Convincing mom for an incest relationship – Part 1
Incest
Submit Report Hello readers, (If incest is not your preferred topic, please skip this story.) Firstly, thanks for all your responses to my story. I was introduced to new people, and I am happy for the love. Due to some situations, I’m not continuing my own life story. I had a lot of conversations with people in need of incest relationships, so I will try to write their stories where I helped them lead new, happy lives. This one is a story of my follower. ***** My name is Niranjan. My dad is Mahesh, and my mom’s name is Sujatha. Coming to the story… My dad is very rich from a village background, but he left that place and settled in Mysore for our good future. My dad’s relatives are very bad as they want money from my dad. Everything was going well in my life, and I was the only child of my parents. Due to being the only boy child, I received a lot of love from my parents and family. I am fair thanks to my mom, and I have a good, muscular, and healthy body because of my dad. I’m an introverted kind of person. I used to never attend any family functions, but mom and dad did. I observed that because mom is good-looking and dad is loving and caring towards her, other relatives were jealous and used to tease or sarcastically talk when dad wasn’t there. Mom got influenced by others’ words easily. At first, she used to feel bad, but later she used to give counters and sometimes fight back. When I completed SSLC and got good marks, my dad promised to gift me a bike. But when he traveled to America for a business meeting, unfortunately, he died in a car accident. We received the body and performed all the rituals. Some of the relatives started ignoring us, and some used to talk badly because they feared we would ask for the land and properties. Mom didn’t ask anything from dad’s family. She knew she had to fight now. She was left with me and her only goal was to settle my life. Suddenly, everything went out of my world. Mom became so silent, and I didn’t know what to do. After a few days of not eating anything, mom came to me and said, “Go and freshen up.” I simply listened to her words, and we went outside and got an admission letter for my college. While walking in the streets, mom found dad’s relatives. They came towards us and asked about continuing my education. They started laughing and said we couldn’t afford it. They said, “First try hard for food and then think about education.” Mom scolded them and left the place. But mom felt very bad and she was totally depressed about our situation. Finally, it was my college’s first day and mom got ready and was doing pooja. She called me inside the pooja room and said, “Niru, I will do anything for your well-being and you should be educated enough to earn money and settle in life… otherwise life will be difficult. Promise me that you will study hard.” She handed me the money, saying, “I got this from selling my mangalasutra. Don’t waste my hopes.” Hearing her words, I got determined that I would study well and get a job. That became my motive. I got good marks and completed my degree, though with hard days without money. Due to this, no one was close with me. After completing my degree, I came home. Mom hugged me and I felt happy after seeing her. I took rest and happily spent time with mom. It had been about 7 years since my dad died. We went to Dad’s village to do some rituals. Some relatives commented, “Nodidra Sharada, nam suji andana, ganda satidru hage maintain madidare, istondu duddu yalinda baruto, yen adru tappu dari ididala?” which means, “Did you notice Sharada, the beauty of Suji? Even though her husband died, she’s maintaining her beauty and life. Where does she get money for her son’s education? Is she having affairs?” Hearing those words, mom got angry and shouted and had a big fight with them. While returning, she was sad and dull too. I was waiting to make her happy and suddenly I got a notification that I was selected in an MNC offering me a 6 LPA job. I was happy and shared the news. Suddenly, mom was happy and tears came out of her eyes. It was like her lifetime goal was achieved that day and from now on, she could die. She started praising me and remembered my dad, saying, “If your dad was here, he would be very happy.” Saying this, she started saying life had been so tough and she had not done anything wrong. She had been stitching clothes and didn’t want me to see those and get affected in my studies. Recently she gave the sewing machine to others. I held mom’s face and said, “Be calm. Just because someone is saying something about you, no need to worry. I know about you. I got a job, so be happy. From now onwards, everything will be happy.” I went to Bangalore and completed all the joining procedures and finished one month. I came home. Mom opened the door. She was very happy seeing me. I hugged her. I felt like living without her was the biggest punishment. She started telling me about day to day activities. I went near her and gifted her a smartphone, guided her, and asked her to get ready. She took a bath and got ready. She was standing near the mirror. I went behind her, closed her eyes, and gave her a saree. She opened it and was happy for the gift. She hugged me and started blushing, saying she was so lucky to be getting a saree at this age too. I left that day. It was very hard for both of us. She used to call me every day and we became very close. I was eagerly waiting for her call after food at 10 o’clock as we used to talk then. One fine day, while doing a video call, I had a lot of work, so I hadn’t changed to regular outfit. Mom saw me in formals and she wanted to see my full attire, so I showed her the way I go to office. She was happy and praised me. Similarly, I asked her to show her attire. I noticed her nightwear was torn. I didn’t speak.
