Forbidden Desires – Part 1

It’s been 3 months since Abba (father) got married to a 25-year-old woman (Roja), despite having already being married to my mother. In Islam, men can have multiple wives. Attending their marriage ceremony was the last thing I wanted to do.

So I made excuses for upcoming exams to stay in the hostel and avoid attending their marriage ceremony. It has been almost 3 years since I’ve visited home. I always found reasons not to go home during the vacations. I wonder how dad treats my mom, Wahida, now.

Poor thing, it must be breaking her heart to share her husband with someone younger than her. Now I am running out of excuses to avoid going home since the course has ended. Tomorrow I will be returning home.

After several rings to the door emerged a woman in her mid-40’s. She had a gracious look on her face, filled upon seeing me – this is my mother.

“My boy! And at last, you’re home,” said mom, with a tight embrace for the son she hasn’t seen in almost 2 years. “You look so weak. Don’t you eat anything there?”

“Just exhausted from the journey, mom,” said I, still standing t the door, gazing inside the house, “Are you going to invite me in? Or am I going to have to stand here in this cold?”

“Oh! Come on in sweetie.” said mom. The house looks different now. The whole house has been painted. A lot of other things look different, for my childhood stuff that used to be in the showcase isn’t there anymore. Now it’s filled with photos of him and his new wife.

She, sure as hell, looks hot, with those heavy breasts and that slim figure. I wonder if she goes to the gym. And there I am, in the family photo, when I was 15 years old. We were in Shimla for a summer vacation. Those were some good times. I wonder what went wrong.

In the cold of January, I seated myself on the sofa. Mom brought me hot tea. The house was comparatively warmer than outside, but I still felt the need to wear some more warm clothes.

“Mom, where is dad?” I asked. I wanted to know where he was. He and his new wife were nowhere to be seen in the house.

“Your father is at his in-law’s house. He will be returning by night,” said mom. The topic of dad brought tears into her eyes. I feel stupid for bringing that up. To distract her from this sad thought, I started narrating all the stories of my college life. My stories bring up a little smile on her face.

I feel like dad has been very negligent of mom’s needs now.

“So what are your future plans? You’re going to handle business here with your dad, right?” asked mom.

“No, mom, I don’t think I can handle dad’s business. I got a campus placement to a good company to work in London. I will be leaving after 5-6 months once all the formalities are done,” said I, only to realize that I shouldn’t have brought up this news so quickly.

This just ruined her happiness of seeing me after a long time. “Mom, don’t be like that! How will I be happy at work if I know that it makes you sad.”

Mom said, “I am happy for you getting a good job. It just makes me feel sad that I am seeing you after such a long time. I won’t be able to see you after 5 months. I’ll be all alone in this house,” said mom.

“Since your father married this woman, he never pays any attention to me. He rarely cares about things at home. When he does think about home, it’s always about her. I feel so unwanted. I was hopeful of your arrival that now I will have someone. But you’ll be leaving soon too as everyone does,” said mom.

“Mom, you are overthinking. I promise I will make it up to you for not visiting you guys for all this time. Maybe by god’s grace, he’ll get back to his senses and treat you the way you should be treated,” said I, hoping that everything will get back to the way it used to be.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I am exhausted and would like to sleep. I am going to my room.”

“Your dad and his new wife live in that room. I’ll clean the guest room. By that time, you can go sleep in my room,” said mom. We had three rooms in a single line – my room, adjacent to it the guest room, and then the master bedroom. I suppose dad didn’t want mom to hear him making love to his new wife.

I crashed on my mother’s bed and looked around the room. It was the biggest bedroom in the house. Under the warmth of the blanket, I dozed off. Hours later, I woke up with the sound of the TV from the living room. I saw mom lay comfortably on the couch, watching her daily shows.

“So, what are you going to do for the rest of the evening?” asked mom.

“Well, I’ve come here to spend as much as possible time with you, if you have anything we could do, all good. If not, I am good at watching TV with you.”

I sit beside her and lay to rest my head on her lap, she runs her hand through my hair. After an hour of that show, I am really bored out of my mind. Also, I haven’t got used to the cold climate yet.

Suddenly I remembered the bottle of rum in my bag. I had bought it to drink with my friends on the way home. It was still half full.

“I can make tea or coffee,” mom asked, browsing through channels to see if she could find something that would interest me too. “Hey, do you like this movie? I’ve always heard people telling me how great this movie is. Will you like to watch it?”

