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Hello guys.  I am Amit from Delhi, presently 18 years old and in eleventh standard. I have read many stories in this forum and many other similar forums in past few days. Many people claim to be narrating true incidents in their stories but I don't know how genuine that claim is.

But all this has inspired me to narrate my own story which is based on true incidents of my life. As u would have already guessed by now, the female protagonist of this story would be my long time crush,my mom.

The story will be based on true incidents that have happened surrounding me and my mom over the years and hence will be in chapters, each chapter detailing one incident. At times, I will use some liberty at my end though to add to readability of the content. I may also include some part of my fantasies around her but that will not be more than 20 percent ever. So, the remaining atleast 80 percent will be based on true life incidents only.
As this is my first time in writing a story, I request you all to please keep encouraging me in this endeavour by giving suggestions to improve, genuine feedback and obviously nasty comments.
I look forward to that all.

Chapter 1: Introductions ( https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=24744 )
Chapter 2: Shuruaat
( https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=24744 )
Chapter 3: Anter-dwand
( https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=24744&page=3 )
Chapter 4: Cheer haran
( https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=24744&page=11)
Chapter 5: Aakarshan
( https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=24744&page=31)

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Chapter 1: Introductions

Well, the three main characters of this story would be the three members of my family. Other characters will come too but will be introduced as and when needed.


We are a small nuclear family of three living in Delhi for more than 30 years now. That's the place my parents got married in and that's where I was born and brought up.

My father, Naveen is 48 years old and works with a PSU and is presently serving at a senior position. He is an engineering graduate by qualification and has been working with the same company since he started working after college. He basically belongs to Jammu but has been in Delhi for many years now so he is as much a delhite as anyone else here. By nature, he is an average Indian middle aged man. To me, he comes as a hard working, loyal, caring and loving person. His relationship with mom and me is perfectly normal and ours is a well established family in the locality. Financially, we could be counted among upper middle class. Though we stay in a rented accommodation, but our standard of living is pretty fine. My father drives his Honda City to work. By looks, again he is pretty average. He is around 5' 9" long with a weight of around 73 kgs and an average built.

My mom,Renu is 45 years old and is a housewife. Originally she belongs to Jalandhar in Punjab but has been in Delhi ever since she got married. Although she is a B Ed by qualification and would have easily got a job in a college as a teacher but she never actually worked. Rather, she has always been a home maker after her marriage. That's basically because dad never wanted her to work  which in turn could be due to his insecurities around her. By looks, she is still a killer. Although at 45, she obviously past her prime but with a figure to die for and a really attractive face, she is still considered a hot property among men of her age and even younger boys. She is very fair in complexion, with black eyes, pointed nose and curvy yet well marked lips. She is really heavy at boobs with a bra size of 36 d and big areolas. Light brown nipples that are very very chewy (rubbery, smooth and sweet looking) make her boobs a really heavenly sight for eyes. With age, she has put on a little weight now and her tummy size is 34 presently. But it was not that way always. Till very recently she was pretty slim and had beautiful curves. Though, even today, I would rather classify her as chubby and not fat. Again, she got a super sexy ass with a size of 38 that wiggles well as she walks and make men watching her get a lot of Nasty ideas. She is a little chubby at thighs but then, who doesn't like thunder thighs. She is 5'5" tall with a weight of 68 kgs. By nature, she is pretty homely types ( or that's what she pretends to be, as we will find out later). To me she comes out as a loving, caring, dedicated housewife who has a good social rapport. She has a group of friends with her being a central character in the group. She is pretty active socially and takes keen interest in all celebrations and ceremonies in our neighborhood and among our relatives. She also is an avid dancer with a specialisation in Bollywood style and this also makes her a prominent showstopper in most of celebrations. She is friendly to talk to and though don't generally approach men herself but is pretty ok and confident to speak to any males that keep approaching her at parties.In dressing, she wears only Indian attires with most common dress being a Punjabi salwar suit. Rarely you could find her wearing gowns and sarees and Kurtis but that's only when she is attending any gatherings.



