Hello everyone, I have a confession to make. It’s been weighing heavily on my heart for quite some time now, and I feel like it’s time to come clean. The truth is, I have had sexual intercourse with my own mother. i used to read nepali incest story but here i am sharing my own.
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We live in a small village in Nepal, where our culture is deeply rooted in tradition. Our family is small, with just the two of us living together since my father went to work abroad years ago.
My mother, Malati, has always been my rock. She’s a beautiful woman in her forties, with long, wavy black hair, striking brown eyes, and smooth, olive skin. Her body is graceful, with curves in all the right places. She’s always supported me, no matter what. But one night, our relationship changed in a way I never expected.
I am Ashim, a young man of twenty, with a lanky frame and a face that still holds traces of boyhood. My hair is as dark as my mother’s, but my eyes are lighter, more like the shade of wet sand. I have always been close to my mother, perhaps too close, but I never expected our relationship to cross the boundaries it did.
It was during the monsoon season when everything seemed to be at its most chaotic. The rain poured relentlessly, making the muddy paths difficult to traverse. The power went out frequently, plunging our home into darkness. On one such night, my mother and I were at home together, without any electricity. The silence was deafening, save for the relentless drumming of the rain against our tin roof.
My Mom has fear of rain and lightening so she had come to my room one night as the lightening and rainfall was so heavy that night.
She requested me to if she can sleep in my room. I insisted to sleep on floor and she could sleep on bed but she said”You can join me on bed it is cold on floor you will get fever”, i said okay hesitatingly and we were sharing a blanket to keep warm. i remembered an another nepali incest story at that time.
The lack of light and the noise from the torrential downpour created a sense of intimacy that we had never experienced before. My mother’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine from the oil she uses in her hair, brushed against my cheek as she leaned in closer to me. Her body pressed against mine, her soft curves molding against my harder planes.
Our eyes met for a moment, and in the faint glow of the lightning outside, I saw something in her gaze that I had never seen before a hunger, a need. Without saying a word, we slowly began to undress each other. My hands traced the contours of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her sari slipped to the floor, leaving her in a thin blouse and petticoat. Her fingers trailed softly down my chest, stopping only when they reached the hem of my shorts.
I could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, matching the rhythm of my own. Her breath hitched as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her luscious breasts encased in a simple cotton bra. Her nipples were already hard, poking against the thin fabric. I reached out, tracing the swell of her breasts with my fingertips, feeling her shiver under my touch.
She helped me out of my shorts, her hands brushing against my growing erection. I gasped, my body aching with a need I had never felt before. We were crossing a line, a forbidden boundary, but in that moment, neither of us cared.
In the darkness, we found each other, our bodies colliding in a passionate embrace. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, her mouth opening to allow my tongue to explore her depths. She tasted sweet, like the ripe mangoes we had eaten earlier that day. Her hands roamed my body, touching, exploring, driving me wild with desire. this incest was going to happen.
I broke away from her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, until I reached her breasts. I pushed down the cups of her bra, revealing her dark, hard nipples. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nipping gently, feeling her arch against me. Her moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of the rain outside.
I moved lower, my hands sliding down her waist to her hips. I tugged at her petticoat, pulling it down, revealing her bare legs. Her skin was smooth and soft, like silk under my touch. I trailed kisses down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my lips.
She spread her legs, allowing me to settle between them. I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, as I moved lower. I pushed aside her underwear, revealing her wet folds. I could see her glistening in the faint light, her body ready for me. I leaned in, taking a long, slow lick, feeling her shudder beneath me.
Her hands gripped my hair, holding me in place as I continued to lick and suck her most intimate place. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing against my mouth. I could feel her tension building, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, she pulled me up, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Ashim,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you inside me.”
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I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly shed my remaining clothes, my body aching with need. I settled between her legs, my erect penis pressing against her wet folds. With one swift motion, I thrust inside her, feeling the warmth of her body envelop me.
Our moans echoed through the empty house as we moved together, lost in the heat of the moment. Her body was tight, gripping me like a velvet vice. I could feel every inch of her, every ridge, every curve. It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced.
Our lovemaking was raw and primal, fueled by lust and desire. As I thrust deeper into her, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was wrong. But the feeling of being surrounded by her love and warmth was too overwhelming to resist.
Time seemed to stand still as we continued our forbidden love-making. We didn’t speak, didn’t move, just existed in that one moment together. Her body matched my every thrust, her hips rising to meet mine. Our breaths mingled, our hearts pounded in sync. It was as if we were one being, connected in the most intimate way possible.
Her nails dug into my back, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I could feel her body tensing, her inner muscles gripping me tighter. I knew she was close. I leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. It sent her over the edge.
She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sight of her in the throes of orgasm sent me spiraling over the edge. I thrust deep into her one last time, my body shuddering as I found my own release.
We collapsed onto the damp floor, our hearts pounding and our bodies spent. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms. We lay there in silence, the rain still drumming on the roof above us. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my mother, instead focusing on the ceiling as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, her hand finding its way onto my cheek. Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, unable to speak. She kissed me softly on the forehead and squeezed my hand before gently pulling away.
The next morning, when the sun finally emerged from behind the clouds, we tried to act as if nothing had happened. We tiptoed around each other, avoiding any eye contact or conversation about the previous night. But the connection we shared was undeniable, and deep down, I knew that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
As the days turned into weeks, we found ourselves drawn to each other again and again, our forbidden love affair continuing in secret. We knew it was wrong, but we couldn’t help ourselves. We were bound by something more than just blood we were bound by a love that was as intense as it was forbidden.
But as the monsoon season came to an end, so did our secret affair. We realized that we couldn’t continue down this path, that we had to put an end to our forbidden love. It was a painful decision, but it was one we had to make.
We never spoke of that night, or the ones that followed, again. But the memory of our forbidden love affair will forever be etched in my heart, a secret that will remain between my mother and me.
Now my heart is light and in peace.
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