Bang, bang with monstrous cock, incest angle

                                         Bang, bang with monstrous cock, incest angle

                                                                     (Erotic, fantasy)

I heard the doorbell chime, rushed from the kitchen, and opened the door. A beaming Mrs. Mala Tiwari walked in. She is the Manager in charge of our colony; she allocates accommodation to staff and looks after maintenance. She is also a very good friend of my mother-in-law, Bhakti.

Mala grabbed my 3-year-old son, Rahul, from me and kissed him. Rahul is a typical male; he screams and cries if any male touches him, but is all smiles when a busty, sexy female hugs him. Mala is about my MIL’s (Mother-in-Law) age, a divorcee, and the mother of a boy studying in a residential college.

Anyone looking at Mala will first look at her coconut-sized boobs, not just because of the size, but also because she thrusts them into the faces of others. She is of medium height, very fair, and well covered. A few more kilos, and she would be termed fat. She was on the border and sexy. She oozed sex from every pore and every part of her body.

“Where is Bhakti?” she asked me and went into the hall. My MIL and Mala remind me of two teenage girls on the verge of puberty, giggling and whispering secrets of their boob pressings. Both hugged, sat, and started their animated gossip. I resisted my impulse to shout at them to behave like two busty, middle-aged women and not like two horny teenagers and went into the kitchen.

I could overhear a few words:” Negro”, “Huge”, and ”Big cock”. I brought coffee, which she gratefully accepted, finished, and left in a hurry.

“What is it?”I asked MIL.

“Mala is over the moon. Tomorrow, one hunk is coming from South Africa for a seminar. She only knows that he is black and is 6’10’’ tall. She is dreaming about his cock and how to manage it to bang her pussy. She is going to put him in her spare bedroom, and there is no accommodation.” Bhakti told me……….

…………“Shweta, come here urgently,” Bhakti, my MIL, shouted from the balcony the next morning.

By now, in four years of marriage, I knew by her tone if the purpose of the call was to admonish, praise, or show something interesting………or erotic. There is huskiness in her voice if she wants to show or share something erotic in nature.  I wondered what she could have found erotic at six A.M.

Her voice was never huskier. I wiped my hands on a napkin and went onto the balcony. She leaned on the balcony wall and was watching something. She thrust her glorious buttocks and spread her legs. I lifted her nightie and draped it on her back, and clutched her pussy with my middle finger extended. It went easily in her very wet, flowing pussy. With other fingers, I clutched her pussy mound.

“What is it, Maa ji, what turned you on so early in the morning?” I asked her.

I followed her gaze. Mala was walking with a man into her apartment, which was opposite ours. What flummoxed my MIL was the man who was tall like the Eiffel Tower, very well built, and very black. He must be at least  6’10’’, lean and muscular. He was wearing a green T-shirt and jeans. His walk had the grace of a leisurely saunter of a cheetah, which can break into a gallop in a second.  He had the small curly hair typical of African people. His T-shirt was unable to conceal his bulging biceps and muscular chest. He was pulling a suitcase with wheels.

He instinctively felt our stare and looked up, smiled, and waved. He had a friendly smile and very white teeth, which gleamed with unnatural brilliance. I blushed pink and waved back.

My MIL shouted. “Hi, stranger, welcome. Mala, who is this gentleman?”

Mala was flabbergasted. I could sense she wanted to sneak this hunk into her apartment without being observed, and gave a sheepish grin and said, “Hello, Bhakti, hello, Shweta. Meet Mr.Henry from South Africa. He came to conduct the seminar in our plant. He will be here for a week. There was no accommodation in the guest house. So I offered him the guest bedroom until an alternative is found. Henry, these beautiful ladies are Shweta and Bhakti. Mala conducted introductions.

He smiled and said “Hello”. We smiled back and waved.

As they vanished into Mala’s house, Bhakti hissed angrily.” Whom is she fooling? She wants to push his massive cock in her wet pussy”. The very thought made her discharge more juices, she spread her legs wider, and I dutifully shoved two fingers and moved my hand fast.

