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So far every thing was going fine, but one day they had to pay for their carelessness. 

Just when, Tarun, after emptying his balls into Nandini's pussy, was moving from her sister, the doors flung open and Janvi was standing at doors shaking furiously. They tried to recover but it was too late. Janvi was awfully mad with anger but she didn't know what to say to her now adult children. She asked them to put on their cloths immediately and told Tarun to go to his room. Tarun put his cloths back and meekly retired to his own room.

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The very next day Nandini returned back to her university. 

Tarun was furious. He was now deeply in love with her sister and her sudden departure has left him shattered. He was terribly missing the fun that he had had with Nandini; her creamy thighs, her gorgeous cunt lips and above all the fuck sessions both had enjoyed so immensely. 

In a short span of time, Nandini had enlighten him about the various facets of carnal pleasure and together they had explored each of them. Be it licking, sucking, fucking, fisting, anal licking, anal fucking; Nandini had tried to educate her little brother in every possible way and her pupil had excelled in every field.

Though, he knew that it was their own fault that they were caught, but he put the blame squarely on Janvi. He was infuriated with her mom for sneaking into their privacy. He was also worried about how Danesh is going to react when he would learn about the incident. He was lucky that Danesh was not in the town and would return only after about a week. 

Tarun knew he had to do something before Danesh's return. After deep thinking a solution finally came to his mind; if he could somehow manage to fuck his mother, she could then be forced to keep mum. The only problem was that how would he going to convince his mother for the fuck. 


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Since the incident he had not even talked with Janvi and both were maintaining a deliberate silence. Janvi was a very religious lady and he was sure that she couldn't be persuaded. 

Slowly the realization came to him. "I am gonna force myself on that old bitch." He murmured to himself. 

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Janvi was in her late thirties . She had come from a very conservative family. She met with Danesh when she was only seventeen and immediately fell in love with him. She was young, innocent and above all very beautiful. Danesh also fell for her charm and they started dating. 

Three months later when she got pregnant they decided to marry. Danesh had completed his graduation and was employed with a good job. When they married she was in four month of pregnancy. Nandini came after five month of their marriage and Tarun one year later.

Danesh was very ambitious and hard working. He devoted most of his Tarun to his carrier and over the year he rose to the position of vice-president of his company. 

Janvi chosen to play a role of a devoted mother and a housewife. She kept herself busy with her kids while her husband was mostly away on one or other official trips. Their sex life was very straight; more like fill it, forget it and that too once in a while. Coming from a conservative family she didn't expect more. 

Danesh was a good husband, a good father and a very caring person and Janvi still loved him very much. But he was so busy with his professional life that he didn't have much Tarun for his family. They had less and less sex now; she didn't even remember when Danesh had fucked her last.

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But, now Janvi was confused. 

The episode between her son and daughter that she witnessed through the opening of door they had forgotten to close, made her baffled. She was not able to explain why she waited for Tarun and Nandini to conclude their activity. Why did she watch through the whole episode without interfering? 

Why there was a sense of some deep hidden excitement within her along with the feeling of shame, disgust, and anger when she watched her son fucking her own daughter? Why? 

She closed her eyes. But the images kept coming back to her; Tarun's handsome face buried deep into her daughter's pussy, Tarun's monster cock moving in and out of her cunt. She felt ashamed and tried to shift her mind elsewhere, but images remained there. She could not understand why it was happening to her. She had always been a faithful wife and a dedicated mother. After initial few years, sex never was a priority in their marriage. Then, why this was happening to her. She had no answer. She was developing new immodest feelings and that was troubling her. 

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Tarun plan was ready and he was geared to act. 

Before his relationship with Nandini, he never had any erotic feeling towards his mother. Janvi appeared too straight to be a good fuck. She was too passive to be able to arouse a nineteen-year-old guy. But now his perception had changed. His plump mother was still very attractive, though she didn't seem to be aware of her feminism. He lately tried to masturbate thinking about fucking her plump cunt and he came so hard that he himself was not able to believe that imagining his own mother in naked could give him such a hard on. 

In the night mom and son took there dinner in the kitchen. Janvi was still buried in her thoughts and was avoiding talking to her son. Once the dinner was finished Tarun broke the silence.

"Mom, I've something to discuss with you. Can I come to your room?"

Janvi looked at her son but didn't reply. Tarun waited for a while and assumed her silence as acceptance.

"Ok, I'll come to you in a while?" He took dishes from the dining table, put them into sink and left for his room. Janvi watched him going and got herself engaged with finishing her routine. 

Once her work was completed she also retired to her room.

Tarun was waiting for Janvi to return to her room and as soon as she closed her door, he was there. He knocked the door lightly.

"Mom, can I come in." Without waiting for reply he entered into room. Janvi was sitting on her bed looking him questioningly.

"Mom, I have something very important to talk to you."

"I know what you want to talk about." Janvi replied rudely. "And make sure I am going to tell everything to your father."

"No mom, you aren't." Tarun's tone was nasty. " I want you to keep this secret with you. Bringing father into it is not going to revert anything. Nandini and I enjoyed fucking each other. You are no one to interfere with our personal life. We both are adult."

"Being adult doesn't mean that you are entitled to sleep with your own sister." She was aghast with the language he was using. " You can't stop me from telling the truth to your father."

"Yes, I am." He retorted. " I will make sure that you don't open your mouth when dad returns. If you don't agree to me, I am gonna fuck you like I fucked Nandini and that will keep you silent."

" How dare you..." She tried to stand in deep anger.

Tarun suddenly grabbed her and pushed her violently to the bed. The next thing she realized that she was lying on the bed and Tarun had climbed upon her and pinning her on the bed. She struggled to get free, but she was no match for a stud like his son. Tarun had come prepared and after pinning her down, one by one he tied her both hands to the sidebars of the bed. Janvi was tossing furiously without any success. 
After finishing with her hands he then tied her both legs also. Finishing his job he left her struggling and climbed down to the side of bed to watched his handiwork. Janvi was lying on the bed in astride position with hands and legs tied to bed tightly. Failing to protect her, Janvi was now crying and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"I am gonna fuck you mom." He laughed triumphantly. "I'll make a slut out of you before dad returns and then you won't be in a position to tell anything. You shouldn't have interfered with our personal life and today you are going to pay for it." His voice was suddenly harsh now. "Are you listening mom? Your son is going to put his cock into your old fucked up pussy and fuck your brains out." 


She closed her eyes in shame.

Janvi had never heard use of such a vulgar language even from her husband. They never used any profane words like cock, cunt during their lovemaking, even when they were young lovers. Now her son was talking in the filthiest of language. She felt helpless and started sobbing, but together with humiliation she also had an entirely new feeling of a concealed thrill. The filthy language used by her son didn't offend her much. His boorish words seemed to have ignited an unknown passion inside her. She felt guilty of her thoughts. Again, the images were back to haunt her. With closed eyes she saw Tarun's thick cock moving in and out of a steaming pussy. 

"I'm ready mom." She heard him saying and opened her eyes. Tarun had already removed all of his clothes and was looking hungrily at her. He was still standing at the side of bed with his fingers gripping his solid manhood. Janvi looked at his cock and a shiver went through her body. She tried to avoid seeing his cock but something inside resisted her from moving her head other way. She could not help looking at his massive cock and balls. Tarun's prick was long and very thick, perhaps thicker than her husband, the mushroomed cock head very round and purple. Thick, curly hair was at the base of his erect prick, and his large balls were hanging below appeared to be full, delightfully full.

