LOSING MY VIRGINITY

Characters

Sahil – The author – 20 year old Indian male from Ahmedabad (Western India)

Ami – My beautiful mother who is 43

Arun – My handsome dad – 45

Hello everyone, Sahil is back with his Indian sexploits!

CHAPTER 1

Hi, I am Sahil. A 20 year old Indian male living in the western Indian city of Ahmedabad. I have had a great childhood and was lucky enough to be born into an affluent family with two wonderful parents. My dad Arun 45 is a successful first generation entrepreneur running a textile unit in the city and my mom, the beautiful Ami is a 43 year old homemaker. My parents got married very young, as was the norm in those days in their early twenties. I was born in a year and half.

Let me tell you something about my parents first. My dad was born in a middle class family. Even though he was born in a time when education levels were not that high, he excelled in academics and with the encouragement of his father (my grandpa) he went on to do his Master's in one of India's most prestigious institutes. He joined an MNC immediately after his education got over and worked there for almost 5 years. In the meantime he was betrothed to my mother while he was still studying as marriage was (and still is) a very contentious issue in Indian society with most parents having the belief that the earlier their children (even sons!) get married, the better.

I was born the year my dad graduated from his Master's degree. After working for 5 years in that MNC, my dad being the visionary he was left his high paying job (much to the horror of the society) and ventured into the then booming textile industry in Ahmedabad. With the help of some seed capital from some of his friends and a small bank loan he started a small factory on the outskirts of Ahmedabad city. His hard work and vision coupled with a kiss from lady luck soon brought him great success and he made windfalls by exporting good quality Indian textiles to western countries like the US, UK, France and other European hot spots that were hungry for Indian clothing.

All this success enabled him to provide our family (my grandparents had died before I was 6) with a great lifestyle. I was given a good education from the very start and our house was bustling with all the latest amenities and lots of domestic help for my mom. In short, all was good.

Now, you must be wondering why I am telling you everything in so much detail. Let me get to that now.

Now, with my dad running this great business he had very little time for his own family. My mom didn't have a lot to do around the house as the staff managed everything. So she took to clubbing, charity work and socializing. But, even all this was not good enough to fill the void in her life for my dad who was busy all day at the factory or on some business trip around the world. In his defence, I must say that he was doing all of this for the good of his family. But then again, there wasn't much balance in his life between home and work. This affected my mom was well. She only had me to fall back upon at times. But there were limitations on what she could share with me and expect from me.

Nonetheless, things kept moving on until one day my parents had a heated argument over a trivial issue (It was so trivial, I don't even remember it!) which escalated in a full scale dog fight with both people calling each other names and shouting at each other. I was almost 20 at that time and was mature for my age. I was the only person who could understand the real challenges and pressure both of them were facing. But I also knew that they needed to get this frustration and rage out of their system. I might have tilting towards mom in this case but I felt that I did owe a little leeway to my dad as he was facing problems in the external world that neither my mom nor I could comprehend.

But eventually, it all cooled down. My parents did not talk to each other despite my several futile attempts over the next couple of days. I sensed thawing of the ice between them, after a couple of days. My dad made the first show of goodwill and apologized to my mother. Mom, being the good hearted person that she was reciprocated with a sincere apology on her own. A truce was signed. But not peace.

They behaved a little weird and distant for the next week or so until one Friday evening my dad walked up to me and said "Sahil, we need to talk". Now, I know that is never a good thing! I started speculating in my mind what the hell was wrong? Were they separating? Were they filing for divorce? Or something even worse?

The three of us sat down in the living room. Dad picked up his Benson, lit it up and said "Son, I know the last 10 odd days have been really complicated for your mom and I and you have been caught in the crossfire. This situation between the both of us has been building up since a long time and we need to face it right now."

He continued. "So, your mom and I have decided after a few days of discussing this matter deeply that we need to seek professional help. We are going to see a marriage counsellor."

I was a little startled on hearing this. Indians (even educated ones) have this wrong notion that seeking any type of personal or couple counselling signifies the end times of a relationship. But I knew my parents better than that. They were going to do this the right way and try and work their way out of what was only a rough patch in their relationship. All in all, I was relieved on hearing this declaration. My fears were unfounded. I applauded their maturity. "I think it's a good idea dad. Mom and you have been going through a rough patch since some time. Some independent and professional help will do a lot to straighten things out between the two of you." I said.

