Prologue – The Oedipus Complex

For those readers who are puzzled by the title, here is an explanation.

(Oedipus Complex is the desire for sexual involvement with the parent of the opposite sex. The term was originally applied to boys and the equivalent in girls being called the Electra complex – Editor.)

I ran my fingers through her hair as I kissed her. Our tongues were fighting a war between our mouths. We exchanged saliva as we kissed. You could say I was tongue-fucking her mouth and by her expressions, I could easily tell she was enjoying it very much.

While my right hand grabbed her head so that I can control her head accordingly, my left hand violently rubbed her overflowing pussy. She was soaked, completely drenched in our sweat and her juices. I had already made her cum once just by kissing her, fondling her boobs, and rubbing her pussy.

I was growing impatient by the second. I broke our kiss and started going downwards. I licked her like a hungry dog on her lips, her chin, her neck, her earlobes. I made sure to cover every inch of her face.

Then I went a little bit further down and reached her massive chest. A pair of saggy (but still meaty) boobs hung there right in front of me as I marveled at their beauty. In between was her mangalsutra that shone in the dim light. I took it and told her to hold it in her mouth for the rest of the session. She bit the mangalsutra and held it between her teeth.

I withdrew my left hand from her pussy. Looking directly into her eyes, I sucked on my fingers that were exploring the depths of her nether region mere seconds ago. She smiled wickedly.

I didn’t waste another second and jumped on her boobs. I groped her tits and clawed on them like a beast. I mauled them, played with them, rubbed them against each other.

Then I went for the nipples. Those brown points stood erect as if saluting me! I licked them and then started sucking on them. With my free hand, I pinched her left nipple. She let out a gasp.

Her moans became more violent. She was breathing heavily and consequently, her chest moved up and down too much. I grabbed both of her hands, pinned her down, and again continued my act.

I decided to give her some kind of punishment for being so impatient. I sucked on them really hard, then suddenly I started biting them. This time, her moans were that of both pleasure and pain. I could see that she was enjoying every bit of it. After playing with her tits for a while, I moved further below.

Here I started my favorite part of any sex session – cunnilingus. I couldn’t wait any longer and immediately dove into the depths of her matured pussy. Her sexy aroma enticed me and made me want to go deeper and deeper.

I started at the bottom and then ran my tongue in circles at her entrance. I inserted two of my fingers and started rubbing the upper walls of her insides. Then I moved up to her clit which made her shudder in pure ecstasy.

I did a wonderful job at moving my tongue at machine-gun speed on her clit to give her immeasurable pleasure – something that her husband couldn’t do even if he tried. I made sure she was becoming more and more addicted to me.

After a while, I entered my tongue in her hole and started tongue fucking her. I could feel her shudder each time she came into my mouth. I ate her for several minutes. I ate her till my heart and my mouth were satisfied. Her pussy tasted a bit sour and her juices were thick initially.

After making her cum thrice till now, I stood up. I positioned myself between her legs so that my cock was right at her entrance.

Locking my eyes with hers, I hungrily devoured her sexy, naked body in all her glory. Then, as if understanding me, she nodded for me to go ahead and claim her body for my own. A wicked smile spread across my face and I pushed my erect pole deep inside her soaking wet pussy.

The mangalsutra dropped from her mouth as she let out a huge gasp. She exclaimed in pure excitement, “Oh my God! This is so much bigger than what I’m used to… Aaahhh ooohhh…. Please fuck me! Fuc me b-… Haa haaa,” I didn’t let her finish. Since she was already so well lubricated, I didn’t wait for another second to fuck her hard.

From the beginning, I started pounding her pussy like a carpenter hits a nail on a wooden plank. The thrust was hard and deep rather than fast. I intended to go the furthest in her pussy to explore the untouched portions of her love hole. Like a total slut, she moaned and gasped at each of my hard thrusts.

After a few thrusts, I started hitting a wall – her womb. Once again, she tried to speak while being fucked like a rag doll.

“Aah aahh Y-you’re so dee- uuuh God!! Fuck me deeper! UUUHHHH..Fuck my pussy so hard. I won’t be able to walk for days. Aaah… shit, your cock is touching my womb.”

“Why does it feel so damn good… Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!! KEEP FUCKING YOUR MOTHER LIKE A COMPLETE WHORE SHE IS!!.”

Her words excited me to such an extent that I lost all my senses. I fucked hard with deep thrusts, fuck lovemaking, fuck everything! I stopped suddenly, took a deep breath, and then rammed my hot meat rod as hard as I came inside my mother.

Her whole body shifted upward about half a foot on the bed. With that, I started fucking my mother like a mad dog. With the speed of a machine gun, I went in and out of her pussy.

My mother, Shalini, was completely being overwhelmed. She started moaning and yelling out to me. I didn’t stop for several minutes and when I did, I grabbed the back of her neck. I lifted her head up so that our eyes would meet and fucked her pussy like a porn star.

She took one of her boobs and started sucking on her own tit right in front of my face. The whole scene was so sexy – fucking my mother while she was sucking on her tits, her pussy overflowing with our juices mixed together, and her mangalsutra jiggling in rhythm. I absolutely lost it!

With a final deep thrust, I moaned, “Aaah mom! I’m cumming… I’m cumming inside you Shalini!” I touched her womb with my cock and ejaculated my sperm in the deepest part of her cunt that anyone has ever reached.

As soon as I started ejaculating waves of cum inside her, my eyes automatically opened. The time was 6 am. It was still kind of dark outside. I could feel my undies sticking to my thighs. I had a wet dream and like all wet dreams, it was unbelievably surreal.

