Anshu and mummy-1

Hi friends, today I am going to share my incest sex story. A few days ago, my plane stopped and everyone tried to be the first off, so I sat back and scanned the crowd at the window. There was Anshu, she had changed in the last 3 years and the only reason that I could recognize her was from the beautiful hair color and the dress that she told me she would have on. The dress was easy to spot, it was custom made for me overseas. I had the tailors in Hong Kong make two each of several dress’s, one for Mummy and one for Anshu. Mummy was at work and in the middle of a major deal and told me that she would make up for not be able to pick me up at the Airport.

 

The crowded had thinned considerable and I stood up, grabbed my carry on and deplaned. As soon as I stepped through the entrance way Anshu was wrapping her arms tightly around me and crying, “Oh god, your home at last, Mummy and I have missed you more than you can imagine.”

 

I kissed her on the cheek and extracted myself, not daring to touch her yet, I asked her to get the car and bring it around to baggage pick-up. I would meet her there. She gave me a funny look, then a light went on in her eyes and she smiled and walked off. Grabbing my luggage and placing it in the truck of Anshu’s car I then open the passenger side door and climbed in. Anshu put the car in gear and headed home. I turned and looked at Anshu and was amazed how she had filled out since I had left for military duty. She had grown only a couple of inch’s taller, but at least 4 inch’s across her bust line and advanced several cup size’s. Her waist was still narrow with hips that were an ass mans dream. Her dress was high enough to see that I could see she had hose and garters on instead of pantyhose. I was getting a raging hard on just from looking at her.

 

Reaching one hand over to stroke my bulging crotch, she smiled impishly and said, “Mummy wants you to call her as soon as you get in the house. Also, no playing around until Mummy is home and can join us.”

 

As soon as my bags were upstairs and emptied I grabbed the phone and dialed the bank, Mummy answered the phone, “Wendy Jones, Vice-president, May I help you?”

 

“Congratulations on the new position Mummy,” I replied, “Is this phone private”

 

“Yes it is,” she answered back. “Well,” I began, “I have a friend of yours that hasn’t seen you in three years. He wants to know if your pussy still gets wet when he pokes his head in.”

 

“Oh, god,” she gasped out, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, don’t do anything at all, and I do mean anything, until I get there.”

 

I heard Anshu laughing behind me and turned to see her standing there grinning at me. “No, I am going to do as we were told and hold off until we can lock the front door for the evening” I told her, Anshu shook her head and asked me if I was going to be able to wait that long. I smiled and said that I had waited three years so what’s 30 minutes?

 

As we waited for Mummy to come home Anshu started to tell my about her boyfriend in collage, his name was Rajat and she just knew that he was perfect for her. She explained that there was just something about him and his attitude towards her that told her there was a lot more about him then what was on the surface. She just couldn’t pin it down but it was there.

 

We talked on until the front door slammed shut and Mummy walked into the den. I stood up and she was in my arms and her sweet lips pressed hard against mine as her body glued itself to me. My dick was at full attention and throbbing hard as we broke for air.

 

“Oh baby, it is so good to have you home again. I can hardly wait for us all to be together again.” She said, as she walked over and sat in the chair. She had hiked her skirt as she sat down and I was looking at a pair of long legs encased in nylons to the very top of her thighs, she was wearing a pair of dark blue panties, her legs spread wide apart. There was a very dark spot that marked her panties from pussy top to asshole. “See what your phone call did,” she commented, ” My nipples went rock hard as soon as I heard your voice, and when you asked me that questions, my pussy instantly got so wet that I felt as though I had peed my pants.”

 

“Now just how can I make that problem better,” I asked her.

 

“Stop playing with yourself and let your sister empty that loaded set of balls you have.” Mummy said. “As soon as she drains them I’m going to raise it back up and drain it myself. That way we can go enjoy the city for a while and come back home later to some very serious sex.”

 

By now Anshu had unzipped my pants and tugged them down far enough to let my dick spring free. “Mummy, his cock is longer and bigger than when he left,” exclaimed Anshu.

 

“Oh god, Anshu, our home grown stud is really built for action now. I think that we are in for a real ride tonight.” Mummy told Anshu. “You have changed since you left here baby, from what I can see it is all for the better too.”

 

Anshu’s mouth was devouring the head of my dick, she would run her tongue up and down the shaft, the raspy feel of her tongue and then the velvet touch of her lips was making my balls tight and hard. I looked over at Mummy where she was sitting, her eyes were glued to the action going on, her fingers were rubbing the wet pussy through her panties. As her fingers pressed down and stroked I could see the outline of her clit as it harden and swelled under the material. Watching Mummy masturbate as she watched her daughter suck her son off, turned me on to the point of no return. As Anshu locked her lips around the base of my dick head and stared to suck, I blew, jet after jet of heavy cum arched from my cock and into the waiting mouth.

 

I saw Mummy start to twitch as my climax sent her over the edge and she fingered her self faster. Her cunt was soaking the underpants as her fingers flew up and down the valley between her pussy lips. Moaning as her hips arched and her muscles spasmed, she would relax and then jump as another orgasm went through her. I had all I could do to stand, my balls felt as though they had been sucked dry. Wiping her lips off, Anshu stood up and moved over to sit on the couch facing Mummy. She pulled her dress up and displayed for my eyes a smooth shaved cunt, framed by a pair of crotchless black lace panties. She grinned at me and slipped her fingers down into the wet lips of her beautiful pussy. As she spread her fingers to spread the lips, I could see the white cream ooze out of her cunt. My mouth was tasting her before I could get there. As I started to move towards her Mummy said, “Oh no, that’s for later, right now you come over here in front of me.”

 

As I reached her chair she reached up and softly wrapped her hand around my soft cock. Placing the head of my shaft just up to her lips she began to run her tongue over the head and crown. I was not real surprised to feel my cock start to come alive again as she would first suck on the tip then lick the wet marks off. Soon my cock was half up and growing stronger.

 

Mummy looked up at me as she kept eating my cock, “Now I know that my baby has juice left just for me. So let’s fill Mummy’s mouth with all that hard cock you’ve saved up for me to eat”

 

Anshu was stroking her self and slipping the finger deep into her sweet cunt hole as she watched Mummy sucking me off. That sight of Anshu finger her cunt with her dress around her hips made my cock jerk up and land inside Mummy’s mouth. Her lips slide down the shaft, taking me deep into her throat. I felt the tingle start in the base of my balls again as she slide up to capture just the head of my cock. Her fingers were lightly stroking my balls as started to jerk my hips. I looked down at her body spread out and waiting to be fucked, and fucked again, I let go with another round of hot cum. Mummy moaned as she felt the throb of my rigid cock firing into her mouth. Sucking harder she drained what little cum I had left out of me.

 

Anshu was bouncing all over the couch as she produced her own orgasm, her fingers, wet and slick with her pussy’s natural lubricant, they plunged in and out of her hairless pussy.

 

“Ohhhh, Mummy, lets just stay home and make up for all that lost time,” Anshu said, ” We can go out anytime later.”


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