Psychologists in general believe that most of the
growing boys develop erotic feelings towards their
mature female relatives. This may include their aunts,
sisters, cousins, friends' mothers, and may be even
their own... mothers.
My name is Kaka and this is an almost true story of my
life. I am 23 years of age and I do some work in
electronics to earn my livelihood.
I live in a small town called Sujanpur. The name of my
father is Ram Parkas Chopra and he works as a part time
construction worker. Most of the times, he would be
home and when he is gone for work he wouldn't come for
weeks. We don't have much money because of the nature
of his job. My mother Rani is 45. She is not much
educated but she had a body the very sight of which
gives men hardest erections. She had full proportioned
boobs and they are almost immune to sag even at her
age.
I had one elder sister Prathiba, who got married four
years ago when she was 21. We stay in a proper concrete
house that has two rooms and some open space on both
sides. Our bathroom is a little away from main house,
so we change our dress mostly in the living room.
Before my sister's marriage we were living in two rooms
but since then we have given one to a tenant. There is
a cowshed also as we also have a cow that my mother
looks after.
My mother is a vibrant kind of women who keeps her busy
one way or other. She is pretty popular in the
neighborhood, and could even win if she could stand in
the local elections. She does most of housework
herself. She even cuts the grass for the cow and every
other day she could be spotted walking the narrow lanes
of Sujanpur with a thatch on her head, while her ass
and braless boobies spin and wobble. Not that she
doesn't wear a bra, but that sometimes she does away
with it as it might be early morning or late evening.
My mother brings water from the nearby hand pump in the
morning and my neighbor's boy Deepak, who teaches at
the local school, is usually there to catch a glimpse
of the milky white boobies of my careless mother. One
day I heard him talking to one of his friends. I was
behind a tree so they were not able to see me. He was
telling his friend about the braless wonders of my
mother Rani. He knows that since it is morning, my
mother will come without bra and her fleshy melons
could be seen and spotted under her thin homely suit
with a vest, at the most, under it. By listening to him
I felt angry. I could not scold Deepak so I decided to
relieve my anger on mother.
"I have something to tell you," I went up to my mother
who was pealing vegetables in the kitchen. She stopped
at once and looked at me with rapt attention.
"I think you are wearing dresses that are... very
revealing," I hurriedly spoke out.
As expected, her face lit up in surprise. After a
momentary silence, she smiled friendly.
"Why?" She queried gently. "Did anyone said anything
about me?"
"No," I quipped. "But when you go to fetch water Deepak
keep ogling at you all the time."
Her eyes widened for a while before she said
laughingly, "Oh, I didn't notice that."
"You don't know him," I replied with an undertone of
irritation in my voice. "His eyes kill silently." She
immediately stopped pealing and began laughing
uncontrollably. For a moment I wondered if she has gone
crazy. "I don't think I said anything funny," I almost
snarled.
"You didn't," She said after bringing her laughter to a
halt. "I was just wondering what he might have found in
me to be of any interest."
I preferred not to reply although I knew what
interested Deepak. My mother kept looking at me as
though she expected me to say something. Her eyes
looked down as she began sliding her sari sideways as
if to make sure that her blouse was seen.
"You never said anything like that all these days," She
sounded ignorant. Her ignorant act of moving her sari
had revealed her blouse clad breasts sending a spring
of hot blood into my brain.
"I need to get to the mirror," She stood up innocently
and began walking towards the room. I thought it
wouldn't be a bad idea following her, as our
conversation remained inconclusive. She wasn't making
any fuss about my presence as she stood in front of the
mirror swaying her body sideways. I quietly went right
behind her and stood a good foot away from her while
she kept looking at her in the mirror. I wasn't sure if
she was moving her body deliberately to let me have a
glance. My eyes wandered on her well exposed back
revealed by a very low cut blouse. I bit my lips seeing
the folds on either side of her hips and my dick
stiffened the moment my eyes settled on her round firm
buttocks.
"Perhaps you are right," She agreed at last. "I never
paid any attention to myself."
I smiled and said, "I hope, you will."
My mother is also a religious lady and she does all
kinds of praying and fasting. Since my father cannot
afford much, she usually puts on suits, which are
cheaper in price, and while at home she puts on the old
used suits. My mother is five and a half feet tall and
despite being in a mature age, she has a body like that
of a thirty year old. She has an extremely white skin
and she looks like a full ripe woman who knows what she
is made for. Alas! She is married to my father who is a
good for nothing fellow. He will smoke his cigarette,
read the newspaper and waste his time in the day. And
what luck, he sometimes uses my beautiful mother as his
fuck toy.
Since listening to Deepak my mother Rani became a sex
object in my eyes. One day I saw my vivacious,
talkative and voluptuous mother, milking the cow. I was
standing besides her as she milked her in a tumbler.
The milk was shooting from the cow before collecting in
the pan thereby drenching my mother from the front.
Since it was late evening, she had done away with her
bra. I stood by her talking to her, as father was not
at home. As usual, she was dressed in one of her old
suits at home and it left little to imagine after
seeing her in those worn out clothes. Slowly, my mother
started to get wet by milk and her fabulous boobies
started to take shape on her suit. Her vest was also
clinging now to her boobies and every stroke of her to
take milk was making her boobies more prominent.
I was getting hard watching all this when my mother
filled the tumbler and got up I couldn't believe my
eyes when I saw the suit thinning itself to a point
that her boobies were making perfect shape and even
some milk dripped from the corners. She was so wet that
I could even see her almost faint almond color areola
and her ruby like nipples standing upright on those sag
less melons. I had a sudden rush of blood and a desire
to hold them in my hands to feel their enormity. It was
as if my whole being cried in ecstasy, my filial
feelings rose to the fore and asked me to repay back
the motherhood by holding those pitchers that once fed
me, and merge once again with my mother. I wanted to in
fact contain her enormity, the limitless motherhood
that sprang in the physical shape as her boobs.
I felt the first stirrings of incest in my head as I
saw and beheld those melons of food and pleasure,
almost making full and round circles, wet and clinging
to her old suit which had become transparent by now. My
mother rose after collecting the milk and I saw her
rotund ass wobble and sway like a wild deer, while she
walked past me to the kitchen. She was so wet in front
that I had a real treat as she went down to collect
something in kitchen baring her beautiful breasts right
up to her magnanimous areola and bean like nipples. She
then came out of the kitchen and went to the living
room. There is a small curtain behind which she hides
but off and on some part of her body is usually
visible.
