Ela’s night of passion with her son

Hello, guys. My name is Ela, and I’m here to share my life’s sexual experiences. [email protected] is my ID. You can give your reviews in the comment section as well as on my ID.

I did my college in the US. There, I had an affair with a guy I met at a party. His name was Andrew. We got married just 6 months later and had a son together named Anshul Eric Branson. But happiness didn’t last long between us.

I started an affair with my classmate during my final year of college. Andrew found out. We had a divorce, and he fought for the custody of our son. He won and put a condition that I’d never be able to see Eric. Frustrated, depressed, heartbroken, and defeated, I returned to India.

Apart from my parents and siblings, no one knew about my marriage or child. And even my family was unaware of the reason for my divorce. My parents advised me to move on and treat it like it never happened. I was vulnerable and took their suggestion.

They started looking up guys for me and finalised one. His name was Shekhar. I got married soon after. My first marriage, my son, and my divorce all remained a secret buried inside my heart. For the outside world, my marriage seemed happy and successful. But in truth, it was a nightmare.

Though I had three daughters with him, I wasn’t happy. Shekhar was abusive. He’d beat me on the smallest of mistakes and cheat on me (3 times). He would often insult my parents and me. I wanted to find work for myself, but he never let me.

Thankfully, the nightmare ended when Shekhar went to prison. He always had an anger issue. And on one occasion, in a drunken state, he got into a fistfight with his colleague. Unfortunately, his punch landed badly and ended up injuring the guy severely. The man passed away.

Shekhar was booked for his murder and handed a long-term jail sentence. As per law, I was granted an easy divorce. I got the custody of my daughters, a hefty alimony and a big chunk of his property and money. I sold off the house and the property and moved to a different city.

I got myself a job and submitted myself to raising my daughters.

Years passed. My daughters grew up, and I went from being a young married girl to a mature single mother. Time had pushed my desire to see my son out of me. But I hadn’t forgotten about him. I sometimes thought of contacting him. But the court order was specific that I must never contact him. And that’s why I never went along with that idea.

It was in May of 2019 that I got a friend request from a white-blonde guy named Eric B. I checked his profile. He was a smart and young fellow. I usually don’t accept requests from strangers. But for some reason, I accepted his. 5 minutes later, I got a message from him telling me that he was my son.

The phone dropped from my hands. I never expected him to contact me. After all, he was just 1-year-old when his father divorced me. After getting a grip on my emotions and mustering courage, I replied to his message. At first, our conversation was awkward. But soon, we became comfortable with each other.

We’d talk on the phone on a daily basis. He wanted to know me and my life, and I, his. One day, he told me that Andrew (my first husband) had passed away. Eric was too young when I and his dad got divorced, and he had no memory of me. And his father never mentioned me.

It was when Andrew was on his deathbed that he revealed the truth to my son. Eric always thought that his stepmother was his birth mother. Since he was white and blonde, he never thought that he was half Indian. I felt guilty and asked for his forgiveness repeatedly.

But Eric held no grudge against me. He said that what happened was long ago and that I shouldn’t beat myself over it. He also told me that he has applied for his OCI card and would like to visit me soon. I said yes in a heartbeat. He arrived in India in February 2020 for business purposes.

It was in March that he was finally free and came to meet me. My daughters had gone to stay with my parents. I hadn’t told them about Eric. I didn’t know how to tell them. They grew up not knowing at all that they had a half-brother living halfway across the world.

Thankfully, I’d have a few days alone with Eric before tackling that problem. In the house, it was just me and my son. When I first saw him, I hugged him and cried. Eric comforted me and helped me calm down. A week passed. I’d take him out shopping and show him around the city.

I would take him to the monuments and historic places. We’d watch movies. He’d ask me to cook him all my favourite dishes, which I did. I was enjoying it. But something was weird. Despite everything, I wasn’t able to look at Eric as a mother would look at her son.

I kept telling my brain that he was my son. But my mind always looked at him as this dashing, handsome, young white guy. And boy, he is breathtaking. Eric had told me that he loved mountains. So, I had planned a trip to the Himalayas. I had a house there and thought it would be great to spend some days there.

Back then, we were hearing about the COVID on the news, but it hadn’t become the big thing just yet. But just 2 days after we arrived at my Himalayan house, the government declared the lockdown.

