Literotic asexstories – My Son and His Friends by readstories1989
This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional and strictly above 19. I prefer stories with a plot that gets us involved in the story, leading to sex, rather than stories with just wild sex.
My stories are a bit lengthy and usually have everything like gay sex, lesbianism, threesomes, group sex, and mainly incest.
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My name is Radha and this story is about how my son with the help of his friends have turned me into a sex craving slut. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that something like this would happen.
I was a conservative, middle class Indian woman, for whom, talking about sex was a taboo.. but now i fuck my son and his friends and also participate in group sex with their moms.
I am in my early forties and I am an average looking woman. I am about 5ft 3in, dusky and a little plump. I usually wear sarees or kurta pyajama when I go out and nighties when i am at home.
I have never worn a jeans or any western clothes in the last 20 years of my life. I am a housewife and my husband works in a private company. He is a very hard working man. Our only son is named Manoj.
It all started after my son completed his studies and started working. Manoj is a handsome boy in his early twenties. He was about 6ft tall, fair and has a well built body. He goes to gym regularly.
After he started working in Hyderabad, He rented a flat near his office along with his friends Sunny and Ayub, who are in their early twenties as well. They are his close friends from college and all work in the same company.
I have met them a few times when I went to visit my son in his college. We stay in a small town which is 150 km from Hyderabad. Ayub is very fair and had a well built body but he was not as tall as Manoj. On the other hand Sunny had an average body and was a little dark but he was a little taller than Manoj. As they were my son’s friends I looked at them as my children too.
I only got to know later that they, along with my son, looked at me with other intentions. I started observing small changes in Manoj towards the end of his college days.
Coming from a rural family, we were not much into physical interactions. But he slowly started brushing his hands against my tits and ass now and then. I brushed it off as accidents. He started giving me long and tight hugs.
I was shocked at first as it was not common for us. But he told me it was a city thing and convinced me it was normal. It felt weird in the beginning but I got used to it slowly. I only thought it was a way of showing love but never realized that it was a way for him to feel my tits. There was something weird even in the way he used to look at me now and then. I could see a bit of lust in his eyes but I thought it was just my imagination.
A few months after he started working, he called one day and asked me to come visit him for his birthday. I decided to go as well, as I haven’t seen him in a long time and was missing him.
As usual my husband was busy with work and couldn’t join me. I got down at the bus stop and Manoj came on his bike to pick me up. He was applying sudden brakes every now and then and my boobs would bump into his back.
I got a feeling that maybe he was doing it intentionally but I dint give it much thought as I was happy to see him after a long time. We reached his flat and I was surprised to see two more middle aged women in the flat.
I was fully covered in a traditional Kurta Pyajama, but they on the other hand were in western frocks. One woman was showing a lot of her cleavage as well. I was shocked looking at them and their dresses.
Then Manoj proceeded to introduce them to me.. “Mom, you already know Sunny and Ayub right. This is Jenny, Sunny’s mom and this is Zoya, Ayub’s mom” pointing towards the woman showing her cleavage.
I was shocked as I never expected a Muslim woman to dress up in such a way. The Muslim women i knew would usually wear a burqa from head to toe and would barely show any skin.
Zoya was probably in her mid forties, very fair just like her son and probably the same height as me. She was very fit and had a perfect 36 28 36 figure. I am sure men would go crazy looking at her.
Jenny was a little dark and taller and was little plump too and had huge tits. Her tight black frock made her look even sexier. I couldn’t believe that they were dressed in such a way in front of their young and probably very horny boys.
Once i got out of the shock, we exchanged our pleasantries. Then Manoj took me to his room and asked me to freshen up so that we could go shopping. I obliged and got ready in a few minutes.
Both of us went to a nearby shopping mall. Initially we purchased clothes for him. Then, he wanted to buy clothes for me. I refused but he was adamant. I finally agreed and said I will buy a saree.
But he dismissed my idea and asked me to buy western clothes. I refused saying that I have never worn western clothes in last 20 years and I will feel uneasy. But he was stubborn that I had to buy western clothes.
He said, “Haven’t you seen my friend’s moms. They are all wearing western clothes. I want you to be modern like them. And also, you will have to wear western clothes for the place we will be going today. Please mom, for me.”
