Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, narrated as excerpts from the diary. The excerpts narrate the secret thoughts, desires fantasies about various people in life.
This story narrates the explicit incest between mom and son. Any person who is sensitive to close incest relations and doesn’t like such stories, please stop reading here.
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17 June 1998
It is weird that I bought a notebook that day and decided to use it as my personal diary. I wanted a diary but I ended up buying this notebook without thinking much about it. Maybe because I lied to you to get the money or maybe the notebook was something that I could easily hide from everyone.
I convinced my mind too that I wanted to buy a notebook.
19 June 1998
I could not complete writing that day as I was disturbed by my mom who came in looking for me to come down for dinner. That day, she was looking beautiful. She was beautiful, but she was looking even more beautiful today.
It was evening and as I started to sit down for my assignment, my mom suddenly asked me to go out for groceries. As I entered the living room, I was welcomed by the stunning look of mom in her new attire. Maybe it was her new blouse and sari that was making her look so stunning.
My eyes widened looking at her. She was in a 3/4th sleeved, chocolate-colored blouse. And an imprinted chocolate-colored nylon sari wrapped tight and tucked at the side of her stomach. The heavy bags of groceries which I carried seemed to have lost their weight. But the weight of my bag now started to grow below my stomach.
As I went close looking at her, my nostrils were blasted with the smell of jasmine from the jasmine flowers in her hair. I could see that she had tied her hair in a bun and the string of jasmine flowers had encircled it.
She took the bag from my hand with a smile, which seemed to pierce my heart. As she turned around to go back, I could see her vast, naked back exposed by the cut in her blouse. And that was enough for me to realize that I was attracted to my mom.
It had been a while that I started to feel something had changed in me towards my mom. But till that day, I was not sure what it was.
For the first time, I was awoken by the fact that I was attracted to my mother. I was so much attracted that there was a bulge in my shorts, which fortunately was hidden by my shirt. I was sure that it saved me from shame if my mom had noticed it.
I sat down to complete my assignment, but again my mom came back to the hall with her chores. She sat down a bit away from me and started doing her work.
I soon realized that mom and dad were exchanging glances with each other. At times mom used to give naughty smiles to dad and he reciprocated with a more masculine smile. And in all this, it was difficult for me to concentrate. Somehow, we completed dinner and I am now going to bed with a bulge in my shorts.
20 June 1998
I was not sure today if I could write this diary. But on the pretext of completing my assignment upstairs on the terrace, I came up and got some time to write this.
After I got into bed, my mom completed her chores and came to the bedroom where I, mom, and my brother sleep together. I pretended to be asleep but my whole body is awake and is burning with desire. I was not sure what I should do about it.
While I tossed a couple of times in bed not knowing what to do about the bulge, the touch of my hand sent a wave of pleasure to my body. In the darkness and under the blanket, I was touching my bulge when I felt someone at the door. It was a very faint light and I was not sure if someone got inside the room.
I tried to widen my eyes to confirm I was not imagining things. But it had gone to the other side of the bed, and after a minute, I could see the two see silhouettes walking out. Now I was sure that one of them was my dad and the other was my mom.
I was so innocent at that time and turned 18 years old only. But I knew enough to know what to do with my bulge. But the thought of what my dad would do to mom in the other room has given me a rush of blood to the crotch, making my manhood stand like Eiffel Tower.
I rubbed my hand over the bulge as it felt soothing and soon in minutes, I twisted in bed with pleasure. I woke up the next morning with exciting anticipation. And I had the most rhetorical welcome as always.
When I woke up, I could hear my mom doing her chores in the kitchen. I got down and went to the washroom to empty my bladder.
While coming back, I casually looked towards the kitchen. I got a quick glimpse of my mom in the same sari but in a different red-colored blouse. Her hair bun was now loosely tied. I was disappointed to look at her like that and started wondering why she would change the blouse.
Thinking about it, I sat on the bed and casually looked around, not knowing what to do when my eyes suddenly stopped at a shelf. I could see the artifact of the nighty lying lifelessly thrown into the corner carelessly.
I jumped out of the bed and got there with long strides. I looked closely and was now sure that it was the same blouse that was shining and adorning my mom’s body yesterday evening. And now in the morning, I was seeing it lying crumpled in a corner of the shelf.
As my hands moved to pick it, I realized that they were shivering a bit. I was not sure if because due to excitement or fear. But when I touched it to pick it up, my manhood came to life again. With shaking hands, I took the crumpled blouse and looked through the random folding.
As I unfolded it, I was welcomed by the torn holes and stitches that came wide open or had gone awry. It was of no use. And I could hardly imagine what it would take to make the blouse in such a state. But I folded it back, threw it randomly and carelessly into the same corner that I had found it in.
I came back to bed caressing my bulge. I could sleep only after the pressure was relieved. I knew from that day nothing was the same between me and my mom. At least for me, things had changed.
To be continued.
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