Mom Grandpa & My Friends

My name is Ahmed and I come from the most unusual background you can imagine. In a land where large and extended family is the norm, I come from a background, where I am the only son of an only son, of an only son. Its something that dates back seven generations and its purpose was to maintain the concentration of family wealth. My father had a sister, as do I.

In 1971 as a result of the conflict between India and Pakistan my father disappeared. We lived very close to the border and he was thought to have been killed, as a result of the conflict and his body washed away by the river. He had been married to my mother for only five years during which they had had myself and my younger sister. My grandmother had passed away before my birth. So now the only family I had was my mother, my baby sister and my Grandfather. My father’s sister was already married and living 300 miles away, though she did occasionally come and visit. Our house was covered in black and white photographs and particularly my father, who upon being martyred, had become my grandfather’s pride and joy, even though they had never got on whilst he was alive.

The house we lived in was huge, with plenty of servants with their own quarters, gardens and our own stables. I recall we had several ponies as well as the usual farm animals. My grandfather always used to tell me that it was all for me now and that when I grew up I would be one of the wealthiest men in the area and that a great deal was expected from me. My grand father’s favourite servant as Rehmat, who had been with my family since his birth and now his children, were also our servants. He had three girls, the eldest of whom had also been married and widowed. Her husband too had died in the conflict of 1971. She was 25 years old and a son aged few months when this happened. She was now my nanny and her own son was looked after by her mother. Rehmat’s other daughters were 19 and 18 and his son was the same age as me. Abdul was my friend, and we did all sorts of things together, and we shared many secrets.

So my story begins with my earliest memories. You see from the day I was born I shared my mother’s room. Even when my sister was born, I am told she was looked after by a nanny, and I was in my mother’s room. I had often shared her bed and I remember sucking her tits, long after she had stopped producing milk. She would always ensure I was asleep, before nodding off and should I ever wake up in the middle of the night, she would be there. I guess my clearest memory is when I was about 20 years old, and I awoke in the middle of the night. It was a dark and hot humid night. The fan was almost turning away above my head, I looked across at my mother’s bed and she was not there. This was the first time that this had happened and I was surprised and scared as to what had happened to her. I looked around the room, but she wasn’t there. I got out of bed and in the darkness headed for the door. My grandfather’s room was next to my mother’s room and my room was on the other side. My sister’s nursery was opposite my mother’s.

I looked towards my room, but something told me to go to my grandfather’s room. As I got to the door I noticed that it was slightly open. Without thinking I pushed the door open and walked in thinking I would find my grandfather and ask him where Ammi was. I walked over to his bed in the dark and was even more frightened to learn that he too was not in bed. The sound of the fan, was drowning out all noise and I stood there wandering what to do. As my eyes became used to the light, I noticed that the light of my grandfather’s bathroom was on. I walked over to it and by now I could actually hear sounds coming from the bathroom.

I knew it was my mother and my grandfather’s voices and they were not only talking but I could clearly hear my grandfather’s words. Instead of walking in I found myself standing just outside the door listening. Through the crack in the door I peeked in and my jaw dropped as I saw my mother, naked with her back to me. She was on her knees in front of my grandfather, who was sitting on the toilet. He had NOTHING on too and his eyes were closed. My mother’s legs were apart and I could clearly see the light bouncing off her ass. I could also see the crack of her cunt, cleanly shaven. Then in my excitement I let out a grunt and they must have heard because the next thing I knew, the door was shut from the other side. I knocked and my mother answered. They must have known that it was me, as no one else would dare go into my grandfather’s room. My mother answered, and told me to wait I will out in a second.

Few seconds later she emerged in just a kurta and nothing else. She picked me up and started smothering me and took me back to her room. On the way I noticed two things, the kurta she was wearing was not hers and that it was soaked in her sweat by the time we got to her room. She put me on the bed and was talking to me all the time. Then there and then she took the kurta off and threw it on the floor and pulled on one of her own shirts. She was wearing nothing else and she came and lay down beside me. Her buttons were open and I could clearly see her tits. She pulled me to her and asked me what I had seen. I told her nothing, at which she seemed almost disappointed. She asked me if I was sure and I told her this time what I had seen. My mother just lay there and pulled me closer to her. It was then that I realized that my mother was again trying to put her tit in my mouth. I took it and started to suck. My mother started to moan and speak.

