Hi ISS readers, I’m Angelo a 23 year old single male from the USA. I am not Indian but I enjoy reading all about incest no matter where its from and I really enjoy all the stories here at ISS. I hope you enjoy hearing about my situation that I’m presently involved in.
I had always fantasized about my mom, ever since I was around 14 or so. I loved looking at her hot body and very attractive face and I am not ashamed to say that I would often masturbate to dirty thoughts of my mom on a daily basis, but never thought anything would ever happen between us. My mom has a body built for sex as she is 5’7″, 135 lbs with big firm 38D tits. Her measures are 38D-28-38.
My dad has to travel close to 65% of the time for his business/job and when he wasn’t traveling, he would still have to go to work locally. When in town, he would leave at 7:00am and not return home until 7:30pm, sometimes later, and would go into work on Saturdays, too. Then on Sundays, he would just lounge around the house and relax, as he was totally exhausted from working all week, not that I blamed him for that.
Of course, this meant that my mother rarely went out, except for family functions, weddings, or the like. I could see that this was having an effect on my mother. She basically had given up on herself and was resigned to the fact that this was the way it was going to be for the rest of her life. She still had her knockout looks intact, but around the house she never put on any makeup and was always dressed in frumpy clothes (house dresses, sweats, etc.). I guess, she figured she wasn’t going anywhere, except to the store, so why dress up; not that my mother dressed sexily anyway. My mother was your normal, average, everyday wife and mother, who were totally faithful to my father. Even when she went out to functions, she dressed conservatively, wearing dresses just at knee level, or slightly above, and would never reveal any of her ample cleavage. She never wore tight form fitting dresses or outfits and her bathing suits were all one-piece. But even dressed this way, she still looked sexy as hell and turned heads wherever she went.
As I grew older, I had often hoped to come home early from school and catch her in bed with another man, so I could use that against her and try to fuck her myself, but that never happened. As I told you previously, she was totally faithful to my father.
It was when I was 17 years old, on the first day that my dad was away on one of his business trips, when I arrived home from school that everything changed. I noticed a very subtle change in my mother, as she had started wearing a little makeup and did her hair up. I don’t think she realized that I noticed, but I did.
The following week held more surprises, as my mother’s frumpy house clothes were replaced by jeans, shorts and T-shirts. She also was putting her makeup on a bit heavier.
The next week, my mother’s jeans, shorts and T-shirts became tight jeans, tight shorts and tight T-shirts. The T-shirts had to be at least a size smaller, as my mother’s big juicy tits were sticking out from them like a sore thumb. I had never seen my mother wear anything like that before. Also, she had put a much heavier coat of makeup on, including putting lip-gloss over her full sensuous pouty lips. She was looking outrageous.
Noticing this change, I started spending a little more time at home.
With me home more, my mom was going out of her way to give me good looks at her body, like walking in the living room and moving an ashtray from one side of the coffee table to the other, then walking out again.
Also, I noticed was that my mother would always keep a robe with her, somewhere close, and as I found out later, it was because if anyone happened to knock on the door, she could put the robe on, as she didn’t want anyone else but me to see her dressed that way.
But the biggest thing was that my mother began openly flirting with me and was giving me a lot more hugs and kisses. The kisses were on my cheek but when she hugged me, she was pressing her body and her tits firmly against me and holding me a lot longer than she had in the past.
However, whenever my father was home, she didn’t put any makeup on and stayed in her frumpy clothes. I began thinking to myself, was my mother dressing up for me? However being it was my own mother, I was totally confused by what was going on, I had no idea how to react to it, thinking maybe my thoughts were all in my head and my mom had no motive for the way she was dressing when my dad wasn’t home.
Well one day, when I came home from school, I was in the kitchen getting a snack, when my mother walked in, dressed in a very tight, low-cut knit blouse, tight shorts and a pair of high heels and she was made up to the hilt. Her hair was all teased up and she had on a real heavy coat of makeup. But what really caught my eye was her blouse, as my mother had no bra on and her hard nipples were sticking out of the material very noticeably and she was showing plenty of cleavage, I mean plenty of cleavage. I had never seen my mom dressed like that in my life, at least not in front of me, maybe in the bedroom with my dad, but certainly not in front of me.
