Mating My Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Abe
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - When Deepa’s controlling husband leaves for Dubai, the beautiful, successful mother finally embraces the forbidden desires she’s hidden for years. Alone with her handsome 18-year-old son Rohan, Deepa’s long-suppressed passion explodes. What begins as tender affection quickly turns into raw, intense, taboo mating as mother and son surrender to their deepest lust — with the secret knowledge that Rohit, the powerful man who has always loved Deepa, is actually Rohan’s real father.
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From Rohan’s point of view.
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Rohan: After my Dad Rohit made me mate my own mother, all three of us were basking, in the aftermath of our intimate love. I turned to mom and said, “Mom, I cannot believe how interesting life has turned out.”
Mom had changed to a yellow transparent cotton sari, with a green border and white blouse worn tightly, making her tits show prominently on the sides. Mom came to me, close enough, to make her pointed tits, press on my chest.
Deepa: She had a seductive posture about her, as she said, “My son, I am happy that you are liking our new found mating relationship.
“It’s good that we both got freed from my husband.”
Rohan: I added, “Yes mom, your husband, who till yesterday, I was considering as my dad, has been a big mistake in our lives.
“No wonder you got attracted to another man for love, - Rohit, your boss.
“I was so happy to know that he is my real dad. I wish you had told me this earlier.
Mom held my hand and entangled her fingers with mine.
Deepa: “My son, I wanted to be really free from the influence of the person I had the misfortune of marrying, before I confided in you the truth about your dad.
“Besides, knowing such a fact, you may have found it difficult to live under one roof with him.”
Mom then took both my hands and placed them over her shoulders, “Son, you must know that I have been looking forward to this freedom with you and Rohit, for a very long time. I think it’s time we forget the past, my son and live our dreams now.”
She turned to Rohit and said, “Do you remember Rohit, telling me that you had always fantasized about our son disrobing me and making me his woman.”
Rohit: Smiled and nodded saying,” I have always dreamt of us being a liberated open family, having no inhibitions, Deepa.”
Mom slid my hands over her shoulders, as if on cue. In so doing, her sari paloo ( (the sari end left hanging on the shoulders, after draping it around the body) fell down, exposing the beauty of her tits in her blouse.
Rohan: “Wow mom, I have seen your tits pushing against your blouse on its contours, so many times, and I have always wanted to grab them. “You look ravishing, Mom.”
Mom made my hand move over her body, in an attempt to make me feel her, while also giving her the feeling of being touched. Eventually, she placed my hand, between her inside thighs and over her cunt.
As I grabbed her cunt, she kissed me passionately, as if to reassure me again, that she likes the idea of me desiring to mate her.