Indian Igatpuri Incest

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns, of Gundu's incestuous, sexual journey, will be found by reading the entire series.

After the third of his Aunties that he had fucked, Ambika, left for her tour of the other Jainist centres around India before returning to live with him, Gunmay could not get three things out of his mind. The first was her ability to receive and her incredible need for abnormal amounts of sex, while the second was her ability to arouse and pleasure him, despite him having his mother and her sister, plus his sister already doing this. But the third was her desire to sexfight and enslave the others of his family he had fucked. It had opened a new world to him, and he could not stop fantasising about it and he was making plans.

As normal, away from his aunt Deepika and back in Igatpuri for the weekend, the nineteen-year-old Gunmay held his thick 8.5-inch-long cock that was placed at his mother's back door. At first, he had thought every male had one like his, but he now knew that was untrue. For sure, there were longer tools, but even porn stars did not have noticeably thicker fuck meat hanging from their groins.

He thrust forward and felt his cock force open his 37-year-old mother Meera's anal chute and progress steadily along it like a snowplough clearing the road of overnight snow. His mother's oil prepared arse accepted it willingly, although with some difficulty due to its girth, as she lay on her back. Gripping her solid thighs, she pulled her legs up and back so her ankles were at her ears to give her son full access to her arse. She moaned with anticipation and arousal as she felt her son's cock widen the passage it was slowly opening.

Gunmay's eyes took in her 34D-30-36 body with its soft, full but still firm for her age, tits and round, full arse. It was a sight the 18-year-old university student at the S P Jain Institute of Management and Research, better known as SPJIMR had previously fantasised about for years. But now it was his to enjoy when he returned each weekend to Igatpuri from his studies in Mumbai. His attention fastened on her large, almost black areolae and thick, already hard, stubby nipples and watched them quiver with arousal. Her face was tilted up to look at him and full of maternal pride and lust.

His balls reached her flesh as he had bottomed out, and he slowly withdrew before settling into a steady rhythm which was matched by her grunts and the slapping sound of his ball sac hitting her at the base of her spine. He reached forward and took one of his mother's hands and guided it to the love box beneath her jungle of cunt fur. Her fingers teased her already wet cunt apart and entered her quim in a way that showed she had enjoyed this part of their fucking before. Gunmay watched the movement of the back of her hand, which signalled to him her fingers were at work on her cunt and clit, so he did not need to hear her moan to know what she was doing.

He increased his pace with the applied oil, plus her love juice on his baby maker from earlier when it was in her cunt, providing the lubrication to allow this to happen. "Look at the mirror taped on the ceiling and tell me what you see," he said.

She groaned and replied, "I see my son's huge cock working in and out of his mother's arse."

"And?"

"My fingers that he put there, playing with my slit. And now I see my son's thumb joining my fingers and teasing my clit. Oh God, I love it. How good is it for you, my son? How am I compared to my older sister, that bitch Deepika?"

"You know how good it is because of what we do every weekend, all weekend without fail. Even though your sister, Deepika, has us blackmailed and I must fuck her when I go back to Mumbai each Sunday night for my studies after a weekend of you, she can't get me hard until Tuesday, and even after that, it is once a day."

He smiled to himself as there was no real blackmail. He was getting what he wanted: his aunt five days a week and his mother on the weekends and semester breaks. Only one thing remained to do, and he intended to get that organised this weekend. "How many times have you made me cum today?"

With a satisfied smile on her face, his mother considered, "If you count waking at 2 am, then this is the 4th, and all at least an hour and a half. So, the fat slut is not as good as me. I am better than my sister," she said proudly.

As he agreed and reassured his mother, he mentally compared the two sisters. His aunt was one year older, an inch shorter, and her figure was 36DD 30 37. So, while she had bigger tits than his mother's 34D, their waists were the same, while his mother's arse was an inch smaller. But that extra 2 inches and DD versus D really made a difference, especially as in this case, Deepika's were an outlier: they did not hang. As for not him not being ready to fuck till Tuesday, in the 4 months he had lived with his widowed aunt on his arrival back in Mumbai each Monday, he had not made it past the hallway and his naked aunt before she had her hands against the wall as he fucked her from behind. He thought their longest session was 3 hours and knew the most in one day was 6.

