After Four Years [Mom-Son]

After Four Years


My name is Rohan and I am from India. I am happily married with my wife
for last ten years. We have two beautiful children. We live in a Mumbai
suburb. I work for a big engineering company. My parents live in Nasik,
a place not far away from Mumbai.



I had a great time when I used to live in Nasik as a kid and then as a
young man. Both my parents are very loving and caring also I am their
only son. My father used to work for a small company as a clerk. He is
retired now and my mom was always a housewife. She is a very good
mother and I always was very close to her. My mom was married to my
father when she was only nineteen and my father was then twenty nine. I
was born when my mom was twenty. My parents did not go for another
child due to financial constrains. But I always wished that I had a
brother or a sister.



My father was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he
used to drink on a regular basis. But my mom always avoided oily food
and the daily chores kept her fit. I was a happy go lucky guy. I was
good in studies and also on the play ground. Much of my time was
devoted towards cricket and cycling.



As I grew up I often used to fantasize about making love to my mom. She
was the only woman in my life who was present all the time around me. I
did have a huge crush on a girl who was my classmate. Her name was
Anuradha, I could never propose to her till I left the school. But she
was friendly to me and we used to talk and exchange notes sometime. I
did not see her for a long time after she left the school.



I passed my secondary school (SSC) and opted science for higher secondary school. I was determined to become an engineer.



Everything went on as normal till I was in my third year of engineering
I was 20 and my father was 50. My father suffered a stroke and was
paralysed. He was in the hospital for a week. Fortunately because of
his relatively young age he regained some control over his limbs. His
right side of the body was affected. He could no longer use his right
hand and walked with some difficulty. He would (and still) limp and
drag his right foot while walking. His speech is slurred. But otherwise
he is ok. I spent a year massaging his legs, hands and back to
stimulate the muscles and encourage the recovery. But despite of best
of my efforts and extensive physiotherapy he could not recover
completely. But anyway he doesn't have any other problems as he has
given up drinking and eating oily food. He also goes for a walk
everyday to keep fit.



This story is of those turbulent days when my father was brought home from the hospital.



Back To Home



I opened the door of the taxi to help my father move out of it. I
pulled him out and supported him while walking towards the door of our
house. Mom was walking next to him. I helped him get into his bed so
that he could rest.



"That's it dad. You rest till evening then I will give you a massage."



My father did not say anything he was too shocked because of what had happened to him.



He was about to cry.



"Don't worry dad you will be alright."



I put up a brave face but I was also worried. There was always a danger
of another stroke. I walked out of the bedroom and signalled my mom to
follow me. We went in our living room.



"Look ma this is a serious situation and we must do our best to help him come out of this."



"I know Rohan."



"Follow the strict diet which doctor has prescribed and try to keep him happy."



"Ok" She said in a low voice.



The emotional trauma had drained our energy.



A few weeks after my father started some physiotherapy and I continued
to massage him daily. There was some improvement in his leg but not in
his right hand. This continued for months. My father took a retirement
as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some
pension which was not enough for us to survive. This was because he did
not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some
savings which my father had. Now I was totally devoted to my parents. I
had to help my father do household work, go to market for grocery,
vegetables shopping etc. I also helped my mom for cooking and cleaning.



My life was totally changed. I was cut off from my friends. I mostly
stayed indoors after attending my collage. My mom knew this and she
felt very sorry for me.



One day my mom asked me



"Rohan why don't you go and play cricket with your friends?"



"I can't do that ma"



"Why not? Your father is now ok you can go out now."



"But I want to stay with you ma, who knows when I am needed here"



"That's true but the playground is not far away from our home. I can call you if we need your help Rohan."



"No ma I don't want to get into it."



"Oh Rohan you are such a good boy I wish you had some brothers and sisters. Now everything is on your shoulders."



"It's ok ma I will take care of everything."



My mom looked in my eyes proudly.



As months passed my father's bank account was almost exhausted and we
were now feeling the pinch. We had to ration everything, food, water,
electricity everything. I realized this rationing is not going to help
us for long. I decided to do some part time job. Luckily the owner of
the company where my father worked offered me a part time job as a
token of gratitude towards my father's service. I used to work five
hours everyday between 7 pm to 12 am. He gave me a job of keeping
records of the goods transported from the warehouse during that period.



It was very difficult for me. I was attending collage, doing home work,
doing a part time job and also attending my father everyday. Those were
the most painful days in my life. I often used to come home very tired
and sleep as soon as I lay in my bed. During this period I went even
closer to my mother. She was so proud of me and would often kiss my
forehead. She would often come in my bedroom in the morning and move
her fingers through my hair to wake me up. Sometimes I would even get a
kiss on my cheek in the morning.



I passed my engineering and got a job as an apprentice in a company.
This company produces spare parts for automobiles. I was appointed as a
trainee supervisor on the shop floor. The salary was not very good but
now I was much relaxed as I need not study anymore. I was more
interested in doing a job in Mumbai. But I decided to get some
experience before moving to Mumbai.



Now I had more time for myself. I again started to have fantasies of
making love to my mom. Sometimes I used to feel guilty but those
fantasies would come again and again.



My mom was really beautiful. She was strongly built with broad
shoulders. Her black eyes and dense black hair were really defying her
age. Her breasts were quite big and the roundness of her bottom made
her look more desirable.



As years went by my sexual frustration also increased. I was now twenty
four and still virgin. My parents did not talk about my marriage
because they were worried if I moved out they will be left to fend
themselves.



I am disciplined



One Saturday my father had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the
living room watching morning news. My mom came with two cups of tea and
offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt
good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were
showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons.



"This guy should be hanged" said my mother.



"That's not fair ma. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"



"I know I know but he must be the one"



"Ma but he could have also done this because of some frustration"



One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her



"Ma can I ask you one thing?"



"Anything dear, go on"



"Ma it is very personal"



"Ok no problem ask me"



"Ma how is father?"



"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"



"Not that" I said.



"Then what?" she asked



"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.



She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.



"Ma don't misunderstand me ma."



She looked at me confused what her son wants to know.



"I just want to know if dad can perform after his stroke that's all ma, and I am sorry if I have offended you."



Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.



"Its nothing beta(son)"



"Means?" I asked



"I don't know how to talk about it with you."



"Its ok ma I am sorry."



"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as my son you
have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always
wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.



"Tell me ma may be you will feel relieved." I said.



"Rohan your father can not do anything after the stroke"



"Oh no ma."



"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."



"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.



"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.



I was getting turned on by all this talk.



"It must be very hard on you ma. It has been four years now."



"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.



"Ma it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"



I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the
table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her
towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing
me away.



"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.



"I just.."



She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.



"Ma I just"



"Shut up Rohan. I always thought you are my good boy. I talked about
your father's disability and my frustration because there is nobody
with whom I can talk on this issue."



"I am sorry ma, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.



I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go out of the room
as I did not have courage to face my mom again. I did not even go out
to have lunch. My father asked me to come out for lunch but I told him
that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and left. I was praying
that mom should not tell anything to my dad.



In the evening my father went out for a walk. My mother came in my
room. I was lying head down on the bed. She came and sat on the edge of
the bed and moved her hand over my back.



"Get up Rohan. You must be hungry. I have brought some thing for you to eat"



"I am not hungry" I said keeping my head down. I had no courage to look at her.



"Don't be silly. Forget what happened and get up now," she said affectionately.



She was moving her hand over my back and that touch was very assuring.
Eventually I mustered enough courage and turned around. I was still
avoiding an eye contact with her.



"Forget everything Rohan. Have this"



She offered me a cup of tea and a piece of cake. I took the cake and finished it in a flash as I was too hungry. My mom laughed.



"See I told you. You are hungry you can't hide anything from me. Wait I
will bring some more cake for you," she said and went into the kitchen.



She came back with a few more pieces of cake. She was now smiling. This
gave me enough encouragement to finally face her. I looked in her eyes.



"Ma I.."



"Shhhhh" she kept her finger on my lips.



"Its ok Rohan. Actually I am feeling sorry that I slapped you. You are now grown up"



"I am sorry ma. You are so beautiful you always turn me on"



On hearing this she blushed.



"Rohan don't talk like that."



"Ma just as you I am also frustrated. What happened today was because
of this frustration. I will not let it happen again ma. May be it's
time to look for a bride for me. I wish I have a wife like you"



She looked at me. I saw she looked worried.



"Ok have these," she gave the cake to me.



"Rohan I am sorry dear I slapped you."



"No ma it is your right. But please don't tell dad"



"Off course I won't let him know anything." She assured me.



"Ok dear we will talk later on this."



She smiled and turned around to leave the room. I could not but watch
her beautiful bottom sway as she moved out. I was aching to make love
to her but the taboo of incest was coming in the way. I brushed off the
thoughts and moved my attention towards the cake. I was much relieved
now and after eating I moved in the living room to watch TV.



That night I had dinner with my parents and retired to my bedroom early.



And it happened



I was not able to sleep because of the events accrued during the day. I
was also thinking of ways to seduce my beloved ma. But slowly I drifted
towards sleep. I woke up when I heard the noise at my door. Somebody
was trying to open it. I got up from my bed and walked towards the door
and stood there a few feet away. Finally the door opened and my mom
walked in!



"Ugghh" she kept her palm over her mouth as she saw me standing there. She was stunned.



She then moved inside and pushed the door and without turning around
slid the latch to lock it from inside. My heart began to pound as I
could imagine what she was up to. We both were standing where we were,
confused and not sure what to do. I was confused because she slapped me
for my advances, but the same woman has now herself come to me. She was
confused because she did not know how to react.



"Ma" I whispered.



"Shhh slowly your father may wake up." And she walked towards me.



I also walked towards her. We were now very close to each other face to
face. Not knowing what to do, I tentatively put my hands around her
waist and again dropped them down. I was totally confused. She also
placed her hands over my chest and pulled them back. We were riding in
the same boat. We wanted it to happen but we were not sure how to start
it. Finally I gathered enough courage and placed my hands around her
waist and pulled her towards me. I broke the ice and the result was
very sweet because my mom also put her hands around my back and hugged
me tightly.



"Ohhh Rohan" she whispered.



"Ma I can't believe this" I whispered.



"Rohan in the evening you said I turn you on" she whispered.



"Yes ma yes"



We were both moving our hands over each others back. She was rubbing
her face against my chest planting small kisses. My breathing had
increased and my dick was rock hard. My mom was also breathing heavily.
Her breasts were pressed hard against my body. I lifted her chin. It
was dark and I was not able to see the expressions on her face. I
slowly placed my lips on her lips and kissed her. She moaned and
increased her grip around my back even further. Her soft beautiful body
was pressing hard against me. It was dark and only the moonlight coming
through the semi transparent windows provided some visibility. She
looked towards me, her beautiful big eyes were shining in the moon
light. She pulled me towards her by grabbing my hair and placed her
lips on my lips and kissed me once twice thrice and then slipped her
tongue inside my mouth. I had never been with a woman before and this
was an attack on me which I had never expected. My mom was filled with
lust and she was frantically sucking my tongue. She was moaning with
pleasure and rubbing her body against mine. Her soft body and her sweet
smell was driving me mad. My heart was pounding and my dick was aching.