Rahul’s cry broke our spell. I rushed into the bedroom and hugged and pacified my 3-year-old son. He went back to sleep within seconds. Bhakti crawled beside me, pressed her boobs on my back, and hugged me. As she was massaging my tits, I drifted back to sleep, since there was no urgency, as my husband Varun was out of the station. Besides, it was only 6 AM.

As I drifted back to sleep with my MIL squeezing my tits and kissing the nape of my neck, the sequence of events that transformed my Monster-in-Law into a sweet angel mother-in-law played in fast-forward mode in my mind’s 70mm screen.

When Varun told me that his Mom would be staying with us for 2 months until his dad returned from his overseas assignment, I panicked. My MIL could give several tips to on-screen vampish MILs. I would not go so far as to suggest that she was capable of pouring kerosene on me and striking a match, but she was capable of driving me crazy. I told Varun that I would go to my parents or brother and would return after she left.

Varun pleaded with me to give him some time, and he would sort out matters with his Mom. Bhakti was so enamored with her grandson that she left me in peace. In fact, Varun and I started enjoying sex to the hilt since Rahul started sleeping with Bhakti. Rahul was now 3 years old, and we had to be careful what and how we did when he was awake.

Two days after she arrived, Varun and I undressed, and as I was about to get into bed, I had a doubt whether I had turned off the gas on the regulator. I am paranoid about gas, so I put on a nightie and went to the kitchen, checked and as I was coming back, I glanced into MIL’s bedroom. She was not there. Rahul was sleeping peacefully, and pillows were arranged to prevent him from falling from bed.

I saw the door to the balcony was open, so I stepped onto the balcony and retreated immediately as I saw what MIL was doing. She was sitting on a stool with her nightie pulled above her thighs and was moving one hand in her pussy. She was peeping into our bedroom through a gap in the curtains.

I was outraged and thought of pulling Varun and showing him what his Mom was doing, and by the time I entered the bedroom, a naughty idea struck me.

As I was taking out my nightie, Varun asked me to switch off the light and switch on the night light.

I shook my head and smiled provocatively, lifting my hands and removing clips from my hair and allowing my long, black hair to cascade down my back. I know my boobs will stretch and drive Varun mad when I lift up my hands. He gets turned on by the smooth hollow pits of the underarms. Sure enough, his cock strained and stretched to full height.

“Tonight, I want you to bang me in all positions, and I want you to spill your cum on my boobs,” I told him as I climbed into bed.

“What has gotten into my sexy wife, tonight she is behaving like a whore? You never wanted to bang with lights on.” He said, pulling me by the legs to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs like a book and opened pussy lips with fingers to give my MIL a full view of my wet pussy.

“You will not get angry if I tell you?’ I was teasing him, as he squatted on the floor and buried his head in my crotch and started licking my pussy lips. He shook his head.

I knew MIL would be able to hear every word and watch every action from her vantage point.

“I was thanking and thinking of your Mom’s pussy through which such a virile and strong sex machine named Varun emerged.”   I clutched his head and pressed against my pussy.

His grip on my buttocks tightened, and he looked at me with hungry eyes.

“Have you seen her pussy?  Describe it to me, please?” he pleaded and again resumed licking like a madman. I was in seventh heaven. Today, he was like a man possessed.

“I saw her masturbate once in your home. I was watering the plants, and her bedroom curtain was not drawn completely. “I told him and arched my back and screamed as I squirted juice in his mouth. I pulled him up.

“Now, bang me. Tear my pussy” my raunchiness made him hornier. He spread my legs and, with one push, buried his steaming cock in my pussy. He lay on me and started sucking my boobs.

“Tell me, what did you see? How was she doing it?” Varun begged me as he was pinching my nipples.

“Are you not ashamed to know details of your mother’s masturbation?” I asked him in a surprised tone.

“No, you don’t know how many liters of my sperm went into bathroom sinks, imagining her,” he said, taking out his cock almost completely and ramming it home.

My whole body shuddered.

“OK. Your dad was sleeping, turning to one side. She pulled his pajama to below his knees, straddled him, and rubbed her pussy on his hip bone. Enough?” I asked him, gasping for breath as his pounding was leaving me breathless.

“No, was she naked? How were her boobs?” he was now ramming like a man possessed.

