Mom, Grandfather, and My Incest Story

Only three people live in our house: Dad, Mom, and me. Dad is 40 years old and works a government job. He has a very bad temper, so both Mom and I are scared of him.

Dad leaves for work early in the morning and comes home only in the evening. He earns well, so there is no shortage of money in the house. But I never realized that even with everything we had, the real thing missing in Mom’s life was something else entirely.

Mom’s name is Kiran, and she is also 40 years old. She has a dusky complexion and a cheerful personality. Her sharp features make her look even more beautiful.

Mom’s figure is enough to drive any man crazy. Her body is full and curvy, with a slight belly that only adds to her appeal. Those are the things that make traditional Indian women look even more youthful and attractive.

Mom looks exactly like a newlywed bride who has just gotten married. She is originally from a village, and village women always have fuller bodies. That’s why Mom’s breasts are size 38.

Her butt is size 44. Both these assets are more than enough to catch any man’s eye. Mom is a treasure of beauty. I had never thought of her in that way before.

I did watch porn, but even then I never had wrong thoughts about Mom. But when I started reading mother-son sex stories, I began to see my own mother as a woman full of desire.

Just looking at Mom made my cock harder than it had ever been before. After reading those mother-son stories, perhaps every son starts looking at his mother with lust. Of course he can’t actually fuck his own mother.

But still, he definitely jerks off thinking about her. The same thing happened to me. I started masturbating while looking at Mom. Now whenever Mom came in front of me, my cock would stand up and salute her.

My eyes were always fixed on Mom’s big breasts and her thick, raised butt. And once you start thinking of your mother that way, you begin to notice things you used to ignore before.

Whenever I went out with Mom, I always noticed people staring at her breasts and butt. Even strangers would rub their cocks while looking at her. Seeing them do that made my own cock hard.

My cock is a little over 6 inches long and quite thick. When I looked at Mom, it became completely uncontrollable. And the day I saw Mom completely naked, I became obsessed with her.

Ever since I got into incest, I started staying around Mom much more. And that gave me a lot of opportunities. I never let any chance to see Mom slip away.

I became so crazy about her that I even drilled small holes in the bathroom and in the window of her room where the AC was fitted. Through those two holes, I saw Mom naked for the first time.

As soon as Mom went into the bathroom, I would quietly follow and stand outside, watching her sensual body. Mom would undress very slowly and comfortably.

With every piece of clothing she removed, my cock grew even harder. Mom looked devastating in just her bra and panties. Her breasts were perfectly lifted and tight.

Her panties could barely contain her huge butt. And when she finally removed her bra and panties, seeing those massive breasts and thick butt made me want to rush inside.

I wanted to bury my face in that thick butt and lick it. But as I said, I was happy just watching. So I simply jerked off while staring at her.

That’s how I first saw Mom’s pussy. It looked big from the front and was completely shaved. Seeing Mom’s smooth, hairless pussy made me realize that Dad must still be fucking her. That’s why she kept it clean.

Seeing Mom’s naked body over and over again made me constantly think about fucking her. Each time I managed to control myself. But finally, when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I started grabbing Mom from behind.

As soon as I held her from behind, my cock instantly got hard and I could feel the heat of her butt. It felt amazing. And Mom never said anything to me.

She always saw me only as her son, so she didn’t find it strange when I held her like that. I kept enjoying it and pressing my hard cock against her.

But I had no idea that my desire to fuck her would be fulfilled very soon—and because of Mom herself. I had always seen Mom as a simple, innocent woman. I never knew she had a hidden side that she kept secret from everyone. When that side was revealed to me, I lost my mind. Then I decided that I would definitely fuck my own mother.

I can never forget that day when I saw Mom’s true self—the one she had hidden from the world until then. It was the day of Raksha Bandhan.

That was the day I saw Mom getting fucked. And the person fucking her was none other than her own father—my maternal grandfather. I was completely shocked seeing Mom and Grandfather together.

Mom had her legs spread wide, eagerly taking her own father’s cock inside her. And Grandfather was enjoying fucking his own daughter. I never imagined Mom could let her own father fuck her.

Let me tell you everything from the beginning. It was Raksha Bandhan. We all got ready early in the morning. This time my aunt wasn’t coming to our house.

Her husband was unwell, so Dad decided he would go visit her himself. I would take Mom on my bike to Grandfather’s house so she could tie the rakhi on her brother.

We all got ready quickly. Then one of my cousins came and tied a rakhi on me. Around 11 o’clock, Dad left in the car to visit my aunt. I took Mom on my bike and headed to Grandfather’s house.

