It had been almost 3 years since I started writing erotic stories. Most of my work belonged to the illicit category of Incest.
Fortunately for me, I had been receiving a considerable amount of praise, and it gave me a lot of satisfaction. More than the ratings I managed to achieve, submitting a story gave me a sense of contentment. As much as I enjoyed the process, it was still a very classified activity. It was a secret I always wanted to remain one.
But, when I fell head over heels for Pooja, I decided I had to be honest with her. I convinced myself I had to tell her about my biggest passion, no matter the consequences. 14 hours had passed since I shared this very sensitive information with my fiancee. And, she had not bothered to call me, or accept my calls, all this while.
I could not blame her. I knew there were a lot of instances in my stories where I had crossed the line. There were also plenty of occasions where I had used the names of the women in my family, for characters in the stories. These were women she now knew. These were women she soon was to live with.
The majority would have found it difficult to accept my love for erotica as a simple pastime. How much ever I tried defending my actions, it clearly would have been considered a case of indecent perversion, if the people around me got to know about it.
After waiting for so long, I could now conclude that for somebody like Pooja, who grew up being pampered by her parents, Incest was a totally disgusting theme. I was sure I was going to be hated by her.
I was preparing myself to stay strong when she says it was over between us. I was getting myself ready to forget everything I had dreamt of.
I was hopeless but yet had the phone in my hand when it finally rang. I answered the call with a very heavy heart, and I was only hoping it was not her dad who was going to lash out at me.
“I loved it, baby! You have no idea how wet I am. I read all your stories. All of them! You write so well, and you have a fucking dirty mind! Hahaha! I just cannot wait to be on the bed with you. Promise me you are going to fuck me just how Aryan did Pavithra.” I could not believe she said that. It was too good to be true.
“You submitted their kinky story only last week. Haha! I think I just know what you did there. I am certainly looking forward to experiencing all of it, My Love!” Pooja sounded extremely excited, and I had no words to express how happy I was.
Aryan and Pavithra were characters in my latest story, and she was smart enough to understand where the inspiration came from. The couple was indeed based on the two of us. “See you soon, Baby!” Pooja kissed me over the phone before hanging up.
Not only was I relieved now, I felt super lucky that I was going to marry her. She was just too perfect for me. Nothing could now stop me from making her mine. With the phone still in my hand, I lighted a cigarette, from inside my bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, just like I did every night.
I was a chain smoker since my days in college, and it has been a couple of years that I have been unsuccessfully trying to quit. I wanted to get rid of this bad habit of mine, but I never could. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this so early into the story, but smoking never really found a place in my list of addictions.
It was in-fact a very harmless weakness compared to my other obscene obsessions. But, that particular night, as I looked into the mirror, I saw a man in a black suit, flaunting red wayfarer glasses. Looking at me, as he took the right puffs from a Parejo Cigar.
“On my way to Egypt!” he mouthed, in a very animated manner.
I had a wide grin on my face as I looked back at him. It was my own mirror image. But, at that moment, reflected the man hidden inside me. The man you know me as – Bruce Wayne.
Bruce Wayne was, initially, only a pen name I used, when I published my stories online. But, now, he was more than that to me. He was more than just a name. He was my companion.
I fed him with my lust. I let him grow. But, he grew so big. Bigger than me. He now had the strength to make me do more sinful things than what I had told him I was capable of. He controlled my body, spreading all over my mind, and I was now only an obedient slave to him.
He was an imaginary, sexually charged version of myself when I first created him. But, today, I had so much of him in me, I could easily say I was the replica, and he was the original! That is the kind of power he had on me.
Hello, My dear Readers. My name is Akshay. I am 27 years old, and this is my story!
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If you have been following my work, you would have, at-least-once, guessed, or felt that the incidents in my stories are inspired by real-life events. You were spot-on!
And, very rightly, there are a lot of people who deserve credit for making me the author I am today. For making me the person, I am today. Had I not modeled the characters in my plots based on the women, and men, in my own life, I don’t think I would have ever made them so real and interesting.
“How did we ever meet?!” I asked my celebrated alter ego inside the mirror.
He just laughed and walked away. Leaving me alone. Leaving my question unanswered.
“Why did I start writing erotic stories?” I wondered.
“What made me write my first story?” I very seriously asked myself.
