With Your Own Flesh and Blood

by Vidhya Sood (A Guest Post)

Jun 14, 2023

I had first talked about Vidhya Sood in Concupiscence: Issue #18. Years ago, when I was thinking about writing erotica, Vidhya had already published dozens of Indian Erotica books. We got in touch, and she had been kind enough to write a guest story for After a Good Date.
She had this story in works for quite sometimes, but Amazon’s publications policies didn’t allow her to write this story. After a Good Date has always been a celebration of desire. Dark and not so dark desires. Talking with Vidhya has been a pleasure, she’s sweet and at the same time, there’s a deep sensuality to everything she says. You can find her other books at her Author Page on Amazon.
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Your Own Flesh and Blood is unlike anything which you will find on this Substack. The entire story is by Vidhya, with my erotica art. Happy Reading!

Trigger Warning: Incest

None of my previous stories ever had trigger warnings, although, I have been told that I should have put up a trigger warning for About a Common Whore.

Your Own Flesh and Blood is an incest story. Vicky is 18 years-old, and has his mind twisted with porn. Pinky, is 34 years-old, his mother, and a maid to a couple, who have their own perverted tastes. If non-natural intimacy between a mother and a son trigger you, do not read further. And if it doesn’t, then, well, you are in for a treat!

Vicky, a six feet tall, lean boy with curly hair, was eighteen years old and pursuing his engineering while staying in a hostel. He hailed from a family of single mother in a small town who worked really hard as maid servant at many homes to make her only son an engineer, so that he doesn’t have to struggle the way she did. But, Vicky probably had the same fate as her because he was neither good nor interested in studies, and would just somehow manage passing marks. He wasn’t even interested in art or sports, but instead was too much into porn and had a deep kink for licking vaginas – a kink that ruled in his head but he had never gotten an opportunity to experience it. He was not only a person with an unimpressive lean, non-muscular body, but was also an underconfident introvert boy.

Having watched too much porn, the only way he could think of fulfilling his fantasy was by becoming a masseuse. There weren’t any massage parlours that offered a male masseuse to women, and he was mocked by few parlours when he had approached for a job. In the end, he registered himself as a ‘massage at home’ on JustDial. But, even that didn’t work at all as he didn’t get even a single query. The last attempt into his new profession that he could think of was to do a body massage course, as he thought probably that would lead him to getting some work. Massage courses were costly but his college fees were even costlier. He decided to wait for a month, and when he would get money from home to pay the college fees, he would divert the same toward a massage course. He told himself that once he started making money from his massage at home business, he would pay the fees and no one will ever come to know of it.

God saved him from doing this blunder, but that save came dressed in a bad news. His mother had met with an accident and with no one to take care of her, he was asked to come back home on urgent basis. All his urges were totally forgotten, and he was so broken to the news that he kept crying all eight hours of the bus journey he took to reach his home. As he reached his home in the slums of the town, he was welcomed by an old neighbor who was waiting for him.

‘Pinky was crossing the highway after finishing her work at the houses on the other side of the road when she got hit by a car, and the other speeding car ran over her legs.’ The old lady told in her shivering voice that broke Vicky even more. ‘God has been just kind enough that Pinky just had incurred fractures. She could have even died.’ The old lady consoled him.

‘Where is she?’

‘She is sleeping inside. We brought her home just an hour ago, and because of the injections she is in deep sleep.’ The old lady pointed towards the bedroom of the one BHK house of Pinky. ‘Now, listen to me carefully.’

‘Yes.’

‘We all are here for you.’ She was mentioning about the neighbors. ‘Do not worry about the food or anything and at any point of time.’

‘I know.’

‘But, it is only you who will have to take care of her. She had broken both her legs – the ankles. For every small, small things she will be dependent on you. Forget about walking, she cannot even put her feet on the floor.’

‘I will do everything required.’

‘You will have to take care of her, the way she used to take care of your when you was a kid.’

‘Yes, yes, yes.’ He was in deep emotional state.

‘Now, I will go. There is work pending at my house as well. I will send the dinner in time.’

‘Thank you so much.’

‘Shut up with your thank you. And, knock on any door, at any time, for anything.’

‘Yes. Sure.’

The old lady gave him a warm hug and left. Vicky left his luggage their itself, and went to see his mother after closing the main door.

As he entered the bedroom, he saw his mother lying on a single bed with both her feet plastered. An even deep surge of pain hit his heart. As he went close, he saw that she was still in the same saree she had met that accident in. The stains of the dirt were still there, and also were the dried blood coating at the bottom of her saree. Apart from her feet, there were few cleaned bruises on her hand and elbows as well, and also one sleeve of her blouse was cleanly cut off to clean the bruises on her shoulder. Pinky was one of those who got married when she was minor, and she had become a mother when she was still a minor. This left very little age gap between Pinky and Vicky.

Vicky didn’t know what to do, so he just pulled the only plastic chair they had from the hall to the room and sat beside her. The dinner from the neighbor was served in time, and his mother had still been deep asleep. He ate his meal on strong instruction of the neighboring uncle who had brought food, stating firmly that he needed to take care of himself well and only then he would be able to take good care of his mother.

Vicky again went back to the room and didn’t realise when he fell asleep on the chair itself. Very much like her mother, even he was still in the same clothes he had travelled in.

It was sometime around two in the night when Pinky woke up only to see a head on her bed.

‘Is that you, Vicky?’ She couldn’t miss recognizing her son, especially the one with curly hair. Her fingers barely managed to reach his head and she roughed his hair.

‘Mummy. You okay?’ He woke up immediately to the touch and voice.

‘I am all fine, my boy.’ She said with a smile but her eyes had tears.

‘Mummy…’ He came up and hugged her and again broke down.

‘It is fine. Don’t worry.’

‘Yes, yes. You are fine.’ He gathered himself, as this was also instructed to him by the old lady – not to be weak in front of her. It is your strength that will give her strength.

‘Doctors have exaggerated the rest to two months. I will be back to my usual self, much faster. And now, since you are here, I will recover even faster.’

‘Of course.’

‘I need some water.’ She told him.

‘Yes.’ He immediately filled a glass of water lying nearby and handed her.

‘Help me get up.’

‘Yes.’

With his support she sat straight and drank two glasses of water. ‘I also need to pee.’

‘Yes, sure.’ The immediate thought that came to him was to help her walk till the bathroom, which they had got constructed with the help of government scheme, but as soon as his eyes landed on her fractured feet, a sad surge hit him again. Pinky sensed it immediately and felt sad.