“She was not naked. She pulled her nightie above her hips and was grinding her pussy. But I had seen her boobs many times. They are like watermelons, amazingly tight for her age. There is no sag during my talk. He lifted me, made me bend, and was now pounding doggy style, clutching my tits.

“Don’t stop. Keep describing anything.. everything about her…” I was surprised by his infatuation. I kept describing all her assets, recollecting all the porn stories I had read.

Finally, when I was riding him, I told him, “You know the reason for your infatuation? It was your Mom’s fault. She allowed you to suck her tits till you were four years old, and there was no milk. She told me,” With my every word, his upward thrust was increasing and thumping on my pussy mound.

“You ungrateful woman, because of that milk, I can ravage your pussy until you cry for mercy,” he was shouting as he finally spent his cum in my pussy, and I collapsed on him.

After a few minutes, he kissed me for a long time, which he normally never does. I mean, after the culmination of banging.

“That was mind-blowing. How did you know I had a crush on Mom?” he asked me, caressing my cheeks.

“I didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have described her daily if you had pounded like this.” I smiled at the spot where his Mom must be watching.

This happened for two days. Each passing day, our sex was getting wilder as we kept discussing his Mom’s assets and various fantasies.

Third day, as we were having lunch, MIL was staring at me thoughtfully.

‘What is the matter, Maa ji?” I asked her.

“You are one lucky woman, my son satisfies you daily,” she observed. I dutifully blushed.

‘Why, Varun’s father is also handsome, he also must have been satisfying you,” I blurted out.

She laughed bitterly.

“He used to. Until he fell into the vortex of meeting targets, promotions, travels, and achievements, which was when Varun was about 10 years old.  Sex had become the last priority. “She confessed sadly.

I was embarrassed. “Why didn’t you……” I could not complete my sentence.

“Have affairs? Had several, but only when I went to my native place. At home, I was sitting with Savitri. Do you know whom I was fantasizing  about when I was rubbing my pussy on Varun’s Dad’s hip?” She laughed and squeezed my shoulder, sending electric currents rushing through my body.

“Stop acting and looking shocked. I know you knew I was watching, and you were getting turned on and flowing by buckets. I pretended not to see you that day on the balcony. You came so suddenly, caught me off guard.” My MIL’s audacity took my breath away. I was speechless.

“OK. I was fantasizing about Varun that day when you saw me masturbating. I pretended to be asleep when Varun used to remove my pallu and masturbate, looking at my boobs. I used to fantasize about him. I still do.” MIL’s confession was so embarrassing, I didn’t know where to look.

We were silent for a few minutes. I cleared my throat.

“Maa ji, tomorrow morning I will take Rohit and go to the garden. When Varun gets up in the morning, he gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tomorrow, wear your sexiest saree and transparent blouse without a bra, and return his kiss and hug so passionately that it would lead to your fantasy land.”  I did not finish my sentence. Bhakti came over,  hugged me, and showered me with so many kisses that I was losing control.

The next day, everything went according to plan, and it eventually ended up in 3 sum and MIL, and I became the most amorous lover.  Every day after dropping Rohit at play school, Bhakti and I have rocking, steaming sessions. In the night, we share Varun without any jealousy or possessiveness. He is also very passionate.

Suddenly, the phone rang shrilly, jolting me awake from deep slumber. I lifted Bhakti’s hand from my boobs, got up, lifted the phone, and said “Hello”.

Mala exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you are still sleeping. You and MIL were awake at 5.30 so I rang you up. Sorry,” She was about to hang up,  I assured her that it was OK.

“ Varun is out of station. So I was just sleeping off. No problem. Tell me,” I said, stifling a yawn. My lethargy vanished with her next sentence, which hit me like a bucket of ice water.

“Shweta, I can hardly walk. That monstrous cock. He was very gentle. But what stamina and energy? He finished banging me 15 minutes back, you know, we started after you had seen us. “Mala was in ecstasy.

“How big is it?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“14 inches. I measured it and thick as your bangle,” Mala said proudly.

“My God, you should have been calling me from the ICU of the hospital,” I exclaimed.

‘I would have. But he is a gentle giant. If he rammed me like in those porn movies, I would have been bleeding like a stuck pig. Anyway, why I called you is, can you bring your car in front and drop me off at the plant? I am not in a position to walk to the garage and drive,” Mala was pleading.

