Chapter 11: Both of Us

Pia

He lifts his hand from the back of my head, grabs my waist, and keeps thrusting his penis in and out of me after the door opens. I am forcing myself not to orgasm. I shove my face into the sofa not to make any sound. I don’t want Mom to hear me or see me. I stay completely still. The silence seems to magnify the clapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

Shreya

He is fucking someone. A whore? Does he want me to join? I had never done this before. But he is good at pushing my boundaries. Immediately my nipples harden. I can see his thick hard glistening cock going in and out of her raised butt. The rest of her is hidden behind the backrest of the sofa. Suddenly I am a little jealous too.

“Come see who is enjoying her uncle’s cock”, he says.

A large bell goes off in my brain blinding everything around me. Then as I come to the realization, I start gasping for air.

“It can’t be. It can’t be” My brain is screaming. I look at him in shock. I will kill him if it’s true.

Pia

Oh my god. He just told my mother that he is fucking me. Why is this making me so hot? I would start rubbing my clit but I am petrified in fear.

Shreya

He raises his hand midway in the air, slightly bends in the elbow, shows his almost closed fist, curls, and uncurls the index finger twice in rapid succession.

Even with the shock and anger, his come here gesture, which he has used numerous times before and has always followed by causing pain, pleasure or as often the case with him, both, my brain associates it with lust and my body reacts by getting excited.

I start to walk towards them. There is no mistaking my anger and hate towards him, neither is mistaking my swollen nipples and damp sex.

I circle and come to the side. With a shock as hot metal on skin I recognise my daughter’s hair even if she has shoved her face into the sofa. I had loved her hair even since she was little, blacker than coal, smoother than oil. I had forced her to take care of it, made a game out of shampooing and oiling it. I recognise the cut I had given to it, even though now it lay haphazardly on the sofa. My beautiful daughter’s hair.

With sadness, I follow her back to its end where the monstrous head of the monstrous penis is going in and out of my daughter’s tiny pussy. The skin of the penis and the swollen vein is glistening in my daughter’s juices. My pussy throbs for a second as I get an urgent urge to lick it.

“Come closer whore” he shouts at me.

I really don’t want to follow his orders but what is the harm in going a little closer? I walk closer. In an instant, he circles his hand around my back, pulls me closer, shoves his other hand inside my blouse from the top, and rips the blouse out from the inside in one motion.