An Indian Mother’s Concern

Note: this is a fictional incest tale between a mother and her son. If you are not a fan of such stories, do not read further. For feedback and suggestions, mail me at [email protected]

Things started to change after dad’s death about two years ago. My mother, Sneha became extremely depressed for a while, but she did everything she could to keep the family afloat. I was the only child, so supporting two people with her meagre salary as an office clerk wasn’t that tough. However, my college fee and other expenses seemed to be a burden. I soon realized the impending hardship and found a part-time job at a godown, where I would take care of the accounts.

Between my college work and my job, I had little time for anything else. Even making new friends was out of the question, let alone a girlfriend! However, at my age my hormones were raging stiff. Looking at the swaying ass of women on the road, or an accidental touch of a lady’s boob in a crowded bus was enough to get me aroused.

Living in a cramped little house, there was little privacy between mom and me. It was common for me to catch glimpses of the bare waist, navel or cleavage every now and then. I would generally catch her coming out of the bathroom after her daily bath, wet, with just a petticoat tied around the chest. Even at 39, mom was quite the looker. She always tied her saree well below her navel, and always made it a point to tightly wrap her saree across her well-developed breasts. I had been lusting after mom for years now but hadn’t had courage or the desire to approach her for a fuck.

Instead, I channeled all my lust towards milf porn and mature character actresses. Newer, younger actresses have never held my attention. But when it comes to milfs like Meena, Madhuri Dixit, Ramakrishna, my dick stands in rapt attention saluting their plump, mature bodies.

My work at the godown generally ends by 9 pm- the time when the dark underbellies of the night begin to crawl out of the shadows. Finding prostitutes and pimps looking for their next customer on the roads are quite common at that time. Although I could easily take a bus home, I generally preferred to walk along the road where I know there will be prostitutes soliciting their services. Most of them were young nubile women, whose breasts hadn’t yet ben mauled enough to develop a sag. They wore loud makeup and solicited customers by winking or air kissing them.

I would catch a glimpse of their bare chest and hear their lewd calls, sometimes directed at me. It wasn’t uncommon for them to squeeze their tits and augment their cleavage. It didn’t take long for the queens of the night to take notice of me. Every day as I passed through the tiny stretch of road, they would jeer and cry out to me, offering pleasures in the bed like I had never experienced before. I would simply walk by without responding, partly from fear of their numbers.

One evening, I was walking back home later than usual. I had to close a few accounts at the godown and I had lost track of time. I had missed the last bus home, and I was forced to walk home, although I was extremely tired.

I reached the usual spot of the road which would usually be teeming with whores, but that day, only a middle-aged aunty stood there, still looking for customers on the empty road. Her face lit up as she saw me and blew me an air kiss. The thin material of her pink saree did little to cover the deep cleavage between her tight, deep cut blouse. She had tied her saree well below her waist, exposing her deep navel shamelessly. She had a sexy figure and shapely arms that resembled my mother’s. In short, she was the perfect milf. If I had the money, I would have definitely taken her home, or to a lodge and fucked her till I was satisfied.

“hey!” she called out to me. I quickly turned away, but my steps didn’t get any faster. I heard her footsteps catching up to me. As she got closer, a heady mix of her cheap perfume and jasmine made my head spin. Although, it was a good chance that my head was spinning because all the blood from my brain had drained into my dick. “it’s okay, I just want to talk to you.” she said, putting her arm over my shoulder, pressing her tits into my shoulder. I turned to look at her. She simply smiled at me and introduced herself as Saroja. We got to talking about where I work and what I do. But I couldn’t keep up with the conversation, as I was cautiously glancing at her huge tits.

Saroja let out a squeal of laughter, and I turned away, ashamed. “it’s okay raja, you can look.” she said and pulled down her pally further, giving me a good view of her cleavage. “you can touch if you want.” she said, and without waiting for my answer, she took my hand and placed it on her boob. I was taken aback by her bold move. My lips went dry and my heartbeat quickened.

I continued to squeeze her tit to my heart’s content, while her hand made its way between my thighs and held my thick member behind the fabric of my pant. “hmmm… seems like you are looking for a good time.” she said, biting her pan stained lower lip sexily. “how about we take this somewhere private lover?”
“how… how much…” I asked her meekly.

“300 for a handjob, 500 for a blowjob. 1500 for one hour, extra if you want to put it in the ass, 6000 for the whole night, and because I like you I’ll let you put it anywhere.” she rattled off her rates like a waiter in a cheap hotel, and winked at me.

