Hey guys! As you know, I only write real stories and I am just 22. So, I don’t have much experience with sex. I had one real incident with my bhabhi which I already wrote about in my first story.
A few days ago, I got one mail about the feedback for my first story. That mail was sent by one girl named, “Samiksha”. We started chatting with each other about our life, work and all. She told me that she too had one sex experience and wanted to share it with all. But she didn’t like to write. So, I gave her an idea that I could write for her.
Then we arranged a voice call on an app and she told me her full story. It was fun listening to her and the story was horny. So, I started writing her story.
I will narrate the story on Samiksha’s behalf. Samiksha is her real name and I will not reveal her surname for her privacy.
Let’s start the story.
Hi readers, I am Samiksha, you can call me “Simmi” in short. I live in Nagpur, Maharashtra, and work as a fashion designer. My age is 44 and my size is about 34-27-35. I am fair and like wearing a saree at my job. And I also like to wear short skirts and nighties at home.
I am a modern woman and did my fashion design course in Mumbai. My husband has his restaurant in Nagpur itself and he is 2 years older than me. He is also a modern man, tall, and has a great personality. I love him so much and he loves me too. He likes to see me in short skirts and nighties. So I normally wear the same for him and a saree for my job.
My son is 21 years old now. He has average height and black hair. He has just completed his graduation this year and planning to do his masters in Pune.
The incident which I am going to tell you about today is about my son and me. It happened when my son was just 19 and just admitted to Bachelor and I was about 42. I used to work at one design store as a fashion designer, but because of some health issues, I left my job till I get better.
I had a brain problem:- A dizziness (chakkar aake girna) problem. My head used to ache sometimes and I used to fall. Sometimes, it was literally hard for me to sleep. So the doctor gave me sleeping pills which used to help me sleep.
I was just a housewife then. I used to finish all my household work by midnight and take my pills and go to sleep till around 6 pm. My son used to come from college at 4:30 pm, get fresh and used to go his cricket club.
One day, as usual, I finished my work at 12 and went to bed. I had a stomach ache that day, so I didn’t take my sleeping pills. It was hard to sleep that day. After an hour, sleep took over and I fell asleep.
After about a few hours, I was awake, but still too lazy to get out of my bed. So, I just kept my eyes closed and lay on the bed as it is. Then I heard the main door’s shutting sound and footsteps coming over to the bedroom. I knew that it was my son Ricky back from college. He didn’t have his room because our flat was just 1BHK. So, he had all his stuff and clothes in our bedroom itself.
I knew that he would rush to the room, change his clothes, get fresh and rush back to his cricket club.
I could hear his footsteps. He came to the room, stripped his clothes off and went to the bathroom with only his underwear on. After some time, he came back from the bathroom and searched the cupboard for his clothes. Then he put his clothes on and he was gonna rush towards his cricket club, but he didn’t.
The voice of footsteps was gone. It was complete silence. I was confused about what he must be doing. Where was he? After around 30 seconds, the sound of footsteps was back. I could clearly feel that my son was coming toward the bed.
I was wearing a black t-shirt and a short-sized black colored skirt, which was hanging above my knees, and black underwear inside. My pantie was not visible from the skirt, but when you try to bend down a little, it will be clearly visible.
My son came toward the bed and stood near my feet. I was lying on the left side of the bed. The sound vanished again because of no movements by him. After about a few seconds, I felt my son’s hand pressing down on the bed near my knees as if he just bent forward on the bed by taking support of his left hand. I didn’t know what he was doing.
After a few seconds, I felt that my skirt was being lifted! Then I got the idea that he must be trying to see inside my skirt. And he knew very well that I used to take the sleeping pills and didn’t wake till 6.
My son lifted my skirt high up around 60 degrees and was seeing my black cut V-shaped underwear. I was so embarrassed and shy because my son was staring at his mother’s panty taking advantage of her sleep!
He was continuously staring at me, seeing my sexy figure and my V-cut underwear. My heart started racing like hell and mouth started getting dry and my mind was hanged. I was totally paralyzed at that moment.
Then I thought I should wake up and hit him with a tight slap. But I was too shy to get up and face him. Apart from that, I was also embarrassed because my pussy and the pubic area were not shaved and the hairs beside my pussy were clearly visible hanging out of my panties.
My 19-year-old son was seeing my panty and my pubic hairs hanging outside and also the side gap between my pussy and legs was visible clearly. I was shy and scared at that moment.
He stared at my panty for around 2 minutes and gently put my skirt down, as it was earlier placed. He then got up and came near my shoulders and bent down and kissed my right cheek softly. Then he ran out of the room for his cricket club.
