Mallu MILF Lakshmi

I was not just embarrassed, now. I felt completely traumatized. I felt ashamed of myself. But, not just because of what I heard them say. But, also because I was back to feeling aroused. And, I hated myself for it.

My son, Madhav, had a sly smile throughout, listening to them, and he only looked more gratified seeing Virat bring my photo closer to his penis, to ejaculate over it.

It had only been a very little time since I had found out and confirmed that my son was sexually attracted to me, but I just did not want to believe it.

I just could not get in terms with the fact that he was lusting for me, all this time. And, more importantly, I could not convince myself how evil his want to see his own mother objectified was.

I never felt it... Not even the smallest of hints... I never knew he was capable of imagining his own mother as any other woman who would give him sensual happiness...

I always felt my son shared everything with me... I felt he told me everything that happened in college... I felt he shared with me everything about his friends... I never knew that one day he would share me - his own mother, with his friends.

And, it was not because I was a naive woman. It was not because I knew nothing about incest. Or, the bigger sins that followed. It was because I loved him. It was because I trusted him.

Incest was a topic that had started to be very commonly discussed about in the Whatsapp group that had my female classmates from college. I felt disgusted each time they brought it up, and even though it was always the negative side of the strange phenomenon that was being talked about, I still felt it was an unnecessary subject.

"Who would ever want to fuck his own mother?!" I always thought. At-least I was always sure my boy would never even think about it.

However, my own son's physical inclination towards his mother had already begun, well before. And, I had no idea about it, even as he continued to empty his balls thinking of me.

And when I finally knew about it, it was not just my son finding pleasure at my expense, but his friends, too, took turns shooting their seeds for me, slut shaming me, and humiliating me, in my own house!!

"My turn!!" Mrinal said, grabbing his big balls hard, and snatching my photo from Roshan, to use for his venereal satisfaction.

The A5 sized paper was almost drenched in cum now, with 3 of my son's friends already discharging their semen on my image... On me!!

Add to it all the spunk my own son had shot, multiple times, over a period of time, and one could say I was covered in jism.

"Sloppy fourths, I guess!! Hahaha... But, I just don't mind... Lakshmi Aunty has been filled my so many men, so many times, she would have had cum inside her pussy even if I was the first to fuck her in her next life!!" Mrinal gladly rubbed sadistic salt in my shamed wound, as he masturbated looking at my photo.

"Do you have more pictures, man?? Roshan asked my son, excited.

"I am loving this to be honest... Hahaha!! I just realized why you spend so much time searching for the right 'face' on our friend lists. This is actually soothing!!" Roshan concluded, leaving me bothered.

"Please... No... Please say no, Madhav!!" I said to myself, almost a little too loud. That is how badly I wanted to prevent a repetition of the immoral activity.

Not because a second round of cum tribute would make any real difference. The damage was already done. But, because I was wary of the possibility that my son had more of my obscene images in his custody.

I knew I had been careless enough to give him the opportunity. I did always make him click my pictures, every time I dressed up, for a function.

But, it was only now that I knew what he gained from all the times he turned photographer for me. It was only now that I knew how he was using the pictures he shot.

Though it was the last thing I wanted to worry about, I was greatly reminded of another photo he could have in his stash. And, that was definitely one which required him to do no reworking.

It was easily the most inappropriate pose I had ever given. I sat on the lawn, in front of my house, in a knee up-foot tucked position, trying to replicate my favorite actress, Madhavi Doshi, from her latest photoshoot.

She was able to pull it off very well, and looked very elegant as she smiled for the cameras. But, unfortunately for me, I had my legs crossed in a very improper manner, and I looked & felt uneasy.

I was wearing a body-fit grey colored short kurti top & a pair of white skinny cotton pants.

My saggy breasts seemed to be hanging down even more loosely, and a comprehensible impression of my lower body was also on display.

I was sure I had dressed very unlike my usual self. I could guess the result, and I knew I should have avoided it.

I told my son not to press the snap button, the moment I realized I had made myself look very obnoxious. But, he had already photographed it.

Though I was fully covered, I did imagine that very day if I revealed a little too much to him.

Though I believed I had nothing to worry about, I did wonder what impact the incident would have on him.

Madhav straightaway showed me the photo he had shot, and the very second I saw the picture, I knew I had to make him delete it. It just looked very indecent.

I asked him to remove the image from the phone, and he did erase it as I watched.

But, I could never be sure about it now. Maybe, he would have recovered it.

And even if he really did delete the picture from his phone, he would have had it saved as a pleasing memory, in his brain.