The main difference, though, between the 2 sisters was dress. His mother was a conservative woman who had always lived in the countryside. She wore loose kurta tops that reached below her knees, and although the front and back panels were split to the knee, her baggy kurta trousers ensured she displayed no flesh. Her sister, on the other hand, was an exhibitionist, whether wearing Indian or Western clothing.

While he was musing on his aunt and mother, he had sped up his anal fucking. His mother screeched as she came. Although his cock, being in her arse, did not feel her climax, he saw the contractions ripple through her belly. "Mother, you are a real woman. You cum so often and so strongly. Far more than other women. I am proud of you," he praised.

"It's because of you, my precious son. Before we started our fucking I had never cum with your father and only had brief missionary sex with him. It was always very short, and 3 minutes was a long fuck. Now I am worried if I don't cum at least 4 times in a fuck session, or if it's shorter than 90 minutes. Oh God, I'm cummin again. Cumming haaaaaarrrd," she wailed as she writhed.

It was time. Deepika and he had decided this would be the weekend to set it up. Before he had stayed with his Aunt, he had thought his mother was a sacred, pure Goddess, and he had idolised her. When he fucked her for the first time, it was almost a sacred ceremony. Now he knew the truth. He liked a woman who put it out there and looked like a slut. In other words, how his aunt Deepika and now the reborn Goddess Kari, Aunt Ambika, who wanted revenge via sex, acted.

"Yes, you have changed so much in such a short time, and I believe have still only reached 10% of your sexual potential, and I want to help you obtain 100%. I want you to become your true self, that living here in the country and having a man like my father for your husband has denied you." As he spoke, he pulled out of her arse, turned her over onto her knees and ploughed into her cunt doggie style. He was greeted with a wail of pleasure as she pushed her hips back at him.

"My change is due to my son. I have a son who loves me, who is my soulmate, who is my lover and to me, is my real husband." Switching back to the seed he had planted in her brain, she moaned, "Do you think Deepika can improve, and what can we do together to get the 90%?"

Gunmay scoffed. "Deepika improve?" He had to pause as his mother's cunt muscles were doing a real number on his cock, and he didn't want to cum yet, even though he was really aroused. He still had things to say. "I have thought a lot about this. I have had to bite my tongue and not say something when she has run you down, but as you know, we cannot afford for me to live anywhere else in Mumbai."

His mother interrupted. "Runs me down. What does my arrogant bitch of a sister say?"

"Things that are not true. I don't want to say them because they are lies."

"My darling son, I know you love your mother and are proud of me, but tell me."

Gunmay acted well, doing his best Rohit Suchanti, the Indian soap opera actor impression and "reluctantly" said, "She says that you are useless at fucking and that your first boyfriend ran to her because you were so bad, and you are totally unfeminine in your clothing and your body is soft and flabby."

Meera's screech of rage interrupted Gunmay, but he quickly continued, "Of course it is easy for us to know it a lie because of how just one look at you makes my cock hard and look at our fucking. We do it more often than rabbits. I have thought a lot and have come up with an idea." As he spoke, he had increased the pace of his fucking and his mother's body was responding and jerking on the bed. "It's a big step, I know, but I believe in you."

"Yes, I know you do. You know I am the best woman. You are my son, my soulmate, lover and real husband. I trust you."

Crisis averted, he slowed to a steady, deep rhythmic fuck and reached around her body to pleasure her clit. It was wet, big and throbbing. To keep her mind distracted, he rested her on her elbows and pulled one of her hands back to the moving bulge of his cock on her belly skin.

"Feel my cock in you," he directed.

"So big and it belongs to me, not that bitch slut."

"Yes, it belongs to you. What I am thinking is that you come to Mumbai on the train. She will be expecting you to be dressed normally. But you are dressed like this." On his phone and showed her a YouTube video of Likable Pinki in one of her many ultra-low-cut saree videos.

She looked, and Gunmay felt her conservatism kick in. "It's very low, just above the top of her slit, and there is a gap between her belly and hip bones."

"That's why it's good. Your belly is so much tauter than her flab. You will be wearing something she cannot."

She pondered on this for a while, but when she said, "What colour?" he knew she would not refuse the rest. It would be like taking candy from a kid.