"You can't do this to me." She tried to regain her composure. She again felt ashamed of herself by allowing herself to be drawn into the beauty of her son's cock. "I am your mother, it's sin. Please don't do it." The words seemed coming from far. 

Her mind was on turmoil because of the continuous conflicting views generating in her mind. She again stole a good look at her son's cock that seemed to be growing every second.

"Don't preach me, you cunt." He snapped. "I only know that Nandini and I enjoyed fucking each other and you ruined our happiness. You'll have to pay for that. If I can fuck sis, surely I am going to enjoy fucking you also. So be a good cunt and let me fuck you." 

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He winked at her and suddenly grabbed her housecoat and pulled it ferociously. The thin material of cotton could not resist the force of Tarun's pull and in a fraction the torn material was off her body leaving her only in white cotton bra and panty. Tarun laughed loudly, his eyes savoring his beautiful plump mother's semi-naked beauty for the first Tarun. 

Next he went for her bra and it also came off without offering any resistance. Once released from their confinement her big boobs jumped back to life. Janvi was stunned. Her son was forcibly removing her clothes and she was lying helpless with her hands and feet tide firmly. Her moralist background was distressing her but simultaneously a part of her wanted him to continue. 

Tarun had no Tarun to study the conflict going on within his mother's mind. He was busy in pulling off Janvi's panty. Her cotton panty offered some resistance but it was again no match for the brutal strength of the teenager. Slowly it gave away and the tattered panty came out off her thighs leaving her crotch shamelessly expose to the greedy eyes of her son.

With deep shame she closed her eyes again. 

First Tarun in her life she was lying completely naked in front of a man who was not her husband. That the man now eyeing her was her own son made her more uncomfortable. But she also sensed that a hidden delight is suddenly overwhelming her and she was partly enjoying her ordeal. 

She knew that Tarun was now gazing at her naked beauty, her big bouncing boobs, her plump thighs and her thick black bush covering her fat cunt lips. She didn't dare to open her eyes to see him.

Janvi was right. Tarun was lost in the splendor of her mother's naked charm. He had never thought that her plump mother could be so lusciously beautiful. True, she didn't have a vital statistics of a model, but the feminism, her naked gorgeousness was exuding was mind blowing. Her big creamy boobs were lying like two soft mounds of boundless pleasure. Her thick dark brown nipples were looking at him with mouth-watering sensuality. 

His eyes traveled to her crotch. Janvi pussy was cover with jet-black soft fluffy bush making a perfect triangle below her navel and thighs. Her pubic hairs were long and curly clearly indicating that she wasn't concerned about trimming them. Naturally Danesh didn't seem to be taking much interest in screwing his wife. Given that she was tied astride her fat cunt lips were partially open and her clitoris was protruding out of her cunt teasing him invitingly. Tarun felt envious to his father for having in possession this gorgeous cunt for so many years. He felt elated that the same cunt was now under his control and soon his cock would also be exploring its delicious depths. Initial his plans were to pop in his cock down her cunt as soon as she was naked and fuck her maddeningly. But after viewing her mother's stunning cunt he decided against it. This was not a cunt to be ravaged selfishly; this cunt needed all the tender love and sTarunulation before any penetration.

Tarun no longer could resist his temptation, he sat beside her mother and his hands slowly moved towards her thigh. Carefully he touched the fluffy mound between the thighs of her mother. An electric shock ran through Janvi's body. It was a totally new experience, something like when Danesh had touched her there for the first Tarun. The guilt feeling in her wanted her to break the ropes and throw away the hand trespassing in her pleasure area. But the hidden desire was so overwhelming that her all resistance was broken. She felt that even after her the negative response of her conscious mind, her pussy had started wetting. She was afraid that Tarun might also notice it.

Tarun ran his finger along the length of her slit feeling the moist heat emanating from it. His probed her cunt lips and slowly inserted one finger into her mother's love canal.

"No! Please don't do it." Janvi cried with embarrassment. 

But, by then the entire finger was inside her. He moved his finger in and out of her pussy for a number of Taruns and then he pulled it out and tasted the salty wetness with his tongue. 

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"Great!" He sighed licking his finger passionately.

Janvi watched her son sucking his finger that was inside her pussy a moment ago. A fiery passion ran through her. Danesh had never tasted her juice. They never had any sort of oral sex during their lovemaking. What her son did made her whimper but somehow she controlled her sob. A conflict was going into her mind. Her body seemed to enjoy her torment but the mind was still opposing, telling her what she is doing is an illegal behavior. She must ask her son to stop immediately.

Oblivious of her mother's predicament, Tarun sat between her open legs and lowered his head to her crotch. Janvi watched her son's head disappearing between her thighs and first Tarun in her life she felt the touch of a probing tongue over her vagina. Tarun ran her wet tongue along the length of her slit and then started exploring her exposed clitoris. He took her clitoris between his lips and tried to nibble on them. Janvi's body was now completely out of control of her upright mind, the immense pleasure she was experiencing was driving her crazy. 

Tarun's head was now completely hidden into her pussy and his tongue was completely buried into her moist depth. He was fucking her cunt with his tongue. Janvi's cunt has lost its all inhibitions and rewarded Tarun's piercing tongue with her spending. Without any hesitation Tarun continued to slurp her pussy juice. Janvi knew her orgasm is approaching and any Tarun she would explode. She again felt afraid that if she came in his mouth Tarun would immediately know that his vicTarun was enjoying her fix. 

To her relief Tarun suddenly withdrew his tongue form her cunt. During this entire session he had been playing with his cock and as a result pressure had developed in his balls. He wanted to put his cock into his mother's mouth, but he was not sure how would she going to react. His introduction to the world of carnal pleasure was new and his little exposure to women psyche prevented him from comprehending that his vicTarun was no more a vicTarun but a partially willing partner. He decided against putting his cock inside her mouth. He mounted over her stomach and stranded her body between his thighs. His cock was now in level with his mother's massive boobs. He started fucking her boobs furiously. His rod was so hot that Janvi thought that her breast would burn because of the heat it was generating due to friction. Unable to control his impending blast Tarun removed his cock from her breast and started beating his meat. Tarun gripped his cock and began to pound it frantically. Janvi stared with steamy eyes, watching his balls swing while he jacked on his prick. The head of his cock was swelling larger as he beat on it. With a hoarse howl Tarun moved his cock forward, pointing it towards Janvi's face. The head of his cock was a couple of inches away from her mouth.

Janvi saw the inevitable. "No!" She cried disgustedly. But it was too late. The first shot of cum landed directly in her opened mouth that was opened to voice her reservation. Before she could react it was moving down her throat. Her initial thoughts were that she was going to vomit but nothing of that sort happened and slowly she gulped his son's cum down her throat. The hot taste of her son's cum coating her tongue sent a ripple of unknown ecstasy through Janvi's body. It was such a strong ripple; her cunt seemed to explode with an impossible convulsion. Tarun's cock continue to jerk and flying drops of subsequent cum drops drenched her face, covering her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her hair, her neck and finally to her massive boobs. Finishing his job, the boy lifted the torn panty of her mother and cleaned her face and mouth with it. She felt somewhat relieved. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with the intensity of her pleasure that she was trying to hide unsuccessfully.

