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[RRahul]

As the two were talking the small drops of rain started falling again. Reshma was not interested in calling the old lady in her home because she was a big talker.  She wanted her to go away but she kept talking, and the rain kept getting strong.  'Bitch go and die elsewhere' Reshma wanted to tell the old lady but in reality she was compelled to invite the old lady inside.  "Aa ja Tai ...I will prepare tea."


"I am very busy at home but it won't be bad idea to stay for a while."

"I am busy too but it won't hurt me if you spent some time here."

"The entire village praises you for your good manners.  Reshma." The old lady sat down in the veranda and kept talking.  "your husband is lucky to have you and now you have your son is back with you."

'ji ji' Reshma said and went in the kitchen to prepare tea for tai and breakfast for Guru.  When Guru came in he was surprised to see an old lady sitting there.  In his heart he cursed her but on face he smiled.

"Welcome tai...how is your health?"

"Don't ask about health son...old age a illness in itself."

"get yourself checked by a doctor." he advised 'or by the angel of death' he thought.

"Everyone praise you for the way you are looking after the chores here put." she said

Then he heard his mother telling him to get ready for breakfast.  He went to washroom just to avoid the old woman.  As he watched himself in mirror he said to himself.  'Qismat....what a bad luck, first the milkman and now this hag of a woman...when I will get a chance to be alone with my love.  Have mercy god, have mercy.'

He don't want to sit with the old lady so he went inside his room.  Just then he heard his mom telling that lady.  "Tai have your tea...I will return after giving his breakfast to Guru."

She quickly moved to his room with a tray in her hands.  Guru saw her coming but said nothing.  She put his breakfast on a side table.

"Shahbash...have your breakfast.."

"Ma...why you let this hag enter the house?'' he asked in whisper

"I won't called her from her house...She came here and rain started falling." she whispered back.

"Get her out somehow."

"She will go by herself...soon"

Then Reshma did something only a naughty girl can do.  She held one biscuit in her lips and took it near the mouth of Guru.  Guru took only half of it as he sucked more on her lips.  If the game was on then she surely was no novice.  His cock which was in rest for sometime, jumped to occasion.  Realising him getting erect Reshma rubbed his cock over the cloth of his pyjama.  He too rubbed her boobs over the shirt.

"Wey...you human or what...always erect like a steel."

"Its because of you...one touch or even a glimpse and I feel leaking."

Despite the presence of an old lady both of them were feeling very horny. If Guru was erect like a steel her cunt was soaking with lust.  As he tried to push her shirt up she held his hand.

"No...wait..."

The old lady realised that Reshma was not paying attention to her, She decided to call her.

"Thanks fo the tea Reshma...but where are you?"

They were not aware but Tai Banto came to say this near the room.  Quickly they seprated.  Guru started sipping tea and Reshma went out to meet the lady.

"Fuck your family old hag...Kutti sali" he said to himself

After having his breakfast Guru came out of his room.  Both the women were stting and talking.  Seeing him the old lady said, "I am taking your mother with me son"

"What?  why?"

"A marriage is taking place in our house and we want her opinion about some dresses."

The information hit him like a arrow in the heart.  he looked towards his mom.  His eyes were pleading her to stay but she didn't want to make anyone suspicious.

"I will be back soon...give me the umbrella and close the door."

"You should also pay a visit to our house sometime." The old hag said to Guru.

Before he could think of something to say they were gone.  How lucky was the last day and how bad is today.  He thought.  For sometime he watched rain falling then started thinking about his mother.  Where he was wanting her to be in his arms she was suggesting dress designs to some foolish women.  As the more time passed he thought of going to that house himself and bring his mom back on some pretext.  Only thing that kept him going there was the thought that those people might compell him to stay too.  Was she teasing her intentionally.  Whenever he heard some voices he watched towards the open door but there was no sign of Reshma.  Why she was taking so much interest in marrige of strangers.  He even said to himself.

