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Incest Success Story
by Masala (address withheld)

***

A horny young man begins an incestuous relationship with 
his lonely South Asian mother in a small Texas town. 
Rather than causing problems, their father/son love 
affair makes their lives better than ever. (F/M-teen, 
underage, inc, oral, anal)

***

Ever since my father died when I was ten years old, I 
have always been very close to my mother, or Maa as I 
call her. Both of my parents emigrated from India, with 
my then middle-aged father coming first. He worked hard 
and eventually became the owner of a motel in a small 
town in the Southwestern United States. My mother came 
later and was only nineteen when she arrived in the U.S. 
as the result of a marriage arranged by the families 
back home. 

My mother, an intelligent young woman, was initially 
terrified by the drastic cultural changes she 
experienced when she first arrived, but she committed 
herself to making the best of her life in a new country 
with a man she barely knew. 

Running a motel is small dusty town along the interstate 
was not easy or glamorous, but it provided an adequate 
living and soon I came along. When I was six, my father 
died of a heart attack, leaving my mother with the 
responsibility of running the motel and caring for me. 
Against the advice of her family, my attractive twenty-
five year old mother didn't sell the motel and move with 
me back to India, nor did she seek the confines of 
another arranged marriage. 

Instead, she dedicated herself completely to raising and 
steadily improving the operations of the motel until it 
became the lodging of choice for passing truckers and 
salesmen. Since no other South Asians lived within fifty 
miles of our motel, my mother quickly adopted American 
clothing and habits. Throughout my childhood, I remember 
overhearing the friendly flirtations of numerous men who 
passed through, but she always politely turned down 
their advances.

By age sixteen, I had become a tall, gangly and an 
outstanding student with aspirations of attending an 
ivy-league school with dreams of becoming a doctor. I 
would do anything to escape this dead end town, where 
most of the residents were either farmers or ranchers. I 
led a fairly solitary life consisting of school, 
homework and chores around the motel. 

My Maa and I lived in a small, neat apartment created by 
joining two of the motel rooms, so I never had the 
advantage of playmates living nearby to entertain me. My 
darker complexion set me apart from the rest of the kids 
at school, and as a result, I saw myself as being very 
different from the other kids my age in this small town.

Maa was everything to me, and since we lived in tight 
quarters, we spent a great deal of time together in the 
evenings. Even at a young age, I remember thinking of 
her as the most beautiful woman in the world, with her 
long black hair, golden brown skin, white straight teeth 
and very large almond shaped eyes. 

In the evenings before bed, she would emerge from the 
bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel that barely 
concealed her girlish figure and would apply lotion to 
her supple, unblemished arms and legs. Even at a young 
age, I remember the slight rush of excitement every time 
I would see her remove her towel and quickly pull a 
nightgown over her head. Usually it was just a flash of 
her backside, but sometimes I would see the radiant 
profile of her pert upturned breasts, her flat stomach 
and the slight fuzz of her pubic hair with the light of 
the bathroom illuminating her from behind. 

As I became an adolescent, my Maa's exhibitionist 
tendencies were curtailed significantly, but I still was 
rewarded with an occasional flash of nudity when I 
entered the room. For years we'd slept in the same bed, 
but she added a bed next to hers for me to sleep in as I 
approached adolescence. Nevertheless, my sexual 
fantasies revolved around her, the stuff I'd seen on the 
internet, and occasional x-rated pay per view movies 
which I was able to occasionally see in one of our 
vacant rooms. 

The older I got, the more urgent my need for sexual 
release seemed to get. It got to a point that it seemed 
to be all I could think about, and walked around with a 
perpetual half-erection. I began to plot how I could get 
my Maa to have sex with me, inventing a series of 
reasons that we should sleep together in the same bed 
again. First I complained that the bed gave me a 
backache, then I claimed to be cold and snuggled with 
her as I pretended to shiver. Gradually, she relented 
and I was soon sleeping next to her on a regular basis. 