I got up, rubbed my face, and let out a deep sigh. Washing undies in winters was a pain. Somehow, I dragged myself out of my bed and headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned.

After about 15 minutes, I started going back to my bed. I live in a 3 BHK apartment with my father, mother, and two sisters. I checked on my parent’s room. They were sleeping soundly, hugging each other. I silently said to myself, “Ah shit. Wish I was there in place of my old man.”

Yes, I have wet dreams about my mother. Yes, I am a horny pervert who fantasizes about his own family members. Yes, I don’t regret it (not anymore). Having said that, I wasn’t stupid. There’s no way I could’ve forced anyone for anything, let alone my own family. I wasn’t good at scheming either.

I completed my 12th an year ago and I am currently pursuing my 2nd year of BSc with Hons. while preparing for the civil services. I am not too smart, but I have confidence that I can crack it. My father runs a huge shop (the biggest confectionery in our city) and usually works 9-5, so he’s mostly at home.

My elder sister, now 26 became a professional doctor last year (she was rather smart always) and my younger sister, currently 19, is going to enter college this year.

Our family is open-minded and we don’t really hide much from each other – all but our personal lives of course. I am lazy and a jackass. I have this unusual talent of being good at anything without trying too hard – the reason I’m so good at studies even though I rarely study.

We, siblings, knew that our parents have sex regularly. In fact, we have often heard moans coming from their bedroom once in a while, when they were careless.

My sisters sleep in a separate room. I have had fantasies of my mom since my early teens. In fact, I developed sexual feelings for her early in my childhood, which never disappeared. I had a natural hatred (not that strong) for my father.

I once looked upon the internet for this and found out it was known as the Oedipus complex. At first, I did everything I could to stop myself. But one night, I was so horny that in a “semi-conscious” state, I started jerking off to my own mother while silently calling out her name.

When I woke up, I realized something – that as I lose consciousness, my body started working on its own. So, there was a fear that I may, in the future out of pure lust and desire, end up doing something terrible to my mother or my elder sister!

Things didn’t go well in my late teens. I started spying on her more often. I recorded her taking a bath, tried to see her getting changed, and went as far as listening to my parents have sex by putting my ear on the door. My elder sister caught me once trying to listen in on them, but she kept quiet about it while letting me off with a warning.

I had never jerked off on her underwear – I mean, when you think about it feels ridiculous.

I’ve had the hots for my mother and my elder sister, but I never had the courage or a valid reason to go any further. That is why the most I do was jerk off to them, have wet dreams, and sometimes try to have a sneak peek at their bodies. That way, that I can control the flow of my emotions and don’t end up hurting them.

I absolutely love my family – all except my father. My father and I had a thorny relationship since early childhood. His idea of applying reverse psychology to me for my growth backfired on him.

My father used to lightly insult me, demoralize me, compare me with my sister all in the hopes that I’d get fired up and try to become better (maybe). All it actually did was increase the gap between us. We don’t talk much, never even had a man to man conversation. But in the end, he IS my father and I can’t do anything but obey him.

I am an average Indian guy after all. I went to bed once again and slept like a log. When I woke up, it was 11 am. I went ahead and had breakfast.

Dad left for office a while ago, Di also left for her hospital. My mother was watching TV. She was in her usual kurti. Her boobs hung well on her. I really wanted to grab them but I controlled myself. When I couldn’t find my sister, I figured she’d be in her room doing her “thing”.

(Yeah, since I snooped around and checked out the ladies at my home so much, I knew my little sister was a huge pervert, just like myself.)

I went to her door and closely listened to what was happening inside. Sure enough, she was masturbating. I left her on her own and went to the living room.

Before I could sit down, my mother spoke to me, “Beta…your father called from his office. He forgot his phone at home. He wants you to take it to him.”

I sighed and said, “Yeah, I’ll leave right away.” Even though my parents were open-minded, my father always had this aura of secrecy around him. I had cracked the phones of both my sisters and my mother. I never read their chats, just searched for some pictures they may have secretly stored.

But, I was never able to crack my father’s phone even once. My mother trusted him completely, but my father would check her phone once in a while. He always had this doubting nature.

Anyway, I grabbed the keys to the bike and rode across the town to our shop. I handed over his phone to him and was about to head back when a customer started causing a ruckus. He was yelling and shouting and started beating our employees.

Dad had to take action, so he immediately went to the spot. In a hurry though, he accidentally forgot to take his phone with him and dropped it on his leather chair. As he went, I heard a beep on his phone. I realized that he was chatting with someone.

Out of curiosity, I took a peek, and what I saw completely shook me. There was a girl who messaged him, “Then, are you coming to see me tomorrow?”

I stood there for a second trying to process what I was seeing. Yes, my father and I had a terrible relationship, but I knew for a fact that he was loyal to our family and especially my mother… Right? Right???

I took his phone in hand and tried opening his WhatsApp. Before I could read anything, he came back for his phone. He must’ve realized that his phone was missing. I immediately locked it, dropped the phone on the chair and acted as if I didn’t notice the phone at all.

He came and looked at me questioningly. I took a glance at the phone and gave an, ‘Oh, was that there?’ expression. He seemed convinced enough and went ahead to settle the quarrel.

With a thumping heart, I went back home. When I reached home, I went straight to my room. On the way, I looked at my mother who smiled at me innocently. For once in a long time, I felt zero sexual attraction and pure motherly love for her. If what I saw today was indeed true, then whatever was happening, it was wrong.

By the time I reached my room, I had a devilish angry look on my face. I stood at the wardrobe and looked at myself in the mirror. I had the eyes of someone who wanted answers. Someone who wanted…REVENGE.

To be continued.