Mom was wearing a green suit that day, and her black bra was clearly visible through it. Her breasts looked perfectly lifted and tight in the outfit. People passing by kept turning to stare at her.

I was riding the bike slowly. It was Raksha Bandhan, so there was heavy traffic. Everyone knows how bad Delhi traffic is. Because of the traffic, I had to brake often.

Mom’s big, firm breasts kept pressing against my back, and it felt incredible. After about two hours, we reached Grandfather’s house.

Mom’s parental home is in a village near Panipat. It’s technically a village, but it has all city-like facilities—paved houses, paved roads. The only difference is farming. That’s why it’s still called a village.

At Mom’s parental home live Grandfather, my maternal uncle and aunt, and their son. Grandmother passed away four years ago. Since then, Grandfather lives alone. His name is Balbir Singh, and he is over 55 years old.

But he doesn’t look that old. He is about 5 feet 8 inches tall and has no fat anywhere on his body. In simple words, he is still completely fit.

Being from a village, he eats well, so he doesn’t look his age. Grandfather owns a lot of farmland that my uncle manages.

There is no shortage of anything at his house. It’s a two-story house. Grandfather lives downstairs, and my uncle and aunt live upstairs. After riding for two hours, Mom and I reached around 1 o’clock.

I rang the bell, and Grandfather opened the gate. I immediately touched his feet, and he hugged me.

Me: Hello, Grandfather.

Grandfather: There’s my brave boy! How are you, son?

Me: I’m fine, Grandfather. How are you?

Grandfather: I’m good, son. But what happened to you? You’ve become so thin. Don’t you eat anything?

Me: No, Grandfather, nothing like that.

Then Grandfather stepped aside and pulled Mom into a tight hug. Mom was pressed completely against him, her breasts crushed against his chest. At that moment, I had no suspicion at all.

I had no idea that the same Grandfather also fucked my mother. Only after I saw them having sex did I understand why he hugged her so tightly. After a while, Mom pulled away.

Then my uncle and aunt came down. I greeted them, then played with their son for a bit. Mom tied rakhis on my uncle and his wife. Then we all had tea. After tea, my uncle and aunt left in their car to visit my aunt’s parental home.

My aunt also had to tie rakhis on her brothers. It was afternoon now, and only Mom, Grandfather, and I were left in the house. Mom was chatting with Grandfather while I was on my phone.

Usually on Raksha Bandhan, Dad drops Mom at her parental home, and we stay the night and return the next day. But this time Dad hadn’t come at all.

So I wasn’t scared of him. Mom was also breathing easy. Then Mom served lunch for all of us, and we ate. After eating, Grandfather said:

Grandfather: Go rest in the upstairs room, son. The AC downstairs isn’t working.

Hearing that, I went upstairs and lay down in the room next to my uncle’s. Mom was still downstairs. I fell asleep while using my phone. When I woke up in the evening,

I went downstairs. First I checked Grandfather’s room—he was sleeping. Mom wasn’t there, so I went to the next room. Mom was sleeping in a nightie.

Mom visits her parental home often, so she keeps some clothes there. That nightie was one of them. It was clinging tightly to her butt.

It was obvious she wasn’t wearing panties. As soon as I saw her butt, my cock saluted her. I started rubbing myself. After staring at her butt for a while, I lay down behind her.

I put my arm around her waist and held her from behind. My cock was now pressing hard against her butt. The moment I held her, Mom woke up immediately and turned her head to look at me.

Mom: My baby is awake.

Me: Yes, Mom. Grandfather is still sleeping.

I was pressed completely against her, my cock rubbing her butt. It felt amazing. I kept holding her for a while. Then she said:

Mom: Come on, son, get up now. I’ll make tea for everyone.

We both got up. Mom started making tea. We had tea with Grandfather. After tea, Grandfather asked about my studies, and we kept talking.

Then I went back to my room upstairs and started playing games on my phone. Time flew by. At 9 pm we had dinner. After dinner, Mom sat with Grandfather

and started talking about relatives. I got bored listening to them, so I went to my room and started watching a web series. I fell asleep while watching.

But a few hours later I woke up. It was 11:30 pm. I was thirsty, so I went downstairs quietly. When I came down,

Grandfather’s room light was on, but the door was closed. The room where Mom was sleeping was dark. I thought if I turned on the light, I might disturb Grandfather unnecessarily.

So without switching on any light, I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and drank water. I took a bottle and started going back to my room.

But then my cock told me: at least take one look at Mom’s butt. You have to listen to your cock. So I quietly entered Mom’s room. It was dark, but I could still see where everything was. Mom wasn’t on the bed.

