Virtual Seduction

[incest man]

CHAPTER 1

It’s certainly not good for a supposedly happily married woman, to
fall in love. That’s what happened to me, as I fell in love with a
man, much younger to me. And, to make matter worse, the man with whom
I fell in love, was none other than my own son. After remaining
faithful to my husband for nearly twenty years, one fine day I found
that I was interested in my own teenage son.

My feeling towards my son, Rahul had nothing to do with a motherly
love; a mother has for her son. In contrast, I desperately wanted him
between my thighs, thrusting his rigid love tool into my willing
receptacle, driving me wild with joy and ecstasy. I badly wanted to
feel his naked body lying next to me, his hands caressing my plump
body, his fingers pinching my tits and exploring my sex.

When these thoughts started haunting me; in the beginning, I was
deeply ashamed. I was terribly shocked how could I think about having
sex with my own son, probably, the worst kind of sin. I spent numerous
nights crying with shame, cursing myself. I prayed to God to help me
to overcome my immoral thoughts. Time and again, I resolved to abolish
my lewd thoughts.

However, the incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every
brief stint of remorse, the fantasies came back more strongly,
Overwhelming even my toughest resolve.

I was well aware of the risks; my thoughts could bring on my family
and myself in particular. Living in a traditionally orthodox South
Asian country, I knew very well what could happen if my feeling
towards my son become public. My married life would be ruined
permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.

Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my
son. The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and
finally, I succumbed to the temptation. I gave up my resistance and
started enjoying my lewd thoughts about my son.

I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing
anything with my son; thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to
harm anyone. Little did I know that it was a stepping-stone toward my
full-fledged sexual relationship with my son? I started with
fantasizing about my son while masturbating. To my surprise; I found
that I was drawing immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific
orgasms, every time it induced into my body.

I must admit that, my transformation from a simple stay at home mom to
a horny slut didn’t happen in just one day. Only six months back, I
was a dedicated housewife to my husband Deepak and a loving mother to
my only son Rahul. Our marriage had already entered into its twentieth
year, and most of the time our relationship was easy going. I never
had any problem with my husband. Deepak was a good husband, a good
father and he did everything to make us happy and I feel perhaps he
overdid it.

I was only seventeen, when I got married to Deepak. Like most of the
marriages in my country, our’s was also an arranged marriage. I had
never met Deepak before our marriage. Deepak’s parents were old friend
of my father. Once he completed his graduation, our families decided
that we would be life partners.

I was initially apprehensive about our marriage, but I found that my
fears were uncalled for. Deepak was a very handsome and good-natured
young man, and above all he was a terrific lover.

We had our first intercourse, on the first night of our honeymoon. I
didn’t have any sexual encounter before that night. Although, Deepak
was older to me by seven years, he was also a virgin, quite natural in
our country that time. I still remember when Deepak saw me naked for
the first time; he was so excited that he shot his load, even before
his cock could enter my pussy.

That was the first time, when I saw a rigid male organ, naked and
throbbing, spewing drop after drop of hot seed onto my bush and belly.
I enjoyed the feeling and I still relish the feel of hot cum drenching
my body.

He was successful in his second attempt and I lost my maidenhood as he
impaled his massive organ into my delicious cunt. I cried with pain as
his cock popped my cherry, but soon the pain was replaced by a deep
sense of exhilaration, and I went on enjoying my first intercourse
tremendously. I still reveled in the feeling with the same fervor, the
rhythmic plundering of Deepak’s bulbous cock into my slick pussy.

By the time, he fucked me for the second time; I knew in my heart that
I was addicted to the newfound pleasure. We were staying at a hill
station; we remained in our room through out our stay and did nothing
other than making love again and again. We seldom moved out of our
hotel and didn’t visit any place at all. As a result, when we returned
home after our stay for two weeks, I was already pregnant with Rahul.

Deepak was an engineer with a good job and excellent salary. We moved
to his place of posting; Mumbai, then known as Bombay. We had an
excellent marital life, with lots of love and plenty of sex. Deepak
and I always enjoyed sex and we never missed any single opportunity to
jump into each other pants. My husband was an excellent lover and he
always kept my horny pussy in satiated condition.

Our sexual life had a lot of petting, caressing, copulations but
unfortunately, no oral simulation. We were not into it. Although a
number of times, I watched porn movies with Deepak and I must admit
that I was tempted to explore some of the new techniques shown in
those movies. However, Deepak had a different opinion about it, It was
not for the decent people to do those sort of things. I could never
dare to ask him. I never sucked him and Deepak also never went down on
me; he never tongued my pussy.

We both were from religious and orthodox families, and naturally such
things were unheard in our families. We never discussed sex with our
parents; I never knew whether my parent actually had sex. However, I
was always tempted to little nasty things, and I was only the fear of
my father, which forced me to keep my hymen intact till my marriage.

Our initial ten years were excellent. Deepak changed a number of jobs
and finally, rose to the level of general manager in a company.

One day Deepak announced that he was quitting his job and setting up
his own industry. He got loan from the bank and soon started his own
little workshop. He had the knowledge of the field, good contacts at
right places because of his earlier jobs, so his venture flourished
and soon, he became a successful businessman. We purchased a new
apartment in a posh area and shifted to our new accommodation.

Success always comes with a price and ours too had its price. The
first casualty was our sex life. Deepak became more and more busy,
sometimes working fourteen to sixteen hours a day. He became obsessed
with success and that made him completely oblivious of his wife and
his growing son, who was now in his puberty.

The frequency of our sexual encounter reduced drastically. Almost
everyday Deepak would return very late at nights from his factory,
exhausted and dead tired. After dinner he would immediately go to
sleep, sometimes even without talking with me.

Initially, I was sympathetic to him. I could appreciate his busy
schedule and felt that after all he was doing it for us. I tried to
busy myself with my son, who was fast growing into handsome teenager.
I looked after his studies and his other requirements that a teenager
needed from his family.

However, the sex was like life nectar for me. From the very first day,
when I lost my maidenhood, I had adored sex and soon I started feeling
the pinch of it. My sex-starved body started showing the signs of it.
I became more and more frustrated, and that resulted in numerous
heated arguments with Deepak. Most of the time, he was empathic and we
reconciled, but his priorities had changed and after some day of
restraint, he would again go back to his old ways.

Finally, I realized the futility of our altercations and resigned to
my fate. I was entering into my thirty-seventh year and Rahul had
turned into a fine looking young man. He regularly participating in
sports and he had a passion for bodybuilding.

He had developed a small gym in his room and many a times, I watched
him working in his gym, with only his shorts over his body. I could
recall the strange feelings of arousal; I used to have, while watching
his seminude body working with weights. I could not understand the
reason for those feelings, but I loved to feast on his well-toned
muscular body.

After celebrating my thirty-fifth birthday, I realized that I was
putting on weight. It was the worst nightmare for a woman like me; who
was known for her beauty and delicate figure. I was no more delicate
and curvaceous beauty. My older clothes were no more fitting to me.

In the mirror, I could now see a puffier face, swelled thighs and
tummy. I was aghast. I was always admired for my beauty, and the
sudden realization that I was no more a beautiful woman, was
devastating. I tried to lose weight by exercising and dieting, but
failed miserably.

Soon, I discerned that exercising was not my forte, and after some
time, I gave it up. I could draw solace from the fact that I was still
plagued by numerous second stares; whenever I was out shopping. I was
aware of people stopping and trying to steal a second glance at me.
That was more than better for a chubby woman in her late thirties;
still, deep within I remained miserable.

Rahul had completed his schooling. Following his father’s footsteps,
he also chose engineering for his graduation. He got admission to a
good college in Mumbai itself. His college was about thirty miles from
our house. In order to save his time during traveling, he decided to
get an accommodation in a hostel within the premises of his college.

I didn’t like the idea. I never wanted him to stay in the hostel. I
strongly opposed the idea. Deepak was also in favor of our son’s
staying at hostel. But, I refused to budge.

Finally, My son showed some concern for me, and it was decided that he
would stay at the hostel, only during the examinations and during the
similar exigencies. During normal days he would stay at home. I was
happy and I thanked my son for his concern.

My happiness was short-lived. Rahul would leave the house early in the
morning and would return only by evening, leaving me alone at house
for the day. It was only during the weekends, that we would be
together in true sense. I was again getting frustrated.

Finally, my son suggested me a way to keep myself busy. He introduced
me to computers and especially to the Internet. He took great pains in
explaining basic things to me. He taught me how to use a mouse, how to
work with windows, how to connect to the Internet and how to open a
mail id and use it. He created a mail id for me.

With his help, I started using Internet. Initially, I fumbled with the
new technology; Computers were not there when I was a student. But, I
was a quick learner and in a short span, I developed a knack for
computers. I started using it with ease and slowly became more and
more confident. I found it a good release and started spending hours
before my son’s personal computer. Deepak was especially happy, as I
had stopped complaining.

I found Internet very fascinating and started spending hours online,
mostly writing mails and chatting. Almost regularly, I chatted with my
son or my husband, when they were away. Rahul was careful enough to
drop me a line or two, every now and then, just to keep my mailbox
full of mails. I also made some online friends, and that kept me
pretty busy during my free time. I vented my frustration to my new
hobby; I became addicted to the web world.

