Kishen’s life-changing Discovery – Part 12

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

Opening his eyes and taking moments to come to his senses, he found that the wind he felt was from the fan. The comfort he felt while riding his cruise bike was Usha Aunty’s thighs against his rear. Her body cupped his as they slept in a fetal-like position.

He looked at Neetu. She slept facing him in a similar fetal position–cuddled up by Savi from behind. Neetu opened her eyes. The two smiled at each other like playful children. They remembered how, as kids, they went to bed the same way with their moms when the two families went for weekend outings.

“What are you thinking?” Neetu 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, Sunil uncle and Pappa became close friends after you moved in. 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.”

“And they added you in?”

“Of course not. They were very apologetic but equally responsible. Till I turned 19, they educated and counselled me about their lifestyle, the risks, the advantages, etc. After they were sure I understood everything, they invited me to join. I always had a crush on your dad, so I let him take my virginity and join them ceremoniously—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. They taught me how teen love can seem surreal and larger-than-life yet be fragile and shallow. So I had been cautious. I decided to break up with my then-boyfriend on the month of my 19th birthday. I never found a true lover until I found my husband years later.

“How did you gel with Usha aunty and Ramesh uncle? Wasn’t there any element of shock or surprise for any of you?”

“Our parent’s lifestyle made them pretty accommodating. I indulged with the group but kept my distance from Pappa for a long time. He had his inclination for me but never pursued me to not make me uncomfortable in any way. Honestly, I can’t imagine how disgusted I would have been had he tried to approach me then. It would have been a shock and too much to handle. It would have perhaps ruined our relationship as dad and daughter.”

“So, how did you 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 concern is that no one should be scarred, pushed, groomed, or inconvenienced. The dynamic is more about respecting boundaries above everything else.”

Neetu smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“I was just recalling the day your dad took my virginity. It was 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 noticed how you both are so involved with each other.”

Kishen blushed.

“Any more questions?”

“I still feel far from making full sense of it all. Please don’t mind me if I keep bugging you with questions.”

“Of course not. I’ve got to get up now. I wonder what our fathers are doing. Abhay (the baby) has been sleeping long enough,” says Neetu. She gets up from the bed. Kishen decides to go along with Neetu. As he gets up, he feels an ache in his butthole. It momentarily takes him back to what he’s been through.

The two quietly exit and close the door behind them. They see Manoj sir emerge from Neetu’s room. He was wearing his Uncle T-shirt and shorts. Embarrassed, Kishen covers his groin. Neetu isn’t fazed at all being naked in front of Manoj sir.

“When did you come, Manoj sir?” Neetu asks.

“About 20 minutes back. I just dropped baby Abhay to your 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?” Neetu asks, rather annoyed.

“Yes, and me and Deepti went. Ramesh said your mother-in-law is a natural at 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, Neetu walks towards Manoj sir with a naughty smile. Manoj sir smiled at Kishen, watching them and ran his hand affectionately over Neetu’s hair.

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

“Certainly, Manoj sir.”

“That’s my Neetu. Good girl.”

He grabs her tits with both hands and squeezes them. He began 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 began fingering Neetu with one hand. His other hand squeezed her breast milk as he fed on it. Kishen watched Neetu go all-in in being titty-sucked and finger fucked by Manoj sir. Pleasuring her, Manoj sir pushes her back against the passage wall.

He begins to stroke his cock, watching them. He hears faint slurping sounds emerge from the living room. Curious, Kishen walks towards the living room, passing by Neetu and Manoj sir in action. Kishen reaches the living room and looks over to the side.

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

Sensing Kishen’s presence, the trio stop to look at him. They wear a blank smile for a few seconds before going back to their doing their deed. Kishen witnesses the men spurting threads of cum into Deepti’s hungry mouth. She licks it up like honey.

Just as their orgasmic grunts subside, Kishen hears Neetu moaning from having cum by the expert hands of Manoj sir.

