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Hi. I am Radhika from Chennai. I am a 52-year-old who works full time at a company here. My husband is abroad and I live alone with my son Shyam in a nice little house in one of the best areas in the city. Something happened that made me ashamed and disguised with myself. As I was searching the internet, I came across this site and after I read Indian sex stories here, I felt a bit normal and I feel like sharing my story. My son is 22 years of age and like most people of his age, he used to see very little of me. He usually sits in his room with his phone or laptop and I would be in mine. We would see each other only during meals or when I wanted him to run an errand for me. That’s when I started to notice some unusual behavior from him. I was running on the treadmill in my room as the door opened and Shyam came in and said,”hey mom!” He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt, again something unusual as he always wore a tracksuit. I was breathing heavily as I ran and said, “Hi! What’s up?” “Nothing mommy,” he said as he drew a chair and sat down. “Mommy?” I wondered.  He usually calls me Amma. He was looking on as I ran and it did feel good to have my son around once in a while. “So, how was your day?” I asked him. “Huh?” he blinked as he seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on me. “What?” “I asked you how your day was. What are you dreaming about?” I asked. “Oh nothing!” he said and he went out of the room hurriedly. I finished and went to take a shower and I was doing so I heard a knock on the door. “Mom! Pass me my towel. It is inside,” I heard Shyam call out. I took his towel and opened the door a bit and handed it out. “Not this,” Shyam said and tried to push the door open wider. “Let me see.” I banged the door shut as I was naked. “There’s nothing else here,” I said. He seemed to go off and as I finished showering, I put on a nighty as it was 6:30 pm and went to wash some dishes. “Mom?” It was Shyam again. I asked,” are you bored beta? Is your phone not working?” He laughed at that and he came closer to the sink. He brushed past me and took a plate and said, “You smell wonderful ma.” He stood there for a moment taking in my soap’s rose scent. “Thanks, sweetie,” I said and smiled at him. “You’re the best,” he said and hugged me hard. I felt his chest on mine and his pelvis on mine. “Why dear all this affection today? What do you want from me?” He giggled as he released me and I went back to doing the dishes. During the dinner, he sat opposite me and he said: “I miss the days when you used to serve food.” I obliged and leaned forward to pour the curry. For a moment, I thought he looked down my nighty but I dismissed that thought but nevertheless, I put on the topmost button. It was soon time to sleep. We retired to our respective rooms and within a few minutes, I heard Shyam come into the room. “Mom, can I sleep here? The fan is making some noise.” I grunted agreement and I moved over for him to lie down. In a few minutes, there was a groan. It seemed to be of pain. “What darling”? I asked anxiously. He said, “Something sore in my lower belly.” I asked, “Put the light. Let me take a look.” He said, “No need, your sleep will be disturbed. Just show your hand, I’ll place it on it and you can feel if something is wrong.” I extended my hand and he grasped my wrist and placed it on his body. I felt around and my hand got something cylindrical and hard. My son’s penis! “Oh! I am sorry, son. That’s why I told you to put the light.” “It’s ok mom,” he said. He seemed to be breathing hard as he said,” that’s where the soreness is.” “Should we call the doc…,” I stopped in mid-sentence as something seemed wrong here. He had indeed been doing stuff like this all day. I remembered his penis brushing against me and him looking at my cleavage and I shuddered. Could I son be sexually attracted to me, his mother? My thought stream was broken as I felt his hand on my shoulder. “I am cold,” he said. I didn’t say anything. He wrapped his arms around me. “I am an idiot,” I told myself. “My son is the sweetest person ever. How could I even think like that?” Feeling relaxed and also cold, I turned and put my arm around him. His hands were resting on my back as he said, “My shirt is uncomfortable,” as he took it off and put his bare hand on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. What was happening? He inched closer so that now our noses were touching. I moved away slightly. What was he doing? I am his mother! I didn’t want to break our