“MMMMMMMM … Doll, you feel so good!”
“Oh Dada, you don’t know how many times I masturbated thinking about you!”
Suman let his hands slide to her thighs. He gripped them firmly and lifted her off her feet. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her Maxi rode up, causing her naked pussy to press against his jeans. Briefly, their tongues dueled as they dry humped each other.
“Put me down,” Soma moaned, “Mamoni and Bapi are just downstairs … we shouldn’t let them catch us!”
Reluctantly, he lowered her to the floor. She took her arms from around his neck and stepped back.
“Let me see how much changes occur since we last meet two months ago!” He said, fumbling with the buttons on her Maxi.
“I’m still fat, just not as round!” She giggled as he unbuttoned her Maxi. With trembling fingers, he opened her Maxi and gazed at her milk-filled tits. His eyes roamed down to her belly pooch. He extended his hand … lightly rubbing it.
“I think you looked better when you were pregnant!” He teased as he ran his fingers lightly over the stubble of her shaved pussy. “Mmmmmm … that feels nice! Are you going to keep it that way?”
“Do you like it shaved?” She asked … running her hand over the stubble of her growing pubic thatch.
“I’m not sure! Let’s experiment with different styles as it grows out.” His hand covered his sister’s hand over her pussy. He let his index figure slide between her fingers and into her wet hole. She reached out and draped her arms around his neck. Her head dropped and her hips began to gyrate slowly.
“Boy, you know you got the devil in you, teasing your sister like that!” Abruptly she pushed him away. “Stop it! You better get on downstairs before our parents start wondering what we been doing up here!”
As she pushed, Suman turned toward the bedroom door and she turned to check on the baby. He took the opportunity to smack her smartly on her butt … then he bolted the door and down the stairs.
As Suman came down through the stairs, he noticed his mother in the living room … sitting on a Sofa. Like his sister, his mother was also wearing a plain cotton Maxi. The hem of the floral printed Maxi ended just above her knees. Her legs curled under her … causing the short Maxi to ride up … revealing her smooth milk-white thighs. Her deep dark areola were clearly visible through the lighter colored fabric.
Supriya noticed her son’s eyes checking her semi-exposed body as she tried to adjust the Maxi. However her attempt exposed more of her thighs. Across from her, Suman caught a glimpse of the dark recesses under his mother’s Maxi. He felt his cock harden … as he adjusted his bulge and walked out from the room.
Few minutes later, Supriya went upstairs … to her daughter’s room … taking two cups of coffee. Their conversation covered everything from baby care to her career and local politics. Finally, she asked her daughter the question that haunted her.
“Is Raja Suman’s son?” She asked straight forward. Her daughter was taking a sip of her coffee when she asked that shocking and embarrassing truth. It caught in her throat … causing her to cough explosively.
