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

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Mother and Son Trip Leads To Marriage with son and A guy and Pregnant

Mother : Sulochana age-50
Son : Chinu age-32
Rahul : A guy age-19
Shivangi : Wife of chinu age-30

Mother: Sulochana



son:chinu



A guy:Rahul



Shivangi: Wife of chinu



I belong to a higher middle class family from North India. I have two sisters and a brother, and I am the eldest among them. All four of us are married.

I live with my wife, my four-year-old son, and my parents. My father runs a substantial business; we hold a distributorship for engineering products, and we manage the business together. The business generates a good income, which is sufficient for us.

My younger brother lives abroad with his family.

This happened in December 2009, when North India was in the grip of a biting cold wave.

Business was a bit slow during those winter months. Around that time, my mother expressed a desire to visit tourist places in South India.

She wanted to visit the beaches and beautiful places on January 15th, a festival day. Since my father was unwell, he asked me to accompany her.

I wasn't keen on going, so I kept making excuses.

I am a family-oriented person and didn't feel like traveling away from my family. 

However, my mother insisted on going, so I was compelled to agree. We then decided that the two of us—mother and son—would make the trip once the weather improved.

Seeing my reluctance, my wife kept teasing me, saying I wasn't fulfilling my duty as a son and that I ought to take my mother for the tour she so desired.

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Once the weather improved, we took a train from our city to Delhi and then caught a flight from Delhi airport to Madurai in South India.

From there, we booked a car and kept it with us for the entire journey. The weather in South India was pleasant.

We first visited Rameswaram and then traveled to another pilgrim place from there.

There my mother asked me to have my head completely shaved.

Since I was thoroughly enjoying the trip, I readily agreed and had my head shaved in accordance with her wish, without any hesitation.


Our return journey began after the *darshan*. We reached Bangalore in the same car we had booked from Madurai at the start of the trip.

We arrived in Bangalore around 4:30 PM and headed straight to the Chancery Pavilion—my favorite hotel.

The long tour had finally concluded. After reaching the room and showering, I rested for a while.

In the mood for a drink, I headed to the hotel bar. Mom was resting; she had fallen asleep, exhausted.

I took the room key and slipped out quietly so as not to disturb her sleep.

After having a drink at the bar, I started thinking about my wife and children. Missing home dampened my mood.


Then, I called Mom to ask if she had had dinner. She said, "Son, I'm waiting for you." 


I felt ashamed—here I was enjoying myself at the bar while Mom was waiting for me in the room. I told her I was coming and hurried back.



When I unlocked the room, Mom wasn't there.



Then, hearing the sound of Mom singing (humming movie songs) coming from the bathroom, I realized she had gone to bathe. I sat on the sofa and started watching TV.


About ten minutes later, Mom called out, "Chinu, hand me my nightie." (Chinu is my nickname at home.)

I picked up the nightie from the bed, went to the bathroom door, and called out to Mom.

She opened the door just a crack and extended her hand to take the nightie. I stepped forward to hand it to her, and in that very instant, my world changed.


The bathroom was laid out with the shower on the left and the washbasin and dresser on the right.



As Mom stayed hidden behind the door and reached out only her hand, I saw her reflection—completely naked—in the mirror facing me.


Before I go any further, let me tell you a bit about my mother. She is around 50 years old; she isn't a stunning beauty or anything like that—just an ordinary housewife.

True to her age, she has some fat around her waist. She is taller than the average woman around here, standing at 5'5", with the large breasts and wide hips typical of women her age.

While she looks ordinary, her complexion is incredibly fair—she is stark white.

When I saw Mom standing at the doorway completely naked, I was left staring in awe.

Her large, fair breasts hadn't sagged much, even though she was fifty; they weren't perky like a young girl's, but they hadn't drooped excessively either.

Since she was standing slightly to the side behind the door, I could see the pink areolas and thick nipples nestled between her breasts.

Her thighs were large and fleshy, and I could see her long, fair legs. Because of her sideways stance, the V-shaped area below her navel wasn't visible in the mirror.



I was standing there holding the nightie and watching my mother naked in the mirror when her voice snapped me out of my trance.


She said, sounding slightly annoyed, "What are you doing? Why aren't you handing me the nightie?"

She had no idea that I had seen her naked in the mirror. I handed her the nightie and then went back to watching TV.

A mix of emotions began to swirl within me. On one hand, what I had seen had aroused me; on the other, I felt guilty for having such thoughts about my mother.

I felt deeply ashamed of myself, yet the image of her naked body that I had glimpsed in the mirror refused to leave my mind.

One part of me told me it was wrong to feel aroused seeing my mother naked, while the other part kept flashing that same naked image before my eyes, stirring up desire all over again.

I had never harbored any inappropriate thoughts about my mother before, so what was going through my mind now felt unbearable.

I had read sexual stories involving mothers, but I used to dismiss them as nothing more than the fantasies of perverts.

How could anyone engage in a sexual relationship with their own mother?


But what had happened to me now? Why did the sight of my mother naked arouse me?

I was sitting in front of the TV, lost in these thoughts, when Mom—wearing a sleeveless white cotton.



She stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nightie. The nightie revealed only her arms; the rest of her body was covered.

With her wet hair cascading down to the middle of her back, she looked beautiful to me.


As I looked at her, that same naked image of her flashed before my eyes again. No matter how hard I tried, whenever I looked at Mom, that naked image would appear in my mind.

She hadn't put on a bra after her bath, so her large breasts swayed as she walked.

In the past, I would never have paid attention to such things, but now everything had changed.

I was watching her closely. Mom stood in front of the mirror to style her hair, and I found myself gazing at her breasts as they bounced with the movement of her arms.

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I snapped back to reality only when Mom asked me to order dinner. She said she wanted something light, so I ordered just salad and soup.

Then, we started eating while watching the news on TV.

My mind was still miles away, and I was staring blankly at the screen; I had no idea what was actually playing.

Just then, Mom’s voice reached my ears. She said something, but because my attention was elsewhere, I didn't hear it clearly.

