Mom & Son Forbidden Desire

Hey friends, I’m Raaz, back with another sex story. This one is about the changing relationship between a mother and her son. It’s for those guys who want to fuck their moms and those women who want to get fucked by their sons. Because this is based on a true story. Let me take you straight into it.

My name is Abhi. I work in IT, so I work from home. In my family there’s me, Abhi (age 24), Mom (age 48), Dad (age 51), and my sister-in-law (age 24).

This is the story of the relationship that developed between me and my Mom. I’ll tell you exactly how it all happened. The story starts six years ago, in 2018. I was in college studying IT. It was June, and Mom and I had gone to my grandmother’s village for a 7–8 day vacation. My older brother had just gotten a job, so he couldn’t come.

In the village, people usually go to sleep around 10 o’clock. But in our house we never slept before 11. One night I got hungry while everyone else was asleep. I saw that my aunt and grandmother were sleeping, so I didn’t want to disturb them.

I got up and went to the kitchen, hoping to find something to snack on. When I entered the kitchen, I noticed the window was open. I looked outside and saw my Mom standing there. I wondered what she was doing out there so late.

I should explain—in villages, the toilet and bathroom are usually outside behind the house. At my grandmother’s place they always left a light on at the front and back all night.

I saw my Mom taking off her sweat-soaked saree. My heart started racing. I was an 18-year-old boy just entering adulthood, and I completely forgot that the 42-year-old woman in the blue saree I was staring at was my own mother. Something came over me—I just wanted to keep looking at her like that. I hadn’t turned on the kitchen light yet, so because of the darkness she couldn’t see me.

At that time Mom was 5’3″, weighed 52 kg, and had a 34D-30-36 figure. She first removed her blue saree. Her face was turned away from me. Then she unhooked her blouse. Friends, every single hook that opened made my heart beat faster. When she took the blouse off, she was standing there in a white bra and white petticoat.

My Mom had done a lot of hard physical work at her parents’ house. Because of that hard work, her body was shaped like a girl who goes to the gym. Friends, that day I realized what a hot piece of ass my Mom really was. Anyone who saw her like that would start dreaming about fucking her. And I was her son, already thinking about her that way.

Then she turned toward my side while throwing the blouse, and I got a clear view of her breasts from the front. What tits, friends. Medium-large, perfectly round. After that she turned again and I saw her slim waist and the white bra strap.

That sight made me lose it. Then Mom untied the drawstring of her petticoat. It got stuck around her ankles. When she bent down to pull it off, her ass moved inside the black panties—friends, what a view that was. My hand went straight to my cock and I started rubbing it over my shorts.

Mom took a couple of steps and went into the bathroom. The way her ass and waist were moving… even after she closed the bathroom door I kept staring. Friends, I had come into the kitchen, and Mom closed the bathroom door. The whole thing lasted less than a minute. But in that one minute, the way I looked at my mother completely changed.

A minute later I remembered why I had come to the kitchen in the first place.

I started eating while thinking about everything. By then I had turned on the kitchen light. When Mom came out of the bathroom I started watching her again. She was wearing a maroon silk maxi. She probably wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her body looked incredibly sexy in that silk maxi.

I wanted to touch those firm breasts and that raised ass. That one-minute incident had made me hungry for my mother’s body. Mom was outside hanging clothes, and I was staring at her moving ass. Every single movement was driving me crazy.

When she came into the kitchen I was still eating. She smiled when she saw me. We talked, but my eyes kept going to her breasts. Without a bra, they looked even bigger in the maxi. After that she went to sleep. It was the first time I had noticed Mom that closely. She looked really cute to me. I couldn’t hold back, so I went to the bathroom to jerk off. Inside, her bra was hanging there. I picked it up—it was still damp with her sweat. I smelled it. Friends, what a smell. I kept smelling it like I was high and stroked my cock. I came in the cups of her bra.

When I realized what I had done, I washed the bra with water and hung it back up. From then on I waited every night for Mom to go so I could see that view again. I only got to see it twice more. It became a daily thing for me. Whenever Mom came out of the bathroom, I would jerk off on her bra.

When we returned home, I didn’t get any more chances to see her like that. But after that I started looking at Mom’s body. When she was working, or when she came to sweep my room, I would stare at her breasts in her blouse. I never let her realize I was looking at her with dirty eyes. I enjoyed every second of it, but my behavior stayed casual.

