Three months after we moved to the village, our lives started to
change. Ramesh has been getting stranger to me and acting strangely.
One day he got the agreement out and said he would like to add
another clause that would give me more money. I said I donot need
anymore but inside I was in need or greed to get more. After all I
am his mother and I too have a right to live independently buying
whatever I want. I asked him ‘how much?’ and he said 200 rupees
a day. That sounded a bit wierd to me hearing money for a day.
He added saying ‘It is for doing a favour everyday’. I thought
about what favour he would seek from a mother but 200 rupees a day
sounded too good to sit and think. I signed the agreement off and
we sat for dinner. During dinner I tried to find what is the favour
he wanted but never clicked me.
It wasn’t long before I knew it. After the dinner I was washing the
dishes in the kitchen sink. We talked about many things and after a
while I again posed the question on his favour. Ramesh said ‘Do you
really want to know mom?’ I said ‘yes’. Then he walked towards me,
held my hips with both his hands, pulled me towards him, leaned on
my neck and gave a sexual kiss and licked my neck thrusting his hard
dick agains my buttocks. I was startled and started shivering.
Before I could pull my self he let go me and said walking away
‘this is what I want mom’.
I was shattered. I didnot know Ramesh would ask me a sexual favour.
His own mother. I finished washing quickly and ran to my room.
Ramesh was sitting on the couch watching tv and observing me.
He is so cool and quiet. All the time I hurried to my room my
head is filled with thoughts and disgust. How can he ask a favour
where no son in this world would ask his mother? He is a man!
Thats why! He is the man of the house and I am his dependent.
My head started spinning. I could not accept Ramesh’s pervertness.
First of all he wanted his own mother to sleep with him and secondly
he is offering me to pay for it!!! In other words he wants his
mother to be his whore. He wants his mother to prostitute for him!
That little son of a bitch!!!
Ramesh had lots a guts to ask his mother to be his whore. He know
he is the man of the house and I am his dependant. He has become a
man now…not my son. That little bastard also knows it is hard for
me not to accept the offer. He knows if I reject it, I don’t have
anywhere to go. I will be forced to live with my son who I know
wants my body for his pleasure and its very hard to live with him
with it. If I reject his offer and leave him, his 2000 rupees would
not be enough to support myself ! I will be all by myself and every
man in the town would have their lustful eyes on me. I will either
have to be a whore to my son or risk becoming one for the village.
I could not sleep the whole night. I kept thinking about the offer.
Slowly I got in grips with my son’s perverted wish. What if I
accept? If I accept, I can stay with him, I get more money, I can
also fulfil my sexual desires as I donot have a partner anymore.
That thought gave me tickles in my pussy.
But then my moral conciousness took over my brain! If I accept it
I will be committing incest and I will be a prostitute to my own son!
After a night long of thinking I finally decided I will let
Ramesh have his favour. If my own son is a perverted bastard,
I am his MOTHER.
The next morning before Ramesh woke up, I made breakfast,
had a shower and wore a sexy chiffon saree with no underwear.
After sometime Ramesh came and we had our breakfast together.
We didnot talk much. I could notice him staring at my body.
I could sense lust in his eyes but he remained calm. I was very
surprised that my son can pretend. He had his breakfast and walked
away to bathroom to take shower.
I was in anticipation that he would grab me kiss me there forcefully
but my son was calm. After shower he dress in a lungi (sarong)
and shirt as he always does when he is home and came and sat on
the couch.
After I finished my work in the kitchen I went to him saying
‘Ramesh! About the offer you proposed yesterday’….I paused…’I
will accept it!’
Ramesh stayed silent and he slowly lifted his head to look at me
and immediately dropped his face.
As I turned around to walk towards my room, Ramesh suddenly held on
to the looase end of my saree and pulled it towards him. That move
grappled me as I was forced to turn towards him trying my best to
keep my saree on me with my both hands. I looked in fear as there
was my son with the end of my saree firmly held by his two hands.
I could see Ramesh’s eyes popping out looking at my blouse covered
breasts. He was looking at them with his lustful eyes. Not long
ago he fed on them when he was a baby!
He slowly got up from the couch, pulled me on to him with a jerk
and kissed me on my lips with tongue….
Then his hands are all over me touching me everywhere he is
forbidden to touch and feeling his own mother’s secret places.
Then my son started having fun enjoying his own mother’s body.
But at the same time my agony started as his own mother. Within no
time Ramesh took me to my bed has taken off all my clothes and he
is enjoying himself sucking my breasts and squeezing my mound. Then
he threw me on the bed, placed hiself between my legs, parted my
legs and inserted his cock into me.
I could not do much other than close my eyes and gasp as my
son entered the forbidden hole he came out into this world.
The forbidden intercourse has just been taking place. I felt I
have been voilated. I am in pain with no hint of pleasure. But
I controlled. I closed my eyes as my son thrust himself into my
vagina. My vagina being violated by my own son~E
All the movies I have been watching suddenly flashed before my
eyes. There is this one particular movie I can relate to. In this
movie a woman’s son is kidnapped by villians. When the woman goes to
villian’s place to get him back, the son is held on top of a tower
ready to be dropped and the villain proposes to the woman that if
she sleeps with him they will let the son go. The woman was initially
in dilemma but finally accepts. The villain Molestations her while her son
is being freed slowly. I felt like I am that helpless mother. Only
difference is that the villian is my own son. I am being Molestationd for
letting me stay with him. I felt as if my son is forcibly trying to
enter my body thru the same hole he came out through his penis first!
On every thrust he pounded on my pussy with his dick I could hear
him saying ‘I wanna get inside of you mommy’. I was pulled back to
my senses when Ramesh squirted his semen into me. First time I had
someone else’s semen in my womb other than my husband.
Once he finished with me he got himself off me, picked up his lungee
and walked out of my room. I was left on bed soaked in sweat and my
son’s semen dripping out of my cunt. I never thought in my life I
would find myself like this…lying on the bed soaked with sweat
and semen after the death of my husband. I slowly got off and
trailed to bathroom to clean myself.
Few month after my first ‘service’ to my son, I got used to it.
My guilt feeling vanished away and started enjoying my sex with him.
It has been more than a year now. Ramesh never misses an opportunity
to lift his mother’s saree or open his mother’s blouse to fuck and
suck me. Even today he fucks me everyday except for my period days.
He also pays me the ‘salary’ at the end of the month. Everything
changed now…I like to be my son’s whore as much as my son does
and I am enjoying being one for him. We are more like husband and
wife now with lots a sex. At some instances I am also glad my son
forced me to be his whore as he takes me on ride of my life when
he fucks me now a days. I am lucky to have a stud to be my lover
and lucky he had chosen me at my age.
Three months ago, I had my ultimate price. I got knocked up by
my son. I am pregnant with his baby now. We both are happy.
Since my pregnancy, we have become more like a husband and wife.
I had nothing more to do as we already share a same surname!