Let me tell you about something that’s happened several years ago. It’s an incestuous story.

I was a 20 year old college student at the time living at home with my parents. My dad worked long hours as lawyer, and my mother was a math teacher at the same university that I attended. She’s basically the type of mother you would see on a television sitcom with her ‘soccer mom’ attire, stylish personality, and a charming attitude. Sure, she could be a little feisty at times, but that’s also what made her so lovable.

This story begins in the middle of December, just two months before Valentine’s Day. My mother had recently given birth to her third child and was preparing to return to her teaching duties after having taken a semester off. And, well, what’s written below is what transpired…

Getting Mom in Shape

“Can we talk for a second?” my mother asked as I was watching a football game. “I kind of need a favor from you.”

“Sure, but can this wait until later? This game is almost over,” I replied, almost to the point of ignoring her with my eyes glued to the television.

She picked up the remote control and shut the tv off.

“Hey! I was watching that!”

“You can read the results online or catch the replay on the news, I really don’t see what the difference is anyway,” she replied sternly, with her eyebrows raised.

“Fine, what can I do for you mom.”

Her hands reached underneath her t-shirt and she lifted it up to reveal her soft and curvy stomach to me.

“That’s what you can do for me,” she replied. “I’ve gotten my strength and energy back since giving birth, and I desperately want to get back in shape. And at my age, it’s not as easy as it used to be. So what do you say? Do you think you give your old mother a good workout routine? We’ve still got a lot of old gym equipment in the garage that we could use.”

“Mom, you’re being way to hard on yourself. You look great the way you are and those curves of yours look very womanly,” I said with encouragement.

“Thanks, but after having another baby, I desperately feel the need to get in good shape while I still can. So what’s it going to be?”

I gave her a skeptical look. “I don’t know about this. I mean, it would be kind of awkward don’t you think? You know, with me having to watch you do reps with weights and all that. Why don’t you go to the gym instead? They’ve got all the best equipment, not to mention that the personal trainers there are used to dealing with women your age…no offense mom.”

“Gyms today are so crowded,” she replied. “Plus you know how much of a clean freak I am. All of the machines and lockers have got to be covered with germs and bacteria; I read about it on the news.”

“Seriously? I walked past the gym at the mall and it was less than half full. It looked spotless as well. There are a lot of regulations nowadays about cleanliness you know. There’s anti-bacteria stuff all over the place.”

She sighed, “Fine, if you want the real reason why I don’t want to go the gym, it’s because it’s filled with students of mine, and the last thing I need is for them to see me working out. And I ESPCIALLY don’t want any of my future or former female students seeing me naked while I’m in the locker room. So what’s it going to be mister?”

“Well I guess it looks like I’m not in a position to argue with you,” I replied.

“No, you’re certainly not,” she said with her arms crossed and a stern look.

“Okay, we’ll start whenever you’re ready. I’ll try to think of a routine which would be perfect for you.”

A big smile appeared on her face and she bent down to give me a hug. “Thanks! I knew you’d see it my way. We’ll start tomorrow after I buy something proper to wear.”


And so it began; every so often my mother and I would meet in the open area of our garage to work out. It started out simple enough, with her wearing sweat pants and a thin sweater. I had her doing basic workouts to begin with, such as a warm on the stationary bike, followed by light weight-lifting and stretching. Or we would spend the entire session doing strictly cardio.

And as time went on, her fitness quickly progressed and so did the confidence she had in her already beautiful body. She started wearing tight spandex pants along with more tightly fitting sweaters on top. And I had her doing more intermediate exercises to go along with all of that.

She always made a point of thanking me whole-heartedly after every workout because she still had assumed that me being her ‘personal trainer’ was still a real drag on my time. But what she didn’t know, and what I obviously didn’t want to tell her, was that I was starting to enjoy our sessions a lot more than I was letting on. It’s one of those things where you don’t know how it happens, but it just does. Maybe it had to do with the fact that we became even closer with all the new time we spent together. Or maybe it had to do with good and vivacious she looked each time.

