INCEST - ME AND MY MOTHER

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This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was 15 years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Sunil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of 15, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin tericotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with milk from her breasts.

I developed the habit of watching her breasts as the baby sucked on her breasts. Mother would not completely open her blouse, so I can get only glimpses of her nipples and aureola as the baby sucked. But those glimpses drove me crazy. Mother's aureolas were rosy in color and her nipple was slightly reddish, because she was extremely fair in color. I knew the times she gave milk to the baby and I would position myself conveniently so that I can watch her breasts, even though pretending to read my books. I never imagined that mother would be aware of what I was doing. It was after the baby started getting indigestions, that the first event happened. One evening, there was nobody at home except mother and the baby and myself. Mother asked me to sit by her side and said " Sunil, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby". I was scared out of my wits that mother knows what I am doing. I could not say anything. But mother continued, "Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed". She did not say what changed the milk. "Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?" I was extremely embarassed, but I was glad mother was not angry at me. I just sat quiet. Then mother said, "Look here. You are also my baby and I have given you milk from these breasts before. So I do not mind to feed you again from these breasts. Tonight, after everybody is asleep, you can suck my breasts and satisfy your desire. But you must promise not to watch anymore when I feed the baby and not to tell anybody about this. Ok?" I simply nodded and was relieved to leave the house to hide my embarrassment.

But I was eagerly waiting for the night. The houses in our village are very small and similar to each other. Each house has a kitchen and a single room, with a balcony outside. My father always slept in the verandah because it was cooler there. The front door was latched inside and if he wants to come in, he will have to knock and wake sombody to open the door. Me, my mother, my two sisters and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the villages. That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears " sunil, come to the kitchen". My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There she laid down and asked me to lie beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming.

Mother laughed and said "Poor boy, you have forgotten how to suck mother's breasts. It has been a long time. Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk." I did as she told me and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. My mother drew me closer to her and hugged me. After few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, mother asked me to take her left breast in my mouth and I enjoyed milk from that breasts until it was also empty. Mother said "Is that enough, baby? Come, let us go to the hall before somebody wakes up. But I said, "Mother, please let me continue sucking your breast a little more. It is so warm and soft in my mouth." Mother said "Ok, sunil. Only a little while." and I again took her warm breast in my mouth and gently pressed it with my lips and tongue. Then I cupped her other breast in my hand and started caressing it. After a while, mother said "You like mummy's breasts. Don't you sunil?" and she huggedd me closer to her.

Mother's voice was unsteady a little bit and I became aware of her heavy breathing. I do not know how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she said, "Come sunil, let us go to the hall. Enough for today. Remember, not a word to anyone and no watching when I feed the baby". I said "Yes ma" and we got up and slept in our usual places. Next day, my mother's breasts looked more attractive to me than usual. I did not watch her when she fed the baby, but I kept looking at her breasts all other times. When she saw me looking at her breast, mother smiled gently and adjusted her sari so that it fell between her breasts and both her breasts were exposed to my view. I was thrilled and enjoyed the nice movements her breasts made inside her blouse as she moved about. I also noticed that her nipples were more prominent than usual today and that made my mother look lovelier. That night, I was lying in my bed, impatiently waiting for my mother to call me. After making sure the children were asleep, my mother whispered, "Sunil, let's go to the kitchen." We went into the kitchen and closed the door.