Indian Family Lust

by Lot's Cave

  Being young, fit and horny, Sundar was always glad to come home to a mother and sisters who enjoyed his sensual nature and never passed up a chance to get physically intimate with him.

  Now relaxed under her son, with her fleshy thighs doubled up to ensure that he was burying his cock balls-deep in her as he fucked her so lovingly, Mohini was a very happy mother indeed! Soon, she heard Sundar groan softly, his hips pumping faster...

  “Oh...oh... Ma... ooh... oohh... uhrhh... Can’t hold back anymore... gonna… gonna cum soon... aahh… aaahh… oofhh..!” Sundar moaned softly, kissing his mother many times as he ejaculated deep inside her.

  “Mmm... ahhh... don’t pull out sweetu... stay inside Mummy darling... I want every drop of your hot cum…!” Mohini cooed, her heels digging into her son’s buttocks to keep him snug and safe inside her as she savored the delicious thrill of feeling his twitching cock lavishly cream her womb with potent young sperm…

  Mother and son had spent a lot of time teasing, flirting, caressing and kissing each other as they deliberately delayed their inevitable trip to the bedroom for a hot fuck session. Such exciting foreplay only served to increase their hunger for each other and gave Sundar enough time to accumulate plenty of semen in his big balls.

  Finally ending up in bed, they first got down to pleasure each other orally in a 69 position. As Sundar licked and fingered his mother’s cunt and puckered, spicy butthole with a skill that never failed to bring her to orgasm more than once, he enjoyed the equally satisfying pleasure of being sucked off by her.

  Mohini was pleased to hear her beloved son moan in appreciation many times over as she voraciously sucked and throated his quivering rod. When he finally ejaculated with a groan of delight, she made sure her loving lips were firmly wrapped around Sundar’s twitching cock as she savored and swallowed the tasty mouthful of nut cream he gave her.

  Mohini had taken little time to restore her son’s erection to its former glory before lying back and eagerly spreading her legs to welcome him deep inside her as they settled down to the sensual rhythm of a hot mother-son fuck session that was punctuated by many sighs and moans of intense pleasure. When Sundar gave her a bellyful of hot cream once more, Mohini marveled at how much semen his big balls produced as she felt some of it oozing out of her tingling, satisfied pussy to coat her inner thighs. She did not have to remind her good-looking son that she loved to have him ejaculate inside her. She adored him and had her tubes tied up to ensure that he could enjoy the intense pleasure of spraying his seed deep inside her as often as he wanted to -without ever worrying about a pregnancy.

  Of course, Sundar loved her even more because of this! “Not every son is lucky to look deep into his mother’s eyes as he fills her belly with his hot cream… I’m so grateful that I can do it so often Mom… I love you… I love you sooo much!” he told his mother as he kissed her tenderly and rolled her over onto him. As his hands travelled over her firm, ripe body, Sundar was pleased to hear his mother sigh in contentment as he kissed her over and over again.

  Watching them, his hands caressing his nubile daughter as she cuddled up to him, Raghu realized once again how fortunate he was in making his dream of a loving and incestuous family come true. Both he and his wife had done everything they could to nurture a family where everyone took sexual intimacy for granted and enjoyed hot, incestuous sex as often as possible. Even in the earliest years of their marriage, husband and wife had recognized the essential truth that other, more conventional couples failed to acknowledge for one reason or the other… which was that the family that fucks together stays together.

  Chapter Two

  Family History

  As a virile young man growing up alone with his voluptuous mother and aunt for company most of the time, Raghu had plenty of time and opportunity to find out that nothing felt as good as the heady pleasures of hot, incestuous lovemaking.

  His father, a high-ranking army officer was away for long periods of time, and only came home on leave once or twice a year. As an only son, Raghu spent most of his time with his mother Saroja, whom he adored, and who in turn, doted on him. By her early forties, Saroja had moved ahead in her career as an educationist to become the head-mistress of an elite private school in the south Indian city of Hyderabad.

