Funeral at Kams

Additional narrative to, "Tea at Kam's & Kam's mom at Hospital," I've purposely written it longer along with preface to some social backgrounds.

The "funeral" title was meant for this but I messed up.

Read backstories for continuance. Truth be told, I wasn't looking for any of it and I just went with the flow, letting it happen. I've been lucky to be the right guy, at the right time, with the right family connections. Everyone's over the age of 18 and names have been changed for privacy reasons.

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Those who don't know about Indian patriarchal system, here's a brief background:

India's a conservative country with contradictory traditions. This is the land where Kamasutra was written and taught. For the longest time sex positivity was an acceptable virtue. Here society was divided into different classes based on genetics. To further control and regulate the gene pools, a sophisticated matrimony system was in place. Generally fairer and beautiful girls were arranged to be trophy wives of wealthy men by marriages. They were used as pawns by their parents as means of upward mobility in the society. Subsequently these women realized that their husbands were not capable of satisfying them. This left them, unfulfilled and extremely frustrated sexually!

Most of these women actively schemed to seek partners on the side. They found their homes conveniently more suitable for intimacy with abundance of security. Some chose husband's brother or a cousin, others opted for father in laws and some even compromised settling for a servant. Ambitious trophy wives seduced powerful men to build family connections. Hyper-sexual wives simply too deviant and hooked up with a family acquaintance or went back to their trustworthy boyfriends. Occasionally a trophy wife intentionally got herself impregnated by her handsome lover!

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There was no shortage of men for a woman like auntie. However she had chosen a very unique process for vetting me. She was well placed in "high society" with close friends. Naturally she introduced me to these libertines who, casually cheated on their husbands frequently for obvious reasons. Auntie's friends were so impressed by my charm and behavior that they vouched for me. This encouraged her to kick up our salacious relationship a notch. That initiated kinkiest phone conversations between us where she bared her secretive past and innermost thoughts.

Auntie divulged that her mama received a lot of visits from strong, attractive male friends. Unlike others she liked being objectified by these guys. Her curiosity to find out what goes on, led her to peep in the inner rooms. She was bedazzled by her mama being pleasured by different men. Observing a beautiful, young mistress to an older married landlord, turned into an obsession. Watching her pleasure and perform with an ease through a spy hole, her mother became a role model!

Most maids were aware of auntie's doings, but she unexpectedly got caught by her half brother. Mutual attraction was already there so fondling ensued, between them every time her mother entertained someone else. Eventually she was made aware that her mama played with her handsome step-son too. Subsequently her mama brought her into the family fold with the stepson!

"I should've been thrashed, but instead got schooled." Auntie poured.

"Oh!"

"I accepted the family practices and spread my wings into.... forbidden world. The insights completely took my blinders off!" Auntie confessed.

"Really!"

"Gradually I learnt and engaged in sensual massages with mama." Auntie revealed.

"That's mostly a sex positive lesson?" I analyzed.

"Yeah! totally." Auntie sighed.

"Interesting!"

"Mama showed me a videotape of daddy doing her sister." Auntie claimed.

"No way, Really!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah! I watched her swing with her BIL on tape. I learned and yearned to be part of that unique family experience from that moment on!"

"Oh! that were the beginnings!" I added.

"Barely! She challenged me to do something outrageous." Auntie revealed.

"Wow! Did you?"

"Of course! Around my 20th birthday I walked into daddy's room, rolling a mini bar. Daddy was startled at first, then mama calmed him down by asking him, "Isn't she more sexier than the girls you lust after!"

"What happened next?" I asked.

"I gave one of my best performances of stripteases, then a hand job followed. I told him, "You're very handsome." Subsequently I made him jizz on my pussy." She further recalled, "Mama asked me if I wanted him? However he died, before he could pop my cherry, but he ate me plenty!"

Auntie understood that modesty was overrated so she merely kept it for public perception. There's a prevalent saying in Indian erotica, "Once a woman has broken the moral shackles she becomes a maneater - And once her transformation is complete, she'll fuck Indiscriminately!"

"And.......!" I asked.

"And by my 20th birthday I was ready! Mama stole me from the party, sneaked me into my half brother's room. He was waiting there along with a handsome stranger."

"That's phenomenally kinky."

