A boy has parents of two different religions who split up when the boy was only eight. He meets his long-lost mother again when he is nineteen, and he slowly falls in love with her. (F/M-teen, inc, voy, India)

I am the son of a Muslim man, while my mother is a Hindu. A marriage between people of two different religions is not common in India, but sometimes such marriages do happen. My parents’ marriage surely had its problems. First, my mother tried to settle down with my father’s family but failed. Then, my father tried to settle down with my mother’s family but failed. In the end, they decided to split up.

At the time of divorce, I was only eight. My father took me with him, and my mother started living with her parents in her native town. She belonged to a middle-class family in Kerala. My father soon married a Muslim woman, but it was no solace for me as she was not kind to me. I yearned for my real mother. It was not until I was nineteen that I saw her again.

My father died suddenly when I was nineteen. My stepmother went back to live with her family, and I was left alone to live on my own. It was then that a family friend suggested to me to meet my real mother. Through him, I learned that my mother never married after leaving my father. As a matter of fact, she became very religious after her divorce. Most of her time is spent visiting various temples.

I immediately wrote a letter to her and requested her to let me meet her. She declined to meet me initially because I was the son of a man she now hated. In my next letter, I told her that I am also her son and that I wish to convert to her religion. This softened her heart, and she asked me to come and live with her. I immediately moved to the town where she was living with her parents. I was not sure how my mother would look after so many years. My father burned all her photographs so I could remember her only from my childhood memories. In my memory, she was a lean and fair-complexioned woman.

When I met her again, I found her a bit plumpish but not fat. It is common for women in Kerala to do a lot of housework, and so it is uncommon to see obese females there. She was around 40 years old, and her complexion appeared whitish. She had full, round tits that seemed to just sag a bit under their own weight, a small waistline with just a hint of a slight bulge at her stomach, a nice, and round ass.

“It’s good to see you again,” my mother said to me.

“It’s good to see you too; it’s been a long time,” I told her.

“Too long,” she remarked.

With that, our first meeting was over. There were neither hugs nor kisses. I was told by my grandfather to put my luggage in a spare room.

As I started living with her, my mother changed my name from Mujeeb to Sumeet. The next stage was changing my religion. As I was not well aware of her religion, she decided to take my religious education into her own hands. Only in a few days did I learn as much about Hindu gods and goddesses as many people learn in years. Like a traditional Kerala family, there was a favorite goddess of my mother’s family.

The temple of that goddess was on a hilly area about 100 km away from her place. My mother used to visit that temple four or five times a year. Usually, she went there in the evening, stayed overnight, and after participating in the night and morning Pooja sessions, returned home in the afternoon. The temple has a guesthouse with minimum facilities for pilgrims’ stay.

I had no sexual thoughts about my mother initially, but slowly, things started to change. The first event happened about a week after I got settled in my new home. One day after midnight, I suddenly woke up and felt thirsty as it was quite hot in those days. I got up and proceeded towards the kitchen where the water was. As I was passing through my mother’s room, I heard my mother calling me.

Her room was dark as the light was switched off. She asked me if I was going to the kitchen for water; I should bring a glass of water to her too. I went to the kitchen, drank water, and brought a glass of water for her. When I brought her the water, she asked me to switch on the light. I switched on the light and proceeded to hand over the water.

What I saw surprised me beyond limits. Although she was wearing the sari, which she was wearing in the evening, she had no blouse or bra on. Because of the hotness, she had taken them off. Her breasts were visible beneath the thin sari. As she drank the water, she gave me a smile. After she had finished, I took the glass and switched off the light and went to my room and lay down on the bed. I could not sleep as I was getting aroused. It was perhaps because of the fact that I met my mother after so many years.