Inside the room She took the towel in her hands. She
first wiped her hands and then she started to wipe the
area of the suit near her breasts. Since the suit was a
little old and worn out, while wiping my mother
accidentally tore it in the front. My heart was in my
mouth as I got the first glimpse of one of the heavenly
pair. Her suit had ripped from the center vertically
and her one full breast was out and I was feasting at
it. I could seem the milky white skin of her tight
round breast. O my heavenly mother's breasts were so
round that it looked artistic; such a magnificent shape
was out of this world. My mother had such round breasts
that would give jitters to a teenage virgin girl. Her
areola was again perfectly round with no blemish and
she had the perfect bean sized nipple, which was erect
due to wetness.
Since it was evening time, my mother's skin was glowing
under the florescent lamp. She started to wipe her
breasts now even though her suit had torn a bit more
from the top revealing her little soft tummy and her
deep round bellybutton, which I mistook for pussy
first. She looked so sexy wiping her there and then,
she looked at me, staring at her. I tried to avoid eye
contact with her and looked away but in the corner of
my eye I could still see her smiling towards me as she
wiped her breasts, which were nearly in the open now.
My mother softly wrapped the towel around her huge
motherly treasures and took the shirt of the torn suit
out. I was just watching this as a silent spectator
when my mother changed into another suit.
That night, I was watching some TV lying beside my
mother. We were watching some movie on HBO when a white
lady appeared on the screen in a nighty. My mother
hardly understood any English but she just watched them
with me sometimes trying to understand through the
action. She was lying across from me, tightly wrapped
in a bedcover. My mind immediately raced to suggest my
mom to wear nighties. I sort of fearfully asked her,
"Do you like that dress ma?" I asked and looked at my
mother's breasts making beautiful mounds in that bed-
sheet over her bosom.
"Son this dress show too much of body. Its shameful."
She said.
"This is worn only at night so no chance of people
seeing. If you agree I can buy a few for you" I sort of
tried my best to persuade her. She blushed but nodded
in affirmative.
Next day, I left in the morning and went to Delhi where
I bought three sheer transparent nighties for my
mother. Out of the three I bought, only one was a
little decent. I also bought my favorite underclothes
for her. I bought her stockings and garter belts
besides a sizeable collection of highly revealing and
erotic designer panties. After getting everything, I
quickly headed to my home with my mind full of images
when my mother would adorn these fantasy outfits. All
the way on the bus, I was hard. My erection and my
thoughts seemed to melt the time taken in journey.
As I reached home, it was morning time. I took bath and
went to sleep after taking my breakfast. When I got up
in the afternoon, I found my luggage frisked a bit and
I was just thinking about it when my mother Rani,
appeared from the bathroom dressed in the most
skimpiest and transparent nighty while holding a lot of
bra and panties in her hands. As she walked towards me,
I pinched myself to remind me that I am awake and not
dreaming.
My simple mother could easily stand as a fashion model
for lingerie. She had also put on some purple bra and
satin panties almost see through. Seeing me awake she
started laughing holding those undergarments in her
hands. She came into the room and threw the bras and
panties at bed and walked in front of the mirror. Then
she turned towards me and asked me how she looked. I
said that women do not usually wear undergarments with
nighties. She said since it was day time she might
think of removing them at night. I smiled at my mother
while she climbed on the bed besides me and we started
to watch TV for a while.
I was thinking every evil thing inside my mind as the
TV screen flashed before my eyes. I was not watching it
but I was fantasizing about my sexy mother who will
undo her bra and panties at night. Till now, she might
not have known about the transparent material of her
nighty but at night she will definitely see that it is
revealing all her body, and that too to her son. Will
she remove them or not! I was thinking all these vital
questions while my mind was soaked in delirious ecstasy
as my mother, the woman of my dreams was lying beside
me in a fancy outfit hardly covering her thighs even. I
looked at her.
She was watching the TV and she could hardly notice my
eyes prying at her with extreme lust. I could see
purple bra, which had high cups making her boobs just
out at top. They appeared so round and white that my
mother appeared like some Victorian art figure. The
nighty then separated at her waist revealing a hint of
her satin panties and an exotic skin of her thighs. My
cock had already flagged itself and I turned the TV off
and told my mother that I wanted to sleep. My mother
was also yawning and went to sleep in the afternoon in
no time.
I watched the big breasts of my mother heaving with her
breath in front of me. She was breathing soundly and
this was a sure indication of her sleep. Inside my
underwear, my cock was erect like a bamboo. I watched
my mother for sometime and then started to masturbate
seeing her heavenly body particularly her white legs,
which had only a few hairs at the back of the legs. I
came in no time and I was asleep too.
That night, after dinner we went to the bed again. My
heart was in my mouth as I reached the bedroom with my
mother. The moment for her to reveal herself to her son
had come. But, she came and sat watching the TV. She
showed no inclination to do away with bra and panties,
it seemed. I was getting rather disappointed and bored
and then I asked my mother that I was feeling sleepy.
She then turned the TV off and also switched off the
light. And then, I got the most pleasant of all
surprises.
My mother sort of opened her nighty at the front from
the belt and then removed her bra and panties while she
was sitting on the bed with her back to me. Moonlight
was creeping in and I could see the silhouettes of my
mother's curvaceous body. Then, my mother turned around
and after tying the belt of her nighty went to sleep.
Since it was darkness, I could hardly see anything but
faint outlines could be made in the dark. Whole night,
my cock was on fire and I had to wait till the wee
hours in the morning to get some glimpses of the body
of my dream woman.
In the morning, I got a better view with each passing
minute as the light was increasing. My mother had
folded her legs and was sleeping facing me. The belt
had also opened and she was in a disheveled state so
much so that her complete ass cheeks were visible.
While at the top, her magnificent breasts could be
clearly seen under the thin nighty, which had a few
open buttons too, and they revealed her naked white
pearly flesh. My cock was flagging itself like a mad
bull now and blood rushed to my veins as my mother
turned in sleep. Now she was lying on her back with
straight legs.