Still, I became a better son. I started doing every little chore for her. She also started taking more care of me. Sometimes I felt guilty that I was thinking dirty thoughts about my mother and that I shouldn’t. But her sexy body was turning me into her devotee. My dad and mom were always arguing, and when Mom and I were alone she would get emotional, cry, and tell me all her problems. I always told her to stay positive and happy. She started liking being with me and began sharing every problem with me.

I decided I wouldn’t rush. I kept getting closer to Mom without any expectations. As the years passed I made her more modern and stylish. She started taking really good care of her skin and figure. My mom’s age was increasing, but she was only getting sexier. Four or five years passed like that, but I never gave up. My efforts continued.

In the meantime I fucked a lot of girls and sister-in-laws, and that was one reason there was never a shortage of sex in my life. So I was able to stay patient with Mom.

But the thrill of touching my mother’s body… that vibe wasn’t coming from anyone else. I was always looking for chances to touch her in the wrong way. Let me tell you—now my Mom looks like a young sister-in-law. She’s 48, but she doesn’t look a day over 38.

Last year, in February 2023, Mom fell off a stool and broke a bone in her leg. It was fixed with surgery. After that my sister-in-law and I both started taking care of her. We did all her work. Whenever Mom needed to go somewhere, I supported her. At that time she always wore maxis.

When I supported her from behind, her touch felt amazing. Sometimes I could even feel her bra strap. My cock would get hard every time. I was always looking for excuses to touch Mom. In those six months she became even more attached to me.

After two or three months of physiotherapy she was completely fine. Because of the six months of bed rest and medicines, Mom gained 8–10 kg. She started looking a little heavier. Her ass and breasts had gotten bigger than before. Now in a saree her thick ass looked extremely sexy. The curves of her breasts and ass were driving me even crazier.

One evening Mom and I were lying next to each other in her bedroom.

Mom: Abhi, I feel like I’ve gained a lot of weight. I’ve gotten fat. My body feels heavy.

Me: Where did you get fat? You look even better than before. (Mom started blushing.)

Mom: No, really, I’ve gotten fat. My stomach has grown. (She pointed at her thighs.) And these have gotten bigger too.

Me (deliberately disagreeing): Where? I don’t see it. Let me check.

Now I was touching her body. Friends, what a feeling. First her arms, then her back, and finally I held her stomach right under her breasts and felt it. I touched her thighs too. Her touch sent a wave through me.

Me: Yeah, a little, but not as much as you’re saying.

Hearing that, Mom stood up and locked the bedroom door. I wondered what she was doing. Then she came over to me and pulled her maxi up. My heart started racing. She was wearing tight shorts underneath. I saw that her stomach had sagged a little. When she turned around I saw her love handles had gotten bigger.

My mood dropped. Because the Mom I had seen six years earlier and the Mom in front of me that day looked very different. But even then her hotness hadn’t decreased. Even in that look she could still attract any man.

I touched her love handles and started caressing them a little. Mom was about to pull her shorts down a bit to show me something when someone knocked on the door. Mom quickly pulled the maxi down. Dad was standing there asking her to serve dinner.

Three or four days passed like that. Then Mom came to sweep my room.

Mom: Abhi, you still haven’t told me anything.

Me: About what, Mom?

Mom: About my weight. How did this happen to me? I don’t like this body. (She was really restless about her figure.)

Me: That’s because you were resting. It’ll get better with time.

Mom: You go to the gym. Tell me some experience that can help me lose this weight and get rid of this fat.

Me: Mom, honestly, you already look really hot like this. (She started smiling.)

Mom: Take me to the gym with you.

Me: Okay, I’ll talk to them tomorrow. Go during the ladies’ time slot.

Mom left the room happy. When she walked out I rubbed my cock looking at her ass in the saree. The fat on her waist was actually making her look sexier. Mom started going to the gym regularly from the next Monday. Within two or three months her weight started dropping.

The shape of her ass improved and the lift of her breasts increased. I realized Mom’s bra size had gone up. I’ll tell you what happened next in the next part.