I said OK and asked her why Henry was not dropping her off. She told him he had already left for the meeting.

I woke up, Bhakti. We freshened ourselves. Made ourselves as presentable as possible, and while Bhakti carried Rahul, I took the car from the garage and parked in front of Mala’s house and honked.

Mala came out. I got out and extended my hand. She was walking stiffly, a little rigidly, but was glowing and blushing like a bride who had just lost her virginity. She took my hand, beamed, and thanked me.

She sat in the passenger seat with difficulty and winced. I started the car, and as I was driving, Bhakti asked suddenly,” Mala, did he bang you in the Anus?”

I was appalled. “Maa ji, watch your language,” I exclaimed.

Mala recovered.”It’s OK. No, Bhakti, he didn’t bang me in the anus. If he did, you would have been taking me to the hospital.”

As I was driving, Mala gave a graphic account of how he undressed her, how he sucked her boobs and gently kissed, licked her boobs and pussy, and finally how he banged her.

“My God, he went on and on. I was as light as a child to him; he was rocking me up and down on his cock. Then, very easily, he would bend me and bang me in doggy, then I would ride him. All effortlessly. It is amazing,” Mala gushed.

“Finally, where did he cum? Hope he is free from AIDS and other horrible diseases,” I asked.

“In my pussy, of course. He is a devoted father and husband. I checked his medical file. He is sterilized and is perfectly healthy. You won’t believe the amount he discharged. I kept cleaning for a long time.” Mala could not stop beaming.

“Lucky you, you can get banged and pounded for a week.” No mistaking the jealousy in Bhakti’s voice.

Mala laughed. “I can barely walk. I don’t think I can take anything in pussy for the next two days. “ As an afterthought, she suddenly asked us, 'Bhakti, Shweta, why don’t you two get banged? You don’t get such cocks every day.”

The car swerved as I almost jumped. Bhakti was enthusiastic. “Do you think he will agree?” she asked.

“He already agreed. He asked me if it was possible to bang you two. He found you both very attractive and sexy. I said I will talk to you.” Mala was beaming.

“Tomorrow, we will drop Rahul in crèche and be there at say 8 AM. Will it be ok?” Bhakti was already on cloud nine and was making up plans for me also, without asking me.

“I think so. His meeting is tomorrow in the afternoon. You will have 3 hours. See you,” Mala got out of the car and walked to the elevators of the office, walking as if suffering from cramps.

I shouted at Bhakti, “What is this? You are offering your daughter-in-law to a stranger? Shame on you!”

Bhakti was surprised, “I thought you would be thanking me. How many MILs will be broad-minded like me? Grab this opportunity. You will probably never see a 14-inch cock in this lifetime.”

I was scared, excited, and my pussy was overflowing.

“OK. Maa ji, but you should accompany me, I won’t go alone,” I said nervously. She squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

Varun talked on the phone. He would come after three days. MIL and I had a very hot, steaming session. I could sense she was also excited. I had fitful sleep.

Next morning, we bathed, took care to wash each other thoroughly, and dressed provocatively. We left Rahul at crèche and parked in Mala’s garage.

My heart was thudding in my chest so loudly, I thought everyone in a 10-meter radius would be able to hear as I rang the doorbell.

Henry opened the door with a big smile and invited us. Mala was still limping, waved at us, and went to shower. She told us to go to the master bedroom, and she would leave and lock the door.

Henry was wearing a tracksuit and a cut-sleeved banian. His massive biceps and barrel-like chest were awesome. They were shining like mahogany wood. We went into the master bedroom.

“ You want me to close the door?” he asked in a soft voice. For such a Giant, he had a very soft, smooth voice. I nodded dumbly. MIL and I sat on the bed. He closed the door and sat in the chair opposite me. Even when he was seated, he was towering over us.

“ Hi, I am Henry,” he extended his hand with a smile.

Bhakti conducted introductions, “ Hi, I am Bhakti, this is my daughter-in-law, Shweta.” He shook our hands. Our hands were like Rahul’s when compared to his.

