My mother

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I have been into incest. My fantasy about my mother started when I was just 10 years old but I could realize my dream very recently. I am 30 years old now and my mother is 49. I started thinking about sex when I heard about my friends’ attempt in seducing a classmate of mine. Then I was in 5th class.

Very soon I discovered the pleasure of masturbation and the power of fantasy. In my fantasy world, I included my class girls; other girls in the different classes and slowly the list contained my lady teachers and other women in the neighborhood. Almost every night I masturbated thinking about some woman I saw during the day. One day after seeing my half-sister in a semi naked condition in the bathroom, I started dreaming about her and unbeknown to me I started fantasizing about the other members of the family. The stimulation that I derived by thinking about people whom I know intimately was always greater than thinking about somebody I hardly new.

All my cousins, aunts and mamis entered my fantasy world and I was always looking forward to getting to bed as early as possible so that I could jerk off to my heart’s content. All my women relatives gave me good hard-on but those who were older to me by 15-20 years were my favorite.

Thinking about sex became my pet tool to pass time but there was no possibility of getting real experience of fucking at that age. My urge to have some kind of real pleasure of inserting my prick into something resembling a cunt led me to experimenting. Very soon I hit upon a novel idea and till today it is my favorite one. I made a slit in my bed and inserted my penis into the slit and adjusted the cotton inside so as to encircle my penis completely. Instead of using my hand to jerk off, I could move my penis back and forth in the bed slit and the experience was really pleasant as the cotton surrounding the dick gave some kind of a velvety feeling. It became my daily habit to insert my prick into this substitute cunt and fantasize about some older relative and jerk off. Although I was careful in not spewing out my cum inside the slit, I did ejaculate in the slit many times unable control my self and thereby spoiling the cotton inside and this set me to think as to how to continue to jerk off and come inside the slit but not spoiling the bed. One day when nobody was at home I went in to my parent’s bedroom and started looking around. Underneath my parent’s bed was a small packet. Curiously I opened one and found condoms inside. I did not even know then as to why it was used but the shape of the condom gave me some idea. After searching further I found one used condom with semen still inside. I think my father had used the condom during the previous night but had forgotten to throw it away. I got a huge hard on thinking about as to what my parents might have done with that condom.

Unable to resist the temptation, I flicked one condom and ran to my room, put the condom onto my dick and inserted my penis into the slit and started pumping. The feeling was great as I could pump in and out smoothly. As usual I tried to dream about some of relatives but my thoughts kept on coming back to my parents and what they might have done during the night. I visualized the picture of my father putting his condom sheathed penis into my mom’s vagina and fucking her till he came inside of her (He came alright, the proof was there inside the condom!) OH! God. I wanted to be in my father’s place and I wanted to be in between my mother’s thighs. Yes. I wanted to fuck my mother. My own mother whom I call Amma. Until then I did not fantasize about my mother but that day I did and I was hooked. I realized why I was always attracted to older women and it was because subconsciously I was lusting my own mom. The very idea of making love to my mother took me to the edge in no time and I blasted my cum into the condom.

Wow, so nice, cum did not spill out, bed was not spoiled and I was so joyous. I kept on pumping in and out of my bed slit thinking about my Amma and in no time I was hard again and I was hooked.

Well, although I derived unbelievable pleasure by fantasizing about my mother, I was feeling little guilty. But always desire overcame the guilt feeling and I started ending my mental fuck session always with Amma’s image in my mind. Guilt feeling used to linger since I thought I was the only one feeling this way. But god is great. One day, I saw a book called “Rasavanti” in my friend’s big brother’s bookshelf and I flicked the same.

The book was an eye opener for me and I enjoyed story after story and hit a jackpot in the end. The last story was about a mother and son and their special love for each other. My joy knew no bounds that day as I realized that I was not alone in this world who desires his own mother. People like me are out there and are actually doing IT! OH. My god. That story was a morale booster for me and I started lusting my mother without any guilt feeling. But I was still young and had no chance to make known my feeling towards my mother. During next 20-year’s time my mother was my steady mental sex companion and almost never a day passed without me thinking about my mother and lusting her. Every time I thought about my mother I got horny. Whenever I was around my mother I was feeling horny. Occasional glimpse of her boobs, thighs remained in mind always and whenever I recalled them my lust for my mother soared. But there was no way to realize my dream then.

