Following is a creative work of fiction about first time sex with mom. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.
As I reached home, it was almost 7. Both my brother and sister were already completing their homework. I got down to show as if completing homework and spent the next hour exchanging looks with my mom. My dick was already getting frequently hard thinking of the night.
We soon finished dinner and got down to bed. My mom was last to come to bed. She switched off the light. I winked at her and made a pout to express that I was kissing her. She replied with a smile, and the lights turned off. I was waiting eagerly for the night.
I don’t know when I slipped into sleep. But the watch on the shelf showed as 11 in the radium glow when I woke up. Everyone was in a deep sleep. I got down from the bed and went to the other side. I tapped my mom’s shoulders to wake her up. It took a few taps to wake her completely.
By the time my eyes got used to the darkness. I could sense the tiniest shade of light. I could see her sitting in her place, checking at my siblings. She signaled as if to ask what it was. I raised my hand with a finger showing the other room. For a moment, she looked at me.
I went to the corner where I placed my bag and pulled out the ironed sari and blouse from it. I walked back to her, who was sitting in the room. I handed them over to her. She took still as if she was not sure.
I moved close to her ear and whispered, “Wear the sari and come to the next room. I will be waiting for you.” I walked out without waiting for her response. And I pecked her before I moved out. I pulled the doors close and switched on the night bulb. Then I got down to arrange the room for the night.
I pulled the bed from the cot and put it in the same corner where my dad put it when he did her. I changed myself into the lungi and vest. I was waiting for her to come patiently. It was 30 minutes before she opened the door and walked in. She looked at the arrangements and me for a moment.
I sat like a man on the bed when she entered and looked at her with lust in my eyes. Our eyes met for a moment. She stood there at the door silently. “Why don’t you close the door, keep those flowers in your hair and come here, Shobha?” I said.
She widened her eyes in surprise as she heard me using her name for the first time. I looked straight into her eyes without flinching and asked, repeating my words. She looked at me for a moment and followed my instructions. She closed and locked the door from inside and came closer to the bed.
I was trying to control excitement and hard on. I held her hand and pulled her down to make her sit on the bed. She controlled and fell on the bed. She adjusted to sit on the bed and looked at me. I took the flowers from her hand and arranged them randomly in her hair.
Now in my favorite chocolate-colored sari and 3/4th blouse with a bunch of jasmine flowers in her hair. I could not wait. By holding her waist, I pulled her closer to me. And she loosened my grip. “Please! I am your mom.” At that moment, I just lost it.
I looked at her madly for a moment, and then words flew out of my mouth.
“What did you say? Didn’t you remember that you were my mom when you asked me that stupid question? Why didn’t you slap me when I held your waist? Instead, you smiled shamelessly and naughtily.”
“And you didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was grinding your ass with my dick. You didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was secretly playing with you behind your husband’s back for the past month. You didn’t remember that you were my mother while I was kissing you.”
“Now you come to this room by wearing the sari I asked you to wear and preaching to me that you are my mom?’ I stopped for the words to sink. We are looking at each other for few moments.
Then I said, “Don’t spoil the mood, Shobha. Yes, we were mom and son. But the moment you asked that question, I held your sexy waist. The moment you accepted it, our mother-son relationship ceased to exist.”
“Yes, we are mother and son to the outside world and the family. But within these four walls, and especially when we are alone, I am your lover. I am your husband, and I will fuck your brains out today. So, cooperate and enjoy.”
Saying this, I again pulled her closer to me with no resistance from her. I moved closer to her and buried my face in the bunch of jasmine flowers. As the sweet smell of jasmines blasted my nostrils, I felt intoxicated. My grip around her waist tightened.
I swayed my face in the bunch of flowers and moved my hands to take her beautiful tight boobs into my hands. I took the tight and soft boobs into my hands. I moved my face to the side and kissed the neck. As I kissed her neck, I started mauling her boobs.
