Incest/Taboo Watching My Loving Parents

After a 40-minute long jog around the neighbourhood and avoiding the temptation to play football, I came back home just before dusk. Outside my house, I took off my drenched t-shirt and stretched down for a few minutes before resting my bums on the lower steps of the wooden staircase, willing my body to cool down. The long run was needed as the morning session with Aayahmah, the afternoon episode with Mom and the unexpected "incident" with Leela had ignited my youthful body with so much feelings and so much passion that I was going crazy with desire.

"Hey you! Got and get your shower! We are ready to go to the temple" yelled Leela from the veranda behind me.

I just sat there motionless, lost in my thoughts, till I felt a hand swipe over my sweaty back. Turning around, I looked into Leela's angelic face, as she sat down on the staircase behind me, smartly dressed in a colourful half sari. I smiled at her ever so innocently.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Leela teased.

"Worth more than a penny" I replied, grinning.

"Ok! Pennies then" she replied and as she stood up to walk away, she added "Your big penis."

I heard her snigger as she walked away.

"She is making fun of me" I thought to myself and slowly got up.

I headed straight for the bathroom downstairs and after closing the door behind me, I had an unhurried shower, soaping and cleansing myself, enjoying the refreshingly cold water. After I had dried myself, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to my room to get dressed.

Inside my room, I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror and smiled. My limp cock hung long and low, but, imagination or not, it did appear bigger than it did a week ago. I pulled back the foreskin to expose the large mushroom head, crowning an adorable thick length of meat and admired myself. My young cock had proudly lost its virginity and more importantly discovered pleasures beyond any of my wildest dreams and confidently on the way to further erotic loving adventures.

"What a week it has been and God knows what else is in store for me" I wondered, and my cock twitched in anticipation, as I stood there priding myself.

I had just taken out a fresh underwear from my cupboard when, with a sharp knock, the door suddenly opened and there stood, of all persons, Mala. She stood there, momentarily stunned, watching me completely naked, her eyes inquisitively drawn to my hairy groin and to my semi-hard member.

"Sorry, Mohan....your Mom....asked me...to tell you to....hurry up" she stammered, choking on her words as her eyes feasted on my nakedness.

I did not what to say as she slowly turned around and walked away, closing the door behind her. I was completely dumbfounded as it was the third time that week (fourth time if I include Aayahmah catching me first with my pants down while I was watching my parents) that a woman had caught me naked. How more delightfully embarrassing could it get??

I got dressed slowly, putting on my underwear, wearing my jeans and a kurta (Indian shirt). After combing my hair, I stepped out of my room and was greeted by Aayahmah. She was dressed splendidly in a chequered cotton sari, her hair pleated neatly into a long jadai.

"After many years, I am going to the temple again, thanks to you Chellam. I feel happy" she whispered to me and then said "Come! The others are waiting for us upstairs."

Switching off the downstairs lights, we headed upstairs and met with the rest, waiting for us out in the veranda. We all squeezed into Dad's car – his VW Beetle. In the back seat, Aayahmah had Mala half-sitting on her laps on one side, Leela in the middle and me on the other side, with Mom in front as Dad drove us towards the temple.

"You guys comfortable at the back?" asked Dad and then instantly added "Just a short journey only, so hold on."

"We will survive" answered Leela giggling, adjusting her body next to me.

Leela's right hand was on my thigh and maybe it was my just my wishful imagination, but I felt her hand slowly and hesitatingly stroking up my jeans-covered thigh heading towards but stopping short of my groin.

As little kids we used to play a lot together till she had attained puberty. On a few occasions we had played "Doctor, Doctor" and we had let each other be examined. We had shown our naked tops to each other and I had asked her why she did not have any boobs like Mom or Aayahmah. Another time she had held my tiny worm, as she called it, and I had touched her in-between her legs. We had laughed innocently at the differences. That was our childhood secret – no one knew.

I caught Leela's hand in the darkness and almost as we had practiced it, our fingers intertwined and our thoughts were exchanged into our fingers. I felt her shiver and simultaneously felt my cock twitch at the sexual energy that was being transmitted between our bodies. She leaned her head on my shoulder and her hand held mine tightly.

All too soon, we arrived at the temple and Dad stopped at the side, to let us get down. Leela carefully removed her hand from mine but not before a teasing swipe over the front of my jeans. Mom and the other ladies in the car got down while I just sat there, adjusting my hardness under my jeans. As the women walked into the temple gates, Dad drove away with me to park his car which allowed me more time for my member to soften.

