Incest/Taboo Ramu, His Amma and a Blackmailer

Another mother-son incest story. All situations are made up and are fictional. Lots of scenes of taboo and incestuous sex between mother and son. Please do not read further if you are offended by such stories. Trying to come up with situations where a mother and her son would have sex. Comments and suggestions for other situations are welcome.

Ramu cursed the traffic as he rushed back from home on his two wheeler. Even in this small town, the roads had become congested with cars and other vehicles. His anxiety increased as he weaved through the crowded road. He wanted to reach home soon and hear what his amma had to say about his appa's condition and her meeting with the doctor.

His appa had started complaining about pain in his stomach starting about two years earlier. When it became obvious that it was not a simple stomach ache or problem, they started getting concerned. They consulted with various doctors and did the necessary tests. For two years they did what the local doctors and specialists told them to do. It was draining, physically, mentally and financially. The situation at home was very tense and stressful, with the lone earning member in bed, and the two children not yet out of school and college. But somehow they managed to pull through as a family, with no one to rely on or to ask for help. Ramu finished college and got a job in IT in a local multi-national company as a support specialist, and Rani got admitted to the nursing college with a scholarship and was away in the hostel. When all seemed lost and people started saying that his appa's days were numbered, they finally were directed to a specialist, Dr. GRS, in a town a short distance away, who gave them some hope.

Dr. GRS had finally made the diagnosis that the issue was with appa's digestive system, and a growth had formed in his intestine that had to be removed or something like that. It sounded easy, but was a lot more complex. A surgery was required to remove the offending growth and then a prolonged postoperative treatment was needed. All this was expensive but Ramu and his family had made arrangements and could handle this financial burden.

Dr. GRS was a great surgeon. People made the trek from all parts of the country to his hospital for treatment. The waitlist was long but since appa's condition was very critical, Ramu's family hoped they could get to the front of the list. That was what his amma went to discuss with the doctor that day. Ramu could not go as he was new at the job and was in an important training. His appa could not go as he was bed-ridden and tired most days. His younger sister, Rani, was still in college.

Reaching home, Ramu saw the expression on his amma's face and knew something was not right.

"Amma," he asked. "What happened? What did the doctor say? Will we get the appointment? Did we fix the room and date for the operation? Tell me, amma."

"Wait, Ramu. First eat, then I will tell...." Vidya said. But Ramu knew she was avoiding something.

"No, amma! This is important. Tell me what Dr. GRS said!"

"Aiyoh, Ramu!" His amma said in a hushed voice. "Keep your voice down. Don't want appa to get disturbed. Ramu..," She hesitated. "I...I..I think we should go to some other doctor.."

"What!" Ramu exclaimed. "Why, amma, why? We had all this planned. We are even ready to sell that ancestral property to take care of the expenses. There is no other doctor. The next one is in the Big City and you know we cannot take him there. We have no one there and the expenses will be twice what we have in hand. I cannot leave work, Rani cannot leave college. Why, amma? Tell me, what is the problem?"

"Oh! Aiyoh! Ramu," His amma sat down on the divan. "That doctor..he..he..is not a good man...."

"What? Good man? What do you mean? He is the best surgeon in this part of the country for this kind of treatment!"

"Maybe so, Ramu," Amma replied. "He may be a good doctor but he is..is...not..morally..good. He..he." she stammered.

"What, amma, what? What did he say? Did he want more money than we agreed...?"

"No, no," Amma said. "It is not the money. He.. he..,aiyoh! How can I say it?"

"It's okay, amma," Ramu went and sat next to her and held her hand. "Tell me..tell me what he said."

So Vidya told her son what Dr. GRS had said.

Ramu was shocked beyond belief. He was stunned into silence at what he heard.

"See, Ramu. I told you. So what do you want me to do? Should I agree.."

"NO! Amma, no!" Ramu shot back. "Don't even think..I can't believe you and I are talking about this. Okay, Okay. let me think.."

After some time he nodded to his amma. "Yes, we definitely have to change the doctor. Let's make plans to go to the Big City. It will be expensive. But it is appa's life we are talking about here. We can take some loans..and.."

So mother and son discussed options and then went to sleep.

