Hello My Dear Readers...
The following is a story happening in a modern Christian family, and is set in India.
It is narrated by 20 year old Mathew.
Happy Reading!!
My 43 year old mom, Sarah, stood before me wearing only a peach colored bra & matching panties. Her busty boobs popped out of her bra, and her trimmed muff could be seen through her thin panties.
I was back from the gym only a few minutes ago, and had just dumped my drenched t-shirt in the washing machine. And, I only had my sports shorts on me.
With her very beautiful smile, she very calmly came close to me, looked at my sweaty chest, and before I could say a word, grabbed my already erect cock.
I still cannot recollect what exactly happened over the next few seconds, but what I do remember is ramming my mom's wet pussy, from the back, as she bent over the washing machine.
"Ohhh... Yesss... Yesss babbyyy... Just like that... This is just like I always imagined how it would be... MMMMM" my mom had moaned.
It was one among the many times my dad was away, and only my mother and I were at home. But, this was the first time our bodies expressed their love for each-other.
Sleeping in separate rooms seemed totally unnecessary, and I shared the bed with my mom that night. And every other nights, dad was not home.
Though she looked like a very strong & independent woman, I always, in my dirty vigorous fantasies, imagined her as a submissive woman, who wanted to be dominated. And, I did not forget to be extra rough with her.
I fucked her the whole night, the first time we slept together, filling each of her holes, with my thick long meat, and it's juices.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw my mom sitting on the edge of her bed. I had slept in my parent's room, and penetrated my mom in the same bed my dad took her.
She was waiting for me, and in a very serious, yet very pleading tone, asked me if we could continue this forever.
I had no reasons to say no. I wanted this, too. And my mom knew it as well. We both had been lusting for each other, over the last one year, and it was only a matter of time before she asked me to own her.
I knew we had crossed the point of going back, and by banging her, even harder, right then, I also made sure neither of us would ever think about going back. Now that I had claimed my mother, there was no way I could let go off her.
I knew it was the the greatest misdeed I was ever going to do. I knew what I was doing to my dad was unforgivable. But the fact that my mom craved more for it, justified everything.
My dad was back home, a week later, and we tried our best to act normal. There was no way mom could serve herself to me when dad was around. And, we did nothing to raise suspicion.
Dad worked from home, when he did not travel around the world, for marketing. And he always had his hands all over mom.
I wished I could make him stop. But that was not going to happen. After all, she was his wife.
And more importantly, my mom was hot. Anybody who saw her, would want to have a feel of her hot body, more than just once.
Even though my dad very well knew that he was never helping mom stay fully content, there still was no way he was going to ever restrict himself from unleashing his sexual yearnings on her. And worse, he did not bother to even wait until they were inside their room, on most occasions.
I wanted my mom more than ever, now, and it hurt me that dad was humping her, at his will. I wished it was I who was inside my mother. And, the fact that I could only wait, until my dad was gone, hurt me even more.
But, on a day I expected nothing, my mom walked into my room, with only a towel wrapped around her wet body. She was just out of the shower, and seeing dad asleep, she sneaked into my room.
She quickly dropped the towel, and sat on my face, making me eat her horny love-hole. Her yummy juices were all over my face, and I just knew how hungry she was for me. I was sure she would find a way to have me inside her, again.
Living with dad all these years, mom knew everything he did, he liked & disliked. Using this to our advantage, we slowly started to become more daring, rewarding each-other even when dad was home.
My dad hated the kitchen, so much, he never stepped foot in there. And, mom sucked my cock for hours, at a stretch, inside the kitchen, to begin with.
Soon, she was on all fours, all day long, getting banged by her own son, and sometimes would end up having cooked nothing for dad, despite all the hours she spent there.
Everything was perfect, until my dad started to wonder why my mom's butt-hole gaped so much. He did fuck her ass years ago, but now, he hardly occupied her mature pussy.
He could easily confirm it was not a work of his old & tired member. He was convinced that his wife was cheating, and she had found herself somebody a lot bigger than him.
He tried getting laid with mom, the next day as well. The only aim here was to check if her ass gaped the same, or more. And, just like he had anticipated, it was stretched even more wide open.
Dad was sure mom did not leave the house, and nobody had come over either. It had to be someone at home, and with a heavy heart, my dad confirmed his wife's lover was his very own son.
I was fucking my mom, in her ass, for the third time that day, when we saw the familiar figure of my dad, right in front of us. I was shocked & stunned, and my mother was out of breath, as dad looked at us furiously.
It was a lazy Sunday, and the day we least expected dad to catch us. He always spent his day off in front of the TV, watching the special sports show.
It had been more than 4 hours since we had begun our sinful, yet very pleasing, act, and we were naked all that while.
