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Jay lay alone on his bed, wide awake at 3 AM. His hands reached out to the other half of the bed, wanting to feel the presence of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Rakhi. It had been almost a week since she left their house to stay with her parents. Jay knew a divorce was now imminent.
Whenever Jay thought of Rakhi, he couldn’t help but think about her voluptuous 34D breasts, fairer than her face. Her medium brown nipples formed the most alluring udder he had ever seen. His 7” dick rose to salute the image in his mind.
He just reached out and grabbed a flashlight. The bed was strewn with various male sex toys, including Venus, cock rings, artificial vaginas, etc.
Down in the dumps from the impending doom of his marriage, Jay could only think of relieving himself multiple times a day. He did not even hold back on his moans while orgasming. Something that concerned his mother, whose bedroom was adjacent to her son’s.
Neelam, Jay’s mom, knew about the perils of loneliness, having lost her husband to an accident before she turned 40! She never turned to another man and made her kids her whole world. So now, 15 years later, seeing the similar depression devouring her son tugged at her heartstrings.
She had tried everything at her end, including begging Rakhi to return home, but to no avail. The initial 4-5 days since Rakhi left were filled with angry noises coming from Jay’s bedroom. Neelam tried her best to support her son, but he just shut her off.
The days were marked by angry outbursts from Jay in his bedroom. The night’s air carried hollowed moans as Jay indulged in repeated orgasms to deal with the pain of heartbreak.
The next 2 days were a period of grief with no angry outbursts but cries of sorrow. But the night routine remained the same. This continued for almost a week.
After a week, one morning when Neelam woke up, Jay was not in the house. Worried, she called him, but he assured her that he would return home at night. When the doorbell rang at night, Neelam opened the door. She froze in her place, horrified.
For the first time, she saw her son coming home completely inebriated. He could barely walk. Neelam supported him as he shuffled across from the main door to his bedroom. Neelam lay her son down on the bed and tried to remove his tie.
Jay did the unthinkable as he grabbed at his mother’s bosom and squeezed her breasts. Neelam stepped back in horror! She instinctively slapped Jay, but it did not affect him as he smiled with his eyes half shut. Neelam realised that he was not in his senses.
She went back near him and resumed removing his tie and shoes so that her son could sleep peacefully. Jay, completely oblivious to the situation, once again grabbed at his mother’s ample breasts and squeezed them. Neelam didn’t know how to react.
She was angry, but at the same time, was also aware that her son was not in his senses. She removed his tie and shoes and left him to sleep. Once back in her bedroom, she stood in front of the mirror and slapped herself. Not once but twice. She was ashamed to look at herself in the mirror.
She reached between her legs from above her saree, and realised that her panties were wet. She was extremely angry with herself for getting turned on by her son groping her boobs. She stripped off her saree, blouse, petticoat, bra and panty, changing into her nighty. All the while abusing herself, she retired to bed.
She was unable to shrug off the wetness as the scene of her son groping her breasts kept playing in her mind. For the last 15 years, Neelam had given up on sex completely. Despite being fair and beautiful, she had a curvy figure that drew eyes everywhere she went.
She wanted to remain faithful to her husband even after his death and solely focused on her 2 children, Jay and Priti.
Even after both her kids had married and settled down, Neelam had not thought about sex at all until tonight. Suddenly, she got up from her bed and once again stood in front of the mirror. She slowly began removing her nighty. She was fully naked underneath.
Neelam’s 36DD boobs were saggy now and fell a little over her tummy. Her tummy had a bit of a protrusion. Below it was the super hairy pussy, which she had not used for anything except urination for 15 years! Neelam caressed her whole body with her own hands.
It gave her goosebumps, ultimately reaching for her pussy. Her fingers navigated through her pubic forest, finally touching the outer lips of her pussy. She continued to look at herself and fingered her pussy. To her shock, she imagined her own son, Jay, standing beside her.
Fully naked, kissing her neck and groping her breasts, while his dick touched his mother’s thighs. Neelam could no longer control it, and within seconds, she orgasmed. Neelam’s eyes rolled up, and her legs shook. She fell to the floor, moaning in pleasure.
15 years of suppressed orgasms hit her like waves after waves. Although too weak from an intense climax, she did not stop fingering her pussy. Finally, after a few minutes, she caught her breath and calmed down. Regaining her composure, Neelam smiled while looking at herself in the mirror.
Normally, she would have felt guilty for sexualising motherhood. But the intensity of the orgasm and the feeling of relief and comfort negated the guilt. She felt so addicted to the dopamine release that within minutes, she once again masturbated her pussy.
This time, using her hairbrush, she had a relatively less intense but still amazing orgasm. Smiling while still lying on the floor in front of the mirror, Neelam drifted off to sleep. She was awakened at around 6 AM by a sound she had familiarised herself with for a week but dreaded a lot.
Her son was once again moaning, probably getting off to orgasms. He could not do it last night, being very drunk. She got up, washed herself, and once again was worried sick about her son. Almost an hour passed, and Jay was still at it, having cum at least thrice.
