"Just one," she said but gulped down 7 pegs of whiskey.
Mom was totally out of her senses. Dad was somewhat in his senses but who cares. He's not the main character because that's me. I, am the main character of this story. For all the normal people out there who do not enjoy incest, I suggest you leave right now. Trust me, this story is not for you. And for my sick motherfucking bastard friends, you might wanna take out your napkins.
Vidya, my mom is a 36 year old MILF. Yes, you read it right. She's a certified MILF, the best out there. She has got it all, big boobs, fat ass, soft and a delicious navel that begs to be licked. Mom usually wears salwar-suits but on special occasions she wore sarees. She was wearing a yellow saree with a green blouse at this particular occasion. It was my parents' wedding anniversary and I couldn't care less. Yes, I am not the ideal son, but fuck it, neither are they ideal parents.
This was the first time in her 36 years of existence, my mom had alcohol. My father too was not a heavy drinker. He drank occasionally, mostly on Diwali with his buddies. It was a rare event when he had a peg or two. This was an even rarer event when both of them decided to have a drink together on their anniversary. It was dad's idea. Mom was reluctant but surprisingly gave in. I had little to no role in this little incident until after the "party" concluded and we all went to our rooms at around 11 pm.
When I say party, I mean just us three and cake. It was a small celebration in our living room. We lived in a rented house in the city, away from our village where people actually knew us. So it was just us in the house. It isn't much relevant to the story but I just felt like mentioning.
So, as I said, my mom and dad got drunk and it was too much for them being non-drinkers. I had to escort them to their bedroom. Dad was still fine but mom kept stumbling. I had to wrap my arm around her waist to stop her from falling. Obviously I copped a feel or two of those soft sides and underboob -- but that was nothing compared to what happened later.
After I helped Mom sit on the edge of the bed, Dad looked at me and said, "I'll handle it, son. You can go now."
I obliged and went to my room, scrolled through Instagram for a while and decided it was time to hit the bed. I looked at the clock over my bed. It was 2 already. I had to pee. I always do before I sleep and on my way to the common washroom, I passed through my parents bedroom. Their light was still on. And I decided to check on them.
I tried the door; it was unlocked. I peeped in to find the most amusing scene of the 19 years of my existence.
My mother's saree lying on one side of the floor, she herself was on her bed, unconscious, her petticoat hiked up to her waist, legs slightly apart, blouse undone, breasts peeking out of her white bra. Dad was lying on the far side, facing away from her, snoring like an ape. I had no idea what to do in this situation. It was clear my parents had sex after I left. They were drunk and did not care if the door was locked or the lights were dimmed. They went at it like mad lovers.
I opened the door further and stepped into the room. Mom's panties lay in front. There was a used condom lying next to it. At least they used protection. I went further and there she rested. My beautiful mother, her skin glistening in the light, tits popping out of her bra, her fleshy thighs looked so inviting. The petticoat was the only barrier that stopped me from looking at her pussy. Just a peek I thought and I lifted that petticoat.
I will never forget that scene; my mother's sweet pussy in front of my eyes. It was so smooth, I can only assume she shaved just for that night. I couldn't stop myself from touching it. My cold fingers on her warm pussy got me all excited. I inserted a finger in. My heart was beating so fast. The AC was on and yet I was sweating. The fact that my mother could wake up at any moment, or that my father could catch me touching mom like this didn't bring sense in me, it only excited me further.
I fingered her pussy for a while, it was so wet and warm and I didn't know what else to do. I pulled my finger out and licked it. It tasted like honey. There is nothing in the world I would not give to keep licking that honey for the rest of my life.
I then proceeded towards her breasts. Her nipples were so stiff and brown, I couldn't stop myself from biting them like I used to as a child. My one hand was on her other breast squeezing it and my teeth bit on her other breast nipple. I feared mom would wake but couldn't stop myself from touching her.
I had by now made my mind, I was gonna fuck her. I touched her, shook her to test if she would wake but nothing seemed to work. I was now sure, she wouldn't wake. I pulled my pyjamas and underwear down, took out my cock. I got on the bed, rubbed my manhood over my mom's luscious lips. It was heavenly. I tried to put it in her mouth but it felt rather unnatural, her teeth hurt me and it wasn't very comfortable doing all that.
I positioned myself over mom in missionary and inserted the head in, I felt so good and warm and hot I cannot explain. She was my own mother and she was lying naked before me and I was finally inside her. I thrusted it in and before I could realize, I ejaculated! I "came" inside my mother's pussy and I came a lot.
This was totally unexpected for me. I knew nothing better than to keep thrusting and make the most of it. I fucked her for a good minute or two and then withdrew. A load of fluids came out glistening on my dick, oozing out of her pussy lips.
I couldn't fully comprehend what I did. I fucked my own mother. Raw. Without condom. And came inside her, risking knocking her up with my child. But this was still the second thought on my mind. Lust for my mother was still my first priority. What I did next is probably the greatest memory of my life.
I got off her and flipped her upside down, with her round ass right on display. Her ass had always been my fantasy and today I knew it was mine. I mounted on her, placed my dick right on the entrance or rather the exit which I intended to use as an entrance; entrance to heaven.
Without much thought I thrusted it in. And oh my fucking Gawd! It was tight. So tight and hot I feel if heaven existed, it was in my mom's butt. The fluids on my dick made it little smooth and I began humping mom's ass. It was the most exciting feeling ever.
"Ahh" she cried. I was alarmed and took a pause. I checked on her. She was still asleep or rather drunk. I began humping again. Mom moaned again but I didn't pay any heed this time.
"Ahh, fuck me," she murmured.
I was terrified but didn't stop.
"Love you, babu," she continued.
Was she talking to me? Or was she still asleep? I couldn't. I kept fucking her ass.
"Take me. I'm your bitch."
I was shocked. She referred to herself as my bitch. What more could I have asked for? I slapped her right butt cheek lightly. I cannot explain how beautiful her ass appeared to me as it jiggled.
"Ahh, hit me," she said.
Oh my God, she loved the slap. I spanked her on the other side this time.
"Yes... ahh," she moaned.
This time I couldn't hold back anymore. I came right inside her asshole.
Post-nut clarity hit me like a brick this time. I was fucking my own mother's ass on my parents bed while they were both in it and my mother's moans testified how she liked what I did. I got off her, pulled up my pyjamas.
"I'm not done yet." I heard her say as I was leaving the room. I looked back at her. She was lying still on her stomach. My cum oozing out of her asshole. Should I go back? I thought. Did she know I fucked her? Or did she assume it was dad doing it to her? Was she in her complete senses? What would happen now? Could I have impregnated her? So many questions!
"Fuck my pussy as well," she made a weak, slurred demand.
This is where I take your leave. Tell me if you like the story. Let me know if I should continue with this series. Happy Fapping.