It felt as though her voice was coming from far away.

Mom grew a bit irritated and said with annoyance, "You shouldn't drink so much that you can't even hear what the person in front of you is saying."

Her rebuke startled me. Little did she know that I hadn't actually drunk too much; rather, I had seen something that had left me deeply unsettled.

I said, "I'm sorry, Amma. It’s not the drinking; I’m just exhausted from the journey. That’s why I didn't hear you."

Then I looked at Mom, and my gaze fell directly on her cleavage, visible through the neckline of her nightie since she wasn't wearing a bra.

Not much was showing, but whenever she leaned forward to sip her soup, the upper curve of her breasts became visible.

Catching myself staring at Mom's breasts made me want to slap myself, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from gazing at her body.

I didn't know what had come over me all of a sudden. At thirty-three, I was seeing Mom in a completely new light—a woman whose image had always been that of a revered mother figure to me.

Just then, Mom drew my attention to a news report on TV about the biting cold gripping North India and the fact that most airports were closed for the next few days due to fog.

The TV showed distressed passengers at Delhi airport whose flights had been cancelled.

I saw my chance. Venting my frustration at Mom, I said, "Look, Amma, I had already told you that the weather was terrible this time and we shouldn't go on the trip, but you wouldn't listen to a word I said.

Now look at the TV—people are stranded at the airport, miserable. Flights have been cancelled."

Mother said in a calm voice, "Chinu, when you met with that accident, I prayed that if you survived, I would go on a pilgrimage to the two places we have just visited. 

Do you think that if you hadn't come along, I wouldn't have gone? I would have gone anyway—and all by myself."

I felt bad after hearing what Mom said, and I apologized to her for having vented my frustration on her.


Some time ago, I had fallen in the bathroom and lost consciousness after hitting my head against something.

Blood kept flowing from the wound, and by the time I was taken to the hospital, a significant amount of blood had already been lost.

It took me about fifteen days to recover. Mom was referring to that very accident.

When I apologized, Mom got up and sat beside me. Smiling affectionately, she cradled my head and pressed it against her chest.

For a while, I forgot the world and, clinging to her like a child, began to sob.

Seeing me cry, she held me even tighter and tried to soothe me with some words, but I couldn't hear what she said over the sound of my own sobbing.

Mother thought I was feeling guilty because I had opposed her undertaking this pilgrimage—a journey she was making solely for my sake.

But the reason for my tears was something else entirely.

I felt deeply guilty that she was making this pilgrimage because of my accident, yet here I was—becoming aroused and ogling her body after having seen that revered mother of mine naked.

After about ten minutes, things calmed down, and as I regained my senses, I realized my head was resting on Mom's chest.

As soon as I came to, those same thoughts began to flood my mind again.

Her nightie had slipped down a bit, allowing me to see the tops of her breasts through the neckline; my right cheek was pressed right against one of them.

I was holding Mom in an embrace with both arms.And the elbow of the arm I was using to hold Mom's right shoulder was pressing against the nipple of her right breast.

Lust took over me again, and, forgetting everything else, just as I was about to press my lips against her breasts—which were peeking out from the neckline of her nightie—Mom straightened me up and said, "Chinu, let's go to sleep now."

Mom got up and went to bed. As soon as she lay down, she started snoring.


After Mom fell asleep, I sat on the sofa and thought about the day's events.

In just one day, I had gone from being the 'good Chinu' to the 'bad Chinu.' Sitting there, I began to masturbate while recalling the image of my mother—completely naked and drenched with water—in the bathroom.

Then, feeling like I was about to climax, I headed toward the bathroom.

As I got up from the sofa, I glanced at Mom. She was sleeping on her right side. Her left knee was bent, causing her nightie to ride up and expose her upper thighs. 

Perhaps due to the room heating, she had felt warm in her sleep and kicked her legs out from under the quilt.

Her legs were completely bare from the bottom up to the point where the curve of her buttocks began.

Instead of going to the bathroom, I stood right there and gazed at Mom's nakedness. 

Then, my hand moved to my cock, and shamelessly, I began to masturbate right there beside the bed.

When I ejaculated, my eyes closed in sheer pleasure; despite trying to hold it back, a soft moan escaped my lips.

Then, a thought crossed my mind: had any of my semen landed on Mom's thighs? The thought stirred a strange excitement in me, though it also brought a touch of anxiety.


I briefly considered turning on the light to check, but instead of switching on the bedroom light, I opened the bathroom door.

In the light spilling from the bathroom, I saw a few drops of semen on the inner part of Mom's thighs.

I wondered—if I wiped it off and Mom woke up, I’d be in trouble. Or, I could just leave it; it would dry on its own soon enough, and wash off when she bathed in the morning.

I had to choose between wiping it away or leaving it be.

But the urge to run my hand over Mom's thighs compelled me to take the risk.

I grabbed a small towel and knelt on the floor. Gently, I wiped away the semen.

As I leaned down, I caught the scent of perfume. I figured Mom must have used it to mask the smell of sweat.

The fragrance was wafting up as I brought my nose close to the upper part of her thighs.

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I sat there for a while, breathing in that fragrance.

A strong desire to have sexual intercourse with my mother began to rise within me; yet, surprisingly, I felt nothing dirty or wrong about it. To me, she was still my revered mother.


I fell asleep right there on the floor. I don't know how, but when I woke up, I saw that Mother was now lying flat on her back, asleep.

Her legs were still spread wide open, and she had tossed the quilt completely to one side.

I stood up, gazed at her for a moment, and then lay down in the bed to sleep.

But sleep eluded me. I began to think about how, once we reached home, the whole family would be there, and I wouldn't get a chance to be alone with Mother.

Seeing her asleep like this would become a rare occurrence.

I wondered how I could stay away from home for a few more days. An idea crossed my mind: I could use the bad weather as an excuse to take a longer route back, allowing me to spend a few more nights with Mother in a hotel. Thinking about this, I eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Mom was putting on a saree.

