Ali was not a happy man. The rain had ruined his business for the day. Only the traffic mess stopped him getting home earlier. Well, that and the unexpected arrival of the street walker he called alia. It was now quite a regular thing for her to stop by on tuesday for sex. Ali indulged his fantasy that she was his daughter alia to the full, pumping the 5ft, sexy whore in everyway he could think of. Only one thing she refused to do; anal. Here though it was a question of price.
“abbu, agar lund gaand mai dalne kay shok hai tu, fees bhar haoo” (papa, if you want it in my ass, increase my fee) she had said sweetly as he fingered her butt hole.
“kyun? Kaffi admiu nay tumhari gaand ko choda hoga, main kyun zaiyda duu?” (why? Lots have had your ass hole, why should i pay more?) He had asked as they lay on the usual cardboard box bed in his now closed chemist shop…
“haan haan, aur fees be zaiyda dijiya mere jaan.” (yes yes but they paid more for it, my darling) she had answered as she had guided his condom sheathed cock to her waiting choot hole.
The session had been as good as it always was. She called him abbu (papa) and he called her alia beti (daughter) as they fucked. …………………………………
While ali was shooting his load into ‘alia’ the whore. At home, his eldest son nasir was pumping his cum into the gaand (butt) of nabila, his youngest daughter…
And while all this was going on, taimur was stuck in traffic; with a huge erection in his pants hoping that alia would give him a blow at least when he got home….., and alia and her mother (nilofer) and daughter were walking carefully down the road to their house through the flood water.
Nilofer ali, wife of ali and mother of four healthy (and unknown to her) incestuously active children, was 46 or 48, she wasn’t too sure. Her family were never good at writing things down. Her school certificate said she was born in 1959, her identity card said 1956.
Whatever the case, she still had the figure of a much younger woman and had maintained a sexy 36c, 27, 36 figure despite producing 4 children.
She was often mistaken for alia’s elder sister by people. Even today, at the vaccination centre, a young male doctor had smiled at her meaningfully, and ‘accidentally’ brushed past her, his groin passing over her ass, as he excused himself. Nilofer was used to this interest. Even in her chaddar, men would stare. She had to admit though, that it was a great feeling to be sexy enough to turn male heads. It always made her feel hot. Lately, ali had been rather selfish in bed. Just climbing on top of her and roughly thrusting in and out of her until he discharged, in her unsatisfied cunt. He was not the caring sharing lover, he had once been at all. All this added to her frustration. There was nothing worse then being fucked and left unsatisfied. It was therefore, a great satisfaction knowing that ali’s selfishness was not due to her lose of sexual attractiveness.
Once back at home, nilofer helped alia with the baby before going to change her own rain soaked cloths. She was shivering from cold, as she rushed to her bedroom.
She didn’t hear taimur come home and as she was in a hurry, she started undressing in her bedroom without closing the door properly. As she toweled her head and naked body she suddenly became aware of someone watching her. She turned to see taimur standing in the doorway staring at her with his mouth open and his hand on his groin. She was shocked for a moment and was just about to say something when taimur said “ohhh ammi… app bohat khubsurat ho”. (mummy, you are so beautiful).
Nilofer was never ever able to explain why she did it but she dropped the towel on the floor and said in a calm voice “darwaza bund karo taimur”. (close the door) as she held out a hand to him….
Although she wanted him to come in, it was still a surprise to her when, taimur stepped inside her room and closed the door behind him.
“taimur?” She asked “tum ko kiya howa? Tum bimar tu nahi ho?” (taimur, what’s wrong with you? Are you ill?)
Taimur went up to his mother and hugged her the way a small child would hug his mother, only his mother was naked and he was a horny man with a throbbing hard on in his pants. He moved his hands slowly up and down he back as he breathed in her sweet scent.
“taimur, undress; you will get ill in wet cloths” she said very aware that his manhood was hard against her stomach… as taimur stripped his shirt and vest off, nilofer dried his chest and head with a towel, her heart beating faster as she felt his strong young body through the towel.
He kicked his shoes off and unbuckled his belt, nilofer stood back as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off. His prick was straining the white cotton of his briefs almost ripping the cloth apart…. He was a big boy. Almost as big as his father .he now stood in his underwear and socks in front of her. Breathing heavily and lusting for her… nilofer stared at the throbbing lump and felt her mouth water…. Without saying a word, nilofer knelt down and tugged his underwear down and off … his socks came off too as she toweled his legs and butt dry and then began to dry his balls, groin and long hard tool. He had a beautiful penis. A thick soft skinned column of tanned cock meat…
Taimur watched his mother as she squeezed his balls and tool gently dry.
Nilofer now busy drying her son was very aware of his aroused state and was sure that her nakedness was the cause.
