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Vimala

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Vimala

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-19-

One month later…  in Delhi … Mohan (Vimala’s husband) accidentally got hold of Chintu’s dairy. Mohan is surprised that his son has habit of writing dairy , most of the times he is busy with his phone

He started reading.. its about his recent trip to the village along with his sister and mom to mama’s house..
   
My memorable days with my mom !!!!



Ten minutes may have passed before I heard my mom calling, 'Chintu can you pass me my nightie' I absent mindedly picked the garment from bed and walked up to the bathroom door and called. She opened the door and just shoved her hand through the crack. I reached up to hand it over, and then my world went upside down.

Bathroom was designed in the pattern where bath was on the left, once you enter and wash basin and the dresser were on right. Door was hinged on the left side of the frame so when the door opens completely bath stays partially obscured behind the door. But when mom open just a crack and hid herself behind, she was standing in front of full size mirror fitted on the dresser platform and me standing out had full access to her nude image in the mirror.

As you know she is not one of those drop dead gorgeous MILF who had retained pertness of her breasts and has a figure to kill for, like mothers in most of the fantasies. She has huge breasts, fairly wide hips flaring in the shape of a pitcher, below her 'not so narrow', waist.

However, her waist did appear narrow when looked upon in relation to her ample bosom and an extra wide bottom. She stood tall at 5feet 5 inches, taller than an average Indian female. Ah! And one more thing she is extremely fair. Her complexion is like saffron in milk with a pinch of vermillion in it.

Standing there at the door, I saw her full nude in the mirror and was transfixed to that image. Her breasts were huge but surprisingly did not sag a lot. They were some what upturned. She was standing sideways; I could see her large pink areola topped with an erect nipple, thick and big as first digit of my thumb. Her midriff was fleshy and swelled, giving her a curvaceous sexy look, sloping and gently rising to form upper part of her pudenda which eventually disappeared amongst the 'v' of her thighs. Her thighs were big and fleshy but had shape to them. They were stout and tapering down beautifully just above the knee, like that of an athlete, and then lower legs with fleshy calves looked beautiful.

I was jolted out of my trans when she admonished 'what are you doing, hand it quick, I am freezing'. I hurriedly handed her the garment and went back to watch TV.

Now my thoughts were a mix of emotions, I was aroused and at the same time feeling guilty of harboring such thoughts about my own mother. Thinking sexually about your mother is gravest of the sin in our society. I was dying of that guilt and at the same time was unable to erase that image from my mind. It was like I exploded into two different personalities, good one is chiding me for being aroused looking at the nudity of my own mother and the evil one is taking its control over my mind and body and keeping me in a continuous state of arousal.

Guilt was unbearable and so was the desire, I was almost in tears. Before that moment mom was someone to be worshiped I never had any sexual feelings for her. It was unthinkable to me.  



She came out of the bathroom wearing a sleeveless white cotton nightie. Other than the absence of sleeves it was a fairly conservative garment reaching down till her ankles. She looked beautiful in wet lose hair reaching middle of her back.

Looking at her I couldn't help imagining her nude self. She was not wearing any bra and her magnificent breasts swayed when she walked. She stood before the mirror in bedroom brushing her hair. Both of her arms were raised and with every stroke I was treated with savory sight of her breasts moving in unison with arms. Lamp over the mirror shed light on the front of her form, so when looked from behind her naked silhouette could be seen inside the garment.
She got up and came to sit beside me, she smiled lovingly and pulled me to her. My head was resting on her ample bosom, for a moment I forgot the world around me and felt like a child once again. 

I hugged her. She drew me tighter into her and comforted me with soothing words which I couldn't make out. She thought I am feeling guilty for not listening to her advice all these years, but I had an entirely different reason to cry for. I felt guilty for thinking sexually about my mother who had been so concerned about my well being.

After about ten minutes I regained my composure and became conscious of my where about. It is then I realized that I am resting on her organs of my new found passion. No matter how much I cursed myself, I couldn't help my arousal. My right cheek was resting just below her shoulder, from where flesh begins to rise gently. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of her enormous cleavage. Her nightie was pulled down a bit and top of her breasts were exposed more than what neck of the garment usually allowed.