Like it happens to all Internet users, the Internet introduced me to
the world of Internet sex. Although, I was vaguely aware of it,
initially I didn’t try to fiddle with any such ideas. My son had
warned me about spams and had advised me not to open it, and to
directly delete it from my mailbox.

In the beginning, I religiously followed his instructions, but once
out of curiosity I clicked on one such mail. Immediately, a new page
opened on the screen, showing gorgeous naked girls displaying their
genitals in the most lewd manner. I was stunned to see it, and closed
the page right away.

I shut down my computer, but the nude figures of those models
continued dancing before my eyes. Suddenly, my frustration was back
with an overwhelming ferocity. I didn’t have had any sex with my
husband for last two months. I longed to feel a male cock ravishing my
horny pussy.

I tried to resist the temptation, but my horniness failed me, and I
finally succumbed to the temptation. I restarted the computer,
reconnected to the net and opened my mailbox. Again, I clicked on the
link to open the same page, I had been watching last time.

This time it didn’t shock me, I was prepared for it. Leisurely, I
scanned through the page, enjoying the nude girls and their displays.
Then, I clicked to another link given at the bottom of the page,
opening a new page with more visuals, showing naked men and women
having sex in all possible manners.

I was extremely exited. Unknowingly, my free hand traveled to my
pussy. I gently rubbed it, through the material of my gown. I had a
strange feeling. I had never masturbated before; I had always thought
it, as a bad thing and a god fearing simple housewife should not
indulge in such activities.

My every notion changed that day, as my fingers didn’t stop at my hem.
My fingers entered inside my gown, even inside my panties. I felt my
soft curly bush and tender pussy lips. I was dripping wet. My fingers
rubbed my pussy lips, and for the first time, I was playing with my
pussy. The feeling was of pure delight. There was no guilt, just an
overwhelming sense of ecstasy.

My eyes were glued to the screen, which was continuously displaying
men and women indulging in every sort of activities. I watched
pictures of women having cocks in their every holes, men shooting
their cum into their faces and mouths, and I excitedly watched them
slurping the white gluey fluid sticking to their partners’ cocks and
to their own faces. I was fascinated and deep in my heart; I ached to
feel a cock into my mouth.

I continued browsing page after page. I don’t remember how many or
which sites, I visited that day. I wasn’t concerned about that. All I
was interested in watching the pictures of men and women having sex.

My fingers continued playing with my pussy and clitoris. The trembling
in my legs was aggravating with every brush of my fingers over my
swollen pussy and soon the floodgate opened. I had brought myself to a
thundering orgasm. My first masturbation was an unforgettable
experience.

My journey to Internet sex had begun. I reveled in watching newer
sites day by day and masturbate while watching those lascivious
pictures. My transformation into a horny slut was in progress.

My euphoria didn’t last long. Soon, I found that I was not able to
draw enough excitement from those pictures. The effect was no longer
as lasting as it was in the initial days. I started getting bored with
the images. I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even
after shutting down the computer. My search finally ended with the
sites displaying erotic stories.

I found erotica very fascinating and straight away, I was hooked to
it. I started reading those nicely written stories, the descriptions
so vivid and live, that most of them felt like actually happening. It
had enough ingredients to kindle my imagination, and even when I was
not using my computer, those narration would became alive in my mind
and my fingers would automatically reach for my pussy and started
playing with my clit. With every passing day, I became more and more
daring. Firstly, I stopped wearing panties; whenever I was alone at
home, and later; I stopped putting on my clothes altogether. I would
sit in front of my computer completely naked, my one hand busy with
keyboard and mouse, and the other busy with my dripping pussy.

I loved the feel of my nakedness. As soon as, I was alone at home, I
would simply shed all my clothes and roam around in the house
completely nude.

Whenever, I was alone; I would open a new story and got myself busy
with the lively narratives on the screen, while my fingers would play
music with my cunt, taking me slowly to the most wonderful orgasm. My
frequency of self-indulgence increased manifold; on any particular
day, I would finger myself to orgasm for three or four or even more
number of times.

It was the time, when I first started thinking about incest. For some
unexplained reasons, I found incestuous stories more captivating than
the stories in the other categories. One by one, I read most of them,
brothers screwing their sisters, father fucking their daughters,
mothers enjoying lustful relationships with their sons; uncles, aunts,
nieces, nephews, all of them enjoying sex with each other, doing all
sorts of nasty things and what not.

To my amazement, I realized that it was the mother son section, which
I found the most titillating. The themes of horny moms getting screwed
by their teenage sons were so enchanting, that it always gave me the
most powerful orgasm. I feel, perhaps It was most convenient for me,
to fantasize myself as the horny mothers depicted in those stories,
getting fucked by their teenage sons.

My first reaction to my lecherous thoughts involving my son was a
disgustful repulsion. I was conscience-stricken for days. I was
mortified, how could I even envisage myself having sex with my own
son, the most forbidden relation between a mother and her son. It was
a sin of worst kind and I prayed on numerous wakeful nights to get rid
of my incestuous feelings.

In spite of my nagging conscience, my incestuous thoughts toward my
son continued, and rather it intensified with time. Finally, my
resistance ceased and I succumbed to the most enthralling temptation
of my life. I continued masturbating while thinking of having sex with
Rahul. With the time, my fantasies involving Rahul became more vivid
and more kaleidoscopic.

Gradually, the feelings of guilt and shame were completely gone. My
lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous
fantasies, my most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in
fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every
time driving myself to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions
were changed and I realized that I desperately wanted to screw my own
son.

CHAPTER 2

I wanted to fuck my son, but I didn’t have any idea, how was I going
to fulfill my fantasy. I didn’t have any clue about my son’s feelings
towards me, whether he ever thought his mom as an object of sex. Did
he ever fantasize about fucking his mom? There were so many questions
that needed answers, before I could even start thinking of seducing my
son.

The help came from divine. Rahul had given me a small notebook that
contained tit bits of information, about handling a personal computer.
Rahul had written brief instructions about operating the computer, and
had given it to me, when I was a novice, learning computers. It had
rendered useless, once I learned my job and was lying idle in my
cupboard.

One day, while tending my cupboard, I found that notebook. I was just
flipping through its pages, when something caught my eyes. Carefully,
I flipped the pages again and on the third last page, I found a mail
id and a password. I was aware of my husbands and Rahul’s mail ids,
and the mail id I found on the notebook was a new one. I had never
seen that before.

Presumably, my son had another mail id with a pseudonym. Out of
curiosity, I logged his computer to the net and opened the particular
site; typed the mail address and the password in the login box. The
screen flickered for a moment, and slowly the mailbox of Hothamburger
opened.

My guess was right; Hothamburger was the pseudonym of my son. His
mailbox was full with erotic mails, mostly spams, like I used to get
into my mailbox. I tried to read some of the mails that appeared
genuine. The revelation was encouraging.

It seemed, that my beloved son was a member of some adult pen pal
club, and he had been receiving plenty of erotic e-mails. There were
five such mails, each from a different sender and I read all of them.

My son was enjoying a virtual relationship with five women
simultaneously. The mails were full with juicy details and lewd
language. One mail even had an attachment. I opened the attachment and
found a picture of a gorgeous forty-ish lady, completely naked, lewdly
exposing her hairy cunt lips.

I read the content of the mail. The women had thanked my son for
sending his nude photographs, and that she had enjoyed watching his
teenage monster cock. In the return, she was sending her picture and
she hoped that my son would also enjoy it. I was shocked and thrilled
simultaneously.

I read all the mails. The contents in most of them were more or less
same. I could clearly notice a specific pattern in them. Out of five,
three of his friends seemed to be much senior to him, almost into my
age group and remaining two were also elder to him. I scanned through
his complete mailbox, searching for earlier mails from same sender.

Luckily, my son had preserved all the messages received from his pals.
From his older mails, I could trace the naked pictures of three more
friends of my son. My hunch was right. Most of my son’s adult pals
were too old to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in
mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.

An idea struck me; I could also be an adult e-pal of my son. Only
thing that I needed to start my virtual affair with my son, was a new
mail-id with a pseudonym.

I immediately opened a new page of the same web site and created a new
mail id. I was ready to explore the possibility of having a virtual
relationship with my own son. I drafted my first mail.

Hi Hothamburger,

I am a stay at home mom of a nineteen-year-old son. I am thirty-nine,
divorced, a little plump, but feel that I am still very good-looking.
I love to receive erotic mails from handsome young guys, who are close
to my son’s age group. I am very broad minded and open to any kind of
discussion.

If you are broadminded in true sense and have no reservations about
any thing that is related with sex and if you feel that I could be
your pal, please reply me.

If you agree, I would love to exchange my nude photographs with you.

Bye from a horny mature babe,

Mumbai_mom

After drafting my mail. I clicked on the send button and waited for
the screen to change. In a moment my first mail to my son was
delivered. I had taken my first step towards my incestuous
relationship with my son.

I impatiently waited next twenty-four hours. My son was using his
computer mainly at night and I was hopeful, that he would access his
secret mailbox. Next morning my son left for his college, I waited our
housemaid to finish the daily chores. No sooner as she left our house,
I rushed to my son’s study, which was adjacent to his room and started
the PC.

Mumbai mom had received the reply to her mail. My heart was beating
like a drum, as I clicked the link to read the reply.

Hi Mumbai_mom,

How are you? For some inexplicable reasons, I had always enjoyed
meeting and thinking about mature women. Most of my fantasies are
about having sex with the beautiful horny gals who are much older to
me. I would certainly love to be your pal.

