He returned for the first time last year due to the sudden death of his father, which was a fatal blow to us, and immediately returned home. I never thought I could get through that time. But I did, and it changed my life. After Raul’s funeral, Lomax stayed with me. We sold everything we owned in the city and moved to the country to live with my father. I kept telling him that I would get better and that he should go back to America. But he didn’t say anything about it.
A month after his father’s death, I noticed that Lomax became closer to me. He touched and hugged me frequently and often swam around me. When he showed his need to care for me in this way, I took it as an expression of affection.
One morning, six weeks after my husband’s death, my father came to me to discuss my future life. I told him that as a widow, my future was to take care of my father’s son.
He said, “I think you should take care of your son more and find someone else to marry.”
I interrupted him, “No, Dad. I don’t want to marry anyone else. Please don’t make me do it again.”
He softened his tone and began to explain, saying that if I wanted more and better care for my son I would have to get married again.
I felt it was something I had to discuss with Lomax and get his opinion on. So I asked Father what Lomax’s attitude was.
Not only did Lomax agree, he said, but he was the one who first came up with the idea.
To be honest, Lomax’s suggestion that I remarry really took me by surprise. It immediately occurred to me that Lomax might consider me a burden in his future life.
So I said to my father, “If Lomax sees nothing wrong with it, that’s fine with me. Where is he now?”
Dad says he’s gone to the market.
I could see the joy rise to my father’s face.
I asked him, “So, does this mean I have to dress myself up decently in the future to prepare myself for a future marriage?”
He said “Not later, but now. I’ve already looked for you, and you’ll be very happy with it.”
Shocked, I asked, “Does Lomax know about this guy?”
He said, “Of course I know.”
A long silence ensued. I was perplexed. My father and my son had gone behind my back and decided secretly about my marriage. I was saddened that they had taken me as their burden long ago.
After a while, I asked my father, “So, Dad, can you tell me who this groomsman is?”
“Needless to say? This man you know.”
My mind began to race, desperately trying to remember the bachelors I knew. But couldn’t come up with anything. I said bitterly, “Dad, stop playing games with me, who the hell is this guy?”
He said, “Lomax.”
“Which Lomax?”
“How many Lomaxes do you know?”
I counted and counted in my mind and said, “There’s only one Ross I know, and that’s my son, yeah.”
“That’s right, that’s him!”
“Huh? Shut up, Dad!” I interrupted, “Don’t fuck with me!”
“I’m not kidding. Lomax is your groomsman.”
“What? Did I hear you right? For God’s sake, he’s my own son!”
“But he’s a grown man, Suma.”
“But he’s my own flesh and blood …… how can I …… how can he ……”
I suddenly felt the world around me spinning around and I was confused.
“He said it to me himself. He wants to marry you.” Father said.
“Huh? Is that really what Lomax told you? That he asked his grandfather to marry his mother?”
“Yes. At first I thought he was joking, too. But then, I thought he had a right to say that.”
“What? He has the right? Is it legal to marry your own mom? Is it moral?”
“It may be immoral to do so, but it’s legal, my dear. By law, he has the right to take you as his wife once you become a widow.”
“So is he still my son? How do you expect me to accept that? Maybe you can accept it, but I can’t.”
“It’s too late to say anything, daughter. I’ve already signed the contract.”
“A contract? What contract?”
“It’s the contract I agreed to for Lomax to marry you.”
“What right do you have to do this? I am his mother, your own daughter.”
“He didn’t ask me as a grandson, he asked me as a single man who loves my daughter dearly.”
“And then you signed the contract?!!!! What does this contract say? What did he offer in exchange for marrying me?”
He paid for silence.
“What exactly did he offer in exchange? What did he offer you?”
Unable to forbid my repeated angry inquiries, he said, “Money, he promised me a sum of money.”
“Money? That’s right. You sold me, Dad. You sold your own daughter for a little stinking money! How much money? How much did you sell me for?”
I screamed angrily.
“Half a million rubles.” He muttered.
I’m shocked again. I couldn’t believe it was real. That was a lot of money. I asked my father to repeat it.
“Half a million. He said he was going to give more.”
I suddenly felt proud that I hadn’t sold it cheaply.
“You sure got a lot more than that, didn’t you, Dad?” I hissed, “Selling your daughter to your grandson.”
The father got angry too, “Look! Your son gave me money in exchange for you marrying him. Otherwise you’d still be a widow. This way you can be with him forever. I will never agree to you marrying a stranger! Never!”
I replied, “What does that make it? You married me to my son! Is there such a thing in heaven?”
