Mother's Sacrifice
Copyright© 2025 by satabdi
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Two celebrated Bengali mothers' struggle and sacrifice for protecting their loving family which enables the remaining members to come close and create a heavenly atmosphere.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Celebrity Fan Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter InLaws Swinging Double Penetration Pregnancy Voyeurism Indian Erotica
Ankan’s heart skipped a beat ... today Mamoni wore a new Chiffon Saree ... shiny golden-yellow in color with red flowery pattern which added to it’s beauty. But the thing that caught his attention was her deep navel and the length of her milk-white exposed waist, but something was missing which he wasn’t able to put finger on.
Then it hit him ... OMG! She is wearing this Saree very low, that’s why he was able to see her navel and below ... he could even see a hint of her navel hairs tracing down in her Saree. This means either his Sasurmosai or Bumba uncle is coming today ... she wears this Saree only when they come to the house.
“Is it too much.” She asked him warily ... looking down and adjusting the drape of her Saree.
Her question broke him out of reverie, then he looked at her whole ‘is it too much’. Of course it was too much, she had done her hair in a ponytail with a side part and she had applied a touch up of Sindoor ( Vermilion) on her ‘Sinthi’ ( The partition of her hair ). She had even applied a little bit of mascara around her eyes which enhanced her beautiful eyes.
She wore a golden nose ring on her cute little nose. Usually around the house, she didn’t wear it. His eyes travelled down from her nose to her full lips ... which were now occupied by the red glossy lipstick. Even she had applied something on her cheeks making it rosier.
The ornaments she had worn no doubt increased her glamourous look and beauty more. She had kept the pendant of her mangalsutra ( Sign of a Bengali married woman ) on top of her Saree ... just between her two tits. She wore a gold necklace which she has tugged inside her blouse. The way it was tugged, it looked like a channel ... inviting any onlooker inside her blouse.
His gaze further travelled down on her waist again ... this time it fell on the silver waist-chain ... sexily wrapped around her delicious waist. She looked almost like the Goddess Lakshmi ( The goddess of wealth and beauty ).
“Why are you staring like that? Didn’t you see me before?” His mother asked looking right at him with questioning eyes.
“Mamoni, who is coming ... Sasurmosai or Bumba Uncle?”
“Why are you asking such silly question?”
“Actually you use this type of clothes and makeup only when they visit us.”
“Your Sasurmosai,” she grinned. “Tomorrow I’ve to face for an half hour screen-test session of my next movie and we’ve to talk about that. Actually before that I want a trial. I know the silk Saree would be okay for the screen-test ... anyway, does it fit me right.”
“It’s alright Mamoni, you look gorgeous.” He said honestly and she flushed when she heard him complementing her beauty.
However he wanted his mother change the saree and the small backless blouse as they were too much revealing. He was worried if the Saree slipped a little bit, she will end up showing her pubic hairs.
Then without saying anymore, she turned around, and he could easily make out the beginning of her ass-crack through the thin Saree. She had her Saree sexily around the curve of her waist, exposing a lot of her smooth milky back. His heart was in his throat when he noticed that she didn’t even wear the Saya ( Petticoat ) inside her Saree.
Actually, when a Bengali woman—especially a glamorous actress like Rituparna Sengupta—dressed like this, she looked so seductive and fuckable. So, the moment she was out of his room, he took his throbbing cock out and jerked it hard to the image of his provocatively dressed mother. With a loud gasp he came very hard ... sending the cum high in air which landed on the keyboard of his computer, the second spurt landed on the floor.
Oishi Mitra Sengupta, hot housewife of the great ‘Sengupta Family’ was preparing some snacks in the kitchen while talking about her Mother-in-law’s latest released film ‘Puratan’ with her husband. Her husband Ankan was the only son of the highly talented actress Rituparna who was trying his luck in Tollygunge film-industry.
They were the most lovable couple at twenty-one and twenty-five respectively. And she truly respected her in-laws and treated them like her own parents. She had come at her in-law’s house yesterday with her husband to spend a few days with them on account of the mahurat of her Sasurima’s film ‘Baikalik’.
