Mutual Seduction Of Me And My Son

I am 45 year old. I live in a small village in Manipur. My son is in his teens. He is very naughty. He seldom stays at home during the day time. He comes back at the dinner time and just after the dinner he sleeps. My husband is terribly drunkard, stay outside home all the time. He comes back home at late night, just to sleep. He does not pay any attention to me and family. In practical sense, we all three do not have time for chat or discussion. I run a small shop for which I am busy all the days till night.

One day, my husband’s sister, Rameshori, comes to my shop. She says that my son, Anil Singh, has an affair with a woman of my village. The woman is about 50 years old. I am shocked to hear this. She says “Bhabhi, I have seen how Anil had sex with the woman. One day, I went to meet the woman. I heard her moaning in a sexy tone. I peeped through front window of her house. I could not believe my eyes. She shouted she could not bear the pain. I saw Anil’s member, about 8 inches long and 3 inches thick. She was enjoying like anything”.

I do not believe what I hear. But she keeps on saying that his big tool dug the woman giving her the highest pleasure.

After about 15 minutes of her narration about my son’s fucking session with an older woman – even older than his mother, I am thinking about his ill behavior initially. I am afraid how his life will be ruined; his character will bear bad morality. What I can do to stop him, I keep on thinking.

After a couple of days, Rameshori comes again in the day time. She again says that Anil had sexual session last evening. When she saw him going toward the woman’s house, she followed him. She spied and saw how he fondled her breast, kissed her intimately and later he took out his big tool from his jeans. It was unbelievable that the young boy had such a big penis.

She told me that for a moment she could not think anything else; she dropped her chin. When he pushed his penis inside her cunt, she was murmuring in pain. The 50 year old cunt felt pain, I wondered. The woman enjoyed fully with the young man. As she is a widow and her son is working in Imphal, they could enjoy their times without any fear. The neighbors also do not have any suspicion because of the age gap between two fuckers.

She keeps on saying, “Your son becomes a bad boy having affair with an old widow. However, it is cent per cent true that his penis is good to look at. The size is not comparable to any. Very big, indeed. 8 inch long, thick enough to tear any cunt. Moreover, they did twice within 25 minutes.

While spying him, I felt enjoyment of peep a fucking couple. Overcoming the guilt of seeing sexual act of a nephew, I control myself and enjoyed the scene through a window hole.” I do not like to hear her praising of my son’s penis. But, I cannot stop her. At the backside of my consciousness, I imagine how his penis looks like. I never thought of my son as having a penis in his pants. Rameshori’s vivid narration of my son’s sexual act makes me wondered about his sexual act. To me, he is still a boy, innocent, but naughty.

After she leaves, I am haunted with my son’s sexual acts. The woman is old enough, elder than his mother. I am only 45; having a good figure. My hip is sexy. Breasts are still good in shape. For about 2 years, I could not enjoy sex with my drunkard husband. My husband no longer takes interest in sex. Partly because of his drinking habit, partly because of his physical weakness, he loses his sexual appetite. So long, I take it as my fate. But, these two days, I am excited. The big young penis and cunt of an old woman.

My husband never fucked me twice in a night. Son did twice within a half an hour. I feel wet in between my legs. But, is it possible that a boy has a long and thick penis of that size? The night I cannot sleep. My drunkard husband is sleeping like a dead log in his bed. I go towards my son’s room and peep through the door, half opened. I cannot see anything. I want to open the door and see. But I am afraid.

For about a week, I am restless. My son, Anil, is a muscular man. He has a broad shoulder and chest. He is tall and strong. In short, he is a young handsome man. He passed his graduation; remained unemployed. We cannot afford for his higher study. So, he is always with his uneducated, nasty friends. Sometimes, they drink or gamble. He earns a little as a tutor to village children. He saves. He seldom asks me for money.

My son, Anil, always take bath in the morning. We do not have a bathroom. So we take bath in the backyard. Before he and his father wake up, I take bath and prepares their breakfast. I usually keep their breakfast on the table before I go to the shop. My shop is very near to our house. One morning, I see my son going for taking bath. He wears only lungi. Seeing his naked broad chest and muscular arms makes me excited.

For a second, I am excited sexually. His face is charming. The lips are full and very much tempting. I say myself: oh god, forgive me for such a thought. I prepare breakfast quickly and keep two plates on the table. I rush to my shop. For the first time, I feel the need of strong arms to caress me tightly. My womanhood resurfaces after a couple of years. I feel tightness in my panty. Whole day, I try to erase the images of the muscular body of my son. I fail.