From your pen name, it seems that you are based in Mumbai. I am also
based in Mumbai. So, if you wish, I would love to meet you in future.

You would be surprised to know that I am still a virgin and I always
dream to start my sexual journey with someone like you. I am nineteen
and simply dying to get my first fuck.

I would love to see you in nude, so please send a photograph of you,
preferably without any thread on you body. Till then, I would
fantasize about your sweet pussy and jack myself.

Just thinking about you.

Hothamburger

‘Holy shit.’ I cursed myself. I should not have used Mumbai in my
pseudonym. I might have just given my identity to my son. Anyway, the
response from my son was quite encouraging. He didn’t beat about the
bush and directly came to the point. My innocent looking son was dying
to have his first fuck. ‘No surprise.’ I thought. ‘After all he is my
son.’

The revelation, that my son was interested in mature women, left me
delighted. I could guess the reason for his obsession. As a toddler,
he used to take bath with me, and on most occasions he had seen me
completely naked. He was very young then, and I never gave any
thought, before stripping in his presence.

Even after he had grown a little, I used to change my clothes in his
presence, and he got plenty of opportunities to watch me in only bra
and panties. I still remember little Rahul, watching my nude body with
utmost curiosity. When he turned ten; I stopped changing in front of
him.

I disconnected the connection and shut off the PC. Hothamburger had
asked for my naked pictures and I was determined to fulfill his
demand. My son must get what he wanted.

Two months ago, on his nineteenth birthday, my husband had gifted my
son a digital camera; should I rather say, that he actually demanded
it from my hubby. I could now very well understand, why he wanted it.
Anyway, I was also going to use his camera, for the same purpose.

I opened his locker and searched it. The camera was lying there. I
took it out and brought it to my room. I stripped my clothes and sat
in front of my dressing table. I could take the pictures of my
reflection. I could have chosen the timer in the camera, but I felt it
would be easier to use my reflection in mirror. This way, I would be
able to watch what I was shooting.

I was about to shoot my first picture, when I realized my mistake. My
son would immediately recognize his mother’s bedroom in the
background. The background in the pictures must be unfamiliar to my
son. I took few plane white sheets and hanged it on the wall. I
positioned my dressing table in such a way that it was facing the
sheet-covered wall. I put on all the lamps in the room and sat on a
stool in front of my dressing table.

I further adjusted the dressing table so that most of its mirror’s
reflection was showing only the white sheets hanging on the wall. I
was ready to shoot.

Carefully, I took the photographs of my reflections. I shot the close-
ups of my boobs; my hairy pussy, my exposed cunt showing my clit and
slit, my plump ass and finally, I took a last few pictures of my
complete naked figure. I took utmost care while shooting my last
picture that my face was properly hidden behind the camera.

I took the camera to my son’s room and connected it to his PC. One by
one I checked all the snaps, carefully observing the background. I am
not a good photographer and the fact was evident was from my snaps.
Most of the pictures were not good.

Anyhow, I selected two relatively good ones from them; one showing my
exposed hairy pussy and another my complete naked self, with my face
perfectly hidden behind the camera.

I was certain that my son would not be able to recognize me in those
snaps. However, to make certain, I blurred my face using a photo
editing software. At last, I was satisfied with my work. I deleted all
other photographs, except the selected ones. Mumbai_mom was now ready
to reply her son’s mail.

Hi,

Thanks for accepting me as your friend.

I would have loved to teach you the first lesson in lovemaking. But
I’m sorry; I may not. My son is very possessive of me, and if he ever
found that I had fucked you; he’d simply kill you. So please excuse
me, and same goes for our meeting also. Please understand that I am
interested only in erotic mails and messages, not in personal meeting.

If you feel that it’s ok with you; we could still talk about all sort
of things and can have a lot of fun. I am sure that you would have
heard, that the real orgasm does not lie between your thighs; it lies
in your brain.

Last night when I masturbated, I was thinking about you and believe
me, I had a most shattering orgasm of my life.

About your inclination towards mature women, it is very common. Most
of the kids watch their grandmas, their elder sisters, aunts or even
their mothers, naked during their childhood and later they develop a
taste for mature women. I sincerely wish, that you get your dream mate
soon, who can introduce you to the amazing world of sexual delight.

Till then, happy hunting.

Mumbai_mom

Ps: I am sending you some of my snaps. Hope you gonna like it. Please
excuse me if the qualities of pictures are not good; I am not good at
photography and for obvious reasons, I cannot ask someone else to take
my pictures.

I attached the photographs and clicked the send button and watched as
my mail was sent to my son’s mailbox. I deleted all the pictures from
the hard disk, and after ensuring it twice I switched off the PC. I
checked my son’s digital camera and deleted the pictures from it. I
kept it back in my son’s locker.

Next two days were weekend. Rahul and Deepak were at home and I could
not check my mailbox. It was the first time, when I didn’t enjoy my
weekend.

As soon as, I was alone on Monday, I logged on and opened my mailbox.
Rahul’s reply was already there. At the bottom of the message, it
showed three small icons of attached photographs. Without reading the
text I clicked on the first attachment. In a moment, the screen was
showing a naked photograph of my son, gently holding his rigid cock in
his hand.

I licked my dry lips and tried to control the pounding in my chest.
The second snap was showing his cock ejaculating. I lustfully watched
the drops of cum frozen in air. I pulled my pussy lips apart and
buried two fingers into it.

The third picture showed a close up of Rahul’s cock, his cum smeared
cock jetting from his dense thatch, its bulbous head glistening in the
background light. A large drop of cum was dripping out of his peehole.
I let the image remained on screen and furiously worked my fingers
inside my pussy. I visualized that nice piece of muscles entering and
pumping into my horny pussy and within a minute a tremendous orgasm
shot through my body.

After recovering from my state, I read the text.

Hi Mumbai_mom,

Many thanks for your juicy photographs. Every time I see them, my cock
just seem to reach in a state of frenzied animation. I just couldn’t
recall that how many times, I had masturbated fantasizing about you.

However, I am little confused why your son should feel jealous about
your meeting with me. I still feel that it would be nice if we could
meet sometime. Yet, I respect your decision and I’d still love to
exchange mails with you.

Your observation about my fondness for mature women is correct. I too
feel that probably the source of my fantasies is my mother. My mother
is a very beautiful woman and though, she had become plump recently,
she still look gorgeous. I still remember taking bath with her during
my childhood, when she wasn’t wearing any thing at all. She took me as
a little boy, but I always enjoyed watching her soft small boobs and
her charming hairy pussy. Although, she stopped taking bath with me
later, I could never forget her naked body.

I have never admitted it before; when I started masturbating; my first
fantasies were about screwing my mom and I did it for god knows how
many times. I knew, what I was doing was not correct, but I couldn’t
help it. I feel very guilty about it, but I draw immense pleasure in
thinking about her. What do you say?

I am sending my snaps. Hope you gonna like it.

One more thing, you look quite like my mom.

See Ya, Hothamburger

I felt delirious; my son and I, both were sailing in the same boat.
Thankfully, he had not recognized me. I was elated with the knowledge,
that my son fantasize about me and I was still able to arouse a guy of
his age.

I realized, that I would be only a matter of time, before my son would
be between my naked thighs, stuffing his rigid organ into my hungry
pussy. I played with my pussy lips while thinking about my son. ‘Oh…
God.’ I thought. ‘It’s going to be terrific.’ Again, I poked my two
fingers into my pussy.

CHAPTER 3

I looked at my draft reply.

Hello Hothamburger,

Nice to learn about your li’l secret, now I would like to share mine
with you. You had asked, why my son would feel jealous, it’s simple,
because he is my lover also. Yeah, I have been screwing my son since
last year.

After my messy divorce with my husband, I was very lonely and down. My
son took care of me and helped me to stand again on my feet and I
repaid him by offering him my love and my body. Now we fuck regularly
and I enjoy it immensely. And, I don’t feel guilty about it. I don’t
care whether it’s incest or a sin or anything else. I only know that I
love to feel my son’s cock deep inside my pussy. He loves me very much
and takes care of me, like a man looks after his woman, perhaps that
is the reason, why he is so possessive.

I don’t know how are your relationship with your mom, but if you like
your mother sexually, why don’t you explore the possibility. I don’t
see any harm in it. I enjoy fucking my son and I am sure you would
love to fuck your mom.

Thanks for your dripping snaps. I had a wild urge to suck you off. You
have got a nice cock and I am sure your mom would love it.

Mumbai_mom

Very next day I got his response.

Hi, I was not surprised by your secret. The way you wrote your last
mail, I was expecting something like that. It must be a lot of fun to
you.

To be honest, I too feel for my mom in the same way. But, I am not
sure…should I do it or not. My any action could ruin my mother’s life.
You are well aware of our orthodox society. No one will accept such
relationship.

Moreover, I don’t know how my mom feels about me. I am certain, she
would never agree for our incestuous relationship. I feel, it would be
better that I continued with fantasizing and jacking about my mom. At
least no one is getting harmed that way.

Hothamburger

The reply was not very encouraging. My son was fighting with his moral
dilemma. He was experiencing the same mental state; I had passed
through a few months back. I was not depressed; I knew his feelings
towards me. He was concerned about me; and I knew that he was dying to
fuck me, given an opportunity he would simply jump between my thighs.