  With her busy life, she found little reason to go on spending time with her husband in the dreary little army towns where he was posted. As both their careers took up more and more of their time, husband and wife began to drift away from each other. Unless extreme circumstances demanded it, divorce was still a dirty word for the Indian middle class in the sixties and the seventies. So the busy couple continued to maintain the facade of marriage with the tacit understanding that each of them would pursue their own interests.

  With professional and social engagements to keep her busy, Saroja did not waste too much time brooding about her estrangement from her husband. It also helped that her only son was an intelligent young man who appreciated all that she did for him and avoided giving her any grief her if he could. As they spent more and more time together, Saroja realized that her son was also becoming infatuated with her…

  This was not something that alarmed her. A tall, statuesque woman, Saroja took pride in maintaining her figure and loved flaunting it in sarees that discreetly flattered her firm, ripe body. Her sleeveless blouses barely managed to restrain her big boobs, and her thick waist flared out to big, full buttocks that jiggled deliciously when she moved.

  Saroja was aware of the effect she had on most men and did not fault her son for feeling the same way. She knew that many sons fell in love with their mothers and Raghu’s youthful longing made her feel young, sexy and desirable.

  As time went by, Saroja could not escape the conclusion that her son was no longer her little boy, but a virile, good-looking young man who was getting a lot of attention from girls his own age as well as older women. But she was flattered to see that Raghu ignored them and only made time for her. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by her son’s incestuous feelings and began to wonder if it would be a good idea to educate him about her sexual needs…

  In the end, she decided to proceed one step at a time and see where it would lead.

  Although her husband’s long absences left her starved for sex, Saroja had never encouraged any of her men friends to get into bed with her. She was not concerned about being faithful to her husband. What really mattered to her was her health and reputation. She was not going to put either at risk by getting into bed with a man who would just think of her as another easy conquest. So she had become accustomed to the habit of satisfying her urges by playing with herself - using her fingers and a few sex toys to soothe the frequent itch between her legs.

  Since Saroja was not always discreet about her bedroom activities, her son was well aware of them. Being a healthy and virile young man, Raghu masturbated a lot of thinking about his sexy mother. He saw no reason to hide the fact that he was eager and well-equipped to satisfy her in bed if she would let him do so.

  Saroja did not take long to figure out that her son was not only besotted by her, but was also actively fantasizing about her. However, she knew Raghu well enough to know that he would never go against her wishes or force himself on her. She guessed that he was just making his feelings clear to her and hoping against hope that she would allow him to go all the way with her sooner or later…

  Saroja had always encouraged her son to hug and kiss her affectionately, and found herself becoming increasingly aroused when he did so. Increasingly his hugging and kissing was getting to be a lot less innocent, and a lot more passionate!

  My darling son is certainly not shy about letting me know that I’m a sexy and desirable woman...! she thought, savoring the hot shiver of lust that jolted her when Raghu’s gentle hands lingered a little longer than necessary on her voluptuous body when he hugged or kissed her.

  Saroja was also amused to discover that her son made no attempt to hide the fact that he was thin
king about her when he was jerking off. It was obvious that he wanted her to ‘accidentally’ catch him in the act if she entered his room.

  Unconcerned about whether he was being watched or not, Raghu had no problem losing himself to the pleasure of masturbation. Making sure his bedroom door was always slightly open to let his mother watch him if she felt like it, he enjoyed lying back in bed with a dreamy expression on his face as he sniffed and rubbed the soiled crotch of her panties over his huge, swollen cock.

  Well aware of how her son felt about her, Saroja played along because she was intrigued and excited about where these games were leading them both. The naughty boy… he’s not at all ashamed to let me to know how he feels about me...! she mused, flattered and excited to hear him moan softly with pleasure when he drenched her soiled panties with a huge load of his creamy sperm!

  Saroja also noticed that whenever her son got a chance to hug her affectionately, he did so by standing behind her so that he could lovingly rub his huge and erect cock against her big, full buttocks!