   

I was in a trance like condition, my right arm was around her back and I wrapped my left around the front of her, which took its course through the top and brushed her nipples. I held her right shoulder and let my arm loosely hang over her breasts. I was completely taken over by the intense desire, pushing sanity and virtues behind, I was about to put my lips on her cleavage when she suddenly but gently pushed me upright and said, 'OK Chintu lets get done with the dinner and sleep '. This got the evening to an end.

She went to bed and instantly started snoring. I played and replayed the entire episode of my moral decline in my head. Confused though I was but by now the good Chintu was overpowered by the bad Chintu and I resorted to masturbate thinking of her. I kept playing with my dick imagining her dripping wet and completely naked in the bathroom. When I realized I cannot hold back anymore, I got up to visit the bathroom and unload.

As I got up I threw a casual glance towards mom what I saw chilled me to the bone, there she was lying on her right, and her nightie was hiked all the way up to where those mammoth thighs were ending in to her big rounded hip. Her left leg was bent from the knee and thighs were at right angle to her body. Entire leg was open to my eyes with rounding white butt just peeping from underneath the comforter.

I stood transfixed, slowly my hand found my dick and I started to jack off there itself looking at my mother's nudity. I didn't realize how close I am to the bed till I started to shoot. My eyes were closed and despite my efforts to muffle, an animal grunt left my mouth. When satiated I became immediately worried about my proximity to the bed. I was wondering if my jism landed on her, thought gave me an erotic feeling of having my sperm on my mother's body and at the same time got me a shade worried.

 

I thought against switching on the lights and opened the bathroom door instead. Light from the bathroom spilled in the room and I could see few drops lying on her right inner thighs. I mulled over the options available, one try to wipe it and risk her waking up and finding me in a difficult situation, two just leave it there it will dry out and she wouldn't notice in the morning.

My dark desire of running hand on her thighs made me overlook the risk. I picked up a face towel and knelt beside her on the ground. I gently swabbed the spot, while I was doing it I felt a strange aroma, fragrance of a woman's vagina is no news to me but this was an intense musk with a hint of some perfume. I think she uses some sort of scent on her pubic region to kill odor of sweat and slime. I sat there for long inhaling that sweet arousing aroma.

By now I was completely overtaken by desire to copulate with my own mother. Strangely I was not feeling dirty; I looked upon her as a heavenly being with whom I yearned to engage in sex with purity akin to worship. The contradiction between social norms, relationship and desire to achieve final frontiers of human love remained, but with a feeling which I cannot describe.

I dozed off sitting there, I do not recall what woke me up but when I did wake up I saw her lying straight with her left leg completely exposed up to the top of her thighs and right a little below the region thighs meet pelvis. Her breasts were mountains of flesh drooping to their sides. It was a sight to behold; I stood there soaking up the beauty and after a while decided to go to bed.

On the bed it wasn't easy to catch sleep. I was thinking once we get back home this will be over. I would never find her alone, and such peeps would be difficult if not impossible.

I desperately wanted to spend few more days here to bring this to a conclusion.   I went off to sleep.

I woke up in the morning to see my mother giving final touches to her saree. She was looking radiant in white silk with blood red border. My eyes instantly went to her breasts hidden beneath folds of silk. Their shape could be seen well outlined in her blouse. I guess she uses wired uplifting bras that are a size smaller than what actually fits.

Never before I had such minutely observed her bust, but now that I am doing I can see that she takes good care of her assets. Her breasts were upright and tightly encased giving them an erotic rounded appearance. I sighed and started to get ready.

We attended a local wedding as mama and sister went to another function for few days. We needed to cover the attendance. When we reached our room it was past 8 PM and both, me and mom , were at the end of our wits.
 
I went to my room and changed and came back to living room to find mom  lazing on the bed watching TV, she was wearing a sleeveless nightie that was drawn up to level of her knees. Mix of seeing some beautiful village girls at the wedding and mom’s skin got me extremely hot and bothered.  She was busy watching TV and I kept soaking her beauty.

