Adultery Mother and Son Trip Leads To Marriage with son and Teenage Boy and Pregnant

[chrisgale159]

Then, something unexpected happened. Amma said, "May God give everyone a son like you," and straightened her left leg.

Now her left leg was straight, while her right leg remained bent at the knee. This exposed the area right up to the top of her thighs. My heart began to race.

I started massaging the very tops of her thighs, causing her nightie to ride up even further.

As I massaged, I ran my hands all the way up her fleshy thighs. I then massaged her left thigh in the same manner.

After about fifteen minutes, Amma said, "Chinu, massage my lower back now."

She turned over and lay on her stomach.

I was stunned by the sight before me. As she lay face-down, her nightie slid even higher.

Her legs were completely bare, revealing everything up to just above the curve of her buttocks.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her; her fair thighs and the lower part of her buttocks were right there before me.

A glimpse of her pussy was visible just below the cleft of her buttocks. I stared at the sight for a few moments.

Then, I snapped back to reality. I thought to myself, "What good is just looking? I need to do something.


" But how long would luck be on my side? One wrong move with Amma—at the age of thirty-three—and I would be cursed for a lifetime.

My entire life was at stake. But I had reached the point where my desires had overpowered me, and I staked everything.

Without overthinking it, I straddled Amma’s thighs and began kneading her waist and back with my fingers.

As I massaged her waist using my thumbs and fingers, her nightie gradually rode up, and after a while, her large, fair buttocks became partially exposed.

I continued massaging her back and waist but refrained from touching her exposed buttocks.


By now, my cock was fully aroused and erect, with the head peeking out from the hem of my shorts.



I shifted slightly higher towards her buttocks and focused on massaging her back.



I was being extremely careful and giving her a proper massage so she would feel relaxed. Who knew what was about to happen next?



Slowly, I slid Amma’s nightie up to her waist. Her massive buttocks were now completely bare.



Summoning some courage, I slipped my hand under the nightie and began massaging her waist and lower back.



As I leaned forward to massage her, my cock brushed against her naked buttocks. I was incredibly aroused by this point; my desire for sexual intimacy had intensified, and my self-control was beginning to slip.



I started running my hands lower, moving from her waist down to her buttocks.


Then, I massaged along her spine and moved up to her shoulders. Amma’s large breasts were pressed against her body, with parts of them spilling out at the sides; as I moved my hands along her torso, I ran them over those exposed curves as well. 


Amma let out a soft "oooooo...h" sound. I got startled and quickly moved my hand away to start massaging her shoulders.

Just then, my cock slipped and slid into the cleft between Amma's buttocks.

Pre-cum was oozing from it as it wedged itself between her massive cheeks. 

I was incredibly aroused, feeling intense pleasure as my cock pressed into that space.

The medicine and massage had taken effect, but I think Amma had realized what was happening by now; perhaps shock and embarrassment left her speechless.


She must have been stunned to feel her own son's cock between her buttocks.



But I had crossed all boundaries by this point. It felt amazing. I began rubbing my cock against her buttocks. I felt like I was on the verge of ejaculating.



Lust had completely taken over me. My entire focus was on having sex with Amma.



I slid my shorts down and pulled her nightie up to her neck, leaving her completely naked from behind. I lay down on top of her.


I started kissing her neck and arms, and fondled her breasts from the sides.


I grabbed my cock and tried to push it between and into her buttocks.

I felt it entering an opening. I pushed a little harder. Then I realized it wasn't her vagina, but her anus. Yet, without a care, I pushed hard to thrust inside.

Just then, Amma’s body shuddered, and she cried out in astonishment, "Aiyee... Oh my... Chinu... what is this?"

Amma tried to turn over. I propped myself up on my hands and let her straighten out beneath me.


As soon as she was flat on her back, I lay down on top of her again. Amma looked at me; her eyes held an expression of disbelief and shock.


My hands were on Amma’s breasts, and my cock was positioned over her pussy.


I began squeezing her breasts, and feeling that I was about to ejaculate, I kept holding her breasts while lifting my hips and thrusting against her. My cock hadn't entered her pussy; I was merely dry-humping.

After just a few thrusts, the semen that had built up over so many days erupted from my cock and spilled onto her belly, near her navel.



Amma felt my semen land on her belly. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she said, "What have you done?"

My orgasm was so intense that for a few moments, I lost all sense of my surroundings.

I remained there with my face buried between Amma's breasts. When I regained my senses, I felt embarrassed and anxious; I didn't know how to react.

My world had changed. My relationship with Amma had shifted. Would the sacred bond between us be destroyed, or was this the beginning of an even stronger connection?

Gradually, I became aware of the situation. I was lying on top of Amma, and the semen on her belly was acting like glue, sticking our bodies together.

My cock was pressed against her lower abdomen, and the short hairs of her pubic area were pricking the tip of my cock. Once again, I felt myself getting hard.

