Forbidden Love: My Mother’s Anniversary

This is my real story that happened 2 years back. On the day of my mother’s wedding anniversary, my father was away on a work assignment. My father keeps a note for his family if any of us is not present at home.

I saw this as the perfect chance to express my romantic feelings. From my teenage years, I had been deeply enamored with my mother, Malini. She exuded beauty with her luscious, dark locks and captivating gaze. Her figure could be likened to that of actress Sobhita Dhulipala, the popular Bollywood actress, with measurements approx. 33-25-33. Despite her slightly droopy breasts, my mom maintained attractive curves even at the age of 43.

She would often share with us that she used to practice yoga regularly before her marriage and even she used to take classes for other women near her home in Pune. However, after getting married, her husband, my father, did not allow her to continue with her as a yoga instructor.

As time passed, my adoration for her only grew stronger. Despite knowing it was taboo, I couldn’t suppress my emotions. I had always had a strong connection with my mother, unlike my relationship with my father.

Our bond was unique, and she showered me with love as if I were her entire universe. But secretly, I yearned for more than just a mother-son bond. I longed to be her romantic partner. The idea both thrilled and terrified me.

Our connection goes beyond just physical attraction, as we share a deep romantic bond as well. Even when my father is not present, we still go out on dates like two smitten individuals, dining at fancy restaurants and catching movies.

Each time, she adorns herself in exquisite attire and I am captivated by her beauty. We even celebrate Valentine’s Day with heartfelt gifts to express our love for one another. In private, we engage in passionate kisses and intimate moments, just like any devoted couple would. And of course, we culminate our love with a blissful union of our bodies and souls on the soft sheets of our bed, becoming one with each other.

When my father is away, we have ample opportunities to be together romantically. Amid her culinary preparations, we often engage in intimate acts in the kitchen. Later on, as my father enjoys his meal, I can’t help but wonder if he is oblivious to the fact that it was prepared while my manhood was deeply entwined with his wife’s most intimate area.

When my father is sound asleep, my mother will occasionally sneak into my room for a brief encounter on my bed, illuminated solely by the gentle glow of the moonlight. Our love is filled with passion, as we enhance the excitement by sharing showers almost every day. When my father is out of the house, my partner strolls around in just her lingerie or even completely nude.

It’s been an intriguing journey, watching my mother’s sexuality evolve in the past year. She has confessed that she finds great joy in the intimate experiences I provide her, something my father was unable to do. Whereas he may have made it monotonous, I am dedicated to ensuring that every moment of our lovemaking brings her immense satisfaction. To be completely truthful, there are times when I am not fond of the fact that my mother must also share her physical intimacy with my father.

It felt like a tiny thorn pricking my thoughts whenever my mother would approach me after being intimate with my father, leaving me feeling a bit dejected. Yet, today, I made the bold choice to explore how far I could take our relationship.

As the night grew closer, I ensured that every detail was flawless. I purchased a bouquet of her beloved blossoms, organized a cozy candlelit supper, and even curated a playlist brimming with tender melodies.

Unaware that dad had left for his business, my mom believed he was the mastermind behind the romantic decorations and assumed I was away.

As I waited for her to enter her bedroom, I stashed a light blue dress that accentuated her every curve in the perfect spots. I couldn’t imagine admiring how stunning she was. Accompanying the dress was a little love note, promising a night full of romance. However, she still believed it was all orchestrated by my father.

She gracefully entered the bathroom, engulfed by warm steam as the shower cascaded over her skin. After drying off, she closed the door to her room and slipped into the beautiful saree I had bought for her.

As she went about her preparations, I took care to close all the doors and windows, creating a private cocoon for our time together. Sensing the mood, I changed into a more alluring outfit and turned off the main switch, leaving only the soft flicker of a single candle to illuminate the room.

As I finally entered the space, my heart raced with the intensity of a thousand stampeding horses, overwhelmed by the romance of the moment. As my mom entered the main hall, she was taken aback by the ambiance – the flickering candles forming a romantic glow.

The sight of her with the soft light casting a beautiful radiance on her face left me in a state of amazement and desire. In a romantic gesture, I placed a cake in the center of the room and stepped forward. Wanting to add to the surprise, I covered my face with my face cover that would cover my whole face till my neck which is transparent. In the dimly lit room, she struggled to see who was before her.

As I approached her, I slipped a note into her hands, reminding her of our promise to let loose and have a passionate night together. Our son was conveniently sent to a friend’s house, allowing us to indulge in some intimate and amorous moments.