Whatever the case, I was becoming attracted to my own mother. Now I’ll admit, when I first hit puberty and began fantasizing about women, my mother was my first real crush (which is common). It eventually faded way, but watching her up close while she worked out brought back those old feelings- even more so than before.


“That’s it, one more rep!” I yelled in encouragement as my mother finished her dumbbell rows.

She dropped the weights when she was done and shook her arms around like I taught her, to relieve the tension.

“Phew! You’ve really been stepping up these workouts lately,” she sighed, breathing heavily. “It’s exhausting, but it feels great. I don’t think I’ve worked out this hard even when I played sports in college.”

“Well, it’s only because you’ve been improving so fast and your endurance keeps getting better. You’re a real natural at this.”

She smiled and lifted her arm to flex her bicep through her clothes. “Thank you. My dad and my brothers have also been drawn to sports and fitness, and they were very good at it. So I guess it’s good genetics when it comes to our family.”

“If that’s the case, we better hurry up and finish up this last part of your circuit while your heart rate is still up,” I said, pointing to the workout bench for her to do her dumbbell presses. “You get better results that way.”

“Hold on a sec, this sweater is killing me right now.”

My mother casually turned around to pull her sweater off and placed it neatly on a nearby table. She stood in her sports bra and took a sip from her water bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in awe over her sculpted body. My eyes quickly rolled around the trickles of sweat glistening on her lower & upper back, shoulders, and her arms. And after she finished her drink, she turned back around to focus on her weight lifting again and I shifted my eyes away as fast as I could.

“Oh, pardon the attire,” my mother said, alluding to the fact that she caught me looking. “It’s gotten a little warm lately. Plus I feel more confident wearing something like this.”

“Well I can see why, you look great! I mean, I didn’t mind those curves you showed me when you first asked me to help you, but your body looks so different now.”

“Thanks!” she smiled, looking down at her more flattened stomach and giving it a pat, flexing her abs. “A healthy diet and a good workout routine will do that to you. And I owe it all to you.”

“You can thank me by hitting these weights.”

I didn’t need to give her much instructions anymore as she bent down to pick up a heavier set of free weights and laid down on the bench to do her dumbbell presses. As always, I counted her reps for her and made sure that her form was perfect. But for the very first time, I was seeing her do such a strenuous exercise with her wearing only a small top. My eyes were enthralled by the sight of her triceps and shoulders flexing. But more than anything, seeing the muscles in her chest start to flex was making me very aroused. And seeing her large breasts being squeezed in her sports bra- wow.

When she finished, she sat up to place the weights on her thighs, took a quick breathe, and then put the weights down so that she could get more water. My eyes seemingly had a mind of their own as they roamed her defined and sweater body. And once again, I was too slow to look away as my mother glanced at me.

She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Were you just checking me out?”

“What?! Of course not! I don’t know why you would say something like that.”

“You always were a terrible liar,” she said with a smirk. “Come on, every since I took that sweater off I’ve seen you glancing at my body through the corner of my eye. I even noticed you staring at my chest while I was doing that last set.”

“I’m offended,” I said boldly, but in a half-joking manner. “You asked me to help you workout, and when I monitor your progress, I get accused of being inappropriate. That’s no way to treat your son.”

“Good point there. But what about that look I saw you giving me when I turned around after taking that sip of water, or you staring at my chest while I was doing those presses, or…”

“Fine…you caught me. You look really good in that top,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. “There, I said it. Happy now?”

Her eyebrows quickly raised and she was clearly holding back laughter. “You know, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to make things ‘distracting’ for you. That’s why I always kept that sweater on no matter how hot I was getting. Besides, I just bought this sports bra recently, and before that I only had a t-shirt underneath. My nipples would have been an incredible distraction, since I’m still a lactating woman after all.”

“Oh…hearing you say that makes me wish you were in your t-shirt instead.”

“Men…you’re all so predictable,” she said with a snicker. “I just hope that your little fascination with my boobs won’t distract you from our workouts in the future.”

“I hope not. But if you keep wearing outfit like that, I can’t make any guarantees,” I replied humorously.

She wrapped her fingers around the bottom end of her sports bra and swiftly yanked it upwards to expose her bare breasts to me.