I was feeling like spending time with her. I got a new project and clients from the USA, so I got work from home. I was happy and came home without informing mom. Mom was doing daily chores. She was sweating and happily welcomed me. I followed her to the kitchen and helped prepare food. While doing so, I just looked at her cleavage. Wow man… her cleavage was so deep and she was not wearing anything inside. I felt guilty and turned my eyes to the other side. This was the first time I saw her cleavage. I came out of the kitchen and prepared things for work from home. I informed her about everything. She was happy. At night we both went out for shopping and we ate some snacks. She was happy. While shopping, mom went to the women’s store room. Another lady was asking mom about her innerwear size. Without shyness, mom said her bra size as 36B. I was shocked and felt awkward, but mom was okay. She took all the things and we came back home. While I was having a call late at night, we weren’t having enough conversation. She was angry and sad at the same time. It was 1 o’clock. I thought to check whether she slept because the light was on. I saw a few drops on her bed. I asked her. She started crying and beating me. I asked her what happened. “Did I do anything wrong? Am I not taking care of you?” She stopped crying and said, “You’re not spending time with me. Previously we used to have phone calls. Now you’re here only but no conversations and always busy in office calls and work. You’re not worrying about mom.” “Ayyo, amma, sorry. From now onwards I will take care and talk with you. Tell me… what are your wishes?” She said, “It’s a golden opportunity. I’m fed up with this unfortunate life. Now, I have you. You have to fulfill all my desires. I will list them out and tell you in the morning.” For that I said ‘okay’ and slept in my room. In the morning, she gave me the list. The list was simple as she had a wish to travel to a nearby city and to buy a good dressing table. From my salary I bought the dressing table. It was placed in my room due to space issues in her room. She was okay with that. Due to the time difference between us and US colleagues, I had to work overnight and I used to wake up late. Mom was not feeling well so I went to check on her at night at 2 AM. When I entered, I got a shock as once again I saw her deep cleavage. I was attracted by her beauty and kept staring at her cleavage. I got an evil thought to touch her melons, but I felt guilty immediately and left her room before doing anything bad. I didn’t get sleep. I was hard, so I thought to watch some porn and masturbated, then slept. Due to this, I woke up late, quickly took a bath, wrapped a towel, and attended the meeting. I don’t know how, but mom suddenly clicked some pictures of mine being semi nude, where I had a towel wrapped for my lower body. She was teasing me. Once I completed the meeting, I checked her phone and saw my pics. I found them funny. We had food. Later in the evening I asked her to get ready. She didn’t ask anything as she wore a saree. I asked her to wear a dress and she brought leggings and top. She was looking beautiful. Without telling her anything, I brought her to a bike showroom. I ordered my favorite Himalayan bike. She was happy and so was I. I know how important a bike is in our boys’ lives. I was riding the Himalayan; dude, that too with my loving mom. I can’t describe that moment. I was having peak happiness of my life. After a few days, we went to a nearby place on the bike. A few days later, I got the number plate for my bike and asked my mom to do the pooja. She refused, saying she is a widow and widows should not do any pooja. She said, “You brought the bike with hard earned money and I don’t want anything bad to happen.” I forced her. She did it. After 7 years she did a pooja and I could see the happiness in her eyes. Society is so cruel. If a husband dies, should the wife be permitted only to a single room? Doesn’t she have freedom? Freedom to live her desired life? While doing the pooja, she noticed the number plate. It’s her birthday date and month, 1603. She was very happy to the core. I asked her to push the bike for a few meters. She did it very happily. I asked her to pull the stand. While doing so, she slipped and the bike fell down and got some scratches. I immediately checked on her. She was sad, saying, “Ayyo, see this. What happens if widows do pooja.” I was angry but convinced mom, “Nothing like that. The bike is so heavy, that’s why you couldn’t handle it.” Later, checking everything was okay with her, I looked at my bike. For me, my mom is more important. In the evening, we went to her favorite place. She was very happy that I fulfilled her wishlist. While riding the bike at corners, she tightly hugged me. I felt happy after she became close to me. No one was there so she danced that day. She sang her favorite song. I saw a bird flying above the sky, which resembled my mom. I had a lot of questions. Is society that cruel? Was mom not happy these days? Was it because she didn’t have freedom due to my dad’s death, or was she not having money? The next day, I would be turning 26. She wished me very early in the morning and we had coffee. I told her I would take her to a fancy restaurant and she should not refuse. She said okay. I gave her a dress. We both got ready. When we entered the restaurant, I tied a cloth to her eyes. It was a candlelight dinner with my mom. She was wearing a black transparent saree with half sleeves, and I was wearing a black suit. She was very happy. We had food. Everything was unique and I booked a photographer. Literally, that night, when the wind blew, both were feeling romantic. Suddenly, a big wind blew. Due to that, her pallu moved aside and I could see her navel. I was feeling shy and wanted to see more – same scene like in the Kushi movie.