Her nighty, which was open at the center due to the
open belt, was held in place only by a few buttons near
her enormous breasts, which jutted roundly despite her
sleeping position. Her silky waist was fully visible
and her maddening bellybutton had come to my view, for
the first time in my life. It was here that my
umbilical cord had been tied to my mother. I had been
provided food from this place.
Then I looked down at the few visible hairs peeking
between my mother's legs. She was fully nude at the
bottom since the nighty had been completely displaced.
Still I could not see my birthplace as she had lying
with straight legs now. But I was content for the top
view only. Imagine a fully grown son sleeping besides
his mother in her nighty, and that too that the nighty
is showing even her unusually large almond colored
areolas, those breasts so round and fleshy that even
the small mole on them is also visible on her nighty.
What could a man do then?
I looked at the face of my mother sleeping so
innocently. She used to stay very plain at home without
make up mostly. She was looking fabulous in her sleep.
Then, I went close to my mother and placed my hand on
her flat belly while watching any movement on her face.
She was sleeping like a cat, shying and without any
movement. Now I looked at her artistic shapely breasts,
which had fed me and had withstood ages without showing
any sag.
O those wonderful melons of lust, which had the power
to induce madness in the most holy of men, o those
pitchers of milk which were my life when I came into
this world and now they are taking my life as I watch
them, O those mountains of the most holy flesh which
have gotten better with time and have even not been
mauled by my dirty useless father, O those twin mounds
of motherly joy and ecstasy with a huge areola and
painfully thick seductive nipples, those very fountains
of milk which are forever young , O my mother looked so
beautiful as if her tits were her essence. I was deeply
motivated now to see them fully nude. But I was also
afraid if my mother would wake up. I carefully and
slowly undid the few buttons at the top thus revealing
her marvelous glory to me. I nearly came in my pajamas
seeing my mother like that.
Her skin was glowing in the morning light and her body
was tight everywhere, no loose flesh hanging down
anywhere, and her tits were really a mammoth size and
their rotundity was also mind boggling. No forty seven
year old woman is supposed to have such awesome
mammaries. I looked at my mother nearly fully nude now
but deep in her sleep looking like an angel from the
sky. Every inch of her supple luxuriant body was oozing
with sexiness and it seemed that she had been made
solely for the purpose of lovemaking. She appeared like
a fairy in exile only to return back after mating with
her son. I was lost in all these thoughts when I heard
a cock croaking in the neighborhood and it was a sure
sign that my mother would wake up any moment now. I
quickly tied her buttons
back and covered her with her nighty before throwing a
bed sheet over her.
My mother got up after some time and quickly changed
into some other suit as she probably could see her body
in the morning displaying itself so sexily to her son
in her nighty. Then later she served me breakfast. I
went to my job and came back home in the evening. Now
my mother was dressed in the normal suit and it was
only before going to bed she changed into a nighty.
After wearing the yet another transparent nighty, my
mother quickly switched off the lights. She told me in
bed that she would wear her nighty only for sleep and
not like western people as it shows her body
shamelessly. I told her to relax, as there was no one
to see her that way. My mom smiled and we went to
sleep.
Again, I woke up at my midnight time and knowing fully
well that mother is asleep, I undid her belt of nighty
and removed that flimsy cloth and saw those twin
heavenly mounds. I wanted to touch them, play with them
and maul them but I was afraid if my mother would wake
up then? So once again after watching them to my hearts
content, I masturbated besides my sleeping momma and
made her up properly before going to sleep. Watching
her body in the dark did not satisfy me. I wanted to
see her fully and there was only one place where this
was possible and that was our bathroom. Since the
bathroom and toilet are outside the house, they are
also adjoined to the other room we have. I made a
proper hole in it and covered it with a poster. It was
the photo of lord Shiva so no one will remove it.
In the evening, my mother went inside to take a bath. I
quickly followed her and removed the poster from the
hole. I could clearly see across the other side. My
mother had removed her clothes and was just standing in
the new skin color bra and black lacy panties. Then she
rubbed her hand over the panty and I could see a wet
spot appearing. She slapped her pussy a number of times
over the panty and then in a jiffy threw both panty and
bra on the floor. She turned on the shower and started
to take bath while my hand was already on my cock
savoring the potential erotica of her tits dangling and
wet with water. She rubbed soap all over her body and
then washed it taking her own sweet time.
Then I went down to her pussy and the saw the whole
where I came from the very first time in my life. It
was covered with the dense outgrowth of her silken
pubes, now here they were in a huge number. Outside I
was pumping my fist. I soon came and spread my semen on
the floor while my mother had finished her bath and was
toweling herself. Her full nude body was a sight of
nearly heaven itself. If ever there was any salvation,
it was in my mother's boobs. If ever there was any
heaven, it was in my mother's velvety body. I quickly
cleaned up and came back to my room putting the poster
at place. My mother then went to milk the cow as he
trampled over my milk carelessly.
This also became a routine. So I was having two daily
glimpses of my mother's body, one in her sleep and
other while she bathes. But with the passing of each
day it was becoming difficult for me to contain my
urges. I just wanted to hold her body and feel her
motherly titties. I could not touch her as she might
very well wake up. And that would be the end of it. I
never wanted to loose whatever little I was getting. I
was near heaven yet I was in pain. The sea was baring
its bosom to me and yet I could not drink a drop of
water. The expanse of feminity laid itself on a bed to
be ravished yet I could not strike, for she was my
mother. Had it been any other woman, I could have
easily done what I wanted to. But how could I even
think about it.
What a pervert I have been thinking about doing nasty
things to my mother. I sometimes felt that I am going
to rot in hell for this. But sooner I was convinced
beyond doubt that for the touch of my mother's boobs, I
was ready to forgo anything. I could withstand any
amount of pain for my mother's boobs. This was not
because her boobs had nurtured me, helped me grow, but
it was because watching her boobs gave me the highest
possible erections and I might even die if I touched
them. A mother's bosom is the area where a young one
finds solace and peace from the world but here my
mother's boobs had maddened me with lust. I must do
something for them. They became the sole fixation of my
dirty perverted mind. At night, in my dreams I saw them
hanging from the sky beckoning me to kiss them and
fondle them.
