I still cant believe Im writing this down, but it happened, and I need to get it out. Im 23, living back home in our small apartment in Mumbai after finishing college. Mom is 46, a typical Indian mothercurvy, with thick black hair she always ties in a loose bun, full breasts that strain against her cotton sarees, and hips that sway when she walks around the house doing chores. Dad works offshore on an oil rig, gone for months at a time. It was just the two of us.
The heat in our flat was brutal that summer. One night I came home late from a friends place, a little drunk, and found Mom in the living room in just a thin nightie. The fabric clung to her body because of the sweat. Her nipples were dark and obvious through the cloth. She looked up from folding clothes and smiled that soft, tired smile she always gives me.
Arjun, youre back. Eat something?
I shook my head and sat beside her on the sofa. Our thighs touched. Neither of us moved away. We talked about nothing for a whileher day, my job huntuntil the conversation died and the only sound was the fan. Her hand rested on my knee.
I dont know who leaned in first, but suddenly we were kissing. Hard. Her mouth tasted like the paan she sometimes chews after dinner. My tongue pushed past her lips and she moaned into me.
Mom pulled back for a second, breathing fast. Beta, this is wrong. But her hand was already sliding up my thigh to the bulge in my jeans. She squeezed. So wrong.
I didnt answer. I just pulled the nightie up and over her head. Her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples stiff. I sucked one into my mouth while my hand went between her legs. She was wet already, the thin strip of hair above her pussy damp. Two fingers slid inside her easily. She was tight and hot, clenching around me.
Fuck, Mom, I groaned against her tit. She gasped at the word.
She fumbled with my zipper, freed my cock, and wrapped her fingers around it. Her grip was firm, stroking me slow and steady while I finger-fucked her. The wet sounds her pussy made were filthy in the quiet room.
Ive thought about this, she whispered. When your father is gone. I touch myself thinking about you.
That broke whatever was left of my control. I pushed her down on the sofa, spread her thick thighs, and buried my face between them. Her cunt tasted musky and sweet. I licked her clit in fast circles, then sucked it while two fingers pumped deep. Mom grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth.
Arjun yes eat your mothers pussy.
I kept going until her legs shook and she came hard, flooding my tongue. Before she could catch her breath I climbed over her, lined up my cock, and pushed inside. She was burning hot and so fucking wet. Inch by inch I sank into her until my balls rested against her ass.
We both moaned at the same time. I started thrusting, hard and deep. The sofa creaked under us. Moms breasts bounced with every stroke. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
Harder, she begged. Fuck me like you mean it.
I gave her everything. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her stomach. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, and when she came again she screamed my name, her pussy squeezing my cock like a fist.
I didnt last much longer. I pulled out at the last second and came all over her belly and tits, thick ropes of cum painting her brown skin. Mom rubbed it into herself, looking up at me with glassy eyes.
We didnt stop there. That night we moved to her bed. She rode me, saree petticoat still around her waist, tits swinging in my face while she bounced on my cock. Later I took her from behind, gripping her wide hips and watching my dick disappear into her again and again. She kept whispering dirty things in Hindi mixed with EnglishChod mujhe, beta fuck your mummyuntil I filled her pussy for the first time.
Afterward we lay tangled together, breathing hard. She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.
This stays between us, she said softly. But I dont want it to stop.
It didnt. Every night after that we found each other. Sometimes quick and rough in the kitchen while dinner simmered. Sometimes slow and deep in her bed, her legs wrapped around me while I whispered how much I loved her cunt. She taught me what she likedhow to tease her clit just right, how deep she wanted it, how she loved when I came inside her and then licked it out.
I know its wrong. I know we can never tell anyone. But every time she looks at me now with that secret smile, every time she brushes past me and lets her hand linger on my cock through my pants, I know were both addicted.
And Im not stopping. Neither is she.
