Chapter 1: I'm Coming Home
Note: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age. It is a tale of consensual incest between a grandmother, son and mother. Happy reading.
The new job in Mumbai nearly cost me my sanity and all of my life savings. It was the wrong time to move to a new city. But I didn't know that when I made the move. The first nationwide lockdown was imposed within a week of me shifting to the strange city - which came as a massive blow to my plans.
Another crisis fell upon me in the form of a 30% salary deduction for an indefinite time. I had to tighten my already tight budget. The company was slyly palming off it's losses to us lowly employees. Two months later I was let go.
Living frugally and stretching my limited savings for as long as I could had a serious impact on my financial and mental health. I was lonely, depressed and had become extremely irritable. With virtually no human contact for nearly half a year, it felt like I was losing touch with reality and the drive to find a new job was waning ever so slowly.
It took me another three months to find a new job. Owing to my insecurities and deteriorating mental health, I was unable to concentrate. My manager was kind enough to give me a week's leave while I moved back to my home -- a small town some 400 kms away and settled down. Little did I know that this week would change my life forever.
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"Arrey! What are you doing here?!" My mother Radhika squealed in delight, when she saw me standing at the door. I had come home without intimating her. I wanted to surprise her.
"Oh my baby." She hugged me, and I could hear her voice crack with emotions. I held her buxom body tightly, pressing her soft, spongy tits into my chest.
"Come on mom, don't cry now." I consoled her. I could feel the impression of her bra straps as I stroked her back and it stirred my loins. I held her tighter and closer to me, enjoying the warmth of her body.
Mom and I were really close. Since dad's passing three years ago, we'd grown even closer. She would hug me and kiss me more than usual. At first, it felt a little awkward. At an age when hormones dictate my mood and my dick, the only close female interaction I got was from my own mother. It didn't take long for me to accept the lust I had for my mother. But in three years, I had never acted upon it.
But I'd never missed a chance to enjoy her beautiful, plumpy body either. I'd loiter around her when she was hard at work, sweeping, mopping or washing clothes, to get a glimpse of the deep valley between her beautiful breasts, or her smooth thighs. More than once, she had caught me ogling at her swinging boobs, which sagged like ripe grape fruits contained within her blouse. And every time, she would adjust her saree and continue working while I looked away - only to peek at her treasures from the corner of my eye. I suspected she knew about this too, but never said anything.
"Am I dreaming, or is that really you?!" my grandma Ambika chirped excitedly, coming out of the single bedroom in the house, with just a towel wrapped around her wet body. Clearly, my arrival had interrupted her bath.
I let go of mom and wrapped my arms around my grandma. I could smell the intoxicating floral scent of soap off her supple 60 year old body. I gripped her slippery wet body tightly - as tightly as she was holding me in her arms.
I pushed my crotch against grandma's. I could hear her giggle and press her body firmly against mine. This wasn't the first time I'd made her aware of my obscenity. Every year, on my birthday, she would insist on giving me an oil bath. She'd massage my entire body with oil, and bathe me with hot water, ignoring my complaints of how hot the water is...
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"But Grandma, It's my 18th birthday!" I protested, reluctantly stripping my t-shirt and lounge pants. "I'm too old for this."
"You're still my little baby." she pinched my cheeks, taking a good look at me from top to bottom. The large package in my underwear made an obvious bulge, and I could sense her eyeing it thievingly.
I sat on the little plastic stool wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, while she attempted to scrub off the fine film of oil on my body with soap and hot water. She must have been rambling about the rising prices, or the degraded quality of oil like she always does. But I was too busy ogling at her deep cleavage to care about her rants. I had playfully thrown water at her while she bathed me, and the wet patches on her blouse had turned translucent. Grandma generally didn't wear a bra, and I was treated to a clear glimpse of her dark areolas.
"Stop it, you naughty boy!" she said, pushing away the strands of stray greying hair that had fallen on her forehead. "Okay, stand up now."
I looked at her, flustered.
"Come on, get up!" she said again.
I had no intention of doing what she just said on account of the rock hard cock I was harbouring between my legs. Standing up would have meant revealing my extremely excited manhood.
"I... I"ll wash my legs." I stuttered, grabbing the mug of water she was holding.
"Arrey, just get up. Let me finish what I started." She said, pulling back the mug.
"No grandma, it's okay."
