#24 Prisha's Desire

The Plan

As we discussed the "hows" of Prisha getting her son between her legs, my cock grew hard again. I picked her up and carried the Indian MILF upstairs to her shower. I had her pressed into the corner of her glass, and white-marble stall, her legs around my sides with her breasts level with my mouth. She dug her fingers into my shoulders for balance, and I sucked her dark nipples between my lips, licking and chewing on her thick nubs as if I could magick some milk out of them.

"Mmm, so, how--ooh--are we going to get my son to fuck me?" Prisha moaned. "I need some incest so much."

Fuck me.

My cock was on the rise, thickening, swelling, and lengthening, my shaft a bit sore after already coming twice in the day. After catching one of Prisha's nipples between my teeth and hearing her gasp when I stretched the rubbery nub outward, my cock said, fuck it, and pointed straight up beneath the wet folds of her slippery twat. I lowered her body, letting her crescents of tender flesh graze my knob. I shuddered, she shivered, and her silky folds parted to give my crown a warm, wet kiss made from MILF-lust.

"You gonna fuck me again?" Prisha pouted. "Fuck me while we talk about my son?"

"Maybe," I said, teasing her hole with my tip. "Does your son know you want to fuck him?" I could have called him "Justin', but I knew what this MILF wanted to hear.

"I don't know," Prisha said. "Maybe. Don't all of you boys know what we want?"

I rowed her body back and forth, her pussy crease slipping along the tip of my prick. I shivered and squirted a drop of pre-cum into her pink well.

"Maybe," I said. "With those bikinis you wear at our private mother/son parties."

Prisha smiled, crimson adding a warm layer to her honey-gold cheeks. "You boys like those?"

I eased Prisha's pussy over half of my knob.

"Uh," she moaned, staring me in the eye. "I guess you--uh--do."

"Whose idea was it to wear the bikinis?"

"We were drinking," Prisha panted. "It was a dare. The idea belongs to all of us, some of us. I don't know which mom suggested it first. Mmm, your dick feels good. I don't--uh--remember."

I had the head and neck of my hard cock inside her twat while the rest of my shaft swelled with a hot, all-to-stiff ache that needed soothing. Even with the water running over us, I was sure I could feel the runnels of her cunny juices flowing down my shaft.

"Your bikinis are all we talk about at the parties," I said. "We talk about them at school, fuck, at practice."

"We see--mmm--you boys staring at our cunts," Prisha said, panting. "Our cameltoes. It makes us wet." She bit her lip as another inch of stiffness slid into her muff. "We get drunk and talk--mmm, fuck me--about how much we--oh--want your dicks inside us."

I moaned and pumped my hips upward, fucking half of my throbbing rod into Prisha's defenseless pussy. She grunted at the sudden invasion of fuck-meat into her little, warm hole.

"Have you tried to seduce your son yet?" I asked, my cock slipping and sloshing through the bulging lips between Prisha's inner thighs.

"Mmm," Prisha said, turning her head and moaning, then looking back at me with a trembling face as I fed her my dick. "I wear--uh--tiny clothes." She gasped as I pulled her pussy down on my cock hard. "I--uh--hug and kiss him a lot! I try to--uh, uh, uh--get him to cuddle with--oh--me!"

She closed her eyes. I held her by her ass and piston-fucked my prick into her for half a dozen strokes, grunting the entire time, her body shaking from my thrusts. When I backed off, I lifted her so that her cunny lips kissed the tip of my prick again.

"What else?" I asked. "What else do you fucking do?"

"I wear small skirts and no panties while his father is home," she whispered. "Tight shorts that hug my pussy--they show off my cameltoe. I tease him without letting his father see me doing it." She shook her head as I slowly pushed my cock back into her until our pubic mounds pressed together. As my cock came to rest in her warm guts, she grunted. "Fuck, I bet you're bigger than my son."

"Does it matter?"

"No," Prisha gasped, shaking her head. "But don't--fuck--show off in front of him if you are. Please?"

"Never," I said, heat warming my cheeks. "Does your son notice how you dress?"

Prisha nodded. "He blushes and has a difficult time talking to me when my nipples are hard, or my pussy is showing for him."

I pulled out of her cunny and pumped back in, the hot water against my skin relaxing my muscles as the heat between Prisha's legs soothed the ache in my shaft. I fucked her slowly, pushing all the way in and turning my hips in a circle, rubbing her cunny from different angles, before I pulled out and then went back in. Prisha's breath came quicker and heavier, a soft panting that matched the throbbing pussy hugs across the length of my shaft.

"Has he ever tried to touch you?" I asked, starting to breathe heavily. "Fuck, your pussy is so fucking hot, momma."

