My Son Fucked Me Very Hard in the Night

Mother and son incest sex story – Hindi sex story

My name is Olivia. I am exactly 36 years old. I live in a prestigious society in Blue Lagoon with my husband Wyatt and our 18-year-old son, Owen. I spend the entire day taking care of the house. A housewife. Wyatt works in the tourism department and is around 40. Owen is in the 11th grade. This story is about the day my motherly affection slowly turned into a craving for sex. The relationships in our house were very open. Wyatt and Owen seemed more like friends than a father and son.

We would go for walks together morning and evening, talking about the neighborhood girls. Wyatt was so open-minded that he even shared stories about his cousin’s ass and breasts with Owen. I would laugh it off, but inside I felt a tingling sensation.

One day, Wyatt called me into another room and said, “Olivia, I’ve been noticing for days. When you bend over in the kitchen, Owen stares at your ass and breasts like a hungry lion eyeing meat.” I trembled with anger. “What kind of nonsense is this? He’s my son!” But Wyatt explained, “He’s young. He’s just hitting puberty. It’s normal for him to look that way. Don’t say anything to him; I’ll handle it myself.”

A few days later, we went on a trip to Shimla. There, too, Owen’s eyes were fixed on the girls at the hotel. His eyes would light up at the sight of their breasts bulging in tight tops, their asses peeking out of short skirts. Seeing me, Wyatt smiled and said, “See? He looks at every woman with a good body the same way, not just you.”

Back home, things got even more open. Now the father and son would talk about pussy and dick without any hesitation. I scolded Wyatt several times, “You’re spoiling him. What if something goes wrong tomorrow?” He laughed and said, “Honey, the boy is growing up. If I ask him as a father, he won’t say anything. As a friend, I’m getting everything out in the open.”

One day while cleaning, I found a piece of paper.
On it were Wyatt’s questions and Owen’s answers.
Wyatt: Do you like Mom?
Owen: A lot.
Wyatt: Which part of her body?
Owen: Mom’s fat ass and heavy tits.
Wyatt: Would you want to be alone with Mom?
Owen: Yes, I’ll take care of her as her husband.
Wyatt: What if Mom says no?
Owen: I’ll fuck her anyway. If not with love, then by force. I just want to fill my pussy with your hot lava.

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Reading this set my body on fire. I was angry, but also felt a strange thrill. That evening, I gave them both a good scolding. “Don’t you ever say anything like that in front of me again!” They both shut up, but I knew—they were seething inside.

A few days later, Wyatt suggested, “Let Owen sleep with us. If you leave him alone in a separate room, he’ll get up to no good.” I felt weird, but I thought—okay, I’m a mom, I can handle this. The first night, Owen slept on our bed. He couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night. He quietly got up and went to his room.

We both woke up. When we went into his room, we saw Owen with his eyes closed, masturbating while calling my name. “Ahh Olivia… I love you… take my dick in your pussy… let me fuck you…” His 5-inch dick was hard, red, and dripping pre-cum from the tip. He came hard—a huge load of white cum hit the floor. I’d never seen that much cum even from Wyatt.

I stood silently at the door. My breathing quickened. I noticed one of my fingers had slid under my sari without my realizing it. When I pressed lightly on my pussy, I felt wetness. I was thinking, “He’s my son… but this cock… so hot, so hungry… do I really want this?”

From that night, my mind started to change. When I had sex with Wyatt, my mind would wander to Owen. His face, his erect penis—everything would replay in my mind. Then the day came. Wyatt went out for two days. The school was closed. In the morning, Owen was showering in the bathroom. He called out, “Mom, the soap’s run out.”

I grabbed the soap and opened the door. In that instant, my foot slipped. We both fell under the shower.
My sari and blouse were soaked and clinging to my body. My heavy breasts were clearly outlined. My nipples were hard, poking through the fabric. Owen was on top of me. His breath was falling on my cheeks. His eyes were fixed on my breasts.