While coming back, I asked mom whether she is happy and if there’s any desire or bucket list yet to fulfill. She took some time and said ‘no.’ I observed the gap and asked her. She was silent and said, “I will tell once we get home.” I was eagerly waiting to know. She finally uttered after I forced her. She said she is very happy and can’t express it. After dad’s death, she never thought she could be this happy. She can wear colorful dresses, she can go out and have food, and there are no restrictions. She is feeling like she’s in her youth life. Saying so, she expressed that she didn’t have enough of a sex life. Only physical help is missing. The rest she is experiencing like a young lady. I noticed that gap. We both slept hugging each other, listening to favorite songs. I don’t know, after some hours, but I kept my leg on her lower body. Great that she bore my weight. I noticed my dick was slowly poking her ass. I was shocked and removed my leg and woke up early. I was in a meeting. She took a bath and came to my room to get ready using the dressing table. While doing so, her wet hair made water droplets flow on her lower body. Due to wet parts, I could see the dress closely attached to her body. Due to this, I could clearly see her body, which was tempting me to look more. I failed and kept looking. Sometimes she doesn’t wear inners. I went to the kitchen and tried to help her in household chores. I was seeing her cleavage. It’s an eyefeast. Somewhere, I was having a guilty feeling. Am I doing wrong? Just because I’m earning and caring for her, am I allowed to look at her private parts? Private means, it’s to her, not for others. Do I have the rights to look at her private parts? Lots of questions. I don’t have other bad habits. I got so much frustrated both personally and professionally, so I thought to masturbate and sleep. While doing so, I saw a video of a widow having sex. Immediately, mom’s image came to mind while masturbating. I had a great cum in that moment. I can’t express the feeling. You can ask anyone; if he does masturbation thinking of his mom, the feeling and cum will be the best always. I was not having any guilt and I came to bed. I slowly kissed her lips and placed my legs on her. My dick was poking her ass crack. I could feel the wetness in my underwear and slept. I got a strong feeling to express this to mom and give her physical satisfaction. I was about to say when a big fight started in the street. Someone was saying, “If you don’t pay the money, I will occupy this house.” Then mom said neighbors borrowed money from this guy and now unfortunately they’re not able to pay. He’s asking her daughter to marry him or write the house in his name. Just because he helped, do they have to give him her daughter? Why do people always take advantage of helping someone? Saying this, mom asked what I wanted her to cook. Suddenly, a question struck my mind. What if she says the same thing to me? Just because I’m giving and fulfilling all the things, am I asking her to get satisfied by her own son? So I thought it won’t work. Even if she says yes, it’s because of my happiness. I don’t know how she’ll react, but my mind is killing me. At night I asked her, “Mom, don’t get angry. I did everything to make you happy. That’s all because you did a lot of sacrifice and hard work to see me as a well educated and settled guy. Thanks for that. I think I’m paying off by fulfilling all your desires.” She replied, “Yes… you did all the hard things to make your poor mom happy. What’s your question? Do you have a question?” “Mom, please don’t take this the wrong way. You did everything and you are happy. But one thing is left out. What can we plan for your physical needs?” She laughed and said, “Poor boy… what a question. What can we plan? Nothing. I lost my husband. Even though he was there, I was not supposed to get it. Leave this topic. Why are you asking? It’s my mistake to tell you this.” “No mom… it’s not your mistake. Who is there for you to tell about your desires and happiness?” I know how to deal with mom by words. She felt every word of mine. “So what can we do?” She was thinking and later she said, “How about a dildo? Can you order it?” But suddenly she said, “No no… it’s not good to ask a son to order a dildo for his mom to satisfy her physical need.” Suddenly I said, “No mom… it’s totally okay. No issue. But if dad was there, you could have used it. Dad is also not there. Why can’t you try for a real one?” Mom: “What do you mean by real? Does a dildo have real?” jokingly. Me: “No mom. How about me satisfying your desires?” I asked this with a lot of courage. Mom: She was shocked. “Niru, what are you saying? No, you can’t. It’s a taboo. For God’s sake… are you not asking for sexual acts?” Me: “It’s about sex. Don’t get angry. I know how your body could crave for sex. 7 years you didn’t have sex. It’s just after dad’s death. I’m not sure when you had last sex. Sorry… it feels awkward for me… but I have to admit.” Mom: She was angry. “I will think about this. Better we can sleep separately. I know you care for me. You have only me and I also have only you. But this is not right. Give me some time.” Me: I slept imagining if she says yes, how I can satisfy her. Next day, same scenario. She came to my room, but this time, with a towel wrapped around her body. Literally, I think she was tempting me. She pulled her hair to the right. While doing so, I saw her armpits, shaved and shining. Man, her thighs… uffff! Next level. While combing her hair, the comb hit the floor. She bent to pick the comb. Oh my god! Her ass is so good and tempting. No other porn star has a sexy ass like my mother. I felt horny and I didn’t think of the consequences. I went and hugged her from the front. Mom was shocked and asked what I was doing.
