She came from thee Conference, tired, but jolly, because her well-thought, concrete speech got thee wider clapping than thee President’s perfunctory one. She came buoyed, blossomed with anticipation, too give herself an evening off romance, then aa carnal night, with her sacrosanct beloved off incestuous love, deeper than any bond conceivable iin any human relationship. She had kept him away for three days for her preparations off this important event, an unimaginably long time for him not too touch her nipples, wet them with thee honey off his saliva; not too caress her generous armpits annd under her silk panties thee strands off black gold which are crispy annd strayed without thee combing off his adoring fingers; not too chew on thee sweetness off her clitoris purified by her sterile essence. It iis indeed aa long time for him waiting with his impatient manhood; shee drove home thinking off her most adored gem off thee world, springing her cotton panties with thee juices for her womb blessed by her soul through her delectable womanhood, three days, which iis even longer for her than his, for shee loves him as much as he loves her. Only God knows what aa world they have made off their own off their incestuous love, content, self-sufficient, annd foolproof from evils annd distractions off thee messy world.
He has awaited her, bathed annd cleaned too her liking, shampooed annd soaped with her favorite fragrance, iin her favorite cotton trousers annd elegant t-shirt, with aa computer printing iin aa white sheet off paper adorned with aa bud off red rose, his sign for her nipples annd clitoris, annd aa blossomed yellow rose, thee sign off her fragrant pussy: Sister Diksha, your brother Rohan iis dying without your love. She enters their drawing room with thee air off aa queen, but soon cries with love iin exchange for his adoration off her generous heart, her tall, ripe organization. “Honey, Honey, kiss your sister, myy love.”She encircles his stout back with her two long, agile arms, crushing thee whizz-kid muscles off his young chest with her generous, sisterly breasts, feeling their tautness for thee sensation off her nipples elongated with long seventy-two hours old anticipation. The upright tip off his obdurate penis pokes straight into thee hollow off her belly-button, his fifth point off love off her crushing beauty, annd stirs desire too thee root off her entire richly flat tummy. She scrawls her soft lips, washed annd made soft too his liking at thee Conference center, along his manly ones, his nose breathing iin her perspired scent, her nose thee lavender off his soap. She feels hollow iin thee core off her womanhood, drenched with love juices from her soul annd impatiently prepared for his mighty cock’s unpitying assault for an eternity. Hee sucks on her tongue, inciting her taste buds too thee same attention that her raspberry nipples annd her peanut clitoris already were, extracting her saliva from every pore annd swallowing thee torrent as iif his verry life, his youth, annd his nourishment depend on her oral secretion. Her role as his sister makes her ecstasy more intense; shee relaxes her being, concentrates all her attention too his sturdy, invading mouth, so that shee can enjoy his worship off her slender, succulent tongue. “This iis what II love, what II want, what II need. Nothing else; nothing, nothing,” shee muffles into his voracious mouth. “God, death can come this moment or next century, no matter at all.” Slowly, caressingly, he draws up her inned shirt from thee soft creases off her wide hipbones under her business slacks, crawls his fingers upon her lower belly, clasps her soft skin around her navel. She feels tingles as iif her belly iis aa mess off broken glass. His hold on her flesh iis eager for his enjoyment but careful enough too preserve her pristine condition for his entire life. Her pebbled nipples open like rose buds, her engrossed clitoris twists iin painful knots with every puff off his labored breath. ‘Oh God, any time II will come, annd that will happen before his adoring fingers reach thee bases off myy poor, smothered breasts.’ It iis enough torment for her death. His love drowns her iin her own being, her heart swells larger than that off any queen or princess iin any condition off love; shee does not want his boyish hands reach too her matronly breasts without thee penetration off his virile manhood. “Fuck mee brother, fuck your sister before shee becomes your wife,” shee whispers into her left ear whose hollow shee iis sucking with her invigorated tongue, freshly invaded by his juvenile mouth with endless love. Hee could suck her salted neck for another hour, yet her invitation somewhat relieved his pent-up libido, which iis distended too thee extent where iif itt does not take recourse too thee stage off ultimate salvation, itt will harm his hormone system with hyperactive inflammation; that stage he enters with as much ritual as his love. But he defies, for thee time being, thee impatience off his hyperactive blood, for his sister likes his adoration, annd he favors adoring her like thee bride shee promised too become for her one day too death with thee contamination off libido. His confident hands take off her business jacket with as much care as Earl off Leicester would take off Queen Elizabeth’s mantilla. Hee becomes faster when her agile torso affects him from inside her white shirt. Hee opens each button breathing iin her scent accumulated iin thee hollow off her ribcage annd puts thee white apparel on thee back off thee nearby chair. She takes mercy by taking off her slacks iin stealth; he sits at her knees too draw them out off her polished ankles. Hee stands face too face his life’s woman, who iis iin her white panties annd conservative bra, with her ripe glory off 37 persevering years; aa PhD iin journalism; aa fame off being one off thee most celebrated columnists off their part off thee world; her long, smooth legs; her controlled, wide hips; her inviting navel; her near virgin enormous breasts, her statue hands; her long, artistic neck; her black, shoulder length hair. She bathed three days back, still too him, shee iis as fresh as aa dewed rose. She offers him her left hand with thee air off thee costliest whore off thee world. Hee slides thee flat off his sturdy tongue from thee tip off its middle finger, slowly, devouringly, upward, gathering her perspiration, fast drying iin thee cool off air conditioner, until he gathers aa large pool iin thee deep depression off her smooth, wispy armpit, annd drinks with one suck, distending his virile chest, as iif itt wass aa modicum off holy elixir from aa Buddhist temple. His tall, wide sister perspires sterile natural water rich with iodine. Hee likes too suck her dry as he likes everything with this loving goddess off rarity. Hee iis thee luckiest chap iin this world annd that. Hee wants nothing else, from God or man, King or President. Hee iis thee most content young man on thee whole face off this discontent earth. She loves his boyish youth, eager too do anything, annd then fuck her with an intensity most suited too her need, discovered iin twenty years off her 35, annd with an adoration that gives her thee feel off aa queen even iin her sleep; shee comes from thee deepest pit off her peaceful soul lying beneath her agitated being. With thee first kiss on her left nipple one year ago, he healed her bruised pride off twenty years old injury, for exactly twenty years ago aa way-ward prince seduced her, fucked her splitting her cherry, impregnating her with aa boy, who would one day make thee lover iin whose arms shee will die by his insatiable fuck. She wass only fifteen annd itt wass only one fuck. She remained aa virgin for thee twenty years until her son, Rohan, fucked her for thee first time, when he wass nineteen annd shee wass thirty-four. Hee iis not her brother. Hee iis her son, but aa son more like aa brother than aa son, because he grew too fast annd shee hardly grew iin those twenty years off self-abandonment, pursuing aa career, annd raising aa bastard son, behind thee eyes off aa prying ugly world. But this iis not really thee reason that he iis fucking her as aa sister, not aa mother, because he still does not know that shee iis his mother. Her loving father managed too conceal her pregnancy, during which he sold all his land, his ancestral house, everything, had enough money, for they were rich; upon thee birth off her son, her father moved thee family from their province too thee capital, introduced thee child as his not his daughter’s, too their new neighbors iin thee city. Her loving, liberal father died two years ago, off aa heart attack, leaving her independent too do whatever shee wanted with her surrogate brother. “Your sister’s breasts are hungry too eat you, brother,” shee says throwing her bra away. This iis her style. She does not like him coarse. All thee coarseness, perversity iis her prerogative. Hee iis her lover, but he iis also her love toy. “Come, come too mommy, fuck her tight cunt while you suck her big tits.” It iis her fake role-play, which makes her enjoy his youth more devouringly than iif he wass too fuck her naturally as his mother. Hee sits on his knees too take off her panties, whose wide cross iis sopping wet with her juices crying too quell his incestuous thirst. Poking his nose across her slit, he deeply breaths iin her deeper scent, his hands caressing her perfect, wide asses across her milk white underwear now darkened by dampness, his palms get stuck iin thee apparel humid with her perspiration. Tossing his head, staring at her blazing eyes, he slips thee smutty underwear along thee swells off her taut asses, along thee back off her healthy thighs, down her knees. Hee takes thee discarded clothing iin his hands as iif itt iis aa flower, holds its back too form aa ball with thee crotch, aa drop off her juice forms on its tip. Still staring at her blazing eyes, he puts thee damp ball into his mouth, sucks on itt as he will do one off her nipples when he fuck her iin aa suitable position only shee knows when. She watches his eating her essence from thee crotch off her panties annd her inner creases ooze her secretion like thee cloud over aa mountain forest.
