Disclaimer: The following narration is a true description of events which took place a few years ago. Names of characters and places have been changed for concealing the identity of the individuals in question.
Hello everyone my name is Anirudh Nayar and this is not my story, but it is a story which no one can tell better and it is a story that needs to be told. This story revolves around an incident which took place way back in 2008 and I had just turned 18 that year and was in my 12th grade. I lived in Borivali in Mumbai with my parents and a younger brother who is 8 years younger to me.
We lived in a 1 BHK apartment in a housing colony. My parents and my younger brother used to sleep in the bedroom while I used to put a mattress and sleep on the ground in the hall. My father was a Physics professor in one of the most reputed engineering colleges in Mumbai and my mother worked as a clerk for a bank.
My father’s name is Vishnu Nayar he is a qualified engineer and married my mother after he completed his M. Tech and they had an arrange marriage and got married in 1988, they had me in 1991 and had my younger brother Abhishek in 2000. My mother’s name is Pratiba and she was born and raised in Calicut, Kerala. She completed her 12th grade exams in Kerala itself Malayalam medium and took up a job in the bank.
Her fair complexion attracted a lot of marriage proposals from a very early age however she got married to my father only at the age of 24.
Now let me tell you all a bit about myself. Like most of you and I started watching porn at a very young age. I used to masturbate in school fantasizing about girls from my senior batches.
I spent a lot of time surfing the net and masturbating on pictures of American teen porn models, etc. I was extremely voyeuristic in my ways and spent a lot of time clicking and sharing voyeuristic pictures and doing online role plays. I had made a lot of online chat friends, most of them fellow horny men like me and all we’d do is share our fantasies, sometimes some of them who were lucky enough to get laid would share pictures and videos of their love making session
And I would jack off to that and I was extremely horny nerd and I did everything my chat friends asked me to do including editing pictures of their mothers and sisters since I was good at photo shop. I had built this amount of trust with my online friends that they would share pictures of their own mothers, aunts, sisters, teachers with me and ask me to morph it for them without sharing it on any adult site
And I would always adhere to their guidelines. I used to spend a lot of time online and would get at least five friend request from various people, most of them were incest lovers who used to view the various voyeur and celebrity fake threads I had online. I was very careful not to share my personal details with any of them once however a long time online friend of mine Hussain probed me about my personal life.
I had known Hussain for almost a year and I had never met him in person but spent a lot of time chatting with him online. He was a incest lover and often shared fantasies about his mother, Rafia. He’d send me pictures of his mother for me to morph in various sex positions with various men. He was one of the few people I had developed a rather pleasant rapport with.
However, that day when Hussain probed me about my life, something in me changed.
This is what our conversation read:
Sexyboy hussain: Dude, you always ask me about my mom why don’t you tell me about your mom is she big? What’s her bra size? Have you seen her getting fucked by anyone apart from your dad? Show me her pic man. I immediately logged out and deleted Hussain off my friends list but something stuck with me that day.
I didn’t have the answers to any of those questions, I didn’t know what my mother’s bra size was, I haven’t even seen her being kissed by my dad, seeing her getting fucked by another man was a distant dream. I had never looked at my mother as a sex object, and had never harboured any sexual feelings for her. Maybe I was too scared to even think of it but that night something really changed in me as I lay on my mattress staring at the ceiling.
I had images of my mother Pratibha running through my mind. Pratibha Nayar was 42 year old, mother of two Malayali lady who moved to Mumbai after marrying Vishnu Nayar. She had been working in a bank for more than 15 years, her elder son me was in the 12th grade studying science, while her younger son was in the fourth grade.
Pratibha was a doting mother to her two kids and a caring wife to her professor husband. Pratibha was a typical south Indian lady, she spoke Malayalam at home, her Hindi was pretty bad in the beginning, but subsequently got better after staying in Mumbai although her accent was a giveaway, she spoke average English but she was no match to her two kids and husband in this department even though she was a working woman.
