plan what could be done next. He would have to eventually go back home. His amma would confront him, but what could she do? He was a mature adult, and so was she. But he had seen something that he shouldn't have. Raja was sure that his amma would know that he had spied on his sister as well. What the fuck should he do? Run away? Confess to his amma? Repent and say sorry he won't do something like that ever again? What?

He returned very, very late to his house. Fortunately, no one asked where he had gone. The next morning he left very early to go to college. He was able to avoid his amma for two days, but how much longer could he do it? Would amma be able to handle a conversation of this nature with him?

His appa had to leave home the next day for business and in the evening Renu went to see a film with her friends, leaving Raja and his amma at home. There was no escaping this time.

He was sitting up in bed, nervous and anxious if amma would come talk to him. His was not exactly a room. It was more of an alcove that could fit a cot and a desk, with a window ro let in the light and air. It didn't even have a door, just a screen made of old bed sheets to offer some privacy.

His amma came and sat next to him. Raja was surprised. She did not look nervous or embarrassed to be there, knowing fully well the topic of the conversation. Her face was a little flushed and she did not look at him. He too looked down and away. They were quiet for a while. The only noise was that of the boys playing cricket outside and some street sounds.

"Raja, " She whispered. "What you did.. Can you.. I.. can you forget what you..? I know you think it is.. it is bad what you did! You shouldn't spy on people. I am you amma, for god's sake! And she is your sister! Why did you do that? You are..you have a very dirty mind. You.. you..have to stop.. Forget what you saw...!!!"

Her voice was still normal and quiet. Raja did not understand why she was not upset or angry at him for spying on her during the most private of her moments.

Then she added, softly. "Aiyoh, what a sin you have done. No one does that.. It is dirty and bad and sinful.. It is a crime in the face of god..how could you...."

Raja spoke the first thing that came to his mind, "Why, amma, why.. You..you are married..you and appa should be..why do you have to..to...."

"Aiyoh! Don't..don't say another word" his amma hissed. "Don't talk about that..what I do.. What we do or don't do is not of your concern. You will understand when you grow older."

She continued, in a quiet voice, "You know, I am your amma. I know how..what bad things you do.. I try to protect you..people are saying bad things about your studies.. Now I understand why. You have a dirty mind. Can't focus on studies. You want to look at your amma and sister..see them without their clothes.. That is sick..you are sick..!"

"I know what you have in that bag.." She pointed to a rucksack Raja had on the bottom shelf.

She rose to pick it up, and opened the string that was holding it closed and dumped the contents on the bed. "See," She said, and Raj could sense the disgust in her voice. "Your little sister's underwear...panties.. Girl panties..dirty..you you dirty rascal..I know what you do with these..If you can, so can others...!"

Then she sighed, "Oh, Raja. What happened to you? Who made you like this? What will it take for you to go back to normal!"

Raja was too stunned to talk back.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. But incredibly, unbelievably, his body responded to his amma's presence and her words and actions. He started getting an erection! His dick reached its full potential in the minute it took amma to finish talking. It was poking like a tent pole. It was straining against the front of Raja's shorts. Raja mumbled something.

Amma turned and lifted her eyes towards Raja to see what he was blabbering about. It took her only a couple of seconds to realize what was wrong and her mother's instinct told her to look down. She was stupefied! She gaped at Raja's cock, thick and erect inside his shorts, straining to get out.

"What! Raja, what is this...why?" She rose suddenly, and turned to leave. But she turned back to Raja when he made a soft moan.

Raja looked helplessly at his erect cock inside his shorts. Amma stared at it too, open mouthed. His penis throbbed and jerked and slowly a wetness spread. Raja gasped in horror. He had ejaculated!!!

"Aiyoh, Raja! Look at yourself! Ah, my helpless son. What can we do!!" She turned and quietly walked away.

Raja was too confused. He could not think clearly. Wasn't amma supposed to be angry with what he did, like spying on her and Renu?? But why was she not upset? Why was she not shouting at him in anger?

With appa being away, the three of them had a quiet, early dinner. Renu, being tired, decided to go to sleep. Raja was still too confused, and went back to his room, while Amma stayed up to watch the local news.

Raja was soon asleep. But woke up when he sensed someone else in the room. He opened his eyes and was surprised to find his amma standing next to his bed.

"Amma, wha...," he started to say but amma quickly sat on the bed next to him and whispered harshly, "Shhhhh, shhhhh, my son!"

"Come, son, quietly..don't make a sound...," Then she proceeded to take his hand and led him to her room, walking slowly without making a sound. The whole house was eerily quiet.

There was light coming in from the street lamp into the room. There was enough light for Raja to see that amma was still in her sari. He was disoriented and confused. But his amma was in control. She sat on the bed and motioned him to sit.

Raja was wearing only his shorts, as usual. Amma placed her hands on him and moved it all over his back, his arms, shoulders, chest and abs. She mumbled and whispered, appreciating his body, "Oh, Raja, my son. So nice, handsome and fit. Look at you!"

Raja was confused. This was his amma. Why was she doing this? But his body had a totally different idea. He realised a painful erection forming in his shorts. He groaned, and her palm reached his crotch and felt his thick dick. She sighed, "Oh, Raja. Aiyoh, what are you doing.. What are you thinking of doing to your amma?!"

Amma stood up and he heard the rustle of her clothes. Within a couple of seconds she had taken off her sari. She pulled a sheet from the bed and spread it quickly on the floor and she lay down on it. Raja heard her fumbling with the nada of her petticoat. She undid that and Raja saw her pull it above her waist. She parted her legs and grabbed Raja's hands and pressed them to her crotch.
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