have been into incest.

My fantasy about my mother started when I was just 10 years old but I could
realize my dream very recently. I am 30 years old now and my mother is 49. I started thinking about
sex when I heard about my friends' attempt in seducing a classmate of mine. Then I was in 5th class.

Very soon I discovered the pleasure of masturbation and the power of fantasy. In my fantasy world, I
included my class girls; other girls in the different classes and slowly the list contained my lady
teachers and other women in the neighborhood. Almost every night I masturbated thinking about
some woman I saw during the day. One day after seeing my half-sister in a semi naked condition in
the bathroom, I started dreaming about her and unbeknown to me I started fantasizing about the
other members of the family. The stimulation that I derived by thinking about people whom I know
intimately was always greater than thinking about somebody I hardly new.

All my cousins, aunts and mamis entered my fantasy world and I was always looking forward to
getting to bed as early as possible so that I could jerk off to my heart's content. All my women
relatives gave me good hard-on but those who were older to me by 15-20 years were my favorite.

Thinking about sex became my pet tool to pass time but there was no possibility of getting real
experience of fucking at that age. My urge to have some kind of real pleasure of inserting my prick
into something resembling a cunt led me to experimenting. Very soon I hit upon a novel idea and till
today it is my favorite one. I made a slit in my bed and inserted my penis into the slit and adjusted
the cotton inside so as to encircle my penis completely. Instead of using my hand to jerk off, I could
move my penis back and forth in the bed slit and the experience was really pleasant as the cotton
surrounding the dick gave some kind of a velvety feeling. It became my daily habit to insert my prick
into this substitute cunt and fantasize about some older relative and jerk off. Although I was careful
in not spewing out my cum inside the slit, I did ejaculate in the slit many times unable control my self
and thereby spoiling the cotton inside and this set me to think as to how to continue to jerk off and
come inside the slit but not spoiling the bed. One day when nobody was at home I went in to my
parent's bedroom and started looking around. Underneath my parent's bed was a small packet.
Curiously I opened one and found condoms inside. I did not even know then as to why it was used
but the shape of the condom gave me some idea. After searching further I found one used condom
with semen still inside. I think my father had used the condom during the previous night but had
forgotten to throw it away. I got a huge hard on thinking about as to what my parents might have
done with that condom.

Unable to resist the temptation, I flicked one condom and ran to my room, put the condom onto my
dick and inserted my penis into the slit and started pumping. The feeling was great as I could pump
in and out smoothly. As usual I tried to dream about some of relatives but my thoughts kept on
coming back to my parents and what they might have done during the night. I visualized the picture
of my father putting his condom sheathed penis into my mom's vagina and fucking her till he came
inside of her (He came alright, the proof was there inside the condom!) OH! God. I wanted to be in
my father's place and I wanted to be in between my mother's thighs. Yes. I wanted to fuck my
mother. My own mother whom I call Amma. Until then I did not fantasize about my mother but that
day I did and I was hooked. I realized why I was always attracted to older women and it was because
subconsciously I was lusting my own mom. The very idea of making love to my mother took me to
the edge in no time and I blasted my cum into the condom.
Wow, so nice, cum did not spill out, bed was not spoiled and I was so joyous. I kept on pumping in
and out of my bed slit thinking about my Amma and in no time I was hard again and I was hooked.

Well, although I derived unbelievable pleasure by fantasizing about my mother, I was feeling little
guilty. But always desire overcame the guilt feeling and I started ending my mental fuck session
always with Amma's image in my mind. Guilt feeling used to linger since I thought I was the only one
feeling this way. But god is great. One day, I saw a book called "Rasavanti" in my friend's big
brother's bookshelf and I flicked the same.

The book was an eye opener for me and I enjoyed story after story and hit a jackpot in the end. The
last story was about a mother and son and their special love for each other. My joy knew no bounds
that day as I realized that I was not alone in this world who desires his own mother. People like me
are out there and are actually doing IT! OH. My god. That story was a morale booster for me and I
started lusting my mother without any guilt feeling. But I was still young and had no chance to make
known my feeling towards my mother. During next 20-year's time my mother was my steady mental
sex companion and almost never a day passed without me thinking about my mother and lusting
her. Every time I thought about my mother I got horny. Whenever I was around my mother I was
feeling horny. Occasional glimpse of her boobs, thighs remained in mind always and whenever I
recalled them my lust for my mother soared. But there was no way to realize my dream then.