"He hasn't," Prisha said. "But after--oh, yeah--the tanning with your--mother!--he doesn't flinch when I kiss him on the lips goodnight anymore. Oh, fuck, fuck me with that big dick."

I turned the Indian MILF away from the wall, holding her underneath the spray of water. She closed her eyes, tilted her head forward, then opened them, staring into my eyes with an under-lidded pound my fucking pussy hard stare. I bounced her up and down on my cock as I pumped my hips up and down, her titties swaying and shaking as the loud slapping of our groins filled the shower.

"Does your son drink?" I asked.

Prisha shook her head.

"Would you let him?"

She bit her lower lip and whimpered as I sped up, but she managed to nod her head. A glazed, liquid-like film coated her eyes as I pumped her pretty pussy faster, harder, building the tingling within my balls and the heat between her legs.

"I have an idea," I moaned. "After our shower and we move whatever needs moving, we'll--"

"My husband moved everything last night," Prisha whimpered, holding me tight. "I'm going to--mmm--lie about forgetting to fuckin' tell you. Oh, god, I'm gonna come again!"

I groaned and set Prisha down. She whimpered as my cock slipped out of her hole, then gasped as I spun her around and pushed her against the wall. I slid my left arm under her arm, over her breasts, and took hold of her throat. She gasped. I grabbed my cock with my right hand, slid the knob between her thick cheeks, rubbed her asshole as I did, found the juicy pink opening at the bottom of her slit, and fucked my prick into her velvety tightness without finesse.

"Uh, fuck," she grunted. "Fuck!"

"We're going to tan again," I said, moaning. "And wait for your son to come home to catch us."

"Yeah, oh yeah," Prisha said. "Tell me!"

"Wear your smallest, stringiest bikini for him."

"I have a micro bikini--oh fuck, you're fucking me hard, boy."

I grunted and grabbed onto her hip with my right hand. I pushed my cock into her and pulled it out, slapped her ass with my hips, pumped her pussy full of my prick, then spanked her hard, making her ass shake.

"Wear that little fucking bikini," I growled in her ear. "We're going to get your son--"

"Yes!"

"--drunk, and then he's going to fuck you."

"Yes, oh yes, drunk fuckin' incest is the best!"

I shut up and listened to the mother of my friend moan as I pumped her snatch hard enough from behind to make her stand on her toes. She told me how her father used to make her drink before him, and her brothers used to gangbang her. I listened, grinding my cock into her, spanking her ass, getting carried away with how excited her stories--true or not--made me. I reached around her waist, cupped her nearly-hairless pussy, and pressed my fingers against her slit. My cock grazed my fingertips. I pulled them back up, found Prisha's jewel, and circled her love-nub as I humped my cock into her muff with a matching rhythm.

"Uh-uh-uh," Prisha moaned. "Uh, fuck, oh, fuck--yeah! You're fucking my pussy good, Timmy."

"Have you ever been DP'd?" I gasped as the very tip of my dick shivered, and a tingling pulse shot down to my balls.

"Yes," Prisha gasped. "It's so fucking intense!"

"I want to DP you with your son!"

"Yes--fuck yes! Oh god, I'm coming!"

As she came, so did I, and I forgot to pull out of pussy, filling her creamy insides with my hot jizz. I fell back onto the shower's marble-tiled floor, my cock slipping wetly from her gash. Prisha hugged the wall, trembling and gasping, her body wet from head to toe. She turned and looked down at me, her yoga-toned muscles taut from the strain of taking my cock so hard. She widened her stance, pressed her fingers to her pussy lips, and spread those soft folds open. I watched, fascinated as thick globs of my spunk fell from her pussyhole, splattering against the marble before swimming down the drain.

"Holy fuck," I said, "I'm living in a porno."

Prisha laughed. "Do you want to lick the rest out of me?"

I had eaten my own creampie out of my sister before, and so I rose to my knees and opened my mouth, and extended my tongue....

Later, Prisha and I waited in her backyard near the pool. She lay on her back in a lounge chair wearing a bright pink bikini that only covered her nipples, areolas, and inner pussy lips with rectangular bits of cloth. And the floss circling her hips connected above the crack of her ass and disappeared between her round cheeks so that her ass looked naked to the human eye. When her cheeks parted, I could see the sides of her caramel-skinned asshole.

"All of the mothers own a suit or two like this," Prisha said, smiling with her eyes hidden by a pair of pitch-black sunglasses. "And we can't wait to wear them for you boys." She smiled at me. "And thanks to you, we'll soon be able to."

I smiled and waited for Justin to return from wherever the hell he was. According to Prisha and the text she had sent him, he would be arriving home within half an hour.

Timmy out.