I replied to his mail and wrote him that it got to be his own choice,
and he only could decide what kind of relationship he wanted to have
with his mom. However, I suggested him to explore about his mother’s
feelings towards him.

I was determined to seduce my son; perhaps a little titillation might
help him to overcome his imbroglio, perhaps a little peek at his
mother’s horny cunt might change his resolve. He got to see his naked
mom, again after so many years.

I had already stopped wearing panties at home. I had also stopped
locking the door while bathing or while changing my clothes. I wished
for him to bump into my room, when I was in most vulnerable situation.
However, that hadn’t happened so far. Naturally, it was the time to
rework on my plans.

Next evening, while watching TV in our living room, I got my chance. I
sat in front of him on the sofa and lifted a magazine from the table.
Pretending to be reading the magazine, I carelessly, lifted my feet
off the ground and put it on the table. Almost immediately, I heard a
mute gasp. I slowly spread my legs apart to allow him a better access.

Feigning to be deeply engrossed into my magazine, I looked at him
through the corner of my eyes. His eyes were bulging in his sockets.
He changed his position on the sofa so that he was sitting directly
opposite to my open legs. He pulled the newspaper in front of his
face. However, I was sure that every now and then, his eyeballs would
roll in my direction, between my open thighs. I remained in that
position, giving him a view of his lifetime.

I let him enjoy my nakedness for some time and then straightened my
legs, keeping them back on floor. He immediately turned his gaze away
from me. He sat there awkwardly, reading the newspaper. Suddenly, he
rose from the sofa and left the room. I calmly watched him go. I was
sure; my son had got a good view of my plump thighs and hairy pussy.

I came out of the room. Rahul’s room appeared locked from inside. I
could easily guess what he was doing inside. I didn’t disturb him. I
went back to the living room and watched TV. After fifteen minutes he
entered in the room. Our eyes met, he immediately turned his gaze. His
face looked flushed. We sat silently watching the TV, till I decided
to retire to my room.

I didn’t have to wait long to know the details. Next day, when I
opened my mailbox, I had a new mail from Hothamburger.

Hi, Last evening, something strange happened which I want to share
with you. I was watching TV with my mom in our living room. Mom was
sitting opposite to me and she was reading a magazine.

Suddenly, she altered her position and put her feet on the centre
table. I was stunned to see that she was not wearing any panties and
her busy cunt was directly visible to me. I just could not believe it;
I was watching the cunt of my dreams. After so many years, I was
witnessing the most coveted thing of my life. Since then I had already
masturbated thrice and right now also my left hand is busy massaging
my cock.

I am very confused; I don’t know what to do. I think I want to fuck my
mom, but I am afraid. May be it was just an accident.

Hothamburger

Just one look at my delicious cunt and my son’s resolve was suddenly
weakening. I felt sympathetic to him, but there was no turning back
for me. I had completely changed into a nymph and could think of
nothing else than his rigid cock plundering my famished pussy. With
each passing day, I was getting more and more frustrated. I was losing
the game, which I had started and I just wanted to finish it at the
earliest.

I wrote my answer.

Hi,

I must congratulate for getting your first peek. I am surprised that
your mom wasn’t wearing any panties. It looks quite odd. Was it an
accident or a deliberate attempt to tell you something? I feel you
must find out what your mom has in her mind.

How are you going to do that, to be frank, I don’t know? It depends
how the things proceed at your end. However, just be watchful. If the
same thing happens again and again, then they are no accidents; your
mom is intentionally displaying her naked beauty to you and trying to
entice you. Don’t wait them and just jump between her thighs.

If you find that your mom is also interested in having sex with you; I
feel your concerns became nonexistent. Give her all the pleasure, she
desires from you…

Sorry, got to hurry up. My son is home today and he is shouting from
the shower. He wants me there. He still enjoys taking bath with her
naked horny mom.

Bye. Mumbai_mom

When I finished my draft, my pussy was wet with anticipation. By the
time my son would read the mail, the second stage of my plan would
have already began, the execution stage. It was time for moving away
from virtual to physical level.

Next morning, I could feel my son’s eyes continuously boring into me.
He must have guessed that I was not wearing any thing beneath my gown
and I found his stares consistently wandering into my curves and
valley vaguely visible through the thin material of my nightgown. I
enjoyed his stares and deliberately created situations that gave him
more and more of my charm.

Next evening, we had a repetition of last evening. From the corner of
my eyes, I watched the expression of deep-rooted lust and total
disbelief on my sons face. This time, I kept my legs slightly apart so
that he could get the most unobstructed view of my hairy pussy and
dripping crack.

I expected him to do something, but nothing of that sort happened.
Probably, he still wanted to make sure. After watching me for sometime
he resigned to his room, to relieve his next load. I was little
disappointed and felt like going to his room and ask him to fuck me
hard and release his hot seed into my hungry pussy.

However, I controlled myself. There was an underlying animal
excitement in our horny game, which kept me from going after my son.
Even though I was frustrated, I was relishing our incestuous game.
Moreover, I wanted my son to make first move and I knew that I
wouldn’t have to wait long.

Next day was a Saturday. Deepak informed me that he would not be
available at home, as he got to receive some visiting delegates from a
firm, with whom he was planning a business tie up. It was nothing new
and after feigning some reluctance, I agreed to his request. I was
happy that he would not be at home throughout the day and I would have
full day alone with my son.

Deepak left for his office at nine. I kissed him goodbye and
immediately went to Rahul’s room. The doors were closed. I pushed it
gently. It was not locked from inside and it opened noiselessly. I
went inside. Rahul was still sleeping on his side, snoring lightly;
his upper body bare and his lower part covered with a sheet. I watched
my son’s youthful face. I had a deep desire to kiss him, to feel his
arms around me.

Suddenly, Rahul changed his position and in the process he threw the
sheet covering his body. I watched in fascination as his naked lower
half opened before me. He didn’t have any shorts on. His eyes were
closed; his thighs spread wide; his one hand was gently holding his
hard on, which was pointing erotically towards the ceiling.

My mouth was suddenly dry. For the first time, I was watching my son’s
grown cock in person. It was a real thing, solid meat of rigid
muscles, much beautiful and delectable from the pictures he had sent
to me. I had a wild urge of pulling the hem of my gown and lower my
dripping pussy over his raging hard on. Oh…God! My cunt was on fire.

I could no longer control myself. I bent and gently struck his cock
with my finger. No response, my son was still snoring. Encouraged, I
lightly touched his bulbous cockhead. I felt the animal heat emanating
from the blunt head of his love tool. It was exhilarating. I could not
resist the temptation and squeezed it lightly.

Rahul’s eyes fell open. Alarmed, I withdrew my fingers from his cock.
He looked at me in surprise and realizing his nakedness, he tried to
cup his bulging organ. However, his hard on was too massive to hid
behind his palms. He somehow managed to hide it from my view.

“Mom you!” He asked.

I noticed that he didn’t try to cover his cock, with the sheet lying
beside him. I was not sure, whether my son had watched me squeezing
his cockhead. He might have been wide-awake, when I entered in his
room.

“I was little worried,” I replied awkwardly. “That why are you
sleeping so late today. Just came to wake you up.”

“Thanks mom.” He watched into my eyes. “I slept very late last night.
I am sorry.”

“You must not sleep this late. It is not good for a young boy like
you. You also missed your morning gym.”

I turned and was about to leave his room, when he suddenly called me
from behind.

“Mom!”

“Yes.” I turned to him.

Rahul was still lying, but he had removed his hands from his cock. I
looked at his face and then to his cock, which was rising from his
thick dark thatch, in all its manly glory. Its foreskin drawn back,
the mushroomed purple knob pointing upward. My throat was suddenly
dry.

“Nothing.” He was smiling.

I immediately realized that my son had played a trick on me. He had
witnessed what I did with his cock. He was wide-awake and watching me,
when I was playing with his cock. The time had arrived to play it
straight.

“You should take proper care of your peepee.” I pointed toward his
swollen cock. “It needs immediate attention.”

“It’s no more a peepee, mom.” His pride was hurt. “Why don’t you take
a closer look and see for yourself.”

I returned to his bed and bending forward, I took the hold of his
cock. I wrapped my fingers along its length and squeezed it lightly. I
felt a wild tremor running through my loins.

“OHHHHHHHH…! Mom…!” He moaned in excitement. “It feels so good.”

I gently massaged his cock, running my fingers along its full length.
His cock seemed to grow more and more in my grip. I fascinatingly
watched its massive thickness, trying to visualize how would it feel
inside my pussy. I felt my juices flowing down my thighs. I pumped his
cock harder.

Before I could proceed further, the doorbell rang, forcing both of us
to recoil. I let his cock go out of my hand.

“Shit.” I was irritated by sudden intrusion. “It must be the
housemaid.”

I opened the door of my son’s room, and turned to him.

“After the maid is gone,” I watched him, as he wrapped himself with
the sheet. “I’m going to take the shower.”

Without waiting for his response, I came out of his room and closed
the doors behind me.

CHAPTER 4

For the first time, I really hated my maidservant. She took almost two
hours to finish her works, and during that whole period I had been
cursing her. Rahul remained in his room, and didn’t come out to see
what was happening.

When she finished her works, I felt relieved. I showed her the door
and carefully locked it from inside. I was now alone in the house with
my son and hopefully, no one else would be troubling us any more.