I completed my school in our village and then moved to city for higher education. City proved to be a
good place and very soon I started collecting erotic reading materials. Although I liked all erotic
stories I liked stories on incest more and that too stories of incestual relationship between mothers
and sons was my favorite. But there was not many. In the last 20 years I read a lot about sex
including Freud. Freud was right.

Every male lusts his own mother. Every boy wants to take the place of his father! My lust for my
Amma never subsided and I analyzed my own mind and concluded that there is nothing wrong in my
lusting my own mother and given a chance would like to really fuck her.

I should thank Internet, which helped me in realizing my dream. Yes I could fuck my mother at last.
About a year back I started browsing through the Internet and I stumbled upon a lot of material on
incest. I collected very large number of mother/son stories. Till about last two months, it was my
routine to read one or two mom-son stories with my condom covered penis inserted into my bed slit
and then mentally enact those stories with my own mother. After reading all those stories I too
wanted to consummate my love with my mother and I planned.

I am presently working in Bangalore and had bought a house in April. I requested my mother to
come and help me set up my new house. She readily agreed as my father was to go abroad for few
weeks and she did not want to stay alone in Poona. She came and helped me in setting up the
house. I was really happy to have my mother around. My routine of reading incest stories late into
the night continued and the very fact that the woman I lusted all these years was there just across
the room used to make my mind whirl. I masturbated umpteen times during each night since my
mother arrived. After two days of her arrival when I was getting ready to go to bed my mother came
into my room. I was just about to pick some stories to read. She asked me to give her something to
read. I told her that I don't have anything that she could read. She then enquired as to what I did till
late hours every night? I was little taken aback and I told her that of course I did some reading but
that was nasty stuff!

"So what", could I too not read some nasty stuff?"

"How can you Amma?" I asked.

"Common son, I am your mother and I came to this world before you, if you could read something
then I think, I too could."

Well, suddenly, I decided to grab the opportunity and try my luck. I told her "ok Amma, I will give
you something to read but on two conditions?"

"What?" she asked.

"Well, you should read here along with me and...?"

"And" what "magane"? (Son-in Kannada).

"Well, when you read, you should allow me to touch you here and there!"

"What? What do you mean by here and there?"

I blurted out "Amma, please do not mistake me, "condition is condition" and if only you agree, I will
give you what I have; other wise sorry". I don't know what she thought then, but after few seconds
she said, "OK, I agree".

My God! Was I dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure that I was not dreaming and decided now
or never. I invited my mother to come in and made my bed and asked her to sit down. I opened the
side drawer and asked my mom to pick any thing that she wanted to read. She pulled out a small file
wherein I had kept some hard copy print outs of the stories that I downloaded from the Internet.
Well, each story was about mothers and sons and I was little unsure as to how she might react when
once she opened the file. While I held my breath, Amma slowly opened the file and turned to the
first page. OH! Boy! Did I hear her gasp? The title of the story was "I and my son" and I saw her
fingers trembling slightly. Giving a sideways glance towards me she turned another page where story
started. By then I was bold and sat beside my mother and put my face on her shoulder as if I too
started reading.

The story was about a son who was attracted to his own mother and was one day peeking through
the bathroom door while his mom took bath. There were some graphic details as to how she looked
and son gets too horny and takes his dick out and starts jerking off.

My mother continued her reading and I could notice her breathing quickening. When she was about
to turn to page two, I helped her by stretching my hand over hers and turned the page and then
withdrew my hand back and placed my hand on her bare arm.

Slowly, I started rubbing her arm up and down and touched her breast on the side. Mom continued
to read-on and I suddenly inserted my right hand underneath her arm and praying to god, cupped
her right breast. God, she gasped OH! But by then my other hand encircled her back and came out
under her other arm to hold the other "ammanni" (breast-in our dialect).

