'm Varun 19 tall athletic guy, from a traditional Brahmin family. My mom Parvathi, a stunning 37-year-old with full, curvy hips and a tight waist, always makes others' heads turn. It all started a year back when one day, I came home and saw the bedroom door half-open. Before I could call out, she stepped out, naked, her skin glistening with water. Her round breasts and smooth curves set my body on fire. I couldn't look away, my eyes glued to her dripping, bare skin.
The internet fed my dirty thoughts. I read forbidden stories online, and my lust for her grew wild, unstoppable. My dad works far away at a cement factory. He only comes home once a month, but this time, work kept him away. It was just me and Mom, so she decided we'd visit our ancestral temple near the forest for family rituals. I was thrilled--alone with her, my mind buzzing with naughty ideas.
She wore a tight red silk saree, hugging her curves perfectly. As we walked, sunlight glowed on her bare waist, teasing me. My eyes followed her swaying hips, and a hard, aching need grew inside me, wanting her closer, wanting more.
At the secluded temple, its bold carvings sparked my imagination--picturing her in those sinful poses. She sat to offer prasadam, and I stared at her back, longing to wrap my arms around her. She called me to join her, and I wished it was an invitation for something hotter. Later, she suggested tossing coins into the nearby pond and taking a dip.
"Time for some fun!" I said, my voice hiding my wicked thoughts.
The pond was clear from recent rain, empty of visitors. After three dips, Mom's saree clung to her, see-through, showing every curve. Her full breasts and hips drove me wild, my gaze burning with heat. She was ready to leave, but I splashed water on her.
"Come on, don't be naughty!" she laughed, her voice teasing.
I kept splashing, wanting her to stay, her wet body driving me crazy. But she smiled and said, "It's getting late, we should go." As she slipped into the minivan to change, the spacious back--perfect for a quick nap--gave me a teasing view. Her bare back and the curve of her breasts begged to be touched. I turned away before she caught me staring. When she stepped out in a fresh saree, I slid inside to change, while she moved to the passenger seat.
Dark clouds loomed, and a soft drizzle began. I packed up, ready to hit the road.
"It's gonna rain heavily," Mom said, her voice soft.
"No problem, Mom," I said, keeping my tone smooth. "Once we pass the mountain, the highway's right there."
But I didn't want to leave. The rain and cool air made this spot feel like our secret, perfect for getting Mom in a naughty mood. I drove slow, pretending the dirt road was too slick. Water rushed down the cliff, loud and wild, and I saw Mom's eyes widen for a second.
"This road's no good," I said, acting worried.
She bit her lip, looking nervous. "It's getting dark, and I don't know another way."
I held up my phone. "No signal either. Should we go back to the temple?"
She shook her head. "That road's all mud now. Too risky."
"Yeah," I said, leaning closer, my eyes tracing the way the damp fabric stuck to her skin. "This spot's bad too. Wanna stay here tonight? Wait for the rain to end?"
Mom nodded, her breath quick, the saree slipping to show more of her soft skin. "Okay, let's park and rest."
My heart pounded, not from the road but from the wicked plan in my mind. I wanted to see her body again, wet and bare. As the rain turned into a heavy downpour, I pulled the van under a big tree, pretending it stalled. I stepped out into the storm, letting the rain soak me, my clothes sticking to my body. I popped the hood, acting like I was checking the engine, water dripping down my face.
"Varun, what's wrong?" Mom called, stepping out of the van. The rain hit her instantly, drenching her saree. The thin silk turned see-through, hugging her full breasts and curvy hips, showing every inch of her body. My breath caught, my pants tightening as I stared at her wet, glowing skin.
"Just a loose connection," I lied, pretending to fiddle with the wires, my eyes stealing glances at her. "I fixed it, Ma. Get back inside." But I didn't want her to. I wanted to keep staring at her soaked body, the rain making her look like a forbidden fantasy.
"Oh, Varun, I'm soaked through!" she gasped, looking down at her clinging saree, her cheeks flushed.
"And we don't have another saree--I already used the spare at the pond!" Her voice was shaky, her body shivering in the cold rain, making her curves even more tempting.
"Don't worry, Ma," I said, my voice low, hiding the heat surging through me. "Let's get inside the van. We'll figure it out." I guided her back to the van, my hand brushing her wet arm, sending a jolt through me. My mind raced with dirty thoughts, my plan coming together--she was wet, cold, and stuck with me in this small, private space.
Inside the van, the air was thick with tension. Mom shivered, her wet saree sticking to her like a second skin, showing every curve. "It's so cold, Varun," she said, her teeth chattering, her eyes wide and worried. "How am I supposed to dry off?"
My heart raced, my body aching with need. This was my chance. "We've got the bed in the back," I said, my voice husky, pointing to the spacious minivan bed. "We can warm up there. I'll help you, Ma." My words were innocent, but my mind was filthy, picturing her pressed against me, her wet body close.
She hesitated, her eyes meeting mine, a spark in them that made my dick throb. "Okay," she said softly, climbing to the back, her saree clinging to her ass as she moved. I followed, my pulse pounding, every step closer to her fueling my dirty plan. The rain hammered outside, trapping us in this hot, forbidden moment.
