It was six in the morning. Jugnu awoke and saw that he
had a partial hard-on. It was much firmer than normal
and the young man attributed this immediately to the
incest stories he read last night. Automatically, his
hand reached down under the sheets to grip his
lengthening cock. In his mind’s eye, Jugnu replayed
every last lurid detail of the incest stories over and
over, squeezing and rubbing his hard, young cock until
it was in a state of full, throbbing erection.
He had married last year and his wife Mala had become
pregnant and had gone to her mother’s house for
delivery. He had not had sex for almost 2 months now.
Jugnu began to jerk himself off with deliberate
strokes, trying to get excited thinking about his wife.
But he did not get much excitement thinking about her.
But then it struck him… why can’t he try some of the
things he had read in the incest story magazine last
night which excited him! There was a most desirable
women close by – his 35 year-old mother! Jugnu’s cock
leapt at the thought, and he jumped quickly out of bed,
hurrying down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping
that his sexy young mother was still in bed. He went
back down the hall until he stood before his parent’s
bedroom door.
His father was on his tour duty. He quietly opened the
bedroom door and looked in. His mother lay sprawled in
the centre of the big double bed. She was still fast
asleep, with the checkered bed sheet fully covering her
lovely curvaceous body. Jugnu thanked his father for
being away as he moved slowly towards the foot of the
bed. His cock stirred again as he looked down at his
sleeping mother. She was so beautiful… so sexy.
Carefully Jugnu reached down and grabbed the sheet,
pulling it away. He stood staring at his mother’s
shapely breasts tight against her choli. Her mangal-
sutra was draped over her left breast caught on the
nipple. His mother’s breasts were larger and more
shapely than his wife’s. He wanted to fondle the
beautiful bulges and suck the nipples. But he first
wanted to see his mother’s cunt, nestled between her
shapely white thighs. So he started to pull his
mother’s sari slowly, higher and higher over her hot,
sleek, naked thighs.
To her son’s delight, Daya stretched in her sleep,
opening her thighs wide apart as the sari moved, ever
so gradually, up over her lower body. Jugnu’s young
heart began to beat like mad as his mother’s fur-
covered cunt came into view. The moist, swollen lips
were wide open, giving Jugnu a clear view of her juicy,
inviting cuntslit. Unconsciously, Daya was giving her
son exactly the kind of show he craved. In his sexual
fantasies, young Jugnu had frequently visualized his
beautiful, sexy mother, lying before him, just like she
was at this very moment, spread-eagled and naked.
As the sari finally reached his mother’s hips, Jugnu
stared hungrily at his mother’s exposed pussy, licking
his lips as his eyes devoured her nakedness. He stood
transfixed for several seconds before leaning over her.
Daya had the body of a woman at least half her age,
even more beautiful than the nude young models who
posed in the “girly” magazines that Jugnu used as he
jacked off in the privacy of his bedroom. With a
lustful smile on his handsome features, the young man
climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother’s
carelessly spread thighs, careful not to wake her. At
least not yet anyway!
The heady, aromatic fragrance of his mother’s moist
cunt filled Jugnu’s young nostrils as he bent his head
towards her open crotch. The smell was so pleasing,
much different from his wife’s cunt smell. Ever so
carefully, the boy eased her smooth, creamy thighs
wider apart and lay down on the bed, positioning his
mouth directly above Daya’s long, glistening slit. The
lips of his sleeping mother’s cunt gaped beautifully
open, revealing the juicy, pink wetness within. It was
a delicious sight which the excited young boy found
impossible to resist.
With eager hands, Jugnu began to stroke his mother’s
naked belly and smooth inner thighs, occasionally
letting his fingertips brush tantalizingly against her
moist, curly cuntbush.
Jugnu could feel the heat emanating from his mother’s
cunt and it spurred him on. Leaning on his elbows, the
boy reached out and smoothed the soft hair away from
her pink cuntslit and very slowly inserted a finger
into it. Daya moaned softly, instinctively lifting her
hips up against the invading digit. Although her cunt
muscles quivered and clasped at his finger, Daya still
remained fast asleep. Jugnu inserted a second finger
and began to fuck them slowly in and out of his
mother’s tight, slippery cunthole, watching her face
intently for any signs of awakening. Daya’s cunt-juice
began to ooze out around her son’s fucking fingers and
dribble down the crack of her ass.
