It seems to me that they don’t have the passion they used to have, and most of the time dad indulges in a glass of wine and neglects mom. But don’t get me wrong, dad still loves mom. They still have a good relationship with each other, but it’s just less romantic than when they first got married. During the week, I work part-time as a cab driver to earn some extra money to supplement my family’s income, which leaves me very little time to make friends.
Every day after the family went to bed, my mother loved to sit at the kitchen table with me and talk. As time went on we became closer and she would often put her arms around me and tell me that I was the most important in her life. I was a precocious child compared to my peers, and when I was 16 I became aware of sex and began to look at my mom in a different light; she was a very sexy woman in my eyes.
She had dark hair that hung long down to her hips. Her eyes were bright with a gentle sparkle. Despite having had three children, to me, her voluptuous body, wrapped in a sari, had the richness of a mature woman. We talked about everything, I talked about my favorite movie stars, she told me about the time before she married her father and how she never regretted getting married, and how it had brought her the most important things in her life: a husband and children.
Once I realized how much I adored my mother, I started taking every opportunity to seek her hugs and kisses. I started complimenting her on her looks which made her blush, I started bringing her back candy and flowers from the grocery store after work, I also started taking her to the movies every Sunday night on a regular basis where I would hold her hand and lean close to her while watching the movie, and before long I started to put my own arm around her shoulders while she would lean against me leaning her head on my shoulder.
I know she looked forward to weekends with me because I noticed that she always picked out the movie she wanted to see well in advance. After each movie we would go and sit in the garden near the theater where we could see the whole village and town, at which time we would have pleasant conversations and joke with each other.
“Sanda,” she said to me one day, “I think we should find a girl for you. You’re going to be seventeen soon.”
“Amma,” I replied without thinking, “I don’t want to get married, I want to be with you forever.”
She looked up at me in surprise.
“Ama, did my words scare you.”
“I think we should go,” she said after a moment of silence. I knew I’d said the wrong thing and couldn’t help but mentally curse myself, but knew there was no taking back what was spilled. So I resolved to break the ice.
“Amma,” “I apologize if I have offended you, but forgive me, and I will still say that I am in love with you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”
Another silence followed, then she looked at me sadly, “Sanda, it’s not your fault, it’s mine, I shouldn’t have let this go on, even though I’d be alone.”
“Ama,” I said, “I wish this hadn’t happened, but the truth is I’m glad I fell in love with you.”
“My dear boy, you are my son,” she retorted, “and this sort of thing shouldn’t happen between a mother and a son, let alone me being a forty-one year old woman who is already married.”
“Amma,” I replied in despair, “what is due and what is not. I cannot withdraw my love, and I beg you at least to consider seriously what I have said.” She was silent for a long time, and began to weep, and my heart broke, and I drew her towards me, and made her lean against my breast and hold her close.
“Sanda,” she whispered, “I think we should go home.”
Our relationship cooled down after that and no matter how much I pleaded with her, she refused to let me take her out, instead telling me I should go out with someone my own age. I could tell that this incident had hurt her a lot. Time went by and she looked so sad and lonely. This went on for a month. My father noticed the change and asked her why she stopped going out to the movies with me. Auntie shook her head and asked father back why he didn’t take her out.
“You know, Kamala, I have to work every day of the week, and Sunday is the only time I can rest, and I’m going to stay home and get some rest,” he replied.
Then he started drinking again as usual.
Ama ran out of their bedroom after a big fight with him.
That following Tuesday, my father and siblings were out of the house, so I asked to go out with her again, and to my surprise, she calmly nodded her head in agreement. I happily walked over to her and hugged her as she tenderly rested her head on my shoulder. I hugged her tightly, which to me seemed to mean that she acquiesced to the warp change in our relationship.
Calmly but very gently, I caressed her back with the palm of my hand, and with her still leaning on my shoulder, I lifted her up, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said in a calm tone, “Amma I love you, and I can’t change that.”
I lowered my head and kissed her cheek, her neck, and then boldly kissed her lips. She didn’t break away from my embrace. I even felt her respond to me.
From then on, every time I sent her flowers, I got a warm kiss on my face. When we were alone, we embraced longingly and my hands gradually began to blatantly caress her. In the days leading up to our Sunday date, Auntie just suddenly reverted back to her old self.
My sister both noticed the change when she was about to go out to the movies with me. My sister laughed and said that I had finally helped Auntie get out of her chores.
