My mom...

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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Mom! The word in itself is sexy. This story is for those who agree with me. My mom. She plays with her tress, trying to figure out the most suited style. Looks herself at the mirror and exclaims that she has lost the beauty which she proudly possessed before her marriage. Anxious about her curves, buttocks or breast-size, “even the house-maid has larger boobs” she’d say. She blames my birth and the troubles I put her in for this enormous loss. And then she goes on explaining how me and dad has been oppressing her since we were introduced in her life.
I just hear her saying all this shit feeling with resentment. and I want to stomp her babbling mouth to stop it. but I bear with her speech. I don’t agree with her, however. I still find her appealing as I used to in my childhood days. Well I’m 21 now and she’s 45. I remember when I was three, I pryingly once peeked at her private while she sat over our house drain to urinate. I stupidly went in front of her and leaned over to look under her dress. She scorned me off. I’ve seen her wedding photos, taken almost 25 years back. Of them there is one fantastic picture which I personally appreciate.

It’s her favorite too. At the times she miss her youth she take it out and stare at it. many a time I also acquire it and adore in secret. But I’ve to keep it back in the album lest later she should seek it. one day when I was just out of bath my mom enquired how the picture got into my room. She had been possibly looking around for it. now I couldn’t confess to her that I used to play with that picture. “I was thinking of making a nice sketch of you with its help”, I came up with a lie. “you should’ve told me that. I’m exhausted searching for it everywhere.” I feared if she had read the comment written on its back side – sex in disguise.

Oh! I so much want to fuck you Mom. “Return it after you’re done and show me what you come out with.” Well I did come out with the sketch during whose preparation I felt horny throughout. I also returned its courtesy – the photo with the writings erased (with a spirit as it was written with a marker pen) from its back. I’ve certain perversion toward the things she wear especially the undergarments – panty and bra. When I find them in the bath left for cleaning or outdoor in the sun for dying, I get turned on. At times I’d wear them or ejaculate on them, smell them or chew them. It’s wild but I do it.

She lacks the fashion-sense when she need to go outside with her friends (some of them used to visit us and were really motivating). Once on her birthday one of her friends gifted her an outfit which she specially had thought on her. Mom appreciated it because it was from her friend, although she doesn’t much like such voluptuous dress on herself. she wore it out of excitement. “it’s awesome” she confessed. Demon! she looked damn sexy in that. Hot! Worthy of a fuck! she asked my opinion “isn’t it beautiful?” beautiful? Oops! You got the wrong word lady. “yup, it’s beautiful.” She urged me to take pictures of her. Sure!

My mom has some funny sleeping positions. On many occasions she just carelessly falls asleep on chair, sofa or cot and her thighs or cleavage get exposed. it seems cute but simultaneously sexy. And I cannot resist hardening. It’s keen to be compared with her. To divert myself (or probably to get more absorbed into it) I take various snaps of her using my mobile. Those pictures later serve in my solitary arousals. At home she generally wears a loose maxi which can be diaphanous also. Seldom would she wear a sari tucked below her navel, along with a thin cotton sleeveless blouse revealing her luscious armpits. One night she interrupted me while I was watching an English movie on TV that was unfortunately passing through a sex-scene at the moment.

I was sitting helplessly with an erection. And she somehow noticed that (I realized). She rebuked me harshly (without mentioning that) and sent me off. She never let me watch those shit. A couple of nights later I visited her room as I was stimulated by my wild erotic thoughts. She was in a maxi lying on her back with her legs widespread and right hand above her head and left hand over her stomach. I furtively lifted her maxi to see inside. I could see her pubes and vagina. I folded the dress up and took some snaps. I was thinking of taking bolder pictures of my subject.

An idea clicked in my mind. As she was deep asleep as apparent from her soft snores I carefully removed her left hand from over her tummy. Then I brought a scissor, held her maxi up and cut it longitudinally. Demon! What I am looking at! I could sense my semen surge along the length of my phallus. I asked Demon to remain indoor as I couldn’t decide my responsibility at that hour. It started to ooze. I paused a minute and then took snaps of my bare mom. I cut some of her pubes as memento suddenly she turned and lay on her side. I was alarmed at first but relieved to rehear her snoring.

Her buttocks! I clicked many more pictures of my meaty mother. Her ass was summoning my Demon that once again was stiff. Sorry babe! It was so hard… to take this decision. it oozed for the second time. The cum was falling off my pants. I rushed to the bath. I left her in that horrible situation. I got back to my bed. “Holy crap! What I have done to her garment! It was incurable. What will I reply when she will enquire about this? I thought and fell asleep. It was like a night before exam. Leave it to tomorrow. Relax for now.
I woke up late the next day. After breakfast mom told me that she awoke naked that morning because someone tore her cloth last night. I kept mum. There’s no way I could deny if she’s going to accuse me of that. “I don’t see you with books these days. Are you no more interested in them? Do you want to terminate your studies? Tell me. I’ll tell your dad. Come on. Don’t screw my ass. Tell me. What’s becoming of you? have you lost your senses? Are you dead? Kill me if you are not?… you broke into your mom’s room like a burglar, tore her clothes, and I don’t know why you did that, wanted to see me nude or what, and you left and you didn’t even cared to cover me with a sheet. Is that how you care about your mom? your dad’s staying away expecting to do this shit at home! Expending on your upbringing for this outcome! Me doing all these chores and feeding you for this degradation! And you’re just watching English movies late into night and tearing off your mom’s dress during her slumber. What a damn boy you are? What kind of psychology do you bear? What’s wrong with you?” she reproached. “I love you” “Is this your love?Aren’t you sorry or something?”