Amma asked "Enidu magane" (What are you doing? son)

"Did I not tell you Amma that I want to touch you? that is what I am doing" and held her both the
breasts firmly in my hand. She trembled in my hands and I asked her what paragraph she was
reading. She showed me and I too read-on. In the story the son was busy jacking off looking at his
mother and mother saws him! Although taken aback, mother recovers soon and gets curious and
slowly turns towards the door and gives her son a good opportunity to look at her. Son feasts on
mother's body for a few minutes. Then unable to control himself he runs to his room to finish off his
jerking. Mother seeing her son going back, towels herself and comes out. Instead of going straight to
her room, she peeks through her son's bedroom. Her son was lying naked on the bed and was fisting
his penis up and down. He had closed his eyes and was moaning mom, mom, and mom. That mother
was now sure as to what was on her son's mind and the thought of her own son desiring her made
her horny. She discards her towel and opens the doors of her son's bedroom and walks towards his
bed nakedly.

Here, I too was terribly aroused and was massaging my mom's breasts, which were swollen now. I
started tweaking her nipples and in no time they were erect. Slowly bringing my face next to hers I
too moaned "Amma", "Amma".

While my mom was engrossed in her reading I opened her blouse buttons. Even before she realized
as to what was happening I had set her boobs free and grabbed them again. What a feeling! I had
almost cum in my shorts with the first touch of my mom's naked boobs. Crushing her boobs in my
hand I asked my mom what she has been reading and she pointed out to me where mother had
already moved onto her son's bed and was asking her son whether he was just day dreaming about
his mother or he really wanted her? When son could not answer anything, she grabs him, embraces
him and tells him not to worry and she knows what he needed. The story then goes on step-by-step
and when the mother asks her son to put his prick into her vagina, my mother trembles in my hands
and whispers OH, My god. By then I had played with her boobs for a while and was slowly inching
my hands towards her navel. Slowly massaging her navel area, I asked her "what?"

"Is it possible son? She is asking him to...?"

"Asking him what? Amma?" I asked.

"Look here, she is asking her son to put it in! Is it possible? Is it real?"

I told her, "why not Amma? Why is that not possible?".

"Oh, Oh, mother and a son?" She wailed and I asked to read further to find out whether it was
possible.

In the mean time, I had brought down my right hand till her waist and untied her Sari knot. In the
story, mother was showing her cunt to her son and was asking him to mount her and fuck her. Her
son moaning loudly comes in between his mother's thighs. His mother holding her son's prick in her
hands guides him and "lo and behold!" Son enters his mother.

By now, I had loosened my mother's sari and her petticoat and put my hand inside her panties. Soon
I encountered her bush and wow! How much hair and I grabbed a handful. Suddenly my mother
realized what was happening and placed the book aside and tried to push me away saying "Magane,
beda, beda" (No, no son).

But I was not in a mood to listen and I placed my hand on her pussy. She was wet! I slowly started
rubbing my middle finger on her cuntlips and my mom moaned, "no son, please stop, It is not
correct".

I smooched her left cheek and told her "Amma, I have been dreaming about this for over 20 years
and Amma, please do not ask me to stop, please"

"But son, how could this be possible, you are my son."

I told her "Amma you have just now read, it is possible."

"It is only a story son, it can't be real. No, please stop it before it is too late"

"No Amma, I can't leave you now, I need you" and saying so I forcibly opened her cunt lips and
inserted my finger into her pussy. She cried saying no. I was about to pull her sari, panty and
petticoats down and was planning to forcibly fuck her come what may! But then I reasoned, it is not
correct to force her. She was aroused and I could feel it as her cunt was sopping wet. But
somewhere in the corner of her mind she was not accepting this as possible. So I decided to pour my
heart to her. After listening to my version of my lust for her, if she agrees then only I would go ahead
otherwise, I thought I would be content with my fantasy. So I removed my hand from her vagina and
turned her face towards me and told her about my dreams, fantasies, desire and my obsession. I
told her in the end "Amma, I have been dreaming about you ever since I was just 10 years old and I
have desired you more than any other woman in the world". "For the last 20 years, it was you who
inspired me most and Amma, you believe it or not I love you, love you not only as my mother but
also you are my lover". "It was a secret known only to me but you know about it now". "Amma, I
have only one request. please allow me to have you only once. If you do not like this then I will never
bother you. I will spend rest of my life thinking about this one chance I got and live happily
afterwards. Please Amma, only once". She listened to me without uttering a word and was silent
even after I finished talking.