This incident totally shocked me and made me speechless too. My son saw my panty and pubic hair and then kissed my cheek. I was literally mad at him but still couldn’t make a move to shout at him. Because I had no words to ask him about what he did.
After that, the day went well and as usual. Nothing special was there, just a normal evening. Everyone was busy with their work. My husband was watching TV. Ricky was still out with his friends. Everyone was happy with their work except me. I was still in shock and those thoughts were eating me like hell.
The day passed finally and the other day came. Ricky went to college. My husband went to his restaurant and I was busy with my household work. I was thinking about yesterday’s incident and planned to catch my son red-handed today and teach him a lesson.
As usual, I finished my work at 12 and went to bed. But I didn’t sleep the whole time. I was waiting for him and making plans about scolding him. I dressed like yesterday itself, a black t-shirt, a short black skirt, and my black cut V-shaped underwear with my pubic hairs hanging out and the side gap between leg and pussy visible.
Then I heard the door shutting down and footsteps rushing toward the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep. He entered the room and followed his daily routine. He changed his clothes and got fresh.
After some time, the footsteps vanished. It gave me a signal that everything was going as planned.
My son started stepping toward me and stood near my feet. This time, he sat down beside my knees at the bedside. My heartbeat started racing. I started getting nervous as I knew that now my son was going to lift my skirt and stare at my bare figure and my panty.
Ricky started lifting my skirt. As he was lifting it bit by bit, my heartbeat was raising bit by bit. He lifted my skirt around 60 degrees and started staring. I wanted to get up and hit him like hell. But I wasn’t able to make it at any moment. I was shy and paralyzed again! My feet were shivering a little and my heart was pounding like hell. It was totally a new feeling this time. I didn’t know why. But I was getting high second by second.
My pussy was getting wet and I could feel a very different sensation in my body. I was feeling literally horny at that time. My nipples were erect and my pussy was shivering to throb a little.
After around 2 minutes, he put my skirt down and got up. Then he came near my shoulders, cupped the left side of my face with his right hand, and gently kissed my right cheek 2 times. Then he went out of the room for his cricket club.
I was embarrassed with myself thinking that how could I get wet at that moment when my son was peeking inside my skirt, when my son was staring at my panty when my son was seeing my pussy hairs. It was shameful for me. But at the same time, I started liking it too. I was ashamed of all this. But at some place in my heart, it was satisfying for me. It was kind of a horny fantasy for me. To be honest, I liked when my son stared at me in such a sexual way.
The other day, I didn’t plan anything. It was so shameful for a mother to give a view to her son. But the monster inside me was forcing me to wear my pink short nightie and a pink panty with white flowers printed on it.
I wore my pink nightie and sexy pink sharp V-shaped panty for my son to take a look at. I didn’t know why I was doing that, but I liked it and wanted to get seen by him more. Then he came back from his college again and got fresh and started stepping toward me.
That day, I was sleeping on my stomach making my sexy big ass visible to him. My son sat beside me and lifted my nightie. He was taking a look at my horny round ass. I knew he was horny too and thinking about fucking his sexy mother’s ass like hell!
I then felt my son’s hand over my right butt. He was gently touching it and it was feeling like a soft feather tickling my ass. I knew my son was horny for his mother too. My nipples were erect now and my pussy was wet and dripping like hell. Thank god, I slept on my stomach so that he could not be able to see my wet spot!
Ricky touched it for a minute and then slowly bent down and gave a small and sweet kiss on my left bum. That was the greatest moment for me. I was dying to get up and threw him on the bed and rub my ass on his face, but I couldn’t.
He then moved toward my shoulders, sat there and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek 2 times, and ran out for his cricket club. That was literally a horny moment for me. I enjoyed it very much and made sure to show him my every sexy panty each day.
This went on for 3 days regularly, each time with different panty and different horny experiences.
One day, I decided to wear just a bra and panties, no skirt or t-shirt. It was a red sharp V-shaped panty and a red matching bra. I was sleeping in a normal position that day with my face up. But my right leg was straight and my left leg was bent on one side getting him a full view of my panty.
He followed his same routine and as usual, came and sat on the bed near my knees and started staring at me. This time, my body was fully visible to him. My stomach, my bra with a big clear cleavage, and my left leg fell apart to get a clear view.
My son started touching my stomach first. He moved his finger through my cleavage, moving it down to my panty and finally over my pussy. He was moving his finger up and down over my pussy and also over my pussy hairs. I was getting horny second by second!
