Sweet Family
Copyright© 2025 by satabdi
Chapter 14
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Home atmosphere of Chowdhury Family
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual True Story Celebrity School Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Uncle Aunt Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Orgy Swinging Black Male Black Female Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Voyeurism Hairy Indian Erotica Prostitution
Characters:-
1. Ajmira Begum: Nurse, Widow, 33 yrs.
2. Aslam Khan: Ajmira’s father, Widower, 55 yrs, Partner of Jaspal’s photography business.
3. Karim ( Abdul ) Khan: Ajmira’s Son, Junior Student.
4. Gurpreet Kaur: Childless Punjabi Headmistress, 38 yrs, Ajmira’s Friend
5. Jaspal Singh: Gurpreet’s Husband, 40 yrs Photographer cum Producer.
6. Protima Chowdhury: Singer cum Dancer, 35 yrs, Ajmira’s Friend.
7. Palash Chowdhury: Protima’s Husband, Businessman, 38 yrs.
8. Smt. Promila Chowdhury: Protima’s widow Mother, 55 yrs, Retired teacher cum Social-worker,
9. Poly: Protima’s Daughter, Junior Student,
10. Pobitro: Protima’s Son, Junior Student,
11. Malti ( Kamini ) Soren: 38 yrs, Ajmira’s Adibasi widow Maid,
12. Birju Soren: Malti’s son, 19 yrs, Jaspal & Gurpreet’s Driver,
13. Kenaram Soren: Kamini’s widower father, Security Guard of a ‘Ashram’, 55 yrs.
“Supper is ready, Birju,” Kenaram’s daughter Malti shouted from the kitchen at her son.
He came out from his room immediately and then she sent him to her room to inform her father and Promila Memsaheb to come at the kitchen and take the meal. OMG! Instantly she became panicked thinking about the hot sex she had witnessed few moments ago and there was every possibility of her son to see the couple’s lovemaking if they didn’t adjust themselves in the meantime.
Yes, her assumption was correct.
Edging the door slightly, Birju could see that his grandfather’s widow lover Promila Memsaheb was sitting on the edge of the bed with him. He was apparently upset about something and she was comforting him ... and, boy! was she comforting him!
His Daadu ( Grandfather ) was leaning against her with his head being cushioned by her large and slightly sagging tits, obviously covered by only a flimsy see-through synthetic Saree. At that moment she was without any bra or blouse as he could clearly see her prominent brown nipples through the thin Saree.
He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he could see his Daadu was definitely feeling comforted by the way he was rubbing his cheeks against her tits ... not to mention his hard black cock was erected from his hairy crotch. He felt his own cock instantly responded to the hot show in front of him, tenting his Bermuda.
“What are you doing till now!” Malti shouted again from inside the kitchen impatiently, “Are they ready? Tell them that the supper is on the table.”
“Just a sec, Maa.” Birju shouted back, “Just been to the loo.” He heard scrambling from inside his mother’s room as they rushed to dress. He then knocked on the door, a little louder than before.
“Won’t be long, Birju.” Promila sounded out of breath, “We’re just tidying up the room.”
Without opening the door, Birju said till from outside the room, “Okay.” and went back to the kitchen.
Few minutes later while all of them were taking the supper ... few sliced breads with chilly chicken, Malti threw a checky glance across the table at his father. But he gave no indication about what he was doing with Promila Memsaheb in her room ... even there were no awkward looks or blushes in his eyes about what he had been doing with his own daughter for the last few days. Now though, it seemed like this was just their little secret.
Anyway, completing the supper, they watched TV for a while, however Kenaram was stealing furtive glances at his still flushed daughter which wasn’t avoided by Birju. He could guess something naughty had happened between his Daadu and mother recently ... but how was it possible? They were real father-daugther ... he cursed himself for his dirty thinking.