When I said hello to her, she immediately came over to me and gave me a huge hug, smashing her body against me tightly and then with her hands, pulled my head towards her head and gave me a kiss on the lips.
She then asked me how her big man was doing today. Almost speechless, as of course I was totally distracted by her displaying her body to me the way she was, I managed to give her an answer, telling her I was great. She said she was glad and was happy that I was home, as she wanted to talk to me about something.
Then my mother asked me what I thought about her new outfit? I again managed to stammer out an answer, telling her I thought it looked great. Then she asked if I knew why she was dressed like she was? I told her, no, and that’s when my mom dropped the bomb on me.
She said she was dressed like she was because that was part of what she wanted to talk to me about. She said that she had thought about what she was about to say for a long time and had finally decided that it’s what she really wanted and now she was going to do something about it and get everything out in the open.
Then my mom told me that she had been dressing up more sexily around me and was dressed like she was today because she wanted us to begin having sex, on a regular basis! Then without hesitating, she just point blank came out and said, “That’s right, I want you to fuck me!! Would you like to fuck me!!”
Well to say that I was stunned, by my mother’s admission, her frankness and choice of words, would be an understatement, I was floored. But I quickly managed to get a hold of my senses and told my mom, “Yes, of course I would!!”
With that my mom moved closer to me again and hugged me and told me that she was glad that I had said Yes and that we were going to have a lot of fun together and she would explain her reasons why later, but right now she just wanted to get started.
With that I embraced my mother tighter and began kissing her softly on the lips and she reciprocated. Pretty soon the pace had picked up and my mother and I were tongue kissing hotly.
As our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, I reached around and began caressing my mother’s ass. My mother began moaning softly. Within minutes our bodies were grinding against one another very passionately and I reached up and under my mother’s blouse and began squeezing her tits and then I tried to take her blouse off. My mother stopped me and said we should go into the living room.
Once inside, we got on the couch and I pulled my mother’s blouse up, over her head and off. There before my eyes, for the first time, were my mother’s luscious, naked, big silver dollar nipple tits, what a sight to behold. They were awesome!!!
I then began sucking, licking, biting, and squeezing my mother’s tits, as my mother squealed in delight. Shortly after, as I continued playing with her tits, I unbuttoned my mother’s shorts and reached my hand down inside and began fingering and rubbing up my mother’s pussy. My mother was beside herself by now, bucking up and down wildly on the couch and squealing loudly. It didn’t take long to get my mother off and I came right inside my pants, having never taken them off.
After we calmed down a bit, my mother said she wanted to talk to me. I started thinking to myself, that she didn’t want to do anymore and was having second thoughts. But it was nothing like that.
Basically, the conversation was how much she needed what we were going to do together, how piss poor her sex life was with my father, being he was away so much and even when he was home he was always working and tired and had no time for her.
She then added that from now on I was going to be her main man in bed. She said she wanted to experience and try everything with me. She also added that no one must ever know and we must keep it our secret, but that she had other fantasies that she wanted me to help her fulfill in the future.
Of course I agreed and with that my mother said to me the words I only dreamed about ever hearing from her lips.
“Okay, let’s go upstairs and go to bed.”
As soon as we got to the spare bedroom, as my mother told me on the way upstairs, that the spare bedroom would be “our” bedroom from now on, our “fuck” room, I shut the door and now me and my mother were in our own little world, our own little incestuous world.
We immediately began tongue kissing and groping each other very passionately. Before long we were both totally naked. Standing there looking at my mother’s luscious body, with her big juicy tits sticking out in all their naked glory was too much for me to imagine. And with me standing in front of my mother, with a raging erection, was equally unimaginable. I told my mother how sexy and hot her body was and she returned the compliment, by telling me what a nice big hard cock I had.
Without me saying another word, the next thing I knew my mother was down on her knees in front of me, and began sucking and licking my cock and balls. Watching my cock going in and out of my mother’s mouth was almost surrealistic. I almost couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. As my mother continued slurping on my cock, needless to say, it didn’t take me long until she drained a hot load of my cum, which she made me shoot all over her big juicy tits. She then began rubbing my cum all over her tits with her hands and then lewdly licked her hands clean. She then remarked how much she liked the taste of my cum and next time she was going to swallow my whole load.
