This story is set in India.
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The air in the cozy living room hung heavy with the scent of jasmine garlands from the recent family function, and the sharp tang of whiskey and beer from the party that followed.
Empty bottles cluttered the low wooden table, remnants of the celebration that had stretched late into the night.
Diwakar, the 50 year old patriarch, slouched on the worn sofa, his potbelly straining against his kurta, face flushed from too many pegs.
Beside him sat his wife Meera, 40, her 34-28-36 figure accentuated by the tight blouse and saree that clung to her curves even in her drunken haze.
Their son Aryan, 20, sprawled nearby, his muscular build evident under his half-unbuttoned shirt, while their daughter Rashmika, 18 and petite with a lithe perky frame, giggled from the floor, her short skirt riding up her slim thighs.
The music from the event's playlist still pulsed softly from the old stereo, a soothing bollywood beat with a sultry rhythm!!
Rashmika, emboldened by the alcohol buzzing in her veins, locked eyes with her father.
"Papa, you look so tired after all that dancing!!" she purred, her voice slurred but teasing.
Diwakar chuckled, his eyes glazing over her small breasts pressing against her crop top - Without warning, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him facing away, her tight ass grinding down onto his crotch!!
"Let me help you relax, Papa!!" Rashmika pleasingly groaned, while Diwakar's hands instinctively gripped her narrow waist as she began to move, rolling her hips in slow circles.
Her skirt hiked up, exposing the thin fabric of her panties rubbing against her father's pants - He felt his 5-inch dick twitch and harden beneath his daughter, the friction sending sparks through his drunken body!!
Rashmika arched her back, pressing her pert cheeks harder on Diwakar, bouncing lightly to the beat.
"You like this, Papa?? This feels good??" she seductively whispered, reaching back to tousle his graying hair.
The old man grunted, his fingers digging into her soft skin, pulling her young body closer as his cock now throbbed fully erect, poking up against her warmth through the layers!!
Across the room, Meera watched, her cheeks burning hotter than the whiskey's fire.
The sight of her own daughter grinding on her otherwise faithful husband stirred something forbidden in her core, as a wet heat built between her thighs.
Her gaze quickly shifted to Aryan, her tall handsome son, whose eyes were fixed on the scene with an equally hungry gleam!!
The alcohol loosened Meera's inhibitions, as she scooted closer to Aryan on the adjacent cushion.
"Aryan... Come here... Come near me!!" she murmured, in her voice thick, as her son leaned in, for her to wrap her arms around him in a very tight hug, pulling his broad chest against her full breasts.
The saree blouse strained as she squeezed, her nipples hardening into peaks that poked through the fabric into his skin!!
Aryan inhaled sharply, his 9-inch dick surging to life inside his jeans as he hugged Meera back, allowing his hands to slide down to rest on her flared hips.
The mature woman nuzzled his warm neck, her breath hot and boozy, and her thick lips feeling unusually thirsty!!
"You have grown into such a strong man, Aryan!!" Meera sighed, shifting conveniently, so that her saree-draped thigh pressed against her boy's growing bulge.
The hug turned intimate fast, her body gladly molding to Aryan's, grinding subtly as she rocked in his lap when he pulled her onto him!!
Aryan's long cock strained against his zipper, the thick length rubbing up along Meera's petticoat-covered pussy through their clothes.
He thrust upward gently, feeling her wetness seep through, soaking the fabric!!
The room was by then scandalously filled with the musky smell of sex and sweat.
The faint saltiness of precum leaking from Diwakar's tip as Rashmika dry-humped him faster, greatly arousing either of them, as she moaned softly, her small hands guiding his to cup her ass and squeeze, while she bounced.
The father's hips bucked involuntarily, his strictly average shaft sliding along her cleft, the clothed friction making him growl.
"Rashmikaaa!! Babbyy... You are killing Papa!!" he erotically rasped, his one hand slipping under her top to pinch her erect nipple!!
Inspired, Meera broke the hug just enough to straddle Aryan's lap fully, her saree bunching up around her waist.
She hugged him again, tighter this time, her breasts smashing into his face as she grinded down roughly.
The youngster's massive 9-inch cock nestled between her ripe thighs, the head nudging her clit through the thin barriers - He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart as he humped upward, the motion making her saree rustle!!
"Mommyyy!! Fuckkk!! You are so wet!!" Aryan carnally declared, biting his mother's creamy shoulder lightly.
Meera whimpered, her pussy clenching around nothing, juices drenching her panties and trickling onto his jeans!!
The family finally converged in a drunken tangle.
Rashmika twisted around on Diwakar's lap to face him, kissing his stubbled jaw while her hand fumbled with his kurta, exposing his hairy chest - She rocked her hips furiously, her petite body trembling as his dick poked insistently at her virgin entrance. His fingers carelessly delved under her skirt, rubbing her soaked panties aside to stroke her bare slit, making her gasp.
Aryan, not to be outdone, yanked Meera's blouse open, buttons popping, freeing her heavy tits - He sucked on one nipple hungrily while thrusting his hips, his monster smashing relentlessly against her clothed pussy, while she rode him like a possessed female, her tight hug now a full-body press, arms locked around his neck as she humped!!
The smell intensified, with pungent desires mixing with their juices, and the taboo-rich air thick enough to taste.
Rashmika slid off Diwakar briefly, pulling her father to his feet, and then pushed him towards Aryan and Meera.
The four of them collided in a heap on the large rug, clothes mostly on but disheveled!!
Diwakar knelt behind Rashmika as she bent over, his aged paining cock freed from his pants to properly slap against her ass - He thrust between her cheeks, hotdogging her crack while she fingered herself.
Aryan lay back with Meera atop him, her saree hiked really high as she bounced, his dick sliding along her folds, teasing penetration without entering!!
Hands soon roamed everywhere, as Diwakar groped Meera's busty tits from behind, encouraging Aryan to slap Rashmika's ass, as she leaned over to kiss their mother.
Moans and groans echoed, bodies wet and grinding in a chaotic tune!!
Diwakar came first, grunting as his cum spurted onto Rashmika's panties, soaking through - She immediately followed, shuddering with a cry, her juices squirting lightly.
Aryan and Meera peaked together, flooding his jeans with thick ropes, and her pussy pulsing and further creaming over him.
They finally collapsed in a panting pile, after what felt like an eternity, the entire household reeking of their release, clothes sticky and rumpled.
Giggling laughter soon bubbled up through the haze, as the drunk family bonded in their forbidden bliss, each of the sinners already craving for more!!
THE END