As the snacks were almost ready, the curvy, three-month-pregnant model sent her husband upstairs to bring her mother-in-law and father down from the guestroom. At first, Ankan thought about sending their maid Nushrat, but he couldn’t find her anywhere, so he decided to go upstairs by himself. The door was closed and all was quiet, so he knocked softly, not wanting to startle them.
“Ohhhhhh ... Cummm ... innnnn ... I’m gonna cum, Beyaimosai ( Son’s Father-in-law ),” He heard his mother gasping in her breath.
OMG! His mother was making love with his father-in-law ... and he stopped in dead track. At first instance, he was extremely shocked and puzzled ... knowing his mother’s such nasty act with his own Sasurmosai ( Wife’s Father ). But soon the pleasuring moan of his mother made him curious as he pushed the door open ... very slowly.
Pinned to the wall, his mother was completely naked ... however wearing all the ornaments. She wrapped around his father-in-law’s thin waist with her long legs ... encircling his neck tightly. She was actually hanging from his neck while receiving his short but rapid thrusts in her squishing cunt.
Her eyes were screwed tight ... lips forced into a thin pale line while his Sasurmosai’s cheeks clenched as his glistening cock was pistoning her cunt ... with ‘puuch-puuch’ ‘fooch-fooch’ ‘fock-fokath’ wet sounds. His large hairy balls were swinging obscenely at the juncture with his each thrust ... as he lifted her 5’5” height slim body from the floor ... keeping his palms under her large ass for support.
Ankan looked on ... frozen and helpless ... too embarrassed to say anything. But with his great shock, his cock instantly responded to the live porn-show happening in front of him ... and tenting his pyjama. He felt himself ashamed for his unavoidable incestous feeling.
“Ohhhhhh Beyaimosai, put a baby in me second time,” Her mother moaned thrusting her pelvis on his Sasurmosai’s crotch. “Yes, I want to get a baby once again from you.”
Hearing the words ‘Second Time’ and ‘Once Again’ he was startled again. OMG! It meant that his father-in-law had impregnated his mother before too. But who was that child? A shiver instantly ran through his spine ... anticipating himself as his mother and father-in-law’s illegitimate son. Curious Ankan decided to hear them further to clear his confusion about his mother’s adultery.
“At this age! It seems your Beyan’s ( Son’s Mother-in-law ) pregnancy has tempted you too ... but I won’t be able to fulfill your wish,” Moloy replied sadly knowing his deficiency and then he slowed his thrusts ... remembering something. “One thing Ritu, it comes to my mind suddenly ... although a naughty one ... how about doing it with our son ... I mean with Ankan?”
Upon hearing the shocking truth about his dark-birth-history, it felt to him as though the ground slid out from under his feet. It meant his father-in-law was actually his own biological father. But, he was shocked even more hearing his biological father’s illicit proposal of impregniting his own mother by him.
“Oh Beyaimosai, you’re so nasty!” Rituparna gasped ... imagining her impregnation with her own son. “I wish my baby could make another baby in his sacred birth-place, but it’s not possible for him. You know he is also suffering from low-sperm accountability just like his official father.”
That’s when the glamour-queen mature actress came down from her orgasm with a shriek ... rubbing her pelvis madly with her lover’s crotch and head throwing back. Her eyes opened slightly but unable to focus on the person in the doorway who quickly backed out ... quietly closing the door.
“Hello dear!” Ankan jumped back ... feeling a tap on his back, “Seems you’re enjoying the show.”
“Oh dear, you!” Ankan chuckled ... as he saw his wife peering in the guestroom over his shoulder.
“Don’t upset darling ... maybe your mother had no option just like me,” His wife Oishi tried to justify his mother’s illicit act.
“Okay ... okay ... but it means you’re actually my stepsister,” He said ... feeling his cock lurching up suddenly.
“Yes, you’re my husband and stepbrother both,” she giggled ... clutching his bulge and massaging his cock lightly over the pyjama with her hand. Then she turned back towards the dinning room and said, “OK, please don’t feel nervous ... and let them enjoy.”
