Indian Family Lust (3 page)

With professional and social engagements to
keep her busy, Saroja did not waste too much time brooding about
her estrangement from her husband. It also helped that her only son
was an intelligent young man who appreciated all that she did for
him and avoided giving her any grief her if he could. As they spent
more and more time together, Saroja realized that her son was also
becoming infatuated with her…

This was not something that alarmed her. A
tall, statuesque woman, Saroja took pride in maintaining her figure
and loved flaunting it in sarees that discreetly flattered her
firm, ripe body. Her sleeveless blouses barely managed to restrain
her big boobs, and her thick waist flared out to big, full buttocks
that jiggled deliciously when she moved.

Saroja was aware of the effect she had on
most men and did not fault her son for feeling the same way. She
knew that many sons fell in love with their mothers and Raghu’s
youthful longing made her feel young, sexy and desirable.

As time went by, Saroja could not escape the
conclusion that her son was no longer her little boy, but a virile,
good-looking young man who was getting a lot of attention from
girls his own age as well as older women. But she was flattered to
see that Raghu ignored them and only made time for her. She found
herself becoming increasingly aroused by her son’s incestuous
feelings and began to wonder if it would be a good idea to educate
him about her sexual needs…

In the end, she decided to proceed one step
at a time and see where it would lead.

Although her husband’s long absences left
her starved for sex, Saroja had never encouraged any of her men
friends to get into bed with her. She was not concerned about being
faithful to her husband. What really mattered to her was her health
and reputation. She was not going to put either at risk by getting
into bed with a man who would just think of her as another easy
conquest. So she had become accustomed to the habit of satisfying
her urges by playing with herself - using her fingers and a few sex
toys to soothe the frequent itch between her legs.

Since Saroja was not always discreet about
her bedroom activities, her son was well aware of them. Being a
healthy and virile young man, Raghu masturbated a lot of thinking
about his sexy mother. He saw no reason to hide the fact that he
was eager and well-equipped to satisfy her in bed if she would let
him do so.

Saroja did not take long to figure out that
her son was not only besotted by her, but was also actively
fantasizing about her. However, she knew Raghu well enough to know
that he would never go against her wishes or force himself on her.
She guessed that he was just making his feelings clear to her and
hoping against hope that she would allow him to go all the way with
her sooner or later…

Saroja had always encouraged her son to hug
and kiss her affectionately, and found herself becoming
increasingly aroused when he did so. Increasingly his hugging and
kissing was getting to be a lot less innocent, and a lot more
passionate!

My darling son is certainly not shy about
letting me know that I’m a sexy and desirable woman...!
she
thought, savoring the hot shiver of lust that jolted her when
Raghu’s gentle hands lingered a little longer than necessary on her
voluptuous body when he hugged or kissed her.

Saroja was also amused to discover that her
son made no attempt to hide the fact that he was thinking about her
when he was jerking off. It was obvious that he wanted her to
‘accidentally’ catch him in the act if she entered his room.

Unconcerned about whether he was being
watched or not, Raghu had no problem losing himself to the pleasure
of masturbation. Making sure his bedroom door was always slightly
open to let his mother watch him if she felt like it, he enjoyed
lying back in bed with a dreamy expression on his face as he
sniffed and rubbed the soiled crotch of her panties over his huge,
swollen cock.

Well aware of how her son felt about her,
Saroja played along because she was intrigued and excited about
where these games were leading them both.
The naughty boy… he’s
not at all ashamed to let me to know how he feels about me...!
she mused, flattered and excited to hear him moan softly with
pleasure when he drenched her soiled panties with a huge load of
his creamy sperm!

Saroja also noticed that whenever her son
got a chance to hug her affectionately, he did so by standing
behind her so that he could lovingly rub his huge and erect cock
against her big, full buttocks!

Getting more and more excited by her son’s
boldness every time he did this, Saroja soon threw caution to the
winds... “Darling... the more you do that, the more you make it
difficult for Mummy to control herself...!” she blurted out one
day, when he hugged her from behind and lingered a little too
long...

