Author’s Note: This is an original incest erotica written by me and first published on Literotica. To read the story in its original form please visit –
https://www.literotica.com/s/wifes-incestuous-family-ritual-ch-01
*****
“Nikhil…I think it’s the delivery guy,” said Ananya, as the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and received the package. I’d been eagerly awaiting this particular item. Opening it, I removed the sealed box from inside. It was a small pocket-sized vibrator that I’d ordered online for my wife.
“It’s so small and discreet! I like it,” she said, as I showed it to her.
“Can’t wait to use it on you.” I grinned.
“You may get your chance tonight, mister.”
Ananya and I have been married for two years now. I am 27 years old, working as an architect in Mumbai. Ananya is 25 and works as an interior designer. We met three years earlier through mutual friends and decided to get married after a year of courtship.
We’ve been truly blessed with a wonderful marital and sex life. We both love one another deeply and understand each other. Both of us have a healthy sexual appetite. We are open with each other about our sexual needs and strive to bring the utmost pleasure to one another.
There was one part of me, though, that she didn’t know about. I am obsessed with Incest. I always read incest stories and watched incest porn during masturbation. I also loved reading about incest in human history as was practiced in ancient times, long lost civilizations and royal families. It’s scandalous, forbidden and taboo nature titillates me to no end.
My obsession with incest had gradually led me to fantasize about my own mother. Those fantasies mostly involved me and mama pleasuring each other using our hands and mouth, while sometimes going all the way and making love. Of-course, making a move and trying to materialize my fantasy had been unthinkable for me.
I had kept my fantasies a secret from Ananya, even though she is quite open and adventurous about anything sexual. I wasn’t sure how she would react to incest. So, it was a surprise when one night, she mentioned it herself.
We were on the living room sofa, curled up in each other’s arms, watching a movie. There was a sensual scene going on, between a young man and a mature woman, which I was enjoying immensely.
“They look so similar. She is old enough to be his mother, don’t you think? It’s almost like incest.”
I feigned ignorance. “Incest? What’s that?”
“Sexual relationship between family members. Never heard of it?”
“Oh! People do something like that?”
“May be. Could be just a fantasy. For some, it may be a real.”
Her fingers closed around my erection which was poking through my shorts. She gave it a gentle squeeze and continued to watch the movie.
I was secretly thrilled that not only my wife knew about incest but also, didn’t seem to feel repulsed by it. I hatched a plan to know more about her views on the topic and maybe get her interested enough to share my fantasies with her.
Next evening, during dinner, I said, “You mentioned “incest” last night. I searched it on the internet today. There’s a whole lot of erotic stories and porn about it.”
“Oh! I had no idea.”
“I read few of them out of curiosity. Some were quite well written. We could read them tonight if you like.”
“Yeah, that sounds fun.”
Once we retired to the bedroom, I brought up the 4 stories I had saved on my phone. These were my all-time favorites. I had read them so many times that I had almost memorized each and every word. I wanted to see Ananya’s reactions to them. We went through the stories together, reading silently. Once in a while, she would appreciate some particularly well written sections while chuckling at the some of the ridiculous, over the top, ones.
Once we completed, she said, “Wow! Those were really erotic. What else did you find? I see all these stories mostly feature mothers and sons.”
“Yeah, there were others involving father-daughter and brother-sister. I didn’t get the time to go through them. I’ll send you the links to these sites; see if you can pick out some good ones.”
Over the next few days, Ananya and I read many incest stories on our own on the internet and sent the ones we liked to each other. I mostly picked out the stories featuring mothers and sons while her selections were more varied.
On Saturday night, I decided to take it further. “I found this old porn movie called Taboo. I read it was the first major adult movie with an incest story-line. It’s considered a classic.”
“Let’s watch it then.” Ananya sounded excited.
I started playing the movie on TV. She switched off the lights. We cuddled on the living room sofa as the movie progressed. I had of-course watched it many times before, so once again I wanted only to note her reactions.
At one point in the movie, she said, “I like how these female actors look like regular women with natural breasts and pubic hair. I hate how the modern porn stars look.”
During the iconic incest scene of the movie, she remarked, “That hesitation and reluctance from the mother was well done.”
Throughout the later part of the movie, I was aroused as I fondled Ananya’s breasts over her nightgown while she caressed my hard cock over my shorts. By the end of the movie, I was squirming for relief. Once the movie ended, she switched off the TV.
Removing my shorts, she gripped my cock and said, “My poor baby! Let mama take care of this for you. Now be a good boy and go sit on the stool.”
I was surprised by the sudden change in my wife but went with the flow. We have a favorite cushioned stool that we have used numerous times earlier during foreplay. I removed my T-shirt as well. Fully naked, I got comfortably seated on the stool with my legs spread out on either side. My cock was hard and pointed towards the ceiling.
Ananya quickly returned from the bedroom with a bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount on my erection. Standing in front of me, she gripped my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She massaged and spread the slick baby oil throughout my groin.
She whispered seductively in my ears, “Mama will take care of you. Just relax and let mama pleasure you.”