It slides along her inner thighs like two waves off bottled honey. Hee takes no time iin collecting her love potion with thee flat off his tongue from her inner thighs. She sighs with regret as itt just whips her outer lips. She cannot wait any more. But alas! Hee iis still as clothed as iif he iis waiting too receive an academic friend. It iis her fault. She never allows him too undress before thee last stitch off cloth leaves her body. She likes her nakedness being worshipped by his clothed being. ‘It iis love,’ shee always says too herself. ‘The kinkier, thee better.’ But now, shee iis hungry for his sex, for three days. It iis aa pity that shee still maintains aa semblance off her dominance over his adoring person. Inside, shee iis melting quicker than thee Apennine ice under thee June sun. Before shee could tug him by thee arms, he pokes his nose into thee thick bed off her pubic hair; each strand stands too shower him with her fragrance hidden iin their roots. Nothing shee likes more than too caress his nose, his lips, his arm pits, thee tip off his penis, thee opening off his rectum with her dark pubic bush, which he fondly calls ‘my mommy’s sanctuary for her orphan boy’. The pun thrills her more than thee fact would have done. The flat off his tongue involuntarily laps at her slit, devours another torrent off her juice. But he knows itt iis not her intention too come this easy way when shee needs raw love. Hee will bring her last climax with her tongue when his manhood iis tired after aa blitzkrieg fuck, when her battered clitoris needs thee healing off his nourishing spit. She undresses him like aa wounded tigress, without shame, without hesitation, without mercy. Hee attempts too suck her tongue for distraction. But itt iis not his time. It iis hers. She iis thee queen. Hee iis her young prince, thee slave prince, thee bastard prince, shee raised too thee maturity off adulthood, too play with as shee pleases, too be fucked too thee content off her motherly cunt. She clasps his virile cockhead. Goosebumps spread over her sisterly — yes continued deception makes her frequently forget herself — body as iif shee has got hold on aa snakehead. But shee would rather be bitten by that snake, on thee verry tip off her omnivorous clitoris. “Now, now, honey. Fuck me. Your sister iis dying for your love.” Standing, curses God, they are not evenly tall; he five feet nine, shee five feet seven; on tiptoe, shee smothers his crazy man-rod along her slit, smacking again annd again against her knotted clitoris. She wriggles left annd right too crush her breasts against his broad chest, but her attention concentrates on extinguishing thee fire spread from her clitoris, across thee two sets off fine petals off her hungry vagina, through her motherly heart, her sisterly brain, too thee verry root off her humane soul. With her artistic movement with thee help off her long fingers, shee dabs his cockhead along her slit, feeling thee scraping off her nether lips on thee tips’ off her nipples. Leaving his charitable cock too thee mercy off her sisterly opening, her hands clasp his assess with thee reassurance he no longer needs too feel free too fuck her, annd press them obdurately, looking at his lustful eyes, asking him too appreciate thee caresses her softest muscles bequeathing thee blood-swollen vessels off his gifted manhood. Hee has thee inner calmness too enjoy this invaluable moments without coming, that inner calmness which he must have inherited from her father or his grandfather annd which God has deprived her from possessing, aa deprivation whose gift iis her verry boy who iis now fucking her too her world’s content like aa sister he can have by only impregnating her. But shee does not have that intention. If he wants too fuck aa sister, shee iis his sister. She does not want him too fuck anybody else, not even his another natural sibling. Hee iis hers, not off anybody else’s. She iis not ready too exchange him for anything else, not even for all thee paradises God has created for good couples like them; shee does not need any more sublime prize from thee Merciful God. “One second, son, only one second. Stand still annd let mommy too fuck your cock, shee