Hello Dear Readers...
This story is my first attempt at Erotic Story Writing, and the first story I intended to publish. I have tried my best to rework and compile it well and made the reading as enjoyable as possible. I hope you will give me the benefit of being a beginner here.
The story is set in India.
I had just returned home for summer vacation. I was 18 then. My family consists of my mom, dad, and me. My mom is a housewife and dad is a typical office guy. He rarely returns home on time or just stays over at the staff quarters in his office.
My mom is the sweetest person in the world. She is about 5' tall, sightly chubby, making her look even cuter, she usually wears a saree and exposes her hip like most women of her age.
One summer night, my father came home with his office friend, they both were drunk. So I was told to sleep with my mother as we had only 2 bedrooms. My dad and his friend slept in my room. So, I get in bed with my mom in my shorts and a T-shirt. I usually sleep naked down as it is comfortable but that night I could not. This was not the first time I slept with my mom in the same bed, but it was the first time I saw her wearing a saree while sleeping. I never had any sexual feelings towards my mom. But that night was different, the thought of sleeping beside a woman in a saree made me hard. I think my mom noticed that as she slid into the bed. I was embarrassed and I turned to the other side. Soon, I fell asleep.
I woke up to something moving inside my shorts. I lay still, acted like I was sleeping. I could feel my mother's warm breath on my neck and shoulders. She was playing with my dick. I was very hard. My breathing got heavier and my mom picked up on it.
She panicked and pulled her hand out as I turned towards her.
"What happened, mom?" I pretended as if I didn't know what happened.
"No...Nothing, ju-just go back to sleep..." mom was nervous and I could see guilt in her eyes.
"Tell me, mom??" I quizzed my mom.
"It's nothing, Prasad. Just go back to sleep... I don't really want anything." she replied after a while. My mom, Geeta, was 39 at the time, and I was sure she wanted something very special from me. I caressed her temples, "The thing you were doing in there, are you sure about that?"
There was no reply for a moment, and the silence was deafening.
"Your dad has stopped having sex with me as he is always at the office, and when he comes home he is either too tired or is drunk. So I thought..." she spoons me.
"I thought maybe you could..." she slid her hands inside my pants.
I didn't need any more hints. I grabbed her boobs and played with them.
"Yes! Play with my tits."
My mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. We looked at each other for a few seconds then she pulled herself up to me and kissed me. It wasn't a fast, mom/son kiss. It was a full-on lip connected, tongues touching, spit swapping kiss. There we were laying on the bed, hugging and kissing like two lovers. Mom was breathing heavy and moaning. I slowly removed her blouse to reveal one of the most beautiful pairs of boobs I have ever seen. I started pinching and twisting her nipples, then when our kiss broke off I moved my mouth and took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it. "Oh, yes! suck my nipple. Make my titties feel good!"
Mom was squirming around and I had both my hands on her ass holding her up while I attacked her nipples.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking me. Moving between kissing moms lips and sucking her nipples the only sounds we made were moans of pleasure.