"Kithe reh gai...maharani"

he was a male and should dominate her.  Showing too much love might give an advantage over him.  He will wait.  He thought and saw rain stopping.  He got up and moved out of the house.  Nobody was in the street.  It was the rain that was keeping people in.  He was still deciding whether to go forward or back when he saw a woman coming towards him.  She was wearing blue.  Lord O Lord.  She was Reshma.  His heart missed a beat.  All the anger he was against her was gone.  When she came near she saw some water in the way.  Without any shame she raised her shalwar up and walked forward. This made half of her legs visible.  They were glowing like white tubes.  He thanked the god that nobody was watching her apart from him.  After coming out of water she dropped her dress down and cleared her feet then she saw her son watching her.

"what are you doing here?" she asked and fluttered her eye lids.

"Nothing ji....just talking with the clouds." he said in mock anger

"Sorry...it was not possible to leave a women gathering.  One canot avoid her social life."

"Tell me truly, you care for me or not"

"Care?  I love you Kanjra."

"Should we go home or you have some more socail duties to do?

"Listen...a bad thing has happened." she said with some sadness.  Guru looked at her and she continued.  "I lost one of my earring yesterday."

"You are wearing a pair even now."

"This one is different.  That one was heavier.  Costlier."

"Lets go home we will search that later." he suggested

"No.  we will go and search it now." she declared.  "Today we have got an umbrella."

They were in open and standing there for long time was not wise.  They quickly took a short rout towards the hut.  The air was still cool and took thier mind off sex.  As they reached near hut Guru said,

"we forgot to bring the key"

"No problem...we will enter through the window like yesterday.

For entering through window he picked his mom once again in his arms.  The soft touch of her body made him horny again.  As soon as they were inside the hut they were under the spell of sex.  She immediate started searching.  As she bent to see under the bed her ass was towards Guru.  That was too much inviting.  He closes the window and tried to mount her the way a dogs mounts a bitch.

"Let me search the 'Bali'."

"No.  later"

"Have you shut the window."

"Yeah"

He grabbed her at her waist and picked her in his lap.  He sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing her body at various places.  One of his hand slipped under her shirt.  He raised her bra up and held her breast.

"You teased me enough...its my turn to tease you." he said.

"Pagal...  I wanted to be with you but fate kept me away."

"You could have made a pretext and returned."

"Now don't waste the time.  I am untying my shalwar."

She loosened the waist band and Guru helped her drop it to the floor.  He asked her to pull her underwear down too and meanwhile came out of his pyjama.  Now both were naked waist down.  He kissed the pink soft cheeks of her ass and even liked at the crease of her ass cheeks.  For a second she though he might lick her anus but emotion took him over.  He grabbed at her thighs and stabbed her on the pole of his cock.

"mar gai hai....mar gai...Ahhhh...hauli vad kanjara..."

She was wet and his cok made a slick entry.  He had no idea why his mom was acting like a virgin.  To please her he said,

"I think I am not big...but your cunt is tight like that of a virgin"

"i am not a virgin...but you are big like a horse."

Packing of her cunt with a cock was good but not good enough.  She wanted him to penetrate.  In the sitting position it was not easy.  She herself started moving her bum up and down.  Guru was as surprised as he was pleased.  he grabbed her thighs and helped in move up and down.  With every jerk a new reccess was opening in her cunt.

"say you are mine."

"I am yours."

"Say I am your Khassam."

"You are my Kkassam."

"Say make me pregnant."

"make me pregnant."

This talk was having a very erotic effect on both of them.  His hand let the legs go and moved to her breast.  He started rubbing her nipples.

"A fire is burning inside your cunt."

"haye rabba.....Only you can extinguish that fire"

The wetness in her cunt increased so much that she stopped moving.  She breathing hard and feeling at the verge of a climax.  She joint her thighs tightly and Guru cried.

"I am coming ...Oh..ohoh...Aa"

When he finally stopped leaking he fell down on the bed.  Reshma laid herself along with him.  She put her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"Are you tired?" she asked

"I am not tired but feeling satisfied like a person who quenches his thirst with water."

"I am feeling the same way."

"Do you want to search the 'bali'?"

"I lost no 'bali', I just wanted to bring you here."

"this hut is our paradise."

"Now lets go home.  You must be feeling hungry."