The third central character of this saga is me, myself.  I am the only child of my parents and that's why have been well pampered. With no siblings at home, I have always had many friends at college and neighborhood. I am a mediocre student and presently in eleventh. I have a very close knit group of friends for many years now and most of my friends have similar family background as me.  I am 5' 9" tall and have been in a relationship with a girl for last few months now. Though I am yet to fuck her but have had kissing and boob pressing sessions with her multiple times. But then, my mom still continues to be my ultimate desire even today.

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Best of luck dear

Thanks

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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.

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Pl continue. Good luck

Thanks bro...keep checking back and keep commenting

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A very good story so far. The narration makes the readers imagination go wild.
keep going,keep writing

Thanks for the comment. Keep checking back and commenting plz

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This is the kind of story I like to read, milf story is my weakness. Please continue

Thanks bro...hope u like the next update..please post comments and suggestions

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Great start

Thanks bro...would appreciate if the comments and suggestions keep coming in from your end.

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The life story started very well.

your narration makes us feel as one of your friend travelling with you and admiring your mom..

post more of your experiences...

Thanks bro...do let me know if there are any suggestions to improve further. Keep posting comments

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Awesome start ...loved it

Thanks bro...any suggestions to improve it further ..maybe regarding the plot etc.

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This story is what happens with most boys.. start fantasizing girls then teachers then aunties and finally the door of incest opens. Please in this story keep moms traditional type, wearing all the ornaments etc.

True bro...as already told, my story revolves around true incidents of my life so it would follow the natural course of a boy ending up fantasising about his own Mom.

As a matter of fact, my mom is a typical north Indian housewife who wears only Indian attires ie. Salwar kameez and sarees. So, the story will have a traditional female lead only.

I love the jewelry part myself. I fantasise about getting to fuck her with all her ornaments on, so the ornaments are going to stay as well. Hope that makes you happy. Keep suggesting and posting comments. Thanks

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Great then.. waiting eagerly for updates

Coming up shortly bro

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Hot start .. along with all the jewelry make mom wear heels along with payal and toe rings too

Payal and toe rings are guaranteed...heels I doubt coz that's not something she wears until she is dressing for an occasion..so, heels will only be in the incidents that have her attending a party or any other social gathering

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Chapter 3: Anter-dwand

Days passed by. My lust for my mom' s body kept on increasing. So much so, that at times I would find myself in a very awkward position in college as well as at home, trying to cover my hard-on. Drawing nipples on boobs in those sketches of mom's body used to be fun activity for me earlier. But , as time passed, the fun part slowly intermingled with the erotica and gave birth to a new kind of pleasure. Now, as my hands drew those nipples on mom's boobs or those pubic hair on mom's pussy, my mind would actually wander to imagine those fountains of seduction that my mom possessed and I craved for. Now I wasn't merely drawing them, in my mind, I was fondling them.

Then one day at college, Rajiv informed me that his parents won't be home the next day and invited me to his house. He further told that he had downloaded some amazing porn clips from internet and that we could have lots and lots of fun. His offer was too good to reject. In fact, I couldn't wait for the day to get over and his parents leave. 

Next day, after college, I directly went to his house. I had already informed mom in the morning that I would be going to his place after college. 

As planned, he got his laptop out login to which was password protected. After keying in his password, he opened a Folder that he had named 'social'. In that folder, there were many other sub folders with one named as 'good'. He clicked on that which led us to many more folders that he had named by the type of porn clips they contained. There were folders named 'mms', 'indian', 'foreign', 'bhabhi',' milf',,' BDSM', 'brutal', 'punishment', 'sunny leone', 'incest',''gangbang',  and many more. I was in a way amazed at firstly, his knowledge of types of porn and secondly at his excellent way of organising the clips. He kind of sensed my appreciation and offered me, with a sense of pride, an option to choose the type of porn I wanted to start with.

