A and B (the Begining)
Copyright© 2026 by Arthur
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In Korba, Chhattisgarh, 43-year-old Bindu feels unfulfilled in her marriage to Vinod, a 56-year-old successful businessman. Despite her efforts to maintain intimacy and her attractive appearance, Vinod's waning performance and interest leave her emotionally distant and neglected. Their college-aged son, Abhishek, copes with stress by smoking. Late one night in the dark hallway, Abhishek hears muffled crying from his parents' bedroom. Peeking through the door gap, he witnesses an intimate encount
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Age Gap Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Incest Mother Son MaleDom Indian Male Indian Female Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Smoking Indian Erotica
This is the story of Bindu and her son Abhishek. Bindu is 43 years old. She has a 40-inch bust (D cup), a 35-inch waist, and 44-inch hips. She is a housewife from Korba, Chhattisgarh. Even at her age she has an attractive figure and usually wears a saree at home. Many men in the neighborhood have eyes on her. Her husband Vinod is 56 and a successful businessman. Since it was a love marriage, they have no relatives.They live in a large house. Abhishek is in college and is a below-average student. Bindu, who is educated, sometimes helps him with his studies.He used to smoke ganja with his friends. He smokes ganja after everyone has gone to sleep.
One day he smoked hardly; it was midnight, and without the lights, he went to the bathroom, and it was very dark, and nobody was going to see him. He heard soft crying coming from the parents’ bedroom. Abhishek realized that it was her mother’s sound, and he just stopped and thought. A small peak can be done to check on her. He walked slowly and reached the door.He just stopped in front of the door. He peeked through the gap in the door and saw his parents having sex inside the room. Both were completely naked. His father, Vinod, was gripping his mother’s hair tightly and pulling it while thrusting his cock into her.They were in a doggy position, and for luck, Bindu was facing the door; he could see her facial expressions, and her huge tits were swinging with each trust. There is pain and excitement in her face.
Inside the room
Bindu: Vinod, stop moving your penis so fast.You cum fast, shove this cock in this fast.
Vinod: Bindu my body is ready to finish even if I’m not trying to.
Within a few seconds he finishes with a groan.
Bindu: You finished early. I need one more round, and I’m still wet.
Vinod: No, Bindu.
With a mischievous smile, Bindu took Vinod’s hand, placed it over one of her breasts, and said, “My dear, just hold this; let me suck your sleeping ‘little guy’ to life.”
Vinod: Bindu, I am tired. I don’t get the same pleasure as before when I touch your breasts; perhaps it’s because of age.
Bindu: She paused for a second and said, “Is this the fault you cum early? You used to fold it. You think my body is old? I asked to touch my body and offered my mouth, and you said my breasts are old.
“Vinod: Don’t make a scene, Bindu; I need to go early.
And he takes the sheet and covers himself and the turnaround Bindu gasped and took a tissue paper beside her and spread her legs wide and wiped her vagina. Abhishek can see clearly her mother’s vagina and Bindu stud up in the lights; he saw his mother’s beauty, and Bindu walks to turn off the lights when she walks. Her tits were swinging, and he saw her big ass when she turned around. Bindu once again looked to her husband and the clock and turned off the light, and the room filled with darkness.
When Abhishek looked into his leg, his cock was ready to explode. Without making any sound, he walks to his room and rolls one stick and inhales a huge amount of smoke
Abhishek starts to think about their relationship. “Why does Father refuse to have sex? He is complaining about her age, but she still looks sexy at her age. His father’s words come to his mind.
“Bindu, your breasts were old.”
Back to Abhishek’s inner mind
“I have seen those big breasts through the saree while she works in the kitchen and the deep cleavage when she offers a plate while having breakfast, and just a few minutes back I saw with my own eyes. Her dark nipples – those breasts are fine like wine. They could make an old man harden. They could make a young man lose his place in a conversation, and he is complaining.”
Abhishek recalls the bedroom scene once again. He inhales the last smoke from the stick and lies on the bed
Abhishek starts to think about Bindu, her huge breast swinging, dark nipples pocking, and her soft lips and her vagina with some hair on it, her jiggling ass. Abhishek takes his erect cock out and starts to stroke it
“Mom, unlike what Dad says, your body is still so young. If I were the one in that bed with you instead of Dad, I wouldn’t even let you sleep. I would suckle those breasts dry and drink up every drop of honey flowing from your pussy. My cock belongs to you. your husband handling you as trash.”
Within seconds he cum a lot in the bed.After he went to sleep, he dreamed about her.
‘She is working in the kitchen in a white bra and panties. Abhishek walks to the kitchen; as soon as he sees her, his cock gets hard, and he goes behind her and grabs her. He places one hand on her stomach and the other hand on her breast.