It is eight pm. He does not come back home. I am thinking that he is fucking the old woman to the maximum pleasure in her bedroom. She must have felt the strong prick of a young man. Enjoying the young body on her top, she must have felt her own sex alive. I imagine how his big tool enters her cunt. She must have felt the fullness of her hollow and barren cunt. But, what could he enjoy with the deformed breast and old body. I am waiting for him here. For the first time, I feel lonely. My husband is always late or sometimes he does not return. I do not worry about him. His penis is very small and weak. He did not give me the full enjoyment of having sex. I forget when did I had sex with my husband.

A shadow enters, I see, our gate; yes, he is Anil. He comes very slowly; I sit on our verandah. He looks at me and asks, “Mom, what are you doing here?” I say, “It is late. Where you have been?” He does not answer me. It is his usual behavior. He changes his clothes and comes to kitchen. He wears a lungi, no shirt. His bare chest again excites me. I give him food. He silently eats and I silently stare his body built. There is no sign of his having sex. I see a portion of his thigh through his lungi. I like to see his penis. But I cannot. The shapes of his thigh, the naked chest thrill me. I keep on staring him. But, he is eating his food. He seems to be so innocent. Still, every movement of his body part arouses me.

The night seems very long. I wonder if what Rameshori told is true. I am not sure my son fucked the woman. But, the thought excites me more and more. Once, before my marriage, one of my friends told me of my figure and the size of penis, I required. My cunt is tortoise-type. And as my buttock is postulated backward, I need a penis longer than 8 inches. She told me that thick penis would me more suitable for vagina of tortoise-type cunt. In that sense, my married life is worse. Small and short penis, my husband has; moreover, very weak. My son becomes answer to my need, at least for my physical need. Thinking about his physique, I am all wet inside my dress. My nipples erect and my breadth becomes heavier. I cannot control myself but touch myself deep inside my dress. Practically, I masturbate till I sleep. Before I sleep I have a strong organism after a long time.

In the morning, I am doing all the morning chores. After washing some clothes, I am preparing breakfast. My son once again comes out in his lungi. He folds his lungi half and goes to take bath. His rippling muscles make me feel hot. I hear sound of pouring water from water reservoir filling buckets. I hear sound of brushing his teeth. I hear water sparkling over his body. I am tempted to see his naked body. So I slowly go the rear room where we keep old household articles. The room is so dirty because no one goes there daily. I go inside the room and close the door. I stand nearby the rear window that faces our backyard. I peep through and see my son taking bath. He is applying soap all over his body. His right hand applies soap inside the lungi. I cannot see his penis. I see his muscular chest, shining in sunlight. My heart beats wildly. Am I doing right thing? Peeping a bathing son. I come out feeling guilty.

I am in a moral dilemma. Should I peep again in search of my answer? Is thinking about son sexually right? But, I cannot wash the imagined image of my son’s body. In the evening, while serving my son his dinner, I wear a low cut T-Shirt. Upper portion of my breast is revealed. He does not stare it. I wear my dress very tightly so that any man can see the shape and firmness of my hip.

My buttocks look very sexy, my friends always say. These are my assets. Anil without paying any heed takes his dinner silently. I like to disturb the scene so I put a dead cockroach inside my T-shirt. I shout, “Oh my god, what is it?” Anil looks at it and sees half of the insect inside my shirt. I jump as if I am panicky. He tries to take out the insect; but my hand just loosens the neckline so that the insect enters the shirt fully. I keep on shouting. His right hand enters the shirt; but as the backside of the hand touches my breast, he takes out his hand.

After thinking a while, he stands behind me and inserts his right hand inside my shirt. I say, the insect is moving inside. I shout. Calmly his palm touches my breast. My heart beats hard, my breadth becomes heavier. His hand searches the insect.

Slowly, my hand moves around the lower rim of the shirt so that the dead insect falls down. Anil’s hand finds my breast but not the insect. He says, there is no insect inside. I say, it is moving inside. He then takes out his hand.

He puts both his hand from below the shirt. His hands are moving here and there over my bra. I close my eyes. I slightly feel the hot air coming out of his nose over my shoulders. I understand he is looking down to see my breast. His hands starts moving slowly and slowly; he does not fondle or caress my breast. “It is not inside” he says. I notice his voice is shaky. “I don’t know where it goes” I say slowly. I do not like him to notice that I am enjoying the touch.

He searches inside the shirt but over my bra. Then, not saying anything, he inserts his hand inside my bra, from below. He uncovers my breast. I lost my course to open my eyes. I surrender myself to the situation and wondering what my son, Anil, would do next. I try not to hiss.

