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                            Modern Bengali Mother And Her Son

It was hot summer day at Calcutta,India. 

Raja was tired of hot bengal summer. He could hardly stay inside. So he came out to the long cool bheranda of his family banglo. There was a big mango tree casting cool shade on the bheranda. Raja soothed himself with the gentle breeze. Suddenly, his eyes were caught at the window of his mother Purnima. The window of her bedroom was only 20 ft away from the bheranda of Raja's room. 

[b]Purnima is a doctor herself.  Purnima was coming from her long duty from the hospital. She was exhausted, but she never let herself look tired even in the extreme circumstances. [/b]She is a fashionable bengali lady at her early forties. She is very fair, has long curly black hair and big deerlike eyes. Purnima makes herself more beautiful by make-uping in a rather casual fashion-not too obvious, but very attractive.

Raja always liked his mom Purnima debi. He even masterbated often imagining his dear mom. Being only 17, he has never experienced any sexual relationship with anybody. Normal girls of his age does not appeal to him that much. He likes Purnima very much. He dream about marrying some lady like Purnima someday. 

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Anyway back to story, Raja went back to his room and brought out his powerful binocular which he got at his last birthday from his father. He hid himself behind the dbang of his window and focused hard inside Purnima's bedroom and waited to see his mom undress.

Purnima was not in the room then. Raja could hear Purnima in the kitchen giving instruction to the maid. 

After a couple of minutes, Purnima came to the bedroom still in her apron and light white Jamdani saree. She had her hair tucked into a big khopa and wearing her thin rimless eye glasses. Raja could not hold her breadth as his mother removed her apron. She then swithed the fan to its full speed and stand under it. Raja focused to her face now. Purnima looked so beatuiful with some beads of sweat on her cheek that if, right now, sexy bolywood heroin Madhuri comes to him and asked him to fuck her, he would swap the sexy actress for just one kiss to the beads of sweat at Purnima's cheek. 

Purnima was still wearing very deep red lipstick on her pauty lips. She was biting her glistening full lips as she started untucking her big khopa. She let her long black hair loose which fell below her waist. Raja now focused on her partially bare belly. As a fashionable lady as Purnima was, she had her petti- coat atleast 3 inch below her naval. Raja was very excited watchting her fair smooth skin at her belly. It was not very flat, but a little bumpy. There was even a layer of fat which gathered all the sweat from her upper body. It is normal for a Bengali lady to have a layer of fat or two at her belly. It is very sexy too. 

Raja again imagined himself licking those sweats out of Purnima's belly. Suddenly, Purnima let her saree to fall on the floor.  Raja was so excited that blood from all over his body rushed to his cock and it grew very big. With this erection, he lost the focus of his binocular. 

When he got it back, Purnima has finished removing her saree from her boby. Right now, she was wearing only the blouse and the petticoat. Raja waste no time and looked hard to Purnima's big brests. They were big and the blouse and bra were struggleing hard to keep them tame. Since Purnima was sweating, Raja could easily see her bra through her blouze. Purnima at this point turned around and put off her petticoat with out any notice. With in a flash her round ass was in full view. Her ass was even more fair than rest of her body, but areas near her ass cheek was brownish black. She did not have any hair on or aroung her ass cheek. 

Raja was little surprised as most of the bengali women hardly shave anywhere. They think that hairs on ass, around pussy and even armpits are sexy which really is. But Raja not seeing any hair on his mom's ass was not disappointed. Rather Purnima's clean ass mounds made his erection bigger and harder. Raja untie his pajama lace and let it fall on the floor. He started stroking his 8 inch cock gently which was hard like steel. 

Then, some hair clip from Purnima's hair fell on the floor and she bent down to pick it up giving a broad display of her ass hole to Raja's eager eyes. Her ass holes was a blackish brown spot in the middle of very fair skin. The ass cheeks were reddish and everyting was clean shaved. Raja was stroking his cock faster now. Purnima then did some thing very strange for a sophisticated lady like herself.

She brought on of her finger with long nails near her ass hole and started scratching her ass cheek. She then inserted the finger inside her ass hole only a little bit and poked her ass for some long 30 seconds. She then brought her finger out and smelled it holding it before her nose. Raja could not hold his cum anymore and shoot a big load to the floor. But his cock was as hard as it was before. He then concentrate on the eyepiecec again. Purnima has turned aroung by then. 

Raja could not clearly see her cunt as she was standing. But he could tell that her cunt was also completely shaven. Purnima then raised both of her hands over her head for some reason. It looked like she was streching or something. But to Raja the reason was the least important. He was watching the big bloch of wetness from sweat at her armpits. Her offwhite blouse had become transparent from all the sweat and showing clearly that she had a big bush of black hair on both of her armpit. Raja had never seen something so sexy in his life. He wiped his toung over his lips imagining how delicious and sexy it would be to lick the sweat out of his mom's armpit hair. 

Purnima was unaware of all these, started unbuttoning her blouse. Her tits looked bigger under her bra now. Purnima finally put off her bra too. Now she was full naked. 

Raja had never seen any tits so beautiful in his life, not even in porno movies. They were fair, full, little sagged with pink nipples and very large. They seemed to be lager than what appears from outside. He imagine himself touching his mom's tits with both hands and licking her nipples. Raja could not think any more, but shoot second session of cum to the floor. 

Purnima then wiped all the sweat from her body with a towel. She raised her armpit again and wiped the sweat from there too. She then brought her nose close to one of the armpit and smell it. She looked satisfied with the smell. She then went away from the window and probably went to the bathroom for shower. 

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Raja was by now completely mad with desire and sex, he started to masterbate vigoruosly. Coming twice just minutes ago didnot even have any effect on his erection. He was dreaming about fucking his sweet mom Purnima and stroking with closed eyes. 

"Raja, what are you doing, young man?"

It was Purnima. Raja never heard her coming. He must be masterbating for quite long time. Purnima came to Raja's room to find his rajor to shave her cunt and foung her son masterbating himself. Purnima is no old fashioned prudish lady. She understands the feeling teenage boys have about sex. So she was rather shocked than mad at Raja. 

Raja, on the other hand, never dreamed about been in a situation like this. He could not even look at his mom. If he did he could see that his mom is only wearing the saree with out any blouse or petticoat. Raja could not think of anyhing to say. 

Purnima sensing her son's embarrassemnt said, "Don't feel guilty son for what you are doing. Only that it is not the best way to meet your sexual urge. Have you ever thought about seeing any girl?" 

Raja was relieved to hear what his mom was saying. He gathered some courage and said, "Mom, I don't like girls of my age. I like lady like you and want to marry some lady as beautiful as you." 

'Oh, that's interesting. You are not going to marry soon and where would you find a lady like your mom? So what can be done mean while." Purnima smiled and said, "Unless you want to do things you like to do with your wife when you are married with your mommy." Raja could not believe his ears.

He only said, " Mom, you let me love you like my wife." 

"I don't know your wife, but I surely would let you love your mommy as hard as you can. Now don't talk and come to me. Let me see your big cock. It is not good to waste cum by masterbating. " 

Raja was entranced. He walked to his mom. His cock had become only 2 inch from the shock. Purnima hold Raja's cock in her soft hand and instatly it began to grow. It assumed its full length and widht within a minute. Purnima was very happy to see her hands causing magic to her son's cock. With out giving Raja any chance to react, Purnima took his 8 inch cock in her mouth and started sucking it very hard. Raja was not ready for this. He reached heaven with the experienced sucking of his own mom. He only managed to say, "Mommy, I might come in your mouth." He could not wait a moment after that but came with strong waves inside his mom's mouth.

Purnima swallowed every bit of fresh cum from her son's cock. She then smiled at his son and said, "your cum tastes so good, my boy" Purnima then put off her saree and became full naked. She gave one of her tits to Raja to lick. Raja licked like a baby to her mom's boob. He then sucked the other tit too. 

Raja was hard again. He gathered himself somewhat from the early shock and said, "Mom, you are not going to shave your armpit hair? are You? because, they are so sexy. They made me desire you even more." 

"So, you were looking at my bedroom all this time I was undressing. You naughty boy. I'll never shave hairs on my armpits. Only my pussy and ass will be clean shaved. Now fuck your mom good. I am so horny giving you head." 

Purnima then lie on Raja's bed and he inserted his cock in his mom's cunt. she asked Raja not to rush things, take deep breath and relax. Raja was fucking his mom very good especially for his first ever fuck. Purnima raised her armpit and let Raja lick her hairs there. They smelled so kinky that Raja started fucking faster.

Purnima again calmed down her son and said, "Don't be too eager son. Then you'll come too early. I don't want you to come prematurely. Ralax and give me the best fuck of my life."


Raja listened and fucked his mom for long long time. By the time he was about to come inside his mom's cunt, Purnima had come atleast four times. When Raja came like floods in her, Purnima closed her eyes in content and came herself one more time.

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To good to be true... but it is...

USAIHA 

[usaiha2]

Dear Friends... i don't like small stories, but they really got a kick in readers mind if written so well... i read & collect some of  such stories from internet... it is unfair with you people if not share here... 

I told you i will post a long long story... it is my promise & i will keep it... but before that as we started series of incest story from Bangal lets have 01 another short mom son incest, which i read 10-2 year's ago... & as i say it will surely give you a kick ... ;)  

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                                                                    Pradip and his Mother Archana 

 
It was a hot day in Paschim Bangla [1]. Pradip Saha was sitting outside his own house, just near the low open window of his parents' bedroom. A big mango tree stood there, and he could hide amongst the big leaves without being detected. He was eagerly waiting for something. Finally, he saw his mother Archana Saha enter the room. Archana had just finished cooking the mid-day meal. 
 
She was a fashionable BengalI lady of the general Arya Boishya [2] caste, the predominant caste of Bengal, Hence she was naturally fair, possessing a clear light-orange skin complexion with long straight black hair and big eyes. In addition, she always used heavy make-up, wearing thick lipstick and heavy bangles, considerably enhancing her natural beauty. Her hair was tied in a big khopa [3] on her head, and she wore a bright red sari. 
 
Pradip focussed his eyes on the room, knowing that his mother would soon undress for her bath. He was sexually attracted to his mother Archana. He had seen her naked quite a few times from this very position and regularly masturbated fantasising about her. As a young teenage boy, he had only had sex once, with a fair Assamese prostitute of the town. His father was a merchant, of the same BengalI caste as his mother, and was away most of the time, selling clothes across the far-flung towns of Paschim Bengal.  This enabled Pradip to spy on his mother unhindered. 
 
Archana walked to the center of the room. There, she doffed her outer head-covering, exposing her belly. Being a typical BengalI lady, she wore her sarI much below her navel. Pradip looked closely at her fair belly.  There was a layer of fat which gathered all the sweat from her upper body, glistening in the heat. BengalI ladies took much care to obtain such a fat layer as this was prized by BengalI men. So they ate abundant rosh-gola sweets and misthi-dohI [4] in order to get these wonderful fat layers on their bellies. 
 
Pradip smacked his lips, imagining himself licking the sweat beads off her belly. Facing the mirror, she then bit her fat lips and bent her hands behind her back to untie her blouse. When she finished, her big breasts popped loose. Since she was sweating profusely, her breasts glistened in the diffuse sun-light entering the room.  His erection at full length, Pradip loosened his trouser-string and started to pump his penis. 
 
Abruptly Archana unwrapped the red sarI from her body, throwing it onto the bed in the center. Now fully naked, she turned away from him, and her fat round buttocks came into his full view. Her wonderful ass was fairer than the rest of her orange-coloured body. Pradip pumped his penis faster as he saw her wonderful buttocks, her unshaven backside. 
 
No BengalI woman ever shaved her ass or vulva, as their men-folk preferred women with hair on their buttocks, around the vagina and even in the armpits. Hairiness in women was considered highly erotic. Archana then bent down to place her bangles onto the bed. As she did so, her buttock-cheeks opened, giving Pradip a deeper view of her pod. The fleshy lips of her hairy gud [5] also came into view.  Pradip's eyes nearly popped out as he looked deep into her pod, observing its every detail. Her anus was brownish-black, and there was abundant hair around it. 
 
Archana then stood upright again. She raised one of her arms, exposing her hairy armpit. Pradip saw the big bush of black hair under her armpit. Pradip had never seen anything so arousing in his life. He stroked his hard penis imagining how tasty it would be to lick the sweat out from his mother's armpit hair. Then, with her other hand Archana stroked the hairs inside her armpit. She brought this hand close to her nose close and smelled it. Then she sat back on the bed, facing the window and directly in front of Pradip, who could clearly see her heavy orange breasts. 
 
On the bed, she spread her knees outwards, exposing her hairy vagina to Pradip's view once again. He stepped back slightly to avoid detection. Yet, he observed her hairy lips open slightly, and peered deep into her orifice, wishing he could stick his penis into her gud. Whenever he masturbated, he was painfully aware of the small size of his penis. He realised his was slighly below average when he compared it with some of his friends. Because of this, he was scared of making love with BengalI girls of his own age. But now, Pradip was in heaven, staring at his mother's hairy vagina as she sat on the bed in front of him.  For a moment, Archana stroked her thighs. Then she pulled one foot to her face and buried her nose into the sole, smelling it.  Pradip gasped, 
 
"Shala !" And stroked his penis harder when he saw this, imagining how it would be to smell her feet. He had never seen his mother do such things to herself. Apparently happy with its smell, she repeated the same with her other foot. Then, with her right hand she picked up a sharp cutting instrument and started to cut her toe-nails. Pradip wiped his tongue over his lips, telling himself that he would not just smell her feet, he would lick and suck her toes and the soles of her lovely feet as well. His penis was now at full erection, and almost bursting.  After a long time, Archana stood up from the bed, looking at her pretty feet with a content look. 
 
Yet, the surprise was not over. Archana then did something very taboo for a sophisticated upper-caste BengalI lady like herself. 
 
Archana turned towards the bed, once again showing her big ass, her wonderful pod, to her own son. She slowly brought her left index finger with a long red nail near her wondrously fat buttocks. With this long finger she gently scratched her anus. Slowly, she inserted the finger into her butt-hole until it was half-way inside. Then, pausing for a while, she started to poke it in and out. Her index finger moved in a circular fashion inside her gand. She continued this activity for a short while, moaning softly. After this depraved act he brought her finger out and smelled it holding it near her nose. Pradip gasped out aloud at this, violently pulling on his erect pulinga.  
 
"Shala, she stuck her finger into her payu !" He whispered to himself as he erupted in a hard orgasm. He had never seen anything to exciting in his life. 
 
"I would stick my finger into her gand, and then smell it and lick it," Pradip told himself as the last drops of sperm dripped out of his convulsing pulinga onto the earth below. 
 
Apparently satisfied with the perfume of her anus, Archana stood up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Pradip stepped back and leaned against the tree, exhausted by his violent orgasm. As he slowly returned to normal, he got a brilliant idea. His face lit up as he realised that he had just thought of a way of tricking his mother into having sex with him. First, he would try to seduce her, showing her his penis and talling her that he needed her badly and that papa was away. If she agreed, then his greatest wish was fulfilled, but if she rejected him, he would try to play sad and hurt. He would tell her that he would never marry any girl, and that his mother did not like him because of his small penis. Yes - the small size of his penis could be put to his advantage. He knew his mother would have compassion upon him, and would yield. 
 
Realising that he must act fast, he climbed through the window and went onto his mother's bed. Stripping off all his clothes, he seated himself there, stroking his erection. He dreamed of what he was going to do.  He would have to chood his mother, come what may. He must do all the things she did  he must smell and suck her wonderful feet, he must lick her hairy armpits, he must stick his finger into her butt-hole and smell and lick it. And if his mother liked putting her little finger into her anus, she would definitely feel better if he put his dhon into it. Pradip smiled, thanking heaven that his mother did these strange things.  Good that she is not a prude. Pradip stroked his penis to a renewed erection. 
 
When his mother came out of the bathroom, she was completely naked, save for a towel wrapped on her head. She was surprised to see her son fully naked, pumping his erection. 
 
"Pradip, what are you doing ?" She gasped in horror as she realised the gravity of the situation. 
 
"Ma, I my bara became all hard because I saw you naked," Pradip replied. 
 
"See how hard it is ? I want to stick my dhon into your gud, Ma." 
 
"So you have been watching me all this time-wime, you naughty boy ?" Archana asked. 
 
"Yes, ma, and my dhon is so hard because of that," Pradip grinned.  
 
"I want to stick it into your gud." 
 
"You cannot do that, Pradip. I am your mother, your ma." 
 
"No, ma. I have to chood you," Pradip replied. 
 
"No, Pradip, it is wrong." 
 
"Ma, you are saying that because you think I have a small dhon." 
 
"No, Pradip, I am saying it because you are my son, and I cannot do such a thing with you," Archana replied. 
 
"That is not the reason, ma. You don't want to chood me because I have a small dhon," Pradip complained. 
 
"No, Pradip. I did not say that." 
 
"Yes, ma, that is the reason. Nobody wants to chood me because of my small linga," Pradip said with a slight gesture of sorrow on his face.  
 
"I will never marry a girl, because I have such a small one, she will make fun of me." 
 
"That is not true, Pradip. We will find a nice BengalI girl to marry you. A girl never makes fun of her husband's dhon, no matter what size it is, Pradip. BengalI girls worship their husbands as devatas." 
 
"Ma, I don't want any other girl. They are so immature and silly. I want a fat lady like you. I want you, ma.," Pradip stated.  
 
"Papa has been away for so many days, and he will be away for so many more. It is not good that you should be without a dhon for so long,"  Pradip said. 
 
"If you think you are going to fool me into letting your dhon into my gud, then you are mistaken, young bajat chela [6] !" Archana shouted. 
 
"Ma, it is the duty of a mother to make her son as happy as possible. It is stated so in the holy books of our dharma. If you do not let me chood you, ma, you will be insulting me about the small size of my dhon,"  Pradip reasoned. He waited, but his mother just kept quiet. He had to go to the next step. 
 
"I swear that I will never marry if you do not let me chood you ma, and I will tell the whole world that it is because my mother insulted me."  Pradip announced loudly. 
 
"I am serious ma, I will not marry if you do not let me chood you. That is the only way I can gain the confidence to make love to my future wife." 
 
At this his mother became somewhat shocked and puzzled. He could tell she was seriously considering what to do because she bit her thick coral-red lips as she thought. She looked at his penis, and Pradip could tell that she was slightly aroused as she stared at it. After a long hesitation, she finally relented. 
 
"Well, fine Pradip. I will let you chood me, but you must take back your promise not to marry," Archana reasoned as Pradip smiled in triumph. 
 
"But, there is one condition I lay down," Archana said. 
 
"What is that, ma ?" 
 
"I do not want to get pregnant by you. You can only chood your dhon into my pod, not into my gud," Archana announced. 
 
Pradip could not believe his ears. "I agree, ma ! That is what I really wanted to do in any case !" 
 
"What ? You would have chood my pod of your own free will ?" Archana asked in astonishment. 
 