Ramu tossed and turned in his bed all night. By morning, he had another plan in his head. He was afraid that his amma may not agree, because what he was going to suggest was not exactly legal. But it was worth a shot.

Next morning Ramu told his amma his plan. To his great surprise, his amma agreed, but only after she asked a lot of questions and was satisfied with his answers.

Vidya went to meet Dr. GRS that afternoon.

He greeted her warmly in his consultation room, And then he sent his nurse away and took Vidya to another very small, private room at the back. She followed him nervously.

She was aware of his eyes as they roamed all over her body. She felt violated in his presence. He sneered at her, enjoying her embarrassment.

"So," he started. "Do you agree with what I said then? Did you tell anybody? No, no. How could you have? Okay. You do this, and I will put your husband on the top of the list for treatment. Okay?"

Vidya stuttered and stammered, "What, what should I.. do you want me to..do?"

"Ha ha," Dr. GRS laughed softly. "Just let me do what a man does to a woman. You know all that. You are married..."

But Vidya wanted him to say it. Their plan depended on that.

She repeated, trying not to arouse his suspicion. "You mean, you want me to.."

He was suddenly irritated. "What do you think, woman? Do you think I want you to cook for me? Eh? Wash my clothes. I want you to spread your legs for me. I want you to take me inside you. Inside all your holes. Is that clear enough?!"

"Aiyoh..Why..why me? I..I..am just a simple..housewife..I..I. am..."

Dr. GRS said in a lewd manner, "That's what I like and want. Simple women, housewives, small town married, mature women. I have always wanted that. I don't care for modern women, with their thin, wasted bodies and dresses and perfumes and manners. My wife was like you, a simple pretty village girl. But now look at her. All skin and bones and no fat, doing everything in the name of being healthy, taking medicines and injections, going to the gym and building muscles..no hair on her body except on her head...ha! Who wants that..not me! It is not you that I want. Who do you think you are? Mona Lisa? Cleopatra?.. Ha ha.. It is what you represent. I find women like you more desirable. Tell me, is your husband the only man who has fucked you ..."

Vidya was stunned at the crudeness of his language. She looked up sharply, and he once again laughed. "Yes, yes.. I know...I know..I will show you what you all are missing. One session with me and you will....haha.."

"Aiyoh.. What if people find out.."

"No one will. I promise you that. This is not the first time I have had women do this for me..."

"Only..only..once..please..I am not that kind of woman. I am doing this out of desperation..our lives depend on my husband"

"Hah!" Dr. GRS said. "Let's start with one time..I have had women come back for more..who knows.." His eyes burned into her, undressing her as he spoke. "You seem to be a nice, healthy woman. Not too much fat or bulges. In fact, I think you are more fit than any other woman I have had recently."

Vidya felt his eyes on her breasts and belly and thighs and she tried to adjust her dress as much as she could. This just drew another snicker from the man ogling her blatantly from three meters away. "Hmmm, not bad. I would like to see what it is you are hiding. I am sure you have hair in all the right places, yes? All black and curly and bushy. What kind of panties are you wearing? I can't wait to see! Tell me, has your husband seen you naked? Have you seen him fully naked?" He laughed at her reaction. "I don't think so. Sometimes I am the first person they are naked in front of. And the first fully naked man they have seen. It makes them do wondrous things! You'll see.My god, it's going to be so good."

Vidya was disgusted. She wanted to run away from that room as soon as she could. She was doing this only because of Ramu's diabolical plan. Her skin cringed in the presence of this dirty old man.

He continued, "Okay, I will tell you where and when you should come. I will give you all the details..."

Ramu made his move the next day. He visited Dr. GRS unannounced and without an appointment.

"Ha Ramu," Dr. GRS said, "I met you amma yesterday and gave her all the details. Everything should be fine. I think we can accommodate your appa by the end of this month. All will be good."

Ramu said, "Okay sir. But is this what you discussed with my amma yesterday?" He extended a smartphone. A video was cued to play. He started the video and handed the phone to the doctor.

The doctor stared at the video with an amused expression on his face at first. Then his eyes grew wide and his face turned all red as he realized what he was looking at. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he stammered. "What, why, you bloody son of a bitch.. What is this..how..when.."

