Mom Became My Wife
Copyright© 2026 by Jholer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is story of my mom and how i made her pregnant and mother of my childrens.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Age Gap Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Indian Male Indian Female Indian Erotica
I am a 30-year-old religious guy, running two ladies’ fancy shops and a textile business in Himachal, India. I was born in Himachal, North India. My mom is my father’s second wife.
My father had been abroad for the last 40 years, twenty years older than my mom. Mom got married at the age of 15 and became a mother to three children by the time she was 20; I was their third child, born after two girls. So, my mom has always shown me much more love and care than my two sisters.
In our religion, girls get married at sixteen or earlier. Both of my sisters got married when they were sixteen, and only one of them has since separated from our home.
My father was still abroad even after the marriage of my two sisters. Mom was a perfectly curvy, sexy woman with wheat-colored skin. Her behavior was also quite alluring; she stood five feet tall. Her breasts were comparatively small for her body size—partly sagging but not heavily so—and she had a fatty back with frolicsome buttocks like two equally parted watermelon halves hanging separately, as if tied in cotton bags.
Due to intermittent pregnancies and childbirth, mom became bottom-heavy, as her belly and buttocks grew into a gigantic shape. Her face and cheeks were plump, like those of a cute ten-year-old girl, but there were dark shades beneath her beautiful eyes due to harassment and disregard from my dad.
One of my sisters (Sis) and her husband (BIL) were staying with us. BIL ran a textile shop in our hometown and would come home around 9 PM daily. When I was ten years old, Dad married another girl. My mom came from a very poor family, while Dad was a rich man, but he only intended to fuck a woman daily and never cared for my mom’s health or pleasure.
Even though Mom was poor, she had been blessed by God with perfect cuteness, beauty, and skin colored like an Arab woman. My sister was also in her second marriage and did not have children from her first marriage.
She was also very cute and sexy—medium-sized with some fat—and sometimes I would lose control seeing her butt, even though she was my sister.
Her breasts were considerably larger than my mom’s, but her buttocks were medium-sized. Her belly was flat, bearing only two slight folds on her hips, and her eyes were also sexy. In her early twenties, she married my BIL again and got pregnant.
Both of her husbands were much older than she was, and they always talked about marrying another girl, but Sis was not interested in sharing her body with another woman.
Our house was very small, with two bedrooms, a sit-out area, and a kitchen. There was no common entrance to our home, but one could enter from the outdoor kitchen into all rooms through a corridor. I was studying in plus two and owned a bicycle.
One day, I came home at noon and saw my BIL’s motorbike parked hidden behind the house. I knew my sister was pregnant and had gone to the doctor with my grandma that morning, yet unusually both front doors were locked from the inside.
Normally, when Mom was alone at home, she might be in the kitchen or in our goat shed. We had ten goats: two males, two grandmothers, four mothers, and two kids.
Grandma took care of our goats and had a business selling milk and lambs. I felt something unnatural was happening because I had noticed my BIL watching my mom’s body with lust several times, and Mom would respond with a pleasant smile, skulking away from everyone else in the house.
I kept calm and walked around the home, peeping through the ventilator of our kitchen. I saw a scene that turned my life from that of a gentleman boy into a mad, vulgar motherfucker.
My mom was lying on our kitchen slab, partly naked, with her fat white thighs widened and a furious expression on her face as she looked around. My BIL was also half-naked, standing between her thighs, his loins moving forward and backward with the sound of their thighs beating against each other.
Mom’s legs were wrapped around his buttocks, and only BIL was enjoying the heat of my mom’s pussy, but Mom looked frightened and widened her thighs in fear. My mom’s blouse and bra were partly lifted up by BIL, and his left hand was on her breast. I was stunned and started having evil thoughts of fucking my mom. If my BIL can fuck my mom, I thought, why can’t I? Or even his wife—my sister?
I didn’t waste time. I opened my mobile video camera, inserted it into the ventilator hole, and recorded the wonderful fuck.
After some heavy thrusting, my BIL drew back his dick, smelled my mom’s pussy, and started licking her thighs. It was the first time I had seen a guy fucking a woman, and specifically, a son-in-law fucking his own mother-in-law—a man licking a woman’s pussy.
After five minutes of recording, I stopped the video and took some still shots of them both. From that incident, the evil thought to fuck my mom and my sister began to take root, as both females were very cute and seemed capable of accommodating at least two giant cocks at once in their vulva and ass hole.
My body and soul started to shiver, and my dick remained fully erect. I failed to hide my cock in my lungi and jeans, as I had never masturbated until then.
At 18 years old and 5 feet 9 inches tall, I had never learned my mom’s body language before seeing this fantastic scene for the first time in my life. But I had developed a libido for my mom and had no idea how to fulfill my lust or direct my mad erotomania toward my mom’s body.
I caressed my erected dick with both hands and promised myself to be patient. I would find a chance to see the inner heavenly part of my mom’s and sister’s vagina, to play, conquer, excavate, taste, wiggle, and plough inside both divine caves. But my body was not in a position to accept this request; my cock kept trying to burst out from my lungi and pants.
After the wonderful fuck, BIL freed my mom. He removed a condom from his dick, and Mom woke up from the slab. She parted her thighs, placed her right hand between them, and pressed her vagina, rubbing it over her petticoat. BIL hugged my mom and went out through the back door, leaving it open.
As usual, he started his bike and left for his shop. Mom came out from the front door, looked around our home premises, and then went into the kitchen to restore the kitchen slab to its previous condition. In the meantime, I entered the kitchen and hid from Mom.
She came back into the kitchen and was stunned to see me beneath the slab, exactly where Mom had lain for some time to feed her vulva with my BIL’s dick. She was totally afraid, confused, gasping, and shivering. I stepped out from my hiding place and stood in front of Mom, looking into her eyes very seriously. She was in a state of utter helplessness and totally surrendered to me.