A mother’s position in Indian culture is very high, as it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a little farther and put her next to God. The relationship is so holy that to have sexual thoughts about one’s mother is sacrilegious in a very serious way. While I felt ashamed on one hand, on the other, I couldn’t deny the arousal I felt every time I thought about her. It was difficult for me not to look at her as a desirable woman. I was torn between guilt and libido, between shame and sensuality, and between what would in a nutshell be hell and heaven.

Just after the first event, a second event took place. One day I went into the kitchen to put some dirty crockery in the sink. My mother was already there. There was not a lot of space in the kitchen since there were cabinets and counters on either side. In the process of going by her, she suddenly seemed to have a problem setting the burner.

She said something under her breath and then leaned over the burner to get a better look. In bending over, she sent her round ass right into my crotch. The touch of her ass sent a very bad message to my foolish cock. My dick lurched in my pants. My cock got harder and harder till I was rigid as a piece of pipe. I heard her repeating my name in anger.

“Oh God! Sorry, Mom!”

“Next time, be sure you’re a little more under control,” she said, half in anger and half in a smile.

“Next time, I will!” I said and left the kitchen.

Then, after about a month or so, my mother decided to go to her favourite temple. It was decided that I should go with my mother to offer some special poojas at the temple. We packed things for a day’s stay and headed towards the temple. We took a bus for that journey and got seated side by side.

In the beginning, it was a normal journey, but when the bus started moving, things started to change. My mother kept leaning on my shoulder repeatedly as the bus kept turning all through. My eyes turned to see that after some time, her sari had gone ajar, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. I shook my head and tried closing my eyes so that they didn’t stray on my mother, but every time they opened, I couldn’t resist the tendency to have a peek inside her blouse.

Within seconds, I realized that I was hardening beneath my pants and struggled hard to control my emotions. The journey seemed like an eternity for me as I was increasingly aroused by my mother tempting me inadvertently. When the journey came to an end, it was a great relief to me. After leaving the bus, we reached the temple by 5 p.m. and engaged a room in the guesthouse.

It was really a pleasant experience to stay at that place surrounded by lush green forests. One thing I liked most about the place is a stream. There is a big stream not far away from the temple, which is considered a holy river. As it flows from the hills, the water is not polluted. It was a custom to bathe in the holy river before going to the temple.

We took clothes to change, a bath towel, and soap and reached the ‘Ashanan Ghat’ (bathing place). There were a few people at the ‘Ghat’. We walked up the stream by the side of the river to a secluded spot covered by woods so that my mom could bathe safely away from the prying eyes of males. It was not unusual for the women pilgrims to move away from the common area for privacy’s sake.

As soon as we reached the spot, I took off my pants and shirt, dived into the water, and started to swim. Mom sat on a big rock watching me swim and occasionally alarming me not to go deep into the water. After some time, I got tired and climbed to a rock in the middle of the river and sat there paddling the water with my legs. It was my mom’s turn next.

She stood up and looked around for making sure nobody was there in the immediate vicinity and removed her sari. Then she unhooked her blouse and removed it. She was wearing a white lace bra. Next, she untied the knot of her petticoat and pulled it over her head. Before I could see what was happening, she slid into the water and began swimming near the rock where I was sitting.

She was a good swimmer. When she reached the rock, she stretched her hand, and I pulled her onto the rock. The scene was amazing; even an impotent man would have gotten a hard-on if he saw her that way. The combed cotton panty and bra had gotten wet and become transparent. The brown cherries on her breasts and the black thatch between her thighs were clearly visible. Her white skin sparkled after being immersed in the water. She had a lot of bushy hair under her arms and on the crotch. Her ass looked like big golden pumpkins covered in wet white clothes.

I got a hard-on and there was a bulge on my underwear. I folded my knees so that the bulge was not revealed to my mom who was sitting in all her glory in front of me. After a while, she swam back to the shore and started to soap her body. She turned to the other side and pulled out her melons out of her bra and soaped them. After some time, she pulled down her panties, opened her legs, and soaped inside her pussy. This time I could see her naked bums. As she went into the water again, she turned away from me and repeated the process, this time to wash off the soap. I too swam to the shore and soaped myself and went into the water.