I had to mutter that Auntie needed some changes too. That Sunday night, Auntie wore a swoon-worthy leotard, her breasts and hips bulging and encased in the leotard, and even the flab that had been a bit bulbous in her abdomen was less noticeable in the constraints of the leotard, and she appeared fleshy.
I was completely overwhelmed by her mature beauty. She looked much younger. I attracted many envious glances for that. The movie was a sentimental romance. While watching the movie, as usual, I put my arm around Amma when her head rested on my shoulder. After the movie, we went to the park as usual, and it was a cool night.
Amma gazed into my eyes and said, “Sundar, thank you for staying with me and for the wonderful evening.”
I looked at Auntie and said, “Auntie, you look sexy as hell tonight.”
Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, “Wow, Sundar, if you weren’t my son, I would have thought you were trying to seduce your own mother.”
I looked at her and said, “Ama, I am.”
Amma looked up, “Sanda, for God’s sake, I made your mother, and married your father.”
“Ama, do you really care about her? I see that he doesn’t care about you anymore and you are very unhappy. Give me a chance and I will make you happy!”
After a moment of silence she replied calmly, “Sanda, maybe we should go home before we do something that we might regret in the future.”
I said painfully, “Amma I’m so sorry, but you’re so beautiful that I can’t control what I say or do. How many times have I wished you weren’t my mom, maybe that would make it easier for you to accept.”
I could tell that Auntie was very happy to hear my praise. I bet father never praised her like that.
Auntie caressed my cheek, “Poor baby, of course I’m glad you’re my son. Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
I pulled her to my chest and replied with a smile, “Yes, Amma, you are not only beautiful but sexy.” After saying that I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her.
Auntie didn’t hold back, just passively let me wrap my arms around her stiff body. I kissed her with increasing passion.
Suddenly she kissed me back hard. I kissed all over her cheeks, her eyes kozo, her nose then back to her lips, I tenderly pushed her lips apart with my tongue and explored her mouth, we kissed like that for a long time and suddenly my mother said, “Sanda, it’s already very late, I think it’s time for us to go home.”
On the way home, she leaned on me, her head resting on my shoulder. I could see a small smile hanging at the corner of her mouth. Halfway there, I suddenly pull over to the side of the road, and to her surprise, I pull her towards me and start kissing her.
I tenderly placed my hands on her breasts and she shuddered, broke away from me and whispered, “Sanda, we shouldn’t do this.” But I interrupted her and kissed her lips again. I continued to fondle her breasts.
They were plump and soft in my hands. As I stroked them, Auntie began to moan with excitement and responded more passionately to my kisses.
Suddenly she pushed me away, “Sanda, we should go home.”
“Okay, Ama.”
When we arrived home, everyone else had gone to bed. I knew my father must have fallen asleep a long time ago because he was drunk. When we entered the house, at the bottom of the bedroom stairs I started kissing her. She refused me saying that someone would be coming down the stairs.
I replied calmly but firmly, “Amma, I love you more than anyone else. I want to kiss you forever. I can’t restrain myself. And everyone else is already asleep.”
“I love you too, Sanda. But I’m a married woman, and whatever your father’s faults, I’m ultimately her wife, and there’s no way to change that.”
“Ama.” I whispered, “We’re just kissing, it’s not like we’re going to do any harm?”
Auntie was silent for a moment. To my surprise, she nodded her head in agreement with my words. She replied, “Go into your room and wait for me, I’ll go see if your father is asleep.”
In my room, I walked back and forth excitedly. Suddenly my bedroom door opened and Auntie walked in. She closed the door and locked it behind her. She came up to me in a panic and said in disgust, “Dad fell asleep drunk as usual.”
“Sanda, I don’t think we should let this get out of hand,” she whispered, “I’m scared.”
“I know.” I replied, “Ama, trust me. We will keep this a secret. No one will ever know.”
“Sanda ……” she said timidly and kissed my cheek. I pushed her slowly down on the bed and started kissing her. Our kisses grew more and more passionate and I could almost feel her arousal through of her cotton sari. My hands roamed over her body, caressing both her breasts and then to her hips.
The flesh on her buttocks was so soft and plump that I caressed it for a while and began to unbutton the bottom of her blouse. When I first started unbuttoning it, Auntie’s body became tense in my arms and finally loosened up after a few minutes. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as fast as I could, afraid that she would change her mind.
In the process, I still kept kissing her.