His hands moves around my breast and finally touches my nipples. I know my nipples erects with a male touch. I appreciate his control; he does not caress my breast. I wish however he should play with my deprived breast. I feel wetness inside my panty. I hear his father’s voice outside. “Open the door” he commands. “He comes back” I say to my son, “the insect might have been fallen.” I hear myself my voice like a whisper in a lover’s ear.

My son looks down on the floor. And he picks up the dry cockroach. He smiles sweetly as if he knows my trick. “It is here” he says and throws it outside. I open the door for my husband. He goes straight to kitchen. He silently takes his dinner. In son’s presence, he usually does not speak.

I am so happy as if I win a battle – for lust and passion. I recover myself. I am so excited and recalling each movement of his hand on my breast. I am sure; he was also excited while touching my bare breast and nipples. I could have excited my son. Whole night, I reenact the scene again and again. Did I try to seduce my innocent son? He is, I argue, not so innocent; he fucked older woman. I am far better than the old woman of 50 in all senses.

In the morning, as usual, I prepare breakfast. I am waiting for my son to wake up. Finally he wakes up. After morning ritual, he comes to kitchen. He asks for breakfast. I try not to look at his eyes, give him a plate of bread and butter. “Do you feel itching on the skin? Cockroach fluid makes itching sensation on the skin” he teases me. “I don’t know” I say. After gathering all my courage, “There is unusual sensation, however” I continue. He holds my hand and slowly pull me towards him, “Let me see any red spot on the skin.” “Not now” I hiss. I think he knows what I mean.

My husband is late riser. Other days, I did not mind about him in the morning. I was busy with my household chores and preparedness to go to the shop. Today, it seems every minute is so long. After having breakfast, Anil goes to his room. I curse my husband. “Come on, wake up, eat and go away” I say myself. After 15 minutes, my husband wakes up and washes his face. He goes out without having breakfast. I do not like to ask him for having breakfast. What difference it will make, I think.

I guess my son knows that his father goes out. He comes out of his room. But he goes to take bath in the backyard. He did not ask of the sensation. I stand in the kitchen taking a piece of bread. I hear the usual sound of pouring water. He starts taking bath. I slowly go to the rear room from where I do peeping. My son is sitting on the floor and pours water over his head. His whole body is wet, his hand is busy with soaping. I stare his lungi. The lungi is soaked with water and reveals the shape of his penis. After a minute, I am breathless seeing his penis – so long and big. The sharp is uniform. His hands apply soap inside the lungi. I see the naked penis of my son. I cannot control myself; my hand touches my cunt over my dress. I am so hot; sweat all over my body. He looks like god of lust. His penis erects fully as he applies soap over and over. His eyes close now and then. It is a monstrous sight; I am sure, it is not just 7 inches. It must be more than eight and 5 inches circumference. It is like that of a young horse. I am tempted to touch it with my hand. I like it to touch my perfumed garden.

I do not know when my hands reach my garden deep inside my dress. I masturbate then and there enjoying the naked beauty of my son’s penis. My left hand fondles my breast. It gives a strong sexual pleasure. My breath is heavier and my nipples erect. I have a sudden and strong orgasm. When I regain myself; my son is drying his body and hair. I rush out of the room to reach kitchen.

“Are you ok? No burning sensation on the skin” he asks me from behind. I cannot turn to show my sweating face. He comes and hugs me from behind. He wears only lungi. I feel his big penis rubbing my bum. He hugs longer, I think. “I feel unusual sensation on the skin” I repeat the answer expecting the same answer from him, “Let me see any red spot.” But he does not say anything. He inserts his hands inside my shirt from below to raise the front side of the shirt. His hands moves up and up to touch my breast. My bra is above the breast; it does not cover the breast. It is sweating also. “It is so hot, mom” he says, “It must be effect of last night.” I want to say “Not only of last night but also of this morning.” I cannot utter any word. He touches my breast with his hands and asks “it is here you feel unusual feeling.” I do not answer. “Here or here” he moves on over my breast.

He slowly starts fondling them. I feel his cheek touches my cheek. His lip touches my shoulder. His penis takes all the liberty of rubbing my bum. As I do not react, he takes full liberty. At last his penis is kept in crack. “Mom, your sensation must be a serious one. You are sweating all over your body. I don’t know how back cockroach effect is,” he teases me as if I am a young girl. His voice is so confident. He becomes bolder; he pinches my nipples. “Should I apply some salty water on” he whispers. “I don’t….know” I reply in a husky voice. Shy, I am like a young wife. The voice itself gives him a message: you do whatever you like. He hugs very tightly. My breasts are under his palms.