Having washed our feet, Dad and I entered the temple, crowded as usual for Friday prayers. Lots of people we knew acknowledged our presence there. The prayers had just started. I stood near Dad, across from where the women stood, facing Mom, Aayahmah, Leela and Mala.

My vision was drawn to the womenfolk of my house and I admired them one by one. Mom stood out as always, her exquisite feminine beauty seemingly challenging even the magnificence of the Goddess Lakshmi herself. She was a sight to behold in her purplish silk sari, wrapped grandly around her, her body hardly exposed apart from a little sight of her enticing midriff.

In front of her stood Leela, neatly wrapped in a half sari with a red blouse and a golden yellow skirt, representing the virgin form of the Goddess - she was almost a carbon copy of Mom in physical size and beauty. Her lean sexy midriff was covered by the transparent silky cloth of her half sari.

Beside Mom, stood my lover, my Aayahmah, the Goddess who had made me a man, the woman who had pleasured my teenage body in every imaginable way; her dark mature beauty crowning an outrageously voluptuous body.

And finally beside her, her teenage daughter, again almost a carbon copy of her mother but much fairer. She was wearing a green blouse, a red skirt and a half sari – her body and frame although a little smaller than her mother's, equally curvy, her sexy midriff covered by her transparent half-sari.

It was strange – up to that point in time, I had always considered Leela and Mala as nothing more than just sisters. But my life had completely changed over the past week and now I was viewing all of them as desirable women. And, especially after the incidences earlier that day where I had been caught in the flesh by both of them, it excited me to think of them as potential lovers.

Choosing one out of these four fabulous divine nymphs was a difficult task for me but at that moment, Mom's mature richness swung my preference in her favour – she had that alluring magic, an almost animal-like attraction, which overwhelmed my teenage mind.

I tried to brush aside these lustful thoughts and concentrate on the prayers. But it was almost impossible – the sexual magnetic field radiating out of these four delicious females, standing across from me in the temple, was drawing me powerfully to them. I devoured them with my eyes, one after the other, and felt dizzy contemplating the untold pleasures that I could have with each of them.

The loud voice of the priest, chanting the Sanskrit scriptures, as he blessed the deities with flowers, his hand steadily ringing the bell, drew my attention. As he showed the holy flame towards the deities, I clasped my palms together in silent prayer, thanking God for the blessed life and family I had and wishing that this life should never end.

The priest came out to offer the flame to the devotees, followed by the holy ash, first to the men and then to the women. A junior priest then handed out theertham (blessed milk) and another assistant followed with santhanam (sandalwood paste) and kumkum powder. As I applied the santhanam to my forehead, I sensed loving eyes devouring me. Looking up I saw all four of my ladies watching me enthusiastically, an adoring smile on each of their lips.

After they had also taken their offerings, Mom requested to the priest to make an archanai (special pooja) for our family. The six of us stood together as the priest uttered our names and natchathiram (birth stars) in between the holy words, as he blessed the deity with loose flowers. Then he again offered us the holy flame and handed over our prasatham (half coconut filled with betel leaf, nuts, two small bananas, a lime and small packets of holy ash & kumkum powder) to Dad.

Dad took it in both hands and then saying a silent prayer, handed it over to Mom. The priest then offered flowers to Mom, Leela and Mala. Aayahmah did not take any flowers (being a widow, it was improper according to Tamil customs). Mom and the girls put the blessed flowers on their hair as Aayahmah watched them. But Mom, magnanimous as always, took a small rose and pinned it to Aayahmah's hair and whispered something to her, before patting her cheek. Aayahmah smiled in appreciation.

As was usual, we wanted to go round the temple three times to complete our prayers. Aayahmah, Mala, Leela and I waited for Mom and Dad to finish their prayers. They were chanting silently, eyes closed in deep prayer, their palms clasped together in gratitude to the Gods.

I stared in sheer admiration at my parents, just overawed by the fact of how lucky I had been to be born out of the loving union of these two magnificent human beings. I smiled my thanks to God Almighty for having them as my parents and wished that they would be my parents for all my future rebirths into this world.

As I watched them, Mom's right hand slid under her sari and pulled her thali, her mangala sutra, out of her blouse and applied kumkum to it, before touching the thali to both her eyes. Then just slightly moving the sari top to expose her blouse-covered bosom and her naked midriff, she put the thali back into her cleavage and covered her bosom again with her sari top.

This was quite a normal practice for married women and I had seen her (and other women) doing that at temples countless times. But tonight, that act looked so very erotic – maybe it was just the feeling I had for Mom but she looked so erotic doing that and my cock twitched. She had noticed my roving eye and smiled.