I immediately went to the bathroom; as usual I left the doors
unlocked. Slowly, I shed my gown and stood naked. I was quivering with
anticipation, my heart pounding fiercely with excitement. I felt my
pussy, it was dripping wet. My thighs, my bush all were covered with
my passion fluids. With trembling hand, I turned on the shower and let
the cold-water fall over my hot horny body.

The door opened noiselessly. Rahul was standing at the door, his eyes
feasting at his mother’s naked charm. Without any attempt to hide my
nakedness, I continued with my shower, giving him an uninterrupted
view of my naked fleshy body, my soft spongy boobs, my plump thighs
and my thickly covered wet thatch. He was still naked and his hand was
continuously playing with his rigid cock.

“Sorry to disturb you mom.” He smiled. “Got to take a pee.”

Without waiting for my answer, he moved to the commode and directed
his cock to it and released his pee. I watched his cock head ejecting
a golden yellow jet into the commode. I had never seen a man peeing
before, not even my husband. He always did it in his privacy.

It was a terrific view. I felt my cunt twitching with illimitable
thrill. I felt like asking him to pee over my naked body, over my
face, over my cunt and everywhere. I shook my head with disgust. I
could not believe, that I was actually thinking of drinking my son’s
pee. ‘Holy shit! What’s happening to me?” I thought.

Rahul was finished pissing. He had been continuously watching me with
his wicked grin. He gently shook his cock and let the final drops land
into the commode. He flushed the toilet and turned to me.

“Mom I’m already late for my shower. If you don’t mind, I’d like you
join you?”

I watched as he moved closer to be and tried to stand below the
shower. The flow in the shower was not enough to accommodate both of
us. Realizing that, he put his arms around my naked hips and pulled me
into him. I felt his rigid cock nudging into my pubic region.

“I don’t think we had any other option mom.” He whispered into my ear.
“We got to bathe like this only.”

I felt his hot breath over my shoulder, as he touched my ear with his
lips. Slowly, he traced to my open lips, and planted his lips over
mine. We kissed for a very long time. It was not the kiss of a son to
his mother; it was the kiss of a man who was ready to seduce his
ladylove. It was a very passionate kiss. I could not recall; when did
I kiss my husband like this.

Rahul’s pelvis was moving gently, thrusting and rubbing his cock
erotically into my bushy cunt. He continued gripping me by one hand
and moved his other hand to my inflamed cunt, roughly rubbing my
swollen cunt lips.

“Oh…mom.” He broke the kiss, but let his lips remain on my lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you.”

“Go ahead son,” I replied hoarsely. “Mama is dying to feel you inside
her.”

He immediately turned off the shower and helped me to lie down on the
bathroom floor. In a moment I was stretched out on the floor, my
thighs wide open, ready for its first intrusion by my own son’s cock.
He positioned himself between my astride thighs, took his cock into
his hand and gently guided its bulbous head to my welcoming cunt lips.

I felt his cock head nudging at my entrance and immediately become
aware of my pouty pussy lips spreading to accommodate his massive
organ. With the first thrust, his cock head entered into my pussy. I
relished my son’s first intrusion into my pussy. Rahul was unaware of
my thought, as he pushed again, harder this time buried the full
length of his cock inside me, his balls coming to rest against my ass
cheeks.

“OHHHHHH…!” I cried with lust. I was suddenly living my fantasy; my
own son’s cock was deep inside me, filling me completely.

Without waiting, he started humping furiously. He didn’t wait to be
gentle with his mom. He pumped me with his brutal strength, making me
cry with ecstasy. I was enjoying his animal thrusting.

Suddenly, his face contorted and he tried to move away from me.
Pulling his cock out of my hungry pussy, he tried to squeeze the base
of his cock, obviously in an attempt to stop his ejaculation. But, he
was late. His cock erupted and spewed his hot seed over my pussy and
belly. Reluctantly, he watched his cock, ejecting drop after drop of
his semen, filling my pubic region with his hot load.

After emptying his balls, Rahul sat beside me. His looked
disappointed. Naturally, it was not a dream debut for him. I too was
feeling unfulfilled, but I could appreciate the reasons for his
failure.

“I am sorry, mom.” He mumbled with regret.

I sat beside him, pulling his naked body near to me.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, son.” I tried to console him.
“It’s perfectly natural, and as far as I know, it happens to almost
every one.”

“No mom I should’ve been careful.” He was not convinced.

“Look son,” I kissed his cheeks. “It happens to every one. Do you
know, that you did better than your dad?”

“What do you mean?” He looked somber, but I could feel his hand gently
gripping my boobs, his fingers pinching my teat.

“Your dad had shot his load, even before entering me.” I caressed his
limp cock. “That way you did much better. Don’t worry, your peepee is
going to make mama very happy.”

“Its not peepee.” He shouted and we both laughed together.

The expressions on his face soothed. I let him lie on the floor and
pushed his thighs apart. I bent my head near his thighs, his prick
inches away from my mouth. My hand was still playing with his soft
cock, gently pulling and squeezing it.

I intently watched his flaccid dick, wobbling in my hand. I caressed
its length and admired its beauty. I squeezed its soft purple head
drawing a last drop of cum at the tip. I had a very strong urge to
take his cock into my mouth, to suck my first cock. I bent forward and
lightly kissed his peehole. The drop of cum glued to my lips. I licked
my lips and tasted his cum sticking to it. Not bad. I bent my head
again and took his cock head between my lips and sucked it gently. My
lips flicked across his peehole, licking the remains of his cum form
his cock head. I gulped it down with my saliva. I liked it and I
wanted more.

I took his flaccid cock between my fingers and engulfed his whole
length into my mouth, sucking it like a tasty lollypop. Rahul moaned
with passion. I could feel stirring in his cock. His cock suddenly
started swelling in my mouth. Rahul moaned loudly and ran his fingers
through my hair, pulling my face nearer to his cock.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. It was semi erect and with every
passing second it was growing in proportion. I kneeled before him and
positioned myself in such a way that my lower abdomen was facing his
face. He was now facing my cum coated pussy.

I massaged his cock by running my grip along his cock length. The feel
of his cock in my hands was ecstatic. Bending my head, again I took
his throbbing rod into my wet mouth. His cock had regained its
hardness and it completely filled my mouth. I relished the feel of a
thick cock in my mouth. I adjusted my hair and looked into my son’s
eyes. He was intently watching me sucking his cock, his face showing
the signs of extreme pleasure.

I felt his hand traveling to my pubic region. His fingers played with
the curly hair of my thick raven bush. He wound the hair around his
playing fingers, gently pulling and releasing it, imparting a gentle
pricking sensation into my pubic region.

I felt my son’s fingers gently exploring my cunt, rubbing the soft
folds, tracing the length of my wet slit, smearing the cum into my
hair. He poked his index finger inside my inner folds, gently sliding
it deep into my recess. I cried with delight as his finger entered
into my hot ravine and squeezed his cock hard.

“Ohhhh…! Mom,” He whispered hoarsely. “You cunt is so hot.”

Rahul started fingering my cunt furiously, causing my cunt to release
its juices in abundance. I was sucking him harder trying to hasten his
second ejaculation. I could feel that it wouldn’t be long before Rahul
would start shooting his load.

Suddenly, Rahul withdrew his fingers out of my snatch but, right away,
replacing by his tongue. I felt as his delicate tongue licked my cum
coated bush. He ran his tongue along the length of my hairy crack and
playfully flicked my sensitive clit. My body was twisted with utmost
delight. He again, inserted his two fingers back into my dripping
pussy.

Within few seconds the moment arrived. Rahul bucked forward, thrusting
his cock deeper in my mouth, his body suddenly stiff. With an animal
cry he plunged forward and shot his load in my mouth. I immediately
pulled his cock out of my mouth, and let his thick juice splash across
my face. I watched as his little peehole jerked again and again,
spitting white drops of cum which landed over different parts of my
face, my lips, my cheeks, my chin and even on my eyelids.

Never before, a cock had shot upon my face. I had always thought it to
be disgusting. Contrary to my belief, it was an exquisite feeling,
feeling of my face getting drenched with my son’s downpour. I reeled
with the terrific joy. I hungrily gulped the first shot of my son’s
cum, which he had shot into my mouth and tried to lick the cum off my
lips. It was a delicious feeling.

My son’s fingers were still thrusting furiously inside my pussy. His
tongue was flicking across tiny clit and his two fingers were pumping
my hot pussy with all ferocity. Reeling with excitement, I waited for
my moment of liberation, and soon a shattering orgasm overwhelmed my
body. My cunt lips quivered involuntarily around his poking fingers;
my cunt juices continued flowing out of my slit, filling my son’s
mouth with my love juices.

I took my son’s cock into my mouth and sucked him dry. His cock was
losing its hardness. Rahul continued slurping at my pussy, sucking the
juices off my pussy.

After a while we separated. I changed my position and turned my face
toward him. His lips were wet with my juices. I kissed him deeply on
his lips’ licking off the traces of my pussy juices. Rahul put his
arms around me and pushed me into his embrace.

“You don’t know mom…” He whispered to me. “How much I enjoyed it.
You’re just fantastic.”

“You too son.” I replied, again kissing and licking his lips. “I just
have had a wonderful time.”

