Hi, this is Adarsh. I and my parents live in a 3BHK apartment in Bengaluru. My father Ashwath is a chartered accountant aged 56 and my mother Revati aged 47 is a housewife. My father has a very busy practice and leaves home by 8 and comes back by 10 or 11 at night, has a few drinks and a light meal, and sleeps.
I am 26. I have finished my B. Tech and am working for a company here. They are looking for my marriage and I might get married soon. These days, I am working from home.
Since the time I was a boy, I was mostly out of home at school, playing with friends, then in college and hostel, and then out working for 10 hours a day. I have hardly ever been at home, awake, for more than one or two hours a day, and many days and months and years, I have been away from home altogether.
So I had not been close to my mother or father, nor did I know much about them, their likes and dislikes, their relationship, or other habits. But this work-from-home period for the past year changed my view.
I used to exercise daily in a gym earlier, but these days, I had started exercising at home. I mostly had US clients, so I could wake up late and start work late. I slept late too. I woke up normally by 8 pm and then exercised and had a jog in the apartment compound and then had a bath, breakfast and started work. I never saw my father as a result in the mornings.
My mother was at home always. She kept breakfast ready for me at 10 am and had breakfast with me. She was 5 ft 2 inches in height, slim build, very fair and with long black hair. She was always dressed in a starched cotton saree at home. She did not speak much but took great care of me.
Even though we were vegetarians, when she learned that I take eggs for protein supplement, she learned to cook omelets and boil eggs for me. Sometimes when I could not consume everything, she ate the remaining eggs since she believed that food should not be wasted. Father did not know of all this, and we kept it to ourselves since father would not approve.
There were several marriage proposals coming in for me. There were photos of prospective brides to choose from. Naturally, these photos were taken after suitable makeup and good dressing, therefore most girls were attractive. Some were really beautiful.
Often when there was less work, I used to have lunch and then take a short nap. My door was closed but never latched.
These days, I got into the habit of lying on my bed in my room with the air-conditioner on, and look at the photographs of the most beautiful girls I had received and fantasize about them, how they would look stripped down, what we might do during our honeymoon. Automatically my cock hardened gradually and my hand went to my cock, inside my shorts peel back my foreskin and slowly rub the oozing precum on my cock head.
I never really masturbated to ejaculate, because I believed that masturbation makes you weak – and I was a fitness freak. I masturbated rarely, after a party with drinks, etc. I just played around with my cockhead. It felt satisfying and I drifted off into a slumber for an hour or two.
Often mother came into my room, pushing open the door, to wake me up with coffee at about 4 pm.
One such day, I was doing the same. I had lowered my shorts to my knees because it was tight so that I was nude. I was playing around my cockhead looking at a photo. I must have been sleepy, so I slept without pulling on my shorts. Also in my sleep, I must have continued the fantasy and rubbed my cock well. I don’t really know.
I was awakened by the voice of my mother calling from outside my room. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30. I wondered why mother was late and also why she was calling from outside, rather than coming in as always. I also felt rather lazy and pleasant.
I got up and saw that my shorts were below my knees and there were little pools of thick semen from my chin, neck, chest, stomach and navel, dripping sideways. I was really surprised that I had ejaculated in sleep and that my half-hard cock was outside with drying semen on its side.
I realized that mother must have come in and after seeing me in this state, she must have gone out. This made me both ashamed and aroused at the same time. I was a virgin and that my own mother had seen my hard cock with semen all over my chest aroused me more than it ashamed me.
I wiped the cum off me, pulled up my shorts, and went out of my room. My mom was sitting at the dining table with my coffee and hers. I asked her, “Why didn’t you come and wake me, mother?” She said nothing and her eyes were not looking at me. She said, “Have your coffee. It is late. What will you have for dinner?”
I was looking at my mother and for the first time in my life, I realized what a delicate and beautiful woman she was. She did not look her age at all. I started looking at her sexually, imagining as with the photos, how this woman would look stripped down.
My stare must have alerted her and she looked at me with large eyes. But my eyes were staring at her pert pointed breasts under her blouse. She suddenly adjusted her saree and got up and went away into the kitchen.
Then onward, her image became imprinted in my mind. She, standing beside me while I was sleeping, half-hard peeled cock out and semen all over the place. What must she have felt? Disgust, anger, shame..or lust? After all, she was a woman too.
I chose to believe that she must have felt attracted. Did she touch me? That night, I fantasized about her in a full-fledged way, while slept in the adjacent bedroom with dad, systematically stripping her of her blouse, her saree, her bra, her petticoat and finally her panty. I could clearly visualize her nude body.
I imagined doing all kinds of things to that body and finally invading her cunt with my cock and pumping vigorously. I came explosively that night with my semen landing way above my head on the head stead of my bed and splattering it repeatedly.
I must have spurted 10-12 times with the same force, and it was exhilarating, seeing the long thick milky strings of rich semen flying over my face to hit behind my head. My cock twitched like a large fish that was landed, and I continued pumping myself, till I had squeezed every single drop of semen from my balls.
In my fantasy, I was flooding my mother’s womb, planting my seeds firmly in her. I slept.
From the next day, the afternoon masturbation and proper display of my cock for her viewing became regular. Instead of photographs of girls, I had a pornographic book of mom-son incest lying open beside me. That was how she found me every day when she came in with coffee at 4 pm. And I was not asleep.
My eyes were open like a slit and I could see her. The first few days, she turned away and placed the coffee on the bedside table and left. Slowly, she started looking at my cock and the semen.
Once she took the book and leafed through it, as I pretended to be deep asleep. After leafing through the book for a minute, she looked at my face and my cock. I am sure that what I saw was the pure animal lust of a hot woman desiring a man. Her face was red. I let her simmer in that mood and see how it went.
The next day was a Saturday and then a Sunday. Dad was at home. On Monday afternoon, she came at 3 pm rather than 4. I was as usual awake. She appeared to have decided something and looked confident. She had come in empty-handed – not with the usual cup of coffee.
My mom sat beside me gently so as not to disturb my sleep – or so she thought. She took the book and browsed through it, her face turning redder by the minute. She placed it back after some time and looked at me and my cock and my semen. Then slowly she touched the semen that had pooled on my hairy chest with her index finger.
She took the finger to her face, smelt it delicately and then applied it to her tongue. She did this once or twice more. Then my mother delicately touched the side of my cock and then the slit on the head which still had a pearl of semen seeping out. She licked that too.
Then she did something strange. She took off her bindi and stuck it on a page in the book, left the book as it was and went away. At 4 pm as usual she called me for my coffee and I got up and went out as usual.
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