Widow Mom Realizes She’s Missing Sex

This is a story of Raghu and his orthodox Mom, Manju. Raghu’s family consisted of four people – Raghu, his mother Manju and his grandparents. Raghu was 10 years old when his father died in a car accident. His grandparents took them in right after his father’s death.

Raghu was 22 years old now and was in his final year of engineering. He was blessed with a 7-inch-thick cock and a high sex drive. He had a hard time maintaining girlfriends due to the thickness of his dick. The girls would scream in pain as they were not accustomed to taking in the size of his cock.

His widowed mother, on the other hand, lost her husband when she was 34. She barely ever thought of sex after her husband’s death. All her energy was spent on raising Raghu. She was always strict and made sure Raghu was raised with discipline.

Manju was now around 46. She had a nice rack of 34DD and would still turn heads when she walked on the streets.

They lived in a 3-bedroom house. Their grandfather slept in the smallest room, their grandmother in one room, and Raghu and his mother slept in another room. Raghu slept on a double bed, while Manju slept on a folding bed next to him.

On one Diwali day, Raghu’s Uncle and family came home to celebrate the festival. Raghu’s uncle Nilesh was an army officer. His aunt Raji was a psychologist. Their son Mohan was 19 years old and was in the first year of his B.Tech.

That night, after the celebration, they were about to leave. But they found out there was an issue with their car and decided to stay back. It would mean Aunt and Uncle sleeping in grandmother’s room. Grandmother would sleep on the folding bed.

Manju, Raghu and Mohan (in that order) are adjusting on the double bed.

Raghu was tired after the celebration and went to sleep immediately. Raghu liked sleeping early because Manju was a heavy snorer. He always found it hard to sleep when his mother fell asleep first. Manju finished her daily chores and slept a bit later.

Raghu had a dream that he was fucking one of his college teachers. He imagined he was squeezing her boobs and woke up suddenly. His right hand was under the pillow, but his left hand was on his mother’s soft navel.

He realised that while imagining that he was squeezing his teacher’s boobs, he was actually squeezing his mother’s navel. He immediately felt guilty. As he was about to take his hand off, he looked up and saw his mother’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she was not snoring.

Raghu could not believe it. His strict orthodox mother was actually awake and enjoying his touch. He looked a bit down; her saree pallu had fallen between her massive tits, and her 34DD boobs were heaving. His 7-inch dick was completely erect and started to throb.

He decided he wanted to see how far he could go. So, he slowly placed his hands on her boobs to see if there was a reaction. Her breathing got heavier, but her eyes were still closed. Encouraged by her lack of response, Raghu’s fingers curled, gently cupping her breast.

He felt the weight of it, the softness yielding to his touch, and a thrill shot through him as he realised she was not wearing a bra. His thumb brushed against her nipple. He felt it harden beneath his touch, a response that sent a jolt of excitement through his body.

Raghu slowly moved Manju’s saree pallu. His eyes were now fixed on his mother’s tits. He could see her cleavage through the already unbuttoned top blouse button. He reached out with his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned the top two buttons.

With each button undone, more and more of her bare skin was revealed. Manju let out a small gasp with her eyes still closed as Raghu’s fingers slid into her almost open blouse. He paused as his thumb grazed the curve of her breast; the softness of her enormous, juicy tits made his cock pulsate.

He started to knead his mother’s left breast. He lifted his head to see that Manju’s eyes were still closed. She moved her face further away from him and was now completely to her right. Raghu looked around. Both his grandmother and cousin were sleeping, and their backs were turned to them.

This gave him the courage to slowly pull back the blouse on top of his mother’s right boob. He looked at his mother as he opened his mouth wide to engulf her dark areola. Feverishly, he started slurping his mother’s right tit while he squeezed her left tit.

Manju was biting her lips, unable to bear the pleasure coursing through her body. Raghu’s left leg was soon on his mother’s thighs, his left hand squeezing her left breast, rolling her areolas between his fingers as he slurped her large tit.

His dick formed a giant tent in his shorts and was now resting on his mother’s thighs. Raghu suddenly felt his mother’s hand move, and he looked up to see her reaction. Manju, with her face turned in the opposite direction, lifted her son’s hand. She placed it on her saree next to her navel.

Raghu did not understand the meaning of this. She did push his face away; she did move his leg. He stayed there for a full minute when he heard his Mom whisper, “Lower!” Raghu was shocked and excited to know how horny his Mom was.

With a small smirk on his face, he slid his left hand inside her saree. His hand moved through her small bush. She wasn’t very bushy compared to other girls he fucked in his college. He then moved further down and felt her soft thighs. He parted them with his hands and locked her leg between his legs.

Her inner thighs were already wet. He could feel the wetness on her petticoat on top of his hand. Raghu moved his finger slowly into his birthplace. He exclaimed at how wet and oozing with pussy oils his mother’s creamy pussy was.

He pulled his wet fingers from his mother’s saree and smelled them. The aroma of his mother’s pussy juice made him crazy. He put his fingers closer to his mother’s nose, and she turned further away into her pillow. Smiling, he licked his mother’s pussy juice on his fingers and slid it back inside her saree.

Raghu opened his mother’s pussy lips with four fingers. He moved his fingers a little and found her G-spot. Manju gasped a little when he first circled his fingers on her clit, but then bit her lower lip to calm herself. Raghu continued to finger his mother’s pussy, as he started slurping her tits again.

His dick was now threatening to explode, and he wanted relief. He looked up and confirmed that both his cousin and grandmother were still sleeping. He slid his hand out of his mother’s saree. He pulled his shorts down and pulled out his stiff, aching cock.

He placed his hand on his mother’s hand, which was now resting on her stomach. He lifted her hand and placed it on his dick. Manju shuddered when she touched her son’s cock, she was instantly aware of what she was touching. Raghu started to jerk his cock using his mother’s hand.

He slowly let go of his hand and saw as Manju continued to fist her son’s meaty organ. Raghu smiled and placed his leg on his Mom’s thigh to open her legs as he slid his hands back into his birth hole. For the next 10 minutes, both Mom and son continued to rub each other’s love parts.

Raghu kept sliding three of his fingers inside his mother’s pussy channel as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He removed his fingers a couple of times to lick them. They were filled with the fuck cream that was oozing out of his mother’s pussy depths.

Soon, Manju started to increase the speed of her jerking. Raghu could feel his mother’s loins swelling up, making her pussy hole tighten around her son’s finger. Both mother and son climaxed together. Raghu shot hot loads of jizz on his mother’s navel, her blouse and her cheek.

He bit into her boobs as he climaxed. He removed his hand from her saree and placed it on her navel, pulling her closer. His head soon rested on her fleshy tit. Manju burst lusciously into orgasm as creamy juice oozed. Her pink wall spasmed and spewed, making her petticoat wet.

It was a few minutes before the spasms stopped. Overwhelming guilt, shame and disgust returned to her. Now that she had succumbed to the touch of her own son. Raghu went to sleep at once with his dick out and his head on her boob.

She slowly pulled his shorts up without looking and moved his head on the pillow. With deep shame, she wiped her son’s cum on her clothes and her face with her pallu. She slowly hooked the buttons on her blouse, covered her blouse with her saree, and closed her eyes.

She could not understand what came over her to let her son touch her and do all the unspeakable things he just did. All she knew was that a deep lust came over her when he first touched her, a touch she had missed over the past few years.

But this was wrong. She did not know how she was going to face him tomorrow. To be continued.