Chapter 1

I think it would be better to start with an introduction here.

I am Raj, a 20 year old boy, living in a small village with my 36 year old mother, Smriti. I am 5’5” tall, and I know what you are thinking; I am fairly short considering my age. But that just runs in my family. I am quite athletic and love playing football. I am won a fair amount of medals during my school years in sports. Academically, I was far more inclined towards business as I wanted to grow up and take over my father’s business.

My mother, Smriti, as I introduced earlier, is 36 years old. You may be wondering, how on earth do my mom and I are only 16 years apart in age. Well, you know how it is in villages. My mother’s family was not well off and getting a marriage offer from my father’s family, who were quite wealthy, was the last thing my mother’s parents expected.

They did not even hesitate to say yes.

My mother is your typical housewife, looking after me as I was growing up and taking care of the house. She was 5’2” tall, with D-cup and slightly saggy breasts. She had wide hips and a matronly ass. She had long hair that came up to her waist. Even at the age of 36, she looked like she was in her late twenties. My father, Mohan, is 55 years old and 5’5” tall just like me. For as long as I had known, my father had always been busy with his business, which included a chain of restaurants-cum-hotels. He did not have much time for me or my mom. But I never complained, mostly because he would always shower us with gifts. Anything I wanted, he would have it ready for me. I remember when I saw that Playstation 3 ad I saw on TV. I just happened to mention him once at dinner when he was home and the next birthday he gifts me a Playstation 3. Even though I did not want it. So, I did not really complain much. However, the same could not be said for my mother. Something, I would realise only when father left our lives.

Left our lives, in the sense that he went away due to business purposes, not that he was dead.

Anyway, four years ago, father came home and declared that he planned to establish his chain of restaurants in another state. He offered us to come with him, but my mother was afraid of city life and much preferred staying in the village. And frankly, while I did want to explore the cities, I too preferred it here seeing as all my friends were here.

My father did not question our decisions much and left the house the very next day. He hasn’t returned once in the last four years and there’s a reason why.

My father’s trip did not really make me sad. As if I would ever notice his absence, seeing as he was barely home as long as I could remember.

However, his absence began to take a toll on my mother.

And being a momma’s boy (don’t diss me), I did not like seeing her upset.

Many a times, I would come home from school and I would find her forlornly looking out of the window as if expecting someone to arrive but both of us knew better than that. Father was not coming home, not anytime soon. Sometimes, after dinner I would find her sitting on the couch staring blankly at the television.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed. Father was still away taking care of his business. He would video-call us and we would all talk. But that was not enough to fill the gap my mother felt due to his absence. So, one day I called father when mom had gone out for grocery. And I told him how he was hurting mom and that he needed to finish his business fast and return home.

However, as I had expected, father sorrowfully informed me that returning home was just not possible as he was filled to the brim with work.

I wanted to scream at him, curse him. But I could not. Because, I may not love him but I still respected him.

But he gave me an idea. He told me to take my mom out. Spend time with her. Basically, he told me to do everything he would do for mom. And of course, I agreed.

So, when mom returned home from grocery shopping, I proposed we go out for dinner after watching a movie at the city which was only an hour drive away. She protested, but I managed to convince her.

So, we dressed simply and went to watch a movie at INOX. After that, we went for dinner at an expensive restaurant.

When we returned home that night, I could clearly see that mom was happy and had enjoyed the day far more than I had expected. And this made me very happy.

Like that, I started proposing new things to do with her. Sometime we would spend the day shopping, sometime we would just spend the day at home watching a movie on TV. We even went on picnics once a month.

And like that another year had passed. Throughout the year, I could see that mom had become progressively happy and cheerful. I was really happy for her and tried to do my best to keep her happy.

And then, I turned eighteen and finally stepped into adulthood.

For my birthday, mom had decided to throw a party in the city just for the two of us. And believe me, that was the first time I had seen my mom wear something so sexy that I could not take my eyes off of her.

It was torture to just stay so close to her and not touch her. And while I wanted to molest her, I surely could not do that. When we came home, I had massive hard on being squeezed my underpants. It hurt but I had to control.

I said goodnight to my mom and quickly went to my room to jerk off.

I had only undressed when I heard the door to my room open.

I turned and the sight that nearly popped my eyes out.

There in the door was standing my mother wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen.

That was the day, I lost virginity to my mom and found out something new about her.

The next morning when my father video-called, he asked how I liked his gift. I, of course, got confused. He laughed and told me that it was his own idea that he proposed to mom.

I was shocked beyond belief.

He then informed me that the task he had given me to take my mom on dates was his test to see if I cared about my mom.

And then I heard a voice.

It was my father’s sister, Sweta. She came into view through the call.

And for the umpteenth time that day, I was taken by shock. Why? Because there was my loving aunt standing in her naked glory. I could see a collar around her neck, but I could not read it properly.

She wished me happy birthday and asked me to take care of my mother properly.

My father than wished me too and told me that my mother would explain me everything. When he ended the call, I looked at her and asked if she knew about it and she said yes. That day I was given a lot of revelations about my family.

I learned that even before my father and my mother met, my father had relations with his own sister. And my mother would often see her brother fucking their mother around the house.

Incest had been a great turn on for both of them.