Indian Incest lovers

[lovermachan]

please suggest more corrections and post more feedback on my stories at
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=192298

 

[MathGirl]

Woo woo woo

Gosh, there's hardly anything I enjoy more than a good Indian incest story. I don't care if they're Hindu or Navajo, there just aren't enough of them.
MG

 

[Pure]

Math Girl always told me "Until you've been fucked by a Hindu, you don't know what a man kindu."

 

[Pure]

Here's an excerpt of son's encounter with fathers' second wife.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=103524

"Tamil Incest Family I"


Savithri ran and embraced her stepson. Taking this as an opportunity he hugged her in turn with full energy. He immediately moved his hands throughout her back and she thought it’s an effort to sooth her. So he gripped one of her butt hard and continued soothing (?) her with his hands.

After a while she felt strange and released herself from his arms and turned to change her sari. As this guy stared very innocently at her, she covered herself with a towel and began to change her wet dress. As she undressed her blouse, he went some more near to her.

He urgently took off his shirts too. Savithri could see him coming near and taking his shirts off in the mirror. But instead of a resistance that should build in her to avoid him she felt a feeling of urge to see his bare chest even close. She eyed with him in surprise. His body is very muscular, and shoulders very broad. He had a very fair complexion too.

At the same time he too looked at her body. The mirror before her showed her big breasts under a towel covered slightly around. Her breasts are actually so big that the towel couldn’t hide anything. This guy couldn’t hold on anymore. He silently stepped towards her. He bent his face towards her bare shoulder. As soon as she felt a hot air strike her shoulder she shivered a bit. Taking this as a token he slowly kissed her hot shiny shoulder. For a few seconds Savithri forget who is doing all these and she is totally captured by a sexual urge, which she have missed for a very long time. She felt his hands roaming inside her stomach as he hugged her from the back. He massaged her stomach and let his fingers inside her deep navel. Then she felt his hands moving above her stomach to her big breasts. She left a hot sigh and closed her eyes. When she felt his hands hard on her tits a image of her step son flashed in her vision. She shook herself from his hug and went a few feet away.

"I am sorry son. I think I am too carried away. ..."

These things happen mum, no sweat.

[getting down to business]
The same way he laid her in the bed massaged her whole body and kissed her. He first kissed her cheeks; chin, ears, neck and then he kissed her lips. First slowly on her juicy lips and then hardly he inserted his tongue inside hers and kissed her passionately. Now she began to boil in lust. She returned the kiss and then he realized its time to get nude completely. Slowly he released his pants with inners and loosened her (skirt) knots. He massaged her (cunt) and butts. Slowly without her knowing at first, he managed to insert his prick inside hers. She jerked a bit but as the pleasure is beyond control she opened her legs wide to let him in. Insert it hard and fuck hard")

He fucked her fantastically. The moans she left told him about her experience.

The thought that she is his father’s mistress made him hard. He saved all his energy and banged her. He had in mind not to loose energy while fucking her. So he didn’t loose tempo. He fucked her and said sexy words. "Mama, Savithri ammo. Savithri I am fucking you, fucking your cunt"). Hearing this and sensing his tempo raise and his prick

Hitting her she began to scream in pleasure. He fucked her until she had three orgasms.

When he released his sperms in her she really felt the heaven. He is really a great fucker, she thought in her mind.

Damn, mum, I never realized what you were thinking.

-------
Well, sir, it _is_ lush. And redolent ... of... well I don't think I should say.

 

[deliciously_naughty]

um....yeah

 

[sailorm72003]

Huh?

 

[Awful Arthur]

Asshole

Hey Lover,

You aren't a goddamn bit funny. Racism isn't funny. You are an immature asshole who should quit playing with mommy's computer.

Awful Arthur

ps- I didn't want you to miss this so I posted it on both of your threads.

 

[MlledeLaPlumeBleu]

Hello Arthur.

Is he racist because he wrote about Indians? Or because of terms used in the stories?

I'm just curious. I didn't read it.

mlle

 

[Awful Arthur]

Hello Arthur.

Is he racist because he wrote about Indians? Or because of terms used in the stories?

I'm just curious. I didn't read it.

mlle

Read it, Mlle; then factor in that he posted twice. I've given my opinion, tell us what you think.

AA

 

[Guest]

Anyone: I'm not a big fan of incest plots but I found the last story by this author delightful in its politesse and tone. The author lives in Singapore, I don't know his birthplace, however I judge him to be using English as a second (or perhaps third or fourth, etc.) language.

Just my opinion, but I think AA is way off the mark. Orientalism may have contributed to the worst of the British empire but beauty still comes forward out of the west's perception of this 'orient pearl' other.

I gave the story a 4; (rarely give 5s).