He shrugged his head and went out taking his bicycle for his friend’s house for a sleepover ... intimating his mother as he couldn’t wait a moment to tell his best friend what he’d just seen. Promila looked at his walking out and Kenaram too felt himself dizzy as he proceeded to his bedroom ... wishing goodnight to her.
“Malti, do you enjoy our show?” Looking at Malti’s eyes Promila asked teasingly ... before leaving the ‘Soren House’ at 11:00 pm.
“I ... I ... You ... What do you mean?” Kamini started stammering.
“Don’t try to be a novice ... I’ve noticed you watching our love-making from behind the door ... even what your father and you did after that... “.
“Yooo ... uuuu ... saw everything!”
“Yes ... dear ... but don’t worry ... I liked that.”
“You ... liked ... Oh God! You’re too naughty, Memsaheb.”
“No more ‘Memsaheb’ from now ... You know your father is going to marry me soon ... so just call me ‘Amma or Maa’ whatever you like ... OK?”
“Oh Amma, you’re so good ... I’m really lucky to have a good understanding and kind-hearted mother like you,” Malti couldn’t hold her emotion as she hugged Promila tightly.
“It’s OK Malti, being a widow I could guess your craving ... I’ve to face the similar condition after my husband’s death ... and it’s my son-in-law who saved me,” Promila disclosed her own feelings ... pressing herself on Malti’s body and kissing her lips lightly.
“OMG! Your son-in-law!” Malti shivered getting the kiss.
Few days later, Kenaram was enjoying with his favourite drink ‘Aristrocrat’ in his room ... keeping a beautiful flower bouquet next to him and feeling tipsy with the strong liquor’s immediate effect. He was waiting anxiously for his four months pregnant lover Promila in his own room sitting on a sofa.
His daughter didn’t return till then ... completing her normal maid service at Ajmira’s house while his grandson Birju was as usual busy in his driving duty. He was sitting on a sofa in his room ... and remembering that evening’s hot escapade first with Promila and next with his own daughter, he felt himself excited. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants as he slowly rubbed it through the cloth.
Fifteen minutes had already passed when he heard the sound of heels approaching to his room as the door was slowly opened. At first he thought that his daughter had returned from her nursing duty as he looked up from his drink ... but no, it was his high-class pregnant lover Promila. However his breath stopped when he saw the vision before him. She walked up in a pair of four-inch high heels and wearing a new ‘Synthetic Colorful Saree’ ... and being fully furnishing herself with various types of golden ornaments.
The Saree she had worn was tucked at least two inches below from her deep navel. The ‘Anchal’ of the Saree just covered her left tit only ... exposing the right one fully which was covered with her bra-less blouse. As the blouse was a low-cut sleeveless ones ... her arms, shoulders and the valley of her tits were bare.
It appeared to him she had gone to ‘Beauty Parlour’ before coming to his house as her hair was trimmed and styled with waves to it. Her dark black hair had a few streaks of red in it giving her a very sultry look ( in his honest opinion ). He sprang up and welcomed her warmly ... presenting the flower bouquet as he kissed her hand. She sniffed the bouquet and thanked him for the flowers with a kiss on his lips.
They two lovers had a lovely snacks but he was surprised that she only had one glass of wine. After that, she insisted she wanted to go for a drive with him and he was agreed instantly. She would tell him occasionally when to turn ... in which direction to go ... and finally the lovers ended up at a hotel cum lodge. After parking the car, she led him to a room which was previously booked by her. The room was on the second floor and had a grand balcony with a loveseat looking out at the moon.
“Kena,” She said with a gracious look, staring into his eyes and grasping his hand. “We need to talk for a minute.”
“Sure,” He answered.
“I ... we ... this is hard ... I don’t know how to express my feelings,” She looked hesitant.
“Then let me start,” Kenaram squeezed her hand. “These last few days have shown me that I can’t live alone. I also don’t want to just find anyone to replace my deceased wife ... but finally I find her. I never dreamed that being a low-class security-guard, I would be able to have such an aristocratic and educated Brahmin lady like you. Yes Promila ... My dear Prom, it’s beyond my imagination.”