“There, you can stop wondering what they look like now,” she said, as if to prove that I was being totally immature over her body parts. “And I hope you get a good look because you won’t be seeing them again. So get it out of your system.”

I was definitely getting an eye full, looking and examining her breasts while they were out. They were large and round, and hung down quite a bit. She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned the lactating part because her nipples and areolas were dark brown and swollen. And when she felt that I had enough of a look, she yanked her top back down to cover herself once again.

“God…you just made my week,” I told her, almost at a loss for words. “I’ve never seen a woman’s nipples so large before.”

“It’s the very least I could do for your training services. Just don’t bring it up again, and don’t mention it to your father or else I would be very upset. Now if it’s not too awkward, I still need your help for my post-workout stretching,” she said with a smile.


As hard as it was, I never brought up the fact that she briefly showed me her breasts to ‘reward’ me for helping her because of how stern her warning was. I didn’t want to risk making her mad and have our private time together end.

But at the same time, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that I admired her body. When we had dinner that night, she wore a much smaller shirt than what she normally wears and seemed a little more flirtatious than usual, almost as if to tease me for being attracted to my own mother. So that night, before I went to bed, I did the only thing I could do that point- fantasize about her.


Two days had past and it was time for our next afternoon workout together. It was Tuesday, which meant that she only taught class early in the morning and would usually use her extra time to do household chores or catch up on her favorite tv shows.

But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room.

“Oh…I wasn’t expecting you home so early,” my mother said as she stepped out of the bathroom, looking surprised to see me.

“Yeah, well I had a test today and got to leave sooner,” I replied. “So you just went shopping? Buy anything interesting?”

“Well…I’m only telling you this because I’m in such a good mood, but I just purchased a few things for Valentine’s Day tonight- two pairs of lingerie. It’s a surprise for your father later tonight.”

“That sounds really nice mom. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“I’m sure he will,” my mother said with a smile. “I didn’t want to say anything about this before, but the main reason I wanted to get back in shape was for tonight. With my recent pregnancy and your father’s busy career, our love life has really suffered, and I was hoping to really spice things up between us once again. And that’s as far as I’m going to tell you…”

Hearing my mother say that she planned on doing something sexy tonight immediately struck a cord with me.

“Mom, judging by how you looked yesterday, I’m sure you’ll be a real knockout with whatever you’re planning to wear,” I replied.

“Thank you. And none of this would be possible without your help. I tried on the outfits in the store fitting room and I could hardly recognize myself. Your dad is in for a real Valentine’s Day treat.”

“I’m sure he is. Speaking of which…how about a second opinion? You know, maybe you could model it for me and I’ll give you my thoughts on which one dad might prefer. I mean, I’ve already seen parts of you so it won’t be that weird.”

She put her hands on her hips and gave me a stern mother look which only she could give.

“Didn’t I say to never bring that up again?”

“I know you did. But you were only referring to what you showed me in the garage. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. And as far as I’m concerned, this is a completely different topic all together,” I said with as much charm as I could.

“Oh, you’re such a smart ass. But I can’t really blame you for that since I’m the same way. Turn around, I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

I did as she said and turned to face the hallway, listening attentively to the sounds of her undressing. My heart started racing and my imagination ran wild listening to each article of her clothing hit the bed as she threw it, and as she pulled her outfit out of the shopping bag and slipped it on.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said hesitantly.

When I turned to look, I was amazed by what I saw. My classy and respectable mother stood in nothing but a skimpy negligee which mainly served to cover her breasts and crotch. It was the most that I had ever seen of her body, and I took full advantage of it; with my eyes quickly roaming through her bare feet, her athletic thighs, her mid-section that was covered by a see-through fabric, and her bare upper chest and arms.

Her hands went back on her hips, but this time her face had a proud smile. “So what do you think?”

“I think you look absolutely stunning. Dad couldn’t be a luckier guy tonight. Seriously mom, you look fantastic. And as far as I’m concerned, you could compete with any of the lingerie models out there.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a newfound confidence. “Like I said, I owe it all to you.”