When the door bell rang and I got up to open she jumped off the bed went straight to the bathroom. It was the neighbour needing some salt. After he left I told mom to come out, which is when it dawned on me why she did not want the neighbor to see her. The nightie she was wearing was reaching just few inches below her knee but had a wide round neck with sleeveless shoulders. Since she was still wearing bra she was showing an ample cleavage. It wasn't exposing by any standards but for a conservative Indian mother it sure wasn't modest.

She caught my eyes and explained 'All others were dirty, we have to call for maid tomorrow'.

I said 'it is ok mom '.

We closed all the doors and decided to retire for the night. Coming into the room I noticed that she had taken off her bra and was stuffing it in the laundry hamper. As I crossed in front I looked into her dress and was greeted with a heavenly view of her hanging breasts. I could see deep inside through her neck up till the flab on her belly. But then it ended there itself , with no sure way of broaching the subject.  I did not take her attire or her demeanor to be an invitation. It for sure did not suggest so and I did not have the courage to take the cue and proceed. So I decided to rest my nuts and thought against torturing me by looking and imagining.

I was jolted out from my dream world when mom said, 'Chintu ,do you have some painkillers, my entire body is hurting from sitting on that uncomfortable seat at the wedding hall'. I fished out some tablet with water and asked 'mom  would you like to have tea?' She refused, then I brewed one for myself and sat on the bed sipping it.

After about ten minutes she asked 'Chintu beta can u massage my back and legs, it is hurting, I cannot sleep'?



I agreed and absent mindedly got up to switch on the bed lamp. As the light spilled over her body once again my desire got hold of me, her nightie, short as it is had risen up to the knee. She was lying on her left facing my bed and a good portion of her breasts was spilling out from the wide round neck of the garment.

I went and sat on her bed towards her legs and as I did so she turned to lie straight on her back. In her endeavor to turn her bulk she twisted and had risen slightly giving me a flashing sight of her breasts that jiggled and showed a lot of skin.

I took her leg in my lap and started massaging her feet she felt good and said 'son, may God give you my remaining years,, me and your father are lucky as parents to have a caring son like you'. I kept silent at any other time this would have evoked strong sonly emotions but right now I was completely taken over by carnal desire. I just smiled and continued massaging her feet.


 
After a while I asked mom  to raise and bend the knee to facilitate massaging her strained calves. She did and now her legs are making an inverted V, this caused her already short nightie to slide a little down towards waist on her sloping thigh.

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Sight was maddening, I slowly started to massage the exposed lower leg. My heart was beating I guess a thousand beats a minute, I could feel the pounding on my temple. Mom herself was in a trance like state. It may be due to the combination of medicine and comforting massage.

She was showering all sorts of praises on me in a barely audible voice. I shifted a little and started massaging her right thigh. I started from the top that was her raised knee and proceeded downward pressing her muscles with firm hands. As I reached the point where her nightie was resting I shivered, I wanted to go further down but couldn't gather courage to do so. Thus I continued traversing my palms between her knees and to the middle. I alternated my attention from calves to thighs and then backwards.

Then the unthinkable happened, she sighed and murmured 'May every mother is blessed with a son like you, Chintu' and stretched her left leg straight. Since her right knee was raised, stretching of left leg bared it almost to the point where thighs joined. This threw me completely out of gear and I started to think if she is in the game of tease.

In my unsure state of mind I started to move my hands further down the knee towards her hip, and at one time pushed her garment further. Now I have her legs displayed in most erotic manner. Inside of her soft huge thighs were before me and I had the chance to caress them under the pretense of massage. I started to get greedy and moved over to the left leg and continued my tryst with opportunity and fate.



After about 15 minutes she said 'Chintu massage my back now, please'. Saying this mom turned over to her belly. I was stunned by the sight that was before my eyes. When she turned, owing to her bulk she couldn't do it in one go, as she turned over and then wriggled to get comfortable, she tried to pull her nightie down but not with conviction and that left both the legs bare all the way up to beginning of her bums.