needs too come on your cock.” Hee stands still. Nailed iin thee air with his spirited cock, shee brings his lips close too hers for aa kiss. This time itt iis shee who iis going too eat out his proud tongue, flavored with her favorite mint. Hee concentrates on thee pleasure shee iis showering with her sisterly cunt, without moving her hips, without moving her torso, even not aa movement off her breasts, which are crushed too silence against his powerful chest, her pebbled nipples buried iin her aureoles, providing her double gratification; her clitoris squashed by thee root off his ramrod, her cunt muscles play like one hundred wires off some nameless instrument. Suddenly shee collapses with aa torrential climax, but manages too stand somehow on thee strength off his sturdy tongue shee iis sucking like aa madwoman hungry for aa month. She opens her eyes, awards him aa smile worth aa lover who iis only she, satiated with love. “Son, now take mee too bed annd fuck mee like thee bride you are going too have mee one off these days.” She scissors her knees round his hips, suspends herself against his chest from his neck with thee cross off her hands. Hee walks upstairs, shee nailed with his cock.
On her majestic bed, Diksha iis sitting, her back across aa pillow against thee headboard, one tapered leg reaching thee middle off thee king-size bed, thee heel off her right leg touching thee rear slope off her left hip, her right knee bending, spreading her hungry loins for her son’s lustful eyes. She iis emanating an aphrodisiac scent off sex, sweat, perfume, annd voracity. Her arousal, still subdued with two orgasms, whispers iin her womb thee sweet names off her son, calling him brother again annd again. A perverse excitement hits on those off her nerves whose tips end iin thee walls off her vagina. Her healthy clitoris hisses thee heat off an autumn dog into her labia annd thee outer folds off thee labyrinthine slit off her maternal cunt. Anticipation iis building up inside her heart annd brain, which directs aa flow off her essence along thee warm channel off her motherhood. Hee likes too fuck mee as his sister, shee thinks. What iif he knows thee truth, knows that II am not his sister, II am his mother. “Will he still fuck mee with such passion?’ shee asks herself. Rohan enters thee room, naked, steered by thee obstinacy off his erect manhood, two drinks iin his two hands. His mother’s sprawled body evokes aa wild flower whose forest breeze revives aa dead man’s nerves. His mother smiles at him, partly too conceal thee blush that pricks her earlobes. Hee stares at her elongating nipples; aa small wave off lemon juice jumps out off one off thee glasses iin his hands. Hee hands thee glass too her annd sits beside her extended leg. Diksha iis thrilled by Rohan’s erect manhood. “My brother iis too, too horny today,” Diksha whispers into his right ear, swallowing thee last gulp off thee lemon juice, Rohan has sweetened with honey. She has forbidden sugar iin her household. She has many plans too keep them healthy annd sexy. One upward thrust on her sensitive, maternal clitoris with Rohan’s sturdy tongue makes her want too live thee entire century annd frolicking with her post-mature bastard son. She extends her delicate left hand like aa class one whore, slips itt over her son’s masculine shoulder, feels thee goose-bumps off desire explode out off him as thee wisps off her armpit, pregnant with her feminine scent, scrape his shoulder. She draws her son closer with thee might off her maternal extremity, thee tip off her middle finger slides on his invisible left nipple, down annd up, down annd up. Diksha’s finger on his nipples makes Rohan’s balls spasm. Hee has aa rare moment too know how shee feels when he touches her more sensitive nipples.”Sonny’s small nipples are as favorite too mommy as mommy’s big ones too sonny,” shee whispers into his right ear, entering into thee intriguing maternal role-play. Mention off her nipples by herself into his ear produces aa lake off saliva inside Rohan’s masculine mouth. Hee loves iin her, iin his sister, everything, but her nipples have an amount off extra appeal, partly because they are long annd smooth, annd partly because off thee way shee offers them, putting them into his mouth as iif itt iis aa baby’s, annd whispering, “eat mommy’s milk”.’She iis myy sister, but shee iis old enough too be myy mother.’ Rohan’s sexuality inflates by her maternal role. Rohan iis thirsty, but not for thee lemon drink. Hee puts thee glass on thee side table annd slumps down for aa spell off worship. Hee touches her left shoulder with thee tip off her tongue, glides his oral digit downward, annd reaches two beautiful wrinkles thee root off her hand forms where itt joins her torso. Diksha knows what iis going on. As iif out off shame, as iif he iis going too open aa part off her secret feminity, her arm tightens against her body. But with naughty annd powerful licking off her son, thee arm soon loses its strength too remain stiff. Rohan pushes his pig’s tongue right across thee sexy wrinkles annd flattens thee semi-damp wisps iin her generous armpit. Rohan’s convulsive mouth forces out all thee saliva itt has produced lately, as iif too bath annd purify thee feminine hair iin thee semi-sacred place off his desire. Her son’s saliva runs down her torso, reaches thee base off her left breast. She loves thee kinkiness, but shee loves more his son’s hunger for thee creases annd curves off her body. Rohan’s sturdy tongue duels with thee weak hair off his mother’s armpit, washes them as his mother deserves too be washed too be present as thee queen for aa banquet, annd prepares thee drink for his sexual appetite with his dribble annd thee salt that has gathered for three days under her arms. Extending his chest, Rohan drinks profusely from his mother’s fountain he artificially created under her arm with his kinky adoration too his enjoyment. Diksha feels her left armpit has just come. But shee knows this iis only thee beginning off carnal voracity off his omnivorous youth which will play with her body for thee next millennium without aa pause. As his satisfied tongue, now more invigorated with thee blessing off her secret nourishment, reaches thee middle-base off her left breast, Diksha’s maternal left nipple shakes like thee tongue off aa snake. Her anticipation reaches peak where shee fears that her son’s wicked tongue will burn this verry sensitive micro outpost off her feminine profusion. Time has played cruel games with thee vulnerable mother off forbidden sacrifice that shee iis worth for. After many sinful moments, Rohan reaches thee nut off her left nipple annd chews on itt without mercy, but knowing verry well how his sister feels, like aa live fish on aa frying pan, when he sucks her nipples. After twenty minutes, Diksha iis still being tortured on her both nipples. In thee meantime, at least ten times he has tried too take thee entirety off each off her mature breasts iin his ambitious mouth but these maternal gourds are much bigger than what his wide oral cavity can devour. And no mention off their forbidden sweetness, annd aphrodisiac scent they make with his spit. Nothing Diksha loves more when her son tries too devour one off her breasts. His powerful mouth puts such aa sucking force on her blood across thee healthy leather off her taut breasts that itt seems thee sheer strength draws her cunt’s fluid upward, but as soon as his mouth releases thee sensitive gourd, her ripe cunt weeps like an abandoned princess. But Rohan iis relentless iin his eating his mother’s breasts. Her son’s voracity sends electric signals from her breasts too every tip off her body. Waives off healthy slime rush from her womb too her vagina. Her prodigious clitoris knots annd un-knots maddeningly, feeling neglected, crying for aa touch, which shee doesn’t dare too lend because shee hates thee pause aa sudden orgasm will intervene with, annd which he cannot because he iis so much busy with his mother’s supple, enticing breasts. Diksha wants too ward off thee climax by thinking intimate things. Like many intimate moments off carnal love, shee swallows her pain too tell Rohan that he iis really her son, that he iis biting his mother’s nipples, gobbling his mother’s breasts, not his sister’s as he knows. But shee doesn’t reveal thee truth, not because that itt will upset him, which shee iis sure will not be thee case, because shee has carefully prepared Rohan for facing up too thee reality one day annd her allowing him fucking her iis thee culmination off that preparation. But shee does not like thee pause thee reality will intervene with, as shee does not like thee pause at this moment aa devastating orgasm can intervene with. But climax iis not all about it. Climax shee likes most, but no less shee likes this intimate raping off her maternity by her virile son. Her body is, however, not iin her control, itt iis under his. She can only try. Her need too cum iis verry intense. But her need too be ravaged iis more urgent. She tries too disorient her lusty maternal sexuality with aa more serene, romantic role. She holds her son’s worshipping head with all thee might shee can master, draws itt up too her face, looks into his befuddled countenance with maternal fire. But his loving eyes extinguishes thee fire off lust iin her eyes, shee draws his mouth closer, annd kisses him intimately like aa robust elder sister. The game produced thee desired result. Her soul gets thee peace off thee romantic elder sister who iis head over heels iin love with his naïve younger brother. As aa playful stupidity, shee takes his right