"Red with a yellow pallu, but no blouse." Before she could react, he pumped her clit and quickly continued, "It's the same thing. Imagine her soft floppies against your firm cantaloupes. It's not even close." He had distorted the truth and deliberately left out mentioning Deepika's bigger nipples.

Maybe it was his finger work on her clit, or his cock work, or the logic, but she agreed straight away, rocking her cunt along his cock. "Yes, that's perfect. No way that soft-bodied slug can match my tits."

Gunmay was on a roll. He could hear her moans, feel her sex cave muscles rippling along his fuck tube. His phone showed her a Western mini skirt and boob tube. "It's the killer. You will wear something like this when we eat out to settle the terms. What are her legs like?"

"Tree trunks. Thick and ugly with cellulite wrinkles. She can't match my body. My darling boy. You are a genius. What happens next?

As he thought of his Aunt Deepika's shapely legs, he struck while the iron was hot. "While she is still recovering from being out slut-dressed, I will trick her into having a sexfight with you."

"What is a sexfight?" his bewildered mother asked. "Is it like what Kavita Dev did on WWE?"

He spoke quickly, not giving his mother a chance to disseminate the information. "No, mother. It's not like wrestling or boxing. You and Deepika try to make each other cum, and the one who cums the most loses, and when you win, you and I will spitroast the bitch. I break her arse while she eats you, then you use a double strap-on on her arse and cunt while I get my cock down her gagging throat."

Most of this was lost on Meera as she writhed and screamed cumming twice in a minute.

That night, he expected and hoped she would fuck even harder and more kinkily. He was right in his hopes, and on Monday morning, a tired Gunmay stumbled off the early Monday train at Mumbai Central, his body aching from the marathon weekend with his mother. The long, intense sessions had left him drained but buzzing with the thrill that he would be watching his mother and aunt sexfight. It would be a prelude while his Aunt Ambika was travelling for the Jainists before returning and then seeing Ambika sexfight them.

The platform was filled with commuters, but his eyes immediately locked on his Aunt Deepika, who stood out with her perpetual sex look dialled up to eleven. She was squeezed into a semi-sheer black blouse that plunged low enough to showcase the deep valley of her 36DD cleavage. Its thin fabric strained against her hard nipples and barely contained the jiggling orbs that each step she took produced. The blouse was backless, tied with spaghetti string straps, and paired with a red saree draped extremely low on her hips. It started a full 8 inches below her navel, exposing the smooth expanse of her round belly and the curve where her shaven mound began. There was no petticoat underneath, just the saree's clingy silk outlining her strong thighs and the sway of her 37-inch arse. As she walked towards Gunmay, her yellow high heels clicked on the platform, making her hips roll rhythmically.

"Missed me, Gunmay?" she purred, pressing her body flush against his in a hug that pressed her tits into his chest while her hand "accidentally" grazed his crotch. She whispered in his ear, "I've been wet since you left on Friday night, thinking of you. Did you get it done?"

He nodded that his trip had been successful as they alighted onto an almost empty local bus heading toward Dahisar, claiming the back row where the worn seats offered privacy. Deepika, satisfied that he had succeeded in his task, left the details for later. She wasted no time: straight away, under the cover of her pallu, she slid her hand onto Gunmay's lap. Then she used her fingers to trace his semi-hard cock through his trousers as the bus rumbled along. "I've got a surprise for you," she murmured and reached into her handbag to pull out a small box.

She opened it to reveal a Chinese-made nipple pump consisting of a clear silicone cup attached to a manual squeeze bulb. "It's for me to look better for you," she explained as she leant in close. "You attach the cup to your nipple, give the bulb a few pumps, and it creates vacuum pressure which draws blood in and makes them swell up thick and super sensitive. I've been using it every night thinking of you and getting them so big, they ache for your mouth."

To prove her point, she glanced around to ensure they had privacy, then tugged down the plunging neckline of her sheer black blouse just enough to flash one of her pumped nipples. It was thumb-thick, dark and rigid, protruding like a stubby finger from her uncovered tit. "You know they are already bigger than your bitch mother's. Well, now they are going to be even bigger. Do you like them?"

Gunmay's eyes locked onto the distended sex nubbin, and his cock grew to full hardness in his trousers. "They're incredible. They were always much bigger than my mother's, but now they're something else. Yeah. I love how they stick out like that."

