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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - “Chee! How can you even think like that?” she said… right before she held my cock and whispered, “It stays between us.” What began as accidental towel slips and sneaky photos ended with her riding me like she’d been waiting years. A real, raw Indian mother-son journey from fantasy to full-on daily forbidden sex.
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From the next day on, I would send messages like “hello,” “good morning” every day from my fake ID. But Mom would only reply occasionally.
I thought Mom was very slow at chatting, so I wasn’t sure she’d reply. So I sent her a message once:
Me (fake ID): Hi friend. You’re having trouble chatting. You can send me a voice message.
Me (fake ID): Hmm.
Me (fake ID): Okay, what are you doing?
Me (voice message): I’m not sleeping at all. Tell me, have you had dinner?
Me (fake ID): Hmm, dear.
Mother: Speak in your own voice, too.
Me(Fake Id): Not now, later.
Mom: Okay, good night.
Me(Fake Id): Wait! Are you feeling sleepy?
Mom: No.
Me: So why so early? Tell me who else is in the family?
Mom: Me, my son, my daughter, and my husband.
Me(Fake Id): What does my husband do, and how old is my son?
Mom: My husband works in Surat, and my son is 23.
Me (Fake Id): Oh, same here. My husband also lives in Dubai, and I have only one son, 25 years old (I was talking like a woman of my mother’s age, all this through my fake Id).
Mom: Oh, that’s right.
Me (Fake Id): Well, my husband doesn’t live with me. Do you ever feel lonely?
Mom: Yes, I do, but what can we do?
Me (Fake Id): What I mean to say is that your sex life won’t be good either. Do you have a boyfriend?
Mom didn’t answer this question.
Me (Fake Id): Tell me, what happened?
Mom: What are you asking?
Me (Fake Id): What’s the big deal? I don’t know you anyway, and neither do you. Moreover, your Facebook name is fake, so why are you scared? You can talk openly about everything here to cool your mind.
Mom: Hmm, you’re right. I manage to do all these daily household chores, but I’ve forgotten physical pleasure for years. Even if my husband is alive, he is no longer interested in it, and if I want to do it with someone else, he doesn’t let me do it. That’s why I ignore all of them.
Me (Fake ID): Oh, yes, friend, my husband does the same. But I am happy now. I have sex to my heart’s content every day.
Mother: Oh, with whom?
I (Fake Id): With a 25-year-old boy.
Mother: What are you saying, really?
I (Fake Id): Yes, it’s a lot of fun.
Mother didn’t answer for a while.
I (Fake Id): What happened, dear?
Mother: Nothing, you can give me a voice massage.
I (Fake Id): Not right now, I’ll do it in the morning.
Mother: Why? And how did you meet that boy?
I (Fake Id): Can I tell you something? You won’t mind.
Mother: No, I don’t know you, so why would I mind?
Me (Fake Id): That boy is my son.
Mom: Oh my God! Chee, why are you saying all this?
Me (Fake Id): Yes, it’s true. I did all this to my son out of compulsion. Now I’m enjoying it. Actually, it’s not my fault. My son was the scoundrel. At first, I also thought it was wrong. But when it happened once, I realised my son was the right one for me. Oh, you won’t believe it, the fun that I have with these 22-25-year-old boys, you won’t find it anywhere else.
Mom didn’t reply, so I waited a bit. Then I downloaded a picture of a penis and sent it, and said-
Me (Fake Id): Look at this, my son’s weapon.
Mom: Cheers! Don’t send all this.
Me (Fake Id): Hey, why are you getting stressed? You don’t know me, I know you too. I’m just sharing my inner thoughts here. I like it.
Mom: Cheers, with my own son! Then you like this sinful act.
Me (Fake Id): Hey, you too. Just think about it: in your house, only you and your son live. If it happens between you two, it will be so much fun.
Mom: Chee! You are a cheap woman.
Me (Fake Id): Oh, you took it badly. I too thought the same as you. But my son is a scoundrel. And your son must not be innocent either. I have seen many 22-25-year-old boys these days who are really into aunties. You should also see that your son must be looking at you with the same eyes.
Mom: Chee, my son will never think like this about me.
Me (fake I’d): I also used to think the same thing earlier, that my son is smart.
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