Donna, my older sister,called me up and said that her apartment was beingpainted and she wanted to stay at my place overnight. Naturally, I said okay....Donna is 27, divorced, verypretty but she says she doesn’t want to getromantically involved with anyone just now. Shebrought a pizza over and we ate and had some beersthen I went to take a shower. I stepped out of the shower and there was Donna,sitting on the toilet, pissing. I could plainly seethe dark thatch of hair between her legs and. I masturbated imagining those scenes.Initially, I thought that this was just in their culture, incest is a taboo in our culture and nobody does that, but I searched about this and was amazed to come across this site and realizing so many people fuck their own mother even in India. I read so many stories and it made me harder and masturbate again and again. I met John the next day, he was normal and we talked about stuff.Over the next few days, I realized that john always used to ask me to show. That i was texting about stand.Finally he went i straight called her to come to my room she was just finished her bath she smelled like flower. She came to my room even without closing door we straight started kissing each other with lips. I bet you that was best pair of lips i ever sucked and kissed. I m calling her aunty she naughtily said dont call me aunty call me madhu in kannada .We kissed up 15 min i almost sucked her saliva she too . Then i slowly i moved to her neck spend some time. She returned her gaze to me and slowly lowered her face. She slid her hand all the way to the base of my cock. She moved down until her lips were at my balls. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly sucked each one into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue swirling around each one. I had always had a feeling that Sara was amazing in bed, but even my imagination had fallen short of just how incredible she was. Sara let my sack fall from her mouth gently then opened her hand up as she.