Indian Mom Son Incest Novels & Stories

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.

Christian answered while scratching his neck and Mishka went silent for a few seconds. “You might hate me after listening to their story,” Mishka took a deep breath and started the story. My dad belonged to a very wealthy family. They were from one of the top ten business families in India. During his college days, my dad met my mom. They both were doing business majors and slowly fell in love with each other. They wanted to marry, but my grandfather was strictly against it because my mom was an orphan. He even tried to sell my mother to a brothel, but my dad saved her, and then they secretly got married. Aunt Ramya, who was mummy’s best friend and also an orphan, helped my parent to elope.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

Seeing that I did not seem to be lying, Lillian immediately started pleading. “Shea, please, give me back my son!” She grabbed Neil’s arm. “Help me convince your mom to return you to me! “Look at us. We actually look quite alike, don’t we?” Neil furiously shoved her away. “I told you, my mother is Shea Wilde, not you! Stop claiming me as your son! My mother raised me from birth. I have no interest in anyone else. If you want to find your son, go call the police!” Lillian snapped back, “Right! Call the police! Shea, I entrusted my son to you. Now you won’t give him back to me? I won’t let you off the hook!”

The pack members exchanged curious glances at the unexpected leadership transition, while Simon shared a triumphant grin with Zane and Ciara. In the next moment, Ciara sauntered over, a maternity report in hand, her fingers entwined with Zane’s. She tossed the paper at me and declared loudly, “Leia, you might not believe this, but I am actually Simon’s biological mother. The fertilized egg I had planted in your womb back then is my child with Zane. You’ve occupied the role of Simon’s mother for far too long. Now, it’s time for you to step aside and let the real family of three reunite.” Her bombshell sent shockwaves through the pack, prompting immediate criticism of Ciara for her boldness an

I sent the evidence to my boss and asked her to hire someone to post everything on the Internet. Many new trending topics appeared instantly. Some of them were "#Ungrateful and heartless son refuses to take advice", "#Lazy daughter-in-law cares more about younger brother and is loyal to her mother to a fault", and "#My in-laws are insatiable leeches who freeload everything off me". There was a lot of evidence being listed. The time when Mathias got severely punished during his high school years, the photos of my and Thomas' names being listed on our property deeds, and the official certificate that showed us having disowned Mathias were only part of the evidence.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

Both are so in need of one another when hit with this bullshit, even if Dane is the one thing I shouldn’t touch anymore. “I want him out of the house…I want him to get his hands off my daughter….. I cannot stomach watching this... Kayla, be reasonable. Dane is your half-brother… by blood. Anything you do is immoral. It’s not even legal.” My mom seems to find her voice, her command and shakes herself off. A sense of weird calm is coming over her now the shock of this has sunk in, and she leans out the catch my wrist and tugs at me. “Stop holding onto him. I can’t bear to see this. It’s incest.”

Jenn extended her arms up as Mom shoved her shirt off, saying, "I know I am, Mom." Mom reached behind my sister and unclipped her white bra, letting it drop. Jenn's nipples were long and hard. She moaned as Mom caressed her modest breasts, "I hadn't touched a woman since college, and having that woman as my daughter was amazing. I'd watched April and all, so I knew I was into incest." Mom leaned over and sucked one of Jenn's nipples. I looked over. Dad was stroking his cock, staring. Mom caught my eye, "Well?"

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.