“Oooh Mom... why bother to control
yourself…? You know very well what’s going on between us… I’m not
ashamed to acknowledge that my ripe, sexy mother gives me a raging
hard-on! I’m deeply in love with you Mom... going to bed with you
will be the greatest experience ever...!” Raghu said boldly, his
heart beating faster when he realized that his mother did not
appear to be shocked or annoyed by his frank confession.

In fact, she made no attempt to move away
from him when his cock sprang free from his lungi to graze her big
butt.

Raghu’s expression became dreamy as he
enjoyed the incredibly delicious sensation of his mother’s full
buttocks rubbing gently and insistently against his enormous
erection as she leaned comfortably against him.

“Darling, a mother and son
are not supposed to become so intimate... and want each other so
much... so I’m a little confused about my feelings...” Saroja said,
teasing her son. She was eager to hear what he had to say and
was
surprised by his carefully considered response.

“Mom, I don’t believe in forcing you or
anyone else to do what they don’t want to do. All I’m asking is...
please look at incest with an open mind. Why should we waste time
on outdated taboos which don’t benefit us anymore? They are
meaningless in today’s world where deadly disease and emotional
disappointments are so common. The divorce rate keeps going up
because there is little love between strangers who hook up and
break up for selfish reasons. We should make our own rules... if
only because they will let us maintain our sanity in a crazy world
that blindly follows the old ways of doing things.

“Close relatives should not feel ashamed
about making love… about enjoying a nice fuck… After all, we are
only doing something that will benefit our bodies and minds...
instead of destroying them with drugs, drinking and other excesses.
There’s no need to risk our health and happiness by looking for sex
outside the family, when we can safely satisfy our needs at home…
don’t you agree…?” Raghu said, still hugging and caressing his
mother.

“My darling... what you’re saying makes
perfect sense... but we must take care to see that no one finds out
what we’re doing...” Saroja replied, looking at her son for
reassurance.

“Oh... of course Mom! We will keep up
appearances and behave like any mother and son are supposed to
behave in public. But in private, we can just be ourselves… By
which I mean… a sexy, hot-blooded mother and son who enjoy making
love… and fucking to their heart’s content whenever they feel like
it ! Mom… I know you’re a hot-cunted woman who spends a lot of time
playing with herself. Don’t you agree that masturbation is a poor
substitute for the enormous pleasure a loving son can give you in
bed...? I’m willing to be trained properly by you… and of course,
I’m well-equipped to do so!” Raghu pointed out, rubbing his huge
cock lovingly against his mother’s meaty ass for emphasis.

Saroja blushed, leaning back into her son as
he showered kisses on her face and neck. “You naughty boy... I’d no
idea you were aware of my bedroom activities,” she said, smiling at
her son.

“Mom… there’s no need to feel ashamed about
them… I was so thrilled to know my beloved mother is such a
hot-blooded woman! You must never feel shy about telling your son
that you need some hot loving and fucking, Mom… I’ll never tire of
satisfying you in bed... you can be sure of that!” Raghu replied,
his hands eagerly exploring and caressing his mother’s voluptuous
body.

“Oooh Ma... aaah…! it feels so good... sooo
good when you do that...!” he exclaimed when his mother reached
inside his lungi to stroke and squeeze his huge erection.

“Hmm... sweetheart, you’re so much bigger
than your father where it matters… You should be able to satisfy my
hunger for sex better than he ever cared to do…” Saroja said,
smiling as she regarded her son speculatively.

“Oh Mom… I’ve made love to you so many times
in my dreams ever since you first made my cock throb with need!
I’ve no doubt I’ll satisfy you fully in bed… all I need is your
support… your guidance… and your love.” Raghu replied, his eyes
becoming soft with longing and love as he regarded his voluptuous,
big-titted and big butted mother.

It was this look that sent a delicious
shiver of anticipation coursing through Saroja’s ripe body which
caused her to make up her mind. Turning around to face her son, she
eagerly threw her arms around his neck and lifted her face up as he
bent down to kiss her.