"She tugged my brother's cock, opened my legs and told me to receive my birthday present. It hurt and bled but tI got me so wild that I let both men take turns until I couldn't walk!" Auntie explained.

"Wow! Who was this other guy? Hopefully she vetted the right man?"

"I didn't know, but later I realized they had introduced me to be my would-be hubby's best man." She admitted.

"Oh Yea! wow, what a coincidence!"

Incidentally she got pregnant, and couldn't abort. Needless to say she was married away quickly to an older alcoholic man. The marriage provided her cover while uncle acquired a trophy wife. This arrangement was doomed unless someone mitigated. That intervention came via auntie's mother-in-law (MIL), who had assured auntie's mama her full cooperation. Interestingly auntie's vivacious MIL was in her mid 30s and an old acquaintance of her moms and a recent widow herself. Auntie's MIL knew all about new bride's old escapades and high sex drive. Fortunately she was also aware of her stepson's sexual performance and the discontent that was about to ensue!

"Minutes into marriage I received a gift box with a note from MIL." Auntie recalled.

"What did It say?" I asked curiously.

"It said, "Sorry! He's a dud! Join me, I'm in the guesthouse celebrating with friends. Or knock the connecting door twice and invite his best man, your lover in." Auntie clarified continuing, "You have my blessings to be with any lover as long as we have mutual understanding?"

Auntie quickly took advantage of this opportunity, by breaking her marriage vows. Even though her marriage was meaningless she still guarded her reputation fiercely. Friendly MIL provided conducive environment by participating in extracurricular activities herself. Eventually auntie led a double life playing as a faithful wife socially, while maintaining multiple lovers privately.

"Uncle must have known about the kids?" I pried.

"Didn't care! I never let him touch me ever!"

"That's humiliating." I remarked.

"You know it's humiliating to let a sexy woman's body wither in vain. Auntie reflected back, "So essentially I became his best man's hotwife." She admitted, "And If he wanted to share me with someone, I let him."

"Wow you liked swinging?" I poked.

"Yeah! I enjoyed being center of attention. Letting handsome men appreciate my beauty and pleasure me for familial gain. What's not to like!"

Now "Auntie" was a gracefully matured, fair-skinned voluptuous lady in her late 40s. She was a sex goddess from the upper ruling class, MILF of every young man's fantasy. She stood elegantly at 5'9" with a slender model-like hourglass figure. Her stature was slightly bigger than, 36-28-38 as I discovered by gifting her lingerie. Auntie's boobs were still perky and she stayed fabulously fit due to her rigorous exercise regimen.

One of the ways the ruling class separated themselves from others was by having everything superior, including babies. The unsaid rule was that women find a superior mate if husband proved to be unfit. There was a lot of pressure among wives to produce strong heirs. Auntie stayed true to this practice, bearing two beautiful daughters, Rima 22, Rina 18 and a handsome son, Kam.

"Most men, in conservative societies are perverts." She explained.

"How, why?"

"My experiences validate that. At slightest exposure, they drooled, tossing all morality rules out!"

"And females?" I argued.

"They're all cock hungry! They just need cover and excuse, especially the sluts!"

"Wow! And anyone question your pregnancies?" I was dumbfounded.

"Nope, Who would have? MIL was in on it," Continuing to confess, "I cucked.....fucked and she kept hubby quiet, while his best friend kept seeding me." Auntie totally confided.

Trophy wives hooked up with me because they had huge sexual appetites. Their wealthy husbands were either incapable of dealing with them or chased other women. Most wanted to be treated like whores while some enjoyed the thrill of being shared. But auntie's daughters were their mother's daughters, grappling with it even before marriage!

Auntie's unique upbringing not only shaped her but also hugely influenced her daughters. Being remarkably close they slept on the same bed. Nudism fostered closeness between them, naturally inducing some touching. Other influencer of her openness with her kids was also her breast feeding them into their teens. Auntie's ultimate source of empowerment also came from her MIL, who endorsed and condoned her behavior.

Publicly I was considered a very idealistic person. Nobody could suspect me of doing my friends mom. As a traditional gesture the kinky girls adopted me as their elder brother by tying a band on my wrist publicly. Yet at private afterparty, the sluts retied same bands on my cock pledging their cunts to me!

"You're open with your brother too, aren't you?" I asked intriguingly.

"Yes! Kam dry humps me, when we sleep together." Auntie dropped a bomb.

