Mama ki shadi ke waqt jab wo pahli baar sasural aayo tabhi se maine unse dosto bana li thi, waise bhi aap jante hai ki jab nayi dulhan aati hai to uska khas dhyan rakha jata hai. yaha bhi wahi hona lajmi tha. Main bhi is kaam mai madad karta tha, kyonki mujhe mami ke sath waqt bitane ka mouka milta tha or mami bhi mujhse baate karke time paas kar leti thi. Aise hi hamari dosti ho gayi or hum log khana bhi sath khane lage, kyonki baad mai mere collage ki padhai ki bat thi to mujhe 1 hafte ke baad waha se delhi wapas aana pada.

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Meri family yahi delhi mai hi hai or mama ji ka ghar Kanpur mai hai yaha se mai mami ji se aksar phone baatee kiya karta tha or dhire dhire maine unse dosti ka rishta bana liya. Unki shadi mai mujhe unki ek friend bhi kafi pasand aayi thi or main aksar mami se kahta ki meri usse shadi karwa do to wo bhi kahti ki haan haan karwa denge jab sahi samay aayega. To in sab baato ko karte hue hum kafi friendly ho gaye the, main aksar unse unki shadishuda life ke bare mai, family planning ke bare mai bhi baate kar liya karta tha, jis par kabhi wo sharmati to kabhi turant jawab deti or majak mai kahti ki tumhari shadi hone do, phir dekhenge tum kya kya planning karte ho.

Aise hi waqt gujarta chala gaya or phir karib 8-10 mahine ke baad maine chhutiyon ka plan kiya or mama ji ke ghar pahuch gaya or is baar waha rahne ke liye mere pass kafi time tha or ghar pahuch kar sabhi se mila nani, mama, sabhi kafi khush hue or main bhi bahut khush hua, lekin mujhe jyada khushi mami ji se milnee kit hi or unke sath waqt bitane ki thi.

Mama school teacher hai to wo subah jate or sham ko ghar aate. Mama, mami ki shadishuda life kafi achhi chal rahi thi or dono ek dusre ke sath khush the or aaj bhi hai or nani, mosi or any family member wahi roj ke ghar ke kaam mail age rahte the. Ganvo mai, waise bhi koi na koi kaam laga rahta hai. mami bhi ghar ke kaam karti hai, lekin jyada nahi or normal kaam karke phir wo aksar apne room mai hi samay bitati hai. main bhi aise hi samay ka intezar karta tha.

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Phir jab wo khana bana rahi hoti to kabhi kitchen mai unke sath samay bitata ya phir baad mai unke room kea as paas mandarata rahta or isi bich wo mujhse baate karne ke liye room mai bula leti. Lund to hum sath mai hi karte the, wo bhi achhi hai or main bhi thik thak hun. To any logo kit ulna mai hamari aapas mai achhi banti thi. Hum normally unke bed par baithkar hi lunch karte the. Kai baar unhone mujhe apne hatho se khana khilaya hai. mujhe bahut maja aata tha. Aise hi ek din lunch time mai mami nahanee ke baad taiyar hui. Unhone green color kisadi pahni, baal khule hue jinse halki halki pani ki bunde tapak rahi thi, blouse jo samany hi tha, lekin unke health achhi hone ki wajah se or bhi char chand laga raha tha.

Unka gora or chikana pet dekhkar mere man mai halchal mach gayi thi. Main bhi nahakar aaya or mami ke kamre mai hi dressing table ke samne taiyar ho raha tha, us samay mami kitchen mai thi. Main taiyar hote samay akela rahna pasand karta hun ye baat mami janti hai, lekin usi samay wo room mai aa gayi or mujhe apni beauty product ki kit mai se cream or koi bhi saman jo mujhe chahiye ho, wo offer liya. Maine kaha mami mai to sanwala hun mujh par in beauty products ka koi asar nahi hota ye to aap jaise gore or sundar logo ke liye achhe hai. tabhi wo boli tum kaha se bure ho, gora rang hi sab kuch nahi hota, vyavhar ka bhi asar hota hai or tumhara vyavhar kafi achha hai, maine unhe muskurate hue thanks kaha to unhone kaha tum taiyar ho jao phir hum sath mai lunch karenge.

Phir lunch karte samay wo mere samne bed par baithi thi unki gadi lipstic blouse ke andar boobs or chikana pet dekhkar meri bhukh to waise hi khatm ho gayi thi, mera to dil kar raha tha ki inhe hi kha jau. Phir mujhe thik se khana na khate dekh unhone puchha kya baat hai khana kyo nahi kha rahe ho? To maine kaha man nahi hai.

