My Amma and I

Beautiful story. Please write more frequently. I absolutely love your style

Rare to see good quality Indian mother son incest stories.

Thank you and continue writing more stories like these!!

Why I like this story. Growing up with a very liberal hotmom in a S. Florida household, my hotmom only wore thong bikinis around the house, went topless with her b-cups in front of sis and me everyday, and would throw a robe only when dad came home. Show over. But I remember mom and sis coming home from the Mall one weekend and they telling about after shopping walking out to their SUV parked in the furthest part of the parking lot (under the shade) was also an SUV parked next to my mom's. My mom said she noticed it was shaking as she approached it. As she was opening the driver's side door she saw a couple obviously fucking not a foot away from my mom in their passenger back seat, windows up, glass untinted SUV running, she noticed a naked and beautiful woman of India descent fucking a teenager of the same heritage. My sister said, "Look, Mom, they're fucking!" to which both dad and I laughed when mom repeated sis' words to us. About a month or so later mom and sis were attending my wrestling meet and after the meet was won, wrestlers were meeting family in the hallway outside the locker room. My sister excitedly got my mom's attention whispering excitedly, "Mom!, there's the fucking couple!" My mom turned her head and began telling my sister, "Look at your brother..., look at your brother!" as mom eagle-eyed the only Indian wrestling on the varsity squad (though the JV squad was loaded with young Indians). Yep. It was them alright. "He is handsome...", Mom quietly said. "That's Sandhir and his mom!" My volume trailed lower as the realization hit all of us at the same time. "He's fucking his mom..." Mom without flinching stared at me - while telling sis to look at me - (and not at Sandhir) and moved her eyes slowly up my tired body. I could see her hardened nipples through her spandex top and through bedroom eyes she said to me, "Interesting..." My mouth dropped open as I stared at my mom as she looked at me with..., was it..., yes. It was. Mom was looking at me with desire behind her very sexy bedroom eyes! I could feel the blood rush into my member even as exhausted as I was... As I drove home my mom and me held hands (we did often when alone) as sis sat forward in the car so she and mom could only talk about nothing but Sandhir fucking his skinny big-titted beautiful mom. We later found out a lot about his culture and their sexual mores... and his mom and Sandhir. And as for my mom and I..., I might have to write a mom-son story for Literotica...

You are not a native English speaker or you was very stupid in school. Ur story is full of stupid errors. It's very unreadable