"Ha, ma. It was my deepest desire." Pradip replied, realising then that his father had probably never done it to her from behind. 
 
Archana smiled, and dropped the towel around her waist. Fully naked, she turned towards the bed, sitting down on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat, like a kutti, sticking her fat buttocks into the air. 
 
"Now, you horomjada ! Chood my pod ! Come on you bastard, fuck my butt-hole !" 
 
Pradip did not need to be asked again. He immediately rushed to his mother's buttocks and started to lick the fat cheeks. Archana groaned and moaned in pleasure. 
 
"Beta, chata your mother's gand. Gand lehan koro ! Lick my ass ! Chata it hard, you lehankarI [7] !" she exclaimed in passion. Egged on by his mother, Pradip fell to licking harder and harder, until he had completely sucked up all the sweat covering her large pitha, her ass. 
 
"Chata my pod ! Lick my ass-hole !" Archana ordered, and Pradip immediately buried his nose into her butt-crevice and inserted his tongue between her butt-cheeks. He licked around her anus, her hot pod, savouring the pungent taste and then, realising that it was the best thing he had ever tasted, he inserted his tongue fully into it, sapping up all her anal juices. Archana groaned. 
 
Pradip continued to lick his mother's pod until he had fully satisfied himself. Then he stood up besides the bed, and started to massage his member to maxiumum hardness. He used some of his own saliva to moisten the surface. His shaft glistening, he placed it at the entrance to her pod, and slowly rubbed it up and down along the crack. He then asked Archana, 
 
"Did papa never put his dhon into your pod, ma ?" 
 
"No, he never did it, and no man has ever done this to me. That horomjada said it was a dirty thing to do, and even a dirty thing to think of. He called me a maagee and said that such things were only done by _ men. But I wanted this more than anything in the world, because pod-chood gives me more satisfaction than even gud-chood. I was even willing to cuckold your father for this reason." 
 
"Why is that, ma ?" 
 
"All women want it in the pod some time or the other, Pradip. And some women even prefer it in the pod, especially motI gorI BengalI women. I needed it so badly, but your papa would never do it. So I had to use my finger instead," Archana replied. 
 
"That is why you stuck your finger into your pod before taking bath, ma ?"  Pradip asked. 
 
"Yes, Pradip. Now, you are driving me wild by rubbing your dhon against my pod. Stick it in right now ! Maro my pod ! Fuck my ass !" Archana shouted. 
 
As Pradip listened to his mother's secret desire, his penis had become rock-hard despite his previous ejaculation. Fully erect, he slowly shoved it into her tight and hot anus. 
 
"Pradip, my son, no man chood my pod before you. So please go slowly. Your dhon is not small, whatever you may think. Most men are of your size, Pradip, so you might hurt me if you go to quickly. Please go slowly,"  Archana cautioned him. 
 
Slowly he pushed his dhon into her pod, deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Archana gasped in amazement. 
 
"Shala ! You have chood your dhon fully into my pod ! This is the first time ! I love you, Pradip !" Then she sighed a few sighs of intense relief and shouted,
 
"Chela, chood your ma ! Fuck your mother ! UskI gaand mar ! Hump her ass !  Uskee motee goree gaand ko chood. Meree motee goree gaand ko chood ! Fuck my fat white ass, Pradip !" 
 
Encouraged thus by his mother, Pradip pumped his penis in and out of her anus, thrusting his dhon all the way into her and almost pulling it out at the end. He became more and more vigorous until his mother said, 
 
"Pradip, calm down. Don't be too eager, you will eject too early. Chood my pod slowly. Going slowly is more important than the size of a dhon. If you chood a woman slowly and for long, she will love you more than a man with a huge linga. Remember that when you choed your wife after you get married." 
 
Pradip then slowed down his rhythm. She was right, he thought. He had committed the mistake of ejaculating too early with the slit-eyed Assamese prostitute he had visited two years back. That had caused much frustration for him. He must not repeat that mistake now. He clenched his teeth as he pumped his penis in and out. 
 
Archana then told him, "Bend forward, onto my back and grab hold of my stan, touch my baksha." [8] Pradip leaned onto his mother's back and did as he was told. Caressing her breasts, she once again said, 
 
"Press my bat, press it with your two fingers," and Pradip pressed her teats with his fingers. Archana moaned loudly. She lifted her arm, smiling at Pradip. He buried his face into it, licking her hair as he continued to pump in and out of her butt-hole. 
 
When Pradip ejactulated into his mother's anus, she had already orgasmed three times. Exhausted, they rolled onto the bed. As Archana closed her eyes and fell asleep, she quietly moaned to the dozing Pradip, 
 
"Pradip, you are a great maha-choodu, fit to bed with a maharani." Then they both fell asleep, totally satisfied.

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This is the last translated story I have at this moment. I shall try to post some more bengali incest stories later. I liked the response 

I got this from Indian sons. Thanks.



Moms are the best. ----------------- Subject: AnotherIndian mom-son story Date: 08/06/1999 Author: Himadry

Everybody in the Ganguli family is very happy today; their eldest daughter, sexy Uttora has passed her M.A. in Economics. Not just passed, she became first class first among thousands. Tushar Ganguli threw a gala party to celebrate. All prominent citizens of Calcutta were invited there. Tushar Ganguli is a big film producer and his wife, beautiful and sexy Rupa Ganguli is a famous singer. So they invited lot of famous film actresses and singers. Among them was the ever sexy ever horny Bengali hearthobe Aparna Sen. She is 52 now, but still is the epitome of a Bengali khanki (whore). 

All Bengali male dream about touching those big tits and fucking her in the ass. All Bengali female dream about being as sexy as she is. Everybody in the party were very sexily dressed up. There were lot of partially open tits, bouncing asses clearly visible through semi-transparent sarees, unshaved armpits which Bengali ladies proudly display whenever they can. But out of evrybody, Uttora and her mother looked the sexiest to Utpal, the 15 year old son of Ganguli family. Uttora was wearing a green low necked shalowar kamiz without any dopatta, a long pendant earring which is now fashion, light lipstick on her juicy lips, a blueish shade in her contact lenses and a 4 inch high heel. When she walked her rather big tits were creating so much waves that gentemen were forced to ogle her with their eyes even when they were, say, with sexy Bolywood actress Monisha Koirala.

Uttora's 42 years old momther Rupa was in a more sexy dress. She is not very pretty as her daughter is. But she compensated this by being too sexy. Even at this age, her figure is shapely. She is not slim, but that's because Rupa thinks too slim is not sexy. She is a little plumber than slim like all those new model girls, but a layer of fat on her belly or a reletavily larger boobs than usual ladies with enormously huge ass to makes her far more sexier. Tonight, Rupa was wearing a red katan saree with black blouse. The blouse is full sleeved, all the way upto her wrist. But the chunk of cloth the blouse maker wasted on the long sleevs was saved by providing only very little amount of cover for her cleavage and back. All half of her buttery fair smooth boobs were visible through it. And at the back, she had only a thin line like a bra has, the rest of the back was exposed. The creamy fair skin at her back and shoulder was enough to make many partiers to go to the bathroom for an immediate jack off. In fact, at one point even the sexy mature hindy heroin Hema malini noticed how sexy Rupa was looking at the party. So Hema put a hand on Rupa'a bare shoulder and said, " ooff, Rupa you have such a fair and smooth skin, even I find a hard time holding myself back from putting my toung on them." Rupa was clearly flattered. She only replied, "And I have difficult time to grasp how sexy you look yourself tonight." They started laughing.

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Next day at school, Utpal was with his friend Shujan and Apu. They were only student of class ten, but were too matured about sex. All of them have fucked several girls from the school. But they do not like young girls as much as they do older ladies. They are very free among them. What ever they have in mind they speak free, even it contains their sisiters or mothers. Shujan had a big hard on, so Utpal asked, " Which lady has waken this monster of yours today Shujan? I bet it is Apu's khanki mom Aparna Sen. Oh God, she is such a whore." Apu just smiled at it. Shujan protested, " No, it is not Apu's mom tonight. It is your sister Uttora. Uff, such a sexy figure. My cock just sprung like a rabbit seeing her walking by this morning. I hope I could just ram my 8 inch cock into your sister's wet cunt." Utpal nodded by saying, " I know Uttora didi is a slut. She likes to see boys have hard on imagining her. But it is not her I am thinking today. My mom is far sexier than Uttora. If you have seen my mom last night, you'd hope to ram your big cock in her cunt as well."

Now Apu said, "Really Utpal, your mom will be a great fuck. Almost as good as my mother Aparna Sen. Your sister is sexy, but not even close to your mom. Ooff, My cock is talking now." Utpal just added, "To fuck my sister is not a big deal. She is always searching for cocks like a dog after the rainy season. I am thinking how to fuck my mother." 

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Listening Utpal talking like this about his mother, Shujan was bursting in desire. Suddenly the face of his own mom came to his mind. Shujan's momther Lopamudra Lahiri is still young, only 37. She is tall and slim, has long hairs and very beautiful face. Her tits are very sharp, like a big orange from the himalaya and the ass is like an upturned pitcher. He asked Apu, " Hey Apu, you have fucked your mom. Tell us how to seduce our mothers."

Apu replied, " I don't know about seducing friends. My mom does not needed to be siduced to be fucked. She is so horny all the time. Oneday, her lover was away and she was not having enough sex. So she came to me and ask, 'Apu, have you ever considered fucking your mom. I guess I am sexy enough to arouse desire in a teenage boy like you.' I replied, 'yes mom. I always dream about fucking you. You have been fucking evrybody at Calcutta. You only never watched your only son.' My mom said sorry to me and she tore away her saree and gave me her cute tits. From that day I fucked mommi whenever I can. So you guys have to figure out your own seduction plans."

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When Shujan returned home, he found his mom Lopa is cooking. Lopa was sweating for there was no fan at the kithen, her blouse was so wet that it just pasted on her body. She was stirring the Daal at the burner. Her tits were swaying like crazy. Although Shujan could not see his mom's tits over her Ghee color cotton saree and blouse, he guessed that Lopa was wearing no bra underneath, otherwise her tits would not sway like this. Seeing Shujan Lopa smiled, " You are back then. Wait a minute son, The food will be done soon. It is so hot today. Why don't you blow the hand fan for me a little bit son. I am sweating like a pig." Lopa then wiped the beads of sweat from her faces and raisded her hands to get some spice from the cabbard. Shujan's eyes got stuck to Lopa's armpit which was full of black hairs. With sweat in the armpit, Lopa's black hairs there looked so sexy that Shujan had his hard on. Then Lopa put the crusher on the counter and started crushing spice like most wife in Calcutta does. when she was pressing the crusher, her boobs were trying to just pop out of her blouse. Shujan was mad in lust watching this. Shujan hoped he could just grab his mom from behind and press her tits. Those tits must be soft like butter and big too. But Shujan only managed to go the bathroom and jack off imagining his mom.

When the food was ready after an hour or so, Shujan found that his mom took a shower and put on a new cotton saree. Her hairs are tied in a pony tail with a red scurfe. And she has put on some red sindur at the hair part. Lopa was giving rice to her son's plate, her anchol (pallu) fell from her tits. She immediately took it back to its proper place. But Shujan again found that Lopa still is wearing no bra. Shujan could even make out his mom's pink nipples under the blouse. Lopa was looking so beautiful in her freshen up look that Shujan imagined Lopa as his wife. He was thinking how nice it would be to go some other far away place with mom, marry her there and fuck mom as many time as he can before making her pregnant.

Suddenly the electricity was gone. The electric fan stopped. With in minutes Lopa and her son both were sweating. Lopa took the hand fan and started to blow at Shujan. She found that Shujan is ogling her body. She smiled at her son. She said, "I am noticing from this morning, you are devouring your mom. What is the matter son." " Mom, you are very beautiful." "Alright, I am beautiful. But you are looking 10 inch below my face all the time. How do you know I am beautiful?" Shujan was embarrassed at this hint. Lopa smiled again, " It is not good that you look at your mom's breast like that son. You should not imagine those bad things, son." "But mom, I can not help it. Today at school Apu said that his mom lets him fuck her all the time. Utpal is also planning to fuck his mom soon. I got horny imagining you from then on, mom." Lopa rebuked his son a little, "son, you should not mix with those boys. Besides, Apu's mom Aparna is a whore. She would probably fuck a dog if she can not find any human cock. I thought Utpol is a good boy. His mother Rupa is such a good friend of mine. Utpal should not think those bad things about his mom. Rupa is a good lady."

" But mom, last night Utpal,s mom wore such a sexy dress that everybody at the party thought Rupa Ganguli is a khanki (whore) lady." Lopa smiled at her son again, "son, every momther is a khanki (whore) inside. Even your mom. If you look at my tits like that I don't know how long I would be able to resist from being a whore like Aparna Sen myself ." Shujan see the opportunity and said, "Mom, you will never be a whore like Aprna. I imagine fucking you, because I love you so much. I even dream about marrying you and make you pregnant." Lopa was very happy hearing her son talk like that. She said, "You don't have to marry me to fuck me son. Your dad has done that and is not fucking me as good as I like. Let your dad be the husband and you be the son. It is not the duty of a son to impregnate his mom. But since you love me so much and desire me as much, you can caress me orally anyway you like. I would love your touch on my body. But no fucking, son. That's sin." Shujan was happy at this. He said, "Mom, you are so good." "Thank you son. Now Would you please stop talking and touch my tits a little."

Shujan just grabed mom's tits and pressed them like Lopa presses flour to make chapaatti. Lopa protested, "let me undress myself, son. You will be able to see what you are pressing like dumbells now." Lopa removed the saree, blouse, petticoat everything. Then she then gave one of her tits to Shujan's lips. Shujan took it inside his mouth in a flush and started licking them. Lopa asked her son to suck them more harder. Shujan then started sucking his mom's nipples like a calf sucks a cow milk. Lopa loved it very much. Shujan finally let his mom's tits go. They were pink from too much sucking and biting. Lopa then raised her hand over her head. Her sweaty armpit with black hair was in full view. She asked, 'Don't you like to taste mommi's armpit hair son. I know you like them. Even though your dad does not care for armpit hair that much I kept them all along only dreaming that someday, probably my son will lick them. You like it son, right?"

"Oh, mom I like your armpit hair so much. I like them better when they are wet with sweat." Shujan waste no time, but put his toung to Lopa'a armpit hair. They smell very sexy and taste sexy too. Lopa loved her son's toung at her armpit. It produced a kind of ticking which made her come once again. Lopa now tore away Shujan's pajama and bring out his big cock. It was very big and thick, far bigger than her husband's. Lopa first licked the cock wet with her toung and then took it inside her mouth. Shujan was in another world from the sucking of her mother's worm mouth. He asked mom to suck it harder. Lopa took the whole thing inside her throat. Shujan was moving his hip as if he was fucking a cunt. Lopa loved every minute of fucking Shujan,s cock by her mouth. Shujan was about to explode in her mouth. Lopa decided finally to throw away the thought of sin in mother-son fucking and decide to let her son fuck her the best fuck of her life. She asked Shujan, "son, forget what I said about not fucking me. I want you to fuck me, my dear. Your cock is too big and good to let it slip by without being fucked."

Lopa laid on the dinning table and Shujan put his big cock in mom's wet cunt. Lopa was screaming in pleasure and said, " Shujan, please fuck mommi a little faster. Push it more inside my cunt." Shujan then started to fuck his mom like a horse. Lopa came again in frenzy. Shujan could not hold his any longer and came inside mom's cunt in great amount. When Shujan brought out his cock from Lopa,s pussy, Lopa cleaned it dry with her petticoat and dried her cunt at the same time. Shujan looked at his mom's eyes and said, "mom, you look more beautiful now." "Tell me first whether you liked me or not. How was your mom to fuck, son?" Shujan began to touch Lopa's tits and said, " Mom, I got the best fuck in my life. All those girls I fucked from my class are nothing compared to you. Hope I only could fuck you like this all my life. Your tits are so good to suckle, your cunt is so damn good to fuck. I want to keep my cock inserted in your cunt all the time and suck your tits like a little boy." Lopa was very elated. She replied, 'I want you to fuck me any time you like son. It looks like I am no worse whore than Aparna Sen is."

part 2.

The next day, Shujan looked for Utpal to tell about his mother-fucking. But Utpal had his story too. Utpal started, "Remember Shujan, I told you yesterday that my mom, Rupa is far sexier than my sister, Uttora. I was thinking how to fuck mom. And you know what happened. I finally fucked my own sexy mom, Rupa Ganguli. Mom is such a horny slut, fucked me at least five times last night. Even this morning, I had to fuck her first after breakfast. When I got home yesterday, I found Rupa the slut, ohho she is a slut right, is spraying perfume to her armpit. Don't assume that mom shaves her armpit or pussy. Mom's armpit is full of curly hairs, the cunt is hairy too. But she uses some French perfume there to make it smell like flowers. When mom was spraying perfume to her armpit, she was wearing only a Saree. Her tits were clearly visible through the saree. Her back was bare too. I was hard watching mom looking like the randiest whore at Nimtoli brothel. Anyway, I sat on the bed right before mom's face. Mom did not seem to care my presence and was going on with her spraying. She was messaging her armpit hairs with her fingers when she asked me, 'Utpal, you like to say something to mommi?'

I said nothing. Only smiled, took the perfume bottle in my hand and was about to spray some more to her other armpit. Mom simply raised her other hand to show me her hairy armpit. I sprayed perfume to the hair and started running my fingers through them and said, 'Mom, Why don't you shave your armpit?' Rupa Ganguli, my whore mother patted me and replied, 'My son you know nothing. My grandmother used to say that shaving your armpit will inhibit your sexual desire. You'll understand this when you'll have a wife to fuck. Never let her shave her armpit, son. When men licks the hairs at armpit, ladies experience the best orgasoms. Now why don't you spray some perfume to my pussy too, son.' Mom raised her saree, widened her leg and gave me her hairy cunt. I sprayed some perfume there and started messaging her cunt hair too. When I touched her clit, mom was biting her lips. She only said, 'Utpal, don't do that. It makes me be horny. what will you do then?' I waited no more, grabbed her bare ass with my hands and began to squeeze them. My toung was at mom's cunt. I started licking it fast then.

Mom grabbed my hair and said, 'Utpal, your dad never licked my cunt like this before. I can not take it any more, it is too good. Please, Utpal, my son take mommi to the bed and fuck me.' I shoved her to the bed, tore away her saree, hold her tits in both hands and rammed my cock in mom's juicy cunt. When I was fucking her with vigorous nipple biting, mom was in ecstacy. She said, 'Utpal, I didn't know your cock is so big and fat. Your dad never gave me so no such good fuck. Nobody ever fucked my cunt even down at my gut like this before. I am really proud to have a son like you. You just fuck your mom and make me pregnant. I want to be the proud mother of your first child.' 