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Phir unhone mujhse kafi baar puchha, lekin main unhe kya bata sakta tha. Phir thodi der ke baad unhone mujhe apne hath se khana khilana shuru kiya. Unke mulayam hatho se khana khane mai achha lag raha tha. Kai baar to maine unki ungaliyon ki bhi hoth ke bich maid aba liya or wo muskurati hui kahti ki aasshhhhh badmash khana khao, meri ungaliyan mat khao.

Main : mujhe khana to khana nahi hai main to bus ungaliyon ki wajah se hi main itna khana khane ki ichha jata raha hun.

Mami : achha ji to khana khane mai nahi meri ungaliyon mai ruche hai?

Main : mujhe to aapki har baat mai ruche hai. aap mujhe bahut achhi lagti ho, main aapko to kha sakta hun, lekin khana nahi kha sakta.

Mama : ohh ho to ye baat hai. itni nhimmat hai, lagta hai ki ab to tumhari shadi karwani hi padegi.

Main : main to kab se kah raha hun, lekin aap hi baat aage nahi badhati ho to is par mami muskurai or khana khatm kiya. Mujhe pani pina tha to maine mami ke balo se tapakte pani ko dekha jo ki unke blouse ke upar gir raha tha. Maine kaha pani dena to wo glasss dene lagi maine blouse ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha ki glass se nahi waha se pina hai.

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This June she had come over to stay with us for her holidays. She had some friends in Pune also. It was Saturday, and my parents had gone out of the city for a weekend at their friend’s place. Payal told me that she had called her friend home .

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I told her that I am also planning to go to my friend’s place and return late evening. I left home at about 9 o clock in the morning. But due to a personal problem, my friend had to go out in the afternoon and so I returned home early. When I came back, I opened the door with a duplicate key.

When I entered the house I heard some funny, hot and different voices. So I slowly entered the tv room and was shocked to see the sight. My cousin Payal and her friend Sunita were watching an xxx movie. A hardcore scene was going on at the time of my entry. I waited for awhile and saw the movie.

After 10 minutes I made a light noise. Payal was shocked to see me. Sunita was really terrified and did not know what to do. They closed the tv. But I told them that I had seen what they were watching.They begged me not to tell about it to my parents or her parents. Sunita was told to leave. She said sorry and left.

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Payal was still begging not to tell about the scene. This was the time. I told her that she has to pay the price to keep my mouth shut. she was ready and asked what I wanted. I told her that I wanted to see her bare breast and…………. She was feeling uneasy but she accepted it.Now the real thing started. We both started seeing the movie. At that time she was wearing a Black skirt and Gray colored top.

While watching the movie I Got a real hard cock. I told Payal that its high time and I cannot resist. We moved to our bedroom. I hold her close and starting kissing her. Slowly she also got hot and started kissing me wildly. I removed her top and skirt. Beneath were a white bra and white panty.

I removed the bra and wow what a sight !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two balls (size 38)I started sucking her nipples like a hungry child sucking mothers breast. She was just saying “oh ah ouch please slowly “I kept on sucking for 10 to 12 minutes. Then I removed my pants and we got into 69 positions.

I was sucking her cunt and she was sucking my dick. Within some minutes she got at least two to three organisms. Her smell made me wilder. Then I told her that now I am going to fuck her in her ass. She said no, but I forced her. I applied some ointment on my dick and then started pumping her ass. She was moaning with pain. It took a lot of time to loosen her hard ass. But at last, I succeeded and a big shot and her ass were full of my juice. We rested for some time. After some time I again had a hard one.

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Now this time it was her pussy. Her Pinkish shaven cunt .” It was like five-star food for a bigger!!!!” I slowly entered my dick in her cunt. She lost her virginity. She cried ” Please slowly Oh no, oh, please…. ” Slowly and steadily she calmed down and I got a rhythm .

Now she was feeling great. Payal stopped moaning and said ” Cum On fuck hard. Faster you behenchod”.

I was shocked to hear the words, but I liked them as they were nothing in front of that fuck. I kept on fucking her for a half hour and then a big load of juice came out. I removed my dick from her vagina and inserted it into her mouth. She drank most of my cum,. She said “great taste !!!!”.

By now we both were tired .

We both slept naked for next hour or so and then again started the same game of “hard sex” It was a real great day for me. I fucked her four to five times that day. From that day we have met a couple of times, and each time I have fucked Payal.

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She gives me total satisfaction !!!