I came out and started wondering where she had gone. She had been sleeping here in the afternoon. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a soft moan: “Aahhh.”

My ears perked up instantly. My eyes went straight to Grandfather’s room. Light was coming through the ventilator above the door. Hearing that sound made me want to look inside.

But the ventilator was too high. There was a window below it with curtains. Light was seeping through the gap between the curtains.

Seeing the light, I climbed onto the low wall beside the window and looked inside. The room was lit. As soon as my eyes fell on Grandfather’s bed, they nearly popped out.

Mom and Grandfather were completely naked on the bed. Mom was lying with her legs spread wide, and Grandfather’s thick cock was inside her pussy, moving in and out.

I had always heard about incest but never fully believed it. But today I realized incest really happens—and right in my own family. My mother was into incest.

She was letting her own father fuck her. Grandfather was thrusting hard, and his thick cock sliding in and out of Mom’s pussy was clearly visible. With every thrust, Mom’s huge breasts bounced up and down.

The pleasure of this fucking was clearly visible on Mom’s face. With every thrust, she made faces and soft “aahhh” sounds escaped her mouth.

This was the first time I was seeing my mother getting fucked—the thing I had always wanted to see. But I never imagined I would see her getting fucked by my own Grandfather.

My cock became extremely hard, but I couldn’t touch it because I was standing holding the wall. Grandfather kept pounding relentlessly. After a while, he lay down on Mom,

sucking her breasts while continuing to thrust. Mom put both hands on Grandfather’s butt, gripped it, and made him thrust faster.

Mom was completely shamelessly enjoying sex with Grandfather. It was clear this wasn’t new—they had been doing this for a long time. That’s why Mom was so open and uninhibited.

While thrusting, Grandfather started sucking Mom’s lips. Mom dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer. Grandfather kept pounding. Suddenly Mom let out a loud “Aah”

and held him tightly. But Grandfather didn’t stop—he kept thrusting and sucking her breasts. After a few more thrusts, Mom pulled Grandfather’s cock out of her pussy

and started stroking it fast. Grandfather’s cock was about 5–6 inches, but very thick. The head was glistening with Mom’s juices.

Mom stroked it only four or five times, and thick streams of cum shot out, landing on Mom’s breasts. Mom kept stroking until every drop was out.

When Grandfather finished cumming, he smiled at Mom. Mom smiled back. She lay there with her legs still spread. Grandfather picked up his vest

and wiped the cum from Mom’s belly and breasts. After cleaning her, he leaned down and they started sucking each other’s lips again. While kissing, Mom pushed Grandfather onto his side.

Grandfather turned toward her, resting his head on one hand and looking at her. Mom lay straight, also looking at him. Grandfather placed a hand on Mom’s breast and started squeezing it.

They were talking softly; I could barely hear. Grandfather said:

Grandfather: Good thing Ajay (Dad’s name) didn’t come this time. Otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten the chance.

Mom: Dad, you always need an excuse to fuck me. You act like it’s been ages since you last fucked me. We did it just a week ago at home.

Today Mom was shocking me again and again. Hearing such words from her mouth left me stunned. Now I understood why Grandfather visited our house every few days—to fuck Mom.

Grandfather: What can I do, daughter? I can’t live without you. I think about you every day. The moment I remember you, my cock gets hard. And then there’s my son-in-law—who has a wife like you but still can’t keep her satisfied.

Mom: Dad, you say the same thing every time. It’s useless. And honestly, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m happy the way I am. And you’re always there for me, so I have no complaints.

Hearing that, Grandfather started sucking Mom’s lips again. Mom responded eagerly. While kissing, Grandfather slid his hand down to Mom’s pussy and started rubbing it.

Mom grabbed Grandfather’s cock and started stroking it. Then Grandfather showed Mom the finger he had been using on her pussy. Mom smiled seeing it.

Grandfather got up and started kissing down Mom’s belly toward her pussy. Mom spread her legs wide. As soon as Grandfather reached her pussy,

Mom grabbed his head and pressed it against her. Grandfather started licking her pussy very gently. Mom caressed his head and pushed it harder into her.

Grandfather kept licking. Mom bit her lips. He was licking with so much love. I never thought a man of Grandfather’s age could eat pussy.

But seeing my own Grandfather doing it made me realize: once a man tastes pussy juice, no matter his age, he can’t stop licking. Grandfather kept licking, then raised his head and said:

Grandfather: Daughter, I’m eating your pussy while my grandson is sleeping upstairs. What if he wakes up? Everything will be ruined.

