Confessions of a Nymphomaniac – Part 1

It was a pleasant evening with a crimson sky. I sat on a recliner in the garden area, feeling the warm air on my skin. I could hear my son Rohan huffing and puffing as he walked towards me. I chose to ignore him and continued to enjoy my tea, taking in the beautiful view of our farmhouse.

Rohan started to shout. I could see him pointing his finger at me. He was probably cursing and disappointed in me. I closed my eyes, and his voice began to fade away as noise that my brain decided was irrelevant.

‘Forty-five years of existence with a million experiences, a heart full of regret, and a lingering flame of desire in my gut. This is the summary of my life,’ I said to myself.

Feeling the pain of your secrets coming out can be strangely comforting. You realize that what you’ve been afraid of for so long isn’t as frightening as you thought. Tears streamed down my face, but I smiled.

I felt Rohan shaking me and heard him clearly, “Mom! Are you OK?” I opened my eyes and said, “Yes, sorry you saw me like that, but I’m not sorry for what I did.”

“Do you want to explain yourself?” said Ro.

I looked at him and said, “You are 22, an adult. Have I ever inquired about your personal life? Did I not give you your space? Then why do I need to explain myself for things I did when I was a young adult? I’m sure I raised you to be better than a judgmental prick. It’s a bit sad, but I’m disappointed in you, my son.”

Ro looked at me, confused and speechless, with a pinch of guilt on his face from my response. I enjoyed the wordplay and the logical dominance in my head. He quietly sat on the chair. I could see so many questions on his face, and not a word came out after my response to him.

Then he looked at me and said, “Sorry, Maa. I didn’t mean it like that. But what I saw disturbed me. Anyway, are you OK? It looked like you were crying.”

“Who, me? No, it’s just that video sparked some old stupid memories, that’s it,” I replied. Ro then said, “Maa! I know it’s been hard since the divorce. If there’s something you’d like to talk about, I want you to know I’m here.”

“Aww! Look at you, the little insensitive emotional prick consoling me,” I said laughingly.

“Maa! Come on, I’m serious. You always discount me like that. You just said I’m 22, an adult, and then started treating me like a kid.”

Me: OK! OK! I will lean on you more often going forward. It is dark already. Don’t you have college tomorrow?

Rohan: Yeah, but the night is still young. Tell me what memory made you cry and smile simultaneously.

Me: Let’s say I had a very colourful life. I know I said I’ll lean on you. But there are some things every woman would want to take to their grave.

Ro is a gentle lad. He knows prying is rude, and he understands. Ro and I live alone in Bangalore, and I have enough in my savings and stocks. The divorce settlement was the cherry on top. I had asked Ro to start a business, and I’d invest. But he inherited his Dad’s genes and wants to be a corporate dog.

We own a farmhouse about a 90-minute drive from the city where we spend weekends. We went into the house, and I asked Ro what he wanted for dinner. He said, “Anything’s fine.” I don’t like it when people aren’t clear about what they want. It makes it hard to decide.

I didn’t feel like cooking much, so I decided to make something easy and fast. I chose to make a simple meal with steak and potatoes. I put the steak on the grill and put some potatoes in the cooker on low heat. Then, I sat down next to my son.

Rohan: Maa, why did you do stuff like that in the past? Was it money?

Me: Silly boy, it wasn’t money.

Rohan: Then what?

Me: Do you seriously want to have this conversation with me now?

Rohan: I mean, yeah, that is if you are comfortable. I’m your son, and I feel like I don’t know you sometimes.

Me: Haha, well, that is by design, my boy. If I wanted you to know, then you would.

Rohan: So, do you want me to know? I mean, I would, and if there is anything you want to know, I’m willing to be completely honest with you. Ask what you want I’ll tell you the truth.

Me: Oh, now this is getting interesting.

Me: So, tell me, did you like what you saw in the video?

Rohan: Mom!

Me: Well, come on, tell me how you felt when you saw that video. Didn’t you say, “Ask what you want, and I’ll tell you the truth?”?