I found the hooks of her bra behind her back again, and once again, Amma pressed my arm feebly and whispered, “Sundar, I am reminded of your father.” I knew there was no turning back.
So I gagged her with more passionate kisses and pulled off her bra, her plump breasts were naked and quivering as I began to fondle them. They were so full and soft that I lowered my head and took a nipple, wrapping my tongue around it and licking it, sucking on it. Auntie moaned. Her nipples were long and large and soon hardened under my tongue.
“Ama, I love you, I can’t help myself, I know I should feel guilty for loving my mother, but I don’t care, I just love you.”
I spit out my nipple and kissed my way down her body towards her belly button, my tongue feeling her slightly salty body from the sweat. When I reached her belly button, I started kissing and licking her there and Auntie let out a hum of delight. At the same time I stroked her legs up and down. Her legs stiffened in my hands. My hand slowly went deeper and deeper under her sari.
When my hand reached her petticoat-covered crotch, Auntie’s body stiffened and clenched her legs.
I lifted up and kissed her lips, pushing them apart with my tongue to reach into her mouth. Auntie moaned and relaxed her clenched thighs. I stroked her through her petticoat, I felt the cleft under her belly and started rubbing there through the petticoat, Auntie let out a moan of pleasure.
My fingers felt the petticoat wrapped around the cleft get soaked and I pulled my hand out from under her petticoat and quickly removed her sari and then undressed myself as fast as I could. My cuntal loins were hard and pointing to the ceiling. I crouched down between her legs and pressed my mouth against her petticoat covered crotch. There was only the fabric of the petticoat between my mouth and her crotch at this point, and I took a deep breath, smelling the odor emanating from her crotch, moist and slightly pee-y.
I began to lick and fondle her crotch through her petticoat, and Auntie bobbed her lower body in excitement as I sucked on the liquid that was oozing out of the petticoat dip while I lifted my hand, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her petticoat, and began to pull it down.
Suddenly Amma shuddered, held my hand and said, “Well, no, we can’t …… you’re my son, I can’t do this.”
“Ama, I love you, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know sex is a little unusual for a mother and her son, but I believe it is natural for people who love each other to make love.”
“But what if someone finds out?”
“Ama, we can be careful and no one will know.”
“But Sanda ……”
At that point, I didn’t wait for her to finish before I started kissing her, I kissed her hair, her eye kozo, and then down to kiss her sensual lips again and again. Auntie went limp in my arms as she began to kiss me back more passionately. Our tongues intertwined.
Once again I reached down and tugged at her petticoat. This time she didn’t resist as I removed the petticoat and threw it to the floor. Instinctively she covered the secret place of her crotch with her hand in front of my greedy gaze, and I gently but firmly removed her hand, gazing mesmerized at the thick, lush black bush.
Auntie pulled me towards her and began to kiss me, my hand gently running down the small of her back, my fingers probing into her crotch. I lowered my head and nibbled on her nipple while, at the same time, parted her pussy lips and slipped my middle finger into the soft flesh of her pussy.
She had been wet there for a long time, my mouth then kissed all the way down her body, eventually reaching between her legs, first gently licking and kissing the inside of her thighs, then moving my mouth towards the hairy bush. I licked the thick pubic hair and then parted her pussy lips with my fingers, the odor emanating from there was even stronger, and there was a tiny hole twitching on the pink vestibule,, this must be where mom pees. I pushed my tongue into her moist hole and licked the tiny hole and the walls of flesh, the salty taste there, accompanied by the hot scent, made it almost impossible for me to breathe. When my tongue added to her clit, Auntie let out a cry of pleasure.
While I kept adding to her clit, I slipped my middle finger into her cunt and pumped it in and out. Under my continuous stimulation, Auntie’s breathing gradually became ragged, her vagina became wetter and wetter, and my finger was covered with her lustful liquid. So I started to increase my speed, adding more force to her clit. Soon, Ah Ma suddenly let out a sharp moan, her whole body tensed up, and then her body trembled unceasingly. I knew she had reached orgasm. After a while she pulled me up from between her legs and made me lie on top of her.
“God, Sanda, that feels so good.” She shyly whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had an orgasm like this before.”
“Ama, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. Making love to you has always been my dream.”
“Do you really think I’m pretty?”
“Ama, of course. Prettier than all the movie stars.”
After hearing this, Auntie pulled me gently towards her and kissed me on the lips, at the same time reaching out her hand to hold my cunt eyelashes rubbing back and forth on top of her moist slit, gradually she began to get aroused again.