Meanwhile, time continued to roll on and my father used
to visit us sometimes and he would stay for a month. I
was quite surprised, as my mother did not wear her
nighties in front of my lazy father. But as soon he
left and we were left to ourselves again, once again I
was watching my mother in all her glory. When my father
was home, he rarely fucked Rani Ma and soon he had
left.
Then something happened that took my attention away
from my mother for a while. There was a cousin of my
father who used to run a farm. His name was Shankar and
the name of his wife was Bimla. My father used to help
him sometime for some money. On my father's last visit
he asked my father for help. As my father was going
away he asked me to help him in his place. I was
supposed to drive his tractor and help him planting
seeds. I worked in the hot sun for two days. His wife
Bimla was a very kind to me. She was a good-looking 45
years old woman just like my mother. She had long hair
that had big curls in it, Hazel eyes, five foot 5, with
very perky tits.
On third day the farmer told me that he was going to
city. He asked me to take care of the things on the
farm and to keep up his choirs. "Bimla will love to
have you here to help her" he said, "I trust that you
will give her a hand with any thing she needs".
He took his old pick-up out and he drove off to city.
After that I started doing some work on his farm .By
half past twelve Bimla came over and asked me to have
my lunch. She used to bring it on farm but that day she
asked me to accompany her home. She served me a great
meal, as she did every day. I however noticed a change
in her behavior. I could look up her dress and see her
naked below her thin sari. My pants were tented up and
my cock was throbbing.
"I bet you could shoot a load right now that could hit
the wall from where you're at," she said.
"I can't believe you said that." I said and blushed.
"I could help you," she said.
I don't know what came over me as I went to her and
held her waist in my arms and kissed her on the neck.
She just squirmed in my arms and turned around thereby
her big jugs rubbing against me. She took me into her
arms kissing me with a fiery passion. Our tongues
danced the dance of lovers. I held her sweet ass in my
hands, exploring its shape and firmness, as I inched
her dress up. Slowly I bent my knees and lowered my
kisses to her neck as I felt her body trembling.
Bimla said, "I have been watching you grow from a kid
to a Man, now I want to teach you what all men should
know."
I kissed the tops of her breast as the sun kisses the
dew from a budding flower in the early morning hour of
first light. I could smell the call of nature rising
from the heat of her womanhood as I took the top button
of her blouse into my mouth. Nipping the thread,
popping the button off she gasped.
The second and third button followed the first. Her
blouse falling from her shoulders I stood and our lips
once again touched in a passionate kiss.
Bimla grasped my shirt and ripped it open, as I took
her breast in the palms of my hands.
My heart pounding in my chest as my cock throbbed in my
pants.
I was one to listen and learn from others. I had heard
most women say that a good lover took his time and did
lots of foreplay.
I kept telling myself to go slow take your time. Like
my cock would listen.
My shirt dropped to the floor and Bimla fell on her
knees.
She unbuckled my belt and buttons of my fly. The head
of my cock met her lips above the waistband of my
shorts. I kicked my boots off
Bimla slid my pants and shorts off. Bimla slid her
hands up my legs to my cock and cupped my balls.
She took my young throbbing cock in her hot mouth and
licked the shaft. I took her head in my hands and tried
to pull her off my cock warning her I was going to cum.
She smiled a big grin and said, "That is why I'm
sucking your cock silly, cum in mommies mouth, fill me
up darling."
As she called herself mommy, I felt my pleasure
doubling. It was impossible to check my cock from
shooting. She stroked my cock twice and took the head
in her mouth just in time to catch my cum. I thought I
would never stop cuming. My knees buckled and I sank
onto the floor. As the cobwebs cleared my head, Bimla
was kissing me and asking me if I was ok.
I could taste my cum on her mouth. I opened my eyes and
said WOW what happened. I felt so stupid.
Bimla said, "You have been cast under the spell of a
wicked lady called Bimla, I drank in your soul and now
you are mine to keep."
We both started to laugh.
Bimla was sitting on my cock as I lay on my back on the
kitchen floor. My cock started to harden as I felt her
heat and wetness on my cock. Bimla rose up and took my
cock in her hand as she guided it into her wet pussy.
Bimla rode my cock like she was in a saddle on a gated
horse. She kept saying, "Ya baby fuck momma, ya baby
fuck momma."
The dogs started barking and we heard a pickup pull in.
We jumped up and dashed for cover.
FUCK it was Shankar, he had come back... and it was the
end of my affair with the mature woman called Bimla.
Nothing much happened until the marriage of my cousin
Pallavi when I had to accompany my mother to a village
near Aamirpur.
My mother's younger sister Sashimi lived in a village
and Pallavi was her daughter who was getting married.
In fact, Pallavi had a physique very much like my
mother and one wondered how her tits would grow after
her marriage. My maasi (aunt) on the other hand,
sashimi was also very sexy with golden skin and nice
assets. Pallavi was one of the few people who were very
close to me. In fact we had played a lot of fun games
when we children and I often had a deep maddening
desire to feel her tits. But time went on, and now she
was getting married.
It was quite late when we reached there and soon we
were shown the bedroom after having a bit of food. In
fact, all the elder ladies were sleeping on the floor
and my cousin was sleeping on the bed. When I came into
the room, it was pretty dark and I just stumbled next
to one of the women on the floor. I had found the space
so I went to sleep soon. I woke up in the middle of the
night when I felt a little cold. I sat and saw the dim
figures in the moonlight. Two ladies were lying next to
me in a sexy revealing atmosphere but I couldn't se
much because of the darkness. I thought probably my
cousin was lying on the bed. Her clothes were also in
disarray and because of darkness; I could only see the
contours on her body.
I climbed on the bed and went next to her. I almost
took her in my embrace. I felt her hard and massive
titties on my chest. She remained passive and let me
had my way. I quickly undid her blouse from the front.
O my god, her huge titties swung to life. I held them
in my hands to feel their weight. Their was something
similar to them I could not exactly remember. Then I
kissed them on their valley and then I went up and felt
the chain around her neck. She was not supposed to
wearing any mangalsutra, what was this. Who was this
lady letting me fondle her, it was definitely not my
cousin Pallavi. Then I went up and looked at her face
closely. O my god, it was my own mother Rani. Was I
dreaming? I said, in a feeble voice, "Ma Rani, you... I
am sorry mother, I didn't know it was you."