On impulse, he leaned forward and licked up the clear,
fragrant droplets before they could fall onto the bed
sheets. As Jugnu’s hot, wet tongue rasped suddenly over
her sensitive flesh, Daya’s eyes flew open. The first
thing she saw was the top of her son’s head, bobbing up
and down between her wide-spread thighs, and the first
thing she felt was the pure bliss of his tongue and
fingers working on her quivering gash. Daya groaned
with pleasure as she realized what was happening, and
reached down to grab the boy’s head with both hands,
pressing his mouth into her eager cunt.
Daya had been jealous, like just any mother, when Jugnu
got married. Her son was being taken away by another
women who came out of nowhere. He had even secretly
wished sometime that Jugnu would separate from his wife
and come back to live with her, even though she knew it
was an evil thought. But what was happening now was far
beyond that. Her son was getting intimate with her in a
way she had not even imagined. She was excited and
pleased.
Daya cried out as Jugnu’s hot young lips covered her
pussy and sucked her puffy cuntlips and distended clit
into his mouth. She spread her feet wide, bending her
knees and pulling them back until her aroused twat
stood out like a mound of runny pink jelly. Jugnu
licked and sucked at his mothers cunt like a hungry
young pup. Holding her naked ass-cheeks in both hands,
he lifted her hot, willing cuntflesh to his mouth,
licking and sucking the entrance of the very womb that
had given him life. Jugnu’s mouth on her clit was
driving Daya wild, and she gurgled deep in her throat
as her son chewed gently on her inflamed clit.
Jugnu rotated his head between Daya’s thighs, mouth
hungrily in the heated wetness of his mother’s wide-
open twat, her spread cuntlips covering his young face
with sticky, fragrant juices. As his horny mother
squealed and bucked her pussy against his chin, Jugnu
slipped his hands under her tight, firm asscheeks,
pulling her hot, juice-filled cunt harder against his
open mouth. Daya’s cuntflesh writhed and pulsed against
his face as her son buried his stiff, pointed tongue
deep inside her seething cunthole.
Daya was in seventh heaven as Jugnu noisily sucked up
her abundant juices and then began to thrust his hard
tongue in and out of her quivering snatch like a short,
fat cock, giving himself up completely to the wild,
incestuous energy that surged between them. His
beautiful mother felt the same, all thoughts of the
sinful nature of their coupling were blotted from their
minds. While they enjoyed each other’s bodies sexually,
they ceased to be mother and son, and became simply,
male and female, engaged in the age-old ritual of
mutual, sexual gratification.
As his nose pressed repeatedly against his mother’s
clit, Jugnu heard her uninhibited moans of pleasure
increase in both loudness and pitch. Her cunt began to
contract, opening and closing around his tongue until
he had a hard time breathing. Then he spread her still
wider with his palms and began to stab and flick his
tongue against his mother’s prominent clit, trying
desperately to make her come, teasing the hard, erect
little bud until she almost passed out from sheer
pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhghhh! Suck it, Jugnu! Put your lips around you
Ma’s cunt and suck it! Ma’s feeling so happy, my baby!
Ohhhh, Krishna!”
Daya’s tongue-ravaged pussy flowered open even wider as
she neared orgasm, her cunt-juices flowing freely out
over her son’s sucking mouth and chin, to trickle
slowly down into the damp crevice between the cheeks of
her compact little ass. The erotic scent of his
mother’s fully aroused cunt filled his nostrils as
Jugnu lifted his lips to her clit and sucked it deep
into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at it with a
fury, pressing it hard between his lips and
occasionally flicking it with the tip of his tongue,
but always returning it deep into his mouth as he
sucked on it like a baby on a tit.
Daya could feel her climax building rapidly, flowing
outward from her loins like a firey tidal wave of
white-hot pleasure. She pressed frantically on the back
of her son’s head as he ate her, rubbing her cunt
savagely against his face until she suddenly stiffened,
screaming in violent orgasm.
Torrents of cunt juice exploded into Jugnu’s fast
working mouth, spreading their sticky warmth all over
his cheeks and down his chin until his mother heaved
one last time, grunting out the last of her orgasm as
she collapsed back onto the bed.
The young man looked up at his mother, his lower face
still pressed into her cunt, watching her breasts and
nipples jutting stiffly upward. Daya looked down at
him, a satisfied smile on her glowing face.