“Ama.” I whispered, “I love you.”
Like a silent approval, she parted her legs widely, took hold of my cuntal loins, pressed the glans against the opening of her cunt, and then straddled my hips and pressed them against her.
My cuntal lobe slowly moved inward, and her vagina gradually opened up like the petals of a flower as the rod pushed in. At that moment, Auntie suddenly pushed herself up to meet me, causing my cunt to fully enter her vagina.
To my surprise, despite having given birth to three children, Auntie’s place was still very tight, the soft pussy walls ringing my rod in layers, the lewd water constantly flowing out to lubricate my advancing glans. I pumped my cuntal loins a little roughly and hard, her body quivering under my impacts, actively catering to my thrusts. Each time I thrust deep and precisely against the opening of my mom’s womb, sliding my glans over the soft and pliable mouth of that womb, before pulling out once more and starting another bump.
Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as I thrust, and after about 15 minutes, she suddenly went rigid all over, and her hands pressed dead center on my hips. And my cuntal loins began to twitch violently, and I began to ejaculate, and soon, hot semen, poured out of our combined parts. We clung to each other, kissing each other, enjoying this shared orgasm that was ours.
After a while, I became aroused again, and my cuntal loins, which had been semi-soft inside her, slowly hardened again. So I started gently thrusting in and out of her cunt again. This time, I proceeded slowly and gently, so it lasted a little longer. Finally Auntie and I once again reached orgasm at the same time.
“Sanda,” she said after a while, when we had both calmed down, “that thing of yours is so big, I’ve never felt so good when I’ve done this with your father, I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.”
“Ama, it’s because I love you so much.”
“Sanda,” Ama said softly, “I should go back to your father’s bed. We mustn’t let anyone suspect anything.”
We cuddled and kissed for a while longer before she got up and went to clean herself down there, ready to get dressed and leave.
That’s when I picked up her petticoat and asked her softly, “I’m going to keep it, okay?”
“Want to stay as a memento of tonight?” She asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“That’s fine, but you must hide it well.”
Ama then put on her clothes and gently slipped out of my room.
The next day, while our family was sitting around eating breakfast Amma never looked at me. After the meal, I was packing my things for school when my mom walked into my room.
“Sanda, we need to talk.” She said.
“Ama, what’s wrong.”
Amma’s face reddened and she said, “Sanda, we can’t repeat the same mistake as last night.”
Before I could speak, she stopped me.
“Last night was really nice, and I will always hold it in my heart. But I’m a married woman and your mother, and it was wrong to do that, and something like that can’t happen again.”
“Ama,” I said softly as I approached her and took her into my arms, “I love you, and I know you love me too. Just give us a chance.”
After I said that I lowered my head to kiss her, but she avoided my lips and broke away from my embrace, shaking her head gently and turning to leave my room.
Since then, our relationship has cooled down. Her resolve was strong, even though I could tell she wasn’t happy. Slowly, I too gave up trying. Amma began to zealously search for a marriage partner for me. She contacted all her friends and relatives and asked them to help find a match for me. She even asked an astrologer to calculate the right girl for me, and arranged for me to go on dates with girls who were a good match for me on the horoscope. Finally, I gave my consent to one girl because she looked a bit like my mom. So we quickly set a date for marriage.
But since my engagement, strange things have happened. I have noticed a change in Amma’s attitude towards me.
She was acting strange, often scolding me for little things. Finally, one day when it was just the two of us together, she said to me, “Sanda, maybe we can go out and see a movie this weekend.”
I was simply pleasantly surprised to hear this. But on second thought, maybe this was just Amma trying to cheer me up.
“Ama, of course, of course.” I replied happily.
For the next few days I was in a trance-like state impatiently waiting for the day to come. On that day, my mom went out with me in a sexy dress. I couldn’t believe that this sexy woman beside me was my mother.
After the movie, we drove to the garden where we used to go. I reached out and took her into my arms, which she didn’t resist, so we kissed furiously. My hands roamed all over her body, finally stopping at her plump buttocks and rubbing her femur through her skirt. We lingered like this for about an hour and then drove back home. By the time we got home, the others were already in bed.
“Go back inside and wait for me, I’m going to see if your dad is asleep.” She whispered to me.
By the time she came into my house, I was already naked on my bed. She unlocked the door to my room and got into my bed and we couldn’t wait to kiss again. I undressed her and got on top of her and started kissing every inch of her over and over again.
