Hi readers, this story shows love between a mother and a son. If incest offends you, you are advised not to read any further. This is my first story and I plan to write more Indian stories showing love between a mother and her son. If you have any nice fantasies about your mother, communicate them to me. I might be able to use them in my stories.
I am Ratul (name changed) and I live with my mom and dad at a small town in West Bengal that is Haldia. However I have always been a notorious school boy and had no sexual intentions about my mom before that night. My dad works in shift duties in an industry over there, most of the times he would at work during the night. Let’s come to the story.
Mita shifted restlessly in her bed. Sleep had been evading her for the past 2 hours. It was almost 2′o clock in the night. Her husband was snoring as usual but that was not the reason why she was not able to sleep. She was used to her husband’s snoring. After all she had been hearing it for almost 21 years now what had made her restless this night was the short Bengali tele-movie she had seen on earlier that night.
It was one of those Friday night adult movies that she never misses. Images from that movie kept coming back to her mind. What’s more her life was so similar to the actress’s life in that movie. Like her, the woman in the movie too had a husband who had lost his manhood. The woman lived a life devoid of physical intimacy for 5 years. Then she surrendered and became involved into an extra-marital affair.
For the past two hours Mita had been thinking about her own life. Her husband Ashok had lost his manhood almost six years ago. For six long years she had been without sex. Somehow it had seemed tolerable for these six years but tonight it somehow seemed unbearable. She wondered if she will never again have sex in her life. She had thought of sometimes having an extra marital affair but it scared her. What if somebody finds out?
She did not want to take all those risks but yet the fact remained that she yearned for a man today as she lay there beside her impotent husband. She wasn’t bad looking. In fact she looked quite sensous as she lay there on the bed. She was in a sari. She normally changed into a nighty before going to bed but today she had not bothered to change. She had a pretty face which somehow looked prettier due to her sadness. Her skin complexion was that typical dusky Indian one.
Her hairs were long. She was a bit plump but her body was broadened out all over. Hence the extra weight served rather to enhance her appeal. Her breasts were big and they were still firm even though she was almost 40 years old. She had a figure of 36- 30- 38 and could attract any men towards her while she is in the market. She couldn’t sleep was feeling a bit thirsty.
So she got up and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She was about to enter the kitchen when she suddenly noticed the faint light of the night bulb coming from my room. She was puzzled as I never sleep with any lights on. So she figured out that I must be awake. But she wondered what I was doing so late in the night. She walked towards my room.
The door was slightly opened, so she pushed open the door. I had no idea that my mom would come to enquire at late night what’s happening. She was taken aback by what she saw. I was sitting on the bed with my trousers and undies were pushed down to my ankles. In one hand I had a magazine book and my other hand was on my bara (penis)
I also was totally taken aback and for few moments neither knew how to react. Then I suddenly pulled a blanket that was lying on the bed to cover my nudity. I was feeling terribly ashamed and embarrassed. I was sure to get scolding from my mom and dad in the morning, I don’t know what is going to happen and going to face them. Mita too felt embarrassed.
She knew she had no reason to feel embarrassed after all it wasn’t she who had been caught doing something naughty but still her sense of embarrassment refused to go away. She wondered whether she should say anything to Ratul, but she really had no idea what to say. She just walked back to her room as she laid herself on the bed she suddenly realized something – she was wet!
It was because her body had reacted to the nudity of her own son and her mind unconsciously registered this and made her feel embarrassed. The image of her son with her trousers down suddenly flashed back to her mind and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body. She tried to think of something else to clear his mind of this dirt but the image kept coming back to her again and again. The tingling sensation became sharper and she had to reluctantly admit to herself that it felt nice.
She tried hard to suppress her arousal but the more she tried the more intensified it became after some time she just gave up the struggle. She let her mind recall the image of her son’s hardness. She thought about how big it had looked. She had been surprised by its size after all Ratul was just a kid studying in class eleventh. Yet it had seemed longer than probably her palm as the turmoil in her mind continued she suddenly realized that if she wanted, her son could satisfy her.
He could give her what she wanted so badly. This incestuous thought made her wild with arousal. She knew it was ‘paap’ letting such thoughts into her mind but it made her feel so good that she simply didnt care anymore. She wondered how incredible it will feel doing it actually, when the thought itself was exciting her so much. For almost half an hour her thoughts continued like this.
Then suddenly the desire to fornicate became unbearable. She got up from the bed and walked out of her room. A part of her mind yelled at her ‘Mita, tui paoal hoe geli naki rei! Ki korchis tui! Ratul tor nijer chele but she was too aroused and the lust that had been unsatisfied for six years now manifested itself with a ferocious intensity and made her ignore the voice of her conscience as she walked towards Ratul’s room she had many apprehensions.
