Desi Sex Stories It was in August 1994 that my mom passed away. As a kid, I could never fathom the depth of that loss. They say I cried for days after that. We had to get over the grief to continue our lives; though it took some time, we did.
But soon, taking care of me and his own professional responsibilities proved tiring and exhausting for my dad. So, as per the advice given to him by our relatives, he decided to get married a second time. Soon they found a good alliance for him, and 3 months later he was married again.
Nirmala, my new mother, was just 21 years old when she came to our family: average height, fair skin, above-average boobs. I couldn’t measure those days, but it turned out to be 38D years later, as she gained weight when I measured her. Really soft-spoken too.
She soon took charge of the family and started taking care of me like her own blood. For me, I was hesitant at the beginning, which even made her sad, but soon enough we got close. Her entry changed our lives once again, and 2 years later she gave birth to a beautiful girl, my stepsister.
Now we were a family of 4, and unbelievable happiness poured upon us, enjoying each passing time. She was an educated woman but really never bothered to work, as she never needed to take on those responsibilities.
So, it was just the household chores that she was up to, and that even gave her more time to take care of her physique and health. She was a physically fit woman with perfect curves and a face without even a pimple. She always wore a salwar at home, fully cladded without showing off anything except her face.
Talking about me, I was never an upbeat boy at my school, an average student with average marks. I was less talkative in class and not at all talkative towards girls, with an average physique. But since the day my stepmom came into our lives, I got really close to her; we were like best friends.
We played games and watched TV shows; she took care of all my needs. But as I was growing up, my feelings towards her started increasing, and it started crossing the line from friendship. I started feeling a deeper attraction towards her.
As many of my classmates started hanging out with girls, I felt like getting closer and closer to Mom. I just started feeling an urge to be close to her as much as possible. Wherever she went, I would go along with her, like to the market, functions, etc. Even she felt the same way.
With time passing, we both got so close that she would never let me leave alone anywhere. School picnics, Late-night playing, going for a movie with friends, etc and she would never allow me to go, and I truly liked it.
My sister would do all those things without any barriers and would always make fun of me. But she didn’t know that deep inside I loved to be with my Stepmom all the time. Even our relatives would call us inseparable.
Time passed by, and our happy lives did too. By the time I reached my Graduate age, I was in love with my Stepmom. Every day I would dream about having her as my wife, as my lover, as my sex partner.
The only good thing at that time was that, despite the one-sided crush, she was with me all the time; we were living in the same home, so I could see her and talk to her whenever I wanted to. But I wanted her so badly I would jack off daily thinking about making love to her.
But it was far more difficult than anything. I would keep staring at her wherever she went and whatever she did. My main pastime on weekdays was watching her. The way her lips moved, the way her ass swayed while walking. The only frustrating thing for me was that I could never see her cleavage.
She always wore a shawl over her salwar, so her boobs were always covered, and several of my attempts to see them just failed. I was tempted to hug her and kiss her many times. But being my stepmom automatically sets a gap for the stepson to touch her, and being in India, it’s considered a taboo zone.
My frustration started rising on a daily basis as I turned 21. I was begging to have her, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I decided to take the chance and start getting closer to her. I started touching her, giving small hugs carefully, massaging her hair, and she liked it too.
I was taking full advantage of my crush. It was a hot afternoon in May. Summer was clearly rotting us all, and I was busy with my final exam preparations. We lived in a 3BHK apartment with 3 separate bedrooms. I usually studied in my own room, locked.
Long, tiring hours of studying made me incredibly thirsty, and I decided to have some cold water from the kitchen. On my way, I heard Mom humming a song in her room, and as a crush, I could not help but stop myself from going there and having a chat.
At the entrance, I stopped and started staring at her. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, turning away from the door. She was all sweaty from the heat; she had no shawl, sweat drops were all over her back, her hair was dry, and she was waving a paper fan to tackle the heat while humming.
I was crazy as hell; it was the first time I saw her sweaty, and it drove me nuts. I was determined to go. “Ma, it’s really hot na?” I asked as I went near her. “Yes da, it’s too hot,” she said smilingly. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her bare, sweaty cleavage.
Man, her boobs were really big, and now she had turned 41 and gained weight, so the added fat made her figure more visible and her boobs bigger too. I sat close to her. “Ma, give me that; I will wave it for you,” I said. “Thank you, beta,” she said, smiling.
As I waved her, her hair started flowing, her sweat started dripping straight into her cleavage, flowing between her gaps. I was so tempted to kiss her. “What to do? I can’t control,” I thought. After waiting for some time, she said: “Ok, you go and study; I will wait for you.”
I was disappointed, but I got the view. Taking a bold step, I kissed her forehead, which surprised her a bit, but after a smile, she held my face and gave me a kiss in return. “Go and study, my lovely boy.”
I masturbated more than 3 times that day; her kiss blew me away, and I was more than determined to make her my wife. The next day, we were both alone at home again, as my sister was busy with her studies at the library and Dad was off to work.
After waking up, I went straight to the kitchen; my love was doing the chores again, sweating due to the summer heat, driving me crazy. I brought the towel and started wiping her sweat from behind. She was more than happy about it.
“Thank you, beta. You take so much care of me,” she said, turning around. I didn’t stop. After wiping her back, I started wiping her face and her throat too.
“I love you, ma,” I said without thinking. She just smiled and turned. “Ma, I love you,” I said again as I wiped her sweat.