It was now my mother’s turn to be serviced. She got up off her knees and told me that she wanted me to eat her pussy out. We laid down on the bed and I went to town on my other’s body. I began sucking, licking and biting her tits and nipples, as my mother moaned and groaned in delight.
I then went down and spread her legs apart and began eating her pussy out and finger fucking her wet cunt. My mother was beside herself, bucking up and down on the bed wildly and shrieking loudly, until she exploded into an ear splitting orgasm, cumming like a geyser. My mother told me she had never cum like that in her life. I told her she better be prepared to cum like that more often and she told me she could hardly wait.
It was then that my mom said words that I again would never forget to this day, she said, “I want you to Fuck me now!!”
I was going to get to fuck my mother for the very first time.
My mother laid down on the bed and spread her legs apart and told me to lay down on top of her and put my cock inside her pussy. I then mounted my mother and slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy and started to furiously fuck my gorgeous, sexy mother. It was the most incredible feeling I ever had felt in my life, finally realizing and living out my fantasy, of fucking my own mother, even though it was her who made my dream possible to begin with.
As I pounded her pussy, my mother was yelping and squealing loudly, and started to respond to my fuck, with movements of her own. She wrapped her legs around me, with her two feet pressed against the small of my back, and began meeting my thrusts, with thrusts of her own. We continued our lewd fuck, as the sounds of our bodies slamming together and my balls slapping against her ass, filled the air.
I looked at my mother’s face, etched in sheer ecstasy, and cried out to her, “Mom, Oh Mom, we’re fucking, we’re fucking baby!!!!!!!”
My mother replied, “Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!!!!!”
It didn’t take long for me to cum and when I pulled out, I shot my load all over my mother’s belly and tits. Again my mother rubbed my cum in with her hands, and again licked them clean, telling me she was going to swallow a full load eventually.
We calmed down a bit, and as we were holding and caressing each other, my cock started to rise again and my mother, feeling it against her body, said it looked like it was a good time to go down and get herself a mouthful of cum. She then slithered down my body and proceeded to suck me off, until I gave her what she wanted, a load of my hot sticky cum right down her hot cock sucking throat. She licked her lips and my cock clean, with her tongue, and came up smiling saying, “Umm, that was good, I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
The rest of the day was one big fuck fest, as my cock was constantly hard, and me and my mother fucked and sucked, like two kids who’d just gotten new toys. We fucked in different positions, standing up, doggie style and my mother rode my cock like a bucking bronco, swinging her arms above her head, as her huge tits were bouncing all around wildly.
At the end of the day, as we were straightening up and airing out my room, (as the room reeked of the smell of sex), I asked my mother where she got the tight revealing blouse she had on when I came home from school. She told me she got it from some boxes of old clothes that were in the spare bedroom closet, which were too small for her to wear now.
When I asked her how many boxes there were, she told me three. I asked if there were any skirts in the boxes and she said there were. I then suggested that in the morning, we bring the boxes down, pick out some clothes and make some slutty outfits out of them, by cutting the blouses to be really low-cut and shortening the skirts to make really short miniskirts. My mother loved the idea, telling me that she had always fantasized about dressing like that.
Then I told my mother that there was something else I wanted her to do in those outfits, too. I told her I wanted her to start doing strip-tease dances for me. Again my mother loved the idea, telling me she had always wanted to do that too, but was afraid to try it on my father, figuring he’d wonder where the hell she got an idea like that, all of a sudden. I told her there was no need to fantasize about anything anymore, as I would fulfill all of her fantasies, and if there was anything she wanted to try, just ask.
My mom just said that she wanted to be my slut and was willing to do anything or try anything I wanted and she wanted to try a lot of new and different things. At that point, neither me nor my mom had any idea of where all of our experimentation would eventually lead us, as you know by my initial letter to you..
When we finished upstairs, after cleaning up and showering, we went downstairs and as my mother was cooking us something to eat, as we both were starving, I was rubbing up her ass and tits and kissing her and I actually brought her to orgasm, as I had her pinned up against the countertop and was rubbing up her pussy.
Well we continued fucking and fooling around until my dad got home from his trip and then we just acted like one big happy family, of course just until his next trip, but he still had to go to work during the day when he was home anyway.