He said, “What’s wrong with marrying your own son? You’ve always loved him, and now, you love him as much as you love your husband, what’s wrong with that?”
I was almost on the verge of tears, “You’re such a cold dad, very cold!” I rushed into my room, tears blurring my eyes. I don’t know how many hours I cried. I stayed in my room that afternoon and didn’t come out. When I woke up, it was 5 o’clock in the evening and I was extremely depressed.
I went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner. I ate some random food and suddenly I wanted some coffee. I looked around to make more for the others, but I realized that Lomax was the only one home. He was in his room. I made him some coffee and brought it to his room.
I knocked on his room door and walked in. He was sitting on his bed reading a book, and when he glanced at me, he quickly put his head down again.
“Your coffee.” I said.
He said, thank you. And took it.
I sat down next to him.
Silence.
I can’t look up at him, I can’t. I don’t know whether to hate him or love him.
But I can’t keep the silence down either.
“You want to buy me? Buy your own mother?”
“I love you, Mom.” He buried his head in the book.
“That’s how you love me, isn’t it? Buying me?”
“I just want to be closer to you, Mom.”
“A little more intimate? You mean like lovers?”
“Yes.”
“For God’s sake, I’m your own mother, Lomax. How could you come up with this idea?”
“Because I love you.” He was still afraid to look up, just pretending to read.
I relaxed my anger. I sucked on my coffee without a word, remaining silent for the moment.
“But why?”
Lomax hesitated for a moment.
Then he said, “I know you have nothing to do. I want to be closer to you, I want to comfort you so much.”
“But you’re perfectly capable of being close to me like a son.”
“Yes, I can. But you’ll eventually ask me to marry you.”
“Why do you say that? You could marry someone else and we could still be together. You’ll have children of your own, and I can spend the rest of my life with your children.”
“Yes. But I want to marry you and have children with you.”
“Shut up! Shameless! I’m your mom!”
“It is for that very reason that I want to marry you.”
“Are you saying you’re sexually attracted to me?”
Lomax paused for a moment.
“Yes, for a long time.”
“How long? Since your dad left us?”
“Far before that.”
“How long exactly? One year? Two years?”
“Five years. Mom.”
I reached for my glass, momentarily speechless. OMG! My son became sexually attracted to me five years ago!
“You disgust me, Lomax. How could you think that way about your own mother?”
“Because I love you.”
“Shut up!”
He never said another word after that. He finished his coffee and handed me back my cup, which I took and walked out. Silence filled the house that night. My father came back, my finished dinner, went to his room and rested separately, without saying a word to anyone.
That night was a depressing one for me. I was never quite sure how and why I was confined to it. I thought about it all night. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized there was a good side to it too. The only thing that made it scary was that Lomax wanted to fuck me, wanted to fuck his own mother. Now I had lost my husband and my son was trying to come and fulfill his sexual desires. I couldn’t take it.
The good side of this incident was that he was, after all, fulfilling his desires by proposing in this way, and not in some other horrible way. He knew I would reject his proposal if he spoke to me directly, so he chose to consult with my father first and bribe him with money. What else could my poor father do? He needed money, that unearned wealth, to live out the rest of his life. He could not tolerate having his widowed daughter living with him.
I’m sure absolutely. And that’s fine with me. I could still live with Lomax and I couldn’t indulge his other girls in living together. The only trouble was that I would have to sleep in the same bed as him. He would have the right to have the hidden parts of my body that used to be absolutely off-limits to him. He would have the right to take off my outer clothes and remove my underwear and panties.
As I thought about it, I began to tingle between my legs. It was hard to believe that I was actually getting wet while I was thinking about my son. Things had reversed and my feelings had changed, I thought.
I couldn’t help but start running my fingers over myself while fantasizing about having sex with my son. To my surprise, I didn’t feel guilty at all, especially since my husband had just died 6 weeks earlier.
The next day, when no one was around, I found my father and asked him when the wedding was going to take place. He was very happy to hear it. He found his religious master and drew up the wedding date in a temple. The day was August 20th, five days later.
With Lomax, I tried to keep my emotions in check. From his point of view, he too knew what day the marriage would be. But I wanted to give him the impression that I was still very hesitant to get married, and that I had agreed to do so only as a favor to my father. Once again, I felt like a virgin, a virgin getting married for the first time. But I was even more excited than the average virgin because my husband happened to be my son, a handsome young man whom I had given birth to myself 23 years ago.
I decided to show my son my capital, which he had never seen before. So I used to do things “by accident”, such as changing my clothes while the door was open, and lowering the collar of my coat as much as possible in order to show more of my breasts. I must have gone overboard, because he seemed to have figured out the secret. He also made “accidental” physical contact with me, occasionally touching my ass with his cock.