relationship based on any suspicion. So I waited to see what he was up to. I started breathing slowly and rhythmically and made a subtle snoring noise, pretending to be asleep. As if this was what he was waiting for, I felt his hand rest on my breast over my nighty. There was no doubt. My son is a pervert, I thought sadly. I was going to push him away, slap him and give him a piece of my mind when he squeezed my breasts. He cupped it and gave it a firm squeeze. My nipples got erect instantly and I felt my panty moisten as I hadn’t felt a strong hand on my intimate parts in a very long time. I drew in my breath, not knowing what would happen next. My mind was screaming, “Don’t lie there. This is wrong! This won’t end well.” What sort of person was I? Lying there as my son fondled me. I felt bad that I liked it. He became bolder as he found my erect nipple and pulled gently. “Mm,” a moan escaped me. He slowly took his hand off to see if I had awoken. I had to do something. “Look, son,” I said.” Feelings like this are natural but you should not even think of doing this. Go to your room and let’s forget this happened.” He had moved away in shock that I was awake. I thought he would leave but he hugged me tightly. “You like it. Otherwise, you would have screamed at me,” he said as his hard penis pressed over my pussy through our clothes. “Son! Go!” I said as he put his hand into the nighty. His hand landed on my bra. “Look, your mother’s breasts are not sexual objects,” I said as he undid my buttons. My voice was hoarse with lust. I just knew I shouldn’t do this as he fumbled around for the bra strap. “If I show you my breasts, will you go?”I asked. “You have seen them a lot anyway when you were little.” He just nodded as I unclasped the bra. He lowered his head to my breasts and took the left nipple in his mouth. “Son, I…,” I couldn’t say anything as he suckled and bit me gently. My panty was embarrassingly wet by now. I was thinking of how to get him of my breasts as he squeezed the right one and sucked the left one and twirling the nipple with his tongue. His hard penis was pressing hard now on my pussy. He suddenly removed his mouth and said, “Now suck mine, mom.” “Your nipple?” I asked innocently even though I knew what he meant. Then I heard him lower his boxer shorts and took my hand and placed it on his smooth 7-inch cock. I grasped it, my hormones overpowering my sane mind. I yanked the skin up and down as he squirmed with pleasure. “Oh, my mom!” I stopped suddenly conscious of what we were doing. He understood. “Go on, Radhika,” he said. “I was Radhika, he was Shyam for tonight and nothing else” I thought as I went down on my knees and took his thick cock in my mouth. I went up and down through its whole length taking it till my throat. “Ohh,” he said. He lifted my nighty and I breathed heavily as he lowered my panty and started rubbing my pussy. I spat on his cock and licked all over it as he took his mouth to my pussy and licked it. We were in a taboo 69 now both of us writhing as the other pleasured us passionately. I felt as Shyam gently took his cock from my mouth. I knew what it was time for. He faced me and we kissed. I felt my pussy juice in my lips as we French kissed and soon in my mouth as our tongues met. He held his penis and brought it closer to my pussy as I said, “No. Not there ever.” “Radhika, you were alright all this while,” Shyam said. I placed my hand on my pussy lips. I wouldn’t let my son enter! “Ok mom,” he said. I was surprised that he didn’t make more of a fuss as his cock was ready to burst. He surprised me, even more, when he said, “Turn around, Radhika.” I realized what was happening as I turned around. Shyam took his cock and placed it over my asshole. “Be gentle. It’s my first time in there”, I said. He paid no heed as he plunged his hard cock into my asshole. “I said be gentle,” I moaned. I felt a current up my spine as he penetrated me repeatedly and sent waves of pleasure. Anal was nothing like I thought. His cock rammed against my ass as he went deeper with each shove. “Umm,” I was in ecstasy. His motion got faster and his breathing shallower as his cum flew out of his penis and I felt the warm fluid deep inside me. He collapsed on me and we lay there hugging, both tired. I heaved a sigh of relief that the cum was in a harmless hole. In the morning, he wasn’t there. We couldn’t have looked into each other’s faces. He had his meals outside and I spent hours online to find out if anyone else had done something like this. It led me here and I hope you gain something from my experience.