Sucked Into Incest

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I am a very regular reader of ISS stories especially Incest stories and have realized that most are fantasies inspired. I am residing in the Silicon city of India from a very long time. However, the serial of stories i am going to narrate is 110 % real and promise that no fantasy inputs are put in. It will just unwind my real experience , so my fellow readers can relate and enjoy. Well the story begins:

In my child phase, our family consisted of my dad, mom , me & my younger sister.

We stayed in a rented single room accommodation & our sleeping arrangement was that my dad used to sleep on a single cot in the room & me on the bedded floor just adjacent to the door, giving way to the main hall, where my mom & sister is to retire at night on the bed, spread on the floor. My parents were very quarrelsome during day time for which i have suffered a lot during my growth phase.

At the onset of this story, I was about 9 yrs hold & my sister about 7 yrs.

We used to go to sleep around 10 pm .I used to dread my dad & a little bit of sound , i used to wake up during night. One day I could sense that my dad hopped out of his cot & headed to the hall. I was curious & was looking at him with my night vision somewhat favored by the part rays of street light passing through the room window.

Also, the position my bed was spread made it easy for me to view the whole hall. My dad went to mom who was sleeping almost about six ft.away from me across the door , with my sister on the other wall side. Both were sleeping inside the mosquito net. My dad switched on the fan & his dhoti was pulled up & tucked to his waist . I could see some rod like organ (Later i came to know it has a raised cock) dangling & trying to peep out of the dhoti.

He bent down putting his right hand inside the mosquito net waking up my mom & she was refusing to come out. Later, I could see him clutching his hand inside into the tucked saree at the waist & pulling my mom out. She grumbled when she was pulled out. I could hear a feeble voice of her protesting when he asked to remove something , which i could not properly hear.

Later, he pulled her saree up along with her petticoat above to the waist & sat on her. I shuddered that he is going to hit my mother in a new style since i had not seen the same during their fight during day time. He threw her legs apart inserting his organ,& i didn’t know where he was inserting. He was making continuous movement on her & could see my mom’s whole body moving in rhythm to his actions. I was surprised that my mom was not shouting back & lay under him without any protests. This continued for about 20 min. & my dad got up,

Now, his organ was seen very small compared to my sight earlier, & walked backed into our room. I saw my mother wiping something where my dad had inserted , (swear didn’t know where he had inserted) from the edge of her saree & she wriggled inside into the mosquito net. I started cursing my dad , pitying my mom , how she could bear his weight who was very well built, broad chest, with good height and aged about 33 yrs & my mom being about 5 yrs junior to him.

The same action was continuing about twice a week for several months & i was surprised that my mom never used to scold him during the daytime , whenever he had hit her during previous nights. After, several months , my parents had a bitter fight during one evening & my mother was weeping.

I consoled her when she was alone & also sympathized her for having got hit by my dad during night time telling that i had seen it happen several times during night. She was shocked to hear this from me & there was no response from her for my extension of sympathies to her. And after this incident & one week, i saw my dad waking my mom & almost dragging her to the kitchen , not coming out for about half an hour or so. This continued thereafter.

My curiosity:

No. 1, what was my dad doing to my mom during night for which she never protested?

No. 2, Why he used to lift her saree to her waist?

No. 3, What was she wiping briefly , since if its urine, it needs a bigger

cloth to clean as i had seen my mom wiping whenever neighbor’s baby used to pee in our house, & my dad can’t urinate being such a big grown up man.

It was one Saturday & i had returned home since it was half a day. My mom had five very close friends whom she used to meet at my school or at each other houses. They were all at home that day & my mom was getting ready to take her bath . They were all near the entrance of the bath room & my mom inside.

The bathroom is right across my room about 5 ft. away & i was in my (everybody’s room, since it is a small rented house) room. They were all joking & teasing my mom in kannada language , which i could clearly hear , for which they had ignored considering me as a small boy. Incidentally , they used to address my dad as Bhava (Brother-in-law) They were demanding her to remove clothes & could sense some of them pulling out my mom’s clothes. Following is theirs conversation, in kannada, translated into English, for global readers ease.

Friend Jaya, yeh Padma( mom’s name), remove your clothes , we know you are very smart looking , very fair & a right match to our BHAVA by personality. Need to see your TULLU (I didn’t know what it is & later came to know that as pussy or Cunt ),to check how it is being maintained by our BHAVA , since we guess he has got a big THUNNE (later understood it as Cock) by looking at his personality.

My mom was refusing shyly & could sense that they had pulled out my mom’s dress. I just peeped across briefly the door & could see about three friends at the door , with Jaya & other friend Lakshmi inside. Three were squatting on their heels at the door , with their hands kept on their respective cheeks, looking inside the bathroom , very excitedly. I sensed that they were all looking at my nude mom.

Again, i could hear jaya speaking to my mom loudly, yeh, tell how many times in a week bhava neenna dengthane (fucks you ). After, much cajoling, mom replied about thrice a week .Then, Laksmi, other friend asked, for how long , for which my mom told for about half to 3/4 th of an hour.

Then, the third friend Indra (Keep remembering her name),yeh ,BHAVA ond TUNNE yeshtu udda ide ( how long is his cock).After much laughing among themselves, i could hear my mom replying Mysore udda badnekayastu (as long as Mysore lenghty brinjal size).

Another friend, Rukmini, sighed ah , yenge thadkotheya ( Ah, how will you bear it). My mom replied that initially after marriage , her SIL had adviced her to apply castor oil & sleep. Now, i am used to it & not using oil any more. She asked my mom whether she enjoys the session. My mom replied yes, even though i act as though am refusing it, since i think this is one way of controlling him & make him dance to my tunes, for which he has not budged so far .

His fucking makes me to wet too much and enjoy secretly , even though i show disinterest in front of him . For this he becomes angry and strokes much strongly until my tullu is tired of it. I was totally shocked hearing my mom. I thought i was sympathizing my mom foolishly for being hit during night times. Now, my curiosity no. 4., Where will my mom apply castor oil? what is meant by getting wet? What is meant by fucking?

Later, Jaya told my mom to cut her hairs, since it will trouble her BHAVA ,troubling him during night? .I could hear her asking for my dad’s Scissors & my mother refusing to cut the hairs. I was wondering how my mom’s hair on the head is disturbing , when he sits on my mother at night. Later, Jaya , admonished remaining friend Saroja for not participating in action. She asked to pin my mom down to the floor , so that she could trim my mom’s hairs.

They went in , heard my mom jocularly shouting .I saw Rukmini taking a piece of old news paper to the bath room from the hall. They were inside for about half an hour. Later, they came out , my mom prepared coffee for them , & later they left. Later, in the evening when i went to wash my face , i saw a crumpled newspaper in the corner. I opened it & saw small length hairs in it. I was confused to see its length being so short compared to my mom’s hair on the head.  After a few weeks , my maternal mama (Mom’s elder brother) & his wife (my maternal aunt) came to our house for a night to be continued……please bear this story, as it is a preface to real incest story.