An Affair With Mom

Note: This is a FICTIONAL tale of Incest. For suggestions and comments, get in touch with me at [email protected]
“Your dad should have been here by now.” mom said looking at the clock that had struck 8pm.

“It’s okay mom,” I said reassuring her, “he must be busy at work. You know how it is.”

Mom began to sob uncontrollably. “Hey, it’s alright mom. I have a month before I go back to college! We can go out anytime now!” I hugged mom and reassured her.

“It’s not that.” mom said, wiping away her tears with the edge of her saree and composing herself. “It’s your first day back home, and I really wanted him to be here.”
“I know. I know, mom. Relax”

“Your father is having an affair.” Mom blurted out, the tears were flowing freely.

“What?!”
“With his secretary Reema.” Mom hugged me tightly and began crying into my shoulders.

I had met Reema a couple of times. She was a 24 year old hot bombshell, and she knew it too. No man who saw her could control himself. Heck, even I remember jerking off thinking about her both time we met. She was always in tight clothes that showed off her perfect hourglass figure. Plus she was extremely flirty. I couldn’t really blame dad for falling for her.

“Your father has always been like this. I should have never married him.” mom said, still crying.

I gently held mom’s chin and lifted her head. “Hey now, if you weren’t ‘married to him I wouldn’t be born.” I said and smiled at her. I gently kissed her forehead, which seemed to calm her down. Mom hugged me tighter. I moved down and kissed her cheeks. My thumb brushed against her lips.

My heartbeat had gotten faster. I wondered if I could take it any further. I softly paced my lips on hers and started to kiss her. Mom didn’t seem to resist. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue and slid my tongue into her mouth. Mom opened op like a spring flower waiting for a bumblebee. Our tongues snaked across the insides of our mouths, and we both sat on the sofa enjoying each others’ taste.
I slipped mom’s pallu off of her shoulders and copped a feel against her breasts. I got hasty and squeezed them to hard, too soon and mom immediately snapped out of her trance.

She looked at me with an expression of shock and shame. She immediately covered up her pallu and stood up like a spring-loaded jack in a box. “Your… your father will be here s.. soon” she mumbled. “Go… go get ready” she went into her room and locked the door from inside. I sat on the couch nursing a massive hard-on inside my pants.

My buxom mother Kriti had been an object of my fantasies for years. Although I knew it was wrong, and I had battled with my moral dilemma for a long time, I couldn’t stop lusting for my own mother. At 40, she still held a sexy demeanour that most women half her age lack. She kept herself fit by doing yoga and exercises thrice a week. Yet she still had the right amount of fat in the right places.

Her tits and ass were still quite firm for her age, and she had an agile body that was always covered by loose nighties. On the rare occasion she wore sarees, she never missed a chance to flaunt her curvy hips, her deep navel and sometimes her sexy cleavage. She turned on men even half her age with little trouble! I thought dad was an idiot to ignore such a sexy angel at his disposal for a younger, nubile woman who would eventually leave him.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I would one day French kiss mom. The raging flames of passion in my heart and my dick began to take a new shape. I didn’t know how I was gonna do it, but I had decided to bed mom by the time I went back to college.

Dad finally arrived an hour later and we bundled off to the restaurant for a hearty dinner. Mom behaved like nothing had happened between up for the rest of the night. Heck, she was quite normal for the rest of the week as well. I too kept a low key and didn’t try any funny business in haste.

Dad’s antics had gotten worse in the few days I had been at home. He always came home late- no earlier than 9pm ever night, after spending the nights with his secretary Reema. We would have dinner together, and once I had retired to bed, I would hear mom and dad fighting. Mom would beg dad to come home early at least until I was there. But dad never listened. I would be the one to cheer up my mom Kriti every morning after dad left for work, saying that she was important to me and not dad. I still hadn’t the courage to make a significant move.

One evening, I returned home after meeting my friends and found mom sitting on the couch, crying.

“Mom,” I said reassuringly, “are you alright?” I asked.
“Yes… yes… are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat.” She got up off the couch.

I held her hand and pulled her back. Mom had her head down and turned away. I lifted her chin, and looked into her puffy, watery eyes.
“Have you been crying, mom?” I asked her.
“No… it’s just…”

Mom couldn’t hold it in any longer and she fell on me, crying. “I’m sick and tired of your father being with that bitch Reema.” She sobbed vocally. “What did I do to deserve this?”

I held her tight and started stroking her back comfortingly. “It’s okay mom, don’t worry about him. You have me.” I said, kissing her head.
Slowly our grip on each other’s bodies tightened. Reassuring kisses between mother and son soon turned lustful. Our tongues entangled once again within our mouths, and our hands freely roamed over our bodies. Mom’s electric touch aroused me further and I pushed my hard cock against her crotch. My hand freely went down her back and cupped her ass, and I began kneading them. Mom put her hand underneath my shirt and caressed my bare back…

“RRIINNNNNGGGGG….. RRIINNNNGGGGGG….” Both of us jumped away from each other like two north poles coming together, startled at mom’s phone ringing. It was dad. Mom began fixing her saree, ashamed and embarrassed.