In the back, she sat on the bed, shivering, her wet saree outlining her tits and hips. "Varun, what do we do?" she asked, her voice soft, almost pleading. I slid closer, my thigh brushing hers, the heat of her body making me hard. "We'll share warmth," I said, my voice low, daring. "Like this." I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, her wet curves pressing against me. Her breath hitched, and I felt her tremble--not just from the cold.
"Varun..." she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted. My hand rested on her waist, feeling the wet silk, imagining sliding it off. My cock strained against my pants, and I leaned in, the air between us electric. "Let me warm you up, Ma," I murmured, my lips close to her ear, my dirty thoughts ready to spill over into something more.
Mom's eyes widened at my words, her face flushed with worry. I didn't wait for her to respond. With a quick tug, I peeled off my wet shirt and pants, standing naked in the dim light of the van. My body was slick from the rain, and my hard dick twitched, impossible to hide. She gasped, her voice shaky. "Varun beta, what are you doing?"
"We can't stay warm in these wet clothes, Ma," I said, my voice low and daring, my eyes locked on her. Her gaze flicked down to my erection, her cheeks burning red. She couldn't speak, but her wide eyes and parted lips screamed shock--and maybe something else that made my pulse race.
"Come on, Ma, you'll catch a cold," I said, stepping closer, acting like I was just worried for her. Inside, my mind was filthy, buzzing with want. She froze, torn between thinking I was innocent or a total pervert. My hands moved to her shoulders, my fingers brushing her wet saree. With a slow, deliberate pull, I tugged the saree pallu down, letting it slip to reveal her massive breasts, barely held by her tight, soaked blouse. The thin fabric clung to her, showing every curve, her nipples hard against it.
She gasped, her hands flying to cover her cleavage, her voice trembling. "No, beta, no... I... can't." Her eyes met mine, nervous but soft, caught in the moment. I leaned in, my breath hot on her cheek. "It's okay, Ma, it's just me. We'll stay warm together," I whispered, my voice thick with lust, my hands still on her shoulders, feeling her tremble under my touch. Her hands shook, slipping slightly from her chest, and I could see the outline of her curves, begging to be touched.
I leaned closer, my eyes locked on her cleavage, her head turned away, her mind wrestling with confusion. I slid to the back of the van, bent over, and placed my hands on her waist, pulling her gently toward me. My dick brushed her back as I hugged her tight, her body pressed against mine, warm and soft. She placed her hands on mine, trying to push them away, but the heat between us made her hesitate. "Varun, what are you doing? This is... wrong," she whispered, her voice low, almost lost in the rain's roar.
Mom was feeling the heat of the dick against her back, pressed tight between us. My hands slid up, brushing her wet blouse, her body trembling under my touch. She grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but her grip was weak, her body betraying her. "Varun, no... this is a sin," she murmured, her voice soft, barely audible over the storm. I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear, kissing her neck softly. "It's just nature, Ma, Let me warm you up."
I turned wild, gently turning her face toward me. Her eyes met mine, wide and unsure, sparkling with something hot. My lips are close to hers. Slowly, she parted her lips, and I didn't wait--I pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, tasting her, my tongue exploring with hungry need. The kiss was wild, like we were lovers lost in desperate lust.
My mind screamed with luck, swearing to make every second count. Minutes passed, our mouths locked, licking, tasting, forgetting everything but the heat. Maa melted into it, her body soft against mine, her values fading under the fire of her needs. Maybe she was missing this kind of passion. Maybe she craved this, her life missing this kind of passion. Her mangalsutra dangled between us, I gently lifted it, my fingers brushing her skin. "Let's not let anything get in our way, Maa," I whispered, setting it aside
My hand slid to her waist, tracing the edge of her wet, still clinging to her. I tugged at the fabric, loosening it slightly, not looking, lost in the fire of our moment. Her pussy was warm, inviting, and I could feel her tremble under my touch. Shockwaves ran through her body, her lips parting in a soft gasp. The needs of a woman seemed to pull her closer, blinding her to everything but the heat between us.
"Mwah mwah mwah," the sounds of our kisses filled the van, blending with the storm's wild roar outside. My hands gripped her waist, lifting her gently until her body pressed tight against me, her curves hovering above the bed, her ass brushing my thighs. My dickstirred, aching, as I shifted her closer, I hit her pussy every time I tightened my dick. "Varun..." she moaned softly, her voice trembling, torn between hesitation and a burning surrender.
I pulled her closer, my lips teasing her neck with slow, hungry kisses. "Just feel it, Maa," I whispered, my voice low and thick with desire, my hands tracing her curves, holding her tight. The van was our secret world, the rain trapping us in this pulsing, electric moment. Her body melted into mine, her breath quickening, and I felt her falling deeper into the same wild, forbidden need that consumed me.
