My Hot & Horny Family - Part 7
I appreciate my regular readers who comment on my stories and thank them wholeheartedly. Please read my previous stories, ‘Shivani and Rahul,’ ‘Road Trip with Truck Driver,’ and ‘Case One.’ Let’s get on with the current story. I woke up late the next day as it was a Sunday. I did my morning chores and called my aunt Neelam. I told her everything that had transpired last night in my parent’s room. Neelam: I had a feeling that my brother was fucking Deepa. Me: And guess what? My dad is a sex addict, just like you. He fucks all the time, morning, afternoon and night, and all I get is a Skype session to masturbate. I want to have sex, aunty. Neelam: Then go and fuck Deepa. Me: Even I was thinking about that. But to tell you the truth, I want to fuck my mother just like Vivek does. Neelam: It won’t be easy. In our case, I wanted to get fucked by my son. We don’t know what Prachi thinks. But I will tell you one thing. If you want to fuck your Mom, then go for it. It’s not a crime, but rather incest is a heavenly experience. Me: So how do I do it? Neelam: First, seduce Deepa and fuck her. I think she will help you get your Mom into your bed. Me: How do I seduce Deepa? Neelam: You’re a smart boy. You will figure it out. I spoke for a few more minutes and hung up. It was 10 AM, and I went downstairs. I found my Mom making tea in a black satin sleeveless nightgown. Deepa was preparing breakfast. The outline of my Mom’s ass was visible, and it was pretty evident that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Deepa was wearing a saree as usual and looking modest. Last night’s events flashed before my eyes. I stared at the beautiful women working in the kitchen. I hugged my Mom from behind as I do every morning. But this time, it was with a semi-erect dick and a thought of banging her. Mom: Good Morning, dear. Me: Good Morning mom, it’s 10, and you’re making tea? Did you wake up late? Mom: Yes, dear, last night I had a headache and couldn’t sleep well. I had a tablet only around 3 and fell asleep probably by 4 AM. I responded with empathy, but I knew the real reason for her waking up late. Me: Oh god! Are you feeling better now? She turned around and hugged. I could feel her warmth and the softness of her breasts against my chest. To my delight, she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She kissed me on both cheeks. Mom: Yes, I am fine now. Go call your dad and tell him that tea and breakfast are ready. Deepa set the table. I went into my parents’ room. My dad was in the washroom. I could smell the love juices that had made a stain on the bedsheet. The smell of sex was intoxicating. The bed wasn’t made, and the sheets were crumpled up, making me imagine last night’s sex session. Dad: What are you looking at? Me: Nothing, I just got lost in thoughts. Dad: What were you thinking? Me: Just some random stuff. By the way, Mom asked me to come and get you for breakfast. Dad: Ok, Let me get dressed, and I will be there in a minute. We had our breakfast, and then Dad left the shop. Mom was in her room and busy preparing notes and other school things. Deepa started to sweep the house. All I could do was stare at the TV screen and think about how to seduce Deepa as I considered her to be my first step toward my Mom, Prachi. In a few minutes, Deepa came to sweep the living room. I was shocked to see her attire. She would always cover herself well, but today her saree pallu was rolled. It passed through the center of her blouse, showcasing her big boobs. Her cleavage was visible in all its glory. It was a wonderfully deep cleavage created by her massive tits. Her saree was well below her navel, exposing her entire midriff. A few inches lower, and I probably could have seen her cunt. She was wearing one of those skimpy blouses with just a strap at the back, essentially making the entire back visible. I had never seen her like this. It turned me on instantly, and I kept staring at her. I am sure she was aware of it, as most women inherently have this ability. She finished sweeping the living room and was about to move upstairs. She looked at me, gave a smile, and began to climb the stairs. I was confused, as I thought I would be seducing her. But by the look of things, it felt I was the one being seduced. About 5 minutes later, I decided to go upstairs. I went into my room and saw that Deepa had finished sweeping. She was about to go to the next room. She had a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. Me: How are you, Deepa mausi (aunty)? Deepa: I am fine. Why do you ask? Me: Nothing, I just wanted to know if you’re doing well. By the way, Deepa mausi, you look very beautiful today. Deepa: Really? I look beautiful? Don’t joke with me. Me: No, really, you have always looked beautiful to me. Deepa: Thank you. I was standing at the door, and she didn’t ask me to move aside. Rather she just passed through, and her big boobs brushed against my chest. I was very happy with what had just transpired. I laid down on the bed and began to make sense of what had happened. In about 20 minutes, Deepa returned with a bucket of water and a cleaning cloth instead of a mop. Me: Where is the mop? Deepa: That’s gone old and needs to be replaced. I believed her for about 2 seconds. After that, she got down on her knees, bent forward and came on all four. Gravity did its job, and her boobs were now struggling to come out of her blouse. I could see half of her areolas of one of her boobs. The cleavage got deeper. Her big fat ass was begging to be fucked. My dick got hard by sight. She would occasionally look at me, catch me staring at her boobs, but smile and return to mopping. I was right. She was trying to seduce me, but why? What prompted her to do all this was still a mystery. I decided to play along. She finished mopping, and as she was about to leave. Deepa: Did you like what you saw? Me: What do you mean? I didn’t see anything.