CHAPTER 2

My parents started seeing one of the most renowned marriage counsellors in Ahmedabad, Dr. Shah. Dr. Shah had made a niche in the marriage counselling arena and had assisted many high profile couples from breaking up and made their lives much better. I was hopeful he would make the same wonders for my parents.

And boy, things started to improve almost immediately. Hardly three weeks after my parents started seeing Dr. Shah I noticed a great change in them. Their behaviour and attitude towards each other changed drastically. It was as if my parents had morphed into a chic young couple who had just tied the knot a few months ago. They openly flirted with each other in my presence and sometimes even in front of our domestic help which made them rather uncomfortable. Sometimes it made even me somewhat uncomfortable. After all they were my parents!

After a couple of months, I noticed an even bigger change. My mom, who until recently dressed rather casually (not conservatively) started wearing more revealing clothes. For example, until recently she never wore sleeveless blouses (for saris) or sleeveless T-shirts. She always wore round neck T-shirts that did not expose her cleavage and her breasts in a revealing manner. But that changed. She started wearing shorts (a taboo for most women her age in our rather conservative minded city) and sleeveless blouses and sarees (no longer taboo but frowned upon by most). She continued to accelerate her flirtatious behaviour with dad in front of everyone.

I was quite uncomfortable with all this for some time. But as time passed, the discomfort started to fade and even curiosity creeped in. Curiosity kills the cat. But in this case as you'll soon know, it killed my virginity!

CHAPTER 3

After more than two months of this radical change in the behaviour of my parents to each other my curiosity of what was going on between them reached a fever pitch. I wanted to get to the bottom of this and know what the hell was going on. I had an inkling that this must have something to do with their counselling with Dr. Shah but I never asked them as I considered this to be a private matter between them. They too, never told me anything about Dr. Shah's sessions.

I had read in many relationship and sex columns in magazines and newspapers that sex is one of the most powerful tools to replenish the charm and excitement in a relationship. And given the way my folks were behaving, I suspected something "sexual" was afoot in changing their attitudes towards each other. But I didn't know exactly what it was!

One fateful Saturday night I decided to find out! My parents, even in their tougher times always made it a point to go out with friends Saturday night and have a good time. But since, the counselling started they hardly went out on Saturday evenings. They locked themselves inside their rooms after dinner. At first, I thought this was kind of strange but soon realized that they were probably screwing their brains out!

Our house was a two storeyed building with both our rooms on the second floor with a common balcony which could be entered into by two separate doors in both our rooms. That meant I could go to my parents' room from the balcony if they hadn't locked it.

Being the master planner that I was I made sure that their balcony door remained unlocked from the inside. I maintained a spare key for their balcony door just in case they re-locked it from inside before starting their "session".

As luck was on my side, my parents did not bother to check their balcony door from the inside before getting into each other's pants that night. Like clockwork, they locked each themselves into their bedroom at 9 pm. I could see from my side of the balcony that their lights went out at around 9:20. The games had begun!

I made my move around 9:45 when I slowly tiptoed towards my parents' bedroom from the balcony. I slowly opened the door making sure there was no noise. The curtains were closed so no light from the outside could penetrate into the room. My parents' bedroom was divided into two parts, one was their personal living room and the other was their bedroom. The balcony opened into their living room. So there was no imminent danger of them seeing me.

Making sure I did not crash with anything I managed to reach their bedroom end which was separated from the living room only by a large curtain. As I reached the curtain I could hear some pretty heavy thuds and panting. Yes! My parents were fucking. This strangely turned me on as I hadn't thought of my parents as sexual people until then.

I got a boner!

I slowly took a sneak peak out of the side of the curtain wanting to get a glimpse of my parents. And hell, it was a treat. My dad was on top of my mom in the missionary position and humping her like crazy. Mom had her legs crossed around dad's ass and was slowly moaning. I didn't know my dad could hump like that as he wasn't the type would exercise a lot. But he was humping my mom like a teenager. The moonlight from the corner of a window on the opposite side of the room made it easy for me to see them as it was pitch dark otherwise.

I could see mom's the expressions on mom's face which ranged from immense pleasure to pure animalistic lust. She was biting her lips and moaning. Her manicured nails were buried in my father's back who was now groaning louder and louder like some wild animal experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time.

My cock was as hard as it could ever be. I fought the urge to masturbate myself by concentrating on the scene in front of me. But it was too much for me to fight the urge to jerk my thing. I knew it was dangerous to jerk myself off as even the slightest mistake would get me caught. Imagining what would happen next was enough to make me successfully prevent jerking off.