I released one of her boobs, took my dick in one hand and guided it into my moms pussy and whispered into my mom's ears "Don't worry Maa, it's just exploring its birth place". I shifted my legs to the far end of the van, bracing for support, and eased her gently on top of me, her body pressing against mine in the tight van. My dick was trying hard to enter my maa's pussy but her inactive sex life made it harder to do its job.
Mom moaned softly, "hmmm hmmm," her voice trembling as she tried to embrace the long-forgotten mix of pain and pleasure. My dick finally managed to enter into her. She leaned in, kissing me fiercely, her lips hungry, like a goddess lost in the heat of the moment. My dick started to drill her increasing speed with each thrust her soft moans turned started to increase "aaah aaah aaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaaaah" she too started to enjoy her sons dick with every thrust. She gripped my sides with her legs and hands, moving with me, her body urging me deeper.
"Aaah aaah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" the van shook with our rhythm, her lusty moans filling the space, drowning out the storm's roar. All I could think was my dream woman, my mom, was lost in this moment with me, her passion making me feel alive. Usually whenever I imagine my mom and fap I wouldn't be able to last longer. Now couldn't stop her hard moans making even more horny. She was holding my hands on her boobs, telling me to crush them while My dick was grinding her pussy walls.
We wanted this moment to freeze, to never end. For the next few minutes my mother's pussy took me to heaven and suddenly my dick left a huge amount of sperm into my birth hole. She was immersed in the warm touch of dick in her walls. I collapsed with my mother, embracing her body, crushing her huge boobs. My dick was still in her pussy still shooting small amounts of sperm.
My dick was still hard, refusing to back down so I left it to relax in her tight walls. We both felt a familiar rush--lust, relaxation, relief flooding through us.
Me: "This is the best moment of my life, baby. Did you feel it too?"
Baby: "I'm happy if you're happy," she said softly, her voice warm, her eyes glowing in the dim van.
Me: "I want us both to feel this forever," I said, my voice thick with need.
Baby: "What? What do you mean?" she asked, her breath catching, a mix of worry and want in her eyes.
Me: "You know what I mean, Mom. I've dreamed of this since I was young. I want this every day. I want to be with you like this always."
Baby: "Varun, really? But we can't... society wouldn't allow it," she whispered, her voice trembling
Me: "Society doesn't matter. My happiness is you," I said, my heart racing, my words bold.
I cupped her face gently, planting a soft kiss that deepened into a hungry lip lock, our breaths mixing in the heat of the van. I pulled back suddenly, teasing her.
Baby: "Don't stop, Varun... not now," she murmured, her voice low, her eyes burning with surrender.
Me: "Don't worry mom, I won't stop" I said, a smirk playing on my lips.
She gave a sly smile, her body relaxing against mine, the rain outside sealing our forbidden moment.
I rolled with her, sliding her to my side, still holding her close, I placed my half erect dick in her pussy. I buried my face between her two wonderful, milky, soft breasts like a baby, but this time it was wild and lusty. I was trying to drink milk but it was lust I was getting. We stayed locked in that embrace, our bodies relaxing, my hands gently caressing her curves and tracing her soft skin, savoring every touch.
Exhausted from the long day, we had finally quenched my long hunger with moms hot body. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I even had wet dreams of fucking her again that night, my mind lost in her.
Morning the sun's bright light spilling through the windshield. I opened the van's back door, and warm rays fell on mom, waking her. She stepped out, standing beside me, both of us naked and tired. I slid my hand to her waist, pulling her close, my tongue exploring her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, the sunlight warming our skin as the lust in me sparked again.
She spoke with a shy smile, "Son, you're an animal." My lust flared again. "Yea Mom, this animal is hungry for your sexy body," I said, my voice thick with desire. She chuckled, letting me pull her close for a moment, her warmth teasing me, before pushing me back with a playful shove on my chest.
She tried to look serious, her eyes glinting. "We need to get out of here first, I'm starving," she said. I laughed, leaning in. "That's why i want to eat your pussy with my dick" I teased, trying to kiss her again. But she insisted, her voice firm, "We better move fast." I grinned, thinking I'd need energy for another wild session with her, and decided to leave. I started the engine, spreading our wet clothes on the dashboard to dry. "We can drive a bit before the clothes were dry," I said. She looked shy, hesitant about being bare, but I reassured her, "No one's around until we reach the highway."
I handed her the only dry towel to cover up. After driving for a while, we neared the highway and pulled over in a hidden spot where no one would see us. I popped the hood to grab the dry clothes. Mom stepped to the front of the van, still naked, reaching for her saree on the hood, about to dress, but I was tempted and unable to control the sexual urges in front of the naked beauty held her from behind.
Mom: "I know you're hungry for sex, I am surprised you managed to control this far," she said, her voice soft but teasing.
She kept her hands on the hood and signalled me to have my fun with her. I pulled my dick and kept it in her glory hole and banged her like a dog. I was like a mad dog fucking my own mom with joy. After a few minutes I shot my sperm again into her tight pussy and we dressed up fast. After this I was able to give break to my sex urges until we reached home. We grabbed food on the way and called my dad once we had a signal. For the next month I was banging my mom like a newly married wife and we acted normal when father used to come by.