Daya held out her hands, and Jugnu scrambled up over
her body until he lay on top of her, his stiff young
cock pressing urgently against the damp flesh of her
stomach, throbbing gently. Daya’s pussy shivered with
renewed cuntheat as she felt her son’s big prick
against her belly . Although she’d just experienced a
very powerful orgasm, she longed for his hard, virile
young cock filling her pussy. With a moan, she pulled
his cum-coated mouth down onto her own and kissed him
passionately, tasting her own cuntjuice on his soft,
wet lips. Jugnu cupped his mother’s firm, round titties
and squeezed gently. His tongue parted her lips and
darted down her throat as the son returned his mother’s
hot, fervent kiss with equal passion. Daya pulled her
lips from his.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jugnu?”, she breathed hotly
into his mouth.
“Would you like to fuck your mother?”
“Oh yes, Ma! I wanna fuck you now! I have wanted to
fuck you for so long, Ma”, gasped Jugnu.
Daya reached down between his muscular thighs and
wrapped her long, slender fingers around his swollen
prick, pumping her fist up and down her son’s long,
hard shaft a number of times.
Daya rubbed her son’s cock at her clit, mewling softly.
Jugnu looked down between them, writhing his ass with
youthful eagerness, anxious to ram his impatient cock
up his mother’s tightly-stretched cunt at the slightest
provocation. Daya looked up at her son with glazed eyes
as Jugnu began unbuttoning her blouse to free up her
breasts which were bursting inside her blouse. Then
Jugnu lowered his head and started sucking her right
breast. He took almost half of her breast into his
mouth and squeezed it with his lips. Daya gave a soft
little cry and began to stroke the back of her son’s
head as he suckled her. Daya remembered how her son
always loved sucking her breasts when he was young. She
let him suck until he was five years old and had to
force him out of the habit because her husband
objected. Otherwise, she would have let him suck as
long as he wanted. But now her dear son was back at her
breasts taking up where he left long back. Daya was
delighted to fell her son’s lips around her nipple and
it increased her excitement.
“Jugnu, fuck me now, please. I cannot stand it any
longer”, she whispered in her son’s ear. Jugnu lifted
himself up on his elbows and positioning his cock at
the entrance to his lovely mother’s cunt, slowly pushed
it inside the velvet fold. Daya moaned as she felt her
beloved son’s prick slide into her pussy. Then Jugnu
began hunching his hips, pumping his cock back and
forth inside his mother’s mound with long, deep
strokes. Daya lifted her head and stared down between
their sweat-soaked bodies, watching excitedly as her
son’s virile young cock slid deliciously in and out of
her snatch. Jugnu saw what she was doing and kissed her
damp forehead.
Her eyes were round and bright, fixed intently on her
son’s thick, purple-veined shaft as it reamed her
drooling cunt. She put her hands on his shoulders for
support as he lurched forward, his weight pushing her
bodily towards the head of the bed.
His mother’s crotch bounced up and down against him,
taking his glistening prick as deeply as possible. On
the down-stroke, Jugnuny began to grind his hips in a
slow circle, mashing his pubic bone hard against her
stiff, throbbing clit.
With gasping ecstasy, she bounced her ass faster and
faster, matching his powerful cockthrusts with equal
force. Her son fucked like a stallion, and Daya was
determined to enjoy him to the fullest. Not only now,
but every chance she got! Jugnu ran his hands all over
her tingling flesh, squeezing her big, jiggling tits
and creamy thighs. Anxious to please her, the young man
fucked his mother like a little demon, gripping her
taut, firm ass with both hands as he filled her hungry
cunt with a full nine inches of throbbing cock. His
sperm filled balls slapped noisily against the crack of
her ass, and the contracting muscles of Daya’s cunt
gripped his pistoning shaft so tightly, it almost felt
like his prick was being wrenched from his body each
time he pulled it out of her. Jugnu inched forward,
changing the angle of penetration, plunging his cock in
so deep that Daya felt her son’s cockhead enter the
very mouth of her womb!
“Is that…Unghh!.. your womb I am hitting, Ma!”,
panted Jugnu, increasing the length and tempo of his
thrusts. His voice was hoarse and his words were
punctuated by frequent grunts of exertion.
“Mmmmmmm! Krishna ! Krishna!, yes my son! It’s your
Ma’s womb where you came from! I’m so happy Jugnu.
Don’t stop, please. Keep hitting it. I feel so
thrilled!”
Her pleading voice died away to a wordless murmur as
Jugnu grabbed her firm, round tits, one in each hand,
and fucked his raging cock into his mother’s upthrust
cunt as hard as he could. The muscles on his back and
thighs bulged with the effort as Jugnu gave the his
lovely mother everything she had begged for…..and
more!