That was ture so he agreed to go back.  They dressed again and came out of the hut.  He was happy and smiling.  She saw that and said,

"Don't smile like a fool....you should be ashamed of fucking your mother."

"I don't know Mom ...whether she is the one who is fucking me or me fucking her."

"kamina...  not feeling any shame at fucking her four times."

"Not four mem...three times."

"Three time ...don't you know the counting?"

"Three times in the hut"

"And once in the night...how can you not count that."

"Don't count everything..soon you will forget counting."

"Its my cunt that gets the pain, its my cunt that gets teared, how can I not count."

"Stop talking like a foolish child."

"Aaho ji....you have fucked me , now you don't want to listen my voice."

"Your voice is sweeter than that of nightingale ji....I wanted to stop you because we are approaching the village."

"okay...okay."

"Mafi ji"

Reshma smiled at the innocence of her son.  As they entered the street of thier home they saw some people walking there.  Silently they made to their home.  Once inside she told him to go and look after the cattle, while she would prepare food.  Just before entering the kitchen she realised that she was not clean.  Her mother always advised her that she should enter the kitchen only when clean.  'Tauba Tauba'.  She decided to take a quick shower.

As soon as she went into her bathroom Guru came in.  He went to kichen first.  She was not there.  He quickly took some milk and came out of the kitchen.  He could guess where she was.  He went in her room and looked at her bathroom door.  The door was closed so he knocked.

"Kon...?" she asked

"Tera Khassam." he said laughing

"Go away and take a shower yourself."

"I want to tell you something urgent."

"We will talk after the shower.  or you can tell it from outside."

"just for one minute...open the door."

"I can understand your urgent work...  only a hour ago you had me Kanjra."

"Dont take me wrong."

"No..Later ...okay"

As she was talking she was taking her dress and jewelry off.  Soon she was standing buck naked inside the bathroom.  From a small hole Guru peeked inside.  The nakedness in front of him was so different.  She appeared another woman to him.

"Okay I am going...  and in protest I will not eat." Guru said and started to move.

Just then he saw the door of bathroom opening.  He quickly entered the bathroom and bolted the door.  He saw Reshma standing with her back towards him.  She was semi wet and trying to pour more water over her body.

"What you want to say." she asked without turning her face to him.  "Bol vi...I want to take a bath."

She wanted him to act but Guru was watching her nudity in amazement.  The curve of her waist and the swell of her buttocks were highly erotic.  Some water was flowing from her hairs towards her 'Gaand'.  He moved behind her and caressed her ass.  The entire body of Reshma trembled at that touch.

"You said you want to say something...Harami...this is what you want to say.  I had my doubts about you.

"You are my Queen...  and you have a body I can't resist for a minute."

"I know why you are calling me Queen..."

"Then tell....why"

"Getting me ready for another attack of your unbearable cock."

Guru put his arms around her by getting them under her armpits.  He started messaging the upthrust of her chest.  She was so moved that she started breathing hard.  She thrust her ass backward and found that her son was as naked as her.  His cock made a small push inside the crack of her ass cheeks.  He rubbed her hard at front.  She moaned.

"Why don't you show some patience..."

"You are like a fire and I am like a wood my Queen...  I can't resist you."

"Aahhhhhh....unnnngggghhhj.....  I think it was mistake to let you fuck me.  I was not aware that you will use me day and night."

The truth was, however, quiet opposite.  She was enjoying the attention she was getting from her young virile son.

"I am three in one for you Ma" he said and explained.  "Your son, your husband and your lover.  you have to satisfy all three of me."

He pinched her nipples and pulled her boobs.  Again she cried in pain but something in her wanted him to continue.

"You are making me your personal slut.  don't call me Queen."

"Can I call you my doll."

"A good child dress his or her doll but you are undressing yours."

"Because mine looks better without the dress."

"No son can even think of talking like that to his mom.'

"No mom can put the cock of her son with her hand in her puddi."