I only had rs. 50 in my pocket. I immediately pulled away from my hand from her tit, hoping she’d charge me for that as well.
“I have a place ready, you wanna go?” she asked, spitting out a red stream of pan juice.

I just hung my head down in shame.

Saroja seemed to understand my dilemma and pulled up her saree pallu to cover her boobs properly. “if you want me, you know where to find me.” she said and started to walk back to her corner.
“wait!” I said, mustering all my courage. Saroja stopped in her tracks and turned around. “will you still be here 15 days from now?” I asked her, as I knew that these whores usually change locations every now and then, looking for new customers, and Saroja had been in this spot for a while now.
“maybe. Why?” she asked.

“I need some time to come up with that money,” I said meekly.
I exchanged my phone number with her, just in case and went home with a huge boner that needed to be nursed.

For the next couple of weeks, I busted my ass at the godown, working extra hours and through the weekends. I even started walking home from college and the godown every day just to save up for the required amount. Mom noticed my restlessness and increased work burden and asked me about it. I brushed it off and told her it was just regular work for a few days.

My frugalness and extended work ours finally bore fruit as I made the required amount three days shy of the deadline. I made a mental note to talk to Saroja on my way back to home, but I couldn’t find her in her usual spot. I stood there for a little while, hoping she’d show, but she didn’t.

Later that night, when mom had gone to sleep I slipped into the kitchen and called saroja. She picked the call after the fifth ring, and she sounded like she was woken up from her sleep. She told me that she was in her native village and she would be back in two days and told me she would meet me then. I got really excited hearing her voice and urged her to continue talking to me, as I started stroking my hard cock. I soon came into my hand and kissed saroja goodnight.
The next two days seemed to be the longest of my life. I forced myself to not masturbate. I always kept the money by my side, and every time I touched it, my dick began to stir. That morning, before leaving for college I told mom I’d be coming home before going to work.

In reality, I had planned to come home, take a bath and meet saroja directly instead of going to the godown.

That evening I came home to mom crying in a corner. She wiped her tears and welcomed me with a smile the moment she saw me. After much coaxing she told me why she was crying. She told me that there was nothing at home and the shopkeeper refused to give anymore loans on groceries. There was still a week to go before either of us were paid at work. A feeling of guilt overcame me. I pulled out the money I had saved up for the evening and gave it to her.

“it isn’t much mom, but it should sail us through the week.” I smiled at her half-heartedly. “it’s from the overtime I did this week. They paid me today.” I lied to her questioning eyes. Mom hugged me tightly, crushing her boobs against my chest, and began crying.”
“I’m’ making you work in an age when you should have been happily studying.” she cried over my shoulder.

“it’s fine mom. Just a could more years, then I’ll get a good job and all our problems will vanish like this.” I said, snapping my fingers.
I didn’t go to work that day, neither did I go to meet Saroja. When mom went out to get some groceries, I called Saroja and told her I wouldn’t be able to make it that evening. She told me she was moving out to her native permanently and that she wouldn’t be able to meet me anymore. Fair enough, I thought.

That evening, mom seemed extremely happy, I, on the other hand, was quite gloomy. Mom tried to coax out an answer form me, but I just brushed her off. After our simple diner, we retired to bed, with our bellies full of food and heats full of contentment.

Our house was quite small, and we only had a fan in the hall. On most days, mom would sleep in the small room, while I slept in the hall. On days that were quite warm, both of us slept on the large mat, in the hall. This was one of those hot days.
“are you asleep?” mom asked me.

“no mom, I’m awake” I said, still turning away from her.
“I’m sorry.” she said, after a brief pause.
I turned around to face her. “sorry? For what?” I asked.

“you do so much for the family, and I haven’t done anything for you.”
“don’t be so formal mom” I said, stroking her head.
“and you had to cancel your plans today because of me.” she blurted out.
“plans? What plans?” I asked innocently.

“don’t be so coy. I know you had plans to go out with… with… the prostitute.” mom couldn’t bring herself to say those words.
“mom, you’re mistaken…”

“I heard you on the phone.” she said, and I stopped talking. “I even saw you the other day, in the kitchen. I know how desperate you are… for…” mom bit her lower lip sexily. “I’ve even seen how you look at me. When I come out of the bath, when I bend down to sweep the floor.” mom unzipped her nighty slowly. I could see her dark cleavage in the light coming in from the streetlight outside.
She gently took my hand and placed it on her tit and squeezed it. “and I thought, what better way to repay my darling son than giving him what he wants.”