"This is what you told my amma yesterday, you sick man. This is you talking, asking my amma to sleep with you. In return for treating my father, you asshole of a person!"

"Get out! What do you think you can do? I will crush you like a cockroach! Take that and get out! You can't prove anything!" Saying that, he threw the phone against the opposite wall, breaking it into pieces. "Get out, and don't come back. Your father is not welcome here! I will not treat him. He will die, you motherfucker! Are you trying to scare me, blackmail me? You'll see what I can do!"

Ramu was calm. He said, "You think that is the only copy I have. I have made many many more. I can easily upload this to the internet in seconds and people will see what kind of man you are. Should I do that? OK I will!" Ramu got up to go.

Dr. GRS hissed, "Sit down, you sisterfucker! What do you want? Eh, tell me. You want money? I have money. You can take your father to another doctor and see what can be done. Is that enough? I will pay for everything. Hospital, room, operation, travel, nurses - everything. Is that what you want, you bastard turd?"

Ramu sat down. And for the next ten minutes he calmly detailed all that he expected the Dr. GRS to do.

He finished by adding, "And doctor, make sure my appa's operation is successful. Because, if anything were to happen to him, the video gets posted on the Internet. And if anything should happen to me or others in my family anytime in the next ten years, the video gets posted on the Internet. You need to be careful, very careful from now on. Do you understand that, you sick fucker!"

Dr. GRS replied with gritted teeth, "Yes, you motherfucker. You have me by the balls now. So you win. We will see what happens in the future. Hmm..You are that, aren't you?"

Now it was Ramu's turn to ask, "What? What am I? What are you saying?"

"You are really a blackmailing motherfucker! Have you fucked her yet?" Dr. GRS hissed.

"Who?" Ramu asked, but he was almost sure of what the other man was insinuating.

"Your mother, you stinking pig shit! Have you fucked your mother yet? Have you tasted her pussy juices? Has she sucked your cock? How did you convince her to join you in this scheme? She is one cunning piece of cunt, I tell you. And your sister, are you a sister fucker as well? I am sure both of them have well oiled holes for you to fu.."

Ramu took two steps towards the doctor and was about to fell him with his fist, but better sense prevailed at the very last second. He pulled his hand back and simply said, "Hey man, you better not mess up the operation. And if anything happens to me or my amma or my sister in any way, you will be done for. All that you have built here, your empire, your family, your future, your legacy - all will go down the drain with one click of a switch. Keep that in mind! And Keep your tiny, old, shriveled dick and balls in your pants."

Ramu could not believe how a man of Dr. GRS stature could behave in such a manner. He was a very dirty man with a very dirty mind. Ramu was glad that his own blackmailing plan was going to work. At last, there will be some peace and quiet at home. Some amount of stress and panic and tension would definitely be reduced knowing that appa would be getting the required treatment.

But something that Dr. GRS had said bothered him. How could that man insinuate that there was a sexual relationship between him and amma? And also with Rani? Only a sick mind could conjure or imagine such a thing.

Ramu, though, felt some amount of guilt. He had not thought about his amma and Rani in those lines. Recently. But he recalled now that he definitely had some dirty thoughts about the women in his house while in his teens. Which boy or man did not. But that was a long, long, very long time ago, when he used to imagine and fantasize about any or all women and girls.

But the recollection of his thoughts came rushing back to him, as if the doctor's words had opened the floodgates.

How much had his sister Rani changed in just one summer? She had gone from a gawky girl to a very pretty, doe-eyed beauty over the holidays. She had filled out and Ramu had overheard amma telling Rani to cover herself properly, to protect herself from the lewd glances of man and boys now that she was almost a grown woman. Her thighs were big and hard against her clothes, her breasts were prominent and the size of small melons. Amma had even suggested that Rani's breasts would grow to be bigger than her own. This obviously led to Ramu ogling Rani's and his amma's tits and imagining all sorts of things he could do with them. He started looking for the outline of their bulges in their dresses, looking for bra straps and fantasizing about the shape and size of their boobs. He became adept at knowing when they were wearing bras and when they were not. Their nipples poked out of the thin material of their blouses when unencumbered by a bra.