Then he takes out his left hand and licks it thoroughly. I see the palm is soaked with his saliva. He slowly inserts his hands once again. Rubbing my breast with the hand gives me another level of excitement. He caresses my breasts. He kisses my neck and rubs his chin on my cheek. I cannot open my eyes to see how he looks at my face. His hot air is on my face. He, in slow rhythm, moves his penis over my crack. Juice comes out to soak my panty. I cannot stand; I lean back on his chest. He opens my shirt while caressing my breast. He takes out his left hand and puts on my thigh. He starts rubbing over my dress. I do not how to react to this overt movement. I do not protest or any sign of it. His hand enters inside my dress to find the naked upper thigh. His rubs and rubs. He has a magical power; I am totally under its spell.

He moves back a little. Then hugs me suddenly with a great force. This time, I know he takes out his penis from lungi. His courage is commendable. “Mom, are you ok? Saliva will neutralize the poison of insect” he lures me. He starts rubbing his penis over my crack. I cannot say anything. After a while, he forces me to turn around. He hugs me. My bare breast touches his broad, muscular chest. It gives me a strong pleasure. “Are you still feeling unusual sensation?” he asks. “It is itching all over my body” I say rubbing my breast on his chest. “It spreads like a fire” he teases me. “YES” I shout.

At this time, we hear a man’s voice on the courtyard.. While he moves back from me, I see his big penis. I cast down my eyes. He says, “You take bath once again. You are so hot, mom.” He goes out to meet him. Is it wrong to explore sexual pleasure with my teenage son? I forget all the moral codes of mother-son relationship. He is a womanizer, I confirm. I am his admirer. I like to forget that I gave birth him.

“Hey, how are you?” I hear Anil’s voce. “Mom, look, who is coming” he continues.

After adjusting my dresses, I go out to find my uncle who underwent a surgical operation. I have to welcome him. He had major operation last week. We did not expect of his survival. I am so happy that he recovers so soon. “I come to meet you. As you, mother and son, takes trouble in helping us in our difficult time, I come here to thank you all.” What I should do — thank him for visiting us or curse him for disturbing me. I ask him to come inside. Thanks God, he tells me that he has to visit Rameshori’s home too.

He once again thanks us and leaves. I look at Anil’s face. He smiles broadly. I half smile bashfully. He comes near me and holds my right hands. “How do you feel now? This granduncle is always a disturbing man. He disturbs my plan to go to Imphal for a holiday. Because of his operation, I could not join my friends. He disturbs all the relatives. Even today, he disturbs….” He says. “Don’t speak ill of elders. Respect them” I advised as a mother. I wonder myself how can I say so because I also think the uncle is just a disturbing element at least for this day. “How is your skin?” he asks rather teasingly.

“It is paining all over” I say in a low voice.

“Where?”

“There only.”

“What? Up or down?” How shamelessly he asks. It does not annoy me, however.

“hmmm. I don’t know”

He pulls me towards him. “Stop, if anyone sees.” I see from the corner of my eyes the increasing size of his penis. It is moving up and down inside his lungi. He still holds my hand. Then he keeps his palm on mine. I am fully mesmerized with his bold sexual advancement in broad day light in the open courtyard. He looks so sharply on my breast. I cannot believe how courageously a teenage boy behaves with a mature woman. Though I like him to hug me once again, I cannot take him now. I feel my panty tightening me as my mound starts swelling. Its size becomes like a fist. It is all wet again. I am blushed. “Come on. Let us go inside.” He pulls me towards house. Slowly he puts his right hand on my shoulder while walking towards front door. Then slowly he slides down his hand over my breast. I stop him and try to remove his hand. “What happen? I like to see the temperature. If the temperature is high still, the poison of the insect goes down.” I do not utter any word. “Check the temperature on the forehead.” I do not know how I answer.

“Temperature should be checked on the spot where the insect bites”

“Cockroach did not bite me.”

I enter the front room which is our visitor’s room. He stops me. He faces me and holds the lower portion of my shirt. He says “Let us check the temperature. If there is red mark then the poison is still inside.” He raises the shirt to expose my breast in front of his eyes. He removes my bra. This time, he shows how skillfully he can remove bra. I cross my arms over my naked breast. I try to lean my head on his chest. But, he holds me back and observes my breasts.” Let me suck out the poison from this” he touches lower part of my breast. His lips touches and sucks. He slowly sucks all parts of my bosoms.

