Context: I (26m) have been fucking my 63 year old widowed relative for the past 3 years. She raised me as a mother (my biological parents were working abroad) and aunty Amma has been every bit of a mother to me than my biological mother. We share a strong mother son bond. We started fucking 3 years back after uncle passed away. Aunty Amma has a single child, a daughter she’s settled abroad. As a son to her and uncle, I opted to stay with aunty Amma and support her. And it was during this 4 month long stay that we realised that we were all each other had and started building up romantic and sexual tension between us. We been together for 3 years now. We are still a mother and son. We don’t see ourselves as lovers but as a mother and son who r very much in love. Everybody around us sees us as a mother and son. Nobody suspects a thing, no matter how long I stay with her. They see me as a caring son who comes and stays with his widowed mother as often as he can. It’s the best fuck I have had till date. And we are so addicted to each other that we spent most of our time together naked in bed fucking or cuddling together all sticky and sweaty after we fuck. It started out purely as just lust and sex. But over the past 3 years it’s evolved to so much more. Initially we just wanted sex, but slowly we fell in love and last June I tied a thali Maala around her neck at our chapel, discreetly in a symbolic wedding.

I came back home yesterday morning for Christmas break (I work in Bombay). And I went straight to aunty Amma. We haven’t been together for more than a month. She had cooked a lot of food for me. But without tasting any of it as soon as I got home I picked her up and kissed her. Carried her to her room and we stripped each other off and got right on with it. Spend the entire day from morning to night in bed fucking each other. We did have lunch in between at around 4 in the evening, we both sat naked at the dinning table as she rolled up food into balls and fed me, as she always has since I was 4 years old. Went straight back to bed after we fed each other. I cummed 4 full rounds inside her yesterday. And we finally got up and got dressed for church. We usually go for the midnight Christmas mass and this time was no different. Bar the fact that we opted to not take a bath or clean ourselves before going to church. So she draped her saree around her body with my cum, our sweat and saliva all over her body. And we walked to our church still horny and still thirsty for each other.

At the church we stood together. And after the speech from the priest I touched her hand discreetly and walked out of the church. And she understood that I wanted her to follow and she followed me out. I led my way to the cemetery with my aunty Amma following me. And as soon as we were at uncles grave. I pulled her close and kissed her. We were so very horny that in no time we were both standing over his grave butt naked kissing each other. I laid her down on uncle’s grave and climbed on top of her and we started fucking over her dead husband’s grave. It was the best fuck we have had for a long time. More passionate and more intense than most things we have done so far. And while I was pushing my cock into her cunt. I was talking to uncle saying that aunty Amma belonged to me now. I asked him to watch how well we were making love to each other and that nobody would take care if her better than I do. I was telling him how I was mad for her and so on. Basically, I wanted him to witness how we were together. How his son was taking care of his wife bettter than he ever did. Even aunty Amma joined in saying that she too was madly in love with me. That I. Have taken care of her better than uncle ever did and because of me she has so far not felt lonely. We fucked for about 2 hours over his cemetery. By the time we were done, it was already 3 in the morning and the midnight mass had long been over. It was one of the best fuck we have had so far and one which we will not ever forget. We dressed ourselves up as best we could and walked back home holding our hands together like a couple.