09-04-2020, 08:35 AM
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Chapter 2: Shuruaat
Well, to be frank, I don't really remember how I actually started fantasising about my own Mom. But, as far as my memory goes, I think it was this incident or series of incidents that took place around 5-6 years back that changed everything.
I was in 7th standard and was just entering adolescence. In college, I had a very close knit group of friends of 7 guys who all had just started getting exposed to the sexual world. Namely, they were Mohit, Vikas, Kartik, Naman, Abhinav,Deepak and Rohit. Almost all of them shared similar family background as me. Of all these seven guys, I was particularly close to Rohit who lived nearby.
What aided the group's exposure to sexual fantasies was our excess to porn on internet. As this exposure increased, we all started getting to know our bodies better and bodies of the girls around. Gradually, the group became more and more indulgent in guy talk. We would talk about girls in our class for hours altogether. Especially one named Priyanka, who was the prettiest of them all and had caught the attention of the entire group.
But, Priyanka was too young to satiate the fantasies of 8 young bulls. So our talks gradually started roaming around our teachers esp one named Mrs. Ritu. She was one sexy Milf and we would imagine and talk about her everytime we would watch porn involving MILFS. She remained the epicenter of our fantasies for quiet sometime. During her class, we would keep staring at her luscious boobs and her fleshy tummy that her sarees didn't cover. We would often even try our hands at making nude drawings of her on the back of our notebooks. Watching her was such a feast to our hungry eyes and horny dicks.
But then, even Mrs. Ritu wasn't enough to calm down our minds. Soon, the group went further ahead and started discussing incest fantasies. Fantasies that would involve our own sisters and moms. Only three of the eight guys had a sister and all of them were younger to their brothers so, to us, discussing about them was no fun. But everyone had a mom. And every mom is a MILF. In the beginning, such talks would happen only once in a while but gradually we started having them very frequently. Incest gave us a specific thrill that niether Priyanka or Mrs.Ritu could offer.
Now, among all the eight moms, to say that mine was the most beautiful and attractive would be an understatement. Maybe that was the reason why, she became the epicenter of the group talk. Her body was discussed more than half the times such discussion took place and all other seven ladies making about the remaining 50 percent. I soon realized that almost every guy had a crush on my mom and they were quiet expressive about their feelings. At first, I used to feel little embarrassed but really could not stop them ever as I too used to take active part in discussions about their moms.
Soon, however, I got used to such discussions about mom and started actively participating in them. The fact that her own son was enjoying discussions about her heavy boobs and ass was loved by everyone in the group and whatever little inhibition they had was gone too. Soon, she was the only lady discussed among the friends.
The naked drawings of Mrs. Ritu on the last pages of the notebooks were replaced with mom's drawings. They would draw her full outline and ask me to complete the drawings in the end. And I would be expected to improvise the sketch as well. Some such additions expected to be done by me would be like adding nipples to boobs and publc hair to vagina if it was a nude sketch or adding a nose ring , mangalsutra or Payal if it was a non nude one.
I had got so much into it that I had stopped feeling bad about it totally. Infact, I think I had started enjoying it as much as anyone else , if not more. Whenever I felt the guilt, I would think of it as a harmless fantasy and move over it. After all, none of my friends had the courage to go beyond discussing her among themselves.
All these, though had a strong effect on how I viewed my mom though. Renu had, within a short time, changed from my mother, to a desirable beauty and then to a fuckable MILF for me.
At home, I started stealing glances of her boobs and tummy whenever she was not watching me. I used to wait anxiously for the time when she would be doing house chores and bend down giving me heavenly view of those soft jugs of milk. I started fantasising of getting a chance to place my lips on the same boobs that had satisfied my hunger when I was an infant. I wanted them to satisfy my sexual hunger now.
Well, to be frank, I don't really remember how I actually started fantasising about my own Mom. But, as far as my memory goes, I think it was this incident or series of incidents that took place around 5-6 years back that changed everything.
I was in 7th standard and was just entering adolescence. In college, I had a very close knit group of friends of 7 guys who all had just started getting exposed to the sexual world. Namely, they were Mohit, Vikas, Kartik, Naman, Abhinav,Deepak and Rohit. Almost all of them shared similar family background as me. Of all these seven guys, I was particularly close to Rohit who lived nearby.
What aided the group's exposure to sexual fantasies was our excess to porn on internet. As this exposure increased, we all started getting to know our bodies better and bodies of the girls around. Gradually, the group became more and more indulgent in guy talk. We would talk about girls in our class for hours altogether. Especially one named Priyanka, who was the prettiest of them all and had caught the attention of the entire group.
But, Priyanka was too young to satiate the fantasies of 8 young bulls. So our talks gradually started roaming around our teachers esp one named Mrs. Ritu. She was one sexy Milf and we would imagine and talk about her everytime we would watch porn involving MILFS. She remained the epicenter of our fantasies for quiet sometime. During her class, we would keep staring at her luscious boobs and her fleshy tummy that her sarees didn't cover. We would often even try our hands at making nude drawings of her on the back of our notebooks. Watching her was such a feast to our hungry eyes and horny dicks.
But then, even Mrs. Ritu wasn't enough to calm down our minds. Soon, the group went further ahead and started discussing incest fantasies. Fantasies that would involve our own sisters and moms. Only three of the eight guys had a sister and all of them were younger to their brothers so, to us, discussing about them was no fun. But everyone had a mom. And every mom is a MILF. In the beginning, such talks would happen only once in a while but gradually we started having them very frequently. Incest gave us a specific thrill that niether Priyanka or Mrs.Ritu could offer.
Now, among all the eight moms, to say that mine was the most beautiful and attractive would be an understatement. Maybe that was the reason why, she became the epicenter of the group talk. Her body was discussed more than half the times such discussion took place and all other seven ladies making about the remaining 50 percent. I soon realized that almost every guy had a crush on my mom and they were quiet expressive about their feelings. At first, I used to feel little embarrassed but really could not stop them ever as I too used to take active part in discussions about their moms.
Soon, however, I got used to such discussions about mom and started actively participating in them. The fact that her own son was enjoying discussions about her heavy boobs and ass was loved by everyone in the group and whatever little inhibition they had was gone too. Soon, she was the only lady discussed among the friends.
The naked drawings of Mrs. Ritu on the last pages of the notebooks were replaced with mom's drawings. They would draw her full outline and ask me to complete the drawings in the end. And I would be expected to improvise the sketch as well. Some such additions expected to be done by me would be like adding nipples to boobs and publc hair to vagina if it was a nude sketch or adding a nose ring , mangalsutra or Payal if it was a non nude one.
I had got so much into it that I had stopped feeling bad about it totally. Infact, I think I had started enjoying it as much as anyone else , if not more. Whenever I felt the guilt, I would think of it as a harmless fantasy and move over it. After all, none of my friends had the courage to go beyond discussing her among themselves.
All these, though had a strong effect on how I viewed my mom though. Renu had, within a short time, changed from my mother, to a desirable beauty and then to a fuckable MILF for me.
At home, I started stealing glances of her boobs and tummy whenever she was not watching me. I used to wait anxiously for the time when she would be doing house chores and bend down giving me heavenly view of those soft jugs of milk. I started fantasising of getting a chance to place my lips on the same boobs that had satisfied my hunger when I was an infant. I wanted them to satisfy my sexual hunger now.
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