Delhi Desires: A Tale of Tabooed Passion – Part 1

Hi all! I am Rana, a college-going young man in the bustling city of Delhi. I am known for my ability to satisfy women, both for pleasure and for payment. This story was narrated to me by Ananya when I met her recently for fun.

I will narrate how things took an unexpected turn in the coming parts. Engage your hands on your dicks and pussies for a taboo tale.

It was a sultry afternoon in Delhi, as the sweltering heat outside took its toll on the city. Yet, inside the sprawling bungalow on the outskirts, the atmosphere was far steamier. A 50-year-old woman dressed in a silk saree paced anxiously in her room. Her heart racing at the thought of what was to come.

Ananya, the mother of two grown children, had been living a life of comfort and luxury. But she couldn’t help but feel restless and unsatisfied. A chance encounter with her son, Aryan, had set off a fire in her that she thought had long been extinguished.

Aryan, a handsome 19-year-old boy, had been the apple of her eye since the day he was born. But now, he was turning out to be the seducer who would awaken her deepest desires. Aryan stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.

He could feel the anticipation growing inside him, arousal spreading through his body. He knew that tonight, he would finally get what he had been craving for weeks – his mother’s love and affection in the most intimate way possible.

He slipped on a tight vest and a pair of jeans. His fingers trace the outline of his growing excitement. As he made his way to his mother’s room, Aryan could hear her soft moans from behind the closed door. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking gently.

Ananya opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw her son standing there, his body taut with desire.

“Aryan, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need to talk to you, Mom,” he replied, his gaze locked onto hers. “I can’t keep this inside anymore.”

Ananya stepped aside, gesturing for Aryan to enter. The room was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Aryan could feel his heart pounding. As he sat down on the bed, his mother perched nervously on the edge, her eyes never leaving his face.

“Aryan, you know I love you more than anything,” she began, her voice trembling. “But this… this is something we can’t do.”

“Mom, I can’t help how I feel,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. “I need you, and I know you need me too.”

Ananya’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at her son. She knew that resisting him was futile, and the thought of their forbidden love sent shivers down her spine.

“Aryan, what do you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“I want you, Mom,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. “I want to show you how much I love you.”

With that, Aryan leaned in, capturing his mother’s lips in a passionate kiss. Ananya gasped, her body responding to his touch as he ran his hands over her curves.

“Aryan, we can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s wrong.”

“I know, Mom,” he replied, his lips trailing down her neck. “But I can’t help it. I need you so much.”

Ananya moaned softly as Aryan tugged at the silk saree, revealing her soft, supple skin. He kissed her neck, his fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Aryan, we shouldn’t,” she murmured. But her body was already betraying her, arching towards him. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, his fingers grazing her nipple.

“Mom, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. “I want to make you feel good.”

Ananya moaned as Aryan’s fingers found her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her desire growing, her body responding to his touch.

“Aryan, I can’t resist you,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He continued to tease her nipple. “I want you inside me.”

Aryan’s heart raced at her words, a thrill coursing through him as he kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining. He could feel her desire growing, her body trembling with need. He slipped his hand under her saree, his fingers finding her wetness.

“Mom, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding inside her, his cock throbbing with desire. “I want to fuck you so hard.”

Ananya moaned, her body arching towards him as he began to finger her. His fingers slid in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing against her clit.

“Aryan, I need you,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he continued to pleasure her. “Fuck me, son.”

Aryan’s heart raced at her words, a thrill coursing through him. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with desire. He could feel her wetness, her pussy slick with desire as he slowly pushed inside her, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Mom, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips thrusting against her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “I’m going to make you cum so hard.”

Ananya moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Aryan fucked her hard, his cock pounding into her, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Harder, son, harder,” she moaned, her body arching towards him as he continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “I’m going to cum, Aryan.”

Aryan moaned, his hips thrusting harder and faster. His cock slid in and out of her pussy with a wet slap. He could feel her desire growing, her body trembling with pleasure as she reached her climax. Her pussy clenched around his cock.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, I’m cumming too,” he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. His cum spilling into her, filling her up as he continued to fuck her. His hips thrust against her, his cock still hard and ready for more.

Ananya moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Aryan continued to fuck her, their bodies entwined, their passion burning bright. They fucked for hours, their desire growing. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they explored each other in the most intimate way possible.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. Aryan and Ananya lay spent on the bed, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. They knew that what they had done was wrong. But they couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of completion, of love.

“Aryan, I love you so much,” Ananya whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled up against her son. “I never knew it could be like this.”

“I love you too, Mom,” he replied, his arms wrapped around her, his heart full of love and desire. “I’ll always be here for you.”

They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their love burning bright. They knew that their forbidden love was beginning.

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