Mom’s Baubles

This is a true story and it’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a long time. Most of the stories here are clearly fake and have the same repeated elements which don’t make any sense whatsoever. They fail to tell the complexity involved in lusting after your own mother. As I write, my cock is erect and begging for release. Such is the nature of the story I’m about to tell.

I’m an average guy from India who comes from a strict, religious family with good natured parents. I loved my parents and was especially attached to my mother even during my teen years. My mom used to feed me and bathe me till I was of secondary school age. She even used to oil and comb my hair. Nothing even remotely sexual happened between us since I have seen my mom naked many times and sometimes in her bra or blouse after a shower. In fact, I used to hook her blouse and bra since she couldn’t reach it herself.

When I was about 18 years old, I had a strange dream where my mother was topless with gigantic breasts which I was sucking to my heart’s content. In fact, I was literally hanging onto them with my feet completely off the ground. It was one of the most realistic dreams I ever had and it affected me deeply. Still I never looked at her with bad intentions since she was my mother. However, I used to dream about sex all day with imaginary girls and live in my own fantasy world where anything was possible. I had zero knowledge about sex and didn’t realise why my little cock was stiffening at times without warning. It was very embarrassing when my parents were around so I used to hide it not knowing what to do.

Then one day, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. I was lying in bed with my family around 7pm as we used to go to bed early in those days and used to sleep in the same room on the floor. My mom was on my left and my dad was sleeping next to her. My elder brother was to my right and we were mostly awake waiting for the lights to go off. Sensing some movement above me, I lowered my blanket to see what was happening. I carefully opened my eyes to check if the light was still on and was startled to find a large breast hanging right in front of me literally inches away from my face. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing but soon realised that it was my mom who sometimes used to sleep partly naked (my parents were probably having sex after we slept) exposing her breasts. She was adjusting the pillows for my brother for a comfortable nap. Although I was in shock momentarily there was a strong desire to interact with the object but I was too scared to do anything. That night I slept thinking about the low hanging fruit and how I wish I could have played with it but I was scared of the consequences.

As days went by, I accidentally discovered masturbation while bathing and shot loads of cum all over the bathroom floor. Our bathroom door was always open due to lot of water filled barrels blocking the way. No one came there while someone was bathing yet occasionally my mom used to come around to pick something from the cleaning cupboard which was located near the bathroom door. On one such day she saw my erect cock which refused to go down and didn’t say anything. In the next few months, she caught me jerking behind a door and trying to suck my own cock in the toilet. The last one really upset her and she confronted me saying that it was wrong and that she will have to take me to the doctor for medical checkup. I was scared of doctors since I’d heard some scary surgery stories from my mother so acted innocent until the issue was forgotten. Thankfully my mom did not inform my dad about it but I wasn’t too sure. As time went by I was interested in her clothing, especially her bra since it caused some sort of reaction in my body. I once undressed and wrapped myself in her old saree and tried to masturbate but it didn’t work. I also came across sanitary napkins which were a great mystery to me.

Months went by without incident and things returned to normal. However, my addiction to masturbation got stronger and bolder with each passing day. One time my mom was praying for me as usual and as usual tried to kiss me on the cheek and forehead before sending me off to college. Unfortunately, there was a slight miscalculation in timing as I turned my head to face her too early and landed an electrifying wet kiss which rocked both of us. I was naturally scared but she just kissed me on the forehead and waved bye. I was a little disturbed by the event but secretly enjoyed it.

As my dad retired, we had to move to a different house which was smaller than the old one. This is where things took a drastic turn changing my life forever. As usual we all started sleeping together as it was hot summer which meant that my mom would be half naked at night. But to my disbelief, she started sleeping completely nude. Fortunately, since I was the youngest son, I had the golden opportunity to always sleep next to her. It was during this time, one fateful night, that I dared to do the unthinkable. I was so horny that night seeing my mother naked with her breasts exposed and in deep sleep that my heart pounded in my chest. I contemplated my actions and decided to move forward with caution.

I don’t remember how many times I touched her exposed breasts with my bare hands that night. They were so soft and warm like nothing I’ve felt or experienced before. I felt so weak and my cock twitching with excitement as I pressed them gently with my ice cold finger tips which were trembling with excitement. Occasionally, my mom would move or change her breathing pattern forcing me to abort mission. But I would resume my expedition as soon as the coast was clear. I felt guilty and scared but it only fuelled my urge. I wanted to touch both breasts and feel them without restrictions but I knew it was never going to happen especially with everyone in the room. I was a little disgusted with myself but didn’t want to pass the opportunity which was begging for attention. I also wondered why my mom slept naked with 2 grown sons and why dad allowed this. Probably in their eyes we were still kids and my mom couldn’t tolerate the summer heat. Whatever be the case, I was enjoying the rewards without hardship.

Every night I would wait for her to fall asleep so I can caress her breasts and each time I escaped without getting caught. I even tried playing with the nipple which was dark brown and was itching to put it in my mouth but it was too risky with her hands in the way. I was also interested in her groin area but couldn’t see anything due to the darkness save for the fact that I knew it was going to be covered in thick black hair.