She also soon started to lose control and adjusted her body to my acts. I was mauling her boobs with one hand from under the saree on one side and the other from over the saree. We got lost in inhibitions and shamelessly started kissing each other.
After few minutes, I released her. Looking straight into her eyes, I removed the pallu, exposing the tight boobs held in my favorite blouse. She was looking at me as I was removing the sari. I let it slide sideways, exposing the boobs. I held her hands tightly. I made her lie down on the bed.
Her boobs were still tight and standing like mountains which are making me mad. As she rested her head on the pillow, I could see the lust in her eyes. I removed the shirt first and then my Banian (Vest) and threw it away randomly. As I removed my vest, she signaled at me, looking at the light.
I understood that she wanted to switch off the lights. I got up, turned down the lights, and quickly returned to my place beside her. There was still enough light coming from the ventilator above the wall of the room. I could still make out her beautiful figure and lustful eyes looking at me.
Our eyes locked again, and I slowly held her midriff moved close to her. Then we looked at each other for a moment. We both know that from that moment, we will cease to exist as mom and son. It was a moment of lust and pure lust in our eyes. And that moment will alter our lives forever in the future.
We were there looking deeply at each other. It was not love but pure lust for each other. There was a raging lust inside me. With the expectation, my whole blood was rushing to the center of my body as it was slowly getting heavy. This was the moment I was waiting for.
When it is turning to reality, I want to live the moments. I don’t want to lose them to the heat of the moment. My eyes unlocked from her eyes. I looked at her head on the pillow flanked by loosened hair with strands of flowers around it.
Then they moved down to the mounds of heaven, which I can feel are now heaving in anticipation. I understood that she was also ready for the action. My eyes went back to lock with her eyes. I held the loose end of the sari and moved it further down, exposing the midriff.
I moved my body close to her and got over her. I moved my face close to her and rubbed my lips along her jawline. She pushed her hand under my hand and held me on my back. My lips moved till the other end of the jawline and retraced back to the chin, then went to her lips.
She silently opened her lips to me as my body rested on her. My chest was now crushing the smooth, spongy, and stiff boobs while I held her one side of the midriff. As our smooch became deep and crazy, the tongues rolled out to explore each other.
My hand played the soft and stiff waist, trying to push the sari down and blouse up. Then I moved my complete body over her. My legs got between hers as my manhood rested on her womanhood. My hand took her left hand first and crossed fingers while my hand pinned it beside her pillow.
Then she automatically gave in the right hand, meeting a similar fate as her left hand. My chest is now completely crushing hers. My flesh at the sides of the elbow is pressing hers, which is covered with the blouse. I have now literally pinned her to the bed.
Our heads moved from side to side as we kissed madly. After a few minutes, I released her hands. I buried my face between her mounds and held the two of them tightly together, kissing the flesh exposed by her blouse. Minute by minute, it was getting lustful.
My hip started to make movements that poked my dick at the center near her pussy over the sari. I soon realized that she was also syncing movements with my hip. Still, I am playing with her boobs while kissing them and enjoying with my hands and face.
At times I moved above to kiss her neck, push her blouse strips to the sides and bite her shoulder blades. Slowly I started expanding my exploration. I went down, and I suppose I kissed her pussy over the sari where she held my head madly for a moment before I further went down.
I started playing with her foot, kissing and moving above, exposing her calves. They were so stiff, fleshy, and curvy that my hard-on was raging. I furthered, pushing the sari above her thighs. When I started kissing the inside of her thighs, I could feel the nascent smell of her precum.
I started digging her thighs, kissing her with my lips. She could not resist and, holding my hair with her hands, pulled me up. Then we again kissed madly for few minutes. We became still madder, and I came back to her boobs. Now it seems her top hook has loosened.
I was losing to the moment of heat. I held the blouse at the top of the opening, exposing the boobs, and in one go pulled it hard. I could hear the short sounds of hooks coming off and the blouse tearing. That exposed more flesh of boobs. I didn’t wait and pushed one hand inside and pulled the right boob out.