‘Just give me that bottle.’ She pointed towards the white plastic pee bottle that was bought from the hospital, because it was on the list provided by the government hospital of what all things will be required for her to recover at home.

‘Okay.’ He handed her the bottle and left the room, waiting for her to finish, but he heard her calling him much sooner. And when he re-entered the room, the bottle was still empty, and her saree was raised till her knees.

‘You done?’ He asked, even though he doubted.

‘I will need much more help of yours.’ There was a sadness in her tone. ‘It won’t be easy.’ She added.

‘Don’t think too much. Just tell me what needs to be done, and I will do anything for you, Mummy.' And he walked up to her like a devoted son.

‘I need to take off my panty. I tried doing it, bit by bit by moving my hips, but that’s hurting my feet.’ She expressed her helplessness.

‘Oh.’ This wasn’t something he was expecting. ‘Tell me how.’ His voice got low.

‘I will lift my body using my hands, and you will have to pull down my panty.’ She said in a guiding tone.

‘Okay.’ He nodded.

Pinky was a pretty woman with a height of five-feet five inches, and weighed between 65kg to 70 kg. And because of being employed in manual works, she had very attractive vitals of 34D-28-36. She was extremely fair with curly hair, like his son.

Pinky placed her hands on the bed, right next to her buttocks and lifted herself up. And, as told, Vicky slid his hands inside her saree and started moving his hands towards her waist. Pinky could feel his hands shivering as those crossed her knees and were rubbing against her hairless thighs, and he was still required to go further up. His hands paused for a moment, when it touched the fabric of her panty, but then he went further up as it was now a matter of only couple of inches. But then…

‘I cannot reach the elastic.’ He murmured.

‘Oh.’ And she remembered that she wore her high-waist panties pulled up, and tied her petticoat lower on the panty so that she doesn’t get hurt by tightness of the string of her petticoat. Also, she tucked her saree inside her panty so that her saree is tightly held and remains intact while working. ‘The elastic is tucked in my saree. You won’t be able to reach it.’ She informed her son.

‘Now what?’

‘Umm…’ She thought for a moment and came up with a solution. ‘Hold my panty from below the elastic and pull it down.’

‘Ok.’ Vicky moved his hands towards the outer sides of his mother’s legs, inside the saree, and held the brim of her panty. He again paused for a split second and then pulled it, but it not only just stretched the fabric of the panty but also gave a jerk that ended up in pain in Pinky’s feet.

‘Ah!’ She winced, and he didn’t pull it again. Pinky let her buttocks rest back on the cotton mattress, and her hands could not hold it anymore. ‘My saree has to be removed.’ She spoke while getting her hands on the folds in the front of her saree, and by now she was finding it a bit difficult to hold on to the pressure on her bladder. Vicky pulled his hands out, and was thinking of leaving the room, but then both of them realised that the saree was wrapped around and it cannot be taken off without her buttocks again being in the air. ‘Be quick.’ She pleaded in her tone, and Vicky understood the emergency.

‘Yes.’

The mother again lifted herself in the same way, and this time her son quickly worked on his hands and the saree was removed in a swift manner. She again let her buttocks back on the bed to rest her arms and also to untie the tight strings of her petticoat. Once the knot was undone, she again lifted herself up, and Vicky inserted his hands inside the petticoat and reached for the elastic of the panty and pulled it down. The elastic of the panty was above the waistband of the petticoat, and Vicky was pulling the panty down in a hurry, and so, as a result of these things, her petticoat slipped down blow her hip bones and was just barely covering her pubic area.

So, finally the panty was off, but she could not hold her bladder for the time to let her son leave the room, or even to put the bottle between her legs from beneath the petticoat. She quickly picked the bottle, pulled her petticoat down and held the mouth of the bottle at her vaginal opening. With-in a second, she had her eyes closed to the relaxation as the hissing sound started filling the bottle with her yellow discharge. Vicky did leave the room, but he had witnessed a hairless pubic for the first time in his real life.

Vicky waited for enough time before he heard his mother calling him. And, this time when he entered the room, her mother was sitting straight in just her petticoat and blouse with the bottle of her urine in her hand.

‘You will have to cut this out.’ She pointed towards the panty that was stuck around her calves.

‘Yes.’ He brought a rusted scissor from the kitchen and cut her panty from the sides and removed it.

‘Throw this. Else, it will make the entire room stink.’ And she handed him the urine bottle.

Once he had thrown the urine, washed the bottle, and brought it back to the room, she told him that she was hungry. With a smile, he heated the soup and served her. It was a good quantity and it filled her nicely, and also their light-hearted conversation during the meal filled her heart well. Later, on her insistence, he freshened up and changed into something comfortable before sleeping, and on his reluctance, he slept in the same room, on the floor, so that he was readily available whenever she needed him.

In the morning, their sleep was broken with the doorbell ringing with the breakfast. It was a neighboring aunty, and he told her that she was fast asleep when she expressed her wish to meet the injured lady. He kept the breakfast in the kitchen and came back into the room to see her mother fully awake, and with her urine bottle filled again.

‘I will throw it and clean it.’

‘There is more.’

‘What happened?’

‘I need to pass the stool.’ She informed him.

‘Okay.’ There was silence for a moment. He should have been expecting this, but he wasn’t. Even she didn’t realise that such a situation might come up, even after the pee experience the previous night. ‘Tell me what I need to do.’

‘Bring that.’ She pointed towards the bed pot, that was in the shape of a western commode.

‘Yes.’ Vicky brought it.

‘Now pull my petticoat down and place the pot under my bums, when I left myself up.’ She told him without looking at him, instead while untying the strings of her petticoat.

‘Hmm.’ Vicky just nodded and confirmed that he had heard her.

Once the string was untied completely, she lifted herself like the previous night for peeing, but only after closing her eyes. Once her body was suspended in the air, Vicky pulled her petticoat down till her knees, baring her private area in the full, and placed the pot right under her massive and naked thirty-six inches buttocks. Her buttocks were so heavy that the pot literally rubbed her bottoms as he pushed it at the right place.

‘You will also have to spread my buttocks, otherwise the inner parts of my bums will also get soiled.’ She spoke fast, that meant even he should be quick to do it.

‘How?’ He asked.

