The Malhotra family – Chapter 6
*** Priya Consoled ***
Deepa was hoping to catch up with her best friend Priya in her apartment over some popcorn and romance movies in a ‘girls night out’. She wasn’t the type to go out drinking like the other girls, to her it was much more preferable to have a cozy night in chatting to Priya. Smiling and looking forward to a nice evening, she was greeted by Priya and the two shared a nice warm hug before what was supposed to be a night of fun and laughter.
But things didn’t quite go as planned, as it wasn’t long before Priya burst into tears about her demeaning and cruel boss. Deepa was shocked to hear that Priya was sexually exploited and forced to have constant degrading sex with her boss, even tougher given that she was a lesbian. It seemed that in this crazy company it was the only way the girls got higher up the ladder, she was getting great preferential treatment but at what cost?
Today it seems that Priya was forced to get under the desk while this boss (whom she refused to name) was on a conference call. Priya was asked to give a ‘no hands’ blowjob for the length of the entire call, which lasted almost two hours! She complained of a sore jaw and swollen lips, and she absolutely despised swallowing his warm cum. These sorts of lewd acts were happening at least once a week.
Deepa couldn’t believe what was going on, was every major company like this? It sounded awful and disgusting and she was sickened even by the thought of what her friend had to go through. She offered Priya a comforting hand on her shoulder, but simply couldn’t find the words to console her, no words came to her.
Priya calmed down slowly, holding Deepa’s hand tightly. She was still dressed in her internship uniform while Deepa was comfortable in her pink night gown, having changed when she arrived. She seemed to appreciate the consolation from her friend.
“Deepa, you’re my best friend you know that right, in fact you’re my only friend. I don’t know what i would do without you”.
Deepa offered a warm smile and a hug. “I’m always here for you, remember that”.
The hug tightened, Priya did not want to let go and it was making Deepa a little bit uncomfortable.
She soon broke the silence “I love you Deepa, you know that right?”.
She didn’t know what to say. Love? As a friend yes… but what did Priya intend to mean. Her question was soon answered as soft kisses were soon planted on her neck. Deepa froze, completely scared, what was her friend doing? She knew that she wasn’t into any of this? Her reaction in her mind was to pull away fast and stop her right away.
But Priya was hurt, she was lonely, scared.. she needed her. Who knows what she would do if she didn’t support her? This was a crucial moment in her life. Deepa let it happen for the moment, hoping to break away gently soon. As Priya kissed her neck more, and then her cheeks slowly, before pausing to take a deep look into her best friends eyes. They stared at each other, two beautiful young Indian women, Priya again told her best friend that she loves her.
The inevitable came, as Priya kissed Deepa softly on the lips, breathing in a huge sigh in doing so. Deepa didn’t kiss back, nor did she push her best friend away. She simply let it happen. Her lips were so soft, and moist, her kisses were so gentle. It was nothing like the kissing Deepa used to have with her teenage boyfriends. The kisses intensified as Deepa felt soft wet tongue attempt to push into her mouth. After letting it stop several times, she opened up gradually, closing her eyes, attempting to enjoy the moment rather than be repulsed by it. Her own tongue slipped into her friends mouth, and the two wrapped their bodies together and embraced, sighing into each others mouths.
She felt different, this was nothing like kissing a man. This was softer, gentler, much more loving and much more emotional. The two girls wrapped their arms around each other and hugged closer, as the french kissing intensified to another level.
Deepa lost herself, she disappeared into lust and love and soon lost complete control of her actions. Her heart thumped, her mind raced. What was she doing! Priya broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and started to undo Deepa’s pink nightgown, button by button, kissing her neck and chest as she moved down, exposing her white bra.
Her life was about to change, forever.
Two hours later Deepa stood outside her friends apartment door, shaking in disbelief. She just had shocking explicit lesbian sex with her best friend, she simply couldn’t stay the night and had to excuse herself.