"Shhhh ahhhh Rohan I want you Rohan" she whispered.



"Ma it's feeling so good"



"Shhh Rohan don't raise your voice your dad will wake up"



"Ok" I said in a low voice and we moved towards my bed.



My mom lay there on her back. I was on top of her on all my four. She was now in between my limbs.



"What if dad wakes up ma?" I asked.



"Don't worry he won't wake up so easily. I have given him an extra pill today. But keep your voice low." She whispered.



She was breathing heavily and her breasts were rising and falling with
her each breath. I moved down and kissed her. Then I placed my face in
between her breasts and started rubbing it against them. She began to
moan with pleasure. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face hard
against her breasts. I was now kissing her breasts frantically. I
slowly moved my hands behind her back to unhook her blouse. Suddenly
she pushed me away.



"Don't Rohan, don't remove it. We don't have time. It takes time to dress up again" she whispered.



She then pulled me towards her and kissed me and pulled my shorts below
my waist. I quickly got rid of those along with my underwear. I pulled
my T-shirt over my head and totally bared myself. She again pulled me
towards her and moved her palms over my shoulders my chest and my
nipples.



"Wow Rohan you are so strong" she whispered and pulled me over her. She
put her arms around my back and pressed me hard against her.



"Shhhhhh aaaaahhhh Rohaaaaannnn" she moaned in a low voice.



My dick was paining now as it had gathered blood from all parts of my
body. My mom was holding me tight against her, moaning, twisting and
turning in the bed. Suddenly she released her hands and bend her legs
in the knee. She then raised her bottom and pulled her sari and
petticoat above her waist.



My heart began to pound frantically as my mom was now asking me to
enter her. The very thought of entering her was driving me crazy. She
was filled with lust and was breathing heavily. I lowered myself over
her. She quickly put her arms around my back and pulled me tightly over
her.



"Do it Rohan" she whispered and spread her legs.



I wanted to remove her panty so I lay my hands over her waist trying to locate it. She was not wearing any panty.



"I have already removed it before coming here." She whispered in my ear.



So my mom was determined to do this. This somewhat eased my hesitation.
I placed my dick in between her legs. She quickly placed it on the
entrance of her pussy by holding it in one hand and parting her pussy
lips by the fingers of other hand.



"Come Rohan get inside your ma's body" she whispered in my ear.



I slowly pushed my dick inside her moist pussy.



"Ohh maaa" I moaned with pleasure.



"Ssssss Aaaaaahhhhhh" My mom moaned as I went in.



I began to move in and out of her pussy. She would raise her waist with
my every forward movement. She was moaning with pleasure and I was too
excited to see my mom moaning with my dick inside her. We were both
breathing heavily and our hearts were pounding as never before. Her
pussy was now wet and soapy and yet is was giving my dick a tight and
cosy embrace. Our churned love juices were flowing out of her pussy
wetting my balls.



"Rohan faster Rohan" she said in a hoarse voice.



I increased my rhythm. She seemed to enjoy that. I could see the
pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was clasping the bed
sheet in her hands.



"Aaaaahhhhhhhh Ssssssssshhhhh Aaaaaahhhhhh"she moaned.



"Ohhh maaa it feels so good Ssssshhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhhh"



I was now moving frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying
up and down trying to get out of her blouse. My bed was cracking
creating small sounds. Her glass bangles were colliding against each
other creating a sound 'cling-cling-cling' All these things were
advertising what we were doing. But fortunately the door was closed and
the noise generated was also not too loud.



"Aaaahhhhh Rohan Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh" she spread her legs wide apart while moaning.



"Ma I can't hold ma Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh."



"Rohaaaaan I am Coming Rohan Ssssssshhhh Aaaahhhhhh"



"Ohhh maaaaa ssssssssshhhh Agghhhhhhhhhhh"



I came shooting my semen inside her.



"Aaaiiiighhhhhhh Ssssssshhhhh Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed in a very low voice.



She arched her back, raised her waist forcing her pussy towards my
dick. Waves after waves of ecstasy ran through our bodies. She champed
her legs against my bottom pressing me deep inside her. Her pussy was
pulsating and so was my dick. I was still spraying inside her pussy and
her pussy was happily accepting the filling. I lay on top of her. Her
eyes were closed and face clearly showed the pleasure. We were in that
position for some time. After a while she opened her eyes and kissed me
gently.

"Wow Rohan that was mind blowing"



"For me too ma. In fact this is my first time."



"Oh dear you have to wait for this so long" she giggled.



"Ma you are fantastic"



"You are a good lover honey" she said.



"You too ma."



"Wow Rohan after four long years I finally got what I wanted" and she kissed me. She looked satisfied and relaxed.



"I never had such an orgasm before" she said



"Ma this is not the first and last time?" I asked her.



"No honey I will sneak in whenever I can." She smiled



"Wow ma that's great." I whispered and kissed her.



"Ok honey I should go now before your father wakes up and finds out"



"Ok ma." And I pulled out of her.



She immediately went out of my bedroom and rushed towards the bathroom.
I watched her beautiful bottom sway as she walked out. I was in heaven,
still lying naked on the bed. My fantasy had become a reality. Till it
happened I have never imagined it will happen.

Chatting brings mother close to son

Chatting brings mother close to son
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I used to spend a lot of time on the computer in our house because of work. But as my son Nikhil started growing up, he started getting interested in the computer too. Initially, he would wait patiently, but grudgingly for me to finish with the computer, before he could start working on it. But by the time he became 16 years old, he became more demanding. And kept saying that he needed the computer more than me, as he had to use it to discuss his school homework with his classmates over the internet. Being a father, and that too a doting father, I had to give in most of the times. And if ever Nikhil would throw a fuss, my wife used to take his side only. Slowly over days, the situation reversed, and I had to wait for my son to finish with the computer before I could start working.

One of these days, I had to urgently use the computer to send an official report to my office through email. But Nikhil was on it. And I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Beta, I need it urgently” I told my son “Just give the computer to me for 15 minutes and I will give it back to you after that”

“Dad, please I can’t give it to you now” he replied

“Nikhil, I am not joking” I said more sternly “ I always leave the computer to you, but I need it now”

“Oh Dad, you are sometimes so painful” he said, and put the screen off “ Take the computer, I am going out to meet Ajay”

“Learn to talk properly to your father” I scolded him

But my words fell on deaf years. He didn’t even bother about me.

“Ma, I am going to Ajay’s house, “ he screamed out

“Nikhil, eat something and go” My wife insisted

“No Ma, I am not hungry now” Nikhil replied and slammed the door shut, as he left

I was watching my son’s behavior and was getting irritated.

“Jyoti, he is going to go out of hand like this” I told my wife “You have to be more strict with him. He doesn’t even know how to talk to me”

“C’mon Ajit, his age is like that” said my wife with a smile “ He will be ok”

“Hopefully” I said.

Jyoti walked up to me with a cup of coffee for me “Don’t be so angry, my dear hubby.” She said with a smile “He is our son after all, where else in the world can he demand ? And you know all his friends have their own computers. Why don’t you get the office laptop and use it and let this be his completely ?”

My wife was a smart woman. She always liked to lighten things and find solutions.

“Maybe I should do that “ I replied

By then I had calmed down and gave Jyoti a kiss. She was 37, but yet llooking so pretty. She was simple yet so arousing in a way. She was educated and career driven yet so homely. She was fair and slim but had meat at the right places. I was leching at my own wife ! My body began to stir ! she noticed it in my eyes as she naughtily smiled back.. I kissed her again, but this time on her lips. She responded but began to laugh.

“what about your report” she asked me puzzled

“Oh shit” I said, as I looked at the watch. “God, I am late. I have to send it within 15 minutes”

And I started working on the report.

I did manage to send it within 15 minutes and was quite relaxed and in a better mood after that.

“Ok, lets give our son a surprise” I told Jyoti

She looked at me puzzled

“Lets move the computer to his room” I announced “Its only for him from now onwards”

“You are such a sweet father,” she told me proudly “you are infact still a baby at heart”

“Yesshhh I am a baeeby, your baby” I replied back in a babyish voice

She walked over to me and gave me a hug. I held her tight and nuzzled my head into her bosom.. We held each other like that for a while and then we went on to shift the computer to Nikhil’s room

We both were quite emotional and need for sex had reduced over the years. Infact it was she who was losing interest in sex in the last couple of years. And she was getting more and more emotional , wanting to just hug and cuddle, kiss and hold each other tight. Our embraces hardly ever translated into sex, though she still had such a wonderful figure.

By the time Nikhil came back we had finished moving the computer to his room.
And he was surprised to see the change.

“Oh thanks dad” he said gleefully “thanks mom”

“ I am sorry for how I was earlier” he added apologetically

Instantly Jyoti melted

“oh my beta, my little beta” she held his face in her hands “don’t worry , we love you a lot. We know you are a good boy”

Saying this she turned to me “ See you were getting unnecessarily worried about him. He is such a sweet boy. After all he is our son”

I just smiled and went to my room.

For the next few days, my son and me had no fights over the computer. I had brought the office laptop home. And would use it whenever I had to do a report. Its internet connection was a bit slower though, as I had to connect it through the landline telephone. The PC in our son’s room was connected through cable It was Monday , but I was relaxed as I had taken leave. Later, I was planning to go out for lunch with my wife. Nikhil was not expected back from school until 2.30 pm

Jyoti was taking her bath to get ready , when my mobile phone rang

“Hello, Ajit here” I spoke into the phone

“Ajit, Good morning Subramanium here” It was my boss on phone

“Now what” I thought silently in my head

“Ajit , I am sorry to disturb you on your holiday” He said “But we need to have the inventory documents immediately”

“Okay I will send them soon through email” I informed him as I cursed my boss under my breath. We were all ready to go out for lunch and this call had spoilt everything .

We had to return by 2.30pm otherwise Nikhil wouldn’t be able to enter the house. But if we left any later for lunch , we wouldn’t be able to come back on time. I could see our plans fizzle out.

“Jyoti, forget the plans for lunch” I said aloud to jyoti who was still in the bathroom “my goddamned boss called and gave me work”

I didn’t get any reply from her, but soon she came storming out of the bathroom. She was all dressed up to leave for lunch.

“whats wrong with your office” she said “why cant they leave you peacefully on your holiday”

“well, I have no way out” I said “ I will have to do it . I am sorry Jyoti, though its not my fault”

“ But then I will tell office that today isn’t a holiday for me as I worked” I added “I will take another compensatory holiday for this”

Jyoti went to our bedroom and started changing back to her home clothes. I could see she was very angry. Apart from not going out, now she would have to make lunch at home in a short notice.

I left her alone as when she is angry, that’s the best thing to do. I started working on the inventory report . It took me an hour to get it ready and was all prepared to send it through email. But If I thought the day was bad enough, it got even worse when I realized our landline was dead and I wont be able to connect to the net.