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Rohit has one brother who 18 years old other than that is the parents and I stayed and take care of my father -in-law after he was discharge and came home. Once Uncle Gulshan came back home I use to take care of him since my mother in law is also weak and old Uncle Gulshan is 65 years old and Aunty is about 55 years old. I take care of him and there was once Aunty wanted to go to one of the relative house for some reason and she took the second son along and at this only the maids are around other the me and Uncle Gulshan and even the maids will go back to their maid house once night.

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Before go to sleep I heard my uncle was mumbling Aunty’s name so I went to the room and ask him what he want and he said he wants water so I took a glass of water and gave it to him and since he was sick after he drinks it he vomited the water onto my nighty he can clearly see I am not wearing any bra and I myself just remembered that I am not wearing any . The water begin to slip into my dress and drip on my tender breast reaching its pinks untouched nipples.

I told Uncle I will be back in a while and I ran to my room and change the dress immediately to a T-Shirt and I wore my bra this time. I came back to my uncle’s room and I try to help him to clean the vomit just now by wiping it in a towel and ask him to take off his clothes and I went and take another cotton T-shirt for him.

He said he don’t want to wear the T-shirt and he wants me to massage him since he is having some body ache and I said “ok” and I took the baby oil and ask him to lie down properly and put the oil on his chest and started to massage him for a while and I feel nothing until he asked me to massage his tummy an thighs then I feel a bit shy but then again. He begin to fell ticklish when I touch his navel and he said ” Rita massage my thigh and legs now”. I begin to lift his dhoti up to his inner thighs and begin to pour the baby oil and begin to massage starting from his legs up to thigh. ” Ohh you are good my dear rita gal” said uncle and I took it as a compliment.

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After a while I realize that something is bulging out from his crotch but I pretend as though I didn’t notice then I realize that uncle did not wear any underwear and I can see his ‘rod’ bulging out slowly.I begin to feel uneasy and stop the massage and I said I will continue later uncle I wanna go to sleep. Then he said don’t stop please continue to his inner thigh. I got a shock and I said ” Uncle ! what you want actually”Then he said he feels a bit lonely and can I accompany him since he said he knows that I am lonely since marriage because my hubby is not here. Then I raise my voice to him ” Uncle !I am your daughter in law ….do you what you are talking about?”.

Then he said I am you uncle what you want to worry it will be our secret. “I am just asking you to massage me not anything else what?” he said. Then I think for a moment and I know I said “Fine what you want now?”Then he take off his dhoti and now I can see his ‘pole’ standing its so thick and long around 7″ and at least 2 ” thick with surrounded by curly pubic hair which is rough and black in color and he asked me to massage that. With hesitation I pour the baby oil onto the rod and the oil begin to slip to his balls and started to touch the ‘head ‘slowly and he begin to moan by now the ‘rod’ is already solid hard and long .

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Practically I am giving him a handjob and suddenly he started to tremble and said ” Arrghhhh …please don’t stop …..arrgghhhh aarrgghhhhh….rita please don’t stop girl ” and knew he is going to come I said I wanna stop and he hold my head and slot in his 7 ” long ‘pole’ into my mouth and asked me to kissed and suck it I refused and just in few seconds he cummed all around my face.He said thanks and how I feel and apologize if he was rough just now.I said i wanna wash my face and I left to the washroom. After that I felt like I am a bit wet ! I feel like it when he cummed on my face and I told him that when I went back to him after washing my face. He asked ” You wanna me to make me to lick you until you cummed” I just kept quiet. Then I said I feel one kind but I feel like want to cum and I shy away with a smile.

Then my uncle said “gal why don’t you let me satisfy you…come on now don’t be shy take off your cloths?” I first a bit hesitated then uncle said ” come on gal its not fair just you have seen me naked why don’t you revealed your untouched hidden beauty to me ….do you know that you are such a beautiful gal?” The I begin to take off my T-shirt and uncle got a shocked looking at my 36B size tender milk jug covered with black bra and light body hair. He said ” Wow such a nice breast you have there my gal ….why don’t you take off and show me the rest of your treasure and I begin to take off my bra and there it is my tender breast untouched and unseen by anyone since I reach my puberty is now be the feast for the 65 years old old man enjoying the milky color “milk mountains” with hard erected pink nipples.

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Then I took off my tight pants that I was wearing and my ‘ honey ville ‘ is only covered with a single piece of white panty and even that he asked me to take off and now my 23 year old body is naked in front of an old man who 65 years old and he is my father for my hubby. His eyes are enjoying my body like a hungry fox looking at its prey. My body feel so sensitive and he begin to touch my soft skinned breast with his rough and thick skinned hand ” OOOhhhhhhhh….hhhmmmmmm” I begun to moan a bit.