Rohan: Yeah, but what does that have to do with me knowing you better? I think your question is a bit off, Maa. Honestly, I don’t know what to say.

Ro gets restless with my little inquiry about the video. He starts avoiding eye contact and his nervousness is screaming from his body language. With a serious face, I looked at Ro and said, “Everything! Your answer has everything to do with you knowing me better.”

Rohan: Well, I think it was gross. It made me angry, and I’m annoyed right now.

Me: OK, I don’t think you are being honest. Your answer is not in sync with your expressions. Let’s end this conversation now.

I stood up to walk towards the kitchen. Just when I turned, I heard a low murmuring.

Me: What was that? I couldn’t hear you.

Rohan: I masturbated watching you. There I said it! That’s not just it. When I was jacking off, I imagined the current you, not the younger version of you in the video. Maa, I Love you! I admit I was expecting a compliment from my son on how hot I was in my glory days.

But hearing him say all that ignited a fire in my belly. I froze, and suddenly, the cooker whistle brought me back to reality. I nervously turned around and saw Rohan had his eyes tightly closed. He was scared, awaiting my response. I then slowly walked to him and whispered, “Me too.”

His eyes were wide open. I kissed his forehead and went towards to kitchen to sort the dinner. There was absolute silence in the house, and it was the most awkward dinner for both of us. As we settled down in the living room, I broke the ice and said, “It’s your now as me what you want, no holds bar.”

Rohan was quiet again maybe he was expecting the conversation to continue from what I whispered in his ear. Seconds later, he murmured something again, then coughed and spoke.

Rohan: So that video looked like it was homemade?

Me: Aye! Is that all you wanted to ask?

Rohan: Maa, I’m a porn addict, and I visit that site too often. There is something strange.

Me: Strange? How so?

Rohan: The video was posted yesterday, but it’s an old video. Do you think Dad did that?

Me: Nope! I uploaded it for you.

Rohan: WTF! Are you insane? What if my friends see it? I thought that was Dad in the video, as his face was blurred out. Who was that bloke in the video fucking you?

Me: Lol! Let them have a wank looking at your Mom’s cunt and butt hole. (I winked at him, smiling) and that guy in the video is your uncle Arjun, not Dad.

Rohan: Fuck, woman! Who are you? Holy shit! Please Don’t tell me I’ve got bad genes because my uncle is Dad. That would explain why I’ve never been good at math. My friends tease me as a retard when I don’t get their jokes,

Me: Haha, very funny. No, Arjun is not your Dad, and you are bad at math because you are lazy. Don’t blame the genes for your incompetence.

Rohan: How did it all begin? I want to know the real you, Maa.

Me: Alright, this is going to be a long night. Are you game? If yes, then grab the beer from the fridge.

Confession #1- The Virgin

I was raised in a very conservative ecosystem. While my friends partied and had fun, I was asked to return home before 9 pm. Papa is now old and kind, but he was a terror when we were young.

One day, I had a beer at a friend’s place and returned late. This led to an argument, and he slapped me. This was the attitude era, and the rebel in me wanted to get back at him. I wanted to lose my virginity to prove to him that I was not in his control.

I was in college back then, and there was this boy a year younger than me. I think his name was Jatin. We often exchanged glances at the bus stop, and that day, we were alone waiting for the bus. I moved closer and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Priya,” I said. “Duh! Everyone knows,” he replied.

“OK, how so?” I inquired. He looked at me and said, “You are the hottest girl in college. Everyone knows you,” he said. I got bold and asked him if he thought that I was hot. He immediately said yes, I then took it a notch up and asked which part of my body he liked the most.

Jatin hesitated and said, “Your ass, I guess.” Just then, the bus arrived. I looked at Jatin and said, “How about we skip college today. We go someplace quiet, I’ll show you my ass, and in return, you show me your dick,” deal he exclaimed.

20 years ago, North Bangalore was a very unpopulated place. We walked for about a mile and found ourselves a safe spot under a tree. I pulled down my skirt and exposed my ass for a few seconds, then pulled it back. “Your turn now,” I said.

