The Dark Corner – The Story Retold – Part III
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AS I ALWAYS TELL YOU THAT JUST ENJOY READING THESE STORIES AS A HARMLESS AVOCATION BUT NOT AT THE COST OF YOUR RELATIONS AND LIVES. I WARN YOU THIS TYPE OF RELATIONS ARE PROHIBITED AND ARE FAR AWAY FROM THE REAL LIFE.THIS IS INTENDED TO ONLY PEOPLE WHO ARE ABOVE 22 YEARS. THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTITIOUS STORY AND CONSISTS OF EXPLICITLY INCESTUOUS STORY. ANY PERSON WHO IS SENSITIVE TO FAMILY RELATIONS AND BELIEVE IN MORALS DO NOT READ THIS. KEEP AWAY.THE READERS WHO ARE READING THIS SHOULD READ THIS AT THEIR OWN RISK. NEITHER THE AUTHOR NOR THE PUBLISHERS WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYONE AND ANYTHING This is the story which I wrote long back under the name of chandu4mom and published here in this site with title of THE DARK CORNER AN UNTOLD STORY in four parts. But I am rewriting the same story with much sensuality and extending the parts. Read and enjoy the third part of the saga. Now I was again on my quest to do something with my mom. I am growing up. Her sexy dresses, which she bought when she went on a one month fucking marathon with Kisatappa was making me go mad at her. Now my father is enjoying her in those saris. I could not see their fucking sessions because they always did it silently with the lights switched off. And then a thing happened which has only added fuel to my quest. I think this is the most important event in once life which motivated me to take some action on my dream. It happened when I was in 1st year of engineering. All our friends bunked the class. I also joined them but when I was leaving for home my friends asked me to stay back as they are having a little party at my friend’s house. When we reached their home, there was no one in the house. Then they began to quickly fix the VCR as there was no VCD at that time. Then within minutes the room went dark and whatever was going on the screen was unimaginable for me but it is imaginable for you. I don’t want to bore you by narrating the scenes. In short I watched my first porn movie in my life. So that is the first time I learnt about sex after which we discussed a lot about sex. I came to know a lot of things about the sex. My friends were too mature than me at that time. They had been watching those movies since eighth class. Our discussions ranged from the aunties to the beautiful girls in our town and also about the illicit affairs of the various aunties. This entire time only thing on my mind is – my mom. One of my friends told us about the aunty beside his house and how she gave him signals and how he is going to fuck her. I was laughing inside for his callousness. But after one month I came to know that I am callous and foolish. He told secretly and proudly that he has fucked the aunty and even shown authentic proof which we saw. The next day after noon he took us to his house and asked us to stand beside the boundary wall of their house and slowly jumped to the neighbor’s house. The afternoon was silent. Since their house in the town out skirts and as it was developing then there were not much people wandering there. He went back to the aunty who was putting the clothes on the wire. Then he suddenly took a tight hold of her waist and kissed her but She didn’t resist him but said something after kissing and went inside. Then he sent us away saying that he has some work winking his eye. We understood and left. After this incident I began to feel very inferior before him. Because I know that I laughed at him and I am feeling guilty for nothing. My desire to have my mom was increasing day by day and my fortune has knocked my door the next day. On that day I stayed back at home with the pretext of stomach ache, as I know that my mom will sleep in the afternoon and I wanted to take the opportunity if it is possible. Now mom has no one to have sex with. At least that’s what I thought. As I had expected my mom went to sleep at one after the lunch. I was sleeping beside her. After about a half an hour I started my old technique. As usually I placed my finger and then fingers. But now I know about sex completely through porn movies. So this time I could not stop with simple fingers and I placed my entire palm on her waist. It was then I realized that what would have made kistappa to have her. I thought every man will do anything to have her. If I was a man and not her son I would have the same thing. But I didn’t put much pressure. After five minutes I removed it and with five minutes gap I again placed my palm as lightly as possible. But after an hour I went to bath room to relieve myself. When I returned I again did the same thing. And after a few minutes I again went to bathroom. After that I did not get a chance to again place my palm as she woke up by the time I returned from the bath room. I waited for a second chance to come my way. After that day I didn’t get any chance to enjoy my mom. But my eyes always followed her. Soon I completed my first year and again the summer holidays have started. I used to hate the summer every year but I loved it because it would relieve us from the