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This story works as a sequel to But even if you have not read that story, you will be able to understand most of this story. So you can continue reading this or read that one first and then come here.
“Hello. My name is Rohit Nath, and I have a serious problem. Actually, it’s about my mother. Lately, she is acting very strangely. How should I put it? If she wasn’t my mother, I would be sure that she is trying to seduce me.
In the last two weeks, at least 8-9 times she has spilled some coffee, soup or dal on my pants and insisted on cleaning it herself. Whenever I am peacefully studying in my room, she calls me for something. When I go there, she is almost every time scantily dressed.
Once, she called me in the bathroom when she was in the tub. She asked me to get a towel that she forgot on the bed. The moment I stepped in, she stood up, flashing her naked body to me. Quickly I threw the towel and walked away. I don’t understand why she is behaving like that.
Actually, I do…”
This is what a young 19-years-old Rohit Nath was saying sitting in a shrink’s office. Something very troubling must have happened in his life for him to seek help from a psychiatrist. I guess ‘mother trying to seduce me’ is a good enough reason. He continued,
“Let me start by introducing my mother. Her name is Aishwarya. She is a 38-years-old fair hot woman. She stands at 5’6’’ and weighs 54 kg. She is a fit lady with a flat stomach.
My mother is a fitness freak! She does a lot of exercises and hot yoga to keep her in shape. Even at this age, she is at the prime of her beauty. In a way, she shares a resemblance with the beautiful actress Tamannah.
All the men in the locality take pleasure in viewing her body whenever she wears skin-tight tops and pants during the daily jog. While sweating on the run, the fabric clings to her body, accentuating all her seductive curves and assets.
Most of the time, she has a habit of wearing a sleeveless blouse and a plain chiffon sari below her navel. You can say she is a modern woman with a traditional dressing sense. The reason I am overly describing her here is that my mom is extremely hot, and this bothers me!
“Ever since she divorced my father…”
“Divorce?!” the doctor interrupted.
“Yes.” Rohit acknowledged.
“So your father is alive?” the female doctor asked curiously.
“Yes, of course. Why did you ask?”
“No reason. Please continue.”
This middle-aged obese female psychiatrist seemed disturbed hearing this. It’s as if she had some information that contradicted what Rohit said. Adjusting her glasses, she noted something down on her notepad.
“My father is a marine engineer. He has been for many years. For his job, he has to stay for 7-8 months away from home. This was a problem. Even though he has always been very financially supportive, emotionally, he was never there when my mother needed him.
Actually, my parents fell in love when they were in college. Before my father took this profession, I was born. So even though my mother was not happy with his decision, she agreed to be a part of their marriage for my sake. The situation did not improve the many years they were together.
So last year, in November, when I turned eighteen, mom decided to get a divorce. The process was long, and with alimony settlements to be finalized, it took over one year. Once everything was done, my mom was a free woman with a lot of money in her bank account.
Meanwhile, I was an adult. So I had a choice to make. My father, who still loved my mother despite the divorce, insisted on me living with her. “Take good care of your mother,” he said when he dropped us off at the train station.
Actually, my mom didn’t want to live in the same city. As it is, she was in between jobs. So she got herself transferred from Bangalore to Delhi. So, last month in December we took a train carrying all the luggage we could.
Inside the two tire AC compartment, we sat next to a four-member family – a young couple and their two children. Seeing us sit down, the women got talking. “When did you two get married?” she asked plainly.
Suddenly I felt uncomfortable as mom corrected her. Realizing her mistake, the woman got very embarrassed. Meanwhile, her husband kept staring at me with a wide grin on his face. During our journey, once he asked me to accompany him out of the compartment for a smoke.
“I don’t smoke,” I corrected him.
“Oh, come on. Just give me company,” He said, extending his hand. I looked at mom. She allowed me, so I went along.
There, while he was smoking, he asked a question, “So… you and your mother… Do you?” he said while making some hand gestures. He had curled up one hand in the shape of a hole, and then with another hand, he drove his middle finger in and out.
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.” I replied.
“Do you two…” he was still hesitating, “Do you two… fuck?”
Hearing this, I had no clue how to react. Basically, he was asking whether I have sex with my mother. As it is, I was a virgin back then, but this was new.
“I still don’t understand. I don’t have sex with her. She’s my mother.”
“Are you dumb!” he taunted, “Don’t know what ‘incest’ is?”
“No. What?” I curiously ask.
“Around the world, many hot women secretly have sex with their young mature sons. This forbidden act is called incest. Your hot mom qualifies for that role.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I was still lost, not understanding what he just said. Disappointed, he threw the cigarette out of the train. Then he tapped on my shoulder, saying, “Leave it, you are useless.”
Then he walked inside. For the rest of the journey, he didn’t speak a word with me. Meanwhile, I was left with this new word called ‘incest’. Out of curiosity, I looked on the internet to know what is incest.