I completed my school in our village and then moved to city for higher education. City proved to be a good place and very soon I started collecting erotic reading materials. Although I liked all erotic stories I liked stories on incest more and that too stories of incestual relationship between mothers and sons was my favorite. But there was not many. In the last 20 years I read a lot about sex including Freud. Freud was right.

Every male lusts his own mother. Every boy wants to take the place of his father! My lust for my Amma never subsided and I analyzed my own mind and concluded that there is nothing wrong in my lusting my own mother and given a chance would like to really fuck her.

I should thank Internet, which helped me in realizing my dream. Yes I could fuck my mother at last. About a year back I started browsing through the Internet and I stumbled upon a lot of material on incest. I collected very large number of mother/son stories. Till about last two months, it was my routine to read one or two mom-son stories with my condom covered penis inserted into my bed slit and then mentally enact those stories with my own mother. After reading all those stories I too wanted to consummate my love with my mother and I planned.

I am presently working in Bangalore and had bought a house in April. I requested my mother to come and help me set up my new house. She readily agreed as my father was to go abroad for few weeks and she did not want to stay alone in Poona. She came and helped me in setting up the house. I was really happy to have my mother around. My routine of reading incest stories late into the night continued and the very fact that the woman I lusted all these years was there just across the room used to make my mind whirl. I masturbated umpteen times during each night since my mother arrived. After two days of her arrival when I was getting ready to go to bed my mother came into my room. I was just about to pick some stories to read. She asked me to give her something to read. I told her that I don’t have anything that she could read. She then enquired as to what I did till late hours every night? I was little taken aback and I told her that of course I did some reading but that was nasty stuff!

“So what”, could I too not read some nasty stuff?”

“How can you Amma?” I asked.

“Common son, I am your mother and I came to this world before you, if you could read something then I think, I too could.”

Well, suddenly, I decided to grab the opportunity and try my luck. I told her “ok Amma, I will give you something to read but on two conditions?”

“What?” she asked.

“Well, you should read here along with me and…?”

“And” what “magane”? (Son-in Kannada).

“Well, when you read, you should allow me to touch you here and there!”

“What? What do you mean by here and there?”

I blurted out “Amma, please do not mistake me, “condition is condition” and if only you agree, I will give you what I have; other wise sorry”. I don’t know what she thought then, but after few seconds she said, “OK, I agree”.

My God! Was I dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure that I was not dreaming and decided now or never. I invited my mother to come in and made my bed and asked her to sit down. I opened the side drawer and asked my mom to pick any thing that she wanted to read. She pulled out a small file wherein I had kept some hard copy print outs of the stories that I downloaded from the Internet. Well, each story was about mothers and sons and I was little unsure as to how she might react when once she opened the file. While I held my breath, Amma slowly opened the file and turned to the first page. OH! Boy! Did I hear her gasp? The title of the story was “I and my son” and I saw her fingers trembling slightly. Giving a sideways glance towards me she turned another page where story started. By then I was bold and sat beside my mother and put my face on her shoulder as if I too started reading.

The story was about a son who was attracted to his own mother and was one day peeking through the bathroom door while his mom took bath. There were some graphic details as to how she looked and son gets too horny and takes his dick out and starts jerking off.

My mother continued her reading and I could notice her breathing quickening. When she was about to turn to page two, I helped her by stretching my hand over hers and turned the page and then withdrew my hand back and placed my hand on her bare arm.

Slowly, I started rubbing her arm up and down and touched her breast on the side. Mom continued to read-on and I suddenly inserted my right hand underneath her arm and praying to god, cupped her right breast. God, she gasped OH! But by then my other hand encircled her back and came out under her other arm to hold the other “ammanni” (breast-in our dialect).

Amma asked “Enidu magane” (What are you doing? Son)

“Did I not tell you Amma that I want to touch you? That is what I am doing” and held her both the breasts firmly in my hand. She trembled in my hands and I asked her what paragraph she was reading. She showed me and I too read-on. In the story the son was busy jacking off looking at his mother and mother saws him! Although taken aback, mother recovers soon and gets curious and slowly turns towards the door and gives her son a good opportunity to look at her. Son feasts on mother’s body for a few minutes. Then unable to control himself he runs to his room to finish off his jerking. Mother seeing her son going back, towels herself and comes out. Instead of going straight to her room, she peeks through her son’s bedroom. Her son was lying naked on the bed and was fisting his penis up and down. He had closed his eyes and was moaning mom, mom, and mom. That mother was now sure as to what was on her son’s mind and the thought of her own son desiring her made her horny. She discards her towel and opens the doors of her son’s bedroom and walks towards his bed nakedly.