Pinky sat on the pot, relieving her arms, and opening her eyes. The sensation of being covered at the bust and everything below the knees, but completely naked between these two in front of her son was a difficult situation to handle. But, what was hovering over her head was the pressure building in his bowel to be released. She looked at him and understood that spreading her bums wasn’t feasible with him being at her side. She thought for a moment and then told him to get behind her, on the bed.

‘Ok.’

This time there was no need for her to close her eyes. Being almost naked from below, with her entire body between her breasts and her knees exposed to her only son, she was now to make mental peace with it. There was at least a month, if not two, for her plaster to be removed, and she would need to go through this at least once every day. Vicky got behind her and she again lifted herself, and Vicky felt something very different when he grabbed his mother’s buttocks and spread them wide to let her anus be freed to poop in the pot. It didn’t give him the feeling of touching a pair of buttocks, but that of groping a cheesy pair of ass.

Vicky left the room once she was settled on the pot, but his mind remained there in the room with the images running past his eyes, and the feel of her body continuously coming back to his hands. And it wasn’t just the images and feel of what he had experienced few minutes back, he was also recalling how her thighs felt, and how her panty was weathered at the crotch, and how the hissing sound of her peeing was. He was getting deeper in his thoughts when his mom called for him. As he came out of his thoughts, he realised he had an erection, and since he had changed into a comfortable sleepwear the previous night, he wasn’t wearing an underwear beneath his pajama. He quickly pulled his erection upwards and held its tip by the waist of his pajama and walked towards the bedroom.

As he entered he saw that her mom was still sitting on the pot.

‘Done?’ He asked.

‘Yes. But…’

‘But? But what? Tell me without any hesitation.’

‘I will need my bottom to be washed.’

‘Ah.’ It was only after she had said that he realised that after pooping, humans need to wash their bottoms. Now, this was a tricky situation for the Vicky who he was before grabbing his mother’s ass and spreading those cheesy bums. And, that’s why in every tricky situation so far, it was the mother who had found solutions. But this time, even he got himself thinking to find a solution to this.

‘We can use the tub from the bathroom to stop the water from wetting the bed. But to wash it, it needs to be in the air.’ Vicky started speaking his mind.

‘Yes. And it needs to be so high up in the air, that the tub, water and your hand can be operative. I can’t hold myself so high. And I can’t put pressure on my feet.’

‘Yes.’

The situation was actually very tricky for them. Generally, in hospitals, nurses wipe clean the anus, but wipes were too elite an idea for these poor dwellers to even come up with.

‘There is one way. It will hurt my feet a bit, but that’s the only way I can think of.’ Mother said.

‘Hurt your feet?’ Vicky got worried.

‘Just a little. More of a discomfort because my leg will need to be moved.’ Mother consoled her son.

‘Okay. What will I need to do?’

‘I will roll down to my left, to get on to my stomach.’

‘Then, how will I put the tub?’ He was confused.

‘I will then lift my bottoms up, and you can put the tub underneath it. Then, you can wash me and the tub will collect the water.’

‘Right.’ It made sense to both of them. ‘Let me get the tub and water.’ Saying this, he left for the bathroom and the thought of his mother’s buttock spread out facing him, made him throb inside his pajama.

He came back in the room carrying a bucket of water with a mug, and the tub that was used for washing clothes, where her mother was still sitting in the same position but had removed her petticoat, as spreading her legs with the petticoat around her knees or ankles wouldn’t be possible.

‘Help my move my leg.’ She told him.

‘Sure.’

Pinky lied down with the pot under her bottom, and then started rolling towards her side, while Vicky carefully moved her leg. Once she was on her stomach, she parted her legs with his help. He brought the tub, to be placed between her knees and then said…

‘More.’ The tub was almost two feet in diameter.

‘Hmm.’ Vicky again started moving her leg to be ever wider, and stopped when he was sure that the tub would fit in, and it fitted just marginally. Pinky could feel the edge of the tub on her inner knees. And then she started folding into a doggy position, and it felt like things happening in slow motion for Vicky.

His mother’s massive buttocks, coming up, and the buttock cheeks spreading automatically because of the spread knees, and then the view of what was to washed off the hairless closed hole which too opened up a little because her bottoms were spread to that extent, as the knees were quite wide apart.

Vicky brought the bucket of water and the mug to the bed. He poured the first one and moved his hand to wash off what was needed. Vicky felt a great sensation that throbbed his prick to the extent that it slipped from the hold of the pajama’s waistband and created a tent in his pajama. He didn’t bother to correct it, as his mother anyway was having her back towards him.

What needed to be cleaned was cleaned in the first attempt itself, but he wanted to feel more, and neither his mother doubted anything, as no one washes off with just one attempt when washing themselves.

In the second time, he used just his finger rubbing the dried fig shaped opening, and the third time he rubbed the opening with the tip of his finger. This time, the mother felt something odd in his behavior, but, when on the fourth time he inserted just the tip of his finger in there, she had to ask.

‘Is it not yet washed?’

‘I wash myself little in also. I read it in my college library.’

‘Oh, okay.’ She trusted the college library as she herself hadn’t ever been to even a school.

With the okay, Vicky entered almost an inch of his finger while pouring water over it slowly. Pinky, anyway was in a bent position, so she just moved her head towards him to see what was happening and she spotted his hard on from between her legs. She breathed deep. She knew that her son was an eighteen-year-old teenager, who could have never even imagined of witnessing a beauty like her having her bottoms protruded towards his face. If he wasn’t having an erection in this situation, she would have been worried. The thought made her squeeze her bottom, and that stopped Vicky from getting carried away in his act.

‘It is clean, now.’

‘Wipe it dry.’

‘Yes.’ He picked the small piece of gamchha lying on the bed and wiped the anus.

‘Wipe all that is wet. Like my legs and all.’ She asked.

‘Oh, yes.’ He didn’t realise that the water had drenched some other parts also, and the most prominent part amongst these was her hairless vagina.

The gamchha piece of cloth was anyway of a thin fabric, and after wiping the anus, it had become even thinner. Vicky when wiped her vagina with the thin fabric around his finger, and he felt a softness he had never imagined to be existent on the planet. And it was such a shocking surprise for him, that he did not repeat it.

Once she was dry, and turned back into her original sitting position after the pot had been removed from the bed, she asked him for further help.

‘It felt so fresh to have been cleaned by water.’

‘I can understand.’

‘I haven’t been cleaned even after the accident. Just bring me a towel, and leave the bucket of water and mug here. I will clean myself, by the time you wash the pot and the tub.’