Instead, I had a better idea. I wanted to do this since so long to someone. I did not know it would be my parents. I always had a thing for voyeurism and exhibitionism. So I took out my camera (ironically gifted by my parents on my 19th birthday), put it on video mode with night vision and started filming my parents having passionate intercourse with each other. Yes, even I thought I was a sick bastard.

Ironically that turned me on even more!!

Dad kept on humping my mother meanwhile. After a while they stopped. Dad got up from top of her and mom got up as well. Dad rested on his back and mom got on top of him. It was time for mom to become a cowgirl and ride my dad's cock.

Now I got a good glimpse of mom's body. She had almost perfect 34 boobs, a slightly large but attractive ass and the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down riding my father's tool was beyond words. I nearly came right then and there. I was capturing all of this on the camera.

I kept on checking the camera to see if the night vision was functioning properly. The greenish hue of the picture of my parents fucking reminded me of the Paris Hilton sex tape. Only this was much much better!

After around ten or twelve minutes of my mom's riding, dad yelled "Ami I'm gonna cum". My mom immediately got off him and without any delay took my dad's manhood into her mouth. I got a look at my dad's cock for just a fraction of a second. It wasn't that big but it had decent enough girth. My mom took it all in and started giving him head. She kept on licking the tip of his cock until my dad swirled violently before giving out a big groan and shooting all his load in mom's mouth. She greedily milked his cock until every drop was out. She swallowed it all.

They kept on panting given the marathon session that they had just gone through. My dad got up and buried his head in my mom's privates. I couldn't make out whether she was shaved or not in the darkness but I could sure as hell hear her loud moans. It only took dad a few minutes before my mom came. Dad moaned a little and then buried his head even deeper to soak in mom's juices. He made slurping sounds and licked off mom's juices. He was behaving like a greedy animal consumed with lust for its fellow mate.

I was in seventh heaven seeing all this. I felt revolted with myself for peeping in on my parents while they made love but at the same time it was a turn on unlike any other.

Both of them lay still for a few minutes panting heavily. Mom was almost completely out of breath and was finding it difficult to take in the air. She eventually settled down and her breathing became somewhat normal. Dad crawled up and went to his side of the bed and was fast asleep in seconds. Mom was out cold in a few minutes as well.

I still could not believe it. I had filmed my parents having sex like wild teenagers. This beats all the porn I've ever had. I was excited beyond any stretch of imagination.

Little did I know what I was in store for in the near future!

I woke up around 11 AM next morning. It was no problem as it was a Sunday. I generally tend to be lazy on Sundays with a late wakeup and basically lazing around all day doing nothing except watching TV and hanging out with friends. Ahmedabad is a dry city so any indulgence with alcohol is a no-no.

But, this Sunday morning was like none other. As soon as I woke up I couldn't comprehend the truth. Everything seemed a bit fuzzy. I felt like I was dreaming about last night's happenings. I lied in bed thinking about what was transpiring. It was a little difficult to grasp the truth at first but then it hit me. Everything was real. The reason I had a little trouble separating truth from fiction was because I had been dreaming about it last night after actually witnessing it!

I got up and got ready before heading downstairs for breakfast.

I found mom in the kitchen making something special for dad. This had always been a ritual between mom and dad since they started Dr. Shah's therapy. She made it a point to make something nice for dad on Sundays even though she had domestic help to do it for her. Apparently, Dr. Shah had said that it was nice to do such little sweet things for each other. It made even more sense to see mom doing it after seeing dad go down on her last night the way he did.

Dad was busy reading The Times of India. He was ready to go to the new golf course outside of town. It was the first of its kind in the city and dad had enrolled as member for a hefty price. And somehow, he was pretty good at playing golf despite his busy schedule. Earlier, he use to work full time on Sundays but had almost completely stopped that practice since the therapy and counselling started.

I just shot my "Good Morning" to the both of them. They reciprocated the greeting. I was relieved somewhat. I hadn't entertained the thought while coming down the stairs that my parents might have saw me the previous night. But their normal reaction towards me negated that theory. Phew..!

Mom served dad with his favourite dishes. Dad happily gobbled everything up before running out. He was getting late for golf. He told us that he'll get back by late afternoon.