She playfully raised her arms to flex her biceps, the same way that a bodybuilder would. And once she was done with that, she lifted the bottom part of her negligee and did the same thing with her thighs; leaning each leg forward, one at a time, and flexing them for me.

“Your body and legs look stunning. Those squats really paid off.”

“They sure did,” she replied proudly. “Speaking of which…the show’s over. Let me switch to my workout clothes and I’ll meet you downstairs for even more of those squats.”

“Sure…but before that, what about the other outfit?” I asked.

“That one isn’t for you to see. It’s see-through.”

The thought of my mother wearing a see-through outfit sent a tingle down my spine.


“Sorry to burst your bubble. And I hope that thing in your shorts isn’t what I think it is,” she said, with her eyes looking down at my growing bulge.

“…Of course not. It’s…”

“Then if it’s not what I think it is, take it out and show me,” she said with an eyebrow raised.

I paused for a moment, with my silence answering her question, admitting that I was actually aroused.

She gave me a sympathetic smirk and looked as though she was debating herself. “I’ll tell you what; You’ve been a tremendous help to me the way you’ve sacrificed your time so that I could have these results. So…if you’re interesting, I would be willing to help you with that.”

“You mean…”

She nodded. “If you want me to take care of that erection for you, I’ll do it. Just promise me that you’ll be respectful about it.”

“I promise.”

She took a few steps forward and got down on her knees in front of me. I froze, and all I could do was watch my respectable and classy mother get to work undoing my pants, while wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie.

Once my ever-growing cock was freed, she wasted no time taking it inside her mouth to suck. Her lips formed a tight O-ring around my shaft and her head quickly bobbed back and forth as she was easily giving me the best blowjob of my life.

The room became filled with the vulgar sound of my mother sucking and slurping on my cock. I could see her saliva glistening off my erection whenever her head pulled back, only for her head to push back forward to suck it all with up with her vacuum like mother. And with ever bob of her head, her lips would go just a little bit deeper, taking me further inside her mouth.

Before I knew it, my mother had fully deep throated me with her lips nearly touching my crotch, taking in all 6-inches of my cock inside her mouth. She looked up at me and moaned the words, ‘ta da’, as if to show off her exceptional talent in giving a blowjob.

Her mouth started inching its way back after deep throating me. But where her lips once were, she covered with her hand and began jerking me off at the same time; giving me the pleasure of both her mouth and her fingers.

“Mom…I’m about to cum…” I warned.

For better or worse, my mother ignored my warning and kept at it. If anything, it only seemed to embolden her as she began to stroke and suck even harder. The pleasure I was receiving reached its inevitable climax and I shot a huge load of cum inside my mother’s mouth. I continued ejaculating with ever stroke my mother gave me, and all of it was sent straight to her stomach with her tight lips concealing everything combined with her mouth’s powerful suction.

It took every ounce of strength that I had to keep from falling over while I came. And when I finished and became flaccid again, my mother made sure to suck EVERY last drop of my cum before releasing her lips and using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

“You taste just like your father,” she said casually, looking up at me while still on her knees.

“God mom…that was fucking incredible,” I gasped.

She stood up and winked at me while we were face-to-face. “I’m glad you liked it. And you can consider us even now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the mood for hot bath. We’ll continue our next workout tomorrow.”


My eyes were glued to my mother’s legs throughout our workout the next day. After all, she wore a new pair of spandex shorts for women which hugged her thighs perfectly. And the days workout consisted of a long warm up & cardio routine on the exercise bike, followed by a few sets of weighted squats.

It was a festive occasion as we entered home. Pamela was very happy to be an aunt and was dancing with joy. SIS was very weak and exhausted. Mona and Pamela took her to her room. I was out in the T.V lounge and was feeling a bit low. I was just beginning to realize that what risk I had put SIS in by not talking proper precautions, and how I endangered her life as well as the baby’s.

BIL came over and sat by my side. He was very relaxed and calm. I got myself composed too and congratulated him once again.

Me: I’m feeling really bad. I should have thought about Sis’s condition before going to that deserted place. It could have gone very bad. . . .

BIL: But it did not go wrong. You got it under control. It all went well. I’m even more thankful to you now.

Me: Oh BIL! You are the best.