He took the lobe of the one of her ear and sucked on it.  That was a breath taking act for Reshma.  He kept licking her ear and she kept groaning.  Then he pulled her a little and turned her toward the sink.  Resting her elbows on the counter top, she bent over, spread her legs out wide and leaned her ass back to him.  He fell behind her on his knees and saw a wonderful sight.  Two of her most secret holes were displayed to him . They were a feast for the eyes of a horny man like him.  He slowly spread the folds of her cunt and watched.  The folds were wet and swollen.  They were pink, wrinkled and pearlescent in the bathroom light.  She used her fingers to pull them apart, showing the barest darkness of a hole near the bottom, surrounded like the center of a flower with wet pink petals.  Then she moved her fingers upwards and began to play with a firm bud of flesh.

A clitoris!  Guru was looking at a clitoris for the first time!  "What is this Reshma ji...?"

He reached up with a finger, touching over the wet pearl that was her clitoris.  It was firm but rubbery, and moved if he pressed hard.  It also seemed to have a sheath of sorts.  The more he touched it, the more Reshma moaned.

"Na kar Harami....I feel like dying." she screamed

He bit his bottom lip and moved his finger lower.  He stroked the sexy folds of his mother's pussy.  She closed her eyes and let her head drop back.  Her wet dark hair dripped water all over bathroom floor when she shook her head and moaned.

He wanted to taste her.  Not completely but a little.  He pushed his face against her pussy.  She was hot.  She was wet and there was also a sweet musky scent that coated all of the tiny folds he found himself licking.  He tried to kiss her pussy but that seemed so inadequate in this close proximity.  So he continued to flick his tongue out over her sex.  Guru took long strokes with his tongue, licking her from top to bottom.

He must have been doing it right because Reshma shuddered and moaned.

"Hey Mata....  that feels so fucking good!" She cried.

Guru licked up and down, feeling his arms beginning to shake under the weight.  His sister was a short, petite girl but maybe her breasts were a bit too heavy.  He was starting to lose hold of her.  And he wanted to do a good job, wanted to show her he was a fast learner.

Guru shoved his tongue into Reshma's cunthole, and swirled it around.  Then he fucked her with it, fattening it sometimes, and other times making it like a snake, thin and slippery.  She got wetter.  And wetter.  And wetter!  And sweeter too!

Guru licked and sucked more, forcing his face hard against his sister's cunt.  He fucked her hole with his tongue, squeezing her ass cheeks even as he began to lose his grip.

"Little more...little more, Guru!" She was crying out loud now, head tossed back.  "Yes, yes yes!  mar ditta mainu"

He knew it was time, she was cumming.  He wondered what would happen.  Would she spurt the way guys do?  Reshma writhed and rocked, obviously losing control of her whole body as she came.  And sweet nectar of sex filled Guru's waiting mouth.  He tongued it up, drinking her full juices. It was like a watery syrup, weirdly flesh like in taste but not in a bad way.  He licked and lapped until he pulled his head away.

"Enough!  You're driving me, uffff, crazy!"

His face was slick with her pussy juice and she was smiling at him as she took a towel and wiped him clean.  Then she looked down at his cock, which as erect as ever.

"I think," she said softly, "I don't need that now.  You satisfied me with your tongue."

"No...don't give me that...Reshma ji....."

He pushed her back to sink and stood up.  She trembled as he put the bulbous head of his cock over her cunt.  Leaning his hips forward, he felt his cock ease into her cunt.  She felt so soft, so warm and wet as he slipped inch by inch into her.

Slowly withdrawing, be then pushed into her again, feeling her caress every bit of his cock with the walls of her pussy.  He pulled out again and then shoved harder, feeling his balls bounce off of her.  Picking up speed he grabbed her hips as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her, watching her ass jiggle as their bodies slapped together.

Only then something disturbed them beyond their wildest imagination.  The phone started ringing.  Reshma could guess that it was from her husband. It stopped ringing once but then started ringing again.

"Wey phone ....  Hai wey phone." She froze and said

"Fuck the phone Ma...ignore it..."

"It may be from your father..."

She struggled and freed herself.  Knowing the importance of the phone she ran into the room without wearing any cloths.  Guru watched her pick the phone naked.

"Where you were? ....what took you so long?" She heard the angry voice of Satpal.