And even if he did not to share it with his friends, he would have still gladly checked me out.

He would have enjoyed ogling at my inviting legs... He would have feasted on the tempting view of my thick inner thighs...

He would have definitely zoomed in onto my disclosed crotch, even as I was only getting myself ready to be clicked.

He would have wanked his cock, that whole night, fantasizing about the chunky milky flesh his mother had underneath her tight pants.

I was almost so adamant that it would have all happened, I could picture my son do it.

I could also visualize him describing how he felt when he saw me in a vile posture, to his friends.

I could imagine all of them say how badly they too wanted to experience it.

Roshan : Can I please get one more photo of your Mom?? Please Maddy... Please..

Virat : Hahaha...

Roshan : I would really like to do this one more time... Considering the fact that you even shot your load on my mother's throwback photo, of her younger self, taken on the day of her wedding, you owe me at-least that...

Ajit : Oh yess... Haha... And, all that semen on the screen of Virat's phone means Virat also gets another go... But... Wait a second... What was a picture of Roshan's mummy doing in your phone, Virat?!

Mrinal : Hahahaha!!

Ajit : Crazy shit man... But, still... To be honest... Maddy had Asha Aunty even before your Dad could have his hands on her, Roshan... Right?? I mean isn't that what one is to conclude when he cums on a photo of your Mom, taken before her marriage!!

Virat : He fucked your Mom even before your Dad fucked her!!

Mrinal : Fuck!! I am almost ready to unload for Lakshmi Aunty, but I guess I also want Asha Aunty, right now!!

Ajit : Hahaha...

Virat : Maddy is your Daddy!! Are you listening to this, Roshan??

Roshan : Let me be his Mummy's Daddy then!!

Virat : Haha!!

Roshan : I really think that his Mom has even made him shoot pictures of her wearing only a pair of panties. Give them to us, Maddy!!

Ajit : Whoaa...

Roshan : Yeah.. In the cheap dirty ones she buys from the vendors selling used underclothes, in filthy road side stalls.

Ajit : That was gross, dude!!

Virat : Not really.. When compared to what he said about his own mother sucking off the rickshaw-wala to save 20 Rupees.

Ajit : Oh fuck.. That was insane.. He said that just before we entered the examination hall. I spent 3 hours thinking about it, and ended up failing the test. Worse, Shiny Ma'am was the invigilator that day. I still don't know how I managed to stop myself from stroking my cock right there.

Roshan : But, still, not as gross as jizzing on your own mother's photo!!

Ajit : Haha... I thought Roshan was the deviant among us.. Madhav has been a very pleasant surprise..

Virat : Hahaha... Fuck yes!!

They were all very twisted... Without doubt!! All of them were sick.

But, Roshan clearly was the most perverted among my son's friends. He sure seemed the most provocative of the lot.

He was nothing like what I had thought of him when I first met him. He was nowhere near the person I thought he was, after my conversation with his mother, Asha, and all the good things she had to tell about him.

Asha definitely got it all wrong about him. I was sure I could confirm that. I was certain she was wrong about her son.

But, again, that realization only further stressed the hard truth that I myself was completely wrong in judging my own son. I had failed, too.

Roshan's crude dialogues really made me wonder how he was with his mother. I was curious to know how Asha was being treated by him.

"Did she have any idea about her son's improper obsessions?? Was Roshan doing anything to Asha that Madhav was doing to me?? Have the boys done something similar to her, too?? Were all of them attracted to their own mothers?!" my mind was filled with all these questions.

While a part of me was convinced that my son was corrupted, a part of me also wanted me to reassure myself that my son was innocent.

Though that was clearly not the case, I was still hoping for the impossible. But, every passing second since then only proved to me how massive the magnitude of my son's wrongful hunger was.

"Please Maddy..." Roshan was desperately pleading for another picture of mine, as if his entire existence depended on it. But, he still did not have my son's attention.

I was relieved Madhav said nothing... I was glad he chose not to respond.

But, it was not because he felt a great new sense of responsibility to protect his mother's modesty. But, only because he had more important things to take care of.

Madhav, in the meanwhile, had his eyes fixed onto the computer screen, and was stroking his hard cock, watching another adult video, featuring the same mature pornstar.

"Take this you slut... You fucking whore of a mom!! I am going to fill your horny holes with my thick hot juice." Madhav grunted, indicating he was nearing an orgasm. And, very soon, he ejaculated, shooting his semen on the monitor.

"That is what you get for being a dirty mummy, Lakshmi... I am going to tear your holes apart, Mom!!" he completed his statement.