She started to explain to me that I was too young to understand and that one she would explain to me what was going on. She said that as the lady of the house it was her duty to keep all the “boys” of the family satisfied. This included my grandfather, as he had no wife. I must have fallen asleep in her arms. The next day I awoke to learn that I was not going to college that day as my mother had a great deal to explain to me she said. My grandfather had gone out early and would be gone for many days. This left me more or less alone with my mother. When I had woken up and had my breakfast, my mother told me that I would be taking a bath and that she would wash me herself to make sure I got everything clean.

So I was dragged into the bathroom naked with my mother washing me. As we only have showers in our bathrooms, it was obvious that my mother would get soaked too. Her shirt was now clinging to her and it was obvious in the light of day that my mum was gorgeous. She had lovely big round tits, with large nipples, which were sticking out from the material and her salwar was sticking tightly to her ass and her pussy. It was obvious that my mummy’s pussy was freshly shaven. My mother must have noticed my staring at her, because she asked me if I liked looking at her and I just nodded. With that she locked the bathroom door from the inside, even though no one would ever have come in. She took off her kameez and salwar in a flash and threw it on the floor. On the back of the door was a change of clothes for both of us, so it was obvious that she had planned it all.

My mother then asked me to help her wash, she passed me the soap and asked me to soap her back for her. I began rubbing the soap and she just closed her eyes and I went further and further down, till I was rubbing her ass. I went further and rubbed the bar of soap on her cunt. I was surprised at how warm it was. She just looked at me and smiled. She looked down at my cock and saw how hard it was. It must have been puny, but I guess that must have been part of the attraction for my mum, or any mum for that matter. Rubbing soap into your mum’s ass, her crack, on her cunt, on her tits, anywhere, is one of the most pleasurable feelings any son can have. Trust me, I know, and at that moment I felt I was in heaven. Here was my favourite woman, naked, in the shower, playing with me giggling and definitely turned on. Though I didn’t know it at the time, this was the beginning of my other relationship with my mother. A relationship which knew no barriers and which has allowed me to live the most unusual life you can imagine.

By the time our little game in the shower had finished I knew that my life had changed forever. My beautiful mother, not yet 33, widowed, was a sex machine, and from that shower, it has led to my li

fe today, whereby I still live in the same house, my grandfather died few years ago, but during his lifetime I experienced all aspects of incest and sex within a household.

You see, after the shower, I went as usual to play with Abdul, and even though my mother had sworn me to secrecy, Abdul was the one friend with whom I could share everything and I knew he would never tell anyone. So that very evening I told Abdul what I had seen the night before and what had happened that afternoon. Abdul believed me of course, and it was he who suggested that I tell my mum that I had in fact seen her with grandfather and had seen what she was doing. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I lay down with my mother. She looked very different, she had flowers in her hair and she was wearing only a see through kurta. The outline of her breasts was a sight to behold. The lights had been turned down low and the fan as usual was turning away. The door was locked. My mother told me that she knew there was something I wanted to tell her. So I did. I told her that I had seen her with grandfather and that I had also shared my secret with Abdul. To my surprise, she was not angry. She just pulled me closer to her and explained that she would tell me the whole truth tonight. My mother did not mince her words and told me everything as it was.

She began by telling me that she had been with having sex with my grandfather for many years and that it was she who had made it happen. She explained that when I was very young, I would fall asleep early and one day she had had to use grandfather’s bathroom, as hers was not working. She had gone in thinking he was asleep and when she came out of the bathroom, he had been lying on the bed. He always slept in a dhoti, which had risen all the way up, with the result that my grandfather was lying on the bed, naked from the waist down. She had gone over to the bed to look at him and had seen that he had a truly wonderful cock. At this stage, I asked whose was better, dad or grandfather, to which my mother told me that neither. She had promised me the truth and so I asked whose and she told me my Mamu (Her brother). It turned out that mum had been fucking her own brother, before she ever married my dad and to her he had by far the biggest cock she had had. She further told me that occasionally she still fucked Mamu and had done so in this very bed. She also told me that she had in fact had two other cocks apart from these three. She said she would tell me about them another time.