However, I did feel something very strange inside me. I remember looking at my father and for the first time, I felt like I had some sort of power over him. What I mean is that I had fucked his wife (my mother) and he had no idea what had happened while he was away and what would continue to be happening in the future. I was going to be fucking his wife now, more than he was. It was sort of like I was in control of his wife now, not him.
The night my dad got home, when I went to bed, I couldn’t sleep a wink, thinking over the whole incredible series of events, reliving every single minute of it, over and over in my head. I did however have one big concern. I wondered that with my dad finally home and sleeping with him, if my mother would feel guilty about what had occurred, and wouldn’t want to fuck anymore.
Morning finally arrived and I heard my father getting ready for work. It takes him basically about forty-five minutes to leave for work, but that morning it felt like hours until he left. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so I could be alone with my mother. Well he finally left and I got up from my bed, peeked out the window, and watched him get in the car and drive off. It was time to go get some sex from my mother.
I took off my underwear, as that’s all I sleep in, and walked down the hall totally nude to my mother’s bedroom. My cock began to rise as thoughts of fucking my mother again filled my head. When I got to the bedroom, the door was open. I walked inside and my mother wasn’t in her bed, she was in the bathroom, as I could see the light coming from the bottom of the closed bathroom door. Giving my mother her privacy, I returned to my bedroom to wait a few more minutes.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed when my mother’s presence suddenly appeared
In the doorway. I looked up and any thoughts that I may have had about my mother feeling guilty and not wanting to fuck anymore were quickly erased. My mother was standing in the doorway totally nude, with her hair all teased up, a heavy coat of makeup on, and her lips glossed over with lip gloss. She looked luscious.
I said, “Mom!!!” and she replied smiling, “Your slut’s here for her fuck!!!!!”
I got up off the bed and as we walked towards each other I said, “All right, Mom!!!!!”
We embraced and tore into one another, tongue kissing passionately and groping each other’s bodies.
It was at that point that I realized, from the hungriness of my mother’s kisses, that our affair was going to flourish into a long term thing. Not only didn’t she appear to have any guilt, but by her spoken word, her hot hungry kisses and her lewd body movements grinding up against me, my mother was hooked on what we were doing and so was I.
For the next two hours we fucked and sucked in total abandon and sexual bliss. We were going at it like two wild animals. I realized then that I had a super hot mother on my hands. It was then that I decided that I could not only totally make her do anything I wanted, as she had invited me to try, but make her into my total slut fantasy woman, too.
It was from that point on that my mother started leading a double life. When my dad was home on nights and weekends, she would be the supposedly faithful and dutiful wife to my father. But during the day, she would turn into a shameless, wanton, incestuous slut/whore for her own son, engaging in raunchy lewd sexual behavior, in ways that she had never even dreamed of, or even knew existed. When he was out of town on business, it was one wild fuck and suck fest at our house.
After those two hours of fucking, we went downstairs, ate a good breakfast that would hold us to dinner time, as the rest of the day would be devoted to hot incestuous sex. At breakfast, my mother told me that she didn’t sleep that well, as she was thinking about me and couldn’t wait to get started again in the morning. When I asked her if she had sex with dad, she said she did, but that it didn’t even come close to the sex she was having with me. Boy, was my head swelled after that statement. What a way to give a guy’s ego a boost…huh.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to the spare bedroom closet and brought down the three boxes filled with the old clothes. We went through the boxes and filled up about one and a half boxes full of clothes that we could alter into slutty outfits. Over the course of the next few weeks, we would alter all of the clothes, by cutting up the front of the blouses making them extremely low-cut, to almost fully reveal my mother’s ample chest and cleavage and hemming up skirts to make them short micro mini’s, barely covering my mother’s ass.
I can’t even begin to put into word’s what it was like to see your own mother go from being dressed in frumpy clothes to dressing up like some cheap slutty street hooker, right in front of your own eye’s. It was unreal then and it still is to this very day. Every time I see my mom dressed like a slut, it is definitely a cock hardening experience.
But on that day, we only did one outfit and as my mother was standing there in her low-cut blouse, short mini (no panties), stockings and high heels, I made my mother strut around the room posing and bending over for me, giving me great views of her hot delicious body.
Then I guided my mother through her first, of many, strip-tease dances that she would perform for me over the years.
