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

[chrisgale159]

Then, I moved my hand down and began rubbing my cock against the slit of her wet pussy.




Amma reached back, gripped the headboard, and cried out, "Chinu, don't do this, son. I'll pleasure you with my hand, but please, don't cross this line."

I had brought Amma to orgasm, and now, in return, she was offering to masturbate me.

This meant she acknowledged—or at least sensed—that since she had reached climax, I needed to release my own orgasm as well.

That offer alone was enough to arouse me. Now I had a choice: either accept her offer or have Amma yield to my own desires.


Seeing that I wasn't answering, Amma said, "Chinu, you’ll really regret it later, son. Just agree to it."



I kissed Amma’s lips and said, "If we’re going to do this, then do it with your mouth."


Amma replied, "No, let me do it with my hand." She then moved her hand down and grasped my cock.

I shifted slightly to give her room, and she began to stroke me. I could feel that she wasn't just going through the motions; she was genuinely caressing my cock, letting out soft moans as she stroked.

This aroused me even more. I let Amma continue like that for a while; I took her breasts into my mouth and sucked on them while rapidly moving my finger in and out of her pussy.



Amma was hissing softly, and the sounds escaping her lips drove me wild with arousal.

I grabbed her wrist, moved her hand away from my cock, and positioned myself over her again.


Amma said, "You won't listen, will you?"



But her tone made me feel that, deep down, she actually wanted me to go further; was her resistance just for show, or did I misunderstand? Regardless...


I knew this was the right moment. I used my knees to spread Amma's legs and positioned my knees beneath her thighs, bringing her thighs to rest atop mine.

I began rubbing my cock along the entire length of her pussy's slit, moving from top to bottom.



Amma’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was so heavy that her breasts were heaving vigorously.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Parting the swollen lips of Amma’s pussy, I positioned my cock against the opening.

The heat radiating from her pussy made it feel as though I had thrust my cock into a burning stove.

As I pushed to enter, Amma tried to jerk her body away—a final, futile attempt to avert the inevitable.


“Chinu... no... stop, son. Please... no... no... aaahhhhhh... aaahh... oooooo... uufff...”



With a single thrust, I shattered what is considered the most sacred bond of all.


My cock had slid in halfway. I paused, pulled it back, and then drove it in all the way to the hilt in one swift motion.



Amma moaned, "Oooooohhhhhhh... Maa."


I paused for a moment, closed my eyes, and savored that feeling of pure bliss. The deep, warm walls of Amma’s pussy were gripping my cock tight; it felt incredibly soft inside her.



Then, I opened my eyes and looked at Amma. It was a captivating sight. Her thighs were spread wide and her legs were bent, while her chest and stomach rose and fell with her shallow breaths.



She had raised her arms to grip the headboard, lifting her breasts high; her large, erect nipples seemed to be issuing an invitation.



Her fair, naked body glowed in the soft light of the bedside lamp.


I leaned forward, lifted her thighs a little higher, and planted my hands on either side of her.

Lowering my head further, I kissed her navel. Then, I began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes.



I looked down at the spot where our bodies were joined; my cock was completely drenched in her juices. I pulled it all the way out and then thrust it back in with rapid, powerful strokes.


Amma’s entire body began to shake with the force of my thrusts. She started hissing loudly.






“Oh God... uff, you’re so ruthless...”

I knew that thrusting so rapidly meant I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. So, I lay down on Amma's body and began delivering slow but deep thrusts.



I took her breasts into my mouth and started sucking on them; my sucking and nibbling turned them red.


I lifted my face and kissed Amma's lips. She wasn't resisting anymore—not even putting up a pretense of resistance.

The moment my lips touched hers, she parted them to welcome my tongue.



I started fucking while holding onto Amma's shoulders for support.

With every thrust, I experienced a strange, intense sensation; I had never felt so aroused or ecstatic before. However, in this position, I couldn't thrust very rapidly.


I also couldn't penetrate all the way to the base because I was leaning forward. 

Then, suddenly, Amma spread her thighs upwards, creating more space for me; as her pussy lifted, my cock began to slide in much deeper—right up to the hilt.

This dissolved whatever lingering inhibition remained between us; I realized that Amma, too, was craving a good fucking. I began thrusting with renewed vigor.


I lifted my head and whispered, "I love you, Amma."



Amma responded with a soft, sharp intake of breath.