Tarun slide down his body between his mother's leg, his now limping cock resting against Janvi's bushy nest. He looked at his mother's face. Her eyes were still closed and from her passive expressions he could not guess her actual reactions. Something inside was telling him that his mother was enjoying her rough sex, but he didn't know how to be sure of it. 

Janvi's head was resting on pillow, her long dark hair beautifully spreading about her face. Although she was on her back, her massive boobs were erect like a soft mount of supreme pleasure. Her dark nipples aimed at the ceiling, the dark circles at the base contrasting erotically with the creamy whiteness of her flesh. Keeping aside his thoughts, Tarun cupped his mother's tits in his hands and squeezed them tightly. A sharp cry of pain escaped her mouth. Tarun took one of the cumcoated nipples in his mouth and slowly nibbled on it. She could hear him gasping as he filled his mouth with her rigid nipple cover with his own cum, sucking as if he would like to take every inch of her shapely tit into his mouth. His tongue was burning her soft flesh as he licked with magnificent flicks.

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Tarun continued to explore passionately her boobs, alternating between each of them, chewing them, biting them, teasing with his teeth, every motion of his fluttering tongue sending waves of passion through her body. Slowly his tongue moved to her shaved armpit, he inhaled the musky aroma radiating from it and slowly flicked it making circular motion. It was again a new experience to Janvi; she felt her cunt was overflowing with lust completely drenching her pubic hair from her rigorous spending. Tarun tongue traveled downwards to her navel, licking her belly button for a moment. His head was again close to her bushy thatch. His tongue roamed through the moist bush savoring the taste of her sweet vaginal fluid. 

Finally his tongue strayed to her drenched opening and he was lapping at the sweet nectar seeping through its narrow aperture. Tarun's maneuvers had already initiated a powerful orgasm through her loins, her cuntlips twitching involuntarily filling her sons hungry mouth with bounty of her syrupy juice. Tarun continued lapping her cunt, relishing every drop of his mom's passion fluid. At last her vibrations subsided. Tarun withdrew his face from her cunt. His lips and chin were completely soaked with her pussy juice that he was trying to slurp with his greedy tongue. 

With delirious eyes Janvi stole a glance at Tarun's cock. It was again rock hard and was just hovering above her pussy lips. Deep inside she felt proud of her creation. The monster she created twenty years ago was now ready to penetrate its place of origin. Her moralistic mind again warned her of inevitable, she wanted to ask him to stop before it's to late, but her passion soaked body refused to listen to her mind. Her body, her soul wanted his son to continue with his exploits. 

Tarun's eyes were fevered with lust as he looked from his mother's tits to her plump stomach, her dimpled belly button and her fluffy triangle of soaking cunt hair.
As her son looked over her body, Janvi's hands tickled to caress his rigid organ, his sagging balls, to hear her son moan with pleasure. She felt helpless for not being able to feel his cock. 

Tarun took his cock into his hand and slowly guided it to her moist opening. She felt the inflated head of her son's cock nudging at her steamy opening. She felt his thick organ parting her moist lips and easing out slowly into her pleasure canal. Her pussy stretched about his hard cock. She felt her soft vaginal muscles engulfing his massive manhood and slowly his piercing monster was buried completely into her, his balls touching cheeks of her ass. Janvi's cunt pulsated tightly about his hardness. Neither moved for a while. 

Tarun let his weight down onto her, his chest crushing her rounded, spongy tits. He drew his mother into his arms as his ass began to recoil, his cock fucking in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Janvi could feel every thrust of his cock; feel the thump of balls against her hot ass cheeks. She wanted to grab her son's naked ass to pull him into her with all her might, wanted to close her flabby thighs about her son's hips, scissoring him so that his cock could explore the deepest of her pussy, but she couldn't. She cursed her predicament.

Tarun face was buried into her smooth armpit and his eager tongue was lapping it fervently. His hot, erratic breathing was burning her flesh. Finally she lost her control and surrendered to the overwhelming lust. Her body was now totally free from the clutches of her mind. She moaned violently and lifted her ass to welcome his powerful thrusts and started writhing with pleasure to match his poundings. Tarun immediately realized her reciprocation; he was now sure of his gut feeling, his mom was enjoying her fuck. Sensing it, a blast of passion ran through his loins. It was no ordinary fuck, he was fucking his mom and she too was responding with great gusto. Passionately, he doubled the thrusting and his piston moved more fanatically in and out of her soft cylinder. 

"Oh, Mom! Ooooohhh, Mom!" Tarun was breathing heavily. He forced his hands down the grinding cheeks of her ass, clutching those naked mounds to lift her cunt closer to his cock. He began to stab up and down frantically, his cock fucking deep into her absorbing cunt, his balls beating upon her wriggling ass. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as he fucked faster. Janvi also kept her torso high, trying to accommodate his increased onslaught. Beads of sweat rolled down their body. Both were gasping for air. Janvi could able to sense her impending orgasm, second in one day. Never before she had cum twice in a single fuck session, but never before she had been fucked like his son was fucking her now. Janvi's pussy was sweltering the rigid flesh of her son's cock, the wetness clinging to him as she thrust her cunt wildly against him, her sobs of delight growing louder as they fucked.

With a loud grumble, Tarun forced his cock deep into his mother's pussy. She felt the gargantuan throbbing of his son's cock and exquisite spurt of his love juice. She felt his flooding hot cum irrigating her desolate vaginal depths, triggering her own orgasm. She cried with pleasure as her pussy gripped his squirting cock, the involuntary contractions of her orgasm sucking his prick like a hot, hungry mouth, her insatiable cunt sucking his sweet nectar from his balls. 

After emptying his balls, Tarun slumped his exhausted body over her mother. Janvi's dazed eyes were closed with the exertion and fulfillment. After a while, she felt Tarun moving away from her body, his cock moving out of her cunt with a loud plop; but she didn't bother to look at him. She wasn't even aware when Tarun untied her hands and legs. She was deeply engrossed in her thoughts. 

She was not confused now. The images were back again, Tarun's cock moving in and out of a hairy pussy. She knew that the pussy in the images didn't belong to her daughter. It was her own pussy. She was always dreaming about it, she wanted it from the very beginning, from the day when he caught her son and daughter fucking each other. Perhaps she always wanted it throughout her life but her moralist upbringing had confused her vision and she could not interpret her true feelings. She felt glad that her son decided to force himself on her and in the process he brought out the true women hiding behind the facade of an ordinary housewife.

She opened her eyes and looked at her son lying beside her, his hands smoothly stroking her thighs, he was trying to read her expressions.

"Aren't you going to get up mom?" He asked mischievously grinning ear to ear.

"No son, mom is still hungry." Her hand moved down to his thigh and she took hold of his flaccid cock. "Can you make it ready again for you mummy."

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A Mother's Command

by = mintabal3239

I am Viswam. I am a twenty year old student of an engineering college in Chennai, India. 

This is my story.

