Broken Strings - Part 8 (An Indecent Proposal)
Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents. The toll of the marathon was heavy. When I woke up, my mom was still in a deep sleep. She was sleeping all naked beside me. It seemed we had rolled over to the sides while in sleep. Her loosely set hair seemed to be disoriented. I looked at her for a moment and laid back silently, looking at the fan, which is now swirling. It seems the power is back. And an hour of sleep after the steamy sex is soothing. Then my eyes went back to my mom. She was sleeping peacefully and naked beside me. A few months back, I could never even have imagined in the wildest dreams that I could touch my mom. Let alone sleep with her naked after a hardcore fucking. I was looking at her cream-colored body with a tinge of golden brightness and the smoothness and softness of a rose flower. Her breasts are firm and tight. I placed my hand on one breast and pressed it softly. I was feeling aroused once again, but I felt a slight pain in my dick. I could not resist the thought desire to suck the other breast. I moved close and started softly sucking the breasts alternatively. My hands went to hold the waist. As my sucking became erotic, mom opened her eyes as she gained consciousness. She held my head, supporting my sucking activity. After some time, I was satisfied playing with her boobs. She held me and said. Mom: My boobs are hurting and also feeling hungry. Let’s refresh and get something to eat. Me: I want to eat you. Mom: I know but let’s eat some food first. Holding my dick tenderly with her finger, she said again. Mom: I think it is also tired. Please give it some rest. And yes, my dick was throbbing with pain. My lust for her is so wild that I want to do her every chance I get. But I could use some rest. So I smiled and got up lazily from the bed. I took and wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to the bathroom for a soothing bath. After the bath, as I walked back into the room, she was in a blouse and petticoat. She was tying the strings of her petticoat. She looked at me and smiled. I walked straight to her and held her from behind, fixing my hands on her stomach. She rested her head back on my shoulder. I tried to drill her ass with my dick. She looked at me. Me: What happened? You said you would cook something to eat, right? Mom: I am very much tired. I turned her towards me and looked at her. Me: Somebody asked me if I am tired. Mom: For the last one week, both father and son have been fucking me all night. And from the last night, you have been doing me continuously. I am not whore. We looked at each other for a moment. I smiled and pressed her waist. She giggled and wriggled out of my embrace. I let her go, and she tied the sari while putting on my clothes. As I rested in the main bedroom watching television, my mom fiddled in the kitchen to cook food for us. After an hour, she called me to eat. We had lunch sumptuously and retired to bed immediately. It was only 1:30 PM, and still, there was a time before my sibling came back from school. But somehow, we lay on the bedside by the side silently. Then I remembered something, and I turned towards her. Me: You remember something. Mom: What? Me: I asked you something last week while fucking you. Mom: I don’t remember. Me: I said I want to marry you and enjoy the first night like a wife. Mom: Are you mad? Me: No, Just mad about you. Mom: I am your mom. Me: I also told you that it is only for the outside world. Between these walls, especially when we are alone, I am your husband, and you are my wife and bitch. Mom: I am already married to your dad. Me: Marry me. Mom: How? Me: At home, here. I will remove the Mangalsutra, which dad has tied. Then I will put the same on to you again in front of god. Mom: Are you mad? That is sin. Me: We are already sinners, mom, and we are already sinning. At least this will justify what we are doing. Mom: What if your dad knows? Me: Oh! He will know that his son has removed the thread from his wife’s neck and tied it again. Come on, mom. For him, it will be the same thread. Let him own you for the society, but I will own in reality. Mom: So I am my son’s wife, who his dad will claim as his wife in the society. My son claims as his wife inside these four walls while still being his mother to the society. Me: Yeah! Something like that, mom. Mom: So you will be my real husband. Me: Yes. Mom: But I will grow old by the time you reach my age. Me: So? Mom: Then what would you do? Me: You will still be with your public husband, right. And if you are still sexy, I will still be doing you. If you lost your vigor, I would leave you to your original public husband. So for the next 17 years, you will have a hardcore fucking enjoyment, and you get to keep your original husband. There won’t be a better deal than this. It’s a deal of a lifetime. Mom: Oh? Me: See, this might seem a little mechanical. But can you answer some questions honestly? Mom: Yes. Me: So! Will you leave your husband for me and marry me. Mom: No, I love my husband. Me: Let’s suppose even if you leave your husband, will you be able to marry me legally and publicly announce it. Mom: No. Me: Let’s say even if we marry and live publicly as husband and wife. Then we will end up in jail and socially outcasted. Right? She nodded. Me: Now see – you definitely love me as a son, but you will never love me like a man. You love your husband, and you won’t leave him. We can’t marry openly and live publicly as husband and wife. Correct? Mom: Yes. Me: Then what are we doing? Why are we doing it? Mom looked at me blankly. I continued further. Me: We are just fucking around.