He savagely suck my tender nipples like a hungry horse and another hand rubbing my the other breast savagely. I can see his thick and rough edge tongue licking, winding and his lips which is thick and rough surface is nibling my nipple like a small kid trying to hold something in his mouth. I started to tremble a bit and moan a little.He asked me to lay down beside him and I did then he started to run his hands all over my body like worms.I begin to shiver and some kind of heat started at my stomach and I moan ” OOhhhh uncle I like it ” then he ask me to lay down beside him which I did and he started to run his hands all over my body like worms crawling on top of me.

His hands started to grope my breast and squeezed them and sometimes pinch my pink nipples and I will groan each time he does that and he even bite passionately my breast and nipples on both side. I moan ” Ouuch uncle …..please don’t …..stop” Then he begin to explore my ‘honey ville’ with his thick and rough haired fingers. I pleaded him when he begin to play and pinch my virgin clit with roughnesss of his lust. He begin to enter me with his fingers ….. I pleaded him with my scream but he is not bothered and suddenly..”aarrrgghhhhh.. hhhhhhhhhmmm… mmmmmmmmmmmmooouuuuuucchh hhhhhhhh…… aarrgggggggggghhh… hhhhhhhhhhhhhyyees ssss……….oooohhhhh…..aahhhhhhhhhhhhh”…

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A huge amount of cum rush out of my ‘honey ville’ I feel so wet down under.”How do you feel my gal ” asked uncle. I shied away and answered “I am shy to say but it is something that I have never had before” He asked “You want more of that gal?” I said “yeah” then he asked me to spread my legs a bit and then he started to crawl on top of my soft body. First he went to my ‘honey ville’ and smell it and then he said ” You have such a beatiful cunt my gal”.

Then he started to slit his tongue into my clit and cunt and started suck and nibble my clit I feel like an eel winding and torturing my tenderness of the clit and sometimes he bite my clit and suck violently my juices out from the womb and make me so wet and more juices to rush down of my womb out to the cunt. He begin to position himself in between my crotch my heart started to pound faster and I said that I scared and he said not to worry about anything he will be gentle then begin begin to slowly play with his head at the ‘door’ of my ‘honey ville’ then suddenly a thrust which made me feel like teared me apart I screamed “arrrrgggghhhhhh…. nnnoooo… ppllease….nooo…. stop…. i cant take …it ……hhhmmmmmm….stop….it…….arrrgghhhhhhh. …” I screamed and cried and then I feel some pleasure in the pain as well and I begin to moan “AAArrgghhhh….hhhmmmm…. yes……dont…stop… … please don’t stop uncle ……….i think i am going to cum…….” I asid to uncle then I can feel he started to ‘ploughed’ me harder and faster and he moan to and i moan with him and both of screamed at each other and cummed ….he cummed inside me and I can feel the heat of the sperms burst into my womb and my cunt release the juice so much so that I am so wet that I made the bed sheet wet.

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We smiled and cuddle each other after that and we went few round that night and every other time we have chance.

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“Say something dirty to me,” Mona whispered, looking up at him. “I love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby.”

“How dirty, Mother?” Manjeet asked, grinning wickedly.

“As dirty as you want,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “Say all kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and ass and … oh, everything!”

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Manjeet squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face hard at his cock and balls. Mona loved the heat of his cock along her cheek, his balls on her shoulder and neck. She ran her hands up and down the cheeks of his ass, waiting for her son to talk dirty to her.

Manjeet started off shy, nervous to speak that way in front of his mother. “Do you like cock, Mother?” he asked softly. “Do you love a hard cock?”

“Oh, yes!” she purred.

“Do you love to feel a hard cock inside your cunt?”

“Yes, yes!”

Manjeet was encouraged now, and his voice became stronger. “Does my cock fuck way up in your pussy, Mother? Does my hard cock make your wet cunt feel good?”

“More, baby! Please, talk to me!”

“I sure like to put my cock in your hot cunt, Mother. I like to stick my hard prick up your pussy and fuck it. I love to suck on your titties and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your mouth and feel you sucking on it.”

“Ohhhh, Manjeet!” Mona mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass, trailing her fingers up and down the crack.

Manjeet was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth. “I wanna put my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it between your titties so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your ass and play with your wet cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I wanna stick my fingers in your cunt and up your ass! I’d love to fuck your ass and then watch you lick the shit off my cock. I’d love to watch you take my cock in your mouth and suck it, Mother! I’d love to see your tongue licking my balls and my legs and my cock!”

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Mona looked upward with glassy eyes. “You want to watch me?” she asked in a small voice.