This then extended to their other under garments and he discovered how Rani and amma hid their panties, washing them in private and hanging them to dry where no one would notice. But Ramu now recalled how he had found that out and the times he went and rummaged through their dirty clothes to touch, feel and smell their undergarments. His amma always wore the standard full back black cotton ones, while Rani had all sorts of fashionable, colored, modern ones. For some reason, he was more aroused thinking about his amma but not so much about Rani. He felt ashamed at doing such things to his younger sister. He imagined appa and amma having sex. He went as far as positioning himself at the door to their bedroom to hear the noises, but he was not successful. His amma was a simple woman, but had a nice figure. Her thighs were prominent and her behind was tight against her sari.

But Ramu's character and behavior and thoughts and outlook on life changed as he started college. He had matured and started focusing on studies and his future. He just moved on, attributing his dirty thoughts about his amma and Rani to just a phase in his adolescent life and did not give it much thought any longer. Then his appa's illness hit them hard, and Ramu had no time for anything else.

But fuck, fuck fuck! The images and recollection of himself all those many years ago - ogling his amma as she went about her work at home, looking at her backside and exposed midriff, the valley between her tits, the suppleness of the tops of her breasts, him touching and smelling her panties - all these sent blood rushing to his groin and in an instant he felt an erection forming in his pants.

What the fuck? I am going home to tell amma about how our plan has worked, about how our troubles may soon be over. But I am having thoughts about her panties and her tits and her body! I have a boner in my pants as hard as stone. Shit!

Fortunately, Ramu ran into a few friends and together they sat down at a roadside tea stall to have tea. Ramu was quite settled when he reached home. But the sight of his amma sent his pulse racing. It was obvious that she was anxiously waiting for Ramu, to hear the result of his encounter with Dr. GRS. Her hair was disheveled, her face reflected her nervousness, she was sweating slightly. She did not pay much attention to her appearance, but Ramu could see that her pallu was loosely placed on her chest, her blouse covered tits were exposed and he could sense the valley of her cleavage.

"Aiyoh, Ramu! You are back! Come, come, tell me what happened. Dod everything go according to our plan?"

"Yes, yes,Amma...."

"Wait," His amma said, "Let's have dinner and then you can tell me everything!"

They shared the happy news with his appa over dinner, not telling anything about the blackmailing, of course. Then they medicated appa and had him sleeping peacefully in the bedroom.

A little while later, Vidya went and sat on the sofa. She put her head back on the headrest and let out a sigh of relief.

She was unaware of Ramu looking at her. He gulped as he noticed her pose. The pallu of her saree had become crumpled and thin and passed between her breasts, which were clearly outlined. She raised her hand and crossed her arm across her eyes. His eye went to the thick line of sweat on the armpit of her raised arm. Ramu realized his amma was not wearing a bra, but her tits were still firm and raised. The dark areolas of her breasts could be seen through the material of her blouse. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. Her fleshy hips and tummy were exposed and glistened with sweat. Ramu felt an erection forming. Thoughts about his amma from earlier in the day made his cock quickly become engorged with blood.

Suddenly she opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to notice that Ramu was looking at her. She sat up and adjusted her saree. Ramu was startled, but was too shocked to move. Vidya patted the space next to her, indicating Ramu to sit next to her. "Come, son. Tell me everything!"

Ramu gulped and quickly went and sat down next to her. He did not want his amma to notice the bulge in his shorts. But Ramu saw that her face flushed slightly and was sure she had noticed the thickness on the front of his shorts in the few seconds it took him to come and sit. As they sat, their thighs almost touched each other's.

"Amma, the Dr. was shocked. He is scared out of his wits. That bastard deserved it. He agreed to everything I asked. Appa will get an air-conditioned room tomorrow, ..." And he went ahead and gave her all the details.

"Ah. Ramu! Are you sure?" Vidya asked. "Do you think the doctor will do all this?"

"Yes, yes, amma. He is one scared bugger now. He was almost crying. He will do as we said!"

She let out a satisfied, contented sigh of relief and looked at Ramu. She said, "Oh Ramu, do you know what this means? Your appa will be treated well and be cured soon. We can all get back to normal soon. Yes?"

"Yes, yes, amma. God Willing."