While surfing, I stumbled upon a website called Indian Sex Stories, ISS, for short. While sleeping in the top bunk, I read a few stories. I was shocked and surprised to read how many young Indian boys have sex with their mothers.
When I looked down at my mother, she was sleeping in the middle bunk on the opposite side. She was in deep slumber resting on one side. Unknowingly the pallu had slipped, giving a clear view of her blouse. Further, her arms squeezed her breasts, displaying a deep cleavage.
“It’s just like that boy in that story . He got excited, staring at his mother’s cleavage,” I said to myself. Suddenly that thought, coupled with my view, gave me an instant erection. This was strange and uncomfortable as I was tempted to touch myself watching my mother.
Quickly I got down, walked to the washroom, and masturbated to the playboy magazine pdf, which I usually use. Suddenly the thought of having sex with my mother disappeared. But they weren’t completely gone.”
Narrating the story, Rohit got pretty excited and erect. Noticing his boner, the doctor got very uncomfortable too. Rohit could see that she was pretty aroused as she rubbed her thighs together while in the seat. Placing a pillow over his crotch, he continued.
“So we got settled in a new apartment. While she began with her new job, I resumed my MBBS studies in the new college. With every passing day, my fascination for incest was growing.
Once when my mom dropped me off at college, some of my friends confused her with being my girlfriend. I was so excited by this thought that I did not correct them.
I was feeling strange about my mother. She was no longer just a woman who gave birth to me or took care of me while growing up. Now, I started looking at her as a viable, sexually romantic partner.
As a matter of fact, she was the reason for my poor love life. Back in my old college, my male friends lust over her beauty. That was okay, I was fine with that. But my female friends were intimidated by her goddess-like beauty.
Despite me being a decent looking guy, none of the girls approached me to make me their boyfriend. They had this inferiority complex that in comparison to my mother, they would never be good enough.
Fortunately, entering the world of incest, now, I had found a perfect partner to make love with – in the form of my hot mother. I didn’t make any move like those guys in the stories.
Instead, as a start, I started penning down my fantasies of watching my mom having sex with different guys while slowly approaching her. I wanted to talk to my mom. Tell her how I feel. But I wasn’t as brave as those guys in those ISS stories. But then during the new year eve, this happened.”
From time to time, Rohit was taking a pause in his story to make sure he wasn’t sharing too much information. Sure there is a doctor-patient confidentiality agreement. Still, he was very careful.
“Mom had an office party to attend to so we went out to buy a new party dress for her. My mother is not short of new expensive clothes. But she likes to spend. After all, what else will she do with all that money in her bank account?
“Does she have a new man in her life?” I wondered, seeing her so excited to buy a new sari. This thought broke my heart. My fantasies of her having sex with other guys would be a real nightmare if it happened for real.
Then after buying some stuff, she took me to a restaurant for lunch. There she spoke something unexpected.
Mom: Rohit. I know you must have plans for the New Year party. But I have a favor to ask?
Me: Yes, mother. What is it?
Mom: Can you come to the office party with me as…
Me: As what?
Mom: As… (she took a deep breath) As my husband.
She whispered while making sure that the people in the adjacent tables didn’t hear her. In response, I tried to act shocked. A bit distressed. But it was just a cover. Deep down, I was happy, excited, cheering. I had that ‘mann me laddu phuta’ moment like that chocolate commercial.
I couldn’t believe my mother wanted me to be her husband. But then she clarified that it was just temporary, for one night only. She then told me the full situation of how all the guys at the office are preying on her, trying to seduce her to get into her pants.
As a person who had strong feelings for her, I didn’t want any competition. Since that moment, I started noticing subtle teases she always dropped around me. While walking to the car, she took the opportunity to accidentally press her breasts against my biceps.
While driving away in the car, her pallu slipped to display ample cleavage. Still, she didn’t make any effort to fix it. I couldn’t believe she was doing all this for me.
Later that afternoon, she forced me into dance practice. My hands were shaking and shivering while she made me place them on her bare hip while we swayed along with the tunes. I tried very hard to keep the distance between our hips to not accidentally rub my erection against her body.
Still, she pulled me close. She must have felt my erection but didn’t say anything. Finally, the time came, and we both went to get ready for the party. By then, I was pretty sure that her feelings were equally romantic as mine. But to push her even further, I wore my father’s suit.
Wearing it, I stepped out in the hall. As handsomely I was dressed, my jaw dropped seeing my mother. She was looking insanely sexy! The sari she picked was that modern design Priyanka wore in that ‘Desi girl’ song.
She wore the bikini like black blouse, deep neck, totally backless, and visible waxed armpits. Her ample cleavage would have been on display had she not covered it with her glittery black sari.
“You look very handsome. Rohit, my husband,” she giggled.
