Mother, My Lover – Part I

Hi , I am Rajesh. I am narrating some of the strange incidents that happened in my life. I am 18 years old, now doing my BA Degree, residing in kerala. My father is working in a company in gulf .I am living with my mother. I am coming direct to my experience.

The first incident, which is the beginning of all, happened when I was studying in plus 2. My father was with us on leave for two months. It was a Saturday night. I was watching a movie in the TV. Around midnight I turned off the TV and went to my bedroom. When I was walking towards my bedroom I noticed some strange low voices from my parents’ bedroom. With eagerness, I looked through the keyhole and saw that the computer was on. On the monitor I saw a beautiful milf sucking a huge black cock. Her big boobs were moving up and down as she is hungrily sucking his cock. My parents were watching porn movies! I was shocked to see that. I could not see my mom or dad, but I could understand that they were fucking while watching blue film. I could not recognize whether the voice was coming from the computer or from my parents. I felt a sudden hard on and I caressed my cock. I stood there for sometimes and went to my room to satisfy myself.

From next night I watched my parents bedroom, but nothing could be seen. It was one week later that I could find the computer was on and the show was there. I watched the porn movie through the keyhole. Before that I hadn’t seen a porn film. This incident created thoughts in my mind about sex and girls. I wanted to see more porn movies. But, how? I was ashamed to go for a video shop and ask for blue films. Finally I got an idea. I told my father that I need internet connection for my studies and father agreed. Before he returned for his job we got the net connection.

The first thing I did after my father’s departure was shifting the computer to my room. Then I was in a world of beautiful hot sexy ladies. Browsing adult sites was my only hobby. I found all types of sexual related stuffs in the net: videos, movies, chat, stories, photos, everything. I spent all my leisure time before the computer.

Things were going on, but its direction changed suddenly. One day while I was browsing an adult story site, I came across the word ‘incest’ in the category list. At first I did not understand the meaning of the word, but when I clicked the mouse I was in a wonderland. I could not believe the stories describing the sexual experiences between mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister etc. Is it true? Is incest relationships, especially between mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister existing? Various thoughts came in my mind. Though I didn’t get an answer, I was fascinated by the stories.

Then I searched for incest videos, movies and pictures. Gradually these incest stories and movies became my favorite. Of the incest relations I found the relation between mom and son is the most exciting because it is the ultimate taboo. I read a lot of stories about mom son sex. It was about these times that I began to think my mom as a sexual object. I got interested in reading incest stories and my attitude towards my mom gradually changed. I started thinking only about my mom and used to masturbate thinking about her.

Oh! I forgot to introduce my mother. Her name is Malathi. Now she is 38. My mom is a typical Indian woman, with 5’4″ height, well grown in the right areas. She is extremely fair in complexion and a little fatty. But she is not obscenely fat, but pleasantly plump. Her breasts are two large globes with deep brown nips. They sag a little due to their weight, but do not droop. The melons bounce around playfully when she walks fast. She has large fat buttocks. They sway fascinatingly when she moves around. The sight of the swaying motion of her boobs and ass under her nighty was a festival to the watching eyes.

All through my childhood and into my early teen years, I knew that our relationship was more than simply mother and son. We were friends and soul mates. The incest stories and videos made me think about my mom as a sexual goddess. She became my lady in my day dreams. Often I masturbated thinking her. In nights I squirted semen dreaming her. I felt ashamed myself and sometimes guilty. But my desire to fuck, yes to fuck, her became stronger when I read more stories. And at last I decided to try my luck. I knew that it was not an easy task. But I determined to go on.

I knew that no mother would spread her thighs to allow her son to screw her unless there was a strange feeling and desire towards her son. My first task was to arouse sexual feelings in her mind. Then, after arousing sexual feelings in her mind, I have to create myself as a sexual object in her mind. She should long for me to penetrate her. But how can I achieve this goal? I thought for several days and finally I prepared a plan to seduce my mom.

My first plan was to make my mother enter into the world of internet sex. I asked her whether she wants to learn how to search sites and download things from the net. She readily agreed and within one week I taught all the basic lessons of computer and internet. I said to her she could use my computer while she was alone in the home in day times.

