Mallu MILF Asha is only the tip of the iceberg Mallu MILFs are. Lakshmi is another mother from the state of Kerala, who found herself being quickly upgraded to the status of a hot Mallu MILF.
While I would like to say that all my stories are happening parallelly in the same universe, with Mallu MILF Lakshmi I am officially launching BruceWayneEgypt’s World of Erotica, BWE, similar to Marvel Cinematic Universe. All the characters from my stories will crossover at some point of time.
Mallu MILF Lakshmi will have a few characters mentioned in & related to Mallu MILF Asha, and vice-versa. However, this is very much a stand-alone series.
Also, please note that I had written this as three separate episodes, initially. But, I felt it made more sense together. I have tried my best to make sure that the continuity is not affected, and, kindly forgive me if you feel any inconsistencies.
The story is set in India, and is narrated by Lakshmi, herself.
Happy Reading!!
My name is Lakshmi. I am 39 years old, and I have been leading a very happy family life.
I am a housewife, and my world comprises of my loving husband, Gopal, and my children – Meenakshi & Madhav.
Gopal, 42, is a businessman, and does a lot of travelling. And whenever possible, he takes me along. He is the most understanding and caring person I know, and I consider myself very lucky that I am married to him.
Though we wanted our daughter, Meenakshi, to be with us here in Kerala, she wanted to study at a Dental College in Pune. It was a girls only campus, and we finally agreed to her demand.
Madhav, who is 18, was a lot more studious than his 20 year old elder sister, but he chose to pursue a B.Com Degree. As Meenakshi was already in Pune, we thought it was better that he also studied there, and got him the admission in a boys college.
Though I spent most of my time at home, I receive a lot of attention where ever I go. And all the credit goes to my fair skin, wavy black hair and my very tempting body.
I have always been on the thicker side, but I have also made sure I never look fat. Though I have managed to keep my saggy boobs look firm, and less voluptuous, using good quality bras, I have not been able to do much to keep my fleshy legs and curvy booty hidden. Even in the most traditional outfits, my assets sometimes make me look like a hot tease.
I never really enjoyed the stares and comments from the men around, and always was careful about not exposing any part of my body.
Gopal often tells me that I look very seductive, even if I had my whole body covered. And, to an extent, that was very true. Because, I myself have felt, more than once, that my heart shaped pink lips, almond eyes and glowing face, easily trumps my 36-27-38 sized body.
I lived a very conservative life, and I believed being at my husband’s service was my primary duty. The presence of another man, in my life, was completely considered taboo, and I even hated the movies that portrayed such themes.
I was proud I was loyal to my husband all these 21 years, and helped him walk with his head held high. I was proud of my purity, and never ever did I think that a day would come when I would have to break my husband’s trust. But, only until the moment my modesty was snatched away from me.
It was two months ago, that my son, Madhav, came home with four of his friends, from college, on their way to Chennai. They were going to attend the wedding of one of their classmate’s brother, and decided to stay at our house, before taking their train the next morning.
Madhav along with his friends – Ajit, Roshan, Mrinal & Virat, reached at around 11:00 AM, and I very happily welcomed them. They were all well mannered, and were handsome young boys. They were not just my son’s classmates, but they also shared the room with him, in the hostel.
Out of the 4, I knew Roshan, already. I had met him when when I visited my son, once, after he joined college. Roshan was also from Kerala, and I had also talked, over phone, with his mother, Asha, a few times. Such a sweet & innocent woman she is. Very caring, and full of love for her family, just like me.
This was the first time Ajit, Mrinal and Virat were visiting Kerala. And, they had never tried eating the traditional Kerala Meals, before. I served them fish, chicken, prawns and beef, and they loved it all. I was delighted to see them relish eating the food I prepared for them.
They all thanked me for the wonderful lunch, and said they would love to live here forever, just to eat the food I make. They also had only good things to say about my house, and thanked me again for letting them stay for the night. I was proud of my son, for choosing the company of such good boys.
Madhav had come home with a bag full of clothes to be washed, and he needed them to be dried & ironed by the time he left, the next day. They were going to leave early, and I knew I had to hurry.
As soon as the boys went to his room, I quickly unpacked his bag, and taking all of his used clothes in a bucket, rushed to the back side of my house. It was there that I did all the washing.