Mom: Dad, don’t worry about Veer (my name at home). He never wakes up at night. Once he’s asleep, he only wakes up in the morning.

Mom knew everything about my sleeping habits. She was right—I never woke up at night. But when you sleep in a new place, you don’t sleep as deeply as at home.

That’s what helped me today. Because my sleep broke, I got to watch Mom and Grandfather fucking. Mom pressed Grandfather’s head back into her pussy.

Grandfather resumed licking. After a while, he climbed on top of Mom and started kissing her lips again. Then Mom slid out from under him. Grandfather lay down on his back.

Mom started licking down his hairy chest, moving lower. When she reached his cock, she grabbed it and started stroking. Grandfather’s cock was fully hard again,

its thick head swollen and shiny. Mom stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head. She licked it lovingly.

Grandfather watched her with affection. While licking the head, Mom took the whole cock in her mouth. Grandfather enjoyed the blowjob. Mom sucked until it was rock hard.

After a while, Grandfather stood up. When his cock came out of Mom’s mouth, it was glistening with her saliva. Mom moved to the top of the bed.

She got on all fours in front of Grandfather and raised her butt high. Her fair, thick butt was right in front of him. Grandfather sat behind her butt and grabbed it with both hands.

He caressed her butt lovingly, then spat into her crack. I didn’t understand why. Then Mom said:

Mom: Dad, put it in gently.

Only then did I realize Grandfather was going to fuck Mom’s ass. He rubbed the spit over her asshole with his finger, then put some on his cock too.

He placed his cock at Mom’s asshole and slowly started pushing in. Mom’s face was down, so I couldn’t see her expression.

But it was clear this wasn’t the first time Grandfather was fucking Mom’s ass. I have no idea how long this has been going on or how many times he has fucked her ass.

Otherwise, no woman would agree to take such a thick cock in her ass the first time. Grandfather gently slid his entire cock into Mom’s ass.

I could clearly see it disappear inside. He grabbed her butt and started thrusting. When the whole cock was in,

Mom lifted her head. She stayed on her hands and knees with eyes closed, enjoying the thrusts. Her huge breasts swung freely in the air.

With every thrust, they slapped against each other. Grandfather grabbed both breasts and started squeezing them while thrusting. Mom was clearly enjoying it.

The room echoed with the “thap thap” sounds that reached me too. Along with those sounds came Mom’s soft “aah” moans. Grandfather paused sometimes while thrusting.

It looked like Mom’s tight ass might make him cum quickly, but he was controlling himself. He fucked her ass for about 10–12 minutes with pauses.

Finally he came, collapsing on Mom and shooting all his cum deep inside her ass. For his age, Grandfather had fucked really well—holding out that long in such a tight ass was impressive.

After cumming, he pulled out, wiped his cock with his vest, and lay down beside Mom. Mom rested her head on his chest. Grandfather’s hand was on her back, gently caressing it.

They lay quietly. I was tired from standing, so I climbed down from the wall. As soon as my feet touched the ground, my hand went to my cock—it was painfully hard. I started stroking.

Then I thought someone was coming out of Grandfather’s room, so I quickly ran to my room and lay down. When no one came after a while, I went back down.

This time the light in Grandfather’s room was off. So I quietly returned to my room. But sleep was gone from my eyes. The scene of Mom and Grandfather fucking kept replaying.

My cock felt like it would burst. Thinking about Mom getting fucked, I started jerking off. In my mind I only saw Grandfather’s cock going in and out of Mom’s pussy.

I kept stroking until I came. But even after cumming, my cock stayed hard. Mom’s pussy wouldn’t leave my thoughts. I kept seeing Mom and Grandfather fucking.

Lying on the bed, all I could think about was them. When I had seen Mom’s shaved pussy before, I thought she kept it clean for Dad. But now I knew

she kept it clean for Grandfather—he was the one satisfying her. Thinking all this, I finally fell asleep. I woke up at 8 am.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I quietly went downstairs. My eyes went straight to the kitchen. Mom was standing there rolling out parathas. Grandfather was standing behind her.

I looked carefully—Grandfather’s hands were on Mom’s butt, kneading it while she cooked. Mom kept telling him to stop, but he would squeeze her butt or breasts anyway.

Mom: Dad, you never have enough. You can’t even digest food without troubling me.

Grandfather: Daughter, you’ll leave soon and I’ll be alone again. At least let me enjoy while you’re here.

Mom: Dad, when have I ever stopped you? I’m only stopping you because Veer is sleeping upstairs.

Grandfather: I just checked on him. He’s fast asleep, don’t worry.