After circulating the temple three times, we sat down in the temple hall to have some ponggal (sweet rice cooked with brown sugar). Dad was chatting to another man whom I recognised as the principal of a Tamil school nearby while Mala and Leela were chatting with each other. Aayahmah and Mom just ate their ponggal quietly.

We eventually left the temple and walked towards Dad's car. This time I got in first at the back and Leela immediately after me. But instead of sitting next to me, she sat on my thighs. I grumbled but spread my thighs to support the sudden weight on me.

"You are a big, strong boy and you can carry my weight. Let Mala sit here and let Aayahmah sit comfortably" said Leela, pressing her bums down onto my laps.

"God, you are so heavy" I said jokingly, feeling a re-ignition of the childhood closeness to this wonderful sister of mine.

"It's only a short distance" reminded Dad, as if to appease me.

As Dad started the car, Leela made herself comfortable on my laps, her hands holding on to the side of the driver's seat and her bums resting on my groin. I felt a warm stirring in my loins and my meat started to twitch and uncoil, on its own will. My right hand held Leela's waist as the car moved forward.

Leela definitely felt the growing hardness under her and she slowly moved her bums from side to side, teasing me. It would have appeared to anyone watching as if she was just adjusting herself on her seat. My right hand caressed her midriff, the exposed flesh between her sari blouse and her skirt, enjoying the silky softness of her tender skin.

Beside me sat Mala and probably my teenage mind was running loose again, but I felt her press her right thigh strongly against my left thigh as Dad drove us home. Throwing caution to the wind, I brushed my left hand on purpose against the top of Mala's right thigh and she did not flinch. Gaining courage, I rested my palm on her thigh to see what she would do. Seconds later, her right hand covered my left hand and her index finger teasingly scratched the top of my hand.

In the meantime, Leela was gently humping me while she talked to Mom, asking her about

Sheela. Dad was engrossed in their conversation and therefore, our car was moving rather slowly which perfectly suited my exciting and adventurous play with my sister. In the darkness, my right hand had sneaked up Leela's upper body and my fingers touched her right breast, prompting her to stop moving her bums for a split second, in anticipation of what I would do next.

I knew that we would be reaching our house within minutes but daringly took the chance on my sister. My right hand cupped Leela's right breast over her blouse and gently squeezed her firm mound of flesh, drawing a soft gasp from her. Simultaneously, my left hand entwined fingers with Mala's right, gently squeezing her limbs. My cock throbbed wickedly with excitement as Dad stopped the car in front of the house.

"Ok, we are home" said Mom, little realising the on-goings in the back seat.

As Mom opened the door and got out, Leela humped me rapidly, pretending that she was eager to get off my laps, sending thrills of joy through my body. Aayahmah was next to get out, followed by Mala who reluctantly released my left hand. Then it was Leela who slowly got off my thighs but just before she stepped out of the car, her fingers squeezed my hardened monster.

I watched them walk up the stairs before I got out, grumbling to Dad about my sore thighs and trying to avoid him noticing my erection. I waited outside and adjusted my deflating prick inside my pants while Dad parked his car. Then we went up the stairs together and I headed straight to my room to change into my baggy sports shorts. As I changed, I noticed the damp stickiness of my pre-cum coating my underwear, evidence of the naughty episode with my loving sister in the back of the car.

"God, my life has really changed" I thought to myself.

A little while later, after we all had changed to more comfortable house clothes, we sat down for dinner. Mom and Mala were in housecoats while Aayahmah wore her usual house sari. Leela was wearing a track pants and an oversized T-shirt. Mom and Aayahmah had already prepared chapattis (wheat flour pancakes) with sambar and mixed potatoes to go with. We ate dinner amidst a lot of catching up on news

After dinner, all six of us went for a walk around the neighbourhood. It was quite windy and there were signs of a thunderstorm approaching so we walked quite briskly. Mom walked along with Aayahmah and Leela while Dad, Mala and I walked behind them. Mom and Aayahmah were busy discussing the next day's menu and we were giving them ideas, joking about this and that.

About 30 minutes later, we got back to the house, just as the first flash of lightning lit up the sky. A loud roar of thunder followed and soon it began to rain. Aayahmah went downstairs to finish up her work in the kitchen. The rest of us sat in the hall and watched TV for a while. Mom was on her easy chair and I sat close to her on the sofa. Dad was next to me on the long sofa while the girls sat each on the single sofas.

It was around 9:30 pm and we were watching some Malay drama. We had left the front door and two windows open and could hear the rain pouring down. A nice cool breeze was blowing through the house.