"I was in the kitchen....Cooking Saag...and..." She replied in a softer tone.  "How are you."

"I am Alright...I once phoned yesterday.  Nobody answered,"

"We, I mean me and Guru were held out by the rain...Ki dassan..."

"Bas, Bas....  listen the doctor admitted me here in his hospital."

"Haye...Why?" She spoke like a wife worried about her husband.

"Nothing to worry...Just a few more tests...."

"Chalo theek....I will pray for your health."

"Listen...  I will not return tomorrow....It will take three more days here."

She could express how pleasing was that news to her.  "Acha"

"How is Guru...Taking care."

"He is right....he is taking care of everything ...especially my care."

After that her husband decided to shut the phone.  Guru saw her putting the phone back.  he ran towards her and grabbed her in his arms.  He started kissing her like a mad man.  She wanted to resist but failed to say anything.  She started kissing him back.  He sucked her tongue and she put her arms around his neck.  How strong is he?  she thought.  They kissed deeply for several seconds, their tongues tangling.

Guru sat down on a armless chair.  He picked Reshma at her ass and raised her up.  She knew what he wanted.  Happily she let her legs go around his waist and sat down in his lap.  Guru was quick to insert his cock into her cunt.  She straddled his hips and melted her dripping cunt onto his cock.  When she had it in all the way, she began to ride his cock. There was a mirror in the room through which Guru could watch how his cock pistoned upward to meet his mom's downward plung.

Even minutes ago she had an orgasm but felt another building inside her. Guru continued shoving his cock in and out of his mother, feeling the sensation of her envelope him, feeling her wetness slide over him, feeling her warmth draw him in.  He was going deeper and deeper with each pump, until he felt their pubic mounds meet and he knew he was in all the way.  As he opened and closed her buttocks, he found her anus winking up at her, and he quickly pressed a finger, then two fingers to her anal ring.  When he had it fairly loose and reasonably lubricated, he pushed the fingers in and began to finger fuck her tight ass.  It didn't stay tight long, however, as the more he finger-reamed her ass, the more open and relaxed it got.

Reshma was nearly comatose as a succession of orgasms spilled from her. Watching her cry in ecstacy he couldn't hold off any more and arching his back he came, spurting his cum into his mother's pussy in spurt after spurt. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her tight, keeping himself pushed tight against her ass, trying to keep his cock inside her as it slowly shrank.  She finally crashed with a violent, full-body trembler that left her witless.

None of them talked and there was nothing to talk.  Finally she spoke.

"There is a good news."

"Tell me please."

"H is not coming ...ullo da patta, Satpal is not coming for another three days." she was smiling telling that.

"Good oye....what a news." he said and thought for a second.  "After watching you talking to him nude, I have an idea?"

"An idea...Tauba...teri Shaitani Soch."

"Reshma ji today we will not wear any dresses."

"Tut paina...  I have to cook food."

"You will cook nude and I will watch."



She obeyed the order of Guru and remained nude.  On her demand Guru closed all the windows and drew curtains over them.  She went to piss nude and went to cook nude.  Their house was built in such away that watching them from outside was not possible.  They ate late and after having some hot tea they laid themself together on the same bed.  For sometime they talked like two lovers.

"only one thing bothers me in this relationship Guru" she said with some sadness.

"And what is that?"

"The way I talk with you...I really don't know why I talk dirty...with you."

"Your dirty talk gives me pleasure Ma...  There is nothing to worry."

"No...Only a slut talk like that...You can think that I am a woman of very low morals."

"Franky I respect you more than I love you."

"Thank you but Promise you will never change your attidude towards me."

"Pormise ji promise." He said.

Reshma let her head rest on his chest.  That was gesture of showing love. He grabbed her face and kissed her.  The kissing made him erect and his hands moved over her belly.  Slowly they moved forward to check her at her cunt.  When she saw that she said,

"Not so quick please....I am very sour down there.  Give my poor cunt some rest."

"Okay ...  Ma Ok....But god has given you so many holes to please."

"What are you saying I don't understand....."

"You have got your mouth to please and you can make a hole by joining your boobs."

