The Hidden Desires – New Year’s Eve

I hope you all are doing well. What you are about to read maybe a bit lengthy. But it won’t be a waste of time. That is what I think. What you think about the hidden desires, do tell me in the comment section.

I am 22 years old, a guy from Mumbai living a simple life. To talk about myself, I was a virgin till this age, a tall guy, fair skin.

My dad passed away due to an illness when I was just 10 years old. After that, it was me and my mother, a happy family of two. My father was a guy with old civilization thinking. He did not let my mother go out to parties wearing modern attire, etc. A beauty trapped in a cage of marriage.

After my father died, we moved from Mumbai to our village house. My grandparents took good care of my mom and me. But my grandparents wished me to have higher education in a good institute.

So, we came to Mumbai. When I started college, I also started earning by doing some small jobs. Studying and working at the same time was hard, but I managed it.

But you are not here to hear my story of struggling days. If the story is on this site, it means there is a juicy part to follow up. So, I won’t waste time and continue the other part. It might be a bit long, but trust me. You need to know the scenario for better understanding and intense curiosity.

My mother is 20 years older than me. She was married to my father at a very young age. Even though she was a married housewife, my mother is a graduate and started working to earn a living after dad’s death.

She is a confident woman. After our life came to ease, my grandparents left. It was just my mother and me in the house. As my dad was not around to shackle my mom’s desires with his old thinking, she followed her heart.

She started going to the gym, doing yoga, totally changed her clothing sense, and in just 5 years span. Wow! she transformed from a common housewife to a diva. A confident beauty with a hot figure of 38-24-35 (breast-waist-hip) and the bra that she wears is 38D. Two nice globes that can fit 22-year-olds hands.

How do I know all this? Keep reading to find out.

Life goes on. Mom and I settled in a nice flat in a good residence in Mumbai. She was experiencing the life she always wanted. And I? Well, I was doing good too. She worked for a corporate company.

Everything was going smooth with no intentions of an incest act when suddenly, one day, I woke up. My head was heavy, and my eyes were blurry – kind of a hangover situation. I looked around, rubbing my eyes, and saw.

I was in my mother’s room. I sat back and rested my head on the bed rest when I looked beside me. My mom was sleeping naked beside me. For a moment, I lost my voice and the last night’s events just flashed in front of my eyes.

[MONTAGE of what happened:- Truth and Dare – tequila shots – “I saw your chaddi” – “I am going to regret this” – “Yeah baby, rock hard” – “Oh, Mom, your globes.” – “Happy Fucking New Year!” – “I can do this all night”]

FLASHBACK – The night of 31st December 2020

Lockdown was not lifted. The night curfew was still in on mode. So, mom and I decided to have a small party at our home. She invited her friends. I also called a few. But as normal friends are, everyone canceled as no parent was willing to send their kid out.

The clock was ticking, and I went to the room as I didn’t know any of my mother’s friends. At around 10 pm, there was a knock on my door. I opened it, and I saw my mom standing with a sad face and a party hat.

I stood by the door, resting my head by the edge, “Let me guess, your friends ditched you too.” She nodded her head. I close the door and walked out. I put my hand around her shoulder and walking towards the hall.

Me: All this year, we were here for each other in this lockdown. So, let’s bid farewell to this year together too.

My mom and I were very close. We had hardly kept any secrets from each other. We went to the hall and settled down on the couch.

Swati: Yeah, What should we do? Tell me, if your friends were here, what would you have done?

Me: Ah, mostly on a night out and that to a party. We play games, drink, talk, share stories.

Swati: No dancing and singing?

Me: That only happens in the movies, mom. A usual night out is just chatting and eating and then going to sleep.
Swati: Okay, what game.

I looked at mom with a ‘not-so-sure’ look, which my mother caught in seconds. She shifted close to me and looked me in the eye.

Swati: Come on, kid. Don’t you trust your mommy with your games? I can play any game. I am as modern as you.

I nod my head agreeing to that statement. A mother sitting in a tight navy blue strap sleeveless crisscross open back sequin cami dress (I know the dress in detail because I gifted this one) can play an easy game.

Me: Okay, let’s play then.

I got up and brought two shot glasses and tequila that my mother had bought for this occasion. I sat beside her and opened the bottle, pouring filling both the shots.