‘Ok.’ The only towels they used were the thin fabric gamchha towels.

Once he went to the bathroom, she removed the last cloth on her body that was her blouse and cleaned herself nicely with the wet towel. And when he came back, she was covering her bust with her gamchha towel and her hand, while the rest of her body was totally naked.

‘Give me one of your shirts. All my blouses are too tight, and I want to feel free.’

‘Yes, yes.’

Vicky gave her a white cotton shirt. She wore it, and buttoned it up properly, and then kept a bedsheet nearby to cover herself whenever someone comes to meet, otherwise, there was now nothing to hide from her son except her breasts. Once he had freshened-up, they both had their breakfast and again fell asleep like the previous night. Vicky woke-up early, as he wasn’t having the effect of strong medication, and saw that her feet were nicely apart and the shirt had risen up. He could not only see the same hairless vagina from the front angle, but could also see the labia coming out from the frontal opening. He actually removed his pajama and shagged himself to that view.

Rest of the day went well, with him cleaning the house – mopping and dusting, washing utensils and clothes etc.

In the evening, couple of neighbor aunties, her friends, came to meet her, and then left wishing her fast recovery. The night again went well, and the next day too started the same way. But the difference came when she was on all her fours to let him wash her bums after she was done with pooping.

As he poured water and actually got her cleaned in the first time itself, and yet he continued the cleaning pretense, instead of her anus, he gave more attention to her vagina as he had never known how a vagina felt like until the previous day. It wasn’t difficult for her mother to realise that he was playing with her, and she let him do for two reasons. One - her son was anyway doing a lot for her and the situations were such that it was but natural for him to get attracted towards her, and at the same time she was liking his touch in a different way.

Rest of the day went as usual, with some visitors from the neighborhood, and rest of the time with her sleeping and some chit-chat about his college etc. It was now time for the dinner, when Pinky ask her son to bring him a bucket of water and a gamchha towel as she needed to clean herself with wet towel to feel fresh.

Vicky gave her the required and left the room. Pinky cleaned herself properly but couldn’t manage to clean her back. And she called him back.

‘Yes, mummy.’ Vicky asked with a little surprise to see her mother sitting completely naked covering her bust with her hands.

‘Clean my back. My hands aren’t reaching there.’

‘Yes.’ With this Vicky came up and sat behind her.

As he started using the wet towel, he couldn’t stop looking at the naked and amazingly shining back of her mother that ended down to her wide hips. He had seen her naked hips that too in the most exposing way, but the sensation of her being totally naked while he was touching her, was giving him a different arousal.

‘You have strong hands, my boy.’ She commented as she felt the pressure on her back while he was wiping her.

‘Am I putting more pressure? You want me to rub your back lightly?’ He immediately asked.

‘No, no. In fact, I was thinking about you massaging my shoulders a bit.’ She replied correcting the confusion.

‘Oh, sure.’ He dropped the gamchha towel in the bucket, and placed his strong hands on her shoulders and started massaging her. ‘Is the pressure, okay?’ He asked as he had started with very little pressure.

‘You can use more pressure.’ She told him.

‘Okay.’ And as he applied the right kind of pressure, she got pushed forward.

‘Oops.’ And she giggled.

‘You will have to stabilize your body. Else the pressure would end up being a push and not the massage.’ He told her, as he had learnt some basics of body massage on YouTube when he was trying to get work as a masseuse.

‘Yes.’ She knew how to sit while having a shoulder massage, as she had massaged the shoulders of her husband many times.

Pinky removed her hands from her bust and placed those beside her body on the bed to keep her body stable. And this resulted in her being totally naked with her son kneeling behind her. Vicky was a tall boy, and he didn’t need to make any effort to see how those massive milk bags looked from above.

He continued massaging her shoulder and neck, but his eyes remained fixed on her bust. Pinky had closed her eyes and was actually enjoying the toughness and pressure and technique.

‘Little bit of arms as well.’ She murmured nonchalantly.

‘Hmm.’ And he moved his hands towards her upper arms. But when his hand moved a little downwards towards her biceps, his fingers started touching the side of her breasts, and though she felt an immediate chill, she didn’t react.

Vicky continued massaging her biceps, moving his hands from neck till arms, enjoying the soft and warm feel of her breasts from the sides.

‘Is the massage good?’ He asked her.

‘It is magical. Keep doing.’ She replied with her closed eyes, and taut nipples.

Vicky brought his hands frontwards from the shoulder and started massaging her upper chest, and moving his hands outwards to reach for her upper arms, and then repeat the cycle. Pinky was feeling relaxed and aroused at the same time. She could feel her vagina getting wet, and she wanted him to do more.

Vicky’s hand did move a bit downwards from the front, and his fingertips reached the fluffy area of her bust. His hand started shivering to the soft touch, and he withdrew it immediately. Pinky didn’t say a thing, but when his hands didn’t come back to the soft part of her udders, she concluded the massage in next ten minutes.

‘Do you learn massaging from somewhere?’ She asked him while they were having dinner.

‘From YouTube. I actually wanted to take up body massage as a profession.’ He told his mother, though didn’t tell her that he was planning to use the college fees for doing a course in body massage.

‘No doubt you were so good.’

‘Thank you.’

‘The houses that I used to work at, some of them used to take body massage from me. Will you be ok in giving them body massage? That will help us get some additional money. Though they all have told me that they would be paying my salary till I recover. But with only salary, your fees won’t be managed.’ She made the situation clear.

‘Of course.’ He had no idea that his massage wish would come true by being in his home town.

‘Good. It will be somewhere in the afternoon only. Yet, I will confirm the time tomorrow morning.’ She was all smiles about how his son had not only taken the charge of taking extreme care of her, but would also be helping her in earning some money.

After dinner, they both went to sleep, but they both self-pleasured themselves before calling it a day.

Buy Me a Coffee

It was during lunch, when Pinky told her son that after lunch he had to go to give massage to one of the houses she had been working as maid.

When Vicky rang the doorbell of a good bungalow, he was attended by a woman in her mid-forties, who was wearing a salwar suit.

‘Yes?’ She questioned him at the doors itself.

‘I am the son of your maid.’

‘Ah, Pinky’s son.’

‘Yes. I have come for…’

‘Come-in, come-in.’ She didn’t let him complete the sentence.

When he entered, she made him sit on the sofa and he realised that there was an old lady who was mopping the floor in the hall itself.

‘Just wait here. I will come in five minutes.’ With this she left.