She looked lovely in the Red saree with a golden border.

My eyes fell upon her blouse; the shape of her large breasts was visible beneath it. I kept watching her intently as she dbangd the saree.



Then, I got up and started getting ready to leave.

The hotel staff drove us to the airport. Upon arrival, we discovered that our Jet Airways flight had been cancelled.

When we asked the Jet staff for seats on another flight, they refused.

I called my father, and he advised me to get a refund for the tickets and book a flight once the weather cleared up.

I also inquired at the counters of other airlines; by the time I finished, it was 5 PM, and we were utterly exhausted.


At the Indian Airlines counter, a middle-aged woman suggested I book tickets for three days later.


She explained that getting a ticket on any earlier flight would be difficult due to the heavy rush of passengers, or else we would have to keep coming to the airport daily to check for availability. I took her advice, and she issued us tickets for three days later—albeit on the waitlist—assuring us that seats would become available by then.



When I told my mother about this, her face fell. I reassured her, "Amma, we aren't exactly wandering lost in a jungle without food or water.



Bangalore is a huge city; we can easily spend a few days here."


Mother got up from her chair, complaining that her back was aching from waiting since morning.

She was exhausted from sitting at the airport all day, while I had been busy running from one counter to another.

Mom asked me to check if a room was available at the hotel.

I called the hotel to let them know we were returning; they informed me that one of their cars had gone to the airport to drop off a guest and said they would ask that driver to bring us back to the hotel.


It was already 8 PM by the time we reached our room. We were both exhausted from running back and forth at the airport all day.

After showering, I told Mom I’d be back in a little while.



Mom smiled and said, "Alright, but don't drink too much, okay?"



"Don't worry, Mom, I won't," I replied, and stepped out of the room.



Once at the bar, I started having a drink. I had three days to spend with Mom at the hotel, and as I drank, I wondered how I could fulfill my desire to have sex with her. 



However, I couldn't think of a way. After a while, I returned to the room.


Mom was lying on the bed, watching TV. She was wearing a sleeveless nightie that had ridden up to her knees. I sat on the sofa facing her and ordered dinner.

While Mom watched TV, I quietly admired her beauty.

As soon as the doorbell rang, I got up to open the door. Suddenly, Mom got up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

After the waiter delivered the dinner and left, I called out to Mom.

When she came out of the bathroom, I realized why she hadn't stayed in the room while the waiter was there.

The nightie she was wearing fell just a few inches below her knees; it was sleeveless and featured a wide, round neckline.

She was wearing a bra, and her cleavage was visible through that wide neckline. 

While this might have been nothing for modern women, Amma likely felt uncomfortable wearing such a nightie in front of other men.

That is why she stepped into the bathroom before the waiter could enter.

When Amma came out of the bathroom and found me looking at her nightie, she said, "All the others have gotten dirty; this is the only one left.

I’ll have to send the clothes for laundry tomorrow."

I said, "It's alright, Amma. You're okay, aren't you?"



After dinner, I went to the bathroom and changed into Bermuda shorts before getting into bed.



When I returned, I saw that Mom had taken off her bra and was placing it on the pile of clothes to be washed.



As I stood near her, I could clearly see her breasts through the wide neckline of her nightie; in fact, that nightie wasn't really suitable for her.



Just then, Mom said, "Chinu, if you have a painkiller, please give it to me; my back is hurting from sitting in a chair at the airport all day."



I gave Mom a Diclofenac tablet and some water. Then I asked, "Amma, would you like some tea?"



She declined, so I made some tea for myself, sat on the bed to drink it, and then we went to sleep.



About ten minutes later, she said, "Chinu, dear, I can't sleep because of the back pain. Could you massage my back and legs?"



I said, "Alright, Amma."


Then I switched on the bedside lamp and moved to where Mom's feet were. She was lying on her left side, facing my bed.

Her short nightie had ridden up to her knees, and the upper part of her breasts was visible through the wide neckline.

The light from the lamp fell upon her, and once again, I felt a desire to have sex with her.

When I sat near her feet, she lay flat on her back. I placed her feet in my lap and began massaging them.



After a while, Amma felt some relief. She said, "Chinu, my son, may God grant you the remainder of my life.

Your father and I are truly fortunate to have a devoted son like you."


Under different circumstances, hearing my mother's blessing would have made me emotional.



But at that moment, lust had taken hold of me. I said nothing and quietly continued massaging her feet.



After a short while, I asked Amma to bend her knees. As she did so, her legs formed an inverted 'V' shape, causing her nightie to slide up from her knees toward her thighs.



Seeing this sight made my heart pound heavily. I began massaging the backs of her legs.


Amma was still murmuring blessings in a low voice, though it was so faint that the words were indistinguishable; perhaps the effects of the medication and the massage were making her mumble under her breath.

Then, I shifted slightly and began massaging her right thigh, moving upwards from the knee.

I paused when my hand reached the hem of her nightie. I wanted to lift the nightie to massage higher up her thigh, but I didn't have the courage to actually do it.

So, I continued massaging the area between her knee and the middle of her thigh. For a while, I kept massaging like that—from the toes up to the knees, and from the knees to the mid-thigh.

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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.

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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.”

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What Amma meant to say was that I am about to have an orgasm, give me some hard thrusts and make me orgasm.



Amma was about to have an orgasm, Amma asked me to do it faster.



I started pushing my penis deep into Amma's vagina by giving hard thrusts. I put my mouth on Amma's breasts and bit them hard.


"Aaa...ah beta..." Amma sobbed.


Now Amma was thrusting upwards with small thrusts. I kissed Amma and sucked her tongue.





"aaaaiiiiiiiii...……aaaaahhhhhhhhhh…"



Amma raised her waist and bent it and started to cum while sobbing. She dug her nails into my back. After staying like that in the air for a few moments, Amma lowered her waist.


"Don't stop, beta, or I'll die. Give it to me beta," Amma screamed.



Amma raised her legs again. I grabbed her thighs and began to give her long, hard strokes. I knew Amma hadn't fully orgasmed and needed some intense fucking to fully orgasm.