From next day onwards mom started to use the computer. After two or three days I downloaded some photos of half naked ladies and stored in a folder and saved it in the desk top. I named the folder ‘my favorite girls’. When I reached home after school, I searched the recent documents and found that mom had opened the folder. I was a bit nervous thinking what would be her reaction. But my mother was very quiet, she didn’t say anything about the pictures to me.

The next day I downloaded another set of photos. This time I saved photos of nude girls . Though she had seen the photos the reaction was the same as that of yesterday. Next day I saved some hardcore fucking photos of men and women, including sucking of cock, licking of pussy and group sex photos. That evening, I was on pins and needles, wondering what was going through my mother’s mind. Then I started thinking, maybe she was going to tell my father over the phone and make him speak to me. But nothing happened. That scenario was repeated for the next week. I downloaded many sex photos from the net and saved on the desk top, everyday I found that my mother was watching them but didn’t talk about or mention the pictures to me.

Then I moved a step further. I downloaded some Indian sex stories (not incest) from the net and saved them on the desktop. In the evening I eagerly examined the recent documents. Yes, she had read them. But she didn’t say a single word to me. Why didn’t she scold me for watching these sexy photos or reading these types of stories? One thing was sure that she also liked these things. But, as a mother, isn’t it her duty to prevent her son from browsing these types of sites? I continued these for one more day. The result was the same.

The next day I saved some incest stories, especially mom son sex stories. At that evening I noticed a change in her behavior. She was trying to avoid me and she didn’t talk as usual. What was the thought in my mom’s mind? I couldn’t understand anything, but I was sure that the stories had an effect in her mind. The thing I wanted to know was that whether the change would help me or not. I thought there will be a conversation at night, but nothing happened. She was still being quiet with me.

The next two or three days these things were repeated. Then one day I searched the history and with a surprise and delight I found that mom had explored the incest sites, both stories and videos. She had visited all the popular porn sites. It was a good omen for me. I knew that at last my mother had entered the world of sexual fantasy. I decided to go on to reach my destination. Then my mother started to come out of her shell with me. She began talking more to me and joking around as she usually did, we became close more than before but still no mention of the photos or stories.

Two weeks later my vacation started. I decided to utilize the vacation period fruitfully. I followed my mother everywhere and spend my complete daytime with her. Around at three o’ clock on the first day, she said that she wanted to go for a bath.

“I am also coming with you”, I said.

“No, you can’t come with me”

“Why?”

“Mothers can’t bath in the presence of their sons”

“But you have bathed before me”

“Yes, but that was when you were a small kid”

“I am your kid , aren’t I ?”

“Yea, but you are a grown up boy now.”

“I might have grown up, but still a child for you.” I said and added, “How do you know I am a grown up boy?”

My mother blushed a little. Perhaps the answer came in her mind was that she know it from my computer. But she smiled and said, “I am not going to argue with you, you may come if you want”

Oh! I felt like I was in heaven. I knew that it was going in the right direction. Though we had bath room inside the house, we usually bath outside the house. There is a pipe and a small platform like washing stone in the backyard of our house. There was a compound wall around our house and a few trees. There were no other houses or buildings nearby. So there is no need to bother that someone will watch.

Mother started to wash some cloths. After washing the cloths pointing to the nighty which she wore, she said, “now you can go. I have to change these clothes and wash them.”

“Oh! mom, I’m alone there. I will be here with you”

Then mom said nothing. She turned opposite to me and removed her nighty. I could see her smooth and white bare back which was covered only with the bra’s straps. The scene made me shivering. She then removed the buckles of her bra, but I couldn’t see the marvelous globes as she was standing opposite to me. She loosened the string of the underskirt and raised it up to above her boobs and tied it there and removed the bra. Then she turned towards me. I noticed that her face was reddened and she didn’t speak anything. She began to wash the cloths. To make the situation normal I began to talk some of the matters in my school and about my friends. She listened my words, but spoke only occasionally.

