January 27, 2006

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Filed under: Incest, Incest stories, mom son incest — Smee @ 2:05 pm

I never thought I would treat my mother Indira as a woman until the day she
made me realize I am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad died
leaving me and my mother everything he could leave. As a result we have a
house and some good cash in the bank. I am a state government employee
earning a high salary. All my life I have been reckless when it came to
handling house chores. I never bothered about them. I had my dad to take
care of outside activities and my mother, inside the home.

So I literally lived a no-responsibility life. So when my dad left us, I
guess mom had to do all the work. She might have coped well probably for a
month or so as she never complained. But one day, she just busted on me. She
cursed me I am irresponsible and a no-good wonderer and this and that. She
told me that I am the man of the house and I should take care of all the
activities my dad used to do to the household. I felt bad for mom and from
then on I started looking into household activities.

I got into this household activity groove pretty quickly as I was taking
care of all the outside activities and mom never complained again. Every
thing was going well. Well at least until I realized mom is also a woman. I
still remember that day. I came early from work and since mom didn’t open
the door for me, I used the key to get in. I heard the showering noise from
our bathroom so I went to my room to lay all my stuff. The shower noise
stopped and heard mom go into her room. I walked out of my room and strolled
towards our lounge passing mother’s room. The door was not closed properly
so I took a casual look. There is mom in her wet petticoat tied around her
waist and naked on the top. I might have seen her naked titties before but
never saw her in that position. She looked beautiful and voluptuous! Mom is
an average plumpy lady. Her big boobs are bit saggy and her waist is a bit
broad. Her shape is common among most housewives in India. Her sexiness was
more displayed with her wet petticoat clinging onto her buttocks and her
body is moist with some after shower sweat.

I quickly turned and walked away before my mother could notice and after few
minutes I yelled making my presence known. Mother acknowledged and we had a
usual talk.

After that sexy scene of my mother, I always visualized her half naked and
with petticoat every time I saw her. My attraction towards her grew day by
day and I started finding opportunities to peek on her naked flesh. I even
started masturbating thinking about her. It was at this instant, I realized
dad had left me another thing other than the house and cash. It was my
mother and her lovely body. The best of all inheritances.

One evening we got a tamil movie on video and watched it. It was a low
budget movie on extramarital affairs. It was low budget but the scenes were
HOT! They never showed naked bodies but they were kissing the blouse covered
breasts and lifting the saree and putting their hands inside! We both were
very excited. I could notice mother breathing heavily and I could feel her
HEAT! After the movie, we just discussed a little about it and went to our
rooms for a much needed masturbation. Even after relieving myself a couple
of times, I could not sleep. I felt frustrated thinking about the movie and
my mother. I decided I had to do something.

I sought of got an idea that since I am the man of the house, sex should
also come with the standard package. I need to satisfy the woman of the
house sexually and she should satisfy me. That’s the only thing I have not
been doing from my dad’s household activities….taking care of his woman. I
also knew that the woman is also my mother and she will not accept me as her
sex partner. I somehow had to convince her that I am willing to fill her
when she needs a fill and I am sure she will not accept it if I propose to
her. So the best thing would be to force her the first time. Once she gets
laid forcibly, she will accept the situation and allow me to be her lover.
The idea, as I was thinking, shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as
I felt it acknowledging my thoughts.

I slowly got out of my room and walked to my mom’s room. The door is closed
but not locked. I pushed the door and went into her room. There she is,
sleeping on her back with her face facing away from me. Her loose end of the
saree has crumpled up covering only one blouse covered breast. Her other
breast is fighting very hard to come out of the blouse. Her blouse hooks are
tight and barely holding on the blouse. Her bare stomach is beautiful and
moving up and down slowly to her breathing rhythm. Her legs were held
together and here saree on her is twisted everywhere but fully covered. She
is sleeping on a single bed as she gave me their double bed after my dad
died. I sat down near her and put my one hand on her breast. It was soft and
the nipple was hard. I slowly begun to squeeze her breast with my hand. Her
nipple became erect and a low moan released from her mouth. She didn’t open
her eyes but it seems that the movie had a good impact with her. I became
bold and begun to squeeze the second breast with my hand. I slowly removed
the saree from the top of her and remove the saree fold near her navel.

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. I
slowly bent myself to take one of her nipple into my mouth. Mother closed
her eyes, moaned, but did nothing. I licked, and sucked both the breasts. It
was a great experience preying on my dear old mother’s wonderful and juicy
breasts. I started enjoying her naked body. I kissed sucked and licked her
beautiful body everywhere I could and it was great. Then I finally turn my
vision to the spot between her legs. The spot where I came to this world and
where I can fulfill my lust to make myself a man to my mother. I used my
legs to part her legs by pushing them outward and set myself comfortably
between her legs. Mother though did not put any pressure. She just laid
there with her head turned to one side and her eyes closed.