We were now locked in the mountains. But since people live sparsely there, we were able to go out and walk about without bumping into anyone.

One day, we were sitting on the deck at the back when Eric pointed into the distance and asked, “Mom, what’s that?”

“That’s an old temple,” I answered, sitting next to him, “it has historical as well as superstitious value. Locals say that if you offer your prayer there, then the thing you desire the most will come true.”

“Can we go there?” he requested. Enthusiasm sparkled in his eyes.

“There is no road. The only way to get there is by crossing the valley on foot. It’s half a day’s journey from one side. And there is nothing between here and the temple,” I explained.

“Great!” Eric exclaimed in joy, “I love trekking.”

“In that case, we’ll go tomorrow,” I replied, smiling.

We set out early the following morning. I took the backpack that I had brought with me from home. I had emptied one of the pockets to store food and water. I didn’t bother to check the remaining pockets.

We stopped at an abandoned and broken hut that stood at the halfway mark. It had an intact roof, but the walls were missing. The roof stood on 4 wooden logs. The floor was made of stones. On two sides, half of the wall was still there, but it was limited to a small corner. We sat under the shade to rest our legs for a bit.

It was around 2:30 that we reached the temple after crossing a vast valley and climbing up to the top of the mountain. It was the third mountain from my house. His visit gobsmacked Eric. His joy was unimaginable. He was having fun getting to know his Indian side.

After resting for a while and having our lunch, we set out for our house. The sun went down even before we could reach the base of the mountain. The sky had gone dark and cloudy, and a vast valley stood between us and the house. With our torches in hand, we began our long crossing.

Soon, the rain came pouring down. The bag was waterproof, but we were not, and neither were our clothes. I couldn’t risk opening my bag and letting water inside. And I knew very well that I had not packed an umbrella. Our only hope was for the rain to stop or for us to reach the hut that stood at the halfway mark.

By the time we reached the hut, we were completely drenched. Our clothes felt heavy. Eric put the bag down, and I quickly scuttled through its contents. However, I hadn’t packed any extra clothes in the morning. I was hoping there was a pair that I had forgotten to take out.

Though there were no extra clothes, I did manage to find a couple of dry towels and a rope in there. While I was going through the stuff in the bag, Eric managed to gather some dry wood and got the fire going. He fastened the rope diagonally. Then, he took his sweater off, rinsed it, and hung it to dry.

His shirt was the next to go on the wire. With the towel, he dried his hair and upper body. I watched with a gaping mouth as the towel moved slowly down his chest and caressed his chiselled abs. His gym-fit body, his bulky chest, and his muscular arms were doing something to me.

I tried telling my brain that it was my son standing in front of me. But the woman inside me was not in the mood to listen. Eric hadn’t noticed me admiring him. He turned his back on me and wrapped the towel around his waist. He dropped his pants and underwear.

They were soaking wet. I gasped silently. He unwrapped the towel, wiped his backside, and wrapped the towel back on. Eric turned, noticed me still in my wet clothes, and said, “Aren’t you going to dry yourself? You can catch pneumonia.”

He noticed my hesitation and faced the other way. But my hesitation wasn’t because I was too shy to get undressed in front of him. I couldn’t get the image of him moving the towel around his chest out of my mind. I took off my jacket and hung it on the wire.

It was made of leather, and I didn’t know if it would survive the following morning or not. I took off my T-shirt, rinsed it, and hung it next to my jacket. My bra was the next to come off. Every time I put a layer of my clothing on the rope, I took a step closer to Eric.

Finally, I was completely naked and a little more than an arm’s length from him. I dried my hair and my body, but there was a problem. The towel wasn’t big enough to cover my whole body. It could either cover my top or my bottom. I had to choose.

So, I wrapped it around my waist and pulled my hair to the front to hide my breasts. We sat down by the fire, shoulder to shoulder. I could see from the corner of my eye that Eric was trying his best not to stare at my boobs. He noticed me shivering with cold.

He taught me a technique to keep myself warm by rubbing my hands against my ribs. The fire can only do so much when you are completely naked under the mountains at night. We chatted to keep our minds distracted from the cold. I asked him about his first girlfriend.

He found it awkward at first but decided to answer my query to keep me distracted. Our conversation grew deeper. I was sitting close to the fire but did not realise how close I was. I shifted my leg a little to be more comfortable. The edge of the towel touched the blazing wood.