After she fell asleep, I would wait until I could hear 
her deep steady breathing. At this point, I was able to 
very gradually and cautiously explore her body with my 
hands, knees and cock. I was able to caress her firm ass 
through the fabric of her nightgown and sometimes just 
her panties when the nightgown had ridden up enough. 
Occasionally, feigning an inadvertent movement in my 
sleep, I was able to reach over her side and nestle my 
hand against her breasts, delicately brushing my fingers 
over her nightgown and feeling her erect nipples hiding 
beneath. 

As time passed, I began to feel more expert in my 
movements, and was gradually able to monitor her 
breathing and gauge when she was in a deep enough sleep 
to touch her pussy from behind, feeling the delicate 
folds through the thin cotton panties with my 
fingertips. I liked to imagine that my caresses were 
influencing her dreams, and I once heard a slight moan 
emit from her as I touched her between her legs. 

When I was feeling particularly bold, I would gently 
guide my throbbing cock to the crack in her ass which 
lay facing me, and I was able to make microscopic 
movements which often led me to mind-blowing orgasms, 
all the while listening to the gentle rise and fall of 
my Maa's breathing. I would lay there with a puddle of 
cum in my pyjama pants until my cock gradually receded, 
and I would go the bathroom to clean up the mess I'd 
made. 

One night in the middle of one of my middle of the night 
explorations of my mother's body, I felt her body 
suddenly go stiff, and her voice sounded in a startled 
but sleepy whisper, "what are you doing?" She rolled 
over in bed, and in the half light of the room, I could 
see a flash of anger in her eyes. There really was 
nothing I could say, and the tremendous bulge in my 
shorts would have contradicted any excuse I might have 
been able to invent at that moment. 

I'd been caught in the act. 

Knowing that my life was about to make a dramatic 
change, I was devastated by the thought that I might 
never be able to sleep with her again. Even though I 
hadn't cried in years, I found myself bursting into 
tears and blurting, "I love you Maa, I've always loved 
you." 

This must have presented an awkward predicament for her 
as well, with her sixteen year old son in her bed, 
blubbering like a baby, but with the half-erect penis of 
a man. Perhaps my Maa realized at that moment that a 
strong rebuff by her might result in the breaking in the 
strong emotional bond that had always existed between 
us, and she might find herself alone and miserable. 

What happened next was as uncharacteristic of her as it 
was of me; she too burst in to tears, and we ended up 
embracing one another as we knelt on the bed sobbing on 
one another's shoulder. From there, our emotions morphed 
gradually into passion, first with her kissing me on the 
side of my face as she whispered, "I'm so sorry, I'm so 
sorry," over and over in my ear and me replying in kind, 
"Me too Maa, me too," to kisses on the lips. 

After that, I don't know who did it first, we began to 
remove one another's clothes and we collapsed on to the 
bed together with our nude bodies pressing urgently 
against one another. From there, it was clear that there 
was no turning back, and I was soon pumping my cock in 
and out of my mother's drenched pussy. Being that it was 
my first sexual encounter, mixed with the fear that my 
Maa would stop me before I could finish, it wasn't long 
before I was gushing cum deep inside her womb. 

Thankfully, Maa seemed to be equally interested in 
getting fucked, and was gratefully reciprocating my 
thrusts with her own even after I'd come. We then lay 
locked in a hot embrace, and it was just few minutes 
later that my cock returned to its fully erect state of 
excitement and we were again making love. 

This time I was able to take my time working to please 
my mother. It dawned on me that she hadn't had sex for 
the past ten years and was eager to make up for lost 
time, even if it was with her horny son. Together, we 
found a rhythm that seemed to elicit the greatest 
pleasure, judging from her moans, and I was pleased with 
myself when I felt her body go rigid, then shudder in 
pleasure as she gasped, "Don't stop, don't stop!" 

A few minutes later, I felt a tingling wave signaling my 
own inevitable climax, and I was pumping my second load 
of the night into her welcoming pussy. We spent the rest 
of the night in each other's arms. The next morning, I 
awoke to the realization that sex was just inches away, 
and I eased over to her nude backside and rubbed my cock 
at the warm entrance. Moments later I was moving in and 
out of her in a piston-like fashion before dumping yet 
another load into her in mutual ecstasy. 