With every thrust, sounds of "oooh... aaaaahhhh" escaped her lips.


The rhythmic *thap-thap-thap* of our bodies colliding echoed through the room with every stroke.

The melody of her moans—"ooohhh... aaahhh... ufff maa"—aroused me even further.

Amma was now in the throes of sexual ecstasy; her tongue was swirling wildly inside her mouth.

She took my lower lip into her mouth and began to suck on it. I could tell she was nearing her second orgasm by the way her teeth grazed my lip.


It was astonishing to see my religious mother so aroused and lost in passion.



I felt the subtle movements of her lower body and adjusted the rhythm of my thrusts to match hers.



This drove Amma into a frenzy of arousal. She let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms around my back.



She began kissing me wildly, responding to every thrust by arching her hips upward; she would lie flat as I pulled back, but as I thrust down, she would lift her hips to take my cock deep inside her.



Then, her body began to tense up—I knew she was on the verge of climaxing.



She grabbed my buttocks with both hands, her fingernails digging into my flesh. Holding me tight, she began slamming my hips down hard against her pussy.



Then she screamed, "Oh Chinu... hold me... aaaaarrrrggghhhhhh..."


She was on the verge of climaxing, and I was right there too. I ruthlessly kneaded Amma's breasts and sank my teeth into her shoulders, thrusting with full force.


Amma cried out, "Oouuuuu... ufff... are you trying to kill me?


She was becoming overwhelming now. With her feet planted firmly on the bed and a tight grip on my buttocks, she thrust upward with such intensity that I struggled to keep pace.

Her digging fingernails were starting to hurt. She was incredibly aroused, consumed by passion as she approached her orgasm.

Then Amma arched her back, and a sharp cry escaped her lips—"Aaaaiiiii... iiyeeee... Maa..."


Her piercing scream startled me; I was afraid someone might hear. I quickly covered her mouth with mine to silence her.



Amma wrapped her thighs around my buttocks and held me tight. That was when I ejaculated. I kept thrusting, filling Amma’s pussy with my semen.



Amma’s body began to tremble. Then she went still, and after climaxing, I too calmed down and lay right on top of her. My cock was still inside Amma’s pussy.



Amma brought her face close to my neck and planted soft kisses there.



She began caressing my buttocks with her hand, continuing to stroke my shoulders and back for a long time. I started to drift off to sleep right there on top of her; her gentle caresses made my eyelids grow heavy.



Just then, she stirred and shifted to her right. I moved off her and lay down beside her.



I looked at Amma; she was gazing right back at me. She looked straight into my eyes, her own filled with tears.



She pulled me close and buried my face in her ample bosom.


"How did all this happen, son? You’ve completely overwhelmed me, Chinu. What happens now?"

After my desire had been fulfilled, I was now faced with reality.

I had no answer to what Amma had said; I was just as confused and worried.

I didn't have the courage to continue the conversation, so I wrapped my arms around Amma's body, kissed the valley between her breasts, and fell asleep—feeling safe like a child—with my face buried against her chest.

I woke up early in the morning; it wasn't light outside yet. Lying in bed, I began thinking about the events of the previous night.

However, I couldn't think clearly; a multitude of thoughts were racing through my mind.

I felt a deep sense of guilt, yet I couldn't deny that the pleasure I had experienced was unlike anything I had ever known before.


I admitted to myself that Amma had no hand in this incident; it had all happened because of me.



It was my fault that Amma had become a participant in a sin—something that is unthinkable in our society.



Lost in these thoughts, I drifted back to sleep. Later, the movement of the bed woke me up.



I was sleeping facing the window, with my back towards Amma. Her movements made me realize she was getting out of bed.



She switched on the bedside lamp. Looking at the mirror on the wall opposite, I saw Amma sitting up, propped against the headboard, her face covered with her hands. 



She began to sob, and tears streamed down her face. Every now and then, she would murmur, "Oh God! Oh Lord!"



I felt terrible. Not knowing what to do, I simply lay there silently. When I glanced at the mirror again, the beast within me began to stir.



Her ample bosom was visible in the reflection. Just a few hours earlier, I had passionately sucked on those very breasts, but the scene before me now was vastly different.



When Mom had covered her face with her hands, I couldn't see anything in the mirror, but as she wiped her eyes and lowered her hands, Amma’s full, shapely bosom came into view.