  Getting more and more excited by her son’s boldness every time he did this, Saroja soon threw caution to the winds... “Darling... the more you do that, the more you make it difficult for Mummy to control herself...!” she blurted out one day, when he hugged her from behind and lingered a little too long...

  “Oooh Mom... why bother to control yourself…? You know very well what’s going on between us… I’m not ashamed to acknowledge that my ripe, sexy mother gives me a raging hard-on! I’m deeply in love with you Mom... going to bed with you will be the greatest experience ever...!” Raghu said boldly, his heart beating faster when he realized that his mother did not appear to be shocked or annoyed by his frank confession.

  In fact, she made no attempt to move away from him when his cock sprang free from his lungi to graze her big butt.

  Raghu’s expression became dreamy as he enjoyed the incredibly delicious sensation of his mother’s full buttocks rubbing gently and insistently against his enormous erection as she leaned comfortably against him.

  “Darling, a mother and son are not supposed to become so intimate... and want each other so much... so I’m a little confused about my feelings...” Saroja said, teasing her son. She was eager to hear what he had to say and was surprised by his carefully considered response.

  “Mom, I don’t believe in forcing you or anyone else to do what they don’t want to do. All I’m asking is... please look at incest with an open mind. Why should we waste time on outdated taboos which don’t benefit us anymore? They are meaningless in today’s world where deadly disease and emotional disappointments are so common. The divorce rate keeps going up because there is little love between strangers who hook up and break up for selfish reasons. We should make our own rules... if only because they will let us maintain our sanity in a crazy world that blindly follows the old ways of doing things.

  “Close relatives should not feel ashamed about making love… about enjoying a nice fuck… After all, we are only doing something that will benefit our bodies and minds... instead of destroying them with drugs, drinking and other excesses. There’s no need to risk our health and happiness by looking for sex outside the family, when we can safely satisfy our needs at home… don’t you agree…?” Raghu said, still hugging and caressing his mother.

  “My darling... what you’re saying makes perfect sense... but we must take care to see that no one finds out what we’re doing...” Saroja replied, looking at her son for reassurance.

  “Oh... of course Mom! We will keep up appearances and behave like any mother and son are supposed to behave in public. But in private, we can just be ourselves… By which I mean… a sexy, hot-blooded mother and son who enjoy making love… and fucking to their heart’s content whenever they feel like it ! Mom… I know you’re a hot-cunted woman who spends a lot of time playing with herself. Don’t you agree that masturbation is a poor substitute for the enormous pleasure a loving son can give you in bed...? I’m willing to be trained properly by you… and of course, I’m well-equipped to do so!” Raghu pointed out, rubbing his huge cock lovingly against his mother’s meaty ass for emphasis.

  Saroja blushed, leaning back into her son as he showered kisses on her face and neck. “You naughty boy... I’d no idea you were aware of my bedroom activities,” she said, smiling at her son.

  “Mom… there’s no need to feel ashamed about them… I was so thrilled to know my beloved mother is such a hot-blooded woman! You must never feel shy about telling your son that you need some hot loving and fucking, Mom… I’ll never tire of satisfying you in bed... you can be sure of that!” Raghu replied, his hands eagerly exploring and caressing his mother’s voluptuous body.

  “Oooh Ma... aaah…! it feels so good... sooo good when you do that...!” he exclaimed when his mother reached inside his lungi to stroke and squeeze his huge erection.

  “Hmm... sweetheart, you’re so much bigger than your father where it matters… You should be able to satisfy my hunger for sex better than he ever cared to do…” Saroja said, smiling as she regarded her son speculatively.

  “Oh Mom… I’ve made love to you so many times in my dreams ever since you first made my cock throb with need! I’ve no doubt I’ll satisfy you fully in bed… all I need is your support… your guidance… and your love.” Raghu replied, his eyes becoming soft with longing and love as he regarded his voluptuous, big-titted and big butted mother.

  It was this look that sent a delicious shiver of anticipation coursing through Saroja’s ripe body which caused her to make up her mind. Turning around to face her son, she eagerly threw her arms around his neck and lifted her face up as he bent down to kiss her.