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We stayed like that for a few moments—warm water pouring down on both of us, our bodies pressed together. He asked softly, “Mom… are you hurt?” His hand was on my waist. His fingers felt so warm on my wet body that I started to feel an itch in my pussy.

I had made up my mind. Slowly, I took off my sari. I unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled off my jean. Everything fell to the floor. I stood completely naked in front of him. My breasts were heavy, my nipples hard. My pussy hair was wet and matted.

Owen’s eyes were wide open. His dick stood up in an instant—red, thick, and throbbing. He said, “Mom… what are you doing? This body of yours… I’m going to go crazy.”
I smiled and said, “Your clothes got wet, didn’t they? I thought I’d take a bath. You’re my son, what are you shy of me for? You used to suck my breasts every day when you were a kid. You’re all grown up now… but my pussy is the same… it’s just a little wetter now.”

He took the soap. He started to lather it on my back. His palms slid down my spine. The stream of hot water, the soap suds, his fingers—all of it was setting my body on fire. He moved up from my waist. He slid his hand under my breasts. He squeezed gently. I shivered. “Ahh… Owen…”

I turned around and said, “Lather my front too… make sure you get it all clean.”
He started soaping my breasts. His fingers circled my nipples. He pinched them lightly, then let go. My breath hitched. I grabbed his neck and pressed my lips to his. The first kiss—deep, hot. His tongue played with mine. Saliva mingled in our mouths.

Then I grabbed his cock. Hot, hard, throbbing. I stroked it slowly. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip. I licked it with my tongue—salty, intoxicating. Then I took the whole thing into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip. He groaned, running his fingers through my hair, “Mom… ahhh…
Your tongue… so hot… suck… harder…”

I got on my knees. I sucked for a long time. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I squeezed his balls with one hand. He was trembling. I pressed him against the wall. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked hard. He grabbed my head and started thrusting. I started to suffocate. I signaled for him to stop, but he was possessed. Suddenly, he came hard. All his hot cum went down my throat. I started coughing.
He panicked. “Mom… I’m sorry… I didn’t do it on purpose…”

I paused for a moment and said, “You almost killed me today. You shouldn’t be so wild.” Then, looking sad, I said, “I’ll forgive you on one condition.”“What, Mom?”
“You’ll have full sex with me in bed… then I’ll forgive you.”
A wave of happiness washed over his face. He picked me up in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me.

Now the real game began. He kissed my forehead. Then my eyes, my nose, and my cheeks.
He licked my neck, biting it lightly. I shivered. He took my breasts in both hands. He squeezed them. He circled my nipples with his tongue. I moaned. “Owen… ahhh… suck harder… these breasts are for you today…”

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He took one breast in his mouth. Sucked hard. Gently bit with his teeth. He pinched the other with his fingers. I was writhing. Then he ran his tongue over my stomach. He put his tongue in my navel. I lifted my hips. He slid down. He spread my legs. My pussy was already dripping. He first fingered me in and out. Then he put his tongue on it. He circled my clitoris with his tongue. I screamed. “Ahh… Owen… enough… now put it in…”

He smiled. “Not yet, Mom… I’m going to make you wait.” He put his tongue inside. Licked. Sucked. My juices were in his mouth. He was swallowing. I was digging my nails into his back. It started to bleed.
Then he came up. Placed his hot cock on my pussy. A light thrust—halfway in. I moaned. He stopped. Moved slowly. I was on the verge. Then he pulled back. I writhed. “Put it in… fuck me…”

The second thrust. His entire cock in my pussy. He started pounding me like a madman. Our breaths mingled. The smell of sweat. Slippery sounds. I dug my nails into his back. He groaned in pain, but he didn’t stop.I came close several times. He would stop. Finally, we came together. His hot cum filling my pussy. Like putting out a fire.

He collapsed on top of me. We were both panting. We held each other for a long time. Then we showered again. That day, I enjoyed my son’s cock to the fullest.
And this was just the beginning…