I took my dick out of my underwear, washed it thoroughly, and in the process, gave it some excitement by rubbing on the pink top. I saw a small white thread-like flow from my dick into the water, which was immediately swallowed by the fishes around me. By that time, Mom had wiped herself dry and was about to change clothes. Kerala ladies wear a traditional dress called a set sari, and men wear dhotis while visiting temples.

She walked up to a big tree holding her clothes and called me. She placed all her clothes on my shoulder and asked me to open my dhoti and hold it in front of her like a curtain. On the other side, she had the cover of the big tree. I did as she said. Now turning away from me, she unhooked her bra and took it off. Then she pulled down her panties and came out of it. For a while, she stood there fully naked. All I could see was her shapely ass.

Luck smiled on me when she turned to take clothes from me. I saw her naked breasts and hairy pussy. It was the first time I was seeing the pussy of any woman so closely. She started to put on her dresses one after the other like a bra, panties, petticoat, and blouse in that order.

My cock was throbbing again. I wanted to jerk off but could not do anything. Though I could not resist the temptation to gaze at her nudity, my mind was feeling guilty. When she finished getting dressed, I folded my dhoti and wiped myself dry with the towel. Then, wrapping myself with the towel, I removed my underwear. I started to dress.

By this time, Mom collected all wet clothes and took them for rinsing in the water. When she took my underwear, she touched the sticky cum I had discharged in it. I think first she did not realize what it was. So she opened the underwear and felt it. Now she realized it was my cum. I felt embarrassed. I could not look at her face. But she acted as if nothing had happened and she knew nothing. Then we went to the temple, performed the usual services (Pooja), and participated in all rituals till the closure of the temple at about 9 p.m.

I felt a sudden guilt as I looked up at the statue of the Goddess, decorated with plenty of sparkling jewels and flowers in different colors. I closed my eyes and apologized to her for my thoughts about my mother. After the ‘Pooja’, Mom made some shopping of articles to be taken home. Then she ordered vegetarian food from a house known to her (It was difficult to get good and hygienic food at the place, so she preferred to have it from that house and pay for it).

We reached our room around 10 p.m. and started preparing to sleep. There was only one double cot in the room, and we had to share it. After going to the toilet, I climbed on the cot. Mom too went to the toilet and then switched off the main light and switched on the night lamp. She took some incense sticks and lit them. She closed the window and covered it with a bath towel. Now she started to undress. Within minutes, she was wearing only a petticoat and bra. Seeing this, my heartbeat increased, and my cock started to rise again. She watched me through the corner of her eyes but said nothing. Soon she came to bed and lay beside me. I could hear clearly that both of us were breathing hard.

As I was aware of the possibility of sexual contact, I tried to stay away from my mother. I turned away from her and lay on my side. She didn’t want to turn her back on me, so she turned towards me. Her bosom was on my back. A mother’s bosom is the most sacred thing about her. Her bosom was causing a fire in my loins. I was not only erect as a sword but also horny as hell. Her breasts were feeling so good that I wanted to turn around and rub them all over my chest.

She eventually fell asleep. I kept waiting for her breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, she was in deep sleep. I gently turned towards her, placed my arm over her, and moved into a hug position. My cock was preceding me by many inches. My chest came into contact with hers, and my penis came into contact with the front of her thighs. I quickly adjusted myself and touched her right between her thighs with my dick.

She was sleeping, so I held her in my arms. I almost came with the realization that I was actually touching my mother’s pussy through her clothes. Yes, I was in clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from a cultural and religious perspective. I placed my hand on her ass and pulled her inward as I pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge over which I had no control. Once a cock is on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple as that! I traced small lines on her pussy and watched her face. It twitched every now and then, but she didn’t open her eyes or anything.