I was walking out of the house, when I heard strange sounds from my son’s room. His was the only bedroom in the ground floor, and was closer to the back side of the house. I could hear them all laughing, too, and I first thought it was just some funny noise they were making.
Though I was very curious to know what it was, I still had a smile on my face. They were, after all, still kids, trying to have a good time. It was definitely going to be something harmless, I thought. And, I continued to smile, until I slyly looked in through the open window, and had the shock of my life.
“Oh my… Shit!!” I gasped, the very second I saw what was happening. I was stunned, and I could hardly move, and my eyes seemed fixed on to all of them.
The sounds coming from my son’s room were moans. They were all moaning, and I could just not believe what I was looking at.
All the 5 boys, including my son, were naked. He still had his underwear in his hands, and he had just removed it, I guessed. They were all completely in the nude, and it was the first time I had seen another grown up man, after my husband, uncovered. And, I was greeted by the sight of not 1, but 5 bare bodies.
“What a hot MILF, man!!” I heard Ajit say, looking into the computer. They were all watching porn. I had always hoped Madhav never watches any of that filth, and I just could not understand what was happening, in my own house.
“Damn.. Look at her jump & scream.” Virat quickly added.
“I want to this do to a mature married woman, someday.” Ajit said.
“But, haven’t you already??” was what Roshan had to ask him.
“Hahaha…” Ajit just laughed.
“Yeah.. Haven’t you already fucked Shiny Ma’am?? We all thought you owned that slut professor.” Madhav quickly asked him. I could not believe I just heard those words come out from my son’s mouth.
“Haha.. Oh, shut up guys.. I haven’t fucked her brown hairy pussy, yet. Hahaha… But, I should. She sure looks hotter than before, now.” Ajit said, continuing to watch the porn video being played.
“Maybe, we should do that together. Her husband being in the Navy means she is not getting a lot of meat, anyway.” Mrinal joined the conversation, also stroking his penis very aggressively.
“She would be one perfectly hot item to gang-bang. The best part is, she would come back begging for it, everyday!!” Madhav said, as the others laughed.
Virat : Guys.. Guys.. Guys…
Ajit : What is it, dude??
Virat : Wait a second…
Roshan : What is it, man??
Virat : Doesn’t this whorry bitch in the video, look a little like your Mom?!
Virat was asking this question to my own son. And, I was surprised to hear it. But, he was right. I had seen the woman in the video, and she did look like me. I don’t know what it was, but her body felt very similar to mine.
Though not as saggy, the shape of her bust looked just like what I hid underneath my top. And, I also felt my eyes & lips too shared a close resemblance with hers.
“Fuckk!! Yes!! How did I not feel that, earlier?!” Mrinal said, with a pleasant grin on his face.
“Just that Lakshmi Aunty is a lot more hotter than this slag!!” Virat concluded.
I looked at my son, immediately. I wanted to know what he would say. I had realized by now that he is not the same innocent teenager I thought he was. But, there was no way he would let someone shame his mother like that.
But, to my surprise, my son did not bother to say anything. He was just smiling. He just looked at them like he loved what he just heard. It was like he always felt that about me, and he was waiting for the others to think the same.
How ever strange it was, I also felt a slight wetness developing in between my legs.
“No.. No.. This cannot be happening.” I thought, as I sensed being turned on listening to the obscene & horrific conversation between my son & his friends.
“What is this!! Am I really enjoying this?? Am I starting to find pleasure over the fact that a group of young boys find me hot?? Please tell me this is not true.” I was talking to myself.
Ajit : Look at this bitch in the video, again, boys. She is almost crying getting fucked in the ass. She should be ashamed to call herself a pornstar. I bet Lakshmi Aunty does anal so much better.
Roshan : Hahaha… Lakshmi Aunty is a pro, bro!! One look at that thick round ass, and anybody can confirm how much she likes her back-door being stretched.
Mrinal : I just wish I can see her in Porn, someday. Haha!! Hopefully in a nasty glory-hole scene, inside a dirty public toilet, with the filthiest of cocks!!
That was it!! That was more than what I could take. It was beyond belief they would even think or talk about a woman like that. And, especially when her son was right next to them.
But, what left me even more perplexed was that my mature love-hole had turned even more moist. This was so unlike me, and I just could not get in terms with my body deceiving me.
“Am I really enjoying being talked dirty about, and being imagined in place of a glorified hooker, in the dirtiest of scenarios, by my own son & his friends?!” I asked myself, again, even as I continued to look at them.