Me: Yes Amma, now you can take care of me for the rest of my life because you're my wife now.


"Yes...yes...just like that, my child...just a little more...just a little more, my child...aaaaa...aaahh...Chinuuuuuu...I'm gone...take care of me, son...oh...take care of your Amma."



Then Amma held me tight in her embrace. I kissed her thighs and kept fucking her vigorously.

Juice started flowing from Amma's pussy as Amma climaxed. While going in and out of the pussy, the penis got soaked in the juice and started making the sound of 'fuch...fuch...fuch'.


Now Amma lay down quietly on the bed. Sweat was coming out of her body. I lay down with my mouth between Amma's breasts.


Amma held my shoulders, lifted me up a little and started moving her fingers on my face.

A smile spread across her face; she had become a different woman. She lifted her thighs and shook her buttocks, reminding me of sex.

I started fucking her with light thrusts while looking at Amma's face.


"Oh Chinu, I have never experienced such an explosive sensation till date." Amma said sobbing.



I smiled and kissed Amma, "I love you Amma, now I will cherish your body for the rest of my life."


Amma held my face and kissed my forehead, then kissed my eyes, nose and lips and started sucking my lower lip.



Now I was also close to ejaculation. I started applying long strokes. I took out the penis halfway and then started pushing it inside in one jerk.

I was pushing the penis deep into Amma's vagina till the root.


"Ohhh fill me with seed...my child..." Amma kept increasing my enthusiasm.



I realized we were fucking without any restraint. Amma might even get pregnant. I was worried.


"Chinu... I wish I could conceive. The womb established by your semen will be my child. Son, fill my vagina with your semen. Ah... Chinu, fill me."


Now Amma had gone beyond all restrictions. She was openly expressing her desires. Grabbing Amma's breasts, I started thrusting hard.



"amma... my dear amma... accept my semen, my mother."


"Fill me, son. Fill your amma's vagina with your semen. This vagina has been yearning for your semen for so many lives. Fill me, my child."



I fondled amma's breasts and, placing my hand below her neck, began kissing her. My semen filled amma's vagina.







Amma also felt the semen and, raising her buttocks, accepted the semen. Holding my buttocks, she started hitting me on her vagina.


"Ohhchinuuu... I came again..." Amma screamed loudly. She had another orgasm. All the semen from my body flowed into Amma's vagina.

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After a vigorous fuck, we both lay down on the bed. I was lying on top of Amma's body.

She held me tight in her arms. My penis was still inside Amma's pussy. I tried to thrust again, but Amma stopped me and told me to lie still.


My penis jerked and came out of Amma's pussy. Amma smiled and told me to move away.

I slid off her and lay down next to her.

Amma sat on the bed and looked between her spread thighs, "Chinu, look what you've done."

I got up and looked. Semen was leaking from Amma's vagina and falling onto the bedsheets.

I looked at Amma, and she smiled, "I'm sorry, my child, your semen was wasted. It would have produced a beautiful son in Shivangi's womb. I wish I could conceive too."

Then Amma bent down and kissed my lips. I took the semen from Amma's pussy and rubbed it on her breasts. And then started fingering her pussy.


"Aaa...ah Chinu. Now stop it, I'm tired. I'm surprised how I was able to support you so much at this age. Where did I get so much strength?"



"Amma, what is your exact age?" I asked.



"Son, I got married at the age of 17, and you were born a year before." Amma said with a smile and started getting up from the bed.



I grabbed her hand, "That means you..."



Amma let go of my hand and ran into the bathroom.



From the bathroom door, she called, "You can keep calculating my age, but please order me something to eat. I'm hungry.



I need strength to take care of my beloved child." Amma winked at me with a mischievous smile and then closed the bathroom door.



I looked at the clock; it was 11:45. Oh my God, four hours! Our long love had lasted four hours. I started smiling.



Then I ordered food and started calculating my mother's age. Based on what she had told me, she was 50.



I was the eldest of our four siblings, and my youngest sister was seven years younger than me.



This meant that by the age of 30, my mother had become the mother of four children.



Perhaps, given how beautiful she was at that time, my father must have found it difficult to stay away from her.



Just then, my mother called out to me from the bathroom. The bathroom door was slightly open.



I went inside. My mother was standing in the bathtub.



"Come Chinu, let me wash you," my mother said with a smile.



I went into the bathtub and kissed my mother. I started squeezing her breasts with my other hand.



My mother kissed me and then pushed me away, saying, "Tell me, take a bath first."



I stood in front of my mother like a good child. My mother turned me around and started applying soap to my back.



Then, while applying soap to my lower back, her hand moved to my penis. "Oh my God, you're ready again."



"I wasn't in this condition; it was because of your kiss." I replied with a smile.



Amma turned me around and turned on the shower. Then after bathing, she started wiping my body with a towel.



I stood quietly and kept looking at Amma. After wiping my upper body, Amma started wiping my lower body.



I stood leaning against the wall and closed my eyes for a few moments.



Then I felt heat on my penis. I opened my eyes and saw that Amma had taken my penis in her mouth.



What a sight that was. Aah… came out of my mouth. Amma held my penis with one hand and started sucking it.



With the other hand she was fondling my balls. I closed my eyes again.



Amma asked me to spread my legs and grabbed my buttocks. I started getting orgasm.



Then suddenly Amma put her finger in my ass and started moving it back and forth. 



Initially I felt a little strange but then my pleasure increased manifold.


“Amma…I am about to ejaculate…” and then I tried to push Amma away. Amma refused me with a hand gesture and kept sucking my penis.

A stream of semen gushed from my penis and landed directly in Amma's mouth. 

Amma kept sucking my penis. Her mouth was filled with semen. With great difficulty, she swallowed it, covering her dry mouth with her hand.


I grabbed Amma by the shoulders and lifted her up, "Amma, why didn't you spit it out?"



"How did you spill your devotee son's semen? Your semen is priceless to me. I will gradually get used to it.



