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

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I sat there for a while, breathing in that fragrance.

A strong desire to have sexual intercourse with my mother began to rise within me; yet, surprisingly, I felt nothing dirty or wrong about it. To me, she was still my revered mother.


I fell asleep right there on the floor. I don't know how, but when I woke up, I saw that Mother was now lying flat on her back, asleep.

Her legs were still spread wide open, and she had tossed the quilt completely to one side.

I stood up, gazed at her for a moment, and then lay down in the bed to sleep.

But sleep eluded me. I began to think about how, once we reached home, the whole family would be there, and I wouldn't get a chance to be alone with Mother.

Seeing her asleep like this would become a rare occurrence.

I wondered how I could stay away from home for a few more days. An idea crossed my mind: I could use the bad weather as an excuse to take a longer route back, allowing me to spend a few more nights with Mother in a hotel. Thinking about this, I eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Mom was putting on a saree.

She looked lovely in the Red saree with a golden border.

My eyes fell upon her blouse; the shape of her large breasts was visible beneath it. I kept watching her intently as she dbangd the saree.



Then, I got up and started getting ready to leave.

The hotel staff drove us to the airport. Upon arrival, we discovered that our Jet Airways flight had been cancelled.

When we asked the Jet staff for seats on another flight, they refused.

I called my father, and he advised me to get a refund for the tickets and book a flight once the weather cleared up.

I also inquired at the counters of other airlines; by the time I finished, it was 5 PM, and we were utterly exhausted.


At the Indian Airlines counter, a middle-aged woman suggested I book tickets for three days later.


She explained that getting a ticket on any earlier flight would be difficult due to the heavy rush of passengers, or else we would have to keep coming to the airport daily to check for availability. I took her advice, and she issued us tickets for three days later—albeit on the waitlist—assuring us that seats would become available by then.



When I told my mother about this, her face fell. I reassured her, "Amma, we aren't exactly wandering lost in a jungle without food or water.



Bangalore is a huge city; we can easily spend a few days here."


Mother got up from her chair, complaining that her back was aching from waiting since morning.

She was exhausted from sitting at the airport all day, while I had been busy running from one counter to another.

Mom asked me to check if a room was available at the hotel.

I called the hotel to let them know we were returning; they informed me that one of their cars had gone to the airport to drop off a guest and said they would ask that driver to bring us back to the hotel.


It was already 8 PM by the time we reached our room. We were both exhausted from running back and forth at the airport all day.

After showering, I told Mom I’d be back in a little while.



Mom smiled and said, "Alright, but don't drink too much, okay?"



"Don't worry, Mom, I won't," I replied, and stepped out of the room.



Once at the bar, I started having a drink. I had three days to spend with Mom at the hotel, and as I drank, I wondered how I could fulfill my desire to have sex with her. 



However, I couldn't think of a way. After a while, I returned to the room.


Mom was lying on the bed, watching TV. She was wearing a sleeveless nightie that had ridden up to her knees. I sat on the sofa facing her and ordered dinner.

While Mom watched TV, I quietly admired her beauty.

As soon as the doorbell rang, I got up to open the door. Suddenly, Mom got up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

After the waiter delivered the dinner and left, I called out to Mom.

When she came out of the bathroom, I realized why she hadn't stayed in the room while the waiter was there.

The nightie she was wearing fell just a few inches below her knees; it was sleeveless and featured a wide, round neckline.

She was wearing a bra, and her cleavage was visible through that wide neckline. 

While this might have been nothing for modern women, Amma likely felt uncomfortable wearing such a nightie in front of other men.

That is why she stepped into the bathroom before the waiter could enter.

When Amma came out of the bathroom and found me looking at her nightie, she said, "All the others have gotten dirty; this is the only one left.

I’ll have to send the clothes for laundry tomorrow."

I said, "It's alright, Amma. You're okay, aren't you?"



After dinner, I went to the bathroom and changed into Bermuda shorts before getting into bed.



When I returned, I saw that Mom had taken off her bra and was placing it on the pile of clothes to be washed.



As I stood near her, I could clearly see her breasts through the wide neckline of her nightie; in fact, that nightie wasn't really suitable for her.



Just then, Mom said, "Chinu, if you have a painkiller, please give it to me; my back is hurting from sitting in a chair at the airport all day."



I gave Mom a Diclofenac tablet and some water. Then I asked, "Amma, would you like some tea?"



She declined, so I made some tea for myself, sat on the bed to drink it, and then we went to sleep.



About ten minutes later, she said, "Chinu, dear, I can't sleep because of the back pain. Could you massage my back and legs?"



I said, "Alright, Amma."


Then I switched on the bedside lamp and moved to where Mom's feet were. She was lying on her left side, facing my bed.

Her short nightie had ridden up to her knees, and the upper part of her breasts was visible through the wide neckline.

The light from the lamp fell upon her, and once again, I felt a desire to have sex with her.

When I sat near her feet, she lay flat on her back. I placed her feet in my lap and began massaging them.



After a while, Amma felt some relief. She said, "Chinu, my son, may God grant you the remainder of my life.

Your father and I are truly fortunate to have a devoted son like you."


Under different circumstances, hearing my mother's blessing would have made me emotional.



But at that moment, lust had taken hold of me. I said nothing and quietly continued massaging her feet.



After a short while, I asked Amma to bend her knees. As she did so, her legs formed an inverted 'V' shape, causing her nightie to slide up from her knees toward her thighs.



Seeing this sight made my heart pound heavily. I began massaging the backs of her legs.


Amma was still murmuring blessings in a low voice, though it was so faint that the words were indistinguishable; perhaps the effects of the medication and the massage were making her mumble under her breath.

Then, I shifted slightly and began massaging her right thigh, moving upwards from the knee.

I paused when my hand reached the hem of her nightie. I wanted to lift the nightie to massage higher up her thigh, but I didn't have the courage to actually do it.

So, I continued massaging the area between her knee and the middle of her thigh. For a while, I kept massaging like that—from the toes up to the knees, and from the knees to the mid-thigh.