Namrata and Her Son Sex Story

This story shows love between a mother and a son. If incest offends you, you are advised not to read any further.
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Namrata and Her Son

Namrata shifted restlessly in her bed. Sleep had been evading her for the past 2 hours. It was almost 2’o clock in the night. Her husband was snoring as usual. But that was not the reason why she was not able to sleep. She was used to her husband’s snoring. Afterall she had been hearing it for almost 18 years now. What had made her restless this night was the movie she had seen on Doordarshan earlier that night. It was one of those Friday night adult movies. Images from that movie kept coming back to her mind. Whats more her life was so similar to the actress’s life in that movie. She could not follow everything in the movie as it was in Engish and she hardly knew a few words in that language. Nevertheless she had been able to follow the essence of the story. Like her, the woman in the movie too had a husband who had lost his manhood. The woman lived a life devoid of physical intimacy for 5 years.Then she succumbed and became involved into an extra-marital affair.

For the past two hours Namrata had been thinking about her own life. Her husband Ashok had lost his manhood almost six years ago. For six long years she hadbeen without sex. Somehow it had seemed tolerable for these six years but tonight it somehow seemed unbearable. She wondered if she will never again have sex in her life.

She had thought of sometimes having an extra marital affair but it scared her. What if somebody finds out? she did not want to take all those risks.But yet the fact remained that she yearned for a man today as she lay there beside her impotent husband.

She wasn’t bad looking. In fact she looked quite sensous as she lay there on the bed. She was in a sari. She normally changed into a gown before going to bed but today she had not bothered to change. She had a pretty face which somehow looked prettier due to her sadness. Her skin complexion was that typical dusky Indian one. Her hair were long. She was a bit fat but her body was broadened out all over. Hence the extra weight served rather to enhance her appeal. Her breasts were big and they were still firm even though she was almost 40 years old now and mother of two sons. Her older son Neeraj was 16 while the younger one Rajesh was 14.

She was feeling a bit thirsty. So she got up and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She was about to enter the kitchen when she suddenly noticed the faint light of the night bulb coming from Neeraj’s room. She was puzzled. He never slept with any light on. So she figured out that he must be awake. But she wondered what was he doing so late in the night. She walked towards his room. The door was slightly open. She pushed open the door.

She was taken aback by what she saw. Neeraj was sitting on the bed. His trousers and his undies were pushed down to his ankles. In one hand he held a book. His other hand held his hard and stiff organ. Neeraj also was totally taken aback. For quite a few moments neither knew how to react. Then Neeraj suddenly pulled a blanket that was lying on the bed to cover his nudity. He was feeling terribly ashamed and embarrassed. As he lowered his head he swore at himself for not latching the door.

Namarata too felt embarrassed. She knew she had no reason to feel embarrassed. Afterall it wasnt she who had been caught doing something naughty. But still her sense of embarrassment refused to go away. She wondered whether she should say anything to Neeraj but she really had no idea what to say. She just walked back to her room.

As she lay herself on the bed she suddenly realized something – she was wet! A sense of guilt pervaded her whole mind as she suddenly grasped why she had felt embarrassed. It was because her body had reacted to the nudity of her own son and her mind unconsciously registered this and made her feel embarrassed.

The image of her son with her trousers down suddenly flashed back to her mind and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body. She tried to think of something else to clear his mind of this dirt but the image kept coming back to her again and again. The tingling sensation became sharper and she had to reluctantly admit to herself that it felt nice. She tried hard to suppress her arousal but the more she tried the more intensified it became.
After some time she just gave up the struggle.

She let her mind recall the image of her son’s hardness. She thought about how big it had looked. She had been surprised by its size. Afterall Neeraj was just a kid studying in class eleventh. Yet it had seemed longer than
probably her palm.

As the turmoil in her mind continued she suddenly realized that if she wanted her, son could satisfy her. He could give her what shewanted so badly. This incestuous thought made her wild with arousal. She knew it was ‘paap’ letting such thoughts into her mind but it made her feel so good that she simply didnt care anymore. She wondered how incredible it will feel doing it actually, when the thought itself was exciting her so much. For almost half an hour her thoughts continued like this. Then suddenly the desire to fornicate became unbearable. She got up from the bed and walked out of her room.

A part of her mind yelled at her ‘Namrata, tu pagal to nahin ho gai! Kya karne ja rahi hai tu! Woh tera apna beta hai!!’. But she was too aroused and the lust that had been unsatisfied for six years now manifested itself with a ferocious intensity and made her ignore the voice of her conscience. As she walked towards Neeraj’s room she had many apprehensions. Will Neeraj find her attractive? Will he agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However she simply didnt care. She was just mad with desire.