My story is very strange. The problem is I do not know whether I am a hero or a villain. I think my deeds are pure but the world without second thought would say that I have plumbed the depth of ignominy. 

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My home is on the seventh floor of a high rise block of flats in Purasawalkam, a crowded ancient part of Chennai. My father owns a shop selling electrical goods. My mother is a teacher in a middle school within walking distance of my home. 

The fourth member of our household is the top servant woman. She comes in the morning at seven and after washing the dishes, sweeping the house, laundering, and helping my mother with cooking leaves at ten for a fast food restaurant where she is the specialist samosa folder. 

Though only 32 she is a widow having lost her husband to the popular brew called arrack. She and her two children aged 10 and 12 live in a tiny house at the end of our street. 

By the time the top servant woman finishes her chores at ten we three would have left for our duties. 

I leave at eight, my father shortly before nine and my mother shortly after nine. 

As all four have a house key each that is no problem. 

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One morning I had forgotten to take the exam application form. It was the last day for submission so I rushed home. It was a few minutes past ten. I used my key to get in. I collected the form and was filling it when I heard the door click open. 

I heard something heavy and soft thud on the divan. It was the maid bringing in the laundry that she had hung to dry on the terrace. She could not have known that I was in the house. As she was folding the clothes she was humming a tune. I have never heard her warbling before. She sang well. I could hear her open the clothes almirah to replace the folded clothes. The singing now emanated from the kitchen. Her work for the day was over but she was in no great hurry to leave. I thought she was taking some rest before leaving for the fast food joint. It was not so. She was waiting for something more sensational. 

I heard the door open once again. 

I wondered who it could be. 

A male voice spoke.  "Taruni," it said. 

I froze. 

It was my father's. 

That was the maid's name. 

I have never heard my father talking to the maid least of all calling her by name, and here he was calling her most lovingly. 

I silently moved to the next room and climbed to the loft in that room. At one end of the loft there is a gap in the wall blocked with wooden trellis. It overlooks the kitchen. I crouched comfortably in the darkness and had a ring-side seat to watch the thrilling event that was now to take place. I admit that my action was unworthy of a gentleman. 

My father and the maid were in a tight embrace. Soon he was peeling off her clothes. The sari was the first to go and then the blouse and bra and finally the skirt. The woman was naked. Lean and comely she had a shapely pair of breasts that sagged just enough to enhance their beauty; her buttocks were firm and her pubic mound nicely convex. She was not clean shaven but had trimmed the pubic hair short. I could criticize my father's morals but not his taste. 

His wife, my mother who is just 38 is prettier, but of course wife's good looks never stood in the way of a husband seeking mistresses. The maid now went about preparing soup from a can that she opened. My father sat and watched the naked girl at work. He must have enjoyed the sight. He must also have passed on his taste for seeing naked girls do homely chores to his son for I found that sight most erotic. 

My father was now moving stools and chairs about as if he was a ring master in a big cat show in a circus. He placed a large stool against the wall and a chair against it. It was a well practised move. It was of course apparent that this affair has been going on for months. I wondered what this odd arrangement of chair and stool was for. I got the answer soon enough. Taruni sat on the stool with back against the wall. My father sat on the chair facing her. 

Taruni lifted her feet and placed it on either side of father's thighs. She had her thighs widely apart and her vulva was in grand display. Father who had by now discarded his clothes was holding the soup bowl in one hand and as he sipped his other hand was either kneading her breasts or rubbing her clitoris. From time to time as if to vary the taste he took a sip from one or other nipple. Soon the soup bowl was empty. 
Incidentally even though my father offered her soup she declined. The maid knew were to draw the line in a master servant relationship!

The time was now ripe for the finale. 

They had a well practised routine. My father who is strong and well built lifted Taruni in the folded state she was in and planted her on the table used for kitchen work. From my hide I could she her spread thighs and her vulva with lips parted. My father then took his erect and good sized penis towards the vaginal opening and she helpfully took hold of it and inserted it in. Both were in a pumped up state owing to the strange foreplay. Judging from the movements and the moaning they must have had their climaxes in unison. 

They held on to each other for quite a while and then they parted. Taruni climbed up the sink and washed her vulva. 

Even in that tense moment I wondered what my mother, a stickler for cleanliness, would say if she knew the unusual use her maid was putting her sink to. 

They dressed quickly. 

A brief hug and my father left and after resetting the furniture she left. 

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But I did not. I had an urgent task to perform. I went to the bathroom and masturbated. As so often happens in our world it is the innocents who sneak out. I left like a thief, looking this way and that.

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The stirring event that I witnessed was not a shock to me. My father was a womaniser. That was no secret. He has been the star of several scandals. My mother must have had it out with him in her earlier years but now she was reconciled to it. She rarely spoke to him and they slept in different rooms. 

What was disturbing was that the affair should be happening under our roof and involving our maid with a thriving family. It did not look good. I felt deeply for my mother, a gentle and kindly teacher much loved by her pupils. If she comes to know of it even her resilience would not be enough. I thought about it in the days that followed. 

I decided that my mother needs me. 

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For the next few days I watched the maid as she went about her duties. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to show that she was carrying on a spectacular affair with the master of the house. My father gave nothing away either. 

They of course never spoke to each other and my father hardly ever looked in her direction. They were communicating with each other of that there was no doubt. That afternoon the maid was waiting for him with soup bowl and can with opener ready. When and how he sent his messages I know not.

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A fortnight later on my return from college I noticed my mother's eyes red and swollen. I asked her if she was weeping. She said that she had missed her weekly oil bath and that was the reason her eyes were red. I was not convinced. Eyes can get congested if one does not take oil bath on the day it is due but they do not swell. 

"Ma," I said holding her with both hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes, "tell me what's your sorrow."

"Nothing, like I said I missed oil bath," she said. We were in eye contact. She tried to look away but some force impelled her to keep her eyes from turning. 

I could see tears collecting and then pour down the cheeks. She fell into my open arms and sobbed.

"Mother darling, tell your son your troubles. I will see what can be done." We held tightly to each other. It is not in our culture for grown up sons to hug mothers this way. With daughters it would have been natural. 

But she was in such distress and so much in need of support from her only friend that spontaneously we hugged. 

After a while her sobbing subsided. Then she spoke.

"Your father," she said between sobs, "is carrying on with Taruni."

"Your maid?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"I saw with my own eyes."

"How?"

"I came home early this afternoon because the school closed. I opened the door. I saw your father's shoes in the rack and also Taruni's slippers. I got suspicious. There has never been anything in their behaviour for me to suspect anything but one can never say with a man like your father. Silently I went to his bedroom. There was nothing there. I went to the kitchen and peeped in. And there I saw them united in sex." She broke down once again.

"You know what I did Visu?" she said amidst sobbing, "Like a thief escaping from a house I silently sneaked back to school. Your father has reduced me to that state." I held her and spoke endearing words into her ear as she wept. It was a while before she calmed down.

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing." Suddenly her eyes went dry and glinted with determination. "I have thought about it and I have decided what my course of action should be. I will pretend that I know nothing. I cannot mend your father. That's for sure, and I can't lose the best servant maid I have ever had. I will accept the situation and move on." Psychologists have so far not written about the Indian mistress and her top servant woman. When they do, as they doubtless would, they may find it possible to explain the surprising response of my mother to the satisfaction of the unbelieving readers of this chronicle.