I was surprised to see that her breasts hadn't sagged much; they were large and round, retaining their firm shape.



She had tilted her head back, and her breasts swayed slightly with her deep breathing.



Her shoulders, her uplifted chin—everything about her was perfect.



Then, she sat up straight and reached back to tie up her hair. She glanced at me.



Did I see her smile? Yes, she was smiling at me. Then, I felt her hand on my head; she affectionately stroked my hair and then caressed my cheek.


"What have you done, my child?" Amma said.

I saw in the mirror that Amma was leaning over me. Pretending to be asleep, I closed my eyes.

I felt Amma's warm breath on my neck. She pressed her lips against my left temple and stroked my head with her hand for a while.


Then she pulled her lips away and started to get up from the bed. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, but by then, she had already risen.



I strained to listen and heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Just as I was about to lie flat, thinking she had gone into the bathroom, I suddenly saw her reflection in the mirror.



I quickly closed my eyes, then opened them slightly to peek. Amma turned and came to the side of the bed, picking up the nighty from the floor—the one I had taken off and tossed aside during the night.



Clutching the nighty to her chest, she gazed at her naked body in the mirror; her back was towards me.



The sight was maddening. Mom stood before the mirror in her complete nakedness. 



She placed her nighty on the bed and examined herself. She turned slightly to the side to view her reflection, repeating the movement on the other side.



Then, she placed her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them slightly and giving them a gentle jiggle.



I was on the verge of ejaculating right there under the sheet. She continued to gaze at herself in the mirror for a while.



Perhaps she felt a sense of pride that her body was still alluring enough to captivate even her young son.



Then she stepped back a little to view her entire body in the mirror. She was now standing right next to me.



I could sense the fragrance emanating from her body; the mingled scent of her sweat and her natural juices left me intoxicated.



Her naked body glistened in the sunlight streaming into the room. For a moment, I forgot the world and simply gazed at my mother, who looked like a goddess.



The backs of her legs and thighs, visible right before my eyes, were fair and shapely. 



Below her waist, her ample buttocks spread out, swaying gently with her movements. 



Her pink clitoris was partially hidden by the large, full lips of her pussy.



While the intimate areas of most fair-skinned women tend to be dark, hers were fair. 



The mound below her navel looked incredibly alluring.



It felt as though my beloved mother was the embodiment of Rati herself.



She possessed everything a man could desire: long legs, well-shaped breasts, voluptuous buttocks, and that enticing mound below her navel.



I was completely captivated by the sight of her when she suddenly bent down to pick up her nighty from the bed.



As she leaned over, the cleft between her buttocks parted, revealing her pussy to me. 



My cock was fully aroused by now. I felt a sudden urge to fuck her right there, but before I could make a move, she slipped the nighty over her body and walked away.



Then came the sound of the bathroom door closing. I waited to hear the sound of water running.



Then I got up and put on a T-shirt and shorts. Once alone in the room, my mind began to churn again; a conflict arose between my desires and my sense of morality. 



Eventually, I stopped overthinking, opened the door, and retrieved the morning newspaper from the basket.



After ordering breakfast, I started reading the paper. It mentioned that a cold wave was sweeping across North India, yet surprisingly, I felt no joy at the news.



I didn't feel the same happiness about the bad weather forcing me to stay at the hotel that I had felt the night before—I don't know why.


That was when I realized that a heavy silence had settled between Mom and me following the intense lovemaking of the previous night; it was a silence I couldn't bear, and I wanted to break it.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Mom stepped out wearing only a bra and petticoat.

Without looking at me, she began taking her saree out of the suitcase. She stood there for a moment before pulling out a kurta and pyjama—an outfit she rarely wore. 

I didn't have the courage to look directly at her, so I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye.


Unable to bear the tension any longer, I got up and went to the bathroom.



Once inside, I noticed my cock had gone limp; I wasn't feeling aroused anymore either.



I was confused about the whole situation. Just then, I heard Amma placing an order for some magazines and newspapers.



Amma knew only a little English. After that, I started my shower. As the cold water hit my body, the shivering made the turmoil in my mind vanish. I put on a T-shirt and shorts and returned to the room.



Breakfast had arrived, and Amma was pouring tea. I called room service to arrange for laundry and then glanced out the window.



There was a swimming pool directly below our room, and I watched the children swimming.



