Kishen's Life-changing Discovery Ch. 11

In REM sleep, Kishen was moments away from waking up. He saw himself riding a bike along an empty highway bridge that ran over an endless sky like river. He could feel the wind hit his helmet-secured face.

Opening his eyes and taking a couple of moments to come to his senses, he found that the wind he felt was from the fan. The cushiony comfort he felt while riding relaxed and laid back on his cruise bike was actually Usha aunty's thighs pressing against his rear. Her body cupped his as they slept in fetal-like position. He looked at Neethu who slept facing him in a similar fetal position--cuddled-up by Savi from behind.

Awoken--perhaps from sensing Kishen's stare--Neethu opened her eyes. The two smiled at each other like playful children. They suddenly remembered how, as kids, they went to bed the same way with their moms during the few times the two families went for weekend outings.

"What are you thinking?" Neethu whispered.

"How long do you think our parents have been fucking?" Kishen asked, in a hushed tone.

"For a pretty long while..."

"Do you know how it all started?"

"Well... from what I know Sunil uncle (kishen's dad) and pappa (Ramesh) became close friends after y'all moved in, and it helped our moms were both horny and progressive"

"How did you get involved?"

"I caught them fucking in Manoj sir's house. They were red and embarrassed. I already had my suspicions. I was 16."

"And... they added you in?"

"Of course not. They were very apologetic but equally responsible. Till I turned 19, they educated and counseled me about their lifestyle, the risks, the advantages, etc. And after they were sure I maturely understood everything, they extended to me the invitation to join. Only God knows how much I had to suppress my temptations and horniness until then. I always had a crush on your dad, so I let him take my virginity and add me to the cirlce--on my 19th birthday."

"If I remember, you had a boyfriend back then, right?"

"Yes... but my parents were strict about NOT telling him anything about until and unless I got to know him better and loved and trusted him to be my husband. They'd taught me how teen love can seem so surreal and larger-than-life and yet be so fragile and shallow. So I'd always been cautious. And given I'm a horny bitch, I decided to break up with my then boyfriend on the month of my 19th birthday. I never really found a true lover until I found my husband, years later.

"And how did it you gel with Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle? Wasn't there any element of shock or surprise for any of you?"

Yes... our parents' lifestyle made them pretty accommodating. Even as I indulged with the group, for a long time, I kept my distance from Pappa. And from what I know, he had his inclination for me, but never pursued me to not make me uncomfortable in anyway. Honestly, I can't imagine how grossed out I would have been had he tried to approach me sexually then. It would have been a shock and too much to handle. It would perhaps have strained, if not ruined, our relation as dad and daughter. It's a sticky subject, and varies from person to person, relation to relation, situation to situation."

"So, how did you two end up... you know... fucking?"

"In time, as I got more comfortable I began playing with the idea, and things fell in place..."

"Usha aunty was all cool about it?"

"Her main concerns is that no one, especially me, should be scarred, pushed, groomed, or inconvenienced. And the dynamic is more about respecting boundaries above everything else."

Neethu smiles.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I was just recalling the day your dad took my virginity. It had been the most beautiful experience of my life. He was tender, caring, loving, gentle, understanding, and more. Your dad has a special place in my heart."

"Just like how you have a place in my heart for taking my virginity."

"Yeah... I wanted so much to take your virginity. It was like a sweet Karma to Sunil uncle. But I guess Ma should've been the real one to pop your cherry. We saw how you both were so involved with each other."

Kishen blushes.

"Any more questions?"

"Many... I still feel far from making full sense of it all. Please don't mind me if I keep pestering you with questions."

"Of course not. I gotta get up now though. Wonder what our fathers are doing. Abhay (the baby) has been sleeping long enough, if he is asleep that is." says Neethu as she slowly and carefully gets up from the bed so as to not wake their mothers.

Not feeling sleepy anymore, Kishen decides to go along with Neethu. As he gets up, he feels an ache in his butthole. It momentarily takes him back to what he's been through.

