My name is Aryan Singh and I am twenty-three years old living in a modest yet spacious joint family house in the bustling C-Scheme area of Jaipur where the old pink stone walls of the city still echo with the sounds of morning azaan temple bells and the distant rumble of traffic from the main road. Our home is a typical Rajasthani-style double-storey building with a small courtyard in the middle jharokha windows carved wooden doors and a rooftop terrace where we dry pickles in summer and sleep under the stars during power cuts. My father Rajendra Singh is a textile merchant who spends most of his time traveling between Jaipur Surat Mumbai and sometimes even Delhi for weeks at a stretch leaving the household in the hands of my mother Sunita who at forty-four still turns heads whenever she steps out in her simple cotton sarees or salwar suits. I have a younger sister studying in college who stays in the hostel during the week and only comes home on weekends so for most of the year it is just me maa and the occasional visit from relatives.
Maa Sunita is the epitome of traditional Rajasthani beauty fair skin like fresh malai long black hair that she keeps in a thick braid even at home large expressive kohl-lined eyes full lips that curve into a gentle smile when she talks to me and a figure that has softened beautifully with age heavy full breasts that stretch every blouse she wears a slightly rounded belly from years of home-cooked food wide hips and a gaand that sways hypnotically under her saree when she walks around the house doing chores. She always wears modest sarees during the day pallu tucked firmly at her waist but at night when the house quiets down she changes into soft cotton nighties the kind that reach mid-thigh with thin straps and low necklines that she says are comfortable in the Jaipur heat. Everyone in the extended family calls her the perfect bahu always ready with chai for guests delicious gatte ki sabzi for dinner and a warm hug for anyone who needs it. To the world she is the devoted wife the caring mother the ideal homemaker but I started noticing things that no son should ever notice.
It began during the summer vacation of 2025 when papa had gone for a month-long business trip to Surat for the textile exhibition season. The heat was brutal Jaipur temperatures touching forty-five degrees every afternoon and power cuts became a daily affair lasting hours. Maa and I were alone in the house most of the day my sister still in college hostel and the servants only coming for a few hours in the morning. Maa spent her days cooking cleaning and watching her daily serials but at night when the heat refused to let us sleep we both started sleeping on the rooftop terrace under the open sky on separate charpoys placed a few feet apart. That first night I woke up around three in the morning thirsty and saw maa lying on her side facing away from me her nighty had ridden up during sleep exposing the back of her smooth thighs up to the curve where they met her gaand the thin cotton fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin outlining every curve perfectly in the faint moonlight. Her breathing was deep slow but I could see her chest rising and falling her heavy breasts straining against the front of the nighty one strap had slipped off her shoulder revealing the side swell of her breast almost to the nipple. I felt something stir in my shorts something hard shameful wrong. I turned away closed my eyes tried to sleep but the image was burned into my mind and my lund refused to calm down. I told myself this is maa your own mother stop thinking like this but the forbidden thought only made it worse the guilt twisted in my stomach like a knife while the excitement made my heart race faster.
The next few days were torture. During the day maa was the same loving mother asking if I had eaten pressing my head to her chest in a casual hug when I helped her with heavy buckets of water from the underground tank her soft breasts pressing against me innocently or so I thought. But every night on the terrace the same thing happened her nighty slipping her body glistening with sweat her soft moans in sleep when she turned over. One night she woke up too saw me staring and instead of covering herself she smiled softly and whispered garmi se neend nahi aa rahi beta mujhe bhi nahi. She sat up the nighty neckline falling low both breasts almost fully exposed nipples hard from the night air and said come sit here beta thodi baat kar lete hain. I moved to her charpoy heart pounding sat beside her our thighs touching. She started talking about how lonely she felt when papa was away how he barely called anymore how the house felt empty without a man's presence. Her hand rested on my knee casually at first then slowly moved up my thigh while she spoke her voice low husky. I could smell her jasmine perfume mixed with the musky scent of her sweat her body heat radiating towards me. When her fingers brushed the tent in my shorts she paused looked into my eyes and whispered Aryan tu bada ho gaya hai ab mard ban gaya hai maa ko bhi ehsaas ho raha hai. The words hit me like lightning guilt shame desire all crashing together.