“Please Kena, don’t misjudge yourself being a low-class security-guard. Any woman would feel herself lucky to have your wonderful and pleasurable meaty weapon ... and I’m that luckiest woman,” Promila’s eyes twinkled.
“Oh Prom, I’m happy that you’ve liked my tool but at the same time I’m concerned with my family ... and I have an obligation to it,” Kenaram looked at her expectantly. “No doubt I need you badly but I need you for my daughter and grandson both. They really need a real affectionate woman like you ... yes, I want you to stay with us ... forever.”
“I was hoping you would say that. Yes, I’ve already decided to come and stay with your family. After we make love ... I mean after we started having sex ... I hoped it meant more than just sex.” She said as a year tear streamed down her cheek.
“It does. You are amazing, like no one I’ve ever known. I thought I knew what kind of woman I would always love, but you showed me that I never knew ... until now.” Kenaram’s eyes also moistened as he felt an emotional lump growing in his throat that stopped his further uttering.
“I’m glad that from now on I’m going to live with your lovable daughter and young grandson ... yes, I’m really lucky to have them. So I guess I’ll stay ... forever.” Promila sheepishly stated wiping her Adibasi lover’s tearful eyes with her Saree’s Anchal ( Last portion of Saree ).
So, everything was OK and it was clearly appeared in the loving attitude and behaviour of Chowdhury Family’s members. No doubt Promila had loved her first husband with all her heart but after his death, she was devastated at first ... not to get sufficient sexual pleasures. She had needs that nobody could understand except her daughter and son-in-law ... she was highly grateful to them for that and wished to payback some of it if she had the chance in future.
Actually before she had met and marry Prodeep ( Her 1st Husband ) when she was only sixteen, she had been meeting with an older Adibasi labourer for sex in a somewhat surreptitious relationship. She knew she could never be with a him without losing her family and friends back then. But it seemed now she would be able to fulfill her fantasy. Although the communal harmony has now spread a lot ... her relatives, close friends and their families still didn’t believe in the races mingling sexually or inter-caste marrying.
“That’s great!” Kenaram replied, a huge smile sprouting on his face immediately.
“Look I ... I know I’m not like your deceased wife Minati and not fit as she was and I’m not going to the gym to try and become a stick figure.”
“I don’t care if you don’t look like Minati. But I must admit, I did never imagine in my wildest dream that such a beautiful educated woman like you would prefer a mere security guard like me. In the short time we’ve been together ... I have come to love everything about you just as you are. I love the way your soft skin feels in my hands. The feel of your large full tits ... specially your swollen pregnant belly against my body as we make love was wonderful...” Kenaram opened himself.
Promila laughed, “You love my pregnant belly so much?”
“Yes ... you know I’ve a great fascination of pregnant women’s swollen belly,” Kenaram said caressing her baby-bump lightly.
“Even after knowing that it was caused by my son-in-law” Promila winked at her lover.
“It’s OK dear ... I didn’t mind it ... rather it excites me a great and after knowing it, I started to feel a tremendous attraction to you.” Kenaram said smilingly ... taking her hands in his hands.
“But I often feel I’m cheating on you by carrying other’s baby in my belly while we make love,” Promila looked guilty as her head lowered in shame.
“Prom, your confession elates me a great ... Yes, I’m really pleased and I assure you from now on I want to treat the baby as ours if you like so,” taking her hands, he kissed her lovingly. Her makeup smeared as the tears welling in her eyes and fall down her face. He wiped the tears from her face with the thumb of his left hand as his right hand caressed her swollen pregnant belly lovingly.
Looking her squarely in the eyes, he said, “I would be the happiest person if you agree to let the baby recognise in the society as ours. I would like to help make sure you are around for a long time to come. I want you to share my life and to be here for the baby as he / she grows up to adulthood.”