Neeraj had latched the door now. She knocked at it lightly. After 2-3 knocks, the door opened. The room was dark but in the faint moonlight she could see Neeraj peering out at her puzzled and wondering why she had now
come back. She entered the room and switched on the night bulb and then closed the door behind her.

Neeraj meanwhile felt sure that she was now going to reproach him and tell him how ashamed she was of him. With his head lowered he just stood there waiting for her to begin. But what he heard surprised him. ‘Neeraj, mein tujhe dantane nahin aai hoon. Mein darasal yahaan sona chahti hoon. Tere papa wahaan itni aawaz kar rahe hain ki mujhe neend hi nahin aa rahi.’ Saying this Namrata laid herself on the bed. ‘Chal tu bhi aa ja.’ Neeraj looked at her confused and obeying her he got into the bed beside her. Namrata stayed silent for some time. Then suddenly she asked him ‘Neeraj, tu woh roz karta hain?’ He nodded feeling shy and embarrased.
‘Woh kitab kounsi hai, jisko tu dekh raha tha us time? Mujhe dikha zara.’

Neeraj looked at her wondering why she wanted to see the book. When she again asked for the book, he brought it out from under the mattress and gave it to her. She switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in tempting ways. ‘Neeraj, inme sabse accha photo kounsa lagata hai tujhe?’ As soon as Neeraj heard this he started getting aroused. He was still very confused though. What was happening was unbelievable – his mother lying beside him at 4 in the night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which photo did he like most! He had no idea what his mother’s intentions were but now he knew in a vague way that something exciting was going to happen. Namrata meanwhile once again asked him
‘Bata na, sabse accha kounsa lagta hai tujhe?’

Neeraj shyly took the book and opened the page that contained his favorite picture. Namrata looked at the girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big breasts. She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the girl in the picture and asked Neeraj ‘Yeh itne bade-bade hain, isi liye acchi lagti hain na tujhe?’ Neeraj was terribly hard by now. He looked at her mothers face. She was looking at him in a motherly and affectionate way. Then she smiled and said, ‘Neeraj itna sharma mat. mere sawal ka jawab de na.’ Neeraj nodded now. The big boobs really were the reason why he liked that particular picture so much.

By now Namrata was totally wet. She decided that it was now time to start seeking what she wanted from her son. She put the ‘pallu’ of her sari to one side and cupping her breasts with her hands, she said ‘ Dekh, mere to is ladki se bhi jyada bade hain.’ Neeraj just gaped at her face as he heard this. His excitement was visible on his face by now and this made Namrata bolder. ‘Ruk. Main tujhe blouse khol ke dikhati hoon.’

Saying this she quickly unhooked her blouse revealing her big breasts held tightly inside her brassiere. Now she took Neeraj’s hand and after placing it on the hook of her brassiere, asked Neeraj to undo it. With a trembling hand Neeraj did so. Namrata immediately pulled out the brassiere and threw it on the floor.

Neeraj gaped at the pair of beautiful tits that lay before him. They were big and firm. They were dark like the rest of her body. The nipples were big and looked stiff. This was the first time Neeraj was seeing a woman’s bosom naked and the fact that it belonged to his own mother made it terribly exciting for Neeraj. He felt hard like he had never before felt. Till now Neeraj had always thought of his mother simply as a mother and nothing else but now for the first time he realized that his mother was also a sensuous woman. His mother was in fact what his friends at school would call ‘maal’.

Neeraj was now dying to feel Namrata’s breasts and when Namrata asked him in a mischievous voice ‘Neeraj, inko chhoone ka man nahi kar raha kya tera?’, he immediate put his hand upon her breast. His hand almost trembled with excitement as his hand carressed her breast. Inside his mind, his conscience told him that what was happening was sinful and wrong but like his mother he also was too aroused to care for the voice of conscience. However, he felt scared about his father waking up and finding them like this. So he said to his mother, ‘Mommy, papa yaan Rajesh jag gaye to!’. Namrata knew that what he was saying wasnt impossible. However Ashok usually slept like a log and so the likelihood of his waking up was low.Her younger son Rajesh too was a deep sleeper. Moreover, she was too turned on to stop what they were doing. In a soft soothing voice she assured her son,’Uski chinta mat kar.Tere papa raat ko ek baar sote hain, to phir seedha subah ko hi uthte hain. Aur tera chhota bhai bhi waisa hee hai.’