Perdita

 

[Pure]

Just for the record I do NOT agree with "Awful Arthur." There's a good chance the writer himself is "Indian" (of background in India). While the whole thing's a fantasy, and the writing needs an editor like GWB needs a ....mmm***. I don't think the Indian 'race', assuming there is one, is portrayed badly. The son-fucker isn't that different from the sons in other stories and I kinda like the idea of an encounter with a dad's wife who's not a mother. Or several. Lotsa possibilities.

J.

*** A good Middle-Eastern-Foreign-Policy Advisor

 

[Guest]

... the writing needs an editor like GWB needs a ....mmm.

I would not edit this story and I would not in any way compare or put this author's use of English on any level w/GWB. Unless this is a brilliant trick on the part of a witty racist, the story's good will, and dare I say, guilelessness, derives from its unique (however unsophsticated) use of English.

I've said elsewhere that the most offensive stuff on Lit. to me is misuse and abuse of English. This story does not do that.

If this person wrote like this and worked in the U.S. then he would need an editor or special ESL classes. But for this site and this category his language and style is priceless.

Perdita

 

[Pure]

Perd said,

//I would not edit this story and I would not in any way compare or put this author's use of English on any level w/GWB. Unless this is a brilliant trick on the part of a witty racist, the story's good will, and dare I say, guilelessness, derives from its unique (however unsophsticated) use of English.

I've said elsewhere that the most offensive stuff on Lit. to me is misuse and abuse of English. This story does not do that. //

My opinion, fwiw:
I think this is going over board in the hugging dept. The author's English, if compared to many Indians ,is filled with errors. I say that as a reader of A Roy "God of Small Things" {?}and others.

It's not really even Grade 12 of a good school, say, in Hong Kong, whose students I tutor routinely.

Though there's a bit of verve to the story, it could be improved in many ways, eliminating such phrases as "I was fucking her fantastically."

Perds generosity of spirit is misplaced, imo; one doesn't do the guy a favor, if he wants to write erotica, of saying "Oh your English mistakes are so quaint and endearing they shouldn't be touched." Or that he writes at a "4" level. Without intending it, that's really not as respectful and saying what needs fixing.

J.

PS I've read some dynamite "Indian" stories {Indian author, Indian setting} at lit, but don't have ref handy.

 

[Quasimodem]

All by itself, I don’t think it is racist.

If the author chose the race of the subjects indulging in incest, for any specific derogatory purpose, then that WOULD be racist, just as much as if I chose to write about an incestuous family of red-necked Mississippians as typical.

The author has two problems. First, is apparent unfamiliarity with the language. The second is the presentation of a very controversial subject.

(I mean, the fantasy seems to be quite popular at Lit, but rational discussion of the topic tends to run rather thin, very quickly.)

The problem here is not just mangled usage, it is the thought that discounts.

My advice to the author is, if he truly wishes intelligent discussion about his writing, choose a less controversial subject.

Alternately, if the author’s only plan was to see how much of a reaction he could get, I would say he was quite successful.

I’ve never seen the AH look more like the SDC before. Have you

 

[Guest]

Not yet kicking myself for replying to you, Pure, but--

I do not do hugs, and I was not being condescending or especially generous. I've read Roy and several other well educated Indian authors, but this is "Lit.", man. If these stories were "fixed" they would lose much in the telling is all I meant to say. P.

 

[Pure]

PS I don't call those who write multiple-mom-fuck stories and post them as porn, "guileless". Perhaps 'unabashed' is the word i'm looking for.

J

 

[Guest]

Pure, we have entirely different ways of reading and we don't read each other well at all. Just so you don't merely feel ignored, I'm through with this. P.

 

[MathGirl]

The problem here is not just mangled usage, it is the thought that discounts.

Dear Quaz,
Hur hur. I read his story about being the son of a film star mother. Nobody could possibly write English that way unintentionally. It absolutely BEGS for DurtGurls editorial (plagarizing) attention.
MG
Ps. I hope lovermachan has gotten the idea that this is not the ideal place to ask for reading and feedback.

 

[Pure]

Perdita, nothing sweeta said,
/I'm through with this./

And what am I to think of all those times you said we were so right for each other? Ah illusions, shattered in an instant,
so cruelly.

 

[Pure]

Here's a little example of what I personally consider well written Indian incest, that even gets a bit hot. 4.5 definitely in my book.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=720

"An Indian incest," Indian_Stallion29


Then I removed her saree below her body. She was gorgeous in her petticoat and blouse. I slowly raised her petticoat and glanced her pussy covered with a thick black bush. I slowly put one of my hand and hold the entire bush in my hand and caressed her pussy. I have parted the hairs and found the pathway and twisted the clit with my two fingers. My mother was in an excited state and she opened her eyes. But it was too late for her to stop me. I lay on her holding her right breast with my right hand and pressed her legs with my legs and kissed her in lips. It was not just a kiss, a very passionate tongue twisting, lip biting french kiss.

I hold her lips under my lips for more than five minutes. She was not co-operated but she was shocked, at the same time she was not in her control too. Now I became bolder and, I tried unhooking her blouse hooks but they are more a struggle than I expected. So I just pulled the blouse holding the inside of the blouse. Since the hooks were already tight, they just came off snapping and I could hear my mother moan more for every snap of a hook. I had to pull hard to snap the last hook but with that force the two end of her blouse hurled away revealing her big breasts. Her tits drooping on either end of her body. Then I untied the lace of her petticoat and remove it under her thighs.

That was the instant I felt the best in my life. My mother under me, naked and on bed. I looked at those breasts whose nakedness has fed me when I was a child and also prompted me to lust for my mother when I am a grownup.

excuse me while I pull a log from the fire.

 

[Guest]

Perdita, nothing sweeta said, /I'm through with this./

And what am I to think of all those times you said we were so right for each other? Ah illusions, shattered in an instant,
so cruelly.

You're a public liar.

publicly, Perdita

 

[Pure]

Perd my sweet,

And I suppose you want the 8.5 by 11 glossies** back too.

Woe! Woe!

**Kirlian photos

 

[Awful Arthur]

It is my opinion that Lovermachan is playing a joke on Literotica and its readers by ridiculing Indian people.

I took particular offense when he posted on the forum twice with, IMO, the obvious intent of playing the ultimate joke by getting Forum participants to unwittingly participate in his ruse. While I have no say and want no say in what stories get accepted by Lit., when someone posts on the boards, they are subject to everyone’s comments and this time I chose to give mine.

I do not believe that LM’s writing is anything but intentional. His posts were very clear and pretty well written. It has always been my opinion that the majority of the so called "Indian fetish" stories were an attempt at humor.

LM is obviously bright and knows where to get help. He has posted four stories and surely would have seen the many references to volunteer editors. Apparently, help was not what he really wanted.

AA-

 

[Pure]

Arthur said


It is my opinion that Lovermachan is playing a joke on Literotica and its readers by ridiculing Indian people.

I took particular offense when he posted on the forum twice with, IMO, the obvious intent of playing the ultimate joke by getting Forum participants to unwittingly participate in his ruse. While I have no say and want no say in what stories get accepted by Lit., when someone posts on the boards, they are subject to everyone’s comments and this time I chose to give mine.

I'm not sure what the joke is supposed to be. Can you specify?
The guy's homepage says he's an engineer in Singapore who visits India often. (It's unclear if he's indian by descent.) Are you saying he's a 14 yr white boy in Madison Wisconsin, pretending to know about things indian and appear to be 'indian'?

What's your evidence?

Questioning identities on these boards is usually pretty fruitless. I could be writing from Tibet or New York City. You say you're in NC in the triad area. How do we know that? Perhaps you are Indian, in Calcutta, and a competitor of Lovermachan's, and you're here trying to sabotage his attempt to enter a new market.


So we cant settle identity and everything turns on your contention that there is 'ridiculing' of Indian people'

Cite some cases.


I do not believe that LM’s writing is anything but intentional.

What do you mean? That it's intentionally bad in English? as part of the charade, I suppose.

Well, Perdita found it very convincing as ESL.



His posts were very clear and pretty well written. It has always been my opinion that the majority of the so called "Indian fetish" stories were an attempt at humor.

I looked at all nine of his posts through a search. Mostly requests for feedback, so it's hard to judge narrative skills.
Are there other posts we don't know of, under a different name.?

I found several English mistakes in these simple posts, so my opinion is that we do NOT have a good writer in the posts pretending to be bad in the stories.


Best,
J.

PS. How do you like the Indian story excerpt I posted? Does it ridicule Indian people? Do you think it's by an Indian?

 

[Pure]

The Secret

Perd, my perd, mi perdida,

Your cruelty breaches a fundamental trust so I'm going to have to them 'our' secret. Please forgive me.

I've been meeting Perdita for many months, but only on a higher plane of being, that some ignorant folks call 'astral'. We fell out because of her apparent involvement with her virtual idiot stepson, Grigori. I did not want them to share a room in the crystalline sphere, while I was away. He's 20 eons old, after all. I can't say if 'knowing', as we call it here, actually transpired; maybe it was just harmless brushing of his photoscopic scintilla. But it just got to me. These weird vibrations. I thought it best to leave quietly; I just didn't show up on the plane for our usual meeting a couple nights ago, but she blew up and said she'd deal with me publicly.

My apologies to all; I do not enjoy washing dirty virtual laundry in public. So sorry, my perd.