"Maybe so, Ramu," Vidya interrupted. "But it was all you, my son. I know what we did was not correct. But we had to do what we had to do. You did it all. It was your plan, Ramu. I am so proud of you!"

Vidya squeezed her son's hand. She reached up and placed the palm of her hand on his cheek and gave him a motherly, loving kiss on his other cheek.

Ramu was shocked. He did not recall the last time his amma had kissed him. He looked at her for a couple of seconds and smiled sheepishly.

"No. amma. You too. You were very brave to go to the doctor and say..do..those things.. And talk to him about..about...yes, you were also very courageous, amma!"

"You made me do it Ramu. You gave me the strength and confidence to face that wretched man! Oh," She said, and laid her head back on the sofa's headrest. "Imagine the other option, what if.. if..I had not told you about that man and his demands.. And..and I had gone ahead and..aiyoh! I can't even imagine!"

Ramu exclaimed, "Aiyoh! No amma. How could you even think of doing that? You would have hidden it from us. That dirty man may have not stopped. What if he had more demands.."

"Demands? What do you.." Vidya asked.

Ramu stammered, "I mean..I mean. What if he didn't, you know, stop, and..and came after you..to..

Ramu was quiet. He looked at her as she lay there, a little calm now. She was staring back at him. He could not quite make out the emotion behind her eyes and the meaning of her stare. It definitely was not motherly, and not one he had seen or sensed before.

He did not know what came over him at that instant. It was as if someone else had control over his emotions and actions.

He leaned forward and kissed his amma on her cheek. He kept his lips on her face for a little longer than was necessary. When he lifted his head, he said, "Yes, amma. We can have some peace now. You deserve it."

Their eyes locked. They stared at each other for a little longer. Subconsciously, each of them realized they were so close to crossing a boundary that was taboo.

Ramu leaned forward, and in a flash had his lips on his amma's lips. She tried to push him away, but he pressed even more. His hand brushed her blouse. Their lips locked for about five seconds. And they sprang back apart as if an electric shock passed through them.

"Ramu!" Vidya hissed, startled and shocked. "Wha.."

Then they both looked down. Ramu had pulled her pallu away from her body and his palm was cupping her tit. He felt the growing hardness of her nipple on his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Vidya hissed. She did not want to raise her voice and disturb his appa. "Aiyoh..no..no...!"

But Ramu was not to be denied. He burrowed his face into her cleavage and pressed his mouth on the supple tops of her boobs. His palms squeezed her breast and then he quickly moved his mouth to her thick, hard nipple that was poking out of her blouse.

"Aiyoh, amma, I.. I..want..to...this..ah..ahh..please..I love you..amma..you..ah!"

"Ramu, ah..what..are..I..am..your mother..you cannot.." Vidya tried to pry his head from her chest, but she realized it was going to be impossible. "Aiyoh...people will see..hear...oh god! No!"

But within those few seconds, something changed inside Vidya. The feel of a man's body pressing on her, his hands on her body, his palm squeezing her tits, the thickness of his manhood prodding her thighs, the smell and aroma of his sweat, his hot breath on her tits, his lips sucking on her nipples - all these brought out the animal instinct in her in an instant. How long was it since she had felt these? Two, three years? Perhaps more! Oh god! She had missed these so much. Her mind was blank for those few seconds when the exciting and arousing feelings brushed aside the fact that it was her son doing all these things to her. Her body reacted instinctively and automatically.

"Wait..Ramu..ahh..," she moaned. "The light..people outside...!"

Ramu sprang up and switched the lights off, throwing the room into darkness. The only light coming in was from outside, the streetlights and the flashing of vehicle headlights. But it was enough for Ramu and his amma to see each other.

It took but two seconds for Ramu to remove his sleeveless sleep shirt, undo his shorts and fling it away. He knelt down beside the sofa. His amma was already lying down!

He grabbed her tits once more and groped for her nipple with his mouth. His other hand slid down the front of her saree and probed the folds at her crotch.

Vidya whispered, "Wait.. wait..wait..Ramu!" She grabbed the front of her blouse and tugged at the snap-on buttons. The two halves separated and her big boobs flowed out.

Ramu latched on to her nipple like a baby. He cooed and moaned as he sucked on a bare nipple.