When Amma called me for breakfast, I sat down across from her. I looked straight into her eyes; she averted her gaze and slid a plate of sandwiches toward me.



I picked up a sandwich and started eating. Whenever I looked at Amma to gauge her thoughts, she would look away.



Yet, I felt that she was watching me whenever I wasn't looking at her. Breakfast ended, but the tension between us remained; neither of us said a word.



As soon as breakfast was over, a waiter arrived to collect the laundry. I handed him the bag of clothes and asked Amma, "Amma, do you have anything else for the laundry?"


Amma simply said, "No." But the moment the waiter turned to leave, she took two nighties out of her suitcase and put them into the laundry bag.

As soon as she left, the maid arrived to clean the room. I sat there wondering what to do next.


After cleaning the room, the maid took two clean bedsheets from her trolley and removed the old ones from the bed.



I was watching her when she held the old sheet up to her nose and sniffed it; there was a large stain on it.



I felt so embarrassed that I turned my face away and looked down at the swimming pool. Just then, the maid started speaking to Amma in Kannada.



I turned to look at her; she was speaking to Amma in broken Hindi, saying softly, "By the grace of Lord may you get to spend many more nights like this."



As she said this, the maid pointed out the stain on the sheet to Amma. Amma was startled; she thought the maid had understood exactly what had happened during the night.



She quickly pulled out a 500-rupee note and pressed it into the maid's hand, hoping to keep her happy and ensure she would stay quiet and not tell her colleagues anything.



Delighted, the maid touched the note to her forehead and said, "May God keep you both happy," before leaving.



As soon as she left, Amma looked at me; her face had turned crimson with embarrassment.



I ran over to her and held her by the shoulders. Amma looked into my eyes and then lowered her gaze to the floor.



I pulled her into a tight embrace, and she began to sob softly. I couldn't say a word; I just held her close against me.



Then, I led her to the bed and helped her sit down. And she rested her back against the headboard of the bed. She sat down right in front of me.



“Why did you do this to me? Had you been harboring lust for me for a long time, or was there something in my behavior that triggered this incident?”



I couldn't look Amma straight in the eye; I kept looking away.



Amma grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards her. “Tell me, son. There is so much to discuss—so much I need to know—about what happened last night.”



Seeing me remain silent, Amma shook me firmly. “Talk to me, son. I am ruined. We have both been affected by this incident.”



“Amma, I never looked at you with that kind of desire before. But that day in the bathroom, when you asked me for your nighty—the day we arrived in Bangalore...” and then I told her the whole story of how my sexual desire had gradually grown.



After hearing the whole story, she began to blame herself and wept.



I said, “Amma, it is true that the feeling first arose in me when I saw you in the bathroom that day.



But why are you holding yourself responsible for what happened? You tried your best to avert what was destined to happen, but you are human too, and you eventually succumbed to physical desires.”


Taking a deep breath, she said, “Chinu, I lost everything because of a single moment of weakness.

Oh God! How did I let this happen?” Then, sobbing, she began to speak, "I have lost my standing in the eyes of my own son.

I am no longer the mother you once revered and respected. From this day on, in your eyes, I am merely a woman of loose character—one who spreads her legs even at this age."

“Amma, please, don’t say that. I love you even more now. You must understand that love cannot exist without respect.

To me, you are a goddess at whose feet I have surrendered everything—my love, my respect, and, if the need arises, even my life.

I never imagined having sexual relations with my mother, yet it happened. It was our destiny.

We can either accept it or spend our time weeping, screaming, and cursing—but what is written in our fate is bound to happen.”


Hearing this, Amma stopped crying and asked in astonishment, “Are you trying to tell me that what happened was right and that we should keep committing this sin? That we should use destiny as an excuse to justify our carnal desires?”



“Amma, neither you nor I can decide what is right or wrong. It simply happened, and I have no regrets or sorrow about it.



Look at yourself—you tried to resist, but deep down, something within you weakened that resistance, and afterwards, you too fully enjoyed the sexual pleasure.



Amma, whether you admit it or not, there was a void or emptiness inside you that even you were unaware of.”



“Amma, look into my eyes and tell me that, after everything that happened, you hate me and do not wish to continue this.



Swear on me, Amma—if you do, I will never trouble you again. You will remain the goddess of my desire in my heart, but I will never ask to have sex with you again. Tell me, Amma.” Tears began to stream from my eyes.



