“Oh Mamoni!” Suman’s arms encircled his mother … partially lifting her in the air. This caused his hands to slide down to her full soft hips. The combination of this contact resulted her tits and pussy pressing against his body … causing his cock swell.
“Put me down” Supriya squealed … feeling some horny and shame both.
She felt an unaccustomed warmth as she felt her son’s cock harden … brushing her lower abdomen. Her son was no longer a baby … actually a man now. He was a big strapping man. And, she thought, he is packing some serious dick in those jeans. Instantly she felt a moistness creating between her cunt-lips.
‘Sick bitch’ She thought, ‘You’re getting worked up by your own son.’
“When your mother gets through mauling you, come downstairs and let’s have a drink and talk,” His father Sushovan smiled happily … as he felt himself proud noticing the pure affectionate bonding his wife and son.
“Sure Bapi … in a minute,” Suman said … putting his mother down, but kept his hands familiarly on her upper hips.
He glanced over his mother’s shoulder and saw his sister coming towards them. She walked quickly to where they were standing. She felt a pang of jealousy as she noticed her mother’s arms around her brother’s neck and his arms on her hips as they turned to acknowledge her.
“Oh Mamoni, don’t hog my Dada!” Soma grinned … playfully pulling her mother from her brother’s arms. She replaced him in his arms, wrapping hers around his waist. She stood on her toes and pecked him on the cheek. She felt heat suffuse her body as he embraced her.
“Hey, no more baby bump!” Suman rubbed his hand across his sister’s belly … as he realized that all she had on was a cotton robe.
“Hell no,” Soma chortled, “The bump is upstairs in his bassinet! Come with me and see your nephew ( ! ).”
“Oh sure,” Suman said, “Mamoni, are you coming?”
“No, y’all go ahead! I need to finish cooking dinner!” Supriya watched her daughter and son colliding gently at the hip as they climbed the stairs with a speculative look. A shiver ran through her body … thinking about some illicit thing.
Meanwhile Soma grabbed her brother’s hand and pulled him up the stairs. He followed her upstairs … noting fullness of the baby-fat in her thighs. As he entered the room, he noticed the baby lay sleeping peacefully, his fists balled by his head.
“I just fed him so he’ll be good for a while.” She lowered her voice and glanced at the open door. “He likes you … you know why but he loves to suck my tits!”
Suman felt heat building in his face. Many times, he recalled that hot ‘Puja Vacation’ week when he had impregnated her … getting ‘Parvati Maa’s message in his early morning’s dream. His mouth watered as he remembered the sweet warmth of her breast milk. His cock hardened as he recalled her jacking him off and then their slow languid lovemaking.
Their faces glazed in lust … reminiscing those hot moments as they embraced tightly. She stood on her tiptoes and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue traced the outline of his mouth and then aggressively forced it’s way into his. He sucked hungrily on her tongue, his hands groping her soft ass-gloves … pulling her loosened Maxi up … exposing her butt.