Now I’m starting the next part of My Mom’s Fucking Story. She started going to the gym in a T-shirt and track pants. Her big breasts made mountains on the T-shirt. And her ass in those track pants… oh God, what a sight. I wanted to grab it and shove my cock inside.

There she became friends with an aunt who lived in our area. Her name was Vanita. Mom’s friendship with Vanita Aunt gave me a lot of benefits. Vanita Aunt was a very open-minded lady and naughty too. She started making non-veg jokes and double-meaning comments with Mom.

One day my sister-in-law had gone to the market for some personal work. Mom and I were alone at home. I think it was a Saturday and I had the day off, so I was free. Mom was making me do extra housework. That day she was wearing a yellow cotton saree. I noticed her love handles were gone and her stomach was completely slim. I said to Mom—

Me: Mom, you look even better than before. Going to the gym has really improved your figure.

Mom (her cheeks turned red): Really?

Me: Yeah, your shape is better than before. You look fit too. You just need a massage so your skin stays tight.

Mom: Yeah, you’re right. Who’s going to give me a massage?

Me: If you want, I can do it.

Mom (showing a little anger): Give it to your wife.

I felt the conversation could go wrong from here, so I dropped the topic right there. I had gotten close to Mom, but I never let her feel that I was trying anything on her. I never repeated that offer.

Time kept passing and I kept fucking other women. I never really thought I would do all that with Mom. I just kept trying to get closer to her. But years of effort finally paid off one day.

My sister-in-law had gone to her parents’ house, so Mom and I were alone at home. Dad and my brother both went to their offices. It was 5 in the evening and I had just finished work. I closed my laptop and Mom came straight into my room from the gym. Her whole body was soaked in sweat.

Me: What happened, Mom?

Mom: Call the plumber. There’s no water in my bathroom. I need to take a shower.

Me: Okay Mom, I’ll call him right now.

I called the plumber. He said it would take him two hours to get there. I thought this was the perfect chance to make history repeat itself.

Me: Mom, he’ll take time. Just use my bathroom.

Mom went to get her saree and other clothes. I pretended to sleep on my bed because I wanted to see her in that look a little. Then Mom put her saree on the bed and went into the bathroom. When I heard the bathroom door my heart started racing. Finally Mom was going to appear in front of me looking hot again.

I opened my eyes a little and saw Mom wearing her blouse and petticoat. Her hair was wet. It was summer and very hot, and on top of that she had just worked out. She stood right in front of the AC like that. Her breasts had gotten bigger. It looked like they were about to burst out of the blouse hooks. Her bra strap had slipped out too. When Mom turned, her sexy ass came right in front of my face.

Friends, my Mom’s ass had become completely round. She had an hourglass figure now. On top of that the smell of her shower gel was driving me even crazier. I wanted to put her on all fours and start fucking her from behind.

Mom stood like that for about ten minutes. Then she put on her saree and left the room. I went into the bathroom and jerked off remembering the view I had just seen.

Two days later Mom and I were talking at home.

Mom: Vanita is so crazy. Today I asked her if massage keeps the body good.

Me: Oh.

Mom: She said the same thing you told me. But when I asked who would give the massage, she said… (Mom got shy.)

Me: What did Vanita Aunt say?

Mom (blushing): Go to a spa. Young guys there will massage you really well.

Me (shocked face): What? So what did you say?

Mom: I didn’t say anything. Getting it done by some stranger outside doesn’t feel right to me.

Me: I told you before, but you had a problem with me, so what can I do?

Mom: Does massage really make the skin tight?

Me: Yes, all the celebrities get regular massages. That’s why you can’t tell their age.

Mom: Okay, but don’t tell anyone about this. (Mom was a little nervous.)

Me (hiding my excitement): Okay. We’ll do it tomorrow afternoon. I’ll get some bio oil from the market.

Mom smiled and went back to her work. I went to my bedroom and started watching videos on how to give a massage. I watched for about two hours. I didn’t want Mom to find my massage boring. I wanted to give her the best massage from my side.

The next day after lunch Mom finished her work and came to my room. I had been waiting for so long to finally feel her body. But I controlled myself. I didn’t want her to realize I had dirty eyes for her.

Mom: Abhi, are you busy?

Me: Yeah Mom. Just 10–15 minutes and this season will be over. (I was free, but I didn’t want her to know how badly I wanted to do this with her.) I’ll come to your bedroom. You take this bio oil.

