Hey, I’m Sunny, 23, from Vadodara, Gujarat. I’m a hardcore porn addict, jerking off to steamy videos every night. I also get a kick out of reading sex stories, especially the taboo ones about family affairs and wild group fucks. This story, though, is about the craziest, most mind-blowing thing that ever happened—me fucking my own mom without even knowing it. Buckle up, because this one’s gonna get you hot and bothered.
My mom, Neeta, is 45 and a schoolteacher. She’s not a supermodel, but she’s got that raw, womanly charm that makes heads turn. All you need is a pussy and an ass, right? And trust me, she’s got both in spades. Her figure’s a curvy 34-30-36, the kind that makes you imagine what’s under those clothes. She always wears sarees—typical Gujarati style—tied low below her navel, showing off her smooth belly and that sexy curve of her waist. Her navel alone could drive a guy wild.
My dad got transferred to Delhi, so it’s just me, Mom, and my 19-year-old sister at home now. My sister’s in college, always buried in her books. Now, let me get to the juicy part—the incident that changed everything.
Last year, we had to attend my cousin’s wedding in Bharuch. Since Dad was stuck in Delhi and my sister had exams, it was just me and Mom heading to the wedding. We decided my sister would stay with my aunt, and Mom and I would go for the ceremony and stay one night since there was a big DJ party planned for the evening after. We took a train from Vadodara to Bharuch, and let me tell you, Mom looked fucking irresistible that day. She wore a yellow saree, tied so low that her navel was on full display, her flat tummy glistening under the train’s lights. Her ass swayed with every step, and the way her saree clung to her curves had every guy in the compartment sneaking glances.
We reached Bharuch station around 6 PM and took an auto to my aunt’s place. The house was buzzing with relatives, everyone in a festive mood. Mom got busy catching up with family—she’s the type who lights up a room with her chatter. I joined my cousin Kiran to help with wedding prep. Kiran’s the groom’s younger brother, a cool guy with a wild streak. After dinner, the DJ party kicked off, and the place turned into a dance floor. Everyone was grooving, drinks were flowing, and the vibe was electric.
Kiran’s friend Jatin dragged me to a corner to knock back some beers. We chilled for a bit, then headed back to the party. I noticed Mom was nowhere in sight. I asked my aunt, and she said she saw Mom heading to the house with some relative. I shrugged it off and dove back into the dancing. After a while, I needed to piss, so I headed to my aunt’s house, a short walk from the party venue. Upstairs, I saw some guys drinking, but no sign of Mom. I figured she might be on the terrace, so I headed there.
The terrace door was locked, but then Jatin showed up. “Yo, come up, we’re chilling,” he said. I told him the door was locked, but he grinned, “I got the key, man.” We went up, and it was pitch dark except for the faint glow of phone flashlights. Kiran’s buddies—Nikul, Sunil, Vaibhav, and Ankit—were there, passing around beers. They handed me a bottle, and I joined them. Jatin asked, “Where’s Ankit?” The guys chuckled, “He’s behind the water tank, banging some chick.” The tank was massive, 2000 liters, blocking the view, and the loud DJ music drowned out any sounds.
Five minutes later, Ankit came back, smirking. “Fuck, that slut’s a wild one. What a ride.” His phone rang—his wife—and he bolted. Sunil laughed, “My wife’s gonna call too, let me get mine first.” He went behind the tank and returned after 15 minutes, looking satisfied as hell. Then Jatin got a call from Kiran and said, “I’m up next.” He went, fucked, and came back in 10 minutes, grinning ear to ear.
Now it was just me, Nikul, and Vaibhav, sipping beers by the tank. Vaibhav nudged me, “Your turn, bro. Go get some.” My dick was already hard thinking about banging this mystery chick. I walked behind the tank, and there she was, standing in a yellow saree. It was too dark to see her face. I didn’t waste time—grabbed her tits right away. Her bra was pushed up, her blouse buttons undone, and her soft, heavy boobs were hanging free. I squeezed them hard, feeling her nipples harden under my fingers. Nikul tossed me a condom, and I slipped it on, my cock throbbing with anticipation.
