Hello, My Dear Readers.
This is the final part of the story, and as much as I am excited to present it to you, I am also dejected to tell you the series is over.
I had started writing it long before I submitted my well-received stories like ‘Sexting Meghna Aunty’, ‘Watching My Parents Have Sex’, and even the 4th Episode of ‘Mallu MILF Asha’.
Back then, I had the vigor to dream about a plot like this. Still, I did not have enough experience writing erotic stories or even decent language skills to present my idea as a proper story to the readers.
I am glad I took the time to publish this series. I don’t think it would have found as much acceptance if I had hurried to submit it in my early days.
I have read plenty of better stories online, and there are a lot of other writers who provide great content regularly. But with ‘Sexting My Mother’, I feel I have set a standard for myself, and for my future works.
I request you all to read this part with an open mind, as there are instances, and dialogues, that quiz the interest and disinterest shown by the characters, so far, and also their intentions. But, for the story to conclude in the most convincing manner.
It is important that the actions are justified, and the ‘spark’ is explained, even if it means opening up a new set of unanswered questions. The idea here is to provide clarity on the mindset of both Ayan and Mona, during the course of the conversation, and also before and after they began texting.
For a series like this, I feel that is the most appropriate ending. I really want to continue with the story of the protagonists, but maybe in a new and different series.
Though I do not have an exact idea of the possible situations, I am very much hopeful of the same. I am only planning it, and it will be great if you can let me know what you think about it.
So, let’s get started with the story. For those who are here for the first time, this is a series of text messages between Ayan and his mother, Mona. As it is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier parts may make this more exciting.
Happy Reading!
It had only been a minute since Ayan received the picture from his mother. But, he felt he already knew each curve in his mother’s body, like she had always been naked for him, throughout his life.
This was not a photo that was taken sometime earlier. This was a photo that was taken that very second. This was a photo his mother shot, especially for her son.
6:55 AM was the time in the clock, just above the mirror in front of which Mona stood, occupying the upper left corner of the picture. It was exactly 5 hours since they had started texting.
But the question still remained. Did it all begin only after the first message was sent? Or was the first message sent only because something very dark and black had already taken birth?
It took a lot of years for Ayan and his mother, Mona, to slowly start feeling attracted towards each other. It took even more time for them to start expressing their most unrighteous desires and engage in the evilest of sins.
However funny it may seem, it only took a few mere hours, once they started talking, to expose their naked selves for each other.
“Just like I always imagined her to be.” Ayan said to himself, looking into his mother’s uncovered picture. He had a wide grin on his face and looked like a man possessed.
The picture of his mother in her purest form took him through a turmoil of emotions. What he had always feared would happen, was indeed happening. It was all just like he thought it would be. It was everything he tried not to let happen but miserably failed.
Ever since Ayan turned 18, he had been having very confusing, yet very arousing dreams of his mother, every other night. He had never lusted for her, and though he could never understand what the reason behind the strange reminders was, it always made him wonder if they were signs.
But, at the same time, being a loving son, he had also taken steps to make sure he did his best to wipe off any corrupt feelings he developed for his mother.
He was in constant conflict with this very hidden perverted desire that had been unconsciously, forcing him to take part in this sinful act with his mother. And, though, not at his own will. He did send her wrongful images of himself, even as a section of his mind always tried to tell him not to.
It was only at this moment, after seeing his mother in her bare self, he could completely convince himself that he had indeed been sexting his own mother, all this while.
It was only after he confirmed that his own mother had been stimulating herself, as she talked to her son, that he could convince himself that he, too, was as eager as his own mother. And, that he, too, was an equally interested participant.
It was only at this moment that he realized he really had her. He knew he truly owned her. He knew his own mother was ready for him. He could no longer show reluctance. He could no longer resist. He no longer had to.
If the messages they exchanged could bring out the devil in a sexually active person like him, there was no doubt on the intensity of the effect it would have on somebody like his mother. Somebody of her age. Somebody who has already confessed how lonely and unsatisfied she has been feeling for a long time.