I handed her the box of bio oil. On the cover there was a photo of a guy massaging a girl’s completely bare back. Mom looked a little shy seeing it. Then I went to her room. She was waiting for me.

Me: Mom, you’re not ready?

Mom: I am ready.

Me: Mom, the oil will ruin your saree.

(Mom looked a little confused about how to be in front of me.)

Me: Okay Mom, today I’ll just give you a foot massage.

I sat down and started pressing her feet properly. Mom was enjoying it.

Mom: Beta, you’re doing it really well. The pain in my feet is decreasing.

Me: Mom, I’ve only just started. Lift your saree a little.

When she lifted her saree I kept staring at her smooth legs. Mom takes really good care of herself. Her whole body was waxed. I started massaging with the bio oil. I massaged for about 20–25 minutes.

Mom: Abhi, you gave a really good massage.

Me: Mom, there’s still a lot of massage left.

Then I massaged her hands and turned her over to massage her back. Because of her blouse I couldn’t do a proper massage, but I massaged her neck, waist, and stomach. Then I got up, cleaned her body with tissue paper, and put her head in my lap to massage it.

Mom’s pallu had fallen down, so my attention got stuck on the cleavage between her two breasts. Mom had closed her eyes. I massaged her neck properly, then her head. I noticed Mom had relaxed and fallen asleep.

Now I was slowly moving my hand from her neck down to her blouse. My hand would touch her breasts and come back. My cock was hard, but I had a pillow under me so Mom couldn’t feel it.

I quietly got up, went to the bathroom, and freshened up. When I came out Mom was in a deep sleep. I covered her with a sheet and went to my own bedroom. I couldn’t believe I had actually given Mom a massage. Two or three hours later she woke up.

Me: Mom, looks like you slept really well today?

Mom (smiling): Yes beta. Because of your massage. There’s magic in your hands. I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep.

Me: Mom, how do you feel now?

Mom: Beta, thank you so much for giving such a good massage.

Me: Mom, that wasn’t even a good massage. I couldn’t give the kind of massage I wanted to.

Mom: Oh, I really enjoyed it. If you wanted to do better, why didn’t you?

Me: Your saree would have gotten ruined by the oil.

Mom (thinking for a moment): Okay, next time I’ll be careful.

After that day Mom opened up a lot with me. She started sharing everything with me. She even told me the jokes that happened between her and Vanita Aunt. Mom and I had become really good friends. I noticed that when I was shirtless, Mom would keep looking at my chest and muscles.

One day I came home from the gym while Mom was sweeping my room. I had done a chest workout that day. The moment I took off my T-shirt, Mom kept staring at me.

Mom: Your dad had a chest just like this when we got married. You’re just like your dad.

Me: Yeah beta, I’m his son after all.

Mom: Yes, but you’re better than your dad.

Me: How?

Mom (blushing): Go take a shower now. And give me your clothes.

I went into the bathroom. I started thinking that since Mom was opening up with me, I should take a little more risk. But I didn’t want to show off too much in front of her. I wanted to keep normal behavior and win her trust. Because until a woman gets her privacy, she doesn’t get closer to anyone.

Even after everything that had happened between us, I still behaved normally with Mom. When the whole family was home I treated her normally. Mom really liked that habit of mine. But when Mom and I were alone at home, I helped her with every chore. Even if I touched her a little, she didn’t mind.

Now the hardest task for me was to figure out whether this was just a mother’s love or if she was starting to feel attraction toward me. To find that out I carefully set something up one day. I asked Mom if I could give her a massage and she refused. My heart sank—what had suddenly happened to her?

But after two or three times of her acting difficult, she agreed. I decided I had to gather courage and move forward. I took a plastic bedsheet with me.

Me: Mom, now there’s no chance of the bedsheet getting ruined.

Mom: Yeah, that was smart.

Me: Mom, I want you to get a proper massage. And I also want to take good care of you.

Mom looked into my eyes and took off her saree. I shamelessly kept looking at her. She smiled a little and went into the bathroom. My heart was beating fast. I wondered what would happen next.

When Mom came out she was wearing a satin pink nighty. It had shoulder straps and was way above the knee. It was the first time I had seen Mom in a look like that.