I was loosing my cool.

“Damn phone goes for a six when I need it most” I shouted as I slammed the phone’s receiver down after confirming it was dead.

There was no response from Jyoti, who was in the kitchen.

I thought of the PC in Nikhil’s room. I copied the report on a floppy and walked over to my son’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have set a password for logging on to the PC.
Atleast in this case things went right. His computer was already on. Nikhil hadn’t shut it down.

I started attaching the report to the mail. I suddenly heard a sound on the computer and small window opened up.

I realized it was the yahoo messenger’s window.

The message read : “Hey hotboy , you put up a great show that day. When shall we do it next ?”

At first I didn’t understand what it was . Then I realized my son had been chatting on the messenger and forgotten to close it. The message was for ‘hotboy’ from an id called ‘mjaya’. I guessed my son’s id was hotboy
( I have changed the original yahoo ids a bit in the story, to protect their identities)

I began to wonder what show ‘mjaya’ was talking about but soon I got on with sending the report.

As I pressed the ‘Send” button in my email, another message from mjaya flashed on the screen : “Why are you not replying. Are you angry with me ? I am so hot for your cock here”

I was startled. This was downright obscene language. Was my son having some online relationship with a girl ? Was her name Jaya ? What kind a girl she must be to write like this to another boy?

All kinds of thoughts were going through my head.

But my thoughts were interrupted by another message from ‘mjaya’: “lets jerk-off together again, please. My cock is hard”

I was stunned. Mjaya was a male ! Now it was beyond my tolerance. Before another message could come to the computer, I logged out of my mail and shut down the computer.

All kinds of thoughts were racing through my mind. But the most important question that kept coming to my mind was , “is my son growing upto be a gay” ?

If it were true , it was unacceptable to me. I was very disturbed and it showed on my face. Jyoti inquired several times, but I told her the same thing each time “Nothing”

I was in two minds to tell her or not, but then thought it would be best not to tell , as she would be extremely shocked. And maybe my fears were baseless, Maybe , Nikhil’s online friend was a gay and not him. Maybe none were, but just wanted to talk so for kicks. I had to confirm it. But how ?


I struck upon an idea. I will try to be his online friend and find out his actual orientation.I created a new yahoo id for myself : youngbom

I knew mostly after 9 pm Nikhil would get online. So did I from my room.

I searched for his hotboy and found him easily.

“hi” I wrote to him

“hi” came the reply

“Whats you’re a/s/l” he asked me

I was puzzled. “whats a/s/l” I asked

“Are you new to chatting” he asked “ASL is age, sex and location”

“okay I am 19 year old male from Mumbai” I wrote falsely “What about you”

“18 m mumbai” came an equally false reply from my son

I thought I should come to the point

“So who do you like to chat with , guys or girls” I asked , waiting for an answer anxiously

“Both”

That answer still didn’t help me clear my doubts about my sons orientation.

“I am sure you have a preference” I asked

“hmmm, older women” came the reply from Nikhil

Though I was relieved he didn’t say “boys”, but I was stunned to hear his preference.

“Why older women ?” I asked inquisitively “and how old”

“Man, they are groovy and juicy, much better than young girls. I like women between 30 and 40” he replied

I know I shouldn’t have delved into my son’s mind any further. It was invading his privacy and also in a way I was cheating him, pretending to be someone else. But I was too curious to know about my own son’s thoughts. I never had even imagined this side of his.

“30-40 is much older to you” I said “You can never find any woman of that age who will be interested in you”

“ha ha , I live with one” he announced in the chat window

I was puzzled

“I don’t understand what you mean” I asked

“my mom, yaar” he said plainly

I was now truly stunned and shocked

“what about your mom ?” I asked not knowing what else to write

“my mom is so juicy, man” he said unashamedly about his own mother.

I was livid with anger. I never expected Nikhil had all these thoughts in his mind. I felt like going to his room and giving him a tight slap. But something in me compelled me to go on with the chat.

“Whats your mom’s age” I asked trying make my queries realistic

“37”

“hmmm” I wrote speechless

“Do you like your mom too” came a question from his side

My mind was whirring. I didn’t know what to reply

“I never thought about it” I managed a reply

“Do you have a webcam” he asked me

“No”

“Oh, you should get it , it will be great fun” He said “wait let me show you something”

“ok” I replied , not knowing what to expect

Suddenly I got a message saying “accept ..decline”

“accept it” he said “ I am showing you my cam”

I clicked on ‘accept’ and promptly a new window opened up.

After a few seconds an image appeared in the new window.

I could see a pair of hands holding a piece of cloth

“Can you see me” he asked

I realized it was my son’s hands in the webcam window

“yes, I can” I said

“Can you see whats in my hand”

“Yes, a piece of cloth” I typed

“Arrey that piece of cloth is my mom’s panty” he said, as he brought it closer to the wecbcam

I could now clearly see it was a panty. I recognized it too. It was Jyoti’s

I was dumbfounded.

It was a crazy situation. I was his father and he was showing me my wife’s panty.

But I was to get more shocked soon. I saw him unzipping himself and take off his trousers, sitting in the chair only in his underwear.

“What was he upto?” I thought.

I could just see him from waist below, not his face.

But his stripping was not to end with that. The very next moment he wriggled out of his underwear too , exposing his erect penis.

I had stopped thinking. I was beyond it. My senses had been numbed - both at the behaviour of my son, and also of the present situation.

My son took Jyoti’s panty and placed it on his penis !

My eyes were wide open. I couldn’t even blink

Shouldn’t I put a stop to this chat ? I should have , but I couldn’t. I was helplessly getting dragged into it.

Nikhil was holding the panty around his penis and begin to move his hand up and down.

My son was masturbating using his own mother’s panty !

And that moment I realized that I had a hard on too. I was ashamed. I tried to justify my erection to my own self. But couldn’t. I had to admit, the situation was arousing me too.

In a few minutes, my son’s hands were a blur, as he jerked his penis with the panty.
He came shortly. And his semen sprayed all across the panty.

For a while there was a silence from both the sides. I couldn’t believe it was really happening. On one hand I was absolutely disgusted and on the other I was aroused too.

The sound of a message appearing me , brought me out of my trance. “Liked what you saw”

“huh” was all that I could type

“hey buddy, I got to go now” he said “ add me to your contacts if you want to”

Before I could reply, I saw that he had added me. And I just followed suit and added him to my contact list too. Only when I saw his name (hotboy) go offline that I woke out of my trance.

I was ashamed at having been a party to my son’s perverted thoughts. But still I was very turned on by it. I looked at my wife. She was asleep. Sex wasn’t possible. I jerked off and went to sleep.When I woke up the next morning, Jyoti was already in the kitchen, but Nikhil was still sleeping. I was trying to figure out what I saw the pervious night was a dream or it really happened, until I saw a pile of clothes kept in the corner of the room. Amid the pile I could see the same panty. It was lying atop the pile of freshly washed clothes. Ready to be worn.

I went there to have a closer look. The panty had stain marks, though noticeable only if one sees carefully.

Nikhil came on his mother’s panty and then carefully kept it back with the cloth pile, so that she would wear it . I couldn’t imagine our son’s mind could work like this.

I was oscillating between feelings of anger and arousal !!

When I saw Nikhil, though he was in his usual self, I didn’t know how to react to him. I was seeing him in a different light. I was so quiet during the day , that my wife had to ask me whether I was well or not.

I was lost in my thoughts. The images of the previous night wouldn’t leave my mind.

And the more I was thinking about it, the more aroused I was getting. I was trying hard not to, but my feelings were taking control of me. I was almost waiting for night to come and to be online again.

But before that I went to a nearby computer shop and bought a webcam. I was all set for the night.

I went to our bedroom early by 9 pm. Jyoti was keeping all the dinner utensils back to the kitchen as Nikhil was seeing a program on the TV.

I logged on but knew Nikhil wouldn’t be online as he was watching TV. I could hear Jyoti talking to Nikhil and laughing about something. It was turning me on. I was wondering what Nikhil was thinking at that moment. Was he lusting after his own mother as she spoke to him. These thoughts made my penis become absolutely hard and erect.

Finally Jyoti , came to our bedroom and started changing into her nighty and at the same time I heard the TV sound go off in the drawing room. I was waiting impatiently. In a few minutes I saw the name hotboy pop up on my screen . Nikhil was online.

“hi” I wrote to him

“hey, hi” he replied “howz life”

“fine “ I said

“want to see me today?” he asked

“yes, why not” I replied

“I think you are a girl, otherwise why would you want to see me” he asked

“no, no I am a guy, but I share your same fantasy” I said, trying to sound convincing

“oh that’s good” he said “ok wait”

And suddenly a cam window popped up on my screen. I could just see his groin area. He was wearing an underwear.

I looked behind to see whether my wife could see the screen or not. She couldn’t , and was reading a magazine as she was lying down. I was relieved.

In no time , Nikhil took off his underwear. And his hard erect penis popped out.

I saw this time he had Jyoti’s bra in his hand.

My penis was throbbing at the sight.

He started jerking off, but I could see he was typing something with his left hand

“I love my mom” came the message from him

“I lust for my mom” followed another message, as he kept jerking himself.

As I was reading this I heard Jyoti’s voice from behind. My heart skipped a beat.

“You are watching porn??” she exclaimed angrily, after seeing a glimpse of the webcam window from afar. “You have become older but still you like all this trash”

And moment she realized what was on the screen, she got even more alarmed “Ajit that’s is a naked guy you are watching. Whats wrong with you ? Are you becoming a gay”

I was very nervous.

“No baby, I am just hearing his fantasies. I am not gay at all”

But as we were talking I could see her staring at the screen. “who is that ?”

“Oh some online friend. A young chap who likes older woman” I said

“hmm, strange” she replied as she got closer to me and started watching the webcam with me too.

“whats his age, he looks very young. Hope you don’t get into trouble with the cops for indulging with a minor” she inquired

“No, he is 18” I said

Seeing her watch her own son jerk off was arousing me to no extent. I put my arms all the way around Jyoti till I could feel her breasts from the other side.
She didn’t react. I was emboldened. I started rubbing her breasts and her nipples began to get erect with each touch of mine.

She gave me a kiss on my cheek and then on my lips. First a soft one and then a more wet one. She started sucking on my lips. I caught her tongue and started sucking on them. We were kissing passionately as my hands were rubbing all over her body. I could hear slight moans from her. That was enough encouragement for me to start pulling at her nighty. It was difficult with her sitting on the bed behind me. She got up and took off her nighty herself. She was standing just in her bra and panty

I realized it was the same panty Nikhil had jerked off on. My penis jumped at the sight.
I hurriedly took off my clothes . Finally we were going to have sex after a long time.
She was going on seeing the screen all the while.

As Jyoti was taking off her bra, a message popped up.

“hey you said you have a cam now. Why don’t you put that on” asked Nikhil

“yes, I will “ I replied.