"You girls must be tired after your travel today. Go to bed early. Tomorrow will be a long day" advised Mom.

"I need another shower first" responded Leela and got up and headed towards her room.

"Yes, me too" added Mala and stood up, wished us good night and then headed downstairs.

My parents and I watched the Malay drama on TV quietly for a few minutes. The rain got heavier and I could feel some spray coming through the window. We could hardly hear the TV then. So I got up to close the windows one by one and after checking that the veranda was clear, I closed and latched the main door and then sat down again.

"Anything interesting today, Mohan?" Dad prodded me.

"Not really, Dad. Just the usual" I answered, quite coolly and looked at Mom's reaction.

Mom just smiled at me first, then at Dad and said "Leave him alone."

"Pity that the house is full" Dad enticed again.

"You are getting naughtier by the day, Athan" grumbled Mom.

"It is the youthful zest and energy being transmitted by your son. I am catching it from him" said Dad, with a chuckle.

"I got it from both of you and I am proud of that, very proud" I responded, with a laugh in return.

"Shhhh..." Mom silenced me from saying anything further, stroking my right thigh with her right palm.

We heard a door close in Leela's bedroom and assumed that she had finished with her shower. Mom pointed towards her room and signalled to Dad.

"I am going to get a shower and then get some sleep. Good night, Mohan" said Dad as he stood up and stretched himself.

"Good night, Appa. Sleep well" I wished him, as he walked towards Leela's room.

He knocked on Leela's door and wished her good night before heading back to his room. We heard my sister return his wish.

Mom moved forward in her seat a little, bringing her closer to me, and then rubbed my right thigh again gently with her right palm and said "You will be in my thoughts tonight, Chellam."

I placed my palm over her hand and squeezed her lovely long fingers and then gently lifting her hand, I kissed the back of her palm.

"I love you, Amma" I whispered to her.

Her response was a one-in-a-million smile - the rich, sensual smile of the Goddess Parasakkti, the ultimate woman; a smile which offered the protective love of a mother, a smile which promised unimaginable pleasures of a lover. It overwhelmed me with so much desire that I felt as if I had ignited an energy source within my body.

Without saying any further words, we stood up simultaneously, her right hand holding mine. We hugged each other for a few seconds, like a mother and son and as two lovers wanting each other. I held her close to my chest feeling so much love for her.

"I want you, Chellam. Your father will make love to me tonight but it will be you in my thoughts" whispered Mom.

We broke apart just as we heard Leela opening the door. The clock showed 10:05 pm.

"Good night, Chellam" Mom wished me and as Leela came out of her room, Mom wished her too.

"Good night, Amma" Leela and I returned Mom's wish.

"I know you both have a lot of catching up to do but don't stay up too late" advised Mom and then went into her room, closing the door behind her.

"Ok, Mom" replied Leela and then turning to look at the TV she asked me" Anything good tonight?"

"Yes, the Twilight Zone is on later at 11" I replied, sitting back on the long sofa.

Leela sat in the single sofa perpendicular to the long sofa and picked up the newspaper. She was dressed in a semi-transparent pyjama pant and a sleeveless pyjama top.

"So, how are things with you?" I asked, hoping to start a conversation.

"Good lah. Just a lot to do in the 3rd year project" she replied and then asked "And, what about you? How is campus life?"

"Ok lah, I guess. No complaints so far" I replied, looking at her.

She had brushed her shoulder-length hair and looked beautiful, blessed with Mom's exquisite facial features. She did not appear to be wearing a bra and her pretty feet, with her toenails painted red look good enough to be kissed and adored. She sensed that I was watching her and looked up from the papers.

"Are you dreaming again, kiddo?" she asked me, putting down the newspaper.

"I was just thinking of how fast time flies by. Seems just yesterday when we used to be innocent little kids" I elaborated.

"Well, I am still innocent" responded Leela, grinning and stretching her hands above her head, exposing her clean-shaven arm pits.

My eyes were instantly attracted to her bare armpits as well as her raised bosom as she held her hands outstretched over her head. She seemed amused that I was fascinated with her shaven armpits and teasingly placed her hands at the back of head and swung her shoulders, one way and then the reverse, as if doing a stretching exercise. Her seemingly ample tits moved under her pyjama top, her pointed nipples wanting to pierce through the cloth. My cock, safely hidden inside my underwear, was stimulated by the sight of her bare flesh and twitched in excitement.

"And, you are definitely not little anymore" teased Leela, winking her eye.

"Yes, 6 feet body of steel" I uttered, standing up to proudly show off my towering height.

