I Married my Mother

It was six in the morning. Anand awoke and saw that he had a partial hard on. It was much firmer than normal, and the young man attributed this immediately to the incest stories he read last night. Automatically, his hand reached down under the sheets to grip his lengthening cock. In his mind’s eye, Anand replayed every last lurid detail of the incest stories over and over, squeezing and rubbing his hard, young cock until it was in a state of full, throbbing erection.

He had married last year and his wife Mala had become pregnant and had gone to her mother’s house for delivery. He had not had sex for almost 2 months now. Anand began to jerk himself off with deliberate strokes, trying to get excited thinking about his wife. But he did not get much excitement thinking about her.

But then it struck him… why can’t he try some of the things he had read in the incest story magazine last night which excited him! There was a most desirable women close by – his 45 year-old mother! Anand’s cock jerked at the thought, and he jumped quickly out of bed, hurrying down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping that his sexy mother was still in bed. He went back down the hall until he stood before his parent’s bedroom door.

His father was on his tour duty. He quietly opened the bedroom door and looked in. His mother lay sprawled in the centre of the big double bed. She was still fast asleep, with the checkered bed sheet fully covering her lovely curvaceous body. Anand thanked his father for being away as he moved slowly towards the foot of the bed. His cock stirred again as he looked down at his sleeping mother. She was so beautiful… so sexy.

Carefully Anand reached down and grabbed the sheet, pulling it away. He stood staring at his mother’s shapely breasts tight against her blouse. Her mangal-sutra was draped over her left breast caught on the nipple. His mother’s breasts were larger and shapelier than his wife’s. He wanted to fondle the beautiful bulges and suck the nipples. But he first wanted to see his mother’s cunt, nestled between her shapely white thighs. So he started to pull his mother’s sari slowly, higher and higher over her hot, sleek, naked thighs.

To her son’s delight, Rani stretched in her sleep, opening her thighs wide apart as the sari moved, ever so gradually, up over her lower body. Anand’s young heart began to beat like mad as his mother’s fur-covered cunt came into view. The moist, swollen lips were wide open, giving Anand a clear view of her juicy, inviting pussy. Unconsciously, Rani was giving her son exactly the kind of show he craved. In his sexual fantasies, young Anand had frequently visualized his beautiful, sexy mother, lying before him, just like she was at this very moment, spread-eagle and naked.

As the sari finally reached his mother’s hips, Anand stared hungrily at his mother’s exposed pussy, licking his lips as his eyes devoured her nakedness. He stood transfixed for several seconds before leaning over her. Rani had the body of a woman half her age, even more beautiful than the nude young models who posed in the porno magazines that Anand used as he jacked off in the privacy of his bedroom. With a lustful smile on his handsome features, the young man climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother’s carelessly spread thighs, careful not to wake her. At least not yet anyway!

The heady, aromatic fragrance of his mother’s moist cunt filled Anand’s young nostrils as he bent his head towards her open crotch. The pleasant aroma pleased Anand, unlike his wife’s pungent aroma. Ever so carefully, the boy eased her smooth, creamy thighs wider apart and lay down on the bed, positioning his mouth directly above Rani’s long, glistening slit. The lips of his sleeping mother’s cunt gaped beautifully open, revealing the juicy, pink wetness within. It was a delicious sight which the excited young man found impossible to resist.

With eager hands, Anand began to stroke his mother’s naked belly and smooth inner thighs, occasionally letting his fingertips brush tantalizingly against her wet, hot pussy.

Anand could feel the heat emanating from his mother’s cunt and it spurred him on. Leaning on his elbows, the boy reached out and smoothed the soft hair away from her pink slit and slowly pushed his finger into her. Rani moaned softly, instinctively lifting her hips up against the invading digit. Although her cunt muscles quivered and clasped at his finger, Rani still remained fast asleep. Anand inserted a second finger and began to fuck them slowly in and out of his mother’s tight, slippery twat, watching her face intently for any signs of awakening. Rani’s juices began to ooze out around her son’s fucking fingers and dribble down into the crack of her ass.

On impulse, he leaned forward and licked up the clear, fragrant droplets before they could fall onto the bed sheets.