I pulled him back into my embrace, rubbing my horny pussy against his
deflated cock. I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside my still
dripping pussy. However, I knew that he had already spent twice and he
would need some time to recuperate. Reluctantly, I released my grip
from his body.

“Let’s finish our shower.”

Rahul stood and turned on the shower. I closed my eyes and felt the
cold water drenching once more, my naked burning body. I was in
terrific heat; even the cold water was unable to quench my smoldering
desire for my son’s massive cock into my pussy.

We showered together, reviving our long forgotten past, when we used
to take bath together. The only difference was, that my naked little
kid had grown into a handsome young man; his arms were around me, and
he was kissing me, fondling me, teasing me endlessly.

It was perhaps, the most erotic shower of my life. I tried to recall
whether I had enjoyed my showers with Deepak with the same intensity.
I could not even recollect, when did the last time, my husband and I
shower together. It seemed like an era.

After finishing our bath, we took our turn to dry each other’s body.
Rahul gently rubbed my wet body with the towel, his hands moving
erotically over the flabby curves. He paid special attention to my
cunt and ass, massaging the parts with the gentle rigorousness. When
he finished drying me, my whole body was flushed; partly because of
the kneading it had received from my son’s deft hands, and partly due
to the animal heat emanating from my horny body.

Rahul handed me the towel. Using the same technique, my son employed
with me a few moments ago; I rubbed his naked body. I scrubbed his
hair, then proceed to knead his face, his neck and his torso. I rubbed
his dark curly thatches and gently took his cock into my hand. To my
delight, it was again showing the signs of revival.

I covered his semi erect cock into the towel, and massaged it by
running my hands along its length. I removed the towel from his cock
and took it into my hand, pulling its foreskin back, exposing his
bulbous purple colored glans. I lovingly watched his virile tool, on
the way to recovering its lost glory. I could not resist the
temptation; bent my head and took his cock head into my mouth.

“OHHHHH…!” I could hear him groan in pleasure.

I didn’t want him to squander again in my mouth, so I withdrew my
lips. I proceeded to dry his ass. Running the towel along his tight
hairy crack, I pinched his taut ass cheeks and heard him squeal with
pleasure. Finally, I was through with him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I bundled the towel, and dropped it into the washing machine. I came
out of bathroom, my son silently following me, his cock back to its
full strength, sticking like a thick pole from his dark thatches.
CHAPTER 5

I sat on my bed. Rahul stood in front of me. I watched his now rigid
cock hovering inches away from my lips. I gently took hold of his cock
and pulled him near to me. I kissed his cock head and ran my tongue
over it, covering it with a coat of my saliva.

Rahul dig his fingers into my shoulder, pulling my face closer to his
cock, inserting his complete length into my sucking mouth. His pelvis
began thrusting in a slow to and fro motion and I could feel his cock
gently fucking my mouth. I began to luxuriate in the exquisite
sensations.

I grabbed his both hands and directed them to my soft spongy boobs.
Rahul began to fondle and pinch my nipples, occasionally tweaking at
my teats. Soon, my breasts were buzzing with erotic frenzy, my areoles
hard and erect under playful stimulations from my son.

I would have loved to continue and watch him ejaculate once again in
my hungry mouth. However, my famish pussy was eagerly begging for my
son’s cock, and it was obvious that if I could not let go this
opportunity.

I pulled his saliva-covered cock out of my mouth and try to push his
body away from me. He halfheartedly withdrew and waited for my next
move. I stood and asked him to lie on my bed. He sat on the side of my
bed and slowly stretched his body. I put a pillow below his head and
helped him to be supine on my bed.

He was now stretched over the bed, his rock hard cock jetting out of
his dark thatches, erected like a mast. He had sensed what the future
had in store for him, and he was watching me with eagerness. I mounted
the bed and straddled his lean athletic body between my plump thighs.

I took hold of his massive cock and lowered my cunt till his cock head
came into contact with my wet bush. I rubbed his stiff organ along my
dripping crack and slowly guided its bulbous head into my horny
recess. My cunt was overflowing with my juices, therefore, his cock
didn’t face any resistance.

My cuntlips unfurled to accommodate his impending organ and in just
one go his whole cock length was buried deep into my pussy; I could
feel my ass cheeks touching his balls. For the second time in a day,
my son’s cock was engulfed by the soft muscles of my hungry cunt; in
the most forbidden embrace between a mother and her son.

“OHHHHHH…!” Rahul moaned. “Mom you’re so hot inside.”

I took my time to relish the feel of his massive cock inside my pussy.
It was the most terrific feeling and I was simply reeling with
delight. I bent my body and hold his shoulders and started working my
cunt up and down over his eager manhood. With every humping of my
hips, my stiff tits were dangling erotically over my son’s face.

Rahul lifted his head off the pillow and took one of my swinging boobs
in his mouth. He sucked furiously, while his hips moved slowly in
response to my rhythmic thumping. He put his hands around my naked
waist and pulled me into him, causing his cock to pierce more deeply
inside my pussy.

Our rhythm was slow at first, but as it proceed, the thumping and
pumping grew stronger and stronger. Our bodies began to move harder
and fuck faster. I was groaning and mumbling loudly and was panting
with my efforts.

Rahul’s condition was no better than mine; he too was gasping for air.
His balls had been drained twice before our copulation, this seemed to
have prolonged his ejaculation, and he was still going very strong,
probably in a bid to make up for his first early ejaculation.

I realized my impending orgasm; I could not take any further and
slumped over his naked chest, rubbing my naked tits over his chest.
Rahul grabbed my colossal ass cheeks and pulled them apart with all
ferocity, continued thrusting his cock with all his brutal strength.

“AHHHHH…!” I cried with pain and ecstasy. “Fuck mama. F…U…C…K
MEEEEEE…!”

All of a sudden, Rahul forced his index finger into my anus. I
realized its painful intrusion. I could feel his finger moving in and
out of my sphincter; it was a new feeling but very delicious. I
enjoyed the feel of two intruders in my both the openings.

‘Mom, you’re such a nice cunt.” He was out of breath, gasping for air.
He continued pumping his hard on into my pussy. Finally I felt it
begin.

“OHHHH…!” I wailed with extreme rapture. “I AM
CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNING…!”

The very moment, I felt his body becoming stiff. He lunged forward
forcing his cock into my deepest recess and began spurting inside my
hungry pussy. He remained motionless as his cock squirted his load
into me. His cum splashed across my cunt muscles, causing my head to
spin with immense pleasure.

My body was shaking with the excitement, his spurting cock was
imparting into my loins. I cried and clutched him into my embrace.
Soon, his cock stopped ejaculating; I remained there, my head resting
against his chest, his cock still buried inside me; both of us,
desperately trying to catch our breath.

Satisfied, I rolled of his body. His cum slicked cock moved out of my
cunt with a soft sloshy sound. I watched as his cock slowly lost its
hardness, and finally it nestled against his thighs. A last drop of
cum slowly seeped out of his peehole.

I got down from the bed and stood at its side. I could sense my son’s
cum oozing out of my cunt. As I stood, I felt a drop suddenly dripped
out of my cunt and landed over my feet. I walked towards my dressing
table, looked at my reflection in the full size mirror. I watched my
body glowing in the most sensuous afterglow under the effect of
tremendous fuck; I had just received from my son.

I watched in the mirror, as Rahul descended from the bed and followed
me. He stood behind me, pulling my warm body into a deep embrace. I
could feel his flaccid cock poking against my anus. With one hand he
gently cupped my breast and his other hand traveled to my pussy,
gently opening the lips of my cunt, feeling the juices dripping out of
my slit.

“Mom,” He whispered in my ears, gently spreading the dripping juices
over my bush. “It was wonderful. You are fantastic mom.”

Turning my head backwards, I kissed him.

“It was the best sex, I had for quite some time. You’ve made mama very
happy. It’s a very long time since I’ve felt like this. Your dad don’t
seem to like me nowadays, probably I ain’t look beautiful any more.”

“No mom,” He let his hand move off my body. “You’re still the most
beautiful woman in the world, you were always the woman of my dreams,
woman of my desire. And believe me mom, these…” He sensuously caressed
my flashy tummy and plump thighs and pointed toward my reflection in
the mirror. “Has made you even more desirable.” He kissed me on my
shoulder.

I was flattered. His remarks made my face to lit up; I smiled and
returned his kiss.

“Mama is happy son, mama is very happy.” I said.

I turned toward my son and we kissed, in a very passionate way. I
thrust my tongue inside his open mouth and he sucked my tongue with
fervor. His hand continued playing with my pussy, alternately
twitching my pubic hair and running his fingers along my dripping
slit.

Finally, I broke the kiss.

“We should stop now.” I drew his attention to his limp shaft. “Your
friend needs some time to recuperate, before it could plunder your
mom’s pussy again.”

“What’re we going to do till then?”

“Lets go out. I want to roam around the city with you. Lets celebrate
our love.”

So, we washed and changed. Rahul insisted me to wear one of my tight
fitting jeans and a shirt. I had purchased that jeans, when I was not
so plump. Miraculously, it still fitted to me.

“Mom, your buns look so tempting.” Still completely naked, Rahul
grabbed my buns and squeezed them tightly. “I’d love to eat them.”

I slapped his hands, forcing them to release their grip.