Sorry.” “promise me that hereon you’ll be sincere towards your studies and never do such bizarre things.” “mom! I’m not sorry for everything. I’m only sorry for not putting a sheet (shit) on you.” “what? What did you say?” I went off. That day at night, we were watching TV together seated on the sofa. Suddenly she said that she wanted to sleep and she lay beside me with her head on my lap. I was surprised to see the change. Completely at ease with me overcoming our mutual tension throughout the day. “do you go out with any girl?” “nope. just a few I’m friends with.” “isn’t any special?

Don’t hide away from your mom.” it was a casual talk. So I saw no point in covering it. “I do have one. we recently became interested on each other.” “have you had sex with her?” “oh no. it’s nowhere in my mind. nor in hers I think.” “so you’re still your mommy’s boy.” “I am.” She was looking up at me. Like a baby. Her magnificent bunch of long hair was left loose over the sofa on the other side of my lap. “can you swear that?” “um… I can.” “then place your palm over my bosom and swear.” I hesitated. But I had to assure her.
I was beginning to feel restless. “let me check if your penis is still as it was in your childhood.” Saying this she felt my penis. No it has developed a lot. “let it out. I want to see it.” I felt reluctant but obeyed the lady. No she isn’t drunk. It’s one of those rare moments when she is in a funny and cheerful mood. She stroked my balls and penis. “O mom, don’t do this. It malfunctions.” I seemed to plead. But she didn’t heed. She was enjoying playing with it. she turned up and lay on her belly.

She kissed it cutely. With few more strokes, it blew. White lava! She didn’t expected it so early. Anyway, mom collected it on her palm and drank it. she then put it in her mouth. I can’t believe it. what I wished to do all my years she did it herself. she’s sucking the Demon. I blew another four times. As she was doing this chore, I was caressing her hair. Gathering them and demolishing them. Thereafter she sat back. I tuned the TV to a music channel. I moved close to her passing my hands inside her cloth. “don’t tear it. I’m pulling it off.” She stripped. She is naked now.

I asked mom to turn around and bend over on the sofa. Gradually I was loading. I beheld her ass for a while then held her waist and inserted my erectile in it. “ hey I thought you’re entering my pussy.” “is it correctly plugged?” “yes” I remembered the act from a pornography. It should be that mad. I initiated the thrust. Slowly! speed up! fast! faster! go on demon! Hit my mom! “oh! Stronger! Oh!.. Ah!.. Oh!…Ah! Stronger you bastard! Oh!.. Ah!..Oh!…Ah! louder! Oh! Ah! Oh! Ah!” she shrieked. “mom! you have it!…have it again! Mom! mom! mom! mom!” I was assuming the dog’s position with my hands around her belly, feeling myself like a dog.

She was great! Encouraging me with her spasmodic reactions. “mom!” “damn your mom.” “yeh!… yeh!…yeh!” I exhausted. I must have had 8 squirts inside her asshole. I was sitting on the floor. She was lying on the sofa. The music was still playing. Nearly 10 minutes passed. Mom asked me to prick her vagina. I declined as she might get pregnant that way. However she assured that she would not since she’s in menopause and can’t become pregnant at this stage. I woke up. Filled my cock into mom’s pussy. Licking her breasts (almost 20 years later), kneading them.

No milk this time. “aah! Give up! Ahh! Give up! Ohh! Give up my boy.” “mom! oh! You’re so sexy. Umh! Hot.” “oahhhh! Once you came out of it. whole. Hah! Now you come. Only a digit. Yeah! Yeah!……..uh! oh yes! Uh! Uh!…… absolutely!… ruin me… yeah! Please! Uh!…” “mom! I want to hear you say – fuck.” “fuck! oh dear! Fuck me, uh! Uh! Uh!… fuck and make your mom happy.” she laughed to signify that she was enjoying the tryst. After everything was over she complimented “ you fuck better than your dad.”mom! am I a bastard?” “oh!” “hm?” Mom was mum. “tell me mom.” “you are.

I received you from outside our marriage.” “who’s that?” “you met him at the time you were born. You don’t remember now. He lives abroad at present.” “does dad know about this?” “no. actually I aborted after getting impregnated by your dad and within a week got screwed by the real man. I didn’t wish my son be like the person I married.” “that’s great. You’re quite an adventurous woman.” “why don’t you make a boyfriend for such pastimes?

He may understand you better.” “well I’m seeking one of my friends’ hubby. He too admires me.” “have two of you ever slept together?” “not yet. His sense of wrong-doing is better than mine.”Look at me. Am I not pretty?” “why do you worry about that? You’re prettier than my penis.” She smiled. “mom! I’m hungry now.” “Oh! Goodness me! I forgot about our dinner.”
Mom! you won’t regret it later, will you?
Of course not dear. Rather I’ll feel more satisfied to have done it with my son.
Mom! do you masturbate?
Yes I do.
Any prop?
Ya I use my comb or toothbrush handle at times.
I didn’t know my mom is so horny.
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Why didn’t you let me know earlier? I wasn’t aware of your incestuous love for me. Moreover I always wanted to dominate you, take pleasure in subduing you. behave rude but smiling at the same time. I see your dick standing when you’re asleep and secretly crave for it. I discover semen stains on my undergarments, know where they’re from and willfully wear it. I can’t describe to myself how erotic a feeling it is… I read what you wrote there at the back of my wedding photo.
I looked up the meaning of ‘fuck’ in the dictionary and became apprehensive of your mind. that’s when I determined to grant your wish. It was all a fake rebuke this morning. Meant for creating an environment of suspense. I appreciate your calmness while I was verbally thumping you. but your response was sexy.

You’re a cunning bitch.
She smiled.
We haven’t had many encounters following that. Our longing for each other has faded. I’ve become busy with my girlfriend. Perhaps she too has been able to convince her boyfriend. But I still ogle at her photos when I’m
alone.

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