Here, I too was terribly aroused and was massaging my mom’s breasts, which were swollen now. I started tweaking her nipples and in no time they were erect. Slowly bringing my face next to hers I too moaned “Amma”, “Amma”.

While my mom was engrossed in her reading I opened her blouse buttons. Even before she realized as to what was happening I had set her boobs free and grabbed them again. What a feeling! I had almost cum in my shorts with the first touch of my mom’s naked boobs. Crushing her boobs in my hand I asked my mom what she has been reading and she pointed out to me where mother had already moved onto her son’s bed and was asking her son whether he was just day dreaming about his mother or he really wanted her? When son could not answer anything, she grabs him, embraces him and tells him not to worry and she knows what he needed. The story then goes on step-by-step and when the mother asks her son to put his prick into her vagina, my mother trembles in my hands and whispers OH, My god. By then I had played with her boobs for a while and was slowly inching my hands towards her navel. Slowly massaging her navel area, I asked her “what?”

“Is it possible son? She is asking him to…?”

“Asking him what? Amma?” I asked.

“Look here, she is asking her son to put it in! Is it possible? Is it real?”

I told her, “why not Amma? Why is that not possible?”.

“Oh, Oh, mother and a son?” She wailed and I asked to read further to find out whether it was possible.

In the mean time, I had brought down my right hand till her waist and untied her Sari knot. In the story, mother was showing her cunt to her son and was asking him to mount her and fuck her. Her son moaning loudly comes in between his mother’s thighs. His mother holding her son’s prick in her hands guides him and “lo and behold!” Son enters his mother.

By now, I had loosened my mother’s sari and her petticoat and put my hand inside her panties. Soon I encountered her bush and wow! How much hair and I grabbed a handful. Suddenly my mother realized what was happening and placed the book aside and tried to push me away saying “Magane, beda, beda” (No, no son).

But I was not in a mood to listen and I placed my hand on her pussy. She was wet! I slowly started rubbing my middle finger on her cuntlips and my mom moaned, “no son, please stop, It is not correct”.

I smooched her left cheek and told her “Amma, I have been dreaming about this for over 20 years and Amma, please do not ask me to stop, please”

“But son, how could this be possible, you are my son.”

I told her “Amma you have just now read, it is possible.”

“It is only a story son, it can’t be real. No, please stop it before it is too late”

“No Amma, I can’t leave you now, I need you” and saying so I forcibly opened her cunt lips and inserted my finger into her pussy. She cried saying no. I was about to pull her sari, panty and petticoats down and was planning to forcibly fuck her come what may! But then I reasoned, it is not correct to force her. She was aroused and I could feel it as her cunt was sopping wet. But somewhere in the corner of her mind she was not accepting this as possible. So I decided to pour my heart to her. After listening to my version of my lust for her, if she agrees then only I would go ahead otherwise, I thought I would be content with my fantasy. So I removed my hand from her vagina and turned her face towards me and told her about my dreams, fantasies, desire and my obsession. I told her in the end “Amma, I have been dreaming about you ever since I was just 10 years old and I have desired you more than any other woman in the world”. “For the last 20 years, it was you who inspired me most and Amma, you believe it or not me love you, love you not only as my mother but also you are my lover”. “It was a secret known only to me but you know about it now”. “Amma, I have only one request. Please allow me to have you only once. If you do not like this then I will never bother you. I will spend rest of my life thinking about this one chance I got and live happily afterwards. Please Amma, only once”. She listened to me without uttering a word and was silent even after I finished talking.

I persisted “please, Amma, only once. Well, let us do one thing. Please you lye here and let me have you only once. Say nothing. When I finish please forget this episode as a bad dream. Amma please, once. I didn’t know what she was thinking. At last she spoke “you want me that much son?”

“I do not know how to convince you Amma” I replied.

“Oh my son, I don’t know what to do. Is it ok if we do it?”