Jyoti could see the messages very clearly as she moved closer to the screen

“Ajit don’t tell me you will show us on cam . No way” She said

“Darling, just the waist down. It won’t make a difference” I pleaded

She didn’t reply and I connected the cam to the PC.

I made Jyoti sit on my lap, both of us facing the webcam. I adjusted the angle of the camera towards our groin. I re-assured her as I showed her what would be seen on the cam. And after that I sent a request to him to see our cam. I could see his name show up in the list of people watching us .

“Wow who is that woman” Nikhil asked me in awe.

“My wife “ I replied

“Then you lied to me saying you are 19”

“Sorry about that. I thought if I told you my actual age it might scare you away “ I said with a convincing reply

“No No I like people of your age” he said “and your wife is hot, man”

I sent a smiley to him

We both were talking to each other, so the action got a bit deferred. He wasn’t jerking hard now, but slowly rubbing his penis as my wife watched wide-eyed.

“He looks very young” my wife said “Are you sure he is 18”

“Yes he is” I told Jyoti “ He told me so”

Saying this, I put my hands on Jyoti’s pussy. Nikhil could see it clearly.

He was responding with “..mmmmm “ ..and “mmmm “ and “woww” etc etc.

He had no idea he was watching his own mother. And Jyoti had no idea she was watching her own son.

The whole situation was unbelievable for me. I replaced my hands on Jyoti’s pussy with her own as she kept watching Nikhil jerk off . She unknowingly started fingering herself, which brought out a reaction from Nikhil

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” he said

She started to finger herself faster, even putting her fingers inside her pussy.

“can I call you mom “ came a question from that side.

“yesss u can call me mom” my wife said loudly amid her moaning and panting. I typed it on her behalf.

“Ohhhh Mommm” came the instant reply from Nikhil

“Mommmmma I am going to cum” Nikhil announced

“yessssss, beta , cum for mommmma” told out my wife as her own orgasm started.

I typed the same for Nikhil. I guess those words made him cum in spurts.
Seeing his juices , my wife too came hard and loud. Almost screaming “Cummmm for mommmy”

I was a mute spectator, but I was loving it.

Moment Nikhil came he said bye and logged off .

Jyoti was still turned on despite having a massive orgasm just minutes before. We made passionate love for the next hour, before went to sleep absolutely tired.Next day we woke up , as if the previous night was a dream. We didn’t speak a word about it with each other, but went on with our daily routine.

We left for our offices and Nikhil went to his school. But the whole day I couldn’t stop thinking of what was happening. I was having an eternal hard-on.

By 7 pm, I returned home to find Jyoti watching TV. She usually returns an hour earlier than me. She was looking very cheerful and had done up her hair in a very fashionable way.

“You are looking marvellous” I told her as I gave her a soft kiss.

“Ajit, we should go out for an outing. We even missed out the last time because of your office”

“Sure, honey. Where do you want to go”

“Lets go for dinner out in one the nights this week” She replied

“hmm where” I was thinking aloud “ah why not for old times sake to Insomnia”

Insomnia was a night club in Bombay's Taj Hotel and we were mumber of Taj’s privelage club

“No, we are too old for that” she said with a laugh

“Baby you can still give the younger girls a run for their money. You can pass off as a 20 year old” I said

“Ohh Ajit you are always flattering me. Be practical”

“I am practical, there is no age restriction there. Infact lot of older people also go there” I said “and please we used to go there so often before. Atleast for old time’s sake”

She laughed “that was 15 –16 years ago”

But then when she looked at my pleading eyes, she smiled “ok baba , we will go there”

“Tomorrow ?” I asked excitedly

“No, No, not tomorrow. Its Christmas and it will be packed” she said

“isn’t that the best, no one will even bother about us”

“ok” she said as she smiled “you always have your way”

“but what about Nikhil ?” She added

“I don’t think he will be interested to go with us. He will prefer his own age group” I said “and moreover I don’t think they will allow anyone below 18 in insomnia”

“Anyway Ajit, you should ask him”

“Ok” I replied

Nikhil was back home by 8 pm

“Nikhil , would you like to come to Insomnia with us tomorrow night ?”

“No way” he said “I go only with my friends”

He walked into his room without further ado, not giving me a chance to ask him again. Anyway so be it. He will be embarrassed coming with us. No one wants to go to a night club with his parents. I understood him

Anyway as night approached my mind was somewhere else – the net.

That night , I saw Jyoti as enthusiastic about the net as me.

By 9 pm our entire household had retired to their rooms !

Jyoti was sitting next to me , as we connected to the net. And after that we connected to the yahoo messenger.

“Mommy are you there” came a message the moment we logged on

My wife grinned and typed “Yes beta, mommy is here for you”

I was surprised at my wife how easily she was talking all this.

“what kind of a mom are you?” He said

“why “ my wife replied

“I haven’t even seen you, mom” he wrote. Reading that my heart skipped a beat. Was Nikhil planning to show himself on cam ?

“On webcam ?” she asked

“On webcam too, but also in real” came the reply

“oh no, that’s not possible” my wife said

“Pleeeeeassse mommy” he said “I love you, I want to meet you”

These words were having an effect on my wife I could see. She was sitting in her bra and panty and the crotch area of panty was getting wet.

“Ohhh beta” was all that she could reply as she kissed me on my lips.
We kissed as I rubbed her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect.

Our kiss was broken by a message from him . Pleading her again. She looked at me for help.

“Well, why not ?” I said “just a meeting in a public place is fine”

Jyoti didn’t need anymore peruading

“ok where” She asked Nikhil

“Velocity tomorrow night ?” came a prompt reply

Jyoti looked at me “but we had planned to go to Insomnia”

Saying this she was about to type something, but I interrupted her. I had different plans and I didn’t want this to go out of hand. If Jyoti was around, she might have become suspicious at all the co-incidences. So I had to see that this part of the chat she didn’t watch.

“Jyoti , let me think it over. Meanwhile, darling please bring me a glass of orange juice from the fridge”

“huh ok.” She looked puzzled.

Moment she got up and left , I started typing fast.

“How about Insomnia ?” I wrote

“no, no not there” he said “would you believe my parents are planning to go there too, tomorrow”

“Wont you like to have both your moms in the same place then” I suggested

Either he liked the idea or saw there was no other option he agreed. I am sure he didn’t want to lose this chance of meeting my wife.

“ok, what time?” he asked

“10 pm” I said

I added another line to sound convincing

“ok, how will we recognize each other”

“hmm ..I will be holding ..a black diary in my hand” he said

“and my wife will have a red rose in her hand.. ok ?”

“ok, done” he said “I am already excited. I cant wait until tomorrow”

As I heard Jyoti coming back , I typed in a last quick sentence

“Ok, then see you tomorrow. I got to sleep now, as I have work very early tomorrow”

“sure, and please give my mommy a kiss from my side” he replied

I sent a smiley and pulled the phone cable out .

I wanted no more interaction between my wife and him that night.

My wife walked in “So, have we decided on any place ?” she asked

“yes, but I got disconnected and I am not able to reconnect”

Jyoti didn’t know too much about computers and just went by what I said

“ohhh that’s bad” she said

“But don’t worry, I have spoken the important stuff” I informed Jyoti “He agreed on Insomnia”

“That’s great “ she said

“but how will we recognize each other” she asked

“I told him you will be wearing your red see-through chiffon sari and holding a white cellphone” I said with a naughty smile

“oh no, I cant wear that” she sounded alarmed.

“But we have decided that, cant change that now. If you don’t wear that he will not be able to recognize us”

“whats wrong with you Ajit ?” she said in an irritated tone “You know I cant wear that. You know how guys will stare at me in that sari. I just wore it once long back, and I found all guys leching at me. I felt like a cheap woman”

“C’mon don’t dramatise. You look very pretty in that. And moreover lots of women wear that. After all we are going to a night club, not to some temple or church”

“ok, and how do we recognize him”

“He will be holding a packet of condoms in his hand” I said

“whaaat “ exclaimed my wife

“just joking” I laughed

“This is no joke” Jyoti said sternly “We are just meeting him and coming back. Don’t you fool around then, ok ?”

“ok, my shweetie pie” I cajoled her “don’t get worked up so easily”

“tell me seriously, how will we recognize him ?” she asked again

“ok, serious “ I said trying to be grim “ He will be wearing a yellow underwear”

Saying this I looked at her seriously, trying to control my laughter.

She stared at me and then suddenly she picked up the pillow and started hitting me playfully with it .

I couldn’t help my laughter anymore. Even she was laughing I could hear.

After we calmed down , I told her he will be holding a chocolate in his hand. I lied , but she believed me.

It was second night in a row, we made passionate love. My life had changed for the betterNext day, Jyoti was restless almost all morning. So was I in my office . We were waiting in with anticipation for the night. Office files seemed boring and mundane to me. Time was seemingly moving so slow that day. I was dying to to go back home.

The clock finally struck 6 and I rushed off home. Jyoti was already there. She seemed very nervous and couldn’t concentrate on anything.. Though she was looking towards the TV, she was hardly watching it seriously. She didn’t seem interested even in her most favourite programs.

Nikhil walked in early from playing cricket today. From 6.30 onwards itself he was at home. And perhaps had the longest bath ever I had seen anyone take, until the record was immideately broken afterwards by Jyoti. I took a quick wash. Jyoti was a bit puzzled by Nikhil’s behaviour. Why did he come back so early from play and why had a he taken such a long time to take a bath ?

Anyway by 8.30 we went inside our bedroom and locked it. She took out her red chiffon. When she wore it I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

She was standing shyly in front of me. She was wearing a plunging low-neck line bouse, exposing a large area of her back and bosom And above that she was sexily wrapped around by the almost transparent chiffon sari ! Her cleavage and full waist was clearly seen through the see-though material of the sari.

“WOW, if I could whistle I would have “ I told her “you are looking awesome”

“Worse than the sari, is the blouse" she said very unsure of the dress she was wearing “but only this blouse matches with this sari. Ajit, what have you got me into. I wouldn’t have ever even imagined wearing this outside”

“You’ll be ok” I said “ So many women wear that . Infact most wear even more exposing dresses these days, and especially in night clubs”

I guess she realized the futility of the situation. She had to wear this to meet that net guy. The only choice was not to meet him. But she was not even thinking about pulling out. I guess even she was very curious to meet the guy.

It was nine, and we were ready to go . We opened our bedroom and saw Nikhil all dressed too and waiting for us.

He was having a black diary in his hand !!

“Surprise, surprise , even I am coming along” he announced with a smile

Jyoti looked taken aback by his sudden participation in our plans . I am sure she wouldn’t like to have Nikhil around when she would meet this net guy.

But before either could say anything, Nikhil’s jaws just dropped when he saw his mother.
“Ma, wow , you are looking stunning” he eyes showed he truly meant his words.