“Leave the tea and coffee. I don’t want you to bother for that now. I want to spend all the time possible with you. Yeah, let’s watch this movie. I’ve never seen it. As for the cold, I believe you wouldn’t mind if I hug you tightly, cause you’re hot” said I, wrapping my arms around her waist

The pun of words made her smile. But I was a little concerned about the movie. It was ‘Titanic,’ and it had some nude scenes in it. Well, that sure would make things awkward. But since she was so excited about it, I didn’t say anything so as not to ruin her excitement.

Her eyes light up, watching the romance of Jack and Rose. The lovemaking scene and the sketch scene did make things a little weird between us. She didn’t expect the ending to end up so tragic. Let her mood down a little.

“Aw! It looked so perfect. What a happy ending it would have been if they both could live the rest of the lives with each other, singing and dancing and drinking their worries away,” said mom with a disappointment on her face.

“How nice it would be if I could do all these things with your dad, dance, and sing. Your dad never liked to do those things.”

“Hey, there is no reason why we can’t dance. Would you like to dance with me?” I asked. To my unexpected question, she was a little surprised. Her face lit up. “Sure, I wouldn’t want my boy to miss a chance to have a dance with his mother,” she said laughingly.

“And to brighten up the mood some more, would you like to have a drink? I’ve got some rum,” said I. “What! You have alcohol? Have you become a drunkard in your time in college?” said mom. I didn’t expect her to react this way.

“Mom, relax, don’t spoil the mood. No, I don’t drink as you think. It was this one time only since we were leaving college. Now, do you want to have some or not?” I asked

“Ok, but if I get drunk, who will make the food?” she asked.

“First of all, we won’t be drinking that much. About dinner, I am ordering food from outside, so we’re all good now?” I asked

“Ok, if you say so,” she said.

I ordered food for us. I took the bottle of rum from my bag and the glasses from the kitchen. For a first time drinker, she drank a little too much. We put on some Latina music. I held her by the waist and started dancing to the grooves. Her legs staggered, losing control. So I kept on holding her tightly in my arms.

“Hey, what is the name of the kiss where people kiss lips on lips? Like they were doing in that movie?” asked mom. The alcohol seemed to have an effect on her as she was asking bold questions. Sober, she was very shy about these things and never talks about them.

Well, anyway, I decided to talk a little naughty too. “It’s called a french kiss, mom. I am sure you and dad must have done a lot of french kissing,” said I teasingly. She hit me on the arm and said giggling, “Is that how you talk to your mother? Besides, your father has never kissed me like that,” said mom.

I was a little surprised that she was not holding back anything and having this very open conversation.

“Aw, mom! Just say the word, and I’ll kiss you like that every day till I go to London,” said I, teasing her. The movements of our dance becoming slower as it was getting hard for me to keep her holding. To my words, she just giggled like a 16-year-old.

Dancing and dancing, her legs intertwined with mine, and we fell on the sofa with her on top of me. She still kept on giggling. It was nice to see her happy like that.

“Are you ok, mom?” I asked. Looking into my eyes, she said, “Never been better.” With an unexpected turn of events, she advanced to kiss me. Her eyes closed, and her hands running over my hair. Her lips met mine, her breasts buried on my chest from her weight.

I was still surprised. To my lack of response, she withdrew her lips and looked into my eyes. I felt a strong urge to kiss her. I held her head by my hand and pulled her lips on mine. My other hand roaming over her back, moving towards her hips. Like lovers, we kissed, our tongues in each other’s mouth.

I squeezed her butt with my hand, the sudden rush of blood into my penis had made it very hard, rubbing on her stomach. And the doorbell rang. Mom suddenly gained sense and suddenly withdrew, ashamed of what she had done.

She broke eye contact with me and rushed to the door. I felt a little bad for being disturbed. I’ve never imagined my mom like that. But from what just happened, I can’t stop thinking about what we could have done if we were not disturbed. I wanted more to happen.

It was the boy from food delivery. I closed the door after paying. Mom seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. She started rushing to the dining hall and started setting up the dinner. I guess she really regrets the experience. I really hope that she doesn’t stop talking to me over this.

As we had dinner, we didn’t meet eyes, and just ate in silence. The time during dinner seemed as if time had frozen. Finally, I finished dinner and thought it best if I just went to sleep. I took out a blanket and a pillow from the room to sleep on the sofa for tonight since the guest room will be clean by tomorrow.