"Ah.. ammma..ahhh..mmmmmmm," Ramu moaned.

"Aiyoh, Ramu, my son, what ... ok..ok," His amma responded. She cupped her breast and offered it to him. Ramu slathered it with his spit. He groaned and he tried to take the whole of her tit in his mouth.

He let go after a few seconds and reached down to his amma ankles and in one smooth motion he dragged his hand up her legs. His cock throbbed and jerked as his hand felt her curvy, smooth calves and then went up her heavy, thick, smooth thighs. As he reached the top of her thighs, he turned his hand to cup her crotch.

Vidya shuddered as Ramu's palm covered her private parts. She let out a soft moan, "ahhhh, Ramu..."

Ramu's fingers landed on her bare crotch. He could feel the thick, wiry curls of her pubic hair. And then the heavy line of her cunt lips. His amma did not have her panties on! Fucking Heaven!!

Ramu had no experience with women. All his actions were based on the porn he had watched and reenacted in the privacy of his bedroom. Oh how he had imagined it would be! Touching a girl's cunt, sucking her tits, feeling her naked body!

He played out his fantasies now on a living, breathing, willing woman.

"Ah..ah.., " Vidya moaned as Ramu's fingers probed the hairy forest at her pubic area. She realized that she was already wet with her juices within seconds. Aiyoh! What was happening? What was she doing with her son? O god!!

Ramu could not wait. He sprang up once more and placed himself between his amma's thighs, one leg on the sofa and the other still on the floor. His amma parted her legs!! She was inviting him! She wanted him to fuck her!

"Ramu..," She whispered.

"Oh, amma, amma," Ramu responded. He thrust forward, really unsure of what to expect. He had seen men in porn videos do this hundreds of times. The only difference was that those men in the videos were sure, confident of placing their cock in the right place. But Ramu did not know how to. The thick mushroom head of his distended penis hit his amma's cunt lips and he pressed on forward.

"No..Ramu..ah..wait," He heard his amma whisper. Then, he almost left his skin as he felt his mother's fingers on his erect dick. With two fingers, Vidya directed her son's manhood to the entrance of her vagina. She then put her hand on his back and urged him downwards into her.

A sensation that he had never felt in his life previously surged through Ramu's body. The tip of his penis sensed the wet, slick, smooth, oily hole of his amma's cunt. He pressed forward once more, but with some urgency. His dick head parted the walls of her pussy and in an instant he was completely inside her. Electricity coursed through his body. He hissed, "Aaaahhhh, aiyoooh..ammmmma, sooooo nicee...!" as the entire length of his penis was held in a tight, warm, wet embrace by the walls of his amma's vagina.

"Ah... Raaajaaaaa!" Vidya moaned, as she felt her son's thick, hot, hard, pole of muscle enter and rest inside her.

Ramu's next actions were instinctive. He rose, and pulled his cock from inside his mother's pussy until it's head was almost out of her. And then he pushed down on her once more.

Vidya felt her breath go out of her as she felt his body slam onto her, repeatedly. "Ah..aiyo..ah..ahh..!" she moaned as he banged into her, harder with each stroke.

Ramu lasted about eight strokes. He could not control himself any longer than that. He groaned and grabbed his amma's shoulders and rammed into her with a mighty final heave.

"Ahhhh. Ammmmma...so...nice...so... good..goood!!" He screamed softly.

Vidya gasped as her son's cock throbbed repeatedly against her cunt walls as he spewed his cum into her. She felt drops of his hot semen land on her womb. She couldn't explain how she felt. She wanted this to go on for a long time.

Vidya clung on to him, hands tight around his shoulders and back as they both lay gasping and heaving and sticky with sweat.

After about a minute, Ramu rose and pulled his penis out of his amma's pussy. She gasped as it slipped out and dribbled the last few drops on her thigh. They stared at each other in the darkness.

But within seconds, feelings of guilt and shame came over Ramu.