Her hips were not fully bared but a major part was naked before me. I couldn't take my eyes away from her now. Mom is naked up her hips, her white fleshy thighs were joined from above the knee up to the crack of her ass as the flesh was flattened from underneath. At the beginning of the crack I could make out her cunt lips between her trimmed pubes. I don't know how long I kept watching and soaking up the view.

Then I realized what am I doing, I can go a little further and do more than looking, and how far I can take this is now a matter of luck and circumstances. My life hung on a balance. One wrong move and there will be hell of a lot to pay. At the age of 18 trying to copulate with your own mother, I would be condemned for life. But I had reached a point where caution was set aside by desire.

Without thinking much I straddled her thighs and started to massage her back delicately with my thumb and fingers. Every time I moved my fingers her nightie slid back wards a little. After awhile her nightie slid up till the middle of her bum, huge buttocks were bared to my eyes. I feasted on the sight of her white fleshy ass.


I kept massaging her back but was careful not to lay hands on her bare ass. By now my penis was full mast and peeping through the leg of my Bermudas. I straddled her little further up, towards her bums, and continued my massage. I was taking extra effort to relax and make her feel good. I knew that medicine is taking effect on her and if I exercise a little patience and keep up the act of a good masseur, who knows what night has in store for me.

I slowly slid her nightie further back, it was now resting just above the point where waist begins to flare. Man I took my chance, I snaked my hands underneath the garment and started to caress small of her back gently, applying pressure with my fingers. I had to bend and creep up every time I reached for her back. This made my bare penis to touch her bare ass. I adjusted to keep my penis to just slide and not poke into her butt crack.

I was in a very bad shape, I was aroused like a bull and was looking for an opening to fulfill my fantasy. I was becoming impatient; I started moving my hands towards her sides and few times below her waist caressing her bums.



I reached up to her shoulders with my thumbs traversing the length of her spine and fingers drooping to the sides. My fingers touched the sides of her breasts. Her breasts were flattened and a large portion was splayed on the sides. I dropped my hands to her sides and started caressing them. She gave out a long oooooo...h! I froze in my tracks and quickly went ahead up to her shoulders and started gently massaging them. That is when my penis got lodged in her crack and I froze.

It was an exquisite feeling, penis was a bit slobbery due to the pre-cum and when a part of it's bulbous head got trapped in her mountains of flesh.

I guess she knew it by then, but was too shocked and embarrassed to speak. Off course, what woman can keep her mind, when she realizes that it is her son's penis lodged firmly inside her between her bums. Feeling was exquisite and maddening, I rubbed it a couple of times and realized that I may cum right away.



I was completely taken over by desire, my focus was only upon achieving what is forbidden and considered an act of sin. Without thinking much I pushed my Bermuda down and roughly hiked her garment all the way up to her neck baring her completely and laid myself over her.

I began kissing back of her neck, caressing her arms and tried to reach her breasts. I held my penis and started to push it further down the forbidden depths. I felt some thing opening to my pressure and another shove got me in a little. But oh my God that was not Vagina it was her anus, too flamed up to care I pushed ahead.

She shivered and screamed ' Ai.e...ey..eyeeeee maa.., Chintuuuuu....yeh kya..'(what is this) in a surprised and rising tone. She abruptly turned on her back to face me. I raised myself on my arm and when she got settled on her back just lowered my self on top of her. She looked into my eyes with disbelief and shock.

My penis was just on top of her vagina and my hands locked over her breasts and kneading them. I do not know what triggered it, but I started to cum. My hips bucked and I humped the soft tight crevasse formed by our united abdomens, holding her big breasts. I kept humping till all what I had in store for all these days spilled, on her belly.



She sensed it and closed her eyes with an exasperated sigh and said ' yeh kya kiya tumne' (what have you done). I was shocked, embarrassed and scared, orgasm was so intense that for a moment I lost consciousness. I continued to lie on her with my face buried in the valley between her breasts. I did not know how to react.

I opened my eyes, my world had changed for ever, me, mom and the world around us will never be the same. It could be the beginning of destruction of a pious relationship or beginning of an even more divine affection, I did not know and didn't care either. It was as if I was sucked into a twister, tossed, turned and thrown around which left me completely disoriented.