Listen Shujan what happened this morning. When I wake up this morning, my sister Uttora came with the bed tea. She never gave me no bed tea before. I asked her surprized, 'What makes you to bring tea for me this morning, sister?'


Didi blushed and said, 'I will give you bed tea every morning from now on. Only you will have to fuck me too. I am your sister, right? Why keeps me out of all the fun?' Then mom entered the room and said, 'please, Utpal fuck your sister a little bit too. I am thinking how nice it would be if you two are married. I will have the grand children by you too.' 

I waited no more, tore away Uttora's shalowar kamiz and fucked her right there. Uttora now acts as if I am her husband. Mom says she is going to sleep with me from now on, unless dad wants to fuck her. T

hat's it Shujan. Isn't it great?" 

Shujan told his story too. Two friends were very happy. 

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Meena... My mother



A story by Mithunda 


This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was **[url=https://xossipy.com/modcp.php?action=editprofile&uid=27208][/url] years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. 

My mother's name is Meena and my name is Sunil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. 

It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of **, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. 

At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin tericotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with milk from her breasts.

I developed the habit of watching her breasts as the baby sucked on her breasts. Mother would not completely open her blouse, so I can get only glimpses of her nipples and aureola as the baby sucked. But those glimpses drove me crazy. Mother's aureolas were rosy in color and her nipple was slightly reddish, because she was extremely fair in color. 

I knew the times she gave milk to the baby and I would position myself conveniently so that I can watch her breasts, even though pretending to read my books. I never imagined that mother would be aware of what I was doing. It was after the baby started getting indigestions, that the first event happened. One evening, there was nobody at home except mother and the baby and myself. 

Mother asked me to sit by her side and said " Sunil, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby". 

I was scared out of my wits that mother knows what I am doing. I could not say anything. 

But mother continued, "Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed". She did not say what changed the milk. 

"Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?" I was extremely embarassed, but I was glad mother was not angry at me. I just sat quiet. 

Then mother said, "Look here. You are also my baby and I have given you milk from these breasts before. So I do not mind to feed you again from these breasts. Tonight, after everybody is asleep, you can suck my breasts and satisfy your desire. But you must promise not to watch anymore when I feed the baby and not to tell anybody about this. Ok?" I simply nodded my head and was glad to run out of the house to hide my embarassment.

But I was eagerly waiting for the night. Our village house was small, as all other houses. There was a kitchen and one room and a verandah outside. My father always slept in the verandah because it was cooler there. The front door was latched inside and if he wants to come in, he will have to knock and wake sombody to open the door. Me, my mother, my two sisters and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the villages. 

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That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears " sunil, come to the kitchen". My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There she laid down and asked me to lie beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming.

Mother laughed and said "Poor boy, you have forgotten how to suck mother's breasts. It has been a long time. Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk." 

I did as she told me and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. My mother drew me closer to her and hugged me. After few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, mother asked me to take her left breast in my mouth and I enjoyed milk from that breasts until it was also empty. 

Mother said "Is that enough, baby? Come, let us go to the hall before somebody wakes up. But I said, "Mother, please let me continue sucking your breast a little more. It is so warm and soft in my mouth." 

Mother said "Ok, sunil. Only a little while." and I again took her warm breast in my mouth and gently pressed it with my lips and tongue. Then I cupped her other breast in my hand and started caressing it. 

After a while, mother said "You like mummy's breasts. Don't you sunil?" and she huggedd me closer to her.Mother's voice was unsteady a little bit and I became aware of her heavy breathing. 

I do not know how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she said, "Come sunil, let us go to the hall. Enough for today. Remember, not a word to anyone and no watching when I feed the baby". 

I said "Yes ma" and we got up and slept in our usual places. 

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Next day, my mother's breasts looked more attractive to me than usual. I did not watch her when she fed the baby, but I kept looking at her breasts all other times. When she saw me looking at her breast, mother smiled gently and adjusted her sari so that it fell between her breasts and both her breasts were exposed to my view. I was thrilled and enjoyed the nice movements her breasts made inside her blouse as she moved about. I also noticed that her nipples were more prominent than usual today and that made my mother look lovelier. 

Again That night, I was lying in my bed, impatiently waiting for my mother to call me. After making sure the children had slept, mother whispered "Sunil, let us go to the kitchen" We went to the kitchen and closed the door.

We laid down side by side and mother opened her blouse for me. I hugged her tight and took her right breast in my mouth and sucked her milk. There was lot more milk than the previous day in both of her breasts. 

After I emptied both her breasts, mother said, "Did you have enough milk today, sunil? I gave the baby cow's milk so that you can have more milk" 

I was thrilled and hugged her tight. "Thanks Ma, your milk and your breasts are so sweet and thanks for showing me both your breasts during the day", I said. 

Mother said, " I am happy to show them to you, sunil. I was a little bit embarassed because my nipples were erect the whole day and were pushing my blouse out more today" 

I said, "Ma, those nipples made you look more beautiful today. But why did they become erect Ma?" 

Mother said, "All because of your sucking and fondling yesterday, Sunil". 

"Ma, does my sucking and fondling hurt your breasts" 

"No, silly boy, mummy feels so nice about your sucking and fondling. That is why her nipples become erect. Now enough of this talking. Here, suck this breast and fondle the other one". 

I simply obeyed her. I continued my courtship with my mother's breasts for along time until we heard the baby crying. 

Mother said "Sunil, let me go and feed the baby. Stay here. You can continue when I come back, Ok?" and buttoned up her blouse and went to the hall. 

After fifteen minutes she came back. This time, I unbuttoned her blouse and instead of sucking her breasts, I kissed them fondly. Mother was excited. I sat against the wall and asked my mother to lean on me and cupped her breasts from behind and gently fondled them. I caressed her nipples slowly and they became erect. I kissed her neck moving her mangal sutra aside. I could feel my mother trembling against me. 

After a little while mother said, "Sunil, we should not let this go out of control. Otherwise, we won't be able to enjoy even this. Mummy has some milk now in her breasts. Just suck it and let us go to sleep. Ok?" and gave me her breasts. I sucked all the sweet warm milk out of them and then we went to sleep.

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From the next day, mother strictly limited our nightly affair to one hour. But she continued to display her breasts for me during the daytime and also gradually stopped breast-feeding the baby and gave me all her milk to suck. Since there was too much milk for her to hold the whole day, she asked me to come home at lunch time from school, so that she can feed me. 
In the evening, she asked me to come home without going for playing and I had a feeding in the evening too. This went on for three months. Of course my father never knew anything about our affair. 

But somebody else came to know about it - my grandmother, my mother's mother(who was also my father's sister). She lives in a village about 20 miles from us where we have our ancestral property and house. She visits us every three months and we go to her place for all major temple festivals. She came on her regular visit to stay for a week.

My mother had warned me to keep away from her during grandma's visit. I was not going to get any milk and she won't show her breasts to me. That was going to be a torture, but mother said it is better to suffer a week rather than lose our affair for ever. 

But she did not count on grandmother's keen observational skill and on her milk-making breasts. 

The third night after grandma came, mother called me to the kitchen. I was surprised. With grandma sleeping in the hall, how can we play in the kitchen? By the time I got to the kitchen, mother had her blouse already open and thrust her breast in my mouth. The breast was of course swollen with milk and I had my stomach full of her delicious milk in fifteen minutes. 

Then I asked her about grandma. She explained that as soon as she came, grandma noticed the change in my mother. She felt that mother was happier than she ever was, and she had glow about her body which was totally new. She also noticed that the baby was not comfortable sucking her breast milk because it had become unused to it for three months. 

If mother had still milk in her breasts and if she was not giving it to the baby what was she doing with it?

Grandma put two and two together and confronted mother. Mother had to confess and tell her everything about us. But to her surprise, grandma said mother's happiness is her happiness and since it was now both her daughter's and grandson's happiness, she completely approves it. 

So I again had my mother's beautiful breasts to taste and fondle, now with the additional blessing of my grandma. 

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The next day grandma smiled mischievously at me and I felt a little shy to look at her. 

But when grandma was leaving back for her village, she gave me some money and whispered in my ears, "Bring flowers every day to your mother and put it in her hair. Ok?. Make her more happy. She will give you more happiness". 

I did not quite understand what the meaning was. 

Anyway, next day, I brought flowers for my mother when I came home in the evening. Mother was surprised but did not wear them immediately. But, when we went to the kitchen that night, mother had the flowers in her hair and she smelt heavenly. 
From then on I continued to bring flowers everyday which mother used to wear when we got together in the kitchen. 

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Another three months went by and something else happened which took our love affair to the next level. There was a communal riot in town and all schools were closed for two weeks. Since Dussehra was coming after those two weeks, that meant no school for a month. 

Since it was unsafe to stay in the town during the riots, my father asked mother to take the children, including me, to grandma's village and stay there for a month. His office did not close, so he will stay in town. So, mother and myself with the two girls and the baby took the bus to grandma's village. 

From the bus stop, we took the horse cart and when we reached grandma's house, she welcomed us nicely.

She took the baby from mother and told her, "Meena, you are becoming more and more beautiful day by day. Is Sunil bringing you flowers every day" and winked at me. 

Mother felt very shy and said, "Ma, please, not in front of the girls". 

"Look at her, blushing like a teenage girl. You have really made her a lot younger Sunil", my grandma said. 

After we relaxed a little bit, mother and grandma went to the temple for the evening pooja. When they returned, they cooked a nice dinner for us and we all ate heartily. 

When we were ready to go to bed, grandma said, "Sunil, You go to the upstairs room. I have put your box there. I will take care of the children downstairs." 

I was wondering what mother was going to do. I looked at her. But she was demurely looking at the floor avoiding eye contact with me. I went upstairs confused. The upstairs room was a surprise to me. It had been whitewashed. There were festive decorations on the wall and floor. There was a wooden bed in the middle with new mattress and pillows. There were flowers hanging from the canopy over the bed and agarbathi was lit and making the room smell very fragrant. I just sat on the bed wondering what mother was going to do.

After what seemed to me a long long time (even though it was only fifteen minutes), mother came upstairs. She had changed her silk sari she was wearing when she went to the temple and was wearing her regular thin cotton sari and slightly tight blouse which accentuated her shapely breasts. 

She closed the door when she came in and had a box of sweets in her hand. She sat on the bed beside me and said, "These are the temple sweets. Let me put one in your mouth, Sunil" and did so when I opened my mouth. 

Then I took one and asked her to open her mouth so that I can put in her mouth. My mother came near me and lovingly opened her sweet mouth. But her sweet lips so near me intoxicated me so much that I forgot the sweet and grasping her waist, drew her towards me and kissed her. Mother gasped and struggled a bit but I held on to her waist and pressed my lips to hers strongly. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for five minutes and then sank back into the bed breathing heavily. 

Mother was silent and I was worried. "Ma, are you angry?" I asked. 

"No, son. You just surprised me. That is all". 

"Then you will let me kiss you, Ma?" 

"Of course, son. If you cannot kiss me who else can".

I was thrilled and again hugged her and kissed her passionately on her lips. 

When our lips parted, I said "Ma, your lips are so sweet and soft". 

Mother said, "Sunil, there is something else sweet waiting for you inside my blouse. Don't you want it?" 

It was then that I noticed that mother's blouse was all wet in the front with her milk. 

"I have been heavy with milk from the evening, son. The thought that we are going to be together in this nice room for the whole night made lot of milk in my breasts today. Please suck my breasts". 

I cursed myself for being so inconsiderate and immediately unbuttoned mother's tight blouse. Her beautiful breasts jumped free showing me the lovley aureolas and the erect nipples. I cupped my mother's breasts in my hands lovingly and said, "Mummy, your breasts are so beautiful". 

Mother did not let me finish my sentence. She drew my head to her right breast and thrust her nipple in my mouth. Immediately, her sweet milk started pouring into my mouth and for the next half hour, I sucked and fondled my young mother's lovley breasts. 

Mother moaned with pleasure as I teased her sensitive nipples with my tongue and when I gently fondled her breasts cupping them nicely in my hands. "Sunil, your hands and lips feel so nice on my breasts. I wish I can have you do that all day". 
"Ma, I wish so too." 

"I think we can fulfil our wishes at least for a month, Sunil. Grandma said we can spend our time in this room all day, if we wanted to. She is going to care of everything. So, you and I are free to do what we want"

I kissed mother again on her lips and said "I am so happy, Ma" and then asked her "Ma, can I take your blouse off?" 

Mother hesitated slightly and then said "You want me to be without blouse?" 

"I eagerly said "Yes, ma, please". 

"Ok, take mummy's blouse off with your own hands", she said and sat up. 

My hands trembled as I pushed her blouse off her lovely shoulders and took it off. Then I showered kisses on her breasts and shoulders and neck. 

Mother hugged me and moaned with excitement. Then she said, "Sunil, take your shirt off to. it is not fair if only I have to take off my blouse". 

I was only happy and immediately peeled off my shirt and threw it on the floor. 

Immediatley, mummy hugged me and kissed me. She felt my muscles and said, "Sunil, I am so happy to have such a strong bodied youngster for my son". 

Mother and I played with each other long into the night before we slept. 

--

The next few days went joyfully, with mother and I spending most of our time in our room, mother without her blouse letting me enjoy her lovely breasts sucking her delicious milk every half hour or so.

Then one day mother got into her head the idea that she wants to give me a bath like good old days. So I went with her to the bathroom where she poured water on me and started soaping me. I was only wearing a towel around my waist and when it became heavy with water, it slipped down. 

I hurriedly tried to wear it back on, but mother snatched it away saying "It is as well, son. Anyway I have to apply soap to your hidden parts too". Then she looked at my prick and exclaimed "Oh, Sunil, I never imagined your prick would be so long. It used to be the size of a small green pepper just not long ago. You know I used to enjoy fondling it when you were a child sucking my breast". 

I said "Ma. you can do that even now when I suck your breasts". 

"Then let me clean it up nicely, son", said mother and applied soap and with her soft hands cleaned the entire length of my prick.

Later that day, when we went up to our room, mom gave me her breasts for sucking and as I lay beside her, she put her hand inside my pajama and started fondling my prick. My prick grew large and was uncomfortable for her to fondle inside my pajama. So she untied my pajama and pulled it down making me naked. 

I did not mind because after all she was my mother and she had seen me naked so many times. But after she fondled it for several minutes, I had to ejaculate and threw one leg around her and pressing my penis against her thighs, let out several hot jets of my semen, pushing into her thighs each time a jet came out. 

Mother hugged me and said "Oh my darling, I forgot you are now a grown up young man with lot of semen in your balls." 

Then I asked "Ma, you have been giving me milk for six months now. Do you want to taste my milk too". 

Mother shyly shook her head to say yes. 

I was excited. "Mom, just like I suck your nipples, you can take my prick in your mouth and suck it. Then, soon, you will get the thick milk". 

Mom did like I said and her soft lips encircled my prick and started massaging it. I held her head in position and slowly pumped my prick inside her hot mouth. 

Soon, I reached my climax and pumped hot semen into my mother's mouth. Mother did not let a drop of it go waste. She gulped all the thick milk as I ejected it. 

She said "Oh, Sunil, it tastes so nice. I want to drink it whenever you can give me". 

I said, "Sure ma, you can have all of it" and I drew her up and we kissed passionately for a long time. 

After a while, mother wanted to go to the bathroom and went downstairs. When she was gone, I was imagining her lifitng her sari, spreading her legs apart and letting her warm golden piss out. My desire to kiss my mother's womanhood, nestled between her ivory thighs, grew beyond bounds. 

When she came back, I asked her, "Mother, I want to kiss you here, can I please?", cupping her pudenda with my palm. Mother was taken aback, but she did not take my hand away. Her face was slightly red with shyness and she slowly pulled her pettycoat up to her waist revealing to me little by little her gorgeous legs and smooth creamy thighs and finally her beautiful pudenda covered with soft hair. Mother did not have too much hair on her lovely womanhood and I could see the glistening petals of her love flower nestling sexily between her thighs.

Mother spread her legs a little and I caressed her vulva gently and lovingly. Mother closed her eyes and started moaning a little. I got between her legs and kissed her things and all around her vulva. Mother smelled very nice between her thighs and there was a fragrant warm aroma rising from her vulva. 

Finally, I hugged my mother around her thighs and put my lips over her soft love fruit and kissed it. Mom jerked a little when my lips contacted her sensitive vulva and pressed my head down on her vulva. Then I started licking mother's juices which tasted like honey to me. Then I put my tongue inside my mother's vulva and touched her clit. 

Mother slightly raised her hips as I did that and I pressed my mouth closer and took her clitoris between my lips and gently pressed it. Mother jerked her hips several times as I did that and pressed my head down harder into her vulva. Soon, she let out a long moan and warm sweet jouice poured from her pudenda. I sucked all of her juice as it poured and licked her vulva clean like a puppy. Then I moved up and mother hugged me and kissed me passionately. We kissed for a long time with more intimacy than ever before.

When our lips parted, mother said, "Sunil, you are showing me so many pleasures which I never new existed. Will you do this to me often please. I feel so nice when you are between my thighs kissing my pudenda". 

I said, "Mother, I am willing to spend my entire life between your thighs, drinking the sweet honey from your vulva. I don't think I need anything else except your sweet breast milk and vulva juice to live." 

Mother said, "That reminds me, dear, my breasts are heavy now with milk. Suck my breasts", and pulled my head to her right breast. I took mother's lovely soft breast, in my mouth and started drinking her sweet milk, hugging her tightly. 

After a while, mother said, "Sunil, play with my vulva, dear. I am having strange feelings there". I was only too glad and immediately slid down between mother's thighs and started showering kisses on her wet and warm vulva. I made mother get climax four times that afternoon by sucking her pudenda, before we went downstair for the evening tea. 

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Later that night, I saw my mother fully naked for the first time. She removed her blouse, sari and petticoat and stood before me like a goddess. She looked gorgeous with nice legs and thighs and wonderfully shaped breasts. I knelt before her and pushed my face into her vulva and kissed it passiionately. Then we laid down on the bed and hugged each other tightly, with my penis pressing over her pudenda. 

After a while, mother put one leg over me and started making pushing motions pressing my prick more tightle over her pudenda. 

I was excited and said, "Mother, let us copulate, please. I have wanted to do thaat with you for so long". 

Mother said, " Son, I have also been dreaming of that for the past three months. But, we will do it on a good day. I will ask grandma to find a good day for us to become a couple. Just wait until tomorrow. Today, you can put your prick between my thighs and I will press it with my thighs and you can enjoy that way."

I was immensely excited to hear that mother and I are going to become a couple. Most of that night, mother and I played love games with my mother, sucking her breasts, kissing her vulva, licking her love juice from deep inside her vulva, teasing her clitoris with my lips and making her get climax and fucking her between her thighs. 

Mother sucked my cock several times, making me climax and driniking my love milk. With all our love making, at one point, mother's mangal sutra got cut and all the beads and the gold fell on the bed. We picked up all of them and bundled them up in a piece of apaper so that next day, mother can put them on a thread again. 