Neelam had had enough. She put on her nighty and set off for her son’s bedroom, wanting to confront him and pleading to stop all this. However, when she reached the door, Neelam stood still. She neither attempted to open the door nor did she knock on it.
With guilt riding her mind, she unwillingly bent and peered through the keyhole. She hated herself for what she was doing, but it was as if an unknown sexual energy was forcing her to do all this. Under the bedroom light, Neelam could see her son, Jay, fully naked on the bed.
He was using an artificial pussy toy on his dick with one hand and looking at something on his phone with the other. For the first time, Neelam saw her son’s naked adult dick, and she immediately started dripping from her pussy. Neelam could not help but touch her pussy, while looking at her son masturbating.
Within minutes, Jay gave out another loud moan as he cum inside the artificial pussy toy. Hearing her son moan and cum, Neelam could not hold it either. Covering her mouth with one hand, she too cum standing right outside her son’s bedroom, looking at her son’s naked dick.
Jay lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Neelam had tears in her eyes. The guilt of masturbating, looking at her son, mixed with the helplessness she felt for her son’s situation. She stood straight and wiped off her tears. She had had enough and decided to take the bold step ahead.
She opened the door and walked into Jay’s bedroom. Usually, Jay kept his door locked, but since he had slept drunk last night, he had not locked his door. Jay fumbled on seeing his mother walk in and tried to cover himself. Neelam sat down beside Jay on the bed.
He rudely asked her to leave him alone. Neelam gently caressed Jay’s head, wanting to calm him down. With a jerk, Jay pushed away his mother’s hand.
Neelam then slapped her son. Jay was not expecting this at all and stared in disbelief at his mother. She had not raised her hand at him in the last 15 years! He had no recollection of his mother slapping him last night, as he was very drunk.
Neelam- “Tujhe pata hai tune kal kya kiya?”
[Do you know what you did yesterday?]
Jay- “Haa… sorry maine sharaab pi”
[Yes… I’m sorry, I was drunk.]
Neelam- “Sharaab pike ghar aake tune kya kiya tujhe nahi pata?”
[You don’t know what you did after coming home drunk?]
Jay gave a surprised look to his mother. He really did not remember that while drunk, he had groped his mom’s breasts from above her saree, not once but twice. Neelam understood he genuinely did not recollect.
She took Jay’s hand, placed it on her left breast and squeezed his fingers. Jay was aghast, pulling back his hand.
Neelam- “Kyu kya hua? Jab tune kal raat ko ye kiya tha tab toh tujhe sharam nahi aayi, fir ab kyu?”
[What happened? When you had no shame in doing this yesterday night, then why feel ashamed now?]
Jay, still stunned at what had just happened, realised what he had done in his drunken state last night. After a few minutes of silence and avoiding eye contact with his mother, Jay burst out into tears. He apologised to his mother with folded hands.
Neelam could no longer control herself and hugged her son tightly. Jay, forgetting he is still naked, hugged his mom back, still crying his eyes out. Breaking the hug, Neelam held her son’s face in her hands and kissed his forehead, asking him to calm down and that she forgave him.
She suddenly looked down and saw her son’s flaccid dick slowly getting hard. Neelam continued to wipe her son’s tears and kissed his forehead and cheeks. But then suddenly, she placed her lips on her son’s. They did not kiss. Both of them just froze. None of them pulled back.
After staring at each other for a minute or two in the same state, they both gave in. Neelam sucked her son’s lower lip while Jay sucked his mother’s upper lip. Jay reached out and grabbed his mother’s breasts as his tongue entered her mouth, fighting with hers.
Neelam ran her hands all over her son’s upper body, rubbing his chest and arms. This is the first time in 15 years that Neelam was touching a man sexually and was getting touched by one. The sexual fire suppressed for almost 2 decades flared up.
Neelam almost became a dominatrix, eating her son’s lips and tongue and aggressively caressing his body. Jay, indulging in his own aggressive form of lust stemming from the heartbreak, tore off his mother’s nighty and threw it away. Both the mother and son were fully naked now in each other’s arms.
As the rays of the morning sun lit up the bedroom, the mother and son wished each other a good morning of new lust, love and relationship. Neelam immediately took her son’s hand and guided it down to her hairy pussy. Jay’s hands became fully wet as if he had put his fingers under running tap water.
Neelam’s pussy was flowing with wetness. The touch of her son’s hand down there and his tongue in her mouth was all too much to handle. Neelam orgasmed on her son’s bed on his fingers while being touched by him. Jay took his fingers to his mouth to taste his own mother’s pussy juices.
Neelam felt shy seeing her son lick her orgasm off his fingers. Neelam finally reached out and grabbed her son’s dick. Her entire body shivered, akin to small electric shocks running through it at the touch of her son’s manhood.
Jay played with his mother’s breasts and nipples while she rubbed his dick up and down. After a minute or two, Jay kissed his mom’s face and then pushed her head down towards his dick. Neelam, hesitant for a few seconds, gave in and licked the tip of her son’s dick.