Raghu’s hands instinctively reached down to
cup and squeeze his mother’s big, full buttocks as their lips
locked in a hungry kiss. With their tongues exploring each other’s
mouths and their hands caressing and fondling each other’s bodies
eagerly, mother and son joyfully welcomed their future as
lovers.

Saroja had concluded that it was better to
enjoy sex with an adoring son who was grateful for her favors
rather than going to bed with a stranger who may treat her badly or
worse still, infect her with deadly disease.

Even without Raghu prompting her to do so,
she had spent enough time considering incest with an open mind and
realized how beneficial it could be when enjoyed in the right
circumstances. Far from feeling ashamed at the idea of indulging in
it, the horny mother had enjoyed masturbating even more as the lewd
thoughts of being pleasured by her big-cocked son became stronger
and more uncontrollable with each passing day once she became aware
of his incestuous desires.

“Yes darling, I know you will give me a lot
more pleasure than my fingers or sex toys. Since your father is no
longer interested in taking care of my sexual needs, I would very
much like you to do so. It is indeed a wonderful way for a mother
and son to get really close to each other, no...?” she asked, her
eyes merry with mischief as she regarded her son.

“Oooh yeesss...! Mom… please say that again…
and again!” Raghu replied happily.

Over the next few weeks, mother and son
spent a lot of time becoming sexually intimate with each other,
without going all the way. Raghu was grateful to his mother for
making it clear that she welcomed and enjoyed his loving attentions
as long as they took care to see that no one caught them having
fun.

Having once encouraged her son’s incestuous
desires, Saroja never ever found herself regretting her decision.
She was pleased to see that Raghu was content to let her lead the
way, thoroughly enjoying the invaluable sex-education she was
giving him. With encouraging smiles and whispered hints, the
hot-cunted mother had a good time making sure her young stud knew
exactly how to pleasure her in ways she liked the most.

To Saroja’s delight, her son was always
willing to spend a lot of quality time caressing, kissing,
fondling, sucking and nibbling every inch of her voluptuous,
pleasure-craving body.

Knowing that his mother would eventually let
him go all the way, Raghu was patience personified. He became an
expert at using just his loving lips and hands, and some of her sex
toys to take her to the height of ecstasy in bed. He was always
waiting for her to come home from work. To avoid wasting time,
Raghu made sure the house was tidy and cooked the evening meal
himself. If his mother so desired, he ordered something special
from her favorite restaurants.

Saroja could never get enough of her son’s
hot and loving welcome whenever she returned home from work every
day. In fact, the prospect of her son’s sensuous lovemaking often
made the horny mother hurry home with a very wet cunt! Raghu was
always waiting for her with a cheerful smile. All the stress of a
hectic day at work seemed to magically fade away as soon as her son
shut the front door firmly behind her and pulled her into his warm
embrace.

Mother and son french-kissed with
unrestrained hunger as Raghu’s hands reached down to cup and
squeeze Saroja’s big, full buttocks.

She also savored the jolt of intense
pleasure she felt each time her son casually lifted up her saree to
gently fuck her sopping wet cunt with his fingers and lick her warm
juices off them with relish. Saroja continued sighing and moaning
softly as her son undressed her carefully and worshipped her ripe
body with hot kisses before carrying her naked to the big double
bed to lay her down on her back.

Then Raghu proceeded to give his mother a
sensuous massage, his loving hands soothing her tired muscles as he
nibbled and kissed her voluptuous body everywhere he could. By the
time he went down on his knees to worship his mother’s cunt, Saroja
was usually half-mad with desire and eagerly spread her fleshy
thighs wide open to enjoy the best cunnilingus she could ever ask
for!

Raghu loved to hear his mother shiver and
moan with pleasure when his tongue sluiced through her plump cunt
lips and puckered asshole in slow, lazy licks. Every now and then,
he would jab her clitoris with a stiff tongue until she moaned
softly with joy and soaked his face with a fresh dose of her cunt
juices. Raghu loved eating his mother’s pussy - a fact that she
frequently and gratefully took advantage of.