Indian Incest Novels & Stories

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.

Nityam never believed in the bullshit of people that "For the sake of the other side you have to stay away from the other side." Nityam only had one principle, if you want something then get it. ***** Manoj Mathur's real name was Avinash Khurana. He grew up in a well-educated family and had a good life all the time. But, when he was a child, he had once accidentally discovered his well-educated after sexually abusing his mother on the bed. From that time his personality start to disorder. He has a mental illness. But in fact, he had inherited it from the Khurana family.

All hell broke loose, and when the princess’ body was found, naked, together with another man, it was impossible to cover the whole thing up. How could they, really? I nodded along even if Abigail latched onto me like a mite. Where were you? What were you doing? Well, at least I could sincerely tell her that I wouldn’t do anything improper to Ruthina, wouldn’t even touch her, let alone do something like that. After all, we were relatives, cousins. So what if Uncle allowed cousin marriages? For me, it is still incest, and in our backwater county, people are old-school, and everyone knows that you can’t get good children from such unions!

She exclaimed loudly as she liked both Christian and Nikhil and she liked the idea of having two daddies like Ivaan. “Let’s sleep Kiara, you blabber nonsense when you are extremely tired.” She said, turning to turn off the lights when Kiara spoke again. “I am saying truth, mummy. I watched a series with Aryan Mamu where a beautiful aunty married five handsome uncles and they all were happy together.” Mishka facepalmed herself as she recalled Aryan watching one of the greatest mythological ancient Indian epics. Mishka asked him not to show it to Kiara as she doesn’t understand Hindi much and now she was demeaning all the meanings connecting the wrong dots.

They fucked me in perfect rhythm, using me like their personal toy. I was moaning like a whore, completely lost in pleasure. They flipped me over and bent me over the counter. Damien buried his cock in my ass while Daddy took my pussy from below. Double penetration — my stepfather and stepbrother filling both my holes at the same time. “Take it, you disgusting incest slut,” Damien snarled, spanking my ass red as he reamed my shithole. “Getting double-stuffed by Daddy and your big brother in the kitchen like a cheap whore.”

The late-night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did. "You know," Manuela said to Marika, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time." "That's what they say about incest," Marika replied. "Once you start, you can't stop." "Who says?" Manuela asked with keen interest. "The books I've read about it," Marika answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."

These kinds of old men are known as lucky bastards. But who knows if they had sex or not? Even if Vikas deny Jagdish was very excited. So, of course, it is possible they had sex. Actually, Jagdish reached out to Neha's mom and she said that her daughter can sleep with him but they need to be careful with letting Vikas know. And in return, Jagdish promised to provide money and gifts every time he had sex with Neha. So, whenever Vikas would have other women in bed and Neha was free and Jagdish also managed to move out of his home. He would take her to his farmhouse and would fuck her. He would also invite some of his friends and they would have gang bang on Neha. It also started when she was 1

Jimmy had already been drawing back his hips, and he had asked the question as he had sunk his spermy cock back into his mother's messy cunt. Chelsea had whimpered, but nodded her ascent. "Y-yes pumpkin. Another time should be fine." Without ever taking out his cock out of Chelsea, Jimmy had pumped another three loads of baby batter into her womb before he had let his soft cock slip out of her battered pussy. Both mother and son had watched as a torrent of incestuous seed had seeped out of her bright pink lips to dribble down her thighs and asshole.

After that, Indira and Arya Wiratama have become legally recognized father and daughter. Indira still remembers that she and her mother were dumped by the man for less than five million. Indira never expected that one day, Arya Wiratama would seek her out and force her to learn her family tree. Although Indira was disgusted with the man, she had to bow her head for the money.

he whispered, grinding his hips slightly against mine. I felt it. Oh God, I felt it. A hard, thick ridge pressing against my belly through his sweatpants. He was hard. My uncle was hard, and he was pressing his erection against me. My brain was in absolute fragments. This was wrong. This was incestuous. This was forbidden. But I was so wet. I was soaking through my panties, the liquid heat pooling between my legs. "Uncle Ryder..." I moaned, the title feeling dirty and erotic on my tongue.