“Hello.” She said, deliberately looking away from me.
Dad had called to say that he had a lot of work at home and that he would stay at the office that night. Mom just agreed without saying a word and cut the call when he was done.

“He called to say he’s going to stay back at the office tonight.” mom said angrily.
“Well, better for us, right?” I said, and tried hugging her.
Mom pushed me away firmly. I looked at her hurt.
“No” she said, “this is wrong.”

“No mom, you need a man to take care of you…”
“I already have your father” she looked away and a tear flowed out of her eyes.

“Bullshit, mom. Do you think he cares about you? If he did, he would come home to you every night instead of being with that slut. Even today, do you think he’s staying back because of work? No, he’s staying back so that he can fuck that whore in every possible position on every furniture in his office. Don’t you understand mom, you need a man. A real man who can protect you!”

Mom looked at me expectantly, but said nothing and quietly went into the kitchen to fix our dinner.

Everything had changed between us since then. I realized that I was not just lusting for my mom’s body but I was fully in love with her. I really wanted to save her from my father.

Mom became extremely dull and it seemed like our relationship had strained. Neither of us spoke much for the next couple of days. But we caught each other looking expectantly at each other once in a while. When that happened, we both would turn away sadly.

A couple of days later, we received the same call from dad. He would stay back at work that night. Mom cried a lot that evening. I didn’t try to console her this time, instead, I took care of the remaining household chores that she had left halfway through.

Later at night, I went out and bought some dinner. We ate in silence, and the silence continued till we went to bed in our respective bedrooms.

It was around midnight that I heard my bedroom door open. “Mom, is that you?” I called out.
“Yes,” mom said feebly, standing at the door.

“Come on in, and turn the lights on,” I said.
Mom was wearing a thin nighty, with her zip opened halfway through. She clearly wasn’t wearing any bra, and her tits were drooping down freely. She came and sat by my side, and I got up and leaned against my bed.

“What happened, mom? Aren’t you feeling sleepy?” I asked her reassuringly.

“No, it’s just… your father…” she looked down in shame and started sobbing again.

I pulled mom over my chest and hugged her tightly. “Hushh, mom… I’m here for you” I said rubbing her back gently. Soon a realized that my hands weren’t feeling the usual bra strap and I felt my cock twitch underneath my pants. I could feel it harden and grow in size.
Mom pulled back after a few seconds and wiped away her tears and looked down at the tent in my loose pants. She gave me a knowing laugh as I tried desperately to cover my hard-on.

“Sorry mom,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in bed.
“It’s alright baby.” mom said, and put her hand on my thigh, calming me down. “The other day, when you said I needed a real man to take care of me… did you really mean it?” she said.

“Yes” I replied meekly as her fingers inched up my thighs.
“Good, because I need a man now.” She said, unzipping her nighty further, exposing a good portion of her breasts. “And I want you to be that man.” Mom leaned on me and kissed the edge of my lips.
“Mom… I.. this is wrong…” I said half-heartedly.

“Shhh, baby… isn’t this what you wanted?” she purred into my ears. Mom gently grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss.
I whimper escaped my throat as she dug her soft tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand was working on my hard cock, above my pants. I reciprocated her kiss. Her hand gripped my hair as my tongue explored her mouth. She began moaning and purring as she slowly stroked my cock through my pants.

Holding her neck with one hand, my other hand found its way into her nighty and on to her bare breasts. “Ooohhhhh…” mom pulled her mouth from mine. She let go of my cock and pulled out both her tits through the opened zip on her nighty.

Her two globules of 36D sized boobs were out for me to see. Her large dark brown nipples were erect and looked as hard as my own cock.
“Go ahead, they are all yours,” mom said, winking at me. I reached out with both my hands and let out a satisfying sigh as I held her heavy tits in my hands. My thumbs naturally fond their way to the nipples, which I squeezed firmly. Mom let out a moan and rolled her eyes back. “You are such a natural at this,” she said, sucking on her lower lip. “Rub them, baby, uffff yeahhhh” she crooned as I continued pleasuring her.

I bent down to her tits and started sucking on her nipples. Mom’s grip on my hair tightened and she pushed my head harder against her boobs. “Aaahh suck them, baby, suck your mom’s tits like you dreamed of”

Mom grabbed one of my hand that held her tit and pushed it against her crotch. I didn’t need to be told twice. I yanked her nighty up and snaked my hand up her silky smooth thighs until I found her dripping love hole. I plunged two of my fingers into her velvety smooth pussy and mom gave out an audible gasp. It turned me on even further and I started fingering her in a wild in and out motion, while my mouth was still busy on her bare tits.

