Fantasy of Fucking Mom
I had been relishing a very strange fantasy, very unusual – getting my son fuck my wife. I had been dreaming about this fantasy ever since my son Ronit was born.
When I was 45 and my wife 40, I decided that it now the time to bring the fantasy come true. I could not see as to how to make this happen. We as a couple enjoyed a very satisfying sex life.
Despite age, my stamina was excellent and my wife’s hunger solid. My wife satisfied me in every respect – be it emotional or physical. But the fantasy kept nagging.
Suddenly, an idea clicked. I decided to go slow on our sexual encounters. Gradually, under one pretext or the other, I started avoiding having sex with my wife. In the beginning, my wife did not notice.
But over a period, I could make out that she now remained hungry for sex since I avoided her. She started to become noisy. She used to get angry on petty things. Now I thought this is the best time to bring her back to the track.
I made my decision – I decided to share this fantasy with Ronit since my wife would never agree to this. Ronit and I have been sharing a relationship of friends rather than father and son.
We even used to exchange naughty SMSs and mails. He was used to my comments on sex and girls. On one Saturday, when my wife was busy finishing her work in the kitchen, after a tasty dinner, I called Ronit to my room and told him about my fantasy.
At the outset, he was appalled at the idea. He said that he had never looked at his mom with this eye. But after a while, the idea excited him.
I asked me how to make this happen. I told him that tonight, I would not sleep in my bedroom and will spend a lot of time in my study and retire in the adjoining room. He can keep company with mom. Under some pretext, he could go near her and excite her. He agreed.
When my wife finished her work, I approached my study. I told my wife that I had some urgent work to take care of and it would be a late night and that I will retire in the adjoining room. My wife told that she would not be ready to sleep alone. So I suggested that Ronit will her keep her company till she gets asleep – nothing unusual.
I had already told Ronit to keep the bedroom door open for me to watch them. In fact, I had decided to shoot the scenes on a handy cam, already in place. I told Ronit to keep the bedside lamps on, so that I could film really nice.
After about half hour, I silently walked to our bedroom and opened the door.
Ronit and my wife we nestled together chatting.
Ronit asked her, ‘ma, nowadays you get wild many times and you have become short tempered. What’s the reason?Any problem?’ in the beginning, my wife hesitated. But when Ronit probed, she revealed that I am no more interested in her and that I am avoiding having relationship with her.
Ronit pulled my wife near him and patted on her head and back.
He moved his hands over her back as if consoling her. He kept on murmuring something in her ears. My wife also loosened. Since she had someone to break the silence, she rested her head on Ronit’s shoulder. Ronit started moving his hand on her hair, falling on her shoulders.
My wife’s nightgown was already a bit low cut and tow buttons on the top were already opened. Ronit was staring at his mom’s boobs.
While caressing, he casually brought his hand over her shoulders and gave a passing touching touch on her breast.My wife did not react and Ronit proceeded. He kissed my wife on her forehead and pulled her closer. He then started moving his other hand over her arm. His fingers casually touched her breasts.
My wife looked up and Ronit and asked, ‘what’s in your mind Ronit? What are you trying to do?’ Ronit casually replied, ‘nothing mom. I am only trying to make you comfortable. Don’t you like this?’ my wife had no answer to his straight question. This went on for some time.
Then Ronit planted a kiss on my wife’s cheeks. His lips lingered over her cheeks for longer. He blew warm air in her ears. My wife sighed. She was getting excited. She hung tight over Ronit. Ronit said, ‘ma, don’t worry. This phase will get over. Maybe dad is overworked and he is avoiding you. I am willing to help you to make you more comfortable. Believe me’.