Manoj’s Incest

Note : This story is completely fictional!

That's the chant that I heard as a assess as boys when we
teased about sex. Most of them had only had sex with their hands
and pillows and whatever else boys jack off with. We would sit in
a group in some distant place, whispering our doubts more than our
knowledge. Finally someone would mention Manoj's sister. She had
big tits and wore tight skirts and was fifteen. That's when we
would taunt him with 'Incest is Best in the world’. He has no dad he passed when his childhood in his home he stayed with mom and his lovely sis only

Later, each of us would find our secret place; the bathroom,
bed or closet and jack off thinking about Manoj's sister and
wishing we were him. We knew just how we would fuck her.

We fucked Manoj’s sister a million times in our minds.
We don't know if Manoj fucked her in his mind or for real.(It is very deadfall sin in our indian culture.) He always brushed our comments aside but there was something about his lack of conviction that made me wonder.

Then on hot summer day, I went by Manoj's house to see if he
wanted a chemistry guidebook. I knocked on the main door there is no answer from the inside ( His home doorbell is not working that he told me yesterday) so I got ot the kitchen side the back of his house . I knocked again the screen
door at the kitchen and nothing happened. I could hear the roar of
the big old box fan that his mother sat in the window to pull air
in. I knocked again. Just the fan sound only. 

I turned to leave when I heard the witty sound deep inside
the old house. I listened and I heard it again. It was like a
slosh. All kinds of weird and nasty images flashed through
my mind. scared to go in and frightened to leave I knocked again.
Nothing. Then the gurgling sound.

I eased the screen door open and stepped inside. On the forth
step into the kitchen, the floor creaked and I froze. I could just
see some mad killer bursting into the room and slashing me to bits.
The sound came again and this time lasted longer. Visions of
heroics flashed into my adolescent mind as I envisaged rescuing
Manoj and his family from the wrath of a psycho killer.

A little braver, I crept into the hall and edged down the dark
cavern. The roar of the fan was louder. At the edge of a door, I
hung suspended. The sound was there again and I could hear the
creak of bedsprings. For what seemed like years I edged toward the
door. Inch by inch I moved my left eye to the edge of the door. I
don't think I made a noise but inside my mind I heard this loud
gasp.

On the bed were two naked, sweating people. My heart is pumped like an cruise engine there what I saw it is not to believe my eyes. Manoj's mother( She is 40 or above but very sexy lady with big boobs and very large ass cheeks)
lay on her back, her large breasts rolling in waves with the motion
of the bed. The dark nipples were pointing toward the ceiling. Her
red fingernails clutched at the round big ass that worked between her
skewed thighs. Her eyes were clamped shut and she gurgled and
rasped each time the hips between her thighs slammed against her.
The body on top of her worked back and forth and the bed springs
creaked with each thrust.

Here was my first unmasked, naked exposure to passion. I was
entranced until I looked again. The sounds and smells of sex
flooded my senses as I watched the hard shaft of a cock piston in
and out of the drooling cunt. The body on the end of that cock was oh! god it her only son my friend Manoj! I can’t believe it what a horrible sin is this here is a son and his own mum oh! God! But I can’t leave from there. He was lost in the throes of passion, fucking his own mother!

Just then, his mom began to jerk and bounce, lifting Manoj
totally off the bed. Her mouth gaped open and she moaned and
gasped. Her fingers clutched at her son’s plunging ass cheeks.
They moaned and moaned not finding the words to tell each other how good it felt fucking like this! Finally his mom told him
"Give it to Mamma!" she rasped. "fuck me hard, son!" It feels so good so right my son! Oh yes!!

Between their mouth and body noises and the rattle and creak
of the old bed, “Yes baby, cum in me. Oh God, I"m cumming too! Oh yes cumming and cummmmmmmming!! GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!”I probably could have screamed and they would never have heard it. I didn't I was frozen. Wide eyed I stared at the final jerks and thrusts and watched them collapse into a wheezing,
sweating heap.

The hard-on in my jeans raked across the door facing as I
finally tore myself away from the scene. Blood was pounding in my
head and in my dick. I crept back to the screen door and slipped
out.

A strange mixture of emotions haunted me for several days. I
was in possession of a secret that was too large for my years. I
tired to act the same around Manoj but I wasn't having much luck.
Finally, one afternoon, while sitting in the bathroom, the picture
of those two sweating bodies came back and my dick was instantly
hard. I remembered the smells and sounds and before I could think
about it, my hand found my cock and I was shooting a load that
seemed to last forever. As the last few ripples of pleasure coursed
through me I remembered the violence on the bed as they had done
the same. 

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