My mother quite spontaneously has found a way out of the impasse. She would need my support to move on.

[usaiha2]

"Don't worry Ma. I will take father's place. I'll protect you, care for you and see to it that you are happy. 
She nestled closer to me. We were on the sofa. I was on my back and she to one side of me. We were cheek against cheek and I was kissing on all parts of her face and she was passively but willingly accepting my kisses. She was on the edge of the sofa continually slipping and I had to be pulling her up. I thought it was better to sit up. Still holding her I sat up and then pulled her to me. 

My hand happened on one of her breasts as I was pulling her up. Even before I could remove the hand she placed her hand on my hand. To me it appeared that she wanted to assure me that she knew it was unintentional. Once again tried to release my hand but mother put pressure on it and would not allow my hand to go. My first assumption was wrong. 

She was telling me as plainly as if she had spoken that she liked my hand on her breast. I gave her reason to believe that I liked it too. This is what happened. The cuddling and the contact with the breast brought on an erection. My penis was hard and it was pressing the cleft of her buttocks. No way could she not have felt it over her thin sari. It was at that moment that son's love for his mother and mother's love for her son took on an added dimension.

Our hands remained frozen for some time and then mother squeezed my hand which in turn squeezed her breast. Whatever doubt remained was now gone. Shamed by the enormity of her action she got up and without a backward look hurried to the kitchen. I sat still dizzy from what had happened. My mother was demanding a more intimate relationship with her son. She had the need. She had none with her husband and a woman of 36 who was still menstruating is bound to have sexual desires. It was my responsibility to do what my mother wanted. To the world it might appear to be the most heinous of deeds but to me it was a mother's request in her desperation and it thus had the force of a command. I had to obey. 

Mother soon came out with a tumbler of coffee. She handed it over but was looking away. She could not bring herself to look at her son after she had expressed sexual love for him. I was amused to see her behave like a teenager. It was tender. I drank the coffee and then went to the kitchen as if to place the used cup in the sink. Mother was busy peeling potatoes. I stood behind her.

"Mother, turn round and look at me." She bent her head and giggled like a school girl. I held her by the shoulder and turned her. She would not lift up her head. I bent down to look up at her. She turned her head the other way. 

"Hold my hand," I said. I offered a hand and she held it.

"Now once again do what you did a few minutes ago." She would not. 

I reached for her cheek and kissed her. "Mother darling you must," I pleaded. I kissed her on the forehead, eyes, cheeks, neck, nape of neck every where except the lips. "Mother darling please." 

And then slowly and deliberately she lifted up my hand that she was holding all the while. She took my hand behind the pallav of her sari and placed it on her bare breast. I gasped. At what point she had bared her breast I know not. It was so soft and yielding. I could feel the firmness of the nipple. She pressed my hand as if to squeeze. I needed no second invitation. I squeezed on my own and then with two fingers I plucked the nipple. We hugged and kissed passionately on the lips. 

"Now like a good boy you get on with your other duties," she said. Other duties, indeed! I left.It was late in the evening. Nothing more was possible till late afternoon of the morrow. 

[usaiha2]

3

I had a busy time in college the next day. My professor, two of my classmates and I were intensely at work preparing for a presentation. 

I came home a bit late and immediately after had an accident. I slipped in the bathroom. I managed not to fall but in the process sprained the small of my back. I hobbled back to my room. 

Mother made me lie face down on the bed and rubbed ointment to my back. She said that very hot bath after the ointment had seeped in was a certain cure for back ache. The geyser was not to be trusted to deliver really hot water. She heated up water to near boiling in the oven and carried it to the bathroom. I moved with gingerly steps to the bathroom not savouring the prospect of scalding. 

Mother was getting the buckets ready for mixing the water. I had to undress. For a moment I hesitated and then I removed my shirt and then my lungi. Once again I was naked in front of my mother but for the first time after attaining adulthood. I was far from being shy. It was thrilling. I watched for mother's reaction. There was none. For all the effect it produced in her I could have been a three year old.

She tested the water with her fingers before pouring it down my neck. She gave me a bath as I sat on a stool. It a delightful to feel her soft hands applying soap to my face neck and body. It was at this moment that I got an erection. There was no way I could hide it. Even if I could I would not have. I was proud of it and wanted my mother to see her son in all his manly glory. 

Mother once again took no notice of the change. She did my body and then the thighs and legs. When she was doing my legs my penis often touched her. She did not seem to notice it. Finally she came to the scrotum. She washed it with such delicacy that when she rubbed my testicles I felt no discomfort. The penis meanwhile was erect pointing upwards as it always does. Mother then collected some soap from the pubic hair and rubbed the penis.

"You are tense Visu for quite some time now," said mother, "it is not good to leave you like this. Can I jerk you off?" It was a stunning statement for a young man to hear from his mother. 

I was speechless. "Why no answer. If you feel shy you can do it after I leave."

"You do it mother," I said. Mother pulled a slightly lower stool and sat on it. Then she collected more soap from the pubic hair and expertly worked her hand up and down my penis. 

She looked up.  "Am I doing it well," she asked.

"Wonderfully mother," I said. I was working up to ejaculation using my mother as the fantasy object. 

"Faster Mom, I am coming." Mother speeded up.

"Closer to the tip mother," I said. I was losing grip altogether. I inserted my hands under her blouse. The press buttons gave way and the blouse opened out. I cupped both bare breasts. Mother was working with speed.

"Your hands would get soiled mother," I said.

"You don't mind me. I want it soiled," she said in an emotion tinged voice. I could feel the semen coming. 
At that moment one hand of mine almost without my knowledge slid between the sari and abdomen and reached the clitoris. Her vulva was wet all over. She was tense too and as much in need of release as I was. As I rubbed the delicate firm knob that was the clitoris I ejaculated and she climaxed. 

Mother and son were on each other in one writhing mass. 

Semen was all over her. 

Soon she was in the nude too as we gave each other a bath. I soaped every part of her giving extra attention to her breasts and vulva. 

Then we wiped each other and then we lay on the bed in a tight skin to skin embrace. 

[usaiha2]

4

When I woke up mother was not by my side and I found a lungi round my waist, apparently my mother's handiwork. I checked the time. I had been asleep for a little less than an hour. 

I freshened myself and went in search of my mother. 

She was in the drawing room. 

"Ma, what's the matter? Why are you sad? Still thinking of father?" 

"She turned towards me and shook her head.

"Then what?"

"My behaviour towards you was totally unworthy of a mother."

"Ma, I don't agree. Your husband has disowned you and has taken your maid as his mistress and is having sex with her in your own kitchen. You are young enough with normal, legitimate urges. To whom can you turn but your son? He has to take over all the duties that your husband has to perform but does not. No, Ma you are right in seeking your son's help and your son will only be performing his duty."

I was not lusting for sex. When my mother squeezed my hand over her breast I could sense how desperate her need must have been for her to make such a gesture. I was duty bound to follow up. I held her hand and drew her towards me. I put my arm round her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. She placed her arm round my neck and rested her head on my chest. We sat for a long time holding each other. Mother nestled into my arms and I kept kissing her repeatedly on the cheeks.

