Horny Mommy Sucks my Dick & Get Fucked by her Male Nurse
Hello everyone, This is my first time writing a story about my personal experiences. This is a real story about how I developed sexual feelings towards my mother and eventually managed to satisfy my urges. So sit back and enjoy.
A little background about me. My name is Akshay. Medium build, 5’8 tall, 68 Kgs, Footballer Guy. I have a decent penis size of 6’3 inches and has good thickness. I just graduated as an architect last year and am 24 years old.
Before this, I was not inclined to have sex with my mother, Even though I used to watch Incest Pornography & read Incest Stories. My Mother was never in my mind. I come from a small family. It used to be my parents, My Younger Sister Abhilasha (She is 22 and stays in Pune doing her College) and me until we lost my dad to covid. So it is just my mother and me now at our home.
We live in a small 3BHK apartment in Mumbai. We are financially a middle-class family, and due to my dad’s insurance money and our Business, we are doing fine.
My mother, Deepti, is a 44-year-old woman, about 5.5 feet tall, fair complexion and long hair. Her hair is so long that it reaches her waist. She used to be a dancer and dance teacher until the accident that happened this year. Her right leg got fractured, and she is temporarily wheelchair-bound at home.
She looks young for her age, not a day above 35. She used to be toned but became a bit fat after the accident. People have always ogled at her body as she was a dancer. Her hips are huge, and her breasts are massive, like coconuts.
This story starts with a regular doctor’s appointment my mother had to attend after the incident. She generally used to have a male domestic helper to take her around, Arun. More on this guy in part 2. He was not available, so I accompanied her this time.
We had to visit a small clinic to get her fracture casts changed.
Me: Maa, shall we leave now? Otherwise, we might get late.
Mom was wearing a long skirt and a t-shirt with a jacket on top of it. I was used to seeing my mom like this for the past few months. These were easy for her to change into. She generally wore traditional Indian dresses. She could balance herself these days on her feet as she was almost healed.
Mom: Chalo beta, in 5 minutes as I need to tie my hair.
She came rolling her wheelchair soon. Her hair was tied in a knot. Her voluminous hair had now been tightened into a small knot.
I had to help her into the car, and my hand slipped up her skirt and touched her inner thigh.
Mom: Oh, beta. Your palms are cold.
Me: Sorry ma, my hands slipped.
My mom just smiled, and it was quiet during the drive to the doctor’s place. We reached there, and the doctor was not in yet. So only the receptionist was there.
She asked if my mom wanted to change into patient robes as her dress might get dirty during the PoP casting. My mom was ok with it, but the nurse was also running late to help.
Mom: Beta, can you help me with this change? We can save time and leave early as the doctor will come in before the nurse.