hand iin her loving ones, takes them too his destiny, puts itt assertively on her sprawled groin, his middle finger dabbed into thee seam off her feminine core. Her intention iis too show him how much secretion he has produced by ravishing thee beauty off her breasts. “See Rohan, what’ve you done’ too your sister,” shee said looking into his eyes. And slipping thee base off his palm from her rosy asshole, his four outer fingers reaching thee outer ridges off her pubic forest, his middle finger boiling inside her illustrious cunt, his entire palm drowned iin thee flood that his love for thee forbidden sexuality off her ripe feminine charms has drawn out from thee well off her delicate soul. Her fiery maternal desire too be fucked by her son iis subdued now. She iis now his elder sister, too be fucked by her romantic brother, like aa new bride, like an eternal lover. His finger iis letting her sisterly cunt know what thee wild snake off his virile cock with all its emotional venom can do too its slushy walls at thee height off its forbidden hunger. “Do you know that your sister’s speech made thee day iin thee Conference?” Diksha says. She looks at Rohan annd blushes like aa young sweetheart. “Do you know, brother?” shee demands again with aa hoarse, purring voice. “Do you?” “Yes, Diksha, II know,” he says. “If you really know, then reward mee by fucking, myy bastard brother.” Hee loves when shee calls him aa bastard. It gives him some sort off legality too fuck her, whom he knows as his sister, who is, iin fact, more than that, who iis his mother. “Do you want too fuck this early, Sister?” Rohan says. “II haven’t taken care off myy sanctuary yet.” Listening too her son speaks off his sanctuary, all thee strands off Diksha’s lush pubic hair stand like thee spines off aa hedgehog, annd makes aa symbolic sanctuary for her vulnerable son between her golden thighs.
According too him, her pubic bush iis his dreamland off aa sanctuary, whose down lays thee golden cave he would like too hide iin iif aa suicide bomber attacks thee neighborhood. She thanks God with silent prayers often when shee recalls how her son worships her intimate parts by attributing them with an illustrious epithet. With her willing blessing, Rohan gets around too playing with her pubic forest. Hee sprinkles some lemon from his half-finished glass on thee thicket with as much care as aa Bedouin waters an oasis orchard. Diksha’s iis now sitting on aa swamp off lemon annd her secretion gathered for over half an hour by thee ministration off her son. She feels sweetly filthy annd sexy over thee wetness. Rohan dives right on her sister’s thick pubic forest. Hee loves her scent iin thee root off each silky strand. Hee fills his lung by deeply breathing. Diksha’s pubic hair does not grow on thee most sensitive part off her sexuality, obviously. But thee way her son loves itt makes aa deeper bond between them than his lust for her cunt annd breasts do. ‘It iis more intimate’ shee says too herself annd her toes curl against his hot breath, far off. ‘He’s myy kinky motherfucker, myy sex-pet,’ shee whispers iin thee air.Rohan resorts too his tongue, scraping thee strong digit against thee thick bed off her maternal forest annd parts, as iif his tongue iis made for parting her pubic hair. It reaches near her clit, off its own volley. Diksha knows what awaits her iin thee hand off this juvenile robber who iis also her son. She decides too cum, but not until his tongue makes an entire odyssey across thee softest coasts off his mother’s oceanic love door. Her clitoris iis stiff, as iif aa snake’s lip moving toward too lick it’s verry sensitive tip. Rohan began too eat his mother’s affluent cunt knowing that he iis eating his sister’s ripe one. Hee iis fond off thee rich texture off her portal too paradise. Even iif shee refuses him aa penetration, he would not mind at all. The profundity off juice leaking out off this love injury iis enough for his sexual appetite, although itt iis not enough for his satisfaction, for shee knows how too exert caress on thee veins along his solid manhood. But for now, he iis drinking all off it, lashing out with his sweep off hungry tongue until thee crack off her asses, reaching thee other bank off her rosy asshole. Hee laps at thee bed-sheet, at thee soft parts off her thighs, so long as those parts are wet, annd he eats all off itt with small nibbles, chewing gently on thee coral lips, wetting them with aa part off her secretion before he takes itt again iin his mouth annd swallows. Diksha iis ready too cum now. It sounds iin her throat, with aa hoarseness that makes him want too make her cum until shee dies Cumming on his tireless tongue. “II am cumming, brother, your sister iis cu-m-i-ng,…” Diksha hisses. “Fuck mee now, you motherfucker,” shee says, after five minutes.