I lifted her saree, made her lean against the tank with both hands, and positioned myself behind her. I slid my cock into her pussy with one hard thrust. Fuck, it went in smooth, her wet cunt gripping me tight. She let out a low, “Ohhh… fuck…” and started moaning like a bitch in heat. I grabbed her tits from behind, pounding her hard, my balls slapping against her ass. She moved her hips back, meeting every thrust, her moans getting louder, “Ahhh… mmm… yesss…”
Then Vaibhav showed up, kissing her neck and shoving his cock in her hand. She started jerking him off while I fucked her. He asked, “Want a beer?” She said, “No, I don’t drink.” That voice—holy shit, it was Mom! My heart stopped, but my cock was buried deep in her pussy. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I kept quiet and kept fucking her, her moans driving me crazy. She’d already taken three dicks before me, and the thought of my mom being such a slut made my head spin.
I was close to cumming, so I grabbed her hips and slammed into her harder. She moaned louder, “Ohhh… fuck… yes…” I squeezed her waist, feeling her soft skin, and blew my load inside the condom. I stood there for a minute, catching my breath, then pulled out and stepped aside, tossing the condom near the tank.
Vaibhav was next. He grabbed a chair, sat down, and put on a condom. “Suck it,” he told her. She refused, “No way.” He shrugged, “Fine, come sit on me.” She lifted her saree and straddled him, her pussy swallowing his cock. I turned on my phone’s flashlight, and fuck, there she was—my mom, bouncing on his dick, her face twisted in pleasure, moaning, “Ahhh… mmm… ohhh…” Vaibhav’s hands were on her back, and he was kissing her neck, groping her tits. His phone rang—his wife, probably—and he fucked her faster, cumming quick and leaving.
Now it was Nikul’s turn. Mom was still on the chair, her saree bunched up, tits out. I shone the flashlight on her face—yep, definitely Mom. Her boobs were dangling, her bra pushed up, and her navel looked so fucking hot I wanted to lick it. My cock was hard again just looking at her.
Nikul pulled out his massive dick, easily the biggest of the group. He put on a condom and told Mom to stand. Then he sat on the chair and said, “Ride me.” She lifted her saree and sat on him, her pussy taking his huge cock. She gasped, “Ohhh… fuck…” as it stretched her. She started moving slowly, her eyes closed, moaning softly. I couldn’t resist—I leaned in and sucked her nipples, switching between them. Her tits were soft and warm, her nipples hard as rocks. Nikul’s hands roamed her belly, and she kept riding him, moaning, “Ahhh… mmm… yesss…”
I slid my tongue down to her navel, licking it slowly, tasting her skin. She grabbed my hair, and I froze, thinking she’d recognize me. But she was lost in pleasure, riding Nikul’s cock, running her fingers through my hair. I kept licking her navel, my cock aching. Nikul told her to stand, then laid a mat on the ground. “Get on all fours,” he said. She got into doggy style, and he lifted her saree, climbing onto her like a dog. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her ass. She moaned louder, “Ohhh… fuck… yes… harder…” I stood there, watching, my dick rock-hard.
Nikul grabbed her waist and pounded her until he came, staying on top of her for a moment before getting up. Mom stayed in position, her ass up, pussy glistening. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed another condom, slipped it on, and got behind her. I slid my cock into her wet cunt and started fucking her hard, gripping her hips. She moaned, “Ohhh… mmm… fuck me…” and pushed back against me. I fucked her for a good 10 minutes, her moans filling the air, “Ahhh… yes… ohhh…”
Nikul said, “Yo, hurry up, it’s been long enough.” I nodded, and he left. I kept fucking Mom, her pussy so tight and wet it drove me wild. I came hard, groaning as I filled the condom. I stood there for a minute, then pulled out and walked away, leaving her on the mat.
I went back to the DJ party, dancing to shake off the shock. I felt drained but fucking alive. Ten minutes later, I saw Mom come down, sitting on a chair, chatting with relatives like nothing happened. The next morning, after the wedding wrapped up, we headed home that evening.
Kiran’s friends—Vaibhav, Nikul, Jatin, Sunil, and Ankit—had no clue she was my mom. They thought she was some random slut. This whole thing was a wild, accidental fuck-fest, but damn, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Hope you got as hard reading this as I did living it.