MOTHER SON SISTER SEEMA AND NISHA

STORY -- Trip to Kullu

Several years ago, my two sisters and my mother talked me into making
a trip up to Kullu to look at the house my great-grandfather had left
us in his will. Somebody should have gone to the library and done
some research on Kullu winters, because when we arrived it was an
hour before one of the worst storms they'd ever seen. Then, to make
things even worse, the furnace was down at the house, and by the time
we determined that, the storm had hit. Luckily, the house was still
boarded up - with the exception of the front door - and there were
still six or seven heavy blankets and a quilt in the attic. Just
trying to hold off the cold until the morning, I dragged one of the
king-sized mattresses down into the den, where my mother and sisters
had started a fire in the fireplace. Spreading the blankets out on
the mattress, we all crawled beneath them in our clothes and huddled
together for warmth.

I don't know, I may have been asleep twenty minutes, or an hour and
twenty minutes, but whatever the time period was, when I woke up, I
woke to the ministrations of a hand other than my own stroking the
length of my lund through my pants. The only light was the fireplace,
but it was enough for me to be able to see that my mother and my
sister, Seema, were sound asleep. That left Nisha, who was sleeping
behind me. Turning over very slowly, I looked into her eyes and she
was smiling. No shame, no nothing, just a smile and her hand on my
half- hard lund. Bringing her other hand up from beneath the pile of
blankets, she put a pale finger to her lips for silence and then
moved closer to me. Raising up onto her elbow, she looked at Mother
and Seema and then put her lips against my ear. "I'm horny as hell,"
she whispered, and then kissed my earlobe. "Are you crazy?" I asked.
She shook her head no. "They'll never know . . . I swear," she purred
against my ear again and then kissed the side of my throat.

Nisha was only nineteen, but she was a hot little piece, with a
magnificent set of choochis and a nice round ass. Yeah, you notice
things like that when your sisters forget you're a man, and walk
around in all stages of undress. I watched her green eyes, but felt
her hand working to undo pyajama. When it was open, she slipped her
hand inside - after blowing on it - and caught my lund. Pulling it
into the open, she looked again at the sleeping forms of our mother
and sister. "Watch them!" she said, and then ducked underneath the
blankets. It took six seconds to discover what my little sister had
in mind. It was a lot warmer than her hand! He mouth swirled around
the head of my lund as she continued to stroke me. I turned so I
could keep an eye on Mother and Seema, but what I wanted to do was
flip back the blankets and watch what my sister was doing to me.

When she let my lund go, I almost sighed in relief, but she wasn't
done. Slipping from beneath the blankets, she stood up next to the
mattress and went beneath her nightie. Pulling her panties off, she
stuffed them beneath the mattress and slipped back into bed beside
me. Leaning over me, she kissed me and then slid across my
body. "Don't move ... let me do the work," Nisha whispered against my
ear, as she worked my hard lund up in between her thighs and between
the lips of her choot. Glancing over my shoulder at Mother and Seema,
Nisha slid her body downwards and forced my lund up into her choot.
It had to be the hottest place in the house. I did as Nisha suggested
and didn't move, as she rode herself up and down the length of my
lund over and over again. It took about nine minutes for her to have
an orgasm, and when she did, she actually had to bite into my coat to
keep from screaming as she shivered and shook over me. When she was
through, she slid upward and off my lund. I wanted to scream bloody
murder, as my lund came into contact with the now freezing air
beneath the blankets. "I've got to go pee," she whispered, as she
slipped off the mattress and headed out of the den.

I was boiling mad. In fact, I was so mad I didn't even notice that my
sister, Seema, had eased off the mattress and come around to my
side. "Come on," she whispered, holding out her hand. I didn't know
what she had in mind, but I wasn't about to turn it down. We tiptoed
out of the den and made our way into the room where our suitcases
were. Closing the door, Seema pressed her body against mine and took
my lund in her hand.
"Nisha is a tease," she said, stroking my lund and bringing it back
to life. She let my lund go and I heard zippers. I couldn't see a
damn thing, but I distinctly heard zippers. The next thing I knew,
Seema had backed her ass and choot up against me.

"Go ahead," she urged. I reached down and ran my hand up and down my
sister's rounded rump, then moved my fingers in between her thighs
and found her choot. Using my other hand, I guided the head of my
lund between her silken choot lips and pumped it into her choot. She
was tight as hell! Slipping my hands up beneath her coat, I caught
her waist and began pumping myself in and out of her choot. Nothing
had ever felt so good. As I fucked into her, Seema rolled her choot
back to meet each of my thrusts, and it didn't take very long for my
juices to start working their way up from my balls.

"I'm going to cum ... can I cum in you?" I whispered urgently and
prayed.

"It's okay," my sister muttered, her voice breaking up as our pace
grew faster and faster.

"Fuck ... fuck ... oh fuck, that's it, I'm coming, Seema! Coming!" I
gasped, enjoying the way the walls of my sister's choot were milking
me as I twitched and shuddered inside of her.

"Me, too!" Seema moaned, as she suddenly went rigid and began to jerk
spastically against me.

"Hold me ... shittt!!!" she groaned and reached back to grab the
cheeks of my ass and hold me inside of her.