Just as the two quietly exit the room and close the door behind them, they see Manoj sir emerge from Neethu's room. He was wearing his uncle T-shirt and shorts.

Embarrassed out of the blue, Kishen covers his groin. Neethu isn't fazed at at all being naked in-front of Manoj sir.

"When did you come Manoj sir?" Neethu asks.

"About 20 minutes back... I just dropped baby Abhay to MIL" responds Manoj sir.

Noticing Kishen all surprised and shy, he asks, "What are you being shy for Kishen? You've fucked my wife looking into my eye"

Kishen stammers.

"How did you manage to do that alone? Let me guess, sending the baby was Pappa's idea, right?" Neethu asks, rather annoyed.

"Yes... and Me and Deepti went. Ramesh said your mother in law is a natural in taking care of babies."

"That toh, she is. But what did you tell her when she asked where I was?"

"Ramesh spoke to her and said you'd be busy with the family. She didn't buy it, but agreed as she was keen for the baby."

"I hope he will be alright..."

"Of-course he will be... this is your motherly instinct speaking. Keep it aside. You've got to engage with us today. Come here..."

Setting aside her motherly concerns, Neethu walks towards Manoj sir with a naughty smile. Manoj sir smiles at Kishen watching them and runs his hand affectionately over Neethu's hair.

"May I?" He asks, now running his fingers over her bare breasts.

"Certainly, Manoj sir."

"That's my Neethu. Good girl..."

He stoops over and grabs her tits with both hands and squeezes them mildly. He begins suckling her nipple, devouring each drop and spurt of milk as it came out.

"Holy shit!!! Why wasn't there any milk drinking session so far?" Kishen wondered.

Soon enough Manoj sir had began fingering Neethu with one hand. His other hand continued to squeeze her tit's milk as he fed on it.

Kishen watches as Neethu goes all-in in being titty-sucked and finger fucked by Manoj sir. Pleasuring her, Manoj sir pushes her back against the passage wall.

Just as he begins to stroke his cock watching them, he hears faint slurping sounds emerge from the living room that the passage lead to. Curious to track its origin Kishen walks towards the living room, passing by Neethu and Manoj sir in action.

Kishen reaches the living room looks over to the side.

Lo and behold there is Deepti--squatting, and blowing his dad and Ramesh uncle. Both her breasts stick out uncomfortably through the front neck opening of her sleeveless nightie.

Sensing Kishen's presence, the trio stops to look at him and wear a blank smile for a few seconds before going back to their doing their deed.

Soon, Kishen witnesses the men spurting threads of cum into Deepti's hungry mouth. She licks it up like honey. Just as their orgasmic grunts begins to subside, Kishen overhears Neethu moaning from having cum by the expert hands of Manoj sir.

"Manoj sir sure was quick. Seems like he really knows how to pleasure women. He's more than a submissive cuck. There could be a lot to learn from him," Kishen thinks.

Sunil and Ramesh draws their cocks away from Deepti's mouth and spurts their last drips of cum on her neck and titties which she held up for them. Shaking- and rubbing- off even the last molecule of their cum on Deepti's tits, the men crash on the adjacent sofa, exhausted. Deepti turns to look at Kishen and smiles, as she runs her tongue around her lips.

"What can I say, Kishen. I am a cum slut, just like your mom," says Deepti. "I need yours too.. on me. Come here..."

Deepti adjusts her squatting positions to face Kishen's erect and precum-oozing manhood and begins to slowly and rhythmically bob her head on it, while holding his thighs for support.

Kishen moans eyes closed and in response to being pleasured by Deepti. He is made to hesitantly opens his eyes after a while when Neethu runs her hand on his hair. He notices she's now dressed in her signature white nightie.

Zoning back to fully enjoying being pleasured by Deepti, Kishen's half open eyes sees Neethu going over and sitting on one end of the sofa. He notices her glowing face from all the pleasuring she's received. He closes his eyes but not before taking a glance at his dad and Ramesh uncle who were sitting on the same sofa, and looking at him.