She did all the household chores, although she had a washing machine at home for washing clothes. Pratibha had been taking the Bombay local train to work for the past 15 years, over the years she made a few friends who were regulars with her in the ladies special, besides that she had a couple of female friends in office. Her life revolved completely around her family. She didn’t have much of a social life besides attending the odd wedding here
And there as the images rushed through my mind, I noticed I had developed a boner. I was consumed with guilt and shame, but I decided to let go. I loved my mom, but I was sure everyone else did too, even the one who wrote stories about their mothers on net and the ones who shared their pictures with me. I decided to look at my mother as a woman and not solely as my mother.
I got up from my mattress and walked into the bathroom connected to my parent’s bedroom. All three of them were fast asleep, I switched on the light and spotted my mother’s used underwear and bra lying under her nightie, which was all put for wash. I pulled my boxers down and let me cock out, I took mom’s bra in my hand and started rubbing the cup with me dick, I took her brown soiled underwear and started sniffing it.
My mom wore 36 c bra, as I rubbed my dick against her bra I could smell the odour of her vagina through her underwear, a weird kind of a current rushed through me. I came into her bra cup and sat down there to think of what had just happened in the last 20 odd minutes for the first time I had thought of my mom as a woman, and I was bewildered as to where my imaginations could take me.
My mother was a very beautiful Malayali Brahmin, she had milky white complexion, and long black hair till her hips. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and was slightly on the heavier side like mot south Indians. She dressed very moderately and had a very conservative sense of fashion, which is one of the other reasons maybe why I never looked at her that way, she wasn’t out and out sexy, but she could be sexy if you could look past her salwar kameez
She usually wore to work, or her dull nighties which she wore at home. She wore sarees on special occasions like Puja, wedding or some festival. She used to look stunning in sarees, though she never really showed too much skin, the skin of her back and the little tummy skin was enough to get you to fantasize about her. It was impossible to think of my mother having sex or indulging in anything remotely close to it she was extremely religious and very conservative.
She would feel awkward talking to other men, and avoided being around other men without the company of me or some of her female friends. She would get scared even to let a plumber into the house when there was no one at home therefore, for me to actually get to fuck my mother was all but impossible. I didn’t have the guts to approach my mother or make any advances towards her, especially not when dad is home half the time.
So, I decided to play the pimp to my mom, I just wanted to see my mother naked, see her get fucked and I didn’t care if it was someone else. That night, I added Hussain back on my friends list and told him about my plans, I also shared a picture of my mother with him, he said my mother was beautiful and anyone would want to fuck the living daylight out of her.
I suspected that too, but the difficult part was not getting men who were willing to fuck her, the difficult part was selecting someone who my mom would want to fuck, which was very difficult very difficult. My mom’s relationship with my dad was like how mot marriages are, there was no romance whatsoever, my brother used to sleep between my parents so you can imagine how dead their life was but
They were still going strong as a marriage, they were parent to big boys, so it would have been almost impossible for either of them to even think of a affair outside marriage, besides they were too busy at home and work to have the time for meeting someone new to have a affair with as time went by my frustration only grew and I couldn’t concentrate on my studies either, getting my mother laid was the only thing on my mind one night while chatting with Hussain.
I told him how desperate I am to see my mother getting fucked, so he told me he’ll help me out and we decided to meet. The next day when I met Hussain for the first time and he was the first online friend I had met in real life, he was around 23 years old and a little dark complexioned, big built when I met him, he seemed eager to get his hands on my mother.
He told me to take him home when my mother is there in the absence of my father and he’ll do the rest. So that evening, I took him home at 4, my mother comes home at around 4:30 and my father at 8, so that would give hussain almost 4 hours to do whatever he wanted to. I was extremely excited yet nervous. Hussain and I went home at 4 and waited for my mom to come while we were waiting Hussain checked out my mother’s soiled undergarments and rubbed his penis against it.
I had a boner just imagining that monster hussain fuck my mother. Mom finally came home at around 5, I introduced Hussain to her as my friends, she smiled at him and went inside to have a shower while she was having a shower and I asked him what’s he going to do, he seemed pretty nervous himself.
Mom came out of the bathroom wearing a nightie since her body was still wet some parts of her clothes were sticking to her body which made her look even more sexier. I noticed a huge boner that had developed in Hussains pants but he was too scared to do anything. Mom went into the kitchen and started cooking and Hussain left soon without making a move.