“ Thank you beta” Jyoti, replied shyly and in an embarrassed way and stood in a manner as if she was trying to cover her exposed areas seen through the transparent sari

“You are going to kill the guys around” Nikhil added jokingly

“Now enough. You should know how to speak to me” she suddenly become stern “ I am your mother, not your classmate”

“ I am sorry mom” Nikhil said apologetically

“So what made you change your mind ?” She asked him, but this time with a smile

“Just like that” Nikhil replied “Actually on my own they wont allow me to enter these places. So I didn’t want to lose this chance”

Actually, the way Nikhil had groomed himself this evening, even wearing a coat, he could pass off for a 18 year old.

Jyoti was not too happy at Nikhil being with us, but now it was too late.

‘ok, lets go “ I said

I could see Jyoti had our white cellphone in her hand. I had my plans

We all got into the lift. Jyoti was standing in the middle. The sweet aroma of Jyoti’s perfume was pervading the lift. I could see the lift man trying to look at my wife’s cleavage from the corner of his eyes. I looked around to see Nikhil doing the same. Moment he saw my head turning towards him, he started looking straight ahead. I just smiled. All the men will ogle at her at the nightclub, I was sure. She was looking like a goddess.

We reached insomnia by 9.30 pm. Nikhil got in easily, no one even questioned him. Being a Christmas night, Insomnia was already packed. We found ourselves a quite corner and settled down.

I got myself a peg of rum and soda and a glass of sherry for Jyoti. Usually she doesn’t drink, but I guess because of her nervousness she didn’t refuse tonight.

“Dad, what about me” asked Nikhil quizzingly

“What do you want, fruit juice or soft drinks” I asked back

“Noo Dad, atleast tonight let me have one drink” he pleaded “ I am going to be 17 soon”

“No” Jyoti intervened sternly.

I had a change of heart “Its ok Jyoti. He isn’t really a kid anymore. It’s a special day. I think one drink is fine for him”

Jyoti just shrugged. She had her own preoccupation !

I gave Nikhil some money “Take this. Its for this evening. Go buy what you want”

Nikhil was thrilled . “Dad you are great” he said and left for the bar.

“You are spoiling him” Jyoti told me once Nikhil left.

“C’mon, relax, you are always so hyper about him. Let him enjoy” I said

“And moreover lets look for our internet guy” I told her with a wink

I could see she was tightly holding onto the white cellphone as she sipped sherry from the glass.

Far away I could see Nikhil clutching onto a black diary, as he scanned around for the lady with the red rose !

It was 10pm and her glass of sherry too was over. She seemed very restive and kept looking out at the hands of any youngster walking past- whether it held a chocolate or not.

I went for a refill for her and me. Nikhil was not to be seen as the music blared out loud.

The dance floor was packed with people’s head bobbing up and down in unison to the rhythm of the music.

“lets dance” I urged my wife

“No, please I am not good at it” she replied

“C’mon who bothers here how anyone else dances” I retorted

“Please no, not now” She pleaded

I could see she was nervous and anxious. It was 10 minutes past 10 .

In her mind , she must have been thinking that this guy might show up anytime.

Only I knew the truth !!


I had already finshed three pegs of rum and jyoti had downed two glasses of sherry and was on her third because of her nervousness. She was just sitting in a corner and looking on tensed.

“It was a bad idea to meet him” she complained to me “maybe he is just watching me from far and doesn’t plan to meet”

“Why should he do that.” I asked back “what will he gain out of that. It will be just a waste of time for you and him. Maybe he is also just nervous or has some other reasons”

I pulled myself closer to Jyoti and put my arms around her.
“cheer up” I told her its not a matter of life and death”

She looked at me. She was looking heavenly and I stooped my head to kiss her, but she resisted.

“Not here. Nikhil is around” she said

“C’mon it so dark and he must have gone in the crowd to find his own gal” I laughed “he is not even to be seen for the last one hour”

She didn’t seem convinced but allow me to give her a short kiss on her lips.

“Ok, lets go to the dance floor. We will be in midst of crowd there. And see how many couples are kissing there. No one will notice us” I told

I stood up, but she didnt budge from her place

“please , please. I am dying to kiss you” I pleaded

“You are too much” she laughed. It was nice to see her finally relax a bit.

I held her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor. The way she was walking I could see she was drunk. So was I !

We were surrounded by men and women, as we began to shake our hips and legs. I put my arms around her waist and gave it a squeeze. No one could see that for sure. But she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes “Naughty” she told me in a naughty way herself !

I moved my hands down to her ass. She didnt react and kept dancing. It encouraged me further as I started caressing her ass, squeezing it at times. She didn’t seem to mind. The alcohol also seemed to be taking its effect on her. Her drunk dreamy eyes looked so seductive. I couldn’t resist any longer. I put my lips on her. I could feel her body shiver for a second as she kissed me back. We were kissing each other so passionately , as if there was no one around and we were in the privacy of our bedroom. Our kiss went on and on, pressing our lips against each other, sucking each others tongue and lips. Even lots of other couples were doing the same, so we were not out of place . No one seemed to bother about us in the packed dance floor, until my eyes fell on a guy sitting on the stool of the bar and looking at us. He was Nikhil. His eyes were riveted on his mother, and didn’t realise I was seeing him. And before he did, I turned awayWith the movement of the crowd, our position on the dance floor shifted and I couldn’t see Nikhil anymore.

Jyoti was clinging onto me as she danced. Once in a while in between we would kiss.
Her pallu had fallen down revealing her fair smooth waist and jutting breasts. Even some of the other guys, dancing with their partners couldn’t help but steal a glance at my wife. My wife had her eyes semi-closed and was gyrating sensuously, oblivious to the rest of the crowd.

I set my plans into motion.. I quietly took out a red rose from my pocket and put it inside her purse. She was so drunk she didn’t even notice anything.

I looked around. My eyes suddenly refound my son. He had managed to get a partner to dance with him and was also on the dance floor close to us. Once in a while, like other guys, even he was looking at his mother. But his eyes seemed drunk too. We were one drunk family tonight.

Our eyes suddenly met. He wanted to pull his gaze away, but must have felt relaxed after seeing a smile on my face. He smiled back too, but in a drunk way. I stepped towards him and without even bothering to care about my son’s reaction, I asked his partner if she would dance with me. She was a young girl and seemed to be in a bubbly mood.

“yes why not” she said smilingly.

Nikhil was looking puzzled at my behaviour.

“C’mon what are you watching” I nudged him “she is such a pretty girl, even I would like to dance with her”

Nikhil in his drunked state managed to blurt out “wwh.. whaat about me” ?

“c’mon just let me dance with her for 10 minutes” I said “don’t be selfish”

“your mother is there” I added “you can dance with her for the time being”

Though he might have had the hots for his mother, in his mind she was always out of bounds for her. For Nikhil, his mother belonged to me, so he was not feeling too happy and comfortable, dancing with her, that too right in front of me. I could see he preferred this girl, who I was dancing with now, as she not taken, and didn’t belong to anyone.

But then instead of standing there in middle of the dance floor without a partner, he preferred to dance with his mother. As he started moving towards her, he stumbled and I caught him before he fell.

“Here is an opportunity I have got”, I though to myself and quickly put a chocolate into his coat pocket. Even Nikhil was too drunk to notice.

“Thanks dad” he said as he steadied himself

Jyoti had not yet realized I was away. When she raised her eyes, she was surprised to find her son in front of her.
She was taken aback, and tried to tidy herself by pulling up her pallu and look less drunk

I was close enough to hear her, but she couldn’t see me as I was behind her. But my son could.

“where is your dad” she enquired

Moment she asked that I raised my fingers to my lips as if telling Nikhil not to give my position away to her.

“oh he took my girl away to dance with her” he sort off complained.

“Oh that’s bad” Jyoti said half jokingly

“its okay, you can dance with his girl” she added teasingly

Nikhil smiled.

“mom, you are looking so se…” he cut himself short as he could see I was in audible distance

Jyoti, while trying to balance herself in her drunken state, was now and then clinging on to her son. But he looked stiff not offering any help. I could see he was uneasy at my presence.

I slowly moved away from them …dancing with the girl, for whom it didn’t matter who she was dancing with. She was a couple of feet away from me and dancing in her own world.

I bent forward close to her ears. “Miss it has been a pleasure dancing with you, but I think I need to rest now” I told her

“its been my pleasure too” she said

And I walked back to our seat. I could still see Nikhil and Jyoti from here. But Nikhil was also scanning around searching for me, I guess. He knew our seat, so I quickly moved away to a different seat, which was also more dark. No way he could see me here.

Satisfied that I was not close, he got back to dancing with his mother. The place I was sitting was a bit higher than the dance floor so I could see everything clearly.

Jyoti was clinging onto her son, the way she was with me before. It was more as a need to balance herself in her intoxicated state. I could see, Nikhil very shakily with hesitant hands hold his mother by the waist to steady her. His grip on Jyoti was minimal and nothing odd about it. Just enough to help her to stand steadily. I realized that he was still a kid, a nervous unsure kid !

The music changed from fast to slow and all couples came closer to each other , except Nikhil and Jyoti. The were maintaining a distance between themselves except her arms were on his shoulders. They were dancing a waltz and slowly Jyoti rested her head against her son’s shoulder. I wondered whether she was falling asleep. Nikhil must have wondered the same as he questioningly looked at his mother’s face. Her eyes were closed and he didn’t know how to react. He kept dancing.

They both were dancing in a very relaxed slow rhythm, as I saw Nikhil’s hand extend a bit more round Jyoti’s waist. It seemed harmless and natural during the movements of dancing.

I looked at my watch . It was 11.45 pm. I began to wonder whether we should all head back home. I was planless, and there was no point seeing my wife doze off in middle of the dance floor.

As I was thinking about returning home, I saw Nikhil’s hands creep further below on top of her Jyoti’s ass. It made me sit up.

Nothing more happened for another 5 minutes, and I again began to relax back onto my seat. Then I noticed Nikhil was very slowly moving his hand on her ass, barely noticeable from my distance. I looked longer and more carefully. Yes, his hands were definitely going around in very small circles. There was no reaction from Jyoti. Maybe she had fallen asleep, until I noticed her body gyrate a bit to the tune of the music. Or perhaps to the movement of her sons hands.

Whatever it was, she was definitely too drunk to notice anything or to have reacted deliberately to her son's touch, I thought.

Encouraged, I could see Nikhil’s hands were going around in bigger circles. But still it seemed harmless, as it does tend to happen like this during slow dancing.

Slowly I noticed the distance between Jyoti and Nikhil was shortening, till she was completely reclining on him. Perhaps she isn’t able to stand on her feet at all and needed her son’s complete body support. Whatever it be I could see Jyothi’s breasts pressed against Nikhil’s chest and her pallu had fallen off again.
She looked juicy from behind, the way she was reclining on Nikhil. I could see the heads of dancers turn to look at the duo. I am sure many guys must be feeling envious of Nikhil , and wondering how this young guy managed to get such a hot older woman !! I laughed at the thought.

By now Jyoti had nuzzled her face against Nikhil’s neck and they both were dancing in a steady rhythm in pace with the slow music.

Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or was I imagining things ? I saw Nikhil gyrating his hips, and trying to press his crotch against his mother. Definitely, it just must be a part of the dance. If he was trying some tricks with his mother, she would have no way tolerated it, drunk or not drunk.

I saw as Nikhil pressed his groin against her, he at the same time gently pushed her ass into him with his hands. It had the desired effect. Her waist, crotch, and legs were completely pressed against him !!!!! I was not mistaken. I was sure now that Nikhil was try hit upon his mother !! But I was more surprised by her reaction or rather the lack of it. Had she fallen asleep ?

She hadn’t, as I saw her hips move in a gyrating motion. Though it was very subtle and minimal. But it happened again ! My penis woke up with a jerk, I could feel it hardening at the sight !

They both were clasping onto each other. I was sure, they both knew what they were doing. But just doing it subtly and without facing each other. It could just end with the dance and once they were out of their drunken stupor

None of them were pulling out either the chocolate or the rose.
It looked nothing would happen of this evening. My plans had failed.. I decided it was time to go back. I dialled my wife’s mobile number to call her away from the dance floor. As her mobile rang I could see, she was searching for it. She opened her purse for taking out the mobile, which she had placed it back in her purse giving up hopes of meeting the internet guy.

“Hello, its me Ajit” I spoke as she took my call

“What , speak louder. I cant hear” she said

But I could see suddently, Nikhil’s eyes widened and jaws dropped.

“mom” he exclaimed loudly

Jyoti looked up and was puzzled at seeing his astonished looks.

“What beta ?” she asked, with drunken slur

I could hear their conversation through her connected mobile

Nikhil could just stutter “rose”, as he looked inside his mother’s purse

“Yes , what about it ?” asked Jyoti

Nikhil wasn’t sure how and what to say. Red roses can be co-incidences too. They are common among women and he didn’t want to end up saying something stupid, if his assumptions were wrong.

Best was to confirm it, and show her the diary. As he fumbled to find the dairy in his pocket a strange object came out first, while pulling out the dairy . He held that in one hand not caring about it, and the dairy in the other. Now it was time for Jyothi to be stunned.

She just kept staring wide-eyed, not because of the diary in Nikhil’s left hand, but the chocolate in the other hand.

Nikhil was sure, his mom had recognized the black diary, and that she was the one he was chatting with on the net !

Jyoti now understood Nikhil’s reaction a few seconds ago to her white cellphone. But she was having it in her hand earlier in the night too, why didn’t he react then ? “Maybe he didn’t notice”, she reasoned with herself.

They both seemed to be in a state of shock. I didn’t hear a word from them until I heard my wife speak .

“oh no , it cant be true” she lamented unbelievingly” it’s a big mistake”

My heart was racing as I heard their conversation through the cellphone.

“ma, please don’t cry” Nikhil finally spoke

Jyoti is crying?? I was puzzled. I didn’t want it to end up with crying and depression.

I looked carefully and I could see my wife was indeed crying. Tear drops were rolling down her cheek.

“Ma please. I am feeling so bad” Nikhil insisted as he wiped away the tear drops from her cheeks

“I am such an awful mother. Now what will you think of me ?” she said without looking up as more tears rolled down her cheek.

“Ma, you are the best mom in the world .I and I love you a lot” my son reassured his mother. Saying this he kissed her on the cheek tasting her salty tear drops.

“Beta I love you too” she wept softly “ I don’t want to lose your love or respect for me”

“I will love and respect you all my life” Nikhil assured her. And he kissed her again. This time on her eye. And then on the other eye. He moved down and kissed her on her cheeks. And then slowly he went further lower, till his lips were just an inch away from hers. He stopped and waited.. She didn’t say anything, but just closed her eyes.
This was like a green signal to Nikhil as he gently placed his lips on her, but just for a fleeting moment. And he pulled away.

Jyoti opened her eyes and knelt towards him. And this time she kissed him. On his lips. This kiss lingered on a bit longer than the earlier one. They broke away from the kiss and looked into each others eyes.

“ I love you my son” Jyoti said lovingly

“ I love you too, ma” Nikhil replied to his mother.

And they kissed again. This time it was a long kiss, rubbing their lips against each other. They stopped for a second to start kissing again, sucking each others lips and exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues.

Jyoti was locked in a passionate kiss with her son in full view of all people. But no one seemed to take notice. They were busy with their own romances and lust.

The mother and son were hugging each other tight, gyrating and rubbing their bodies aganst each other. What a sensual sight it was. I could feel precum leaking out of my hard erect cock.

Suddenly the lights went off. It was completely dark. I remember it happens for a minute or so, in very night club – for even the shyest couples to kiss, I guess !

The lights were back soon but strangely I couldn’t see Nikhil or Jyoti on the dance floor anymore.

I was puzzled.

I left my seat and went looking for them . I saw them on the couch in the darkest loneliest corner. They were kissing and their hands were hungrily roaming over each others body . My wife’s pallu had slipped off long back, and only the thin blouse covered her fair upper body, Nikhil was half reclining as Jyoti was above her.
They were devouring each other, as if they were letting out pent up desire for each other.
Jyoti and Nikhil seemed so desperate for each other.

I stood at a distance and watched. By now Jyoti’s phone was off , so I couldn’t hear anything.

I could never imagine Jyoti could ever be like that . She seemed possessed by lust for her son, as she was quite rapidly kept rubbing her body against his. Though people were kissing and fondling each other all over the room, Jyoti and Nikhil's intimacy was raising eyebrows of others. I knew this could spell trouble if they both got carried away any further.

I walked up to them and called out for Jyoti.

Moment Nikhil saw me he jumped away from his mother.

He didn’t know how to react at seeing me.

“Nikhil relax. I know all about it” I said with a smile “and I am fine with it. Just don’t do anything here, all of us could be in trouble”

“What do you mean you are fine with it ?” Jyoti laughed “you are the one who caused all this, my naughty hubby”

We paid our bills and left Insomnia. On our way back home Nikhil sat in back seat and my wife sat next to me in the front. As I was about to start, Jyoti stopped me “Wait, let me sit with my beta. He is dozing off behind”

I just smiled.

I looked through my rear view mirror and saw Nikhil was infact dozing off.

She sat behind with Nikhil and I started driving the car.

Jyoti settled down in her seat and placed Nikhil’s head on her shoulder. I could see Jyoti pulling his head lower onto her.

I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my driving.

I could see Nikhil had wrapped his arms around his mother and his face was nuzzled in her breasts, but over her pallu.

After a while I saw Jyoti herself pull down her pallu, making Nikhil’s face rest directly on her blouse covered breasts. There was no reaction on her face, as she just sat there with her eyes closed.

Both were still for a while, till Nikhil pressed his face harder against her breasts. I could see he was softly sucking her breasts over her blouse, leaving a wet patch on it.

This made Jyoti gently caress caress his head, almost like combing his hair with her fingers. As he went on sucking, her lips parted and I heard a slight moan.

In a minute I saw she began to unbutton her blouse. She took off all the hooks and the blouse lay open exposing her bare breasts . She was not wearing a bra !

She was the hottest sight I had ever seen, sitting in a sari, with her pallu pulled down and the completely unbuttoned blouse exposing her breasts.

Then she pulled Nikhil’s face to her right breast. He opened his mouth and took his mother’s nipple in his mouth. This brought out a loud moan from her parted lips.

My hard penis was agonizingly pushing against my pants as I drove.
I didn’t want this to end soon , so I was driving slowly and taking a longer route.
There was a different kind of a thrill in watching it happen in the back seat of the car.

Nikhil kept sucking his mother’s nipples for the next five minutes as she lay still but her moaning was growing louder. Her hand moved down below. I couldn’t see where and what for , but in a few second I heard Nikhil exclaim “ohhhh Mommmmmm”

“ohhhh that feels good mom” he went on

I didn’t know what exactly was happening. Perhaps she was giving her son a hand job.

Then she bent herself onto Nikhil, following where her hand had been earlier.

This brought out much louder moans from my son.

I could hear sucking sounds. Jyoti was giving her son a blow job !

Nikhil lay back on the seat moaning loudly as his mother was bending down to give him a blow job.

With one of her free hands, Jyoti searched for Nikhil’s hands as she couldn’t see anything, her face nuzzled in her son’s groin. She found his hand and guided it to her lap. She let go off his hand for a moment and pulled up her sari a bit. Nikhil's hand was unmoving on his mother's llap. She found his hand again and guided it to her crotch through the gap of her sari which was pulled up till slightly above her knees.

I could hear my wife’s muffled groans as she sucked her son’s penis. Her moans grew louder, as her son began to move his finger over her vagina.

Suddenly I heard a scurry of activity. I couldn’t take my eyes off the road as there were a few vehicles right in front.

I stole a glimpse in the rear view mirror at the earliest I could, to be surprised. The scene had changed a lot. My wife was lying down on the back seat -- urging and pulling Nikhil on top of her.

Nikhil didn’t need any persuasion as he promptly lay down on top of his mother and started kissing her. Moment their lips touched, both began to groan and moan as they feverishly groped each other’s body. The slurping and sucking sounds of their kissing was loud.

“mmmmmm,mmmmhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm” I could hear the sounds as both mother and son were trying to devour each other’s mouth.

Suddnely, Jyoti pulled her lips away and spoke to Nikhil

“Put your cock in me Nikhil”

Ohh those words had unimaginable effect on me. I couldn’t believe my homely wife was saying such things, and that too to her son ! I could feel precum ooze out of my erect penis.

Nikhil lifted up his hips, to give way for his mom’s hand . She reached out for her son’s penis. A moan escaped from Nikhil as she held is penis.

“Ohhhhhh mom !!

She guided his penis right till the opening of her vagina but stopped for a moment and looked at her soon. Nikhil too was looking at his mother. They both realized it was the moment of truth and wanted to be fully aware of it. Mother and son wanted to look into each other’s eyes, as he would enter her.

“I love you , beta” Jyoti told her son in a tender and affectionate voice. It didn’t seem lustful, but full of love.

“oh maa, I love you too”

She just had to hear those words and she pulled her son’s penis into her vagina. Nikhil did the rest as he pushed into her, bringing out a moan of pleasure from his mother's mouth.

As he completely entered his mother, they both lay still. Nikhil was lying flat on top his mom with his complete weight on her.

“mommmm I love you” he repeated

“Nikhil I love you” Jyoti replied

And they kissed. To begin with they were gentle loving kisses, but soon they began to get louder and rougher, as Nikhil’s hips began to move up and down on his mother -- moving his penis in and out of his mother’s vagina. He was entering the same place he was born from !

I was just a spectator to this incestuous love play. The mother and son were not even bothered by my presence. I kept driving, being in no mood to reach our destination in a hurry. I wanted this spectacular sight to linger on, as long as possibleThe gentle and loving love play soon turned to raw sex between mother and son. I could hear Nikhil grunt everytime as he thrust hard into his mother. He was rapidly moving in and out of her. Jyoti was just continuously moaning, but would react with a loud “ahhhhhhhhhhh” each time he pushed into her.