I kept staring at her. Mom came close to me and said—

Mom: What are you looking at?

Me: You look really hot in this nighty.

Mom (shy): I wear this when I’m in the mood with your dad.

Me: Then Dad must get in a really good mood. (This kind of talk had started happening between Mom and me because Vanita Aunt’s friendly nature had made Mom closer to me.)

Mom: Shut up, you crazy boy. Are we just going to keep talking or are you going to massage me too?

I grabbed her hand, pulled her, and made her lie down on the bed. Then I started massaging her feet. I also massaged her thighs.

The moment I touched her thighs my cock got hard. What soft skin Mom had. But I wasn’t showing any wrong intention.

Mom’s eyes were on me the whole time, but I kept massaging quietly. Now I was massaging her hands. Today I was giving her a heavier massage, so she was letting out soft “ahh” sounds.

When I told her to turn over for the back massage, she did. I pulled her nighty up to her waist. She was wearing matching shorts underneath. I massaged from her legs all the way up her back. Looking at my Mom’s body, you wouldn’t believe she was 48. Now I needed to massage her back properly, so I pulled the nighty all the way up. Her bra straps became visible.

Mom sat up a little and pulled the nighty up to her neck herself. She was wearing a pink bra. Just seeing that made my cock hard. I controlled myself and massaged her back, then her stomach. By then she had pulled the nighty back down so I couldn’t see her bra. But Mom’s eyes were on me the whole time, checking whether I was looking at her breasts.

Still, I could see hope. I didn’t want to rush from here. Mom fell asleep during the massage that day too. I really wanted to touch her breasts, but I thought maybe she was awake and testing me.

I couldn’t hold back, so I got up, went straight to the bathroom, and started jerking off. After coming that day, the lust that had woken up inside me finally settled. When I came out of the bathroom Mom was in a deep sleep.

Mom looked very happy that day. After that I didn’t get another chance to massage her. With my sister-in-law around we couldn’t even talk openly. Two or three months passed like that, and my closeness with Mom kept growing.

Regular gym visits made Mom’s figure even hotter. It was like her age was going in reverse. Her breasts looked even more lifted and tight. And her ass… friends, what can I say. In tight leggings her ass looked perfect. Both cheeks were clearly separate.

Whenever Mom and I went to the market, everyone’s eyes stayed on her. From young girls to old men, everyone was attracted to Mom. My sister-in-law was pregnant, so she didn’t come for Garba during Navratri. Mom and I danced a lot of Garba together.

It felt like Mom’s stamina had increased a lot. We used to roam around the city until late at night. Mom’s hotness had increased so much that wherever we went, people started calling her “bhabhi.” One night around 1 a.m. we went to a nearby café. There was a couple’s booth. I ordered cold drinks for both of us. That night Mom was wearing a brown and white choli. She looked like pure sex. Mom seemed really happy with me.

Me: How do you like this place?

Mom: Abhi, you’re so nice. I’m having so much fun with you. I’ve never been to a place like this. Looks like only couples come here.

Me: Yeah, and you’re my partner.

Mom (shy): What are you even saying!

Me: I’m telling the truth. You’re my Garba partner.

Mom: Abhi, you must be getting disturbed because of me, right? You’re spending time with me, so you must not have time for your girlfriend.

Me: I don’t have a girlfriend.

Mom: Why are you lying? I can’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend. You’re so handsome and you’ve maintained such a good body. No girl would refuse you.

Me: I just haven’t found anyone of my choice yet.

Mom: Why? Tell me what kind of girl you want. I’ll find a daughter-in-law for you.

Me: I want a girl like you.

Mom (looking into my eyes): Why like me? What did you see in me?

Me: Not just me—everyone looks at you. No one here can believe you’re my mom. Anyone would think a guy has picked up a hot bhabhi. Everyone must be jealous.

Mom (laughing): You’ve become a real bad boy.

Me (putting my hand on hers): You’re very beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you in my life.

Mom was getting shy. I had created a soft corner for myself in her heart. Now she also knew that I liked her a lot. She was looking at me and smiling to herself.

We finished our cold drinks and went to dance Garba. After that day I started taking Mom to different places every night. One day while we were sitting, Mom said—

Mom: Abhi, you’ve made this Navratri really special for me. Thank you.