That left me all alone with mom in the house

CHAPTER 3

Once dad left, my sinister mind started working on a wicked plan. Mom was all alone in the house for the next five or six hours with me. The domestic staffs were fortunately on leave till evening as they were planning to attend a festival in the old city. I had the opportunity of a lifetime.

I asked mom about her plans for the day. She said she didn't have an idea about what she actually wanted to do that day. She said she felt like watching a movie in the afternoon after lunch.

Bingo. I had my plan. I asked mom if she would like to see a movie with me. She agreed.

CHAPTER 4

Lunch time on Sundays was 12 noon. And mom and I sat down to eat. The cook had prepared our meals early in the morning before leaving to attend the festival. So, mom and I only had to heat the food before eating.

Once we were settled on the table with our lunch, I asked mom how she and dad were doing since they started counselling with Dr. Shah. Mom said she and dad had never been happier and that Dr. Shah was a miracle worker. He had put their lives back on track and they felt rejuvenated as a couple.

I expressed my happiness on hearing that and asked mom what Dr. Shah had done to make their lives so amazing. I knew the answer to that question but I wanted to hear what mom would say (and more importantly, would not say!). Mom said that Dr. Shah had told them to talk and listen to each other a lot more and spend more time with each other rather being busy with work or other things. Mom said that they were following the doctor's advice and were finding the going to be pretty good.

Mom asked me what I had been noticing about dad and her since the counselling started.

I told mom that I found their attitudes towards each other as well as everyone else a lot more positive and that they seemed a lot happier than they were before Dr. Shah.

"What else?" asked mom.

I said mom had started to dress much better since the last few weeks.

Mom smiled. She told me that she knew what I meant. She told me that I was old and mature enough to understand why she dressed much better. She said it was all part of the therapy and a natural thing. Of course, I knew what she meant by that. And I understood.

CHAPTER 5

After lunch, mom and I sat in the living room and talked a lot more about the current happenings in our own lives with her discussing dad and the society gossip and I discussing my studies and sports.

These talks went around for some time until mom asked me about girls.

Yikes!

I told mom that I didn't have a girl friend even though I had many female friends. She asked me if I was thinking about going out with someone or had a liking towards "someone special".

I didn't have any such "special" person in mind and I told her that.

Mom told me that it was high time I found some girl friend as these were the real days of my life that I could enjoy without any tensions and responsibilities and that it only went downhill once one started earning and had more family responsibilities.

This was somewhat startling as mom had never discussed anything like this about girls with me before. Plus, her suggestion and line of thinking was way different than what I had expected. Indian parents have this nagging habit of preventing their children from the "evil of dating" even in these modern times. What my mom said signified the exact opposite of that attitude.

I told mom that I understood and appreciated what she was saying but I said that I was focused on my career and had no time for such things.

"Make time" said mom.

She told me that it was necessary for me to be mature emotionally, mentally as well as physically before I decided to get married somewhere down the line. If I was not mature in all the three aspects, it would be difficult to live happily.

I was startled. What did mom mean by being "physically mature"? Did mom just tell me that I needed to have sex before I got married so that I did not be unhappy after marriage? That is sacrilege to Indian tradition of remaining a virgin before marriage. Although most people don't remain virgins before marriage it was unthinkable for a parent to suggest this kind of a thing to their children. Especially for mothers to prescribe something like this to their son is preposterous.

I asked mom what she meant.

Mom smiled.

She said that I very well knew what she meant. She told me that the times have changed. And that I need to move along with time. Men need to be physically ready to "perform" before marriage. If they aren't then it leads to all sorts of problems after marriage.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Then came the big shocker.

Mom asked me if I had ever been physical with a woman earlier in my life.

My cheeks turned red with embarrassment. But, I managed to mutter a meek "No".

Mom told me that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. Nor should I be ashamed of talking to her about it. After all, it was a natural thing and an important part of life. If someone didn't guide me then it would lead to problems later on.

I told mom that I wasn't attracted to anyone in particular but I did watch porn on the Internet sometimes.

Mom told me that it was natural for me to be curious at this age. But I shouldn't over do watching porn as that could lead to unrealistic expectations in the future, which is not a good thing.

Suddenly it struck me. Now was the time to make a move. Subtly.

I told mom that I had seen a couple once in the act.

"Really?" asked mom.

She wanted to know who the couple was.

I told mom that it would be better if she waited for a minute till I get something from my room.

I ran up to my room and got the DVD of my parents having sex.