He hastily pushed apart from his amma and grabbed his clothes and stumbled away to his room. Once there, he looked down at his dick. It was still semi-hard, covered with his amma's creamy white juices. Oh god! I fucked my amma! I am a motherfucker! But..but..wait! She also wanted it, didn't she? She did not resist, at least not too much. I did not have to force her. It was not Ra*e. She was the one who put my dick inside, she pulled me in. She..she..is also guilty. It's not my fault! God..but it was so nice. How nice it was to fuck a woman, fuck amma!

As Ramu lay on the bed, he wondered how they would face each other in the morning. Would they continue to have sex, or was this a one time thing? Would amma realize their mistake, their sin and put a stop to it? Ramu's dick became hard. He stroked it. He masturbated, thinking about his amma and her body and her cunt.He tossed and turned on his bed. He lay on his stomach, with his thick cock between him and the mattress and he dragged his body up and down, like he was fucking, fucking his amma. There was no way he was going to sleep that night.

Vidya was shocked at what had occurred between the two of them. She lay on the sofa letting it all sink in. She, like Ramu, felt all sorts of emotions and feelings of guilt and shame. After all, she had sex with her son. It was most incestuous, taboo, and even punishable in the eyes of god and society. But she was never so religious anyway. And it was not as if she or Ramu would go about telling people they had engaged in mother-son sex. But these feelings were of no concern to her now. Vidya was a mature woman and she handled it in that manner

She was only concerned about her son. What would Ramu be feeling right then? What would he think of me? Should I have been more forceful in rejecting his advances and stopping him. But, truthfully, did I really want him to stop? I was the one who took his cock (Oh! How thick, long, hot and hard it was!) and placed it on my hole. Ramu would surely have known that I wanted him to fuck me as much as he wanted to fuck me. Would he think I was a whore? He surely would have known that sexual relations between me and his appa were non-existent now. Did he think I had slept with a lot of men and I was experienced? Would he be mature enough to realize that I was a woman with desires and we had a moment of weakness and succumbed to it?

Of course Ramu wouldn't know about the things she knew about him. She had long known about his stack of porn magazines and video discs. She was shocked when later she realized that her son was into looking and ogling her, his own mother and sister and all the women who came to their house. She knew about his panty fetish and how he had at times taken to touching their panties, He had fortunately grown out of that phase! and doing all sorts of dirty deeds with them. She had found her own missing panties, and those of her daughter, stashed away in a box in Ramu's closet, and had not talked to him about it.

So if he had dirty thoughts about his mother, would it be outside the realm of possibility that she herself had thoughts about her son. He was young, robust, handsome, and full of life. She saw him exercising religiously each day and the results of that on his muscular, fit body. She had started seeing more of him in the past few years, ever since her husband had fallen sick and was bed-ridden. She noticed his increasing curiosity about her. She was aware of him looking and assessing her even when her back was turned.

She saw the way his eyes roamed over girls and women of different ages, and how the women responded to him. She sometimes felt jealous, and other times a little protective of her son. She wanted him for herself. She had imagined him having a girlfriend. She had pictured him having sex with someone, imitating the actions and sounds that her husband made. Did she subconsciously imagine having sex with her son? Could it possibly be the reason she did not fight harder to stop Ramu? These thoughts plagued her for a long time as she went back to bed.

She turned and looked at her husband, sleeping peacefully through all this. He wouldn't know that parts of her that he thought were only for his pleasure - her body, cunt, tits, nipples, lips, hands - had now been tasted by his own son.

Later that night, she came to a decision.

Dawn was just about to break, when Ramu heard the door to his bedroom creak open. He raised his head. It was still dark, but sufficient light was coming in through the window glass to make him realize that amma was in his room.

He got up and stood, unsure as to what was going on. She stopped a few feet from him. He realized in a second that she had changed from her saree to her nightie. He had never seen her like this before.

She whispered, "Ramu..." And before he could respond she grabbed the front of her nightie and with both hands, pulled it over her head and threw it down.

His amma was completely naked! Just two feet in front of him, and staring wide-eyed at him!

Ramu could not help himself. His eyes got used to the semi-darkness and they roamed over his amma's uncovered, nude body.

Her hair was unkempt and fell to her back. Her tits were huge, heavy and conical and jutted out of her chest. Her belly was slightly swollen and a roll of fat ran around her waist. He could make out her dark, dense pubic hair at the 'V' of her crotch. Her thighs were well rounded and thick. And her anklets shone and shimmered.