I replied in a shaky voice. “You look beautiful too, Mom.”
“What!”
“Sorry. You look beautiful, Aishwarya, my wife.” There was a lot of hesitation in my speech. Even though I was more than happy for us to privately live like husband-wife. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to make this relationship public so fast.
Annoyed by my stammering, she walked to me. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just for one night,” she said, kissing my forehead. “Here. This will build your confidence.”
She said and held her mangalsutra in front of me. She wanted me to put it on. Picking it up, I remember that scene from a Bollywood film where a couple who are faking the fact that they are married. Still, the heroine gets very emotional when the hero puts mangalsutra around her neck.
I wonder if mom felt the same. I couldn’t see because I was standing behind her to hook it on. Still, it was a good view as her back was completely bare down to her hip. “A gentle pull on her petticoat will give me a clear view of her butt.” I mischievously said to myself.
Putting on an overcoat, we left the house in a cab. At the five-star hotel stepping out, I was very nervous. Stepping inside, mom made me take off her coat to reveal her sexy sari underneath. I could see all the attendants in the hotel staring at her.
Proudly holding her hand, we walked to the party. The office had booked a private room for themselves. I was very nervous, but mom seemed very confident. She casually introduced me as her husband, Rohit Nath.
Among all the people she introduced me to, a female co-worker of hers named Dipika stood out. While I greeted everyone else with a gentle handshake. This young woman insisted on a hug.
Dipika is pretty. Similar to my mother, except she has a slightly darker complexion and smaller boobs. She was wearing a sparkly red dress for the party that was sleeveless and bared her thighs completely. Dipika gave a tight hug saying, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Mom must have felt jealous as she pulled us apart. I hope she was genuinely jealous and was not just putting up an act of a good wife. Then I was taken to the guys’ table while she went with the girls. All her colleagues were pretty straight forward.
They started asking intimate details about our times in bed. Since I was a virgin, I had no actual experience to share. Instead, I used information from all the countless incest stories I read on the website. With a slight manipulation of the fact, the guys bought that.
Then at one point, mom called me to the washroom to check if everything is okay. Once we were done talking, she told me to wait. “I don’t want to raise any suspicion. So I’ll go first, and you come out after some time.”
I did exactly that. But when I opened the door, I saw Dipika standing in front of me. She pushed me, stepped inside, and closed the door. She started seductively kissing my neck.
“Tell me. Tell me the truth. Ash is not your wife. Isn’t she?” she said while pressing her body against mine. “I know she is lying. Clearly, she is too old for you.”
Dipika was succeeding in getting me aroused. To avoid blowing my cover, I pushed her away, saying, “She is my wife!”
“Oh, really. Then prove it!”
“I will,” I said while walking away.
Grabbing my hand, she said, “Of course you will. At midnight all the couples will have to kiss. It’s compulsory,” while saying this, she slowly unzipped her dress from the side. “So tell me, Rohit. Do you have the balls to kiss your aunt?”
She said, standing naked in the washroom. “I can save you from this nightmare if you kiss me instead,” she said while extending her arms while pouting for a kiss.
“This is outrageous. Aishwarya is my wife,” I said confidently while stepping out. “You will see.”
Dipika was right about her suspicion, but she was wrong about my intentions. This was a golden opportunity. The new year kiss would decide how our relationship would be moving forward. Returning to the party, I drank a lot to drop all my inhibitions from kissing my mom.
Close to midnight, all the couples started dancing, so did we. Confidently I pulled mom away from her table and on the dance floor. We swayed to the tunes as practiced. My arms were firmly holding her by the hip while she gently placed her arms around my shoulders.
We were very close, our bodies were touching intimately. Her large breasts pressed against my chest. Mom’s boobs were significantly bigger and better than Dipika’s that I got to feel a couple of minutes ago.
I desperately wanted to kiss her. But I feared to get a tight slap on my cheek if I approached. So I waited for her to make a move. When the countdown began, all the couples around us started kissing. Soon she realized what she had to do. I kept staring at her blood-red matte lipstick that drew my attention.
I sensed a bit of hesitation, but she eventually gave in. Exactly at the stroke of midnight, her soft, tender lips pressed against mine. The lip-lock continued very passionately as both of us closed our eyes to take maximum pleasure out of it. Our kiss continued until it was awkward for everyone else.
All the others had stopped and been watching us kiss. In the heat of the moment, I already had an erection. So to make things even pleasurable, I slipped her my tongue.
Suddenly she was taken aback as the string of saliva maintained a connection between our lips. She was embarrassed to see everyone staring at us. Meanwhile, I saw Dipika disappointed as she walked out of the room.
Meanwhile, the party got louder as there were more drinking and dancing. Mom was very much in the mood as she started taking shots and swaying to the tunes. I could see her taking center stage while dancing with all her co-workers.
