Incest Mom-Son: A Forbidden Love Story
Manisha and Arjun were a typical mother-son duo, living together in their cozy apartment in the bustling city of Mumbai. Manisha had raised Arjun all by herself, sacrificing her own dreams and ambitions to provide him with the best education and upbringing. And now that Arjun was grown up, working as a successful software engineer, Manisha couldn't have been prouder of the man he had become.
But as Arjun grew older, his feelings for his mother started to change. He started to notice the way her saree hugged her curves, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He started to feel things he knew were wrong, but couldn't help himself from feeling.
Manisha too started to notice the change in Arjun. She noticed the way he looked at her, the way his voice trembled when he spoke to her, the way he always found excuses to touch her. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself from feeling attracted to him.
One night, after a few glasses of wine, they gave in to their desires. They made love, passionately and intensely, like two lovers who had been starved for affection. Arjun was amazed by his mother's body, by the way she moved, by the way she felt. Manisha too was surprised by Arjun's skills, by the way he touched her, by the way he made her feel.
From that night on, they started to have sex regularly. They would wait for Arjun's father to leave for work and then they would make love, right there in their living room. They would do it on the couch, on the floor, against the wall. They would try out different positions, different techniques, always trying to give each other pleasure.
Arjun loved his mother's pussy, the way it felt around his cock, the way it squeezed him tight. He loved the way she moaned when he entered her, the way she gasped when he went deep. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled.
Manisha too loved having sex with her son. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way he stretched her, the way he filled her up. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her come again and again.
They would spend hours making love, exploring each other's bodies, learning what each other liked. They would talk dirty to each other, whispering naughty things in each other's ears. They would even take videos of their love-making sessions, watching them together later and getting turned on all over again.
But they knew that their relationship was taboo, that society would never accept them. They knew that if anyone found out, they would be ostracized and judged. But they didn't care. They were in love, and nothing else mattered.
One day, Arjun surprised Manisha with a trip to Shimla, a picturesque hill station in the Himalayas. He had planned everything, from the hotel booking to the sightseeing itinerary. Manisha was thrilled, she had always wanted to visit Shimla but never had the chance.
They reached Shimla and checked into their hotel, a cozy little place with a view of the mountains. Arjun had booked a suite with a king-sized bed, and Manisha couldn't help but blush at the thought of spending the night with him.
They spent the next few days exploring Shimla, visiting temples, museums, and scenic viewpoints. They held hands, they hugged, they even stole a few kisses when no one was looking. But at night, when they were alone in their room, they would make passionate love, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire.
On their last night in Shimla, Arjun surprised Manisha again. He had set up a romantic dinner on the balcony of their room, with candles and flowers and soft music playing in the background. Manisha was touched by his gesture, she had never felt so special, so loved.
As they ate dinner, Arjun took Manisha's hand in his and looked into her eyes. "Mom," he said softly, "I know we can't get married in the eyes of society, but in my heart, you are my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, loving you, cherishing you, making you happy. Will you be my partner, my soulmate, my forever?"
Manisha was stunned. She had never expected Arjun to propose to her like this. But she knew that she wanted the same thing. She wanted to be with him forever, no matter what society thought.
"Yes," she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Yes, I will be your wife, your partner, your soulmate. I love you so much, Arjun."
Arjun grinned and kissed her deeply, passionately. They made love that night, more intensely than ever before. They were now a married couple, in their hearts and in their eyes.
When they returned to Mumbai, they decided to live together as husband and wife. They had sex every day, sometimes twice a day. They explored new positions, new techniques, new fantasies. They even planned honeymoons to various places, from beaches to mountains to foreign countries.
But they knew that they had to be careful. They couldn't let anyone find out about their relationship. So they lived a double life, presenting themselves as mother and son to the world while being husband and wife behind closed doors.
They knew that it wasn't easy, that there would always be people who judged them, who called them perverted and disgusting. But they didn't care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
And so they lived happily ever after, two soulmates who found each other in the most forbidden of places - the arms of their own mother and son.