She got up from her sofa and stood up close to me, measuring her height against mine. She traced her palm from the top of her head to a position just above my shoulder. She was about 4 to 5 inches shorter than me.

"Yes, you are definitely big" she laughed and pushed me back to sit down on the sofa.

I could now clearly see the outline of her naked breasts under her pyjama top as she stood there, with her arms on her hips. She seemed to have a sizeable pair of orbs, topped by lovely black buds.

"By the way, I am sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment this afternoon" she said, sounding cheekily apologetic.

"It wasn't what you thought. I was not masturbating" I answered her.

"Yeah, right! You were hard, brother dear, and you were stroking it" she said, her eyes questioning me.

I explained to her about the magic oil which drew a snigger from her.

"It's the truth, believe it or not" I said, getting irritated with her teasing.

"Well, it must be working - the oil I mean. You are big, kiddo, huge, almost as large as Appa......ooops" she responded, ending abruptly after realizing what she had just said, her palm closing over her lips.

She sat down next to me and stretched her legs out on the coffee table. I too stretched out my legs on the table and we remained silent for a few seconds.

"How do you know?" I asked.

No answer.

"How do you know Dad is big?" I repeated the question.

"I have seen him" she answered, almost nonchalantly, her face staring directly to the TV screen.

"Have you seen any other men?" I asked.

"Hey! What do you think I am?" she answered, a little annoyed.

My left hand sought her hand and my right hand patted her left cheek, pacifying her. She leaned her head on my shoulder and we shared a moment of silence like that.

Without moving her head, she asked me softly "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No! Still a virgin" I replied, rather I lied, after a split-second thought.

More seconds of silence. Her left hand brushed my left thigh.

"And you?" I asked.

"Yes, still a virgin" she whispered, her hand slowly stroking my thigh.

I moved forward on the sofa, turned back to look at her for a few mesmerizing seconds and seeing the glow of love and desire in her eyes, I planted a kiss on her lips. She flung her hands around my neck and hugged me, holding my head against her bosom. We stayed like that for a few blissful minutes.

"Do you want to see something beautiful?" Leela asked, hardly audible.

"What?" I asked, in reply.

She stood up and pulled me by the hand. And then placing her index finger against her lips, she asked me to remain absolutely silent and pulled me towards her room. Her room was dark and she closed the door slightly behind us. Then once again, warning me to be quiet, she guided me towards the peephole and I played along, pretending to be unaware of what was in store.

On the other side of the wall, the show had already started. My parents' room was comparatively darker than the previous nights when I had seen them. I soon realized that only one bedside lamp was lit. But there was certainly no hiding of what was going on.

Mom, stark naked, was on top of Dad in a classic 69, her lips wrapped around his mammoth cock while she humped his mouth with her incredible pussy, her beautiful long legs stretched out on either side of Dad's face.. Dad's sarong lay around his ankles as he lifted his bottom off the mattress, thrusting his magnificent pillar into Mom's loving, oral cavity. His hands were on Mom's bums, holding her in place as he hungrily licked her juicy cunt.

I removed my eye away from the peephole and tugged at Leela's hand excitedly, acting totally ignorant of what was going on in the other room. She had her eye glued to another peephole.

'Oh my God! I can't believe this" I exclaimed in a whisper, sounding innocent.

She pulled my hand and guided me out of the room, back to the hall. Making me sit down, she turned up the volume of the TV a little and then sat next to me.

"What can't you believe?" Leela asked.

"Mom and Dad, like that" I answered, continuing the innocent role.

"Why not? It's quite natural for a man and woman to make love you know. Otherwise you and I would not exist" she explained, trying to sound academic.

"I know. But what they were doing. Oral sex....I can't believe it" I replied.

"Well, you better believe it. It is the real thing" she said, surprised at my innocence.

"So, how long have you been spying on them?" I asked.

"Since I was 16. Sheela was the one who discovered them first" she answered, a cheeky smile on her lips.

"Sheela? Really? Have you seen them do other things too?" I asked, pretending to be totally ignorant.

"What other things?" she replied with a question, wanting to entice the words out of my mouth.

"Intercourse" I answered, then feeling rather silly to have used that term.

She laughed and said "You mean fucking, my little brother?"

Seeing me nod, she pulled my hand and invited me "Come and see for yourself."

Before we entered her room again, we checked to see if it was all clear downstairs. We did not want Aayahmah or Mala surprising us. We left the TV and the hall lights on and went into Leela's room, just closing the door behind us, to ensure darkness in the room.

I approached the peephole again and placed my eye to the opening. Leela did likewise on another peephole to my right.