The wedding was held at a temple near the village at exactly 4 pm. A few people attended our wedding. I didn’t hear any of them sneering about it because they knew us all very well. I realized later that it was Lomax who bribed them with money too.
I wore a wedding gown that Lomax bought and it looked just like the one I wore when I married his dad back in the day. Lomax is wearing the same robe that his dad wore when he got married and it looks exactly like his dad.
When the Brahmins finished singing the hymns, Lomax and I began to fulfill the religious rituals, with Lomax tying a necklace around my neck. It was such an exciting sight for me. Then he and I sat shoulder to shoulder and began to fulfill the following religious rituals.
We did all the marriage ceremonies that should have been fulfilled. My father played the role of my parents by my side, and my brother fulfilled in my place the role I should have fulfilled to my son. Since then, I am a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with myself, and I have had to play the role of the bride instead of the old mother.
The wedding ended at about 6:30pm. Everyone trailed us both to my father’s house for dinner. They seated Lomax and I in the chief seat and then they began to dine.
They served food on a plate for both of us to eat in one piece. Lomax fed me and I opened my mouth to take it. At this moment, I realized that things were completely screwed up. When I was his mom, I always fed him; then in the fall over, he married his own mother and he was feeding me.
As we were sharing food together, my brother came up to us and said, “I don’t know what to call you two. Sister-brother-in-law, or nephew-niece-in-law?” We laughed and I blushed red.
Lomax said, “Uncle, when we have children, you’ll have to think long and hard about whether to call them nephews or a grandchild.” I couldn’t help but blush again when I heard them talking about my son’s plans to have children with his mother.
Wedding night.
Most of the relatives were gone by the time we had to fulfill the last rite of passage. That ritual was: the wedding night, or first night. It was not my first night, but it was the first night of my new husband, Lomax. I couldn’t imagine how this man who gave birth and grew up on my breast milk would fulfill his duties as a husband on his first night.
The rest of the relatives pushed Lomax into the cave. A few minutes later, my dad brought me a glass of milk and escorted me into the cave amidst a lot of laughter.
For me, this moment sent shivers down my spine. I celebrated my wedding night with my biological son. I handed him that glass of milk as I would my husband.
My dad slowly pushed me into the room and then quickly closed the door behind me. I heard a locking sound from outside the door.
I looked around the new room and Lomax was sitting on a bed decorated with flowers, just as I had on my wedding night when I was first married.
I walked slowly and hesitantly towards him and he rose to meet me. He took the glass, drank half the remaining half and handed it back to me, he helped me bring the glass to my mouth and I blushed and drank the remaining half in one gulp.
Then he said, “Thank you, Mom.”
I was disappointed when he called me mom**. I told him that I am now his wife and to call me Suma.
He put the cup on the table and said, “Thanks, but you’ll always be my mom.”
“If that’s the case, why did you marry me?” I said in disappointment.
“Because, all I want is to marry my mom and I want to make love to my own mom.”
For any other d**k, it would be disgusting to hear such explicit profanity, but it was something I heard with a steep rise in lust. I liked hearing him say it, I thought. I wanted Lomax to fuck me as a son, not a husband.
He continued, “Our marriage is a fatherly relationship only externally, but internally, we will always be mother and son. I will always see you as a mother, and you will treat me like a son.”
I interrupted him, blushing and said, “If you are my son forever, how am I to treat you like a husband? How can I fulfill my duties as a wife?”
Lomax said, “Don’t treat me like a husband, treat me like a lover, a son who lusts after the body of.” I couldn’t help but be shocked to hear this, which was truly inexplicable to me. I thought that Lomax was bent on making love to her mother and not his wife. He married me simply to shut up the outside world.
Lomax opened his arms and took me into his embrace. He held me like he had held me before, but this time it was of a much different nature; this was one of my lovers holding me.
He slowly pushed his crotch against me. I reveled in it. He slowly turned his face toward me again. We looked at each other and then our lips folded together.
I thought I was in heaven. My own son was kissing me with passion. Next, he kissed me all over my face, then my neck. He unbuttoned the tunic that encased my breasts and I closed my eyes, taking my first steps toward nudity in front of my son.
He continued to kiss my neck and then slowly worked his way down to my breasts. His lips kissed around the edges of my breasts and then stopped at the cleavage. In that area, he began to tongue me. It was so exciting.