For the rest of the night, mother was without mangal sutra and she did not mind. In fact, she seemed to be feeling happy being without that mangal sutra. 

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Next day, in the morning, mother came up and speakingly excitedly like a little girl, said, "Sunil, grandma says today is a good day for us. Get up and take bath. We have to do a few things". I immediately got up went for bath. When I came back, I saw mother dressed in a beautiful new silk sari, wearing lot of gold jewelry and flowers and looking like a bride.

Grandma gave me also new silk kurta and pajama to wear and when I was ready, to my utter surprise and delight, she gave me the mangal sutra she had prepared and asked me to tie it around my mother's neck. Mother bent her head obediently like a bride and I tied the mangal sutra around her golden neck. 

Then grandma gave me a flower chain and asked me to put it mother's hair. I was feeling like a bridegroom marrying my own mother. Then, grandma asked me to take mother to the temple for prayer. 

When we returned, she prepared a grand dinner for us and then she asked us to go upstairs after giving her blessing. 

As soon as we were in our room and closed the door, mother rushed into my arms and we kissed each other passionately for a long time. Then mother took of her sari, blouse and petticoat and became naked. I also did the same and led her to the bed where she lay down and invitingly spread her hands and said, " Come, Sunil, let us become a couple".

I fell on her and embraced her and showered kisses all over her golden body, including her lovely breasts and warm vulva.. Then I asked mother to lie on the bed wirh her legs dangling down and I took her legs and put them over my shoulder. 

Mother spread her vulva with her fingers and I inserted my eager prick into my mothers waiting pudenda. I slid my prick deep into mother's silky vulva and slowly started fucking her. After five minutes, mother reached her climas, but I held on and I let myself have a climax only after mother had reached climax three times. 

I wanted mother to remember our first coupling all her life and I am sure she did have a heavenly time that day. 

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That was the first day of Dusserah and the next 12 days, as the village people enjoyed ras at the temple, myself and mother enjoyed our own ras in our room. Mother was insatiable with her new found awareness of sexual pleasure, which she had not experienced when she was young.

I was glad to give my young mother as much pleasure as she wanted. Grandmother was very happy to see her daughter and grandson enjoying life so well. She not only helped me and my mother to become a couple, but she did another thing which enabled us to stay as couple. 

My father, who was her brother, came visiting for the last three days of Dussehra and on the day we were to leave for our town, he called me aside and started talking to me. He said, " Son, your grandma told me everything that has happened between you and your mother. I think you have done your mother a good thing". 

I was completely shocked. My father continued, "I married yout mother when I was already 40 and she was only 14. I was not able to give her the happiness she deserved at her age. Now you can give her all that. She can be my wife for the outside world, but within our family, she will be your wife. Keep giving her happiness." 

I did not know whether to feel shocked or feel happiness that, really, my mother has become my wife. I asked my father, "What about you father. Who will take care of you?". 

Father smiled and replied, "Since you took grandmother's daughter, I am taking her for myself." 

"Father, what are you saying?", I asked incredulously.

He said, " I have had desire for my sister for along time. But it was taboo to have relations with your sister. So I kept silent. But, now you and your mother have taken the bold step. So I also took the bold step and asked your grandmother to be my wife. She gladly agreed. So we will have a mother-son couple and a brother-sister couple in our family". 

At that time, my mother and grandmother came in. Myself and my mother touched my father's and grandmother's feet and asked for their blessing which they heartily gave. As is the traditional way, they said, " Give us a grandchild soon". 

Mother felt very shy and bent her head and ran to the next room. And I followed her so that I can fulfil my father's wish by making my mother pregnant with our first child.



Not A End...

Thanks to original writer...

[usaiha2]

Ideal Marriage 

A fantasy by Sanjay Patel

Waves of shimmering Surat heat bounced up from the slate border of the courtyard as Mala sat up. Her skin, already a deep bronze was glistening with sweat. It was three-thirty on a hot, still Saturday afternoon. Oh, well, she thought to herself, it's time to go in and have a coke. Maybe that'll give me a little lift so I can make it through the rest of the day. Turning, she looked over at her son, Atul and his wife, Kusum. They were ignoring her as usual as they playfully picked and poked at each other..

She watched them for a few moments noticing that her son, Atul, who was eighteen now had turned into quite a good looking young man even if she had to say so herself. Kusum, his wife was comparably pretty, just beginning to blossom into a comely young lass. 

Kusum did a good job of filling out her blouse, Mala thought, but the girl was not in the same league as Mala. Glancing down at her own body, comparing it with the girl's body, Mala knew that she would win hands down in a beauty contest. Mala was proud of her thirty eight year old body and how well preserved it was. 

It was definitely time for a coke, she mumbled, sitting up slowly, feeling her big, pendant breasts wiggle and roll heavily under the tight thin blouse.

"It is very hot here children. You should go inside," she remarked in the general direction of the couple. 

"What, huh," Atul laughed, turning toward his mother as Kusum tickled him, "what, uh, what did you say, Mom?" 

"I said I am going inside," she repeated herself, swinging her legs off the easy chair. 

The youngsters stopped teasing each other for a moment and watched her get up. Atul couldn't help admiring his mother's big, drooping breasts that were barely covered by her skimpy blouse. He watched them appreciatively as they wiggled and bobbed enticingly. Her breasts were phenomenal, he thought, wishing Kusum had big, soft breasts like his mother's. God it would be wonderful to bury his face down between them and try to suffocate himself in their warm softness. 

His mother was wearing a thin voile blouse, and its brevity gave him a new insight on just how beautiful she really was. Too bad, she was his mom, he thought lewdly, ashamed that he had even thought such a thought. Still, the blouse hid only some of her abundant charms and her beauty was so captivating, it was working it magic even on her son. Watching her rise, he saw that her whole body was glistening seductively with a sheen of perspiration that highlighted every fetching curve and cranny of her beautiful body. Suddenly, Atul felt a perverse twinge of excitement course through his hardening cock as he looked on with fascination He vulgarly felt himself becoming aroused watching his mother's walk inside the house.

Cursing himself for even thinking about her in a sexual way, he shamefully turned away from her and focused his attention back on Kusum. "Hey, let us go upstairs and do it?" he whispered to Kusum, reaching over and squeezing her breast through the thin material of her sleevless blouse. 

"What about your Mother," Kusum asked him, smiling mischievously as she watched over his shoulder as Mala disappear into the house. 

"She'll go to her room and have a nap," he laughed softly as he felt Kusum's hand steal down to his throbbing manhood. 
"Wow, you are ready, aren't you?" Kusum snickered, tickling his rock hardness through material of his pajama. 

"You'd better believe it," he groaned, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that his mother was gone so that he could straighten out his growing difficulty.

"What made you so hard," Kusum grinned at him. 

"You," he lied, feeling her hand rubbing his bulging cock through his bathing suit. Pulling Kusum into his arms, Atul rubbed his hard maleness against her groin as he kissed her long and deep. They stood on the patio kissing for several moments, their tongues exploring the other's mouth wickedly until they finally they had to break for air. 

"Wow," Kusum panted, feeling her tiny nipples harden with expectation, "you're making me hot, too." 

"Good, let's go," Atul puffed, taking her hand and roughly dragging her across the patio and upstairs to their bedroom. 
"How do I feel," Atul asked her, quickly pulling his bathing pajama down to reveal his jutting manhood. 

"Oh, My, Wow," Kusum blushed, reaching out and taking hold of his throbbing maleness, "how come you're so big?"

"You make me big," he grinned sitting down beside her. Wrapping both of her hands around Atul's massive cock, Kusum found that still over half of his great peter still jutted up above her clenched fists. 

"God, it must be at least a foot long," she said adoringly as she ran her hands up and down the entire length of its rigid stiffness. 

"Almost, but I'm an inch short," he gloated, slipping his fingers under the waist band of her bikini bottom. 

"Big deal, one little inch," Kusum snickered as she let him skillfully undo the knot of her chaniya and pull it down her long, shapely legs. "Oh, you are horny, aren't you?" she tittered excitedly as he suddenly began forcing her down onto her back. 

"I've been wanting to fuck you all afternoon," he panted, pushing her downonto the bed. 

"I could tell," she giggled, spreading her legs apart to reveal her youthful, little fuzz covered womanhood.

Looking down at her youthful pussy, Atul saw that the soft, curls of golden hair that covered her mons pubis seemed almost nonexistent. Grinning expectantly, she continued to spread her legs apart wider and wider. The opening of her puffy little cunt was sticky with her wetness and the fleshy lips surrounding it were stuck together hiding her inner sanctum. Then, as she spread herself wider, the lips finally parted and her cunt gaped open, wet and ready. 

"God, you have a beautiful pussy," Atul groaned, clumsily scrambling to his hands and knees. Lying on her back looking up at him, Kusum stared at his huge, thick cock, slashing back and forth angrily as he crawled up between her outstretched legs.

"Every time we do it, I don't think it will fit," she whispered fearfully, "but it always does." 

"I don't know how it all fits in your tiny, little hole," Atul groaned, taking hold of his cock and slowly guiding it down towards her wet, drooling slit. Tenderly, he placed the great, purple head of his cock down in between the soft, wet lips of her cunt and slowly began to push the throbbing monster down into her hot, tightness. 

"Oh, My, God," Kusum gasped as she felt his cock sliding down into her waiting wetness, "you're too big." 

"Fuck you're tight," he groaned, straining to force his entire eleven inches down into her hot sucking softness. "Oh, Fuck, it feels so good." 

"God, yes," Kusum gasped as she felt his huge, swollen cockhead finally grind up against her cervix and his hairy belly rub up against her belly. "God, I love the way you fuck me," Kusum gurgled as Atul began to slide his huge, thick cock in and out of her dripping little slit. 

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Meanwhile, down in her room, Mala could not get sleep because of the excessive heat even though the fan was running full speed. "I wonder what Atul and Kusum are doing," she said out loud. "It sure is quiet down in his room," she muttered and slowly made her way down the hallway toward her son's room. She heard strange sounds coming from inside. Curiously, she peeked inside and was shocked almost beyond belief. She could feel her heart actually stop beating. She couldn't believe her eyes as she reeled back in surprise.

All she could see was her son's hairy, muscular ass rising and falling and his huge cock sliding in and out of Kusum's pussy. Mala couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could they be so brazen to do it right in front of her face? Even as she felt herself disgusted and sickened by the sight, she couldn't take her eyes off her son's penis as it slashed in and out of the girl's tight, wet cunt. 

Unable to stop herself, she watched on with perverse amazement as her son's big, dangling balls slapped against the girl's upturned buttocks every time he drove his cock into her. Appalled by what she was witnessing, she was horrified to feel a sudden, searing flash of excitement run through her own womanhood as she realized that her son's penis was huge. She was astounded at the size of his cock. He was enormous. She had never seen a man hung so monstrously. Gaping on in wonder and shock, she found herself becoming sexually excited.

Shamefully aware of her feelings, she couldn't stop her hand as it crept down to her burning womanhood. God, she was going crazy with shame and disgust while at the same time she was wickedly excited by what she was watching. Abruptly, she knew she had to leave, before they saw her or she gave herself away. 

Then just as she started to back away she heard her son groan and slam himself down into Kusum as hard as he possibly could. "OH, FUCK, OH FUCK, OFUCKIMCUMMMINNNN," he growled as he rammed his cock into Kusum as deep as he could. 

"MEEEEETTTTOOOOOOOOOO," Kusum blathered out, wrapping her long, tanned legs around Atul's waist, pulling him down even deeper into her wet, clutching cunt. Stopping her retreat, Mala stared down at their obscene union.

Her eyes were glued on the spot where their two bodies became one. Then as she gawked on in disbelief, she was stunned to see a flood of her son's thick, white love-cream come oozing around the thick, pink shaft of his cock. As he thrust himself into the girl, the thick, pure essence of his manhood came gushing out in waves every time his ass clenched and he shot another load into the girl. More and more cum came spilling out, down onto the bed where it formed a puddle below her firm, round ass. Mala couldn't believe her eyes as she continued to stare at their wet, leaking union. She was growing more and more aroused as she watched more and more of her son's thick, viscid milk pour out of the girl. All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, her son was no longer a boy.

He was now a man in her eyes. Reeling in fascination and excitement, she watched her son continue to hump Kusum again and again, emptying his potent charge of hot, thick semen into the girl. Then at last, Atul collapsed on top of Kusum. 

Finally, Mala was able to stagger back away from the door. Turning, she tottered down the hallway toward her room, her head spinning with the memory of what she had seen. Appalled by what she had seen, she was unable to make her legs function properly and bumped into the wall several times as she careened down the hallway. Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her bedroom and bolting inside, quickly closed the door behind her.

Her mind was in such turmoil, she didn't know what to do as she stood leaning against the door, hoping that her son hadn't heard her reckless retreat back to her room. 

--

Atul, still in the nether world of satisfaction following his eruption lay on top of Kusum with his cock slowly retreating back down the drenched channel of her vagina. Then, he thought he heard something thumping on the wall outside in the hallway. 

"Wow, that........." Kusum started only to be shushed by Atul. "SHHhhhhhhhhh," he shushed her, listening intently, wondering if it had been his mother. God, had his mother had seen them making love? "I thought I heard someone out in the hallway," Atul whispered after several moments of silence. 

Slowly, Atul pulled his half-hard cock back out of Kusum's dripping cunt. 

"Ow," she complained as she felt his cock finally pop out of her abused cunt. Easing back out from between her legs, Atul stealthily stepped down onto the floor. Creeping across his room, he stopped at the door and slowly peered out into the hallway. There was no one there, but he could smell the indistinct, but unmistakable aroma of marijuana in the air. 

He knew that his mother had been there only moments before. Wondering what to do, he quickly decided not to tell Kusum, hoping that she wouldn't know that he was hiding it from her. "I guess that I was just hearing things," he lied as he walked back over to the bed, his big, drooping dick flopping about heavily. 

"Your cock is cute after you have cum," Kusum laughed softly, "it just kind of bounces around all over the place. It's not hard and all."

"Hey, you'd better get cleaned up," he grinned at her, looking down at his watch, "your friend will be here in five or ten minutes to go to the bazaar." 

Kusum's friend's sister was getting married next day and Kusum was going to her house to help out. She will be staying in her friend's house for a couple of days. 

"Yeah, now that you've had your fill," she pouted, "you're ready to get rid of me." 

--

Back in her room, Mala was finally able to stagger over to her bed. Flopping down on it, she rolled over on her back and closed her eyes. As she did, the image of her son's big, beautiful cock came flooding back into her mind. Her whole consciousness was filled with the obscene image of it sliding in and out of Kusum's tiny pussy. It was as if the image had been indelibly stamped into her brain leaving behind scar tissue that would never heal. It left her permanently scared.

She would always have the picture of her son's great, glistening prick in her mind. To her surprise, she found herself rubbing her womanhood through the thin material of her sari as she replayed the vision over and over again in her mind. How could she be thinking of him like this she berated herself as she felt the material of her bathing suit growing wet and sticky with her excitement. God, was she going crazy? She had never in her wildest imaginations thought of Atul as anything other than her beautiful baby boy. Now, her mind was filled with his overwhelming maleness. She had to stop, she told herself. But as if to mock her own conscience, she found herself slipping her petticoat down her long, tanned legs anyway. She tried to stop thinking about him, but she couldn't. The next thing she knew, her finger found her throbbing clitoris and began to tease it. Oh, God, I've got to stop thinking about Atul, she groaned as she spread her legs open and dipped one long finger down into her hot, clutching cunt.

Then, as she slowly eased her finger in and out of her dripping cunt, she heard a car horn blaring outside. She knew that Kusum's friend had come by to pick up Kusum. Slowly fucking herself with her finger, she listened and heard Kusum and Atul thump down the stairs and slam the door as they left the house. After a few seconds, she heard the car drive off. 

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To be continued...

[usaiha2]

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A few seconds later she heard the front door closing. It was probably Atul coming back inside, she shuddered. Without warning, she felt an inexplicable excitement flash through her body. She and Atul were now alone in the house. Why would this arouse her so totally, she wondered. They had been alone in the house millions of times before and nothing had happened. Not even after she had divorced Atul's father, seven years ago. Atul had come to her room several times late at night and slept with her to get them over their shock at being left alone. They had never done anything wrong then. They had not even touched each other, even in a nonsexual way.

But, that was then, she thought to herself, and now was now. That was when Atul had been her little boy and now he was a man. Mysteriously, it was somehow different now. She couldn't explain it, but it was definitely different. It was as if a stranger had just entered the house. But at the same time it was her son. It was as if he had separated into two distinct and definable personalities in the matter of a few seconds. 

Confused and mortified that she could think of Atul in two totally different ways, she couldn't stop herself from fingering her burning clitoris. Then, suddenly, the door to her room opened and Atul stood in the doorway staring down at her vulnerable nakedness. "Mom, I........................" 

she heard him say as he stopped and stood staring down at her exposed femininity. She had to cover herself, she thought frantically, but found herself paralyzed, unable to move to cover herself. Instead, she lay there staring up at him stupidly. Neither of them moved for the longest time as time seemed to stop.

They stared into each other's eyes, searching for something. Neither of them could bring themselves to break the spell. It was if they were under the spell of some malignant sorcerer who had them under his control. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mala was able to tear her eyes away from his, but still she couldn't bring herself to cover her nakedness. 

As her eyes flitted about frantically, they dropped down to his crotch. As her eyes found the huge bulge in his pajamas, she couldn't keep from gasping. It was very obvious that her son had an erection. Atul didn't know what to do or say as he stared down at his mother lying on the bed in front of him. When her eyes had left his, his eyes immediately swept down to the wet, glistening gash pink between her long, tanned legs. 

He had never seen his mother's womanhood before. It was so delicate, so beautifully feminine, so exciting, he nearly died. This couldn't be happening, he thought, as he stared down at the weeping gash of pink flesh slowly drooling her juices down the crack of her ass onto the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off the gaping wound as it peeked out from the forest of curly brown hair covering her soft, rounded underbelly.

Why didn't she cover herself up, he wondered in amazement as he continued to stare at her exposed vagina, feeling himself growing harder by the second. Did she want him, could she want him to make love to her he wondered as time crept by and she made no effort to hide her nakedness. What did she want him to do? Then, almost in answer to his question, he saw her legs spread just a tiny bit wider. What could she be thinking, he wondered as he looked back up to her face and saw that she was staring down at where his throbbing cock was bulging out against his bathing trunks. This couldn't be happening, he told himself. He was transfixed as he stood before her. He was so confused, he didn't know what to do. His eyes flicked back from her face to her wet, drooling womanhood several times. Her eyes, however, never wavered from his crotch. She seemed to be waiting for him to expose himself to her as she was presenting her exposed femininity to him. At last, after what seemed like ages had passed, Atul's passion overrode his fear of the consequences. He decided to find out if his mother wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

It was as if his body was being consumed by an unholy fever that only she could quench. She must allow him to drain off his festerous malignancy inside her soft, warm womanhood. Without taking his eyes away from his mother's eyes, he slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pajama. Taking a deep breath, he began to ease his pajama down off his hips, watching for the first sign of alarm in his mother's beautiful eyes. Instead of fear and alarm, he saw her eyes watching him with expectancy, almost eagerly awaiting for him to reveal himself to her. He continued to ease his pajama down farther and farther until at last, his giant, swollen cock lurched and sprang out into the open. As his cock flopped out into the open, he saw his mother's eyes flare open almost as if in disbelief as she stared at his pulsating monster. 