As Ananya’s hands stroked my cock and fondled my balls, I relaxed, closed my eyes and fantasized about my mother. She moved beside me and stroked my cock faster up and down.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “Oh mama! Yeah, just like that.”
“Yes baby, cum for mama! Shoot it all out!”
My cock exploded, shooting jets of semen across the floor. Ananya continued stroking me slowly until my ejaculation stopped. Even after that, my cock stayed mostly hard.
“Oh wow! Where did all that come from! I’ve never felt you that hard before or cum so much,” she said, a sense of wonder on her face. “And you’re still hard! Would you like mama to continue?”
I nodded, yes.
Ananya took off her nightgown and got naked. She spread out a yoga mat on the floor and asked me to lie down on my back. Sitting next to me, cross legged, she started caressing my semi-hard cock.
“That feels so good!” I sighed.
“Tell me baby, tell mama all your fantasies. Don’t be shy.”
I finally confessed to my wife about my incestuous fantasies.
“Then I had guessed it right.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Does it look like it bothers me?” She grinned, pointing towards my cock in her hands. “How did you start fantasizing about mama?”
“I’d accidentally found an erotica in my parents’ bedroom, shortly after my 18th birthday, while they were out of town. It was a collection of sexual fantasies and actual experiences of real individuals. There was one section of the book dedicated to incest which immediately fascinated me.
“One particular real-life account, in the book, had been from this guy, who had an incestuous relationship with his mother when he was young. It had started with his mother giving him regular handjobs at night to help him sleep better. It had then progressed to him getting in bed with her and pleasuring each other orally.”
My cock was now fully erect under Ananya’s expert fingers as I remembered those pages.
“That story became the foundation of my fantasies about mama. Many nights I would lay awake in bed, imagining her coming into my room and giving me a handjob to help me sleep.”
Ananya continued to stroke me slowly, focusing on the sensitive cock head and massaging my perineum.
“Faster,” I requested.
I moaned and groaned as Ananya’s hands sped up. My abs and butt started contracting as I inched closer. I saw stars as my second orgasm hit me hard. I didn’t ejaculate much but the climax was earth shattering. All spent, I relaxed back onto the yoga mat and closed my eyes, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. Ananya gave a gentle squeeze to my cock and kissed me on the lips.
“Oh! That was awesome! Thanks honey!”
“I am so happy you confided your fantasies in me. It was beautiful.”
“Feels good to finally share it with you.”
Few days later, Ananya informed me that her brother, Ayush, would be visiting us during the weekend. Ayush is two years younger to her and lived with his parents in their country-side estate on the outskirts of Pune. Having recently completed his studies, he helped his father in their family business. He was a good lad and we got along really well.
Hearing about him, I smiled to myself. “You know, when I read some of the father-daughter and brother-sister stories you’d sent me, I fantasized you with your daddy or with Ayush.”
Ananya laughed. “You pervert!”
“Well, you know how my devilish mind works.”
“So, the thought of me having sex with another man excites you?”
“Not just any man. I can’t imagine you with anyone else. But daddy or Ayush…they’re family. And it’s just a fantasy after all.”
“Did you ever think of the possibility of having something like that with mama in real life?”
“I don’t know. It has always been this impossible fantasy for me.”
“But suppose you’d gotten some signs from her or she’d made the first move. Would you have gone for it?”
“I guess, yeah.”
Ayush arrived on Friday evening. The three of us had a fun dinner that night; lot of talks and laughter. Ayush retired to the guest room as I and Ananya got into our bedroom.
When we got into the bed, I wanted to try out something. I played with my wife’s pussy using the new pocket vibrator. She lay on the bed, squirming with pleasure as I rubbed the tiny vibrator across her labia.
She held me close and kissed my lips. “That feels so good. Give me a finger.”
I obliged by licking my middle finger and slowly wiggling it into her moist pussy. I gently fingered her while softly rubbing her clit with the vibrator. Her moans became louder.
“I wonder if Ayush can hear you. Would he get aroused listening to his sister’s moans?” I whispered into her ears.
I added my ring finger too in her pussy. She was soaking wet and my two fingers easily slid in. She clutched my shoulder tightly and I knew she was getting close.
I teased her again. “Imagine Ayush pulling out his hard, erect cock from his shorts and stroking it now, as he listens to your moans.”
I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy with the vibrator moving across her clitoral hood. “Would you like these to be replaced with Ayush’s fingers? Or better yet, with his hard pulsating cock?”
Ananya cried out and gripped my shoulder tightly as she climaxed. She shuddered as she rode her orgasmic wave. After few seconds her clit became too sensitive and she put her hand on mine indicating to stop. I switched off the vibrator but kept my fingers buried in her pussy which was quivering and flooded with her juices. She kissed my lips passionately as she came back to Earth.
My goal had been to find out if my wife would be aroused at the thought of her younger brother. Based on her physical reactions and the intensity of her orgasm, she definitely did. I also wondered, if I had succeeded in planting the seeds of incestuous fantasy in her mind, as we fell asleep.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p40p1m/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family