I held the flesh of her ass and licked and fingered her bottom until she climaxed. Then I lifted myself up so that she could hold my hard as iron cuntal cilia and put it to the opening of her hole, and with a little pressure I squeezed into her smooth, wet pussy, held her ass and started thrusting. Each time I went deeper, Auntie let out a moan of pleasure. I rolled around on the bed, sometimes she sat on top of me, sometimes I pinned her down. I don’t know how long it took, but I finally ejaculated inside her and she climaxed.
“God, Sanda, this feels so good.” She said after calming down.
“Amma, so have you changed your mind about letting me get married now?” I asked.
“Son, I’ve been missing you so much this whole time, especially as your wedding date approached, and the feeling is so overwhelming that I just can’t stand it anymore. I know I’m jealous because the one thing I love in this world is you.”
“Love like lovers?” I asked excitedly.
“Yes, I’ve come to realize that I love you in more ways than just as a mother, so I can’t bear to be apart from you.” She whispered in my ear.
“Do you love me more than father?” I asked.
“Son, I respect your father, but I don’t love him. Since I’ve been with you, I’ve realized what love is. When I lie in your arms like this, I am really happy. Sanda, my dear son, I want to be your wife. Will you marry me?”
I didn’t expect Amma to be able to say those words, I quickly and happily replied: “Amma you just made me the happiest man in the world. I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even dad. You belong only to me. Your body is mine. I want you to be able to lie naked in my arms like this at any time, and I can enter your body at any time.”
“Son, that would be nice, of course, but remember that this is a secret between the two of us, and I would love to lie in your arms like this forever, but we have to be careful. I don’t want your father, your brothers, and your sister to know about this, or we won’t be able to be together.”
“Yes, Ama, I know.” I promised.
When we finished we started kissing each other. I caressed her breasts and then moved down to take in her long swollen nipples. Auntie moaned and pushed me down on my back on the bed, grabbed my cuntal lash against her own meaty hole and slowly sat down until my cuntal lash was whole and in her pussy. She crouched down and kissed me as she moved up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and suddenly a short scream escaped her lips and I knew she was climaxing.
Before she had time to calm down, I rolled over on top of her and started thrusting hard. Her body shuddered with each of my thrusts, and she let out another silenced moan as my glans slammed against the opening of her womb and began to contract and ejaculate.
After that day, Auntie and I began our secretive married life. We were so crazy that several times we experienced the risk of being discovered. Once, when the whole family was downstairs in the living room, I saw Ama coming upstairs to use the restroom, so I followed her and quietly opened the bathroom door, where she was peeing. She obviously didn’t expect me to come in and looked on in wide-eyed kozo surprise, and before she could say anything, I pulled her up off the potty, drew some toilet paper and wiped her bottom clean, had her turn around and bend over to hold onto the potty with her buttocks facing me, and held her buttocks as I entered her from behind.
“Honey, someone will come up.” She whispered.
But ignored her and continued fucking until I cummed in her pussy. Then without letting her clean her bottom, I helped her pull on her petticoat and told her to just go downstairs. And all that day Auntie wore the petticoat that was soaked and sticky wet with my cum. Another night, I suddenly wanted Ah Ma so badly that I snuck into my parents’ room, where they were both asleep. I knew that my father had been sleeping heavily again after drinking a lot of wine.
I gently shook Amma awake, signaling her to be quiet and whispering to her to come to my room. About two minutes later she came to my room.
As I pushed her down on the bed to undress her, she reprimanded me in a small voice saying, “Sundar, we can’t take such a risk, you’ll be found out if you enter our room just now.”
But I interrupted her with a kiss and then took off her clothes and started making love to her. As she left I promised her I would be careful in the future.
The next night, however, my mother came to my room with her bedding and told me happily, “I told your father that because he drinks so much every day, I can’t stand the smell of alcohol all night, so I’m going to sleep in your room for the time being. He agreed, so from now on every night I belong to you.”
When I heard that, I excitedly grabbed her and kissed her while saying, “Amma, now we can finally live like husband and wife.” That night we made love all night long.
Three weeks later, my mother shyly told me that she was pregnant. Eight months later we had the fruit of our love – a lovely daughter. Then, at my mother’s request, she and I moved to another city, leaving my alcoholic father behind. There we remained mother and son to the outside world, and husband and wife at home. Soon we had another son living happily ever after.
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