Chocking Experience
Copyright© 2026 by Dustumisti
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Based on real life experience of how a mother's effort of bringing her son out of a chocking situation led to physical intimacy between them
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual True Story Incest Mother Son First
This is a story about how an incident led to physical intimacy with my eighteen year old son. We had moved to a new apartment on the south eastern suburb of the city, a few months back. After shifting to the apartment, which was on the eleventh floor of the tower, and had settled down a bit, my husband, who is in merchant navy, reported for duty. He would do a longer stint this time, as he wanted to be home, when Rahul, our only child and son, would write his board exam.
This left me, and Rahul alone in the apartment. Since this was a newly constructed tower, not all apartment owners had moved in as yet. There were no occupants above eighth floor, other than us, and one more family on the sixteenth.
On that fateful night, we had finished our dinner, and after finishing the chores, I retired to my bedroom to change and get ready for the bed. As in any other days, Rahul would study for quite sometime in the lobby and would then go to sleep in his room.
I took off my saree and went to the toilet. After freshening up, I came back to the room and stood in front of the dressing table and took off the blouse. I started applying the night creams and lotions while critically observing my thirty six year old body.
I had quite a handful of breast, which thankfully hadn’t started to sag, almost a flat tummy and a bountiful bum. As I slipped off the bra, and turned to the dresser to pick up my nighty, I suddenly remembered one of my friend’s comment that I had a dollar figure and smiled. I untied the strings of my petticoat and started pushing it off my waist. It was then, that I heard a horrible wheezing and gasping sound from the lobby.
Pulling up the petticoat, to cover my breasts, I peeped out from my room and saw that Rahul, was choking horribly. He was trying frantically to get back his breath and his eyes were almost popping out.
Letting out a shriek and clutching the petticoat over my breasts with one hand, I ran out of my room and started patting and rubbing Rahul on his back vigorously. Millions of terrifying thoughts flashed through my mind. What if, he doesn’t come out of the choke? What if, he passes away? What would I tell my husband then? How would I live? I saw some nuts lying on the dining table and understood that he must be having them while studying and must have swallowed the skin of the nuts wrong way.
I was still shrieking and patting him on the back. After few seconds of my patting and rubbing, Rahul seemed to be coming out of the choke but still was not able to breathe properly. He gasped for water and I ran to get him a glass. After he had a sip, I pulled him to the divan and made him lie face down on my lap and continued the patting and rubbing on the back.
Very slowly, Rahul came out of the choke but started trembling. He must have had a terrible experience of not being able to breathe. He slowly put his arms around my waist and pressed his face on my tummy. It was then, that I realised to my dismay, that I was stark naked.
As I frantically looked for my petticoat, I saw it lying on the floor near the water dispenser in the dining area. I must have let go of it, when I was filling up the glass to run back quickly to Rahul. And I never wore panties below the petticoat, while at home. A sense of despair engulfed me, as I furtively looked at the door of the apartment to check that it was closed. My eyes then darted to the windows to check whether the curtains were drawn, nor that it mattered, as there were no towers on this side of the room, and nobody would be able to peep in through the eleventh floor window.
Satisfied, that we were safe from other prying eyes, I resigned to the fact that I was nude, in full glare of LED lights, and my son’s head was on my lap, and his arms were around my bare waist. The tension that was there when he was choking, started to seep out and I said a silent prayer to the God, thanking him that nothing more serious had happened.
I now again concentrated back on Rahul. He was still trembling. I started caressing him and running my fingers through his hairs. I was holding and pressing his head to my body with the other hand. As I bend down to kiss his forehead, his face came in contact with my breast, and the left nipple, which was engorged due to all these tensions, touched his lips. A thousand volt of electricity seemed to pass through me, but I do not know till this date, why I did not straighten up immediately, but instead pressed further, on his lips.