As she moved to the kitchen, Ankan stood there few moments in a bewildering state ... and then he heard scrambling from inside the guestroom as they rushed to dress. Few moments later, he knocked on the door, a little louder than before.
“Won’t be long, Ankan.” Moloy sounded out of breath ... not hesitating to tell a blank lie, “We’re just talking about the next day’s shooting program.”
“Okay Baba.” Without opening the door, he said and went back downstairs.
Few moments later his mother too came downstairs ... being dressed like before as his Sasurmosai followed her and took their seats beside him in the dinning room. While taking snacks, he looked across the table at his mother ... but she gave no indication that she’d seen him too ... with no awkward looks or blushes.
Once Rituparna had seen him accidentally in the bathroom two years ago ... only his top half ... from his chest upwards. But she’d blushed for a week whenever their eyes met ... now though, it seemed like this was just his little secret with himself.
After taking the snacks, all of them watched TV for a while ... Moloy however stealing furtive glances at his lover cum Beyan. At 9:00 pm he went back home, throwing a wicked smile at her. Her cheeks were flushed as she turned around and saw her son standing in the hallway ... watching them intently.
“Thanks Baba.” He wished goodbye to his father cum father-in-law.
“OK Ankan, we’ll see.” He said as he dashed back to his car. He grinned ... throwing a wicked smile to Ankan ... before going back to his house.
It was only a few days before Rituparna’s forty-ninth birthday ... she was in bed recovering from a particularly hot session. Her husband Sanjay had taken her doggy style, driving his eight inches hard cock deep into her tight cunt.
Rituparna liked it hard and rough, begging her husband to drive his cock deeper and harder. Actually the recent boom of native porn in India helped her to increase her passion. It mainly diversified the knowledge of her love-making. She was greatly amazed noticing it’s variation ... like threesome, foursome, double-penetration ... even golden-shower sex.
As for example, she had tasted her anal sex a few days ago ... a new feeling ... however getting her Beyai’s persuasion. Now she felt free in anal sex and was getting used to the different sensations.
So Sanjay was enjoying the tightness of her arsehole and on this occasion, he had switched to that hole half way through ... driving deep into her and filling her with his cum as she cried out in ecstatic pleasure.
“Mmmmmm, that was so good,” Rituparna sighed, snuggling up to her husband and kissing his nipple.
“I didn’t hurt you ... did l?” He replied, “l couldn’t help it.”
“No it was really exciting,” She said, “You were nice and slick from my pussy juice so you slipped in easily, it feels so different with you in there, l still cum but it’s different, nice though.”
She kissed his chest again, then slid down and kissed his cock as it lay flaccid on his thigh. She was feeling friskier than usual tonight. Her hands wandered over her husband’s hairy body until she found his semi-erect penis.
On the other hand, Sanjay had been thinking about his daughter-in-law Oishi ... the way her face contorted in lust while she was cumming on Selim’s pistoning cock. He couldn’t forget the ten minutes video of her and Selim, he had seen in his wife’s mobile. Their maid’s widower father was thrusting into her ... pursing her lips in a silent scream whilst he took her to the edge of eternal bliss.
But he didn’t know what his wife was actually thinking at that moment as she slipped beneath the covers and took him in her mouth. Fully erect, he turned onto his back as she climbed on top. She kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth as she lined herself up and impaled her slick pussy on his raging hardon.
He’d never known her to be this wet before, or, for that matter, this horny ... head thrown back ... and gasping for air. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair as she rode him through her second and third climax. She fell forward suddenly ... while trashing her body madly and breathless as she felt him swelling ... bathing her clasping tunnel with his hot spurts.
Finally his cock slipped away from her as mixture of semen and pussy-juices flowed down from her cunt ... over her husband’s ballsac and between his ass-crack. They lay together ... kissing ... regaining their strength. He hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Wow ... that’s great! But what’s gotten into you so hot, dear?”
“Just a bit horny love.” His wife replied. “Actually watching our Bouma, Beyan and Selim make love together in the video reminded me how much I love you.”
“But dear, isn’t it nasty that a mere servant has an illicit relationship with our Bouma and Beyan ... you know it surely degenerate our status and position.” He meekly protested.