I ran my free hand over her mound and inserting my index finger into her
vagina. Her vagina is still dry as I started finger-fucking her. It didn’t
take long before I could feel her juices oozing out as I increased my
rhythm. I kept finger fucking her for a while before I decided she is ready
for the ultimate reunion. Still holding her hands above her head, I leaned
on her body so I was covering her body with mine. With my free hand I felt
between us, took my cock, and began to guide it towards her cunt. As I
reached her entrance I paused and touched her entrance my tip of the cock. I
felt shivers along my spine as I unioned with my part of my mother’s flesh
with her flesh again. That was the time I contemplated the sin I am
committing. I will be committing incest with my mother and a new type of
bond between us. I am entering her cunt where there is no return. I could
not wait any longer as I pushed forward. My dick entered her cunt. I pushed
even harder. I heard my mother gasp, and cry a little, as I pushed inside
her completely. I then held there, for a while enjoying my sexual union with
my mother. I let go her hands to balance myself for a long fuck. Mom didn’t
even move the hands as she might have thought its all over for her. She is
being ravaged nevertheless.

I withdrew my dick a bit and pushed forward again. Mother stayed still. I
drew back again this time to be out of her and thrust back again. Mother
gasped. Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted.
FUCKING MY OWN MOTHER! My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her. I
am fucking the same cunt my father has used to quench his lust and flooded
it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread the same legs my
father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to MAKE THE SAME WOMAN
MY DAD MADE AS WOMAN OF THE HOUSE. I am squeezing the same breasts my dad
squeezed and my mother used to feed me as a baby. I am enjoying the same
body I shared when I took shape in her. I am reaching the same inside of my
mother where I was spawned. I am kissing the mouth that had given me
guidance, sweared on me and encouraged me.

It felt great, that I am using the same woman that loved me motherly to love
me sexually. I am showing my gratitude towards her upbringing by ravishing
her cunt with my dick. After few more strokes, I felt my balls exploding
gobs of semen I have been storing for her. I humped on to her vigorously
before I came. I could not help stop but gasp as I shot my wad into her. I
could feel my semen flooding mother’s vagina as I reached my climax. Our
sexual act is complete as I laid on my wonderful mother fulfilled and
gasping for my breath. I could hear my mother too is breathing hard. Our
naked bodies still connected together with my chest firmly pressing her
naked breasts. My cock by now started getting limp but still inside her
transferring the last remains of my semen. Mother still said nothing and
laid the position. I didn’t have enough guts to look at her face. We both
made no moves to untangle as my exhaustion slipped me into deep sleep.

The next morning when I got up, mother is not seen anywhere. I was still
lying naked on my bed. My sarong is still on the floor but no signs of my
mother’s clothes. For a moment I thought it might have been a dream and
started looking for some evidence on the bed. I found some long strands of
my mother’s hair on the pillow beside mine. I got little assured and looked
for some sex-liquid stains on the blanket. I did see three dried stains
where the cloth was stiff. I had a chill running through my spine as I
realized its not a dream. I felt a lot a guilt. I could not find enough guts
to walk outside my room. I stayed there as long as I could. Good it was a
Sunday. After few hours my mother knocked on the door to get me up as it is
approaching noon. It was after her call; I had a bit of my confidence back
in me. I quickly went into the bathroom for my morning chores. I tried to
avoid my mother for another half an hour or so until she called me to eat my
lunch. That day has been a horrible day for both of us. We never talked. In
fact the silence continued for a few more days. Good thing I have a job to
go to otherwise I would have become mad with her silence. During these
hostile days my mother visited our neighbors and nearby relatives quite a
lot. Possibly just to be away from me I guess. After threes days of constant
silence I decided I have to put an end to this.

After our dinner on Thursday, I told her I am Sorry and never meant to hurt
her! She just said its OK but after few seconds, she just burst into tears.
I felt very bad. It took two more days to get back to normal. The normalcy
of our mother-son physical contact never returned though! She always tried
to stay farther from me and locked her room when she changed or went to
sleep. We continued with our lives that way. Another Two weeks after things
got normal; my mother went to a movie with her friends. I knew she was going
to a movie because she asked me some money for the movie as I was going on a
two day trip to a nearby village on work. When I got back the following day
from my trip, things were different at home. My mother got dressed
beautifully in a very nice saree and she had flowers in her hair. Normally
widows never wear flowers in their hair. She is also seemed to be in a good
mood. I was happy but also shocked to see her that way. There was a lot of
contrast between the mother I left for my trip and the mother I am looking
at right now.

She also received me well, and asked a lot about my trip. Slowly I also lost
my hostility and interacted with her freely. I was glad mom is back to
normal. After the dinner she insisted me to take shower and go to my room. I
reluctantly had my shower and went back to my room. Then my mother ordered
me not to come out of the room and lay on the bed. I tried to refuse saying
I am not sleepy yet but she screamed at me to do as she says. I didn’t
wanted to upset my mother again. So I went to bed half-hearted. Few minutes
later I heard my room door open only to see my mother well dressed in a
yellow saree with a glass of milk in my hand. I was shocked to see her that
way. She is all dressed up and reminded me of a bride. Normally the
newly-wed brides enter the room that way with a glass of milk. For a moment
I thought it can’t be!!! I could not believe my eyes! I also thought it
might be a prank trying to get back at me for raping her.