"Oh, My, God," she whispered as she saw her son's giant penis slither out of his bathing trunks, jutting out at her in all of its evil malevolence. She had never seen any as beautiful, or anything that held such evil and destruction.
It was beautiful, but to feel it inside her would seal their fate and change their lives in a devastating way. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as she stared at the gigantic cylinder of hard, throbbing man-meat jutting out from her son's belly, obscenely pointing directly at her waiting womanhood. She knew that if she didn't do something to stop the whirlpool of incestual desire that they were caught up in, they would both soon be drowned in its horrific repugnance. 

But even as she fought to speak, she felt drugged and unable to move. Neither of them moved for the longest time as they stared into each other's eyes. As if some ancient convention was being tested, both of them were afraid to trust the other's intention. As they stared at each other, the air inside the room was becoming more and more charged with their restrained passions. There was so much erotic desire flowing between them, it was heating the room. 

Then Mala's eyes dropped back down to her son's huge, bounding, throbbing manhood. She couldn't believe this was happening. How could it be? It was so wrong, yet, it seemed so right, so sensible. She loved her son as she could never love another man. She had always loved him so deeply. When he had been hurt, she ached.

When he had a scbang, she had bled. Now would she make the supreme sacrifice for him? Would she be able to give him the one thing that was forbidden between mother and son? Could she give him her body, her soul, her sexual love? If this was what he wanted, how could she refuse him? 

At last, Atul was able to bring his legs to work. Like a drunken zombie, he took a tiny, faltering step toward his mother. His cock was so hard it ached as it bounded up and down wildly. Then he took another step, and another until he was standing at the foot of his mother's bed staring down at her pussy that lay open, glistening wetly with her excitement.

The only movement he had detected from his mother was her eyes. She still had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. On the other hand, she hadn't indicated that she wanted him to make love to her either. She had made no movement that would indicate that she wanted him to bring their confrontation to an end one way, or the other. Standing at the foot of her bed, he was torn between desire and fear. Should he take that last final step. Should he take the step that would forever change their feeling for each other?.

Although on separated by inches, that last step was miles wide. It would take all the courage he could find to take it. He stood there quivering with want, but afraid to step over the line that would plunge them both into the abyss of eternal damnation. 

Then, he saw her hand move. Her finger, that had been touching her clitoris slowly retreated back and then her hand slowly began to move away from her womanhood, creeping up over her stomach. Even though her hand withdrew from her exposed femininity, she made no effort to close her legs or hide her vulnerability. 

Atul watched her hand as it crept higher and higher until it was joined by her other hand between her breasts. She stopped for a moment, her hands clutching the top hook that held her blouse secure. Then with one quick flick of her fingers, she unfastened all the hooks and the blouse sprang open revealing her big, beautiful breasts. As her top flew apart revealing her breasts, Atul felt his cock lurch and jump with expectant excitement.

It was the sign he had been waiting for. Tossing caution to the wind, he climbed onto the bed and scrambled up between his mother's long, tan outstretched legs. Staring down at the wet, oozing gash of soft pink flesh that gaped open so invitingly, he stopped with his great, bobbing cock pulsating above it threateningly. He had never known such need or desire. It was as if his very soul was on fire and the only way he could put of the hellish fire was to immerse himself in his mother's hot, wet cunt. 

Then, to his utter delight and shock, he watched as his mother slowly lift her hand. As she reached for him, it took every last ounce of his control to keep from spewing out his load of hot, heavy semen all over her hand when she finally touched him. 

"Oh, Maa," he groaned as he watched her bend his thick, unyielding cock down, pointing the swollen purple headed monster down at her gaping woman-wound.

Trying to control the urge to drive his cock into her in one brutal thrust, he waited as she fitted the great round cockhead down into the steaming opening of her vagina. "Now, darling, NOW, put it in me," she told him, lifting her pelvis up at him and urging him to enter her most sacred of sacred places. 

"Oh, Fuck," he gasped as he slowly eased his massive penis down into the scalding, sucking core of her cunt, "God, I Love it." She was so hot and ready for him, his cock didn't hesitate on its journey down into the inviolate sanctum of her motherly vagina. Barely able to keep from slamming his long, thick maleness into her, Atul slowly eased it down until it was totally immersed inside her hot, clutching cunt. He couldn't believe that his huge cock was completely buried down inside of his mother. 

It had only taken seconds for him to completely transform their lives. Now instead of mother and son, they were lovers. He had never experienced pleasure so deep and intense. It threatened to short out his touch with reality. Then rising up, he hunched into her, thrusting his cock even deeper into the unprofaned depths of her hot, aching motherhood.

Holding his cock thrust down into her as hard as he could, he leaned down and hungrily sucked a giant, swollen nipple into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, My, ammaaaaaa," Mala moaned as she grabbed hold her son's ass and dug her long, pink fingernails deep into the hard muscles of his ass. Sucking on her swollen, bulbous nipple, he grabbed hold of her breast and roughly massaged it as he continued to grind his cock into her. 

"Oh, Baby, Fuck Mommy," Mala groaned, thrusting herself up at him. 

"Oh, God, Mother," Atul gasped, spitting out her nipple and jerking his cock back down the drenched channel of her cunt. Without pausing, Atul began to hammer his cock into her mother's cunt as if his very life depended on it. In and out, in and out like a madman, faster and faster until his hips were a blur. "Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck," he blathered out as he drove himself into her brutally. She took the entire length of his monstrous organ down into the deep depths of her drenched cunt every time.

As he drove himself into her, he could feel her thrust herself up at him hungrily. She wanted all he could give every time he slammed his cock into her. Clenching his pistoning ass cheeks in her hands, she dug her long nails into him urging him to fuck her faster and faster. As they wildly fucked, she obscenely lifted her lovely, long legs up into the air and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Squeezing him tightly between her strong, smooth thighs, she dug her heels into his ass, coaxing him to drive his huge cock into her burning love-wound deeper and deeper. 

Like two battling degenerate beasts, they tore at each other. Their bodies clashed together again and again as if they seemed bent on destroying each other. They hurled themselves together time after time in incestual combat. Growls and animal sounds escaped from them as they fucked and fucked. Mala couldn't get enough of her son's gigantic cock. She never had her husband fill her so full and stretch her almost beyond her capacity, but still she had to have more of him. She had never dreamed that his cock was so long, so thick, so huge.

He was almost to larger for her. Despite his size, she needed all of him inside her burning, aching cunt as she grunted and strained to pull him deeper and deeper into her with each savage thrust. Never had she even dreamed of making love to her son and now she couldn't imagine not doing it. She couldn't ever remember being fucked so hard and passionately. Thrusting herself up at him every time he slammed his cock into her burning, aching cunt, she tried to absorb him through her stinging pussy. "Oh, Fuck, Baby, Oh, Fuck, Baby, I, Need, It, I Need, It," she blabbered out as Atul continued to ream her sopping, scalding cunt with his giant prick. 

Atul had never felt such power and control in his whole life. He had never even fantasized about having sex with his mother and now he was atop her fucking her brains out and she was loving it. How could he be plunging his manthing down into her most hallowed sanctity and have her wanting more? She was giving him the only thing that a mother should never share with her son, never ever, but she was willingly giving it up to him. The feeling of complete dominance was such ecstasy, he never wanted to stop.

He wanted to fuck her forever and ever. Suddenly, Atul abruptly stopped driving his cock into his mother's drenched cunt.

"Whatthhmmmmmpppfffffff," she started to say before her mouth was covered by Atul's as he kissed her deep and wetly. Driving his tongue deep into her mouth, he explored her mouth before sucking her hot, probing tongue into his mouth. Kissing and sucking on each other, they groveled in incestuous ecstasy. Keeping his thick, hard cock shoved down into his mother's hot cunt, he could feel the pouting, meaty lips of her painfully swollen cunt pulsing tightly around his hardness. 

As they passionately devoured each other, she gently milked his swollen manhood with her strong, flexible cunt muscles. Finally, Atul had to break for air. Gasping for breath, he tore his mouth from hers and dove down onto her huge, rolling breasts. Grabbing the soft, pliable flesh of her breasts in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded both of her beautiful breasts while he sucked on first one nipple and then the other great swollen nipple.

He had never felt anything as soft and warm and wonderful as her big, beautiful breasts. He wanted to rub his face in their wonderful softness forever and never stop. But even after a few moments, he felt his mother's impatience as she began to move against him, urging him to make love to her again. Reluctantly releasing her great mammaries, he quickly began to fuck her dripping, burning cunt again. 

"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Baby, Oh, Yes, My, Baby, Do It to Mommy," she gurgled, thrusting herself up against him once again, taking him to the limit every time. Like a madman, he slammed his slid his gigantic maleness in and out of her deep wetness so fast his hips became a blur. In and out, his giant cock slashed, slinging her spewing juices flying all over the bed. 

As he fucked her, he could smell her musky, pungency as the room filled with the erotic odor of her sex. "Oh, God, Baby, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Fucckkkkkkkkkkk," she groaned as her whole body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. 
"OHFUCKIMCUMMMMNNNNNNN," she screamed out at him. Atul couldn't believe it. In his mind, he would always be her little boy, yet now he could make his mother cum. And cumming she was.

The sudden feeling of omnipotence that washed over him was too much and he felt his cock give a mighty lurch inside her spasming pussy. Suddenly, a spout of his boiling semen spurted out into her sucking, clenching socket. 

"OHMYGOD," Mala screamed again, as she felt the white hot geyser of his thick, scalding hot boy-cream spewing out onto the bruised and raw lining of her cunt. "OHHHMMMOOOTTHHERRRRFFFUUUCCKKKKK!" Atul bellowed out as he rammed his cock into her hot, absorbing womanhood and let it spew out its lethal load inside of her. 

"OhYesMyBabyFillMotherUpWithYourWonderfulCream," she blurted out as she felt his cock jerk again and squirt another gigantic gusher of cum into her. 

"Oh, Fuck, Mommy," Atul sobbed uncontrollably as he felt his cock jerk and jerk, spewing out eruption after eruption of his thick, gooey cum into his mother. At last her cunt could hold no more and it came oozing out around his cock just as it had done with Kusum. Again and again, his mighty weapon bucked and exploded inside of her mother's overflowing cunt.

Mala couldn't believe how much semen her son's gargantuan penis was spewing into her as she felt it begin to leak out of her cunt and trickle down the crack of her ass. God, she thought, she had never seen such virility in a man. Was it ever going to stop erupting inside of her? 

"OH, God, Mother," Atul cried out, afraid that he had broken something inside of his cock because it wouldn't stop spurting. He had shot out so much of his thick, spunky cum, his balls were beginning to hurt. 

"It's okay, Baby, fill Mommy full," she cooed to him trying to comfort him. Then suddenly, with one last mighty heave, his cock abruptly stopped ejaculating and with a groan, Atul collapsed down on top of her. 

She had never experienced such unbridled passion before. It had left her exhausted, both mentally and physically. Strangely, Atul seemed to weigh nothing and she hardly felt him pressing down on her at all. This was discomforting because she knew that he had to weigh at least one hundred and eighty pounds. Then glancing over, she saw that most of his weight was resting on his arms as he held them up against her body. As they lay in each other's arms, Atul snuggled his face down into the crook of her neck and lovingly nuzzled her, kissing her softly. Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they lay joined together in their incestual marriage.

Then she realized that his massive penis wasn't shrinking. It remained hard and thick, lodged inside of her aching cunt like a giant cork. Why wasn't he like other men, she wondered. Why didn't his cock shrivel up and slip out of her cunt? Instead, it lay inside of her, thick, swollen and throbbing with potency. How could this be, she wondered, knowing that he had also shot more cum into her than any other man. Then she felt his cock twitch inside of her. 

Not knowing what to expect, she was startled when Atul slowly rose up onto his elbows and looked down at her. Their eyes met and locked. She could see the love in his eyes as it flowed between them. Then she felt him begin to move inside of her once again. Bending down, Atul kissed her long and hard as he slowly pulled his thick, bloated cock down the foamy channel of her cunt. Then, giving her soft, pouting lips a tender nibble, she slowly eased his huge cock back into her again, sliding it in until the thick, puffy cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Then, he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, filling her completely, but lovingly.

She had never been fucked so tenderly, so gently. It was as if he was afraid her pussy was made of delicate china and he would break it. Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of her bruised, aching cunt, churning their juices into a thick, frothy lather that slowly dripped out of her tight slit. Lying under him, feeling his magnificent penis impaling her time after time, Mala felt herself drifting away from reality and floating on a gigantic wave of hedonistic pleasure. Her whole being was centered entirely on her aching cunt where her son's lovely penis was slowly sliding in and out of her. Her cunt had grown extremely sensitive and she imagined that she could even feel the thick, blue blood vessels that encircled his cock. They were distended, filled with his, hot blood. They bulged out arrogantly to keep the massive cylinder of meat filled with blood. He was so big, every time he slipped his cock back into her, it drug her clit down along the barrel, driving her insane with pleasure. Then without realizing it, she found herself climaxing as tiny, little explosions of sensual joy filled her mind over and over again.

It was like watching a diwali fireworks display, except it was going on in her head. Explosion after explosion shook her body, immersing her in such pleasure, she lost contact with reality and floated in the thick luxury of pure sexual indulgence. On and on she floated, not having a care in the world as her mind was being overloaded by the sensual bombardment. 

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At last, she could endure it no longer and slipped off into unconsciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her room was dimly lit by the fading light. Lying in her bed, foggily trying to recollect the events that had led up to this moment, she wondered why her room seemed to be growing lighter. 

Slowly, afraid that her head would fall off if she moved to quickly, she turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:00, so why was it getting light outside. Had she gone insane? Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, she thought until she moved her legs and felt a twinge of pain between them.

Running her hand down to her aching womanhood, she found that her inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then her mind crazily lurched back to her incestuous union with her son Atul. God, had it really happened. She knew it had. What an afternoon. 

But why was it getting light. Suddenly, she realized that they must have fucked all night long and now it was morning. 
But, where was Atul? Why had he left? Was he disgusted by what they had done? Then, as if to answer to her question, she heard the distant sound of water running through the pipes of the house. 

Apparently Atul was taking a shower in his bathroom. Sitting up, she suddenly felt she had to explain to him why she had taken him into her bed. He must know the reason, but chillingly, she realized that there was no reason other than her sick lechery. She hadn't planned it, but her perverse desire to have him make love to her had overcome her. Somehow, she had to explain it to him so that he wouldn't take all the blame himself. Swinging her long, tanned legs off the bed, she groggily stood up and stumbled toward the door. Seeing herself in the mirror, she quickly decided that a shower wouldn't hurt her either as her legs and stomach were coated with the evidence of their unholy recklessness. Rushing into her bathroom, she quickly showered.

Stepping out her shower, she toweled herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist. Reaching for her robe, she stopped. Looking in the mirror, she decided to leave her large, pendant breasts bare. Atul liked to look at her breasts, so maybe this would show him how she felt toward him now. Having regained the use of her legs again, she walked over to the door and stepped out into the hallway. 

As she started toward Atul's room, she was taken by surprise when he suddenly stepped out into the hallway. Both of them stopped dead as they stared at each other. His eyes quickly dropped to her great, drooping breasts. They were bare and dangling down heavily. She could easily see that he wasn't feeling the remorse she thought he might be as he was stark naked. Even though the sun was barely up and she was barely awake, her eyes quickly flitted down to his great, half-hard cock dangling down between his muscular legs. How could she be drawn to him so easily, she wondered as she felt a sudden twinge of perverse desire spring up inside her battered, bruised pussy.

Tearing her eyes away from his manhood, she saw that he was staring back at her with love and desire filling his eyes. "Oh, Atul," she moaned, quickly rushing down the hallway into his waiting arms. "I Love you so much." 

"God, Mother, I Love you more than life itself," he groaned, taking into his strong, young arms and pulling her into him. Crushing his mouth down onto hers, he kissed her long and deep. 

She could feel his maleness slowly brush against her leg as it began to harden and lift itself. Abruptly, she had the overpowering urge to feel his giant cock inside of her mouth before he became too big. Falling to her knees before him, she lifted his dangling penis up to her mouth and quickly sucked him into her mouth. 

"Oh, My, God mother," he wheezed as his cock quickly began to grow harder and bigger. Sucking him into her mouth, her warm, soft lips cupped the bullet-hard, bursting head of his penis as she lovingly sucked on it. The unanticipated attack on his cock by his mother had driven Atul almost instantly to the point of ejaculation. "God, Mother, I'm going to cum," he gasped, fighting to hold it back, but rapidly loosing the battle, "Mother, Please, I can't stop it."

Ignoring his please, she engulfed the smooth head of his bulging prick in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around it twitching hardness again and again. To Atul, her lips were like bands of fire, encircling his cock in a ring of ecstasy sending pleasure running down his cock with maddening excitement. "I CAN'T STOP MOTHER," he blurted out as his cock began to jerk and pumped out a gusher of thick, foamy cream into his mother's hot, sucking mouth. 

Mala didn't hesitate as she quickly nursed down his thick, rich, sperm filled cream while he continued to empty the contents of his swollen testicles into her mouth. Grabbing his dangling, spasming gonads in her hands, she cupped them lovingly, squeezing and pulling on them. Sinfully enjoying the feel of his hot, potent semen spurting into her mouth, she tried to coax more and more it into her mouth as she hungrily devoured his offering. 

"Oh, My, Fucking God," he cried as he thrust his spurting, jerking penis into his mother's mouth, "God, Mother, it's too much." Suddenly, jerking his still spurting cock out of her mouth, he fell to his knees.

"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry," Mala gushed, reaching down and taking hold of his cock as it continued to buck and spew cum, "keep on cumming, Baby, cum all you can." 

"Oh, Fuck," he shuddered as his mother masturbated him and he continued to erupt, spurting out thick strings of his foamy cum all over her hands and stomach. At last, his great cock stopped lurching in her hand. "God, Mother, I'm so sorry," he blathered, tears of pain, humiliation and pleasure coursing down his face. 

"For what?" she asked, leaning forward and tenderly kissing the tears from his face, "It was wonderful. Anything we do together is wonderful, don't you think?" 

"I've never felt this way, Mother," he whimpered. 

"I know baby, neither have I," she smiled lovingly. 

"If this is what love is," he said softly, "I'll never be able to love another woman, Mother. I love you too deeply." 