 

Slowly I got my bearings and became aware of my position. I was lying on top of my mother with my semen acting like glue joining us together. I felt the slimy wet presence of my seed between us. My penis was between our abdomens and suddenly I became aware of prickly feeling of her trimmed pubes on the base of my penis. As it dawned on me that it is her pubes, my penis started to grow. Soon my head got cleared off all confusing chain of thoughts, only thing that occupied my conscious self, my desire to make love to my mother.

Her nightie was bunched beyond her breasts up to her neck. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the wonderful sight of her magnificent breasts. She was a sight to behold, with her face turned left, eyes closed, left hand across her breasts hiding the nipples and right was above her shoulder with fingers entwined with mine. I never realized that I was holding her hand like that. I freed my hand, slid on to her left and raised my head to look at her.

In little illumination that was there her body was glowing fluorescent. She tried to rise using both her arms for support, when she got herself propped on her elbows she looked at me, straight into my eyes.

Those big beautiful eyes seemed big rather vast like expanse of an ocean. I got mesmerized with those looks it was like her entire self was just there in her eyes. I reached up to kiss them and she turned her face to avoid the inevitable. I held her face and with a little force turned her to face me. Looking into her eye again sent shivers down my spine. I just closed mine and brushed my lips gently over her eyelids.

'Chintu ab rahne do, jo ho gaya use bhool jao......'(Chintu, leave it now, what ever happened try to forget).

She tried to rise further to leave the bed turning away from me. I snaked my right arm across her chest then underneath her armpit and held her tight. Using weight of my torso I laid her down by gently pushing her left elbow away. She slumped with a muffled cry of protest.

With my eyes closed I moved to kiss her on lips. I ended up pecking her nose, then eventually found her thick full lips. I started with wet licks and tried to pry her mouth open but with no avail. Then I resorted to alternatively sucking on her upper and lower lips. I pushed my left hand under her neck and pulled my right one from underneath her and started to caress her breasts. This evoked a gasp, with a lot of efforts she pushed me up to say 'oof..Chintu, kuch sharm karo beta main tumahari maa hun. Yahin ruk jao aur age mat badho'(have some shame son I am your mother. Stop here don't go any further).

'Papa ke bare mein socho beta, main kya munh lekar jaungi unke same, maan jao chinoo.'(Think about papa, how will I ever face him.)

Her breasts felt like nothing I ever felt before.  Mom 's breasts were firm and heavy. With all jostling we did their swaying and shaking was extremely erotic to me.

All this while I kept my eyes closed, I was afraid that if I looked into her pleading eyes I may get on a guilt trip.
 
  

I forced her hands from my shoulders and dipped to suck on her nipple while my hand kept caressing her breasts. I sensed her nips getting hard in my mouth, I caught her nipple between my thumb and index finger and started teasing them. On the other nip I was doing the same with my lips and teeth. Teasing caused her to squirm, she was turning her head left and right and giving out muffled sighs. Initially she tried to dislodge me and tried pushing holding my shoulders, but my manipulations weakened her protest to only verbal 'mat karoooo.......hai Bhagwan ...,ooof".(Don't do it. Oh! God)


So finally she is getting there, her body is beginning to react differently from her mind. Was it pure sexuality that had risen in her or it was the erotic taboo feeling of being felt by her own son? It was long before that question got a response.


I dug my heel between her thighs and pried her legs open and got on top of her. My penis touched her vagina she shrieked, 'aree...'(a surprised ouch) I shifted up rested my engorged penis on her belly, it was reaching up to her belly button. I held her face in my palms and turned her to face me she opened her eyes looked straight into mine

 

'mom , I love you, aaj mujhe mat rokiye, main aurat nahin maa aur devi ke roop mein hi apko pana chahta hun.' (Do not stop me tonight mother, I want to make love to you like a goddess mother, a deity and not like a woman)

'Chintuu mat age badho sab barbad ho jayega, tum itne chchote nahin ho ki iska parinam na samajh sako'(You are old enough to foresee the repercussions of this act, don't go any further everything will be destroyed ) ' maa se sambhog nahin kiya jata.tumahari yaoun iksha ne tumko pagal kar diya hai, beta apne par kaboo rakho yeh pap mat karo.(One is not supposed to have intercourse with his mother, your have lost your mind because of your carnal desire, do not commit sin )

