Indian Sinful Mother – Part 1

Rupali felt an unusual burning sensation inside her as she sniffed her son’s used briefs in the washroom. She knew it was a sinful act, but her body acted against her will. Her hand was constantly messaging her clit.

She went sniffing the raw smell of adulthood radiating from her 19-year-old son’s briefs in the washroom. It was the fifth time she had done that. Her body felt weak. Her fingers slid in and out effortlessly inside her dripping-wet vagina as she moaned, thinking about her son.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt she was looking at a completely different person. The person she knew she was would have never thought about this sin in a million years. But the person that looked back from the mirror reflection was the exact opposite.

She had her son’s brief up in her face. Her breasts heaved with each deep sniff. Her legs were spread apart, with one leg resting on the toilet, her exposed shaved vagina getting fingered mercilessly by her hand. She looked like a whore, who needed a cock desperately.

But she was a sinful whore masturbating thinking about her son’s cock. She looked at her expressions in the mirror and moaned further, calling out her son’s name. Soon, with a huge tremble, she cum. Waves of cum exploded out of her pussy, drenching her crotch and dripping down her legs.

She panted and wept. She was continuously asking forgiveness from her God for the sinful thoughts she had been acting upon for the past few days.

Rupali looked in the mirror, and a panting middle-aged woman of 39 looked back at her. Her skin was fair, with long thick hairs, a beautiful pair of shaped 34 DD breasts, a flat tummy, clean shaved pussy and thick thighs.

She had tears rolling down her face. She returned to her true senses after masturbating and cumming into the thoughts of getting fucked by her son. Her son’s used briefs lay on the washroom floor.

She slowly regained her composure. She put that away and turned on the shower. She rubbed herself continuously, wanting to remove the dirt from her mind and cleanse herself. But the damage was already done.

Rupali was a dutiful wife to her husband, Supriyo. Although she had taken a few cocks apart from Supriyo’s, those were all with her husband’s approval. Her husband used to swap wives with his friends. Those adventures led Rupali to experience different cocks in her vagina.

But her loyalty always stayed with Supriyo. She never went behind his back to lust for someone else. She knew her husband slept with multiple women every week. But she never had any problems with that. Her husband allowed her to choose her partner, with whom she wanted to sleep, on those wife-swap nights.

Rupali dressed in her usual traditional attire after the bath and did her daily puja rituals. She went back to her daily household chores. But her mind kept shifting back to her son’s cock from time to time.

She cursed herself for entering her son’s room in the morning 10 days back without knocking. Unknowingly her eyes fell on his morning wood. Her son, Shantanu, was fast asleep, but his cock was up. The high testosterone was evident when Rupali felt the cock would burst out of his pajamas.

She stopped in her tracks and forgot why she was in his room in the first place. Her body perspired uncontrollably in the fully air-conditioned room as she felt tremendous heat generating from inside her. Rupali quietly sat on the bed edge and looked at the rock-hard dent.

Without thinking, she freed the monster from its captivity. A thick 8-inch monster stood before her eyes, pulsating, with veins popping out. Rupali gasped and somehow controlled herself not to wake up her son. With bated breath, she slowly held her son’s manhood.

She was instantly mesmerized by its sheer size and girth. She could barely hold it in one hand. She looked at it for some time, panting hard, feeling as if her heart would pop out. Controlling herself from not doing anything silly, Rupali immediately put the cock back inside the pajamas and left the room.

Ever since that day, she found herself getting drawn sexually toward her son. Finding herself go weak in her knees in front of him, wanting to be in his arms. She dreamed of his cock pushing itself inside his first home, Rupali’s womb.

Shantanu came home from college and greeted his mother in his usual cheerful way. But Rupali felt uneasy. Her uneasiness slowly started to get her son’s attention. But he dismissed it, thinking it must be something else.

Rupali prayed and hoped that her incest feelings would eventually fade away. But as time passed, her uneasiness only grew. Soon her masturbation, thinking about her son, went from daily to multiple times a day. The more she cum, the hornier she becomes.

Her demeanor changed completely, and she started showing her skin and assets to her son. The sexual tension she felt whenever she was alone with her son was unbearable. Only masturbation calmed her down.

She looked more like the woman in the mirror. She slowly sank into the world of lust for her son and could do nothing about it. Rupali wanted to fight her inner demon. But secretly, she started visiting her son daily while he was asleep.

The more she touched his rock-hard cock, the more her pussy dripped. She thought she would go mad if she were not fucked by her son repeatedly. So, she decided to make a move.

One morning, Rupali went to her son’s room. Shantanu was asleep. Rupali wore just her open nightgown without anything underneath. She stood before her son as her eyes fell on his cock. It was up, as usual, inviting Rupali’s touch.

She sat on the bed and freed it. Out popped the monster, pulsating and breathing fire as she slowly took it in her hands. She grabbed it with both hands and examined the beautiful piece of meat her son had been blessed with.

“It will be disrespectful not to worship this cock,” Rupali thought. She prayed to her God to forgive her for the sin she was about to commit. Without thinking further, she bent forward and opened her mouth to taste the monster.

Her mouth could barely hold the cock as she choked on her son’s cock. Her saliva dripped from her mouth onto the cock. She continued fucking her mouth with the monster’s cock.

She felt her son twitch, but she continued what she had started. She knew there was no going back and decided to become whatever her son thought of her – a whore, a slut, a bad mother. But she also knew that if she didn’t get to fuck her son’s cock, she would go insane.

“What are you doing, Ma?” asked Shantanu in horror as he woke up to find his mother licking his cock.