But, little did I know that it was just the beginning of what was to come. Little did I know this was the smallest piece in the greater scheme of things.
“Have a look at this…” my son, Madhav, said, in a very blunt tone, handing over a photo, from inside his wardrobe, to Virat.
“Shit.. Broo… Your Mom looks exactly like Angel Liya… And, she also has everything that makes Angel the most wanted MILF… Fuckk… But… How did you even manage to get this photo, in the first place?!” Virat asked, not taking his eyes off the photo.
My shameless perverted son had without any hesitation handed over a photo of his own mother, for his friend to happily lust at. I had no idea about the picture he had secretly hidden, and now shared with his friends, but I knew I was very angry at what he had done. He had crossed the limit. There was just no need for him to do that.
“Man… This is unbelievable… Is the woman we just saw in the yellow kurti the real Angel Liya?? Or, should I ask if the slutty bitch riding the hard cocks, in all these porn videos, is your Mom?! Hahaha!! How did you get this picture, man?? Look at your Mom’s big tits. Begging to be groped.” Roshan said to my son, seeing my photo, further making me feel humbled, but also more curious to know which photo of mine was being ogled at by his friends.
“Well.. We are glad you had this photo of your Mom, with you. This is good enough to nut for a whole month. Look at those horny eyes!!” Roshan made sure he made me feel completely degraded, as my own son, Madhav, only gleed.
Mrinal : Maddy… You always told us your Mom was hot. But, we never thought she was this fucking hot!!
Virat : So true, brother. The very first view I had of her, I felt my dick leak. But, after seeing this photo, ‘a proper milf who deserves a good pounding’ is the only way how I would like to define her.
Roshan : Maybe she already is getting laid with her young lovers…
Ajit : Poor your horny Mom, Maddy… Cannot bring her studs home, today, because her son is here… Haha!!
Virat : But, that is no problem. Her son has come home with 4 thick pricks to fill her in all possible ways she can think of.
Mrinal : Hahaha!! Exactly… Such a hot MILF!!
I was furious listening to what they had to say about me, and even more frustrated seeing my son enjoying the explicit being showered on me.
I was fuming, and I wanted to see the picture he gave them, just then. I wanted to know when he managed to click it. And, I was trying to get a better view inside the room, getting myself closer towards the window, when I noticed the size of their meat, for the first time.
I knew they were naked, and had their penis exposed, but not once had I even felt like looking down at their genitals. This was a purely accidental move from me, and nothing like what the boys planned and later executed. But, I could not stop admitting I was amused.
I was already tired with everything happening around me, and though I felt thrilled to an extent, it also left me equally exhausted. They all had cocks that were at-least 7 inches in length, and were very erect. They were all very easily bigger than my husband, Gopal, and their heavy balls looked filled with their thick loads.
I was surprised to see that my son was not only as long as them, but also thicker than all of them. It was indeed news, considering the fact that his dad had a penis that was 5 inches long, on his best days, but very very thin.
“What am I doing?!” I felt ashamed of myself for checking out the sizes of my own son, and boys just half my age. I felt worn out, until something even more scandalous caught my attention.
“I am going to cover this hot MILF in my white sauce!!” Virat almost proclaimed, before starting the act.
“Shit!! No… No… Not this.. Please.. Just not this..” I said to myself, looking at what Virat was getting himself ready for. I could not believe it, and felt already assaulted. He was stroking his excited cock looking at my photo, in his hand.
I had heard and read about so many instances of perverted men leaving their dirty stains over the images of women in movie posters, advertisements and even pages in the magazines. But, I had never ever thought a day would come where I would be at the receiving end of a cum tribute, and worse in front of my own eyes.
Virat, for a second, held the printed photo high in the air, in a position that helped him lust for my assets with greater vigor, and in the process helped me see the picture. I finally saw the photo of mine they had, or rather the photo of mine my son happily gave them.
“Why did Madhav keep it hidden?? How did my son get it?? Who shot the picture??” I had asked this to myself, a thousand times, over the last few minutes.
But, one look at the photo, and I had all the answers to my questions. Because I knew it was I, myself, who gave him the opportunity to have this photo. I let him have it.
It was definitely a photo shot by my own son. And, also, I was posing for him. But, this was not what it was meant for. I did not let him click a picture of mine for him and his friends to find satisfaction with.
