Incest Life of a Pune Family – Part 3

I hope you like the previous part of my story. I apologise for not being able to publish the third part on time, as I have been busy with some personal work. Anyway, without wasting any time, let us jump right into the story.

I had now become familiar with the slutty escapades of my mother and her randi nature. I ceased seeing her as a devoted traditional Mom but a sex-starved demon. I now had no moral qualms. All the feelings that I previously harboured as her son had now vanished.

Now, it was mostly my own libido guiding my outlook towards her. By now, even she had started having some doubts about me getting a whiff of her whereabouts. So, she started acting much more cautiously. She stopped talking on her phone and chatting whenever I was around.

For many weeks thereafter, I did not see her going out often unless necessary. However, she could not have guessed that I was able to read her texts. From there, it was quite evident that Vijay, as well as her two boyfriends, were eager to meet and fuck her.

She used to click private photos at night and used to share those on WhatsApp. She would immediately delete the chats and the pics from her gallery. She was afraid of anyone discovering them. Those images, however, were irresistible for any straight man walking the earth.

I forgot how often I jerked off to those pics, both in my bedroom and in the bathroom. Slowly, I started getting bolder. The only thing on my mind now was to let her know about my intentions and see her reaction.

The reason behind my bold confidence was the fact that her own actions had been filthy enough to justify. I had enough evidence of her encounters. Therefore, any moral shaming from her would totally fail. As a result, I started masturbating to her pics in her own bedroom when she would go out.

Sometimes, I would grab her clothes or her pillow covers and use them to wipe my cum. There would be visible stains on her belongings. I once went on her bed for 3 hours. I had more than 9 orgasms and even used her pillow for humping, so they were completely wet and smelly.

Mom asked me about it. I told her that I was having Maggi in her room watching TV. She wasn’t convinced, but she could not push me either.
Taking things forward, I once had a good idea. Since I had gathered a lot of my Mom’s pics, I wanted to tease her.

Therefore, I made a fake Facebook profile and then added Mom as a friend. I then messaged her, which she ignored. After some days, I sent her some of her pics which she sent to her boyfriends. She was absolutely terrified and started questioning my identity and motives.

She was literally begging me and sometimes even intimidating me with a police complaint. In response, I sent her the real profiles of my sister and me from the fake ID. I threatened her that I would send these pics to both her children if she did anything stupid. This worked like a charm and was enough to keep her put.

I further convinced her that I would not leak the pics anywhere, given that I got something in return. She said that she was willing to do anything. In the following days, I could clearly see the tension on my mother’s face at home. I asked her if everything was okay, to which she replied positively.

I knew that her world was turned upside down. I had a strange sense of regret, but much more thrill. It would be interesting to see how things unfold later on. After a few days, I started asking her for private video calls where I would hide my face and show her my naked body and big 8-inch dick pointed at her face.

She would strip in front of the camera and would show me her full body. Since I already knew her face, I told her to show me her face on camera, and she complied. This went on for many weeks. I went to Bombay and joined my office.

Mom was alone at home and would not contact her boyfriend Vijay, for she feared that either of them was complicit in this. We used to have our video call sessions regularly, and now she seemed to get comfortable with me not knowing that it was her own son on the other side of the screen.

We would edge for hours. When I was close to an orgasm, I would bring my dick near the camera and would come in spurts. I make her open her mouth as if those cumshots were falling on her tongue. Eventually, I made her send her vagina pics and even her bathing photos.

She would lie completely naked inside the bathtub and would spread her pussy with her fingers to give me a clear view inside her. I even made her lie in various positions and have her send pics as if she were a porn star. Though only virtually, I was living my dream of having pleasures with my Mom.

I went back to Pune for a short vacation as my college was over now. Even Kritika had returned home now that her board exams were over. After a long gap, the house was full. Kritika told us about her intent to join a medical prep tuition, to which Mom agreed and got her admitted to a private tutor.

Since her classes were scheduled in the evenings, I used to drop her off on my bike at 7 PM every day and again pick her up by 10 PM. In between, I would go and visit my friends or do the groceries. Everything was running like clockwork.

I would message Nisha from my fake ID and would ask her for video calls, knowing that she would not be able to do it in our presence. On constant coercion, she would yield, and we would have some session when Kritika was in her tuition, and I would sneak somewhere isolated.

Since Kritika used to get late as her tuition would drag on longer, we would get enough time for our fulfilment. Meanwhile, I could see Vijay pestering my Mom for sex. It had been quite a long time since they had been together. I noticed that her two boyfriends would not keep in contact with her anymore.

I wanted to get rid of Vijay as well, and therefore came up with a plan. Mom was not getting time with Vijay because of us. I planned a 7-day trip to Kerala with Kritika. As she had completed her exams, and I had landed a job as well.