“You really want me to be around that long with other’s baby?” She asked.
Kenaram nodded as he led her from the balcony to the bedroom. He closed the door, turned to her, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Soon their tongues danced in unison, Promila literally melted into his strong arms as they kissed ... their hands roaming over other’s bodies.
“I love you, and I promise to be the best mother of Malti and grandmother of Birju that you want. I will never bitch at you, and I will take care of your every need.”
“No,” He said holding her by her hands. The sophisticated older woman looked at him with confusion and was scared that he had suddenly changed his mind to accept her ... after hearing her confessions.
“Listen dear, ‘The Promila’ that had sex with me before is now my daughter’s mother and my grandson’s Grandma. ‘The Promila’ in my arms now, My Prom, is my partner, my heart, MY LOVER.” Kenaram showed his true love by expressing himself fully.
He then removed her Saree and blouse carefully ... unhooked the lace bra and loosened the knot of her petticoat ... slipping it down from her hips as it pooled around her feet on the floor ... leaving her just in her golden ornaments and five inches red high-heels. She had heard him refer to her as ‘Prom’ a few times as of late. She had never really cared for the name before, but coming that sweet word from Kenaram’s mouth, knowing it was a name he gave her and referred to her as ‘My Prom’ ... she quickly learned to love it.
She watched as he quickly undid his shirt and shucked it off his body revealing his bare chest. He then pushed his pants down and boxers in one swift move. She felt his hands at her hips and gasped when he bent slightly and hefted her up off her feet. Worried about his back, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood upright. She couldn’t believe how strong her lover was but her heart was pounding as she leant down and claimed his mouth again.
“God! You love me so much!” Promila smiled. “Please, show me how much.”
Kenaram carried her over to the bed and slowly lowered them to the soft mattress. Once they were both on the bed, Promila rolled onto his back and slithered down to his cock, wrapped her tits around his rod, and began titty fucking while she sucked his cockhead into her mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth and tits always feel so good Prom,”
She pulled her mouth off to say “Thanks!” and then took the cockhead back in, drooling around his shaft.
“That’s because you are so beautiful and sexy. I’m lucky that it took me few days to realize it.” Kenaram told his pregnant Brahmin lover. Several minutes later she was ready for his cock. “I need you inside me,”
He moved up on top of her luscious body, leaning in to kiss calmly. “I love you Prom and I’m never going to let you leave. You’ll be lucky if I don’t chain you to the bed for the rest of your days.”
“Promises ... promises...” Promila playfully stated.
She gasped as her lover drove all the way inside her wet snatch. She knew that her inebriated state caused her to forget things but this was the first time she thought that his dick had kissed her embryo filled womb’s mouth. She groaned as the head of his cock hammered her crevix’s opening over and over and over again.
“Fuck darling ... I love you. I promise that I’m never leaving.” Promila stated as she locked her legs around his thin waist.
She felt his cock twitch and then spasm as it released his viral seed into her. His hot semen jetted inside her embryo filled womb ... bathing and chastising the embryo with the warm sticky liquid. And thinking about that made her immensely horny as the orgasm sent her into sensory overload and she passed out in her Santhali lover’s arms.
Sometime later she found herself on her stomach, but she could not feel his body against hers. She felt a slight prodding at her backside as her left leg was moved up. “Wha...” She just started to say only to feel something large and thick opening her up her backdoor before it slowly slipped into her ass.
“Ahhhhhh G ... oooo ... dddd...” Promila screamed feeling for the first time Kenaram’s nine inches black rod penetrating in her rectum.
With a devilish grin, he slowly began feeding the Hindu widow’s ass with his huze Adibasi cock. She gasped as inch after inch of her lover’s hot meaty rod slid into her anus first time. She was gasping in discomfort, her knuckles became white as she clutched the bedsheets. Once his large Nigro-cock had filled her ass fully, he held himself in place so that she could get used to his size and girth.