Meanwhile the old lady finished her work and when the owner lady came back, the old lady told her that she was leaving.

‘Ok.’ Once the old lady left, the owner lady told Vicky in a hushed tone, ‘somethings shouldn’t be heard by a third person.’

‘Yes.’ Vicky understood why he was not allowed to reveal his purpose of visit.

‘Let’s go inside in the AC room.’

Vicky followed her to the bedroom, where an additional bedsheet was spread on half of the double bed, and a tray with a bottle of oil and an empty bowl was lying near the pillow. The lady removed her kurta, ‘you too will change into something, or you are okay with your clothes getting oiled?’ Her tone was that of a plain question.

‘I too will remove some of my clothes.’ He replied looking at the pink bra cladded busty cleavage of the lady to be massaged. The lady was a tall person with a height of approximately 5’7”, with a bust of nothing less than 34DD or maybe 34DDD. Unlike his mother, this lady had a slight paunch, but when she removed her salwar, Vicky was blown by her thunderously bulky thighs. She was wearing a matching panty covering her front and when she turned around to get on to the bed, he saw her butts which were nothing less than 38 inches, and her panty wasn’t able to cover even half of those.

‘Get ready. We have only two hours.’ She said as she unclasped her bra, with her back towards him.

‘Yes.’ And removed his shirt and pant, and found that he was already having a tent in his weathered underwear.

After lying down on the bed, the lady removed her panty as well, and bared her exotic hourglass body from the back towards him. Vicky, was amazed and wondered if he should also remove his underwear or not.

‘Your mom told me that you have strong hands. I need a hard pressure massage. Ok?’ She spoke with her face on the pillow.

‘Yes. Just tell me if I get too hard on pressure.’

‘Sure. Now start. My back is really waiting.’

‘Yes.’ Vicky had thought of starting with her feet, but now he knew that he needed to start with the back and go hard on pressure.

He walked up to the bed and got on to it, pulling the tray with oil near him. He got his feet on either side of her body and then sat down on her thighs and immediately felt a sensation of his bare thighs touching the cold outer thighs of his client.

‘Oh, so you are wearing your underwear.’ This statement from her made him repent for not removing his underwear, as that would have been even more fun and she was anyway expecting the same. ‘Anyway, as you wish.’ This made him stop from removing his underwear now.

Anyway, he poured oil on her back, and realised that even though he was six feet tall, he would need to sit further up to reach her nape. He moved further up on her upper thighs, and his tent got rested on the naked division of her bums. ‘Is my weight okay for you?’ He asked her.

‘Oh, you are light like a feather. I hope your hands are as strong as your mother told me.’

‘You won’t be disappointed.’ He added as he spread the oil on her back and started the massage.

He ensured that he put the right amount of pressure, and the initial moan itself confirmed that she was happy with the pressure. He did a good job on her back, while a couple of times his erection inside his underwear rubbed the middle of her bums, but apart from that there was nothing else happening.

Once he was done with the back, he moved down below her knees to do her thighs.

‘You don’t do bums?’ She asked in a surprised tone.

‘I do.’ He corrected immediately and stood up on his knees, ‘but by half standing, as it needs more pressure.’

‘Oh yes. Right.’

Vicky poured oil on her massive bums and the moment he pressed his palms he felt a jerk in his crotch due to the softness and sponginess of her buttocks. He started with squeezing them hard that released more moans from her, and then rubbed and massaged them so nice and hard that those milky bum bags turned partly red.

‘Nice.’ She exclaimed that twice during the time he spent on her bums.

Once done, with the bums, he again sat down to do the thighs, and again she had something to say.

‘What about between the bums?’

‘I do that while doing legs? If you want I can do it first.’ He replied immediately.

‘It is ok. Do it your way.’

‘Ok.’

He poured lot of oil on her thunderous thighs that were amazing him as much as her buttocks had been, and when he started with strong strokes, he did what he had told her earlier – he moved his hands in between her bums while stroking her thighs upwards, and was joyed by the hotness and wetness of the hole he touched. With every stroke he kept hitting her there, but couldn’t dare to do anything more.

Once the legs were done, he told her that it was time for the front, and an hour had also elapsed leaving only another at her disposal. And when she turned, he could not imagine that a woman so fair would have such dark nipples, and breasts so firm that those stood up even when she was in a lying position.

‘Where do you want me to start with?’ He asked, as she had her preferences.

‘Upper thighs. We don’t have much time.’ She replied.

‘Yes.’ And he poured oil on the fluffy and jelly like thighs of hers and started massaging with long strokes. It wasn’t long when his fingers started hitting her vaginal lips with slightly parted legs. This time he wasn’t just felling those labia but was also watching it and was attracted as her vagina wasn’t dark like his mother’s was. He slowed down the pace of his strokes and spent more time letting the back of his fingers touching her warm and moist vagina.

‘Massage that part also.’ She said when his fingers were touching her between her legs, and she parted her legs wider after her instruction.

‘Sure.’ This time he didn’t pour oil there, but took some in his palm and placed his hand on her. His tool throbbed to the touch like a restless snake, but he had to focus on the job. He started massaging her vagina, started with rubbing it but then also parted the lips and massaged those like individual fingers.

‘I would want the massage inside also.’

‘Ok.’ He nodded and placed his finger at the entrance.

‘But with something naturally wet and softer then the bones of fingers.’ She added.

‘I understand.’ He knew that the only thing that was softer than his fingers was his tongue. And this thought sent waves of joy in his entire body, as he was a lick addict.

He positioned his face between her legs by lying down on the bed and stuck his mouth at her parted vaginal lips and a deep moan left the lady’s mouth. Vicky was almost an expert, but just with lack of experience. But his enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience and in no time, he had his entire tongue inside her making rounds and strokes with her juices and his saliva getting mixed. This was exactly what she wanted, and exactly what she was promised by Vicky’s mother. Vicky kept switching between stroking her hole with her tongue, and making long licks from the base of her vagina till her clitoris. He would also take the tip of her clitoris in between his lips and do vacuum suck on them making her release the sound of joys as moans.

The lady hit her orgasm with loud groans and Vicky continued the licks and tongue stokes until she closed her thighs to get some breather. The joyous Vicky just sat on his knees and watched her having a tears-flowing orgasmic experience.

‘You are too good.’ She complimented him.

‘Thank you.’ He smiled wide at the compliment.

‘We still have some time.’

‘Tell me what to do.’

‘Put something hard inside me.’

