NOTE:- This is one more Indian incest story submitted by me to literotica. Since I am lack in English there may be some mistakes. I once again ask the readers to correct themselves where ever necessary. Otherwise, I hope you may enjoy this story. All the characters in this story involved in sexual activities are at the age of above 18.
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'Dama..dama..dama..dada..dada..dummmm...' our ears deafened for a second by the sound of thunder which followed a powerful lightening.
It was raining heavily. I and my young brother in law Mahesh hideout ourselves in a small shelter. He stood to my left; folded his hands on his chest and shivering due to the chillness. The splashes of rain water made us almost drenched. My sari skimped with the curves of my beautiful body. The firm breasts took a rounded shape and stood proudly inside it. The rain further intensified accompanied with wind. So he came close to me with his fingers touching my boobs. While touching my boob the secretion of adrenalin made him shiver more and his hand patting the globe of my melon. I saw his dick become harder and making bulge in the side of his Bermudas.
I,Shalini, aged 27 married elder brother of Mahesh since 8 years. I am a quite pretty woman fair looking, 5'9", having a structure of 36-28-38 with enormous breasts and beautiful rounded flared ass, weighing around 60 kgs and very fair complexion. I am little higher than the normal Indian women. My husband Suresh was 6' height and normal structure. We were perfectly matched each other.
My husband and my father in law were running a small super market in the town which is 4 km away from our home. We were living as a joint family. My mother in law passed away 6 years back. My husband and my FIL will look after the stores alternatively. Since my husband went to nearby city for purchase, I came to the store to relieve my FIL for some time to take rest. After freshening up he returned to the stores and took over the charges. My BIL who is in study holidays dropped my FIL in the stores by his motor cycle and in return taking me to home. While returning home we were caught in the rain and so we stopped at this shelter.
Mahesh was short and fatty like her mother. He is much fairer, 18 years old, around 5'3" in height and weighing around 80kgs.
I felt his fingers drawing pattern on my tits. The rain was intensified further. Now he came closer to me and he was almost cupping my boob with his hand. He was trying to show him that he was not intentionally touching me and it was just an incident. But the bulge in his Bermudas showed that he was enjoying it.
There is no sign of recession in rain.
"Mahesh shall we go now. I am lot of works to do in our house," I told him.
"Anni (the Tamil word used to call the wife of elder brother ) the rain is heavy. We will wait for some time," he replied in a disappointed voice.
"No we will move now," I came out of the shelter without waiting for his reply.
He came out and kicked the starter of the bike severely which showed his disappointment over my decision. I sat sideways dropping both of my legs on the left side of the bike (normally Indian ladies will sit in this position only, when they wear sari). My right hand surrounded his waist with my palm rested on his fleshy belly; my left hand held the pillion.
It was a sports model bike; hence the seat is inclined towards the rider. So I was forced to rest my right on his back. Since I turned a little right towards him my right breast was pressing on his back. He started the bike and asked me to sit carefully.
Due to the recent rains the road was damaged considerably. There were so many pot holes on the road filled with rain water. Even though he rode the vehicle carefully, it fell into a pot hole and my hand held in his belly dropped down directly over his dick. To regain the balance I held it firmly with my hand and adjusted myself. He was not wearing any under wear. I felt the length and girth of it over his Bermudas. It was so bigger than of a normal man and matched with his fatty body. My boobs were pressing so hard against his back due to my inclined position.
This made his dick further hard and I could feel the pulse of the veins running over it. I felt His dick is so bigger than my husband. I wondered how he got such a big one at this age. My thoughts rolled back 8 years.
I got married with Suresh in the year 2007. I was studying 3rd year degree course then. When I entered my husband's house Mahesh was only 10 years old studying his 5th class. At the time he was so cute with puffy cheeks, fatty like his mother and whitish in color. He was so pet to his mother and always covers himself behind her. He will not go anywhere or attached with others of his age group.
He was afraid of coming near to me initially. I was very eager to pinch his puffy cheeks and kiss him often. I liked his fatty structure and wished to hug him to feel his slender flesh. Slowly she left his mother and came close to me. I used to take him tuition in the house. In the next exam he secured first rank. He was appreciated by his teachers and parents for his achievement. This made him more closer to me. He almost forgot his mother and always behind me whenever he is at home. I will often hug him towards me shoving his face in my tummy just below my breast line. There was a mother- son relation developed between us.
Pongal festival was fast approaching. I and my mother-in-law put mehanthi(tattoo with natural color) on our hands when Mahesh went to school. On return from school seeing our mehanthi, he also wanted it and put in his hands. So I put it on his hands. Half an hour later he wanted to piss. Since he was mehanthi on both his hands he called his mother for help. My MIL was attending some cooking in the kitchen. So she asked me to help him.
I took him to the bathroom, lowered his trousers and took his tender penis with my hand and lead him to piss in the toilet. It was very cute and fatty like a small banana. The size of it was much better than my hubby's flaccid cock. I liked it very much and patted it gently after he pissed. I was very eager to taste it in my mouth. I controlled myself remembering that he is a small boy. I cleaned it and dressed him up.
That night, I gave my husband a wonderful blow job for the first time since our marriage. He was surprised by my action. Because previously he asked me so many times for a blow job which I refused instantly. My voluntary action on that day made him amaze and happy.
"Anni," I came out of thoughts when Mahesh called me. He said, "Please get down. We reached our home."
When I came to the present world, I saw my hand still holding his dick firmly. I suddenly removed my hand from there and rushed into the house.
We were fully drenched in the rain water. So I went into my bed room and bolted it to change my dress. I entered the bathroom and unrobed my sari, petticoat, blouse and bra. I washed myself in the fresh water. Then I dried and covered me with a dry bath towel. I came out of the bathroom. When I entered the bedroom I saw some shadows near the door. I thought it was Mahesh who is near the door and peeping in through the key hole. I wanted to catch him. I stepped towards the door and later changed my mind.