Not only was he misusing his own mother’s picture, he was also breaking the trust she had on him.
I still remember how I posed for him, that day, after dressing up for the family get-together.
It was a purple colored knee-length designer kurti that covered me, and I had got it stitched just for the function. I looked very beautiful in it. There was no denying that. But, I also looked awfully curvaceous.
The measurements had all gone wrong, and the top was a little too tight around my waist, and also made my bust look even bigger. I did feel it when I put it on, but did not expect it to make me appear so inviting, until my son showed me the picture he clicked.
The dress looked very very tight on me, and my boobs looked like fighting to pop out. I looked extremely vulgar. I felt I looked a little too teasing, which was unacceptable according to my standards.
“I should have tried it earlier. I just cannot go for the function dressed like this.” I clearly remember telling Madhav, also asking him to delete the picture, as I walked back to my room, to change.
But, he did not. He just did not delete his mother’s enticing picture. He kept it in his phone. He got the image printed. And, he hid the photo in his wardrobe. And, he now also offered it to his friends.
Not only did he dare to save his mother’s improper picture for his later ‘needs’, but he had also taken the effort to make her look even more dirty in the photo, as I could make out looking at what Virat had in his hand.
It was not the original picture. It was a well thought and well edited image. It was remade to suit his cravings.
The focus was clearly on my breasts, and he had also zoomed in from the original picture he showed me that day. The work he did on the software, easily made my tits look even more huge.
The angle he shot the picture had already made sure my melons were the center of attraction, and the final picture was exactly like the boys described it. I looked cheap & slutty. And, waiting to be groped!!
I felt so devastated… I could no longer feel my breath… I could only hope this was a dream… I would have been happy to accept this as my worst nightmare… I could only wish this was never happening… But, my turmoil had not even begun!!
Virat : Fuckerr… Don’t tell me… Fuck… Hahahaa!!
Ajit : What is it you dumb ass?? Get done with it, fast… I cannot wait to shoot my load on that whore mom!!
Virat : Hahaha… Guys… Just look at this guys…
Mrinal : What is it??
Virat : There are already stains of cum in this photo. This fucking bastard has been ejaculating on his mother for like ages… Hahaha…
Roshan : Fuck!! Hahaha!! So, it is no wonder that he gives cum tributes to the women we show him in Facebook and Instagram, without any hesitation.
Mrinal : Especially the women in our family…
Roshan : Especially our moms!! Hahaha!!
Ajit : I am glad you said that… The load he gave your Asha Mummy was the biggest I had ever seen…
Virat : I am sorry if I sound a little too rude… But anybody would give that to Asha Aunty… That is in-fact the least one would want to do to her.. Cover her in sticky spunk…
Mrinal : Asha Aunty is so hot, man… Her face alone makes me cum…
Roshan : Hahaha… My mom always finds her way into every sleazy conversation we have…
Virat : Oh yes… But, let us not take the spotlight away from the man of the moment.. Our dear Maddy, here, has just proved again that he is an expert in giving these lovely tributes!!
Ajit : Hahaha… All thanks to his hot slut mother!!
Madhav : I was thinking why you haven’t noticed it already…
Virat : Bloody mother fucker!! You have been jizzing on her pictures all this while, and you only look pleased we found that out.
Ajit : You never told us your attraction towards your mother was at it’s peak bro… We had no clue you were well on the way to make a move on her.
Virat : Fuck yes.. If he had given us the slightest of hints, we would have banged his curvy yummy mummy right in front of him, the very moment we set foot into the house… Maybe we would have visited her long before.
Mrinal : Maybe we would all have already fucked her, countless times, filling her holes in positions yet to be discovered.
Roshan : Maybe we would have even made her son pimp his mom… Well, of-course, we don’t mind spending a hundred rupees on a dirty hairy cunt, do we?? Hahaha!!
I was not just embarrassed, now. I felt completely traumatized. I felt ashamed of myself. But, not just because of what I heard them say. But, also because I was back to feeling aroused. And, I hated myself for it.
My son, Madhav, had a sly smile throughout, listening to them, and he only looked more gratified seeing Virat bring my photo closer to his penis, to ejaculate over it.
It had only been a very little time since I had found out and confirmed that my son was sexually attracted to me, but I just did not want to believe it.
I just could not get in terms with the fact that he was lusting for me, all this time. And, more importantly, I could not convince myself how evil his want to see his own mother objectified was.