I should have pulled away run downstairs locked myself in my room but I didn't. Instead I leaned in kissed her softly on the lips tasting the sweetness of her mouth the faint cardamom from the elaichi she chews after dinner. She kissed back tentatively at first then hungrily her tongue sliding into my mouth exploring me like a woman starved for years. Her hands went under my t-shirt feeling my chest my back while mine roamed over her nighty-covered body squeezing her heavy breasts feeling the hard nipples poke through the fabric. She moaned into my mouth uffff beta kitna pyar se kiss kar raha hai maa ki jaan. I pulled the straps of her nighty down exposing her breasts fully heavy round dark nipples erect begging to be sucked. I took one in my mouth sucked hard tongue swirling around the nipple biting gently while my hand squeezed the other making her arch her back and whisper aaaahhhh Aryan choos le zor se choos apni maa ke chuche kitne din se taras rahi thi. The taste of her skin salty sweet from sweat the softness of her breasts the way they filled my hands it was overwhelming. My other hand went between her legs found her choot through the nighty already wet geeli ho gayi thi panty ke upar se feel ho raha tha. I rubbed her clit through the fabric making her buck her hips zor se ragad beta maa ki choot ragad.
We didn't do everything that first night but enough to cross the line forever. I pulled her nighty up removed her panty slowly revealing her shaved choot pink swollen dripping. I fingered her slowly at first one finger then two feeling her tight walls clench around me while she moaned continuously finger andar daal beta maa ki choot mein ungli kar zor se kar. She came hard shaking biting her own hand to muffle the scream aaaahhhhh jhad rahi hoon beta maa jhad rahi hai. After that she pushed me back freed my lund stroked it slowly whispered kitna bada hai tera lund Aryan maa ne kabhi socha nahi tha. She took me in her mouth sucked slowly tongue swirling around the topi taking me deep until I came in her mouth hot thick spurts and she swallowed every drop licking her lips saying tera maal kitna garam kitna tasty hai beta maa ko roz chahiye. We cuddled after that her naked body against mine under the stars whispering how wrong this was how we could never tell anyone but how we couldn't stop either.
The next morning everything seemed normal she made breakfast served me paratha with extra ghee touched my head lovingly but her eyes held a new spark a secret only we shared. Papa was still away for three more weeks and those weeks became our private heaven. Every night on the terrace we explored more. She taught me how to eat her choot properly tongue on her clit slow circles then fast flicks fingers in her g-spot until she squirted on my face zor se chaat beta jeebh andar daal poori choot chaat le maa ka pani pee le. I learned how to make her come multiple times how to bite her nipples just hard enough to make her scream softly how to finger her ass lightly teasing the tight hole while I licked her choot. She sucked my lund every night sometimes slow worshipful sometimes fast sloppy until I came in her mouth on her breasts even once on her face which she licked clean saying beta maa ko tera maal har jagah chahiye.
When we finally did full chudai it was on the tenth night papa had called saying he would be late by another week. Maa was wild that night she wore a black lace nighty she had hidden in her cupboard one she said she bought for papa years ago but never got the chance. She pushed me on the charpoy climbed on top rubbed her wet choot on my lund teasing the topi then sank down slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna mota hai tera lund beta maa ki choot phaad de. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face while I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar beta apni maa ki gaand maar. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle with every slap reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came three times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de beta maa ke andar bhar de poora bhar de. We stayed connected long after panting sweating under the stars her head on my chest whispering Aryan yeh galat hai par maa ko ab sirf tu chahiye.
The guilt was always there sharp painful every morning when she did puja looking like the perfect maa in her red saree sindoor on her forehead I would feel like a monster but then evening would come she would brush against me in the kitchen her hand grazing my crotch whispering raat ko terrace pe wait karna beta maa teri hai. The addiction grew stronger than the guilt. We started taking bigger risks daytime quickies in the bathroom when the servants were gone her bent over the sink nighty hiked up me pounding from behind hand over her mouth to keep quiet. Once even in the kitchen while cooking she turned off the gas pulled me close lifted her saree let me take her standing against the counter fast hard desperate. Every time I came inside her no condom no pulling out just filling my own maa with my seed the thought of what could happen only making it hotter.
When papa finally returned we had to be careful but the fire didn't die it just burned quieter. Late night when he snored in the bedroom maa would sneak to my room lock the door ride me silently biting the pillow to muffle her moans. Sometimes she would come to my room early morning before anyone woke suck me off swallow my morning load then go back to papa with the taste of her son's cum on her lips. The risk the danger the constant fear of getting caught only made every encounter more intense more addictive.