“How did I manage to picture this so perfectly, all these days?” Ayan asked himself again.
Ironically, it was almost the same set of words his own mother used when she saw the photo of her son’s undressed assets. Mona, too, had, for a long time, been a slave to her incestual wants.
Mona: You did this to me, Ayan! I cannot hold myself back anymore. I have never been so turned on my whole life. I just could not resist falling for you. And, after seeing your big dick, my son, I cannot stop imagining being dirty for you. All I really want now is you and your monster!
Mona waits for a couple of minutes after sending the message but gets no reply from Ayan.
Mona: Hello?
Mona sends a message, but Ayan has not received it.
Mona: You there, Ayan?
Mona sends one more message and also tries calling Ayan, the very next second. Only to realize that the call cannot be connected, as he is in an out of coverage area, right now.
Mona: You did not like what I sent you? You did not like what you saw?
Mona was extremely excited after sending her own son a naked picture of hers. It was the ultimate message any mother could send her son. It was the biggest sign of submission.
She was expecting Ayan to finally confess his feelings for her. She was sure he would at-least reply. And, she was getting restless, not hearing from him.
Mona still does not get a reply and sends Ayan one more message.
Mona: Do you at least believe it is really me?
Mona waits, but, again, does not get a reply. She starts to feel let down and is disgusted for shamelessly offering her body to her son, and ridiculing herself.
It had been a few minutes now, and she was starting to wonder if something was seriously wrong when she noticed Ayan was back online. And, she immediately sent him a message.
Mona: Ayan? Are you still there?
Ayan: Sorry, Mom. I was in the lift. And, there was a power failure. I got stuck inside, and there was no network. That is why I could not text you.
Mona: Ohh. Hhmm. That is okay, Ayan. I thought you fell asleep.
Ayan: Why did you think I fell asleep?
Mona: I thought so, not seeing your message.
Ayan: I was not sleeping, Mom.
Mona: You have been up all night. So, I just thought. And it is 7:10 AM. In the morning. You haven’t slept one bit.
Ayan: We! We, Mom. We haven’t slept one bit.
Mona: Yeah…
Ayan: But, there was no way I was going to fall asleep after seeing the picture you just sent me.
Mona: I thought you were not going to talk about it… I mean… I thought you were filled with guilt again.
Ayan: Hahaha. Mom. I don’t think I need to do that anymore.
Mona: So… Did you like it?
Ayan: I loved the picture you sent me. I loved it. You are just amazing, Mom. I have never seen anything so tempting my whole life.
Mona: Ayan…
Ayan: What is it, Mom?
Mona: I don’t know what it is I want to tell you. I really want you, Ayan. But. I don’t want to force myself on you. And, so. I want you to tell me the truth. I don’t know what difference it will make now. I don’t know how it matters. But I want to know. Where you really innocent during our conversation? Or were you just pretending? Pretending to show unwillingness.
Ayan: I did not know how to tell you what exactly I was feeling, Mom. I just did not know what will happen to our relationship. What I do know is, I was holding myself back, every single second. I was too excited but equally terrified.
Mona: I know, Ayan. I can understand. I totally get it. And. I know this is all so unreal. But I need you. I mean. I know what this. I just don’t have the right words. Do you have anything else to tell me, Ayan? I mean. Do you have anything to tell me now?!
Ayan: Mom. I love you, Mom. I tried doing everything I could to keep this a secret fantasy. But, I don’t think I can continue that any longer. I want you. I really want you, Mom. I cannot wait to show you how desperately I want you.
Mona: Oh. Ayan. I love you too, Ayan. You have no idea how badly I have been waiting for this day. I cannot wait to have you all for myself. I want to show you how much I have been craving for my son.
Ayan: Mom. You always felt this? You always wanted me?
Mona: Yes, Ayan. I always used to think about it. How it would be if we were getting laid. For real! And, I used to have these dreams where I would be having my holes filled by you, on your Dad’s bed. So many times. You have no idea.