"Our new love is wonderful," she whispered, pulling him to her and hugging him tightly, "and it will only grow stronger and stronger with time."

"God, Mother, I have to have you," he growled, staggering to his feet, his giant peter already hardening with growing expectation. Bending down, he swept his mother up in his arms. Straining under her beautifully compacted one-hundred and twenty pounds, he lifted her. 

"My goodness," she gasped, amazed at his strength, "I didn't know you had such muscles." "Then, there are a lot of things I didn't know about you," she smiled wickedly as he staggered down the hall toward his bedroom. As she spoke, her hand found her son's growing manhood and lovingly fondled it as he clomped down the hallway. 

Straining under her weight, he finally made it to his room. Staggering inside, he quickly stumbled over to his bed and delicately deposited his mother down onto it. Sensing her son's immediate need, Mala quickly spread her long, bronzed legs apart and reaching down to her womanhood spread herself open for him. 

"Oh, God, Mother," Atul gasped, crawling up between her outstretched legs, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, my son," she cooed, reaching up and guiding his jutting hardness down into the soft, waiting core of her soul, "and I always will with all my heart and soul." Thrusting himself down into her, Atul buried himself all the way to the hilt inside of her hot, meaty cunt with in one swift thrust. Holding himself buried deep inside of her salivating vagina, Atul bent down and softly kissed her full, pouting lips. 

"Will you let me make love to you again, uh, I mean after today?" he asked her slowly sliding his cock in and out of her weeping slit. "I don't want to ever quit making love to you." 

"I would never stop you from making love to me," she cooed, thrusting herself back up at him, sucking him back into her aching cunt, 

"how could I after today?" "Do you really mean it?" he asked incredulously, stopping to give her another soft, loving kiss on the lips. 

"Of, course, my silly little boy," she laughed softly, "you are my new lover."

"Does this mean that you will sleep with me every night?" Atul asked tentatively. 

"Of, course, my love, every night," she murmured as he slowly started fucking her again, "and we'll make love every night, all night long." "But that would depend upon what you do with Kusum," Mala returned with a hint of possessiveness in her voice. "Would you be able to give her up?" 

"Uh, give up Kusum," Atul gulped, as visions of being in bed with his mother every night making love to her danced in his mind. "Gosh, Mom," he mumbled, feeling her tighten the satiny sheath of her vagina around his cock, softly milking him with her cunt muscles, "oh, Fuck, I'll do anything to make love to you." 

"Good," she sighed, relaxing her hold on his cock, "I'll your wife from now on." 

"Oh, God, Mother," Atul groaned as he began to pound his cock into her with a vengeance, " I've died and gone to heaven." 
"So have I," she laughed softly as she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around her son's waist, "so have I."

Is it the End ????

[usaiha2]

Ur writing skills are unmatchable
Can u use this skills to roleplay as an actress and i will roleplay as son

Thanks for the reply... but as i said already that i am not the original writer, so the complement about writing skill is goes to original writers.

and about new story of roleplay... firstly i only like incest & if anytime i right the stories, it will also contains the main spice of Incest only. 

Thanks for reading stories i collected & share...

USAIHA

[usaiha2]

Dear Friends... 


This story i am going to share with you is contains unique plot. Which contains some fiction also, because i don't think it may be possible. 

But it was interesting too... as i always put myself in the place of hero. 

Story also contains the suspanse & thrill, which & how it happen. Story was too good & writer could write more parts on it. There was too much spices & what we called Masala in it which can used in next parts...

But every good thing have some End & writer thaugh to end the story in a suspance mode.


So much to tell you about this great story but... i think you read the story and then reply if i was right or wrong about what i tell you...


Enjoy the story... 

USAIHA

[usaiha2]

                                                                    Sleeping Pills & My Innocent Mother


 

Hi this is Tarun. Firstly i tell you all about me... 

I lived in Bombay with my mom Sadhna, 36, she is widowed, and I never knew my father. I have asked about him a few times and mom gets a strange look on her face and tells me, he died along time ago so, I learned to not to mention it anymore. Most of the time living with mom is great. We have a very unique relationship. Once in a while she gets into one of her moods then it's time to head for cover.

I've had a few dates with my neighbors shyamli & monica, but they haven't gotten passed the hot and heavy kissing and breast feeling stage. These dates always leave me wanting more, but I never got the nerve to delve into the pot of gold and taste the tender fruit of womanhood. Most of the time I was horny as hell. With no female comfort, this leaves me with my trusty hand to lull the tension in my body. 

Sometimes I would fantasize about my mom (because I was very close to her and we normally do every thing together and I had glimpses of her breast so many times during her to do the daily chores around the house) being in my room nude when I jerked off. This usually got me very hot and I would shoot off almost immediately. 

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I was 16 years old when this exciting & life changing incident occur. 

Unfortunately this was one of those times. Things were hopping at work, my mom was a part owner of a small Advertising agency and her biggest client was a being a pain in her ass. She was spending many late nights at the office working on ideas to make people want to buy the crap the guy made. 

So, when she got home she wasn't in the best of moods. These moods didn't usually last long. This time her client was taking his business elsewhere and mom was in a bind. Her nerves were strung out tight, she wasn't sleeping, and every time I stuck my head out of my room she wanted to snap it off. 

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After a few days, she was band from the office. Her partner told her to take some time off that was when hell week began. She was getting worse so I had it out with her. I told her to see our family doctor, Dr. Ramla to get some help sleeping. 
The next day she came back with a prescription of heavy-duty sleeping pills. 

That night she took her first pill and was dead to the world. I was tired too and fell asleep in front of the TV until the phone awoke me a 10 P.M. It was her partner venkat, An urgent matter came up and he needed to talk to mom. I yelled for mother to attend the phone, but didn't get a response. I went to her bedroom and found her snoring away. I tried to get her up, it was no use. 

Nothing short of a nuclear explosion was going to wake her. I hung-up the phone after telling my mom's partner venkat that she was out of it until the morning. A chill went down my spine. My fevered mind when into overdrive. What else can I do to her without waking her up. 

It was a hard week and I was a healthy teenager needing relief. My hand came to mind, but a better alternative was laying in my mother's bed unconscious. That very moment I decided to fuck my mom. I was so excited that I almost shot my load before I reach the bed. 

She was lying on her back with her head tilted away from me, her mouth slightly open, and her dark black hair fanned across the pillow. My mom was very pretty. She never dated anyone after my father's death and I didn't understand why she didn't go out for another marriage. I saw a lot of guys trying to put the moves on my mother over the years so, I knew she had plenty of opportunities. 

I slowly pulled back the covers to reveal her body covered in a pink Shalwar Qmeez. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath. Every time she inhaled her breasts strained to be released from their confinement. Her nipples were outlined in the thin material. She didn't wear the bra, and I knew from my previous investigation that she never wear panties. My mouth was watering for a taste of those tender rose buds. I slowly started to unbutton her top three buttons of Qameez, I had to stop for a second and get a hold of myself because my hands were shaking a little.

I finally got her last button undone. Her chest was revealed in all its glory. Her breasts were the size of large gbangfruits. I bent forward, put my lips on mom's right nipple and started to slowly to suck on it, with my hand I fondled and squeezed the other. The nipples hardened under my attention and mom started to breathe faster. I got my tongue into action. I began to lick her breasts. 

My penis was hard as a steel rod and straining to be let out. I reluctantly let go of her breasts and quickly undressed. I stood naked above my mother's body enjoying the strange feeling running through my body. I wanted to see her all. I worked my fingers under the Sash or Izarband of her Shalwar and pulled down but didn't get far. The material was catching under her butt. I had to shift her hips to the side and work her Shalwar down inch by inch. After all this moving around, she was still out of it. I had a good view of her pussy. 

The pubic hair was dark and thick. I went in for a closer look. The nearer I got the stronger the sweet musk sent became. I stuck my face into her pussy and took a deep breath. I absorbed her sent. This was too much for my young mind to take, I had to have a taste of mom's wonderful juicy pussy. I ran my tongue up along the slit. I felt like I touched an open light socket. I went mad with lust. 

My tongue probed inside her cunt. Mom's mind was out of it, but her body was responding to my eating her pussy. Her legs became wider and the muscles of her cunt grabbed my tongue and wanted to pull me in. I found the clit and my tongue began a fencing match. I licked up, around and socked on it. It was like Niagara Falls down there, it was wet. I lapped and socked up the love juice my mom was giving me. 

And then My mom started to moan. This scare the hell out of me, because I thought she was waking up; I looked up. 

But She was in the same position when last I checked with her eyes closed. I was safe, but was hurting. My cock was ready to burst. I got up on the bed and moved in between those beautiful long legs. I grabbed my penis. It felt like I had a boa constrictor hanging between my legs, It was pulsing and jerking around. I was more then a handful. I rubbed the tip of my cock along her pussy. 

I said in a whisper "Do you want my big cock in your cunt Mom?" Getting no negative response to this question, I slowly sled my tree trunk of a cock into her. Inch by inch I slid home unlit all my 7 inch penis was in; she was so very tight. It felt like I had my cock in a vice. The moaning from my mother was getting faster and louder. 

I started to slid back and forth in her. Man was she wet and warm! I didn't last long; I felt my ball tingling. My first hot molten jet of cum pulsed into the vagina. Jet after jet filled her up, it felt like it would never stop. Cum leaked around my cock and down the crack of her ass. She couldn't hold the large load of cum my penis was injecting. Slowly the pulses ebbed and stopped. I have never felt like this before ever in my life. I was dazed after shooting my huge wad of jism. I was weak and collapsed onto mom's chest.

When I came to my senses, I looked at the clock on the night stand, God, it was 3:00 AM. I pulled out my deflated member, more of my cum was oozing out of mom's pussy onto the bed sheets. I ran to the bathroom and got some towels to clean up the mess. I put her Shalwar back on and knotted the izarband or sash and buttoned her qameez and tucked the sheets around her neck. 

I was exhausted. I went to sleep with a satisfied smile on my lips that night. I awoke later that morning, I still felt a little drained. I showered and made myself some thing to eat. 

--

Mom got up after lunch. I was having Tea in the kitchen when she came in; I was a little nervous. I didn't know if she would remember, what happen last night through her heavy drugged haze. She was softly humming to herself, she came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said "Morning".

I replied "It's afternoon Mom. Did you sleep well." My voice broke a little. 

Mom said "I had a wonderful sleep. Best ever, I had some interesting dreams too. Those sleeping pills are great." 

My heart was thundered in my chest. She thought last night's activities were a dream, good. I was in the clear. 

##

While the pills lasted, she always woke up with a big load of my cum in her pussy, but all good things come to an end. 

She ran out of pills and the doctor Ramla wouldn't give her anymore, because they were addictive. 

My sex toy was out of reach. I had to go back to using my hand. After having the best going back to second best wasn't totally satisfying. 

--

Several weeks later she go back to the doctor for another problem. 

When she got back, she dropped a bomb on me.

She was pregnant! 

But that is another story...

--

& lastly Thanks to the Original Writer... 

[Nightking]

hi bro.........thanks for these stories.............keep posting bro.............

[usaiha2]

hi bro.........thanks for these stories.............keep posting bro.............

 Dear Nightking bro... 


Welcome to my thread... thanks for liking the stories i like & share... as i am not the real writer , all credit goes to original writer's...

Hope you like my next post's as you like previous one's...

[Renjith]

Super bro

[usaiha2]

Super bro

Thanks Renjith bro... welcome to my thread ... 

Many more stories to come... 

[usaiha2]

Dear Friends, 



As i promised you all... to post a long Indian Incest story which contains romance, hardcore sex, Love between Brother-Sister, Mother-Son.  

Also full of Suspense & Drama...

I fulfeel the promise... 

posted a new thread... 

( Invincible Lover... - https://xossipy.com/thread-6126.html)


Please share your views ... 

And i know you like the 

Invincible Love story of DIKSHA & ROHAN... 

[usaiha2]

                                                                       Pushpa

It began when my sister Pushpa and her son Ravi came to stay with my wife and me for a week. 

Although older than me at 37, Pushpa was still an attractive woman who looked 10 years younger thanks in part to her slim figure (despite having three children). 

She was married to a successful businessman although they didn't spend a lot of time together unless it was at the office (she also worked part-time at his firm). 

Although at the beginning of the marriage she was not happy with the hours her husband worked, once his company became profitable, she got to enjoy the dividends that it brought (money, car, designer clothes, etců). She also organised herself a good social life (separate from her husband); though she never dallied (all my sisters were brought up to believe in Turkish values as to regarding marriage).

They had three children - two girls (19) & (17) and one boy (15). The eldest girl was tending college while her sister and brother were still at school. Although Pushpa loved them all, it was her son Ravi who was her favourite.

As I said, Pushpa came and visited me for a week. She and the kids had just returned from a holiday in Goa (visiting relatives) and she was sporting a healthy tan. Ravi had nothing better to do before going back to school (all his friends were away or busy) so he tagged along.

Unfortunately, my wife had to work up north all that week and although I was able to take most of the week off, there was one day I had to go into Bombay to attend an important business meeting. 

On that day, Pushpa gave me a lift to the station and promised to pick me up when I called.

Although the day started out okay, by mid-morning I was starting to feel a bit unwell. Before lunch I was forced to leave my meeting and catch an early train home. I tried phoning my house but all I got was my answer machine (presumably Pushpa and Ravi were out) so I took a taxi. Once home, I found the house empty and I collapsed on a settee in a small room just off the living room and fell into a light sleep, a warm rug wrapped round me

I awoke a while later feeling almost my old self and saw Pushpa slumped in a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just had a shower) sipping juice. She looked upset and later it came out that my brother-in-law had phoned saying that he had to work all the following weekend and they wouldn't be able to celebrate her birthday (though he did promise to make it up to her). I was looking directly at Pushpa but she hadn┤t spotted me.

I was just about to call out to her when a voice shouted: "Amma are you home?"

I kept quiet as Pushpa answered him. "In here, beta." and in walked in Ravi.

Ravi was a good-looking kid who was fast growing into adulthood. Just slightly taller than his mother (she was just over 5 foot); he still had some growing up to do. Judging from the muscle tone of his arms (he was wearing a t-shirt), it looked like he had started working out. He obviously saw that Pushpa was upset and when he enquired what was the matter, she told him about the weekend.

Sympathetically, Ravi pulled Pushpa to her feet and gave her a hug. Smiling, he suggested that they go out since I was not due home for at least a few hours. She agreed. They seemed to pause in their embrace and then Pushpa pulled away, perhaps aware that she was only wearing a dressing gown (and a thin one at that)?

"I had better get changed," she said.

"Can't we have a quick drink first?" asked her son.

Pushpa paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, what would you like?"

"A whisky?" I heard him asked.

Pushpa looked at him; "You know that you are too young to drink whisky, young man" she scolded.

"Aw come on Amma, one won't hurt - please?"

After a pause, she said "Alright, but don't tell your father!"

Pushpa bent over the drinks cabinet and poured both of them a whisky. With her back to him, she didn't see Ravi look at her covered rump.

"My God, was he actually eyeing up his mother?" I wondered, "Surely not?"

Then I happened to glance at the front of his pants and saw what looked like a bulge. I was speechless; he actually had an erection. I couldn't believe it! I know that boys his age were constantly horny (I used to be like that myself) but to be aroused by your own mother?

Ravi was already sitting on the settee by the time Pushpa had finished and came over to join him.

"Cheers" she said and both of them took a swig from their glasses. They idly chatted for a few minutes and then Ravi saw that Pushpa's glass was empty.

"Come on Amma, I'll get you another one" he smiled.

"I shouldn't really. I have already had two." she replied.

"Oh come on" persuaded the boy.

She relented and Ravi went over to the drinks cabinet. I noticed that his glass wasn't empty but he quickly remedied that by gulping down its contents and then refilling both glasses with liberal amounts of whisky and a very small amount of soda.

Ravi returned to the settee and handed Pushpa her glass. She took a mouthful and said "My God! How much whisky did you put in this?".

"Sorry, Amma!" was all Ravi said before bolting the entire contents of his drink down his throat, causing him to splutter.

"Silly! You shouldn't drink it like that!" Pushpa said.

They continued talking and the conversation came round to my brother-in-law. At length, Ravi started going on about how badly his father treated her and that it wasn't right. Pushpa only half-heartedly tried to defend him.

Ravi leaned forward and embraced his mother, kissing her on the cheek.

"I do love you, Amma".

"I love you too dear" replied his mother, hugging him back.

Ravi then pulled back a bit and then kissed her hard on the mouth. Immediately, my cock soared into an instant erection.

"Ravi! How many times have I told you not to kiss me like that!" Pushpa scolded after she broke the kiss.

I couldn't help but stare. I knew that Ravi had always been affectionate towards her, more so than his two sisters. I just didn't know how affectionate. When Ravi clasped her to him and began babbling, she still thought she could handle the situation.

As far as I could make out he was groaning, "I'm sorry! I do love you, Amma" and he started palming her breast through her thin dressing gown!!.

I was stunned, but Pushpa seemed to take it in her stride. It didn't look like this was the first time she had to fight off her son's amorous advances. Regaining control, she pushed him gently away.

"Ravi, I am worried about this crazy love you have for me." she said firmly.

"I'm sorry, Amma - I couldn't help it" Ravi replied.

Looking at him as she put down her glass, she said, "No it's my fault. I know that all you boys think of is sex. But you should be interested in girls of your age, not your mother."

"But you are so beautiful!" Ravi protested.

"Ravi, STOP IT!" said his mother sternly, "You have to stop this. your uncle may come any time." She paused, looking at herself in her dressing gown; "Now, I think I'd better get changed before you get any more ideas."

Ravi didn't say a word except just sit there.

My sister took one sip of her drink and then leant forward to put her glass down, on to the coffee table. That was where she made her mistake, as she leant forward, the top of her dressing gown came apart slightly. The gap was too little and too far away for me to see but obviously Ravi could see right into it and I saw him stiffen. I still remembered her gasping as he shot his hand inside her robe, scooping out one breast which he literally covered with great, groaning kisses.

"No, no Ravi, don't start it now, please!" I could hear the gasp in her voice as she pushed him away.

To my astonishment I was now on Ravi's side, and willed him to carry on. I felt my erection getting stiffer (so much so that I had to unzip my flies) as watched and almost collapsed with frustration when Ravi slipped to his knees, blurting apologies amidst a stream of tears with Pushpa trying to comfort him. But it was only momentary, and I watched anxiously as he raised the bottom of Pushpa's dressing gown almost to her waist.

Groaning, Ravi bent to kiss her legs, but sensed that his fingers would have the most effect at this point, and his urgent probing at the very top of her legs made Pushpa gasp. She made one tremendous effort to still the hand that was caressing her flesh, but Ravi wasn't about to give in. I could hear her whispering "Ravi, stop it! I mean it!"

"But I want you so much, Amma!" groaned the boy and if to prove it, it leant back and quickly undid his belt and flies, freeing his erect penis.

Pushpa's eyes bulged as she took in the dimensions of her son's huge erection.