Jatin unzipped and flung his huge boner. Unlike me, he had it out long enough for me to escalate. I asked if I could touch it. Jatin said, “Not until you let me touch your boobs.” I could feel the tingling in my pussy. Without any hesitation, I lifted my tees and unhooked my bra.

Jatin ran his fingers on my breasts and started squeezing them. I pushed him back and said, “My turn.” Once again, Jatin’s dick was out. I pressed it hard, and his pre cum was all over my hand. I bent down to take a closer look, and he pushed my head towards his cock.

At first, I licked it and then started sucking it. Moments later, we both were semi-naked. We then heard a motorbike passing by and got scared and started walking towards the town. While walking, I asked Jatin if he was a virgin, and he said no.

His answer made me feel like shit because people younger than me were getting laid while I was still a virgin. I inquired how many girls he fucked, and he said just one. I was now super curious to know who the bitch was, so I asked him he became quiet.

“Come on, tell me I’m not jealous. I want to know,” I said.

“OK, I’ll tell you, but this could ruin my life. I trust you, so please don’t disappoint me,” he said. I crossed my heart and promised. “It’s my sister, Anju!” I stopped walking. Jatin was scared by my reaction. He immediately tried to change his response by saying it was a joke.

But it was too late. I somehow knew he was telling the truth. Jatin’s words haunted me, and I could not sleep the whole night. I had a huge orgasm fingering myself. The next morning, we met at the bus stop again. He was trying to avoid me.

I approached him and said, “Should we walk a bit further today and continue from where we stopped?” We found a building that was under construction. It was empty no workers, not a soul. To be extra careful, we went up to the third floor and started undressing in what seemed like a Master bedroom.

There was a pile of sand in the room, and it was dark. Jatin and I were both naked. I started sucking his dick. He then sucked and licked my cunt while I was standing. It was a bit uncomfortable, so we found a few bricks and a wooden mat in the building.

Jatin first laid the mat, piled the bricks in it, and made me sit on it. I spread my legs, and he licked my pussy like a dog. I then lay on the mat. Jatin squatted on my stomach and placed his dick in between my boobs. I had my left hand under Jatin’s ass to ensure he did not put his weight on me.

I slowly slid my left index finger into Jatin’s asshole. I sucked on it with my eyes closed while he tit-fucked me. I then got on my fours, and he started fucking me real hard. Jatin ensured he pulled before he came. He then sniffed my asshole. I turned around and asked him if it smelled nice.

He smiled and said he loved it and wanted to fuck my butthole. I was horny as hell and agreed. With a little spit and a couple of failed attempts, he managed to insert it and slowly got deep inside me. After a few pushes, I asked Jatin to withdraw. He noticed I was not enjoying it.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, Priya,” he said. I told Jatin that it was not his fault, and I enjoyed it. He kept apologizing, so I told Jatin that inserting his dick in my shit hole made me want to take a crap. I was so embarrassed. I asked Jatin to go out of the room so I could take a dump on the pile of sand that was in the room.

Jatin’s eyes were lit he asked if he could watch while I did my business. I was a bit hesitant and agreed. He dug a hole in the sand, and I sat Indian style. I was so ashamed that I covered my face and applied pressure. A long smooth turd fell in the hole.

The next one was about to come, and just when my ass was twitching and opening, I could feel Jatin inserting his finger in my butthole. It was too late for me to take it in, and Jatin had his palm full of steaming shit. He wiped his hand on the sand and asked me if he could fuck my shitty ass.

I immediately got in the doggy position and spread my ass cheek with one hand. I told, “I want you first to sniff my dirty ass lick my shit and fuck me hard.” Jatin wasted no time he followed my instructions and came inside my asshole.

Me: And that’s how I lost my virginity!

Rohan: Fuck Maa, Fuck! That’s the craziest and kinkiest stuff I’ve ever heard.

“Oh, there’s lots more, but first, let me take care of that boner of yours,” I said, smiling.

To be continued.

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