“Just keep your hands off me.” I turned to him and scolded him in mock
anger. “You can have your treat when we return, and take care of this
little fellow.” I pointed towards his cock, which was showing the
signs of resurgence. “Don’t let it spend into your pants. I want it
ready.”

We came out of our apartment. I locked the front door. Our apartment
is at the eights floor of the building. We took the elevator and went
to the basement. Rahul brought my car from the parking. I let Rahul
drive the car and sat beside him.

As soon as the car was on the road, Rahul released his one hand from
the steering wheel and ran his hand between my thighs.

“I think you should concentrate more on the driving.” I slapped him on
the wrist. “I don’t like the idea of making love with you in a
lockup.”

He smiled at me, but removed his hands from my thighs. We drove around
the city aimlessly. I asked him to take me to a famous shopping mall.
I did a lot of purchasing, mainly gifts and clothes for my son and
myself. While I shopped, Rahul disappeared in the mall. After
finishing my purchases, I went out of the mall. Rahul was already at
the entrance, waiting for me.

“Where were you son?”

“This is for you mom.” He handed me a pack, properly wrapped.

“What’s this?”

“I gift for you mom?”

“That I can see, but what’s inside.”

“You can see for yourself, when we return home.” He grinned wickedly.

I could see the mischief in his eyes. However, I didn’t press the
matter. We ate out lunch at a nice restaurant. I was ready to return,
but Rahul brought up the idea of watching a movie. So, we decided to
watch a movie.

I bought the tickets of an evening show. We had nothing to do and the
weather was hot out side, so we remained there at the movie theater,
waiting for the film to start. Rahul brought two cans of coke; we sat
in the waiting lounge, sipping our coke. There were people around us,
so we deliberately avoided talking nasty, and indulged in casual chat,
harmless talk between a mom and her son.

Finally, the doors opened and we were allowed to enter in the hall. We
took our seats. There was not much crowd in the hall and our seat was
so positioned that once the movie started, we were virtually sitting
in complete isolation.

As soon as the film started, Rahul let his hand slide between my
thighs.

“What are you doing, mister.” I scolded him, but squeezed his palm
between my thighs. .

“Nothing mom.” He whispered and fumbled with the zipper of my jeans.
“Just wanna see the color of your panties.”

“Never knew that you can see in the dark.”

“My fingers can.” He murmured, slowly unzipping the chain of my
zipper.

I felt his finger slowly moving through the small opening. I released
my grip over his palm and spread my thighs. His fingers touched my
cunt through the linen of my cotton panties. Gently, pulling the
elastic band, he inserted his fingers inside and touched the bare lips
of my pussy.

“You’re dripping mom.” He played with my clit, teasing and rubbing
them between his fingers.

I stopped my breath. I couldn’t concentrate what was going on the
screen. I blankly watched the screen, which was showing the hero and
heroine in a passionate embrace. However, my mind busy savoring the
unfathomable pleasure my son’s deft fingers were imparting into my
cunt and in my body. It took my all will power to suppress my moan,
when the orgasm hit me.

Rahul withdrew his hands out and pulled the zipper back into the
place. He took my hand and put his hand between his thighs. Holy shit!
His cock was already out of his pants, standing upright, throbbing
with excitement.

I started massaging his cock, slowly running my palm along the length
of his hard on. Rahul put his hands on my shoulder and pulled me
forward. He slid his body forward and brought his erect cock close to
my lips. I opened my lips and slowly engulfed his cock inside my
mouth.

I just could not believe what was happening. I must be crazy to suck
my son’s cock in an open public place. I was behaving like a perfect
slut. However, the idea was so tantalizing, it drove me wild and I
sucked his cock furiously with animal frenzy.

I ran my tongue along his cock length and searched for his balls. It
was inside his pants. I unbuckled his belt and opened the top button
of his pants and pulled his underwear down. His balls were in open
now. I continued sucking his cock, while my hand played and squeezed
his balls.

I was aware of his cock suddenly bulging inside my mouth. My son was
reaching his zenith. I was ready to feast upon his cum as suddenly
heard him whimper hoarsely.

“Please stop mom. I’m gonna shoot.”

I reluctantly let go his cock slid out of my mouth. I withdrew myself
back to my seat.

“I’m sorry mom, but I want to be ready for the night.”

“No problem son, I can understand.” I was little disappointed but I
didn’t show it.

He pulled his pant back in position. We sat silently and watched the
movie. However, my mind was continuously reeling with erotic
exhilaration and I could not follow the movie thereafter.

When the movie was over, we came out of hall. I was not enthusiastic
about going back to home and cook the dinner, therefore, we took our
dinner at a restaurant.

Finally, we decided to return our apartment. I drove the car this
time. Rahul sat beside me, his hand continuously nudging between my
thighs, feeling my hot pussy from above the cloth of my jeans. I tried
to control my composure and continued with my driving. However, my
whole body was burning with a fiery passion.

CHAPTER 6

I dropped Rahul at the gate of our building and went on to park the
car in the basement. When I reached back, he was standing near the
lift, waiting for it to descend.

We reached our apartment. I opened the door lock. Rahul pushed open
the front door and entered into our living room. I followed him. He
put all the shopping bags on the sofa, turned and locked the door from
inside, properly fixing door latch from inside. I watched his hurried
activity; he was making sure that no one, not even my husband, should
barge into our apartment when he would be servicing his horny mom with
his massive tool.

Once again after making sure that the door is locked from inside, he
lifted the bags and together we moved to my bedroom. I was feeling
little tired, so simply stretched over the bed.

Rahul dropped the bags on the floor. He undid his shoes and joined me
in the bed, cuddling behind me, puling me into his embrace. I could
feel is bulging front nagging into my back. I turned my face and we
kissed passionately. Rahul cupped my breast with his hand and gently
squeezed it, trying to catch the teat between his finger and thumb.

I kissed my son, passionately, French kissing him. He opened the front
of my jeans and slid his hand inside, cupping my pussy. He felt the
wet lips of my cunt, through my panties and slowly traced his fingers
along its swollen lips.

“Let’s get rid of our clothes.” I broke his hug and moved down from
the bed to remove my clothes.

Rahul jumped from the bed. With a lightening speed he undid his
clothes and within seconds he was standing before me completely naked.
I fascinatingly watched his rigid cock. Jetting from his dark
thatches, it sticking up in the air. His foreskin drawn back, a drop
of precum was clearly visible at the tip of his peehole. My mouth
watered, and I felt like taking that magnificent piece of muscles into
my hungry mouth.

I got down from the bed, and was about to stat removing my shirt; when
Rahul pulled a packet from the bag. I recalled that it was the gift,
which he had purchased for me.

“Would you try it mom.” He handed me the packet; he was smiling
mischievously.

I took the pack and opened it. My son had gifted me a most flimsy
piece of undergarments. It appeared even smaller than those worn by
the actresses in some Hollywood movies. Few days back, I could not
have even thought of wearing those clothes, in front of my husband. I
felt excited about flaunting my body in front of my son, in those tiny
pieces of clothes.

“Do I change right here.” I asked him.

“No mom.” He replied. “I don’t want to kill the interest. I’m going
out. You change and call me back.”

He opened the side door of my bedroom, which was opening to our
terrace and went out side. I quickly striped and put on those tiny
pink colored bra and panties. I watched my reflection in the mirror.

Good heavens! The woman in the mirror was a totally different woman.
The panty was barely able to cover my cunt. The hair of my dense dark
bush was peeping out of the sides. I turned around and looked at my
back. I could see only a strip of cloth passing through my anal crack
and my massive buns were totally uncovered.

My boobs are not very large; yet the bra was not able to cover it
fully. My boobs were bulging out of the tight grip of the bra, and it
appeared bursting out of cleavage and tighter. I liked my look in the
mirror. I think I always had a little bit of narcissism in me.

I didn’t call Rahul back to the room; rather I opened the door and
entered the terrace. He was standing near the iron-grilled fence,
waiting for my call. The lights at the terrace were off. However, it
was full moon night and the terrace was well illuminated in a silvery
white light.

He watched me silently; I could feel his eyes feasting on my seminude
body. He was watching me so intently that I felt my cheeks flush. He
moved near me; took be into his arms and carried me to the open area
on the terrace. I was now in open moonlight. We again kissed.

I gripped the iron railings and from my eighth floor terrace, I looked
at the road passing in front of our building, Queen’s necklace, that’s
what they call it. The road was well illuminated, and even at that
hour there was plenty of traffic, lot of people strolling along the
footpath at the side of sea.

I was certain that no one from the road would be able to see, what was
happening at our terrace. I looked in the direction of the balcony of
adjacent building. It was completely dark and apparently our neighbors
were safely locked inside their air-conditioned room.

I felt the cool breeze from the sea and my body shivered
involuntarily. It was a period of low tide and the seawater appeared
still and calm. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to fuck my son, at
the open terrace.

Rahul was standing close to me; his hands were gripping my massive
buns. I felt him stooping behind me and sensed his lips over my buns.
I sighed with excitement. He squatted behind me and started nibbling
my buns, gently biting and releasing them alternately.

“Ohhhh…what are you doing honey.” I felt his hot breath over my buns.

His breath grew closer to my crack and he ran his tongue along my
anus, covered by a thin shred of cloth. He inserted his finger inside
the band of my tiny panties and pulled it out of my leg. I took my
hand to my back, unfastened the bra and let it slide along my body, to
the floor. I was burning with a wild desire. I wanted to feel his
tongue in my ass.