Months passed papa started traveling again this time even longer trips. Maa and I became lovers in every sense not just physical but emotional too. She told me how she had been lonely for years how papa cared more for business than her how she had suppressed her desires for so long until I awakened them. I told her how I had always admired her beauty how seeing her in sarees made me hard how guilty I felt but how I couldn't live without her now. We cried together sometimes made love slowly tenderly other times fucked like animals raw desperate. She started saying dangerous things beta agar maa pregnant ho gayi toh sabko lagega papa ka hai par maa jaanti hai yeh tera hai. The thought terrified me excited me beyond words.
Now as I write this January 2026 papa is away again for two months maa is waiting for me in her room wearing the black lace nighty her eyes full of hunger love guilt everything mixed together. I know this is wrong I know it can destroy the family I know society will never forgive us but when I look at her when I feel her body against mine when I hear her whisper Aryan beta chod apni maa ko I know I can't stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my everything and hers too. We are bound together in this forbidden web deeper than blood deeper than any relationship the world can understand. And tonight like every night we will burn again in each other's arms knowing there is no escape only surrender.
The nights stretch on the guilt never fully leaves but the desire never fades either. Every creampie every moan every whispered beta makes us fall harder. Maa has become my world my obsession my secret sin and I hers. In the quiet Jaipur nights under the same stars that watched our first surrender we continue this dangerous dance adding more fuel to the fire every time hoping it never burns out or perhaps secretly wishing it consumes us completely.
(Word count: 2876)
The story does not end here because the addiction runs deeper. Let me go further into the details the small moments the creeping corruption of conscience that makes this affair so intoxicating.
Every morning after a night of passion maa wakes up early does her puja lights the diya in the small mandir in the courtyard offers flowers to Devi maa with the same hands that held my lund hours ago that guided me inside her that milked my cum deep in her womb. She applies sindoor in her maang wears her mangalsutra the symbols of her marriage to papa and then comes to wake me with a soft kiss on my forehead beta uth ja chai bana di hai. The contrast is maddening the same woman who begged me to chod zor se the night before now looks like the perfect pious maa. The guilt hits hardest in those moments I feel like vomiting sometimes but then she brushes her breast against my arm while serving breakfast or whispers raat ko phir se terrace pe when no one is listening and the guilt melts into anticipation again.
We developed rituals secret codes. When she wears her red silk saree the one with low back blouse it means she wants slow love-making gentle kisses long foreplay. When she wears black nighty it means she wants rough hard pounding slapping biting marking. When she leaves her bedroom door slightly open after papa sleeps it means come now quick silent fuck while he snores next door. The risk is insane once papa almost woke up when maa moaned a little too loud during a quick doggy in their own bedroom I had to cover her mouth with my hand thrust deep to shut her up while he turned over and went back to sleep. The fear the adrenaline the way her choot clenched harder in that moment made us both come instantly.
During papa's last trip we took the biggest risk we went to a small hotel in the outskirts of Jaipur booked under fake names for one full night. No hiding no whispering no fear. We fucked like newlyweds no holds barred. She wore a red lehenga choli like on her wedding night but without blouse just choli barely covering her breasts. We did everything missionary doggy cowgirl reverse spooning standing 69 even tried anal with lots of oil she cried in pain pleasure but pushed back taking me deeper saying beta maa ki gaand bhi teri hai le le poori le. I came inside every hole that night marking her completely. In the morning light she lay naked in my arms tracing my chest saying Aryan maa tujhse pyar karti hai real wala pyar. Those words scared me more than anything because I felt the same and love makes everything more dangerous.
Now back home the pattern continues. Maa has started taking pills secretly to avoid pregnancy for now but sometimes she forgets on purpose whispers beta agar bachcha hua toh maa khush hogi tera aur mera. The thought of my child growing in my own mother's womb is the ultimate taboo the ultimate thrill. Every time I fill her now I imagine it happening and it makes me cum harder deeper.
The family remains oblivious papa calls once a week talks about business never notices how maa's eyes light up when my name is mentioned how she blushes when I enter the room. My sister comes home weekends suspects nothing because maa is still the perfect mother to her too. But between maa and me there is a world no one else can enter a world of moans whispers cum sweat tears love guilt addiction.
