Mamma’s Cute Little Son

All the characters in this story are above the age of eighteen and figments of author's imagination. Peace. Slow burn.

A Subtle Nod

There was a lot to say after that chance discovery of Rocky's secret journal. Komal was now acutely aware of a man under the same roof as her. All these days she thought that she was Rocky's biological mother. That he would never entertain any inappropriate thoughts about her.

But all that had changed. Her son was fully grown up. He had a crush on her. His mother. If they truth be told, she was flattered. She had deluded herself into believing that she was past her prime and that men were no longer interested in her.

With the latest developments everything had altered radically. Komal held a magnet like pull. Her beauty was able to sweep men off their feet. What should she do? What should be her next move? She did not want her son to feel awkward around her. She did not want him to feel guilty. It was natural for him to feel attracted to his gorgeous mother.

The heart of the matter was Komal was bored of this routine life. She wanted some fun. She wanted some excitement no matter how forbidden. Nobody would find out. What happened between the four walls of her bedroom would remain between the four walls of her bedroom.

As if on a cue, the garland hung around photo frame of Vikram -- her late husband - fell down waking Komal from her reverie. The wind had picked up. She had forgotten to close the windows. Startled, she looked up at the ever smiling face of Vikram staring down at her from the wall mounted photo frame.

Komal noticed the change of expressions on her husband's face. She heard him whisper into her ears, "Our son deserves the best. You are the right person to initiate him into the nitty-gritty of sexual pleasure. I will be watching you both from up there. Go right ahead. You have my blessings, my love. It will be a powerful homage to our bond of all these decades. Enjoy." Komal noticed Vikram winking at her from the photo frame.

She broke into cold sweat. What did just happen? Komal was a modern woman who did not believe in ghosts. Her husband was dead. How could he come alive and ask her to indulge herself in debauchery with their only son? It was all wrong. She was over imagining things. She was hallucinating. She must control herself.

**

Rocky was nervous with excitement. He was trying to detect changes -- however subtle -- into his sexy mom's behaviour. On the surface nothing had changed. She continued to shower him with love and affection. In his heart of hearts Rocky knew that his mom had gone through his secret journal tucked underneath a pillow in his room. That she had read everything from the first page to the last. That she knew everything. That she was aware that he had hots for his mom whom he would like to make happy in bed.

Two weeks had passed since that episode when he had found his mom on the bed in his room. Everything had gone as per the plan. The story of a lonely and beautiful single mother widowed at a young age. Bravery and determination of a widowed mother who raised her son against all odds. A coming of age story of a talented son gifted with good looks. Son's inability to establish intimacy with members of opposite sex since he grew up adoring his mom.

He had made the first move. Now the ball was in his mom's court. What would happen next? Would his mom realise that she must stop wasting her youth immediately and invite her handsome son to her bed so as to make a fresh beginning. He knew that his dad would watch them from up there and give them his blessings since his mom had sacrificed a lot at the altar of love. Enough was enough.

Rocky was ready to wait patiently. He knew that an opportunity would present itself. He continued to pay more attention to his mom. He started complimenting her on her dressing style, hair style and cooking. He kept reiterating that he was glad that she was his mom and as a single mom she was doing a perfect job of making him into a responsible and caring man. Rocky's manhood was out of control. He was all the time busy stripping his mom naked with his eyes.

**

An Opportunity

On the dining table during dinner Komal and Rocky talked animatedly about the rising incidents of crimes against women. Komal was happy to learn that her son respected women and was angry at the overall treatment of women in the society.

After dinner together they did the dishes and retired into their respective rooms.

Once inside his room Rocky jumped onto the bed and took out his rock solid manhood. His mom was looking drop dead gorgeous with black track pants and a white t-shirt revealing her deep belly button. Her mom's tummy was not flat. It had a small pouch.

While doing the dishes he had noticed that she was wearing pink panties and a white bra. Her back was turned to him at the kitchen sink. While scrubbing the dishes, she was jiggling her wide buttocks deliberately. Rocky was sure. She wanted to tease him. His plan was working albeit with a slow pace.

He was not aware that his sexy mom was outside his room peeping from key hole to find out what her handsome son was up to after teasing him for close to two hours with her sexy t-shirt and tight fitting track pants that hugged around her wide buttocks seductively.

