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Sharing secret love with amma.
Hello readers, my name is Kartik. I’m from Namakkal, Tamilnadu. Most stories which I have read are fantacy. I’m in a bit confusion whether I tell those incidents or not. But I ike to share it with you – my all experience of sex. In this world only it knows I and my amma. If ever she know this, she will suicide. So I’m very feared. Let me to describe myself first. I was born into a Hindu family. At the time i was 14, in 9th std, I had no knowledge about Sex. My dad was in Saudi and he was rich so we lived in a pretty rich community and I used to play cricket everyday with other neighbour boys.
My mother always had a garden in her back yard. In the spring and summer, she would always work in the back yard, bending over, taking care of her flowers. I loved to watch her, watching her shorts ride up her thighs, watching the impression her beautiful thighs made in the material as it stretched when she bent over.
Sometimes, she would turn toward me as I sat on the patio, and she would bend over and let her enormous, round tits fall forward. Her blouse was never buttoned all the way, and I would sit and look at them, my hard cock throbbing in my shorts. Sometimes, I could look all the way down her blouse and see nearby nipples!
One day, it was just too much for me. My mom was putting on a show that simply drove me mad. She was unaware, for sure, what it was doing to me. I was pretending to read book as I watched her bend over and stretch. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see her hairs sticking out of the sides partially even it was so dark. It was too much for me.
My amma would rarely wear below navels but when she wears it below navel I used to look at it, she had a round large and deep navel. Whenever the neighbours used to come to our house I used to stare at each of them especially one who wears low navel and is always sexy in chiffon sarees. I used to fantasise her a lot and masturbate. Masturbation was difficult in my village as it was a joint family and no privacy were there but in my new home it was very exciting and easy. Let me tell you how it all happened. One day when I went to the bathroom to take my bath I saw my amma’s clothes were there, she had just taken a bath and left. I just out of curiousity took out from the bucket her saree, petticoat, panties and bra. I then smelt it, it was the smell of her sweat and her vagina, and my dick became erect when I touched the saree I didn’t know why. Then I rubbed my dick with the panties and lick the bra same time. suddenly my dick throw some whitish thick liquid to her panties. I got feared wheteher she know it later. So I wash it.
That was the first ever masturbation I did on her clothes. That evening when I looked at her wearing saree and watching her I felt sort of a fascination for her but in the night I regretted for thinking about her, I immediately thought about other ladies just to distract from my amma’s view coming to my mind. But the very next day when she went to take her bath some sort of excitement filled in me as the thought of her removing her dresses came to my mind, I tried my level best not to think of it but no use. So after she came out of the bathroom, I went in and took out her clothes then I became naked and took the saree and put it in my dick, it became erect and I masturbated in it. I felt a sort of excitement and for the first time my amma’s naked body came to my mind and I masturbated too much and put my sperms in the saree, petticoat and blouse also. She had no doubts and this continued regularly.
Once when I returned early from my college, I knocked the door, after a little while she opened the door. She had been sleeping, she served me lunch and went back to sleep. After having my lunch I went to the bedroom where I could see her sleeping in an orange chiffon saree. I was aroused by the way she was lying with her paloo slightly down so that I could see her blouse. The bottom of her saree had moved on her knee. One leg slightly stretched and bend. Without making sound I sat the floor , i could see the inner thighs. I masturbated into a paper when dreaming I was pressing my face under the saree. I never got another chance to do this kind of act again. I was going mad with the lusty feeling in my mind of fucking her but I never knew how. I began showing my chest in front of her so that she would get attracted but no use. Peeping in bathroom was impossible as no holes could be made.