After washing the clothes she began to bath. When she poured water on her body and head, the skirt she wore drenched and it was stuck on her body revealing the actual structure of her body. The outline of her round ass and her heavy boobs were visible to me. I felt the eyes of her boobs were staring at me from behind the skirt. My little monster began to raise his head under my trousers. When she soaped her body, I felt, she tried to conceal her body. When she soaped her boobs and thighs she turned against me. But it was a blessing in disguise. When she bent her body to soap her leg below her knee, there was the inviting sight of her big ass. What a beautiful sight it was! It was like two marvelous globes, the crack between them is visible through the thin wet fabric. I had a strong desire to penetrate my hard dick through her ass hole, but I controlled myself. I talked about some silly matters all the time to avoid any suspicion.

These bathing scenes repeated for the next days. In these days I drank the beauty of her body with my eyes. As days passed I noticed a gradual change in her actions. Now she doesn’t try to hide her beauty from my eyes. When she applies soap over her body, she doesn’t turns! But she turns against me when she soaps her back and ass!! I could see the glimpses of her heavy boobs, her fatty thighs, round ass and sometimes her hairy pussy!!! There was no portion in her body that could escape from my staring. In these days, I also noticed a very subtle change in my mother. She had started wearing a little makeup and she was always in a happy mood. I don’t think she realized that I noticed these changes but I did. Noticing these changes, I realized that my idea has a definite effect on her. I decided to move a step further.

Next day, when mom was washing the clothes I said, “mom, I have to tell one thing to you. But you should keep it as secret”

“Ok, tell me”

“Do you know my friend Rakesh?”

“No, I don’t”

“He is in love with our Maths teacher”

“What! With your teacher”, Mom was surprised.

“yes, mom”

“Isn’t your teacher older than him? Then how can he marry her?”

“Oh! Mom, he doesn’t want to marry her. He only wants to … to….” I stammered.

“He wants to..? Come on , tell me”

“He wants to fuck her”

“Oh! My God! What did u say?” mom had an astonishing look, “He wants to fuck his teacher?. I can’t believe this. How old is she?”

“More than thirty five”

“How can he think like this?”

“Mom, most of my friends wants to fuck our teachers. They say that mature women are better than girls for doing sex”

“How does he know that mature women are better than girls for doing sex?”

“Mom, Rakesh has done sex with his maid servant and her daughter. His servant is 38 years old. Her daughter is 16. He has fucked both of them. He says his servant is more active and better than her daughter”

“So you have any teacher in your mind?”

“No, mom. I can’t find any beautiful teachers up to my satisfaction”

“Do you have any girl friends?”

“No I haven’t any”

“Why?”

“I want to marry a girl who is as beautiful as you are. I can’t find any girl like you”

Mom blushed an smiled and said, “Don’t tease me my boy”

“No mom, I’m telling the truth. You are so beautiful”

“God! shut up, You’re flirting! I am your mother!” Mom said, although she looked pleased at my reaction.

In the night I remembered all the conversation and masturbated. I surprised about thinking from where I got the courage to say all these matters to my mom. It was a good sign for me that mom hadn’t got angry. I felt that mom also enjoyed the conversation. So I decided to go on with my sex talk with her.

The next day I started the conversation at bathing time.

“Mom, I want some money”

“For what?”

“I want to buy a shaving set and shaving cream”

“Ok. I’ll give you”

“Do you want to buy a shaving set?”

“Ha ha ha” Mom laughed, “Why should I buy one?. I don’t have any mustache or beard like you”

“yea, you don’t have mustache or beard. But you have hairs to shave, I know.” I said with a peculiar smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You have hairs in your arm pit and …. and….”

“And?”, mom suddenly became serious. I hesitated for a moment to continue my talk. But anyhow I got the courage and I continued.

“And on your pussy”

“Rajesh, what did you say? Do you forget that you are talking with your mom?” Mom seemed very angry and serious.

“Sorry mom”

Mom didn’t say anything. Both of us were silent for a while. I hadn’t the courage to talk with her.

After a while she asked me, “From where did you learn that women have hairs on their pussy?” Mom was calm when she asked this. This gave me enough courage to speak.

“I have seen your pussy”, I said with a smile.

Mom’s face became reddened. “Oh! My God!” she exclaimed. “Raju, don’t talk like this with your mom?” she said. Then she was silent for sometime.