"And we hook him up with our friends and cousins" Rina confessed.

"I've maintained that, a mother's duty is to satisfy her kids needs, whatever they may be!" Auntie came clean.

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Apparently uncle's condition had worsened so I needed to visit hospital again. I expected auntie to open the door as usual. Instead Rina, auntie's youngest daughter, greeted me with a seductive smile. Auntie was out, consulting treatments for her dying hubby. Rina had deliberately switched places, knowing that I might visit.

She had literally walked in, minutes before I had in monsoon rain. She was soaked with wet clothes clinging onto her body like second skin. Delightfully putting her fabulous assets on show underneath she continued to flaunt proudly. Rather than covering up Rina embraced the opportunity to amuse an attentive admirer. Meanwhile I was alone with a semi naked beauty in a private room, a dangerous sensual mix!

Even though she was over 18, she was a fully grown woman. She had gone from innocent girl to an attention seeking provocateur. Rina was 5 feet 7ish, ample round chested with beautiful oval face. An apparent wild child growing up in a liberal family. Overall she was more plump bodied with slender curves, like her mama. As auntie had put it, "She'd bloomed by my magic touches into a nymphet."

"Hi Sukhi?" She greeted as I thoroughly ogled her.

"Did you ride Rina! You're soaking wet." I said unapologetically.

"Drenched! would love to get wet!" She word played nervously, biting her lips.

I couldn't help but notice her checkered, maroon and black mini skirt wrapped loosely around her narrow waist. It fluttered, barely covering her apple bottom as she swayed, drying her hair with a towel.

"How's he?" I inquired, even though my focus was on her.

"Don't care but, I'm frisky." She fluffed her hair with a jiggle to her well formed tits.

"Frisky is risky, hopefully it's just innocent flirting?" I asked gawking at her jutting nipples, clearly poking through the wet shirt.

"I'm not that innocent." She approved my advances, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Well, then lord save us." I responded as she colluded.

Suddenly she bent over swaying her apple bottoms purposely flashing her crotch to provoke me. Rina was truly enjoying herself exposing confidently for the first time. She pushed herself to establish intimacy that I only had with her mama and sister. She pulled her skirt up to display her sweet spot. My raging hormones took over as I moved closer to inspect, up close.

"Is this innocent enough for you?" She randily whispered.

"It is, lovely." I answered frankly.

"I took a few shots of whisky to loosen up." She shot back.

She already, sounded more mature now than I had previously known. She chatted with ease maintaining a calm composure, My eyes were fixated on her black fishnet pantyhose, probably she'd planned on wearing. I admired her virgin fleshy clamshell, wrapped around tightly with the pink pussy lips on either sides. Moving even closer, I took a whiff of her sweet musky scent wanting to lick her, like a horny dog.

"Woof Woof" I cried.

"Trying to scare Pussycat!" She joked uninhibitedly.

"Sexyliciously." I admitted.

The thing about girls from privileged backgrounds is that they're more open than their western educated liberal counterparts. They mostly develop bi-sexual tendencies at boarding schools, due to restrictive environment. Close knit family cultures also push them towards other female members for experimentation behind closed doors. Women of Kam's family had mastered enticement. I was in an awe of her clearly choreographed moves. She was prepared to show off even though uncle was watching her.

"Do you wanna see more?" She asked straightening up seductively.

"Absolutely!" I retorted covering my bulge.

"Oh! My oh my, somebody's excited today." She joked.

Rina backed off gracefully, loosening her shirt, drawing my attention to her midriff. The shirt still clung to her skin, completely revealing her red lace bra. Her shapely tits had engorged and nipples jutted out informing me of her arousal. She walked up to me and put her lips on my lips. I wasn't waiting for another invitation, so I reciprocated by putting my tongue into her mouth. Now we'd fooled around before but nothing like this though. What I needed was her to go further!

"You know your sister wants to me to knock her up right?" I asked.

"Yea, she has mama's blessings And my admiration." She answered thoughtfully.

"Your admiration?" I was surprised.

"Yeah! You two will make the cutest babies!"

Apparently, Auntie encouraged her daughters to compete. That's all I needed to know to pull her towards me. Our chests met as electricity ran throughout our bodies. That squishy feeling from her tits made me hard instantly. I felt her burning hot desire, needing to be fondled, touched and toyed with. We were kissing madly with tongues entangling in each other's mouths. After canoodling for a bit Rina pushed me on to the arm chair. I watched her in an amazement, slowly removing her shirt.

