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This is a story of me, I
am Mallika and I am 43 now, I am writing this story specially for
desipapa.com as my son's need to share our experience with his favourite
website. It all started when I was about 42. I was happily married with my
husband and our only son Ramesh. On an unfaithful day I lost my husband due
to an illness. I was pretty devastated as is my son Ramesh. We could not
live anymore in that town so we sold our house. My son got a transfer to a
remote village and we both moved and settled there. My son was 21 then and
he is already working and earning well.
Since Ramesh started
working he gave us parents 2000 rupees a month from his salary. This was an
agreement his dad made with him and pledged. He kept doing so even after his
dad passed away. 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 weird 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 against 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 didn’t 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! That’s why! He is the man of the house
and I am his dependent. My head started spinning. I could not accept
Ramesh's perverseness.
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 fulfill my sexual desires, as I don’t have a partner
anymore. That thought gave me tickles in my pussy. But then my moral
consciousness 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 violated. 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… 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 rapes 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 raped 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 months 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! Hope you enjoyed my story
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