Hey, Sahil is back with yet another of his incestuous sexcapades.
All my old readers would be aware by now that I have been in a sexual relationship with my mother since my 18th birthday. And if you have read some of my older stories, you would be aware that I have been having a lot of fun.
And why wouldn't I be having tons of fun having the most tabooed relationship in the world! I know all my readers would probably give an arm and a leg to be in my position (pun intended). A man's mother is probably his first ever crush, curiosity and darkest fantasy. It does not matter how big a facade of being civilized we put around our faces, manicure our mannerism or sophisticate our speech. The wanton lust and desire that a man holds for the woman who gave him birth lurks beneath all the thickest layers of our sub conscious in the darkest corners of our soul. Many find this darkest corner by the time they reach puberty, most try to suppress it (albeit unsuccessfully!), fewer try to understand, still fewer come to terms with it and the fewest get to live their fantasy. Now if that's not feeling like heaven, I don't know what is. Pot and cocaine definitely take a backseat to mother son incest in my humble opinion.
This is how I was feeling for the last few years since I began my relationship with my mother. It was wonderful to be in the loving arms of one's mother, especially when she showed "un-motherly" love to me. I also had a great time knowing my mother, her real desires, her real aspirations and her "real self". It was truly a great time learning to be man and learning to know what a woman really was. Of course, the sex was beyond awesome. My teenage hormones, my mom's peak sexual cycle and the sheer taboo of it all made it all the perfect melting pot of happiness.
But then, I turned 22. I just turned 22 a couple of weeks ago. As usual, I was expecting my mom to outdo herself in the sex department which she claimed to do every year. I concurred in her assessment. She really did find some tremendously new filthy things to do to me every birthday since we started having sex on my 18th birthday. My birthday was doubly special as both of us considered my birthday to be our "anniversary of perversion". It was fun to call it that because we didn't really think of our relationship as perverted but as the highest form of expression that could ever exist between a mother and son. But my 22nd birthday was somewhat different.
Since the last few months, mom and I were getting into more and more fights with each other. There were multiple reasons for this. Firstly, my dad Arun had been on touring a lot on business to Europe and the Middle East leaving us mother and son alone. This presented us to be like a "real" couple for a lengthy period of time which was not the case earlier as dad was present most of the time in the house. Living side by side with each other made us realize the inherent flaws in each other in the same way that any other couple would find once they started living a routine life post cohabitation. Second, I had been thinking a lot about our present "arrangement". I was no longer the sex crazy naive teenager who didn't think about the future. I had started thinking on the lines of whether the steps we had taken four years earlier boded well for both our futures. After all, mom would get older and I would start having problems of her own. I on the other hand would eventually find a "normal" girl friend and settle down somewhere down the future. That left the question hanging about "us".
Both of us knew this implicitly but never discussed it openly for the fear of jinxing the whole thing. We loved each other so much, we were petrified of what would happen if things started breaking down between us. After all, she was my first love and I, her only real one (She grew out of the relationship with my dad but stayed in only for my sake as is the case with a large number of Indian marriages where divorce is still considered taboo). It wasn't as if we could break up and go our own separate ways. We were mother and son and would still have responsibilities towards each other.
But as time passed I was having double thoughts about our relationship. I just didn't know what to do. This indecision on my part was taking a toll on our relationship even though mom was quite adamant in her stance of continuing this relationship just the way it was.
Slowly, the sex started to lose passion, the number of sessions reduced and it nearly became a routine chore between us. We were starting to fall apart at the seams.
Mom was visibly disturbed by all of this. I could always see the tension on her face when I was around. It was like a weird kind of sexual tension was engulfing the both of us.
Coming back, my 22nd birthday was assumed by both of us to be sort of a ceasefire day. We had decided to let off all the steam on this day by going out for dinner once I came back from college (I am in my last year now) at one of my favourite eateries in the elite Prahladnagar area of Ahmedabad. And then, we had decided to turn off the lights and turn our sex engines on until kingdom cum!
My birthday started with mom waking me up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek and hugging me tightly even as I lay in my bed wondering what the hell was going on. I got ready, had my lunch and went to the college. Before I left for college, mom winked a wicked grin at me and told me to be ready as it was going to be the best night of my life. That comment did send a small shiver down my spine and also gave me a mini hard on. But I didn't make much of the comment in my mind. I was troubled as it is with all the thoughts I had been having. Add to that fact that I was genuinely sceptical of my mom's ability to innovate in bed after all the last four years of wild sex. I thought her proverbial sexual quiver was empty. Boy, was I wrong! My mom turned out to be a bigger sex crazed bitch than I ever could imagine possible!
CHAPTER 2
I came back home around 7 pm in the evening after a rather exhausting day at the college. My finals were coming up and I was really down. But not out. I was looking forward to the "ceasefire sex" that mom and I had planned tonight. But I was really hungry and needed to get a bite first before doing anything else.