Encouraged by her being so unaware of my moves, I decided to do something even more serious. I reached in and undid the cord that was holding her petticoat around her waist. Once the cord was loosened, the dress opened up and allowed me to slide it enough to expose her pussy and some of her thighs. I then dropped my ‘Dhoti’ to my back and exposed my thick and long cock.

Slowly, gently, and methodically, I brought it closer and closer to her thighs. First, I felt her hair tickling the tip of my cock. Then I felt the head touch the juncture where her thighs ended and her cunt began. I held it there for a while and slowly, slowly pressed it in. Once I was far enough in, I stopped and held it there. I held it there for a long time, and then I started to move it forward and back slowly.

She woke up as a result of my rocking motion. She waited for me to stop, and when I didn’t, she asked, “Sumeet, what are you doing?”

I had to say something, so I said, “I am experiencing heaven.”

She pulled herself out of my reach and said, “But, son, I am your mother.”

“I know, Mom, but I can’t help it.”

She turned over onto her back and started wiping her thighs with a scarf.

I also turned over onto my back in a way that my hard cock was suspended in the air in her full view. Her hands slowed considerably as she took that view in.

“Son, I don’t know what you have in mind, but I am your mother.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. I seem to be under some magical spell.”

I knew very well that she was a superstitious woman, but she didn’t want to accept such an easy excuse. After a short pause, she whispered, “You know what people say about such relationships?”

“That is because of jealousy, ma. If a son develops an intimacy with his mother, it makes the father jealous. In our case, there is no such thing.”

“Oh! But what you are doing is a sin.”

“You are my Goddess, Mom. There is no denying it. But I can’t help feel this strongly about my goddess. You represent such a complete woman to me that I just want to be a man with you.”

She knew there was no arguing, so she stayed quiet. I put my hand on her left hip and turned her towards me. Once she was facing me, I positioned myself so that my penis was pressed between her thighs and right onto her pussy. She protested, “Son!”

“I am just feeling you, I won’t do any wrong,” I assured her.

“I am sorry, Sumeet. But we have to stop this.”

Why did she say ‘we’, I didn’t know. It was I who had to stop it. She was aroused, no doubt about that. She tried to pull away; but I stopped her. She tried to pull her middle away from me; but I put my hand on her butt and pulled her back in. She tried to push me away; she failed. Her every effort to get away from me was countered by me, until she stopped.

“Sumeet, this is not right. I am your mother, and you are my son.”

“I know, Mom,” was my answer.

I started to caress her buttocks slowly. My hand covered the top cheek and then the bottom one somewhat. I then started tracing the line between the two cheeks with my finger. She just let me, with an occasional half-hearted try to pull away, which I quickly thwarted.

She couldn’t stop her physical response to having a penis knocking on her cunt. Her cunt started to lubricate itself, as if the penis was coming in. Her pussy didn’t care what her mind was planning; it was responding to the stimulation. My penis was hard, so it was starting to arouse her. She was getting aroused despite her best efforts not to. She didn’t want to get pleasure from my hands on her ass, but she couldn’t help it. I kept my penis in one place, but my hand was covering more and more territory.

I started to slide her petticoat down and lifted her one leg and then the other to remove it completely. I pushed her onto her back and put my hand between her thighs to separate them. I then moved over between her legs.

I positioned myself so that my body was leaning over her and my hands were placed around her shoulders. I was on all fours. I nudged her thigh to indicate that I wanted her to pull her knees up.

“Sumeet, what are you doing?” She asked again.

Instead of replying, I got up into a kneeling position, placed my hands around her legs, and lifted them up. She resisted and tried to keep them down, but I insisted and raised them finally.

“Sumeet, please don’t. This is not right.” She protested and looked down towards the area where our bodies were meeting. My penis was hard and lurking above her pussy. I looked at her pussy and then reached with one hand to touch her clit. She squirmed like I had touched her with a hot iron.