"Darling Ma, come we will move to the bedroom," I said. 

She turned and looked at me as if to say 'are you sure we will be doing no wrong?' 

"Absolutely," I said answering her thoughts.

She was wearing a light blue skirt and white loose top. I removed the top and pulled the knot on the skirt tape. The skirt dropped with no opposition from her. I removed my lungi and we lay down pressing against each other. Gradually mother relaxed and was getting sexually excited. Bare bodies rolling about in total contact is a pleasure that has to be experienced. It was pleasant to feel her breasts against my body and my thighs against her vulva. 

She must have loved it too for she often pressed her breasts on me and as often put her leg over me and came closer to let her vulva rub my thighs. At times she would leave a little bit of vulval moisture on my skin. One cannot imagine anything more exquisite than that wetness. This went on for quite a while. She then sat up and pulled my head to her lap. She offered a nipple that I first sucked and then bit with lips covered teeth. She held my cheek and mumbled tender baby talk. It was a pure mother-child moment. She now lay back and spread her thighs. I took this as a hint for me to lick. 

"Why are you looking at it like that," she said for my eyes were riveted on her vulva.

"I was wondering how so big an object as myself could have come out of that small opening," I said.

"I often wonder too," she said.

"You are very wet," I said. She indeed was for the secretions from her vulva had spread to her inner thighs,"

"It has never happened before," she said. "You must be the reason." The prolonged foreplay had aroused her to a high pitch of excitement. She climaxed almost immediately to my stimulation. 

I then got on top. We made eye contact as she held my penis and inserted it in. She smiled uncertainly. The feeling that she must be doing wrong still lingered. She was so wet that it slipped in as if sucked. It was not an emotional moment for me. It was as if I was performing something that I have to do. 

We had a massive orgasm. Exhausted we snoozed in each other's arms. 

--

This was to become the routine but never more frequently than once every three or four weeks. The rest of the days we were like any mother and son. I suppressed my urges and took no initiative at all. 

I was doing it for her. That much was clear. She had a curious way of indicating that she wanted me. She would wear the blue skirt and the white top, and of course her body language was very expressive.

Our home is now working to the changed rhythm. My mother and I never return home at odd hours lest we disturb father and Taruni. My father and the maid have a free run of the house in the early afternoon hours. 

One unexpected fall out was the disappearance of the background resentment against the husband that was poisoning her mind. That and the wonderful new relationship with son has made her a very happy woman. 

5

As I put down my experiences on paper it slowly dawned on me that I have not done anything that I should be ashamed of. 

I may not be a hero but I certainly deserve credit for doing my filial duty.

[usaiha2]

Me and my son

It hasn’t bothered me for some time now. It used too. Perhaps many or even most of you will think that it should. But the fact is, at this stage in my life, my relationship with my son chandhu is to us, the most natural, the most beautiful, the most pure coupling imaginable. We are both secure in the strength of our love both filial and physical. 

We first consummated our love as male and female when he was but seventeen. Perhaps at that tender age, there was unfairness in the division of power between us. What boy of seventeen could truly resist the charms of an attractive woman even those of his mother? What boy could exercise true free-will when confronted with the beauty of his mother unabashedly desiring him to be inside her? 

This no longer concerns me. 

Years later, my son is now certainly of an age where his decisions are truly his own. A breathtakingly handsome man, he’s had the opportunity to sample other women, exquisite women. 

But always, he has returned to me. He has returned to his mother. 

How did our relationship turn from a normal, loving, nurturing relationship between mother and son to the animalistic, passionate romance that we now enjoy? When did that first spark of sensuality burn between us? It is difficult to say but what follows will be an attempt to portray to you the reader a sense of the love, the passion, and the depth of our bond. 

When my son chandhu is inside me, nothing else matters in this world. 

I shall try to express why. 


--

[usaiha2]

It's all started When chandhu was sixteen, he moved in with me. He had been living with his father, my ex-husband, for some time but tensions were building between them. He was particularly offended by his father’s treatment of me after our divorce. I think he just grew weary of constantly defending me from the endless tirades my ex directed towards me. Eventually, he left his father to move in with me. 

I had mixed feelings about this. I love my son dearly but I had grown to appreciate my privacy. I had no concerns about modesty. I could wear whatever I wanted around the house...or go naked. It was my choice. Also, since my divorce, I had begun to enjoy the company of men. I dated. I had men over. And sometimes, they were invited to share my bed. 

The all Indian metro lived divorcees doing in my way I assure that. 

But now, I had a young adolescent living with me. Things had to change. Out of respect for my son, I voluntarily elected to compromise my freedom... I felt I needed to shield my son from the realities of my sex life so the men were gone, banished. This was quite difficult. I am by nature an extremely sexual woman. Also, I promised myself that from now on, I would dress more "conservatively" around the apartment when he was at home. 

--

At first, all of this was not a problem. I simply subjugated my libido by throwing myself into my work and into the nonstop effort of taking care of my boy. Actually, we turned out to be quite good roommates. Unfortunately, old habits are difficult to break. Occasionally, I would forget the impact that my physical appearance could have on an impressionable, rapidly maturing young man. 

You see, without wishing to brag, I must tell you that I am quite a beautiful woman. At the time, I was 38 but few would guess that. I’m a black with piercing eyes. My skin is like alabaster since, because of my delicate complexion, I have never been a sun-worshipper. This fact has served me well and has contributed to my overall youthful appearance. I’m tall, slim but not skinny. My body is definitely feminine. I have full, rich curves in what I take to be the right places judging by the admiring stares I often elicit from men at my gym. Very often after a work-out, I like to examine my shape in the women’s locker room. 

My ritual is fairly structured. I’ll strip my leotards off my sweaty body and, completely nude, will walk to a large wall mirror. I check myself out, turning this way and that oblivious to the averted glances of the other women to my rather impromptu "demonstrations". 

Every once in a while, a woman will catch me alone and tell me what lovely breasts I have or what a great ass I’ve got! 

At any rate, sometimes the power of my appearance on the sexual drive of a maturing boy is lost on me. Occasionally, I’ll forget and wear something a little too risque around the house. Nothing obscene, but sometimes inappropriate: little under skirts and perhaps a tee-shirt without the formality of a brassiere underneath. Maybe I’ll forget and amble out of my bedroom in one of the skimpy negligees I’m fond of sleeping in. 

[usaiha2]

Chandhu has caught me dressed in such a manner and I could clearly sense the effect I’d had on him. Sometimes he’d be embarrassed, sometimes anxious. He was never casual about it though. 

One time, I was taking a shower and I’d run out of soap. My shower was so hot and steaming and wonderful and the apartment was so cold, I figured I’d spare myself the shock of going into the hallway for more soap. 

So I called out to chandhu to have him bring me some. After perhaps a minute, I heard the bathroom door open. I figured that chandhu would simply leave the soap on the counter. I was quite surprised when instead; he opened the door and handed it to me. There I was, steaming water cascading over my utterly nude body, my son gazing at me as he gave me the soap. 

He stood there for no longer than a second. However, I’ll never forget the look on his face in that instant. He was speechless, stunned, his eyes wide open. He glanced at my large breasts, the nipples erect in the moist heat. His gaze then drifted to my cunt, which had just recently been trimmed. 