It made her feel powerful to have a man (even her son) at her mercy, his naked manhood in her hands. Dropping the towel to the floor. She looked up at taimur, staring lustfully at her and took hold of his shaft and pumped it a few times…
Taimur gasped “ammi oohh yes ammi….”
She looked at the crystal clear dew drop of cum on the tip of his cock head and licked it with the tip of her tongue…it’s sweet and salty taste was so good to her cum starved mouth. There was no turning back now…..even if she had stopped to think about it…and she wasn’t thinking about anything but the taste of his cock and cum in her mouth…
Opening her mouth, she took taimur’s cock head into her mouth and sucked him….
Taimur was stunned. His own mother was giving him a blow job! His own sweet mother was licking and sucking on his prick! It was a real mind fuck.
He had come home hungry and had come to his mother’s room to ask about dinner, to his surprise, the door had been partially open; he had nudged it open further and seen his mother naked, her sexy curves, lumps and bumps clearly visible. She was so much like alia ….. Her body filled out in the right places, with large yet firm tits, a round ass and great legs.
Now like a dream come true, she was sucking his lund, on her knees in front of him sucking and loving his cock….
He had done what she told him; come in; undressed and let her strip his underwear off and dry his body…all the time hoping that his luck was about to get much better….
To hell with alia and her moods. So she wouldn’t suck him when her periods were on….big deal. His mother was and that was a very big deal indeed.
He thought about his friend zain, who fucked his own mother regularly and had introduced him to incest. How he had envied him.
Taimur was gently holding his mother’s head as she sucked him off. He moved his hips forwards and backwards, his lund, all wet with his mum’s spit sliding in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she stroked his balls and held his lund in her soft hands, obviously enjoying it.
Taimur eased his lund out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her on the mouth before gently easing her into a doggy position and kneeling behind her.
Heart beating in lust and also in fear of rejection, he knelt behind her and quickly (in case she changed her mind) aimed his prick at the shaved pussy of his mother, as she looked back at him…
His cock pressed through her wet slit and pierced her cunt lips as it entered her choot, easily sliding into the hot wet sheath of her fuck box, in one smooth thrust.
Once fully inside her hot hole, taimur took hold of her hips and began to pump her steadily at first but slowly increasing his pace with each thrust… he feared that they would be interrupted at any moment, or that his mother might suddenly come to her senses and pull away. He also feared that his own horniness was bringing him close to shooting his load of spunk….
Nilofer had been enjoying her first taste of taimur’s lund. Her husband was not interested these days in her sucking him off. She had actually always enjoyed it. From the very first time ali had told her to open her mouth and suck him, she had developed a taste for cock sucking. She always loved to swallow the stream of cum that ali would shoot into her mouth.
Taimur had tasted delicious. All hot, hard and salty. She knew that he was about to cum and had hoped he would shoot his spunk into her mouth but realised that he had other plans when, he had eased back and kissed her.
She had felt his shaft enter her choot from behind with a mixture of satisfaction and amazement. He was so hot!
As he fucked her, she moved her ass backwards and forwards with him. She was as determined as he was to take pleasure from him fucking her as he was getting from doing it…. And taimur was certainly giving her pleasure…
He had experience, she could tell, and hoped it was gained from screwing a college girl with good hygiene and not some massi (servant) or streetwalker with none….
“ahhh taimur beta….aur zor say” (taimur… Harder) she panted as he fucked her with hard deep thrusts…
Taimur was already close to cumming. The suck his mother had given his cock had almost triggered his ejaculation, now with his lund in her hot wet fuck box, he wanted to cum so badly, his butt hole hurt….. “ohhh ammi…..ammi…app kitni garam ho….oohh” (o mummy. Mummy.., you’re so hot) taimur moaned as he shot his load into her….
Nilofer felt the first shots flood her cunt and then began to move her butt savagely, determined to get the most pleasure out of his erupting cock before he became limp….
“eh eh eh” she panted as she fucked his lund to her own orgasm. Luckily, taimur had the sense to stay in her and pump even as his cum drained into her…..
Later, as nilofer showered taimur dressed quickly and went to his room, guilt took hold of her and she felt ashamed…. ………………………………………..
Ali tahir knew nothing of the household incest activities as he finally reached home. As satisfying as the afternoon fuck session with the fake alia had been, he still felt hot. He thought about getting nilofer in bed for a quick ride before dinner but, no one seemed to be around as he came inside the house. Going to the kitchen, he saw the storeroom light on and went to see who was in it.
He was surprised to see alia standing on a chair reaching up for something on the stop shelf. She lost her balance and fell backwards off the chair. Luckily ali was there to catch her, his hands and arms grabbing her as she fell.