Amma looked at me with her large eyes and murmured, "Oh God!"

She kept gazing at me as if she were looking not at me, but at something deep within my soul.


Then I sat down beside Amma; she shifted slightly to make room for me. I wrapped my arm around her and drew her close.

Amma rested her head on my shoulder and held me by wrapping her arm around my chest.

As I caressed her face, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and she buried her face against my body.

I sat there, holding Amma close to me. At that moment, I felt something I had never experienced before.

It wasn't lust, nor was it exactly love; it was a strange emotion—I couldn't even put a name to it. All sense of guilt or conflict between my desires had vanished.

It was clear to me that I had to fulfill my divine duty of worshipping Amma and loving her.


Despite the physical intimacy we shared, Amma’s stature and the respect I held for her remained unchanged. Holding her like that, with her breasts pressed against my body, aroused me, yet the awareness of her being my mother was also present in my mind.



Had I been in this situation with any other woman, I would have felt arousal, but not the deep emotional connection I felt with Amma.



I touched Amma’s lips with my thumb. I could feel the slight tremor in her lips at the touch.



Gently, I parted her lower lip and slid my thumb slightly inside. She planted a soft kiss on my thumb.



I lifted Amma’s chin; she was looking straight into my eyes, her lips slightly parted. I gazed into her eyes and pressed my lips against hers.



A shiver ran through her body. I slid my tongue into her mouth. Amma offered no resistance and held me firmly.



We continued to kiss. Amma wasn't doing much on her own part. She touched my lips with her tongue and would occasionally take my lower lip between her own.


This gentle, playful kissing continued for a while. Then, I began unbuttoning Amma’s *kurta*.

She went completely rigid; her entire body stiffened. I paused for a moment, and when her body finally began to relax, I quickly undid the buttons and started caressing the tops of her breasts with my fingers.

Amma gripped my shoulder tightly and embraced me, holding my back with her other hand.



I moved my hand down and began caressing Amma's breasts. I rubbed her navel over her *kurta*.

Then, I tried to slide my hand underneath the *kurta*, but it was pinned beneath her body.

Amma lifted her hips slightly, allowing me to pull the *kurta* out from under her. 

When I finally slipped my hand inside, she let out a soft hiss as my touch grazed her stomach.

For a few moments, I continued to stroke her soft belly and caress her navel. Then, I moved my hand upward and touched her breasts.


Amma’s body stiffened once again, yet she offered no resistance; she held me tightly as she let out soft gasps. I gently squeezed both her breasts right over her bra.



Then, I kissed Amma’s lips while reaching behind her to unhook her bra.



Once I freed her breasts from the bra, I began to knead and caress them. I gently massaged her nipple by pressing it between my thumb and middle finger.



A soft "Oh... Maa!" escaped her lips as she lay back on the bed. I, too, lay down beside her, propping myself up on my elbows. Our eyes met, and then she closed them.



I tried to remove Amma’s *kurta*. She helped me by lifting her arms.



As soon as I took it off, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breasts.



I kissed her and gently moved her arms aside. I kneaded her large breasts and licked her areolas and nipples.



As soon as my tongue touched her nipple, Amma hissed sharply and dbangd her arm over me.



We were like a couple of lovers now. Amma’s shyness and hesitation had vanished; she was slowly reciprocating.



She was behaving like a shy girl being touched for the very first time.



I grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them hard.



Amma let out a soft moan and opened her eyes to look at me. She pulled my head close to hers and, while kissing me, slid her tongue into my mouth.



We began kissing passionately. She kissed my cheeks and forehead, then went back to kissing my lips fervently.



I moved my hand down to stroke Amma’s stomach and then slipped it inside the elastic of her pajamas.



I lifted myself up and looked into her eyes; she gazed back calmly, her face expressionless.



As my hand moved further down inside her pajamas, the expression on her face began to change.



The moment my hand touched her pussy, Amma bit her lower lip and turned her face away.



I used my other hand to turn her face back towards me and cupped the mound of her pussy in my palm. Amma kept her eyes squeezed shut.



"Amma, look at me." But she didn't open her eyes.



I pressed down hard on her pussy with my palm. "Amma, please."



Amma opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw a look of intense sexual hunger in her eyes.



I began running my finger along the entire length of her slit, from top to bottom. 



Amma started biting her lip; she lifted her chin, and her thighs went limp.