Her son was well endowed. He was running his fingers all over his erect penis. Komal was seeing a real tool for the first time in decades. She was grateful for her son to leave the lights on while playing with his erection. It was time for the second act to begin before her horny son shot his load off and tired himself to sleep. The night had just started as far as Komal - whose vagina was so wet that her panties were soaked -- was concerned.

**

Rocky was fantasising about her mom's sublime buttocks. He remembered that contact with her buttocks while giving her a rub. His body ached for that rub. He wanted to be able to touch his mom's backside once again in his life. He wanted to savour that touch forever. He murmured, "Maa, I am here for you. Do let me know in case you need anything. I am just a message away."

As if on a cue Rocky's smartphone vibrated. There was a WhatsApp message from his mom in whose honour he was playing with his penis and trying to give himself pleasure.

"Son, if you are still awake, mind stepping into my room? I think I can do with a back rub tonight. My back is acting up."

Rocky could not believe his eyes. He hurriedly returned his throbbing manhood into his shorts and jumped out of his bed.

**

A Sexy Back Rub

Rocky soon found himself seated on his mom's bed. His erection was hurting him. But he ignored it. He knew that this back rub would fuel his fantasy and he was going to have a memorable time after this godsend back rub.

His mom was lying on her stomach underneath a soft quilt in a dimly lit bedroom. He wondered what she was now wearing. Had she removed those lovely track pants? Wondering he started a back rub through the quilt.

"No, my son. Make yourself comfortable. You should not hesitate like this. Remove this quilt. Give me proper back rub. I am sore. Make your mom feel alright, will you?"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Rocky slowly pulled the quilt aside. He saw that his mom had not changed her sexy outfit. He began to press her back. The moment his palm touched her back, she let out a moan.

"Maa, are you alright? Am I putting too much pressure?"

"No. Not at all. You are doing it properly. I moaned out of delight. Now focus on the job. No more talking. Just press my back."

"Fine, mom."

Rocky noticed her mom relaxing, smiling and closing her eyes. His devilish mind instantly began to plan to feel up her mom's larger than life buttocks if she drifted away to sleep. His heart was in his mouth with his hard as wooden penis ready to tear through his Peter England shorts.

At the same time, Komal was ecstatic. She had seen a pulsating and thirsty manhood with a shiny top for the first time in decades. Her vagina was revolting. Her clit was throbbing. Her nipples were hard. She lay there even as her mind conjured up images of Rocky's ramrod straight penis nestled between her meaty thighs. Her legs wide spread. Her cleanly shaven vagina oozing juice. Rocky's condom covered penis touching her clit and sending waves of forbidden pleasure into her entire body. Komal lifting her buttocks to guide Rocky's manhood into the hole responsible for his existence on earth. This entire experience felt sublime.

When Rocky's fingers and palms began to venture into her no-go zones, she realised that a thin barrier lay between decency and debauchery. It was just a matter of minutes before the dam of lust burst open and engulfed them in its frenzy.

"What happened, Rocky? Are you tired? I can feel you are dull tonight."

Rocky was surprised to hear his mom's voice. He wanted her to feel relaxed and sleep off so that he could put in motion his dirty plan.

"Nothing like that, Maa. I am just worried about you. Back pain needs consultation and prescription from an orthopaedic. Are you alright?"

"Yes. I am indeed alright. You give me a back rub. You press my lower back. I should be fine. Am I bothering you?"

"Not at all, Maa. I love to do things for you. I am glad that you asked me to do this. Thanks."

"I must say thanks to you. You take care of your old mom so much."

"I do not think that you should call yourself old. You are excellent, Maa. You are evergreen. You are extremely young and pretty."

"Stop flattering me. Concentrate on the job, will you?"

"Sure, Maa. But I stand my ground. What I said is cent per cent true without an iota of flattery."

"Give a gentle rub to my lower back. All the tension is down there to be honest." She said, biting her lower lip.

Rocky's groin was on fire at the mention of the phrase "all the tension down there". What did she mean? Was she enjoying my gentle rub? Did she want me to go further down and press her buttocks? Was it some kind of green signal? Rocky thought with his member pulsating and trying to break free.