‘Sure.’ He placed his hand on her vagina.

‘No. I want you to use this.’ And she handed him a sachet of condom.

‘Got it.’

He took the condom, put it on properly, and then entered her in a missionary position by placing his hands near her chest.

‘Oh God. You are big as well.’ She whispered with a moaning tone as her hands automatically got to his head, with her fingers holding his hair. ‘Go hard. We have very less time.’

‘Sure.’ With this, Vicky started pounding her with all his might, and the deep thrusts kept the lady moaning continuously. Lady’s grip tightened around his hair, and then she pulled his face to her chest.

Vicky took the hint and took one of her nipples in his mouth and she moaned even deeper. Vicky didn’t know that he would enjoy breasts also, as his fantasy had always been stuck to the vaginal licking. They both were having a wild pleasure time with her moan and the slapping sounds from his pounding filling the room. And then, the moment of her second orgasm happened, while Vicky was still having the load building up in his testicles. So, Vicky continued his pounding and just after she had finished, he started releasing in the condom still inside her. The lady pulled him to her body and hugged him tight. They both were sweaty, and the pressure of those mammoth breasts against his chest wasn’t letting his erection go away.

Once he was finished, she released him from her embrace.

‘You want to bathe?’ She asked her pointing towards the bathroom.

‘I will want to leave, if you think my work is done.’

‘Ok. You can get ready.’

He got up and started getting ready, while she didn’t bother even to cover herself.

‘I wish you could come early in the morning. That would give us more time at our hands.’ She expressed.

‘I wouldn’t have minded. But, I need to take care of mummy as well. She can’t do her things on her own.’

‘You are a good son. Just wait, and I will be back.’

‘Ok.’

Lady came back with an envelope, and pasted the seal. ‘Give it to your mother.’

‘Sure.’

‘And tell her that I will call her tomorrow some time.’

‘Ok.’

‘And now leave quickly. Some of my friends would be coming in any time.’

Vicky immediately left. He was happy with the weight of the envelop as he knew it was money inside it.

Pinky was happy with the envelop as the money in it was a good amount of 500 rupee notes. It was more than the college fees that she was worried about. Rest of the day went normal with some visitors followed by dinner and medicine and then the sleep. Vicky slept like a log, and Pinky could only be happy to hear her son snoring so loudly in the hall, that his snores could be heard in the bedroom.

The morning started with the same routine, and again, naked Pinky was on all her fours to be washed after her bowel. It was unreal how they ended up there. A result of distortion of Vicky’s mind and Pinky’s weakness.

‘There is something, I have been wanting to ask you, but not sure if I should ask or not.’ Pinky said while he poured the water for the first time to clean her anus.

‘Come on. You know you can ask me anything.’

‘Did you like what you did with her?’ There was a sense of insecurity in her tone.

‘Yes.’

‘Did you like it more than me?’ The insecurity was more evident this time in her tone, but he failed to understand it.

‘In a way, yes.’ By now he was rubbing her vagina, and thinking of getting his mouth there once the conversation is over.

‘In what way?’ She asked in a sad tone.

‘Actually, I entered her with my penis after licking her to her satisfaction.’

‘You liked doing it with your penis?’

‘A lot.’

‘Will you like to do it with me also?’ She asked.

‘Yes. I would love to.’ He got excited. Anyway, his manhood was hard like a rod in his pajama.

‘Then do it. I too have been wanting it since so long.’

‘You should have told me.’ And he dropped his pajama till his knees.

‘I am telling you now.’

He didn’t respond to her last sentence with words, but with action. He parted her lips and inserted his rod and they both moaned to the experience. His mother was very tight compared to the lady he had attended the previous day, and unlike the previous day Vicky and Pinky were in no hurry this time.

‘You are very tight, mummy.’ He spoke in a husky voice, and then added, ‘it feels so good.’

A very pleasant smile came up on Pinky’s face. ‘You too feel very good inside me.’

Vicky started moving his pelvic in a slow motion and felt every inch of his monster rubbing the softest thing he had ever felt. Gradually, he picked up pace and his hands started squeezing her buttocks in a lusty way. And in some time, his one hand started roaming around on her naked back.

‘You can do whatever you want.’ She told him not to restrain from anything, and as a result she felt his hands at her milk bags.

As he fondled those, he could not resist telling her. ‘Your breasts are much better than hers.’ This made Pinky feel even better. Soon, he was fondling her milk bags and pinching her nipples, which he hadn’t done with the lady previous day. Gradually, he started feeling the built up in him and the feeling of it getting build slowly was also more satisfying then a full throttle humping like he did the previous day. What he was missing out on realization was that the absence of condom was a big contribution to his next level pleasure.

‘It is about to happen.’ He informed her.

‘Good.’ She replied. Even though she was nowhere near her orgasm, yet, the feeling that his son is enjoying was giving her a lot of pleasure.

‘Is it safe to release inside you, since I am not wearing a condom?’ He suddenly asked as he was now on the verge of releasing.

‘It is perfectly fine. Just one pill added to my medication will take care of it.’ She confirmed him.

‘Yes.’ And with this he increased his speed a bit, but not to the extent of full throttle. He didn’t want his mother’s body to be pushed as that would lead to trouble and might be some pain in her fractured legs.

The time came and he held it to the point of choking himself and then released a big load inside her, that made Pinky overwhelmed with the warm and thick fluid filling her innermost part. Vicky kept sputtering short releases after a couple of big splashes, unaware that his juices were now flowing down her thighs.

‘I want to lick you also. It feels so, so, so good.’ He spoke like a child convincing his mother for something.

‘I told you, my boy. You can do whatever you want to do with me.’

‘Thank you. I love you, mom.’ This was the first time he addressed her as mom, and not mummy.

As Vicky pulled out from her, he saw his own juices dripping down her vaginal opening. He didn’t bother to clean it or wash it, he just planted his mouth at her and the first sound she heard was of him slurping something liquid. She understood what he was tasting, and this knowledge gave her an immediate high.

Vicky tasted his own thick milky juice mixed with her salty juices and that taste made him go wild. He performed an oral like he loved doing it after he had sucked all the liquid that was in there. He inserted his tongue and licked the inside for every little juice of his that could have been sticking to the inner walls of Pinky’s vagina and then, started sucking her lips and all that, to give his mom a body shivering orgasm.

Rest of the day went well, and it was in the evening after some visitors had left and there was still some time for dinner, when Pinky informed Vicky that the massage client lady had called her as she had told Vicky that she would.