school. But that year I hated myself more than the summer. I hated myself than ever. My summer vacation began. I knew that I will not get a chance to enjoy because my brother and sister will around and my grandmother will come to stay with us. But I was proved wrong. I got a chance to get pleasure. One day my father told us that he is going to take us to the village but my mom refused to come and even I refused to go. So finally it was decided that my brother and sister will go with him and my mother and myself will stay at home. I was very happy that I got a chance. Now the afternoons and nights will be mine for two months. There were no boundaries for happiness. They left for the village next day. And my fingers began to savor the ecstasy for the same afternoon. But this time I dare to keep my entire palm on her waist and take it in my hand. A fear took over me. it took me a week before it became a routine for me to keep my hand on her waist in the day and night when she is asleep. Slowly my fear was replaced by the boldness. I used to keep my palms entirely and felt that I have taker her waist. But within the next ten days I felt it boring to keep my palms touching her waist as my dick aroused and struggle in the pants before I masturbate in the washroom. I was not satisfied with my palms resting on the waist and I want more of her. I used to arouse myself by placing my hands on waist and then go to the bathroom to relieve myself. But soon I want to relieve myself by simultaneously placing my hands on the waist. And succeeded too one afternoon. I placed my hand after an half an hour of my mother’s sleep. I now never hesitated to wait. After placing the palm on her soft, beautiful, cream colored waist I opened my pant zip and took out the dick and holding it in my hand started moving it up and down. I came to know about this kind of masturbation from the porn movies. I took care not wake her up by placing my palm lightly and avoiding moment in that hand as I masturbated with the other hand. For the first ten days I never tried to do it in the night. But on the eleventh day I wanted to try. And I tried. I succeeded. Since it is a very hot summer the life in that small town used to go to sleep by 8 or 9. And that night I was awake till 11 in the night. After confirming that my mom totally asleep which I can know by her low snoring, I moved my hand over her bare waist, as she was sleeping turning her back to me. With a little bit of hesitation I kept my hand on her smooth, cold, cream colored waist. I felt I was in heaven for a minute. Although it was my fingers resting on her waist, I could sense my dick rising like snake when angry. Then I used to masturbate and sleep. And I used to her timings and I started keeping my palm directly as if I was her husband. I can say that it is a kind of over confidence. And I was happy with my overconfidence. But then I could not know that it is going to cost me. It was twentieth day I began to feel that I was sleeping with a women while sleeping with my mom. I felt like a husband and wife sleeping together. I lost all my inhibitions and fear. Everything was going fine but one day it happened. It was the first time I hated myself as ever as I hated. And whenever I remind of it I hate myself. It was about 11 in the night and I as usually placed my hands on her waist. And suddenly something crept into the mind. May be it is the usual insatiable desire of man for having more. And my mind said to me why not more. And without any fear or hesitation I cured my palm around my mom’s waist. I did it so confidently as if I were her husband. I waited for a few seconds. Nothing happened. So I moved a little close towards her. Now making myself comfortable I waited for a few more seconds. Then I moved my palm slowly. I moved it onto her belly and back to the waist. Then I increased the pressure of my palm on her waist and started moving it onto her belly and to the waist. I saw no reaction from her and I thought she must be in deep sleep. Then I moved my hand to the other side of the waist. Since she was sleeping turning her back to me my hand was not moving freely slowly I managed to creep under her other side of the waist. Now her waist was pressing to my hand. I could feel her breath by the movement of her waist. Now I was very close to her body. But unknowingly my hard dick touched her ass. The softness of her round ass gave immense pleasure. A chill went through my spine in that hot summer. I immediately got an idea and got bold. I slowly unzipped my pant with the other hand and took my dick out which stood straight. I slowly took hard waving dick towards the soft ass and placed it on her ass. Now my pleasure doubled. I waited for a few second and by tightening my hold on her waist and my whole length of hand touching her belly and bare waist, I slowly moved my hard dick on the ass from above the sari and started masturbating on her ass. It was slow at the beginning and then slowly I increased the pressure a little bit so that I could get more pleasure and release the semen on her ass over the sari. I rubbed my hard dick to the ass till it relieved. That gave me the pleasure which I could