She then opened her mouth wide to take it all in. Jay’s dick, which was 80% erect, stood up tall inside his mother’s mouth. Neelam felt like a magician as her licking and sucking had made her son’s dick fully erect. Although out of practice, she tried her best to pleasure her son with a good blowjob.
Jay continued to caress his mother’s back and reached out to fondle his mother’s huge ass cheeks. Being a quick learner and driven by pure love and lust for her son, Neelam gave one heck of a blowjob, and even though Jay had cum 4 times in the past hour and a half, he shot his cum inside his mother’s mouth.
Neelam proudly drank it all and gave it a few more licks as if cleaning her son’s dick of the cum. She then looked up at her son, smiling, her lips still having traces of his cum. Neelam bent a bit and started licking her son’s chest. She took his nipples in her mouth.
She licked them gently, and she later sucked them hard, drawing moans of pleasure and slight pain from her son. Jay, pleasantly surprised at his mother’s sluttiness, was now eager to see the hole he had come out of into this world. He lay Neelam on the bed and spread her legs.
Neelam kept telling him no as she had not shaved down there for years. But he was blinded by his mother’s sexy body and lust. Jay licked Neelam’s inner thighs, running shivers through her body. He gently licked and caressed her thighs as he made his way up towards his mother’s pussy.
Once nearly there, he brushed the pubic hair aside to look at his mother’s garden of birth. Neelam caressed her son’s hair as he looked transfixed at her vulva. Overcome with lust, Jay buried his head deep between Neelam’s thighs, eating away at his birth hole.
Jay’s tongue worked wonders as he shot it directly inside Neelam’s inner pussy walls, licking her clitoris. Neelam’s legs shivered, getting an out-of-body experience with her own son licking the hole that birthed him 30 years ago. Jay kept licking and literally eating his mother’s clitoris.
He was stretching out his hands upwards and covering both of his mother’s breasts with his hands, caressing her nipples. Neelam moaned out loudly as her entire body responded positively to her son’s acts of intense foreplay.
The moment her moans pitched up, Jay knew his mother was very close to another orgasm. He suddenly stopped licking her. Neelam threw an angry look at her son and slapped him.
Neelam- “Ruk kyu gaya madarchod, chaalu raakh chaatna”
[Why did you stop, motherfucker? Keep licking.]
Hearing such abusive words from his mother’s mouth gave a boost to Jay’s already erect dick. He quickly came on top of his mother, lowering himself on her and squeezing her body under his. He then guided his dick and, with one strong thrust, partly entered his mother’s pussy.
Neelam was not anticipating this and immediately experienced a sudden gush of pleasure. Her sight blacked out as her eyes rolled up. She lost all energy in her arms, which held her son’s back, and now fell to her either side. She felt dizzy as the strongest wave of orgasm passed through her body.
It was more intense than even the first orgasm she had had last night after 15 years. Neelam stopped moaning and could only mumble as her pussy secreted her juices right on her son’s half-inserted dick.
Jay smiled, looking at his mother experience such a heavy orgasm with barely one third of his dick inside her pussy. Jay leaned forward and kissed his mother’s lips gently, giving her time to recover from the pleasure.
Neelam took a few minutes to open her eyes again. She looked at her son, beaming with pride for the kind of satisfaction he had just given her. She grabbed her son’s face and kissed and ate his lips. She kissed him all over his face.
Smiling, Jay gave another thrust. Some more of his dick penetrated his mother’s pussy, but not entirely. 15 years of abstinence from sex had made Neelam’s pussy as tight as that of a virgin girl. Neelam experienced both pain and pleasure from her son’s dick trying to make its way into her pussy.
She signalled her son with her eyes to continue. Finally, one big thrust and the whole of Jay’s dick now rested inside his mother’s pussy. Neelam closed her eyes and screamed as if her son had just taken her virginity. Jay stopped for a few seconds, then began fucking his mother.
Neelam opened her eyes and saw her own son going back and forth on top of her as he fucked her pussy. She dug her nails into her son’s back, trying to match his thrusts with the movement of her hips.
The mother and son looked right into each other’s eyes as they copulated like lovers, having crossed the boundary of a mother-son bond long ago. Jay increased his speed, leaning over his mother’s body, licking her nipples.
Sensing he is close to orgasm, Neelam grabbed her son’s ass. She pulled him in as much as she could, not wanting to leave space for anything between them.
Jay gave one final look at his mom, as if asking for her permission. She understood and responded by locking her legs around her son’s waist, allowing him to cum inside his own mother’s pussy.
Ropes of cum spurted out of Jay’s dick and hit his mother’s pussy walls. Neelam felt a sense of accomplishment and acceptance. She couldn’t help but cry tears of joy as her own son cum inside her.
Jay collapsed next to his mother. They both were spent, but content. Embracing and kissing on the lips. The mother and son slept naked in each other’s arms, fully satisfied, accepting their new relationship.
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