Jugnu sensed his mother’s orgasm blossom long before he
heard her loud scream of release. The whole sheath of
Daya’s slick, quivering cunt closed tightly around his
shaft, gripping and pulling at his pounding cock like a
hungry, sucking mouth. His balls swelled and contracted
as he felt his own climax peak with a mighty roar.
“AHHHHGGHH! OOOOOH, Jugnu! My BABY! NOW! OOOOOW!
Krishna! Krishna! NOWWW!”, yelled Daya as she felt her
son’s powerful ejaculation blast from the tip of his
cock, filling her spasming cunt with his hot, thick
jism. Their bodies were a blur of motion as mother and
son fucked like two wild animals in heat, abandoning
themselves completely to their mutual climaxes. Their
juices blended together, flooding her cunt, and washing
over his cock like a hot shower. Jugnu continued
hunching into her until his mother’s body went limp
beneath him. All the while her pussy kept squeezing his
cock, milking every last drop of cum from her young
son’s sperm-filled balls. Jugnu collapsed beside her,
hugging Daya’s, hot sweaty body against his own.
“That was wonderful, Ma!”, he gasped, “How about for
you?”
His mother snuggled against him, wrapping her trembling
fingers around his dwindling cock. It was still a
formidable size, coated liberally with their mingled
juices.
“Ohhh!…Jugnu!…Jugnu!”, panted Daya, “It was
fantastic, darling! I am in heaven, Jugnu! Was I better
than your wife?”, she asked eagerly. “Yes, Ma, you were
a thousand times better than her. I wish we had come
together before my marriage. I would never have married
Mala, Ma”, said Jugnu. “Yes, Jugnu, we both made a
mistake. If only we had been more courageous, we could
have had lots and lots of enjoyment. With your father
always on tour duty, you and I were alone so many days
in the house. We could have been enjoying each other
instead of sleeping separately. At least from now on,
let us not waste opportunities”, said Daya. Jugnu
looked deep into his mother’s eyes and said, “Ma, I
wish you were my wife”. Daya’s heart almost stopped
beating. This would be her ultimate happiness – being
wife to her own dear son. She hugged her son tight and
showered kisses on his lips and cheeks and said,
“Jugnu, my darling, I would be most happy to be your
wife. I love you so much.”. “Then, you get a divorce
from father and
I will get divorce from Mala and then I will marry you,
Ma”, said Jugnu. Daya felt thrilled that her son wanted
to marry her – not just enjoy her sex. But being a
mature woman, she knew that it is not practical. She
looked at her son with love and said, “Oh Jugnu, my
darling. I wish you and I could get married. But you
know we cannot live publicly as husband and wife.
Further, divorces will create problems for everybody.
Especially now you are going to have a baby through
Mala”.
Jugnu felt unhappy. He asked his mother, “Is there a
solution to this mother? I cannot live without you from
now on”. Daya replied, “I too cannot live without you,
darling. But we can find a solution. We should just let
things stay as there. I will be your mother for the
outside world. But inside the house, I will be your
wife. You get a job here and move in with us. Since you
father goes on tour most of the time, we can find lots
of opportunities to make love. We can also make your
grandmother’s house our love nest.” Having decided on
that, Daya and Jugnu indulged in an orgy of love making
the whole day. Jugnu found his mother insatiable and he
was only too happy to fuck her as many times as she
desired. Both the mother and the son felt they needed
to make up for all the lost time.
According to Daya’s plan, Jugnu found a job in the town
and moved in with his parents. Even after Jugnu’s wife
delivered a baby girl and came home, Jugnu and his
mother found time to make love. They visited his
grandmother often so that they can make love freely in
the upstairs’ room that her grandmother had given to
them exclusively. Six months went by in total bliss for
the mother-son couple and the inevitable happened. Daya
missed her period. When she missed her period a second
time confirming that she had gotten pregnant, Daya
broke the news to her husband-son with great joy. For
Jugnu, this was the ultimate in happiness. To add to
his happiness, one day when they were in bed, Daya told
him ,”Jugnu, now that I have been your wife for over
eight months and further I am carrying your baby, your
grandmother says that it is inappropriate for me to
wear this mangal-sutra put on my neck by your father.
So she has fixed an auspicious day when you will tie
your own mangal-sutra around your dear mother’s neck so
that she can be officially your wife.”
A month later, on the fixed auspicious day and time,
Jugnu removed his mother’s old mangal-sutra and tied
his own around her neck, making her his own wife and
nobody else’s. Seven month’s later, Daya delivered a
beautiful baby girl – a sister/daughter to her
son/husband.