Ayan: Did you think about it even during the days’ everything was fine between you and Dad?
Mona: What? Hahaha. You are so. Isn’t this too early for you to be asking that? You really want to know? I think I should tell you that later. Hahaha!
Ayan: Tell me, Mom. Please. I can’t wait to know…
Mona: Haha. I will. If you very honestly tell me about what you have been feeling about me, all this while. Did you ever think of making a move on me, even before we started texting? I want you to be very honest here.
Ayan: I can’t say I thought about making a move on you. But, there was this instance where I fapped to you. I just could not stop myself from doing it.
Mona: Haha… Yeah? When was that? Was it during our Delhi trip?
Ayan: Mom. No… Err…Remember the day we went to pick up Dad from the airport? The day he told us he was planning to quit his job for a new one. It was a couple of weeks into my holidays after the first semester at college.
Mona: Yes. I clearly remember.
Ayan: And then once we were home, Dad had an urgent call to attend, and you helped me with the luggage. You bent a little too much to pick up his duffel bag, and I saw your cleavage that day. It was a lot of skin show, and I couldn’t take it. I was stunned. And I found myself getting hard.
Mona: And?
Ayan: And. I felt I needed to get off right there. You had only gone inside your bedroom, and I started watching a porn movie on my phone, standing almost just outside the closed door. That is how excited I was.
Mona: And?
Ayan: And. I did not expect you to come out of the room so quickly. But, what shook me more was the sight of your hard nipples poking out of your white kurti. It was just like the actresses in the adult video I was watching. I mean, before she stripped herself. I was ogling at your tits, just like I gazed at her melons.
Mona: And?
Ayan: And. I just could not resist wishing if you were the MILF in the video. I just could not resist thinking about you like a pornstar. I really really wished it was you giving me satisfaction through your recorded filthy act. It was something that I craved for in a split-second. And, I did wank off to the thought of it later. But, also felt guilty about it.
Mona: Wait. Wait. Am I missing something here? What did you do the very next second you saw the door open?
Ayan: I was trying to hide my phone first. But then realized I also need to cover my hard dick. I was just stuck, actually. And, I was relieved to see you walk towards the other side of the hall without looking at me.
Mona: Well. Ayan. I am glad you have been telling me the truth. And, now, let me complete. I mean. Let me try guessing what must have happened next.
Ayan: Haha. This is all that happened. But still, give it a go.
Mona: Okay. So. I walked out of my room. I saw you standing just outside, and I immediately noticed the bulge in your pants.
Ayan: What? Haha. No way. You are not trying to guess here. You are making up something.
Mona: Wait until you hear the whole of it. You watch me walk past you. But, you are thrilled to see my thick back sway, and you put your hand inside your loose shorts, play with your ‘toy’ and jerk off, looking at me!
Ayan: Mom! Oh my. Fine. I am sorry I did not tell you that part. But. That is indeed some fine guessing, Mom. How did you manage to guess so correct?
Mona: Hahaha. How do you think I did that?
Ayan: I don’t know, Mom. Haha. All I can say is I am impressed.
Mona: Hahaha. Let me try adding on to it. So. You masturbate hard looking at me, and you cum in under a minute. And, then, to your own horror, you realize you had shot your load straight down your legs, that was covered by your shorts only till the knees. And, a thick portion of your cum has leaked on to the floor.
Ayan: Oh shit. What the hell? Did you guess that, too?
Mona: Hahaha.
Ayan: Mom. You saw me do that, didn’t you?! How? I mean. I am sorry. But how? You were talking on the phone, with your back facing me. How did you manage to see me?
Mona: Oh, Ayan.
Ayan: You had me right there, Mom! You had caught me! I mean. I did that looking at you. You were just a few inches away from me. But, I thought there was no way you would notice! I knew it was risky. But, I thought I only had to worry about Dad coming out of the room. How did you know I did that?! Mom?
Mona: My dear son, I am sorry, but I had you right there. I had caught you, Ayan, red-handed. The framed painting in the wall has so often served as a mirror, my son. I could see everything you were doing, including you, rubbing your balls, vigorously, in absolute clarity.