We started with Indian honeymoon MMS videos and gradually went on to watch all other types of porn clips. We both surely were highly aroused.

After watching multiple clips, we finally landed on a clip named ' mature Milf gangbang'. The clip featured an Indian middle aged lady being taken by 4 foreigners. The age profile of the lady was approximately same as our moms is. Around 37-38 years old. Three minutes into the clip, and suddenly Rajiv blurted out ' haye Renu aunty' while watching the lady giving blowjobs on his screen. I was shocked to hear my mom's name but was too confused to say anything to him. Firstly, after seeing so many porn clips, I was too horny myself to have any balanced view of things. Secondly, the way things happened suddenly didn't give me enough time to respond.

And before I could regain my thoughts, here he came again, ' haye Renu, mujhe Chus na'. Now I knew that he was imagining my mom as the lady in the clip. This was crazy. Again,it proved to be too much for my mind to process and I did not say anything to him.

My silence however was taken as a tacit approval of things by him. His moans became longer, nastier and occured more frequently now. ' Renu randi', 'renu, doodh pila De mujhe','haye Renu ki chut marunga' and thousands of other similar moans. He was completely overpowered by the passion and my presence in the room was not even being acknowledged. Or maybe, it was the fact that he was fucking Renu in my presence was the reason for his moans in the first place.

Although I was not reacting to all this, but his moans were definitely having an effect on me. Now, Renu was in my imagination too. I had stopped watching the clip and had closed my eyes out of extreme passion that had started taking me over. I had started imagining my mom doing whatever he was blurting out. My already erect cock got even harder thinking of my own mom doing things to me. His moans were never ending and some of them were so hot to imagine that I was finding it very difficult to stop myself from moaning. 'aaah meri Jaan, renu., Tujhe nangi Kar ke bistar se bandh ke chodenge hum sab dost' he moaned. His blabbering was sort of supplemented by an 'aaah, Haan ,mummy' by me with my eyes still closed and mind imagining the scene.

Maybe, that was the signal Rajiv wanted from me. Or maybe he got even hornier hearing that stuff from my mouth. He stood up from the bed and walked out of the room saying ' Amit, aaj Maza aayega'. I didn't really know what was he up to and before I could ask him, he was gone out of the room. I guessed that maybe he had gone for a shag to his bathroom but was proven wrong when he returned with a pen drive and a black board marker.

I asked him what he was up to, to which he replied with a broad grin on his face. ' Aaj Maza karenge bhai. Randi ko chodenge'. Saying this, he closed the porn clip on his laptop and inserted the pen drive.

As soon as the pen drive was inserted, the auto run function opened the screen showing folders in the drive. These folders were in the names of girls, 'neha', 'priyanka','kritika',shivani' ,Mrs. Ritu' and 'Renu'. I observed that there were folders in the names of girls in our class, our beloved Mrs. Ritu and my mom, Renu. Renu??? Really? What was he up to? What was there in these folders?There were many thoughts that crossed my mind in a few seconds before all the secrets were revealed. He clicked on the folder named Renu. It contained around 20 snaps of mom. He had extracted most of those pictures by cropping otherwise group photos that were clicked in several college get togethers like annual functions etc and had my mom featured in them. But three of those 20 odd pics didn't belong to any college ceremonies or fests but appeared to have been clicked at his home. He revealed that he had clicked those pics secretly when mom once visited his house for picking me up. He had saved all those pics. This was a revelation for me. My mom had such a big fan following. I felt both proud and embarrassed at the same time.