It was always, always, connected to the extreme sensual desires I had. Thinking how it all began, I closed my eyes as I lit my second cigarette.
I immediately felt my mind filled with images of the very person I spent years lusting for. The very person who was the biggest reason for all my venereal cravings. My Dream Girl – My Mother, Mahima.
As much as I enjoyed my wonderful sex life, I always desired for my mother. I was only 18 when I realized I wanted her. I started finding complete sexual gratification only if I fapped to her.
And, though it has been a roller-coaster ride, with conflicting emotions, when I look back at all those years, I really am thankful for all the hot moments my mother filled my life with.
My mom was not just any other hot item that demanded my attention. She did not just make me hungry for her body. She made me fall in love with her. Truth be told, there was not another woman I knew that I so desperately wanted to have on my bed.
I had never cum for another woman as much as I have cum for my own mother. She, actually, never gave the others a chance. Though, not intentionally, she had sown the seeds of forbidden yearnings, in my mind, very very early. She had easily become her son’s cum queen – his first and his favorite.
It had been only three weeks after I turned 18. My dad, my mom, and I were traveling across India, trying to find the best college for me. We finally zeroed in on an engineering college in Chennai, Tamil Nadu.
The admission procedures were completed on the very next day. And, by the time the three of us got back to our room, we were all exhausted.
Throughout the last 8 days of our college hunt, we had been sharing a room. My dad thought it was more practical that they get me an extra bed than spending money on a separate room for me.
I was very sleepy, after walking around the college campus, in the hot sun, and as soon as I got back to the room, I fell asleep. I don’t remember being so tired my whole life. I slept well for almost an hour. I woke up hearing the sound of my dad coming out of the bathroom after a shower, wrapped in a towel.
I was still very drowsy, and slowly rolled over in the small extra bed, designated to me. Only to find my mother, just a couple of meters away, standing in front of the mirror, in the most unexpected condition.
I just could not believe what I was seeing. I even tried convincing myself that I was still sleeping, and this was a dream. And, a dream I was not supposed to see. It was just too impossible to be true.
My 37-year-old mom had only a white-colored cotton bra, covering her alluring pair of boobs. She had not yet removed her white leggings, but her semi-naked upper body was enough to give me the biggest shock of my life.
It was only an hour ago that I had seen her in a well-fitting royal blue kurti, and the same white bottom, she had been wearing since the morning.
“I have told you already, Mahima. You cannot walk around like this anymore.” my dad said, moving towards my mom, looking at her busty cleavage, and giving her a kinky smile.
“He is just a kid, Devan. And, also, he is sleeping.” my mom replied, turning her head towards the extra bed, and making sure I was not awake. I quickly closed my eyes and acted like I was dozing.
“But, still. This is not a sight I want him to see. Your lovely melons are a little too irresistible. Even for…” my dad replied, not completing the sentence and clearly sounding very excited.
“Oh my. Devan! Hahaha. Just shut up, will you?! The things you sometimes say. Haha. I will be more careful. Okay? Don’t you worry about it,” my mom said in an assuring tone.
And, even before my dad could say another word, she quickly unhooked her bra and handed it over it to him. My very own mother was topless! And her newly turned adult son was seeing her breasts uncovered!
“Have it. Try touching the piece of fabric that covered your wife’s bust. Savor the fact that only you will ever get to do that. Just how only you will have your hands on my jugs. Hhmmm. Yesss. Just like that.” my mom moaned, uncontrollably, as she guided my dad’s left hand into fondling her breasts.
My dad very happily accepted her used bra. Still, he kept it on the table, even more gleefully, the moment my mother offered him her tits. He had very keenly begun groping her boobs, straightaway.
“You should be in the movies. I mean, porn! Hahaha. You were born to make men hard!” my dad told my mother, as she blushed. I was so troubled by the turn of events, I just lay stunned on the bed. I could not accept this.
I was having the most scintillating view of my very own mother’s naked side boobs, and more importantly, as my dad pleased her. I had never imagined anything like this. I had never imagined watching my parents in action.
Even though I was completely perplexed, I could not stop myself from acknowledging the fact that I had cared to confirm my mother’s erect nipples clearly stood out.
She was obviously aroused. But I also could not stop wondering if her carnal feelings were stimulated even before my dad touched her. And if that was not enough, the teasing conversation between my dad and mom was already driving me crazy.