Grandfather kept touching her. I watched for a while, then went up a few steps and came down making noise with my feet. I walked straight into the kitchen.

When I entered, Grandfather moved away from Mom. They looked at each other. Today Mom’s face had a different glow—the glow of being well-fucked last night.

Mom: You’re awake, son.

Me: Yes, Mom. What are you making?

Mom: Potato parathas. Go wash up quickly and have breakfast. We have to leave soon too.

Me: Grandfather, have you eaten?

Grandfather: No, son. Wash up, we’ll eat together.

I went to wash up. Grandfather started talking to Mom again. A little later Mom served breakfast for me and Grandfather. After we ate, she brought her own plate and ate with us.

After breakfast we talked for a while. An hour later we started getting ready to leave. Grandfather hugged me and gave me 2000 rupees. I went outside and started taking out my bike.

But going outside was just an excuse so Grandfather could say proper goodbye to Mom. I quickly took the bike out and went back to check. I peeked and saw Grandfather sucking Mom’s lips. Mom was kissing him back.

I called out to Mom and pretended to enter, so Grandfather let her go. Then Mom pressed herself against him in front of me. Grandfather held her in his arms.

If I hadn’t seen them fucking last night, I would have thought a father was just hugging his daughter. But now I knew they were enjoying each other.

After hugging for a while, Mom stepped back. Grandfather opened his cupboard and took out a polybag with a box inside—probably a suit or saree. He gave it to Mom.

Grandfather: Here, I got this for you. Forgot to give it yesterday.

Mom: Dad, there was no need. I already have so many sarees.

Grandfather: Just keep it. You don’t come here that often.

Grandfather was hinting at something I didn’t understand. But I knew the box didn’t contain just a suit. After the suit, he also gave Mom 10,000 rupees, which she put in her purse. Then we started leaving.

Mom: Dad, I’ve cooked food for you. Eat on time and take care of yourself.

Grandfather: You take care of yourself, daughter. And keep visiting. It makes me happy.

Me: Grandfather, you should also come stay with us sometimes. You only visit briefly.

Grandfather visits our house every 8–10 days and always brings food items. But now I knew the food was just an excuse—his real purpose was to fuck Mom.

Grandfather: Okay, son, next time I’ll definitely stay longer. You take care of yourself and your mother.

Me: Yes, Grandfather, I always take care of Mom. (And now I’ll take care of her pussy and ass too.) (I said in my mind).

We said goodbye to Grandfather and left for home. I had decided: just like Grandfather, I would also fuck Mom. When Grandfather wasn’t around, I would satisfy Mom’s pussy.

The whole ride home I only thought about Mom. My cock stayed hard the entire way. Finally we reached home. Mom opened the lock and we went inside.

As soon as we entered, Mom put the polybag on the sofa and went straight to the bathroom. The moment she went in, I grabbed the polybag to see what Grandfather had given her.

Inside was a box. When I opened it, there was a red net bra and panty set, and underneath it a saree. Seeing the sexy lingerie made my cock even harder.

I imagined Mom wearing that bra and panty—she looked devastating. I quickly closed the box, put it back in the bag, and sat on the sofa. Mom came out just then.

Me: Mom, what did Grandfather give you?

Mom: Son, he gave me a saree.

Me: Mom, show me too. Let me see what kind of saree Grandfather gave you.

Mom panicked because she knew there was more than just a saree.

Mom: What will you do seeing my saree? Go rest, I’ll cook something in a bit.

While talking to me, Mom called Grandfather to tell him we reached home safely. Then I went to my room and started thinking about Mom and Grandfather’s relationship.

How did their sexual relationship start? Could Grandfather actually be my real father and no one knows? So many questions were running through my mind with no answers.

I kept wondering what must have happened that made Mom spread her legs for Grandfather and start satisfying her desires with him. Can Dad not satisfy Mom?

Is that why she turned to Grandfather? I kept stroking my cock thinking about all this. Dad has a bad temper and doesn’t give Mom the love every woman needs.

Maybe that’s why she started fucking Grandfather. I’ve seen Mom naked many times, but I’ve never seen her having sex with Dad.

Just hearing Dad’s name scared me, so how could I watch them fuck? I kept thinking all this. Then Mom called me for lunch. She had changed into a maxi.

Her big breasts and nipples were clearly visible through it. While eating, I only stared at Mom. Today she looked completely different. Usually her face looked sad.

But today there was a pink glow on her face. It was clear how important physical satisfaction is for a woman. A woman who gets it always has happiness on her face.

Just like on Mom’s face right now. And I had never seen that happiness when Dad was around. After lunch I went to my room and started thinking about how to convince Mom to have sex with me.