Meanwhile, I sat in a corner with a conflict in my mind. “After all these years of being a love-less virgin in one night, there were two women after me. One is my hot mother, with whom things are progressing very fast. The second is Dipika. Not as hot and mature as my mother. Still a girl of my age who is practically throwing herself at me. On top of that, I am totally drunk. That is making my brain slow.”
Since I was lost in that thought, I didn’t notice the vultures circling mom. They took this opportunity to cop a feel. They were groping all her assets shamelessly as my mom didn’t resist. Realizing that things were going out of hand, I pulled her away. Telling her boss that we are leaving, both of us stepped out.
Mom was totally lost. Even when there was no music outside, she continued to dance. On top of that, she was having difficulty walking. So I had to practically carry her to the cab. On our way out, we had to walk past a large swimming pool.
There suddenly, “Rohit, wait!” It was Dipika calling me.
For a moment, I stopped holding my mother and turned around. In that instant, she slipped and fell in the pool. Now my mom has been a state-level swimmer, but that night she was just a drunk chick. I had to quickly jump in to take her out.
Dipika helped me to get her out of the pool. Both of us were soaking wet on the chilly winter night of Delhi. There was no way we could go home like this. So Dipika suggested we go to the room. Dipika was kind enough to give us her card key. Not only that, but Dipika also helped me carry mom to the room door.
Shivering in the cold, I had lost all the buzz from drinking. Suddenly I realized that I will have to strip mom out of her clothes. And I wasn’t in the right mental state to see her naked now. Dropping us there, Dipika started walking away.
Me: Dipika, please.
Dipika: Yes, what?
Me: Could you help me take off her clothes?
Dipika: Why do you need my help to take off your wife’s clothes?
Me: She’s not…
Dipika: She’s not what? Is she not your wife?
Me: Yes, no, I mean, I’ll explain. But please help me with this first. I don’t want her to get sick.
Acknowledging my request, she took her in. Meanwhile, I stepped into the bathroom to take off all my wet clothes. Once she was done, I stepped out wearing just a towel.
At that time, Dipika had stripped mom out of her clothes and tucked her under the blanket on the bed. Mom was fast asleep. Since Dipika was so nice to me, I told her everything about my mom’s request to pretend to be her husband.
Dipika was relieved. She confessed, saying that she was attracted to me since she saw my pictures with mom on her Facebook. But she has mistaken me to be mom’s nephew. Still, she was shocked by how I boldly kissed my mother.
We continued to talk. So I don’t know how we both moved to the bed and had sex there. All this time, my mom was sleeping naked next to me. I was tempted to slip my hand under the sheet and grab her naked boob. But then Dipika kept me pretty busy.”
“What!” the psychiatrist interrupted. “So, you didn’t have sex with your mother?”
“No! Why would you ask that?” Rohit replied.
“No reason. Please continue.”
“So the next morning, when I woke up, I saw a hot naked woman standing by the table with her back facing towards me. Suddenly my dick stood erect. Thinking it was Dipika, I slowly started stroking my cock.
But then I turned to check on mom. That’s when I realized that I was seeing my mom completely naked. When she turned around, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Still, from a slight opening in my eyes, I admired her beautiful body front and back while she got dressed. Then she woke me up and we went home, never to speak about this again.”
Saying this, Rohit took a pause. It was as if he wanted to emphasize on the next sentence. “I guess here is the problem. Just as I saw mom naked that morning, she must have seen me naked too. I believe, as it is, she wanted to be romantic with me. So to test me, she told me to pretend to be her husband. Then after seeing me naked, she wants to take our relationship to the next level. Am I right?”
Hearing this, the psychiatrist got impatient. She stood up and started pacing back and forth. She seemed troubled. Never before did he see any shrink behave like that in the movies. She seemed to have found herself in an ethical conundrum.
On the one hand,, she knew that Rohit was totally mistaken about the fact that his mother wanted to have sex with him. But on the other hand, she could see two lost souls who could be united in the name of love and sex. But that would mean she would be encouraging him to commit something tabooed in society.
“So what?” said she to herself with a devilish smile.
“What are you thinking doc, should I have sex with my mother?” Rohit asked again, this time worried.
“This is actually a very sensitive topic. But if sex is what makes your mother happy, then you should give that to her. But to avoid making any mistake, please keep me in the loop so that I’ll make sure you don’t take any wrong step in this newfound relationship.”
Hearing a positive remark from the doctor got him very excited. “Thank you, doc. Thank you very much!” he cheered while getting up. She could witness a hard erection Rohit was having at the moment just while think about having sex with his mother.
With the same excitement, Rohit walked away. Meanwhile, this middle-aged woman slipped her hands in her underwear to rub her cunt. She picked a photograph from the side and looking at it said,
“Oh my son, just like this mom-son couple, we too should reevaluate our relationship…Ahhh!”
To be continued.
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