“You’re not planning to sleep here, are you?” asked mom. “It’s ok, mom since it’s only for one day,” said I. But mom was opposed to me sleeping on the couch.

“The sofa is not big enough for you to sleep, and it’s cold out here. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping in my room with me, then I’ll sleep on the couch, you go sleep in the room,” said mom.

“No, I don’t feel uncomfortable. I’ll sleep in bed with you. Mom, by what time will dad be coming home, or is he even going to come today?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s just lock the door and head to sleep. Your father has a key with him, so they’ll get in,” said mom. “You go and sleep, I’ll come after washing the dishes.”

I went to my parent’s room and lay inside the warm blanket on the bed. The events of the earlier evening still running on my mind. Never in my life, I thought something like this would happen between us. But now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I wanted more of it. But I don’t want to hurt her feelings. A little later, she came into the room. I suddenly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. She lay beside me. There was this distance between the both of us. I wanted so badly to hug her. She was feeling restless; I could tell be her movements on the bed.

After some time, she patted on my shoulder and asked, “Shahid, are you awake?” I opened my eyes and acted as if I was sleeping, “Yes, mom, what is it?” I asked

“I am sorry if I woke you up. But I wanted to talk about what happened in the evening,” said mom with a look of shame and regret on her face, “I don’t know what came over me, please forgive me.”

“Mom! What’s there to apologize about? I understand you are a little sad these days. If it’s about the kiss, I liked it. After all, it was just a mother kissing her child,” said I. Mom didn’t argue to my logic.

“Thank you for understanding, baby,” she said with a look of relief on her face. I heard the sound of the door being opened, “That must be your dad and his wife,” said mom. We just lay on the bed and listened to them.

“C’mon baby, let’s do it right here. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” said dad.

“Dear, please have patience, you are very naughty. At least let’s get to the bedroom. What if Wahida bhabhi came out and saw us like this?” she said

“Oh c’mon, she must be asleep by now. Just let me do a little, I want to fuck you right here, let me pinch those nipples,” said dad

“Please be gentle, I am sensitive,” she kept on moaning. “Please let’s just do it in the bedroom, I don’t feel comfortable doing it here,” she said.

Their sounds started to fade as they headed for their bedroom. Mom’s sobbing suddenly grabbed my attention. “Mom, I am so sorry you had to hear that,” said I, hugging her tightly from behind, trying to comfort her.

“It’s always been like this since he married her. He doesn’t care for me anymore,” she said sobbing. “I feel so unwanted in this house.”

“Mom, even if dad stopped caring for you, I never will. I will always love you,” I said, grabbing her by the waist and my legs wrapping around her thighs. “You’re all I have left, sweetie,” said mom.

Out of concern for her and my limbic lust, this moment started to arouse me. I felt this was the appropriate time to make a move. To make her happy and fill the void that has been created in her life.

“Mom, if dad won’t satisfy your needs, I will,” I said, tightening my grasp on her body and started kissing her neck.

“What are you doing! Are you out of your mind?” she said, her face turned towards me.

“Mom, please don’t fight it, I love you and cannot bear to see you in pain like this. It is unfair that dad just cares for that new woman and is ignoring you. I don’t ever want you to feel unwanted,” said I. my words brought tears down her cheeks, I wiped her tears off.

I squeezed her breasts and kept on rubbing my cock over her butt, kissing her neck. “Please don’t do this, Shahid. It will ruin our relationship. You’re all I have left,” she said, trying to stop me by holding my hand from squeezing her breasts.

I turned her face towards mine and said, “Mom, nothing can ruin our relationship. I want you to feel the pleasure that dad never provided you, trust me, mom, I will always be there with you,” I forced a kiss on her lips.

She kept on resisting me, trying to push me away. But as my lips started to bite hers and my tongue playing with her mouth, the resistance started to ease.

“Stop it, please!” she requested, trying to suppress her moans. My hands ran down over her maxi and lifted it to the level of her panty. Putting my weight on top of her, I carried on with the kiss as I rubbed over her pussy. She crossed her legs tight, trying to deny my hands the access to her pussy.

But I was resilient and forced my way to rub her again. She had started to get wet, it was evident from how wet her panty was. Now there was no denying that she wasn’t aroused too. But she was too conscious about it to give in to the pleasure.

Pulling down her maxi, I freed those voluptuous breasts, over her loose dress. It never appeared that she had such amazing breasts. Her breasts hanging free, I grabbed one of them and started sucking the other. All she did was lay there and suppress her moans as she came to realize there was no stopping me.