I persisted "please, Amma, only once. Well, let us do one thing. Please you lye here and let me have
you only once. Say nothing. When I finish please forget this episode as a bad dream. Amma please,
once. I didn't know what she was thinking. At last she spoke "you want me that much son?"

"I do not know how to convince you Amma" I replied.

"Oh my son, I don't know what to do. Is it ok if we do it?"

"Well, mother let us look at it this way. We both are adults. We are doing this with mutual consent.
Incest has been made as taboo in our society to avoid procreation through incest couplings. What
we are going to do is not make babies. It is just to quench out body hunger. Well. You agree with me
that although one can eat anything to put off one's hunger and live on, some one likes some dishes
more and some one else likes something else more. Don't you Amma? In my case I like to have you
more than anybody else to satisfy my body hunger. Is it wrong Amma?' I asked.

She was silent for while and had closed her eyes. I gazed at her naked breasts and prayed for her
positive answer. When she opened her eyes, I knew she had made her decision. I was nervous. She
looked at me steadily for few moments and then said, "Come my son, come to me. I will give myself
to you. Enjoy your Amma to your hearts content but as you said only once. Is that ok son"

Oh my god. My prayers were answered. I thanked god silently and said, "ok Amma"

Well, it was very hard to explain all the emotions that passed through my mind. Although I had
dreamed about my mom thousands of times, when I actually got her consent I felt like crying. I think
mom sensed that and stretched out her hands to embrace me. Holding my head to her open boobs
she sighed "oh my darling son, you thought about Amma for so many years? My poor baby, I will
give you whatever you wanted. Go ahead".

Listening to my mom saying that I lifted my face and gave my first real kiss to my dream woman.
From then on passion took over and in no time we were naked as jaybirds. At least on this one
occasion there was no need to imagine. I could see all that I wanted to see. I started kissing my mom
wherever possible beginning from her lips and slowly traversed downwards. She lay on back and I
opened her legs wide and I moved in between them. There I saw for the first time the place of my
birth. The most desired part of my mother was there and it was open for me. What a lovely scene.
Her fur-covered vagina was so enticing that I almost blew my wad. Unable to control any more I put
my hands on her inner thighs and started rubbing and slowly inched upwards. I could clearly see my
mom's cunt salivating. She was totally wet. Her pussy lips were quivering. As I moved my hands
upward, she opened her thighs wide for me and I could clearly see her pink inner parts of her cunt.
When I was about to place my hands on her cunt my mother asked by placing both her hands on
either side of her cunt and opening her cunt widely for me, "Is this what you wanted most? My son,
please look. See everything that you wanted to see. Take your time. But when you are finished
feasting your eyes, please mount your Amma. I am ready for you my dear."

I was in no mood to wait any longer. Moaning Amma, Amma, I kneeled in between her thighs and
bent over her body. Looking straight into her eyes, I asked her. "Amma. Will you please guide me? I
want you to show me the way". Amma smiled, took my steel hard prick into her hand and guided me
to the place of my birth. I entered my heaven, my paradise slowly, inch by inch. At last I was there,
where I wanted to go for the last 20 years.

I don't think I can put into words all that I felt when I first entered my mother. Was it really
happening? I had pinched myself to make sure it was real. There I was, lying on top of my Amma,
with my dick buried deep into her cunt. I was totally delirious and don't know how I controlled
myself from climaxing there and then. I was still, totally still, for sometime in order to regain little
control and I think my mom understood my plight and she too was very still. After a while when I
was confident that I could hold on, I slowly raised my body slightly above and rested on my elbows.