I slid my middle finger into Amma’s wet pussy.


“Oooo… ooff… Maa!” Amma hissed, then pulled me into her arms and planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

Amma spread her thighs slightly. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and began moving them in and out.

Amma bit my lip and swirled her tongue inside my mouth.


I moved lower, took Amma’s erect nipple between my lips, and sucked on it like a baby.



Then, moving further down, I ran my tongue over her belly. While continuing to finger her pussy, I gently nipped at her soft stomach with my teeth.



Amma kept moaning—"Ooo... ohh... aaaa... aaahhhh."



I withdrew my fingers from Amma’s pussy and started sliding her pajama bottoms down.



Since the pajama was trapped beneath her, I couldn't pull it down easily. I ran my tongue over her navel; she lifted herself slightly, allowing me to remove the pajama.



I pulled it down to her knees and then lay on top of her.



Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked at Amma; she didn't look away.



There was a sense of serenity in her deep eyes, and I saw a faint smile on her face. 



She grabbed my T-shirt with both hands and pulled it off over my head.



Now, Amma’s hands were caressing my entire back—from my shoulders down to my buttocks.



She wasn't averting her gaze; she was looking straight into my eyes.



Then, I began rubbing Amma’s clitoris with my thumb while moving two fingers in and out of her pussy.



Amma bit her lip and arched her waist, twisting her body. "Oooo... ooh! Chinu, I can't bear it.



You’ve brought me so far that there’s no turning back now. Love or lust—the line between them is very fine, my son.



I don't even understand my own feelings. You must understand yourself. If this is all just frenzy, then I swear you to this: let this be the last time. Son, don't let me fall any lower."



"I don't know what this is either, Amma; perhaps it is neither love nor lust.



I cannot give you a lecture on philosophy right now, but tell me to complete the cycle that began at the very place where I was born."



"Tell me, Amma—you say this is a sin. Does that mean every living being in this world is the fruit of their parents' sin? Why is there celebration at a child's birth? Is offspring the fruit of sin or a divine blessing? Don't start talking about who has the right to engage in intercourse and who doesn't.



Father—a man you had neither seen nor loved before marriage—"



"He could engage in intercourse with you; he could have a sexual relationship with you.



So why does the love of the child born from your own body—when it manifests physically—suddenly become a sin? Tell me, Amma, why is that? You might not have an answer, but to me, this doesn't feel like a sin at all; making love to you feels like an act of worship."



“Oh my, son—you’ve turned into a philosopher in just a few hours. They really do say a man’s brain lies between his legs,” Amma said with a mischievous smile, pulling me down to kiss me.



I hooked my big toe into the elastic of her pajamas and tugged them down; Amma kicked her legs, letting the garment slide off completely.



Now, my lovely Amma lay completely naked in my arms. Yet, surprisingly, I felt no rush; there was none of that frantic, ravenous urgency with which a man and woman usually pounce on each other when naked.



I was proceeding with a calm composure—a calmness that surprised even me.



Just then, I felt a desire to behold Amma in her full glory. I stepped away from the bed and stood a short distance off, gazing at her.



Catching me looking at her like that, Amma tried to cover herself. I leaned down and stopped her.



“Amma, let me gaze upon this vision of beauty—this image of Rati herself. Please, don’t deny me the chance to behold this sight.” Amma calmed down after hearing my plea.



She bent her knees, arched her waist slightly, and extended her arms. In that pose, she looked as sensuous as a sculpted woman from the Khajuraho temples; seeing the smile on her face made me feel like I was on the verge of climaxing.



I took off my shorts and lay down beside Amma. Sliding one arm under her neck, I pulled her towards me for a kiss.



Amma reciprocated fully, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her hands began to caress my bare back, tracing a path from my shoulders down to my buttocks.



She ran her fingers along the cleft of my buttocks, squeezing and stroking them.



There was no longer any sense of guilt between us; the moment was so blissful that I could have simply lain there with Amma all day without even having intercourse.



It felt as though time had stood still for me. I wanted to prolong those moments of ecstasy; I wished for them to never end.



I took Amma’s hand and placed it on my cock. At first, she touched it lightly, then held it gently.



After a few moments—which felt like an eternity to me—she began to caress my balls. I lifted my head and looked at Amma.


“I am proud that you were born from my own body...”