Seeing his son standing and swaying in pleasure, Sunil announces, "Give him an endurance test, Deepti."

"That's what I'm doing..." Deepti responds. She continues to bob her head on Kishen's dick with just enough pace to keep him on the edge and wanting more--not slowing down, not speeding up.

"Keep your legs a bit apart, Kishen," Sunil asks his son (kishen), who does as instructed. Tired and not so keen to witness Kishen's endurance test, Ramesh excuses himself to Usha's bedroom saying he was gonna nap for a while. Sunil assures to join him after a while.

Running the fingers of her left hand sensually over his thighs, butt cheek, the ass crack, and finally, the hole, Deepti begins to dig her fingers into it.

Kishen grabs hold of her hand, stopping her from fingering. "Please don't. It kinda hurts."

"Why?" Deepti asks Kishen with a confused look.

"I'm sorry..."

" for what?"

".. for treating you the way I did. I got punished for that."

Taking a few moments to connect the dots, Deepti finally understands what he meant.

"Oh yes... Ramesh and Sunil told me you were being punished for your guilty confession. Its fine re. We all make mistakes. Besides, it's not that I didn't enjoy it. Allow me to finger you, Kishen. Try to get more of the pleasurable pain. I will be gentle," replies Deepti.

Kishen lets go of her hand. She begins to slowly rub the periphery of his hole, while still blowing him. He begins to enjoy the semi-painal sensation on his sore asshole. He zones back into being pleasured.

Feeling his legs getting numb, Kishen realizes that it's been a while since he been standing that way. Almost 20 minutes passed since Deepti has been parading his senses with her blowjob and anal stimulation. She notices him fining it increasingly uncomfortable to continue standing. Still squatting, she gently pushes him with her hands, making him take backward steps towards the sofa.

Deepti has Kishen sitting between Neethu and his dad. It is then that Kishen sees Manoj sir sitting on a chair at the far corner of the room. He was naked from the waist down and had been quietly fondling his dick watching his wife blow Kishen. Deepti stands up from her squatting position and looks at Kishen authoritatively. She lifts up the bottom of her nightie and ties it over her waist like a lungi.

"Ahh... even my legs are starting to feel numb from all that squatting. But that's not going to stop me from your testing your endurance. You've held up prettying long without cumming," says Deepti. "Guys, please help me hold him up,"

"What do you mean 'hold him up?'" Kishen asks.

"It means when you lift both your legs up in the air, it will ache after a while. We will hold it for you in place while your hole and balls are widely exposed for her," Neethu clarifies.

Excited at the prospect, Kishen slides his torso down the backrest of the sofa and lifts up his legs. He sees Manoj sir getting visibly excited watching him by sitting at the far corner. Neethu uses her hands to hold his leg up. His dad holds the other leg. The son and father exchange a smile as Deepti kneels down, facing his crack.

"Are you ready?" she asks. Kishen nods with a wide grin.

Fingering herself for a few seconds while looking at Kishen directly in his eyes, she scoops some of her liquids and smears it generously over his hole. Stroking him in slow paces with the same hand, Deepti dips her nose into his crack and sniffs it up and down several times. Having rimmed him for sufficiently long, Deepti plunges her tongue deep into his hole, and explores it. Aroused beyond comprehension, Kishen looks right and left at Deepti and his dad, and sees them smiling and winking at him.

Bordering shivering, Kishen blurts, "I.. ah... am... ah... about to explode...."

"Me too." says Manoj sir who has been stroking himself vigorously watching his wife.

Without lifting her head Deepti shows her husband the middle finger--at which point Manoj sir cums with a grunt. Sunil breaks a laugh. And just then, Kishen realizes he can't 'endure' anymore. Pushing away Deepti's hand from his dick and pushing hard her head into his crack with the other hand, Kishen begins to stroke himself fast, and cums in a few-many self-strokes. Neethu notices goose bumps appearing all over his body. They let go of his legs, allowing him to reel in from having cum.