Will Ratul find her attractive? Will he agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However, she simply didn’t care as she was just mad with desire. I had latched the door now and was trying to sleep though I was thinking how to defend myself next morning. I heard someone knocking my door and opened the door. The room was dark but in the faint moonlight Mita could see Ratul peering out at her puzzled and wondering why she had now come back.
She entered the room and switched on the night bulb and then closed the door behind her. I was sure that mom was now going to scold me and tell me how ashamed she was of me but what I heard surprised me. Ratul, ami toke eto rate bokaboki korte asini. Ami ekhane ghumote esechi. Tor baba okhane eto jore naak dakche je ami ghumote parchi na.’ Saying this mom laid herself on the bed and said ‘Ki re, tui subi na?
I looked at her confused and obeying her I too got into the bed beside mom. Mom stayed silent for some time and then suddenly she asked me ‘Achha Ratul, tui k iota roj koris? Ami lajja pachilam, tai mathha nere haan bollam Ota ki magazine jeta tui dekhchili? Amake dekha oi magazine-ta and I was wondering why mom wanted to see the book. When mom again asked for the book, I brought it out from under the mattress and gave it to her.
Mom switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in tempting ways. Hothat maa bollo ‘Ratul, ei chhobi gulor modhe sob theke tor kon chhobi-ta bhalo lage? What was happening was unbelievable, my mom lying beside him at 4 in the night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which photo did I like most!
I had no idea what mom’s intentions were but now things were getting exciting. Meanwhile mom once again asked ‘Ki re? Bol na, ei chhobi gulor modhe sob theke tor kon chhobi-ta bhalo lage? I shyly took the book and opened the page that contained my favorite picture. Mom looked at the girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big breasts. She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the girl in the picture and asked Ratul ei mai-gulo eto boro boro ei jonno tor eta sob theke bhalo lage na?
Etokhone amar bara khara hoe gechilo ar ami lajja pachhilam. I looked at mom’s face. She was looking at me in a motherly and affectionate way. Then she smiled and said ‘Ratul eto lajja pachhis keno? Amar kothar jobab de na Ami matha nere haan bollam. By now Mita was totally wet. She decided that it was now time to start seeking what she wanted from her son. Mom put her sari to one side and cupping her breasts with her hands, she said ‘ Dekh, amar to ei meye-tar thekeo besi boro boro mai ache.
I didn’t know what to say and just gaped at mom’s face after hearing this. Ratul’s excitement was visible on his face by now and this made Mita bolder. ‘Tui dara, bishas korchis na to. Ami toke amar blouse khule mai gulo dekhachi.’ Saying this mom quickly unhooked her blouse revealing her big boobs held tightly inside her brassiere. Now she took my hand and after placing it on the hook of her brassiere, asked me ‘eta khule de. My hands were trembling and opened it with a bit of difficulties.
Mom immediately pulled out the bra and threw it on the floor. I was amazed at the pair of beautiful tits that were in front of me. They were big and firm. They were dark like the rest of her body. The nipples were big and looked stiff. This was the first time I was seeing a woman’s breast naked and the fact that it belonged to my mom made it terribly exciting for me. I felt hard like I had never felt before.
I was now dying to feel mom’s breasts and when Mita asked me in a mischievous voice ‘Ratul, amar ei mai-gulo dhorar ichhe korche na tor? Egulo tipe dekh I immediate put my hand upon her breast. My hands were trembling with excitement and carressed her big breasts. I started to press my mom’s breasts like a horn (inside Ratul’s mind, his conscience told him that what was happening was sinful and wrong but like his mother he also was too aroused to care for the voice of conscience.
However, he felt scared about his father waking up and finding them like this.) So I said ‘Maa, baba Jodi ekhon ghum theke jege jai tahole ki hobe?’. Mita knew that what he was saying wasnt impossible. However Ashok usually slept like a log and so the likelihood of his waking up was low. Moreover, she was too turned on to stop what they were doing. In a soft soothing voice she assured me,’Setar chinta koris na tui.
Tor baba ekbar ghumole ekebare mora manush. Sei sokaler age ar uthbe nag hum theke. Now we both knew what we wanted from each other. Mom also was beginning to feel impatient. Quickly she unbuttoned my shirt. She then unzipped my trousers and pushed them. My undies looked like a tent due to the hardness (amar bara onek khon age thekei khara hoe gechilo) mom eagerly pushed them down.
She gaped at my hard penis. Lovingly she took it into her hands and stroked it softly and gently. My whole body tingled as the stroking went on, this was first time someone giving me such pleasure and that too it was my mom. It felt incredibly nice. Suddenly I felt the ejaculation coming and mom too realized it. She stopped stroking it as she didn’t want me to ejaculate at this moment.
Then she decided that it was time for us to take off our clothes completely. She stood up near the bed and pulled down her sari. She then undid the knot of her petticoat and let it fall around her ankles on the floor. Mom also took off the already open blouse and threw it on the floor. Mom was about to pull down her panties but she stopped and said me with a naughty smile ‘Ratul, eta khol.
I was waiting for this opportunity and eagerly began to pull mom’s panty down. I swallowed hard as my mother’s bushiness revealed itself. Between the bushiness lay my mother’s cunt. It looked beautiful and I was craving to touch it after stepping out of her panties, mom helped me to undress totally. Then she laid herself on the bed and whispered me ‘Chal, ebar amar upar uthe aye taratari as I got myself on top of her.
She put her arms around me. For a moment we looked into each other’s eyes. Then mom whispered ‘Ratul, prothome ekta chumu de amake’. On hearing this, I immediately put my lips upon her lips to kiss her. Then we opened our mouths and our tongues met, we both felt excited in a way that we had never felt before. We were kissing each other passionately for about 15 minutes, meanwhile my both hands were exploring her body.
She was holding my head tightly on one hand and on her other hand she was stroking my penis after this kiss I stopped feeling inhibited. Mom no longer had to give me instructions. Spontaeously I explored every part of her body. I planted kisses all over her face; neck then went down and hungrily sucked her breasts. Mom moaned as I fondled, tickled, suckled and carressed her breasts. Then suddenly she whispered, ‘Ratul ekta chumu de.
I was about to put my lips upon her’s, when she smiled and said, ‘Buddhhu kothakar! Jeno kichu bojhe na. Ei thote na re, nicher thote, amar gude chumu de ebar. I was embarrassed for a moment and then i moved down. I paused for some time after putting my face close to mom’s cunt. Mom had musky smell down there and it was terribly exciting. I inhaled it deeply and then put my lips upon her cunt lips.
She was moaning and making terrible sound which excited me more while I tickle her cunt. Soon the excitement became unbearabl. She moaned out, ‘Harami madarchod ebar amar gude to bara dhoka, onek khpn dhore amake kasto dichhis ebar taratari maal dhaal. I was stunned by hearing slang from her face. I kissed her cunt once and then brought my face in front of her face, gave her again a tight lip kiss.
I said ebar theke tui amar rendi, toke ebar thoke roj ami chudbo, kintu ekta sorto ache.’ Momasked me ‘ki sorto abar tor madarcho’ I said ‘amra jokhpn ghore dujone eka thakbo tokhon tomake amar samne nengto hoe ghore sobsomay thakte hobe ar ami jokhoon khusi tomake niye khelo korbo’ mom agreed to that as she was too much aroused and wanted to fuck. We looked at each other for some time and then I began to enter her.
I fumbling due to inexperience but mom helped me but I immediately withdrew out. Mom asked me, ‘Ki re, abar ki holo? Then I replied my condom nei to. Tumi pregnant hoe gele ki hobe?’ Mita realized that what he was saying was true. She might get pregnant. However, she was feeling too hot to care about this. She impatiently cried out in a soft voice, ‘Ja hobe hok, ekhon esob bhabar time nei. Ekhon ami sudhu tor bhalobasa chai.
Taratari tor bara-ta amar gude dhoka madarchod ar bhetore maal phel, onek khon hoechhe, ebar taratari kor pregnant hole pore dekha jabe. I again entered my dick to her vagina. I paused for some time and then I began to move inside her as I moved inside her mom carressed my back with one hand and the other she lovingly ran through my hair. It did not last very long. Just after 2-3 minutes I exploded inside her.
Mom was for a moment angry as she wasn’t yet close to her orgasm. However, she immediately recalled that this was my first time. Mom said ‘thik ache abar dhoka, ebar aste aste korbi, tarahuro korbi na kintu. Thik ache? She waited for me to regain the hardness and to start the action once more. This time it turned out to be better. Mom got an orgasm that shuddered through her whole body.
She was screaming’ aaaaaaah Aro jooor arooo jore dhoki bhetor-ta chire phel jore dhoka amar gude madarchode slangs from my mom, and that too I again realized I was fucking my mom which was my first sex made me more excited and soon I too came again. We loved each other the whole night, caressed each other body, kissed and fucked three more times and it was almost 6:00 when we did it for the last time. We were totally exhausted after a last tight long kiss;
Mom picked up her clothes and walked back to her room. That day we again made love in the afternoon when we were alone in the house. In the evening, after their love making was over, mom got a bright idea to sleep every night with by making excuse of dad’s snoring. We then fucked every night and even in day time whenever we got time. If you like the story, please give me honest feedback, so that I may write more. Any ladies (specialy matured aunt, mom, and granny) interested please contact me.