Gooners
Copyright© 2025 by devd
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Siddu was an A1 pervert. However, never in his wildest dream did he expect him to be a product of his mother. When he caught his mother masturbating to hot pop songs, it was the opening he needed to slip into her panties. What follows is a slow patient effort by Siddu to turn his mother from an innocent naive housewife to a slave of porn and all things sex.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Gang Bang Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Indian Male Indian Female Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts
I felt the warmth of my blanket creep in as I hugged it tighter. My body felt like lead, sunk into the bed and my mind was at peace. I had no interest whatsoever to wake up, if it wasn’t for the loud music booming in a distance. I turned and twisted in the bed, groaning like a man-child, trying to sleep through it. But it was of no use. Sleep left my body and I was irritated beyond any measure.
I sat up on the bed with a big frown on my face. As vision cleared up, I could see that there was still light in the room. For a moment, I had forgotten where I was or what time it was. Taking another moment to think, I remembered that I had fallen asleep in the afternoon.
My senses were haywire, my mouth was dry, and my joints hurt. But nothing hurt me more than the terrible music playing in the background. With my vision and hearing cleared up, I could now tell where it was coming from. It was coming from the living, which was unfortunately right outside my bedroom door.
Gimme ... gimme ... Gimme more...
Hang on a second. Who is playing that? Neither mom nor dad listened to such music, let alone at such high volume. For a second, I felt cold fear creep up, making my hair stand up. I quietly removed the blanket off me and mounted off the bed. Grabbing the handle, I gently twisted it, making sure not to make any noise. An art I had mastered during late night sessions. The door clicked but was drowned out by the loud music. As I pulled the door back, I peeked through the narrow opening only to see something I never in a million years would have thought I would have.
Across the hall, on the sofa was a woman, who I knew, whose saree was scattered all over the sofa and the floor and her jacket was loose and barely holding on. Her legs were naked and spread apart. Her hand was placed on her pussy, gently fingering it while head was thrown back over the sofa’s backrest. Her eyes were shut and lips trembling.
I pulled myself back, closing the gap in the door. My chest sunk in as my heart began to beat against it. I felt my skin burn and funny butterflies filled my stomach. Within seconds, blood rushed into my penis, which began to throb and push itself against my underwear. As the adrenaline began to rush in, my hand instinctively pulled down my jogger pants, before reaching for penis inside my underwear. As I let the semi erect penis free and hung down growing ever so slowly. I looked down at it as held it up with my right hand. I began to gently stroke it, as I thought about my mom’s compromising position.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
I opened the door again, peeping through the narrow slit. Mom had not moved an inch, still in the same position. The song had stopped before moving onto a new one.
I will take you to the candy shop...
Damn! That song is making me harder. She continued to finger her pussy as her head popped back up. She squinted as she looked at the TV, biting her lower lip. For a second my heart stopped, certain she saw me. But as a few more seconds passed, she continued to wank without a care in the world.