“mom, you don’t have to do this…” I said, partly ashamed and partly aroused.

“Oh, I want to do this darling. Ever since I saw you stroking that hard cock of yours, I’ve wanted to feel it deep inside me,” she said, planting a kiss on my lips.

My dick suddenly sprang to life, almost tearing away the constraints of my underwear. My instinct took over and I began to reciprocate her wild kisses with equal enthusiasm. Soon, we forgot the blood relationship that binds us and made way for our carnal desires to take over.

Mom hadn’t had any physical intimacy since dad’s death. And I was a highly virile young man overrun by hormones. There couldn’t have been a better match for either of us.

In no time, both of us were stark naked. Our mouths and hands were exploring every inch and corner of our bodies. Mom pushed me down on the bed and went down on me. She pulled back the wet, flexible foreskin on my hard dick and began to lick the tip of my cock. She held the base of my veiny cock with both her hands and slowly pushed my cock inside her mouth till her teeth touched the base of my dick. She clasped the circumference of my dick with her lips and began bobbing her head up and down like a good little slut. Her warm tongue was pushing down on the sides of my dick, making me go mad.

“uff.. Mommmm where did you learn all this…” I moaned.
Mom just hummed and winked at me while she continued to suck my dick. Soon I was about to blow my load and I indicated it to her. Mom gripped my cock harder and started to suck on me faster. I held on to the sides of the bedsheet for support as I shot thick spurts of cum deep into mom’s throat.

Mom jammed my cock deep into her mouth and took in every drop of my thick, hot cum and swallowed it completely. When I was done, she pulled out my wet cock from her mouth and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, as if showing me she had swallowed my cum completely.

I pulled mom up and kissed her on the lips. I moved down to her huge boobs. I sealed my mouth over her thick dark areola and started to suck and bite her erect nipple. My other hand was busy playing with her other boob. Mom put her hand between her thighs and started masturbating.

I moved my mouth to the other boob and my hand went down until it found her wet love hole. Mom was dripping wet between her thighs. I slipped one finger into her velvet pussy, then two, then three and started to gently caress her insides.

“aahhh… beta fuck me…. Aahhhh yes….. Uffff” mom was moaning like a bitch and she was pushing my head against her naked body. She held my dick with her quivering hands and started to jerk me off slowly. “mom…. Uffff you are such a slut….” I kissed mom. “let me fuck you, mom… please” I begged her.

Mom immediately laid on her back, with her legs wide open, ready to receive me. I got on top of her, and she guided my thick dick into her tight pussy. “aaahhhhhh…. Slwlyyyyy” she moaned as m dick pierced through her love hole. Soon my dick was buried inside her. Mom held me tightly and started to kiss me like a lover. I kissed and licked all over her face, neck, and chest.

I began pumping into her pussy with deep, heavy thrusts. Mom moaned with each stroke and dug her nails into my back. I kept telling mom how much I loved her and her pussy, and mom kept moaning. Soon I was jack hammering into her pussy, deep fast strokes that seemed to arouse her even more. She began pinching her nipples and squeezing her boobs in frenzy.

I felt her pusy quiver and tighten around my cock. I knew she was ready to blow her load. I quickened my pace. I felt a gush of liquid flood mom’s pussy and leak out from the sides. Mom let out a yelp, hugged me tight for a few seconds before falling limp on the mat. I continued to pump my dick into her pussy until I let out a second stream of cum that night.

I fell on top of her sweaty body, breathing heavily, satisfied. Mom caressed my naked back with her hand and patted me. “that was an amazing son. I have never been fucked like that ever in my life!” she said proudly.

“I liked it too mom,” I said and french kissed her.
I pulled out my limp cock from her pussy and rolled over to the other side.

“1500 for a life time slut is a good bargain right?” mom said after composing herself for a few minutes.

“we can do this again mom?” I asked surprised.

“any time you want beta!” mom said, winking at me. “I thought I will let you fuck me only once, but after your performance, I think I need you more than you need me!” she kissed me.

My cock began to grown in size and poked at her naked skin.
“looks like someone is ready for another round.” mom said. She tied her long flowing hair in a bun and got on top of me. She guided my cock into her wet pussy and started to ride me. She looked like a goddess, as her face contorted in pleasure. I held her as firmly as she rocked back and forth, trying to get my dick to sprinkle my virile cum deep into her pussy.