Then I will be able to drink it easily," Amma said with a smile and kissed my lips.



I could smell my own semen from Amma's lips. I hugged Amma tightly, her large breasts pressed against my chest.



I tried to please Amma by licking her pussy, but she stopped me.



"Come on, son, come into the room and get dressed. We have a lot to talk about.



We've exposed our bodies to each other. Now we have to bare our souls in the same way.



You have to know me as a man, understand me, and you, like a woman, understand me. Good or bad, but we have a lot to talk about."


I nodded, and we both left the bathroom.

Finally, Mother and Chinu returned home, happy to see everyone. Husband, son, daughter, daughter-in-law, everyone was asking how the trip went.

Amma: Daughter-in-law, did your husband and son fulfill their duties?

Daughter-in-law Rashmi: Amma, I've been watching you so much, you've come back from the visit.

Then we offered you prasad, we all had dinner together, and we chatted a lot. Everyone went to sleep that night.


Rashmi: You should go to sleep too. You must be tired from the journey.



At night, Amma texted Chinnu and asked what he was doing.



Cinnu: Amma, I was always thinking about you.



Amma: I couldn't live in the hotel.



Chinnu: Amma, how will I live now? Now a new relationship is starting. Looking at your size, who can live? I wonder when you're 50 years old. And what are you wearing now? Send a photo.


Amma: Chinnu, we're at home now, don't do anything that would tarnish my reputation. She sent a photo.

Chinnu: Amma, are you in your room? Why are you wearing a saree? Bapu is sick. He took a sleeping pill and went to sleep. Go to sleep naked.

Amma: I wear a nightie.

Chinnu: Amma, Rashmi, is he sleeping? Come over now. You're my wife.


Amma: Chinnu, I enjoyed myself to the fullest yesterday.



Cinnu: Amma, I'll enjoy you for the rest of my life. Amma, I told you about the pain, but I didn't give it to you, then you found out.



Amma: Chinnu, you're telling the truth. I was the crazy one, not knowing what real pain in the body is. But now you're here to make your Amma feel better.



Chinnu: Open your door. I'll just kiss you for a while and leave.



Amma: Your father is sleeping right now. If he wakes up, I'll be in trouble. Now I want your company for the rest of my life.



Chinnu: Amma, I'll be back in five minutes. Bapu took a sleeping pill. Rashmi is asleep here too. You open the door and turn off the phone.


Chinnu: He pushed the door and it opened. He went inside and saw Amma.

Chinnu: He took Amma's hand to the bathroom and started kissing her.



Amma: Chinnu, someone will come.


Chinnu: Ever since I fucked you, I've been wanting to know what a heavy dick it is. I didn't use it properly, that's why you were thirsty.


Chinnu: Amma, sit down and let's try something new today.

Chinnu: Mom suck it, you are a very sexy woman



Amma: Chinnu beta, someone might come.

Chinnu: Amma, someone will come over, and listen Amma, from tomorrow you won't be wearing a bra.

I want to see your breasts shaking and swaying, and the saree should be tight too.

Chinnu: My 50-year-old mother, you wasted your youth for nothing.


Mother: Chinnu, whatever is gone is gone, now you are here, but there is a home, your brother, sister, father, and your daughter-in-law, take care of them.



Chinnu: I will take care of everything. From tomorrow, you won't wear a bra, my dear mother. Come on, open your legs now.



Chinnu: Your mother, if you get pregnant with my penis...



Amma with intoxicating eyes - yes... when it happens, that's when. Chinnu, now let me have fun with the children, let my youth be wasted.


Chinnu gave another hard thrust... a total of 9 inches of penis into Sulochana mother's pussy. He entered inside torn..



Amma - aaaaahhhhhhaaaa....mother...


Chinnu - You won't be able to relax... getting pregnant with the semen from your son Chinnu's penis...

Sulochana



Amma - aaaaahhhhhhaaaa....uuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii...mother...we'll see when it happens.


Chinnu, now slowly putting his penis in and out of her.



Sulochana Amma enjoying the slow release of Chinnu's penis into her pussy.



With a thud, Chinnu's thick penis hit Amma's uterus directly.



Amma: Chinnu, you go now.


Chinnu: I'm sitting outside, put on a saree and come, my Amma Sulochana.


Amma: Your father is asleep, I hope he doesn't wake up.


Chinnu: How will he wake up? He hasn't done anything for so many years, despite having a wife like yours, so why not go outside? and slaps her ass.

Amma: making eeeww sound what are you doing chinnu.

Chinnu: Seeing your ass i can't control amma.



Chinnu: Amma, you are a 50-year-old woman with a beautiful body. My wife, your daughter-in-law, Rashmi, is nothing compared to you.

Chinnu: Look how virtuous Savitri looks, but she's a very promiscuous woman.


Amma: Chinnu, go to your room now.



Chinnu: Amma, you won't be wearing a bra from tomorrow.



Next: Morning


Mother was making breakfast.

Chinnu: Amma, where did Rashmi go?

Amma: She went to take a bath, will she be back?

Amma: Leave me Cinnu, Rashmi must be very hot.


Cinnu: Amma, Rashmi is nothing in front of you.



You enjoy fucking with Rashmi, but till date you haven't enjoyed it as much as you have.


Amna: Leave me Cinnu, now I'm yours.

Chinnu: Amma, Sulochana, don't wear a bra.

We'll go on another trip, but I'll take you to Goa. Tell everyone at home that we're going on a trip. I'll have fun with you in Goa.


Amma: Fine, but now you go. If anyone finds out, we won't be able to do anything. I still want to have a lot of fun with you.



Chinnu: I'll come to your husband's room tonight as well.


Amma: Chinnu, calm down.

Rashmi: Breakfast was placed on the table. Everyone was having breakfast.


Amma: You have breakfast, I'll give them breakfast and come back.



Rashmi: Amma, I'll give breakfast to Papa and come back.



Amma: No, daughter-in-law, I'll give breakfast to you and come back.