"Why?! Why Madhav?? How could you even say that?? Where did I go wrong??" I could very well say I felt like I had been carnally abused already.

However, I was more concerned about not being a mother good enough to nurture her son. I was just still not ready to accept this. I still could not believe that my son thought and felt about me like this.

But, all the perversion he showcased in front of the computer was indeed an act of wickedness against his own mother. I had to trust what I just saw.

And shocking me even more, he opened the drawer of his computer table, took out a pair of red panties, and wiped his cum off the screen.

"Impossible. Just impossible!!" I muttered, in utter dismay. This cannot be real. This cannot be happening.

That was my inner-wear!!

And that was all I could take... I felt like my world had collapsed... I felt like everything I believed in until that day had come crashing down.

I was only getting in terms with the hard truth that my very own son had been seeing me as an object of sexual desire. But, this was extreme.

He had already made his move. He had already taken the first step. He had already started to hunt his mother down.

I watched in despair as he spat twice on the thin satin material, and placed it back inside the drawer.

It was the very pair my husband had bought me for our wedding anniversary, last year. It was the first time he had gifted me something so intimate.

It was a very special occasion for us, and it was the first time in all these years that I presented myself to him in something so seductive. It was a valuable present I always wanted to treasure.

But, to my greatest horror, it was in my son's hands now. And, he was using it in the most disgusting way possible.

He very obviously made me wonder if the lewd infuriating affection he had just showered on the expensive fabric, that had graced my most private parts, was a reflection of his true feelings for me.

More than indicating the degree of his raunchy attraction towards his mother, my son's most recent deed helped to convey the significant amount of hate & resentment he had for me... But, in the most lecherous terms.

I did not even know when he had managed to take the Brazilian cut underwear from my wardrobe. I had used it just two months ago. I was sure it was the same one I wore the day I attended the wedding of my cousin sister's son.

"Was Madhav here for the function?!" I tried recollecting. He was here!!

"Ohhh... Nooo... Shit!! Is that one of my used panties?!" I finally asked myself, in even greater shock. It indeed was!!

My son had dared to steal it. And, he had most probably made it his, seconds after I removed it... When I had just stripped myself off my clothes, and entered the shower... When it still had a lot of me in it.

I was not just shaken, now. I was frightened, too.. I felt like I could not move.

I just could not come to terms with the fact that my son was so close to physically assaulting me. In-fact, I was immediately forced to think if the boys were here to make me succumb to their yearnings... Or rather, my son's yearnings!!

"She would be in her room now, sleeping. And, she does not keep the door closed. If you guys are confident that you will not mess things up, you can jerk off looking at her, directly." Madhav told his friends, re-confirming my doubts.

I knew I was heartbroken. I knew I was being put through the kind of trauma no mother would ever want to experience. I knew I wanted to scream. I knew I wanted to cry.

But, the abnormal situation needed me to not get lost in thoughts. I just had to keep myself fixed in the present. Such was the danger, I could not afford to lose track of the proceedings.

"Why can't we just fuck her?!" asked the boys together, gleefully.

I could have resisted my son, but there was no way I could defy the group. This was turning serious, and things were getting out of my hand.

I have so often heard that when a woman of my age gets herself into such tricky situations, she also feels a certain amount of excitement, her increased libido being the reason. I had felt it, too, even until a few seconds ago.

But, that very moment, it was all different. The enthusiasm had completely disappeared. Whatever little excitement I had, was completely gone. I felt none of it, anymore. And, instead, it was all so easily replaced by fear.

All I knew was that I was scared.

I was scared like never before. I just did not know what to do.

I felt I was home with 5 dangerous complete strangers, who would do anything to sexually satisfy themselves. The fact that it was my son & 4 of his friends, seemed a lie.

I always believed that my son was my biggest strength. He was always such an understanding boy. But, that particular moment, I felt he was the one I had to worry about the most.

Not only was he shamelessly lusting & craving for my body, he was also very much encouraging the others to do the same.

It was my own son who was orchestrating my humiliation. He was executing it exactly how he had planned it.

All of his friends thoroughly enjoyed verbally degrading me to the level of a cheap street slut, but it was my own son who seemed to have relished it the most.

It was my own son who was setting the stage for the next set of acts.

I felt violated. I felt defiled. I felt exploited. But there was nothing I could do. I was totally helpless.

All I could do was force myself away from the window, hoping it was just a bad dream. But, it wasn't!!

The only thing I had in my mind was to survive until my husband returned home, from work.

I ran back inside the house, and locked myself in my room, hoping none of the boys, and especially my own son, came looking for me.

To Be Continued...