Hello, my dear Readers. This is the story happening in a modern Christian family, based in Bangalore. It is narrated by 20-year-old Mathew.
My 43-year-old mom, Sarah, stood before me wearing only a peach-colored bra and matching panties. Her busty boobs popped out of her bra. Her trimmed muff could be seen through her thin panties.
I was back from the gym only a few minutes ago and had just dumped my drenched t-shirt in the washing machine. And, I had only my sports shorts on me.
With her very beautiful smile, she very calmly came close to me, looked at my sweaty chest. And before I could say a word, grabbed my already erect cock.
I still cannot recollect what exactly happened over the next few seconds. But what I do remember is ramming my mom’s wet pussy, from the back, as she bent over the washing machine.
“Oh, yes, just like that. This is just like I always imagined how it would be, mmm” my mom had moaned.
It was one of the many occasions my dad was away, and only my mother and I were at home. But, this was the first time our bodies expressed their love for each other.
Sleeping in separate rooms seemed totally unnecessary. I shared the bed with my mom that night. And every other night, dad was not home.
Though she looked like a very strong and independent woman, I always, in my dirty vigorous fantasies, imagined her as a submissive woman, who wanted to be dominated. And, I did not forget to be extra rough with her. I fucked her the whole night, filling each of her holes, with my thick long meat, and it’s juice.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw my mom sitting on the edge of her bed. I had slept in my parent’s room and penetrated her in the same bed my dad took mom. She was waiting for me, and in a serious, yet pleading tone, asked me if we could continue this forever.
I had no reason to say no. I wanted this, too. And my mom knew it as well. We both had been lusting for each other, over the last year. It was only a matter of time before she asked me to own her.
I knew we had crossed the point of going back. I also made sure neither of us would ever think about it. Now that I had claimed my mother, there was no way I was going to let go off her.
It was one of the greatest misdeeds I was going to do. What I was doing to my dad was unforgivable. But the fact my mom craved for it more, justified everything.
My dad was back home, a week later, and we tried our best to act normal. There was no way mom could serve herself to me when dad was around. Dad worked from home when he did not travel around the world, for marketing. And he was always around mom.
But, on a day I expected nothing, my mom walked into my room, with only a towel wrapped around her wet body. She was just out of the shower and seeing dad asleep, she sneaked into my room.
She quickly dropped the towel, and sat on my face, making me eat her horny love-hole. Her yummy juices were all over my face, and I just knew how hungry she was for me. I was sure she would find a way to have me inside her, again.
Living with dad for 23 years, mom knew everything he did, he liked and disliked. Using this to our advantage, we slowly started to become more daring, rewarding each other even when dad was home.
My dad hated the kitchen so much, he never stepped foot in there. And, mom sucked my cock for hours, at a stretch, inside the kitchen, to begin with.
Soon, she was on all fours, all day long, getting banged by her son. She sometimes would end up having cooked nothing for dad, despite all the hours she spent there.
Everything was perfect until my dad started to wonder why my mom’s butt-hole gaped so much. He did fuck her ass years ago, but now, he hardly occupied her mature pussy. He could easily confirm it was not the work of his old and tired member.
He was convinced that his wife was cheating, and she had found herself somebody a lot bigger than him. He tried getting laid with mom, the next day as well. The only aim here was to check if her ass gaped the same or more. And, just like he had anticipated, it was stretched even more wide open.
Dad was sure mom did not leave the house, and nobody had come over either. It had to be someone at home. With a heavy heart, dad confirmed his wife’s lover was his very own son.
I was fucking my mom, in her ass, for the third time that day, when we saw the familiar figure of my dad, right in front of us. I was shocked and stunned, and my mother was out of breath, as dad looked at us furiously.
It was a lazy Sunday, and the day we least expected dad to catch us. He always spent his day off in front of the TV watching the special sports show. It had been more than 4 hours since we had begun our sinful, yet very pleasing, act. We were naked all that while.
Well, of course, she did have her half-sleeved, white-colored, regular long nightgown when I entered the kitchen. But it was on the floor even before I thought about pulling my boxers down.
She wore nothing underneath, and was, as always, ready and waiting to be screwed in the nastiest way possible. She had realized skipping her inner-wear was the best option. The very second time I had fucked her, I ripped apart her expensive lingerie, in greed and excitement.
“Call me Sarah! Call your mummy by her name! Call your dirty mummy her slutty name!” my mom said, just like she did on each of the last few occasions. It gave her the feeling that her young lover was exerting greater supremacy. And, it turned her on even more.
When dad walked in, he would have noticed my mom’s nighty on the floor, and my boxers on top of the oven, even before he saw us satisfying each-other. I was just about to cum inside her butt-hole. I shot the whole load deep inside her wounded back-door, as my dad watched.
My fresh hot juices leaked out of her loose cunt as I pulled my cock out. The friction, along with the tension around, caused my mom to squirt, further worsening the situation.