That morning at school I couldn't help but beam from ear 
to ear at the sheer joy of my newfound sexual 
experience. In a most uncharacteristic fashion, I hardly 
paid attention to what was being said in class, instead 
reflecting on the sexual exploits from the night before, 
causing me to have a semi-erect penis the entire day. 

I could hardly wait to get off the bus after school and 
see my lovely mother again. The little bell clanged as I 
pushed through the glass doors of the office, where, as 
always, my smartly dressed and coiffed mother sat behind 
the counter. Though we were alone in the office, my 
mother behaved as nothing had happened the night before 
as she asked, "how was school today?" I circled around 
the counter and hidden from view of the street, I 
brazenly eased my bulging cock against the back of her 
skirt covered ass seated on a crotch level stool and 
tried to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, she spun in her seat 
and looked at me with a fierce expression which bordered 
on anger. "Don't you ever touch me like that in public, 
do you understand?" 

I sheepishly withdrew from her, realizing that our 
behavior the night before was not only considered 
universally immoral but also illegal. From then on, the 
unspoken rule was that outside of our private quarters, 
we were to act like mother and son. No one was to ever 
know. Ever. 

That evening, after she was relieved by the night clerk 
minding the desk, she returned to our room in her 
graceful manner, shutting and locking the door behind 
her. I'd hurried to finish all of my homework in 
anticipation of her return. Once the door was closed, 
her expression changed from her unemotional business 
face to a naughty smile that signaled to me that the 
night before was not just a dream. 

My Maa was a determined woman. As with her decision to 
run a motel on her own, once she committed herself to 
something, she did it without looking back. With this 
same intensity, she kicked off her heels as she 
approached me seated in an armchair and straddled my 
lap. Wordlessly, she removed some pins, shook her head 
from side to side, and her long lustrous hair flowed 
down over her shoulders. I wasted no time and gently 
unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom, revealing her 
nicely proportioned breasts encased in a modest but 
still rather sexy lace trimmed bra. 

"You need to be careful with how you touch your mother 
in public," scolded my Maa gently. 

"I wouldn't do it if it wasn't so hard to resist you," I 
replied as I began massaging her globes through the 
sheer fabric. 

She reached behind her with both hands and unclasped her 
bra, presenting me with a close up view of her dark 
stiffening nipples. Wasting no time, I began licking and 
sucking them, and I could tell that she was enjoying it 
almost as much as I was. As I fumbled with my hands 
trying to unzip her skirt, she stood up to remove it. 

She glanced down at my cock raging against my jeans, and 
she knelt in front of me, unbuckling my belt and easing 
my pants down to my ankles along with my undershorts. In 
a most un-motherly way, she grasped the base of my cock 
and began licking from my balls all the way to the tip. 
I found out later that my father, her only previous 
sexual partner, found anything other than the most 
conventional sexual positions to be dirty and perverted. 

I guess my Maa wasn't about to allow me to have the same 
boring ideas as my father, instead teaching me early on 
how good a good cock-sucking could be. I certainly was 
open to all new opportunities for experimentation, and 
enjoyed her willingness to pleasure me with her lips, 
tongue and delicate fingers. 

The feeling, combined with the visual display of her big 
brown eyes shining up at me as she slurped on my penis, 
and I soon emptied a healthy glob into her mouth. She 
seemed to enjoy swallowing every salty drop. Again, as 
had happened the night before, now that I had come once, 
I possessed a greater level of self-control. 

We changed positions, and I knelt between her legs, 
discovering that I too enjoyed using my lips, tongue and 
fingers to bring my mother off with one wrenching wave 
of orgasm after another. When I finally finished my 
pleasurable task, I surveyed the beautiful pussy before 
me, with its dark labia spread open, swollen with 
excitement. Atop it lay a dark, manicured bush of pubic 
hair which looked like a darker, more exotic version of 
the pussies of the women I'd seen in pornographic videos 
on the internet. 

As time passed, our relationship continued to deepen and 
I felt a greater love for her than ever. Incest is 
normally portrayed as causing harm to all involved, 
though in our case, nothing could be further from the 
truth. I was happy, my grades were better than ever, and 
my teachers and classmates seemed to find me more 
engaging and friendly than ever before. Knowing that my 
emotional and sexual needs were going to be fulfilled, I 
was a much more outgoing person. A nice girl who sat 
next to me in Calculus even invited me to a dance. 