"And I too thought you are..." she stopped from saying
a name.
It surprised me. "Who do you thought I was ma?"
"Nothing, go to your place of sleep."
She got up and she went away.
Next day was more eventful. Late in the night, I woke
up. I sat up on the bed. I looked towards my mom, but
she was not there. I was a bit worried and went to the
room where the uncles and aunts were. I couldn't find
her there. There was a small room belonged to the
husband of my aunt Sashimi. I slowly moved to that room
and looked inside. I saw my uncle in almost no light
(the night lamp was switched off). All this happened
within seconds. I searched for the switches, but I
couldn't remember where they were.
"Uncle" I said.
"Hmmm," he replied in a grunt.
I asked him where the switches were but he didn't
reply. I remembered that the switches were on the wall
towards the other side of the bed. I tried all the
switches, and saw what I expecting. My uncle was on my
mom, Missionary style (I didn't know the name of the
position at that time), they had managed to cover the
bed sheet over their bottoms, they were in panic, and I
saw my mom's left breast. He was panting for breath and
so was my mom. I switched off the light and sat on the
spare bed with a thud.
I was a mixed bag of emotions. I knew I'd see it, I
knew this would happen to me, But it was my mom and my
uncle. Suddenly, the glimpse of my mom's breast came
back into my mind, and I really wanted to switch the
light back on to see her once more. The flash of her
skin shining due to sweat and her erect nipple, her
face when I caught her, everything mesmerized me.
Suddenly, the Light was switched on.
It was my uncle in his lungi. He sat beside me. "So u
saw it.... Huh?" he asked. I was quiet. Mom was in the
bathroom. "I'm sorry", he said. I had an erection by
that time. "Please forgive me, it was my entire
mistake. Mom had nothing to do. I had forced her", he
said. But I knew it wasn't like that. Mom started
crying in the bathroom. I shouted, "Stop crying mom,
and please console her, uncle.... I think I should
leave you alone for sometime to sort it out."
I rushed out of the room and locked it from outside.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be around, I assure you", I
said and walked away. I did all this just to have a
smoke, which I wanted desperately. I smoked 1 cigarette
trying to figure out what has just happened. Then, I
smoked another as I was excited and wanted that moment
to last longer. I closed my eyes just to remember the
glimpse I had seen minutes ago. I went back to the
room. Mom and uncle were waiting for me. We had a small
talk; I tell them that they need not worry because of
me.
After attending the marriage my mom and me returned
home. Conversations between us were not like they used
to be. They were reduced to almost a nil. I wanted to
break the ice but feared if she would feel
disheartened. I knew that she too wanted to talk, but
she must have been afraid that the talk may remind both
of us about the bizarre incident. That incident changed
me forever. I started masturbating thinking of her. I
started to look at her with more interest. I began to
search for chances where I could see her nude. Here and
there I'd get a glimpse of her fair skin when she used
to change her dress. Almost a week passed by after we
had returned, and it was Saturday.
We sat for dinner and as usual, we weren't talking. She
was wearing a cream saree with pink and blue flowers.
Before dinner, she was preparing for it and was roaming
about in the house. I don't know why, but she looked
gorgeous. There was a pink flower (design on the saree)
right on her ass. A thought entered my mind, 'may be
her ass is as delicate and as fragrant as this flower'.
Guess what, I had an instant hard-on.
While at dinner, I said, "You look beautiful."
"Hmmm..." she raised her head.
"I said you look beautiful." And we both started
laughing. There were tears in her eyes and I felt the
same. She scolded me that I didn't initiate the talk
and so did I. We had our share of clarifications to be
made, and we did it.
"So you forgive me about that day?" she asked.
"I don't remember anything about that day, except that
you were beautiful." Words slipped off my mouth. We had
our dinner and after sometime, we went to sleep. As I
already told you, my mom and I slept in the same room.
The night lamp was on; she turned towards me and asked,
"You really saw nothing that day?" She was referring to
the day I caught her with uncle.
"Nothing."
"Then why did you switch off the light as soon as you
switched it on?" I didn't say anything I couldn't
speak. "Tell me, please." My mom pleaded.
"I saw you naked," I said.
"You saw me naked?" she asked.
"No, not completely." I said.
"Then what?" I looked at her face and she really seemed
keen to listen to whatever I said.
"I saw you, sweating. Your eyes were closed due to
shame. You were not facing me. I could see your left
breast. Your skin was shining."
"All this in that small moment?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Didn't you see your uncle?"
"I didn't because I was busy watching you Amma."
Then she saw the bulge in my pant.
"Did u feel like this that day?" I didn't reply. "Are
we not friends, when you can forgive me, I too can
forgive you honey. Tell Amma, did you feel like this
that day?"
Without any drama, I replied with a dry mouth, "Yes
Amma, but..."
I was trying to assert myself when suddenly; she broke
into a big loud laughter. I felt like a donkey. I too
started smiling, but I was a mixed bag of emotions.
"Are you trying to use my situation to your advantage?"
She queried as though the formalities weren't complete
as yet.
"I leave it to your wisdom," I responded instantly. She
kept quiet.
Her silence prompted me to get up from my place of
sleep and went over to her bed. "I have dreams and
invariably it has been always you all the time. I have
lost count of them anyway." I continued,
"Unusual," She quickly interrupted me. "I haven't heard
like this before."
"They are often untold," I moved another inch forward
and said. "My mind has trespassed long ago. I can't
help rewinding those wonderful dreams whenever I am
with you. I wish I could make those dreams come alive.
I wish I can kiss you a million times on your lips as I
used to do in the dreams."
Her eyes wandered slightly in discomfort. I guessed she
must be struggling hard to digest what she was
listening.
"You know where I am looking at right now," I spoke
with a deliberate smile. "I don't know how I am
resisting the temptation to have your marvelous breasts
in my hands."
It was an enjoyable experience revealing my hidden
fantasies as I could feel how hard my dick was getting
underneath. My eyes kept reading the changing
expressions on my mother's face and I was convinced
there wasn't any evidence of contempt in her eyes.