Mom was now sitting upright on Dad's face, her hands holding on the headboard as she fucked his mouth with a steady rhythm. Her beautifully mature tits heaved and bounced, as she smothered her bottom over Dad's face, enjoying the oral pleasures provided by his tongue and mouth. My teenage cock sprang immediately to life, twitching under my shorts.

"Mmmm.....yessss" we heard Mom moan in pleasure, her frame shaking from an ongoing explosion.

Dad's colossal lingam stood fully erect, pointing vertically up to the ceiling, the mushroom head shining in all its grandeur. Once again, I had the strongest urge to suck on that magnificent meat, to feel it inside my mouth.

As if sharing my thoughts, Leela whispered to me "Isn't he beautiful?"

I nodded and then whispered back "And massive."

We continued to spy on our parents. Mom was now standing on her knees, her body literally vibrating and Dad had his neck raised, his head buried in the hairy treasure between Mom's legs. Her hands were locked at the back of his head, supporting her lover as he serviced her wanton pussy. Mom was trembling in pleasure and wet, slurping noises could clearly be heard as Dad's busy tongue lapped up her juices furiously.

"Beautiful...." I heard Leela whisper to herself, as we watched Mom's body jerk in the throes of her orgasm.

My prick was by now rock hard, fully turned on not just by the scene I was viewing but also due to the fact that my adorable, loving sister was beside me, my accomplice. Our breathing was also getting noticeably heavy, obviously overwhelmed by watching and listening to our parents and by our closeness.

I felt Leela's left hand reach out and touch my right hand, holding it in the space between us. As we watched Mom rocking her hairy cunt slowly on Dad's face while he continued to lick her, our fingers interlocked tightly, expressing the growing desire in our youthful bodies. Mom was softy uttering some words of love to Dad but we could not make them out clearly.

"Touch me" I heard Leela whisper while her hand guided mine to her waist.

My right hand slipped under her pyjama top and touched her lower back, stroking her soft skin. I felt her body shudder and a hiss escaping her lips, as my fingers touched her. I slid my hand up her back gently, confirming that she was not wearing a bra, and then slid it back down to her waist. I repeated this a few times as if to calm her and then removed my hand out from her pyjama top.

Mom slid her bottom down Dad's torso and rested her head on his chest, a brief moment of pause from her shuddering climax. They kissed briefly and then whispered something to each other. They laughed softly and exchanged caresses, Mom's fingers stroking his chest while Dad's hand stroked Mom's back.

I moved my eye away from the wall and turned towards Leela. She did likewise. We reached out both our hands towards each other and then slowly drew our bodies close. We hugged each other tight and we could both feel the tense excitement in our bodies. She looked up to me, her lips open, seeking a kiss from me. I bent down and let my tongue lick over her lips before fixing my lips to her. Immediately, her tongue penetrated my mouth, willing to be sucked. I did not disappoint her and devoured her tongue while my hands roamed over her back.

She detracted her tongue and willed mine which I more than obliged. My hands by now had slipped under the back of her pyjama bottom and grasped her panty-covered bum cheeks while I thrust my hardened monster against her groin. Her hands had made their way to my back and pulled me hard against her, wanting to feel my hardness against her virgin treasure.

Above our heavy breathing, we heard sounds from the other side and believing that there was more action on the other side, we broke our hug and looked at each other, contemplating what to do next. Moving away from each other and towards the wall, we held hands as we again peeped through the tiny holes on the wooden wall.

Our timing was perfect as Mom was on the bed on her hands and knees and Dad was standing on his knees behind her, stroking his fabulous erect meat, poised at the entrance of Mom's yoni. Mom turned around to look at Dad, her divine face illustrating the overwhelming desire to have her pussy fucked. Leela's fingers gripped my fingers tightly.

"Fuck me now, Athan" we heard Mom whisper to Dad, as she spread her knees wider on the mattress.

Dad obliged instantly, guiding his mushroom head to Mom's holy orifice and then with a mighty push buried his giant cock into the depths of her cunt. Their bed literally shook with the power of his thrust.

"Yessssss...........aaaaahhhhhhh" we heard both of them moan simultaneously.

"Mmmmmmm......yesssss....fuck..." Leela whispered, releasing my hand, her bottom humping forward as if she was feeling the penetration.

"Wowww......." I blurted out, as if seeing them for the first time.

As Dad slowly withdrew his monstrous meat, Mom turned her face towards him, literally begging him to shove it back in. The drunken glaze of her face expressed sheer wanton desire. And for the first time, I wished I was there in place of Dad. My fully hardened cock throbbed excitedly as I imagined what it would be like to be inside Mom's cunt at that precise moment.