Chinnu: Amma, now you have breakfast.



Amma: Yes, Baba, I'm doing it.


Chinnu: Amma, put it in.

Chinnu: Amma, breakfast on your plate.


Amma: Put some dal on your wife's plate too; even the her plate is empty.



Rashmi: Amma, I'm done, you eat.



Amma: Chinnu, give me those parathas. Everyone finished breakfast.



My daughter-in-law was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. Chinnu and Sulochana were sitting.





Cinnu: Amma, Rashmi, there's nothing in front of you.



Amma: All of you men like other people's wives.


Chinnu: I'll definitely take you to Goa. Tell everyone to go on a trip. If you insist, I'll refuse a little, then I'll agree.

Sulochana: Chinnu, let it go for a few days, I took it last night.


Chinnu: Amma, now you're mine, I'll squeeze you hard, you just watch.



Amma: Chinnu has now switched from "Amma" to "tu."



Chinnu: Amma, a woman who is fucked becomes "you" for a man.



Amma: He's become a big scoundrel.


Chinnu: Have you seen how full your body is?

Chinnu: It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, everyone is asleep by then.

Sholochana: Yes, just check your feet, come back, I'll go first.

Chinnu: Mom, Rashmi is asleep, come to the terrace.


Mom: You go, I'm coming.



Mom closed the terrace door and went to the large bathroom on the terrace, locking the door.



Mom: I took mine last night.


Chinnu: Now, after seeing your full body once, any man will fuck you every day.

Mom: Really every day.


May: Yes, Mom, every day.



Then I took off my nightie.


And my breasts were filled.



and started pressing with both hands



Amma: Press it gently, have I run away?


Chinnu: Amma, what should I do? I can't control myself.



Amma: Learn to control yourself.



Chinnu: This is impossible, Amma. Tell me, who made a 50-year-old woman so big? Other people also pressed it.



Son, I am not a woman like that.



Chinnu: Yes, your three daughters also have big breasts.


Then I washed her and said, "You are a woman."

Amma's hand went to the penis and she started pressing it.

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Then I took the boobs in my mouth and started sucking.

Chinnu: How did you like it?

Mother: Son, just ask how much you enjoyed it.

Chinnu: Did Papa also take it in his mouth?

Mother: He was sick from the beginning.

Mother: He hasn't even touched it until today.

Chinnu: So, Amma, how have they grown?

Mother: Son, they grow after marriage, and then I also massage them a little.

Chinnu: Have you ever taken them in your mouth?

Mother: Son, how do you take them in your mouth? They won't be shy.

Then I took one in my mouth and the other in my mouth. I put it in Amma's mouth and sucked her boobs  And then she started looking at me.



After a while, I took the Boobs out of Amma's mouth and asked her, "Mother, how did your Boos taste?"

"Mother, son, I've never had milk like this before." "It tasted so good." Then I started kissing Amma's lips.



And I started squeezing Amma's breasts.


Amma's hand was still rubbing my penis.



Then I kissed her.



Amma: What happened? Why did you stop?



Mother, mother, isn't it any longer?



And I took off her panties, which were wet.



Chinnu, how did they get wet?



Amma: If you do it this hard, it will get wet.



Mother, mother, give it to me today.



Amma: No, son, Shubha's period has just started today, so do a little more.



Mother, mother, sucking won't do anything.



Then I took my tongue down and put it in her pussy.



Amma: No, son.



Mother, mother, I'll just suck. And I'm doing it.







Amma was moaning aaahh...aaahh.


Then I put my finger in her pussy and she screamed loudly.

Amma no...no... she screamed more, and after a while, I took my finger out and started sucking her pussy again.

Mom-I...I......

After a while, Amma orgasmed.

And I drank all the water.



Then I pulled out my penis, and Amma was in a trance after ejaculating.


Then, the movement of her mouth made Amma understand that I was licking it.

Mother, here, suck it. I've been teasing her for a while.

Then, Amma took it in her mouth and started moving it back and forth.







And then I started to let go of my mother's attachment. I was completely deep in my throat and my mother was not even letting me breathe.







But I was not ready to settle down so quickly, I took it out from Amma's mouth.



And said to Amma


Chinnu: Amma, are you ready?

Amma: Why?

Chinnu: I'll will cum in your mouth mom. You look so beautiful in a sari.







Amma: No, don't worry, if you care about my condition, you'll have to do something.


Chinnu: Amma, I'll rub it slowly. What a big ass she has, even at 50 years old, what's the pain?

After so much teasing, I placed my penis on her ass and then started to insert it inside.







I pushed it in a little further and then pulled it out again.


Mom, son, do it slowly, you've done it very rashly.

Then I pushed it in and slowly started moving back and forth.







And then, in a fit of rage, I increased the speed.


Mom: No... it hurts... aaaah... h... more... r... h

I ignored my mother and started to release.







Mom started crying, then I slowed down a bit.


Mom: R you Fucking the dog, what?

Chinnu: Then I lifted Mom's leg and started kissing her and slowly started pushing in.

The whole room was filled with sounds of "fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch...fuch fuch" and Mom was screaming, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck me...fuck my ass...fuck my ass...fuck me..." Mom's ass was sucking my entire penis, and I was thrusting in relentlessly.







After fucking her ass for about 25 minutes, I ejaculated with a scream.



Mom doubled over with pleasure, feeling my hot cum fall into her ass. I lay on top of her, and we remained like that for a long time.



Then Mom got up and started to leave. I grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and sat her in my lap and started squeezing her breasts.


Chinnu: Where are you going, Amma?

Mom: Hey, I'm going to wash this ass with the mess you've made.

I pulled Mom into my arms.

Chinnu: Hey, stay there, rub your washed-out ass. Taking my dick.

Amma: You fucked my ass so roughly.

Chinnu: You didn't enjoy it.

Amma: Oh, I did.

Chinnu: You're such a great thing, Amma.

Then Amma started saying, "I have to go to the wedding too, so let's go and get ready."

Then Amma left, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, Mom was wearing a sexy saree and was very sexy.