I could easily blackmail her and fuck her, but that wouldn’t make her enjoy it. I wanted Mom to enjoy it exactly the way she did with Grandfather—completely open and shameless.

The whole day passed thinking about Mom. In the evening Dad came home. We had dinner and went to our rooms. When everything was quiet, I quietly got up

and went to the gallery outside Dad’s room where the AC was fitted—the place where I had made a hole to watch Mom changing clothes.

I looked inside: Mom and Dad were sleeping. Seeing them asleep, I went back to my room and slept. Mom wakes me every morning. I had shown her my hard cock before,

but this morning was different. Before, I only enjoyed a little. But today I wanted to fuck her. So I woke up early and made sure my cock was fully hard.

When Mom came in, her eyes immediately went to my cock. Seeing it hard, she came closer, gently stroked my head, and woke me up lovingly.

I got ready and left for college. When Dad was home, Mom behaved completely normally. She didn’t even talk to Grandfather on the phone. Five or six days passed like that. I started showing Mom my cock more and enjoying her reactions.

But it had no effect on her—she still saw me only as her son. But I was dying to fuck her.

Every day I thought about how to start talking to her about it, but I only thought and did nothing. In those 5–6 days I checked on Mom and Dad every night. They were always just sleeping.

Dad didn’t even look at Mom properly, let alone fuck her. My cock was desperate to fuck Mom. Every day I looked at her sensual body

and my cock kept saying: your mother’s pussy is very thirsty. There’s no harm in fucking her. I kept thinking only about Mom, but nothing was moving forward.

Then the day came when I decided I would talk to Mom directly. This was 8 days after Raksha Bandhan. That day when I came home from college, I saw Grandfather’s car parked outside.

I rang the bell immediately. After a while Mom opened the gate. She was wearing a maxi, her hair slightly messy, and she looked very happy.

It was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the maxi. I went inside quietly. As soon as I entered, I saw Grandfather sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, he said:

Grandfather: My boy is home! You come so late.

Me: Yes, Grandfather, sometimes it gets late.

Grandfather: Look, I brought mangoes for you. You love them, right?

There were two crates of mangoes on the table. But I knew the mangoes were just an excuse. He had really come to suck Mom’s two big mangoes and feed her his thick banana. Then Mom came in.

Mom: Go change quickly, son. Then we’ll eat.

Hearing Mom, I went to my room and started changing. But Mom’s face kept flashing in my mind. I was sure Grandfather had fucked her thoroughly before I arrived.

That’s why she looked so satisfied and glowing from the fucking. I was jealous of Grandfather—he kept fucking my mother while I could only jerk off thinking about her.

I knew their huge secret but still couldn’t do anything. Then I decided: tomorrow I will talk to Mom so she sees me as a man, not just her son.

So she talks openly with me, tells me about her and Grandfather’s fucking, and then my own progress can begin. I kept imagining how Grandfather must have fucked Mom before I came home

and how many times he must have made her cum. I was jealous, but also happy that at least Grandfather was giving her the pleasure Dad couldn’t.

But now I wanted to fuck Mom too. Hints weren’t going to work anymore—I had already tried that. And Mom probably knew I rubbed my cock on her butt,

but since I’m her son, she didn’t think badly of it. So now I had to talk to her directly. I changed and came out. Then we sat down to eat.

At the dining table Grandfather kept staring at Mom, and Mom was smiling faintly. After eating, Grandfather stayed a little longer, then left for home. Mom and I went to our rooms.

Mom went to her room and slept. In the evening Dad came home. He saw the mango crates and Mom told him Grandfather had brought them. We had dinner and went to our rooms.

Every night I woke up hoping I might see Mom and Dad fucking. But every night they were just sleeping.

Seeing Dad and Mom made one thing clear: Mom turned to Grandfather because of Dad’s coldness. Only Mom knows the full truth—and I was going to ask her tomorrow.

Then I went to sleep. Early morning Mom came to wake me. My cock was hard. As soon as she entered, her eyes went to it. I knew she would just leave after seeing it—and that’s what happened.

She woke me and left. Then I went to college.
The morning after Grandfather’s last visit, Dad left for the office as usual. I sat in the living room, palms damp, rehearsing the words until Mom walked in with tea. She wore a pale-blue cotton saree, the pallu slightly displaced, her face still soft and glowing from the day before. She set the cups down and was about to retreat when I spoke.

“Mom… please sit. I need to tell you something important.”

She lowered herself onto the sofa, eyes already anxious. I met her gaze steadily.