"I have watched you sleeping alone on the bed," I
stretched further. "If I am blessed I might be hugging
you like a man."
Perhaps I didn't reveal whatever I felt like doing
although my heart became lighter after emptying a
considerable amount of emotions. My hands moved in the
air slowly to have my first feel of my mother in years.
She shivered a bit feeling my fingers on her hips and
shook like a tree as I planted my lips on her. It took
a while for her to reciprocate as her lips opened a
little bit. My hands pulled the top end of her sari and
she gave up like magic. It wasn't difficult to guide
her towards the bed while she walked with me with her
head leaned to my shoulder. Her head jerked back as my
eager hands wandered over her breasts and descended
onto her abdomen.
My palm felt electric as it caressed her silky stomach
while her head swayed from side to side. My thumb
encircled her navel a few times sending a mild shock
all over both of us. Her hands moved up to unbutton the
blouse. She got rid of the piece of cloth through her
arms and as she made an attempt to unclasp her bra hook
I stopped her for once. I kept staring at her well-
shaped breasts hardly confined to her bra bulging as
she breathed long and hard. She moved back a bit seeing
my fingers approaching her breasts before she reached
the edge of the bed. My fingers strode inside her bra
and began feeling her chill hard her nipples.
"Wait," She signaled with her fingers. "Let me get rid
of that as well."
She quickly removed her bra revealing her pinky round
nipples which looked like cherry fruits placed atop an
ice cream ball. My eyes had a close view of her breasts
before my hands hurried to hold each one of them and
squeezed them gently. Her body was bending back and
forth unable to cope up the feel of my fingers and palm
on her wonderful melons. I leaned forward and brushed
my lips against the tip of her nipples one by one.
"How long have you been waiting for this?" My mother
asked as she clutched my hair at the back of my head. I
was in no hurry to answer as my eyes gazed her areola
and the erect nipples, which looked like inviting me.
For a moment I thanked God for serving me with a
wonderful opportunity to have such a close look at my
mother's enormous breasts. She still had her petticoat
on which flew through her legs in a flash unable to
withstand the fury of my fingers. I remained speechless
watching my mother as if I was standing before the
seventh wonder of the world.
Her eyes quickly glanced at my pant and her face was
lit up with her typical gracious smile. She noticed the
huge bulge between my thighs suggesting that my dick
was raring to get free from the captivity. I smiled
watching her eyes returning to the bulge after she
hungrily gazed all over my body with twinkling eyes. My
eyes weren't lagging behind either as I began staring
at her mound under the thin cover of her silky panties.
I couldn't hold back as my fingers invaded inside her
panties and began stroking her velvet hair concealing
her womanhood. Her eye lids came down in slow motion
and her lips began emanating gentle moans of arousal.
Her hands came down on my bulge giving me a gentle
shock at once. Her fingers kept moving over and around
my bulge before she located the zip and pulled it down
with ridiculous ease. It was a good enough clue for me
as I quickly pulled off my pant and brief. She kept
watching me with a smile while I took off my shirt and
lay naked so close to her.
"Take it off," I told her holding the elastic of her
panties which she obliged. She looked a bit more eager
than me as she stretched herself on the bed and began
spreading her legs. I was convinced that she was dying
to have my long dick inside her deep pussy. I began
kissing her from her feet. My lips stroked her ankles,
calf and thighs before reaching her belly. I looked up
to see her swinging head right in between her huge
breasts, which kept swelling in and out. I was loosing
patience and wanted to get into her at once. My lucky
dick urged me to let it intrude my mother's pussy. As I
elevated, she grabbed my dick and led it towards her
pussy. Both of us sighed in excitement as my dick found
her pussy lips beneath the silky hair cover.
I had achieved what I wanted, fucking my own mother. My
dick went inside easily into her slurp hole and there
was a farty sound as her cunt took my cock inside. Her
nostrils flared as she took me in. Her head swayed to
the right as she murmured, "You are bigger than him." I
stopped and just gave strong pushes as she enjoyed the
sexy jolts, which my prick was giving. She spoke
between her breaths,
"Take care."
I shortened my thrusts and asked, "Does it hurt ma?"
She scolded me; "Don't call me mom when you have your
lund (Cock) inside me. I am Rani now. It doesn't hurt
me. But you take care because you had just had an
orgasm, it might hurt your cock because of my cunt
pressure..."
I said, "No it does not hurt, thanks for caring Rani."
I began fucking again at top speed. My mom was so horny
that she wrapped her thighs around my waist. She was
scratching my back as she was pounded and stabbed by my
dick. I stopped talking. It wasn't easy talking and
holding the breath to let my dick have a further thrust
inside her. My dick began stroking into her
relentlessly while my mother began motioning her waists
to let me have a go without any problem. The very
thought that I was fucking my mother was lengthening my
dick as I picked up the speed and my breathing fell
into a rhythm.
She kept moaning, which added to my excitement of
feeling my dick inside her moist pussy. I kept leaning
forward, taking her wonderful melons inside my mouth
one after another, sucking them and driving her crazy.
She kept squirming and squealing as I got more frantic
as seconds ticked and soon my dick was ripping her
pussy apart with vigor. It was amazing to feel her
pussy lips opening wider for me and soon I had the
entire length of my long shaft inside her. My balls
were getting bashed against her ass as I pounded her
pussy like a hammer.
The adventure soon came to a pulsating end as my dick
exploded inside her pussy to let out huge loads of
semen into her womb. Simultaneously, I could realize
that my dick felt almost like being flooded inside as
she came with her climax. Our naked bodies clung to
each other as we lay on the bed for an hour or so after
our first adventure on bed. Our hug broke after a
prolonged kiss and we never felt any shame or
embarrassment for whatever we did.
I said, "How was it?"
She said, "Hmmmm..."
She was in my arms and it felt great. Rani got up and
said, "You have made me your whore, are you happy now?"
She took me to the loo so that we could clean our
genitals. She told me to pee first, and then we kissed
again. Then she told me to leave, as she had to pee
herself. "Please pee before me, I want to see how women
pee."