Mother said, son, I have to go to the market.


Chinnu: Then let's go.

Mother: Until yesterday, you used to call me Amma, what happened today?

Cinnu: Amma is there, but I have also become a real man.

Chinnu: Come on, Amma, I will take a break today.

Amma: Don't delay, I know what you will do.

Amma: Rashmi and Chinnu are going to the market.



Chinnu: Look, Amma, everyone is staring at you.


Amma: Chinnu, Are you drunk now, no one is looking.

Chinnu: Amma, with a gesture, look, you don't know what you are. The older the alcohol gets, the more intoxicating it becomes.

Amma: Talk less and walk away from the stairs.

Chinnu: Amma, look how that man stares at you.

Amma: What do you want? Your mother will open someone's pant and take cock.

Chinnu: Amma, you're 50 years old, enjoy it.

Amma: Chinnu, I have no age.

Chinnu: Amma, let's put a condition on you.


Amma: What condition?

Chinnu: I said something at the hotel: I want to see the woman inside you, and you should see the real man in me.

Amma: Yes, I know, what can I do?

Cinnu: If anyone in the crowd does anything, you feel it. I won't protest. You feel like you're 50 years old and respectable, no one will do anything to you.

Amma: No one will even touch me. The two went to the store to shop.

Chinnu: Okay, let's go see, Amma.

Amma was picking something up at a counter when a boy came from behind and pressed his penis against her ass and legs.

Chinnu: I said in my mother, "See it, don't see it," and I stuck it on Amma's ass.


Amma giggled a little, then the boy stuck his penis in hers and whispered in her ear, "Come to a hotel, Aunty."

Amma: "Look, boy, there's no woman like that, and you have no shame. Look at my age, and you're 19 years old, I'm 50.

Then boy says you're 12 years older than my mother."

Boy: "I like aunties like yours. I'll give you as much money as you want, how big is that, my love."

Amma: Oh boy, what do you think of me? Run away, or I'll tell everyone. The boy ran away as soon as he heard this.


Chinnu: See, Amma, what people think of you.

Now, whatever you want to take, take it. If you feel like it, you can go with that boy. What is the woman inside saying?

Amma: Chinnu, I need to buy a underwear. Ever since we arrived, my pussy has been wet, I have to change it frequently.

Chinnu: Amma, I enjoyed it when that boy pressed his penis against mine.


Amma: Chinnu, ever since I've been holding your hand, my pussy has always been wet.

Chinnu: That boy was young, he would have left.

Amma: Chinnu, you can't seem to forget it.

Chinnu: Amma, you're 53 years old, so whatever fun is left, take it one by one.

Amma: Let's go home now.

Rashmi went home and asked, "Amma, I'm going to my mother's house. Her health isn't good. I'll come back tomorrow."

Amma: Chinnu, go and Drop Rashmi.


Rashmi: Amma, I'll take a taxi, and Bapu is still asleep. Don't tease him.

Rashmi: I said bye and left.

Chinnu: Amma, should I fuck you? That boy in the market was so attached to you.

Amma: Yes, Chinnu.

Chinnu: Amma, he should have taken you to the hotel. You should have gone.


Amma: I'm your mother. If he fucked me, you wouldn't feel bad.

Chinnu: Amma, it was decided at the hotel between you and me that I would take out the woman inside you, and you would take out my man. My relationship is that of a man and a woman.

Amma: Chinnu, after marriage, at 50, you learned what real sex is.

Chinnu: Amma, if you had gone with that boy, he would have fucked you by now.

Amma: Yes, Chinnu, he was 19 years old and handsome. Okay, now that you're with me, try someone else.

Chinnu: Amma, your wedding night must have been on this very bed where Rashmi's was.


Amma: Yes, Cinnu, in this very room, on this very bed.

Chinnu: If you have gone with that boy you would have found my third husband.

Amma: Stop it son what are you saying.

Chinnu: amma if he comes again would make him as your third husband.

Amma: shly smiling if there is no problem then i will make him my third husband.

Chinnu: said ok mom. and thinking i should bring him and since shivangi is not at home we should enjoy with mom full night.

Chinnu: mom tonight we will enjoy tonight as new wed couple and should be in your first night saree and i will go out mom tonight there is surprise.

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Chinnu: Goes outside and searches for the guy at the same place he has seen then he he sees young guy looking for aunties and smiles and going near him.

young Guy: Then sees that chinnu is coming near him he suddenly feels swaeting beacuse he had seen him with aunty when he tried to flirt with.

Chinnu: seeing him sweat and fear in him then came near and tells him don't fear i only want to talk to you.

Young guy: Then suddenly asks what do you want to ask feeling relief.

Chinnu: Then asks him do you like the aunty you before and have not going near others aunty.

Young guy: Then asks him what is your relationship with her that you are asking this question.

Chinnu: Then tells him i am her son don't need to fear if you want i will make your wish come true.

Young guy: suddenly feeling happy then asks really are not joking that she is your mother.

Chinnu: Yes it is true I will but first answer me what is your name.

Young guy: My name is rahul then he tells yes i liked your mother i don't other aunties here.

Chinnu: why do you not other aunties or young girls.

Rahul: i don't know i liked your mother when i first saw and i directly her to fucking thinking she was whore.

Chinnu: then why don't try other aunties they are also beaytiful.

Rahul: then tells i don't know no matter who i see i can't like another woman besides your mother.

Chinnu: ok then you promise me then i will allow you to fuck her.

Rahul: then asks how can make her agree when she your mother not your wife.

Chinnu: then tell him she also my wife i want to fullfill her fantasy so that why i asked you to fuck her.

Rahul: hearing this shocked your fucked mother and married.

Chinnu: i fucked but i did not married i call her wife.

Rahul: then are not married her she is only love only when you marry her will she be your real wife.

Chinnu: hearing this yes i should buy mangalsutra and i told to be in wedding saree so i can fuck her and also rahul also fuck her and fullfill her fantasy.

