Adultery Mother and Son Trip Leads To Marriage with son and Teenage Boy and Pregnant

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Once the weather improved, we took a train from our city to Delhi and then caught a flight from Delhi airport to Madurai in South India.

From there, we booked a car and kept it with us for the entire journey. The weather in South India was pleasant.

We first visited Rameswaram and then traveled to another pilgrim place from there.

There my mother asked me to have my head completely shaved.

Since I was thoroughly enjoying the trip, I readily agreed and had my head shaved in accordance with her wish, without any hesitation.


Our return journey began after the *darshan*. We reached Bangalore in the same car we had booked from Madurai at the start of the trip.

We arrived in Bangalore around 4:30 PM and headed straight to the Chancery Pavilion—my favorite hotel.

The long tour had finally concluded. After reaching the room and showering, I rested for a while.

In the mood for a drink, I headed to the hotel bar. Mom was resting; she had fallen asleep, exhausted.

I took the room key and slipped out quietly so as not to disturb her sleep.

After having a drink at the bar, I started thinking about my wife and children. Missing home dampened my mood.


Then, I called Mom to ask if she had had dinner. She said, "Son, I'm waiting for you." 


I felt ashamed—here I was enjoying myself at the bar while Mom was waiting for me in the room. I told her I was coming and hurried back.



When I unlocked the room, Mom wasn't there.



Then, hearing the sound of Mom singing (humming movie songs) coming from the bathroom, I realized she had gone to bathe. I sat on the sofa and started watching TV.


About ten minutes later, Mom called out, "Chinu, hand me my nightie." (Chinu is my nickname at home.)

I picked up the nightie from the bed, went to the bathroom door, and called out to Mom.

She opened the door just a crack and extended her hand to take the nightie. I stepped forward to hand it to her, and in that very instant, my world changed.


The bathroom was laid out with the shower on the left and the washbasin and dresser on the right.



As Mom stayed hidden behind the door and reached out only her hand, I saw her reflection—completely naked—in the mirror facing me.


Before I go any further, let me tell you a bit about my mother. She is around 50 years old; she isn't a stunning beauty or anything like that—just an ordinary housewife.

True to her age, she has some fat around her waist. She is taller than the average woman around here, standing at 5'5", with the large breasts and wide hips typical of women her age.

While she looks ordinary, her complexion is incredibly fair—she is stark white.

When I saw Mom standing at the doorway completely naked, I was left staring in awe.

Her large, fair breasts hadn't sagged much, even though she was fifty; they weren't perky like a young girl's, but they hadn't drooped excessively either.

Since she was standing slightly to the side behind the door, I could see the pink areolas and thick nipples nestled between her breasts.

Her thighs were large and fleshy, and I could see her long, fair legs. Because of her sideways stance, the V-shaped area below her navel wasn't visible in the mirror.



I was standing there holding the nightie and watching my mother naked in the mirror when her voice snapped me out of my trance.


She said, sounding slightly annoyed, "What are you doing? Why aren't you handing me the nightie?"

She had no idea that I had seen her naked in the mirror. I handed her the nightie and then went back to watching TV.

A mix of emotions began to swirl within me. On one hand, what I had seen had aroused me; on the other, I felt guilty for having such thoughts about my mother.

I felt deeply ashamed of myself, yet the image of her naked body that I had glimpsed in the mirror refused to leave my mind.

One part of me told me it was wrong to feel aroused seeing my mother naked, while the other part kept flashing that same naked image before my eyes, stirring up desire all over again.

I had never harbored any inappropriate thoughts about my mother before, so what was going through my mind now felt unbearable.

I had read sexual stories involving mothers, but I used to dismiss them as nothing more than the fantasies of perverts.

How could anyone engage in a sexual relationship with their own mother?


But what had happened to me now? Why did the sight of my mother naked arouse me?

I was sitting in front of the TV, lost in these thoughts, when Mom—wearing a sleeveless white cotton.



She stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nightie. The nightie revealed only her arms; the rest of her body was covered.

With her wet hair cascading down to the middle of her back, she looked beautiful to me.


As I looked at her, that same naked image of her flashed before my eyes again. No matter how hard I tried, whenever I looked at Mom, that naked image would appear in my mind.

She hadn't put on a bra after her bath, so her large breasts swayed as she walked.

In the past, I would never have paid attention to such things, but now everything had changed.

I was watching her closely. Mom stood in front of the mirror to style her hair, and I found myself gazing at her breasts as they bounced with the movement of her arms.