By now they both were feeling less inhibited. Now they both knew that they wanted each other. Nmarata also was beginning to feel impatient. Quickly she unbuttened her son’s shirt. She then unzipped his trousers and pushed them down towards his ankles. Neeraj’s undies looked like a tent due to his hardness. Namrata eagerly pushed them down.She gaped as her son’s full hardness was revealed. Lovingly she took it into her hands and stroked it softly and gently. Neeraj’s whole body tingled as the stroking went on. It felt incredibly nice. Suddenly he felt the ejaculation coming. But Namarata realized it too and she stopped stroking it. She didnt want him to ejaculate at this moment. She decided that it was time for them to take off their clothes completely. She stood up near the bed and pulled down the sari. She then undid the knot of her petticoat and let it fall around her ankles on the floor. She also took off the already open blouse and threw it on the floor. She was about to pull down the panties when she decided to ask Neeraj to do it instead, ‘Neeraj, yeh utaar.’ Neeraj eagerly began to pull her panties down. He swallowed hard as his mother’s bushiness revaled itself. Between the bushiness lay his mother’s
cunt. It looked beautiful and he yearned to touch it.

After stepping out of her panties, Namrata helped her son undress totally. Then she laid herself on the bed and whispered to Neeraj,’Chal, mere uupar aa ja.’ As Neeraj put himself on top of her, she put her arms around him. For a moment they looked into each other’s eyes. Then Namrata whispered,’Neeraj, ek pappee de apni mummy ko.’ On hearing this, Neeraj immediately put his lips upon her lips. As they opened their mouths and their tongues met, the mother and son both felt excited in a way they had never felt before.

After this kiss, Neeraj stopped feeling inhibited. Namrata no longer had to give him instructions. Spontaeously he explored every part of her body. He planted kisses all over her face, then went down and hungrily sucked her breasts. Namrata moaned as he fondled, tickled, suckled and carressed her breasts. Then suddenly she whispered, ‘Neeraj, ek puppy de.’ Neeraj was about to put his mouth upon hers, when she smiled and said, ‘Buddhhu kahin ka! In hothon pe nahin, neeche wala hothon pe puppy chahiye mujhe.’ Neeraj blushed for a moment and then he moved back. He paused for some time after putting his face close to her cunt. His mother had musky smell down there and he found the smell terribly exciting. He took inhaled it deeply and then put his lips upon his mother’s cunt lips. He had seen a dirty picture some days ago which showed a man licking a woman’s cunt. That time he had found it disgusting but now that act seemed so beautiful and natural. Namrata moaned as her son’s lips parted and his tongue began to tickle her cunt. Soon the excitement became unbearable and Namrata realized that she wanted her son inside her now. She moaned out, ‘Neeraj, ab apni mummy ke andar aa ja.’ Neeraj kissed her cunt once and then brought his face in front of her face. They looked at each other for some time and then Neeraj began to enter her. He fumbled due to inexperience and Namarata helped him enter herself. But Neeraj immediately withdrew himself out. Namrata asked him, ‘Kya hua?’

Neeraj replied back,’Mummy condom to hai hi nahin. Aap pregnant ho gaeen to!’ Namrata realized that what he was saying was true. She might get pregnant. However, she was feeling too hot to care about this. She impatiently cried out in a soft voice,’Mujhe parwah nahin uski. Abhi mujhe bas tera pyar chahiye. Chal phir se andar aa, jaldi se. Agar pregnant hoti hoon, to hone do’

So Neeraj once again entered her. He paused for some time and then he began to move inside her. As he moved inside her, Namrata carressed his back with one hand and the other she lovingly ran through his hair. It didnt last very long. Just after 2-3 minutes Neeraj exploded inside her. Namarat was for a moment angry as she wasnt yet close to her orgasm. However, she immediately recalled that this was her son’s first time. She waited for him to regain his hardness and this time when he entered, she told him ‘Neeraj is baar araam se karna. Jaldbaazi mat karna. Thik hai?’ Neeraj nodded. This time it turned out to be better. Namrata got an orgasm that shuddered
through her whole body. Soon Neeraj too came.

They made love three more times and it was almost 5.30 when they did it for the last time. They both were feeling exhausted now. Moreover, they were now scared that Ashok or Rajesh might wake up any moment. So after kissing her son for the last time, Namrata picked up her clothes and walked back to her room.

That day they again made love in the afternoon when they were alone in the house. In the evening, after their love making was over,Namrata got a bright idea. That night she cribbed after dinner to her husband about his snoring
habit. She told him that his snoring was becoming unbearable for her. So she would sleep in the extra guest bedroom they had. Ashok agreed to this.

From that day, Namrata began sleeping in the other bedroom. That room was adjacent to Neeraj’s room and even had a connecting door. So every night Namrata would sneak into Neeraj’s or he would sneak into Namrata’s room and they would make love without any fear of getting caught in the act.

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