“It has been a few months, Jacob,” my mom replied when dad asked how long this has been going on.
She did try telling him it was the first time, and a mistake, and she needed him to forgive her. But, my dad was too smart to be tricked any more. And, my mother finally had to tell him the whole truth.
We were all in the living room. Dad shot questions at us, dressed in his casual polo t-shirt and shorts, even as mom and I were still naked.
Her warm skin-toned body looked the hottest, in her most vulnerable state. I felt she was capable of seducing even a dead man, with her ripe assets. Though I could hear my dad shout his anger out, I was convincing myself that resisting my hot mom was impossible.
“How could you do this to me, Sarah?” my dad asked my mom, in a very stern tone. But, the sadness in his voice, was also very clear. He truly was heartbroken.
“I don’t care what has happened. I am ready to forget it. But, this should stop. Right Now. Right Here. You need to choose one among us, and it will be only one of us in this house, from today. I know you will choose me. You don’t have to even think about what happens to this disgraceful bastard. Just ask him to get lost. I want you to do it, now!” my dad almost ordered my mom.
“Jacob, please! I want both of you, please. This won’t happen again. I promise I will not repeat this, Please Jacob, Just this one last time.” my mom begged, hoping for dad’s forgiveness.
“That is not possible anymore, Sarah. I cannot consider him my son anymore. He is a shame to the entire family. He cannot continue to live in this house. And, before he brings us more humiliation, we should let him leave, forever.” My dad had made up his mind.
“I want him to stay. Why don’t you understand, Jacob? I love you. I love you a lot. But, I love him too. He is my son.” my mother was crying as she completed the sentence.
“He is not your son, Sarah. No son will fuck his mother. He does not deserve your love.” My dad said, with no change in tone.
“Stop saying that. Stop blaming him, Jacob. You don’t understand. You make me smile. You give me everything. But, he makes me cum!” my mom said shocking both my dad and me
“I want all of it. I want both of you.” my mom said, sounding completely insensitive.
Throughout this uneasy conversation, my dad was very very upset. But now, my mom had managed to hurt his ego, as-well.
His wife of 23 years had mercilessly cheated on him with his very own son. And yet, she had the audacity to say she did that only because she was being given the orgasms, her husband could never give.
Worse, she was indeed very clearly telling him about the greater pleasure her stud was giving her. More importantly, it looked like she still wanted more of the delight he was giving her. She wanted more of her son.
Dad looked at me in rage. Immediately, and, to my amusement my naked cock had again turned very hard and erect, listening to everything my mom had to say. My dad too had noticed it.
It was obvious he could make out I was better hung than him, and easily was double his size. There was the pain of a wronged man in his eyes, and the fire for rightful revenge. It was as if he was ready to announce a battle with me. And, I was proved correct, the very next moment.
“Let’s fight it out, then. Whoever lasts longer inside Sarah gets to keep her.” I was shocked hearing dad say this. But, he looked adamant. And, my mom looked unbelievably happy. It was like she was hoping for this.
The fact that my mom was already in the nude, meant that the only delay for proceedings to start was my dad getting out of his clothes. It startled me that though only close to 4 inches long, he had a hard-on.
My dad put in all his strength and tried to bring out his best-ever performance. And, managed to last 7 minutes. Mom sure was amazed with that, and even enjoyed it. Her loud groans, as he came in her pussy, confirmed it. This was the only time dad was inside her so long.
As soon as dad made his way out of mom, it was my turn to bang mom. This was my chance to win her. I knew I could, and she knew it too. She desired it more than I did.
My mom continued to lay on the big sofa in our living room, and I fucked her in the same missionary position my dad just did her. My thrusts were faster than ever before, and I filled her deeper than I had ever. And, still, succeeded to last 19 minutes before I ejaculated.
I had easily defeated my dad. I had lasted a lot longer than him. And, though insignificant to the competition, I made my mom cum 7 times, while my dad could not make her cum even once. I had very conveniently pleased her too.
I was the clear winner. But, my dad wouldn’t agree. He was not ready to accept his loss. He was not ready to let his wife go. He loved her very much, and I felt sorry for him.
But, it was not just loved that my mom needed. She wanted to be sexually satisfied, too. And I was glad that was the case.
“Stay with me, Sarah. Please, dear! If it is my poor performance that is bothering you, don’t worry. I will get you other men. Men better than this ungrateful scoundrel,” my dad told my mom, looking at me with hate. That is how desperately he wanted mom to be his.
“I will beat them, too. I can keep you satisfied, forever. Be mine, Mom.” I said. While a little of the proclamation could be declared as to protect my mom’s modesty, a major portion of it was to defend the dignity of my manhood.
” YOUR MOM IS MY WIFE,” my dad yelled at me.
” MY MOM IS MY WIFE!” I replied sharply, pulling my mom towards me, and kissing her lips passionately, as my dad watched, helplessly.
To Be Continued.
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