"tauba...what a devil you are,"

"But the best alternative hole you got is your shitter...the bum hole."

"Mein Gaand nahin marvandi..."

"Then let me fuck your choot."

"Oh god...  what a mess I am in...."

"You 'ill have to make a decision,"

"But your cock is so big it won't go in my 'Bund'...its very tight."

"Let me try....I will stop if it pains you."

"I am agreeing only for once....right."

Guru was beyond logic now.  He plunged his tongue into her shithole, covering it with his lips and french-kissing her itchy hole.  His breathing became ragged and he spread her buttocks to gain better access to her tight, brown hole, swirling his wet tongue around the puckered rim of her anus.  As soon as he felt it wet enough he tried to insert the head of his cock inside her shitter.  The entry was difficult because of two fact.  First there was a big difference in the size of his cock and the passage of her shitter.  Second was her pychological condition.  She was expecting pain and wanted to resist it.  He held her waist and pushed forward.  The tip of the cock moved in but that was all for the time being.

"Stop for god sake....you will ruin my shitter...how will I shit then."

"Relax....nothing yet and you are crying as if I tore your shitter."

"Haye meri bund....Kanjra....you are tearing me apart." She felt the cock move forward.

"Let me think ....  if others do this to their wives then why not me." Guru said.  He saw her jerk like a fish and stopped.

"I am not a coward like other women son...but use some technique to do this."

"Can you suggest something?"

"Pick the oil bottle from the dressing table and oil my shitter."

He got up to pick the oil bottle meant for oiling hairs.  On return he saw his mom putting two pillows under her belly to give he back some elevation.  She spread her legs and he started oiling her shitter.  He put some on his cock as well.

"Are you ready?"

"Oonh..Slow be very slow....  and promise after buggering me you will let me sleep."

"No non sense Ma..Its only the begining of the of the night and you are giving up."

"You are a devil..show some mercy please."

"After three days you husband will come back...lets use this time to maximum."

"Don't get worried...I will create opportunities even in his presence."

Reshma looked back at him over her shoulder.  She wiggled her ass and moaned.  His fingers alone felt good.  She tried not to think of how much his cock was going to hurt.  The anticipation was killing her.  She wanted him to just sink it in her and get off so it would be over.  At the same time, she wanted him to go slow so she could savor every inch of that cock as it split her open.  She wanted to enjoy the feeling of it wedged inside her tight hole, sliding in and out.

The bed shifted as he knelt behind her.  She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to whimper.  She didn't want him to hear how scared she was.

Guru's hand touched her ass and she flinched.  She was trembling.  He probably knew how scared she was now.  Would he stop?  She thought not.

"Spread your ass apart," He said.  His voice was soft, just above a whisper.

She reached back with both hands.  Her heart was pounding and her breath was uneven.  She couldn't believe she was actually going to do such a nasty thing.  She heard from some other women that nothing was more intimate than being sodomised in the ass.  They claimed that it creates a kind of bond between a woman and the man who did it to her, and their relationship from that point could no longer be just casual.  Now she would share that bond forever with her son.  The thought made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

She pulled her ass cheeks apart, trying to stretch her hole open as wide as she could.  She was trembling all over.  The cold head of Guru's cock touched her tender asshole.  She moaned.  So far it felt good.  He pressed it in and she resisted the urge to force it back out.

He pressed harder.  She squirmed, biting her lip to keep from screaming in pain.  He pressed more.  A groan came from deep in her throat.  It felt like he was trying to shove a tree into her ass.  She began to regret it. The pain was intense.

Guru pushed for a few seconds, then eased off.  The pain subsided.  She was panting.  "Is it in?" she asked.  Her voice trembled.

"Almost," he said.  "You're still too tight."

She whimpered.  It wasn't even in yet.  She didn't know if she could take this.  She must have been crazy to think she could take a cock that size in her tiny asshole.  The pain to get just the tip in was too much for her already.