“That night at Grandfather’s house, I never actually slept. I saw everything. You and him. Every single moment.”

The cup slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor. She covered her mouth, eyes wide with horror, tears instantly spilling over.

“Veer… no… please tell me you didn’t see…” Her voice cracked into a sob. “I’ll die of shame… please, beta, promise me you’ll never speak of this to anyone… I beg you…”

I knelt in front of her, drew her trembling body into my arms, and let her cry against my chest.

“I’m not angry, Mom,” I whispered, stroking her hair gently. “I’m jealous. Grandfather gets to hold you, to love you, to make you feel wanted. Why can’t I? I’m your son. I love you more than anyone ever could.”

She sobbed harder. “This is wrong… so terribly wrong… I’m your mother…”

“Dad hasn’t touched you in years. You’re lonely. I see it every day. Grandfather can’t be here all the time. But I’m here, Mom. Every single night. Let me take care of you.”

She cried for nearly an hour, shaking in my arms. When the tears finally slowed, she whispered, voice tiny and broken, “I’m so frightened, beta… I don’t know what to do…”

I kissed the top of her head. “Just let me love you. That’s all I ask.”

The next two mornings I slept only in thin cotton boxers.

The first morning she saw the obvious bulge, blushed crimson, and fled the room.

The second morning I caught her wrist gently before she could escape.

“Mom… this happens every morning because of you. Please… just help me a little.”

She stood frozen for a long moment, then sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the floor. After a trembling silence she began rubbing through the fabric—slow, frightened strokes.

“Is this… enough?” she whispered.

“Yes, Mom… thank you… please don’t stop…”

She kept her gaze down, moving her hand hesitantly until I groaned and came. She snatched her hand away and hurried out.

From the fourth day onward she stopped fleeing.

Every morning and every night, once Dad’s snores filled the house, she would quietly open my door, slip inside, and sit on the bed without a word—waiting for my soft “please.”

At first it was only over the cloth.

On the fifth night she took a deep, shaky breath and slowly pulled my boxers down to my thighs. She stared for a long moment, then wrapped her soft fingers around me—lightly, hesitantly, as though afraid she might hurt me.

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” she whispered, beginning the slowest possible strokes from base to tip, her thumb barely brushing the head each time it glistened.

“You’re perfect, Mom… please keep going…”

She obeyed, her grip gradually growing a little surer, though still gentle and uncertain. Each session she waited for my quiet plea before she began, surrendering only because I asked.

On the eighth night, after another slow handjob, she leaned down without being told and pressed a single, trembling kiss to the tip. Then another. Then she parted her lips and took just the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing slightly.

“Mom… please… a little more…”

She closed her eyes, let me guide her head gently, and began to suck—soft, tentative pulls, her tongue barely moving at first. When I came, she swallowed hesitantly, coughing once, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand and whispered, “Now sleep, beta.”

After almost two weeks of nightly handjobs and oral—always initiated by my quiet, desperate “please,” always performed with shy compliance—I could no longer bear the ache.

That night, after she finished with her mouth and tried to leave, I caught her wrist.

“Mom… I can’t do this anymore. I need to be inside you. I’m begging you. Just once. Please.”

Fresh tears filled her eyes. She shook her head, voice breaking.

“Veer… no… we can’t cross that final line… it’s the ultimate sin…”

“I dream about you every single night. I’ll go mad if I can’t have you completely. Please, Mom. Just once.”

She cried silently for a long time, then finally whispered, “Only once. Only tonight. After this you must never, ever ask again. Promise me.”

The next evening Dad had night shift.

As soon as his car left, Mom appeared in my doorway wearing only her thin white cotton nightie. She closed the door, hands trembling violently, and slowly lifted the nightie over her head. She stood naked, arms crossed over her breasts at first, then let them drop, tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Only once,” she repeated, voice barely audible.

I drew her gently to the bed and kissed her—slow, deep kisses that made her whimper and melt against me. She lay back, eyes closed, surrendering completely to whatever I wanted.

I kissed down her neck, cupped her breasts, sucked each nipple gently until she arched and let out a soft, helpless moan.

“Veer… we really shouldn’t… oh God… I can’t stop you…”

I parted her thighs and tasted her—slow, reverent licks until she clutched the sheets and came with a muffled cry.

Then I moved above her, placed myself at her entrance.

“Mom… I’m going in now…”

She nodded, tears streaming. “Slowly, beta… be gentle with your mother…”

I pushed in—inch by slow inch—watching her face the entire time. She was impossibly warm and tight around me.

“Veer… you’re inside me… my own son is inside his mother…”

I began moving—slow, deep strokes.