'Kuch bhi nahin badlega mom , Yeh to manav prem ki parakashtha hai'.(nothing will ever change mother, this is epitome of love). 'Jis sambhog mein shrishti ki rachna nihit hai who paap kaise ho sakta hai mera aapke sath sambhog vasna nahin puja hai'.(In intercourse lies the genesis of creation, how ever it can be sin. My intended intercourse is not lust it is worship)



'Chup raho yeh prem nahin vasna hai, maa aur bête ke prem mein aise sambandh nahin hote'.(Shut-up, this is no love, it is lust, love between mother and son is nothing akin to what you are trying to do.)

'tum mere shareer se apni kaam iksha shant karna chahte ho aur uske liye yeh tarq de rahe ho. Tum kaise bhul sakte ho ki main tumahari maa hun. Jis yoni ko tum bhogna aur apmanit karna chahte ho wahi tumhare janm ki kaarak hai'. (You are giving unfound logics just to satiate your desire with my body, Do you realize, my vagina that you want to exploit and insult is the reason of your being in this world.)

Mom  maa aur bête ka pyar hi nisswarth hota hai, sambhog to premiyon ke prem ki parakashtha hai. Phir maa bête ke bich yadi ho to burai kyon hai. Putra to maa ke shareer se hi bana hai phir wohi shareer aprapya kyun hai.'(Only love that is selfless in this world is the one between mother & son. Making love is the epitome of affection between two people then why it is sin if happens between a mother and son. Son is formed from mother's body itself, then why it is untouchable to him).

' Aapki yoni ka bhog aur apman to main soch bhi nahin sakta, sirf yoni hi kyon main to aap se sampurna prem ki yachna kar raha hun, aisi purnta jo ek maa putra ko hi de sakti hai. Aur aisi atm tripti jo putra ko kewal maa se hi prapt ho sakti hai.(Desecrating your vagina, thought itself is repugnant to me, Why only vagina I seek fulfillment of my soul from yours, such fulfillment that son can only achieve from mother and which a mother can only give to her son, her own self ).



'aisa nisswarth kaam pati- patni, premi- premika, ya kisi aur sambandh mein sambhav nahin. Stri aur purush ke beech kewal maa our putra ka sambandh hi purna hai baki har taraf to vasna aur swarth hi hai.' (Such selfless love making doesn't exist between man-wife, lovers, or in any known relationship. The only relationship between a woman and man, which can be considered complete and truly divine, is that of mother and son, every where else it is just lust and selfishness).

Mom  opened her lips to say something but I didn't give her the chance, I was not going to plead a case before a jury. I jammed my mouth on hers and snaked my tongue inside. She tried to turn away; I held her face softly but firmly to thwart any such move. After few moments of struggle she just lied quietly. I moved my lips to her cheek followed the line to the side of her neck and returned to her mouth. I was surprised to notice that I didn't have to struggle to part her lips. She just opened her lips and, though did not reciprocate, she didn't resist either.

There she was lying in my arms with the only garment on her body bunched up, I was reaching beyond my any pervious known state of arousal. Seeing her resigned, excited and not resisting I held her in my arms like lover and kissed her allover. All along my now confident moves, she kept her eyes closed and stayed still, yet muffled grunts and sighs and hisses did escape her lips. Which I couldn't reckon was resulting from her arousal or discomfort.

I tried to take off her nightie, she did resist a little but my persistence paid off and got her stark naked, with out a stitch on. Then I got up to remove my only remaining garment, my T-Shirt.

As I took it off and slid beside her again, I was surprised that she neither tried to cover herself nor she tried to leave the bed, even though she had the chance. This emboldened me enough to take it to another level.

 

I got on top of her and started to caress her magnificent breasts. I was now consumed with my passion but I was surprised that it did not elicit any animalistic rough moves as I usually do with my wife in a similar state.