He felt her large full breasts in his hands as he held her and realized that his cock was as hard as he had ever felt it…
“thank you papa’ she said well aware that her father was holding on to her breasts a lot longer then necessary ,as she had managed to stand up
“are you alright?” Ali asked, reluctantly releasing her as she turned around in his arms, her breasts now pressing against him.
“kiya chahiya udhar say?” (what did you want from there?) He asked looking up at the top shelf. Feeling the heat of her body against his and painfully aware that his lund was throbbing angrily in his shalwar (baggy trousers).
“that pot” she replied getting back on the chair and reaching for the pot again, she made sure to jut her gaand (butt) back against him as she stepped up….
“here” ali said taking hold of her hips, his thumb pressing into the fat firm globes of her buttocks, as she stood “let me help you”
Ali was now looking at the firm rounded bump of alia’s butt as he held her hips, and wishing her shalwar (baggy trousers) kamiz (long shirt) suit was transparent….
Alia saw where her father’s eyes were and feeling naughty, pretended to struggle with the pot, making her body shake slightly and causing her father to take firmer hold of her hips.
She had fantasized about fucking her father ever since that first threesome with her brothers nasir and taimur. If she could handle a threesome why not a foursome? At first she had imagined her husband’s lund in her mouth, as he brothers pumped her asshole and cunt respectively. The three would then change holes, using her like a fuck toy until in triumph she would drain them all. Then the husband image had been replaced with that of her own father…. More then the challenge of taking three men at a time, there was the added pleasure of taking her father. So respectable looking with his skull cap and beard. And also so handsome and tall…
“papa?” She said “i can’t get it down. Please do it for me” she added as she turned around and stepped off the chair her body sliding against his in the confined space of the store room.
Ali was lost to reason now and pulled her hard against him, pressing her lips to hers in a hot kiss.
Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out into his mouth in a hot kiss. Her hands holding his face. Ali pressed her against the wall and squeezed her ass and tits roughly. She was hot he could see. Obviously separation from her ungrateful husband was affecting her badly. It was only natural that she would want sex and he should give it to her, to avoid any love affairs with neighbours or cousins. He reasoned to himself as his own lust took greater hold of him.
“alia…?” He moaned “alia….ohhh’
Alia was enjoying the roughness of her father’s embrace. Her periods had just ended and she was hot and hungry for sex. She had planned to get taimur or nasir for a quick hard fuck before dinner, take the edge off her sexual need. But this was even better.
“ohhh abbu…abbu…jaldi karo…koi aa na jay, jaldi chodu mujhay’ (daddy. Be quick,…someone will come…fuck me quickly) she moaned, one of her hands already squeezing and handling the hard lund and balls of her father as her tugged her kamiz up and pulled her nara (cord that holds shalwars up) open.
“alia? Alia?” He panted as he untied her nara and reached between her legs for her shaved choot. His finger slipped roughly along her sticky wet slit to her hole and probed into it. (like all the tahir women, she seldom wore panties) she was so hot and sticky, hungry for a fuck and ready for him to give it to her.
Ali cursed himself for wasting his energy and money on the whore earlier that day, the real alia, was waiting all this time for a fuck and he had not known it…. Why had he not realized that the real alia was horny for him?
“jaldi karo abbu… dalu jaldi say” alia moaned, enjoying the feel of her father’s fingers in her slit and choot hole.
Ali pulled his own nara open and let his shalwar fall to the floor… he too, seldom wore underwear. Then pulling alia’s shalwar down and off, her pressed her against the wall and pressed between her legs taking hold of her ass as her legs parted for him
He then lifted her by her ass and told her to guide his lund to her waiting wet hole.
Alia wasted no time in getting her father’s tool to the target and then humped up and down on it until he was fully in her cunt.
“aliaaaaaa! He moaned as his fingers found the opening of her well filled choot and felt the hot sticky juice leaking from around his shaft.
“zor say papa” alia moaned “meri choot phardu … meri choot phardu” (bust my hole bust my hole) she panted as her thrust hard and fast up into her.
“ahhhhhhhhh” she moaned already feeling her orgasm building inside her. It was going to be big. If only he would not cum too soon.
Ali thrust and thrust and thrust as hard as he could. Alia was no problem to hold, with her legs wrapped around his waist as she humped happily on his rod.
“tum nay pahley kyun nahi bola bati?” (why didn’t you ask sooner daughter?) He asked
“ohhh papa…bus chodu zor say chodu waqat kum hai “(papa just fuck me harder, we don’t have time”) she groaned ali felt her body shudder and a hot wetness bath his lund in her choot and sighed with satisfaction… she had cum.
Picking up his pace and squeezing her butt hard, his nails digging into her full ass, her sent his lund, pounding into her orgasm fuck box and then threw his head back in joy as he felt his own juice blast up his shaft into his daughter’s womb.
What an unusual day it had been.