As she entered she locked the bedroom door, came to me and handed to glass
of milk. I took it politely and drank the milk. She then told me “Your
mother is now ready to become your woman if you wish to do so!” I was
shocked to hear it! I also need to confess how much those words have caused
a twitch in my cock. I could not believe my own mother is inviting me to
fuck her! It took me few minutes to get my thoughts back on track as I could
see my mother still waiting before me for an answer.

I didn’t know what to do at that moment. My mother is looking like an
elderly woman just married. She is proposing me to take her as my woman and
my dick is throbbing for her pussy. I could not do anything but to say “YES!
YES!” lifting myself from the bed to hug my mother. We had a passionate kiss
as we moved on to our bed. This time we both were subtle and exploring in
our lovemaking session as I opened my mother’s blouse to enjoy her juicy
breast amidst my mother’s moans which I never expected I will hear from my
mother. She didn’t wear any underwear so I just lifted her saree to her
waist to get access to her now wet cunt rather than removing her saree.

This time the sex was divine. As if I am making love to my woman. Until I
looked at her face I never realized I am fucking my own mother. I felt as if
I am fucking Rati, the love goddess, herself. That’s why I think they have
invented the saying ‘Cover the face and fuck the base!’ I could also feel my
mother’s enjoyment of sex. The moans, the humps, and the juices. I am seeing
and feeling the other side of my mother whom I never saw before. Before I
realized I am fucking my mother as my woman, I already started squirting my
semen into her wet cunt for the second time.

After our juicy fuck session we just laid on the bed caressing each other.
Our physical bond between our legs is now free but neither of us bothered to
set our clothes back to normal. My mother is still open breasted with her
blouse hanging from her shoulders and her saree still lifted up to her
thighs. We both were lying on our sides facing each other. It was then, we
talked. Mother said “Are you happy now?” I said “More than ever! I love you
mom!” Mom said “I love you too son! From today I am your woman too! You
should call me INDIRA when we are alone. You can have my body too when ever
you want!”

I said “Thanks INDIRA! Sorry if I have hurt you before! I think you a very
sexy woman and wanted to be close to you that way too!” She said “Its
alright! I was in shock to know my son lusted for me and you let me know
that in a violent way” She continued “It was only yesterday I figured I will
take our relationship to new heights! I felt very lonely! I realized I will
be like that forever if I don’t do something! Even though it was weird for
me to know that you are lusting for me I finally could accept it as an
another form of love towards me! I even felt proud that I am turning you on!
That’s why I decided I will let you have my body! You already raped me and
entered me where you are forbidden to enter! I have lost my KARPU (chastity)
by you and I have nothing more to loose! If I accept the situation I will be
gaining than loosing! That’s why I proposed!”

I said “indira, my beloved, I am happy for your proposal and I am also sorry
I had to take you through the rape ordeal! I did not mean to hurt you!” Mom
said smiling “I know you didn’t! That’s why I arranged this first night” and
kissed me on the lips as I reciprocated. After the kiss she said “Do you
know I am wearing the same saree in which I married your father? We also had
our first night in the same saree too!” I was so excited as I looked at her
saree. “You mean you are wearing the same saree my father fucked you the
first time?” “Yes! This is the same saree in which your daddy took my
cherry! Now I am wearing it to celebrate my first night with my son” Mother
replied. “That’s great Mom!” I exclaimed.

I couldn’t believe it! I touched and felt the saree again. I couldn’t
believe I fucked my mother in her marriage dress. Indira, my lovely mother,
let me fuck her in the same saree her husband fucked her for the first time.
I felt I am the luckiest son on the earth! I could not wait any longer as I
moved onto my mother again for an another session to show my gratitude
towards her. Since then our relationship has turned into a mother-son
relationship with an extra bond between our legs. Mother moved into my room
which used to be her room when dad was alive. We still left the bed in her
room intact in case if somebody gets curious. We are just mother and son
when anybody is around us. On a normal day she is my mother by day and my
woman by night. Well almost a mother by day. Except for the days our
relations and friends visit us we always slept together.

Sometimes mother used normal mother-son relationship to get us sleeping
together. When we have too many guests mother used to arrange a bed for us
in the bunker we have at the back of the house saying we can adjust! Little
they know that a mother and son can sleep together with their genitals
locked! Mother used to dress like a wife awaiting her husband’s return from
work. It was always great to see my mother waiting for me well dressed with
flowers in her head when I return home from work. She became a wife to me
and I am her husband. I am Rama to my mother Indira. Now a days she also
compares my style of fucking her to my fathers. She tells me I fuck her in
different positions which my dad never did.

Few months later, at 43, my mother Indira got pregnant again. This time with
my baby. Her son’s baby. I am happy I knocked my dear old mother. My mother
is happy that she still got her husband’s gene pool in her stomach. We moved
from our home town to a distant town, to keep certain thinks secret. The
people in our new place thought that my mother conceived with my father’s
semen and later on he died. But we only knew that My semen has taken shape
in my mother’s womb. Our baby is due in six months.

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