“ohh Fuck me” Jyoti cried out, “fuck me hard, my son”

Her words were having an intoxicating effect, both on me and Nikhil

He kept increasing his pace, as Jyoti tried to open her legs as wide as possible in the back seat of the cramped car.

The “squish squish” sounds and the scent of sex filled the car. It was difficult to drive.

The movement of both Jyoti and her son were going on becoming faster and rougher.

“Maaa I am gonnnna cumm” Nikhil said loudly amid his grunts

“Should I pull out ?” he asked sensibly to my surprise

“Nooo......Nooo….cum in me..oh my son..cum in me” she responded

I was surprised and delighted to hear her words, as was Nikhil too

“Yes, maa ..ahhhhhhhh, yessss, I am going to cum in you…..ahhhhhhhh, I am cumming” Nikhil moaned

“Yessss cum in me” Jyoti moaned “ahhhhh fill me with your juices…cum in your mumma…”

His mother’s words instantly brought him to his orgasm. His body stiffened. He thrust into his mother like a steam engine – straight and hard as he started cumming in her.

Her son’s climax brought up her own.

“oh my love, I am cummmmmming toooooo” Jyoti declared

“I love you Nikhil….ohhhhh…..I love you , I love you, I love you., I love you beta, I love you ..Fill me with your cummm…ahhh I love you”
She kept saying this as waves of pleasure swept across her body . Her orgasm went on and on. I had never seen her cum like this ever before with me. I could see having sex with her own son turned her on the most .

In a few moments, their orgasms subsided and Nikhil collapsed on his mother’s body.

They both lay still trying to catch their breath.

“I love you beta” I finally heard Jyoti’s gentle voice break the silence “ I hope you are not feeling bad ?”

“I am not feeling bad Ma. I loved it. I love you”

And they kissed tenderly for a few seconds.

They both were like true lovers, instead of being mother and son.

Finally they woke up to the fact that even I was around.

“so my dear hubby, what do you have to say” Jyoti asked me jokingly, very well, knowing I wanted this to happen. And infact it was me who had started this.

“It was hot” I said with a smile

I guess Nikhil was too shy to face me or talk to me and was silent.

“ok, you both better get dressed up now” I said “we are going to reach home soon”

“I am not in the mood to go home right now” declared Jyoti in a naughty tone

“what ?” I asked surprised “its 2 am”

“so what ?” she replied nonchalantly

“what do you want to do now” I asked

“mmm mm” she thought “lets go to any place but home now. Maybe to a place which doesn’t have too many people”

“ok, darling” I replied

And saying that I started driving my car with a purpose now.

“Where are we going” she asked

“Closeby” I said teasingly

“But where?” she asked again

“let me take you there, and if you are not ok with it , then you tell me” I said “We will be there in five minutes”

“ok” she said with a smile

We were in Bombay's Hanging Gardens in less than five minutes.

“So what you feel about this” I asked as we walked towards the edge of the garden

“This is lovely” she said as she looked at the arial view of Bombay from high above the city.

It was indeed a very nice view.


Jyoti was walking around the garden excitedly, holding hands with her son, who had been silent for a long time.

“I am feeling so happy and relaxed” told my wife gleefully as she looked around

“There is no one around” she added naughtily as she turned to her son and kissed him lightly on his lips.

“Nikhil, why are you so silent” Jyoti asked her son

“Nothing” he said shyly “its just that I cant believe what happened. Feels like a dream”

Jyoti laughed at hearing her son and kissed him again, but this time it was longer. After a while, she pulled away her mouth from his and began to lick her son’s lips with the tip of her tongue. She went on like that for sometime till she again pushed her lips onto his. She began to suck his lips and then finally pushed her tongue into his mouth.

I was standing a few feet away and watching.

Nikhil was motionless, but his hands began to wrap around her back as his mother kept kissing him.

After a while their lips separated.

“Now do you believe it ?” Jyoti asked her son teasingly

He just smiled shyly

She began to unbutton her son’s shirt.

“Mom” he said alarmed as his eyes pointed in my direction

“oh your dad “ she exclaimed “don’t worry about him, he likes to watch”

By the time she finished her sentence, she had opened all the buttons of her son’s shirt.

She rolled her tongue on his nipple, bringing out a moan from Nikhil.

She then stood straight and looked into her son’s eyes

“Fuck me, Nikhil” she said

“ohhhh mumma” was all that he could say in a weak voice.

Jyoti held his hand and led him to the edge of the garden, where the whole of Bombay could be seen. She then knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants and took her son’s erect penis in her mouth.

Nikhil closed his eyes and moans of pleasure escaped his mouth.

I could see Jyoti had taken her son’s penis completely into her mouth.

But as she felt signs of his orgasm she stopped sucking his penis and pulled her face away .

Nikhil looked at his mother puzzled. Jyoti smiled and pulled him down to her. Nikhil kelt down and sat on his knees, face to face with his mother. She gave him a gentle kiss on his lips and pushed him further down till he was lying down flat on the ground.

I was getting nervous. It was an open area and in Bombay you never know… anyone could just show up at any time of the day or night. But Jyoti didn’t seem to be worried about it at all.

Then patiently Jyoti pulled down the trousers and underwear of her son and climbed atop him .She pulled up her sari a bit, as she placed her vagina over the tip of her son’s penis.

Nikhil watched and groaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis. Th penis slowly began to dissapear into my wife’s wet slushy vagina. Jyoti’s eyes closed and she moaned loudly

“mmmmmmmm I love your cock, Nikhil” she told lustfully

She was sitting upright on her son’s pelvic region as she began to move up and down on him.

Her eyes closed and moaning with pleasure, she was looking like a sex goddess. Even Nikhil was going on looking at his mother’s lust-driven face, as moans of pleasure escaped his mouth.

By now I was too turned on myself and was over with my nervousness. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my erect cock, which was much bigger than my son’s. I started masturbating as I watched the lusful sexual acts between mother and son.

Jyoti then knelt atop him putting her hands on the ground on either side of Nikhil’s face, for support. She began to violently move her ass and hips up and down on Nikhil’s pelvic region. Her moans became louder, surely audible even hundred metres away.

“Suck my tits, baby” she urged Nikhil, who obliged instantly.

He raised his head and started sucking one of her nipples.

It didn’t take long for Jyoti to reach her climax. “I am cumming “ she said amid her moans.

“Suck my tits harder baby” she instructed her son as her hips jerkily moved up and down on her son. She kept moving her ass up and bringing it down harder and harder on her son’s groin.

Her son’s orgasm followed instantly

“Maa I am cumming too..oh Maaaaa I love you”

There bodies were moving rapidly and in unision as if they were not two bodies, but one.

I was masturbating hard too. I wanted to cum simultaneously with my wife and son.

“betaaa I love you” my wife said as she collapsed on my son’s chest.

I was cumming and spraying my semen all over the grass, as my son emptied himself into my wife’s womb. They both were now kissing tenderly and lovingly.

As my own climax subsided, I looked up to see both mother and son lying down on the ground, tightly in each others arms and looking at me.

My cum was still dripping from my flaccid penis. My trousers were pulled down till my ankles and I was standing with my legs bent sideways.

I must have been a funny sight as both started laughing. I hurriedly pulled my underwear and trousers up. Even I couldn’t help but smile.

As I was tidying myself, Jyoti and Nikhil got up too. This time Nikhil didn’t seem shy, as he was the last time after his orgasm, but seemed more confident. He was talking more and even joking around as we walked upto our car.

As we neared our car, Nikhil suddenly stopped.

“Ma” he said with a smile

Jyoti stopped walking too and looked at him

With a sudden movement, Nikhil bent down and lifted his mother in his arms

Jyoti squeeled as she was taken by surprise by her son’s action. As she settled in his arms, she started giggling and laughing like a young girl .

“oh my son has grown up” she said both proudly and naughtily “He wants to carry his woman”

“yes ma” he said with a grin as he bent his head down to kiss her.

He walked upto the car carrying his giggling mother.

It was 3 am and I decided we head straight homeI was happy that the evening went off the way I had planned. But, I was again horny as hell by the time we reached home. I couldn’t wait to hump my wife and enter the same hole that my son had just entered.

But my wife had different plans.

“I will sleep with my darling beta tonight” she announced standing in middle of our drawing room. Both Nikhil and me were surprised.

“whaat” both Nikhil and me and said at the same time.

Ofcourse Nikhil seemed very elated by her decision and had a stupid grin on her face.

“inafact from now onwards I will sleep with my son only” she added with a naughty smile.

“ofcourse, provided if you don’t have problem about it, Nikhil ?” she added

“Ofcourse not ma” he replied gleefully “I’ll be just too happy, but what about dad”

“Don’t worry about him” she said teasingly “ I’ll take care of him”

“Go to your room, beta. I will be there soon” Jyoti instructed her son

“ok, ma” Nikhil replied obediently “ good night dad “

“good night Nikhil “ I said, still standing numb.

Once Nikhil went to his room, Jyoti turned towards me

“oh Baby, I hope you are not minding what I have been doing ?” she asked me in a concerned way. She was suddenly serious “I am doing it, thinking that you like it.”

“ohh don’t worry” I said “I loved it. I have never been so horny before ! but whats this sleeping in the night with him”

“Why ? Are you feeling jealous” she asked me teasingly

“not at all” I answered with a smile “I am just curious”

“Well, its all your doing” she said naughtily “you have made me see our son in a new light. I think I am in love with him”

I was stunned. “What ?” I asked “ you serious? I know you love him a lot like every mother loves her son, but that’s different”

“No, not like a mother, but I love him like a woman”

“Oh” I said

“My darling don’t worry” She said as she kissed me and put her head on my chest “I love you”

“I am not worried” I said with a smile “infact its arousing”

I meant my words, as I could feel my cock stir when she was speaking those words of her being in love with her son.

“Are you sure, my darling ?” she asked me “ I don’t want to hurt you”

“I am sure” I said with a smile

“ but I should get my share of your body too” I said with a wink

“you are a naughty boy” she told me with a smile

She held my hand and took me to the bedroom.

She sat on the chair and made me kneel in front of her.

She spread her legs wide and pulled her sari up to her hips, like some cheap whore. I guess she was enjoying it. Even I was.

“Suck me” she ordered.

I promptly put my face on her vagina and started licking her . It was slushy, still wet with Nikhil’s semen.

I could taste my son’s semen in my wife’s vagina.

She also knew that.

“Like his taste” She asked me , but without waiting for my reply she went on “Nikhil’s semen is very tasty”

She knew her words will have an arousing effect on me.

I pushed my tongue deeper into her.

She was pressing her groin harder against my face

“ohhh yesss baby , suck me” she maoned “lick me clean. Make me ready for our son”

Her body was wriggling and writhing with every lick of mine. Her body began to stiffen.

Suddenly she stopped and pushed my head away.

“nooo” she crooned “I don’t want to cum”

“why” I asked puzzled

“I want to save it for my son” she said with a smile

“Oh” I exclaimed “you seem really serious about him ”

A smile crept on my face , realizing my wife’s obsession for our son !