“Well, mother let us look at it this way. We both are adults. We are doing this with mutual consent. Incest has been made as taboo in our society to avoid procreation through incest couplings. What we are going to do is not make babies. It is just to quench out body hunger. Well. You agree with me that although one can eat anything to put off one’s hunger and live on, some one likes some dishes more and some one else likes something else more. Don’t you Amma? In my case I like to have you more than anybody else to satisfy my body hunger. Is it wrong Amma?’ I asked.

She was silent for while and had closed her eyes. I gazed at her naked breasts and prayed for her positive answer. When she opened her eyes, I knew she had made her decision. I was nervous. She looked at me steadily for few moments and then said, “Come my son, come to me. I will give myself to you. Enjoy your Amma to your hearts content but as you said only once. Is that ok son”

Oh my god. My prayers were answered. I thanked god silently and said, “ok Amma”

Well, it was very hard to explain all the emotions that passed through my mind. Although I had dreamed about my mom thousands of times, when I actually got her consent I felt like crying. I think mom sensed that and stretched out her hands to embrace me. Holding my head to her open boobs she sighed “oh my darling son, you thought about Amma for so many years? My poor baby, I will give you whatever you wanted. Go ahead”.

Listening to my mom saying that I lifted my face and gave my first real kiss to my dream woman. From then on passion took over and in no time we were naked as jaybirds. At least on this one occasion there was no need to imagine. I could see all that I wanted to see. I started kissing my mom wherever possible beginning from her lips and slowly traversed downwards. She lay on back and I opened her legs wide and I moved in between them. There I saw for the first time the place of my birth. The most desired part of my mother was there and it was open for me. What a lovely scene. Her fur-covered vagina was so enticing that I almost blew my wad. Unable to control any more I put my hands on her inner thighs and started rubbing and slowly inched upwards. I could clearly see my mom’s cunt salivating. She was totally wet. Her pussy lips were quivering. As I moved my hands upward, she opened her thighs wide for me and I could clearly see her pink inner parts of her cunt. When I was about to place my hands on her cunt my mother asked by placing both her hands on either side of her cunt and opening her cunt widely for me, “Is this what you wanted most? My son, please look. See everything that you wanted to see. Take your time. But when you are finished feasting your eyes, please mount your Amma. I am ready for you my dear.”

I was in no mood to wait any longer. Moaning Amma, Amma, I kneeled in between her thighs and bent over her body. Looking straight into her eyes, I asked her. “Amma. Will you please guide me? I want you to show me the way”. Amma smiled, took my steel hard prick into her hand and guided me to the place of my birth. I entered my heaven, my paradise slowly, inch by inch. At last I was there, where I wanted to go for the last 20 years.

I don’t think I can put into words all that I felt when I first entered my mother. Was it really happening? I had pinched myself to make sure it was real. There I was, lying on top of my Amma, with my dick buried deep into her cunt. I was totally delirious and don’t know how I controlled myself from climaxing there and then. I was still, totally still, for sometime in order to regain little control and I think my mom understood my plight and she too was very still. After a while when I was confident that I could hold on, I slowly raised my body slightly above and rested on my elbows.

Taking my mother’s face into my hands and looking straight into her eyes, I said “Thank you, Amma, thank you so much for letting me to have you.”

Suddenly her eyes welled up and tears started coming out and she was crying. My god, I was shocked. Didn’t know why she was sobbing and what to do. I thought she was regretting for whatever had happened between us and I tried to comfort her by saying “Amma, why are crying? Please don’t. This is the only time and I would never bother you again.”

She suddenly put her hands on my back and drew me back to her and hugged my tightly and whispered, “Oh my baby, I am not crying. These were the tears of joy, my son. It is just that I could not control my emotions when you said thank you Amma. Don’t worry; I am happy for what you were to me and what you are to me now. Oh! My sweet heart, I love you. Are you happy now son?” she asked.

My boy! Was I happy? I told her “Amma, I hope you know how happy I am!”

She cooed “I know baby, I know” saying so she drew my face to her face and started kissing and I was totally lost in her love. I sort of lost track of time. The feeling of love combined with lust for my mother was so overwhelming and I started moaning “Amma, Amma.”

