Mating My Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Abe
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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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Rejuvenated and feeling fresh, we put on some light clothes. Mom wore a simple silky semi-transparent lingerie, with transparent lace, which enhanced the contours of her tits. I observed that she wore no panties and her dark brown turf of cunt hairs were obscured, but nevertheless highlighted against the inner folds of her thighs, against the silky fabric.
Me and Rohit settled for satin boxer shorts and light t-shirts, not having to bother, even when we had a hard on. It was as if, our individual private members, belonged to each other and it felt so right to make them be viewed and appreciated by others.
The room service came with a well attired young woman in her twenties, bringing the ordered food inside our room. As she walked in, she did not fail to notice love and intimacy hanging in the air, with all three of us on the couch, with my head on my mom’s lap, her shapely tits close to my face.
Rohit was seated on the arm rest of the couch, with his arms around mom’s neck. The room service girl smiled, ever so subtly, as Rohit started engaging her in a conversation, asking her how long she has been working in the hotel.
She addressed us, politely greeting us, “Good Evening Sirs, Mam, I am an intern. I completed my hotel management course, only recently.”
She was very young, in her late 20s, attractive, looking very presentable in her dress. Her legs were long and slender. Unlike hospitality girls in hotels who wore pants, she was quite comfortable, in the well pressed frock, she wore. She had been confident enough to show her sexy legs and thighs, by not bothering to pull over a sock, like most girls do, to avoid being seen exposed.
All our looks were appreciative of her attire. As she took time to lay the food on the table in our suite, we could surmise that the hotel set apart the classy staff to serve the business suites in the hotel.
Mom went to her and held her appreciatively by the shoulder, and asked her, “What’s your name dear?
“Are you from this city?”
She turned to mom and said, “I am Anushree Mam.
“I am actually an orphan, Mam. I have no one in this city. I came looking for a job, and ended up as an intern.
“I am staying in the working women’ s hostel, Mam.”
Deepa: I was moved by Anushree’s forthright candidness. She looked like a girl who had suffered in life, but had the courage to bravely confront her circumstances, and establish herself, taking care of her own needs. I hugged her and asked, “Anu, We are sorry to hear your sad story, You are a brave girl.
“How did you lose your parents, Anu?”
Anu: It is not often hotel guests like me. I liked the way the family appreciated me for my appearance and the genuine concern they showed towards me. Turning to the beautiful and charming lady, I did not fail to notice how sexy she looked with her cleavage showing between the slip that she wore.
Addressing her I said, “Mam my parents met with a fatal accident, when i was young.
“My relatives thought that I would be a burden to them and were reluctant to support me.
“So, I had to move on independently, and chose to take up work to support myself.”