She squatted on the commode and showed me, "See this
small thing this is where we pee from"
Her vagina was looking like an open flower; with fleshy
outer lips pink with blood. I looked with interest as
her pee emerged out with a sexy sound pitter-patter
sound echoing the toilet. I was so awed with the urine
streaming out that I was getting another hard-on. She
watched the effect it was having on me. I playfully put
my hand in the stream and she laughed. "Hey, what are
you doing, you are so...."
We heard a knock. "Rani! Kaka!"
My god, it was father. Mom jumped down. My dick came
out with a clear sound "FUCK". She took all her cloth
and ran into the bathroom. I picked up the towel, put
it on and opened the door. "Welcome father? You came
back so soon."
"The wife of our chief engineer died. A holiday was
announced suddenly, I thought better to be with my
family till tomorrow. Where is your mother?" Father
said.
"She is in the bathroom," I told him.
Meanwhile mom came out of the bathroom. She was
properly dressed now. "Hey! You?" She was showing some
mock surprise at seeing my father.
Father repeated the same explanation he had given to me
and then said, "What is the matter Rani your cheeks are
red as if blood would ooze out from them?"
I noted that her cheeks were really abnormally red,
probably due to the heat created by our sexual
activities, which got interrupted by the arrival of
father. She became a bit nervous but controlled herself
immediately and said. "Kaka and I were enjoying and
laughing when you came. I saw a black snake so
beautiful. May be that is why I am so exited."
If only father understands the double meaning of her
words. I thought.
"Where is the snake? Was it a big one? Where has it
gone?"- Father asked anxiously.
"It was real big in comparison to others you might have
seen. It was black and thick. It was very strong. It
was so beautiful and fascinating that I cannot tell
you. Am I right Kaka?" She was bold and clever beyond
my expectations.
"Yes ma" I said and smiled.
"Be careful."-Father cautioned us while going towards
the bathroom. "Usually snakes do not come here, but you
never know."
"Small snakes often come."- Mom replied – "They are so
week and timid that I do not bother for them. They come
and go. They cannot do anything. I simply hate them.
But this snake, I never saw like it in my life. My God,
I am simply fascinated."- She said and sat near me. She
was holding one of my hands and moving her palm on it.
My dick that limped due to father's arrival started
raising its head. I was wearing only a towel. If my
dick comes in its full size it would be like a pole
covered under the towel and it would be a very
embarrassing situation.
"Mom, let me change," I said and went to change.
Same day late in night I realized that my father was
fucking my mother.
He took mother in his arms. He kissed her and by taking
a turn came over her. He raised her sari and came
between her legs. I saw that he was adjusting his tool
on her pussy. Out of his happiness he could hold for
some time and gave about 10 strokes.
"Oh, darling I'm coming," he whispered,
Mother almost shouted, "Please stop and take it out."
At the same time she caught hold father tightly and
encircled her legs around his hips. Father tried but
could not get out of her clutch and fired inside her.
"What have you done? I asked you to take it out and you
fired inside me," Mother was complaining.
"So what, I have ejaculated inside my wife. I am so
happy today," Father said.
"Ok, Ok, now let me go to bathroom and clean myself."
Mother stood up and went to the bathroom.
***
Next day morning every thing was normal. We behaved as
if nothing as taken place between us. Next day when I
returned from work I called for my mom but there was no
reply. I checked all the rooms in the house. I couldn't
find her. I asked a neigbour about mother and I was
told that she has gone for temple. So I too went to the
temple to pick her up from temple.
She was busy praying. I went near her and called her.
She didn't reply. After sometime she opened her eyes
and smiled at me. She put some kum kum between my
eyebrows and asked to pray. I did as she said. After
her 'puja' was over, she got up and gave me flowers
offered to the God. She looked very calm and composed.
We sat there for some time and started talking. Mom
told me that my father was gone back to his work as
usual. The thought of being alone again with her made
me horny even inside the temple. She was looking
beautiful with the flowers in the hair and 'kum kum'
between her eyebrows. I said in her ears that she was
looking sexy with those flowers and 'kum kum' between
her eyebrows. She said in a stern voice,
"Whatever has happened last night is sin and we should
ask for God's forgiveness for that. Please forget that
incident."
I was stunned to hear this. I did not know how to
react. "Please don't say like that mom. I love you so
much." I said in an emotion soaked voice. "Whatever has
happened was God's will only. Please don't let it
finish like this. I really need you."
She said, "But it is a sin." I said, "No mom. The thing
that gives pleasure to both of us and make us smile
cannot be a sin. I know how happy you were last night.
I always want to keep you happy like that."
"Please try to understand. Just think what others will
think of us. How can we live in society like this?"
I said, "Nobody needs to know anything about this mom.
It is only between you and me. We will not let anybody
know about this."
At this she suddenly became silent. I knew she needed
time to adjust to our relationship.
After some time we came to the slipper stand to wear
our slippers. No one was there except a small girl and
she was busy playing with the sand. Mom has bent down
to wear the slippers. I was behind her. As no one is
was around us I pressed her left breast. She got little
angry for doing that as some one could see us. I said
no one was there. She said behave and let's go home. On
the way I stopped at flowers shop. She asked the
necessity of flowers as she is already having them in
her hair. I said, "I need to see you with more
flowers."
I took some more flowers and went home. As soon as we
entered the home I asked her to keep the flowers I
bought for her in the hair. She kept them in the hair.
I said mom flowers add beauty to you and kissed her on
the neck. She pushed me back and walked towards the
bedroom. Her butts are moving in rhythm as she is
walking and they are inviting me to bite them. Now I
knew her mood was changing again. I followed her to the
bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and threw her
loose end of the sari aside and raised her hands and
invited me.
She was looking so sexy. Her breasts moving with the
breath she is taking and her beautiful navel. More
beauty is added with all those flowers in the hair. I
went near her. She can see the bulge in my jeans pant.
She bit my penis over the jeans pant and started to
remove the belt. She loosened my pant and was about to
remove. I caught hold of her hand to stop it. I bend
down on my knees and kissed her gently on the lips. I
kissed her on the neck and moved down towards her
breasts. I pushed her on the bed and went on top of
her. I could see the hardness of her nipples as she
hasn't worn a bra.
