Sujata, My Mother, My Wife Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sujata, My Mother, My Wife Pt. 01

... of her own. This was a dream come true for her. But quickly her happiness vanished from her face as she went into her shell again. She started to think about my father again and became depressed. This was worrying for me as she had resigned from her job on my insistence and she had nothing to do at home but think about the past. I considered this as my responsibility to take her out of this. In those days I never stayed late in the office as to be with her as early as possible. She had also started wearing white saris meant for widows. I could not take this anymore as this was something self-inflicted. She was doing fine but just because she had nothing to do at home she had gone back into her sell. "Empty mind is a devil's workshop." She was so beautiful and her self-inflicted grief was not doing any good to her. I sometimes used to get turned on with slightest glimpse of her cleavage but then I used to feel guilty of having such a feeling in my mind. I was now 23 years old and I had never been with any girl or a woman before. Forget being with any woman I was not even very comfortable talking to them. All these years I dedicated myself to collage and studies and now I was putting my whole effort to earn a living for me and my mother. I was not getting any satisfaction by relieving myself with my own help. I needed a woman desperately. But who could be this woman? The only woman who I knew and was comfortable with was my own mom. Lately I had started fantasizing about ...

... having sex with my own mom. Initially I used to feel guilty about it but I could not help it. But now the priority was different. She needed my help and support. I decided to take her out of this self-inflicted grief. One Friday I came early. "Look ma what I have brought for you." "What is it? Any new vegetable?" without even coming out of kitchen she fired those two shots. "C'mon ma, just come out and see." "Wait a minute let me cook this first." "That's enough." I went into the kitchen put off the gas, hold her left arm with my left hand and put my right arm around her waist and dragged her out of the kitchen into the living room. "What are you doing son?" "Even your father has never dragged me like this." "Ma I am the man of the house now and you must stop grieving now it is enough." "Look ma this is a new sari for you and I know you already have a matching blouse for this. So please wear this and get ready we have to go for a movie." "No son I don't. I don't want to see any movie." "OK Then." I was pissed off. I quickly went up stair in my room I sat there for a while. I was not sure what to do so I picked up my car key and went out slamming the main door of the house so that my mother could hear it. As I drove out I could see my mother come running towards the main gate but I did not stop. I went to a bar I had 2 shots and was about to leave just then two of my old classmate entered the bar I again went back with them and then I don't know how much I drank but I know that I ...