“I know what you are feeling,” she replied. I hugged her from behind and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “But we can’t do it, beta. It’s bad; it’s a sin,” she said. I was offended a bit. “No, ma, a man can love whichever woman he wants; it’s not a sin,” I said.
She didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ma, tell me you love me. I want to make you my wife.”
“What?” she laughed and said, Pagal, I am already married, and I raised you.”
“I know, Ma, Ma; that’s why I love you. You are the only woman of my life, and I want you to be mine for the rest,” I said. A silence filled the kitchen for some minutes. “Ok, let me think. Now you go and study,” she said.
I left with my heart full of happiness, and I felt like a king. Since she didn’t object, I knew for sure she had the same feelings for me, and I finally achieved the 50%. I continued to concentrate on studies, and our relationship started to change,
She became friendlier, and we would laugh, share jokes, and also make fun of each other when alone. I felt relieved in my mind that atleast she now knew what feelings I had about her, and she is the woman who raised me, so I was completely safe.
A few days passed by, and one morning she came and sat near my bed as I was studying. “Only after your sister joins the hostel,” she said. I was confused. I closed the book and asked, “Why, ma?”
She turned towards me. “I said only after your sister joins the college and starts staying at the hostel, we will enter into a relationship.” I was struck by a lightning bolt; I couldn’t believe my ears. She finally fell for me and accepted my love. “Maa, I am so, so, so happy now,” and tried to kiss her.
But she objected, “I told you, only after she leaves,” and pinched my cheek.
“Now concentrate on your studies,” she said smilingly and left. It was the day I was waiting for. I eagerly waited for my sister to join the course.
After the acceptance of the proposal, everything changed between us. I would look into Mom’s eyes whenever she was doing something. She would give a shy smile. When Dad and my sister were around, I would tease Mom by giving a flying kiss. She would give a shy, angry look, telling me not to do it.
I tried to grab her in the kitchen during our dinner time, which she struggled to get away from; I enjoyed each and every single day. My sister left for the hostel on Sunday. On Monday morning, my father left for work, and it was my day. I freshened up, and wearing only my boxers, I went to my parents’ bedroom.
Mom was standing near the window looking outside; her ass was inviting me. I didn’t stop, went there, gave a tight hug, and started kissing her throat. “Ah,” she moaned. Soon I was all over her. I started licking her bare back with my tongue.
I was tasting every particle of her back. I licked and licked, and she was moaning uncontrollably. I turned her and removed her shawl and threw it away. I unhooked her salwar and threw it away too. She was wearing a white bra, and her bigger boobs couldn’t adjust in it.
Seconds later, her bra flew to the ground, and her 41-year-old boobs were dangling. Grabbing both, I started squeezing and sucking her nipples. I just wanted to eat both melons, so I started biting and sucking at the same time.
“Awww, beta, be careful,” she moaned.
Moments later she was free of her panties, and I just flew her on the bed and started sucking her body. Licking her boobs, tasting her lips, I dragged my tongue straight towards her wet pussy. It was dripping with wetness, and there were some drops on her pussy hair too.
I licked it like I was licking an ice cream. “Ah.” She was moaning loudly, and she was exploding with pleasure. I spat on her pussy hole and opened it; it was clear pink inside. I inserted my tongue and started sucking it. She was shivering in pleasure, and moans continued.
After a 15-minute-long licking, I raised my head and saw her pussy drenched in my spit and her wetness. I could take it no longer. I held my dick, took it to the entrance, and rubbed it on the outside. “Ooh,” Mom cried.
It was the time; with one desperate push, my dick was inside Mom’s wet and drenched pussy. “Ah, oh god! Mom cried. After a second pause, I started humping her. She kept on shivering as I started increasing the speed of my pumping.
All the porn I watched, all the fantasy I thought was finally becoming true. I was fucking my stepmom, the feeling itself increased my speed of humping.
As I was fucking her, her eyes filled with tears of joy. I kissed her eyes and sucked the tears and increased the fucking speed.
“Aah, son, please,” her broken voice moaned, finally exploding into a scream. My dick sprayed the cum, unstoppable to any forces, leaving her mouth wide open in ecstasy. I thought the cum would never stop, but it did, and I collapsed on her drenched boobs.
It took a minute for her to recollect what just happened, and after some time she started massaging my hair. A symbol that she had finally accepted me as her man, and I smiled.
After about 15 minutes, that apartment started echoing again with loud moans of my and Mom’s fuck session. The considerably old double-cot bed rocked as the mom-son duo humped. The bed on which she and dad slept for decades was now rocking as I kept pumping my dick in mom.
The whole room was filled with Mom’s orgasm cry. As we fucked rigorously, the sound of her bangles getting banged added more to it. The sex session went on for 2 hours.
“Ma, let’s go for a holiday, only you and me,” I said as she was dressing herself and I was sitting on the bed.
“Pagal, first let the exams be over, and your dad won’t allow both of us to travel.”
I was disappointed. She stood near me and caressed my hair. She said, “Why disappointed, beta? We are together; we can make love whenever we want.” I was happy again as she said that. I once again grabbed her boobs, now with the shawl over them, and kissed them.
“Ok enough now. Let me make food; you go and study. I don’t want you to fail.” She went away with a smile, and I left to freshen up. That day, after lunch, the bedroom rocked again with moans and humping as we fucked 4 times that day before Dad came back.
I passed the exam and became a graduate, and found a job too. My sister fell in love with some guy, and we were forced to get her married soon. Dad left for our native village after retiring from his job.
So it was just a world of Mom and me. We continued our relationship with daily sex adventures, new experiments, and lived like a happy husband and wife. Thank You
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