Ayan: Why did you not punish me right there? Why did you not ask me about it?
Mona: I just did not think I had to. I did not feel what you did was wrong. I was definitely surprised. But, I did not feel I had to stop you.
Ayan: Fuck. I still can’t believe this. But. You still dared to come with me to Delhi. Why?
Mona: Who said it was a dare?! You really think that was the case? I had come prepared. Hahaha. I wanted to see what you will do for me. But, whatever that is. I am glad you said the truth about the ‘incident’ that day. At-least you admitted it. I just wanted to know if you were still planning on hiding anything from me.
Ayan: Why do I get the feeling you have been planning this all along, more and more?? Did you plot this, Mom?
Mona: Hahaha. I think I will just answer your earlier question, for now. And. The answer is yes!
Ayan: What? What earlier question?
Mona: Hahaha. Ayan. Your earlier question. Whether I had these feelings for you even when things were fine between your Dad and me. Yes, is the answer!
Ayan: Mom.
Mona: Yes, Ayan. I did think about you even when everything was okay in our relationship. There was also this one very crazy night, where he was banging me really rough, and I almost moaned your name. It was in-fact a few months before I caught you in the ‘act’ I mentioned above, and I still don’t know what took me there. But, it wasn’t the first sexual inclination I felt towards you, either. It, however, confirmed a lot of things to me. I could feel my desires crossing over. I no longer wanted you to be a part of just my fantasies. I had started to wish you were in my reality.
Ayan: Ohh. Mom. And?
Mona: What and?
Ayan: I mean. What about the time nothing happened with Dad? What about the time you started feeling the distance? Were you still thinking about me? Or.
Mona: What are you trying to ask me, Ayan?
Ayan: Did you have somebody else in your life? Especially when you had all these yearnings.
Mona: Oh, Ayan. Hahaha. Seriously? You think that is a question you can ask your own mother? You cannot ask your mother if she has hooked up with another man.
Ayan: Hahaha. I don’t think that really is a matter of concern here. And, above all, I have a very valid reason to ask you that. Hehe.
Mona: Hahaha. Yeah? Shoot!
Ayan: You told me it has been a long time since you had sex with Dad. Then why is it that you have a very neat, clean-shaven pussy? I mean. Your vagina looks like it got a trim very recently.
Mona: So, you did notice my peach. But, let me confirm it wasn’t for any random man. Or, to be more precise. I am not dating anybody.
Ayan: So. You always keep it bald?
Mona: Hahaha. Okay, I am a bit ashamed to tell you this. But, you won’t believe how hairy my pussy was. I never bothered to care for it.
Ayan: So, when did you use the blade? Before leaving for Delhi?
Mona: No. Even though I really hoped something would happen there, I never thought we would go the full distance.
Ayan: So, when was it?
Mona: I shaved my pubic hair after I shared the bed with you. After the room-boy in the hotel asked me if you were my husband.
Ayan: But, why, Mom?
Mona: I don’t know, Ayan. I started having this feeling that I should be fully ready for you.
Ayan: What were you thinking, Mom?
Mona: I still don’t know, Ayan. I just felt I had to keep my love hole ready. Maybe, I did think about how it would be if we were really a couple. Maybe, I was just making sure I can serve you a pussy you would love to feed on. I hope I got it right.
Ayan: Yes! Yes, you did, Mom. Let me just tell you this. Your pussy is indeed the best pussy I have ever seen. And just like how the mole, above your lips, makes your face look more pretty, the black mole just above your pussy lips makes it look extra special.
Mona: Hahaha. So. You did look into my picture very carefully. You have found out a lot of ‘details’. I am equally impressed.
Ayan: You are so hot, Mom. I have not been able to take my eyes off the picture you send me. Not even the sexiest of actresses would look so exciting in the nude.
Mona: Hahaha. That is way too much of a compliment. But, I don’t mind this attention from my son. So, what were you going to do looking at my picture?