Manjeet nodded.

“Oh, shit, baby!” Mona murmured. “That’s wonderful! I have a mirror in my bedroom. I want you to watch me suck your cock and lick your balls and kiss your ass! I want to feel lewd and dirty and delicious!” She dragged a fingertip along the crack of his ass. “You have a hot little ass, you know that, baby? Your ass feels hot.”

She wormed her finger into the crack of her son’s ass. Manjeet moaned with unexpected pleasure. Mona’s eyes sparkled hotly up at him as she rubbed about his puckered asshole, feeling his cock growing along her cheek. Dipping her fingers between his thighs from behind, she tickled his precious balls for a moment, then drew her finger back to his asshole. She rubbed, pressuring slightly, watching his face for reaction. What she saw was a young face screwing up with pleasure.

“Do you like it when I touch your asshole?” she whispered, rubbing at the ass ring.

“It feels strange, Mother, but … yes, I like it!”

His cock was growing against her cheek, and while she probed at his tight asshole with her finger, she twisted her head, sliding her parted lips along the shaft of her son’s cock. Manjeet stared down at her, his eyes glazed. Mona felt the searing heat of his cock along her lips, and she pushed the tip of her tongue forward, licking.

“Manjeet, tell me to suck your cock,” she purred softly. “Tell mother to suck you!”

“Suck me, Mother!” he responded immediately. “Suck my cock! Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!”

“Mmmmm, you want a nice, hot, wet blow job, baby?”

“Yes, Mother! Give me a blow job!”

“I thought you wanted to watch me suck your cock?” she teased.

“I can watch right here, Mother,” he said urgently. “I can see your face right here.”

But Mona drew back, sliding her tongue up his cock and flicking about his piss hole for a quick instant. Standing up, she smashed her tits together between her arms, both her hands at the crotch of her tight shorts. Manjeet gazed at his mother, looking deliciously sweet with his pants at his knees. His cock was standing out, stiff and throbbing.

“You want to fuck my face, do you?” she whispered softly.

“Yes, Mother!” Manjeet groaned, grabbing his throbbing cock with a tight fist. “I wanna fuck your face! I wanna fuck your mouth!”

“But, Manjeet, I have a nice hot cunt,” she teased. “Why don’t you want to fuck mother’s cunt?”

“I already have fucked your cunt, Mother!” he choked. “I wanna fuck your mouth now!”

“You want to do everything to me, don’t you?” Mona asked. “You want to fuck my mouth and my cunt. I bet you’d want to fuck me in the ass, too, right?”

Manjeet nodded his head, his cock so swollen he would fuck anything at that moment. “I said I would, Mother.”

Mona twisted her hips suggestively, rubbing her fingers at the tight crotch of her shorts, her tits arching out with rigid nipples. She felt slight wetness seeping through her shorts.

“Baby, put your face close to mother’s cunt,” she whispered.

Eagerly, Manjeet went to his knees. Sliding his hands to his mother’s smooth thighs, he pushed his faced close to her crotch.

“Can you feel how hot mother’s cunt is?” she asked hoarsely. “Can you feel the heat coming from mother’s cunt, Manjeet?”

He nodded his head, his face a few inches from her crotch. Mona parted her legs and shoved her crotch toward him. Manjeet didn’t draw away, and when his mother shoved her shorts into his face, he moaned softly and
grasped the cheeks of her tightly clad ass.

“Can you feel the heat better now?” she mewled. “Can you feel me getting wet in my cunt?”

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Bobby moaned with his mouth pressing at his mother’s tight shorts, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the heat, feel the wetness seeping through the cloth. He could feel the insides of his mother’s exciting thighs against his face, and his cock jerked up
powerfully, almost slapping against his stomach.

“Kiss my cunt!” Mona cried softly. “Kiss mother’s cunt right through those fucking shorts!”

Manjeet opened his mouth and tried to suck his mother’s shorts in, but they were too tight. He sucked, running his tongue along the seam. The taste he got wasn’t much, but was enough to excite him. He squeezed at his mother’s ass, pulling her cunt tightly into his face. Mona held the back of her son’s head, gazing down with glazed eyes, hissing softly as she rubbed her inner thighs about his face. Manjeet’s cheeks were smooth, not rough and scratchy like a man’s face. A man’s face, even if most had just shaved, scratched her thighs terribly sometimes.

Manjeet’s smooth face was almost like a girl’s, and felt so much better.

“You can’t get a good taste of mother’s cunt, can you?” she whispered.

“Would you like for me to take my shorts off? If I took my shorts off, let you see my cunt, would you lick it, baby?”