My Maa seemed to benefit from our relationship as well. 
She was always an attractive, rather exotic looking 
woman, but now she seemed to radiate beauty and men 
seemed to be more interested than ever in taking her out 
to dinner. Maybe it was just for me, but she began 
getting her nails done more frequently, getting her hair 
trimmed, and taking a bit more time with her makeup. 

I also noticed that she began newer, slightly sexier 
panties and bras which accentuated her trim body. While 
they were still hardly outrageous or provocative to 
anyone who saw her fully clothed; nevertheless they 
showed that she was interested in what she looked like 
when her clothes were removed.

Our sex life continued to develop and become more 
experimental. One night when we were in a sixty-nine 
position with me on the bottom and her on tip, I was 
presented with her beautiful, dark puckered anus before 
me. As I slowly licked my way up her pussy, I gingerly 
continued up until my tongue flicked across this 
forbidden region and then slowly circled her puckered 
hole several times.

Half expecting her to scold me or pull away, she 
responded with a moan of delight instead. I proceeded to 
gently spread her ass and give her a thorough licking of 
her ass as she mashed it against my hungry mouth. 
Surprisingly, the taste of her ass was not altogether 
unpleasant, but the thought that this was not exactly 
sanitary seemed to excite me more than ever. 

I lubed up my middle finger with her pussy juices, then 
slowly worked it fully in to her ass as I returned my 
attentions to pleasuring her pussy with my tongue. Soon 
she was thrusting uncontrollably and her thighs began to 
spasm on either side of my head, signaling a violent 
climax which lasted several minutes. This experience 
made me realize how much I'd been neglecting her ass, 
and we soon incorporated anal sex in to our 
relationship. 

She particularly enjoyed me fucking her ass doggy style 
as a second course of our evening exploits. There was a 
full length mirror across from our bed, and we enjoyed 
being able to see one another's expressions as I pounded 
her from behind. I guess that once you are already 
having sex with your mother, committing one more taboo 
is just a minor occurrence. Soon, I found that her 
tongue poking in to my ass was highly pleasurable as 
well, though I wasn't ready for anything bigger. 

On the day that I received my early acceptance letter 
along with a generous scholarship to the college of my 
dreams, we both knew that our lives were going to change 
in drastic ways. I would be moving to Boston in the 
fall, leaving my mom behind. It was with mutual sadness 
when we discussed how we would survive apart from one 
another, but it was decided that we would have to allow 
us to see other people when I left. 

The first month and a half away from Maa were some of 
the most difficult in my brief life. Yet, one day I met 
Anya, a gorgeously tall, blonde Dutch girl in one of my 
classes, and we were soon spending our nights together 
making love in her tiny apartment or in my dorm room. 

My mother seemed happy for me, and she was soon dating a 
nice man who was ten years her senior. She inferred that 
sex between them was good, but nothing compared to the 
fire we shared. When I returned home for Christmas, it 
was with some uncertainty how I was supposed to behave 
around my Maa. 

When she picked me up at the airport, she kissed me in a 
motherly way and embraced me the same as she always had 
done. I dropped my luggage inside the door of our 
apartment. I settled into an armchair while surveying my 
mother as she locked the door behind her. Then, she 
approached where I was sitting with a smile gradually 
emerging on her face. Without ever breaking contact with 
her glistening, doe-like eyes, she dropped to her knees 
before me, unzipped my jeans and gently placed my 
stiffening cock between her full, moist lips. All my 
doubts disappeared. It was good to be home again. 

Years went by and I ultimately ended up in medical 
school. We both maintained solid relationships with 
other people, but we both sensed that our relationship 
would never change. 

Even now, she is married and I am dating another doctor 
who is also in her residency. In spite of the 
complications presented by our other partners, we always 
manage to find a way to steal away and briefly rekindle 
the forbidden passion we have for one another. 

Ultimately, incest has been a good experience for me and 
for my Maa, though I cannot universally recommend it for 
everyone. I suspect that we will continue our secretive 
relationship forever. 

At least I hope so.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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