Ayan: Well.
Mona: Wait. What are you doing now?! I completely forgot. Why were you in the lift, Ayan? Where were you going?
Ayan: Don’t get angry, Mom. I was on my way to my friend’s room. To show him the picture you just sent me. I thought I should share it with him.
Mona: What? Oh my… Ayan. Please. Don’t do that. Please! Delete the picture!
Ayan: Hahaha. Why? Why should I delete it? A picture of a mother’s naked body in her son’s phone is normal. Right?!
Mona: Ayan! Delete it. Please. You cannot show that picture to your friends.
Ayan: Hahaha. Mom. Relax. Haha. I was just joking.
Mona: Why were you in the lift, then? Where are you heading to? What are you doing there?!
Ayan: I was walking towards the hostel gate, Mom. But then I took a break to text you. I just could not walk reading all your explosive messages. I am now near the exit. I need to catch a taxi.
Mona: Why? Where are you going? Isn’t it only 7:50 AM? Where are you going so early?
Ayan: I am going to the Railway Station, Mom.
Mona: Why? Did you leave anything behind?
Ayan: Hahaha. No. I have a train to catch.
Mona: What? Where are you going?
Ayan: I am coming back home!
Mona: What? You cannot be serious!
Ayan: I am.
Mona: Are you really coming home?
Ayan: Yes, Mom!
Mona: And, what are you planning to do once you are here?
Ayan: I haven’t really thought about it. Maybe spend time with you, like we did in Delhi.
Mona: So, you plan to do only what you did with me in Delhi?
Ayan: You only want me to sleep with you?
Mona: Was it only just sleep that you did in Delhi?
Mona waits for a minute, and on seeing no reply, she sends Ayan another text.
Mona: Your Dad has just left.
Ayan: Dad is really going to be away? So, it is only going to be you and me at home?!
Mona: Yes.
Ayan: But, I don’t think you are very happy to know I am coming home.
Mona: Who told you that?
Ayan: I think so. I feel like you don’t want me to come home.
Mona: I want you to, Ayan. I really want you to be home with me.
Ayan: Then, why do you sound so uncertain?
Mona: No way! Not at all. I am sure about this. I want this.
Ayan: I don’t know, Mom. I still think you don’t want me to come.
Mona: Well. Ayan. Listen. I have been trying to tell you this for a long time. I am tired of typing all this down. I am just done texting you. Now. This is what I want. I want you to come home. I want you to come home to your Mom. I want you to come home to your Mom and cum inside your Mom!!
As Ayan got into the same taxi that had dropped him off at his hostel gate, just a few hours ago, but now with a raging hard-on that clearly swelled out of his jeans, his mother pushed her fingers deeper into her craving cunt.
Ayan was heading to the Railway Station to hop into the same train he had got out of, but this time to head back home.
As Ayan reached the platform, unable to hide his excitement, his own mother moaned and groaned, imagining it was not her fingers but her own son pleasing her, as he found his way back inside her mature pussy.
The conversation between Ayan and his mother Mona was revelational, scandalous, and unbelievable. Neither of them was completely convinced it was all really true. But, nothing could stop them from being thrilled about what the future had for them.
A few more hours and everything was going to be different. They could change their minds, of course, but they were not going to do it. They did not want to. Lines were crossed, and boundaries were destroyed.
Each time the mother and son told each-other their truths, they were also constantly made to wonder how many lies they would have to tell the other people in their lives. They were constantly made to think about how they were going to keep this a secret as they continued to live their ‘normal’ lives.
Whatever they intended to do to make sure this stays between them, they very well knew they were never going to be the regular mother and son they were even until yesterday.
When Ayan gets back home, he wouldn’t be the son he thought he was. When he left for college, last night, as his mother watched anxiously, hoping for his best, suppressing her own desires. But, he was going to be the young stud his mother would be desperately waiting to welcome home and spread her legs for.
He was going to be the hunk she would never want to stop being pleased by. He was going to be the man she would want to have inside her for years to come.
THE END
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