One day I told her that in my class, sitting beside me is my friend Ranjan as he has lice in his head it must have got to my head also. She said me to sit down on the floor while she used to on the sofa and with her hands stroke my hair and take out the lice. Sensing her hands on m head I used to get aroused and my dick used to stand. Then I sat on my knees and put my face on her lap. My dick immediately stood up and I innocently put my hand on her hip and slowly caresses it, it was feeling wonderful. I stopped it abruptly as I didn’t want her to get suspicious, so I put my hands on her back and waist and touched her upper buttocks, it was feeling very sensuous, I had the desire of having sex with her at that moment and if she objected I had thought of raping her too!! I put myself to control and I lay there for sometime then I said enough iam going, but I could see that she didn’t want me to leave. Then I got up and went to the bathroom, to masturbate, I couldn’t see any of her dresses so I got frustrated and came back. The next day, I wanted to do the same thing but this time I got little bold and when I sat on her lap I put my hands on her waist and caught it and slowly started touching her back and slowly massaging it, I didn’t care whether she would scold me or not because I was so eager to do something. Then I withdrew my hands from her waist and put it on her hips and massaged it slowly and my face I buried it exact on the secret point of her, I started putting my lips and giving it sort of kisses type and moved my head here and there, my face on her saree folds above her cunt was an erotic feeling and I continued it, my amma suddenly stopped and her hands shivered. I never had the courage to look at her and I continued my act, she then stretched back, before I could proceed further the telephone rang and it caused a big interruption to my game and I cursed my friend who rang. I was happy that my amma though didn’t say a word did not stop me from doing it. I had the feeling that she really enjoyed it.
When she went to wash her clothes, I too went with her and the washing machine being an old one, only fewer clothes at a time could be washed. She pulled her saree folds up and put it on her waist and now I could see her legs too, as I was helping her our bodies constantly touched and I enjoyed the moment when her shoulders touched my chest, it was unbearable. I was waiting for her to take a bath so that I could masturbate on her dresses. But in the bathroom I did not do it as I thought later in the afternoon I wanted to start the usual act and I just smelled her panties, bra and kissed her saree. She changed herself to a yellow chiffon saree, which I like her the most. I made a plan, I was in the dining room reading a book and waited for her to come to the sitting room and take her seat on the sofa. I waited for sometime and after sometime she came and sat there and she was looking around. I got up slowly and went near the TV to look for something (it was on purpose) and when I turned back I saw my amma sitting on the sofa and her saree was worn below the navel.
For two years, after appa gone I had been sleeping in amma’s bed room with her. But there were two beds even it joined, so when usual sleeping we had’nt came close. But that day I was in great lust to do something hot . I never tho
ught about the consequences ma
y have arise after any sinful move. I moved closer to her and touched my leg with hers. She didn’t know that, then I put my leg over her thigh. She said “Aren’t u asleep”. I just answered something sleepishly. I moved down a bit so that my face came into level with her shoulders and moved towards them. I could smell the sweat of armpits down there. She didn’t mind when I kept hands just under her breasts, she only made a “UUMMH” sleepish sound. I felt she may enjoying this. I moved my hand with pounding heart and it touched the right breast a bit. When she didn’t show any refuse I started to press my hands on her blouse. She asked me what are u doing. I replied I was feeling so cold. She smiled and said “Poor little baby”. I continued to explore her. I unhooked the top buttons of the blouse and started fondling the soft flesh. She was enjoying it smilingly. The breasts were full and a thick colour had the size of a 2 rupee coin . The nipples were erect and I touched one with my mouth. She bend toward me and put her hand on my shoulder with fonling my hairs and said “Sleep my boy” . My hard penis was brushing her thighs. She slowly placed her hand over my ass while I was feeding on her breasts. Gently she inserted her hand through the mundu( big towel for waring) and caught my erect dick and asked “what is this, why it is wet?. You did’nt urinate?”. I replied at the same time I caress her breasts ” No amma, it is because of cold”. She hugged me tightly so my dick touched her secret place and my lips touched with hers. She didn’t resist and more she opened her mouth slightly. I have felt nothing like this before and wanted to continue it as long as possible. Then she started to lift her saree and after that I lay over her and moving up and down to stroke my dick through the saree and after a few minutes the saree lifted upto waist and I felt my dick is touching her slit which had hairs. I could feel her heavy breathing and I slid into the hole. She made a moan and shivering with heavy breath. After few moving I was nearly coming and she pull me from her place just before shooted my cum all over her vaginal parts.
We were both exhausted and after an hour my mother bought some water from the fridge to drink. I said I didn’t want water . The next morning I felt some shame but I manage it. Amma didn’t tell or show anything special she behave as usual like nothing happened last night. I also want to forget all the sinful moments from my life.fBut then we have been sleping in different rooms till now and we have only a mom – son relationship.