After a few minutes she asked me, “Ok, you have seen my pussy. But how do you know some ladies shave their pussies?”

“I have seen photos and videos of shaved pussy on the net”

“Which one do you like? Hairy or shaved?” mom asked with a naughty smile.

“I like shaved pussies”

“That means you don’t like hairy pussy?”

“No mom, I like both of them, but prefers shaved one. See, if you shave your pussy, it will be more beautiful”

“You have become a naughty boy. Ok. We should stop here, or we will cross the limit”, mom said.

In the night I re winded all the conversation. We should stop here, or we will cross the limit. That sentence echoed in my mind. Yes. That means she is aware about the changes in our minds. She fears she will cross the limit with her own son.

The next day, about 11 o’clock mother asked me whether we could clean the garden. I agreed. There was a portion in our backyard where some plants and vegetables were planted. There were a lot of weeds and unnecessary grass. We trimmed the grass and cut the unnecessary plants. While cutting a plant my index finger in the left hand was cut and blood oozed from there. Mom became panicked. We went to the nearby hospital and the wound was bandaged. The doctor advised that the wound should not be drenched with water for two days.

In the afternoon mom prepared to take her bath. She washed the clothes and after that she asked me “Can I bathe you now, like the way I used to do when you were small?”

“I am not going to bath today”

“No, you are untidy due to the work in the garden. Come on, I will help you to take the bath”

The moment she suggested this, I had an unusual feeling in me, which I find difficult to describe. There was one self of mine, which was eager to grab this offer and enjoy what I wished for all these days. Yet, there was another self, which felt shy at the thought of exposing my adult body before her. What a contradictory combination of thoughts! Which one did I want?

“No, mom. I will bath tomorrow”

She paused for a moment and then continued, “You feel shy before me, don’t you?”

“It is not right, mom, I think”

“But I have bathed you ”

“Yes, but that was when I was a small kid”

“you are my kid , aren’t you ?”

“Yea, but I’m a grown up boy now.”

“How did you know that you are a grown up boy?”

“I am sixteen now”

“Age is not a matter between a mother and son.”

“Also not a matter between a woman and man”, I said in my mind.

“Ok. Mom, I don’t want to argue with you. Now mom, suppose I agree. Wouldn’t you find it embarrassing to bathe your adult child?”, I questioned her.

“Why should I? Come on honey.” she said with a naughty smile.

“Today, you mean?” I couldn’t control my excitement.

“Yes today itself, if you wish….”she chuckled.

I surrendered. “Ok, but not here. We can go to the bathroom”

Mom agreed that. I went to my room and returned with a towel wrapped around my waist. We went to the bathroom inside the house. She covered my left fist with a plastic cover and took a mug of water and poured the water over my head. Then she started to soap over the body. I felt an excitement. After soaping the upper part of my body she started soaping my legs from the bottom. Her hand gradually raised up to my knees, then to my thighs. The towel was tenting up, showing visible signs of my arousal. There was a hidden feeling of exhibitionism in me that I wanted to expose my tool. The feeling was getting more and more intense as I waited for my mom’s loving touch rightthere!

“Feeling shy?” she asked me with a very low voice.

Before I could answer to her question, she asked me, “Shall I?”

I couldn’t understand immediately what she meant, as she kept the question incomplete, leaving it to my guess, which I couldn’t.

“You…. will do what?” I asked.

“Shall I soap your cock”

“No mom, I shall do it myself. Give me the soap”

Mom handed over the soap to me. I parted the free ends of the towel and my raging cock sprang from behind the towel. Mom’s eyes fell upon it suddenly. I soaped my dick well and then my balls. I looked my mom, oh! She was curiously watching the show. Her face was reddened by the display of my raging manhood. After applied enough lather I removed the foreskin of my manhood and this gave a special display of my swollen red head to her. My show lasted for almost five minutes. I wanted to seduce my mother with that show.

“Ok Mom, now u can pour water”

After bathing me mom took her shower. Now she also showed her assets. Usually I will get some glimpses of her secret parts, but now she showed me everything. When she washed her boobs she lowered her petticoat and when she soaped her thighs, ass and pussy she raised her petticoat and showed everything to me.

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