Rahul: then asks i am ready to be with her with her and lets now.

Chinnu: then says we will go first we will go to gold shop then we can go my mom.

Rahul: why gold shop now.

Chinnu: it is surprise then you will know come we will go then both went to the gold shop and asks them for mangalsutra.

Rahul: hearing this rahul shocked and goes his ear and asks him why are you buying this.

Chinnu: Then says you said if there is my mangalsutra around her her neck then only she will be my wife.

Rahul: says then i also want to make her my wife and asks the shop keeper to him also give him mangalsutra.

Chinnu: then says are you serious you are asking mangalsutra.

Rahul: says i am serious i will only fuck her after tied my mangalsutra around her around her neck.

Chinnu: seeing this could not believe that he is reay to marry her tell the shop keeper to pack them and tries to give money for both mangalsutras.

Rahul: sudddenly says stop i will pay my money for mangalsutra for my wife.

Chinnu: hearing this could not believe rahul his amma his wife with out tieing mangalutra and putting tilak on her forehead.

Rahul: pays the bill and asks him for nosering with two chains in it.

Chinnu: hearing this asks rahul why nose with two chains.

Rahul: then says today we both are going to marry her and i want my wife with nose ring and since we are two so two chains for nose ring.

Chinnu: is shocked to hear this he is taking this seriouly and ok i will pay for this one.

Rahul: says no i will pay for this one beacuse i am the one buying don't think just beacuse i am 19 old i don't have any money.

Chinnu: hearing asked rahul how do you have so many money.

Rahul: says i am rich my mother gives money and if she knows she will beat me but if my wife gives me a child then she will definitly accept it.

Chinnu: don't tell anyone she already married my father and our relationship with my mother should be secret i also want her to give birth to my child.

Rahul: don't worry i will not tell anyone and i will only tell my mother after my wife gives birth she will also not tell anyone beacuse of me.

Chinnu: Don't my mother will definitly will give birth but you should not tells anyone then shopkeeper call them they packed it.

Rahul: then takes package and tells chinnu then we also buy wedding clothes and flowers.

Chinnu: tells ok and goes to buy all the things with rahul and tells all his family details and reaches home outside.

Rahul: then asks him does your mother will really marry me and how will we marry her and have first night with her.

Chinnu: don't worry she will accept it and my wife is not at home she take child with her to her parents house and my father sleeps with only sleeping pills so he does not wakeup and stay outside i will call you.

Rahul: says ok and sees chinnu entering house.

Chinnu: calls amma and she came and asks him whst is it. then chinnu tells amma tonight i want to have marriage with you and have first night with you.

Amma: chinnu how will you marry me i am your mother it is ok for first night.

Chinnu: amma since i call you wife why can't we marry and please her.

Amma: thinking she had done with son as wife does and call him husband and she says ok.





 

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Chinnu: Amma you promised me that you will take third husband if i agree.

Amma: yes son i agreed so what now.

Chinnu: amma i brought him now and he want's to marry you and he knows about us.

Amma: are you crazy how could you tell him about us and he young guy how could i marry him.

Chinnu: amma i told you there is a suprise he is the suprise then he tell her what happened with rahul.

Amma: call him inside now i will talk to him.

Chinnu: ok mom i will call him and he goes outside calls rahul to come inside.

Rahul: feels happy and goes inside and sees sulochana.

Amma: what is your name.

Rahul: my name is rahul speaking happily.

Amma: do you know about us and do you know my age and you want to marry me if want you can just fuck me and leave.

Rahul: angrily i know aunty you and your age if i only to fuck you i would have just another beautiful aunty but i liked at first even though you are 12 older than my mother i like you and want to marry you.

Amma: do you know what you are speaking what about my age and your age will parents agree.

Rahul: no my mom will not agree but if we have child she will definitly agree and i only want to marry you and have child with you.

Chinnu: amma he truly loves you he only wants say ok please.

Amma: seeing rahul eyes she says ok then how will we marry.

Chinnu: amma we both brought mangalsutras and nose ring with chains and we will marry tonight and have our first with you and make pregnant.

Amma: hearing she felt shy and asks rahul again do you really want to marry me.

Rahul: yes aunty i want marry you and make my babies mother.

Amma: hearing this sulochana felt shy at the age of 50 she gets two husbands one is her son and another is young boy who is only 19 years.

Chinnu: amma you go and ready and we will ready the room for first night and and our marriage.

Amma: ok son i will give food to your papa and sleeping pills so we marry and have night and leaves shly.

Chinnu: then tells rahul to come to the room with him and decorate room with flowers and ready themselves for marriage.

Rahul: ok anna now we are going to be co housbands so i will call you anna and goes to room and decorates the room with chinnu.

Amma: goes to her room and give food to her husband and gives sleeping tablet for sleeping and starts to getting ready for her her marriage and first night.

Here rahul and chinnu is readied themselves in their wedding dress

Amma: knocks the door and calls chinnu and rahul are you ready.

Then both chinnu and rahul tells come inside.

Amma: comes inside to see her son and rahul in wedding dress and fells shy.

Then both chinnu and rahul brings out mangalsutras and tells sulochana now please remove that mangalsutra and we will tie the mangalsutras around your neck.

Amma: what are both saying even though I am marrying you both but he is my first husband and chinnu he is your father.

Chinnu: Amma i want only me Rahul to be your husbands and please amma we want only our mangalsutra around your neck represent us.

Rahul: yes aunty now you are starting new life with us so please remove the old mangalsutra.

Amma: seeing both says ok removed it.

Then Rahul plays wedding mantras and keeps candle as fire and when it is time to tie mangalsutras then both chinnu and Rahul at same time tie the mangalsutras and tells her to keep the nose ring and sees there are two chains for it.

Rahul: aunty I will call you as Sulochana since we both married and the two chains is representes both me and chinnu anna and nose ring as you connecting us both as two chains.

Amma: hearing this felt shy that Rahul called her as Sulochana she shyly says ji pati Devi whatever your you both wish and keeps the nose ring with chains.