This is a story about a character named Khanna, a 19-year old college student. It contains themes of incest. Hope you enjoy it!
A college student, I love to go to the gym because it helps me maintain a healthy body and boosts my energy levels. I also like to explore different workout routines and try new fitness challenges to keep myself motivated and engaged in my fitness journey.
My family is a well-off one; my parents have summed up enough to live comfortably. My dad owns two software companies, while my mom, Padmaja, is a beautician and fashion designer.
I am an only child and because of my parents' work schedule, I spend most of the time at my grandma's house, which is a couple of miles away from ours.
Dad travels often around Australia, America, and India for work My mother is a very alluring woman. When I was young, she adored me a little too much and pampered me so much that I missed her very much while she was at work. Because of her time-intensive job, she rarely stayed home, and my desire to be with her increased.
One time, I accidentally saw her naked when she had come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body, dripping with water. Her wet hair, which glistened like silk, stunned me. Man! She was a goddess; even though she was 41 and chubby, I could see how her daily yoga exercises kept her in shape and formed her body. I couldn't help but admire her beauty and grace in that moment. It was a fleeting glimpse, but it left a lasting impression on me.
And as time passed, my love for her turned to much stronger emotions--lust and longing. I yearned for her touch, her presence, and the intimacy we could share. Every interaction with her fueled my desire, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore. The thought of being with her consumed my thoughts day and night, driving me to take risks and make bold moves.
The day I was anticipating had finally come, while I was home for the holidays.
I was standing in front of the main door and I rang the bell. After a couple of seconds, I heard the lock clicking sound, and the door opened, revealing my mother, my goddess.
She was wearing a lacy robe, tightened at the waist. I could see the outlines of her bra and panties. Seeing her in that transparent robe, I could feel my pants tighten, and there was a tingling sensation inside me. I'm sure my mother noticed me looking at her with lust in my eyes.
"Arey, Khanna, you didn't tell me you were coming home."
She hugged me, throwing her arms around my neck, her bosom pressed against my chest. I wanted to melt into her arms right in that moment. They were so soft and inviting.
I quickly pulled away, trying to hide my growing desire, and stammered, "I...I wanted to surprise you, Mom."
She smiled warmly, oblivious to the internal struggle I was facing. "Okay, let's get inside."
"Where's dad?" I asked. "It's been a while since I last saw him."
"Oh, he's upstairs. He's going to Australia in the evening."
"Okay, I'll go and say 'hi' to him," I responded
I went upstairs to meet him, and he was on the phone when he saw me. He just waved his hand. I smiled, not bothered by his usual self. I know he's busy, so busy that he doesn't have time for his son. It is what it is. He gestured for me to sit, as he finished his call. While I was waiting, Mom joined us.
After she came and saw us, she sighed and called my dad's name in a stern voice. Then he cut off his call and joined us.
While we were talking, my mother said, "Khanna, why don't you go freshen up? We will go and drop your father off at the airport together."
Nodding my head, I got up, then she stopped me. She said, "Your room has been under maintenance; we didn't know you were coming, so it's still a mess there. Why don't you go to the master bedroom and freshen up there?"
"Okay," I said.
I walked towards their bedroom. The room was a blend of elegance and comfort, with soft lighting and a cosy atmosphere. As I entered, I noticed the neatly made bed and the soothing scent of lavender.
The bathroom was opulent with marble counter tops, a large bathtub, and a spacious shower, luxurious amenities and plush towels.
Looking at the spacious tub, I was reminded of my mother and her naked body lying in there. What a sight it would be! My eyes were then drawn to the wooden bucket with clothes in it. Instantly, my mind thought of only one thing: her panties. I found her panties,. I brought the used panties to my nose, sniffing them. My hand moved downwards, unzipped my pants, took my half-hard penis into my hand, stroking it.
Then I put the panties on my hard cock, feeling the fabric on my shaft, and moved it up and down, thinking of my mother. The images of the robe-adorned figure and those soft breasts came to me. Within no time, I ejaculated my load on the floor. I was careful enough not to spray her in her panties.
The desire to get in between her thighs had increased even more, and now that my father was leaving, I can try as much as I want.
After finishing my shower, I came out of the bathroom to see that neither of them were in the living room or upstairs. As I was looking, I heard noises from my dad's office.
The door to the room was slightly ajar, and what I saw made me both angry and jealous.
My father was having sex with her. They had their clothes on, my mother, her robe rolled up, and my father was behind her, moving slowly and pushing in and out, and he groaned loudly.
"Arrgg! You finished again, and that was inside. Seriously, can't you last a little longer? I am getting so tired of this. You come as you please, finish your business, and leave me feeling unsatisfied. It's not fair that you prioritise your own pleasure over my needs. I deserve better than this."
"Woman, your son can hear you." He said.
My mother glared at him and said, "Didn't you think of him when you brought me here?" My mother's words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment and frustration. She had reached her breaking point, tired of being treated as an afterthought in their encounters.
"We will take care of it after we come back. Our son is in the house," he said, trying to use me as an excuse.
"Even if he wasn't present, you would be the same."
Dad let out a sigh and said, "Let's go out now. I have to leave. and Can we talk later?"
Seeing as they were coming out, I quickly ran towards the living room as nimble as possible.
A couple of minutes later, they both came down, and my eyes were drawn to my mother. She was absolutely stunning in her dress. She wore a green saree with a low-cut blouse. Her cleavage was covered with the saree fabric, leaving just a hint of her delicate collar bone visible. The vibrant colour of the saree complemented her olive skintone perfectly, making her look even more radiant.
As I was watching her, there was a tinge of sensation down my crotch that I couldn't ignore. It was a mix of excitement and embarrassment, as I realized I was growing aroused by my own mother's beauty.
We stepped out of the house and settled into the car. My mom broke the silence, a wistful smile on her face. "While you're off to Australia, you'll have a nice time there." She exchanged a knowing glance with my dad. "And here we are, stuck in this summer heat."
My dad chuckled in response. "Well, at least I won't have to deal with the scorching heat here."
"Dad!" I interjected.
"What?" he innocently replied. Sensing an opportunity, I turned to him with a hopeful expression and asked, "Can we go on a holiday or something? Both Mom and I. Somewhere cooler."
I shot a pleading look at my mother, silently praying that she'd be on board with the idea.
