Mrs. Patel

Mrs. Patel was frustrated. Her husband had been working late every night, leaving her alone in bed without any sexual satisfaction. She missed the intimacy they once shared.

One day, she noticed something different about her teenage son. He had grown taller. His muscles were toned, and he carried himself with confidence. Mrs. Patel couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him anymore. As she watched him walk away, she fantasized about having sex with her son.

“Mom”, her son called as he walked into their bedroom one evening. “Can we talk?”

She looked at him, trying not to betray her desire, and said, “Sure, what do you want to talk about?”

He sat down on the edge of their bed, looking nervous. “Mom, I think I need to move out.”

Her heart sank. “What? Why??”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I just can’t live here anymore. You and dad don’t seem happy together, and I feel like I am intruding on your problems.”

Mrs. Patel wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. They hadn’t been themselves lately, and it was affecting everyone in the house. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “Okay, if that’s what you really want.”

He stood up, smiled at her, and said, “Thanks mom, I’ll start looking for my own place tomorrow.”

As he left the room, Mrs. Patel couldn’t stop thinking about how much her son had grown. He was no longer the little boy who used to follow her around the house. He was now a man, and she found herself attracted to him in ways she never thought possible.

That night, as she lay in bed alone, she started to fantasize about her son. She imagined his strong arms wrapping around her body, and his soft lips kissing hers. Before she knew it, she was masturbating, dreaming of the forbidden love between mother and son.

The next day, when her husband came home from work, she confronted him about everything – about the lack of intimacy in their marriage, the distance they had created between each other and her desires for their son.

Her husband listened, and was shocked by what he was hearing. But instead of getting angry or upset, he seemed relieved. He told her that he had been feeling the same way, that they both needed something more than just a loveless marriage. They should explore their options, including exploring their taboo desires.

From then on, things changed between them. They began to open up, to communicate, and most importantly, to have sex again. It wasn’t always easy, but they tried to find a balance that worked for both of them. And as they did, they found themselves growing closer than ever before.

In the end, Mrs. Patel realized that sometimes, the answers are right in front of us, we just have to be willing to see them.

Mrs. Patel walked into her son’s room, her hips swaying seductively as she approached him. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn’t hesitate to welcome her advances.

“Mrs. Patel,” he stammered, “What are you doing here?”

She leaned in close to him, her breasts pressing against his chest. “I came to see you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.

He could smell her perfume, sweet and intoxicating. “Why?”, he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She grabbed hold of her son’s shirt, pulled him towards her, and said, “Because..I want you”. She said her words hot against his skin.

He gulped, unable to look away from his mom. “But, mom, this isn’t right,” he stuttered.

She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. “It doesn’t have to be right,” she said, her voice firm. “It just has to feel good.”

And with that, she pressed her lips against his, her tongue sliding along his teeth. He groaned, his hands reaching for her waist. She pulled away, grinning at him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

She nodded her head, her eyes burning with passion. “Yes”, she said, “I want you. I need you.”

Without another word, she pushed him back onto the bed, her hand diving beneath his shorts. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as she touched him. She laughed softly, her fingers curling around his length.

“Oh god”, he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, her tongue flicking across the tip. He cried out, his whole body trembling as pleasure coursed through him. For hours, they explored each other’s bodies, discovering new sensations, and new desires. They talked and laughed, moaned and cried, lost in a world of passion and intensity until they finally fell apart. Exhausted and satiated, they collapsed into each other’s arms, already missing the warmth of their joint flesh.

***

One evening, when Mr. Patel was still at work, Mrs. Patel decided to take matters into her own hands. She went upstairs and found her son watching TV in his room. Without saying a word, she straddled him on the couch and began kissing him passionately. He responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

They soon moved to the bedroom where they explored each other’s bodies. Mrs. Patel discovered that her son’s penis was larger than her husband’s, which only fueled her desire further.

“Mom”, he whispered, his voice shaking with excitement, “This feels so wrong.”

She smiled, her eyes burning with lust. “Doesn’t it feel good though?”

He nodded his head, his face flushed with heat. “Yeah, but shouldn’t we stop?”

She shook her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “No, we shouldn’t”, she said, her voice firm. “This is what we both want, what we both need.”

And with that, she lowered herself onto her son’s erection, moaning as it filled her. He gasped, his hands grasping her hips as he began to move inside her. She arched her back, her nails digging into his skin.

“Faster”, she panted, “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged, his pace quickening until they were moving together at a breakneck speed. She cried out, her orgasm building rapidly until it finally burst forth, consuming her entire being.

Afterward, they lay together in silence, their hearts racing and their bodies covered in sweat. Mrs. Patel couldn’t believe what had just happened, nor could she imagine ever wanting it to end.

At that moment, she knew that her life would never be the same again. And she couldn’t wait to see where this newfound connection would take them next.