Gently, tears began to spill from her eyes as I lovingly guided her hand to cut the cake. With a smile, I watched as she brought the first bite to her mouth. Softly, I slipped her another note, whispering, “My dear, I know you’ve been yearning for this moment, but our time is limited.”

With a gentle touch, I led her to the bedroom and blissfully blindfolded her, building up anticipation. I undressed myself with anticipation, revealing my bare form as I switched on the lights and delicately removed her blindfold. As she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, I stood before her naked on the night of our anniversary, leaving her speechless for a moment.

After a moment, she took in my appearance and fixated on my manhood, remaining silent. With careful intention, I guided her hand towards me, keeping it against my throbbing member, and tenderly caressed.

It was unclear what spurred her actions, but out of nowhere, my mother embraced my cock and began to manually pleasure me. With each smooth movement, she carefully caressed my hardened arousal, now slick with pre-ejaculate.

With a romantic gaze in my eyes, I approached her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. My eyes fixated on the rose-hued sweetness of her lips. My own lips trembled with anticipation as I pressed them timidly against hers, but she welcomed my kiss eagerly with her warm and pliant mouth.

Lost in the taste of her, I captured her lips more fervently, my hand exploring her curves and caressing her bosom while I used my other hand to deftly remove the pallu of her saree. With a steady hand, I unhooked the clasps of my mom’s blouse from behind. My lips parted from hers, only to be met with the sight of her chest, straining against the confines of her bra. With a quick yet gentle movement, I released the clasp and her ample curves spilled out, leaving me mesmerized. My mouth watered in anticipation.

I gently caressed her breasts with my tongue and applied pressure with my hands, eliciting pleasurable moans from her. It seemed like she had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

As I removed her petticoat, I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties that night. My heart raced with excitement as I stripped her down, revealing her naked form to me. I couldn’t believe my luck as I prepared to make love to her slowly and sensually. Parting her soft, tanned thighs, I was met with a heavenly sight.

Without hesitation, I eagerly licked and sucked with fervent determination. Her moans grew increasingly passionate and loud, driving me wild. I gently brushed my sizable member against her eager entrance. My mother pleaded, ‘Oh no, don’t tempt me like this. Please, make love to me. My darling, please fulfill my desire.’

Upon hearing her, a passionate fire ignited within me. I slowly pushed my hardened cock inside her and gave her an initial thrust. Her loud moans only fueled my desire. With a steady rhythm, I continued to move inside her, giving her a second thrust. It was easier than the first time.

As I adjusted my pace, I began to passionately make love to her. It was my first time, but I felt like a master, varying my speed to give her the ultimate pleasure. I knew I had mastered this skill when my partner showered me with praise and my mother confirmed that it was her first time experiencing such pleasure.

I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as if time had suspended in its tracks. Her soft, supple breasts swayed before me, gently grazing my face. The heat of our bodies mingling created such a comforting sensation.

The sound of her moans was like a sweet symphony to my ears. I was lost in a daze for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t until I reached climax and released myself into her eagerly awaiting core that I snapped back to reality.

The risk of pregnancy didn’t even cross my mind. All I wanted was to intimately connect with her, despite it being the most taboo act in the world. We took a romantic break and my arousal returned. We made love once more.

The entire night felt like a fanciful dream, but in reality, it was happening. After releasing my seed once more, I saw the time it was 4:45 in the early morning we parted ways. She snuggled against me, and I planted a kiss on her as I gently caressed her breasts with one hand, slowly drifting off to sleep.

The following morning, at 9, I awoke to find that we had spent the entire night cuddled up together, both of us completely naked. It was the first time I had ever slept in such an intimate way with my mother.

In the peaceful moment, I began to caress my mom’s breasts and simultaneously touch her between her legs. She let out soft moans as I increased my pace and suddenly she released a flood of pleasure within just a few minutes. After her climax, she woke up.

As she opened her eyes, I inquired, “Mom, why did you not resist when you discovered that the figure bearing it all before you was not your spouse, but your son?”

There was a pause, and then she replied, “I had a feeling your father would do something like this This is not the first time – every time I suggested celebrating and unwinding at night, he would suddenly remember his business trips.”

I inquired, “What is the reason behind his actions?” She responded, “He has lost interest in me and is solely focused on money, so I gave up on our relationship last night.”

I felt a mixture of sadness and joy, realizing that I could now have my way with my mother whenever desired.

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In the forthcoming tales, I will recount the moments where my mother and I transformed ordinary nights into enchanting and passionate experiences. I will also share our daring and adventurous escapades indulging in sensuous endeavors.

I am eager for you all to enjoy my story. If you do, please respond and don’t hesitate to reach out to me at [email protected]