Lastly, he looked up at my face. It was obvious that he was embarrassed even mortified at his transgression. He quickly closed the door and stepped out of the bathroom leaving me to ponder over what had just happened. 

-

That night, and many nights since, I pictured in my mind’s eye, the image of my son as he gazed at my wet, naked body in the shower. It very quickly became clear that his expression was more than just normal adolescent male curiosity. It was the undeniable expression of lust that I’d seen from men a thousand times in my life. What was perhaps most surprising was not this realization but my reaction to it. 

I found myself pleasantly excited. The thought that I actually turned on my own son became strangely thrilling to me. 

Weeks went by since the soap incident. 

--

[usaiha2]

But then another event occurred that rather surprised me. 

One day, I was particularly exhausted after a very long day at work. I went into my bedroom and got undressed. I slipped into my favorite nightie (a big favorite of my ex-husband). Thinking my son would be out for several hours with his friends, I went into the living room to watch television. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the sofa. 

I don’t know exactly what it was that caused me to awaken. My eyes slowly drifted open and there was chandhu, standing silently over me. He’d apparently been watching me as I slept. As my consciousness gradually returned, I noticed that in lying on the sofa, my nightie had ridden up my side revealing my entire right thigh and providing my son with an unobstructed view of my cunt. 

I had no idea how long he’d been standing there but as he became aware that I had awakened, his eyes caught my own. He smiled embarrassed and immediately darted off. I rearranged my nightie, got up and went to my bedroom to again return to sleep. 

The strange look on my son’s face never left me until I finally drifted off. 

--

These events lingered in my mind. My son was clearly turned on by my physical presence. This reality became more and more exciting to me. Certainly, I knew that like all boys his age, he masturbated. He’d spend an undue amount of time in the bathroom. I’d find an occasional playboy under the mattress in his bedroom. I knew what he was doing. I never brought it to his attention or sought to embarrass him over what I took to be a completely normal activity. 

But lately, I had discovered something new. My own panties would turn up in the laundry hamper with obvious semen stains... An expensive brassiere would turn out to be missing from my dresser. 

So my son found me physically desirable. Could it also be that I filled his fantasy life as well? When he ejaculated on my panties, did they serve as an impersonal fetish? Or were they a direct link to his recollections of me, of my body, of my own sexuality? Did my own son fantasize about making love to his own mother? 

The very idea was incredible! It repulsed me. Yet at the same time it was wonderful! I tried to push the thought out of my mind but always, my mind returned to it. Perhaps my own forced celibacy was playing tricks on me. In truth, I was incredibly horny. I seemed to walk about in a constant state of arousal. I felt like I was on the verge of exploding at any moment. At times, I would even go into cold sweats and late night shivers. 

[usaiha2]

One day, my son and his friend were in our garage lifting weights. I rarely bothered him when he was working out. For some reason though, I came into the garage to ask them if they wanted a cold drink. The two boys were stripped to their gym shorts and nothing else. Their bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat. 

Now anvar, my son’s friend was certainly a handsome young man with a very nice body. But I was stunned to notice how strong and muscular my own son had become. His physique was becoming very impressive. 

Chandhu looked quite masculine with his shortly-cropped blond hair and his rich tan. My son was getting to be quite tall, certainly several inches taller than me (and I’m five-foot-eight). His body was developing wonderful definition and mass. The bench-pressing he was obviously doing was building a powerful, well-shaped chest that would be the envy of older more mature men. He was downright magnificent! 

At that moment, as I compared him to his good-looking friend, I was proud of how my own son clearly excelled. Suddenly as I was looking at him standing there in his little shorts, I found myself becoming very hot for him! It was as though a flood of female hormones surged through my very being. I don’t know if he noticed the rapid change that came over his mother at that moment, but I knew that I had to leave the garage. 

--

That night, was the first time in my entire life as a mother that I masturbated while fantasizing about my own son. 

But it wasn’t to be the last. I found myself fantasizing about him constantly. My mind would drift to images of him in all stages of undress. I pictured us making wild, passionate love. It was insane but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop imagining my beautiful son, on top of me, showing his mother just how virile and masculine he really was, showing his mother just what he was capable of doing to a woman. 

I began to speculate on the state of his male "equipment". His father was enormous. Was the son as exuberantly endowed? I had no idea. I’d not seen this part of his body in many years. I found myself checking out his crotch in the hopes of unraveling this mystery. My suspicions were that he was but it was so difficult to tell. 

Eventually, I was to find out quite unequivocally. 

[usaiha2]

One night, I was particularly aroused. I was so missing the physical company of men that I felt as though I was going out of my mind. I simply could not expunge images of my son from my thoughts. I had a glass of beer and then made my way to my bedroom. I closed the door (or so I thought), turned out my overhead light and walked over to the side of my bed. The only illumination in the room was a small nightlight. 
Slowly, sensually, I stripped off my clothing. I unsnapped my skirt and removed it from my torso. I unbuttoned my silk blouse and slowly drew it over my shoulders. There I was clad only in a pastel blue, lacy brassiere and a matching pair of French-cut panties. I still had my stiletto pumps on. 

What I didn’t realize was that I had not thoroughly closed my bedroom door. Silently, it drifted ajar by perhaps eight inches. 

My son, dressed in his pajamas and himself ready for bed, had ambled by my bedroom and apparently noticed the open door. He stopped, peered in and seeing me in the process of undressing, elected to stay and watch surreptitiously. 

At this point, I reached behind and unsnapped the clasp of my brassiere. I lowered it down off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. 

Unknowingly, chandhu had a perfect profile view of my firm, well-shaped breasts as they stood proudly forward. I tweaked my nipples hard between my thumbs and index fingers. The delicious twinge of pain caused them to come immediately to attention... I fondled my breasts lovingly, savoring the sensation. 

I then reached down and ever so slowly drew my panties down my smooth, creamy thighs. I let them fall down my calves and over my delicately turned ankles. I stepped out of them still wearing my heels. I was now completely nude though completely oblivious to the presence of my son standing outside my door, taking in every movement. 

I moved my hands from my breasts to my rich mane of long, red hair. Luxuriously, I ran my fingers through my hair raising my arms high overhead. I threw my shoulders back and my chest forward. I felt wonderful. I knew that in a very few moments, I would experience a profound release from my torrid libido. 

I looked down at that magical place residing between my thighs. What pleasure that small area of my body had given me in my life. Now, I directed my attention to it. My cunt hair was well-trimmed. It has always been black as the night in sharp contrast to my pale, white flesh. In the glow of the little nightlight, it was revealed as a tight, perfectly formed triangle.

[usaiha2]

 Still standing, I subconsciously spread my legs imperceptibly. I placed my left hand firmly upon my breast enjoying its fullness. Almost beyond my level of awareness, my right hand descended to my thighs. 


I extended my middle finger and lightly rested it between my labia. Immediately, I sensed my hot, wet secretions! I began to gently rub my finger along the cleft. It felt wonderful. My dampness increased a thousand-fold. I curled my finger and slid it into my vagina, my cunt. I moved it back and forth, up and down in my cunt. My breathing got heavier. I started squeezing my breast harder, tweaking the nipple. It must have been a remarkable sight for my son to see: his own mother pleasuring herself, her legs weakening, ready to buckle. 

