Amma buried her face in my chest and whispered, “Oh Sai, the first duty of every wife is to bear a child for her husband. I will be so glad to become pregnant by you, son. I am in a fertile period too, and my womb is ready for your seed”. That night, before mother and I slipped into sleep exhausted at four in the morning, I came into my mother’s eager cunt ten times so that we could have our first incestuous child as soon as possible.
From that time on,n we tried to spend every opportunity with each other. Whenever we were alone,ne Ammas would be the one to first make sexual overtures. She was at her sexual peak and constantly horny- I know because when I pulled her petticoat off, she was already sopping wet. I was proud when she told me shyly that she would get wet just thinking of me, and that nobody had excited her that way.
Sometimes we were so crazy for each other that we took risks. One time, while the family was down in the living room, I noticed that Amma had gone to the bathroom upstairs. I went upstairs and silently opened the bathroom door.
Amma had not locked it. She was peeing. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Before she could say anything,g I pulled her off the commode, ripped out some toilet paper, cleaned her up, turned her around, bent her over the commode, and entered her from behind.
“Honey,y someone may come up,” she whispered. But I ignored her. I fucked until we both climaxed. I then pulled her petticoat up and would not allow her to clean herself up. We did not get caught.
But for the rest of the day I knew Amma had sticky petticoat and it was my semen dripping out of her cunt. I remember one night I woke up horny. I wanted Amma bad. So I very silently crept to myparents’s bedroom. They were both asleep. I knew that father was drunk and fast asleep.
Amma was sleeping by his side with the covers thrown back. She looked extremely sexy. I went up to her and shook her awake. When she did, I motioned to her to keep quiet. I whispered that I wanted to see her in my room and left. A
bout two minutes later she was in my room. As I pushed her onto my bed and I undressed. Saii, I know I am your wife,e and I should come to you whenever you need me, but we should not take unnecessary risks like your to my bedroom,” she scolded.
I cut off any further protest by kissing her. I pulled Amma’s dress up and began to eat her. In no time, I had Amma wet and excited. I moved on top and entered her womanhood and proceeded to make love to her.
Later that night, when she left my room, her face glowing with sexual joy, Amma said, “Sai, whenever you want me, just do like what you did. Come to our room and shake me, and I will come here to your bed, and we will enjoy. Ok?” I was thrilled.
But next night, at bedtime, Amma came with her bed to my room with a beaming smile on her face. “I told your father that since he is drunk every day, I cannot stand the smell all night, and so I am going to be sleeping in your room from now on. He did not mind.
So here I am, all yours for the whole night every night”. I grabbed her and showered kisses on her and said, “Amma, now we can really be the married couple we are”, and started making passionate love. Three weeks after our wedding, after our first love session of the night, mother shyly whispered to me that she had missed her period. We waited anxiously the next few days. When Amma missed her period again, we were overjoyed.
Amma was pregnant!! For the next eight months, it was a daily thrill for me watching mother move about with her pregnant belly, glowing with that special pride that women get when they are carrying, now with the added joy of being pregnant with her own son’s child. Then one day I was in the delivery ward in the hospital as Amma beamed with pride holding a lovely baby girl – the product of our incestuous marriage.
She named the girl Anjali because she was my daughter. The love between me and Amma became more intense after we had the baby. Amma wanted us to live like the real husband-wife-daughter family we were. She asked me to get a job in another town, which I did. We moved there, leaving father with his drinks in our native town. We still maintain the mother-son relationship outside the house.
But inside the house, we are husband and wife. I call Amma by her name, and the baby calls me father, which is what Amma wants. It’s good that Amma is a highly sexed woman; hence she doesn’t mind the fact that I am constantly kissing, caressing, and undressing her. We average at least two fucks a day.
Some days, I ask her to be naked the whole day, and she happily goes about the day-to-day activities like cooking, washing, etc., completely naked, and we make love several times during the day.
With all that love-making, Amma is pregnant with our second child. The joy of living in married intimacy with your mother is something that can be felt only by actual experience. Amma and I hope all young sons out there get the chance to experience that joy. Actually, this is a real story.