I was just not used to this side of them, and it was something I least expected. I did not know much about a woman’s body, and it’s parameters, back then. But, now, I know my mom had C-Cups, and her size was 34-25-36. She still has the same set of specifications. I often feel proud that my mother has done well to maintain her figure so well.
9 years ago, on that eventful night, I could only leak in my pants each time. I ogled at her beautifully shaped globes, trying to guess what the dimensions of her hooters could be. If somebody had then asked me about her boobs, I would have just said they were very firm and did not sag at all!
My half-naked mother rightfully demanded all my attention. With her legs still covered, she walked towards the bathroom, leaving my dad desperately longing for more, but giving me the majestic view of her glorious back. She had a very curvy body, and her hips were wide and round.
I was already extremely turned on, but it was only now that I realized how stiff my manhood was. It was an instant response to my mother’s very kind gesture. The last few seconds had a great impact on my body and mind.
The image of my mother with her bareback, still is my most treasured memory, even after all these years. Thinking about it, that was only the third or fourth time I ever had an erection. But, it was the first time I was hard for my mother. And, it still continues to be one of the biggest boners I have had in my life.
I was never a boy who spent time flirting with girls. I never was overly curious about sex. I never was someone who felt I wanted to have a good time watching porn. I was always considered the most harmless and innocent child around. But, after that night, everything changed forever.
As soon as my mother entered the shower, I noticed my dad move towards the table, and I watched as he took her dirty bra back and smell it. The expression on his face indicated how much he was enjoying it.
I so badly wanted to have my own hands on my mom’s bra, that very second. But, I could not do anything about it, and it hurt me. My dad looked at me and making sure I was sleeping, he licked the sweat-filled cups of my mother’s padded bra.
It was more than what I could take. I was not used to anything like this, but unlike my usual self, I did not feel disgusted. All I felt was that I wanted to do it, too.
Once again, confirming I was not awake, my dad tip-toed and slowly opened the bathroom door, and sneaked inside, with my mother’s bra still in his hand, to be welcomed by her naughty giggle. She had been waiting for him.
“You just love smelling my dirty inner-wear, don’t you? Here, take this as well!” I heard my mom say. I could visualize my dad happily accepting her precious pair of moist panties, and digging his face onto it.
“They are soaked, Mahima,” I heard my dad say, a little surprised.
“Haha. Hasn’t that always been the case, my darling husband.” my mom quickly replied.
“Hahaha. Well. Yes. But. This definitely is more drenched than always. You have never told me what gets you so wet in the first place. The visit to the boys’ hostel, today, seems to have done you a lot of good.” I could not believe my dad said that to mom.
He sounded so calm and normal, like every-time, and almost as if he was enjoying questioning my mom’s fidelity. “You are one horny pig.” my mom bounced back, equally thrilled and not at all disturbed by my dad’s statements.
I knew nothing about the term cuckoldry, back then. If I knew, I would have seriously doubted if my dad was a willing cuck who found satisfaction in making my mom a hot wife, who happily slept around.
“Whatever it is, your juices taste extra yummy, today.” my dad said as I felt my erect cock, oozing precum, picturing my dad lick and swallow my mom’s juices off her panties. That very second, I wanted my mother’s panties. I needed it so badly.
I wanted to know how good it smelled. I wanted to know how good it tasted. But, only until the moment, I felt I wanted to know how good my mother, herself, would taste.
I could say that this was the transformational phase. It was at this exact instant that I felt I was really maturing. I felt greater changes in me than I felt during puberty. I was learning, and I wanted to experience everything I newly gained knowledge of.
“Get in the shower with me. We are going to be doing a lot of this once Akshay leaves home for college. Let tonight be a wonderful beginning. Fuck the hell out of your horny wife!” I could hear my mom tell my dad softly.
“No Way!” I still remember how loud I gasped. I never thought my mom would say something like that. But, I also was starting to be certain that tonight was indeed going to be the beginning of very wonderful adulthood. It was as if I saw a portal to a new world open up for me to enter.
I never knew anything about erotic romance. But, now, that I knew, I wanted to be more than just an insignificant spectator. I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to warm up for the real deal. In fact, I was made to do it!
I felt forced to picture my bare-breasted mother in front of me, turning around and showing me her enticing rack. I felt forced to imagine her strip in front of me. I felt forced to imagine being asked to sniff her filthy pair of used panties. I felt forced to imagine being in the shower with her.