"Good endurance, son," says Sunil. He gets up and proceeds to join Rames, Savi (his wife, Kishen' mom) and Usha in sleep.

Deepti proceeds to lick up Kishen's cum--all of which (although not much) spurted on his tummy. She also scoops some with her fingers and shares with with Neethu, who leans over to casually lick it up like a lollipop.

"You're empty, but I need your cum on my tits. Sit up and cut-and-paste the cum remaining on your tummy on to my breasts, don't smear them," Deepti orders.

Kishen instantly obliges although he wondered why she could not do it herself since she was already scooping the cum from his tummy with her fingers. Be he dared not to ask.

"Come here Manoj!!!" Deepti orders. Manoj sir obediently gets down on his knees from the chair and comes towards her (them) on all fours, and opens his mouth.

"Do you expect me to feed you? Not this time. Lick it up. And do it very, very slowly." she orders and proceeds to sit back on her bum, stretching her legs out while leaning her upper body against her hands for support.

"Aaahh... it sure feels good to stretch after squatting for god knows how long..." she adds.

Like a trained puppy, Manoj sir begins to lick of every thread and smear of Sunil's, Ramesh's, and Kishen's cum from her tits.

"Looks like the ball sacs of all the men are empty. It will be a while before they're ready again, and I'm still horny" Neethu says to Deepti in a concerning tone, rubbing her hand on Kishen's thigh.

"I have not even been fucked yet. Wait your turn when the men are ready," Deepti responds.

"... and I have not fucked anyone yet," says Manoj sir, looking at Neethu.

Deepti pinches Manoj sir's ear. He moans slightly in pain (or pleasure?).

"No one asked your thoughts... go back to licking my tits clean, and go sit back in the corner when you're done." Deepti scolds. Humbled, Manoj sir follows his wife's orders, and continues to lick up cum off her tits very very slowly.

"That's kinda gross... but who am I to judge anyone?" Kishen says to himself.

"Feeling awkward? Kishen?" Deepti asks Kishen.

"Uhm.. not... Just thinking..."

"Thinking what?" Neethu asks.

"A lot of things, to be honest," Kishen replies.

"That's natural, what you've been witnessing is a lot to digest. Just don't let thoughts overload keep you from enjoying in these indulgences, which, by the way, is very rare in our society," Deepti says.

"Is sex rare in our country?" Kishen asks.

"No, of course not, but this kind of inter- and intra-family dynamic. That sure is rare, if not taboo," Deeptu answers.

"Consider yourself very very lucky," Neethu adds.

Kishen pauses for a while, processing their answers. He then turns to Neethu.

"I have a question, Neethu. Shall I ask?"

"Fire away..."

"Does your husband know? I mean, are you doing all of this without his knowledge? You know... do you love him?"

Deepti breaks a laugh.

"... that's three questions. But I'll answer that with counter questions. What do you think? I mean, do you think it would have been right to hide my secret sex life from my husband?"

"Well.... I don't know. I guess, if there is no love between you two, then it makes sense to have a secret sex life. Otherwise its cheating, right?"

"It's always cheating to fuck around with your better half or significant other oblivious to it," Deepti adds.

"Mine is a love marriage, Kishen. I've dated plenty of guys. He is the man that I was sure would be worthy to be my husband, and me, his wife," Neethu responds.

"So, he knows about all these? Has he always known?"

"Well, it was not that I told him about it right on our second date. But I made it known to him early on that I was no virgin when we started dating. I gave it time, and patience. I would never hide anything from my true love. That's why we dated for 4 years. It was a journey of getting to know each other, being sure to trust each other, testing the waters, and opening up to each other, again, on all fronts including kinks and dirty secrets, and then coming in a mutual understanding. Looking back, it all seems so easy, but it was risky, tense, and not smooth in anyway. But I would not have done it any other way. The trust-factor has to be intact," lectures Neethu.

"If you don't mind, can I be more direct?" Kishen asks.

"I know what you're going to ask. You're going to ask if he, i. e my husband, knows that I have sex my own dad and mom right?"