I was very disappointed that day, and had made my peace with just being able to masturbate thinking of my mother. Months went by and my fascination for my mother only grew, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I continued sharing my fantasies about my mom with Hussain, who had become a good friend by then. He loved my mom too, but had given up hope himself.
However in late 2007, during September my father got a job opportunity from an Indian engineering college in Dubai. Most of my dad’s relatives, including his brothers live in Dubai. He had been trying for this job for very long and was very pleased to finally get it. He was supposed to move to Dubai in November. The pay in Dubai was much better than the measly salary he earned in Bombay, but still not good enough to have us all move there with him immediately.
Plus I was in my 12th grade and couldn’t have moved colleges. So it was decided that my father will go to Dubai, and my mother would stay back along with me and my brother. I was upset that I couldn’t go to Dubai, as I had never gone abroad before but I was secretly also happy that I will get to spend more time with my mother and can finally implement my plan.
The day finally came and my dad left for Dubai.
He wasn’t going to come back for at least one year and it wasn’t certain as to when we’d be able to go there. Mom was very low the first few days after he left; they spoke on the phone every day unfortunately though the recession hit Dubai within a couple of months of him shifting there. My dad was luckily not removed from his job, but had to go through a salary cut and all his preferences travel expenses, phone bills were put on hold.
Because of which he couldn’t call us for a very long time. A couple of months passed and the tension at home had eased, my board exams were done and I was free for the next three months. Dad never called, but would send letters every week. It became my weekly chore to go collect dad’s letter. Mom was also getting slightly better however she used to get agitated a lot at us she’d scold me for little things but was also extremely warm to me on certain occasions.
After my exams were done I had more time to think and fantasize about her, I got in touch with Hussain again and started talking to him and that’s when a full proof plan struck my head. I created a account in social media for my father, I told my mom that Dad had called and had asked me to tell her to sign up on social media account so that they could keep in touch. My mom seemed happy with the news and I helped her sign up and create a profile.
I made her upload a picture of herself though she resisted initially as she was too shy then I showed her how to use this account and I sent a friend request to my Dads account handled by me and she then searched for some of her school friends and was surprised to find a lot of them. She immediately took a liking this account which was a very encouraging sign for me.
Hello everyone my name is Anirudh Nayar and this is not my story, but it is a story which no one can tell better and it is a story that needs to be told. This story revolves around an incident which took place way back in 2008 and I had just turned 18 that year and was in my 12th grade. I lived in Borivali in Mumbai with my parents and a younger brother who is 8 years younger to me.
We lived in a 1 BHK apartment in a housing colony. My parents and my younger brother used to sleep in the bedroom while I used to put a mattress and sleep on the ground in the hall. My father was a Physics professor in one of the most reputed engineering colleges in Mumbai and my mother worked as a clerk for a bank.
My father’s name is Vishnu Nayar he is a qualified engineer and married my mother after he completed his M. Tech and they had an arrange marriage and got married in 1988, they had me in 1991 and had my younger brother Abhishek in 2000. My mother’s name is Pratiba and she was born and raised in Calicut, Kerala. She completed her 12th grade exams in Kerala itself Malayalam medium and took up a job in the bank.
Her fair complexion attracted a lot of marriage proposals from a very early age however she got married to my father only at the age of 24.
Now let me tell you all a bit about myself. Like most of you and I started watching porn at a very young age. I used to masturbate in school fantasizing about girls from my senior batches.
I spent a lot of time surfing the net and masturbating on pictures of American teen porn models, etc. I was extremely voyeuristic in my ways and spent a lot of time clicking and sharing voyeuristic pictures and doing online role plays. I had made a lot of online chat friends, most of them fellow horny men like me and all we’d do is share our fantasies, sometimes some of them who were lucky enough to get laid would share pictures and videos of their love making session
And I would jack off to that and I was extremely horny nerd and I did everything my chat friends asked me to do including editing pictures of their mothers and sisters since I was good at photo shop. I had built this amount of trust with my online friends that they would share pictures of their own mothers, aunts, sisters, teachers with me and ask me to morph it for them without sharing it on any adult site
And I would always adhere to their guidelines. I used to spend a lot of time online and would get at least five friend request from various people, most of them were incest lovers who used to view the various voyeur and celebrity fake threads I had online. I was very careful not to share my personal details with any of them once however a long time online friend of mine Hussain probed me about my personal life.