BIL: I think celebrations are in order.

Me: Of course they are Prem. What do you have in mind?

BIL: Well I have a plan and you’ll like it. Well I’ll throw a party for all friends and family. I think you’ll agree to that idea.

Me: Of course. It is a great idea. But don’t you think you should have a bit of a party now?

I said that with a meaningful smile and he understood my massage.

BIL: Really?! With mom and Pamela home and probably awake?

Me: Oh come on Prem. Nobody will know.

I got up and went to my room. BIL followed me there soon. He locked the room behind him. I was in the bed. BIL quickly started to undress. He was nervous but his cock was hard already. He snuck up in the bed and kissed me passionately. I let my tongue wander around his mouth as he got my cock out of my trousers. Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t washed or bathed after having my cock out of Sis’s ass.

It turned me on to know that BIL was about to suck my filthy cock out of his wife’s ass. As he let go of my lips and came down to my lap, my dick was already in its prime state. He let his mouth slide down on it until I could feel the back of his throat at the tip. He came up and said: “hmmm. . . That’s some taste you got there on your dick”

But he did not demand any explanations and went back to suck it. I was enjoying it immensely. It did not take long for me to shoot my sperm in his digestive system. As always he did a very good job of licking my dick clean. Immediately I went down on all fours and presented my ass to him. He did not waste any time and straight away started to lube my hole with his tongue. Then he spat on his dick and pushed it inside in one single thrust. I muffled my shriek in a pillow and to be honest I could not tell you that if it was a shriek of “pain and pleasure” or just pure pleasure.

He began to move in and out with a steady pace and I was thrusting my hips back with each stroke. He came after a good fifteen minutes and I could feel my intestines filling with semen. He collapsed onto me and lied there with his cock still buried inside me. After a few minutes he took out his flaccid member out of my dilated sphincter. I got up kissed him and went to take a bath. When I returned BIL had left and was feeling too sleepy. I did not wait a moment further to go to sleep.

I slept till next day noon and was woken up by my parents’ call. They were very happy and congratulated me. After the call I took a bath again and then came out to the living room. Everybody but BIL was home. Moreover a couple of women from the neighborhood had also arrived to see the baby. Pamela fixed me a meal. I turned on the TV whilst eating. I was in a light relaxing mood. So I put a movie in the DVD player and began to watch it. It was a typical Hindi masala movie which took almost three hours to finish. As the movie neared its climax, the neighborhood women had decided to leave. All of them came out of the room at once. I greeted them politely. They congratulated me on becoming an “uncle” and mention how the baby took its looks from its Mamoo (maternal uncle). Pamela told me that she had a few things left at the hostel and she wanted to pick them up. I offered her a ride but she said that Aunty Salima (one of the neighbors who just left) was going the same way and she would give her a lift. Moreover she will go to a friend’s place after that and her dad will drive her back before dinner.

She left hasting after aunty Salima. I resumed the movie and it was over in about ten minutes. I switched off the TV and stretched on the couch.

Suddenly I found Mona standing by my side. What surprised me was the worried look on her face. I asked her what was the matter and she replied almost sobbing.

Mona: Sahil beta what have you done to me?

Me: Hey Aunty relax! What is the problem?

Mona: I know the meds you’ve been making me to take. Aren’t these fertility meds? I know because I just bloody had my FIRST PERIOD since I was pregnant with Pamela. Why Son? Do you want more children? Your sister will again have a kid anytime you want her to. Why me?

Me: Hold on Mona! Please put yourself together and listen to me. Yes I gave you fertility meds. Yes I want you to have more children. But you have to trust me with this. I have a plan.

Mona: But son. . .

Me: Relax Mona. You know that I won’t do anything to harm the family?

Mona: Yes I know that but. . . .

Me: Please just give it time. Okay? Trust me you’ll not regret any of it.

Mona: Okay son I do trust you completely. But you must know that it’s very weird for me.

Me: I know. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I pulled her by my side and ad put an arm around her. She kissed me gently on the lips and then placed her head on my chest. I began to stroke her hair.

Mona: I’m sorry I doubted you. You’ve been too good to us. Too bad it’s my period. Would you like a blow job?