Finally, I gave in looking at his sad face. As soon as I said OK there was a glow with happiness on his face. I was shocked looking at the dresses he got at first. They were too short. I refused to even try them.
He begged again to at least try one. After some pestering I gave in and decided to try one red dress. After wearing the dress in the trial room, I was shocked. It was showing a lot of cleavage and barely covered my thighs. I never imagined myself in such a dress.
I was hesitant to go in front of my son in such a dress but he pestered me. As soon as I opened the door I could see that he was stunned. He looked at me as if he saw a ghost. I felt shy and immediately closed the door. I changed into my old dress and walked out.
He said, “Mom, you looked stunning in that red dress.. you should buy it.”
I replied, “No way. I cannot wear such a dress. I am not some Bollywood actress to wear such dresses. I am your mom.”
He said, “But you looked amazing in that mom. I will buy it for you. Please.”
I refused and was adamant that I was not going to wear that dress. He gave in and we finally ended up buying a frock which was till my knees and did not show any of my cleavage.
I was feeling uneasy to even try this but after remembering Zoya and Jenny, I decided to give it a try. After buying clothes he took me to a beauty parlor and told something to the girl there and left.
I have been to beauty parlor to get my eyebrows done but I never got my legs waxed. The girl came to me and did a facial and then proceeded to wax my legs. I resisted at first but gave in after she said that my son asked her to do it.
I let her do whatever my son asked her to do. It hurt a little but it was OK and my legs turned out to be smooth like butter. Then we went home by evening. I dint see anyone in the hall. Manoj asked me to get ready in the room.
I freshened up and dressed up in the frock we just bought. I felt really happy when I looked into the mirror. I felt pretty. After looking at actresses in such dresses all through my life and finally getting to try it myself for the first time, i felt thrilled. As I opened the door and walked out, the three boys in unanimous voice blurted out gorgeous. But I was more shocked to look at their moms.
Both of them were wearing really sexy dresses, just like the red one i tried, barely covering their thighs and showing quite some cleavage. No wonder Manoj wanted me to wear something just like that. I dint know how to react and the only thought that was in my head was how could they wear such sexy dresses in front of their sons and their friends. What will the boys think. It felt awkward.
I wanted to say something but I dint want to ruin my son’s birthday. So I kept mum. Then the boy’s got ready and all of us went out. When we reached the place, I was shocked again. A lot of other girls were dressed in even more sexier and shorter clothes.
It was some kind of a dance club and the girls and boys were drinking and dancing away. I always thought that this happened only in movies but it felt strange to see it for the first time in real life.
Manoj ordered some drinks for us as well. I never had alcohol in my life. So, I resisted. But all of them compelled me to have a shot. I gave in as secretly even I wanted to try it once. All of us said cheers and drank in one go.
As soon as I drank it, I had a burning sensation in my neck. I hated it. I cursed at all of them for making me drink it. But they dint care and started dancing slowly.
It hit me after a while and I liked the feeling too. When they ordered for the second round I volunteered too. There was burning sensation again but I enjoyed it this time.
After a while, I loosened up a bit and started dancing. But I was shocked when i saw others. Ayub was dancing with Zoya in a compromising position. They were behaving more like a couple rather than mom and son.
All of us drank and danced for a while.. after couple of hours we went back home. As the clock struck 12, Manoj cut the cake and all of us wished him on his birthday. Then Zoya and Jenny hugged him in a tight group hug.
I realized where he learnt about hugging. They hugged him for a little too long and whispered something in his ears. I couldn’t hear what they said but that made Manoj blush a lot. I got curious.
Then, Manoj came and gave me a tight long hug. I could feel something poking my stomach but was not sure what it was. Then, Sunny and Ayub both hugged me as well. I was shocked.
It felt weird as I was never touched by any one other than my husband and son. When I looked at Manoj in shock, I got another jolt. It was his cock in his pants that bulged out and poked me earlier. I was at loss of words to say anything.
As I was still reeling from the earlier shock I got the biggest shock of my life. Ayub walked to his mom and blurted out, “I can’t wait any longer mom. My cock is dying for a pussy.”
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