My pussy was getting wet and after a minute, the wet spot was clearly visible on my panty. He was shocked to see that spot there. I forgot about the fact that I would end up making a wet spot on my panty. It was my biggest mistake that I slept straight that day.
Now, my son knew that I was awake and I was gonna get mad at him and beat him like a hell. I thought he would get scared and stop doing this from that day.
Ricky stood from the bed and came near me. He sat near my shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek as usual. He kissed on other cheek and slowly moved his lips toward mine and placed a kiss on my lips. Then he took his lips on my ears and said, “Thank you, Mumma!”
I was shocked to hear that. I quickly took a chance, opened my eyes, wrapped my both arms around his neck, pulled him closer and hug him tightly. Ricky too wrapped his arms around me, pulled me a bit high from the bed and hugged me tight as hell.
We hugged each other like passionate lovers for 3 to 4 minutes. We then pulled ourselves apart and gave each other a huge smile. He then climbed the bed and slept on my other side. He turned his face toward me and wrapped his hand around my stomach and his leg around mine.
“Love you Mumma”, he said.
“Love you too my son”, I replied.
We just lay on the bed in the same way for around 10 minutes and then started talking.
“Mumma, did you like it?”, he asked.
“It’s shameful to say yes, but honestly, I loved it. I loved the way you explored me”, I replied.
“Me too Mumma. Your body is lovely and the sexiest one I had ever seen. I never seen or touched a woman like this and I am happy that the first woman I touched was my mom”, he said.
I was getting horny again just by listening to his compliments. And I just loved it.
“Thank you, beta. I loved your touch so much”, I replied.
I was literally happy to hear all these things from Ricky. When a mother gives birth to her child, that is the happiest moment of her life. The way a mother holds her child near her chest and feeds him milk with her breast are the proudest moments for her. The feeling when her child sucks her nipples and drinks all the milk dripping from her breast is the best feeling for her. A mother loves the feeling when her child licks her nipples with his wet mouth and sucks all the love from her.
But that feeling get fades away with time as her child keeps getting older. The best feel of her life gets lost forever and it never comes again. A mother dies for that feeling and I was dying for it too.
It was 19 years since he sucked my breasts and loved me like that. I was losing control of it and I finally pulled my bra down letting my boobs come out and turning my face toward him. Then I grabbed his head from behind and pulled him toward me.
I put my left nipple in his mouth and begged him, “Suck it all, my son. Suck it all, drink all the milk in it. Love me like you used to do when you were a newborn.”
I knew that there was no milk in it, but I wanted him to suck it like hell. I wanted to feel that same feeling that I used to feel while breast feeding him.
My son was sucking it like a hell. He was pulling and biting my nipples with his teeth and was trying to push my boob harder inside his mouth. Then he pulled his hand out and grabbed my other boob with that and started pressing and pinching my nipples.
Ricky was biting my nipples and I was moaning and begging him to bite them harder and harder. He was then biting it as hard as possible. I was in love with my son and totally lost in him and he was totally lost in me. We were enjoying each other like nothing was left in this world.
My adult son sucked my boobs for 30 minutes and then he pulled his face apart and said: “I love you mom and I love your boobs. They are awesome and loving at the same time”.
Me: Love you, my son, I was starving for you to suck it. And now I am well satisfied, It’s feeling like you are born right today and sucking me like a hungry newborn baby.
Then I kissed him on his lips and then hugged him again. I was in no mood to break that hug, but he needed to go to his cricket club now and I forgot about it. I pushed him back and asked him to go to his club. He gave me a final kiss, told me that he loved me, and ran out for his cricket club.
I was happy that day and was madly in love with my son. But somewhere I knew that he was just 19 and not so mature yet. But I thought that sucking boobs would not be a problem, it was ok for me to do this. It was just a way a mother gives her love to her child and I think it was totally fine. I decided not to go further, but breastfeeding him was ok.
The next day when he got back from his college, I was wearing just a pink panty and no bra that day because it was no more needed. And I was not acting like I was asleep. It was all open now. He came back, changed clothes, got fresh, and with all excitement jumped onto the bed and started kissing me on the cheeks and lips some time.
I held his head and started breastfeeding him. He was sucking like a pro today and we both were in heaven. It went on for 30 minutes and then I asked him to go to his cricket club.
“Mom, can I request you something?”, he asked.
I said, “Why not, I can give you anything you want!”.
I didn’t expect what came from him, it was horrible and shocking. He asked, “Can I see your sweet pussy, MOM?”
The story will continue..
Author’s note:
Hey guys, hope you liked Samiksha’s story. If you want to stay updated about the next part, please send feedback to and if you want me to write your story too, mail me in the same email with the subject “write my story”.
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