“ok, as you wish, but I want to cum” I decalred

“hmmmm” She thought “I can give you a blow job”

“No, I want to cum on your back” I said “lie down on your stomach”

She smiled and did as she was told.

I pulled up her sari exposing her ass. I took off my trousers and underwear and lay down on her back with my penis placed in between her ass cheeks.

I started moving up and down rubbing my penis against her ass.

She was lying still.

I went on for a few minutes like that.

“Are you about to cum?” she asked me, as she lay still under me

“Not yet” I replied between my huffs and puffs

“Hurry up”, my wife said “Nikhil must be waiting for me”

“ohhh you are dying to get fucked by your son, arent you” I asked my wife tauntingly

“yes” she replied “I want his cock in my pussy”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh “ I moaned

“You slut, you fuck your own son ?” I said out aloud

“yessss, I fuck my own son, I love to fuck my own son” she said knowing I would love to hear those words.

“ I love sucking Nikhil’s cock” Jyoti went on “ I want to drink his cum”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oohhhhhhhhh” I responded to her words

“ I am cummmmming “ I screamed out to my wife

She moved her ass upwards to help me cum

As the last drops of my semen dripped onto Jyoti’s ass I rolled onto the bed.

I had a stupid grin of satisfaction my face.

Jyoti stood up and wiped the semen off her ass with my underwear.

She walked into the bathroom .

I lay there thinking of the day’s events. What crazy things were happening, but I loved it.

Jyoti walked out of the bathroom in her nighty, all prepared to go to our son’s room.

She smiled as she looked at me

“ I am off to our son’s room" she teased me

“try not be naughty” , I said with a wink

“I think I will be !” she replied naughtily

“okay hubby dearie, my lover awaits me” she said “good night”

“have a GOOD night “ I said with a wink

She gave me a peck on the cheek and leftI couldn’t fall asleep. I was too restless and curious
I opened my door and started to stealthily walked upto Nikhil’s room. I could hear sounds coming from his room even in the drawing room. Both my wife and son were groaning and moaning. I just hoped our neighbours wouldn’t be able to hear the same.

I realized if I kept my bedroom door open I could still hear them there too.

So I returned to my room and lay down on the bed. But the sounds kept me awake. The sound of sex between my wife and son, kept coming unendingly. They were like newly weds on honeymoon. With me Jyoti, could never have more than one orgasm and could never go on beyond 30-45 minutes. She used to get tired very soon.

But with her son, her energy was unending. I could see the slight light of early morning sun seeping in from the window. It was 5.30 and Jyoti and Nikhil were still at it. I masturbated a couple of times listening to their sex sounds, till I feel asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

I woke up around 11 am. Jyoti and Nikhil were still asleep, atleast their door was closed and no sound could be heard.

Suddenly I was panic-striken. I hadn’t informed my office I wont be coming. I called up my boss.

“Good morning Mr. Subramanium, its Ajit here. I spoke on the phone

“Yes, Ajit tell me . What happened to you , you have not come to office” he asked sternly

“ I am very unwell. Infact I was so weak , I couldn’t call you earlier” I lied to him

As I had just woken up, my groggy voice must have made me sound convincing.

“Oh ok, You take rest . And let me know by evening if you can come tomorrow”

“Ok , will do that” I said and thanked him as I kept the receiver down

Well, one problem taken care off. But, now I wondered when these love birds will wake up. I was hungry and I decided to go out and eat in a restaurant.

I got ready and wrote a note for Jyoti informing her of my whereabouts and left.

I had my breakfast-cum-lunch at a nearby restaurant and from there I went to a local shopping mall to buy a few pending things.

I returned by 2 pm.

Mother and son were awake by that time, but it seemed they had just got up, as both were still groggy.

“Ajit, I am sorry” my wife said sleepily “we were too tired and couldn’t wake up early”

“no problem honey” I said with a smile “ you are looking sexy”

She smiled shyly.

Nikhil went to the bathroom to take bath as Jyoti sat down on a chair in the drawing room

Things were so much slower in our household today, after last night’s hectic activity !

“Ajit I have something to tell you” Jyoti told me

“Tell me honey” I also sat down to give her a patient hearing

“Nikhil wants to marry me” she spoke out

“Whaaaat?” I exclaimed absolutely surprised

It was so weird that I started laughing.

“Don’t laugh, we both are serious" she insisted.

“Both ???” I questioned “even you have gone crazy?”

And I couldn’t stop laughing

“How can you marry your own son ?” I quizzed her “ Firstly, marriage between mother and son is not legal and second he is a minor”

“You both have gone mad” I added

I just couldn’t control my laughter.

“you will see how” She told me in a sterner voice, angry at my laughing

I went to my room and whistled a hindi movie tune as I took out my laptop to check my emails. I just couldn’t take all this weird ideas of Jyoti and her son seriously. I tried to shrug away her words, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop laughing.

I could hear voices in the drawing room. Nikhil was out of the bathroom
Sounds of them having their breakfast drifted into my ears.

I got busy, replying to my emails, leaving the two to themselves.

It was almost a couple of hours of silence from them, till I heard Jyoti call out for me aloud

“Ajit, please come here”

“coming in two minutes” I replied aloud

I disconnected from the net and walked upto the drawing room

The sight which greeted me, took me by surprise

Jyoti was wearing a traditional sari. I recognized it was the same sari she had worn during our wedding. She had preserved it well.

My eyes turned to her right, to see Ajit standing next to her in a traditional kurta pyajama.

“Whats all this ?” I enquired

“we are going to get married now”

Before I could start laughing, Jyoti added “And don’t laugh, we are serious”

“hmmmm” I pretended to think with a mocking smile on my face

“ok, so what do you plan to do ?” I asked amused

“just watch” Jyoti instructed “we need a witness”

“huh ok” I said and sat down as if I was going to watch a movie

Nikhil kept a candle on the ground and lit it.

Then jyoti went to the music system and put in a cassette.

I wondered what it was. Suddenly hymns started to blare out from the music system.

They were the holy verses the priests chant during weddings. These verses had serious implications – they stood for a proper legal marriage !

I realized the Jyoti and Nikhil were serious about this marriage thing.

Then like in real weddings, Nikhil tied an end of his mother’s sari to his kurta.
I was mersmerised seeing the two perform their own wedding , especially at their seriousness.

They walked around the lit candle for seven times. He looked into his mother’s eyes as he stretched out to take off the mangalsutra on my wife’s neck. Jyoti too, helped her son in taking off the Mangalsutra which I had put on her more than 17 years ago.

“What are they doing” I thought.

And then finally Nikhil took out a necklace and put it around his mother’s neck.. It was her new mangalsutra !!

Nikhil took a vow to take care of his new bride life-long and she took a vow to love her new husband life-long..

I was watching numbed and shocked, unable to react or speak a word.

Moment the verses got over, they kissed each other on their lips.

“Give me your baby tonight” she lovingly told her son, "I have stopped taking my pills"

“Yes, ma I want you to have my baby” Nikhil replied excitedly

“Baby?????” my head whirred. “no they cant be serious about that” I thought

My thoughts were broken when Nikhil, turned around to me and declared “Dad I am married man now. Please bless me”

I didn’t know how to react .

“what about me and you? “ I asked Jyoti.

“Don’t worry honey. You are my husband for the rest of the world,” she consoled me

“But from now onwards at home , Nikhil is my real husband” she added proudly.

“hmmm, as long as I get to see you both make love to each other” I said mischievously, not knowing what else to see.

Suddenly, the door bell rang..

“It must be the flowers I had ordered” Jyoti announced

It was the florist, holding a huge package of flowers.

“That’s for our suhaag raat na, mummy” Nikhil asked his mother with a smile

“Yes beta” she replied with an equally enthusiastic smile.

Nikhil excitedly took the box of flowers from her hands and went to his room

And Jyoti went to the kitchen.

I was standing in middle of the drawing room, speechless at the developments.

In a short while, Nikhil called out for his mother. “Ma, I am ready”

She walked out of the kitchen and smiled at me naughtily, holding a glass of milk.

“Nikhil wanted it this way” she informed me, “an absolutely real wedding. Even I loved it. He really feels like my husband”

And saying this she started to walk towards Nikhil’s room, with the glass of milk in her hand.

But she suddenly stopped and turned around and said with a very teasing smile “I hope my son makes me pregnant tonight. Its our suhaag raat"

I was already speechless and I remained so ! I was so numbed I couldn’t even think.

That whole night the mother and son enjoyed their suhaag raat, with me listening to the sounds of their conjugal bliss and pleasure, the sounds of my wife’s impregnation in the hands of her son.

I had to take leave even the next day Whenever I would think nothing more from Jyoti and Nikhil could surprise me anymore, they would prove me wrong.

The next morning....well, in the language of Jyoti and Nikhil, the morning after their “Suhaag raat”, they came out with a new announcement.

They were going to go on a honeymoon !!

“Not far, just Goa” Jyoti informed

They were standing romantically next to each other. They truly looked like newly weds. Giggling, kissing, holding , caressing…

“We are not asking you” she added “we are informing you. I have already asked the travel agent to book flight tickets and hotel room for us”

And she giggled as she held her son’s hand and went off to their room.

The door slammed shut.

I felt like a stranger in my own house, but strangely I was also getting so aroused by all this. I knew I was enjoying it.

“ I think I will enjoy the future” , I thought. A smile crept across my faceIts been an years since my wife and son got ‘married’ to each other . And it has borne fruits. Jyoti gave birth to a healthy baby girl almost three months ago.

Both Nikhil and Jyoti are as madly in love with each other, as they were the day they got "married" . Infact it seems to be growing everyday. They have become an inseperable couple . They don’t even eat in seperate plates. One is often eating from the other’s hand ..or even mouth ! And at home, I can see Jyoti often wearing her son’s shirts or vests.

I think Nikhil has been able to ignite the sexual side in his mother, which I couldn’t, as they seem to be having sex almost all the time when they are at home. And when they are not having sex, they are coochie-coohing with each other like love-birds, totally ignoring my presence.

Though I must add that they do at times, involve me too. But its mostly restricted to preparing Jyoti for having sex with her son. Like cleaning her vagina or ass with my tongue, or giving her a bath etc. Jyoti doesn’t allow me to have penetrative sex with her, as she wants to be faithful to her son/husband. Though, if I have been very good according to Nikhil and Jyoti, especially in taking care of their baby, then she allows me to masturabate on her, by my lying down on her and rubbing my penis either on her ass, calves or feet. If Nikhil allows she even gives me a hand job.

Jyoti has moved all her belongings from my room to our son’s room. And I am on my own, except on Friday nights, when she sleeps with me, but doesn’t allow me to have sex with her. But it feels nice to even just hold her and sleep. I love Jyoti, crazily.

I have no complaints. More than wanting to have sex myself, I am a voyeur – I like to watch. And what more could I want, as I regularly get to see my wife having sex with her own son.

As, I said earlier, I am enjoying myself.