Deepika proudly tucked her boob back into her blouse with a deliberate slowness designed to excite her nephew. "Good boy. Now, let's see how hard you get for your aunty." As the bus rattled on and covered by her pallu, her fingers found and undid his zip, then teased him with a slow handjob. She stroked his thick shaft with gentle, twisting strokes until he was leaking precum, and whispered promises of what awaited at home. By the time they stumbled off at Dahisar, Gunmay was aching to fuck her, and Deepika's saree was damp with her own arousal.

They barely made it through the apartment door before she pounced, her hands clawing at his shirt as she dragged him towards the bedroom, stripping off her sheer black blouse and letting the red saree unravel mid-stride like a snake's discarded skin. Gunmay kicked off his shoes first, then shed his own clothes in a frantic blur like Clark Kent morphing into Superman. His cock sprung free and pointed at his nude aunt, ready for action.

She took him on the mattress in a frenzy of limbs, their bodies writhing like animals in heat. Deepika mounted him first, straddling his hips cowgirl style, her strong thighs clamping down as she impaled herself on his veined shaft with a deep guttural moan. Her full tits bounced wildly with each feral grind of her hips, and her nipple pump engorged nipples rubbed against his chest each time Gunmay pulled her down.

"Feel that, Gundu?" she wailed, rolling her pelvis in savage circles, her cunt walls gripping every inch of his cock. "This is what a real woman's pussy does. It tries to milk you dry. Not like your mother's dry, loose hole. My always-ready arse and cunt have ruined you for when she offers her frigid pretend bullshit. You need the best. Your aunt." Gunmay took pleasure from the fact that only his mother called him by her special nickname, Gundu and his aunt was using it now.

Gunmay groaned, his hands digging into her arse, thrusting up to meet her with equal need. But he was totally aroused and wanted more, so he flipped her over, pinning her wrists above her head and driving into her missionary-style. His strokes were rapid, deep and savage, skin slapping against skin as his balls smacked her arse with every plunge.

Deepika arched her back, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper, her boasts turning to ragged gasps. "Fuck me harder, my nephew. Show me why you're the prize for your mother and me to fight for. I'll make you cum buckets, more than that bitch of your mother ever can."

Their sweaty bodies worked overtime as they changed positions. Deepika rode him again, then Gunmay railed her from the side before she proffered herself doggystyle and he fucked her until her walls clenched in yet another shuddering orgasm, this time squirting inside her cunt over his cock.

Gunmay followed seconds later, flooding her depths with his first thick load, then a few seconds later with another wave of jism that made her eyes widen in ecstasy despite, from previous experience, expecting it. They collapsed in a heaving pile, bodies still entwined, her hand lazily stroking his spent cock.

Deepika reached for the small box on the nightstand and produced her new nipple pump. "Watch me use this. Not my nipples, but something better. Watch it make my clit swell up for you and be even more sensitive than these nipples. Then I need you to suck it."

Deepika propped herself up on the pillows, legs spread wide, her freshly fucked cunt still glistening with their combined juices. She attached the clear silicone cup to her clit, then gave the manual bulb a series of firm squeezes. Each pump drew a sharp intake of breath from her as the vacuum pressure built, drawing blood into the sensitive love bud and making it swell before Gunmay's eyes. What started as a prominent pearl ballooned outwards, thickening and lengthening until it protruded like a small plum. It was red, pulsing, and enormous: easily five times its normal size, hypersensitive and begging for attention.

"See that, Gundu? That's for you. I know that your mother hasn't got one like mine," she gasped, releasing the cup with a soft pop. "Now eat me. Suck my clit till I can't think straight."

Gunmay didn't hesitate, sliding down between her opened welcoming thighs, and his tongue flicked out to trace the swollen lips of her dark, wet pussy. He cupped her round arse, lifting her slightly as his mouth latched onto the enormous clit. Still amazed by what he was seeing, he sucked it gently at first, then with increasing hunger. His lips formed a seal while his tongue swirled and teased the bloated sex organ. Deepika screamed in pleasure, and her gold waist chain flicked against his forehead as she ground against his face, while the dangling chains from her belly button piercing brushed his cheeks.