"What, are you shy of your old granny all of a sudden? Come on get up!"
"Grandma, let me just..."
In the commotion, I pulled on the mug a little too hard and my grandma lost her footing and fell on me. The little plastic stool slid off from underneath me, unable to bear the weight of the both of us and my bum landed on the cold hard bathroom floor. Grandma landed right on top of me.
I instinctively grabbed on to grandma for support and she held on to me. The mug fell and the water splashed on us. Grandma just laughed.
"If only you'd gotten up, we could have avoided this." She said, looking into my eyes, ruffling my wet hair.
Her lips were just millimeters away from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my lips when she spoke. My focus shifted to my chest, where her breasts pressed flat against me. My dick began to grow in size, pushing against my wet underwear and against her thin saree.
My hands seemed to take on a life of their own when they gripped her bare waist. I jerked my hips, making my hardness very obvious to her.
Grandma's face took on a new expression almost instantly. She faked a smile and tried to wriggle free from my hold. "What are you looking at? Let me go now." she said politely.
We were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. "What happened?" my mother asked from the other side of the door.
"Nothing, the mug slipped from my hand." Grandma assured her. "I'm almost done with him. You start preparing for the kheer (a milk based Indian sweet dish), I'll be out in a while." she said.
Grandma made no attempts to get off me. In fact, she seemed extremely comfortable pressing down her crotch against my erection.
As mom's footsteps receded, Grandma looked into my eyes and smiled.
"Is this why you didn't want to get up?" She asked me, almost whispering.
I simply nodded in response.
She looked away, trying to hide her smile.
She gently put her hand on mine and I released my grip on her in abandon. As she got her curvaceous body off me, her saree pallu came undone, giving me a clear view of her deep cleavage and boobs, which were barely hidden underneath her wet blouse. My dick stirred at the sight, which didn't go unnoticed by her.
Grandma bit her lower lip and beamed a small smile. She fixed her saree across her chest and held out her hand. "Get up." she said.
I did as I was commanded. My dick was poking at my wet underwear, making a large tent at my crotch. Grandma was clearly impressed.
"Sorry grandma." I said, trying to hide it with my hands.
"I'm your granny. You don't have to feel ashamed about anything with me." She pushed my hands away, "This is normal at your age," and looked at my erection hungrily.
"But is it normal for my own grandma to make this happen?" I asked, winking at her.
Grandma looked away to hide her cheeky smile. I pulled down my underwear to reveal my thick veiny cock, which was pointing at the low ceiling of the bathroom.
Grandma let out an audible gasp. I pulled down the foreskin, revealing the bulbous, pink head. "Will you wash this too grandma?" I asked.
She stretched out her hand towards my crotch, and gently ran her fingers across the throbbing veins. She licked her lips hungrily and came closer. She cupped my balls with one hand and gently pressed the soft skin behind the scrotum with one finger. It was my turn to moan.
"Of course I'll wash it." she said in a husky tone, letting her hands drop from my balls.
She pulled up her saree, exposing her thick, milky thighs. She sat on her toes with her legs flayed open, which gave me glimpses of her inner thighs. Grandma poured the warm water over my hard cock and legs. She soaped her palms and began scrubbing me from my toes. Her tits began to sway in a rhythm. She made her way up my legs in haste, but slowed down as she closed in on my dick.
She took her own time washing my balls and then moved on to my dick. I moaned a bit when she held the base of my cock with both her hands and gave it a firm, but gentle squeeze.
"I guess you haven't been with a woman yet?" She asked.
"No grandma." I answered. "You're the first." I winked at her.
"I'm only doing this because it's your birthday." she said, suppressing a wide grin. The lust in her eyes betrayed her true intent. At full erection, my cock was a good 7 inches and proportionally thick.
With soap as the lube, and her wet cleavage as the visual aid, grandma began jerking me off. Not a word was exchanged as she clasped my thick dick with both her hands and gave me heavenly pleasure. Soon I was ready to blow. Grandma seemed to sense that I was the peak of my sexual ecstasy. She quickly stood up, but continued to jerk me. She pressed her chest against mine. I grabbed her buxom ass for support as I spurted thick ropes of my cum onto the tiled bathroom wall.
Grandma squeezed out every single drop of cum from my cock as I fondled her ass. My breathing was laboured and I felt light headed. I leaned on her shoulder for support, as she washed her hand and my dick with clean water.