‘Ok. So, when does she want me to come again?’ He knew that there could only be one reason for the call.

‘Well, she called up to know if you would be ready to do the exactly same kind of massage to one of her friends.’ She corrected her son.

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‘Oh, of course. Why would I not be ready?’ He was joyed to the opportunity of another woman.

‘Because, her friend is a man.’ And Pinky dropped a bomb.

‘A man?’ Vicky was taken aback.

‘Yes. So, I told her that I would ask you and let her know.’

‘I don’t mind trying as this is making me curious, but truth is I have never done it. I don’t know how to do it.’

‘Have you ever had your penis sucked?’

‘Not even that.’

‘I can give you that experience. And if you feel like you want to try, I will confirm her.’

‘Ok.’

‘Come up on the bed, as we will have to confirm her in time.’

‘Sure.’

Vicky stood up on the bed, with his feet on either side of pinky while she sat straight making his pelvic looking right in her face and he wasn’t anywhere near erection.

‘If you get to start when the man is still soft, it is better.’ Pinky started educating him.

‘Why?’ He asked curiously.

‘Because, that way you can take it all in.’ And Pinky took the dark-skinned sleeping panther of her son in her mouth, and the warm and wet feeling felt so different than the warm and moist feeling of being inside a vagina.

Pinky rolled her tongue around his penis while it being inside her mouth, and then also tickled the tip of his manhood that awakened the sleeping cobra. Vicky started releasing the sounds of joy as he felt his thing growing in his mother’s mouth. As his thing kept growing, it started escaping from her mouth, and when he was fully hard she started sucking it like a lollipop. Vicky was totally enjoying it and wondering - his fantasy was just to get to lick but he was getting so many more pleasures, in so many different ways, by so many different people. His chain of thoughts broke when his mother moved down from his rod towards his testicles and when she took the pair in her mouth he felt a sensation he had never ever felt before.

Pinky was performing like a pro, playing his balls with her tongue while still having those little balls in her mouth, and taking his shaft for a nice sucking in between. Soon, Vicky felt the built up and, on the confirmation from his mother, he released his juices for the second time in the day, and this time in a mouth. Although, the load was very less compared to the morning session, yet it was too much for her to hold in her mouth. She tightened her grip around his shaft to stop the flow for those few second that she needed to gulp the liquid, and then loosened the grip to take on more shots of his semen. The pleasure was mutual and to such an extent that she continued sucking him even after his last drop was emptied, and she stopped only when his tool went completely limp.

‘How did it feel?’

‘It was beyond everything else I have experienced.’

‘Will you like to try doing it to a man?’

‘I think I would love to try for sure.’

‘Okay then.’ With a smile, she picked her phone. ‘I will let her know that you are going ahead.’

‘Yes.’ Vicky’s heart was on a different level to say no for anything around sexual activity.

It was early afternoon, or late morning, when Vicky rang the doorbell of the address his mother had given him, that was forwarded to her by the massage client lady. This house was bigger than that of lady’s, and Vicky’s heart was pounding like a drum with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

When the door was opened, Vicky found that the man was in his late forties with salt and pepper hair. He wasn’t fair but not even dark, wheatish complexion, and looked like a decent man with short hair combed in a side partition and wearing a round neck t-shirt with a track pajama.

‘Yes?’ He asked.

‘For the massage?’

‘Oh, yes. You are Vicky, right.’ There was a polite smile that came up on his face.

‘Yes.’

‘Come in.’

As Vicky entered, the man closed the door.

‘Will you like to have something? Juice, tea, coffee?’

‘No thanks. I would like to start, so that I can be back at home in time.’

‘Ok.’ With a smile, the man threw a look at the tall Vicky from head to toe. ‘Let’s go inside.’

Once inside the bedroom, the man took off his t-shirt and pajama to get completely naked. The man had a gym body with proper chest, shoulders, biceps-triceps etc., and equally bulky legs with visible cuts at abs. And he was completely hairless from below his eyebrows till his toes.

‘You too get ready.’

‘Yes.’ Vicky too removed his t-shirt and pajama, but did not take off his underwear. ‘Where is the oil?’ He asked.

‘To be frank, I don’t want to get into that pretense of the massage. We both know, why we are here, so let’s just get to the main thing. What do you say?’

‘Ok. As you say.’ And he looked at the man’s penis, that was limp as dead.

‘Good.’ The man came close to Vicky and started feeling his lean upper body. ‘You feel sweet.’

‘Ok.’ Vicky had never heard of a male being addressed as sweet.

‘Can I kiss you on your lips?’ The man asked while embracing Vicky’s cheeks.

‘I am sorry. I don’t kiss.’ This was the first time, he felt a bit nervous and the realization of uneasiness of being with a man like that.

‘No problem.’ The man was experienced and he understood Vicky’s mental state. ‘Maybe, I should bring some oil, so that we both can get comfortable.’

‘I think you are right.’

The man smiled and entered the adjoining bathroom, and came back with a bottle of oil. ‘You can pull a bedsheet from there.’ He pointed towards the laundry bag, and Vicky brought a double bedsheet which he spread on the bed after doubling it to cover half of the double bed.

‘Where do you want me to start with?’ Vicky asked, once the man had lied down on his stomach with his naked backside towards Vicky.

‘Wherever you want to start with.’ The man wanted this boy to feel as comfortable as possible.

Vicky sat on the man’s naked buttock, with him being in his underwear, and poured oil on his back and started massaging. What Vicky felt on his hands and also on his buttocks was all muscles. These muscles were strong and felt very different from a woman’s fleshy body, but at the same time the firmness in the muscles weren’t hard like rock or something – just firmer than a fleshy body. And at the same time, the man felt that this sweet boy had some real strong hands.

‘It’s good that we started with the massage. You are good at it, man.’ This compliment made Vicky happy, and being addressed as man, gave him more comfort compared to the word – sweet, used for him.

Once he had massaged the back properly, he slipped down to the man’s upper thighs and saw that perfect protruding man ass. ‘I will do the bum massage now. Is it okay?’ He asked.

‘Oh please.’ The man now started getting in the mood of some fun.

Vicky poured oil on the man’s buttocks and then started massaging it. It was a very different pair of ass, but it felt differently good to him, and in no time, he was nicely squeezing the man’s manly buttocks with his strong hands, and the man had released couple of moans as well. Vicky did pour some oil in between the bums as well, that was completely hairless, and ran his finger down till his testicles, as he did to the lady running his fingers down till her vagina.

