22-11-2019, 10:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 26-11-2019, 09:04 AM by MrGhostRider. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
"Oooh!! I'm cumming, CUMMING!! Push harder, Mani. Shove it right up!"
Such was her frenzy, he felt she was going to buck him off her but clasped tight by her hands and legs. Unable to hold back, he thrust his thick erection into her up to the root and held himself there. He listened to his mother groan as the mouth of her cunt stretch impossibly around the base of Mani's huge shaft, and unable to hold back anymore, he started squirted his potent baby-making sperm into her cunt, her womb again and again.
Finally, with both of them gasping, they both rolled apart.
His mother pulled a sheet across her nakedness as if ashamed to let him see her breasts and vagina.
"Oh my God! What have we done?" she said terrified, "You must leave at once! What if someone heard?"
With the lust gone, Mani realised what he had done. With a sob, he ran out of her bedroom back to his own.
In the darkness, Mani just lay there in his bed. His mind was at war. A part of him was disgusted at what he had done. He had bangd his own mother. The other part enjoyed it. Not so much the actual banging but the fact he had finally fucked someone. His own mother in fact. Finally after what seemed like hours, exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep
When he woke up the next morning, he remembered what happened the night before. He could not believe what he had done. He had fucked and came inside his own mother. The same mother who had looked after him all his life. How could he have done it? Sure he had fantasised about her but he was sure a lot of boys his age did that. Doing it in real-life was something altogether different. At first he blamed his mother. She did come into his room after all and allowed him to kiss and fondle her. But that was no excuse. She was his mother and he should respect her, not lust after her.
He got up and tapped at her bedroom door. The guilt was still there and he was also worried that he may have hurt her.
"Who is it?" A voice said softly on the other side of the door.
"It's me." Mani replied.
There was a pause and then she told him to come in.
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Kushboo was lying in bed, her face wet with tears. On seeing him, she pulled herself up so that she was sitting upright. Immediately his gaze fell onto his mother's breasts as they swelled out against the fabric of her nightdress. He groaned inwardly as he felt his dick lurch within his pants. Tearing his eyes of her boobs, he sat next to her on the bed.
She looked at him. "I am so sorry." She said and then she burst out crying again.
His lust forgotten, Mani took her in his arms.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
Kushboo suddenly stopped sniffling as she said: "It was so wrong we did last night, what I allowed us to do."
Hearing the angst in her voice, Mani pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly overpowering his feelings of desire.
"It's not your fault. It's was mine. I r-r-bangd you." He said.
On hearing that, Kushboo pulled her head back and looked straight up at him.
"No! Don't ever say that!" she said with force, "You are young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys -- I mean young men your age can get." Then she added "BUT you never bangd me."
With a surprising show of strength, she pulled his head against her bosom.
"Please, Mani. Please don't ever think that. It was my fault! I should have never have gone to your room."
"But Matha ji," protested Mani, "If I didn't come to your bedroom after and..."
"No darling," interrupted Kushboo, "You did not bang me." She pulled his head tighter to her chest. "It is not, if I didn’t put up much of a fight."
Such was her frenzy, he felt she was going to buck him off her but clasped tight by her hands and legs. Unable to hold back, he thrust his thick erection into her up to the root and held himself there. He listened to his mother groan as the mouth of her cunt stretch impossibly around the base of Mani's huge shaft, and unable to hold back anymore, he started squirted his potent baby-making sperm into her cunt, her womb again and again.
Finally, with both of them gasping, they both rolled apart.
His mother pulled a sheet across her nakedness as if ashamed to let him see her breasts and vagina.
"Oh my God! What have we done?" she said terrified, "You must leave at once! What if someone heard?"
With the lust gone, Mani realised what he had done. With a sob, he ran out of her bedroom back to his own.
In the darkness, Mani just lay there in his bed. His mind was at war. A part of him was disgusted at what he had done. He had bangd his own mother. The other part enjoyed it. Not so much the actual banging but the fact he had finally fucked someone. His own mother in fact. Finally after what seemed like hours, exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep
When he woke up the next morning, he remembered what happened the night before. He could not believe what he had done. He had fucked and came inside his own mother. The same mother who had looked after him all his life. How could he have done it? Sure he had fantasised about her but he was sure a lot of boys his age did that. Doing it in real-life was something altogether different. At first he blamed his mother. She did come into his room after all and allowed him to kiss and fondle her. But that was no excuse. She was his mother and he should respect her, not lust after her.
He got up and tapped at her bedroom door. The guilt was still there and he was also worried that he may have hurt her.
"Who is it?" A voice said softly on the other side of the door.
"It's me." Mani replied.
There was a pause and then she told him to come in.
Kushboo was lying in bed, her face wet with tears. On seeing him, she pulled herself up so that she was sitting upright. Immediately his gaze fell onto his mother's breasts as they swelled out against the fabric of her nightdress. He groaned inwardly as he felt his dick lurch within his pants. Tearing his eyes of her boobs, he sat next to her on the bed.
She looked at him. "I am so sorry." She said and then she burst out crying again.
His lust forgotten, Mani took her in his arms.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
Kushboo suddenly stopped sniffling as she said: "It was so wrong we did last night, what I allowed us to do."
Hearing the angst in her voice, Mani pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly overpowering his feelings of desire.
"It's not your fault. It's was mine. I r-r-bangd you." He said.
On hearing that, Kushboo pulled her head back and looked straight up at him.
"No! Don't ever say that!" she said with force, "You are young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys -- I mean young men your age can get." Then she added "BUT you never bangd me."
With a surprising show of strength, she pulled his head against her bosom.
"Please, Mani. Please don't ever think that. It was my fault! I should have never have gone to your room."
"But Matha ji," protested Mani, "If I didn't come to your bedroom after and..."
"No darling," interrupted Kushboo, "You did not bang me." She pulled his head tighter to her chest. "It is not, if I didn’t put up much of a fight."
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