"Oh my God! It's enormous! " she exclaimed bring her hand to her mouth.

I must admit, I always I thought I was nicely blessed but next to this big brute (which looked more at home on a donkey than a young boy), mine looked like a tiddler.

However, what shocked me more was seeing my sister, groaning, reaching out and taking it her hands and finding it too thick for her fingers to encompass it. For a while Pushpa manipulated the strong shaft, as if she could make it expand even further. Then she swung her legs along the settee, lifting her arse so that Ravi could open her robe further.

Simultaneously, Ravi and I gasped at the sight of her cunt. I have never saw a cunt looking so wet and flushed, ruddy with lust as I did hers that day. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of Pushpa's love juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still arching her bottom off the settee towards Ravi's tool. He had slipped down his trousers and poised his muscley thighs between his mother's totally abandoned legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother and son were lost to the lure of incestual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in time with the mating of mother and son before my widening gaze.

Pushpa's nearer leg trailed on the floor, enabling me to watch her rubbing his prick along her slit prior to the ramming piston action of Ravi's tool as he began to sink between her dark pubes. He was too large for him to get all of his stiff shaft into her in one go. Grabbing hold of her for leverage, he slowly pushed his large prick further and further in. I looked at Pushpa and saw her grimacing and moaning "Oh God!" to herself as her son fed her his impossibly huge cock into her until finally he was in her up to the hilt, his balls slapping against her arse cheeks.

At this point, it all became too much and I came, keeping my mouth shut so that I didn't make a noise, I spurted a stream of cum across the floor (luckily I remembered to clean up or my wife would have killed me). Once I had recovered, I could hear the settee creaking violently as I saw that Ravi was furiously fucking his mother. Each thrust getting longer as every time he pulled out more of his cock out of her before burying it again up to the hilt. Each time it came into view it seemed more and more drenched with her wetness, and though I longed for his knob to come out and ram back into my sister's reddened cunt, he kept it encased in her heaving gash. Pushpa had been moaning deeply as her son powered himself in and out of her but then she suddenly cried out and seemed to freeze as her back arched while clinging to Ravi's neck.

Ravi's hips thrusts were getting more spasmodic.

"I'm going >huuumph< cum, Amma" shouted her son.

This must have brought Pushpa to her senses because she shouted "NO! Not in me, beta! Pull out! PULL OUT!"

Well, it must have got through to him since he pulled his cock out and immediately shot his thick white spunk into the air. I was astounded, I never saw so much cum as the boy shot wad after wad. Finally he collapsed next to his mother on the settee, panting.

Finally, after what seemed an age, Pushpa slowly stood up.

"I must get dressed", she said coldly and went upstairs. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.

Later I woke up to see her sitting beside her son again. She was wearing a thin saree and low-cut blouse. Ravi was in his lungi.

"Ravi, what happened could lead to trouble," she started, "I had my period only ten days back and I could be fertile now. That's why I told you to pull out. You do realise that you could have got me pregnant and God knows what would happen if your father ever found out"

"Pregnant?", Ravi looked up, looking up with a miscievous look in his face. "B-but you may not be fully in your fertile period yet, Amma."

"Probably not, " Pushpa replied, "Anyway! You must promise that you will never try to do this again."

"I am so sorry, Amma. I don't know what comes over me when I make love to you. You must think I am really sick!" he whined.

"No! No, I don┤t think you are sick, honey. A lot of boys make love to their mothers. But making your amma pregnant is a serious matter. It could lead to lot of trouble, beta."

"But Amma, I just love you. It is so good when we make love. I never thought sex would feel like that." Ravi replied.

Pushpa looked at her son with affection. "You are really crazy about making love to me, aren't you Ravi?"

"Yes, amma." Ravi nodded slowly.

"Oh my God," Pushpa said with tears in her eyes, "I am so lucky to have a son like you, Ravi."

Pushpa slowly stopped sobbing and then cleared her eyes and looked directly into his.

"But it is a problem, Ravi." Pushpa said finally, "Now I want you to promise me that you will try your best not to cum inside me."

"I will try, amma." the boy said.

Looking at the clock, Pushpa got up. "I'd better get going, your uncle is due to phone any time for me to pick him up from the station. You had better put some clothes on.", pointing to Ravi's naked chest.

Both mother and son left the room.

Even though, I had long spent my load and would be a while before I could get another erection, I wanted to see how far this scenario could play out. Would Ravi try again and would Pushpa succumb? I had to find out.

Since I had already zipped myself up, I slowly crawled off the settee and went through the kitchen to get into the back garden. Fishing out my cell phone, I called the house. Ravi answered.

"Hi, Ravi, it's your uncle. Is your mother around" I asked.

"Just a mo, Unc - MMAmmaMM! It┤s Uncle!" he shouted.

"Besim?"

"Hi, Pushpa. Bad news! I won't be able to come home tonight, the meeting is taking longer than I thought. But I should be back sometime tomorrow." I said.

"Um, okay, "she replied, "problems at work?"

"Oh no! Nothing I can't sort out. Look, I am feeling tired, I'll phone you tomorrow." We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I quickly crept back into the house (thank God I keep the door's hinges well oiled) and was soon back in my hiding place in time to see the both of them come back into the living room.

"What's happened?" asked Ravi.

"Oh, he's been held up and won't be back until tomorrow." Pushpa replied.

"Oh" was all Ravi said.

Pushpa looked at her son for a few seconds and then said "Look, what happened happened. There's nothing can be done about it."

"I suppose. " Ravi's reply was so quiet that I could hardly hear him.

"Look, " Pushpa said cheerfully, "come here and give your old mother a hug."

"You are not old, amma." Ravi said but nevertheless he walked into her arms.

"I do love you, you know that?" she said.

"Yeah," he said, "and I love you too."

Pushpa gently kissed Ravi on the cheek.

"There, that's not so baů..mmpphhh!" Pushpa started to say as Ravi's mouth found hers, his body pushing hers again the wall.

His hands were all over her, rubbing her breasts. He then started to nibble her neck.

"Ravi! Don't start again! If not your unlce, sombody else may come!", she gasped, fighting against him.

Ravi made no reply as they struggled, my sister desperately trying to get out of her son's clutches. The struggling got more fierce. So much so, I started to worry that he try to bang her. I had originally found this all arousing because my sister had succumbed despite her protests. This was different. Pushpa was really struggling now and the way my nephew was acting, I didn't know what he would do.

I started to get up when Ravi pulled his hand off Pushpa's breast and stuck it up her saree. A moment later, Pushpa froze and just gave a deep-throated "Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh".

I just watched open-mouthed at the change that come over her. One minute was she had been struggling in protest, now she was grabbing Ravi's face and locking her lips with his in the deepest French kiss I ever witness.

Groaning and with their hands all over each other, their mouths still clued together, they slid to the floor. Removing his mouth from hers, I saw Ravi start a new struggle now, this time with Pushpa's panties. Pulling her panties down and off her legs, he then pulled his lungi down to his knees in his desperation to once again sheath himself back inside his mother. From the way he was acting, you wouldn't believe he had only fucked his mother half an hour ago.

Ravi got between Pushpa's legs and slowly slid into her, both of them groaning with the effort.

Once comfortably seated, Ravi bent his head down to his mother's as her mouth joined his in a passionate kiss. He then slowly moved his mouth down to her neck as one of his hands started pawing her breasts through her blouse, his arse slowly moving up and down between her legs. All during this, Pushpa just lay there moaning slightly but not resisting in any way.

Slowly, not to disturb them, I pulled my rug back, allowing me to unzip my trousers and take my fresh erection in hand.

Ravi's mouth had by this time rejoined Pushpa's and their kissing was getting really passionate as his arse moved faster.

Gasping, Ravi raised himself onto his arms as he started to throw his hips forward in rapid strokes, causing his mother to gasp and moan. In turn, she raised her legs and hooked them behind the small of his back and she sought to pull him even deeper into her cunt. Gone were any protests. Both of them were now intent on reaching their orgasms.

I started to wank myself harder as Ravi's thrusts got deeper and harder. All I could hear was them moaning and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies hitting each other.

The noise got louder and louder as they picked up speed. Now I started to hear a wet slurping noise of a large hard cock being repeatedly thrusted into a very wet cunt.

I was impressed by Ravi's stamina, they had been screwing for the last 20 minutes but I could see from his wild thrusts that he was almost there. Gasping he pulled his face from hers.

"I'mů>unnngh<..almost there, Ammaů.>unnngh<ůI gotta pull out..<unnngh>"

"No! >uuugggghh<,,,,not now! I'mů>uuunnggh<ůaboutů>unnnnghhh<ůto..to.. ooooooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pushpa shouted as I saw her bury her head into her son's shoulder, clutching him wildly as she started by the looks of it her biggest cum yet.

"Amma!ů>gasp<ůNo, Amma!ů>arrrh<ůI gotta pull outů. ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!". It was too late, his mother was holding on to him too tightly for him to withdraw. Instead, I saw him bury himself as deeply as possible into her. Grabbing her hard, I could see his bum flex as he shot wad after wad of rich potent teenage cum into his mother's belly.

I heard his mother cry out "Oh, Ravi, my darling beta. Nooooooooooooůů.oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" as she shook in orgasm.

My cock trembled as I remembered what she had said earlier and that now Ravi was ejaculating directly into his mother unprotected and fertile womb. Judging from the amount of spunk he had shot off earlier and knowing how fertile young men can be, I was certain that he could get her pregnant easily. In my mind's eye, I could imagine his sperm swimming deep inside her belly searching out an egg to attach to. The thought of her going round with a fat tummy full with her own son's baby was too much. With a suppressed moan, I came in my hand.

I watched as they trembled, locked together. Ravi repeatedly shooting more of his spunk into Pushpa's heaving stomach. Finally, after what seemed an age, Ravi relaxed on his mother and they both lay there recovering.

I had expected that they had finished, but to my surprise (and I fancy to my sister's), Ravi started moving inside his mother again.

"Oh no Ravi, not again!" moaned his mother but she didn't stop him as she lay there gasping while he slowly seesawed into her. After a few thrusts, he stopped and I saw him pull out. He just knelt there with his huge boner sticking up, glistening with their juices.

"Ravi, what? Pushpa gasped.

"Amma, please undress. I want to see you naked" the boy groaned.

Pushpa just lay on the floor for a moment. Then, still panting, she got up and started stripping. Within minutes, she was standing in front of her son, totally naked. Both our eyes bulged as we took in her body (though he had the better view). From the side view, I could see her legs (perhaps a little too skinny) going up to a small peachy arse, up to a smooth back. Her left boob drooped a little against her ribcage. For any age, she looked good but for a woman of 39, she looked great. I felt a tinge in my cock but it was too tired to raise again.

Ravi had no such qualms as he stood up and completely stripped. For seconds (though it seemed longer), the two of them just stood there eyeing each other up. Then Ravi said: "Amma, get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind."

"Oh Ravi!" was all Pushpa said as she quickly complied.

Rubbing his, I imagine aching, hard-on (looking at the size of it), Ravi got down on his knees and shuffled up behind his mother. From my angle, I could not see the actual penetration, but from the looks on their faces and the moans that came out of the mouths, he was slowly but surely feeding himself back into her. By the time his stomach flattened against her arse, I could see a smile of satisfaction on Ravi's face while Pushpa looked like she was in agony with her teary eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she continually moaned. I then realised that from this position, Ravi must had been in her deeper than ever.

This time, he started fucking her in earnest. Grabbing hold of Pushpa's shapely thighs, Ravi started move his hips back and forth. Slowly at first but soon he was speeding up. From my vantage point, I could see his stomach smashing into his mother's backside, making the cheeks of her arse quiver.

The slapping sound got harder and harder as he pounded into her. At first Pushpa was moving her backside to meet his thrusts but I saw that she soon gave that up as he started fucking her even more forcefully. In the end, all she could do was grip the carpet hard, her mouth open as she emitted loud "ugggh"s.

As she started to approach orgasm, she started getting quite verbal.

"Oh yes >uggh< my baby."

followed by

"Oh >unnngh< it feels so good. I love it up me. You are so big! Fuck me, honey. Fuck it up to your balls. I love your big hard cock!"

followed by loud cries as she very obviously came to orgasm.

By this time, they had been fucking for at least another twenty minutes (where does he get the energy from? I couldn't do that even at his age). Ravi had by now moved his hands up to his mother's naked breasts, gripping them firmly as he brutally shoved his large erection so far up her, I was surprised that it didn't come out of her mouth.

On and on they fucked. As before, the room was filled with sounds of bodies (this time naked) slapping together HARD, slurping sounds as a large stiff cock repeatedly reamed a soft wet cunt and the groans of two people in ecstasy.

I lost track of time but finally I sensed that that end was near. Both of their faces, especially Ravi's were showing signs of strain as his thrusts became more and more rapid.

">ummmph< I am going to cum, Amma. >uggggh< Do you want >uunnnghhh< me to pull out?" he groaned.

">gasp< Oh no, Ravi. Fill me, honey, fill me with that thick white spunk! Make me pregnant, put a baby inside me! I want your baby, my beta" Pushpa moaned.

I couldn't believe what my sister had just said. Nor could Ravi as he slammed into her one last time and gripped hard as he so obviously (by his face) started shooting off inside her.

"HERE IT COMES, Amma! Here comes your baby!! ARRRGHHH!"

It must have been a strong ejaculation since I saw Pushpa's eyes bulged and her mouth emitted a long "Ooooooooooooohhhhhh!" as he came inside her. I see his arse as he spurted more of his hot potent seed into his mother's receptive belly, adding to the sperm he had already deposited earlier. 

Pushpa then closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out as she came again, making her son cry out as I imagine her cunt collapsed around his spasming cock.

For long seconds, I watch the two of them just kneeling there, their bodies locked together as they came. But finally they pulled apart, the boy's cock sliding out of his mother's cunt with a wet slap. Even limp, his cock was formidable.

They lay on the floor, arms around each other.

"I love you, Amma" said Ravi,hugging his mother tightly.

"I love you too, my son! " whispered Pushpa, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I should be feeling guilty about making love with my own son, but I am not, Ravi. No one has ever made love to me like that before. I didn't know sex could be that good. I am just in heaven when you make love to me, beta."

"Really?" smiled her son.

"Really!" confirmed Pushpa.

"Better than with Dad?" pushed her son.

"Yes, much better than with your father. Even when he was young. We never make love now. He spends all his energy on the business."

"Then Dad's a fool. You are the sexiest lady in the world and if you were my wife, I would be fucking you every morning, noon and night! And if you are not on the pill, you would forever be pregnant." Ravi continued, slowly bending forward to kiss her and then moving his mouth onto her neck..

"Ravi, " Pushpa giggled, "do you want me to be your wife?"

Then I saw her look down between his legs and gasped.

"I see that you do ..ummph." She was cut off as Ravi kissed her again, this time more ardently.

Within seconds, mother and son were kissing more passionately, now that they had decided to be husband and wife; I could see their tongues rolling within their open mouths.

Not again, I thought. How could the boy keep going? I was knackered and I was just watching.

Pushpa then moved away from Ravi.

"Amma?" quizzed the boy.

"Beta, I got to go and find a clinic. Despite what I said a few minutes ago, I can't risk getting pregnant." Pushpa said getting up and making for her clothes.

But I could see that my nephew was interested in other things (the boy was insatiable) as he got up and with a fresh hard-on sticking up in front of him and started towards his naked mother, herding her towards the stairs. Somehow, I don't think my lusty nephew was going let his mother out of the house, let alone near a clinic for a long time yet.

"Oh Amma! Just one more time, please? I'll be quick!"

"Oh Ravi, you can't want it again. Not so soon!" exclaimed Pushpa, her eyes were glued on the boy's erection as she was slowly pushed up the stairs.

"I can't help it!" replied the boy, "you are so beautiful!" as I saw him lecherously look at his mother.

Despite his mother's protests (which looked pretty half-hearted), Ravi guided her up the stairs and into the spare bedroom where Pushpa slept, closing the door behind them.

Oh to be young again. I was worn out. So much so that I fell asleep.

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When I woke up again, I looked at my watch and found it was around 4 in the morning. I quickly nipped out in the garden for a pee (I couldn't use the toilet). Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee.

The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom.

As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping that the boy was giving his mother. I stood for ages until frozen, but they still carried on kissing, whispering, screwing and sucking. 

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When I left them to it, desperate to get my own end away for the third time that day (haven't done that for a long time), they were in the middle of another good strenuous fuck. 

At times I heard Pushpa giggle loudly, and once give an 'ouch' and reprimanded Ravi for biting her nipples too hard.

After my third cum, I decided it was better to get a room in the hotel down the road for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, I arrived at my house around noon. Pushpa was there waiting for me (I had called her in advance). She did look tired, her hair was dishevelled as if she had just got up. 

I told her that my meeting had finished early but I had to go back to the office for the rest of the day and had only come back to wash and change.

"We are not seeing much of you in this visit." said Pushpa.

"I'm sorry," I said, "you know what work is like. Besides you got Ravi for company."

I saw Pushpa blush and behind me I got the distinct impression that Ravi was smiling.

After I washed and changed, I left them at the front door, got into my car and headed off to the country for the day (well it was my day off).

I wondered how long before they would get started again? 

Not too long, judging by the look on Ravi's face.

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But I did not wonder when I heard two months later that Pushpa was pregnant with her first child by her son/husband Ravi.

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I just thank God I don't have a son though I wonder if my wife would have appreciated it if we had. 

With sons like that, why would wives need husbands?

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End is just a start for them...

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Mother & Son

by : Indain_Flame©

Chapter 01: The Beginning

Madhu walked gingerly down the small trail in the woods of Kodaikanal, looking for the brook. She could hear one down below. She dodged low branches of the lush trees that lined the narrow trail, making her way down to the water for a refreshing bath. She was wearing a knee-length robe over her underwear, and carried a small plastic bag containing her fresh clothes.

She had come to this heavily wooded campsite with her 19-year old son Shyam. It had been their annual ritual during Shyam's spring break for the past five years since her husband suddenly died of heart attack while on a business trip overseas. At the young age of 40, Madhu found herself widowed, with a teenage son to rise. Her older daughter Snehal had gone away to college, and Madhu was left to take care of the household by herself. After the initial shock had worn off, Shyam had told his mother that he would take care of her, and true to his word, he had been an exemplary son, helping out in all the chores, and taking on many of the routine jobs which his father used to do. Madhu had become very fond of her son, and adored him tremendously. She depended on him, and he on her, and they had developed a very strong bond of love between them.

Madhu kept thinking of how the five years had gone by, as she got closer to the water. She could see glimpses of the shimmering surface through the dense foliage, but she was still a few hundred feet above the water. As she turned to her right past a rather large tree, she suddenly came upon a clearing through which she could see the gently flowing stream of water. She stood there, watching the beautiful sight, looking at the reflection of the clouds above, and the thick forest along the bank of the brook. She was about to move on, when she caught a glimpse of a man in the water, as he stepped out and reached for the towel. At first she did not recognized him, but in a moment realized that it was her son, Shyam. 