A spark jumped out from the flame, and my towel caught fire. I screamed in terror and jumped. Eric jumped to my rescue. He ripped the towel off my body and tossed it into the flame. Taking his towel off, he wrapped it around my shoulders like a blanket.

That’s what they do in the US to shelter someone from shock after a traumatic experience. I ran into his arms. His fingers met around my back. Eric was completely naked. And even I was bare from the waist down. But our minds were so caught up in the incident that we didn’t realise it.

His grip around my back began to loosen up. I begged him not to let go of me. He obliged my wish and asked me to sit down. In a single motion, we both went down. I sat in his lap with both my legs on one side and my head resting on his shoulder. The fire was burning behind me, warming my back.

I was at a safe distance now. Eric rubbed my back to comfort me. My hand touched his chest. In an involuntary motion, I started tracing circles around his nipples. It was when his dick started poking in my thighs I realised the situation. My nipple play was giving him a hard-on.

I knew I should have stopped, but my urges weren’t letting me. His hard cock made me wanna have him. I wanted him to take me then and there. I planted a soft kiss on his chest. A couple of seconds later, I kissed his chest again. This time, he responded by kissing my hair.

It encouraged me, and I moved up and kissed his neck. He moved his hand down my spine. It was too closer to my bare ass. His other hand cupped my face, and he kissed my forehead. I lifted my head and reached for his face. The towel dropped from my hands, and our lips met and locked.

We kissed like crazy and with great passion. His touch was gentle, yet there was a manliness in it at the same time. I turned in his lap to face him. My legs crossed over his. His dick pressed against my belly, sandwiched between our bodies.

His hands moved around my back and down my spine and grabbed my butt cheeks. He spread them wide as I grind his thighs with my wet pussy. I slipped off his lap and got on all fours. Eric put his hand on the back of my head and guided it towards his cock.

Grabbing my hair and making a ponytail in his hand, he aided my head movement as I sucked on his big delicious dick. He shot his head back, relaxed his body, and loosened his grip around my hair. I took his rod in my hand and started moving my fingers around it as I sucked it even harder.

He started grunting. His pelvis moved up and down, aiding my movements. Eric grabbed my hair tight and flipped me over. Fixing his toes on either side of my belly, he grabbed the edge of the shattered wall that once would have been a window sill. I grabbed his big masculine thighs as he mouth fucked me.

Soon, his thrusts got slower and eventually came to a halt. He pushed his rod deep down my throat. His balls pressed against my chin. And a huge load was shot into my mouth. Eric’s legs trembled as his dick unloaded into my mouth. My face had turned red, and my eyes were nearly popping out.

I wasn’t able to breathe. When he pulled out and got off me, I gasped and coughed. I flipped over and got on all fours. I was coughing relentlessly. Eric patted my back to help my breathing relax. Once my breathing normalised, I lay on my back and spread my legs.

Eric went down on me. His hands scaled up my body. His manly fingers grazed my boobs and found my hard nipples. My thighs cupped his ears, and my legs crossed around his head. He pinched my nipples as he planted a soft kiss on my pussy-lips and bit me down there gently.

That part took my arousal to the next level. I let out a murmured moan and arched my back to let him have more playing space. My hands ran through my hair. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Eric’s tongue traced circles around my pussy.

It moved my sweet clit up and down and round and round. My breathing had changed once again, but this time, it was slow, soft, and pleasureful. Eric parted the curtains that were my pussy-lips and pushed his tongue inside. His mouth now explored the depths of the path that he once came out of.

His tongue gently caressed the insides of my cunt like it was giving me a soft massage in there. I could hear the slurping sound my cunt made. I could feel the water filling up inside. He had hooked his tongue and was slowly tickling the upper walls of my pussy. “Oh, Fuck,” I let out a quiet moan.

“Yeah,” my voice was shaky. My legs loosened their grip around his head. My heels slammed onto the floor. I had reached the peak of my arousal. I couldn’t resist anymore. I wanted him inside me. So, in a shaky voice, I pleaded, “Oh, Eric, please fuck me, baby. Fuck me now.”

Eric pulled his head out and moved on top of me. I could see the wet juice of my pussy around his chin. He positioned himself firmly between my legs and gently guided his shaft inside his old room. His big and thick dick stretched my pussy in a way it hadn’t been stretched in a while.