  Raghu’s hands instinctively reached down to cup and squeeze his mother’s big, full buttocks as their lips locked in a hungry kiss. With their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and their hands caressing and fondling each other’s bodies eagerly, mother and son joyfully welcomed their future as lovers.

  Saroja had concluded that it was better to enjoy sex with an adoring son who was grateful for her favors rather than going to bed with a stranger who may treat her badly or worse still, infect her with deadly disease.

  Even without Raghu prompting her to do so, she had spent enough time considering incest with an open mind and realized how beneficial it could be when enjoyed in the right circumstances. Far from feeling ashamed at the idea of indulging in it, the horny mother had enjoyed masturbating even more as the lewd thoughts of being pleasured by her big-cocked son became stronger and more uncontrollable with each passing day once she became aware of his incestuous desires.

  “Yes darling, I know you will give me a lot more pleasure than my fingers or sex toys. Since your father is no longer interested in taking care of my sexual needs, I would very much like you to do so. It is indeed a wonderful way for a mother and son to get really close to each other, no...?” she asked, her eyes merry with mischief as she regarded her son.

  “Oooh yeesss...! Mom… please say that again… and again!” Raghu replied happily.

  Over the next few weeks, mother and son spent a lot of time becoming sexually intimate with each other, without going all the way. Raghu was grateful to his mother for making it clear that she welcomed and enjoyed his loving attentions as long as they took care to see that no one caught them having fun.

  Having once encouraged her son’s incestuous desires, Saroja never ever found herself regretting her decision. She was pleased to see that Raghu was content to let her lead the way, thoroughly enjoying the invaluable sex-education she was giving him. With encouraging smiles and whispered hints, the hot-cunted mother had a good time making sure her young stud knew exactly how to pleasure her in ways she liked the most.

  To Saroja’s delight, her son was always willing to spend a lot of quality time caressing, kissing, fondling, sucking and nibbling every inch of her voluptuous, pleasure-craving body.

  Knowing that his mother would eventually let him go all the way, Raghu was
patience personified. He became an expert at using just his loving lips and hands, and some of her sex toys to take her to the height of ecstasy in bed. He was always waiting for her to come home from work. To avoid wasting time, Raghu made sure the house was tidy and cooked the evening meal himself. If his mother so desired, he ordered something special from her favorite restaurants.

  Saroja could never get enough of her son’s hot and loving welcome whenever she returned home from work every day. In fact, the prospect of her son’s sensuous lovemaking often made the horny mother hurry home with a very wet cunt! Raghu was always waiting for her with a cheerful smile. All the stress of a hectic day at work seemed to magically fade away as soon as her son shut the front door firmly behind her and pulled her into his warm embrace.

  Mother and son french-kissed with unrestrained hunger as Raghu’s hands reached down to cup and squeeze Saroja’s big, full buttocks.

  She also savored the jolt of intense pleasure she felt each time her son casually lifted up her saree to gently fuck her sopping wet cunt with his fingers and lick her warm juices off them with relish. Saroja continued sighing and moaning softly as her son undressed her carefully and worshipped her ripe body with hot kisses before carrying her naked to the big double bed to lay her down on her back.

  Then Raghu proceeded to give his mother a sensuous massage, his loving hands soothing her tired muscles as he nibbled and kissed her voluptuous body everywhere he could. By the time he went down on his knees to worship his mother’s cunt, Saroja was usually half-mad with desire and eagerly spread her fleshy thighs wide open to enjoy the best cunnilingus she could ever ask for!

  Raghu loved to hear his mother shiver and moan with pleasure when his tongue sluiced through her plump cunt lips and puckered asshole in slow, lazy licks. Every now and then, he would jab her clitoris with a stiff tongue until she moaned softly with joy and soaked his face with a fresh dose of her cunt juices. Raghu loved eating his mother’s pussy - a fact that she frequently and gratefully took advantage of.