Me: No thank you. And please tell me why everything has to be about sex. Can’t we just spend some quality time together without having sex?

Mona: of course we can. What do you suggest?

Me: Why don’t you put on a movie while I go check on sis?

Mona: That’s a great idea.

I went to sis’s room. The baby was sleeping in the cot by sis’s bed. I stared at the baby’s adorable face for sometime. Sis was asleep too and looking very frail. I kissed her forehead and I noticed that milk was leaking from her breasts. As I was about to walk away, I saw sis stirring. She opened her eyes and found me. I smiled at her which she feebly returned.

SIS: Sahil please see if the baby is awake.

I told her that baby was still asleep.

SIS: Good thing you are here then. My breasts are killing me. Please release some pressure.

I immediately pulled up her shirt. My GOD! I hadn’t seen her boobs bigger than that before, ever. Both the nipples were oozing milk. I did not waste any time and began to suck both nipples alternately. The milk tasted even better now. I heartily drank as much milk I could get. Sis was relived and drifted off to sleep again. I drank some more of the delicious milk and then I arranged her shirt back and left.

Needless to say, my cock was rock solid. So, when I reached the living room, I called, “Mona! I think I’ll take that Blow job”.


A few days passed by without any special events. BIL was a different man now. He had found a new fervor to live. He was active in business and was succeeding in everything he put money in. He even invested in stock market and doubled his initial investment in just 20 days. And the most notable change was that he was happy. His happiness was not only a mental satisfaction for me but also a material one. BIL frequently brought gift for all of us specially me. He bought Diamond necklaces for Mona and Pamela and a complete diamond set for SIS. And as I had no interest in jewelry, he bought me BMW.

He was waiting for SIS to get her 40 day bath so he could throw a Party. In some parts of our country there is a tradition that the mother is under a ritualistic period for 40 days after giving birth. After 40 days she takes a bath and her normal life begins.

It was almost a month after the baby was born when SIS came to me. She was looking stunning in a black saree. She was not back to her original skinny self but she was left a bit fuller by the pregnancy. I liked that much better. She was looking so sexy. But I could see that she was worried. I asked her the cause and she began.

SIS: Sahil I think we have big problem. You know Mom and dad are coming here for the Party. Though the Party is in a week or so but they are coming tomorrow so that they can spend time with us and baby.

Me: So it’s a good thing isn’t it?

SIS: I made a huge mistake. I always suspected your BIL’s homosexuality and although he tried to satisfy me sexually, usually by oral means, I knew he could never make me pregnant. Now the problem is that I shared almost all my concerns with mom. In fact I told her outright that I’ll never give her a grandchild. Now ever since I got pregnant, she’s been asking me who the father was. I tried to avoid her but now I don’t think that it can be done. She has to confront me sooner or later. We have to come up with a plan.”

Now you might be thinking that why could we not lie to her. Well let me explain the reasons.

Firstly, we could have told her that SIS was having an extra marital affair. But doing so, we knew for a fact that we would be announcing a death sentence for SIS. Why?

Because, mom was a member of an extremist “Hindu” political party. The party (lets say X) was a group of hypocritical morons who did whatever they liked in the name of religion. They believe that the influence of west on the Indian culture was ruining the Traditional Hindu Values and any person who carries out western deeds must be executed. Adultery was their favorite conviction and they flogged and sometimes even killed the felons. I had no doubt that if we told her that sis had committed adultery, she would gladly turn over her own daughter to the maniacs in the party.

Secondly we could have told her that we got BIL treated and fit for producing a child, but SIS had blown that cover too because when mother asked her that if BIL could have had any medical help, she had told her that he does not want to undergo any treatment.

We were in a seriously tight spot.

Me: That is indeed bad. We have to shut her up otherwise she will have us all arrested or even killed. Do you have any ideas?

SIS: Absolutely none. That is why I came up to you. Otherwise I could’ve shut her up myself.

I began to think. How can I get out of this one? And then it suddenly hit me. It was a risky plan but it had worked for me once. If things got out if hand, I’ll have to have sex with my mother. . .

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