“Lick my ass, honey.” I cried, thrusting my ass backward.

I again, gripped the railing, completely naked, feeling the cold sea
breeze caressing my body in a most subtle way. Rahul spread my ass
cheeks and gently pushed his tongue to my puckered hole.

“OHHHHHH…! GOODDDDD…!” I moaned as his moist tongue touched my
sphincter.

My pussy was dripping with ecstasy. I felt his tongue travel to my
cunt region, lapping at my pussy and then again coming back to my
anus. He dipped his two fingers inside my pussy and daubed it with my
hot juices. He brought his fingers to my ass and spread the juices
over my tingling ass hole. Again, he forced his tongue over my
asshole, licking and slurping the juices from the tiny hole.

I was reeling with enjoyment. And then I realized that I wanted him
deep inside my sphincter.

“Fuck me, Rahul. Fuck me.” I begged to him. “Fuck my ass.”

He decided to oblige me, as he stood from his place. He wetted his
index finger with my cunt juice and then forced his finger deep inside
my anus. I felt a pang of pain, as his finger traveled deep inside my
rectum. I was the same pain, which I had felt in the morning, but I
enjoyed the sudden spasm.

Once his finger was completely inside me, he started thrusting his
finger in and out of me like a tiny cock. I wobbled with excitement. I
could feel my wetness now flowing out of my cunt.

Rahul continued working with my anus. All of a sudden, he pulled his
finger out of my ass. Before I could realize, he fingers were again at
my anal entrance, this time he was trying to insert two fingers. My
sphincter was ready to accommodate anything and it unfurled easily to
let his sliding fingers move into its deepest gorge. Rahul pumped his
two fingers furiously into my ass.

I thought I would die of the terrific stimulation; I was receiving
from my son’s adroit fingers. I was begging for more and more. I
desperately wanted his cock inside me.

“Fuck mama, son.” I pleaded again. “Please fuck me.”

Rahul pulled his fingers out of my rectum. He carefully adjusted my
position so that I was in a stooping position. He was now ready to
take me from behind. I felt his hand gently guiding his cock head at
the opening of my dripping cunt.

Slowly, he pushed forward and I felt his cock entering into my hot
pussy.

“OHHHHH…! God!” I wailed loudly, closing my eyes in ecstasy. Rahul
forced his cock fully inside my cunt and started pumping it in and out
of my hungry cunt. I tightened my grip over the railing and enjoyed
him thumping. I was howling unashamedly, totally disregarding the
surrounding. I relished the feel of my pussy lips opening and closing
alternately to accommodate his massive organ. I was simply on cloud
nine.

Suddenly, Rahul bent his head near to me and whispered in my ear.

“Mom. I wanna fuck your ass.” He was panting with effort.

“You’re most welcome honey, fuck me anywhere you feel like.”

Rahul withdrew his cock from my pussy. He sat back on his heels and
opening my ass cheeks he buried his face between them, his tongue
rapidly fluttering at my anal opening. He deposited a large chunk of
his saliva over my hole and with his tongue he spread it over my
opening, trying to lubricate my tiny anal aperture.

He stood from his position and gently rubbed the swollen head his
mammoth cock against my little crack. I waited in anticipation. The
terrace was in complete silence, occasionally broken by the blaring of
passing cars on the road.

He applied my pussy juices over his cock and guided its tip to my
welcoming anus. Slowly he pushed forward, overcoming the resistance
offered by my tiny hole, the cockhead entered my anus triumphantly.

“AHHHHHHHHHH…!” I cried with pain, as his massive cock entered my
virgin ass.

My hands gripped the railing with all strength. He stayed there in the
same position and waited for the pain to ease off. My ass hole was
stretched to the limit, but surprisingly the pain diminished very soon
and I was ready to feel his next assault.

Realizing that I was ready, again he pushed forward; burying further
his cock into my ass. He then withdrew a little and again pumped back,
inserting some more length of his cock inside me. He worked in that
way, inserting and pulling his cock in and out of my ass till his
complete cock length was buried inside my rectum. My rectum felt fully
stuffed with his massive organ.

I took my hand back and tried to feel his cock. All I could feel was
the hairy base of his organ and his hairy sacks hanging just at the
end of my ass. I could not believe that I had swallowed his entire
cock length into my anus.

“Oh God!” I cried. “I never knew this could be so much fun. Fuck my
ass, please fuck me.” Rahul obliged my by pumping his cock in and out
of my rectum. I thrust my hip backward to meet his cadenced pounding.
Initially, his rhythm was slow and he fucked my ass in a subtle way,
probably afraid to hurt my ass. However, soon he realized that I was
enjoying his hammering and he increased his tempo.

I was raving with the pleasure, my son’s brutal thrusting were
imparting into my body. My hips were continuously pumping back as my
son’s pelvis moved forward. I could feel my anal muscles expanding and
contracting every other second under his ruthless poundings. I had
lost control over my emotion, and with every thrust, I was yelling
loudly; hoping that neighbors would not listen my passionate shrieks
under the hum of their air-conditioners.

My pussy was flowing like an open canal. Rahul’s fingers were boring
into the flesh of my hips. His poundings were reaching to a crescendo.
I could feel the lava building into me. It was an entirely different
feeling.

“Oh…mom!” Rahul was out of his breath. “I’m gonna shoot.”

I wanted to shout and tell him to fill my ass with his hot seed. But,
the words didn’t come out of my mouth. I screamed as my body sudden
became stiff and the orgasm shot through my loins.

“AHHHHHHHHH…!” It’s all that I could mutter.

Rahul impaled his cock for the final time, burying it deep into my
ass. He cried noisily and started pouring his semen deep inside my
anal cavity. His cock throbbed again and again, filling his juices
into my ass. I raved at the feel of his cock jerking and ejaculating
inside me. It was a delicious feeling, altogether different from my
earlier experiences.

Slowly, the throbbing stopped. His cock was not shooting any more.
Rahul took a deep sigh and let his body collapse over my back. He
appeared short of breath, desperately trying for a lungful of air. His
cock shrunk and moved out of my ass. My hands were no more able to
support my weight, finally I gave up and we both collapsed over the
floor.

We remained there on the floor, lying beside each other. Slowly the
breathing became normal. I got up and sat beside him, supporting my
weight against the fence of the terrace. I could feel his thick gluey
cum sticking between my ass cheeks. Rahul didn’t try to move from his
place.

“That was fantabulous, mom.” He smiled at me. “When are we going to do
that again?”

“Don’t you think of any thing else?” I scolded him in feigned anger.
“You should learn to treat your mom more delicately.” I placed his
hand over my aching ass. “ Look, you’ve made my ass so sore, it’s
hurting.”

“I’m sorry mom.” He smiled with triumph. “But it’s beyond my control,
whenever I see you naked, I simply forget everything. You’re such a
nice fuck.”

I was about to pick my bra and panties from the floor, when I saw a
car entering into our building. I immediately realized that Deepak
might be coming home any time.

‘Hurry up, dad may be home any time.”

It was enough for him to forget his laziness. He jumped to his feet
and we dashed to the bedroom. I locked the room from inside, while
Rahul picked his clothes and scurried to his room. I quickly put a
nightgown and dumped my clothes into the washing machine. I put off
the lights and left only one night lamp on.

My hunch was right, as within few minutes I heard the doorbell.
Apparently, Rahul had opened the door and I heard the brief
conversation between him and Deepak. I jumped into the bed and covered
myself with a sheet. A moment later my bedroom’s door opened and
Deepak entered.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be sound asleep; he didn’t disturb
me and directly went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had already
changed. He lay beside me and within seconds he was snoring. I felt
pity on him, for having cheated with him. Anyway, I was reeling with
the tremendous fuck sessions I had had with my son and I didn’t feel
much remorseful. After all, he himself was responsible for it. I
closed my eyes and immediately went to sleep.

Deepak was fast asleep when I woke up next morning. I left the bed and
went to my son’s room. He was also sound asleep. I knew both of them
are not going to get up early, as it was Sunday.

I immediately went to Rahul’s study and connected to the net. I had to
conclude an unfinished task. I opened my mailbox. It had a message
from Hothamburger.

Hi,

Just a quick one, I did it with my mom tonight. It was really
fantastic. I would write you in detail later.

Hothamburger

I wrote my last message.

Hi friend,

Congratulations to you for finally being able to fuck your mom. How
did it feel like fulfilling you long cherished fantasy? I am sure you
must have enjoyed it immensely and will continue to explore new
horizons of sexual awakening with your sexy mother.

I have a little news for you. Recently I met a wonderful man, and I
didn’t know how I again fell in love. I am going to marry him next
week. My son is little disappointed, but he has told me that he would
not come into my way, if I continue to sleep with him occasionally. He
is planning to shift to a hostel now.

After my marriage, I’ll not be accessing my current mailbox. So you
may assume this as my last mail. I know you’d be disappointed, but
that you now have your real mom with you and she would take good care
of your every need.

I just want to say goodbye to you. Enjoy the fun of most forbidden
fruit with your mom and fulfill all your fantasies.

Got to go now. If I ever decided to again use my current mailbox, I’ll
definitely write you.

Mumbai_mom.

I pressed the send button and watched the message flicker way from the
screen. I took a deep breath and disconnect the net.

It was the time for Mumbai_mom to fade into oblivion.