I masturbated on the shocking event that I witnessed a while back. I wiped my cum off on Usha Aunty's and her daughter Neetu's panties.
"Shit! I've got to clean these panties or do something about it before I place them back in the pile of Usha aunty's dirty laundry," I thought to myself as I came to my post-nut clarity.
As I hid the panties under my bed, I realized that I could barely contain the excitement of what I had witnessed. As a virgin and an adolescent who was well disciplined on sex and sexuality, and that too by my mother. I witnessed something revolting and equally exciting.
"But who do I tell? Of course, my buddies Deepak, Tariq, and Kartik! But what should I say? Won't I be judged, or worse, be tarnishing the name of my parents? What if they spilled it to others?" Such questions nagged in my mind over the next few days.
"Are most Indian adults or couples free and open to sex? Are other families or people in the building involved in group sex acts and affairs? Or are my parents, Usha aunty, and Ramesh uncle the only unknown bad apples in the building?" I wondered.
Seeing them fuck amped up my fantasies involving the aunties and ladies I knew. For example, I began imagining myself fucking the daylights out of senior citizen Manoj Sir's not-so-old, dusky and extremely soft-spoken second wife, Deepti aunty.
She is 12 years younger than him. They lived in the door right opposite Usha aunty's flat. Manoj sir is a retired university head and one of the strictest men I know. His strictness made the thought of fucking Deepti aunty more exciting.
Many years back, he caught me and Neetu red-handed. As young kids, we were showing and exploring each other's private parts at the rarely used fire exit stairs of our building. We were playing hide and seek, and one thing led to another. We weren't horny but, rather, more curious.
I still remember Manoj sir's roaring, "What are you doing?" He came out of the blue, pinched my ear, and grabbed Neetu's hand. He dragged us into his house to shout the daylights out of us. We were trembling.
Then a new bride, Deepti aunty, calmed him down and took us into her room. She explained to us about 'complexities' of what we were doing. We begged her not to tell our moms, and she agreed.
Since the incident, I haven't done or spoken to Neetu about anything resembling sex or lust. But I had developed urges towards her later. I fantasized about losing our virginity to each other. I have no clue how that would be possible.
"Does Neetu know that her parents were fucking mine?" was another doubt that haunted me.
I have fucked Neetu over a hundred times in my mind. Now, I started imagining doing her with each of our parents watching in approval. Thanks to Tariq's blatant but vulgar remark where he suggested Deepak fuck his mom, I began imagining doing all the moms in a steamy one-man foursome.
Thoughts about my mom Savitri also crossed my mind many times. But I would also be repelled by it. She is beautiful nonetheless. Seeing her licking my dad's balls while fingering his crack took me to a new dimension of arousal.
The risks of sharing what I saw with my friends would be immense. I decided to keep it all to myself. I knew they wouldn't judge me because we are porn scholars. But still, why take the risk of the unknown? I remember during school days when Deepak playfully 'eewed' at Tariq in front of the whole class for allegedly looking and smiling at his dick.
The poor lad had to live with being called the gay of the class for quite a long time. Coming back from that warning memory, I began wondering, "What next, Kishen? When would be the next time they do it? You desperately want to join, but how? Would they even allow you?"
Over the next three weeks, I bunked classes randomly, hoping to find my parents in the act with their beloved neighbors. Sadly, I found nothing. Besides, I feared Usha aunty may begin to suspect something unusual with me checking in her house more than usual, that too when I am supposed to be at college.
I gave lame excuses whenever she asked. I knew I was gambling with her trust. Suppose my college authorities alerted my mother about my absence, or even Usha aunty mentioning my frequent appearances at her house, I might get in deep trouble.
I could scrape off my dried cum off Usha aunty and her daughter's panties. But I couldn't sneak them to their house. Whenever I got into her house, she didn't have a pile of dirty laundry. I feared she could get suspicious if an old pair of used panties suddenly appeared, especially after I'd paid a visit.
My affection for her and Neetu kept me from throwing away their panties. THose panties served me with nothing but love. But I badly needed their freshly used panties as well. I battled my horniness and helplessness.
A day came when Kartik, Tariq, Deepak and I decided to catch up for a cricket match. During our school days, we used to stay back at the playground after cricket and chit-chat till late evening.
"Man, I missed this kind of post-match gathering," I said as we sat beside the playground.
They nodded in agreement.
"So, anyone was able to fall in love, get kissed, score a chick, or get laid?" I asked.
"No, but apparently, a senior in my department has slept with one of my teachers," said Deepak.
"And here we go with the rumors again, just like school days. Not interesting anymore, bro," said Tariq.
"So what's interesting for you? Incest? Especially since you suggested I do it with your mom?" asked Deepak.
"Oh my, Deepak remembers and didn't let it slide," I thought.
"That came out by mistake, man. And I said I was sorry," said Tariq.
"That was awkward as fuck," said Kartik.
"Hit me if you want. But I'd say that as consenting adults, there is nothing wrong should you hang out with Fidha aunty." I said rather nervously.
"Man, what the fuck!" reacted Deepak.
"Building on that hypothesis, let's say Tariq made out with your mom. Deepak, what would you do?" asked Kartik abruptly.
"Dad and I would beat the meat out of him," Deepak said rather annoyingly.
Jumping in with a response, I asked, "What if your dad was cool about it?"
"C'mon, there is no way he'd be cool about it. Are you insane?" asked Deepak.