One unsuspecting early morning, my mom woke up with my hand on her breast. I immediately moved away as if I was having a nightmare fearing the worst. Surprisingly nothing happened and my mom went back to sleep. I went dead silent and tried to forget the whole thing. The next morning, my mom was laughing and talking animated with my dad who looked amused. Thinking it was about something else I silently went to the dining room when my mom informed me that I had turned into a baby the previous night. She said I was grabbing her breast and mumbling to myself in sleep. I didn’t know how to react for a minute but realised that my nightmare drama had saved me from hell. I couldn’t believe they actually fell for it but I was glad and decided to stop fooling around as there wouldn’t be a second time.

We then moved again and this time it was an old village type house complete with veranda and open roof top with lots of ventilation. The house was poorly maintained but the rent was cheap so we took it. Pretty soon, my sex cravings returned and my mom didn’t bother to cover her breasts and continued sleeping completely nude as usual right next to me. I played with her tits all night losing sleep and waking up with the guilt that I was a terrible son. We then moved to another house but this time it was brand new and closer to school. My mom and dad slept in a different room like they should and me and my brother slept in the hall in separate beds. It was during this time that my brother was at his aggressive worst creating a lot of chaos in the house and at one point my mom had to stop us from hitting each other while being completely naked. Although I felt bad for her I still couldn’t get her nudity out of my mind.

After a few years, we finally moved to our own house which was a small apartment in the outskirts of the city. Although there were 2 rooms like the previous house, we all slept in the same room, except that my mom and dad used to sleep facing a different direction with no access to her breasts. They then moved to the bedroom and my brother and I occupied the living room for studying, dining and sleeping. Little did I know that one day I will be sleeping next to my mother all alone in the bedroom thanks to the recurrent fights with my brother which required our parents to keep us away from each other for good. Unfortunately, my mom started sleeping in her self-made night gown which was made out of thick fabric. Feeling her breasts was a challenge but I made up my mind to take advantage of the situation one way or another for as long as it lasted.

So night after night I would try to touch her breasts through the fabric and hold them in my palm and succeeded without any hiccups. At times when she had her back turned towards me, I would try to lean my erect penis against her buttocks aligning with the ass crack. Sometimes I would even dare to put my leg around her waist as if in sleep and she wouldn’t wake up. I got bolder and wanted to suck on her breasts through the fabric but had difficulty locating the nipples. After several attempts I managed to find the tiny protrusion in her dress one day. I started circling the area and was excited to note that the nipple was responding by becoming hard and erect. It was in fact pushing against the fabric which made my job easier. I immediately but cautiously got closer and grabbed the tip with my lips and tried sucking on it without waking my mother. I couldn’t lick the fabric for obvious reasons but the mere thought of holding her breast in my mouth was enough to give me a leak down the aisle. I then shagged and slept. One time I dared to look under her gown but couldn’t locate her vagina. I desperately needed a flashlight since it was pitch dark in the middle of the night and sadly couldn’t find one. So I left it at that and went back to bed.

Things were dull for a few days until my brother got married and the newly weds started using the room only for sex and used to come back to sleep with me and mom in the living room removing all access to my mother mangoes again. When Christmas arrived my brother wanted to stay at his in-laws place for a few days. I was so excited for the holidays as I had setup the Christmas tree and was planning to watch a lot of movies and play video games all by myself, totally forgetting about my mother. That night my mom went early to bed and I continued playing video games until I was too tired to play. The next day, I woke up as usual and after getting ready started playing my favourite games on the computer with loads of music. I was so immersed in the gameplay that I didn’t hear my mother calling for me from the bedroom. I thought I was hearing voices and ignored it. Then out of the blue my mother came to me with a bible in her hand and blurted out the words, “Promise on the Bible that you didn’t touch me last night!”

I was taken aback for a minute and yelled back at her for causing unnecessary commotion to escape the situation. Thankfully she got frightened and went back to the bedroom without saying a word. I was so angry with her for pouncing on me like that but at the same time was equally scared and worried that she had raised the topic suddenly out of nowhere. I couldn’t believe what I had heard and had difficulty focusing on the game. She had ruined my holiday that too on Christmas Day!

I was clueless on how to resolve the matter having reacted in an aggressive manner at first. I took a deep breath and tired to calm down. I quit the video game and checked the time on the computer. It was 12:30 pm and since I already had my lunch there was a lot of time before nightfall. I remained seated at the computer trying to kill time when it slowly dawned upon me that I was all alone with my mother who was openly asking me if I had touched her during the night. I pondered on the consequences of openly admitting such an action. I didn’t know what she had on her mind by asking such a blatant question. Surely, I did not touch her to the best of my knowledge and senses since I was barely awake last night. Moreover, we were sleeping separately facing different directions albeit on the same floor. Then why this accusation now?

There was something odd about the way she confronted me. She didn’t appear angry or disappointed. Instead the tone of her voice sounded more like confirmation. As time slipped by, it slowly dawned upon me that my mom was trying to tell me something desperately but didn’t know how to express it. My ballsack tightened in its pouch causing my penis to go limp for a second as the realisation hit me. I felt chills and shivers run through my whole body like I was about to do something wrong and sinful. It was the same response my body gave whenever I played with her tits. Was she expecting an YES or something else? Our holy relationship was tainted anyway so apologising didn’t make any sense. After all I was the only man in the house who actually cared for her and loved her. This was my only chance to end the sleepless nights, the hiding and worst of all fear of being caught and punished for my actions. What was my mistake? After all it was her who exposed her voluptuous body to her innocent son. I gathered the courage to face her as I didn’t want to live like a coward in my own house. So I switched off the computer and went to the bedroom to finish what I started.

TO BE CONTINUED