Very soon, I was converted into a keen and interested participant. I no longer felt pressured into fantasizing about my mother. I was starting to enjoy it.
I wanted to see my mother’s bust. I wanted to see my mother naked. I wanted to smell my mother’s most valuable treasures. I wanted to be there with my mother. I wanted my mother.
However, I still could not come to terms with the hard truth that my parents were engaged in erotic activity, in the most unusual places. It was, of course, very normal and natural. I also now know that sex in the shower is great, but it was all new for me, that day.
I had never been subjected to anything of this kind. I knew my young, innocent mind had been corrupted. Though my dad could claim equal responsibility, I was sure it was my mom who deserved all the credit. There was nothing I could do about it. There was nothing I wanted to do about it.
And, as they say, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. I was very sure I was trapped in the most astounding universe. And, the only way out for me was a door my mom had keys to.
I was certain my stay in this alien world was not going to end until I have my mom! And, I also knew this was a phase that could go on for a long time!
If I had written this story the very next morning, I would have stressed how badly I wanted to maul her tits until the day I died. There would have definitely been sentences that specified the magnitude of damage I wanted to do to my mother’s holes.
I just could not get back to sleeping that night. In fact, I did not sleep at all. I could only hope and scheme and plot. I felt my world had turned upside down but in the most delightful way. I was loving it. I would have also said it was finger licking good, had I touched my mom’s wet panties.
My mind was filled with images of my mother in her uncovered state. My mind was filled with images of my mother in compromising scenarios. All I could think about was what my dad would have been doing to her. All I could do was wish that it was me doing the same to her.
I wished I was my dad. I wished I was my mother’s husband. I wished I was the one my mother wanted. I wished I was the man who kept my mother satisfied. I wished I had my mom for myself. I wished I could have her right there. I wished I could make my wants real.
But surprisingly, when my dad and mom finally came out, half an hour later, I only felt the need to keep my eyes closed. I was sure I could gift myself an even greater view of my alluring mother. But, I did not want to grab on to that opportunity.
For in my mind, I had already seen her in the nude. For in my mind, I had already penetrated her. For in my mind, I had already filled her. For in my mind, I had already owned her.
The time spent craving for her mature body had injected in me a stream of evil coital powers, and I felt I was overtaken by wicked forbidden lust. It was so intense, I felt I had already made a move on my mother. It was so unsettling, I felt I was already fucking my mother.
“Do you think he would have seen any of it?” my dad asked my mom in a very low voice as they got on the bed. They did not bother to care all this while, and more than concern, it was exhilaration in his voice.
“He is sound asleep, Devan,” my mom replied, in a relaxed manner, switching off the lights.
“Great. Let me have some more fun with you.” my dad groaned, and my mom moaned again. The entire episode had a very limited time frame. It was only a case of a few minutes.
But, for somebody like me who was yet to be influenced by the twisted world of sex, it proved to be as good as an eternity. The incidents triggered in me an array of emotions, that concluded confirming to me how desperately I needed my mother’s seductive body.
I was wary of my dad. I knew he would never let me have my way with mom. But, I wasn’t bothered by his presence until the moment I heard the bed creak as he happily carried on humping my mom.
He was shagging inside her pussy, just inches away from me. And, I hated him for that. I was not liking it. As far as I knew, my dad looked too eager to share my mother, anyway. And, if at all another man deserved my mother, it was me.
In fact, I had already persuaded myself to believe that I was the only man who had the right to keep her. So, it was only fair that he shared her with me. And, if my dad did not, then I was going to do it by force.
I was even ready to push my parents to divorce. I had already started thinking about a life with my mom, with my dad being only her ex-husband. I wanted to be in a house that had only my mom and me. I did not want my dad there. I did not want him in between my mom and me.
As I slowly tried to forget the fact that my dad was on top of my mom, I also started to feel my dad was non-existent. I was erasing him from my world. I never knew I had it in me to dethrone my dad. I never knew I had it in me to claim what was really his. I never knew I had it in me to discard my dad.
I was going to take my mom from him. It was my destiny. I knew I had to bed my mom. I knew I was to conquer my mom. I knew I was meant to defile my mom.
And, thus, began my journey. And, thus, began My Incestful Sex Life.
To Be Continued.
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