And then, he unbuttoned my pants, loosened the belt of my pants, and removed my pants, revealing my panties. Initially, I was a little shy. And Lomax wasn’t ashamed at all. He ripped my pants off with one hand and tossed them aside. I closed my eyes, I was too embarrassed to be exposed in just my panties before my son’s lustful eyes.
He kissed my breasts through my shirt, slowly moving to my bare stomach and then my navel. Suddenly, he buried his face in my crotch and inhaled deeply through my panties.
I felt shyly breathless. He said, “I’ve been dreaming of this day for years, Mom.” I was speechless. He continued, “You smell just as I imagined.” When he finished, he unbuttoned the band of my panties.
At this moment, I almost stopped breathing. I instinctively resisted him, and then I suddenly realized that I was now married to him, and even if he was my son, he had the right to my body.
Before I had time to think, Lomax had pulled my panties off my hips. His hands slid over the smooth balls of my ass and my panties floated down to my feet like a falling leaf.
I was embarrassed to open my eyes when my son was getting ready to make love to me, his hands touching my bare skin.
Then Lomax rubbed his nose in my pubic hair and took deep breaths.
“Thank you, Mom. Thank you for giving birth to me.”
“Son, welcome.” I said softly.
He stood up and undid the clasp on the back of my bra. The moment the clasp was loosened, it immediately took me into an even more mesmerizing sexual rush.
He took off my bra and I kept my eyes tightly closed. Now I was completely naked in front of him, in front of my own son, in front of my new husband, and it was so mortifying.
He whispered in my ear, “Thank you again, Mom, for these breasts I see nurturing me as I grow.”
I was so excited I couldn’t speak. In my mind I shouted, “Shut up! Hurry up and suck on mama** nipple boy, mama** little lover boy.”
As if he really heard me, he took my erect nipple into his mouth.
At this point, I was filled with the thought that I had become my son’s wife, that he was sucking on my breasts, the same mouth that was giving me pleasure at this time; that he was sucking on my breasts, i.e., like my son and like my husband.
After a period of sucking and stroking, he stopped and stood in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my son and husband begin to remove his clothes. I saw his cock struggle and jump out of his underwear. The guy was thick and long, much longer than his father’s. Even though I was terrified of his thick cock, all I could do was watch as he walked towards me and held me in his arms.
The first time we cuddled naked. The last time I held him naked was when he was 6 years old. This embrace was nothing like holding my once familiar and strange son. His cock throbbed against my hakama, his chest pooled against my breasts as he kissed my lips and embraced me towards the bed.
He pushes me gently onto the bed and carefully lies on top of me, my heart thumping. I lay on my back as his hands caressed my body, cautiously adjusting my position.
“Today is the day.” I resolved.
I lay on my back and he kept rubbing my breasts as he kissed me. I think it’s time for me to close my eyes again.
Next, he spread my legs and placed his body between my legs. I could clearly feel his cock pushing against my hakama from time to time as he adjusted himself.
And then he raised his crotch. I felt his right hand go to his hakama, and after a few seconds, his fingers began to spread my pussy lips.
As he spread my pussy lips and guided his cock into my c**k with his fingers, a sensation similar to being electrocuted quickly traveled throughout my body. I’ll never forget the excitement of the moment his glans first rubbed against the inner walls of my pussy; it felt like the first time I’d ever been impaled. The moment my son’s cock touched my labia, waves of sexual pleasure began to build up all at once.
As soon as Lomax’s cock touched my pussy lips, he plunged deep into my cunt all at once. There was nothing left for me to do but moan.
Lomax’s back arched like a hump, and all of a sudden, all at once, he slammed forward, and then his entire body slammed down on top of mine, not moving. I could feel his cock completely engulfed in my cunt, and he had waited for this moment, and he was enjoying it. His pubic hair squeezed mine and his balls rubbed against the edge of my pussy.
I felt that there was a reincarnation between Lomax and I. Twenty-three years ago, when I had brought him into the world through that hole, I had done so in the same position in which I was making love today – I was lying on my back, my legs bent, raised upward and spread unreservedly. Now, 23 years later, the man who crawled out of my cunt is using the hardest organ in his body, in the same position, to penetrate this hole where he was born in the first place.
After a while, he started to pump up inside of me as he fucked his mom. He was fucking her, his mom married him today; he was fucking her on their u wedding night.
He slowly picked up speed. I was shocked by the way he fucked like an experienced guy, fucking slowly and then suddenly changing speeds. He napped like an expert.
In the meantime, I had at least 4 orgasms. I kept thinking that this was my son and that he was fucking me and was banging his cock against my pussy. My dirty thoughts kept spawning new orgasms for me.