One by one, he clicked on each of the pic. Every new pic he opened was followed by his choicest remarks and comments. There was one pic where my mom was wearing a sleeveless kurti and appeared to be lost in her thoughts. Seeing that he exclaimed ' baahein Dekh Teri Randi ma ki.kya makhmali badan hai saali Ka. Mann Kar Raha hai abhi nangi Kar du saali ko, aah renu'. This was the third time in a span of an hour that he had knocked me over with a sudden surprise that I didn't have a reaction for. It was a very odd mix of feelings. At one hand, I was proud of having such a beautiful mom and on the other, I was feeling embarrassed to have my mom being subjected to such gross abuses by my friend. 'Iske honth Dekh bhai, tera baap bahut lucky hai Jo yeh saali yehi honth Uske Lund ko chuste hai. Kash bas ek baar Mera bhi Chus le' he said as he ran his fingers on her lips in the pic. If this wasn't enough already, he opened up his zipper and got his cock out and started stroking madly. This was the first time I had seen a cock other than mine. He was so hard that even by the look of it I could tell that he would cum a tumbler full when done with jerking. ' Dekh Teri Randi Maa Soch rahi hai ki mere mote Lund se uski chut fat na jaye' he said facing me. I was dumbstruck and simply said 'hmmm'.

Next he clicked on another pic of my mom where she was wearing a bright pink salwar kameez to a college function. The dress she was wearing that day was a little tight on the chest part and this brought out her curves very well. Seeing the pic, he remarked ' Dekh Amit, Teri maa chuchi dikha rahi thi is sham ko sabhi Mardo ko. Pata nahi kitno ne saali ki pics kheenche honge aur Ghar jaakar pic Dekh ke Loda hilaya hoga. Kamal ki Randi hai behen ki Lodi renu.' I was startled to hear him abuse my mom so grossly even in my presence. But all that talk along with what he was doing to pics by touching her body parts on screen was making it difficult to control myself. I so dearly wanted to hold on to my self control and not reveal my desires to him but now my dick had started paining. Seeing him stroke his dick freely made me feel jealous of him. Then he turned towards me and asked,. ' tujhe kya Lagta hai Amit, kitne Lund liye honge Teri maa ne'. It was a direct question for which I wasn't ready mentally and emotionally. Avoiding the answer, I simply said, ' sirf ek, papa ka'. He laughed as if making joke of my ignorance and reverted ' tujhe ek pata hai iska Matlab yeh Nahi ki chinal ne liya ek hai. Yeh Apne college ki sabse Badi raand rahi hogi. Delhi mein aisi maal ladki class mein hi aur ladke thoke Bina chhod De, possible hi Nahi hai. Isne Kam se kam 10 Lund liye honge kuttiya ne'. I had now started sweating at the awkward positions he was putting me in one after the other. My balls had started aching and my hardness wanted to come out. 'Aur yeh dekh, Teri raand MAA aaj gyarvah Lund Legi tere saamne', saying this he stood up and placed his dick on her mouth on his laptop screen. 'Chus kuttiya Chus isey. Dikha de Apne nadaan bete ko ki tu kitni harami raand hai.chus isey behen ki lodi' , he blurted as his dick kept rubbing on her face while he was jerking with one hand and fondling her boobs on the screen with another.

This was a tipping point for me. All my controls had failed. I could not stop myself from getting my dick out of my trousers. 'oh mummy', mujhe doodh pila do, please',, I moaned. At that point, it was not my mind that was controlling me but my desire for her body which was all supreme and was pulling all the strings.

Hearing what I said, he immediately turned towards me. Seeing me stroking my cock, he passed a wry smile as if he had won something. I could tell from his expressions that he loved what he saw. It was like he had achieved something that he had set out to achieve and maybe, I had proved a much easier target than what he had anticipated.

'Haa Amit, ek mumma Tu le mooh mein aur ek mumma mein leta hu. Aaj renu Randi hum dono ko feed karegi. Chod saali raand ko', he remarked. My dick had been erect for around 2 hours now from the time we had started watching porn and the sexual tension in there was enormous. I knew, it wouldn't be very long before I cum. Probably, Rajiv sensed that too. So, without wasting any time, he called me closer to his laptop. I obliged.

As I settled in closer, he clicked on next pic of my mom. This was from the last annual function at the college. My mom had dressed to kill that day. She wore a satin dark blue saree along with a sleeveless blouse. The way blouse was stiched and further, the way it was worn by her, generous views of her waist line, tummy and navel were there for everyone to feast upon. I still remember how she was the most 'stared at' lady in the function that day.