I went to the living room and put the DVD in the player and turned on my 54 inch LCD TV.

Mom was puzzled a bit as to what was going on.

I told her to relax and take a look at the tape. I told her it was a sex tape.

Mom still had no clue as to what was happening.

But, in a few more seconds it was very clear to her as to what was going on.

Her jaw dropped with shock on seeing what her son had captured on his camera.

She could not speak for two or three minutes. But then the look on her face normalized and she once again comfortably assumed the posture on the sofa.

I was wondering as to what her reaction might be.

Then, she turned to me and told me to stop the tape. I thought she was going to go berserk and probably kill me. Instead, she told me that this was a natural act and nothing to be ashamed about. She further said that my shooting of this video further proves that I was very curious about sex and that I needed to fulfil those curiosities by sexual experimentation. If that did not happen soon than it would lead to severe problems very soon.

Now, I was puzzled. I didn't know where she was going.

Mom said that it was obvious to her now that she was the object of my sexual desires and that I needed I had a crush on her.

Come to think of it, she was right.

So, she said that she would teach me about sex.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mom was about to teach me about sex!

Mom said that as dad was not going to come back till evening we had a few hours during which she could teach me.

"Let's go to my bedroom", she said.

CHAPTER 6

We went up to mom's bedroom. I had a full erection by then. All ready to fire.

Mom took me to her bed and sat down on it. She told me to remain standing and ordered to take my clothes off and get completely naked. I happily complied. I had lost all notion of shame as the excitement was surging through my body.

I stood there completely naked with my modest 6 inch manhood staring mom in her face.

Mom looked happy and without saying a word she started stroking my cock. I softly moaned as her beautiful fingers stroked my cock. It was a feeling unlike any other. She continued stroking with the pace of her strokes increasing gradually. I felt awesome.

Then, mom stopped stroking and put her lips around the tip of my penis and gave it a kiss. My penis throbbed in joy. Then her lips slowly started swallowing my cock deeper and deeper inside her mouth until I couldn't see any part of my cock. She had deep throated me!

She continued sucking my cock and moving the tip of her tongue around the head. She kept on moving her hands gently around my thighs and but as she sucked on. It just felt so good that I can't accurately describe it. It's a feeling that probably can't be done justice by words.

I told mom that I was about to cum. And before I realized what happened next I just lost control and my cock shot my load right on to the back of the throat. I felt my body relieved.

Mom kept on sucking and to my surprise, swallowed my load. I felt turned on by this.

Mom hadn't looked into my eyes during this entire ordeal but after she swallowed my load she looked up into my eyes with a wicked look that said "I liked it".

CHAPTER 7

Mom said that that was the first lesson. My next lesson would be intercourse itself.

My member rose up hearing those words coming from my mother.

Mom hadn't undressed yet.

She slowly undressed herself and was completely naked except her panties. Her breasts were spotless and magnificent. They were almost perfectly perky and given her age that in itself was an accomplishment.

She invited me to come towards her and remove her panties.

I knelt down towards her crotch and slowly removed her panties for her. The slightly pungent smell emanating from her pussy sent shivers down my spine. I could now see that her pussy was completely shaved. I couldn't see that the earlier night while I was filming mom and dad having sex due to the darkness.

Mom slowly sat down on the bed and then lay on her back. She told me to get on top of her missionary style. I complied.

Then she took my again throbbing penis and guided it to her pussy.

My cock slowly entered her now self lubricated pussy. The feeling was amazing. I had lost my virginity to my mother. My dick had entered the cavern it emerged from 20 years ago. What a feeling it was!

I slowly stroked in and out as per my mother's instructions and fought the urge to move in with faster strokes. This helped me as I could last longer.

I knelt down and French kissed my mother as I continued stroking her.

This lasted for a few minutes until I felt strong contractions enveloping my cock. My mom's walls were contracting tightly around it. Mom had started shaking feverishly. I realized she was cumming.

My cock could not hold out to this onslaught and gave in by unloading a cumsplash into my mother's pussy.

CHAPTER 7

Mom and I lied next to each other in her bed that she shared with dad. It was just so nice. I still could not believe what had transpired. I had lost my virginity to my mother. My mother had given me a blowjob and then I had fucked her till we both came together. Magical to say the least.

Suddenly, the door bell rang. We realized that dad had come back and scrambled to get clothed quickly.

Luckily, dad never suspected anything.

Thanks Mom,