As if Dad had heard me, he thrust back hard into Mom's obliging twat and slowly started to pound her pussy repeatedly in a steady tempo. They were beautiful to watch, just so natural. Mom rested her torso onto the mattress, her face looking exactly in my direction, her eyes bewitching. Just then I had the strangest of feelings deep inside me - that Mom was feeling my cock inside her. My cock jerked wickedly.

I turned to look at Leela. Her bottom was swaying, forwards and backwards, almost in tandem with Dad's thrusts. And she had her right hand against the front of her groin. I moved my right hand to Leela's behind and gently felt her bums over the material, as she continued to sway and peep.

She looked at me, turning her body towards me, her pretty face filled with desire. Her right hand was slowly stroking the front of her groin and a slight moan escaped from her lips. I reached out to her and placed my right hand over hers and gently removed her hand away.

I touched her, my palm against her womanhood, covered by the thin cloth of her pyjama and the thin material of her panties. In the darkness, her eyes sparkled with loving desire, promising me of unlimited pleasures. I gently stroked my palm downwards. I felt her shiver as she parted her legs to allow me access. My palm slipped under, between her legs, cupping her concealed treasure. She humped my palm and I felt the warm dampness between her legs and smiled at her.

Placing my hands on each side of her thighs, I kneeled down on my knees in front of her and planted a kiss on her pyjama-covered groin. She jerked her body away as she felt my lips over the material. Her female aroma was different, more a flowery-fruity scent, intoxicating me immediately. My hands held her thighs as I pulled her back to my face, planting several kisses over the front of her loins, feeling her slowly thrust against me.

Her hands went to the back of my head, gently pulling my face to her as she humped me. I rubbed my face against her womanhood as she thrust herself against me. Slowly, my fingers tugged at her waistline but she stopped me and prompted me to stand up. Then holding my right hand, she pulled the front of her pyjama and panties forward and slipped my right hand inside.

"Touch my pussy, Mohan" she whispered to me, pushing her pelvis forward to me.

My fingers gently slid under her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her virgin temple. She seemed to have very fine, silky hair but it felt not so densely forested. I touched her virgin pussy lips and ran my index finger along the middle, gently parting the moist lips.

"Mmmmm......just like when we were little kids" Leela hissed quietly in pleasure, bending her knees a little, to open her treasure to my probing finger.

She leaned forward and rested her head against my chest, as my fingers explored the unchartered territory between her legs. Her right hand touched the front of my shorts, feeling my raging hardness under the thin material, as she humped my probing fingers.

"Mmmmmm....aaaahhhhh....fuckkkk meeee......yesssss....Athannnnn....aaaahhhhh" we heard Mom moaning in pleasure from the other side of the wall.

Leela lifted up her head to look at me, smiling at what she had heard. Her right hand slipped under my shorts and grasped hold of my rock hard meat, her fingers encircling the blood-filled muscle. She gasped as she squeezed my oversized cock, her index finger sliding over the tip and feeling my leaking pre-cum, widening her smile as she felt the sticky wetness.

"Soooo big and hard" she whispered to me, clamping her fingers tight around my rod.

My index finger traced along her slit gently, from top to bottom and then up again. I felt her hard clit and touched it, inducing a moan from her lips. Leela's clit was throbbing and as I toyed with her Venus mound of pleasure, rubbing gently around the sides, it seemed to literally grow bigger.

"Mmmmm....yeaaaahhhhh.....beautiful.....mmmmm" she moaned to my chest, as her right hand stroked my cock, from the base to the tip.

Her pussy lips felt so different to Aayahmah's, thinner but seemingly tighter. I used my fingers to gently part her lips wider and then probed for the entrance to her vagina. Knowingly Leela bent her knees a little more to open up her flower for me. As the tip of my index finger touched the opening of her womanly orifice, her body retracted backwards as if trying to avoid the intrusion.

Thinking that she did not wish my finger to penetrate her, I tried to remove my right hand from inside her panties but letting go of my throbbing cock, she held my right hand, keeping it between her legs.

She looked into my eyes again, her beautiful round eyes bewitching. Mesmerizing me with her seductive smile, her fingers selected my middle finger and guided it to her entrance. Then slightly moving her pelvis, she placed the tip of my finger into her tight hole.

"Love me with your finger, my darling brother" she cooed to me.

I obliged my sister's wish and pushed my middle finger gently up into her tight but wet tunnel. She gasped when my finger penetrated her youthful cunt. I cupped her pussy with my open palm, as if promising her that I would always protect her. She adjusted her position a little and then started to buck her hips gently.