Manjeet, his head turned upward, his open mouth pressing at the seam of her shorts, looked with sparkling eyes into his mother’s face, noddinghis head and moaning. Mona purred softly and pulled his face as tightly as she could into her crotch.

“Ohhhh, you really will lick mother’s cunt, darling?” she gurgled. “I just love to have my cunt licked! I love to feel a tongue licking at my wet pussy, stabbing into it, sucking at my clitoris! Would you be mother’s sweet, darling cunt-sucker, baby?”

Manjeet’s eyes fogged over as he nodded his head, his hands clinging to his mother’s bunching ass tightly.

“Ooooh, baby!” she cried with excitement. “You be mother’s cunt-sucker and I’ll be your cocksucker, okay?”

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Bobby groaned and Mona pulled her crotch from his face. Manjeet sat on his heels, gazing between her thighs. He saw dark hairs swirling from the crotch, and his cock jerked up and down as he grabbed his once-more-loaded balls with a small hand.

Mona stepped back, her feet widened on the floor, both her hands framing her crotch. “Want to see something exciting, darling?” she asked in a thick voice. “Want to see mother do something exciting?”

Manjeet nodded quickly.

“If I let you see me, will you promise to lick my pussy?”

Again he nodded, vigorously, eager and anxious to do anything his mother wanted. His cock was throbbing and his balls were hot and full again.

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I had been fucked by my husband’s father. I didn’t know how I would face Adeel tonight. What would I tell him? Could I tell him what his father did to me? I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees. Tears began to streak down my eyes. Water from the shower continued drenching my shivering body. I knew that I could not tell Adeel of what had happened with me. I should have told him on the first occasion itself; I cursed myself.

Now he wouldn’t take the news easily. Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father. No… I wouldn’t tell him. I don’t know how long I stayed there. Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes. I washed my cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out. Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection. In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door. “You shouldn’t have left,” He smiled lecherously. “I still need you.” Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously. “Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “he’s still hungry.”

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“No… Not again.” I mumbled. “Please get out.” He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me. He grabbed my soaked body in his arms and dragged me to my bed. “No… No…” I resisted. He pushed me on the bed. “I’ll tell Adeel.” I said meekly. “No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid cock. “You tell Adeel… and I’ll throw you out.” I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge. “You’ll like it Nilu… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft. “I’ll make you very happy.”

“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him. “No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Adeel will never know about it… I promise you.” I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. Father-in-law began rubbing my pussy. His index finger touched my clit, and he brushed it coarsely. I squeezed my thighs. He played with my wet hairy clit, slowly running his fingers up and down. I didn’t want to admit it, but his rough finger felt good over my love bud. His antics slowly tickled some unknown nerves, and my body began to respond to his touch. I could feel a mild wave of pleasure radiating through my loins.

All of a sudden, my cunt lips jerked involuntarily. “You like it Nilu…” Father-in-law whispered his voice hoarse with lust. “I know you like it.” I was sure that his poking fingers must have sensed the twitching in my pussy. My face turned red. I closed my eyes with shame. “Spread your legs.” He said suddenly. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He put his hand over my thigh and pushed. As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet pussy. He lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips. He kept on playing with my clit. With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging cock.

His fingers massaged around my cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure. The copious secretion from my cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole. I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit. I realized if he kept rubbing my cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming. I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.

‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream. I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm. I squeezed my cunt around his finger tightly and went into total spasm. My cunt throbbed and throbbed around his finger, and it inundated his probing digit with a fresh release of my juice. Father-in-law groaned happily. Immediately, he withdrew his finger and moved to between my legs. He positioned himself and grabbed his cock in his fist. I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated cock-head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip. Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body. I wanted to push him off and run away from my room, but my body refused. It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.

His cock nudged between my cunt lips. Father-in-law slowly pushed his cock into me. “No…” I cried; but my cunt readily accepted the intruding organ. I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his cock moved inside my slippery canal. His cock was completely buried in me with one smooth push. I moaned softly as his balls slapped against my ass. He smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes. “You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me with long strokes. I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic cock in and out of my pussy. Within a span of thirty minutes, I was getting fucked for the second time by my father-in-law. My own response was completely different from the first time. My cunt was responding very eagerly. It lapped his every stroke, sucking his cock into its ravenous depth.

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“Nilu…” He spoke hoarsely. “Yes…”

“You like my cock inside your cunt… don’t you.”