At last his lip sucks my nipple. His tongue intrigues my nipple; I am fully aroused. He plays very slowly. There is no hurry in his moves. Then his left hand enters my dress; after a brief rubbing on my upper thigh, he tries to rub my inner thigh. I part my thigh to allow his hand; he starts playing my cunt over the panty. I am totally lost in the sexual world. I do not like to think anything but to enjoy the moments. A womanizer’s touch on my sexually starved cunt! “It is all wet inside” he murmurs. He lifts his face towards mine. His lip touches mine. Then he touches my nose tip, eyes, forehead. My lips are shaking. “Are you alright, mom? You are shivering.” “Yes…. No, I am not ok” I answer. “Tell me what happen? What I should do”

I hold him tightly. I crawl his back with my nails. He moves sidewise, rubbing my naked breast on his chest. His hands have a skill to untie my lower dress. He tries to loosen my dress and petticoat. Slowly and slowly. The slow action gives me unbearable excitement. I start sweating. He inserts his hands inside my panty backside. He touches my buttocks with his both hands. He pulls me more towards him. His wild tool is rubbing my mound; the dress slide down slowly. I am enjoying the sliding down of dress from the narrow space between my mound and his big penis.

“Mom, you are so beautiful. You have a perfect figure.”

“Oh… I am too old. Now longer it is charming. Your father prefers wine to me, now.”

“The fool does not know where is gem” while saying it. His hand touches my mound. He tries to insert his hand but cannot. So, I turn myself and lean back on his chest. His body supports me but his hand happily enters my panty. He rubs my cunt slowly. He tickle my clitoris. I am in seventh heaven.

“Who told you that you are old? You have all the treasures any man will die for”

His penis moves rhythmically on my naked crack. I cannot control myself. His hand is moving on my vagina playfully. He kisses my neck, cheek. His low moaning.

“Mom, let me hug you” he turns me around. He knee down to slide down my panty. I face him. He looks my hairy cunt.

“What a good treasure it is! A perfect place of pleasure. You know is tortoise type.” He stands up and hugs me tightly. His penis is rubbing my cunt. He kisses my fully. His tongue enters searching my tongue. The two communicate inside my mouth. He is perfect kisser. I wonder how the old woman taught him to kiss.

His penis moves outside my cunt. Rubbing hard. He starts moving faster and faster.

“Hmmm… I …. mmm” I moan slowly. I attain high orgasm. Juice comes out of my vagina. I hold him tightly. I pull his hair. I kiss him deeply. I lost myself. At that time, he also moans.

“Mom, you have the best. down there is so hot” saying so, he ejaculates hot semen. It is so powerful, he holds me by hip and teasingly his penis moves up and down along my cunt lips. He holds me tight and kisses.

Coming holding back myself, I try to dress myself. He holds me back from behind; touching my breast, he says, “How do you feel after my treatment? Tonight, I have to inject you to neutralize the poison.”

“What injection? Where?” I exclaim.

“It is deep injection. Here.” He rubs my cunt. It is a big mound, so you will need a needle of 8 inches.”

I do not answer. I feel shy to say such sexual metaphors.

“Tonight. OK?” he asks again.

“No, it will be painful. I think I cannot take it fully”

“There is no half needle. Moreover, you have a good physique. You will be able to take fully. It will make you happy. I will not show tonight”

Shamelessly I say, “If it is not painful, why not just now”

“Mom, are you not tired? I think you may not like my rough fondling of your breast right after…”

“Shut up! Don’t use dirty words”

“What about dirty act”

“Show how dirty you are by action” I smile, move my hip teasingly. My inhibition is no more. I think night is not proper time. I cannot take risk.

“Let us go to your room” he holds me to lift and takes me to my bed room. His smell after a brief foreplay is more intoxicating. He lays me down on my bed. He kisses me on my lips and fondles my breast. He takes my hand to touch his big monstrous penis. I do not hold it but he rubs it on my palms. With increasing excitement, I hold it and play in a rhythmic motion. He starts moaning. “Mom, don’t you like it? See how my snake is dancing happily because it gets its right hole.”

“How many holes it has entered”

“Does that matter? I learned from others so that I can give full ecstasy to you.”

He lays down on me. I do not like to argue but to enjoy. He takes my legs upright and puts his tool at the gate of my vagina. After that, I am lost my consciousness. This much I can say, I reach top level of pleasure, forgetting how painful it is when his big penis enters deep inside my cunt. I cannot count the pumping. I am quite sure Rameshori saw Anil’s penis entering the old woman. She did not lie. The woman might have experienced the real pleasure of fucking. The hot semen of my son in my womb convinces me that incest is within man-woman relationship. This is the beginning of a new relationship with my Anil.