And tonight as the clock strikes midnight papa is away again the house is silent maa is waiting in her room nighty already pulled up legs spread choot glistening in the dim light waiting for her beta to come claim what is now his forever. I will go to her I will kiss her I will fuck her I will fill her and tomorrow the cycle will continue because once you taste the forbidden fruit of your own maa there is no going back only deeper darker sweeter surrender.
Maa Sunita is the epitome of traditional Rajasthani beauty fair skin like fresh malai long black hair that she keeps in a thick braid even at home large expressive kohl-lined eyes full lips that curve into a gentle smile when she talks to me and a figure that has softened beautifully with age heavy full breasts that stretch every blouse she wears a slightly rounded belly from years of home-cooked food wide hips and a gaand that sways hypnotically under her saree when she walks around the house doing chores. She always wears modest sarees during the day pallu tucked firmly at her waist but at night when the house quiets down she changes into soft cotton nighties the kind that reach mid-thigh with thin straps and low necklines that she says are comfortable in the Jaipur heat. Everyone in the extended family calls her the perfect bahu always ready with chai for guests delicious gatte ki sabzi for dinner and a warm hug for anyone who needs it. To the world she is the devoted wife the caring mother the ideal homemaker but I started noticing things that no son should ever notice.
It began during the summer vacation of 2025 when papa had gone for a month-long business trip to Surat for the textile exhibition season. The heat was brutal Jaipur temperatures touching forty-five degrees every afternoon and power cuts became a daily affair lasting hours. Maa and I were alone in the house most of the day my sister still in college hostel and the servants only coming for a few hours in the morning. Maa spent her days cooking cleaning and watching her daily serials but at night when the heat refused to let us sleep we both started sleeping on the rooftop terrace under the open sky on separate charpoys placed a few feet apart. That first night I woke up around three in the morning thirsty and saw maa lying on her side facing away from me her nighty had ridden up during sleep exposing the back of her smooth thighs up to the curve where they met her gaand the thin cotton fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin outlining every curve perfectly in the faint moonlight. Her breathing was deep slow but I could see her chest rising and falling her heavy breasts straining against the front of the nighty one strap had slipped off her shoulder revealing the side swell of her breast almost to the nipple. I felt something stir in my shorts something hard shameful wrong. I turned away closed my eyes tried to sleep but the image was burned into my mind and my lund refused to calm down. I told myself this is maa your own mother stop thinking like this but the forbidden thought only made it worse the guilt twisted in my stomach like a knife while the excitement made my heart race faster.
The next few days were torture. During the day maa was the same loving mother asking if I had eaten pressing my head to her chest in a casual hug when I helped her with heavy buckets of water from the underground tank her soft breasts pressing against me innocently or so I thought. But every night on the terrace the same thing happened her nighty slipping her body glistening with sweat her soft moans in sleep when she turned over. One night she woke up too saw me staring and instead of covering herself she smiled softly and whispered garmi se neend nahi aa rahi beta mujhe bhi nahi. She sat up the nighty neckline falling low both breasts almost fully exposed nipples hard from the night air and said come sit here beta thodi baat kar lete hain. I moved to her charpoy heart pounding sat beside her our thighs touching. She started talking about how lonely she felt when papa was away how he barely called anymore how the house felt empty without a man's presence. Her hand rested on my knee casually at first then slowly moved up my thigh while she spoke her voice low husky. I could smell her jasmine perfume mixed with the musky scent of her sweat her body heat radiating towards me. When her fingers brushed the tent in my shorts she paused looked into my eyes and whispered Aryan tu bada ho gaya hai ab mard ban gaya hai maa ko bhi ehsaas ho raha hai. The words hit me like lightning guilt shame desire all crashing together.