I put on some music, then instructed my mother on the fine art of strip-teasing. However, what I was making my mother perform had nothing to do with fine art. I had my mother performing a series of lewd and raunchy movements, as she was dressed like a complete and total slut, and I had her finally acting like one too.
I had her gyrating her body lewdly, rubbing her hands all over her body and suggestively and seductively licking her lips. I could tell as I watched her that she was getting visibly turned on by what was taking place and she was totally into it.
After a couple of dances, as she was in the middle of a dance, I got up off the bed and knelt down behind her, and started to rub up her legs, ass, pussy and tits, as she continued to dance. As I was doing this, my mother was panting and moaning, until after a while her legs and body started to get rubbery, and I had to hold her up, as she was bucking and screaming and erupted into earth shaking climax. That scene has been repeated many, many times, over the year’s, as it’s become a regular part of our routine. I also, dance behind her and rub my cock on her ass as she’s dancing and then sometimes just bend her over and fuck her from behind while standing up.
As for my mother’s strip-teasing ability now, I’d put her against anyone out there today, when it comes to a slow sensual tease. Of course my mother cannot do the acrobatic movements the younger dancers do, but for a slow tease, she’s the best. Over the year’s, she’s even incorporated sex toys into her performance. She puts a blanket on the floor, she dances and then lays down on the blanket and fucks herself with a dildo, or vibrator, until she gets herself off. Then I go down on her, eat out her wet pussy, until she cums again and then I fuck the shit out of her.
Well getting back to that day, after my mother’s first strip-tease and cum, we fucked and sucked the rest of the day away until dinner time, sixty-nining, fucking in all positions and she sucked my cock and swallowed a couple of my hot loads.
It was incredible!! My mother was incredible!! She surpassed my wildest dreams and fantasies with her performance. She was well on her way to becoming a total slut and whore.
Needless to say, that night we both had a good night’s sleep, pretty much exhausted from our sexual adventures and not sleeping much the night before.
Over the course of the following weeks, my mother was getting hotter and hotter with each passing day. She was dressing in the different outfits that we had altered and she was loving every minute of it, as was I.
But something happened, during the course of those weeks that basically would shape the course we would take until this very day. As I was fucking my mother, I started to get really vulgar and dirty in my sex talk to her. I was calling her, “slut,” “whore,” “tramp” and I noticed that my mother was getting visibly turned on by this type of talk. She would respond with greater enthusiasm, her moans and groans would get louder and louder and she began saying things like, “Give it to me, fuck me harder!!” “Fuck mommy’s pussy,” “Cum all over my tits”. I talked to her about it and she said it really did turn her on to be talked to that way and she loved it. So that also became a regular part of our fuck sessions from that day on.
Another thing we started doing was that we began watching xxx-rated porno tapes (that my mother had gotten). After watching the porn stars perform, my mother started to take on the persona of a porn star, it was like having my own live-in porn queen.
That also would be a major development in our affair, as anytime we wanted to try anything new, we would watch an xxx-rated tape and it would give us some ideas about what we wanted to experiment with next.
It was a videotape, that we were watching, that had an anal scene in it and my mom said she’d like to try that if I wanted to. Of course I said I did and we ended up trying it immediately.
My mom went and got some Vaseline, before we started our fuck session and told me to put some on my cock and around her asshole when I was getting ready to fuck her in the ass. We had done all the foreplay and I had fucked her pussy once, when the time came for me to fuck my mom’s asshole for the first time.
I greased up my cock with some Vaseline and slowly slid my cock into her tight asshole. It hurt my mother at first, but once she started getting used to it and her hole relaxed a bit, she began taking it like a pro. She began gyrating her ass to meet my strokes into her and pretty soon she was going ballistic, sobbing and babbling incoherently and then exploding into a wild and thrashing screaming orgasm. After finishing, my mother told me she loved it and couldn’t wait to do it again. That also has become a regular part of our routine. No matter what, my mother always gets fucked in the ass. She craves it. She can’t get enough.
Well that’s how it all began and I have lot’s more to tell you about as this was just the beginning, so you can get a feel for what happens from that point on. It sets up all the wild kinky sex that you’re going to hear about in the future. How my mom became the cock hungry, cum loving, incestuous slut/whore she is today.
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