Her mind was a daze as flashing images kept flying through her head as she took her bus ride home. Images of getting naked with Priya, exploring each others bodies, feeling each other’s naked breasts. Images of indulging in body kisses and even licking, of sucking full breasts and dark brown nipples. She could hear her own moans of pleasure. More images, of having her trimmed pussy eaten by a woman for the first time, and then doing the same to Priya. She shuddered as she thought of the two of them of engaging in 69, climaxing together. Sounds of deep lustful moans and screams from two female voices echoed over and over in Deepa’s confused mind.
As she entered her bedroom after a forty minute ride in the cold wintery evening, she unwrapped her scarf and threw it into a corner, and plunged into bed without changing her clothes.
Did she enjoy it? Was she a lesbian? Bisexual? She simply couldn’t tell, as the sleepless night began
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*** Blackmailing Radha ***
Santosh couldn’t believe the goldmine he has landed into. His own mother, fucking a stranger in a hotel room and he had all the evidence to prove it! He has always lusted after his mother, her large full frame, perfect oversized 38D breasts and curved round butt. Without her knowing, he was always taking cellphone pics of her and her body, he had a 1000 photo collection over five years on his laptop. But the days of masturbating to her every day were over, if he played his cards right he could fuck her for real!! The biggest fantasy of his life could become reality.
Morally, fucking his own mother didn’t matter to him, Radha was rich and spoiled, who did nothing but flaunt money all day on clothes and shoes. His sister Sonia was just a miniature version of that, he’d fuck his own sister if given the chance too he realised, but right now he had the most important target on his mind
He had phone pictures of his mom entering and leaving the hotel, five minutes apa
rt from another Indian guy whom he had never met before. He did recognise the jacket though, it was the stranger who was at their house last week. Even better he thought to himself, he couldn’t believe how stupid his own mother was to fuck another guy at home. Probably desperate, which didn’t surprise him given the nature of his father and their colourless marriage.
Next, through a friend of his at the hotel, he picked up the booking details of her ‘special’ meeting. Whoever that guy was, he was smart enough to book under Radha’s name and address, all the records were under her. Santosh took a scan of this and several printouts, this was going to be his leverage to get his mother in bed.
He was tired from fucking his girlfriend Sunita today however, so tomorrow lunch time would be the time to strike.
Radha was still extremely furious about what had happened the previous day. How could her lover Suresh just fuck her roughly in a hotel and leave like that! What happened to all the romance when they had passionate intense sex in her own bedroom? Feel dirty and miserable, she decided that she wasn’t going to see him again, and thanked herself that nothing bad had come of it.
Raj her husband was already long gone to his office, leaving her to wake up as usual to an empty bed. Both her daughters had had their breakfast and were out of the house, she noticed Sonia was distressed and Deepa had a distant and confused look and couldn’t figure out why. Santosh was busy in his room, she knew he never comes out because he was busy watching porn. He didn’t know she had walked in on him once, while he was watching a horrible video of a pretty Indian girl on her hands and knees taking rough anal sex. Disgusting! she never walked into his room again.
Bored and sexually frustrated, she decided to soak in a warm bath for an hour and read a good romance novel. Submerged in hot steaming water, she found herself aroused by the hot novel about a stud and a princess having hard passionate sex in a summer barn. This was more like it, this was her form of porn. She started touching her pussy, and her nipple, taking turns between the two to rub them. She felt herself go wet as her heart rate picked up and waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. She bit her lower lip and let herself moan softly. Radha let out a long sigh of pleasure, keeping up the slow masturbation for twenty minutes, before deciding to finish up in her soft king sized bed. She was planning to use her 7 inch pink vibrating dildo.
She threw on a silk robe and warm slippers, leaving her ample cleavage hanging out. She walked into her room to find pieces of paper sitting on the bed. What was this all about? She didn’t remember leaving anything there. She picked up the papers, and gasped in shock.
It was a hotel record of her booking and payment yesterday, and it was photos of her entering and leaving the hotel lobby! There were photos of Suresh as well!