I had known Hussain for almost a year and I had never met him in person but spent a lot of time chatting with him online. He was a incest lover and often shared fantasies about his mother, Rafia. He’d send me pictures of his mother for me to morph in various sex positions with various men. He was one of the few people I had developed a rather pleasant rapport with.
However, that day when Hussain probed me about my life, something in me changed.
This is what our conversation read:
Sexyboy hussain: Dude, you always ask me about my mom why don’t you tell me about your mom is she big? What’s her bra size? Have you seen her getting fucked by anyone apart from your dad? Show me her pic man. I immediately logged out and deleted Hussain off my friends list but something stuck with me that day.
I didn’t have the answers to any of those questions, I didn’t know what my mother’s bra size was, I haven’t even seen her being kissed by my dad, seeing her getting fucked by another man was a distant dream. I had never looked at my mother as a sex object, and had never harboured any sexual feelings for her. Maybe I was too scared to even think of it but that night something really changed in me as I lay on my mattress staring at the ceiling.
I had images of my mother Pratibha running through my mind. Pratibha Nayar was 42 year old, mother of two Malayali lady who moved to Mumbai after marrying Vishnu Nayar. She had been working in a bank for more than 15 years, her elder son me was in the 12th grade studying science, while her younger son was in the fourth grade.
Pratibha was a doting mother to her two kids and a caring wife to her professor husband. Pratibha was a typical south Indian lady, she spoke Malayalam at home, her Hindi was pretty bad in the beginning, but subsequently got better after staying in Mumbai although her accent was a giveaway, she spoke average English but she was no match to her two kids and husband in this department even though she was a working woman.
She did all the household chores, although she had a washing machine at home for washing clothes. Pratibha had been taking the Bombay local train to work for the past 15 years, over the years she made a few friends who were regulars with her in the ladies special, besides that she had a couple of female friends in office. Her life revolved completely around her family. She didn’t have much of a social life besides attending the odd wedding here
And there as the images rushed through my mind, I noticed I had developed a boner. I was consumed with guilt and shame, but I decided to let go. I loved my mom, but I was sure everyone else did too, even the one who wrote stories about their mothers on net and the ones who shared their pictures with me. I decided to look at my mother as a woman and not solely as my mother.
I got up from my mattress and walked into the bathroom connected to my parent’s bedroom. All three of them were fast asleep, I switched on the light and spotted my mother’s used underwear and bra lying under her nightie, which was all put for wash. I pulled my boxers down and let me cock out, I took mom’s bra in my hand and started rubbing the cup with me dick, I took her brown soiled underwear and started sniffing it.
My mom wore 36 c bra, as I rubbed my dick against her bra I could smell the odour of her vagina through her underwear, a weird kind of a current rushed through me. I came into her bra cup and sat down there to think of what had just happened in the last 20 odd minutes for the first time I had thought of my mom as a woman, and I was bewildered as to where my imaginations could take me.
My mother was a very beautiful Malayali Brahmin, she had milky white complexion, and long black hair till her hips. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and was slightly on the heavier side like mot south Indians. She dressed very moderately and had a very conservative sense of fashion, which is one of the other reasons maybe why I never looked at her that way, she wasn’t out and out sexy, but she could be sexy if you could look past her salwar kameez
She usually wore to work, or her dull nighties which she wore at home. She wore sarees on special occasions like Puja, wedding or some festival. She used to look stunning in sarees, though she never really showed too much skin, the skin of her back and the little tummy skin was enough to get you to fantasize about her. It was impossible to think of my mother having sex or indulging in anything remotely close to it she was extremely religious and very conservative.
She would feel awkward talking to other men, and avoided being around other men without the company of me or some of her female friends. She would get scared even to let a plumber into the house when there was no one at home therefore, for me to actually get to fuck my mother was all but impossible. I didn’t have the guts to approach my mother or make any advances towards her, especially not when dad is home half the time.
So, I decided to play the pimp to my mom, I just wanted to see my mother naked, see her get fucked and I didn’t care if it was someone else. That night, I added Hussain back on my friends list and told him about my plans, I also shared a picture of my mother with him, he said my mother was beautiful and anyone would want to fuck the living daylight out of her.