Rocky placed both his palms on his mom's wide, meaty and shapely buttocks and waited for her response. His heart had stopped beating. He sensed some tension underneath his palms. It was a make or break moment. If his mom lost her cool and accused him of touching her inappropriately, he was doomed. The relationship between a mother and son would be screwed up forever.

That said, without taking risk he could not fulfil his fantasies. It was necessary to improvise at this juncture.

"Yes. This is it. Even my buttocks are hurting from sitting all day long. Give them a good rub, son. You are on the right track."

Rocky heaved a sigh of relief. His tool was bursting out of his shorts. He began to caress his mom's buttocks. She let out a moan indicating that he was turning her on. She did not ask him to stop.

Rocky was surprised that her mom had taken off those pink panties. He was able to feel her buttocks underneath his palms through track pants. His eyes caught pink panties lying in a bunch in one of the corners of her mom's bedroom.

Suddenly an idea occurred to him. Was it possible that the way he was aroused after the dish-washing session at the kitchen sink she was aroused?

Was it possible that the way he jumped onto his bed soon after that session she did likewise and her inability to satisfy herself forced her to message him to come in and give her a back rub?

Was this back pain a mere eye wash? Was she sexually aroused and looking up to him to satisfy her?

What else could explain the presence of bunched up panties in that corner and mention of tension down there? Were these all subtle hints or was he reading too much?

What should he do?

Rocky traced her ass crack with his fingers and stopped at her inner thighs. The game was up. No longer the pretence of back pain was needed. She wanted him as passionately as he wanted her.

"Rocky, may I ask something?"

Rocky's hands froze. His heart beats gathered pace. His mouth fell wide open. He instinctively knew what was coming.

"What is it, Maa? Am I hurting you?" He could manage to mumble.

"Not at all. Your palms are magical."

"Am I giving you relief from the back pain?"

"Yes, you are, my son."

"Ask me your question now." He said, once again circling her ass crack with his finger. His confidence had grown by leaps and bounds.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, Maa. I look for you in girls. They do not make them like that anymore. Alas!"

"Come on. Tell the truth."

"I am telling you the truth, Maa."

"Okay. I think that I must straightway come to the point."

Komal flipped the switch on bathing the bedroom in the glow of LED lights. She turned around and sat up. Rocky's mouth fell wide open when he realised that her mom was wearing nothing underneath her white t shirt and her erect nipples were poking through the paper thin material.

She took Rocky's hand and placed it on her thighs. They both looked into each other's eyes. They remained in this position for two minutes that seemed like an eternity. Rocky's heartbeats were totally out of control at this critical juncture. His erection had deserted him out of feelings of anxiety.

Finally, Komal cleared her throat and asked, "Who is Shreya, my son?"

"I do not know what you are talking about. I do not know who Shreya is."

"If you tell the truth, our future will be bright." Komal said, eyeing Rocky's crotch.

He blurted, "I am sorry, Maa. Shreya is the figment of my imagination. I do not have a girlfriend. I have been in love with you and you alone. This is it. There I said it. I love you, Maa."

The moment these words left Rocky's mouth, with a loud blast in the distance lights went out and the rains started pouring down heavily.

**

Final Permission

Komal lit up candles with trembling hands. Rocky was relieved. Her mom had not lost her cool and grown hysterical.

Her calm and composed demeanour. Her graceful manners. Her ability to understand her son's taboo feelings for her. They were making Rocky fall in love with his fairy like mom more deeply.

They both stood in front of Vikram's photo frame with hands folded.

Komal said, "Vikram darling, our son wants to say something. Please take a listen." With this she looked at Rocky and said, "Over to you now."

"Hello Papa, I trust that you are doing well up there. We miss you a lot. Papa, I know that you are great and I can never replace you. Maa loves you with all her heart and soul. That said, I want to do something good for her as a token of appreciation for raising me single-handedly. I promise to keep Maa very happy. I will never hurt her, Papa. Please grant me your permission."

Silence hung in air as they both continued to look up at Vikram's smiling face peering down from the photo frame. Their hearts were racing even as they waited to receive Vikram's permission with bated breath.