“Manoj sir sure was quick. Seems like he knows how to pleasure women. He’s more than a submissive cuckold. There could be a lot to learn from him,” thought Kishen.

Sunil and Ramesh draw their cocks away from Deepti’s mouth and spurt their cum on her neck and tits. Shaking and rubbing off even the last of their cum on Deepti’s tits, the men crash on the sofa, exhausted. Deepti turned to look at Kishen and smiled as she ran 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. Come here.”

Deepti adjusts her squat to face Kishen’s erect and precum-oozing manhood. She rhythmically bobs her head on it, holding his thighs for support. Kishen moans, eyes closed in response to being pleasured by Deepti. He hesitantly opens his eyes after a while when Neetu runs her hand on his hair.

She’s now dressed in her signature white nightie. Zoning back to being pleasured by Deepti, Kishen sees Neetu going over and sitting on one end of the sofa. He notices her glowing face from all the pleasure she’s received. He closes his eyes but not before glancing at his dad and Ramesh uncle 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 bobs her head on Kishen’s dick with just enough pace to keep him on edge and wanting more. Not slowing down, not speeding up.

“Keep your legs a bit apart, Kishen,” Sunil asks Kishen, who does as instructed. Ramesh excuses himself to Usha’s bedroom, saying he will nap for a while. Sunil assures to join him after a while.

Running the fingers of her left hand over his thighs, butt cheek, 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 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 means.

“Oh yes, Ramesh and Sunil told me you were being punished for your guilty confession. It’s fine. 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 slowly rubs the periphery of his hole while still blowing him. He begins to enjoy the sensation. He zones back into being pleasured.

Kishen realizes it’s been a while since he stood that way. Almost 20 minutes have passed since Deepti parades his senses with her blowjob and anal stimulation. She notices him uncomfortable to continue standing. She gently pushes him with her hands, making him step backwards towards the sofa.

Deepti has Kishen sitting between Neetu and his dad. Then Kishen sees Manoj sir sitting on a chair in the room’s far corner. He was naked from the waist down and quietly fondled his dick, watching his wife blow Kishen.

Deepti stands up from her squatting position and looks at Kishen authoritatively. She lifts 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 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 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,” Neetu clarifies.

Excited at the prospect, Kishen slides his torso down the sofa’s backrest and lifts his legs. He sees Manoj sir getting excited, watching him sitting in the far corner. Neetu holds his leg up. His dad holds the other leg. The son and father smile as Deepti kneels, 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 her liquid and smears it over his hole. Stroking him in slow paces with the same hand, Deepti dips her nose into his crack and sniffs it. Deepti plunged her tongue into his hole as she rimmed him sufficiently long.

Aroused beyond comprehension, Kishen looks at Deepti and his dad. He sees them smiling and winking at him.

Shivering, Kishen blurts, “I…am about to explode.”

“Me, too,” says Manoj sir, stroking himself vigorously watching his wife.

Without lifting her head, Deepti shows her husband the middle finger. Manoj sir cums with a grunt. Sunil breaks a laugh. Kishen realizes he can’t ‘endure’ anymore. Pushing away Deepti’s hand from his dick, Kishen begins to stroke himself fast and cums in a few-many self-strokes.

Neetu notices goose bumps appearing all over his body. They let go of his legs, allowing him to settle in from having cum.

“Good endurance, son,” says Sunil. He gets up and proceeds to join Ramesh, Savi (his wife, Kishen’s mom) and Usha in sleep.

Deepti proceeds to lick up Kishen’s cum spurted on his tummy. She also scoops some with her fingers and shares with Neetu. She 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 remaining cum on your tummy onto my breasts, don’t smear them,” Deepti orders.

Kishen instantly obliged. He wondered why she could not do it herself. She was already scooping the cum from his tummy with her fingers. But he dared not to ask.

“Come here, Manoj!” Deepti orders. Manoj sir obediently gets on his knees, 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. She sits back on her bum and stretches her legs.