I should have pulled away run downstairs locked myself in my room but I didn't. Instead I leaned in kissed her softly on the lips tasting the sweetness of her mouth the faint cardamom from the elaichi she chews after dinner. She kissed back tentatively at first then hungrily her tongue sliding into my mouth exploring me like a woman starved for years. Her hands went under my t-shirt feeling my chest my back while mine roamed over her nighty-covered body squeezing her heavy breasts feeling the hard nipples poke through the fabric. She moaned into my mouth uffff beta kitna pyar se kiss kar raha hai maa ki jaan. I pulled the straps of her nighty down exposing her breasts fully heavy round dark nipples erect begging to be sucked. I took one in my mouth sucked hard tongue swirling around the nipple biting gently while my hand squeezed the other making her arch her back and whisper aaaahhhh Aryan choos le zor se choos apni maa ke chuche kitne din se taras rahi thi. The taste of her skin salty sweet from sweat the softness of her breasts the way they filled my hands it was overwhelming. My other hand went between her legs found her choot through the nighty already wet geeli ho gayi thi panty ke upar se feel ho raha tha. I rubbed her clit through the fabric making her buck her hips zor se ragad beta maa ki choot ragad.
We didn't do everything that first night but enough to cross the line forever. I pulled her nighty up removed her panty slowly revealing her shaved choot pink swollen dripping. I fingered her slowly at first one finger then two feeling her tight walls clench around me while she moaned continuously finger andar daal beta maa ki choot mein ungli kar zor se kar. She came hard shaking biting her own hand to muffle the scream aaaahhhhh jhad rahi hoon beta maa jhad rahi hai. After that she pushed me back freed my lund stroked it slowly whispered kitna bada hai tera lund Aryan maa ne kabhi socha nahi tha. She took me in her mouth sucked slowly tongue swirling around the topi taking me deep until I came in her mouth hot thick spurts and she swallowed every drop licking her lips saying tera maal kitna garam kitna tasty hai beta maa ko roz chahiye. We cuddled after that her naked body against mine under the stars whispering how wrong this was how we could never tell anyone but how we couldn't stop either.
The next morning everything seemed normal she made breakfast served me paratha with extra ghee touched my head lovingly but her eyes held a new spark a secret only we shared. Papa was still away for three more weeks and those weeks became our private heaven. Every night on the terrace we explored more. She taught me how to eat her choot properly tongue on her clit slow circles then fast flicks fingers in her g-spot until she squirted on my face zor se chaat beta jeebh andar daal poori choot chaat le maa ka pani pee le. I learned how to make her come multiple times how to bite her nipples just hard enough to make her scream softly how to finger her ass lightly teasing the tight hole while I licked her choot. She sucked my lund every night sometimes slow worshipful sometimes fast sloppy until I came in her mouth on her breasts even once on her face which she licked clean saying beta maa ko tera maal har jagah chahiye.
When we finally did full chudai it was on the tenth night papa had called saying he would be late by another week. Maa was wild that night she wore a black lace nighty she had hidden in her cupboard one she said she bought for papa years ago but never got the chance. She pushed me on the charpoy climbed on top rubbed her wet choot on my lund teasing the topi then sank down slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna mota hai tera lund beta maa ki choot phaad de. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face while I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar beta apni maa ki gaand maar. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle with every slap reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came three times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de beta maa ke andar bhar de poora bhar de. We stayed connected long after panting sweating under the stars her head on my chest whispering Aryan yeh galat hai par maa ko ab sirf tu chahiye.
The guilt was always there sharp painful every morning when she did puja looking like the perfect maa in her red saree sindoor on her forehead I would feel like a monster but then evening would come she would brush against me in the kitchen her hand grazing my crotch whispering raat ko terrace pe wait karna beta maa teri hai. The addiction grew stronger than the guilt. We started taking bigger risks daytime quickies in the bathroom when the servants were gone her bent over the sink nighty hiked up me pounding from behind hand over her mouth to keep quiet. Once even in the kitchen while cooking she turned off the gas pulled me close lifted her saree let me take her standing against the counter fast hard desperate. Every time I came inside her no condom no pulling out just filling my own maa with my seed the thought of what could happen only making it hotter.
When papa finally returned we had to be careful but the fire didn't die it just burned quieter. Late night when he snored in the bedroom maa would sneak to my room lock the door ride me silently biting the pillow to muffle her moans. Sometimes she would come to my room early morning before anyone woke suck me off swallow my morning load then go back to papa with the taste of her son's cum on her lips. The risk the danger the constant fear of getting caught only made every encounter more intense more addictive.