I was calm and gently kissing her breasts and swirling my tongue around her areolas. I lovingly held her each breasts and sucked on nipples then moved my tongue between them feeling their soft pressure on my cheeks, I pressed them further and God it felt heavenly. From the middle of her breasts I started to trace my tongue down. I kissed and licked on her big smooth belly and moved hands to caress her waist and thighs. When I started to swirl my tongue in her deep navel, a shiver ran down her entire body. I kept going down and felt stubs of her shaved pubes on my face.

 

She immediately clenched her thighs, still I could run my tongue through the top of her slit. Then suddenly I felt her relaxing. With one hand kneading her breast, flicking her nip I snaked other one between her thighs and in a bold move pushed my middle finger in her vagina.

She gasped, shivered and called 'Chinooooo...tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?'(are you out of your mind?)

She was slobbering wet, which fully explained her passive compliance. I kept playing with her vagina, running my finger up and down her slit and gently manipulating her clit. As she relaxed a little I got between her thighs and opened them to gain full access to her. I commenced in-out moves with my finger and went down to lick her clit with my tongue. I inserted my tongue between her closed outer lips. They were thick, big and quite fleshy, I nibbled on them a little before going ahead.

As I started to lap and lick her vagina she gave out a muffled scream, 'ooo...oooof! Chintu yeh kya ho gaya hai tumhe, kya kar diya tumne.(Oh! Chintu what have you done, what has gotten into you). I nuzzled between her lips and sucked her hard pulling her clit into my mouth, 'ooo....oof hey Bhagwan mujhse bardasht nahin ho raha kya karun main.'(Oh god I can't take anymore)

She reached out with her hand and caressed my bald head and then moved to softly touch my cheek. I waited for push and shove to dislodge me but that never came. I knew then, that from here onwards everything will be beautiful. Now that the guilt of forcing myself on my mother was off my back, I started to live the moment. I put my index finger in too and started to rub with a little vigor. At the same time I completely enveloped her vagina with my mouth and started to suck her clit into me.



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Mohan stopped reading the dairy further as it was too hot for him and also tough to digest

One thing he has noticed after they came back from mama, that they are more focused on studies which is obvious from the progress report
Kids are well behaving and wife Vimala is not nagging much..

One day Mohan came from office early, went to kitchen

 

He was not shocked to see Bablu licking Chitti’s young pussy.

That night he saw Vimala getting up from the bed and going to kids room at mid night


He followed her and was watching the action

   



Again, he was not surprised

Next day after coming from office, he went to his bed room, he saw Bablu fucking Vimala..

After seeing him, they didn’t stop

Mohan sat on the chair , pulled out his tool and was helping himself.


 

Bablu saw dad and smiled.. Vimala  simply ignored her husband..

He confessed its his mistake for ignoring the growing kids and what they are doing.  Whatever their mama Prasad did, he should have done it long back .. things wouldn’t have been so bad.. anyway he says he is happy now that they found the solution

  

Next day night Mohan saw Bablu making love to his sister. Mohan threw him down and opened his zipper and asked Chitti to pardon him and punish him for not taking care of her .. Little girl spread her pussy further wide open and said “you prove to be better than mama, otherwise I will punish you”

Mohan was trying his best to prove himself, while Bablu is finishing himself on the floor moaning and shouting to encourage papa and sister




Seeing the loving brother struggle on his own, she invited him to join the papa and show papa how to make her happy

After 3 months Prasad came to Delhi to see the progress and he is very happy at whats going on

 

Vimala thanked bhayya in her own style


 

Mama’s visit wont be completed unless he and Bablu made love to Vimala doing a blind date




"humm.. humm.. hummm. mama, I want to come with you.. please.."


Chitti’s cute expressions earned mama’s heart and he took her along with him to the village !!! 

Poor Chitti had to bear the brunt of mammoth cock which she is addicted to !!!

No !!! this is not another addiction

All addictions are not bad !!!

Keeping mama happy is not !!!

Keeping mom happy is not !!!


********* Completed *********


(Thank you all for reading and liking)

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Thnk u fr this story , tho not an incest fan , liked the idea...

Thanks for wonderful story

super story .. quick ending though ... expected more between mama, mom, bablu, chitti

Amazing

thank you all