“Aaahh…it sure feels to stretch after squatting for god knows how long…” she adds.

Like a trained puppy, Manoj sir licks 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,” Neetu says to Deepti, 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 Neetu.

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 sit back in the corner when you’re done.” Deepti scolds. Humbled, Manoj sir followed his wife’s orders and continued to lick up cum off her tits.

“That’s gross, but who am I to judge anyone?” Kishen thought to himself.

“Feeling awkward? Kishen?” Deepti asks Kishen.

“Uhm..no. Just thinking.”

“Thinking what?” Neetu 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 these indulgences. It is very rare in our society,” Deepti says.

“Is sex rare in our country?” Kishen asks.

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

“Consider yourself very, very lucky,” Neetu adds.

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

“I have a question, Neetu.”

“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. What do you think? Do you think it would have been right to hide my secret sex life from my husband?”

“Well, I don’t know. If there is no love between you two, then it makes sense to have a secret sex life. Otherwise, it is 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 I was sure would be worthy to be my husband, and me, his wife,” Neetu 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 told 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.”

“Opening up to each other on all fronts, including kinks and dirty secrets, and coming to a mutual understanding. Looking back, it all seems so easy. But it was risky, tense, and not smooth. But I would not have done it any other way. The trust factor has to be intact,” lectured Neetu.

“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 I have sex with my dad and mom, right?”

Kishen looks sharply into Neetu’s eyes and nods slowly. Just as Neetu was about to answer, the calling bell pierced into their ears, jolting them up.

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

Manoj sir got up and scanned the living room floor for his Uncle shorts. He picked it up and wore it—restoring his respect and commanding demeanour of a strict man. Deepti stuffed her tits back into her nightie, got up, and settled her waist-tied nightie.

Neetu got up and settled her nightie, too, preparing to go and open the door. Nude and not knowing what to do, Kishen got up and dashed into Usha’s room. He remembered he had kept his clothes in Neetu’s room. He swiftly changes course to Neetu’s room between the living room and Usha’s.

Closing the door behind him, Mr Bond sticks his ear onto it to try to figure out who the unannounced guest could be. He vaguely hears the sound of a man and a woman, mixed with the greeting voices of Neetu, Deepti, and Manoj sir.

His ears picked up bits and pieces of the 5 conversations. All he could make out was that the guests were being well welcomed. Kishen locked the door and wore his dress ever-so-quickly. Then Neetu knocks on the door from the other side. Feeling confused and helpless, Kishen opens the door.

“Hello Kishen, come say hi to the guests,” Neetu says, sporting a fake broad smile. “I’m going back to the kitchen to make tea for all.”

Wiping his face and settling his hair with his bare hands, Kishen enters the living room. Sitting on the sofa are Geeta Ma, Neetu’s MIL, and Prateek, her hubby. The adjacent side of the sofa was occupied by a very respectful-looking couple—Deepti aunty and Manoj sir.

Prateek looked more like a bulked-up adult Kishen. His mother, Geeta, was lovingly called GeetaMa because of her age. She looked younger than 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 her age ought to be. Wrinkled but fit with a bit of a muscle-hanging due to ageing.

“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.

“Nice to meet you again, Kishen. You look tense,” says Prateek, extending a handshake.

“I’m not, Prateek Bhaiya,” says Kishen as he responds.

“What are you doing these days, beta?” Geeta Ma asks.

“I’ve started PU this year, Geeta Ma.”

“Ah, good to know you remember even my name. Good boy.”

“How can he not know? You two are husband and mother-in-law of our dear neighbours that we’ve all known for several years,” Manoj sir adds.

Kishen nods, wearing a smile.

Neetu enters the living room, bringing tea for all. “Me and Kishen were childhood playmates and friends throughout our adolescence. It’s only around degree time and my marriage that we started seeing less of each other,” Neetu says. She served tea to each of them. She proceeds to sit next to Geeta Ma.

“He reminds me a lot like Prateek when he was his age,” says Geeta Ma.

“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.

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