“Like what you see?” she heard someone behind her.
She dropped the papers and spun around in shock, to find her own son standing there in her bedroom with a big smile on his face.
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Santosh watched in relish as his mothers eyes grew wide in panic. “Looking good there mom, too bad you forgot to hide your face with that pretty scarf when leaving… I would say… beyond a doubt it is your face!”. He watched her turn white.
“You’ve been a bad girl, fucking random guys… are you that horny and desperate?”
She blushed in shame, “Be quiet, stop talking to me like that”
“I can say whatever I please! Or shall I show this to dad!”. She looked up in fear, Santosh knew she would take a beating from his father because of this, and worse still, he might even cut off her entire allowance! She would go mad without the money. He knew his mother was trapped.
“Look, it is obvious you are here to blackmail me. I think you are pathetic, shame on you for doing this to your own mother”. She glared at her son, extremely annoyed. “How much do you want, lets finish this now”.
“Much? Don’t tell me you actually think this is about money?”
He watched on as her face turned dark red, he knew that she now realised his intentions.
Was she willing to give up her pride and submit to him, in return for her husbands respect and her precious money?
He knew this was his only chance at fucking his mother, this moment was to define everything.
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*** Sonia’s Horrible Discovery***
Sonu woke up groaning to a strong dull pain in her thighs, her boyfriend Travis had really gone rough breaking her virginity. Despite feeling close to him, she felt that this was the worst way of giving up her body to him, but she was willing to forgive him. He was always so sweet, and a horny male is just a horny male after all! Its his size that was the problem, 8.5 inches of dark black meat pumped inside her slender athletic frame. She shuddered at the thought and pulled herself out of bed.
Things were weird at the Malhotra breakfast table. Her father wasn’t there as usual, but her mother Radha was grumpy and annoyed.. while her younger sister Deepa looked strangely distant. Very unusual for her as she is normally always cheerful and optimistic. Santosh on the other hand looked like he won a million dollars, probably because of some new girl he had sex with. He was so arrogant, god she hated him, she thought to herself.
It was Saturday, Sonia had a day job on the weekends doing part time IT helpdesk work. Saturdays were always slow so she wasted most of her time on the internet and Skype. She pulled off her jacket and parked herself at her desk in her tight red sweater dress and skirt, hugging her tightly and exposing her curves. She started checking up on the help tickets. It wasn’t long before she was on Skype, and one of the boys courting her named Amit messaged her.
Her dad and his parents were very keen to marry them off, but she didn’t like his arrogant nature. Today was different though, he said something completely unexpected.
“Hey Sonia, I’ve been trying to get hold of you for a week, why aren’t you replying my Skype messages?”
Because she never logged in, she replied with a smile.
“Look, I’m not trying to cause any trouble or anything, but.. I really think you should know this.”
Confused but suddenly alert, she asked him what the problem was.
“I know you’re dating some black guy, and hey that’s cool whatever you know, its up to you. But um… I saw you guys at the mall a couple of times, and the funny thing is… I’ve met him before”
Oh great… she muttered to herself. This idiot knows Travis! He might ruin everything.
But what came next was completely unexpected, and caused her to nearly fall off her chair in fright.
“He uh…. he’s a sex offender. Nobody has proof but, I know a girl he’s done this to”
Sonia’s heart started to thump, she could hear her own heartbeat. Amit sent through a photo of what was obviously Travis, with his arm around some other desi girl. Staring wide eyed in a massive panic, she called up Amit immediately
“What the hell are you talking about Amit!! Who is that girl, how do you know him!!” she screamed at the phone, everyone in the room heard but she didn’t care.
“All I’m saying is that this is definitely the guy! He’s not even our age, this guy Lex in his mid thirties but he looks young. My friend, the girl I was telling you about, uh… Lex would secretly make sex tapes with her, and then use them to blackmail her… then he’d dump her and move to another town. There is a group of them. Its lucky because I knew him from Boston, and here he is in Vancouver along with me, wow that is really lucky”.