have got if I really would have fucked her from behind in the ass. I thought that if this was the pleasure just by keeping my dick on the ass then what be the pleasure I would get if keep it in her wet cunt? What would be the pleasure if it moves continuously in the mom’s wet cunt? This thought gave me another bulge. And as the thoughts grew I started for a second masturbation. I imagine a fantasy of fucking mom in her marriage sari like Kistappa. And I remembered the whole night she had with Kistappa. I remembered how Kistappa fucked her making her on her fours in doggy style. Unknowingly my hip started moving the way Kistappa’s ass moved while fucking her in doggy style. And I started to give slowly strokes on her ass from above the sari. This increased my pleasure. And it happened when I was about to reach climax. If I had not done that stupid thing I would have enjoyed it for more days and never had to regret and hate myself in my life. When the tension in me was building and when I knew that I was about to cum, I remembered Kistappa’s hard strokes. I closed my eyes and without my knowledge I gave her four hard strokes as if fucking her in ass and held her tightly. My hands were pressing her big stiff boobs. And that was enough for her to wake up. she woke up at my first stroke. She tried to get up removing my hand but as I was coming on her sari above her ass I held her tightly and my whole body was stuck to her back. I realized that she woke up and fear came over and I left her. And this was the biggest blunder of my life. She immediately got up and switched on the light when I left her. My dick was out and I saw that there was large cum on the ass crack. There was dent on her ass crack where I released cum. It was so strong that it went hit exactly in the middle of ass cheeks. I knew this because her sari was struck between them where my dick hit. My mom suddenly turned towards me and gave me a stern look and within a fraction of second she gave the slap of my life. She was yelling at me as if hysterical. She kept her hand on ass and my sticky cum had stick to her fingers. She took a cloth from the shelf and cleaned it while she continued yelling and beating me. I don’t want to repeat the words because they will make every son abhor himself and more over I am not here to preach you some morals. My dick has lost its hardness and it forgot pleasure which it has got a few seconds back and it was still outside. After beating me for two minutes she shouted at me to put my dick back and close my zip. I did as she ordered. Then she threw me out of that room and asked me to sleep in the other room. She changed the sari immediately. I know this because she was in another sari in the morning. From that day she never allowed me to sleep with her. She never even trusted me. However I persuaded and begged her not to tell her to the father and I will never repeat such acts. Because of the love she has for me she does not let my father know about it when he came home the next week but she never trusted me. She never allowed me to be with her again when she was alone although she behaved normally. I began to feel that I am stranger in my own house. She behaved as if I am an outside man. She used to wrap the lose end of her sari around herself when she was around me or when she is giving me food. It is for the first time I thought of suicide in my life. The mom who loved me the most now hates me. I am fit for nothing. I understood that I was wrong in my mind somewhere that since she has an illicit affair with the old man Kistappa she would also allow me. I understood one thing that day that even a prostitute will not allow her son to even behave with her sexually. I wanted to beg her but could not even dare to speak to her. My days have turned into nightmares. My entire thoughts of having her vaporized in regrets. Now my eyes have stopped exploring and ogling at her body now. I started to revere her. Now my dick never rises even watching the big mountain boobs over her sari. One year passed and nothing happened. Nothing changed. I began to pray the god for a miracle. But the miracle happened but in a bad way. That year my mom had an appendicitis operation. This gave me chance. I served like a son. And I regained her confidence. I believe she forgave me. We became close again. I too never thought of her in sexual way. Even when I touched her waist or sometimes her breast came into my contact I didn’t feel any sexual arousal. May be this is what called a son’s affection for the mother. We were again in the normal mother son relation. She was back to home. This was the greatest movement of happiness in my life. The moment I felt that she forgave me. Another year passed by and it was the summer vacation. After my 2nd year and I had witnessed something which I should not. To know that read my next part. I hope you enjoyed reading this story but don’t forget to drop in a mail of your precious opinion [email protected] or [email protected]. Hot mature and beautiful women between 25-42 years in and around Hyderabad who wants hot chat or a fuck please contact me at my above mails. 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