Mine and My Mom's Secrets
Copyright© 2022 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 8: Sweta’s Arjun
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: Sweta’s Arjun - I discover my mom's huge secret. It creates new feelings in me. I plan to satisfy these feelings but my plan backfires for the better.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Incest Mother Daughter Uncle Niece Humiliation Rough Indian Male Indian Female Cream Pie First Indian Erotica
I ring the bell. Sweta opens moments later. Her face is swollen and red. I realize she has been crying.
Immediately she hugs me and starts to cry. I keep her in my arms for some time and then we enter the house.
I can see Arjun busy packing his stuff. When he sees me, he stops.
“You called her, huh?” He asks Sweta.
“How can you do this?” I ask. He starts to say something but then looks at Sweta and then says, “I have nothing to say” and resumes packing.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask
“I told her already, why don’t you ask her?” He says pointing at Sweta.
I look at her. She has this guilty nervous puppy look plastered on her face. “I have already talked with her, can you talk please?” I ask.
He doesn’t reply.
I have to talk to him alone.
I pull Sweta aside and ask “Can you go and do shopping or something while I talk sense into him?”
“But why...” She starts but I interrupt her “You being here is needlessly increasing the tension. I can talk to him alone. He was my friend too. I think I can talk sense to him”
She nods her head. I sit silently on the sofa strategizing what to say as she changes her clothes. She soon leaves. As she closes the door behind her, I catch her face filled with the slightest amount of hope.
Before I can even turn I feel his hands on my breasts. I immediately try to push his hands away and free myself but his hold is strong and he starts roughly groping them.
“What are you doing?” I ask, shocked by his behavior. “Reminding me what real pair boobs should feel like!” He replies. I guess Sweta has smaller breasts but that is no excuse.
“Have you gone mad?” I scream still trying to push his hands away. He forcefully turns me to face him, grabs me by the waist, pulls me into himself, and wraps his hands around me “Yes, I have gone mad” he says and bends to kiss me.
I let him, just for a few seconds, and then I move my head. I try to push him and this time it works.
But immediately, he grabs me again and pulls me back. “Why are they acting like this? Not like this is our first time! “ He says while both of his hands wrapped around my body, squeezing us together. He is kissing and sucking my neck.
“But we have kept up our promise all these years” I reply.
He stops kissing and looks at me. “Fuck your promise. I am stuck with a prude, stuck up bitch and you ... your husband must be a sex god if he has managed to keep you straight.” He says and shoves one hand inside my saree, into my panty.
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