Saying “puttu, puttu” (her pet name for me!) She embraced me tightly and started moving her waist underneath me. Her cunt muscles started tightening around my shaft and I nearly fainted. “What a sensation?” It was beyond belief. I felt my dick swelled more and her cuntal grip grew more as well. The urge to start pumping in and out of her cunt was so much but I restrained myself and remained still on my mom’s body, silently enjoying her circular movement of her waist underneath me and I was thanking my stars. When I felt like seeing the place where we came together so intimately, I rose on my knees and looked down. Oh! Boy! What a sight! There was no trace of my prick. It was completely buried inside Amma’s pussy and both our pubic mounds were glued together and all I could see was thick bush of our pubic hairs, fully wet with Amma’s secretion, tangled together and shining! What an erotic scene! I was totally mesmerized. When Amma tried to sit up so that she also could see, I helped her by lifting her upper body with my both the hands behind her back and crawled up, with my prick buried completely in her pussy and rested her on her back against my cot’s headboard. Now she could see easily and she was devouring the sight. Her cunt muscles were doing magic on my dick and I could clearly see her pubic mound swelling every time she tried to increase her muscle grip.

Amma asked “Do you like what you are seeing son? Is this what you dreamt about all these years? Are you happy my boy?”

I grunted “yes” and tried to push my dick still farther inside of her. She brought her hand down and started playing with our pubic hair. Unable to keep still, I slowly started pulling my dick out of her cunt. Amma was so tight and as my dick started coming out it dragged Amma’s cunt lips also along with it as if it did not want to let my dick go out! I pulled half of my dick out and paused to drink that sight in. When it became unbearable to hold still I pushed my prick back into my mom’s cunt. The way her cuntlips rolled along with my sliding cock made me moan. I wanted to repeat the process and did the same, slowly pulling the prick out and sliding it in. While dragging my dick out, Amma was trying to hold me back there by tightening her grip on my dick and I was moaning in pleasure. And when I slid it back into her cunny Amma was cooing happily. What a sight it was! I had seen so many pictures of copulation in my life but what I was seeing happening between me and my mother was unmatched. While devouring the sight I kept on pulling out and pushing in my dick into mom’s cunt. Very soon we established a rhythm which many people say took years to perfect. Such was coordination between my mother and me. While I was drawing out my prick she was raising her waist and was lowering her waist when I was sliding inside of her. Her grip on my dick was so firm that I could feel whatever was happening to my prick inside her pussy. While I was pulling out of her cunt I could feel my slightly up-bent dick head scraping the upper portion of her love tunnel and while sliding in I could feel my shaft rubbing some kind of a tiny button like thing all along my return journey into my birth place.

I was thrilled by Amma’s moaning. Her moaning was growing when my prick head touched a particular spot in cunt while I was sliding out and she was literally panting through out the time I was pushing my member into her. (I later learnt that my dick was titillating her g-spot while coming out and my shaft was caressing her clit while going in). With each passing minute her moaning grew louder and the movement of waist faster. Sensing that mom was exerting herself in raising and lowering her waist to meet my thrusts I grabbed a pillow by the side of the bed and placed it underneath her hips which made her waist movement easy for her. For a moment I took my sight away from the place of our union, I looked at my beautiful mother. Her head and a portion of her back was resting on my cot’s head board and rest of her upper body up to the waist was flat on the bed and her waist rested on the pillow. Her pubic mound was raised to be online with my prick’s base. I slowly increased the speed of my pumping and mom started calling my name in between her moans and started gyrating her waist in fast motion. Sensing that she was about to come I pulled my dick out almost up to its knob paused for a second and then pushed into her cunt in one brutal stroke.

There was so much force in that stroke that my mother was shocked and screamed loudly but by then I had reached the farthest point in her cunt and my pubic mound was pressing her pressed tightly to her cunt opening.

Without letting go of my pressure on her pussy, I slowly bent forward, rested on my arms and took both of her boobs into my hand and massaged them roughly. Then I took one of her nipples into my mouth and started teasing it with my tongue and in the mean time started rotating my hips in a circular motion. My dick was also started rubbing the insides of my mother’s cunt from all the sides and she started crying in pleasure and she to started responding by gyrating her hips in a direction opposite to mine.

I pressed my pubic mound as hard as I could to hers and increased the pace of my grinding. My mother could not tolerate any more and she shook her entire body violently and shouted my name and she was coming. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting fiercely around my dick and her juices flowing out. I do not know how I controlled myself then from coming along with her, I did not want to come as I wanted our fuck session to continue for a long, long time so that even if I did not get a second chance with my Amma, this one session would have seen that my long cherished dream was fulfilled at least once.

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