Hey friends, I’m Dilip, a 19-year-old guy, standing tall at 6 feet with a decent build that turns heads. My mom, Pooja, is 38, a petite 5’1” bombshell with a figure of 38-25-37 that could make any man’s jaw drop. She’s a fucking goddess—her juicy tits, slim waist, and that thick, jiggly ass could rival any Bollywood starlet. The moment I hit 17, a fire ignited in me, a burning desire to fuck my own mom. The way her hips swayed in those tight sarees, her voluptuous breasts straining against the fabric, or the sight of her in a wet saree after a bath—fuck, my cock would spring to life every time. But Mom was so innocent, so pure. The fear of her telling Dad and ruining my life kept me in check. So, I settled for jerking off to her every night, my dick throbbing as I imagined pounding her senseless.
For two fucking years, I lived in my head, fantasizing about her. Every night, as I lay in bed, my mind would wander over her soft, creamy tits, picturing myself squeezing them, sucking them, and sliding my tongue into her wet pussy. I’d dream of caressing her plump ass, spreading her cheeks, and making her moan my name. The thought of her tight cunt gripping my cock drove me insane, but I couldn’t muster the courage to act. I was trapped in my own lust, jerking off to her image, until one night changed everything.
A few days ago, I got hit with a nasty fever. It was around 1:30 AM, and I was shivering like hell in my room, wrapped in a thin blanket that did fuck-all to keep me warm. My teeth chattered as the cold gripped me, and in desperation, I stumbled to Mom’s room. She was awake, maybe restless herself, her eyes soft in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Seeing me trembling, her face filled with concern. “Beta, what’s wrong? Why are you up so late?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. Shivering, I mumbled, “Mom, I’m freezing… the fever’s killing me.” Without hesitation, she patted the bed beside her. “Come here, lie down with me. My warmth will help you feel better.”
I climbed into her bed, my heart racing as she pulled me close, her soft, warm body pressing against mine. Her curves felt euthanized, her scent—a mix of jasmine and her natural musk—filled my senses, and my 7-inch cock instantly hardened, straining against my pants. I pretended to sleep, but my mind was a fucking wildfire. Her silky skin under the thin nightie, the heat of her body against mine—it was too much. Gathering every ounce of courage, I slid my hand to her flat, soft stomach, my fingers tingling at the contact. Fuck, it was like touching a dream. My heart pounded as I inched my face closer to her voluptuous tits, their outline teasing me through her saree. Her warm breath brushed my skin, and my cock was pitching a tent in my pants, aching for release.
Emboldened, I moved my hand lower, brushing against the soft mound of her pussy. It was warm, inviting, and so fucking soft that my dick throbbed harder. I started rubbing her gently, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Mom gasped, her body tensing. “Beta, what are you doing? I’m your mother!” Her voice held a mix of shock and something else—maybe unease, maybe desire. I could tell she hadn’t been fucked in ages; Dad was always too busy with work, leaving her ripe, unsatisfied body craving attention. I didn’t back down. “Mom, I’m so cold,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Your pussy’s warmth is the only thing keeping me sane.”
She went quiet, her breathing uneven. I could sense the fire in her pussy, the same hunger I’d felt for years. Then, in a soft, hesitant voice, she said, “Okay, beta… but this is wrong. Still, if you’re cold, take off my clothes. And yours. My body’s heat will warm you up.” My heart fucking exploded with excitement. I yanked off her saree, blouse, and petticoat in a frenzy, leaving her in just a bra and panties, looking like a goddamn angel of lust. I stripped down to nothing, sliding under the blanket and pressing my naked body against hers, every inch of her curves molding into me.
Her warm tits pressed against my chest, her nipples hard as fucking rocks through the thin fabric. My cock grazed her thighs, pulsing with need. I tugged her bra down, freeing those glorious, heavy breasts, their creamy flesh spilling out. Her nipples were stiff, begging for my mouth. I took one in, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. Mom moaned, a low, “Ohhh, beta, what are you doing?” But there was no anger now—just raw, needy desire in her voice. I slipped my hand into her panties, finding her pussy slick and dripping. My fingers glided over her wet folds, teasing her clit, and she squirmed, her hips bucking against my hand.
Mom was losing control, her body trembling under my touch. “This is wrong,” she panted, “but fuck, it feels so good.” I kissed her neck, tasting her skin, and whispered, “Mom, it’s been too long since you’ve been fucked, hasn’t it? Tonight, I’m gonna quench every inch of your thirsty pussy.” Her eyes met mine, shy but burning with need. “You’ve grown so much, beta,” she murmured. “Your cock’s thicker than your father’s.” Her words sent a jolt through me, my dick screaming to claim her.
We shifted into a 69, her hot mouth wrapping around my 7-inch cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, sucking me like a pro. I groaned, my head spinning as her warm, wet lips worked me over. I ripped off her panties, diving into her pussy, lapping at her salty, intoxicating juices. My tongue plunged deep, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every drop of her wetness. She moaned around my cock, “Ohhh, beta, keep licking… fuck, it’s so good.” Her pussy clenched, her juices flowing as she came, and I drank every bit of her release. Then, out of nowhere, she nipped my cock with her teeth, a sharp, playful bite. Annoyed but turned on, I slapped her pussy hard, making her gasp. “Fuck, beta, do it again,” she begged, her voice dripping with lust. “Make your mom’s pussy scream.”
She was ready, her body practically begging to be fucked. I spread her legs wide, rubbing my throbbing cock against her slick entrance. She whimpered, “Ohhh, beta, put it in… don’t tease me anymore.” I didn’t hold back. I positioned my cock at her tight hole and pushed in slowly, her pussy gripping me like a vice. “Slow, beta,” she gasped. “Your dad’s cock was never this big.” I gave a gentle thrust, then another, until my full 7 inches were buried deep inside her. She screamed, “Fuck, I’m dying… beta, it hurts!” But her hips rocked against me, urging me on.
I started thrusting, slow at first, her wet pussy making it easier with every stroke. Her moans turned to cries, “Ohhh, fuck… harder, beta! Rip your mom’s pussy apart!” I picked up the pace, slamming into her, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust. I grabbed one, squeezing hard, pinching her nipple until she squealed. “Fuck, beta, you’re gonna turn your mom into a slut,” she panted. “Fuck me harder… this pussy was made for your cock.”
For a solid hour, I fucked her in every position I could think of. I bent her over, pounding her doggy-style, her ass jiggling with every slam. Then I lifted her legs over my shoulders, drilling her deep, her pussy clenching around me. Her moans filled the room, “Ohhh, fuck… harder, beta… your cock’s so fucking thick!” When I felt my release building, I growled, “Mom, where do you want it?” She looked at me, eyes wild with lust. “Inside me, beta. Fill your mom’s pussy with your cum.” I thrust harder, unloading everything I had, my hot cum flooding her tight cunt. She came at the same time, her body shaking, our sweaty bodies collapsing into each other, tangled in the sheets.
That night changed everything. Now, whenever Dad’s away, Mom calls me to her room, and we fuck like animals all night long. Her insatiable body craves my cock, and I give her new pleasures every time, satisfying her hungry pussy in ways she never imagined.
So, friends, what did you think of my story—fucking my mom and fulfilling my deepest desires? Have you ever had a fantasy like this burning in your chest? Drop a comment below and let me know. I’d love to hear your stories too!