Kishen looks sharp into Neethu's eyes and nods slowly.

Just as Neethu was about to answer the sound of the calling bell pierced into their ears, jolting them up.

"Who the hell is that?!?" most of them wondered.

In a jiffy, Manoj sir got up, scanned the living room's floor for his uncle shorts, spotted it in a corner, went and picked it up and wore it--restoring his respect commanding demeanor of strict man. Deepthi stuffed back her tits into her nightie, got up, and settled her waist-tied nightie. Neethu got up and settled her nightie too, preparing to go and open the door.

Nude and not knowing what to do, Kishen gets up and decides to dash into Usha's room. Halfway through his sprint, he remembers he'd stripped and kept his clothes in Neethu's room (Part 7). He swiftly changes course to Neethu's room that's between living room and Usha's room. Closing the door behind him as quietly as possible, Mr Bond sticks his ear onto it to listen and try and figure out who the unannounced guest could possibly be.

He vaguely hears the sound of a man and a woman, mixed with the greeting voices of Neethu, Deepti, and Manoj sir.

For a good several minutes, his ears picked up bits and pieces of the 5 conversing. He failed to make much sense of it. All he could make out is that the guests were being well welcomed, or being made to feel so. Anticipating their plausible entry into Neethu's room, Kishen locks the door ever-so-silently and wears his dress ever-so-quickly. And just as he places his ear back on the door, Neethu knocks on the door from the other side. Feeling confused, and helpless, Kishen opens the door.

"Hello Kishen, come say hi to the guests," Neethu says sporting a fake broad smile. "I'm going back to the Kitchen to make tea for all."

Before Kishen could whisper anything, Neethu walks away as though she was a human robot.

Wiping his face and settling his hair with his bare hands, Kishen proceeds through the passage and enters the living room.

Sitting on the sofa are GeetaMa, Neethu's MIL, and Prateek, her hubby. The adjacent side of the sofa were being occupied by a very respectful looking couple--Deepti aunty and Manoj sir. Prateek looked more like a bulked-up adult Kishen with a strict-man demeanor. His mother, Geeta, who everyone lovingly called GeetaMa because of her age--which fell in the late 50s age bracket-- looked a bit younger from how Kishen had remembered seeing her. She'd lost a few pounds and appeared to gain some vitality. But she still looked as old and graceful as any senior woman of her age ought to be--wrinkled but fit with a bit of a muscle-and-skin-sagging due to aging.

"Ah.. Kishen. Come over. Grab a chair and sit with us," orders Manoj sir. Kishen couldn't disobey his authoritative tone. Wearing a tension-hiding smile, he does as instructed and sits before them with hands crossed.

"Nice to meet you again Kishen. You look tensed," says Prateek, extending a hand shakes.

"I'm not, Prateek Bhaiya" says Kishen as he responds to the handshake.

He feels Manoj sir and Deepti's giving him glances amid all the formal conversations they're having with the guests.

"What are you doing these days, beta?" GeetaMa asks.

"I've started PU this year, GeetaMa."

"Ah... good to know you remember my name. Good boy." GeetaMa compliments.

"How can he not know. You two are husband and mother-in-law of our dear neighbors that we've all known for several years," Manoj sir adds.

Kishen nods, wearing the smile.

Neethu enters the living room, bringing tea for all. "Me and Kishen were childhood playmates and friends through most of our adolescence. It's only around degree time and my marriage that we started seeing less of each other," Neethu says, as she served tea to each of them. She proceed to sit next to GeetaMa.

"He reminds me a lot like Prateek, when he was his age," says GeetaMa.

"He IS a lot like Prateek," Neetu adds, with a subtle naughty smile.

Everyone smiles, more formally than not.

"So, can I ask you a question Kishen?" says Prateek.

"Ye.. yes, Prateek Bhai. What do you want to know?"

"Did you enjoy sniffing GeetaMa's panties that Deepti aunty gave you the other day?" Prateek asks with a wicked smile.

To be continued.