****** My Baby Boy by Rajam, an Indian mother ******
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My Baby Boy


I am a 39-year widow who lives with my 15-year-old son and 65-year-old mother
in Chennai, India. My loving husband died two years back in a car accident. My
son has a separate room, which he has been using since he was 5 year old.
Mother and me sleep in another bedroom. While I sleep on the king size bed my
mother sleeps on the floor mat.

Six months back my cousin and his wife visited us for two days and since the
guest room was under minor repair we asked the couple to take my son's bedroom
while I asked my son to sleep in my room. I never imagined at that time that my
son was grown up because to me he was always a sweet little innocent boy. He is
a cute and, to every one of us in the neighborhood, very innocent child. I
never had second thoughts about asking him to sleep in my bed.

When this incident took place it was peak summer in Chennai when it is
difficult to wear too many garments during the night, especially in a house
without any air-conditioning. We all sleep under ceiling fans. Because normally
only mother sleeps in my room, I always remove my under garments and sleep in
my sari only.

The day my visitors came we had lengthy a dinner, discussing all the old family
stories. By 11 pm we all went to bead. My son was in his shorts and T-shirt.
Before he came into the room, out of habit I had removed my blouse and bra and
had covered myself with my sari. When he came in I was already in the bed and
then I realized that he is here to sleep in my room. My initial thought was to
go to the bathroom and put my blouse back but then I decided it was harmless to
sleep with my own innocent baby son.

After the lights were turned off I was talking to him about cricket, the game
he loves so much, and then I drifted to sleep. During deep sleep I felt
something crawling on me. At first I thought was it is just my imagination but
when I completely recovered from sleep I realized it was my baby son's hand
softly touching my left breast. I was very confused in the beginning and could
not believe that he was of the age to think about sex.

Maybe he accidentally put his hand on me during his sleep, I thought. So I
decided to wait and see the truth. At that point in time I only had motherly
feelings and thoughts of discipline. I wanted to check to make sure that it was
not a harmless incident in his deep slumber.

So I kept my cool and pretended to be in a deep sleep. Slowly the hand moved
closer, inching toward my nipple. My mind was racing ... even this could be due
to a natural instinct in his sleep and possibly he even remained asleep.

By now his fingers were on my nipple and very softly rolling it in his fingers.
I also could hear his heavy breathing next to me and I opened my eyes a little
to see what else he was doing. His hand was inside his shorts and it was moving
and now all my doubts were far removed.

The darkness of the night can be a terrible aphrodisiac, especially when you
are half asleep and half awake. Even the saints may not be able to bear these
temptations. It was happening to me, a widow, who for two years had gone
without any sexual encounters.

While I was contemplating getting up to tell him to behave himself I became
conscious of the fact that my nipples had started getting erect and hard. It is
somewhat difficult to explain but I could not peel myself away because it was a
new experience and I never thought a son could do this to his own mother. I
decided to find how far he would go and how much he knew about sex at this
tender age.

The fondling continued and his hands were trembling with fear. He was very soft
in his touch. His fingers were sweating. He continued this for a while and then
suddenly I felt something wet at my nipple. Oh god it was his tongue! After a
few licks he pulled back and turned his body on his other side. I was relieved
but at the same time I realized a disappointment in me. I turned around. I
could only see his back. His hand was in front of him but I could tell it was
moving.

By now I had lost my sleep and it was clear to me that he was scared of taking
a bigger risk to avoid waking me up. I was torn between parental responsibility
and my desire to get more sexual pleasure. No way I would allow the special
relationship between me to change to a sexual relationship. I needed something
that allowed me to achieve both. I was going to have one more night with him in
my bed and I had to come up with something. One hour later I came up with an
idea.

The next evening we went to bed earlier than the prior night and before going
to bed I asked my son for two sleeping pills. I told him that I had a severe
headache and would like to sleep like a log to get rid of it. I could see the
glint in his eyes already. I thought to myself that my plan may work. When he
brought the pills I asked him to fetch me some water and the pills went into
the garden before he came back. I took my closed hand and pretended to throw
the pills in my mouth and washed them down with water. I could see that he was
watching intensely.

Back in the bed I was now sure it would work. I felt his hands on my shoulder.
He shook me lightly. No way. He shook me heavily. Mm, no way. He started
vigorously shaking and I did not show any sign of movement.

That did it. Within seconds the pallu (top half of the sari that covers the
upper half) was completely removed. My nipples were already erect from when he
was trying to wake me up. His mouth was on my left nipple and his left hand was
on my right tit and he was very aggressive from the word go.

I opened my eyes slightly and from the streetlight falling in through the
window I could see that he was completely naked. He had removed his clothes. I
realized that I was going to get more than I expected. He moved his attention
to my armpit and he started licking. I did not expect this and I was about to
groan but I somehow managed to control it. Next he released me and I thought it
was over.

Then I felt his hand on my leg. With one hand he moved my sari up and his other
hand was stroking his "kumis" he moved his head closer to my 'kumis' and
started smelling, nudging, and licking my thick hair. Without me opening up for
him he would not be able to go on any further. So I moved my leg slightly.

He froze and pulled back completely, apparently afraid that he woke me.
However, I just squirmed and opened my legs wider and then lay there
motionless. A few seconds later he shook my shoulder to be sure that I was
still asleep and when I didn't react he became confident again.

Now I was sure he could see and feel my kumis. If it had been anybody else I
would have pulled him over on top of me and enjoyed him but I continued with my
resolve to only accept the most I could get in that position.

Now he was licking and chewing me at his will. My excitement started building
up inside. It was insane! It was a shameful thing but carnal feelings don't
have any restraints. I came and came heavily with my hips bucking and the
stiffening of my legs. But the poor boy thought that I was waking up and he
jumped over to his side of the bed and turned on his other side.

My orgasm subsided within seconds and I was motionless again and when he was
sure that I did not wake up he turned back toward me. The poor baby built up
the confidence to come closer again and he hurriedly started pumping his small
kumis. He came within in minutes.

It was a very interesting experience that I thought of sharing with others to
show that it is possible to have incestuous sex without affecting the existing
relationship.

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