Sonia stuttered… “Wh… what…. Lex? But… but his name is … “
She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Sex tapes… oh god. Is this what happened when she was blindfolded when in bed with him?
What did this deceitful monster have in mind for her!?
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*** The Taboo Breaks ***
Santosh stood in front her mother, awaiting Radha’s move. All the cards were on the table, he had caught her cheating on her dominating and sadistic husband and he had evidence of it. The question is, would she rather face the consequences of her husband, or will she degrade herself into an incestuous relationship with her own son?
She only had fleeting moments to think it over, she knew she would be punished severely by Raj. Her son was a horny arrogant bastard, but he couldn’t harm her wealth, and in a thankless and shallow marriage she simply couldn’t live without it.
Her cheeks cooked with shame, she knew what was going to happen next, she knew that there was only one option.
“Well mom, what will it be? Either way this is not going to benefit you, you deserve it for cheating like a slut”
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“Shut up! How dare you call me that!” She shot back, but really she knew her son had her in a fix, he could call her whatever she wanted.
Was there a way out? Maybe she could get this over with quickly.
“I know .. I know what you want… lets just be honest here and get this over with”. She couldn’t believe her next words, she shuddered as she said them “I… I can give you a blowjob”. She looked down hopelessly.
He couldn’t hide his joy, he had succeeded and was about to embark on his victory lap. “Then lets have it lady! But certainly not with that silk gown on… off it goes! Now!”
Glaring angrily, she hesitated for several long moments, before closing her eyes and realising the game is up.
The robe slipped off her large 38D busts and identically wide waist, revealing it all to her son. Her black hair with streaks of grey landing gently on her back. She heard him swear to himself, in admiration. She opened her eyes to see him staring shamelessly at her large round breasts and dark brown nipples. His eyes swam between her jugs, her fleshy neck, her smooth navel and her thick bush downstairs.
“Just… gorgeous mom! God what am I doing screwing chicks my age!”. His is so vulgar she thought, just like her husband. They turned out just the same. It was only seconds before he stripped off his sweater, shirt and trousers, he was completely naked in no time. She looked away at first, but realised she won’t be able to keep that up, and she saw her son’s naked body for the first time in decades.
He was surprisingly muscular, very trim and fit, to go with this six foot stature. Big broad shoulders, and she gasped when looking down, it was a good eight inches she guessed. It was the same size as her husbands, and larger than her lover Suresh. It was going to be hard to handle in her mouth. He teased her, by standing there and waiting for her to make the move. Blushing, she submitted to her situation.
“Come here.. and lets do this… ” she said in a small voice. He was more than happy to oblige and he walked over until his penis was inches from his mothers mouth. It stood there in front of her face, throbbing its purple stiff head, taunting her. He was rock hard without even her touching him. After staring for a full minute, she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. He was patient, he knew that it was going to be hard for his mother to break this barrier, he was willing to give her time.
Her wet mouth wrapped gently around her son’s penis head, swallowing the tip and the foreskin, her tongue settling on the underside of it. He let out a loud moan of admiration and victory, the walls have been broken down.
She looked up, he was already looking down. Mother and son locked eyes…. with his cock deep in her mouth.
She sunk her mouth deeper, taking in half, and then starting a steady rhythm. She wanted to work her magic, with her experience she wanted him cumming in seconds. She rotated her head, and pushed her mouth back and forth in a good pace, quickening with every motion, going deeper with every plunge. She cradled her sons balls, going back and forth furiously now, she could her his groans of pleasure. She kept looking up, pumping her mouth back and forth, her large thick lips massaging the exterior of the cock, her tongue doing a wicked dance.
It continued for five minutes, and then ten, and then fifteen. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t cumming.
To her absolute dismay, he then gently pushed her forehead away and broke free.
“Amazing”.. was all he could gasp.. “What a start, oh my god you really know how to suck cock mom”.
She was confused, but then it dawned on her, a blowjob was not what he wanted, at least not all of it.