I was wasting no time. I took it inside my mouth. It was too much for my mouth, and I was soon choking over her boob. She was going mad and raised her chest to push it more into her mouth. I circled my tongue around her nipple. Then I left from sucking the boob and making a slurping sound.
I held the remaining part of the blouse and pulled it again. This time all the hooks have gone for a toss, and the blouse tore off. I pushed the blouse to the side while it clung to her. I held the two boobs as they seemed to overflow in my hands.
I started sucking them, alternatively starting now with the left boob. This lust of madness went on for some time. I drilled my dick over pussy mound from above the sari. The sari seemed to crumple between us. I released the boob. Holding her hands above her head’s tights, I started sucking the boobs.
I also started to hit the pussy mound hard, raising the hips. In between, I smelled and kissed her arms while sucking the boobs. She at times got her lips, and we kissed with our lips. I was fully charged up. It was almost close to an hour as I played with her body.
I could not wait any longer, which I blurted out, “I can’t wait anymore, Shobha.” I got back to sucking the boobs and started removing the underwear to get naked. As I got naked, I stopped suddenly and pushed the sari above her waist. This exposed her womanhood.
I looked at her now into her eyes and tried reading her face. But it was already full of lust. I adjusted her legs, widening them.
I said, “That’s it, mom. This is the last moment of us as mom and son. If we proceed, we will not be mom and son anymore. Would you like to proceed? I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning and teach me morals.”
“Shut up! Put it inside, you son of a bitch.”
For the first time, I heard such nasty and filthy words from her mouth.
“Okay bitch! Then get ready for the fuck of your life. I will fuck your brains out and make you my bitch.”
Saying this, I was rubbing on her nakedness. She held my dick with her hand and pointed me in the right direction. After tenderly teasing it a couple of times, I entered it slowly. Since it was already lubricated, my dick went inside smoothly.
But I was feeling the tightness of her pussy and felt as if it was squeezing my dick. I waited for a moment to feel the pussy. Then I slowly raised my hip and pushed back. After a couple of times, I raised it slowly back as the dick came out of her pussy but not completely.
This time I thrust it back with all the force. I can hear her say ‘Slowly,’ which was lost in her gasp and pain. I gave her a few more hard thrusts, to which she responded similarly. I continued my strokes. I disrobed her completely in few minutes, making her devoid of any laces of motherhood she still held.
We became completely naked. I held her hands above her head and started sucking boobs as I continued my fucking. At times I exchanged her boobs to her lips for a deep wet kiss. Our saliva was drooling out of our mouths as we were kissing. We lost track of time as we enjoyed the entanglement of sex.
The pace of strokes increased in some moments. The next moments they became slow enjoying their leisure. She wrapped her legs around my heaving waist. I almost want to cum at the moment. But I was aware that young guys like me cum quickly. I want to hold it as long as I can.
I want my mom to say that I fucked her better than her husband. So I was intermittently giving her sudden hard thrusts taking her by surprise. Every time a hard thrust was a surprise to her. I am not sure how long it was, but the knob of my dick started to pain.
Soon there was a pressure building inside me. I know I will cum any minute now. I wanted to give a good climax. I slowly increased the pace and strength of my thrusts. My dick started giving her pussy long, hard and heavy strokes and thrusts to which her whole body was quivering.
As the pace increased and tension built around my libido, she raised her legs, and tights wrapped them around me. But I was mad and continued madly pumping her. We started our wet kiss while holding her boobs and mauling them.
As the thrusts became harder and quicker, her moans also seemed like a train movement. Soon in moments, I was spraying my cum inside her as the strokes slowed down with slow, long, and hard thrusts. Slowly our lips also eased, but we enjoyed the wet kiss.
After few minutes, we disentangled, and I fell beside her trying to catch a breath. Our naked bodies could now feel the air from the fan above us. First, there were gasps to catch breathe, then a silence followed by the gratification our bodies enjoyed.
To be continued.
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