They stood there motionless. Suddenly the lights came back on and expressions on Vikram's face changed. He was nodding and smiling broadly from the photo frame. Nothing was left to chance. It was clear that the mother son duo had blessings from Vikram who kept tabs on them from up there.

Both the freshly turned lovers heaved a massive sigh of relief.

**

Coitus

The mother-son duo was back on sexy Komal's bed.

They had played it safe.

They did not want to hurt the late Vikram's feelings. They had performed a ritual to obtain permission from the dead that could not speak. It was pure symbolism. But they loved to do it since they did not want to earn the wrath of the late Vikram lest whose posthumous curses might ruin their carnal pleasure.

Rocky was raring to go. He had waited for this dream-come-true moment for a long time. Now that it was finally here his heart beats were topsy-turvy. He was both excited and nervous at the same time.

He was about to give his gorgeous Maa unlimited, unrestricted and plentiful pleasure. The society looked down upon it as a taboo pleasure. It was prohibited. It was forbidden. It was called incest.

But who cared for all these niceties and political correctness when Komal -- as hot as a N-Bomb - was starving for sex. She would devour his hard as wood tool for the years to come now. Rocky and Komal were cunning as fox. They had cleared all the hurdles thus paving way for a grand golden night that was minutes away.

It was time to envelope hungry bodies into the miasma of lust. Komal's bedroom was the playground on which Rocky would show off his sexual prowess. Komal was giddy. She was grinning from ear to ear. She had invested in her future. Now everything was about to pay off handsomely. The world was at her feet.

"Let us go slow. We should have step by step approach." She said, caressing Rocky's thighs with her slender finger.

"I love you, Maa." Rocky said, kissing Komal's hands and fingers.

"Wait. As I said, let us not be in a hurry. We must be absolutely sure of what we are doing and going to do."

"I am with you, Maa. I surrender myself. Do with me as you wish. I belong to you hook, line and sinker."

"Rocky, look me into my eyes and give your reply. You know what we are about to do with each other. Our act can have repercussions in future. Can you live with the burden on your chest rest of your life? You are going to have Sexual Intercourse with your mother. Is it fine? Are you comfortable with this reality?"

"I will call you Komal from now on. To the outside world you are my mother and I am your son. We will continue to behave just like before. A doting mom. A caring son. That's all. When we are home alone and especially when we are inside the four walls of your bedroom behind closed doors, we are lovers. You are Komal to me and I am your toy boy. Do as you wish. I am all yours, Komal."

"Thanks, my sweetheart." Komal said, handing over a string to Rocky tied to a folded cloth hanging from the ceiling.

Rocky knew what it was. He gave a slight tug and the cloth came unfolded showering the freshly minted lovers with rose petals. "Oh my God, Komal. I love you madly."

Even before they knew, they were in a tight embrace with their lips probing the mouths and tongues trying to match the pace with which two lovers were trying to whip up passion. Komal and Rocky were made for each other. Komal wanted to film their maiden coitus on her smartphone for posterity. It was mounted on a tripod with a video shooting mode on facing the bed. Rocky did not mind. He had surrendered himself to Komal. He wanted to please her by doing whatever she wanted him to do.

It was time to go for the kill. Komal went on her knees and placed her hand on the waistband of Rocky's shorts. They looked at each other for a moment. Rocky's erection was back. Komal was acutely aware of a pulsating penis inches away from her hungry lips.

She slowly pulled down Rocky's shorts only to free his long and thick manhood glistening with moisturiser -- a precursor to semen. She said, "Darling, I have always wanted this piece of rock solid meat in my mouth, between my legs and between the cheeks of my backside. But I know that you are excited. I saw you getting turned on at our dish washing ritual at the kitchen sink following dinner. I would love to give you a fellatio if that's alright with you?"

"Komal, do you mean to say that you want to give me a blow job?"

"Shhhhhh.... Darling, let us not use foul language. Your dad is watching us from the heaven. He is strict as far as the language is concerned. He will never approve of any swear words. I want to make him happy. He will get excited even as I give you a fellatio."

"Sorry, Komal. No foul language. No swear words. I will keep this in mind. Please give me fellatio. It has been my dream to see your fingers wrapped around my manhood. It has been my fantasy to receive a fellatio from these sexy lips. Let us not waste any more time. Come on."