“You know I don’t eat a three course dinner after stopping at the entree”. He stopped for a moment, considered his actions, before proceeding to tell his mother calmly what he wanted. “I want your pussy, right now, like any real lover should”.
She couldn’t help show her expression of shock and disgust. “Are you insane!” a rhetorical question, he clearly is insane.
She thought quickly and had an escape clause “Not my vagina… I don’t have any condoms, do you? I mean… we certainly can’t have an accident..”
He paused.
“Ah you’re right a
bout that mom, and you’re right I don’t have condoms on me”. She thought she had managed to get away with only oral sex, which might not be so bad. But that thought shattered quickly. “I need something to penetrate however, a blowjob just isn’t enough for me as you can see, I need a hot hole to fuck if I am going to cum. Too bad, you’ll have to give me anal sex if you can’t give me your pussy”.
Her heart sank, trapped again. He had obviously thought this through. She was anally a virgin, nobody in her long and fruitful life had ever had anal sex with her before. She heard all the myths about the pain, the tightness, the taboo.
She didn’t want to anger him too much, this was still a better option than Raj finding out.
“Fine… fine so be it…” she replied, ready to be sodomised by her son.
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*** Lost Identities ***
Deepa’s mind was swimming furiously after her lesbian experience with her best friend Priya. She was so confused, her mind simply couldn’t make sense of the situation. Did she enjoy sex with another girl? Was she a lesbian? Bisexual?
Priya on the other hand couldn’t stop texting her after their incident, she was obviously very excited and wanted this relationship to grow further. While Deepa was unsure about her sexual orientation, she was very sure she Priya was very dear to her, and she wanted the best for her.
Deepa confided in her online friend Ravi, whom she was also very close to. He sounded like he was experienced in life, and she needed his advice. He insisted that Deepa just needed to trust her feelings and go with the flow. Ravi assured her that sex is a very complex thing and it is impossible to determine if someone is bisexual or not unless they experience both. He asked her if she had been with a man, sexually.
Deepa blushed… the answer was she had kissed guys before in school in a private closet, but was a complete virgin. She didn’t watch porn, she hasn’t even seen a guy’s penis before! Ravi said the only way she will truly know if she is bisexual, was that if she kissed and had sex with a man. If she enjoyed it as much as lesbian sex, she is a bi.
She said she wasn’t ready to lose her virginity, but he soon convinced her that now was the right time to at least meet up. Have a coffee date at minimum and get to really know each other. She agreed to meet for coffee, after all, this was the man she was falling in love with. They chatted for nearly a year now, why not get closer? He looked really dashing in the photo, a young good looking businessman. She trusted him immediately. He was even nice enough not to demand a photo from her, because he knew she would be uncomfortable sending it to a stranger.
She was to wear a red coat with a yellow scarf so that she would be instantly recognized, and Ravi would be in a right blue tie with red stripes carrying a dark blue briefcase. Her instruction was to hold a single yellow rose while sitting on the bench in the mall.
She started to get really nervous, was she ready for this?
“Ravi” … as he called himself this time, was carefully rubbing his cock over his trousers thinking about Deepa. Such a tender age, a perfect virgin, he couldn’t wait to fuck her. She didn’t know he was much older than her, but she would find out soon when they met.
A male colleague walked into his office and left some papers on his desk, he had a look at the monitor and grinned at what his partner was doing. “Another F&F babe huh?”.
A big grin came on Ravi’s face… “Oh yes, this might even be the best one yet…. she thinks she’s a lesbian!”
“Are you kidding me, well make sure you straighten her out good!” he smiled with a wink and then walked back out. Before he was gone he turned back, “where did you find this one anyway?”.
“Oh, got her details from one of my interns, she’s a friend of hers”.
The term F&F stood for Fuck and Forget. It was a little game many of the men in this company had started up some years ago. Basically it was a competition to anonymously meet and fuck pretty girls, and then forget about them and disappear for good.