When her orgasm was over, I eased my lund out of her and we both
pulled out clothes up. When we were decent, I led the way back into
the den. Nisha was lying were Seema had been and her eyes were
closed. We slipped back onto the mattress and beneath the blankets
and went to sleep pressed together.

The storm had passed by morning and Mother sent the girls into town
to pick up some supplies. No sooner had they gone, then Mother left
me in the kitchen, only to call me a couple of minutes later. She was
back in the den and she was lying on the mattress buck-naked! I
looked at her, admiring her huge choochis with their swollen tips and
rock-hard nipples.

"I should have been first!" she said, taking her hand and stroking
her bushy choot.

"Come on, they'll only be gone an hour or so." She patted a spot on
the lumpy mattress next to her.

I pulled off my clothes and got down on the mattress. The heat had
only been on an hour, but it made one hulluva difference. Heat meant
we didn't have to get under the blankets and I was really interested
in exploring my mother's firm body. Having me laid down on my back,
my mother climbed over the top of me in the sixty-nine position.
Glancing back and down at me as she lowered her musky choot against
my mouth, she dropped her mouth down onto my lund and sucked it deep.
Catching her ass, I pulled her choot hard against my face and shoved
my tongue as deep as I could into her glistening gash. She moaned
around my lund with each lick and jab of my tongue.

Mother had a nice ass, so I used my thumbs and parted her ass cheeks
so I could really check it out. The puckered ring of her shitter
smiled at me, and I drove the tip of my tongue up against it. Mother
screamed and deep-throated me. I assume that was a reward. I licked
and sucked my mother's choot and ass until she had climaxed several
times. I was on the verge of coming myself, so I forced her up off my
lund. She looked a bit disappointed, but it changed, as I told her to
stay where she was and climbed up onto my knees. It seems strange,
but to me it wasn't. I mean, why not fuck my mother? I'd fucked both
of my sisters and she was all that was left.

Pulling one of my mother's choot lips aside so I could see into her
choot, I fitted the head of my lund between them and sent it home.
She was as tight as Seema, but then she had a right to be. As far as
I knew she hadn't been with a man since my father's death a few years
back. It was like virgin choot! Holding onto my mother's waist with
one hand and catching one of her pendulous choochis with my other, I
fucked into her with everything I had.

"Ummm, I should put you on punishment, Young Man," she purred.

When I asked her why, she said because I hadn't given her my lund
before. I assured her it wasn't because I didn't want to. If I had
had my way, I would have fucked her long ago. Pulling out of her
choot, I worked the head of my lund up against the ring of her
asshole. She looked at me a bit strangely over her shoulder, but she
didn't tell me I couldn't. It took three huge thrusts to get the head
of my lund inside her tight asshole ring, but once I did, the going
got smooth.

"You've been fucked up the ass before," I said.

"Yes, but you don't have to make it sound so crude!"

"Sorry," I called out and kept fucking into her. I needed to cum and
I needed to cum in her asshole. I was right on the edge of shooting
my load when the sound of booted feet reached us. As I glanced
around, the den door came open and in it stood Nisha and Seema with
two armsful of bags each.

"You're kidding!" Nisha said, her eyes big.

"Aw, stop it, Nisha, you did it with him last night!"

"But not up the ass!" Nisha pointed out. "That's gotta hurt something
bad!" she added, with a slight frown.

"Look, if you two don't have anything better to do than stand around
and criticize what I'm doing ... do it somewhere else, please?" my
mother said, and she started shaking as yet another orgasm coursed
through her ripe body.

"Give them some privacy, Nisha!" Seema said, turning away from the
door with her bags. Nisha waited about three in-strokes and then
followed after her.

Concentrating hard, I promised myself that if I ever got the chance I
was going to backroad Nisha without mercy. My load broke free and wad
after wad of thick cum pelted against my mother's insides. She moaned
and rolled her asshole hard against me, using her asshole muscles to
milk me dry. While Mother and I finished getting to know each other a
lot better, my sisters put together some breakfast. We ate and I hit
the sack for some much needed rest. It was a good thing I did. With
the heat on and all the boxes and bags we'd brought unpacked, we each
fixed up a room. I went into town and bought four space heaters and
made arrangements for a couple of cords of wood to be delivered out
to the house.

When I got back, I discovered Mother had called a house meeting to
discuss not what only what had happened over the past two days, but
set things straight as far as the future went. One topic of
discussion was me. Well, not really me, but the order in which they
would get their turns. Since Nisha had been first, Seema second and
Mother third, Mother decided that it would only be fair for things to
be done in reverse order, with her going first and Nisha last. I
didn't have a say in the matter, since I was gone, but Seema told me
about it.

We ate a light lunch, and afterwards Mother called me to her room. I
was down on my knees between my mother's thighs, sucking her choot,
when both Nisha and Seema came into the room. Seema and Nisha never
agreed on anything, so it surprised me to hear Seema say that she and
Nisha had voted to make the next round a foursome. All my mother
could do was laugh. After all, she had been the one to initiate the
voting policy in our house. We're still living in Kullu and things
have only gotten better.