Me: Don’t say thank you. It’s my duty. I just want to see you happy.

Mom (a little emotional): You’ll always stay with me like this, right?

Me: Yes, Mom.

That day I felt Mom had become quite emotionally attached to me. We had started living like friends. But I still couldn’t move forward. I was scared—what if she didn’t have that kind of intention?

Maybe she was just behaving friendly because I’m her son. I was pretty confused about what was going on in Mom’s mind. I decided I wouldn’t even think about sex. If things got closer in the flow, fine, but I had already become happy with this much of a relationship with Mom.

On Diwali, Mom wore a satin green saree and black blouse. She looked deadly. Wherever we went, everyone’s eyes stayed on her. In the afternoon when everyone was sleeping, Mom and I were talking.

Me: Mom, you look really hot in this saree today.

Mom: Okay.

Me: You look so sexy today. Please Mom, let’s take some nice pictures. Do you have any sleeveless blouse?

Mom: When have I ever worn a sleeveless blouse?

Me: Just check, Mom. There must be one somewhere.

Mom: Okay, I’ll try.

Then Mom went to her bedroom and came back five minutes later with something black in her hand. She went into my bedroom, opened the door after two minutes, and called me inside. I just kept staring at Mom. She had taken off the blouse and put on a black bralette. Mom looked like a sexy bomb. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mom was getting shy.

Mom: What are you looking at?

Me: Wow Mom. You look incredible in this.

Mom (shy): Hurry up and take the photos. And don’t show these pictures to anyone. I’m only doing this for you.

Me (hugging her): Thank you, Mom.

Mom: Feeling a lot of love for Mom today?

Me: Yeah, you look so hot today.

I took pictures there, but it wasn’t much fun. The background didn’t look good and it was hard to take wide-angle shots. I told Mom to come to the terrace. She started refusing.

Mom: Someone might be outside right now. If anyone sees me like this it won’t feel good.

Me: Mom, everyone is sleeping. No one is going to wake up.

Mom: If the neighbors see me they’ll talk about me.

Me: We roamed around so much during Navratri. Did anyone find out?

Mom: You’ve become so stubborn. You always get your way.

Mom and I quietly went to the terrace and I took 8–10 hot photos of her. After that she quickly ran back to my bedroom and took off the bralette. Mom forgot the bralette in my room. I hid it in my room. The holidays ended. My work-from-home continued.

I thought if I showed a little more courage this time, maybe I could get Mom’s pussy. But there was also the fear that her intention toward me was still just that of a son. What I thought is exactly what happened. One day Mom came to clean my bedroom.

Me: Mom, it’s been so long since I gave you a massage.

Mom: Yeah, you just need an excuse to enjoy your Mom. (I was shocked when I heard that. Had Mom figured out my intentions?)

Me (angrily): I was only saying it for your good. I didn’t expect you to say something like that to me.

Mom (laughing): I was just joking, Abhi.

I showed anger and left. I decided to make Mom wait a little. Because when anyone gets something too easily, they don’t value it. I stopped offering Mom a massage, and she couldn’t bring herself to ask either.

One Sunday I had gone to the market for some work when Mom called me.

Mom and I on the phone—

Mom: Where are you? You’re not even at home.

Me: I came to the market. I have some work.

Mom: I’ve been sharing a photo with you for so long. Why haven’t you looked at it? (Mom was speaking in a very soft voice.)

Me: Mom, I’m outside, how can I look? Is the photo about something I need to buy?

Mom: No, I sent you a photo of myself. Okay, look at it and tell me.

Me: Okay Mom.

I cut the call and when I opened the photo I was shocked. Mom had sent me a mirror selfie of herself in bra and panties. I was in a public place so I moved to the side and looked at the photo properly. My cock got hard the moment I saw it. What hotness Mom had. I started wanting to fuck her right then.

Mom immediately sent a message: Do you think I’ve gotten fat?

I didn’t reply. Ten minutes later Mom called again.

Mom: Why aren’t you replying after reading the message?

Me: Mom, I’m in the market. I’ll talk when I get home.

When I reached home Mom tried very hard to talk to me alone, but with everyone around she couldn’t. I’ll tell you what happened after that in the next part of this sex story.