“Ladies, please relax. I am not going to hurt you. I will be very gentle. I suggest I bang one at a time. I mean, today one, tomorrow another. Who wants to be my mate today?” Before I could open my mouth, Bhakti pushed me.

“She has been dreaming the whole night about your cock. Bang her today. But I want her pussy in one piece. I don’t want my son to suffer later,” she warned him, wagging a finger in his face.

He laughed, hugged her, lifted her easily, and put her on the bed. Before she realized what was happening and was standing dazed, he pulled her saree and petticoat.

She screamed and told him not to tear her blouse, and she herself removed her blouse and bra and was stark naked. He turned to me and asked, “This lady must be harassing you a lot. Do you want me to pound her so badly she will never dream of raising her voice again?”

I smiled back at him as he gently pulled and removed my saree. I took off my blouse and bra and pulled down his tracksuit, and both of us gave a gasp.

His cock was stirring from sleep and was half awake. It must be at least a foot long and as thick as a bangle. He took off his banian and was splendidly naked. He gently made us lie on our backs and pulled our feet so that our buttocks were on the edge of the bed.

Even when he was on his knees, he was towering over us. We were lying flat on our backs, with our shoulders almost touching. He first kissed me lightly on the forehead. Then on my eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.  As his thick lips were sending shock waves through my brain, his one hand was caressing and teasing my boobs and nipples.

It was like testing the soil before starting spade work. With other long, strong fingers, he was squeezing MIL’s big boobs more mercilessly. I was getting aroused more by my MIL’s shameless moans and raunchy outbursts.

Our spectacular melon-sized boobs, of which we were so proud and which send many men crazy, were like small rubber balls in his hands. He could burst them like balloons if he so wanted. He started kissing and sucking my breasts, and all the time he was using one hand for one lady. His hand almost encircled my boob, which he was squeezing and increasing pressure to test how much I could bear.

He gave no such concession to MIL. He was mauling her tits rather mercilessly, heedless of her squeals. His hot, thick cock was brushing my thigh. Involuntarily, I clutched his head and pressed it to my breast.

“I can take much more. Don’t worry. I will tell you if I am in pain,” I whispered in his ear. He took his mouth from my tit, looked into my eyes, and smiled.

“You are so beautiful and so delicate, I don’t want to hurt you. Though I try to be gentle, once I get excited, it will be very difficult for me to control myself. Keep telling me and pinching me,” he said, and started sucking and squeezing with gay abandon. He removed his hand from MIL and was using both hands, and was totally concentrating on me.

I started moaning and screaming. My crescendo was slowly going up as he expertly started rubbing pussy lips with his long fingers. MIL had reached behind him and was rubbing her boobs on his back, looking over his shoulder into my eyes, and was smiling.

She was using such obscene, raunchy language that my pussy juices were oozing like water from a broken dam. My MIL is well built, but looks like a baby on his back.

With his fingers tweaking my nipples, he moved down, kissing my stomach and navel, and reached the final, forbidden frontier, pussy.

He kissed my velvet smooth pussy mound ( my MIL painstakingly cleaned) …

……and started the best licking I ever had or dreamed was possible. He parted his lips and inserted his very long tongue and gobbled up all the juice faster than I produced. His tongue was like a snake worming into all the nooks, corners, and crevices of my pussy. I almost fainted with pleasure. He did not stop squeezing my tits or pinching nipples while his tongue was poking my clit like a woodpecker.

I arched my back and, with thighs quivering, let go of several spurts which he gratefully swallowed.

When he removed his head, his thick lips, chin, and cheeks were drenched with my juices and were almost dripping. My MiL clamped her lips on his and lapped all my juices and licked his chin and cheeks.

“Here we go,” I thought, and tensed up as he spread my legs and touched the head of his monstrous cock on my pussy lips. My MIL was watching with rapt attention as his thick cock was trying to enter my pussy.

He laughed.

“ Relax, Shweta. It will go, may not be all the way. Your gynecologist shoves his hand in your pussy, so my cock  will pass through, but relax …” his soothing words helped me relax, and his cock started worming into my wet pussy.