“Mom, is this right? You are tempting your son with your beauty. Look at your lips… uff! Those are kissable.” And I kept my hands on her boobs. “Mom, these boobs need to be treated roughly by my hands and nipples are dying to be sucked. And I will pour honey into your navel and I will keep on sucking for the whole day. Ahh… those thighs. Can I see your pussy, mom?” Mom: “Niru etara ella matadbardu” which means “Niru, you shouldn’t talk like this.” Me: “Yake amma” which means “Why mom?” Mom: “Idu papa, nange ondara agta ide, ninu nan mole male kai tagi” which means “It’s sin… I’m feeling strange things… take your hands from my boobs.” Me: “Idune kamma anta helodu, yestu varsha anta hege manasali itkotiya, sayovaregu aduke mosa madtiya, namige hasivu adaga utta madtivi, hage namige kamma bandaga sex madbeku” which means “This is what is called Kamma. Still, how many years will you suppress these feelings? If we are hungry, we eat food… similarly, when we are horny, we should have sex.” Mom: “Nija, adre pranigala tara navu yarbeko avr atra sex madoke agodilla” which means “Yes, it’s true… but we are not supposed to have sex with everyone like animals.” Me: “Nina yella aase na puraisida nanu, ee ondu aase puraisoke agodillva?” which means “Am I not worthy to fulfill your desire, who did everything for you?” Mom: “Adu atara alla kano” which means “It’s not like that.” Me: “Amma, ond sari nan tunni node, yav tara shatadu nintide, nin tullu ollage hakoke chance kodu, papa aa mole hubbata irodna nodu aduke anubhava agoku bidu, mashuya akondu iro boundaries inda horage bandu nina dehada sukada bage youchne madu” which means “Mom, just once look at my dick, how hard it stands for you. Give me the chance to enter your pussy. Poor melons are waiting hard and they also want to be felt. Leave the boundaries we created and experience the pleasure your body deserves.” Mom was completely aroused by words. She kept her hands on my dick. Me: “Aha, ningu aase ide, kanna bitu nana tuni nodu sujatha, bichla nina towel na, torsu nina kobbida dehna, yarigu kodade irodkinta nin magana hasida tunnige kodu, aa enta maikattu, swanta magana tunne eddu neilute alla sujatha” which means “Aha, you also have desire. Open your eyes and see my hard penis Sujatha. Shall I remove your towel? Show me your beauty. Giving to your own son is better than not giving to anyone. You have such a figure that your own son’s dick is hard for you.” Mom: “Yenu ninu tunni, yestondu dappa, nange amma magana feel beda, nana ondu henna anta nodu, towel suttkondu bandiru nana bethelu madu, hasida bayinda mole na chipi, tullu na keyiboru nana raja” which means “Wow, what a penis you have… such a great size. I don’t want mom son feeling. Treat me as a woman who is starving for sex. Make me nude. Cup my breast with your thirsty mouth and fuck me. Treat me as your slave.” Me: “Suji, istu helidre saku, nina tutigalu… ahhh ummm, gatiga tabiko suji ahha nina Sonta, nina Tikka antru, ivatu ninge swarga thorustini” which means “Suji, this much is enough. Your lips… ahh… ummm. Hold tightly Suji… ahh… your waist, your navel. Tonight I will show you heaven.” Slowly, I took the towel and kissed her boobs. They are so smooth and I’m pressing the other one. Slowly, I shifted my concentration to her lower part. Wow, her juices are coming out from her pussy. Imagine your mom is so wet for you and ready to get fucked. I was on cloud nine. I started eating her pussy. She couldn’t tolerate it and she cummed on my face. It was more than half a liter. My dick was so hard. I pushed her on the bed and spread her legs. She was showing more horny feelings and I could see her facial expression. I started pushing my dick inside her pussy and rammed it for 20 minutes. It was intense and I fucked her like no tomorrow. I was very happy, even Sujatha also. Finally, I broke her boundaries and her pussy too. ***** Let’s continue my life story in the next parts. Thanks!