By: Sagar

Hi friends, I am SAGAR from AHMEDABAD. I am 20 years old.
This is not a true story & a fiction if you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed doing then do send me your comments at incent_lover27@yahoo.co.in
(Specially any married and unmarried women from ‘Ahmedabad’)

Having finished college, came back home. I found very little had changed during the four years of my absence. There was my father, his new wife and my sister. Our mother had died when we were much younger and it took dad just over ten years to re-marry, but what a women Mansi turned out to be. Not only was she only five years older than my twenty-two, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Dad must have saved a ton of money from her not needing any sort of make-up save just a hint around her eyes.

My name is Sagar. I don't have bulging muscles, but still impress most with my strength. As for my equipment I can honestly say I'm more than average, roughly nine inches of manhood the same as dad with testicles large and heavy se emingly always full of life giving seed. Hetal is my sister and two years younger. From the pictures we still have of mother she is the spitting image of her in face and body. She's five feet five, a hundred ten pounds of bursting energy with one of the most arousing bodies I've seen in a long time. Having snuck into her room and checked out her clothes I found her at this time to have a bust 39D, waist 27 and 36 hips. Her legs are long for her height, slender and very well shaped. She has thighs that could arouse a dead man and I had for the last eight years found her to be most desirable. Dad's name is Rakesh and he's a scant hair shorter than me yet built the same. Residing within his pants is basically the same equipment package as mine.

Mansi, dad's second wife and step-mother to Hetal and me. She's twenty seven years old and as I've already said needs no make-up save that around her eyes. Hair the color of flaming red adorned her head cascading over her shoulders to about the middle of her back. In my mind it had to be natural as never had I seen hair coloring dye in the stores that could even come close. (Later I would find out the real truth and just how soft those fiery locks really felt. ) Her height is the same as Hetal's as are her hips and waist, but there is where the difference ends. I found, through unscrupulous means, her but is way larger. The tag attached in back proclaimed the cup size as being 42E and even then I suspected it was a bit to small.

You've now met me and the rest of my family. While Mansi had always tried and done her best to become one with us, we still felt she was an outside r, not really one of the family. Sis and I couldn't even think of calling her mother, mom or anything close. She was always Mansi yet we respected her and all she did for us. When one was sick it was Mansi right there with home remedies that always seemed to work. She would sit alongside our bed all through the nights getting little sleep until she had helped us to get well again. In school it was always Mansi to the rescue weather is was with homework, school play needing some outlandish costume or sporting event. It quickly became obvious to Sis and I that she didn't think of herself as our Mother, but the wife of our Father yet she performed far beyond what was expected or even thought. Hetal and I really did accept her as a very important part of our family and for that we truly did love her.

I had been home less than a week when I came in to a very quite house. Something seemed odd to me because there was always some kind of noise, be it from the stereo, TV or just eve ryday living. This early afternoon was different and I was quick to find out why. At the beginning of the hall was my bedroom and directly across was that of my sister. Down at the end was dad's room, the one he and Mansi shared. I could hear some strange sounds coming from around the half open door. It was the sound of moaning and I feared Mansi might be sick or something worse. Quickly I closed the distance my feet not making a sound on the thick carpet. Fearing the worst I stopped short and peered cautiously inside. My mouth dropped open at the sight I beheld. There, in the middle of the huge king sized bed, was Mansi. She was on her knees and elbows completely naked, my dad behind her ramming his hips to her backside. Instantly I knew I had inadvertently caught them having sex obviously not expecting anybody anytime soon.

For graduation I had been giving a digital movie camera and raced to my room to fetch it. I breathed a sigh of relief finding the battery fully charg ed and again silently approached their room. My motives at that moment were unclear except I could help wanting to capture this erotic scene for future viewing. By this time Mansi had lifted her body to become supported by her arms allowing her overly large breasts to begin flopping up and down, from side to side and generally all over her chest. I zoomed in for a closer look and through the view finder saw her nipples extended as they appeared to be hard as rocks. Her face was a picture of extreme ecstasy, scrunched up and showing her to be in the throws of sexual passion. Panning over her monstrously large breasts I viewed the sight of dad's rigid organ, slick with her juices, slipping out then slamming back inside her body. Suddenly he pulled back far enough for his manhood to loudly 'pop' from her cavity and I was so afraid they had seen me, but dad simply flipped Mansi easily onto her back. Dad quickly raised her legs over his shoulders as he prepared to again penetrate her se x.

I held my breath as I panned the camera up Mansi's body capturing her huge breasts as they remained still full and exciting. Only the left one could be seen as it lolled over and lay heavily on her rib cage, the swollen nipple protruding at the least and inch from the darkness of her areola, the skin of it crinkled with arousal. Quickly moving back down I barely caught dad slipping his wet turgid organ back into her obviously very wet channel, slamming himself deep and fully inside. I could hear the wet slap of flesh against flesh, saw his heavy scrotal sack bang against her firm buttocks and witnessed his hips moving back and forth rapidly plunging himself into his wife's sex.

"Yes, more, harder, faster," Mansi panted as the microphone picked up all that was said and the other sounds of sex. "Give me all your hot hard cock and fill my cunt," she gasped. "Fuck me long and hard. "

Before long I could tell dad was about to climax. I knew this from my own experiences with women, or should I really say girls. Dad reared back, paused a moment, then plunged with all his weight into her. It was obvious he was releasing his seed, giving his wife all his creamy sperm and filling her wonton sex. He roared loudly almost enough for the neighbors to hear as he moved his hips up and down, to fast for any normal film camera to capture, but not this digital model.

Their passion sated they melted together in a loving embrace. Dad lay gently upon Mansi's naked body almost crushing her huge bust but keeping most of his weight from her. Moments later he rolled to his back and, still with the camera on, I caught Mansi moving over his spent loins. She gently held his deflating penis only to engulf it in her mouth sucking and cleaning him of their sexual juices.

At that time I knew it was time to quit and make myself scarce. Doing just that I returned to my room, removed the digital disk and buried it deep in the bottom drawer of my dresser under odds and ends of clothes. I had closed my bedroom door making sure it was locked, then stripped naked. Laying upon my bed I grasped my turgid organ and felt it's heat radiating deeply into the palm of my tightly gripping hand. Feeling the familiar touch I started masturbating while visualizing the sight I had captured. Moments later I released my own seed reveling in the heavenly feeling, the outburst from deep within me as my sperm raced up the shaft of my manhood only to be wasted as it splashed onto my chest, onto my belly and finally dribble over my tightly clinched fist.