Bindu: Son, you really scared me. Oh, your cock is already up this early in the morning.
Abhishek: I want to wake up and see you like this every day. Mom, just turn off the stove; let’s spend some time in our own world.
Bindu turned around and hugged her son; her big breasts pressed against his chest. She kneels in front of him and takes out his cock from his pants. Now Abhishek can view his mother’s cleavage; she takes the entire cock in her mouth and takes it in and out.
Abhishek: Mother, your mouth feels warm, and you are sucking like a pro.
Bindu: Son, make me yours. If I am with you, I am going to give you a blowjob every day; you can feel my warm mouth.After a few minutes.
Abhishek: Enough, Mom, time to feel that pussy.
She removed her panties.
Bindu: Son, I am ready now.
Abhishek lifted her and seated her on the kitchen slab; she placed her legs apart, and she smiled.
Bindu: Don’t waste time. I am wet now; your father can be here at any time.
Bindu was in her white bra, and Abhishek was naked; he touched her vagina, and it was wet. As soon as he touched her, her facial expressions changed, and she bit her lips.
Bindu: Hey kid, don’t waste time; slowly push it in Without listening, he grabbed both her breasts, she held him with one hand, and then guided his cock into her vagina. She cried a little. Abhishek then buried his face between her breasts. He began to move his hips. He fucked her slowly.
Abhishek: Mom, both your breasts are still quite big at this age; I feel like both your breasts are ready to burst out of your bra. Let me take a look.
Bindu: Son, these breasts are yours; your father doesn’t even touch them. Quickly unhook my bra.It was just him and his mother in the kitchen, and he was reaching out and trying to unhook her bra.
It happened suddenly; Vinod burst into the kitchen from somewhere. He shouted, leaving both mother and son momentarily stunned.
Vinod:You fucking bitch, Aren’t you ashamed to engage in sexual intercourse with your son?
Vinod grabbed her by the hair and dragged her along.
Abhishek heard his mother screaming, “Son, help me!” Without a second thought, Abhishek grabbed a knife from the kitchen, approached Vinod from behind, and plunged it into his stomach. The man collapsed to the floor with a cry of pain. Abhishek rushed over and held his mother close. Suppressing her sobs, Bindu said, “You saved me from this monster, son. Let’s run far away from here—and then you must marry me; I will be completely yours then.” Suddenly, Abhishek was stabbed from behind by Vinod.
Suddenly Abhishek woke up from the dream
The next night, Abhishek peeked through the gap in the door just as he had the previous day. He was shocked to see his mother—her legs spread wide—inserting a banana into her pussy and deriving pleasure from it, while his father lay fast asleep right beside her. Her face clearly showed the ecstasy she was experiencing.
Upon seeing this scene, Abhishek grabbed his cock and started stroking it; a short while later, she climaxed, and Abhishek immediately ejaculated as well.
Bindu regularly masturbated using a banana.
Abhishek, meanwhile, took advantage of the situation; he made a habit of watching his mother’s sexual encounters at night. Moreover, he would constantly observe her breasts, navel visible through the folds of her sari, and her ample buttocks even while she was working in the kitchen.
But Bindu was unaware of any of this. Abhishek had developed a habit of masturbating while smelling the panties she had left in the bathroom to be washed. He was unable to even focus on his studies.
He used to jerk off thinking of her
One day, when Abhishek returned home from college, his mother was getting ready to go out. She was draping a saree.
Abhishek: Mom, where are you going?
Bindu: I was planning to buy a dress for myself; are you coming along? Dad will pick us up on the way back. Abhishek: Alright Mom, I’ll come too.
The two of them took a bus and arrived at the shop. Salesgirl: Madam, what kind of dress are you looking for? Bindu: I need a saree to wear at home.
Abhishek: (Interjecting) Mom, you always wear sarees; why don’t you buy something else?
Bindu looked at him.
Bindu: At my age, what else would a mother wear but a saree?
Abhishek: You aren’t old at all, Mom. Let me pick something out—just take a look. (Speaking to the salesgirl) Please get that pink nighty. The nighty was handed over;
Bindu stood there, stunned. Abhishek held up the nighty to check it.
Abhishek: This will suit you perfectly, Mom. Please pack this one.
Salesgirl: Are you looking for undergarments as well, Madam?
Bindu felt embarrassed; how could she discuss that in front of her son?
Abhishek: Go ahead and buy them, Mom.It is good to change your undergarments occasionally.
Salesgirl: Madam, what is your size? Bindu (shyly): 38. Salesgirl: Madam, we have new fashion bras available. Bindu stood there feeling a bit self-conscious.
Abhishek: Why not try one of the new fashion styles, Mom?