Like a brutal animal her son started pushing again.  She groaned, her teeth clenched together.  She could feel herself stretching to accept him. His hands squeezed her hips and he forced himself in with a quick jerk.  Reshma cried out, blinded by a jolt of pain.  For a moment, she felt nothing but a sharp stinging, then the pain began to fade and she felt something else.  The cock was moving in and out, pushing a little deeper each time.  His cock buried entirely in his mother's chuff, his bollocks resting against her smooth cuntlips.  This was the incredible sensation she expected.  He kept pushing and she groaned.  How much of it would fit inside her?  It felt so good sliding in.  She hoped he would find room for every inch.  Then Guru put one of his hands over her Clit and rubbed.

"Oh God, Guru," She sighed.  "I am going to faint."

He began to slide his weapon in and out of her slippery arsehole, and rubbing her cunt.  The pleasurable sensations grew stronger, more difficult to resist.  His prick fucked into her arse again and again, and she chewed her lips, enduring and enjoying.  After a few minutes later Reshma had adjusted to his size and began to shove her arse back against his invading prick.  Has this bitch had been buttfucked before.  A thought passed over his mind.

"Oh, you fucker!  Make me your anal slut."

She arched her back, pushing her ass up.  His cock sunk another inch deeper and she groaned.  Guru leaned over her.  She could feel his breath on her back.  His hands came up around her sides and squeezed her tits.  He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered.  Her hands clutched the sheets, balling them up in her fists just to hang on.  She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip in her teeth.  He was rocking her back and forth, forcing more and more of his cock into her tight asshole.  The anticipation of the orgasm that would wash over her trembling body thrilled her.  Her clit was so sensitive under his fingers that she heard herself begging him to stop.  He didn't stop.  He fucked her.  It was what she'd asked for, and it was what he gave her.  Emma thrashed wildly on the bed, her body spastically out of control as her elder brother's huge prick ravaged her shit-tube until she could stand it no longer.  Panting loudly, She collapsed on the bed like a rag-doll, his slippery cock slipping from her back-passage with a slurp.  Guru bent down to kiss her neck, his hard prick resting between her slick buttocks.  As her naked body spasmed in the clutches of her climax, Guru pulled the cheeks of her arse wide open and gazed at her gaping anus.  With a single thrust he penetrated her shitter and sodomised her with renewed vigour.  With it would come the sensation of his warm cum shooting inside her.Just then she felt his orgasm explode inside her, and she blushed.  To Guru's surprise he didn't lose his erection and was able to continue buggering his beautiful mother, unbelievably aroused by sensation of his knob slipping through the mass of his own semen in her rectum.

Overflowing with jism and lube, Reshma's shit-tube slurped under the assault of her son's hefty cock.  She slapped her fanny with the palm of her hand, gasping as another orgasm took hold of her thrashing body.  Suddenly Guru gasped too, and she knew that he was going to come again, that he was going to splatter her guts once more with the discharge of his jism.  She thrust her arse back against him, engulfing his prick in her tight shitter, and she wiggled her arse from side to side, her shitting muscles.  She was unable to prevent her own orgasm.

"So this is what it's like!" she moaned from deep in her guts,



"Look, Guru Look." Reshma said and turned herself once in front of him.

"I see nothing new."

"Khotaya ...look at my belly." She pointed to the extra roundness of her belly.

It was dawned to Guru that he made his mom Reshma pregnant.  Her body had blossomed and the weight she had gained had filled her out in all the right places.  Her ass had a smooth roundness and her breasts had increased at least a cup size to a nice full C.  The most distinctive change had been in her face, where the added flesh had softened her features.  Like all women carrying a child her skin glowed with health, and Guru thought she had gone from pretty to hot as hell, despite the obvious swell of pregnancy in her belly.

"O Ma...I am so happy."

"Tell me honestly, Guru, do you think I'm beautiful?" Reshma asked

Guru chuckled, "I've always thought you were the hottest female on earth."

"OK," said she giggling, "Now compared to before I was pregnant."

"No question," he said, "you're twice as beautiful.

He took her in his arms and kissed her fervertly.  That was a high point in their romance and none of them was feeling ashamed.  What about Satpal and the rest of the village.  There was not much problem.  Everyone took the up coming baby as the baby of Satpal.  Nobody had slightest idea that it is the work of her son Guru.