I sucked her nipples over the blouse. She pushed me on
to other side of the bed and came on top of me. She was
placing her butts on my penis and removing my shirt
buttons. She took both my hands and placed them on her
breasts and pressed them. Then she took off my shirt
and threw it aside and started to kiss me. She started
kissing me my forehead, eyes, cheeks and she took my
lower lip in her mouth and started to suck it. She even
took it between her teeth and bit it.
She kissed and sucked my nipples and moved towards the
navel and kissed it. She removed my pant and kept her
hands in the underwear and played with my penis. After
some time she removed my underwear and my tool was
seeing the ceiling of the room. She stood up and
removed her clothes by herself with out allowing me to
remove them. She wants me to observe her while she was
removing her clothes. I watched her while she was
removing her clothes. She removed the flowers from her
hair and threw it on me and loosed her hair and came
over me.
"Oh Mommy, you are very beautiful. Your complexions are
superb like a mixture of milk and vermilion. You look
so innocent and sexy at the same time. Your boobs are
rounding, shapely and firm. Your thighs are long,
smooth, tight and soft. Your lips are red, juicy and
soft. Your eyes are big and attractive. Your voice is
so sweet. Your cunt is deep, very tight and has very
less hair on it and those too small and smooth. Any one
who will fuck you once will not be attracted to any
other woman in his life."
"Oh son, you are so sweet. No one praised me like this
ever. But for now speak less and fuck more. Fuck your
sex - hungry mother."
She sat on my penis and inserted it into her pussy and
started to move up and down. I fucked her like any
thing for about 10 minutes this time. During this, she
climaxed once and her cunt passage became very
slippery. To make the passage dry she took out my tool,
wiped it with a neckerchief, wiped her vagina and then
by taking my tool in her hand inserted it in her pussy
again. After sometime I made her lay down and I was on
top of her. I started to increase the pressure on her.
She was holding me tightly. She was biting me on my
shoulders. After some time I cum in her pussy and lay
on top of her.
***
"I want to do it in your ass, Amma." I said. Amma
looked surprised and pleased. Banging my cock over her
cheeks she said, "Will you really do me there? I always
dreamed of that. But be gentle. I am doing first time
from behind." Amma looked worried.
"Don't worry my doll. You'll love it." Amma got up and
blushingly peeled off her saree and undid the lace of
her saree-slip. She looked real temptress while
steeping out of that gog lying on floor. Now my 45 year
old mother was on mere unstraped black bra and red
panties!!!
Her full round derrier was popping out from those skimp
red panties. She bent down with her back at me and
slipped her panties. Her bare bottom was oozing steam
from every direction and my sexy mother stood
completely nude smiling at me!
"Wow Amma..you have a terrific ass, my love." I said
unable to take my eyes off my mom's big white ass. My
hands grabbed my hard-on spontaneously.
"Oh really?" Amma threw her panties over my face.
I smelt my mother's panties. Her rich perfume triggered
my libido like never before. My mother was smiling
shamelessly at me and her face reflected a victorious
female.
"Come on darling; love my virgin ass with your pole. I
want to feel you deep inside." She crawled on bed and
sat with her ripe glistening derrier tossed high up in
air. I almost jumped to bed and gathered my mother's
bare bottom with both hands. She had lot many moles on
her ass and one shinned just near the crack of her ass.
My darling mother looked so seductive in that pose that
I started licking her ass.... biting her fleshy soft
ass cheeks. I split her ass cheeks wide open and my
eyes sparkled at the sight of the pink crack of my
mother's voluptuous ass!
"Come on Kaka...put it in my ass... fast... please!" I
rubbed my hard penis in that crack and her enormous
rear torso writhed. My mother started giggling like a
college-girl. I pushed hard with a powerful thrust and
went half way in her virgin ass. My mother gasped,
"Uuuuuuuui... mmmaaaaaaaa... haaaaaaahhhh raaja... it's
tooo big for me... no, nooo, nooh pleeeeeeasse...
kaaaka... it's hurting... g...noooooo..."
"You are damn tight... bear for a second my dolll..." I
was not to give up on that beautiful full round ass of
a mature woman.... my hot ass mother. I slowly Inserted
my prick Inside. It felt as if my dick was going
through a grinding machine at first. Two thrusts and I
were in. With her tight slippery ass flushed to my cock
I started pumping my mother from behind. She too
started feeling sweet by then and gyrated her massive
womahood from under. I couldn't have been happier than
that as I watched my naked mother from behind dancing
on my cock. Her magnanimous thighs banged my crotch
making smacking sounds and her screams filled up the
room, making the atmosphere more erotic.
I was pulling out and pushing in again so that she can
get more pleasure. Every time I penetrated her tight
little asshole, she screamed damn sexy. I was fucking
her beautiful ass relentlessly and my mother was
sizzling real hot on my love-pole. Finally I filled up
her ass with my wads. While ejaculating my cock
hardened so much that it literally inflated my mother's
ass & she screamed real loud. After sometime my prick
became limp and slid out of her asshole. I was
completely exhausted and fell on bed. I could see blood
drops on the bed sheet. I had broken my mother's rear
seal!
Mommy fell over me.... with her lipstick gone all
astray over her cheeks... her hair all entangled... her
tits swollen.... her ass still dripping my juices....
all drained!!!
"You literally made me young like twenty years ago,
Kaka." She said running her fingers in my chest hair. I
pulled her over and said fondling her ass, "Amma, you
have a real tight hot ass. I am sold out on your
beautiful derrier." Then she kissed me once more and
said mischievously, "You broke open your Amma's rear
door. So I am your half-wife as it is...now you can
come in there anytime."
"You like it there, Amma?" I asked. Amma nodded `yes'
blushingly. I embraced my naked mother tight in my
arms. She sighed in utter satisfaction. That night I
fucked my sensuous mother four times. At around 5 in
the morning we went to sleep. She slept with my cock
rested in her deep round navel.
Before I did sleep though, several thoughts ran through
my mind, what if mom did get pregnant how would we
explain that, and then face of my father flashed
through my mind. How would I explain this to him? I had
fallen in love with my mother. Somewhere during my
train of thought I fell asleep holding my mother, my
lover the sexiest woman around and she was mine.
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