Manisha and Arjun were a typical mother-son duo, living together in their cozy apartment in the bustling city of Mumbai. Manisha had raised Arjun all by herself, sacrificing her own dreams and ambitions to provide him with the best education and upbringing. And now that Arjun was grown up, working as a successful software engineer, Manisha couldn't have been prouder of the man he had become.
But as Arjun grew older, his feelings for his mother started to change. He started to notice the way her saree hugged her curves, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He started to feel things he knew were wrong, but couldn't help himself from feeling.
Manisha too started to notice the change in Arjun. She noticed the way he looked at her, the way his voice trembled when he spoke to her, the way he always found excuses to touch her. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself from feeling attracted to him.
One night, after a few glasses of wine, they gave in to their desires. They made love, passionately and intensely, like two lovers who had been starved for affection. Arjun was amazed by his mother's body, by the way she moved, by the way she felt. Manisha too was surprised by Arjun's skills, by the way he touched her, by the way he made her feel.
From that night on, they started to have sex regularly. They would wait for Arjun's father to leave for work and then they would make love, right there in their living room. They would do it on the couch, on the floor, against the wall. They would try out different positions, different techniques, always trying to give each other pleasure.
Arjun loved his mother's pussy, the way it felt around his cock, the way it squeezed him tight. He loved the way she moaned when he entered her, the way she gasped when he went deep. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled.
Manisha too loved having sex with her son. She loved the way he felt inside her, the way he stretched her, the way he filled her up. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her come again and again.
They would spend hours making love, exploring each other's bodies, learning what each other liked. They would talk dirty to each other, whispering naughty things in each other's ears. They would even take videos of their love-making sessions, watching them together later and getting turned on all over again.
But they knew that their relationship was taboo, that society would never accept them. They knew that if anyone found out, they would be ostracized and judged. But they didn't care. They were in love, and nothing else mattered.
One day, Arjun surprised Manisha with a trip to Shimla, a picturesque hill station in the Himalayas. He had planned everything, from the hotel booking to the sightseeing itinerary. Manisha was thrilled, she had always wanted to visit Shimla but never had the chance.
They reached Shimla and checked into their hotel, a cozy little place with a view of the mountains. Arjun had booked a suite with a king-sized bed, and Manisha couldn't help but blush at the thought of spending the night with him.
They spent the next few days exploring Shimla, visiting temples, museums, and scenic viewpoints. They held hands, they hugged, they even stole a few kisses when no one was looking. But at night, when they were alone in their room, they would make passionate love, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire.
On their last night in Shimla, Arjun surprised Manisha again. He had set up a romantic dinner on the balcony of their room, with candles and flowers and soft music playing in the background. Manisha was touched by his gesture, she had never felt so special, so loved.
As they ate dinner, Arjun took Manisha's hand in his and looked into her eyes. "Mom," he said softly, "I know we can't get married in the eyes of society, but in my heart, you are my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, loving you, cherishing you, making you happy. Will you be my partner, my soulmate, my forever?"
Manisha was stunned. She had never expected Arjun to propose to her like this. But she knew that she wanted the same thing. She wanted to be with him forever, no matter what society thought.
"Yes," she whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Yes, I will be your wife, your partner, your soulmate. I love you so much, Arjun."
Arjun grinned and kissed her deeply, passionately. They made love that night, more intensely than ever before. They were now a married couple, in their hearts and in their eyes.
When they returned to Mumbai, they decided to live together as husband and wife. They had sex every day, sometimes twice a day. They explored new positions, new techniques, new fantasies. They even planned honeymoons to various places, from beaches to mountains to foreign countries.
But they knew that they had to be careful. They couldn't let anyone find out about their relationship. So they lived a double life, presenting themselves as mother and son to the world while being husband and wife behind closed doors.
They knew that it wasn't easy, that there would always be people who judged them, who called them perverted and disgusting. But they didn't care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
And so they lived happily ever after, two soulmates who found each other in the most forbidden of places - the arms of their own mother and son.