Ramu had only his sleep shorts on, as was usual. But he already had a thick erection and his swollen dick jutted out of his shorts.

Amma walked slowly towards him, and before he could realize it, she had her hand on the front of his shorts. She fished around for the opening and as she made way, his erect penis shot out and swayed and throbbed between them.

She grabbed it with her palm. Both of them let out sighs together. "Aaaah....!" His dick was hot to her touch. He felt her cool hands on his member.

Still holding his penis she walked towards the bed and sat on its edge. As Ramu turned, she lay down and parted her legs.

"Come, my son," she whispered. Ramu grabbed her feet and pulled her towards him. He put his palms under each of her knees and parted her thighs. She did not resist. She put out her hand and caught his penis.

But his amma did not put his dick in her hole. This time though, her fingers and palm played with it. She sighed and moaned as she felt its heat, its hardness and thickness and length. She fisted his cock in her hand and stroked it. She let it lay lengthwise on her palm. She used both her hands to wring his muscled penis this way and that. She was groaning and murmuring his name, "Ah..Ramu, ah, ah, my son!"

Then her fingers rolled on the taut, tight, smooth, velvety head of Ramu's cock. A drop of precum leaked out onto her fingers and both of them gasped.

Ramu was ready to fuck his mother.

He pushed inwards, her hands still on his dick. She directed him to her cunt and he rammed her. This time, he took it slow. His feet were on the floor, and her ass was on the edge of the bed. He palmed her ass cheeks, reveling in how smooth and hard they were. He made slow, long strokes. It felt gloriously painful and delightful to both of them. She sighed with every one of his strokes. He called out "Amma, amma, amma..." as he pulled his cock in and out of her. He pressed his body forward. The backs of her thighs were now against his shoulder and she was almost bent double. His face was on top of her and drops of sweat fell on her face from his head. They stared at each other, expressionless as they enjoyed the sensation of fucking. Their eyes locked on each other's and Ramu fucked his amma in long, smooth, slow strokes for a long, long time. He lost count of the number of strokes his cock made in and out of his amma's pussy.

Vidya let her palms feel his thick muscles as they made their way down his back, and then as they reached still lower she felt the muscles on his ass cheek clench and release as he pumped his cock into her.

He put one leg on the bed, and fucked her for a long time in that position. He switched legs and fucked again. Vidya marveled at her son's stamina. He was grunting and groaning with the pleasure she was giving him, but showed no signs of stopping. His eyes bore into hers lustfully, trying to extract every single ounce of womanhood and pleasure from her.

Vidya felt herself creaming and her juices lubricated his cock. She sensed her juices dripping down his cock and from her opening in front to her opening at her asscrack.

Suddenly Ramu pulled out of her. "Ramu, what happ.." She started, but he grabbed and raised her roughly and pushed her on the bed and followed her.

She raised and parted her thighs as Ramu fell between her legs. He directed his cock into her moist, oily hole and it went into her effortlessly. This time Ramu fucked her hard. He pummeled her, grunting with every stroke "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh..." and she took it without flinching. She could not help the gasps and moans that came out of her mouth. "Ahh, ahh, aiy, oooh, ah,,ai..". The air went out of her as Ramu slammed into his mother. He was relentless. Vidya grabbed onto her son's shoulders, her thighs were clasped high on his sides and locked behind his back as she received his punishment, happily. She shut her thighs closed but Ramu still managed to rise and fall on her, grunting in pleasure.

Then he suddenly stopped and pulled his penis out of his mother's pussy. He jumped up and reached for her chest. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, and sucked on her nipples. They were erect and hard as stones. She gasped at his touch and the feel of his teeth on her. She cupped her breasts as he sucked and suckled him like he was a baby.

"Yes, my baby boy, drink it, drink it, eat me, eat your amma," She whispered in harsh breaths.

She reached between them and Ramu raised himself on his knees and allowed her to grab his cock. "Aiyo, aiyo..," she moaned as she held his head to her tit with one hand, and with the other she stroked his turgid dick.

Ramu was busy otherwise. His hand reached her crotch and he inserted his middle finger into his mom's cunt. He finger fucked her.​