Months passed papa started traveling again this time even longer trips. Maa and I became lovers in every sense not just physical but emotional too. She told me how she had been lonely for years how papa cared more for business than her how she had suppressed her desires for so long until I awakened them. I told her how I had always admired her beauty how seeing her in sarees made me hard how guilty I felt but how I couldn't live without her now. We cried together sometimes made love slowly tenderly other times fucked like animals raw desperate. She started saying dangerous things beta agar maa pregnant ho gayi toh sabko lagega papa ka hai par maa jaanti hai yeh tera hai. The thought terrified me excited me beyond words.
Now as I write this January 2026 papa is away again for two months maa is waiting for me in her room wearing the black lace nighty her eyes full of hunger love guilt everything mixed together. I know this is wrong I know it can destroy the family I know society will never forgive us but when I look at her when I feel her body against mine when I hear her whisper Aryan beta chod apni maa ko I know I can't stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my everything and hers too. We are bound together in this forbidden web deeper than blood deeper than any relationship the world can understand. And tonight like every night we will burn again in each other's arms knowing there is no escape only surrender.
The nights stretch on the guilt never fully leaves but the desire never fades either. Every creampie every moan every whispered beta makes us fall harder. Maa has become my world my obsession my secret sin and I hers. In the quiet Jaipur nights under the same stars that watched our first surrender we continue this dangerous dance adding more fuel to the fire every time hoping it never burns out or perhaps secretly wishing it consumes us completely.
(Word count: 2876)
The story does not end here because the addiction runs deeper. Let me go further into the details the small moments the creeping corruption of conscience that makes this affair so intoxicating.
Every morning after a night of passion maa wakes up early does her puja lights the diya in the small mandir in the courtyard offers flowers to Devi maa with the same hands that held my lund hours ago that guided me inside her that milked my cum deep in her womb. She applies sindoor in her maang wears her mangalsutra the symbols of her marriage to papa and then comes to wake me with a soft kiss on my forehead beta uth ja chai bana di hai. The contrast is maddening the same woman who begged me to chod zor se the night before now looks like the perfect pious maa. The guilt hits hardest in those moments I feel like vomiting sometimes but then she brushes her breast against my arm while serving breakfast or whispers raat ko phir se terrace pe when no one is listening and the guilt melts into anticipation again.
We developed rituals secret codes. When she wears her red silk saree the one with low back blouse it means she wants slow love-making gentle kisses long foreplay. When she wears black nighty it means she wants rough hard pounding slapping biting marking. When she leaves her bedroom door slightly open after papa sleeps it means come now quick silent fuck while he snores next door. The risk is insane once papa almost woke up when maa moaned a little too loud during a quick doggy in their own bedroom I had to cover her mouth with my hand thrust deep to shut her up while he turned over and went back to sleep. The fear the adrenaline the way her choot clenched harder in that moment made us both come instantly.
During papa's last trip we took the biggest risk we went to a small hotel in the outskirts of Jaipur booked under fake names for one full night. No hiding no whispering no fear. We fucked like newlyweds no holds barred. She wore a red lehenga choli like on her wedding night but without blouse just choli barely covering her breasts. We did everything missionary doggy cowgirl reverse spooning standing 69 even tried anal with lots of oil she cried in pain pleasure but pushed back taking me deeper saying beta maa ki gaand bhi teri hai le le poori le. I came inside every hole that night marking her completely. In the morning light she lay naked in my arms tracing my chest saying Aryan maa tujhse pyar karti hai real wala pyar. Those words scared me more than anything because I felt the same and love makes everything more dangerous.
Now back home the pattern continues. Maa has started taking pills secretly to avoid pregnancy for now but sometimes she forgets on purpose whispers beta agar bachcha hua toh maa khush hogi tera aur mera. The thought of my child growing in my own mother's womb is the ultimate taboo the ultimate thrill. Every time I fill her now I imagine it happening and it makes me cum harder deeper.
The family remains oblivious papa calls once a week talks about business never notices how maa's eyes light up when my name is mentioned how she blushes when I enter the room. My sister comes home weekends suspects nothing because maa is still the perfect mother to her too. But between maa and me there is a world no one else can enter a world of moans whispers cum sweat tears love guilt addiction.
And tonight as the clock strikes midnight papa is away again the house is silent maa is waiting in her room nighty already pulled up legs spread choot glistening in the dim light waiting for her beta to come claim what is now his forever. I will go to her I will kiss her I will fuck her I will fill her and tomorrow the cycle will continue because once you taste the forbidden fruit of your own maa there is no going back only deeper darker sweeter surrender.