"Rima is one man woman and only wants you." She commented.

"Oh yeah, and you?"

"Honestly! me and mama are lot more randier." She blurted out.

"I'll be more than happy to oblige then!"

Hearing that she moved closer with her shirt completely off. Bending down slowly she placed her hands on my knees, dangling her goods in my face. I stuck my tongue out, giving them a quick lick. Her firm stance on the floor showcased her slender curves with black hair cascading over her orbs. She wobbled them delightfully moving around, provoking me to act. I got up and gently brushed her hair back with my hand. Then taking her face in my hands, affectionately planted my lips solidly on hers. Her hands trembled a little but grabbed the nape of my neck sealing our mouths tight. I kept running my hands through her hair, experiencing the most erotic kiss of my life. We smooched for a while then Rina pulled back, to give me a stark look. Finally she placed my hands on the hooks of her Bra.

"Please do the honors?" She submitted.

"I thought this day will never arrive!" I confessed.

"Why Not ... I've always wanted more." She confessed.

"Really! I thought you just liked flirting?" I was startled.

"Yes! My goal is to make you happy!" She replied with a giggle.

By the time she finished her sentence I had unhooked her bra. When she realized that I was done, she gave me a final gaze. Perhaps her inexperience made her think again, but she definitely got over it fast. I stepped back a little to give her space, especially now that her dad was watching keenly. Intuitively she slid the bra straps off her shoulders, one by one, letting it fall on the floor!

"He's not putting you off?" I asked.

"Him no! He's mama's sissy hubby." She answered.

"Very degrading!" I answered.

"He needs to be degraded! I'm your biggest admirer." She continued humiliating..

"How big a fan?" I asked brushing her bare tits with the back my of hand.

"Big enough that you can do me right now?" She said holding up my hand.

"Oh my goodness you're a freak." I exclaimed loudly!

"More than you think!" She giggled loudly.

Perhaps she knew me better! I had gained reputation for being considerate. My hallmark was that I never divulged anything about anybody under any circumstances. Wives and aunties wooed me incessantly for that reason. Unmarried girls wanted me more especially ones staying in dorms. Promiscuous wives on the other hand introduced me from one circle to another without the fear of being judged. I had barely recovered from the excitement, when she dropped on all fours. Pushing her butt up arching the back, offering a clear glimpse of her cunt.

"Mama suggested I play in front of him."

"Why?" I asked.

"He's not my father." She answered.

"That's something only your mama, would suggest." I responded.

"Mama will get us a wealthy sissy boy, but I want a Alpha male?" She commented waiting for my response.

And I responded by getting on my knees, placing my nose on her puffed pussy, sniffing it like a dog. Everything was clear now, on why she had been letting me manhandle her without complaining. She had created this opportunity to engage with me!

"Girls rave about your skills, you know." She complimented.

"Ah, So girls talk about me?"

"Of course! their mothers too." She joked.

"And lotta guys think you are a wife material!" I reflected.

"I'll be a great slut wife?" She chuckled.

"Well, perhaps your husband might like that?" I laughed.

"Whether he does or not he's getting one." she laughed back.

I was listening to her getting aroused while throughly inspecting her glistening pussy through the pantyhose. Instinctively I spread her butt cheeks with my hands. She shivered a little and moaned then reassuringly placed my hands on her pussy. I poked a hole with my thumbs through the pantyhose caressing her cunt, venturing in to feel her wetness!

"Ohhh! bro, did this change your opinion of me?" She asked curiously.

"You're a slut hiding in plain sight!"

"Ravage me then! Sukhi!"

"Believe me, I want to but I don't break my promises." I reasserted.

"Mama says everything's fair between consenting adults." She reiterated.

None of the girls I had ever been with were that sexually liberated. I placed my hands in a way that my thumbs were ready to open up the sweet flower bud that she had kept elusive all her life. I gently spread her legs wider feathering inseams of her thighs with the back of my hands. Anticipating my every move, she matched her body flexibly.

"Rima needs to make love but I just wanna get fucked." She suggested.

"I adore her but I wanna have as much fun as I possibly can." I clarified.

"Me and mama are same." She replied wiggling her ass.