Me: It is a very easy game: truth or dare. You must have heard about it. There is a lifeline to this game. If you are not willing to either answer the truth or do the dare, you just sip the shot.

Swati: Okay, sounds good. Go ahead, let’s see who gets high first and dozes off.

Me: The game can get competitive and wild.

Swati: (cracks knuckles) I am ready, kid.

We started the game, and as it proceeded, mom had to gulp down 5 shots and me not a single one. Seeing that her kid is still wining, my mother did something unexpected (or maybe she was just drunk).

Me: 5 shots already down.Woooo! Okay, mom, let’s see if you can defeat me. I choose dare.

Swati: Dare baby, I dare you to remove your pants right here, right now.

My mom gave me a smirk, and I was shocked to hear those words. I easily drank the shot, but I was confused why did she say that. Does she know that I was not wearing any underpants? She was looking at me as I gulp down the shot.

Swati: Come on, that was an easy dare. Why did you not do it? Ghabarlas? (Scared?)

Me: No, mom. Me kashala? (Why will I?)

Swati: Okay, I choose now. I choose truth.

I was curious and wanted to know if my hunch is true. I thought for a while whether I should ask or not, I decided let’s do it.

Me: Truth, did you give me the dare on purpose knowing that your son was not wearing any underpants?

Swati: (gave me a smirk) Yes, I knew that. I know my son always sleeps with no chaddi, lol (hiccups, takes a pause). Every morning my kid’s chaddi lies over my clothes in the washing machine. Sometimes there is…

Me: Okay, okay. Chaddi ha? Mom seems like you are drunk.

Swati: No, what should I call chaddi? If not, chaddi? Why embarrassed hearing such words from my mouth? This is not the first time you hear this, Nayan. We use a lot of such words when my son is not around.

I gave a confusing look to my mother. I knew instantly mom was drunk and was imagining me as her friend, Nayan. So, I decided to play along.

Me: Oh, is it? What else do you talk about?

Swati: Oh, you don’t remember, about our lund (dick) talks (winks at me)?

Me: Wow, okay.

Swati: Yeah, you know my kid. He has such a nice body. I am sure if I touch his dick (as she talked, she grabbed my dick). It will be a hard rock piece of meat.

I was shocked by her sudden move. I looked straight into her eyes and saw she was serious. She left my dick and sat back with her one leg up the couch and spread. As she was talking, she rubbed her pussy over her pants.

Swati: You see, Nayan, I am a woman with desires. You are a good friend of mine, so you know about it. I lust for my son. Is that wrong? I don’t care. He is strong, and his dick…I have seen him take baths. This pussy has not been used since his father died.

I was just hearing mom say as I knew she was not going to remember anything. She thought she was talking to her friend Nayan. Also, at the moment, I was shocked.

Swati: You know, Nayan. He is so good and caring for me. I love him. I just want to do him so hard… so hard… Kay jhavel mala toh, fuck! (The way he will fuck me, fuck!)

Me: (unknowingly) How hard?

Swati: Very hard (roars like a tigress). I will suck that bone … and yeah, take it deep.

I sat on the couch, confused. My mom staring at my dick and speaking stuff about having sex with me to her friend, Nayan. It won’t be wrong to say that I, too, had some affection towards my mother.

Me: Mom, I will regret this. But I guess you won’t remember it, and I shouldn’t either.

I looked at the bottle of alcohol on the table and opened it. I started drinking it. My mother, who was not in her senses, watched me.

Swati: Nayan, you know my kid is so strong that he will ravish me like a bull. (I was hearing as I was getting high) He will crush my boobs and make me moan. I will scream so loud, “Oh, baby, fuck me, Mister.”

Me: Swati, then why not try someone from outside. Anyone will fuck such a hot babe.

Swati: True, but why should I? Come on, Nayan, you know what? I have seen his chaddi with cum stains. I know he lusts for me too. I have given him so many hints (sad face), but he still does not understand.

As she mentioned that, I understood why mom used to be so open to me. She wanted me to move on to her, which is why she did a lot of kinky, naughty stuff on purpose.

I put the bottle down and look at her. I pulled her leg, which was on the sofa, and climbed upon her. We both started kissing as I laid above her, and she wrapped both her legs around me.

My mom’s night with me had just begun, “Oh baby, go slow.” I kissed her neck as she caressed my hair.

To be continued.