“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet. He was my rapist. I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it. However, my own body refused to accept my logic– it reeled and bucked with pleasure. He groaned. Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking harder. In and out, in and out… his massive cock bore into my pussy, making it beg for more. With every stroke, he pushed deeper and deeper; his balls slapped noisily against my ass. I didn’t realize when I started moaning. Father-in-law pumped harder and harder. My pussy clutched tightly around his shaft. He was panting with the effort.

I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again. Moments later, he reached his climax. He rammed his cock inside for the final time. His spitting cock pumped hot cum deep into my pussy. It drove me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture. He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me. His cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked pussy. I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful moment. When I opened my eyes, father-in-law was sitting on the edge of my bed. His hands were on my naked thighs. He was gently stroking them. He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t say anything to Adeel.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear. “I’ll make you very happy.”

I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak. He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room. He didn’t even close the door behind him. I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower. I didn’t feel any hurry. I just lay there, feeling his hot cum oozing out of my pussy, dribbling down to my ass and then to the bed underneath. I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Adeel. I had enjoyed my second fuck with my father-in-law. My cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night. Adeel arrived early that evening.

I served dinner to them– Adeel, his father and the kids. Father-in-law was very talkative. He joked with the kids and discussed business with Adeel. He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day. During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen. I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father. I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his father and me during the day. The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom. Adeel was awake–waiting for me. I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.

I lay with my back toward him. I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms. “No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him. He didn’t seem to listen. His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me. I had no courage to stop him. I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.

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As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.

When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Manjeet had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Mona had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn’t the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Even her ex-husband, Manjeet’s father, had not come that much, nor had he kept a hard-on.

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Mona prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could drain a man’s balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that wasn’t the case with her son, obviously.

Mona was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn’t think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at
singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Mona didn’t want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.

She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.

If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hot ass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.

Mona was tired of the whole bundle of shit.

She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Mona. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Mona would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Mona would give as much as she received.

Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits, her hairy cunt and curvy ass. The body was beautiful to her, something to enjoy.

Mona was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with a becoming dimple of a belly button.

Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped about a man’s hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was there.

She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her reflection. Manjeet had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a shame she didn’t have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.

Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to Mona; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.

Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through them.

She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself, realized it no longer mattered.

Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she peeked into her son’s room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.

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Manjeet was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Mona paused near the door. He gazed at his mother’s naked tits, then looked into her eyes.

“Well, baby, are you ashamed?” she asked.

Manjeet shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.

Mona leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. “I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn’t I?” Mona asked. “I couldn’t help it, Manjeet. Sometimes it gets that way.”

“It’s okay, Mother,” he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice.

“What I said … those words,” she asked in a soft voice, “did they … excite you?”

“Yeah, Mother!” he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.

She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward him. Manjeet caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.

Standing near him, Mona leaned down slightly, and cupped her son’s crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently.

“Mmmmm, nice, honey,” she whispered softly. “Very, very nice.”

Manjeet parted his legs, arching his hips up.

“Ahhhh, you like this, huh?” She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and balls again.

Manjeet started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.

“Touch them if you want, baby,” she urged throatily.

To show her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling his cock starting to swell “You can play with mother’s titties, Manjeet. You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!”

Manjeet closed his hands about his mother’s tits, feeling the firmness. He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.

“Twist my nipples,” Mona hissed. “Twist them and pull them. You won’t hurt them, baby.”

As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Mona mewled softly, pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm along his cock.

“Let’s take it out again, okay, darling?”

“Oh, yes, Mother!” he replied, cupping her tits tightly.

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Mona wasn’t really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way at home, privately, with only her son watching. She had a natural sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more like fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits, invited the eye and, perhaps, a hand.

As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes, too, were glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked ready to pop from her blouse, the creamy valley between showing. A light shrug, and a nipple just might escape, which was what Manjeet hoped for.

Mona’s blouse was open almost to her waist, and it was obvious she was naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-looking, jiggled slightly in movement. Her hips, encased in a pair of white, very tight shorts, writhed and made grinding motions. The crotch was very tight, pulled into the slit of her cunt, molding the pussy lips, bulging slightly. When she twirled her ass in his direction, Manjeet watched those compact ass cheeks, seeing the lower half, the white flesh contrasting deliciously with the tan of her thighs. Mona’s ass was quite shapely, too, with the ass cheeks swelling in mouth-watering sweetness.

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This wasn’t the first time she had danced before her son with such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times. She loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants, knowing he wanted to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her young son on, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her cunt, excited Mona tremendously. She loved to turn people on with her body, yet she was by no means a prick-teaser.