The confusion cleared from my mind, and the desire to make love to Amma surged up again.

I lifted my head and saw that Amma's nightie was pushed up to her neck. Her face was turned to the left, and her eyes were closed.

Her left hand rested over her breasts, while her right hand was behind her shoulder, her fingers interlaced with mine.

I hadn't even realized I was holding her right hand like that. I let go of her hand, shifted to the left side of the bed, and looked up at her.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, I saw Amma trying to sit up. She propped herself up slightly on her elbows and looked straight into my eyes.

Her large eyes seemed like an ocean to me. I leaned in to kiss them, but she turned her face away.

I held her face and, applying a little force, turned it back towards me. Then, closing my own eyes, I kissed Amma's eyes.



Just then, Amma said, "Chinu, let it be now; forget what happened."


She started to get off the bed, but I wrapped my right arm around her chest and stopped her from rising.


Then, I straightened her elbows and laid her back down. Amma resisted, but I used force to make her lie down.


Then, I began kissing Amma's lips. I tried to part her lips with my tongue, but she kept them closed.



So, I started kissing her upper and lower lips alternately. I had my left hand placed beneath Amma's neck, and with my right hand, I began squeezing her breasts.



This made her let out a soft gasp.

Amma hugged me with great force and said, “Oof Chinu, son with some shame, I am your mother. Stop here and you will die later.”


Then she said, “Son, think about Shivangi (my wife) and the child. What kind of doctor will I say in front of you? Mother, go ahead.”

Amma's big breasts were becoming empty due to sitting and lying down, I was feeling happy looking at them.

Amma held my shoulders to distance me from her. I pushed my mother's hands away from my shoulders and put Jhukar's nipple in my mouth and started sucking it.

I took the other nipple between my thumb and finger and started massaging it.



My fondling made Amma’s nipples harden and stand erect. She began moving her head from side to side, and soft moans escaped her lips.

She tried to push me off by grabbing my shoulders, but I persisted in playing with her breasts and nipples.

After a while, she stopped pushing me away; with her eyes closed, she started murmuring, "Don't do this, Chinu... Oh God... uffff..."


Perhaps her body was reacting in a way that defied her mind. She was no longer physically resisting; she simply kept her eyes closed and mumbled, "Don't do it."


Had the woman within her awakened, or was she feeling a thrill at having her naked body touched by her own son—an act that defied all social norms and taboos?


Using my toes, I spread Amma’s legs apart and lay on top of her. My cock touched her pussy, and a loud gasp escaped her lips: "Aree..."

I shifted slightly upwards, and now my cock was resting against Amma’s navel.

I cupped Amma’s face in my palms and turned it towards mine. Amma opened her eyes and looked straight into mine.


“Amma, I love you so much. Don’t stop me today. I don’t want to have you merely as a woman; I want to possess you in the form of a mother and a goddess.”

“Chinu, don’t go any further; everything will be ruined. You aren’t so young that you can’t understand the consequences.

One does not have sexual relations with one’s mother. Your sexual desire has driven you mad. Son, control yourself. Don’t commit this sin.”

“Nothing will change, Amma. This is the pinnacle of human love. How can the act of union—which holds the very essence of creation—be a sin? My union with you is not lust; it is worship.”


“Hush, Chinu. This isn’t love; it’s lust. A mother-son relationship doesn’t involve such intimacy.

You want to satisfy your carnal desires with my body, and you’re using this argument to justify it.

How can you forget that I am your mother? The very womb you wish to ravish and degrade is the source of your own birth.”

“Amma, the love between a mother and son is the only truly selfless kind. Sexual union represents the ultimate expression of love between lovers.

So, if that were to happen between a mother and son, why would it be wrong? A son is created from his mother’s very body; why, then, must that same body remain forbidden to him? I cannot even bear the thought of merely using or violating your body—and it isn't just about the physical act; I am yearning for a complete union of love with you.”

"It is a kind of completeness that only a mother can give her son. Such selflessness is impossible in relationships between husband and wife, lovers, or any other bond. 

Between a man and a woman, only the mother-son relationship is truly complete; everywhere else, there is nothing but lust and selfishness."


Amma parted her lips to say something, but I didn't give her the chance.

I pressed my lips against hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Amma tried to turn her face away, but the grip of my hands wouldn't let her move.

After a while, she went still. I kissed her cheeks, then her neck, and began kissing her lips again.



She wasn't keeping her lips tightly sealed like before—which surprised me a little—but was instead keeping them parted.

She wasn't responding to my kisses, but she wasn't resisting either.

Amma was in my arms; she was wearing only a single garment, which I had pulled up to her neck.

For all intents and purposes, she was completely naked. Amma had surrendered by now; seeing her slightly aroused and offering no resistance, I held her in my arms like a lover and kissed her all over her body.

She lay there silently with her eyes closed, and occasionally, a soft gasp escaped her lips as I kissed her.