The vacation would give Mom plenty of time to enjoy herself with Vijay. That would be when I would record them both in the act. I told Mom about the vacation weeks before so that they could share the information and plan accordingly.

Fortunately, they decided to meet in our own flat after we were gone. I acted quickly and installed a lot of hidden cams everywhere so that they could not be found. I made sure I kept sound sensors as well to gather good evidence.

2 weeks later, we were out on vacation. On the same night, I saw Vijay enter our flat via remote cameras. The next few days were full of steamy sessions between them. I made sure – learning from my previous mistakes – that I did not leave anything in between.

By the end of our vacation, I had a 2 TB hard drive that was completely full of their nasty fuck. For a moment, it made me wonder whether my Mom was a roadside hooker getting fucked like that. All the things they did were the limits of human anatomy and filthiness.

These did turn me on quite a bit, and I was eager to move to the next part of my plan. Once we were back in Pune, everything returned to normal, except one thing – my indomitable will to confront my Mom.

One evening, I dropped Kritika off at her tuition and, with my fake ID, messaged Mom for a video call. Kritika said she would be late today as her sir would be taking tests and special classes. I had already taken a spare key with me, using which I could enter my flat.

I made sure that the doorknob was well lubricated so it would not make any sound when I entered. I took my bike and quietly parked it. I quickly went towards my flat and opened the door as quietly as possible. I could hear the moans of Mom from her bedroom.

She was deep in ecstasy, completely naked. I could see her room was open. Taking a deep breath and gathering all my courage, I went inside, acting as if I forgot my wallet, “Mom! Did you see my wall…”

The sentence was cut off here. For the first time, we were looking at each other in person. Her body was completely naked. She was lying on her bed, spreading her legs, in front of her laptop with the video of another guy playing with his dick. The entire situation was inexplicable.

We were just looking at each other for 30 seconds. I could see her soulless eyes. Since I already anticipated this, I was the one who made the first move. I went near her laptop and screamed, “Who the fuck is this bastard you’ve been doing these things with?” As if I had no idea what was going on.

Mom was still in shock as I repeated, “Don’t you have any shame?” at the top of my lungs. I was sure the people outside had heard these as I quickly went outside to close the door. By the time I was back, Mom draped herself with a bed sheet.

She covered her face with her hands, not being able to utter a single word. I took her laptop, closed the video call and asked her about it as if I were her father. She kept silent, face down; all the while, I uttered numerous slangs at her.

I told her to go to the washroom and get herself changed, which she did obediently. I got calm after a while, went to the kitchen and gave her a glass of water. I then asked her calmly about everything. She was unable to speak but started crying. After around an hour of consoling, she opened up.

She told me about this guy who blackmailed her with the pics and would do video calls with her. I told her to show me her phone. She had no other option but to obey me. I also saw the sexting that she had done with my fake ID. I told her that she was equally reciprocating.

She told me that for a lady her age, it was quite normal to crave sex. For the first time, we were having a conversation like grown adults and not a mom-son. I told her that it was okay since Father was not around. But she could not do it with random people, as it could be dangerous for her as well as for us.

I confronted her about her other affairs as well, from the texts and calls that she had with Vijay. She told me that Vijay was a businessman who helped her land a job at the school. He was a huge trustee and a donor.

Further, since our father deserted us, she has been maintaining physical relations with him. She would get money and gifts as a result. I told her that it would have to stop, which she was obliged to agree to. We then talked for hours about her sexual experiences and desires.

She went into details about her fantasies, and we were talking like new couples. I would even compliment her on her looks. It was not the fault of anyone who would like to sleep with her. She would slap me lightly, tapping on my thighs, shoulders and cheeks.

We almost forgot about the humiliating situation we found ourselves in a few hours ago. We were engrossed in deep talks when she brought up the topic of my sexual life. “You are a handsome man in your prime youth yourself! Tell me something about your personal life as well.”

I told her about my busy schedule and, as a consequence, not having a girlfriend. I teased her that having a mother like her is enough to grab my attention for the whole day. She teased me by hitting my crotch a bit. I then decided to be brave.

I told her that her naked body was as beautiful as a model’s. She gave me a serious look for a second, but then smiled back. I impulsively but slowly took my face near her, and we started smooching like mad lovers. Before I knew it, she was already massaging my cock over my pants.

I started to squeeze her tits lightly. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Kritika who wanted me to pick her up, as it was 12:30 AM already. I quickly sprang up from bed and grabbed my keys. I could sense a disappointed look on my Mom’s face.

While moving out, I teased Mom a bit, saying that we would have a lot of time to enjoy once Kritika went to college. The spark I saw in her eyes after that was more than a thousand words. She finally said, “I’d be waiting for that.” That was music to my ears.

On my way to Kritika’s tuition, I felt like the happiest person alive on earth. I knew I would have to do something about Vikas. But for now, I had successfully made Mom my personal slut.