‘I think, it’s time you start your expert licking.’ The man asked Vicky in an aroused tone.

‘For that you will have to turn.’

‘Turn?’ The man was surprised.

‘Yes, your penis is not properly accessible for my mouth.’

‘You got it wrong.’ Man corrected. ‘Penis is sucked and I am asking for the licking.’

‘Lick what? You don’t have a vagina?’ Vicky was totally confused.

‘The anus.’ Man answered to give a shock to Vicky. ‘I was told that you lick brilliantly.’

‘Yes. But…’ Now Vicky understood what was expected from him, actually.

‘But?’ The man stopped for a second. ‘Is there a problem?’ His tone was that of an unhappy man.

‘No.’ Vicky didn’t say anything more and just parted the man’s bum cheeks. The anus he was seeing was like a vagina in a way as both were holes.

The man was waiting, with a strong sense that it isn’t going to work out, and his mood is surely going to get spoilt. But, right then he felt a mouth getting in between his parted bum cheeks and a tongue flicking his hole. Vicky had quickly ran in his mind that he had never sucked a penis, and yet agreed to try it. So, he can also give licking an anus a try. And the lick he did, didn’t make him feel like something he shouldn’t be doing. In fact, the anus had no taste at all, and it felt very much like any other body part. Vicky parted the bum cheeks even further and then again gave a nice lick.

‘Hmm.’ The man moaned.

‘I am sorry, sir.’ Vicky stopped after two licks.

‘What happened?’ the man had just started enjoying.

‘This position is not letting my mouth have proper access. Your bums are tight.’

‘Yes.’ The man now breathed a deep sigh of relief. ‘Let me adjust.’ And then he got into a doggy position, and very much like with Vicky’s mother, now Vicky had full access to the hole that he never thought he would touch a man.

Vicky, now parted the man’s bum cheeks further and with full access he started licking it, making the man enjoy. The more Vicky licked, the more fun he experienced and then unannounced he inserted his tongue inside his anus and a loud moan of the man, filled the room.

‘This was awesome.’ The man complimented.

‘I actually have a tongue so long, that I can touch my nose and my chin as well.’

‘So, that’s what makes your oral performances so brilliant.’ The man dropped his shoulder further down to let Vicky have the best access.

Vicky was enjoying this new experience, and now was getting not just comfortable but even confident to try new things. As he continued tongue strokes inside the man’s rectum, he moved his hand to the man’s groin only to find that he was still as limp as in the start. Vicky had played with his own groin and things many a times, but this was the first time he was touching other man’s pelvic and he liked the feel of limp prick and soft testicles. And at the same time, the man started getting the required blood flow to his frontal pelvic area and his thing started growing.

‘Suck the other parts also that are being enjoyed by just your hand.’ He asked.

‘Sure.’ Vicky moved his mouth lower from the anus and then first licked his testicles before taking those in his mouth. This was something, he didn’t like, so he dropped those and moved further down to attend the man’s penis, but in that position he could only lick – so, he licked.

‘Suck it.’ The man asked after sometime, when Vicky was just licking and licking.

‘Can’t access it from this position.’ Vicky truthfully confessed.

‘Ok. Do one thing.’ The man started instructing. ‘Lie down on the bed with your face right below my pelvic and between my legs.

Vicky followed the instruction and saw that the man’s seven inch was now staring and pointing towards his face. ‘Bring it a little down.’ Vicky added, and as the man widened the gap between his knees, his shaft came down and then Vicky moved his head up and took it in his mouth. The very first time he did it, and found it nothing very different from sucking a thick finger – men’s body part were so different from the women’s, not just in the feel, but taste as well – men’s penis actually had no taste at all, but just a feel.

Vicky continued sucking it, and rolling his tongue around, and also at the tip, just like his mother had done to him the previous night, and this was making the man happier. Now, the man wanted some attendance inside his backside as well, and thought that making Vicky keep changing the position every time switching between the body parts might be troublesome. So, the man pulled his thing out of Vicky’s mouth, and then squatted over Vicky’s face.

‘Better access. What an idea sirji…’ Vicky commented as he was enjoying the entire thing.

The man brought his buttocks down till his hole touched Vicky’s mouth and then Vicky again started his tongue work. Vicky was using lot of saliva because unlike vagina, anus wasn’t a self-lubricating organ, and the cold feeling of the saliva was making the man go really wild. With the long tongue of Vicky being an icing on the cake.

After some time, the man again got up and moved his penis towards Vicky but instead of leaving the space to let Vicky bring his head up, the man got down and shoved his shaft in Vicky’s mouth.

‘Mmm.’ Vicky appreciated this with a stuffed mouth.

‘Use your fingers in my backside.’ The man instructed being very aroused, and Vicky complied.

The man’s behind was loaded with saliva and the finger’s penetration was smooth like a hot knife going through the butter, when Vicky inserted his middle finger. And the looseness of the man’s anus made Vicky slip another finger in there, and that felt like fitting and the man groaned, and unintentionally pushed his shaft inside Vicky’s mouth to the extent that Vicky could feel the tip at his tonsils, yet not deep enough to trouble him in breathing. Vicky, now started moving his fingers in and out of the man’s behind, and the man started doing the same with his manhood in Vicky’s mouth.

After some time, the man pulled out of Vicky’s mouth, and asked, ‘can we both suck each other?’

‘Sure.’

The man quickly got into sixty-nine position, and without wasting any time they both started sucking each other. Vicky was certainly doing a good job, but when the man started his expertise, Vicky knew no bounds of his pleasure. The man was a pro, and beyond Pinky’s skillset of performing an oral.

The man had been aroused for a long time, and was now about to release, and taking a chance he released his cum in Vicky’s mouth, mentally prepared to handle the situation if Vicky gets mad for cuming in his mouth. But, he didn’t know that Vicky had tasted his own love juices from his mother’s vagina, and so this was not even experimental for him. Vicky did swallow some, yet a lot spilled out.

‘I would want you to put this in my ass.’ The man stroked Vicky’s manhood, after he pulled out his own thing from Vicky’s mouth after being drained out completely of his cum.

‘Sure.’ Vicky answered with a semen coated smile. And the man’s smile further broadened. The man moved away from being over Vicky and got into the doggy position again.

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With Your Own Flesh and Blood

by Vidhya Sood (A Guest Post)

Trigger Warning: Incest

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