At last, I couldn’t support myself in my evolving ecstasy. I lay down upon my bed never removing my left hand from my well-caressed tit or my right hand from my wet, by now throbbing cunt. I started moaning softly. I massaged my cunt ruthlessly, my pelvis jerking perceptibly. 

Then I could slowly feel my impending orgasm rising from deep within my loins. I turned my head and suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I detected movement. I looked to the door and there I saw it: my son, standing in my doorway watching my every move. 

It was like being struck by a thunderbolt. I knew at that instant that I should stop immediately but I couldn’t. I was just about to peak to a fabulous orgasm and I was powerless to terminate it. Perversely, the realization that my own son was watching me pleasure my naked body only spurred me to greater excitement. 

-

And then, a second thunderbolt struck me. As I looked to my son, my boy, I glanced down. My son had his penis out of his pajamas and he was stroking it with complete abandon. My own son masturbating at the sight of my nakedness. 

And his penis! What an astounding penis it was. I had no idea a man’s organ could grow to such dimensions! He was long and thick and quite obviously hard as a rock. His cock was nothing less than extraordinary even putting his own father’s amazing endowments to shame! The sight of that massive rod of male flesh, the flesh of my son thrilled me. 

I could feel my orgasm crescendo to an unparalleled peak. Involuntarily, I looked up at him and as I felt my orgasm rock my hips, my pelvis, my entire body, I began calling out his name. Endlessly, over and over again as I felt my release. 

I could see him stroking his huge cock furiously. I kept calling his name, I encouraged him, and I extended my hand to him and crooked my index finger at him beckoning him to come to me. 

[usaiha2]

Suddenly, he did. 

Chandhu pushed open the door and ran to me. He yanked off his pajama bottoms and bounded onto my bed. He knelt down between my thighs and peeled off his top letting it fly across the room. My son, my gorgeous, magnificent son, kneeling between the outspread thighs of his own mother. Such a powerful, muscular young body. What a chest he has! 

What an amazing cock he has! At that point, I knew that I was about to embark on something so dark, so forbidden, so wrong, yet I couldn’t help myself. I reached up with my right hand, the hand that second before had so expertly pleasured my own cunt, and gently grasped my son’s cock. I stroked it vigorously taking over where he had left off. 

Then, slowly, resolutely, I made a decision for the both of us. I stopped stroking and looked lovingly up to his eyes as he leaned over me. Gently, I began to guide his fully erect penis towards my already soaking pussy. 

I was a little frightened of his great size but I was more frightened of the impact of what I was about to do on the two of us. But in truth, I was helpless. The die had already been relentlessly cast. His glands touched my cunt and then he entered me. 

My cunt devoured his penis and my pelvis began oscillating to accommodate him. My son placed his hands beside my shoulders as he supported the weight of his torso. I could feel the powerful strokes of his body as he plunged his cock harder, deeper into my cunt. I looked lovingly into his eyes, my beautiful son’s eyes as he fucked me. He gazed back at me, his own love for me, his mother, amply reflected in those lovely eyes. 

Chandhu fucked me, harder and faster. He grabbed my tit and started sucking it, kissing it. He licked my nipple and bit into it making it exquisitely hard. He lifted his head and started kissing my neck, my jaw and at last, my lips. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and he sucked it graciously. 

I could feel his cock getting bigger in my cunt, pulsating, throbbing. His strokes became more frantic. Each time his pelvis drove into me, it felt like my body was going to split. My son was an animal, a primitive savage as he fucked his mother so violently. My orgasms began bursting forth one after another after another endlessly. I was helpless in his arms-utterly overwhelmed by my son’s sexual energy. 

At last, his strokes became slower but deeper, his penis swelled even further. Then a glazed look came over chandhu. I felt his seed squirting endlessly into my cunt. I marveled at the incredible potency of his youth. 

Finally, his body went completely limp. He collapsed in my waiting arms, our two spent, naked bodies pressed tightly together. At that point, I knew that I was closer to my son, my lover than I had ever been to anyone. 

Throughout the rest of that night, we kissed, we sucked, we fucked, we made love, we talked, we even found a few minutes to sleep. 

That was the night that I truly discovered my son, my boy, my lover. 

-----

[usaiha2]

Mom's accident

Thing has been changed throughout my whole life since I was 18. My dad died and I was left with my mom and sis. My sister is in the university and it leaves mom and me. Well money was no a problem and so was girls! My mom was 37 years old still very attractive and she well maintain her body and look. We live in a big house with swimming pool, steam room and etc... 

Soon thing has changed my mind and mom and I got closer. We were very open to each another. I would give a massage sometimes to get rid of her neck pain and get a glimpse of her cleavage. She usually dresses full and when I could get a glimpse of her thigh, cleavage, it gives me a hard on.

In November 95 she got a minor accident while driving (yes! She drinks sometimes). Bruises were found on her right thigh and hand and partially on her stomach. The doctor has advise her to not to walk very often and lay on the bed. The doctor has also informed her that since she was in medication, she would feel sleepy and weak. She was also was being instructed to wear loose clothes. 

Lucky for me I was in college break. Well since the only loose clothes she has was her nightie. This was my change to be a "good caring" son. 

When we reached home, I carried her to the bathroom since she was still in hospital clothes. I offered her to change her clothes......she denied and was embarrassed however she was in pain as well. 

A minute or two later she called me. Yes!!! I was about to witness heaven. She warns me to keep this between us as I began to undo her button. She was embarrassed and I told her I love her a lot and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. She smiled. This was my great change so I told her that I’ll clean her since there is medicine smell. As soon as I finished undid the entire button, I dropped her clothes. Mannnn! She was excellent with bra and white panties. Of course I had my hard on and I have well planned to hide it from her view.

She complained her legs were hurting. I apologized and made her sit on the toilet bowl. As I went to unbuckle her bra, she protested. Ryan...."could we like do this later.... I mean it’s only my hand and leg, you don't need to take off my bra". 

I was shocked and thought for a moment. How can I make a mistake like this! It only her hand was injured not her breast. I just made a story and said that I wanted to make sure that I made a clean job since she is my beloved my mom. She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I then said that I need to take off her panties since the bruises very close to her crotch. 

She thought for a moment.....then she said "I guess you're right...I’m sorry Ryan, would you mind taking off for me...I’m beginning to feel weak." well I know her conscious were still active and I better not do anything funny. As I tried to pull she screams in pain and I stopped. So I decided I did not want to pull directly since it will brush toward the side of her leg. I informed her that I’ll have to do it gentle and slowly and may have to apply pressure on certain area of her private part. This time she was really red and embarrassed. And she said "Ryan... Just take off my bra first and clean my body first and then my....panties. I'm sorry Ryan.

Bingo! I get to see her breast first. I remove her bra and I almost came when her nipple pointed at me. I quickly brought a chair to sit in front of her. I started to wet a cloth and began to rub on her body. She cried as I rubbed. I've told her not to worry or embarrassed since I’ll take care of her in any circumstances. And I said "mom... Just close your eye and I’ll clean you off." she then said “son why don't you lay me down on the bed so it will be easier for Me." her breast crushed to my mouth as I lifted her. "Sorry mom!" I tried to speak within her trapped breast.