“I love you Prom,” Kenaram sighed before he began to fuck his widow lover.
Promila moaned loudly as her Santhali lover continued to ravage her asshole. There was discomfort at first, she had never allowed anyone to touch her asshole before, much less fuck it. Now, however, this desirable lover had brought out a side in her that she had long ago buried and in some ways, enhanced.
“Oh God! My dear Kenaaa ... fuck my virgin ass,” She groaned pushing her back against his crotch.
Kenaram stopped his thrusting for a moment at this declaration. “You mean no one has ever done this with you? Even your son-in-law?” He asked in disbelief ... and increasing his thrusts.
“No one. You are the first.” She said with a blushing.
“Next time you can try it with your son-in-law while I’ll fuck your pregnant cunt ... I mean two cocks in your two holes at the same time,” Kenaram proposed wickedly.
“Yessss ... my true love,” Promila confirmed with a groan as she thrust her ass vigorously imagining a hot double penetration with her son-in-law and lover. “Now give it to me. Claim my ass.”
Kenaram went back to work doing his best to please his lover. They moved just a bit so that she was now on her knees and he was fucking her fully from behind in doggy style manner. Her tits swayed back and forth as he rammed into her ass over and over again. She screamed at the top of her lungs when he rubbed her extented clit with his fingers ... causing her first anal orgasm. Her body convulsed like never before. And when she stopped shaking, he removed himself form her ass ... his nine inches long rod was still rock hard ... pulsing impatiently.
“You are now mine.” Kenaram said as he lowered himself onto his Prom, kissing her back, shoulders, neck, and earlobe before he rolled her over, and kissed her deeply.
Promila wrapped her arms around her Santhali lover who had claimed her body but more importantly her heart. She thought her life bereft of love after her husband’s death caring about her looks and their love life. She now knew that she was still desirable and was desired by this security guard who had just loved every one of her holes. And finally when she lay back, he put his face between her thighs and started sucking her leaking cunt.
“Dear, accepting me as your life partner, I think you’ve favoured a great and I couldn’t repay your debt in my remaining life. And assuming that you’re going to do this, I’ve arranged something today to surprise you. Listen dear ... if something happens that you never imagine ... even in your dirtiest dream ... just accept that. Trust me, and go with it, okay? You won’t be sorry.”
He withdrew his mouth from her snatch and looked up, searching her face. What was she talking about? She bit her lip lightly and winked at him, and he nodded his head a little as he continued to thrust his tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet flavour of her cunt.
“Ohhhhh, yesssss, fuck me with your tongue, sweetie. Mmmmm, I love that. Do you like how my cunt tastes?” She leaned back, resting on her hands, as he made love to her cunt.
Kenaram nodded again, letting his tongue slide out of her and return to her clit, teasing it lightly, like a butterfly wing. He didn’t notice Promila turn her head toward the closet and she made a signal as it was opened slowly. A moment later, he felt something pressing down on the bed ... and next moment his cock was engulfed in the delicious, warm wetness of someone’s mouth. A tongue caressed the sensitive underside of his rigid shaft.
His eyes flew open in shock!
“Shhhhhh...” Promila’s finger was against her lips. “I told you earlier, dear ... it’s all right. It’s my surprise.” Slowly, she lifted her hands away from his head as he raised his head and looked down. His cock was deeply embedded inside the wetly sucking mouth of his widow daughter Malti!
“OMG! Malti you!” He cried, surprised and shocked like hell.
Her lips were stretched taut around his thick black rod, and she had taken him almost all the way inside her mouth, the head nudging the back of her throat. Her mouth was flooded with saliva that bathed his cock with it’s slippery warmth. She was completely naked, having shed her clothes by the side of the bed. Her big tits pressed against his leg, and against his sperm-bloated balls. Her eyes opened and she looked up into his, her head slowly bobbing up and down.