“Only once…” she kept whispering, even as her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips rose to meet me. “Only this one time… oh… I can’t believe this is happening… please be gentle…”

We made love three times that night—slow missionary while she cried softly, then again with me on top because she was too shy to move, and finally from behind with her face buried in the pillow, muffling her helpless cries.

When we collapsed, drenched in sweat, she curled against my chest and whispered again, “Only once… remember your promise…”

Five nights later my door opened quietly in the dark.

Mom slipped inside, already naked, eyes glistening with tears and desperate need.

“I tried,” she whispered, voice thick with shame. “I tried so hard to stay away… but my body won’t let me. Please, beta… I need you inside me again… I can’t fight it anymore…”

She lay back on my bed and opened her legs—surrendering completely, waiting for me to take her.

From that night on we made love almost every day—she never took the lead, never demanded, but the moment I touched her or whispered “please,” she melted instantly, whispering “yes, beta… whatever you want…”

One night, after I had filled her twice, I held her close and asked softly,

“Mom… when did it really start with Grandfather?”

She was silent for a long time, then began speaking in a low, trembling voice.

“I was nineteen. Grandma had just passed away. Grandfather was utterly broken—he barely ate, barely spoke. I stayed there to take care of him. I was young, my body always restless, always needing touch. One night he came to my room, crying. I held him. He kissed my forehead in gratitude… then my cheeks… then suddenly his hands were on my breasts. I didn’t stop him. That night he took my virginity—slowly, gently—on the bed he had shared with Grandma. After that, every time I visited home we made love. It felt like the only way we could comfort each other.”

She traced slow circles on my chest.

“When I got married, he made me swear on his life—no more. He said a married woman belongs only to her husband. I promised. I kept that promise for years. But your father lost interest completely after the first year. Months turned into years without a single touch. I felt like I was dying inside. One day I went to Grandfather’s house and just broke down in his arms. He asked what was wrong. I told him everything. Then I knelt in front of him and begged—literally begged—‘Papa, please love your daughter again. I can’t live without it.’ He tried to refuse, but I opened his clothes and took him in my mouth, and he finally gave in. We made love on the floor that day, and we never stopped again.”

Three weeks later, a quiet Saturday afternoon. Dad was at the office.

I had Mom on the wide sofa in the living room, her nightie pushed up to her waist, moving inside her with slow, deep strokes while she clutched my shoulders and whispered brokenly, “Yes, beta… whatever you need…”

The front door suddenly opened without warning.

Grandfather stepped in, keys still in his hand, and froze.

For a long moment no one moved. Mom’s eyes flew open in pure terror. She tried to push me away, but I was too deep inside her. A strangled cry escaped her throat.

Grandfather closed the door quietly behind him, set down his bag, and simply looked at us—calm, unsurprised, almost sad.

Mom burst into tears, covering her face. “Papa… I’m so sorry… please don’t hate us…”

I pulled out slowly and grabbed a cushion to cover myself, burning with shame.

Grandfather raised a hand gently. “Stop. Both of you. Sit down.”

We obeyed like children. Mom clutched her nightie around herself, trembling violently.

Grandfather sat opposite us, folded his hands, and spoke in a low, steady voice.

“I am not angry. I suspected something like this might happen one day. Tell me the truth—why did this start?”

Mom sobbed, barely able to speak. “He… he saw us that night at your house… he knew everything… he was jealous… and I was so weak… he begged and begged… I tried to resist but I couldn’t… I’m so sorry, Papa…”

I hung my head. “I love her. I couldn’t bear seeing her lonely. I’m sorry, Grandfather.”

Grandfather sighed deeply, a lifetime of weariness in that sound.

“Listen to me carefully. I am an old man. I won’t be here forever. My visits will become fewer. I have always known that one day she would need someone else to love her the way she deserves. If that someone is her own son—who loves her more than any stranger ever could—then so be it.”

Mom looked up, stunned. “Papa… you’re not angry?”

He shook his head slowly. “How can I be angry when I did the same thing years ago? Blood looks after blood. That is our way.”

He turned to me. “But you must both swear—on my life—this stays inside these walls. No one else must ever know. Not your father, not friends, not anyone. Promise me.”

We both nodded frantically. “We promise,” we whispered together.

Grandfather stood, placed a hand on each of our heads like a blessing.

“Then love each other well. Keep her happy when I cannot. That is all I ask.”

He picked up his bag again. “I will come again next week. Until then, take care of her.”

He walked out as quietly as he had entered, leaving us trembling in each other’s arms—ashamed, relieved, and bound together forever by the old man’s calm acceptance.