"Oh..." Amma said, stroking my cock. Then, she squeezed it hard and pulled my head down, pressing it against her bosom.


Lifting my head from between Amma’s breasts, I moved down and positioned myself between her thighs. Just as I was about to put my mouth to her pussy, she stopped me.



"Chinu, today is not the time for mere pleasure. Today, son, take me across this treacherous river of shame and worldly constraints.



There will be other opportunities for pleasure. Before my courage fails me, sweep me away with you today, son."



Suppressing the urge to bury my tongue in her pussy, I moved up and leaned over her thighs. Amma spread her legs to make room for me.



Holding my cock in my hand, I began rubbing it against her pussy lips and clitoris. Amma arched her hips, and the friction against her clitoris made her hiss softly.



"Oh Mother, I seek permission for this transcendent union. Accept me—your son—into your womb, Mother."



Placing my hands on either side of her, I looked into Amma’s eyes, where I saw both ecstasy and tears.


"Come, take me, son. Your mother welcomes you. But I bind you by a vow to uphold your responsibilities and honor."

Saying this, Amma grasped my cock and positioned it against the opening of her pussy. Lifting her buttocks slightly, she signaled for me to thrust forward.

I slowly slid my cock into Amma’s pussy; the lips of her pussy parted to let it enter. It felt incredibly pleasurable.

Then, I pulled my cock almost all the way out, grabbed her waist, and thrust it in up to the hilt in one swift motion.


A long gasp escaped Amma’s lips. I looked up at her; she was biting her lip and arching her back, but to my surprise, her eyes weren't closed—she was looking straight into mine.



She kept gazing at me, then raised her arms. I moved into her embrace and pressed my lips against hers.



Feeling the heat of her pussy against my cock, I slid my tongue into her mouth.



Then, I began moving my cock in and out slowly. Amma lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Understanding the signal, I started fucking her with long, deep strokes—pulling most of the length out and thrusting it back in with a single, powerful motion that made her body shake.



I kept doing this while looking into her eyes. Biting her lower lip, Amma moaned, "Oof... aah... oh... Beta... ummm." Her moans aroused me intensely, but I maintained my composure and continued fucking her at a steady pace.



Keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, I gazed at her entire body. I looked down at my cock, which was embedded deep within her.



I inserted it a little and then pulled it out. My cock was completely drenched in the juices from my beloved Amma’s pussy—the very pussy that had been forbidden to me until yesterday, the very pussy that had given me birth.



That feeling is beyond words. I ran my hands over Amma’s thighs and squeezed the flesh firmly. I looked at Amma; she was smiling.



“What I see in your eyes cannot be a sin, my son. I never realized until today what it was I had been searching for, but I feel a sense of wondrous completeness.



It feels as though I had been waiting for this. Come, my son, and fulfill your mother.”



Saying this, Amma lifted her thighs, arched her buttocks, and raised her pussy up towards me.



Putting my weight on both hands, I began thrusting deeply into her pussy. In this position, my cock was penetrating her very deeply.



The thrusting made Amma’s breasts bounce, and she tilted her chin upwards.


“Ufff, Ma... aah... son... fill me up, son. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it feels so good. Aah... aah, son.”

Amma told me to go faster. So, I began fucking her vigorously. She lifted her head to watch my cock sliding into her pussy, then wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me closer.

I lowered myself and started sucking on her nipples, which heightened her pleasure manifold.


“Suck it, son. I wish I still had milk in my breasts.”



I sucked her nipple hard.



“Aaaaa… aaah, Chinu,” Amma moaned.



While fucking her, I sucked on both her breasts intensely; I had never experienced such pleasure before.



Amma placed her hands on my buttocks, gripping them tightly to pull me towards her, and a moan escaped her lips with every thrust.



I still wish I could have captured that scene on camera. (Although, later on, I expressed a desire to record our lovemaking, and she agreed; once she saw the footage, she would ask me to record us with the camcorder every time we had sex.)



Suddenly, Amma started thrusting her hips upward, meeting every one of my thrusts from below.



The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room. She was thrusting so vigorously that it became difficult for me to keep up.



The room filled with the sound of slapping flesh and Amma’s moans.


I felt that Amma was nearing her orgasm. She was bouncing me up and down between her thighs like a doll.

“Chinu… ah… son, go faster… ooh… son, I am stranded in the middle of the stream; help me cross over, my child.”