My MIL was exclaiming, “You know, Shweta, it is like that Discovery channel where they show snakes gobbling rats. You would think a snake’s jaws would tear off until the rat is gobbled. I didn’t know you had so much space in your pussy”. I could feel pressure on my pussy inner walls as Henry’s cock was traveling.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the exquisite pleasure and pain. Suddenly, there was a heady, musky scent enveloping me. I opened my eyes to find my vision filled with MIL’s pussy and ample buttocks. She clamped her vertical lips on my horizontal ones and lay on top of me. Her heavy boobs pressed warmly on my stomach. I knew she chose this vantage position to have a clear view of Henry’s cock ravaging my pussy.

Henry stopped pushing as his cock reached the end of travel.

“That’s it. You have taken a couple of inches more than I expected.” He complimented.

‘Maa ji, how much is left outside?” I stopped licking her pussy and asked.

“I think about 5 inches, Shweta. You are amazing. It is so beautiful, his cock has fitted so snugly in your pussy.”  Bhakti’s voice was filled with wonder.

“OK, be ready for some heavy-duty pounding,” Henry announced like an Air Hostess cautioning passengers to fasten their seat belts.

I resumed licking MIL’s pussy and was enjoying Henry’s expert banging. He started slowly taking measure of my pussy’s depth and increased pace to a crescendo, my whole body, MIL’s body, and the cot were shaking so violently, I thought one of us would break. Henry was a master craftsman; he knew exactly how much depth he should excavate my pussy and operated within that distance with perfect rhythm.

MIL was going crazy and was discharging juices copiously in my mouth and was screaming and shouting like a slut. As soon as she collapsed on me like a rag doll after climaxing many times, Henry lifted her as he would a baby and gently dropped her on the bed beside me.

Without removing his cock he lay on his back with one hand clutching my buttocks, and he removed the clip holding my hair. My thick, long tresses flowed down my back. I could feel his cock jump in my pussy. I knew he had a fetish for long hair.

I started riding him without any fear that his cock would damage my internal organs, since he was lifting me and dropping down on his cock by clutching my buttocks. He was playing with me like a baby. I also smiled at him seductively, lifting my hands and playing with my long hair. My boobs were jumping all over the place, and I was screaming and moaning. I thought I would go crazy.

From here, the sequence is hazy. The only thing I remembered was he had pounded me in every and all positions, doggy bending, doggy kneeling, missionary with legs on his shoulders, and spread-eagled, and many positions.

He did not seem to tire at all. My thighs, pussy, and back started to hurt. But I didn’t want him to stop.

I lost track of time. When he finally asked me where he should cum in my pussy or on my boobs, I knew the show was coming to an end.

Before I could reply, Bhakti told him. ”Cum in her pussy. It is a safe period for her.”

Henry smiled, “That way I am safe. I am sterilized after 2 kids. But I wanted her preference.”

I told him to fill my pussy. That time I was in doggy position. He held me by the waist and increased the pace, and suddenly stopped and came on and on and on. His hot liquid splashed inside, filling me with joy. After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew.

His cum leaked out from my pussy in rivulets. I was not bothered. I kissed him, gave a final hug, and left for the bathroom. He came behind me, trailed by Bhakti. My MIL cleaned my pussy thoroughly and his cock, which was massive even when in a deflated state.

As I was limping, I realized Mala’s predicament. At least I did not have to go to the office. I looked at the clock and exclaimed, it was time to pick up Rahul from Creche. I hurriedly dressed up, thanked both of them, kissed, and left.

As I left, Bhakti was asking him when he had to go to the seminar and if he could have one more round with her. He told her he would have lunch, and after one hour, he would be ready for the second session. His seminar was at 14:30, and they had plenty of time. Bhakti told me she would come home in the evening, and Mala would drop her off.

Varun returned after 2 days and could not understand why both ladies had similar back pains, thigh pains, and reluctance to bang. We requested him to bear with us for 3 more days. He reluctantly agreed and left us to ourselves.

We did not get another chance since he had to urgently leave for Delhi the next day. We thanked Mala for sharing with us and asked her if she was banged again.

She grinned, “No. I asked him if he had banged the same lady many times. He said only a few women had the capacity to get banged on successive days. So don’t feel you have missed out on anything.”

Slowly, we fell into our routine, and I don’t think any mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have the same secrets to share like us. Now MIL and I are best of friends……………….

THE END

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