I never felt it… Not even the smallest of hints… I never knew he was capable of imagining his own mother as any other woman who would give him sensual happiness…
I always felt my son shared everything with me… I felt he told me everything that happened in college… I felt he shared with me everything about his friends… I never knew that one day he would share me – his own mother, with his friends.
And, it was not because I was a naive woman. It was not because I knew nothing about incest. Or, the bigger sins that followed. It was because I loved him. It was because I trusted him.
Incest was a topic that had started to be very commonly discussed about in the Whatsapp group that had my female classmates from college. I felt disgusted each time they brought it up, and even though it was always the negative side of the strange phenomenon that was being talked about, I still felt it was an unnecessary subject.
“Who would ever want to fuck his own mother?!” I always thought. At-least I was always sure my boy would never even think about it.
However, my own son’s physical inclination towards his mother had already begun, well before. And, I had no idea about it, even as he continued to empty his balls thinking of me.
And when I finally knew about it, it was not just my son finding pleasure at my expense, but his friends, too, took turns shooting their seeds for me, slut shaming me, and humiliating me, in my own house!!
“My turn!!” Mrinal said, grabbing his big balls hard, and snatching my photo from Roshan, to use for his venereal satisfaction.
The A5 sized paper was almost drenched in cum now, with 3 of my son’s friends already discharging their semen on my image… On me!!
Add to it all the spunk my own son had shot, multiple times, over a period of time, and one could say I was covered in jism.
“Sloppy fourths, I guess!! Hahaha… But, I just don’t mind… Lakshmi Aunty has been filled my so many men, so many times, she would have had cum inside her pussy even if I was the first to fuck her in her next life!!” Mrinal gladly rubbed sadistic salt in my shamed wound, as he masturbated looking at my photo.
“Do you have more pictures, man?? Roshan asked my son, excited.
“I am loving this to be honest… Hahaha!! I just realized why you spend so much time searching for the right ‘face’ on our friend lists. This is actually soothing!!” Roshan concluded, leaving me bothered.
“Please… No… Please say no, Madhav!!” I said to myself, almost a little too loud. That is how badly I wanted to prevent a repetition of the immoral activity.
Not because a second round of cum tribute would make any real difference. The damage was already done. But, because I was wary of the possibility that my son had more of my obscene images in his custody.
I knew I had been careless enough to give him the opportunity. I did always make him click my pictures, every time I dressed up, for a function.
But, it was only now that I knew what he gained from all the times he turned photographer for me. It was only now that I knew how he was using the pictures he shot.
Though it was the last thing I wanted to worry about, I was greatly reminded of another photo he could have in his stash. And, that was definitely one which required him to do no reworking.
It was easily the most inappropriate pose I had ever given. I sat on the lawn, in front of my house, in a knee up-foot tucked position, trying to replicate my favorite actress, Madhavi Doshi, from her latest photoshoot.
She was able to pull it off very well, and looked very elegant as she smiled for the cameras. But, unfortunately for me, I had my legs crossed in a very improper manner, and I looked & felt uneasy.
I was wearing a body-fit grey colored short kurti top & a pair of white skinny cotton pants.
My saggy breasts seemed to be hanging down even more loosely, and a comprehensible impression of my lower body was also on display.
I was sure I had dressed very unlike my usual self. I could guess the result, and I knew I should have avoided it.
I told my son not to press the snap button, the moment I realized I had made myself look very obnoxious. But, he had already photographed it.
Though I was fully covered, I did imagine that very day if I revealed a little too much to him.
Though I believed I had nothing to worry about, I did wonder what impact the incident would have on him.
Madhav straightaway showed me the photo he had shot, and the very second I saw the picture, I knew I had to make him delete it. It just looked very indecent.
I asked him to remove the image from the phone, and he did erase it as I watched.
But, I could never be sure about it now. Maybe, he would have recovered it.
And even if he really did delete the picture from his phone, he would have had it saved as a pleasing memory, in his brain.
And even if he did not to share it with his friends, he would have still gladly checked me out.
He would have enjoyed ogling at my inviting legs… He would have feasted on the tempting view of my thick inner thighs…
He would have definitely zoomed in onto my disclosed crotch, even as I was only getting myself ready to be clicked.
He would have wanked his cock, that whole night, fantasizing about the chunky milky flesh his mother had underneath her tight pants.
I was almost so adamant that it would have all happened, I could picture my son do it.