I suspected that too, but the difficult part was not getting men who were willing to fuck her, the difficult part was selecting someone who my mom would want to fuck, which was very difficult very difficult. My mom’s relationship with my dad was like how mot marriages are, there was no romance whatsoever, my brother used to sleep between my parents so you can imagine how dead their life was but
They were still going strong as a marriage, they were parent to big boys, so it would have been almost impossible for either of them to even think of a affair outside marriage, besides they were too busy at home and work to have the time for meeting someone new to have a affair with as time went by my frustration only grew and I couldn’t concentrate on my studies either, getting my mother laid was the only thing on my mind one night while chatting with Hussain.
I told him how desperate I am to see my mother getting fucked, so he told me he’ll help me out and we decided to meet. The next day when I met Hussain for the first time and he was the first online friend I had met in real life, he was around 23 years old and a little dark complexioned, big built when I met him, he seemed eager to get his hands on my mother.
He told me to take him home when my mother is there in the absence of my father and he’ll do the rest. So that evening, I took him home at 4, my mother comes home at around 4:30 and my father at 8, so that would give hussain almost 4 hours to do whatever he wanted to. I was extremely excited yet nervous. Hussain and I went home at 4 and waited for my mom to come while we were waiting Hussain checked out my mother’s soiled undergarments and rubbed his penis against it.
I had a boner just imagining that monster hussain fuck my mother. Mom finally came home at around 5, I introduced Hussain to her as my friends, she smiled at him and went inside to have a shower while she was having a shower and I asked him what’s he going to do, he seemed pretty nervous himself.
Mom came out of the bathroom wearing a nightie since her body was still wet some parts of her clothes were sticking to her body which made her look even more sexier. I noticed a huge boner that had developed in Hussains pants but he was too scared to do anything. Mom went into the kitchen and started cooking and Hussain left soon without making a move.
I was very disappointed that day, and had made my peace with just being able to masturbate thinking of my mother. Months went by and my fascination for my mother only grew, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I continued sharing my fantasies about my mom with Hussain, who had become a good friend by then. He loved my mom too, but had given up hope himself.
However in late 2007, during September my father got a job opportunity from an Indian engineering college in Dubai. Most of my dad’s relatives, including his brothers live in Dubai. He had been trying for this job for very long and was very pleased to finally get it. He was supposed to move to Dubai in November. The pay in Dubai was much better than the measly salary he earned in Bombay, but still not good enough to have us all move there with him immediately.
Plus I was in my 12th grade and couldn’t have moved colleges. So it was decided that my father will go to Dubai, and my mother would stay back along with me and my brother. I was upset that I couldn’t go to Dubai, as I had never gone abroad before but I was secretly also happy that I will get to spend more time with my mother and can finally implement my plan.
The day finally came and my dad left for Dubai.
He wasn’t going to come back for at least one year and it wasn’t certain as to when we’d be able to go there. Mom was very low the first few days after he left; they spoke on the phone every day unfortunately though the recession hit Dubai within a couple of months of him shifting there. My dad was luckily not removed from his job, but had to go through a salary cut and all his preferences travel expenses, phone bills were put on hold.
Because of which he couldn’t call us for a very long time. A couple of months passed and the tension at home had eased, my board exams were done and I was free for the next three months. Dad never called, but would send letters every week. It became my weekly chore to go collect dad’s letter. Mom was also getting slightly better however she used to get agitated a lot at us she’d scold me for little things but was also extremely warm to me on certain occasions.
After my exams were done I had more time to think and fantasize about her, I got in touch with Hussain again and started talking to him and that’s when a full proof plan struck my head. I created a account in social media for my father, I told my mom that Dad had called and had asked me to tell her to sign up on social media account so that they could keep in touch. My mom seemed happy with the news and I helped her sign up and create a profile.
I made her upload a picture of herself though she resisted initially as she was too shy then I showed her how to use this account and I sent a friend request to my Dads account handled by me and she then searched for some of her school friends and was surprised to find a lot of them. She immediately took a liking this account which was a very encouraging sign for me.
