So, although it hardly seems like five months have passed since Rahim first found out the exploits between his wife and her brother, the result of their tryst has arrived. He really loves the baby and cares for him as if he is his own, but in the back of his mind, he will always know that his wife’s womb and body will never be totally devoted to him. However he expects she’ll allow her brother to suck the milk from her breasts, but he wants to do that, too.
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“My baby’s home, my baby’s home,” Supriya screamed…. plastering her body against her son. She ran across the kitchen and then stood on her tiptoes…. throwing her arms around her son’s neck.
“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 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.