' Aye haye, bazaru Randi saali, Dekh is behen ki Lodi ki chikni kamar', Rajiv said looking at me as his fingers ran on the bare flesh of mom's waist on his screen. He probably expected a response from me to his remark. But I was too aroused to say anything and kept stroking myself enjoying the show that his fingers were putting up roaming freely on my mom's boobs and waistline.

This lack of response from my side probably didn't please him much. He wanted me to be exposed completely. He wanted the few remaining walls of inhibition to fall. He wanted me to behave like a mother fucker. To achieve his set target, he got in act again. ' Amit, madarchod, kismat wala hai Tu ki itni haseen chut Teri ankho k saamne rehti hai. Meri MAA aisa maal Hoti to saali se dhandha karwata' he exclaimed.Saying this, he planted kisses on my mom's bare waist on the screen with a long sigh sounding 'Haye'.

Finished with kissing and licking her, he proceeded to pick up the board marker lying near the mouse. By this time, I was jerking frantically. There already were signs of precum and I knew I wasn't very far from cumming. He passed on the marker to me and kind of ordered me to do as he said. I was too weak at that time to even enquire what he was going to ask me to do.I simply obeyed.

' Ab Bana is raand ke nipple screen pe is marker se, madarchod'. I was too horny to object and did what he said. 'Bol, meri maa Randi hai'. I Didnt initially but obeyed his orders as I inched closer to cumming. ' Aah, meri Maa Randi hai' , I said. ' Ab is kuttiya ki chut Bana saree pe, dikha iski chut jaha se Tu nikla tha', he demanded. I drew a a oval cunt like opening below her waist. As I was about to draw pubic hair around it, he stopped me ' Baki logo ko Baal Pasand honge, mujhe to Teri maa ki chut chikni Chahiye, Baal mat bana'. I stopped drawing further. 'Ab bol, mujhe apni MAA ko chodna hai, pregnant Karna hai raand ko', he demanded from me. ' Mujhe Renu ko chodna hai. Is behen ki Lodi ko pregnant Karna hai, is behenchodi ki chut mein beej dalna hai' I said. I was jerking frantically and was very very close to cumming now and all this talk was aiding my approach to climax. He ordered ' hilana band Kar madarchod aur iski chut pe Rakh Loda apna'. He wanted me to rub my cock on the cunt I had drawn on the screen. Though stopping after reaching so close to the climax didn't feel good, but, now that I had already been exposed already, the opportunity to imagine fucking mom's glorious cunt was too good to reject. I stood up, placed my dick on her mouth first and cunt next as I moaned 'aaah mummy, ek Raat Dedo mujhe, bahut pyaar karunga'. My fingers roamed on the rest of her as my dick rubbed against her opening. I started jerking even more rapidly now.

Sensing that I was about to cum, he ordered ' Sara cum pila apni raand MAA ko. Uske muh pe daal muth apna.' I ejaculated huge amount of cum on all of her pic on the screen itself as I moaned ' Aah Renuuuuu, Randi meri Jaan, saali'. As the build up was pretty prolonged that day, i cummed much more than what I do ordinarily. It felt so good. It felt like I had finally achieved something that I had been longing for years.

Soon after me, Rajiv too deposited his cum on the screen as well, though he kept changing the pics as he sprayed his load.

We were both done in ten minutes. As he cleaned his laptop with cloth and alcohol based spirit, he looked at me smilingly and asked'Maza Aaya bhai?'. 'Bahut',I replied. 'Kisi din sach mein bhi lenge Teri raand MAA ki chut' he remarked.

Before I left, he confessed of cumming on mom's pics on many occasions earlier as well. He further informed that he would probably shag on her once more before sleeping in the night.

I soon left for my home. I don't know about him but I shagged that night thinking of all incidents that had taken place during the day.

It was a life changing incident. Something I will never be able to forget.