Madhu watched as he scrubbed himself clean. Her eyes grew in disbelief as he vigorously scrubbed his groin, massaging the whole area as he dried himself. She could not believe the size of his cock as it grew due to the friction of the towel. In a few moments it was stiff, pointing at his belly. She suddenly felt guilty watching her own son like that, and moved on, making her way down to the water. She knew he had not seen her, because she was well hidden by the foliage. Besides, he had been too busy finishing up to realize that she was standing above him.

Shyam looked up as she came down the trail, and smiled.

"Good morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?" He picked up his towel and moved toward her.

Madhu simply nodded, looking at her young son's slim body. He had put on his shorts and tee shirt, and was scrubbing his hair. Shyam gave her a hug, and kissed her on the cheek. Madhu kissed him on his head, and turned to look for a place to put down her bag.

"How's the water, Shyam?"

"Oh, it's great. Very refreshing. I know you will like it. But to really enjoy it, you have to go skinny dipping."

"Not when you are around, Shyam," Madhu replied.

"That's okay, Mom. I understand. I am heading back to the cabin. But I suggest you do go skinny dipping."

"I'll see."

"Okay. I'll see you later. Don't be too long. We have to be at the Dining Hall by 8. You have 30 minutes to get back to the cabin."

"Okay. Now go."

Shyam laughed, as he watched his mother fidgeting and blushing at the thought of going nude in the water. He turned and started walking back up the trail.

"You know, Mom. You shouldn't worry about skinny dipping. You are quite good looking," he said, as he waved at her, and disappeared in the foliage.

Later at the Dining Hall, Shyam leaned over to his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Did you do it, Mom?"

She looked at him blankly at first, and then realizing what he was asking, smiled at him, and said, "Yes, Shyam. You were right. The cool water felt so good against the skin. I feel quite refreshed. Thanks for the tip."

Shyam beamed with joy. He looked at his mother. She looked radiant. She was 45 years old, but looked not a day over 35. She had managed to maintain her slender but well-endowed figure by regular exercise, and as a result, her breasts showed no sag despite bearing two children. She was nearly as tall as her son, who was a few inches less than six feet tall. Because of her height, her otherwise large breasts did not look overly large, and she carried herself quite gracefully. She was a vivacious woman, full of life and energy, and stunningly beautiful. Shyam was very proud of her.

"You look so gorgeous, Mom."

"Thanks honey. You are also quite handsome. What is the plan for the day?"

Shyam told her about the hiking trip after breakfast, and then some outdoor games following lunch and siesta. The campsite people had planned a camp fire at night, if the nice, sunny weather held up through the day. Madhu listened to her son, catching his enthusiasm and joy in the outdoors activities. As she watched his animated face, the earlier sight of him coming out of the water floated back into her consciousness.

Madhu recalled his youthful form, and bit her lip as the memory of his erect organ, jutting out from his golden bush, came back. She looked at his face, and his blonde locks, his narrow chin and straight nose. She found his deep blue eyes very fascinating, as she always had. He was handsome, and now as he became an adult, he had taken after his father, showing signs of the same rugged, athletic look her husband had. She missed her husband very much, but now she was quite happy having her son around. He was the best son any mother could have, and she was very proud of him.

She recalled how, when he graduated from high school, he declined all the offers from big schools, even those that were willing to offer him scholarships, because he wanted to stay close to his mother. He loved her very much, and after his father died suddenly, he made a decision never to leave her alone. She knew he had sacrificed good schools for her, and she was extremely grateful. Now in his second year at the local college, Shyam was very popular with his professors and especially the girls. But he kept the girls at bay, not wanting anything to distract him from his studies and his mother.

Madhu patted his hand, and said, "Which group are you going with?"

"I don't know, Mom. How about you? Aren't you going hiking?"

"I haven't decided."

"Then join our group. I'd love to hike with you."

"Okay. Go and find out which group we'll be in. I'll get ready. Do you suppose I could wear shorts, or should I stick with my jeans?"

"Anything is okay, Mom. You look gorgeous in anything."

Madhu laughed. She knew it was true, but she loved to hear it from her son. She knew he simply adored her, and was very proud of her stunning beauty. She also knew that he was still almost like a child, and quite innocent in the ways of the world, considering he was already 19 years old. 

She got up, and said, "All right, Shyam. I'm going to the cabin. You find out where we are supposed to meet, and get me. I think I'll change into shorts, and your dad's shirt. It is very soft."

"Great, Mom. I'll get you when they are ready to leave. I want to talk to some other kids for a while." He kissed her on the cheek, and left. 

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The hike turned out to be quite an adventure. Shyam stayed close to his mother, making sure she could negotiate the narrow trails which sometimes got too close to the edge of the hillside. They hiked along the trail, circling the brook, and stopped for lunch at almost the same spot where Shyam and Madhu had bathed that morning. Shyam sat next to his mother, and said, "Isn't this the best spot, Mom? Nobody can see you from above until they are practically on top of you. I love the privacy of this place. So how did you like skinny dipping? Will you do it again tomorrow?"

"Maybe, how many people know about this place?"

"Oh, everybody knows about it. But our cabin is closest to it, and so when I come here early, I have the whole place to myself. There is no one to watch you if you want to swim in the buff, or lie naked in the water. It feels great. You should try it, Mom."

"I don't know. Someone could show up suddenly, and then it would be quite embarrassing."

"How about if we come early in the morning, Mom? Nobody gets up before 7. We'll get here by six, and then we'll have a whole hour. How about it, Mom?"

"Won't the water be cold so early in the morning?"

"Not too cold. This brook comes off of a hot spring a couple of miles upstream. So the water is kind of warm. The Indian guide told us last year that the water has many medicinal qualities and cures all skin diseases. He said the Indians always bathe in this water, and the medicine man uses this water to make his medicines. So it would be perfect for us, Mom. Is it a deal?"

"Let me think about it, son."

"You are not sure about skinny dipping in front of me, is that it?", Shyam asked.

Madhu didn't know how to answer him. He was always direct, and candid about how he felt, and what he thought. He was a simple, innocent young man, and that was one quality she loved in her son. So she knew he expected a straight answer.

"I think so, son. I am not sure it would be a good idea."

"Okay, but I think you are making a big deal about it, Mom. I mean, you have seen me naked many times before. And frankly, I don't see why you are shy about it yourself. You have a great figure, Mom. You should be proud of it."

"It's not that, honey. Of course I am proud of my body. But you are not a child anymore. You are a grown up young man. It would be okay for you to be nude in front of me, but not for me to be nude in front of you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I am not pushing. But it is really no big deal. It's not like I don't know what a female body looks like. I have seen pictures in magazines."

They got up, and headed back to the cabin, before going to the Dining Hall for lunch. Madhu said nothing. She did not know if she could handle her feelings and reactions looking at her son's nakedness. She had been shocked to find that the sight of his nude body that morning had caused a mild response from her. She had felt the hardening of her nipples, and a tingle between her legs. She knew it was not a good sign, and so she did not want to confront the situation.

Shyam was quite considerate of his mother. He figured the reason why she had declined was that she did not want him to see her naked body. 

He had seen her slender, curvaceous form many times, and knew she had a very firm and voluptuous body. He had often reacted to her femaleness, especially around the time of her monthly period when her body gave out strong female smells. He had found himself being aroused by it, and also at the sight of her body clad in her favorite silk night dresses which clung to her body. He knew she slept in the nude, just as he did, and had often caught glimpses of her breasts or hips whenever he passed by her bedroom in the morning. He was often attracted to her physically, but had never entertained any erotic thoughts about her. She was his mother, and he simply loved her. And he loved hugging her and kissing her, enjoying the warmth of her body at such times. 

By the next morning, Madhu had reconciled her dilemma. She knew that her son had no lewd thoughts about her. That was not her problem. She was unsure of herself, and she knew it. But she finally decided that nothing would happen between them, for no other reason than the fact that Shyam would not even think about such a thing. She felt confident that she would be all right.

Shyam woke up early, and looked over at his mother, who was sleeping in the next bed. She seemed to be fast asleep. Disappointed, he gathered up his clothes and toothbrush, and headed down the path to the brook. Madhu heard the door close behind him, and woke up. She realized that Shyam had already left for the brook. She decided to surprise him. Quickly gathering up her stuff, she followed him. When he reached the water, Shyam removed his clothes and jumped in. As he surfaced, and shook the water off his hair and face, he saw his mother coming down the trail. He waved at her, and shouted, "The water is quite warm, Mom."

Madhu put down her plastic bag, and removed her robe. Shyam watched her, as her curvaceous body slowly came into view. Madhu removed her night dress, and looked at her son. She was standing only a few feet away from him on the bank, clad only in a panty. She saw him stare at her firm breasts, and her slender waist. Then he looked at her, and said softly, "Mom, you are so beautiful. Come on, jump in the water. It's warm, I promise."

"Thanks, sweetheart, for the compliment. Now turn around."

Shyam turned away from her. Madhu quickly removed her panty, and jumped in the water. Shyam turned back to look at his mother. She surfaced only a few feet away from him, and shook her head to get rid of the water. It was indeed warm. She loved the feel of the water against her bare skin. Shyam smiled at her, and said, "Doesn't it feel great, Mom? I told you."

Madhu swam towards him, and when she came closer, he put his hand out to her, and said, "Come on, Mom. Let's swim together down the stream for a lap." He pulled her by the hand and began swimming, rolling as he went down the stream. Madhu tried to keep up with him, and watched as he rolled on his back, and floated for a while. She could see the wet patch of golden hair between his legs, and his limp cock resting on his flat belly. He saw her looking at him, and flipped over. 

"Come on, Mom. Don't just tread water. Get some exercise. Come on, catch me if you can."

Madhu nodded, and pushed off after him. She was a good swimmer, having won some medals when she was in college many years ago. She chased him around the brook, and as she got closer to him, she ducked under the water to throw him off. Shyam looked back, and realized that she had disappeared. Suddenly, he found himself being lifted out of the water, as Madhu slipped under him and stuck her head between his legs, lifting him on her shoulders. Shyam quickly jumped off, pushing her head down under water, and slipped out of her hands. 

They both surfaced almost face to face, and laughed at the situation. Madhu flung her arms around his neck, and said, "Oh, son. That was fun. You are a good swimmer."

"So are you, Mom. You haven't lost it one bit. You were too fast for me."

Madhu kissed him on the lips, and said, "Thanks. Let's get out of here before someone shows up."

"Okay, Mom. But first I want to hug you. It feels so good."

Without waiting for her reply, Shyam pulled his mother into his arms and hugged her tightly. Their naked bodies clung to each other as Shyam held her tightly by her waist. Madhu felt his organ between her legs. She found her nipples responding to his male body. Before she could do anything about it, Shyam's hands had drifted downward to her butt. He squeezed her firm flesh as he pressed himself into her, and kissed her on the lips. Surprised by his unexpected move, Madhu involuntarily opened her mouth. Shyam instinctively pushed his tongue between her lips, as he had done with some of the girls he had kissed. Madhu let out a moan, as she responded to his deep kiss, pulling him into her by grabbing his butt.

Shyam felt his cock stiffen as their intimacy aroused him. Madhu pulled one of his hands away from her butt, and placed it on her breast. Immediately, Shyam took the other hand also, and gently cupped her firm breasts, kneading the firm flesh in his hands. Madhu gasped, and suddenly came to her senses. She pushed him away, and quickly ducked under water, trying to get away from him. As she slipped under water, and looked up, she saw his erect organ floating in the water, gently bobbing up and down as he began moving away from her. She fought the urge to reach out and touch him, and swam back to the shore. They both got out of the water, and stood facing each other. There was an awkward moment, before Shyam cleared his throat.

"I am awfully sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have kissed you like that."

Madhu found her voice. Looking at his long organ which was slowly losing its erection, she said, "That's okay, honey. I also got carried away. You are a handsome young man. Anyone would be tempted."

Stepping closer to him, she reached out and took his soft cock in her hands. Squeezing it gently, she said, "This is very beautiful, Shyam. You have become a man now."

"Gee, Mom. Thanks," he replied, putting his hand over her as his cock began to harden again. "Your hand feels so good, Mom."

Madhu felt her nipples harden as the feel of his young cock sent shivers down her spine. Licking her lips, she said, "I love the way it is getting hard, son. I want to feel its stiffness."

Shyam didn't have to do anything. The highly erotic situation was enough for his cock to stiffen and extend fully in his mother's hand. She watched in fascination as it stretched and throbbed gently in her hand. She pulled him closer and squeezed his shaft lovingly. Shyam looked at her with eyes full of love and desire. He was clearly aroused, and needed to relieve himself. Madhu sensed his urgency. She said, "Let's get back in the water."

As soon as they were back in the water, Madhu took his cock in her hand and began pumping him slowly. Shyam grabbed her by the waist, and began jerking his hips against her fist, groaning with pleasure. Madhu watched his face, her heart full of love for her wonderful son. Shyam pulled her into him as his orgasm approached.

"Oh, Mom. I can't hold off anymore. Please pump harder."

Madhu parted her legs slightly and pushed the tip of his throbbing cock between her legs. The tip brushed against her bush, and Shyam opened his eyes. Realizing that his cock was pressing against his mother's bush, he groaned loudly, unable to hold off. Panting with desire, he grabbed her buttocks and thrust his hips against her. His cock slipped between her legs and twitched, as he shot his load off against her thighs. Madhu quickly pushed back, and grabbed the jerking cock in her hands, pumping it rapidly to squeeze out all the juice he could spurt. Shyam sighed as he emptied his balls in his mother's palm, and hugged her. Madhu hugged him back, and kissed him on the lips.

"Do you feel better now, son?"

Shyam just nodded, smiling weakly. He was exhausted by the powerful orgasm. He could not believe that his own mother had brought him off. But he felt no recoil, no remorse or disgust. He looked into the eyes of his beautiful mother, and said, "Mom, that was the greatest. How can I thank you? Did we do something wrong?"

"No, son. I was glad to help, darling. When two people love each other, it is okay to share such intimate experiences. But we must leave quickly now. Someone might come any moment."

"Yes. Let's get out of here."

They quickly dried themselves, and put on their clothes. As they made their way up their cabin, they met a young couple going down to the water. The girl asked Madhu if the water was warm. Madhu nodded, and said, "It's great. My son and I had a great time. Have fun." 

The End

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STARTING A POPULAR STORY ON INTERNET... 

MANY OF YOU ALREADY READ IT... BUT I CAN'T CONTROL TO POST IT HERE...

I THINK IT IS THE BEST STORY OF EMOTIONS, DESIRE , LOVE, LUST, ROMANCE, INCEST... ALL SPICES OF LIFE ARE HERE.

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A SON'S THOUGHT OF BEING & BECAME RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS DUTIES TOWARDS HIS MOTHER... &
FOR THAT HE FAUGHT WITH HIS FATHER AS WELL AS THE WHOLE VILLAGE.

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Farming My Mother Bhavani


I had an eye on my mother's body eversince I was 16 and the culprit is my own dad!

We own a small farm in my village. I am Anand and I am 18 now. My mom Bhavani is a housewife and I help dad in handling farm activities. My dad got me out of school two years ago to look after the farm business.

My mother was never a sexual object for me until two years ago, one day my dad took me to the cow shed. We have a nice bull and it was always a sort-after one by other farmers for impregnation of their cows. The bull was born to one of our cows whos is good at producing good calf. But on that day dad had a different agenda! He got the bull with its mother and made him to mount her. Dad said he wanted a pure breed so he was inbreeding them. I said they are mother and son! He said all females are bitches and she will happily let her son fuck her!

I was shy looking at them initially but but as I saw the bull happily mounted his mother and the cow didnot resist! As I saw the bull taking pleasure in fucking his mother, slowly I felt my hands rubbing against my dick. I was surprised how fast the bull mounted her! 

As if it was natural! Neither the son nor the mother hesitated or tried to get away. The bull blissfully smelled her cunt for a while and got up over her and inserted his long dick. I could not help but masterbate myself seeing them and few seconds later, in my imagination, my hand became my mom's cunt. I looked at dad and he was busy doing his stuff. So I quickly went back a haystack and wanked myself looking at the bull and his mother.

That started my adventure of lusting my mother but I always cursed myself. Until we got the internet and stumbled onto mr-double site about two months later. I was surprised how many sons are like me!

I read some stories from your site and started developing lust for my mom! That afternoon I found mom on a nice position in the kitchen which got me to ogle at my mother. She was at the kitchen table doing some cleaning and she spread utensils on the floor around her. Her saree covered arse was pointing at me asking for a caress. My lust took over me and I desperately wanted to grope that arse. Luckily I had jar on the top shelf above mom. 

For the first time, I had guts and went straight and made a fuck gesture with her arse and touched my thighs with hers saying "watchit mom! I need to get the jar!"and pushed her hard while I sandwiched her. Mom was startled before but kept quiet as I got the jar. "You should have asked me!" 

mom said settling out.

"I didn't want to disturb you!" I said looking at her saree covered arse.

Since then I have learnt new tricks in molesting my mother whenever I had an opportunity. Mom sometimes use to joke that she should get me married. 

Probably she realised I was taking pleasure in molesting her but she never told me to stop.

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But the best happened when I saw dad romancing with one of my aunties in a cow shed. 

They both were startled to see me there and were not all happy. Aunty went away quickly but dad stayed there.

"You are not telling this to your mother or your uncle!" dad said authoritatively.

I could not say anything to him but after few minutes I said I need a favour in return.

He asked me what it is!

I said to him "How do you feel if mom does what you do?"

Dad got furious and said "I will kill her!"

Then he said "Why? Is she?"

I said "Not that I know of! But I have plans for her!" I gathered my courage.

"What plans?" he asked.

I kept quiet for a while and said "Dad, if you want me to shut my mouth, then you have to overlook what I do with mom!"

"What will you do?" he asked.

"Same as you do with aunty!"

"You mean..." dad said.

I nodded my head.

Dad was dumbstruck for a minute. Then he said "But she is your mother!"

"Your lover is my aunt too! That didn't stop you!"

"SHUTUP!" dad shouted.

"But what if your mother doesn't want to?" he asked after a while.

"That why I told you to overlook!"

"You mean you gonna force her?"

"Look dad!" I said "You are committing adultry but you were shocked when you heard about me and mom!" I stopped.

"How do you think mom will take?" I asked him.

He was dumbstruck! "No..I can't..." he said.

"Dad! You are having fun here! All I am asking is to overlook me. I am not tarnishing your name by banging a girl or something! All I want you to do is don't heed me and I will forget yours with aunty! I promise everything will be confidential!"

"You are a sick bastard!" Dad said.

"I have your genes dad!" I said as I guessed I had control.

"I will kill you if you make a mistake and blow this out!" dad said.

"I won't dad!" I said.

We both cooled down later and got back to normal life.

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