"Mmmm.....yes, Mohan.... ..." she moaned, feeling my incestuous finger moving inside her.

Her vagina was tight, wrapped like a sheath of rubber around my finger. I gently touched her insides with my fingertip, feeling the fresh muscles of her cunt. I slowly moved my finger in and out, increasing the depth of penetration at every upward stroke, till my finger tip was buried knuckle-deep inside her tunnel. Her pussy squeezed my finger automatically, as if in a reflex action. Simultaneously, her right hand slipped back into my shorts and grasped my raging meat.

"Athaaan.....yesssss....nowwwwww........cummmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg" we heard Mom moan, obviously climaxing around the magnificent shaft pounding her.

My cock twitched repeatedly, hearing my Mom and as if in tandem, Leela's pussy throbbed uncontrollably. Leela pressed her legs together tightly around my probing finger and her pussy wall squeezed hard, while she planted soft kisses on my chest.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh.....yessssssss....fuck meeee.......aaaaahhhhhh" Mom moaned again.

"Mmmmmm...." Leela hissed in pleasure, as she started to buck her hips, while I finger-fucked her.

The experiences with Aayahmah had taught me how to please and satisfy a pussy and now more than anything else, I wanted to give maximum pleasure to my sister. I bent my finger inside her pussy towards me, and used the tip of my finger to locate her pleasure spot. I easily found the small fleshy ridge inside her pussy and as I touched it I felt her body jerk in response.

"Yessss....there...........mmmm" she moaned, as my finger caressed her G-spot.

Even in the darkened room, her face was beautifully radiant; expressing the sheer pleasure she was feeling as I caressed her sacred spot. Her eyes were filled with love for me and her beautiful lips sensually open, begging to be kissed.

"I love you, Chinnakka..." I whispered to her and then bent down to kiss her lips.

I had always called Leela as Chinnakka and Sheela as Periyakka (Chinna = small, Periya = big, Akka = elder sister).

A few seconds later, we heard Dad's unmistakeable orgasmic shriek filter though the thin wall "YESSSS.....Rani....YESSSS......unnnnhhhh....aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...cummmiiiingggggg..." most likely shooting gallons of his seed deep into Mom's insatiable cunt.

Hearing Dad explode was such a turn-on for us and I felt our bodies tremble, feeling the sexual energy radiating out from our parents to us. I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my thighs, releasing my raging hard-on. Leela immediately increased the speed and power of her hand strokes, willing my prick to ejaculate.

I touched her pleasure spot, applying gentle pressure and stroking with the tip of my finger. And, my thumb was in the meantime stimulating her clit, stroking the throbbing mound of blood-engorged flesh. Leela opened her legs wider to give me more excess to her young pussy which was flowing now. Virgin nectar from the heavens was dripping down my finger and onto my palm.

"Unnnhhh....unnnhhh.....yesss....yesss....fuck me....fuck me...fuck me....aaaaaaahhhhhhh" we heard our parents urging each other in the throes of their orgasms.

"Mohannnnn.....mmmm...love you....your fingers are beautiful....driving me crazy......yesss.." Leela moaned and bucked her hips, her clit begging for more attention.

I wanted to taste Leela's nectar and tried to withdraw my finger but she was not having it. She let go of my over-excited cock and held my hand intact.

"Make me cum...darling....please....make me explode....make me cum....just like Amma. Please Mohan....please" she begged, crying for release.

Pushing my own needs aside, I pulled up my shorts over my overgrown prick and then knelt down in front of Leela on my knees. Without removing my right hand, I eased her pyjama bottom and panties down to her thighs. This time she did not stop me. I continued the dual-stimulation of her throbbing rosebud and her G-spot with my right hand and felt Leela buck her hips faster and harder against my penetrating fingers.

She rested her arms on my shoulders for support and spread her legs wider. In the darkness of the room, I could not see her treasures clearly but I felt as if I was pleasuring the most beautiful pussy in the world. She looked at me, her eyes shining like diamonds in the dark.

Leela moved and twisted her pelvis backwards and forwards, and from left to right, trying to achieve maximum sensations, screwing her pussy onto my hand. Every time I touched her clit, her body jerked and her legs shook. And, drops of her juice dropped onto my hand.

"Cum for me, my darling Chinakka........cum for me..." I encouraged her, moving my face closer to her womanhood, sensing that her powerful release was not far away, my own explosion now irrelevant.

"Oh my GODDDDD............oh my GODDDDD....yessss" she squealed, her fingers clawing into my shoulders.
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