It reminded me of his father, who had a similar-sized cock. It was a good thing that he inherited his genes in that department. When he entered me, I gave out a slightly louder and slower moan. It had been a long while since I had a cock inside my cunt.

I was craving for a cock for some time. But above all, I have been craving for his cock ever since I saw him at the airport. And now that he was inside me, I felt I had reached my zenith. Eric kissed me with each thrust. He began slowly. My pussy slurped with every push.

My hands combed his hair. His wet lips gave me the taste of my pussy juice. A short while later, Eric rolled over and asked me to get on top and ride him. I guided his hard rod into my hole. He grabbed my milkers. My head flung back, and my hands rested on his knees as I started to hop on him.

“O fuck. O honey, fuck me,” I moaned.

“Oh, Mom, it feels so good. You feel so good and warm,” Eric moaned. My pussy slurped even louder. “It feels so good to be inside you.”

“Oh yeah, honey. Oh yeah, make me cum. O baby, make mommy cum,” I cried as I rode his shaft. I had reached my point. I bent my back, pressed my palms against the floor, lifted my pussy and let the water gush out. It was like someone had turned a fountain on.

I didn’t see where I was aiming at. The stream lasted for a good minute. When I was empty, I sat upright and saw my boy’s face wet with mommy’s juice. He smiled and licked his lips. Eric asked me to bend over the wall. I grabbed the sill. He walked up behind me and slapped my ass.

He spat on my cunt and shoved his dick inside. Now, it was my time to make him come. He pulled my hair and began pounding me from behind.  My boobs jiggled. They smacked against my ribs, making a slapping sound.

“Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” I moaned loud. My moans were filling the dark in the valley.

“You like it, Mom? You like my cock,” Eric muttered.

“Yes, baby. My baby, mommy loves your cock. Drill mommy’s pussy. Drill my pussy with your big fat shaft. Fill mommy up,” I cried. Eric got to the next gear and began smashing my cunt hard. My moans got even louder. “Fuck me, honey. Fuck me, do me like that. Do mommy hard. Mommy deserves it.”

“I love you, Mom,” Eric grunted.

“I love you too, my son. I love you too,” I replied.

His dick began to get stiffer. His thrusts were getting slower but more powerful. He was nearing his limit. Soon, I heard him grunt. His dick exploded inside my pussy and shot his entire load inside me. I wasn’t on birth control. But at that time, the thought didn’t even cross my mind.

When he pulled out, some of his cum dripped out of my pussy and spread over the floor. It was massive. I have never had this much load oozing out of my hole before. Eric lay on the floor, completely exhausted. We had been going at it for over an hour.

I lay next to him, resting my head on his chest and my leg across his waist. He caressed my hair, and I fell asleep in his arms. It was his sudden movement that woke me up. He was putting wood into the fire to keep it going. The rain had stopped, but it was still dark.

I checked my watch. It was quarter to six in the morning. The sun wouldn’t come up until 7. We had spent the whole night lying naked in the open, curled up in each other’s arms. I got up and dug into my bag. There were some leftover sandwiches from the day before.

After eating our mini breakfast and having some water, Eric suggested leaving. But I arrested him by the arm and asked him to sit next to me. I sat in his lap, facing him, and said, “We still have an hour and fifteen minutes of darkness at our hands.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are,” replied Eric.

“Last night was so good that it would be a shame not to do a recap,” I kissed him.

“But you are my Mom,” Eric protested.

“I’m a woman, and you are a man. That’s all I see right now. I have been desiring to have you fuck me since I first saw you. I loved our sex. And I want it more. Don’t you? That hole used to be your home once upon a time. It’s only natural for you to be in there again.”

Eric hesitated at first but then gave into his primordial instincts. He laid me down, did me on the floor, and fucked me hard. I moaned really loud. We made our session a quick one.

As he approached the climax, I kissed him passionately. And when he finally cummed in me, I held his face and said, “Welcome home, son!” We smiled, and we laughed. We were back home before the sunrise.

From our window, I saw people searching the valley. They must have heard my moans the night before and wondered what it was. It was great fun to look at them.

As we were in lockdown, Eric and I had sex all the time for the next four months. He fucked me anytime and in every corner of the house. Eventually, it led to me getting pregnant. And yes, I kept the baby.

Well, guys, that’s my story. Hope you had fun.