Then, I tried to pull her nightie up over her head; she resisted slightly, but I didn't stop, and I removed the nightie and placed it on the bed.

Now, Amma was completely naked. Then, I took off my T-shirt as well and stripped naked.


While I was taking off my T-shirt, Amma could have easily gotten up and left the bed. 


Instead, she lay there quietly, making no attempt to hide or cover her body. 



This emboldened me; I felt that Amma was now going along with it, and the lingering sense of guilt I had felt vanished completely.


Then, I began caressing Amma's breasts with my hands and running my tongue over her areolas.

I also kissed the valley between her breasts and felt the soft touch of her breasts against my cheeks.

Then I moved lower and kissed her belly near the navel. As soon as I kissed her navel, a shiver ran through Amma's body.

I moved a little further down, and the short, shaved stubble of her pubic hair pricked my face.

Amma immediately pressed her thighs together. Even so, I ran my tongue over the upper part of her slit.

Then, I felt Amma's thighs go limp. While squeezing one of her breasts with one hand, I inserted the middle finger of my other hand into her pussy.



Amma’s body shuddered, and she cried out, "Chinu... have you lost your mind?"


Her pussy was completely wet, revealing that she was aroused too. I didn't answer her; instead, I started moving my finger in and out of her pussy.


I also began rubbing her clitoris with one finger. As she relaxed a little, I spread her thighs wider and started teasing her clitoris with my tongue.



I took the outer lips of Amma’s pussy between my own lips, kissed them, and gave them a gentle tug with my teeth.

Then, I slid my tongue inside her pussy and began tasting her juices.


A soft moan escaped Amma’s lips, "Oooo... uufff... Chinu, what’s come over you? What have you done?"



I grasped her clitoris between my lips and tugged at it, and I also held the swollen lips of her pussy with my own and pulled them outward.


“Oooo… ooooff… Oh God… I can’t take it anymore; what should I do?” Amma moaned.

Then, Amma placed her hand on my head and stroked it, before gently touching my cheek.

I wondered if she would push me away and pull my face away from her pussy, but she didn't.

Perhaps she was enjoying it too. That thought put my mind at ease.



After climaxing, juices began flowing from Amma’s pussy, and I licked them all up. Then, suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back and held me tight.


A cry escaped her lips: "Oh... God... what just happened?"


Her voice sounded muffled. I lifted my head from her pussy and looked at her face; she had pressed a pillow against it.

Her body began to tremble, and she climaxed once more, her juices flowing freely.



Then, she propped herself up on her elbows and sat up in bed. My face was buried between her thighs, but because she had sat up, I could no longer reach her pussy. 

Then, Amma did something I could hardly believe.


Leaning back on her elbows, she spread her thighs, lifted her buttocks slightly, and positioned her pussy right against my mouth. With her other hand, she pressed my head firmly against it. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and licked up the juices flowing from her pussy.



Then, I inserted a finger—wet with her juices—into her anus. Amma lifted herself slightly and thrust her pussy against my mouth.

I started moving my finger in and out of her asshole.


Amma cried out, "Aaiyeeee... eeee... are you going to leave anything of me at all?"


Then she released a bit more fluid; she shuddered slightly and then went still—her orgasm had passed. She flopped back onto the bed.



"Chinu, my child, why did you do this? A single moment changed everything." Then, she began to sob softly.


My hand was still pressed beneath her buttocks. Then, I withdrew my finger from her asshole. I began to kiss and lick the inner parts of Amma's thighs, which had become wet.



I moved from between her legs, went lower, took her big toe into my mouth, and began sucking on it.

Then, kissing her feet, I worked my way up. When I reached Amma's knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I began running my hands over her thighs.


Then I moved even higher and placed my mouth against Amma's pussy. Amma shifted a little and spread her thighs wider. I started licking her pussy again.

Amma’s breathing grew heavy again. Soft moans escaped her lips. She began to arch her hips slightly upwards once more.


“Don’t be the death of me, son. Chinu, stop now.”

I moved up and lay down beside Amma. I slid my left arm under her neck and gently stroked her shoulder with my right hand.

Then, I kissed the side of her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. As I sucked, her nipple began to harden.

A soft "ooo...oooh" sound escaped her lips, but she didn't stop me.


Then, I shifted slightly and took her right hand—which was resting on her stomach—and placed it on my cock.



At first, she grasped it, but then she quickly pulled her hand away. She had held my cock for only a few seconds, but the pleasure I felt was beyond words.



Amma had turned her face away and remained silent. Deciding to take the next step, I climbed on top of her.



She understood what was happening and tried to get up, but I held her firmly and pressed my lips against hers.



A few moments later, she calmed down and parted her lips. I couldn't tell if she was welcoming me or surrendering.



I caressed her breasts, sucked her nipples, ran my tongue over her areolas, and kissed and licked them.