I gently bit on her lips and squeezed her breasts. “Aah…” escaped her mouth as she kept on moving uncomfortably on the bed. I lowered myself down till her belly, pulling her maxi even lower. I tried removing it completely. But she seemed reluctant to remove her maxi.

She wouldn’t lift her hips for me to remove the dress. So I slid my hands behind her back and squeezed her ass, running my finger over the crack of her butt. I pushed my finger inside her butt crack. She suddenly lifted her hips as an impulse, and I removed her maxi completely.

There she lay naked with just her panty on, trying to cover her breasts by her hands. I moved towards her legs to go for what was between those two legs. She has never been kissed there before. I lifted her legs with great effort. I leaned between her legs, which she kept shut.

Over her raised legs, I put my tongue on her pussy, tasting her wetness over her panty. I pulled her panty down, revealing her trimmed pussy. I looked at that beautiful view. I came to this world through this very hole. I run my tongue over her pussy, licking from her vagina to her clit.

I pull her legs apart, and in the process, I get my head stuck between her legs. I start licking her legs, which are holding my head. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The wetness between her legs was flowing. I started drinking every drop of it. Light suppressed moans of hers filled the room.

I pushed my fingers inside her vagina and thrust it inside her deep enough. The rhythmic movements of my fingers starting from slow to fast was matched with the movement of her hips and responding to the finger fucking. I got up and looked mom in the eye. Her face flushed red, out of breath.

I went for another kiss, and this time she responded. Her lips kissing mine back. I rubbed on her clit while our tongues played with each other in the mouth. Breaking the moment, I hurried on removing my pants. With my underwear gone, now I was completely naked too.

My cock looked hungry for a pussy. I leaped to her waist and spread her legs. She said, “Shahid, just please don’t do that! There will be no return from this if you do this sin.”

“I don’t want a return from this mom. These are the moments I’ll remember the most in my life. If dad doesn’t take care of your needs, I will. I will fuck you day and night, mom,” said I with a hungry look on my eyes, all ready to fuck her. “Now, stop resisting me.”

I opened her legs apart and brought my cock near her pussy. She kept on pushing me away, I kept on rubbing the tip of my cock on her wet pussy. And then, with one hard thrust, my cock was deep inside her pussy, she screamed out.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept her mouth shut, trying very hard to keep her moans suppressed. I fondled her hair and kissed her cheeks. I whispered in her ear, “I love you so much, mom. But I won’t be happy doing it if you cry. I want you to let me love you. Please don’t fight it, enjoy it with me.”

With each slow and deep thrust, her body would shakeup. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards her. Our lips met, the tangling of tongues the biting of lips. Her hands traveled down to my butt and pushed my hips to thrust her harder.

I increased the movement of my hips, thrusting my cock deep inside her pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of my pelvis, hitting her and her moaning. I pulled my cock out. She looked puzzled at the sudden withdrawal. She asked, “What happened?” I turned her around, making her lay on her belly.

I said, “I want you to call my name, mom. I want you to tell me how much you want my cock.”

She said, “Oh c’mon, baby. Stop teasing and give momma your cock.”

I sat on top of her hips and said, “Not until you call my name and tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

She moaned out in a sexy way, “Oh Shahid! Fuck me, fuck me harder, make mommy cum. Don’t deny mommy your cock now. It’s been so long since I had a nice fucking, just fuck me.”

Guiding my dick to her vagina, I gave a deep push and said, “As you wish, mom.” I went full speed, fucking her from her behind, with one sliding down towards her clit, rubbing it. The other hand went for her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

She kept on moaning, and her moans made me hornier. I fucked her like a bull. After some moments, she cried out, “Oh, my god! I am about to cum!” With that, her body went through a series of tremors and the release of her vaginal fluids. Exhausted, she collapsed on the bed.

“How is that you can go so long, sweetie? You will kill mommy from pleasure,” she said. And the inevitable had come, I felt my dick throbbing all ready to cum and with the last few hard deep thrusts I emptied my balls inside her. My cum had filled her pussy, I still didn’t pull out, and collapsed on top of her.

“I love you, mom,” said I, now resting on top of her breathing heavily. She said, “I love you too, beta.” I slipped to her side, lifting my weight from her, with my cock still inside her pussy. She put her legs on top of mine and rested her head on my chest.

And in her embrace, though of forbidden desires, I slept peacefully.