I could also visualize him describing how he felt when he saw me in a vile posture, to his friends.
I could imagine all of them say how badly they too wanted to experience it.
Roshan : Can I please get one more photo of your Mom?? Please Maddy… Please..
Virat : Hahaha…
Roshan : I would really like to do this one more time… Considering the fact that you even shot your load on my mother’s throwback photo, of her younger self, taken on the day of her wedding, you owe me at-least that…
Ajit : Oh yess… Haha… And, all that semen on the screen of Virat’s phone means Virat also gets another go… But… Wait a second… What was a picture of Roshan’s mummy doing in your phone, Virat?!
Mrinal : Hahahaha!!
Ajit : Crazy shit man… But, still… To be honest… Maddy had Asha Aunty even before your Dad could have his hands on her, Roshan… Right?? I mean isn’t that what one is to conclude when he cums on a photo of your Mom, taken before her marriage!!
Virat : He fucked your Mom even before your Dad fucked her!!
Mrinal : Fuck!! I am almost ready to unload for Lakshmi Aunty, but I guess I also want Asha Aunty, right now!!
Ajit : Hahaha…
Virat : Maddy is your Daddy!! Are you listening to this, Roshan??
Roshan : Let me be his Mummy’s Daddy then!!
Virat : Haha!!
Roshan : I really think that his Mom has even made him shoot pictures of her wearing only a pair of panties. Give them to us, Maddy!!
Ajit : Whoaa…
Roshan : Yeah.. In the cheap dirty ones she buys from the vendors selling used underclothes, in filthy road side stalls.
Ajit : That was gross, dude!!
Virat : Not really.. When compared to what he said about his own mother sucking off the rickshaw-wala to save 20 Rupees.
Ajit : Oh fuck.. That was insane.. He said that just before we entered the examination hall. I spent 3 hours thinking about it, and ended up failing the test. Worse, Shiny Ma’am was the invigilator that day. I still don’t know how I managed to stop myself from stroking my cock right there.
Roshan : But, still, not as gross as jizzing on your own mother’s photo!!
Ajit : Haha… I thought Roshan was the deviant among us.. Madhav has been a very pleasant surprise..
Virat : Hahaha… Fuck yes!!
They were all very twisted… Without doubt!! All of them were sick.
But, Roshan clearly was the most perverted among my son’s friends. He sure seemed the most provocative of the lot.
He was nothing like what I had thought of him when I first met him. He was nowhere near the person I thought he was, after my conversation with his mother, Asha, and all the good things she had to tell about him.
Asha definitely got it all wrong about him. I was sure I could confirm that. I was certain she was wrong about her son.
But, again, that realization only further stressed the hard truth that I myself was completely wrong in judging my own son. I had failed, too.
Roshan’s crude dialogues really made me wonder how he was with his mother. I was curious to know how Asha was being treated by him.
“Did she have any idea about her son’s improper obsessions?? Was Roshan doing anything to Asha that Madhav was doing to me?? Have the boys done something similar to her, too?? Were all of them attracted to their own mothers?!” my mind was filled with all these questions.
While a part of me was convinced that my son was corrupted, a part of me also wanted me to reassure myself that my son was innocent.
Though that was clearly not the case, I was still hoping for the impossible. But, every passing second since then only proved to me how massive the magnitude of my son’s wrongful hunger was.
“Please Maddy…” Roshan was desperately pleading for another picture of mine, as if his entire existence depended on it. But, he still did not have my son’s attention.
I was relieved Madhav said nothing… I was glad he chose not to respond.
But, it was not because he felt a great new sense of responsibility to protect his mother’s modesty. But, only because he had more important things to take care of.
Madhav, in the meanwhile, had his eyes fixed onto the computer screen, and was stroking his hard cock, watching another adult video, featuring the same mature pornstar.
“Take this you slut… You fucking whore of a mom!! I am going to fill your horny holes with my thick hot juice.” Madhav grunted, indicating he was nearing an orgasm. And, very soon, he ejaculated, shooting his semen on the monitor.
“That is what you get for being a dirty mummy, Lakshmi… I am going to tear your holes apart, Mom!!” he completed his statement.
“Why?! Why Madhav?? How could you even say that?? Where did I go wrong??” I could very well say I felt like I had been carnally abused already.
However, I was more concerned about not being a mother good enough to nurture her son. I was just still not ready to accept this. I still could not believe that my son thought and felt about me like this.
