Incest India Novels & Stories

His flesh was now glistening as more and more precum oozed from that mushroom-shaped tip. "Yes, baby," she confessed. "Not until I saw your cock and call out dirty things you should never, ever say." Levi groaned and squeezed his rigid cock flesh tighter. His mother was just now seeing how much he loved her watching him. Maybe just watching and being watched would be enough for them without resorting to actual fucking to satisfy themselves. No one could ever come back from anything as wrong as mother-son incest. What they'd been doing so far was already bad enough, but at least she could hold her head up and tell herself she wasn't one of those desperate women who fuck their own sons.

“Do you know the murderer or suspect anyone?” “I know the murderer, but don’t have any evidence against him.” He said, and Mishka listened to him attentively. “Every detail is in this file. Please have a look.” The man said and slid the green file in her direction. “Since the case is filed in India, I’ll refer to this case to my friend and he will help you,” Mishka said while opening the file and the next word died in her mouth, when her eyes landed on the picture of the politician who once molested her back in India and wanted to spend a night with her in an exchange of giving back the orphanage. Her gaze shifted to the other picture of his dead body where his hands were cut off.

“Taste the blood you share while I fuck it out of her. This is the true union of Naga and Devi.” Priya obeyed, extending her tongue to catch the dripping nectar from her own sister’s cunt as her own pussy was ravaged. Vikram switched with unholy precision — pulling out of Priya’s gaping, creamy hole with a wet pop and driving straight into Lakshmi’s incestuous pussy. His sister screamed as her own sister’s man’s thick cock forced its way inside her, stretching her velvety walls mercilessly. He fucked her with savage, short strokes, one hand stroking Priya’s clit while the other choked his sister lightly, reminding her of the blood they shared.

This wasn’t just a smear campaign—this was an execution. The comments flooding in were even worse. > "They look too much alike. The resemblance isn’t a coincidence. He’s been breeding her for years." "This isn’t just incest, this is grooming." "So, are they planning to have kids? Will they come out normal or have extra limbs?" "She walks around like she owns him, like he belongs to her. I bet she’s the one who seduced him first." "She lets him touch her in public like that? Imagine what they do behind closed doors."

I:- No! Neil:- you have a Son? I:- yes! One year old. Board member 1:- you have a baby without wedlock? I:- yes sir! Board member 2:- This is India, Ms. Porishma Das, not a foreign country where you can do whatever you want to do. Do you know Sleeping with a man and being pregnant without marriage isn't our culture? I:- It's my life and it depends on me to do whatever I like and about having a baby before marriage it's my choice and I choose my baby over marriage or anything else.

It wasn't as though I wasn't old enough to consider the complications of incest, and it was unacceptable by the mass majority. I knew better. My mind knew better. My body was another thing. Lust was lust, no matter who created it. My pussy throbs remembering what I watched. My brain won't let up on what-if scenarios. I enjoy sex and a lot of it. My brain is having a tough time separating the taboo of this kind of sex.

The way her smooth skin bends into curves gave me an instant satisfaction that made my nipples bite with a hardness that made them hurt. And then worst of all, when I mistakenly bumped into a hot video of her touching herself on her phone, one she sent to her boyfriend. My pussy almost ripped out from between my legs. An overwhelming sweetness that I masturbated to for more than a week. But I couldn’t let it out. While I dumped my bags into the trunk of the rider’s car. Mom and Father stood over by, Mom’s head on Father’s chest like some dream lovey- dovey couple. It took all the strength in me not to have my mind fixed on ruining their public display of affection.

“Your father is a fool. He doesn’t know how to satisfy a woman. But you, beta, you’re different. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” She stood up, pressing her body against his, her full breasts crushing against his chest. “I want you to fuck me, Lalit. I want you to put a baby in my belly. To make me yours.” Lalit groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips. “Mom, we shouldn’t… It’s incest.” Poonam’s hand slid down to cup his hard bulge, squeezing gently. “So what if it is? It feels good, doesn’t it? The thought of fucking your own mother, of filling her with your seed?”

I stared at the depraved words, smiling in self satisfaction and when I tapped on the search bar, different suggestions flodded my screen. ~Stepbrother catches me masturbating and he fucks my tight pussy in exchange to keep it as secret~ ~Stepbrother has a big dick which doesn't fits my hole but after a finger fuck, it expands~ ~Step sister gets caught fingering herself and brother teases her pussy until she cums out much juice~ These was all I got from simply typing in 'incest'. All the videos dripped with sin, making my pussy throb with need and when I couldn't help it anymore longer, I tapped on the last suggestion.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen