Discovering My Mother Is A Slut

By : Momlover55

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Most of us like incest stories don’t us? Specially the slut-mother stories? But there are also quite a lot us who complain they don’t have some realistic contents and also a little bit of quality writing. Fucking our mothers in a bus, in the kitchen and watching workers take on her is all fine but then, can it happen just like that, can we enter out house one fine day and find the landlord saying “give my rent now or I take your pussy.

And mother replying, “Why don’t you try my ass instead.” It indeed makes your cum in the end but why cant we have some long detailed erotic motherly story which builds up the atmosphere, I always wanted one. So here is my attempt, just an attempt, showcasing how I found that my mother’s pussy was not a “no-entrance” board for people other than my dad. This has three parts; the first part which is this one is like an introduction but still has many erotic writing in it.

Story: Hello people this is Rajeev (name changed) here again with my incest story. I am another one of you guys who is fascinated by his mother, yes; my own mother. She was the one who opened her glory hole- her pussy, once lustfully in the bedroom with my father and then painfully in the hospital with the doctors to let me out of the world. That does not necessarily mean I should not be fascinated by her assets.

I write this story when I am 21, my mother is 40 forty? That’s a bit too old. Yea may be she is old but there are women who have the strange sexiness, the x-factor at this kind of an age, and my mother belongs to that category.  My mother is one who you would call a social success; she had an attractive resume, lost her father at 18, married at 19 when she finished school, joined college at age of 20 in spite of marriage, giving birth to me at her early twenties.

Completes m.com in mathematics, 2 years work as lecturer at a private college, and then goes for a bank job as the senior accountant. Not satisfied with this, does mba in a reputed college (not in correspondence, mom said it’s of no use). Now she has ended up as the finance head in a health care institute. My dad works and Dubai and mom just doesn’t want to enjoy what he sends but wants to work more.

Mom not only cared about me and the house but also she cared her health. She always loved working hard, even though we had the household chores did by the servant, she never would sit down and enjoy laziness. She starts her day with a long jog in early morning. Does some yoga and gets ready for office, she would return and spend some time with her free tuition classes for the neighborhood, follow it up with yoga again and then sleep.

Though she looked after the finance in the health institute she never hesitated to give me long descriptions about the calories and food when ever she got a chance. I was always two lazy to accompany her in her jogs and yoga. I make sure I get up early in my vacations just to accompany her in her jogs not for the health but for her lovely ass-shaking view from behind. She had a round big ass and indeed she shook it well, really well.

My mother was also successful in another thing, and that is to not develop a tummy, and she always boasted of it. Ya this made her sexy, she had quite a big body her arms her things and occurs her boobs and massive ass. Her work in her gym and her yoga had made her one piece of flesh for a fuck. I knew my mother definitely was one fucking flesh piece. I though she might have developed wrinkles in her body if one saw her naked but when you saw her with her dress she was a lusty feast for the eye.

And one thing that added to her lusty body was her face, she had a pretty face, and her face has turned into something which on seeing you would think was the face of a woman who can come to bed with you. It’s very obvious that in her days when she was teaching college students, when she studied mba with younger people and now when she worked, she would have dealt with a lot of males.

I knew many of them would have had an eye for her. The best angle to look at my mom is from behind, especially when she jogged, she had a prominent waist ass difference. One can imagine the comments which would have flown from the back bench boys when mom was seriously teaching. She would have been in her late twenties when she taught and her ass must have attracted a lot of attention.

My lust for my mother’s body was not gradual it happened all of a sudden, I still remember those scenes, it was my twelfth grade vacation. I remember the evening when I was busy watching tv and mom was getting ready for a function. My mom had called me twice and I reluctantly went to her room as I was watching some of my favorite shows. Just as I went in I couldn’t help but open my jaws in astonishment.

My mom was in front of the dressing table and what was wrong in that? The thing was that she did not have a saree to cover herself. She was in her blouse and petticoat, the door of her room is at some 30 degree angle to the dresser, hence she was facing away from me when I went inside. For the first 20 seconds or so she did not even recognize I was there, she was busy doing some thing in her blouse.

I figured out she was taking one of her jewels and her mangal-suthra which were stuck in her blouse buttons. In my view I could see her petticoat covered ass and her hips. I realized my mom was a sexy woman indeed. As she was at an angle I could see her left boob, my goodness I was seeing them without her pallu and they were real big, she had her head bended concentrating on her blouse and its hooks, and I saw her front view in the mirror.

Mom was dressed red that time, half of her navel was visible, her hair was loose and she was fresh after a bath, her boobs as I see in the mirror were round, and her operations with her blouse made some of her cleavage visible. I just stood there astonished, I concentrated on her left boob which was visible from the side I fixed her left nipple, I could guess she wore a black bra, the red blouse was a bit opaque but I sensed her bra.

I was lost in her boobs when mom shouted again, “Rajeev! Where are you?  Her voice made my body shake; I came back to my senses. “Mom, yaw, I am here” “oh! How many times you want me to call you ehh? What is there in the TV to make you get stuck to it. Err, sorry maa”. Those were the only words that I could utter.

Mom did not know it wasn’t the TV show I was immersed in. And mom did not even care her state of dress with me in the room she was normal as usual. “beta, just help me with my chain first clip it over my neck”. I was surprised about my moms casualness with me, may be she never expected her son to eye her assess. As I went near without a word she took a chain from the bed and placed it around her neck.

Just clip it dear, do you know how the clip works?” I knew how to clip the chain, she held her chain in its position until I came behind her, and the scent of the soap was prominent from her freshly bathed body. I took my position behind her, and I held the chain. Mom took her hands from the chain and asked me to hold it for a second, she then held her hairs over which the chain was worn and took them out of the chain.

She let her free hair fall on her front, lucky hairs they touch her boobs now I thought. I also admired her wonderful neck, she was white and the red blouse was sensual for her color. I started clipping the chain; I could not help placing my palms over her neck as I did it. Her hairs as they were put in her front stopped me from an attempt to see her cleavage.

I just finished as she said, “beta, also joins the chain with the mangal suthra using the pin, the pin is in the bed.”

I knew mom always did pin her chains together, I went to the bed the saree which she was about to wear was spread in it, near it was the pin. I took the pin and turned towards her, and what a sight mom was adjusting her petticoat she untied it and she was on the process of tying it again, I saw her hipps the bulge in they made, and I also got a view of her black panty as she tied her petticoat.

The scene was awesome that I pretended to search for the pin in the bed. “Its near the saree, quick” mom turned back to me as she spoke. There they were her boobs, and what pair of boobs, I noticed how they moved as mom pointed to me the area where the pin was. “I got it” I replied as I walked towards her.

Mom once again had her back towards me and her hairs cleared of her neck. This time I had recovered from the excitement, I just went near her took a look at her hips and her ass as mom cleared her hair. I went close to her as I pinned that chains and made sure my body met hers in the process. I just wore shorts that day and my cock felt her ass. “Thanks beta and one more help, please take my bangles from the drawer I forgot to take them and now ill make my dress messed up if I climbed to take them.”

She wanted me to climb on a chair and take some bangles from the top drawer. Why not, as long she remained there shoeing her blouse- covered boobs and ass to me I can remain there for ever. She was busy looking at her chains from the mirror as I took a chair from the room. As I walked past her with it I made sure I gave a nice touch to her ass and hips. Now I climbed up and got an exact side view of her boobs, I could see the mirror also.

Pretending to search for the bangle case I looked back, mom was tying her hairs behind, she working with her hairs and in the process her boobs came up as her hands were folded behind. What a sight, I almost came; I realized some non nude poses added more fuel to the cock than the nude ones. I stood there as long as I can stand and got down. Mom thanked me and she had started putting her saree already. I came out of her room with some sweat.

This is one of those incidents which on reading you would say, no big deal, you just saw your mother without saree, what’s new here? But yes, this is where it all started, that was the minutes when I realized my mom was a cunt, she was a meat which can fill you with lust, from that day I was a fan of her, her body, her round boobs and of course her prominent massive ass globes.

As it was my vacation the very next day I never wasted time in telling I want to accompany her for her jog in the morning. Mom was happy and surprised on hearing this. “Finally you have some concern for your health” she said but little did she know it was her big swaying ass that dragged me onto the jogging bisnuess. She indeed shook her big ass well as she jogged; wearing a t shirt and a track suit she looked awesome with her sweat flowing all over her body.

I would just come behind her admiring how her ass globes swayed with a harmony in them. And then the yoga, I should search for adjectives to appreciate the person who found some asana, especially the ones where mom would arc her body upwards exposing her nipples which would protrude out of her breasts, as she went through with the asana I noticed how her boobs contracted and expanded as she bended front and arched back.

And then there was the “doggy-style” asana, the one in which she literally takes a doggy position, as if this was not enough she would arc her back inside, lifting her ass up into the air as if she was inviting some cock to com inside her shit hole, I enjoyed this pose epically when I stood right behind her.

I gradually started to indulge myself into the incest world; of course it started with the stories, and then the chats over the net. And then I understood that I was an incest armature, yes the chatters almost all of them said they have seen her moms naked, in bath through door holes; some even said they hear their parents fuck.

And there are some who claim to have seen the milk man thrusting his 9 inch cock in their mom’s pussy and tasting her milk and saying, Bitch your milk is more tasty than the cows” I always knew it was a fantasy how can it happen, even if it was true no lady can be such careless to let her son watch her pussy in work. I never expected this sort of a thing to happen in my home, nor was I thinking like that? The future had its answer and the answer was so breathtaking. Sometimes things which you thought would never happen can announce themselves and surprise you.

Rarely things which you were dreaming become a reality one day and leave you just wondering.

One fine day in fact one fine night, iniesta scored a wonderful goal which made Spain lift the world cup trophy. It had made the joy for Spanish people uncontrollable and the very same night was the one when I first doubted a thing. May be mom cannot control her pussy. May be she too is human and needs some meat inside her hole so as to fill her with joy, maybe she is cheating on my dad and may be she is a bitch.

I went through an incident which should have made every man have this doubt. I had told you somewhere earlier that my dad worked in Dubai, yes, and he visited our place, 2 months an year. I and mom had already visited his place thrice in Dubai during my summer holidays. But my dad was used to coming here at the months of December and January.

This doesn’t necessarily mean me and mom were all alone all through the months. Uncle, father’s brother had his business works in our place, and we were always privileged to have him stay at our home when ever he visited our home. And “whenever he visited” means he had his visited on an average 3 times a month. I would say each visit would last 4 odd days.

We lived in a single house; we had a big hall, a dining room, a kitchen in the side of the hall, and the big posh master bedroom which mother used. I had my room upstairs which was in the corner of a balcony. When ever uncle comes he used to sleep in the hall downstairs.

Since I had a good amount of privacy up in my room, I was used to doing a lot of mother-chats online. I had much regular chatters who used to share the specifications of their mothers as they hear from me. So my mom’s pictures will be there in some people’s hard disc too. “Dude how much do u think your mom charge for a fuck?”, “ well may be a 1000 rupees for two hours, what do you say?”, “that’s a bit costly bro I guess 500 is enough for my mothers pussy, she seems to be a cheap slut oh, if you have a cock with much meat. I guess my mother can also come for 500, lol”.

We talk as if our mothers are all cheap rated sluts who have body made for fuck, but as long as it can get you cock hard everything goes in the chats. And then, there was this night, the night when I was biting my nails watching a live stream of the football world cup finals, and the match ended.

I wanted to see the presentation ceremony which was not going to be streamed. The only way left is the television downstairs, in the hall; mother was very strict to keeping it switched off after 10. She never liked late night watching. But how can I miss, I knew uncle will be sleeping there, but he always behaved as my friend, I can easy tell him and watch it.

I just tip toe to the hall, and switch on the lights, and what did I find, uncle has absconded. In fact he was nowhere, not in the kitchen, bathroom any where.

And I knew the only place that I would find him is my mother’s bedroom and it was closed. We always had it closed due to the air-conditioner. His bed and pillow were lying down on the floor, was he having sex, had my mother showed too much hospitality by presenting her pussy to him, I just thought and smiled. Yes, I never believed, I even did not take it seriously; I just went on with my work of seeing the television.

And I knew one think I have a fantasy of watching my mom get drilled by her husband’s brother. And then the next day, I chatted about my uncle’s cock inside my mother’s pussy. It seemed a nice imagination, giving more fuel to shag. And I did cum lot when I chatted about it.

And the very next night I could not resist but come down check if uncle was there and I still find him missing. Is this real, is my imagination true, if you had been in my position you would not believe it as my I was close to my uncle and I knew him well. Mom also knew him and that’s why he was sleeping with her, I mean just sleeping. But why cannot he sleep in the hall. I knew there was chance of something happening.

The next day we were having our breakfast as I reluctantly managed to utter, “uncle are you not sleeping in the hall these days, I came down for a pee yesterday night and found you missing.” I looked at him and realized he had the breakfast in his mouth and he was trying to swallow so as to speak. “Beta uncle wanted you have some air-conditioning, he was sleeping in sweat in the hall and I called him in”

I knew there has to be a purpose mothers are not what you want them to be, especially when you want them slutty. It was a holiday and conversations were exchanged in the net, it was my regular chatter biggy or the big cocker as he called himself, dude biggy you know what, I checked uncle yesterday night and he still had gone into my mothers room”wow, man I think there is something going on, something must be there, why don’t you casually ask him.”, I already did that man, he wanted ac in the summer and my mothers room has one ohh, I guess if he feels cold in the ac then your mom may heat him up with her pussy, you have seen he slept two days with her, one day her pussy, another her ass ha ha, I guess he will stay with her for more days man, mom has lot more to offer dude wait a minute, you say that your uncle sleeps in the hall right, did you see his bed in the hall yesterday?”, Ya I saw it, why asking all of a sudden it means that he sleeps in the hall to start with, like, when you are awake he sleeps in the hall, and all of a sudden he needs ac and goes into your mothers room dude biggy what are you trying to say? I knew what biggy was trying to say, it made a lot of sense. In fact it was a cute observation, why would uncle start it up in the hall every day and lock himself up with mother in the bedroom.

Why cannot he sleep straight away? And this can infer uncle is sleeping in the hall so as to fool me, once I sleep at some time in late night he is going for mother. Mom told me he saw him sweating and called him inside, but for two days uncle started sleeping in the hall and went inside her room in the night, why can’t he start sleeping in her bedroom the second day at least. Now I seriously believed something went between them.

I though of some thing to do, I can just wait in the stairs in the dark and see what actually happenes when my uncle goes inside, may be my mother can come out and they have some romance there itself as they go inside, I was just optimistic. That night during dinner my plan was dumped, “uncle will here after sleep in my room beta” mom announced.

There was no purpose for this statement, we weren’t talking about this at all, and I knew mom tried to seen too casual as she spoke, and I saw a sense of relief in her face when I did not say anything for that. It was a “thank god he did not mind” sort of expression.

Now I was very sure that that may have an affair but how can I confirm, more than me confirming I wanted to see them together, see my mother getting fucked. Hmmm raji this is awesome I always wanted you in doggy style with your ass lifted up in the air, its like two globes, I can draw a world map on them”, Ohh yes santosh, I guess all from your family are fond of asses and doggy style, your brother has his face glued over my ass from our first night, I wonder what’s in it to get you guys going It’s nothing to do with your husband or his family, any one in this world to whom you offer a fuck will tell the same, it’s a huge ass you have in there I had some how forgot to tell you my mothers and uncles names, they are Raji and Santosh.

I really wanted to see and hear something like that, and that’s why 12 o clock in the night I had my body stuck to the locked mother’s bedroom. I came down to the door at 10:30, almost immediately after they went in and the lights were off. I heard some tables sound for the first few seconds, some opening of drawer but then there was nothing much to hear. I cursed the builders for missing a door hole to the rooms once again.

It took some 15 minutes to hear something, it was he bangles, she wasn’t walking but it was like the sound they made when people change legs in sleep. I would occasionally hear the bangles making noise, the bed is in the farther side of the room and it’s a big room, so I knew I cannot hear if they were purposefully silent.

I realize it was around 11 and all I hear was some mild bangles. I saw my watch to realize I had stood that long. I did not give up, I sat near the door and started playing with my mobile so as to kill time, I thought I can be lucky and hear some moaning. 12oclock it as and for the last half an hour it was silence, not even the bangles, I could say they ere in deep sleep. I got up, totally upset, I expected much more. I yawned as switched the kitchen lights on and got myself a glass of water.

My eyes were still on the bedroom door as I drank, and suddenly I saw a ray of light from the bottom slit of the door. Some one has switched on the bedroom lights and the light made their way through the bottom of the door. I was sanding with the water bottle as I heard the lock of the door opening. That meant some one will come out in a moment. Next moment, I was it my mother who made her way out.

She still had the same blue saree, the one she had the whole day. She was in half sleep and she was doing something with her lock in very slowly. The door closes automatically so we have a wooden piece to hold it on, I saw my mom dragging it in her leg and keeping it in position. I moved further left and managed to see her fully. She was yawning, her hairs were untied, they were pretty messed up.

Not just her hairs even her blue cotton saree, I never seen my mother in such a uncared saree dress up. Was it the sound sleep or was she rolling with him in the bed to make her saree crushed. Mom yawned again and tied her hair again, I observed she had saree tied differently, women usually had neat folds near the hips and the pallu would be a strip covering their mammoth boobs.

But now her pallu was like a full cloth which was completely covering her front, even her neck was covered, and it appeared she tugged the pallu on her side hips. Mom kept the door in a very partially closed position which limited the light thrown on her. Then she kept a step slowly, it seemed she was walking towards the toilet, even before she kept the next step she saw the kitchen lights on and me standing with the water bottle.

We met the eyes, and hers were shocked, one reaction which said what are you doing here. I saw surprise, fear and shiver in her look. The next thing she did was to take a step back and close the bedroom completely, she did not go in but just closed it behind her, I thought she had nice presence of mind cause, may be uncle was naked there and I see it as the door is open, just may be.

Mom was covered by darkness as she closed the door, and I sensed she was walking towards me, she indeed was. I took another gulp of water. Mom came near the kitchen door and she was in the lights again. Yes, her saree was worn in a peculiar manner and she had her saree tugged up in her hips, exposing some of her legs. It was the way women tug the saree up their hips when they work to prevent dirt or water.

Her right knee was visible. Mom was adjusting her saree as she walked to the kitchen, I noticed she was not bothered about her exposed legs but she was stretching her pallu further, her pallu was like blanket now. “Drinking water beta”, she yawned again as she asked, how can she remain so calm, at that time I already was damn sure that they had an affair.

The look on her face when she saw me said all, and the way she hurried and closed the door confirmed it. “yes ma, its hot right?”, I again scanned her legs as I asked. Mom un-tugged saree down covering her legs, “you go dear, ill drink and switch of the lights, I said, goodnight” and walked away, I knew what has to be done, I just ewnt near the stairs, which had complete darkness and hid myself there watching my moms dress and face.

I saw her from her side as she drank the water, even her sides were blanketed by her saree. And then I saw her back as she put the bottle and closed the fridge, I knew some thing was too strange in her back, I rose up lightly. Mom made her way slowly in half sleep towards the kitchen switch. This time she had her back to me completely.

The blue saree was a contrast to her white body, saw her pallu which was covering her full front, was a tugged at the back of her into her ass portion. And then I noticed the part which had my man hood rising, one part of her back from the neck to her hips was exposed. And yes, it was bare, naked skin; she was not wearing a blouse, not even bra. This meant there is nothing covering her body above her hips apart from her saree.

I realized why her saree was tied like that; if it was tied normally I would have easily seen she was blouse-less and bra-less from the front itself. And mom was making her slow walk towards the switch box and even in her sleep her ass was active swaying like a pendulum. Mom scratched her bums, she had the habit of doing this act occasionally, they had real big volumes to be scratched but I love the way she bended her hands and draw her nails over her globes. It was just sexy.

Mom had her hands over the switch and then there was darkness, her anklet had its sound and I sensed she was not heading towards the bedroom. Indeed I remembered she wanted to go the toilet first.

She had to walk past the stairs and so I climbed up one or two steps and settled down. My heart was racing as I heard her anklets past me. Mom then switched on the light of the space neat the toilet, and I leaned over the stairs to watch her, she was tugging her saree again, I guessed it was falling from her as it was worn for the sake of wearing.

And in a flash she was inside the toilet and back again. A lot of thoughts on how uncle would have enjoyed her were going through to mind. Mom has a lot in her body to be enjoyed, her big boobs, plump bums, and yes her pussy, yes that hole should be hot enough.

And I knew since I had confirmed that she was fucking around with my uncle, I knew I was one step closer to fucking her. Some where some one told me, “A pussy which opens itself for one cock other than its husband can be easily opened by 100 other people. After I shagged thinking about the incident and the blue attire of my mother, I lay in my bed wondering how I proceed from here. I figured there are two way to get on, one is to create a situation and embrace my mother, since may be she loves cocks and she had already cheated on my dad she would allow me too.

Other way is to tell her that I saw u cheat on dad and that too with his own brother, which should be like demanding her pussy for not letting my father know her lust for uncle’s cock, in a singe word this can be called blackmailing. Other way is to go about approaching her first and if she resists I can tell her that she needs to open her up to me other wise ill tell dad. Either way it should end up in blackmail, so I knew that was the way.

How should I start it, when should I start. I did not have any clue. The next day, the man whose words led me to find this affair was typing in the chat again, it was my friend biggy with his valuable inputs. dude you think u can just go there threaten her and get her body for that, in your dreams man, she is a socially successful woman and she can overpower you easily, what if she says she never had such things and that you are telling a lie, not much people can belive you on that, they wont believe when you say you mom has her mouth on your uncles cock.”

Then what is the way forward biggy, I cannot be satisfied by just imagining what they will be doping there inside the room. Dude you need some proof man, do u understand what I tell you, some thing like photos, even videos, since you say they lock themselves up why cannot you try a spare key? Once again biggy was bingo, another simple and effective idea, the spare keys, how can I not think about them.

The process was clear, we finish the dinner in the night and I say good night to them and go upstairs, they lock up in the bedroom and go about their fucking and sucking. They must eventually fall into a sleep after sex and that’s when I make an entry with the spare keys and try taking photos of them. I imagined my mom and uncle with little amount of dresses hug each other in sleep.

My uncle was scheduled to leave the next day which he did. I was not too worried about it, I knew he would eventually come back after a couple of weeks. I thought I was an advantage as both of them would not have met for some time and may be mom would be more starved of a cock. So when he comes after some days, I would eventually lead to a awaited sex, more the sex they have at night more they may get tired and I can easily sneak in when they sleep. It took 15 days for a call to come from uncle saying he will be there the next day evening. I had my camera and the spare keys ready.