But, all the perversion he showcased in front of the computer was indeed an act of wickedness against his own mother. I had to trust what I just saw.
And shocking me even more, he opened the drawer of his computer table, took out a pair of red panties, and wiped his cum off the screen.
“Impossible. Just impossible!!” I muttered, in utter dismay. This cannot be real. This cannot be happening.
That was my inner-wear!!
And that was all I could take… I felt like my world had collapsed… I felt like everything I believed in until that day had come crashing down.
I was only getting in terms with the hard truth that my very own son had been seeing me as an object of sexual desire. But, this was extreme.
He had already made his move. He had already taken the first step. He had already started to hunt his mother down.
I watched in despair as he spat twice on the thin satin material, and placed it back inside the drawer.
It was the very pair my husband had bought me for our wedding anniversary, last year. It was the first time he had gifted me something so intimate.
It was a very special occasion for us, and it was the first time in all these years that I presented myself to him in something so seductive. It was a valuable present I always wanted to treasure.
But, to my greatest horror, it was in my son’s hands now. And, he was using it in the most disgusting way possible.
He very obviously made me wonder if the lewd infuriating affection he had just showered on the expensive fabric, that had graced my most private parts, was a reflection of his true feelings for me.
More than indicating the degree of his raunchy attraction towards his mother, my son’s most recent deed helped to convey the significant amount of hate & resentment he had for me… But, in the most lecherous terms.
I did not even know when he had managed to take the Brazilian cut underwear from my wardrobe. I had used it just two months ago. I was sure it was the same one I wore the day I attended the wedding of my cousin sister’s son.
“Was Madhav here for the function?!” I tried recollecting. He was here!!
“Ohhh… Nooo… Shit!! Is that one of my used panties?!” I finally asked myself, in even greater shock. It indeed was!!
My son had dared to steal it. And, he had most probably made it his, seconds after I removed it… When I had just stripped myself off my clothes, and entered the shower… When it still had a lot of me in it.
I was not just shaken, now. I was frightened, too.. I felt like I could not move.
I just could not come to terms with the fact that my son was so close to physically assaulting me. In-fact, I was immediately forced to think if the boys were here to make me succumb to their yearnings… Or rather, my son’s yearnings!!
“She would be in her room now, sleeping. And, she does not keep the door closed. If you guys are confident that you will not mess things up, you can jerk off looking at her, directly.” Madhav told his friends, re-confirming my doubts.
I knew I was heartbroken. I knew I was being put through the kind of trauma no mother would ever want to experience. I knew I wanted to scream. I knew I wanted to cry.
But, the abnormal situation needed me to not get lost in thoughts. I just had to keep myself fixed in the present. Such was the danger, I could not afford to lose track of the proceedings.
“Why can’t we just fuck her?!” asked the boys together, gleefully.
I could have resisted my son, but there was no way I could defy the group. This was turning serious, and things were getting out of my hand.
I have so often heard that when a woman of my age gets herself into such tricky situations, she also feels a certain amount of excitement, her increased libido being the reason. I had felt it, too, even until a few seconds ago.
But, that very moment, it was all different. The enthusiasm had completely disappeared. Whatever little excitement I had, was completely gone. I felt none of it, anymore. And, instead, it was all so easily replaced by fear.
All I knew was that I was scared.
I was scared like never before. I just did not know what to do.
I felt I was home with 5 dangerous complete strangers, who would do anything to sexually satisfy themselves. The fact that it was my son & 4 of his friends, seemed a lie.
I always believed that my son was my biggest strength. He was always such an understanding boy. But, that particular moment, I felt he was the one I had to worry about the most.
Not only was he shamelessly lusting & craving for my body, he was also very much encouraging the others to do the same.
It was my own son who was orchestrating my humiliation. He was executing it exactly how he had planned it.
All of his friends thoroughly enjoyed verbally degrading me to the level of a cheap street slut, but it was my own son who seemed to have relished it the most.
It was my own son who was setting the stage for the next set of acts.
I felt violated. I felt defiled. I felt exploited. But there was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless.
All I could do was force myself away from the window, hoping it was just a bad dream. But, it wasn’t!!
The only thing I had in my mind was to survive until my husband returned home, from work.
I ran back inside the house, and locked myself in my room, hoping none of the boys, and especially my own son, came looking for me.