Indian Mom Son Incest Novels & Stories

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

Way too handsome and young for a man my mom was dating. My pulse raced as I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was almost impossible. There was something about him that had my attention immediately locked. I watched my mom hug him and plant a little kiss on his lips before she held his hand and turned to me “Veronica, this is Joshua,” my mom said. “Joshua, this is my daughter, Veronica.” “Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter?” Joshua whispered to her, wide-eyed “I’m so sorry I never said anything before. I… I just thought you’d be alarmed and-”

"Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!" Wow. He really had an excuse ready for everything. Suppressing a laugh, I just smirked. "So, what finally got you to snap out of it?" Henry's face twisted, something dark flashing in his eyes. "That woman... she's nuts! "She only got close to me because my kidneys were a match for her daughter, who has renal failure! "She acted all sweet to get me to donate one. And when I refused, she had me kidnapped to take it by force!"

I had sex with that son of a bitch all over again after I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to do it and that’s when my mom saw us . My mom sees me in bed with her husband and she’s so furious, so angry , so mad at me and what she does . She told me the craziest thing that I didn’t want to hear . She asked my fucking step father to have sec with me , they wanted me to be a baby producing machine to them . I thought that he loved me , I thought that even though what we had was forbidden , I thought that we had something together. I thought that this is going to get something that would turn out to be better but I was wrong , I was so freaking wrong about it .

I immediately opened it. "Don't panic, Mrs. Darlene, When you sent that amazing picture of your breasts, you sent it from your personal email, which shows your name. With that, it was easy for me to find your information on the Internet. So I know your full name Damon Darli,birthday is October 1st, and that you have a son. I might have to visit you very soon for some naughty fun. You could pretend you've taken in a boarder, and then I could fuck you every day. Would you like that, Darlene ?Your sweet pussy getting fucked by a young huge cock over and over? Please send me more pics, I want to see your pussy, Don't worry, your details are safe with me, I won't tell anyone."

He didn't understand it, but supposed he could see it in the sense of the 'mom' being a sexy older woman and a son with a serious Oedipus complex. The sexual aspects were one thing, but crap like that; 'back where he came from' was just kind of gross. There were a slew of similar comments as well as people begging her to please not only let them know when she fucked her son, but to post pictures of it! All of them had incest related Twitter handles and bios going on and on about wanting to fuck their mom or son. The young guys saying they wanted their mother didn't shock him as much as the older women lusting for their sons and wishing his mom luck.

"Billy rubs his mom's feet and she lets him rub more!" "Joel's Mom makes his wet dream, a hot reality" "Oh that's nasty," I muttered while looking at an older woman dressed in sexy Santa lingerie. "Matt's Mom introduces him to a special Christmas Tradition." I shuddered at the photo of a video where a mother was in her hands and knees, a look of absolute pleasure on her face as her son fucked her doggy style. The son was not only fucking her, but pulling her long red hair and.... I stopped and again scanned the stills of the videos. Every woman had long red hair. Tommy wasn't just watching mother son incest videos but bookmarking women who....

“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?”

Mom hummed to herself and then purred, "Maybe. Maybe not. You are a young single man. You're obviously virile, if the stories I've heard about you are true. I am glad that you inherited my sex drive and prowess in bed, by the way. You're also handsome, intelligent, and very fit. So I would argue that you are exactly the person whose opinion I want." I chuckled and argued, "Well, sure, but I'm also your son, so it's not like anything could happen between us, Mom." Mom hummed to herself and retorted, "Not necessarily, honey." I stuttered and replied, "Well, that is incest, Mom. It's kind of frowned upon."