“Ohhhh… yeah baby” she cried out, “make me cum… me your mother cum like a slut…” she edged me on. Istarted pumping my fingers deeper and faster into her. Mom started bucking her hips and she dug her fingers into my shoulders for support. “Ohh.. right there baby… ohhh… yess.. YESSSS…” she cried out before falling limp.
“Mmmmmm… that was good” she said, gently kissing my lips. Mom moaned as I withdrew my fingers from her pussy. She leaned back, resting her body on her arms as I wiped my wet fingers on her nighty.

“Your turn now.” She said and pounced on me. She grabbed the edge of my waistband and pulled down the pants and my underwear in one swift motion. I lifted my hips and she pulled out the pants from underneath me. I was completely naked from the waist down.
“My! You’re not so little anymore!” she said, excited at the size of my cock. I put my legs on either of her side as she got ready on her knees. She pulled down the foreskin gently, exposing the pink head that was glimmering from the wet precum.

Mom’s tits were still hanging out from her nighty as she bent down to give my cock a playful kiss, which made my cock twitch. Her lips engulfed the entirety of the top of my cock, and she began tickling the sensitive head with her tongue. I moaned like crazy when her tongue pressed against the slit of my dick. She inched lower and lower until the entire cock was inside her mouth, the tip of my cock touching the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, and when she couldn’t hold it any longer, she pulled it out and coughed. My entire dick was coated in mom’s sweet saliva. Her eyes were watery and her nose had turned red.

Mom smiled at me and dove back in, clasping the edge of my hard, veiny dick with her soft sensual lips, she went from the tip to the base, and back again, repeating over and over again. With her head bobbing against my crotch, she began to cradle my balls with her hands. I just laid back and let her take me to heaven.

Mom looked up at me with her lust filled eyes. Her mangalsutra, which my dad had tied around her neck 19 years ago was bouncing to the rhythm of her sucking my cock. The sight got me more excited and I began bucking my cock deeper into her mouth. I held her head down on my cock and pumped hard into her mouth.

Mom freed herself from my grip with great difficulty. “My, my, so aggressive!” she said, wiping the saliva that had spread all over her mouth and chin. “Time for your next treat baby.” She said, getting up from the bed.

She pulled the nighty off of her, exposing her nude body to me. My throat went dry looking at her. I had never imagined I would see my own mother nude, let alone fuck her. “You like what you see, lover?” she said and winked at me. I simply nodded. I pulled out my own t-shirt in haste and threw it on the floor. Mom laughed at my predicament.

She pounced on me like a panther, held the back of my head with both her hands and pressed her lips against mine. Our tongues were making love. My hands were busy kneading her ass cheeks. I moved my fingers further into her ass crack until they found her dripping wet hole. I pushed two fingers of my right hand into her pussy and started to finger her. using the index finger of my remaining hand, I coated her dry asshole with her own pussy juices.

Mom moaned as my finger touched her ass, but she continued to straddle me. Soon I had a finger buried deep inside her ass as well, finger fucking both her holes at the same time. “Uffff… babyyy. I can’t take it any longer” she moaned into my ears. “Come on, fuck me, baby… fuck your mom’s pussy,” she said.

I stopped what I was doing and let her guide my monster cock into her pussy. She was still on me, so she gently lowered herself until the entirety of my cock went into her amazing pussy. “Aahhhh feels so good to have a real cock inside me,” she said, rocking back and forth, sitting on my torso. Mom bent down and lowered one of her tit into my mouth, which I dutifully sucked.

I matched her hip thrusts with my own and drove my cock deep into her. Mom’s eyes were shut tight. She held my shoulders for support as she straddled me for a while. I felt her go weak over me as her grip slackened.

I pulled mom on to my chest and wrapped my hand around her plump waist. I thrust my dick deep inside and rolled over on the bed. Mom was now underneath me, her tits slid over to either side of her chest.

With deliberate slowness, I inched my cock in and out of her pussy. My mouth enjoyed every inch of her face, breasts, and nipples. “Oh, baby… don’t tease me… fuck me.. .harder….” mom purred into my ears.
“Do you want your son’s cock mom?” I asked lewdly.

“Ummm hmmmm… yes, baby, shove your cock harder into your mom’s pussy…” she purred.

I increased my pace steadily. Holding down both her arms apart, I buck my hips into hers. Mom’s moans became louder and wilder with each of my thrust. Soon I was jackhammering into her pussy and mom’s breathing became more labored and heavier. She groaned with pleasure every time I bit her breast or sucked the salty sweat off her nipple. The entire time I was pumping into her hole she was telling me how much better I was than my father in bed. How I was a real man who could satisfy a woman.

Soon I felt the hotness rise from the base of my cock. I clenched my butt cheeks and quickened my pace. I let out a whimper as my cock released a huge spurt of cum deep into mom’s pussy. Mom tightened her pussy lips and milked every single drop of my cum. I fell on mom’s naked breasts, tired and totally spent.

“I love you mom, I really do!” I said catching my breath and kissed her sweaty cheek.

“I know beta,” mom said and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you too. Just promise me you won’t hurt me like your dad.”
I rolled off of her and hugged her tightly. “Never. I will never hurt you, mom.” I said, kissing her lips gently before we both drifted off to sleep.