With eyes gazing steadily and significantly upon her son’s bulging cock, Mona faced Manjeet, her hips revolving slowly. She licked at her full lips, running her hands up and down her hips. Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment. A slight squeeze of her fingers made her nipples become more pronounced. Manjeet gasped softly as he stared at them. He sat on the couch making no effort to conceal his obvious hard-on. He was slumped forward slightly, his knees open, hands resting on the cushions at his hips.

Squeezing her tits was something else Mona had done before with her son watching. What she did next, however, was different. With her eyes glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Mona for the first time caressed her hands down along her lower stomach. She slowly moved her fingers about the bulge of her cunt, her hips revolving in slow motion. The gasp from her son encouraged Mona.

“You really love to watch me, don’t you, honey?” she asked in a low, whispery voice.

Manjeet nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother’s hands.

Mona slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed along her cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or three more times.
She couldn’t rub much more because she might come. Dancing for her son this way not only made his young cock stand up, but sent a fire through
her cunt. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her cunt, she stared hungrily at the visible throb of her son’s cock. Despite his pants, she could see the roundness of the prick head, the length of the cock shaft. The wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on her thigh.

“Oh, God!” she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her hips forward. “Oh, my God!”

Manjeet’s eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her crotch. This made Manjeet want to grab his mother, grab her by her cunt. His right
hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and started for his cock. Despite the many times his mother had danced for him, she had never touched herself this way, not on her pussy.

Mona gasped again, finding her cunt very, very sensitive. The sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than ever before. She was sure she would come if she placed just a bit of pressure upon her knotted clitoris. She watched her son’s hand come close to his bulging cock, then stop. She knew what he felt. She knew because she felt the same thing–desire, desperate desire, desire that was demanding satisfaction.

“Grab it, baby!” she hissed, the words coming out before she could choke them back. “Grab it now!”

Manjeet wasn’t sure what his mother wanted him to grab. She was still running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch. Her eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily, his hand shaking on his lap, the tips of his fingers almost touching the shaft of his prick.

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Mona swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger into the crotch of her shorts. Manjeet, seeing this, slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.

“That’s it, baby!” Mona moaned softly. “Grab it tight!”

His fingers pressed and squeezed.

Mona’s body trembled, and, with a soft cry, she jerked her hands from her crotch and to her tits. She cupped them both, squeezing as her eyes smoldered, watching his hand pressing at his cock. With a sudden motion, she yanked her blouse open, her tits spilling out nakedly.

Manjeet grunted, making a choking sound.

Mona’s tits were spaced wide, rounded and firm, with dark-pink nipples straining out in teasing stiffness. The blouse hung half off her shoulders, and Mona shrugged, setting up a delicious motion in her tits.

Manjeet squeezed his cock hard.

“Oh, Manjeet, Manjeet!” Mona whimpered. She swayed close to him, her knees touching his. She stared down at his hand holding his cock. “Squeeze
it, baby! Squeeze it!”

Mona leaned over, her hands braced on the back of the couch, her head dipped to watch his hand. Then, deliberately, she shoved her tits into her son’s face.

“Ohhhh, baby!” she moaned.

Manjeet felt the heat of his mother’s tits closing about his face, felt the creamy texture of the flesh. His cock seemed to swell more than ever before, the head of his prick ready to burst. Mona shifted her shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed across her son’s chin. She held her breath as she pushed the nipple to his lips.

“Suck it!” she hissed throatily.

Manjeet reacted immediately. He drew his mother’s nipple between his lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls.

“Ohhhh, God, baby!” Mona sobbed softly, her tit swelling inside his mouth. “Suck it hard, Manjeet! Oooooh,, suck it very hard!”

Manjeet pulled as much of his mother’s tit into his mouth as he could, hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple of delight down her body, causing her cunt to suck inward tightly. Manjeet squeezed his cock very hard, hoping he wouldn’t shoot off inside his pants, but unable to relax his grip.

Mona slipped her tit from his mouth, and rubbed both tits back and forth in his face. Manjeet shoved his tongue out, tasting first one nipple, then the other. Mona squealed in soft sounds, her eyes smoldering and slightly unfocused with fiery passion.

She had not intended on doing this with her son, but something had happened as she danced. Her hands had moved and touched herself of their own accord, without directions from her. Now, she had her tits in his face, and she didn’t want to pull away. The grunts of her son told her he was having problems, and she didn’t want him coming off in his pants, either. But neither did she want him to run away and beat off, the way he usually did after she danced for him. She knew Manjeet jerked off because she had listened outside the door of the bathroom.

Fighting her feverish desire, Mona pulled her tits from him and stood up, her knees against his. Manjeet looked at his mother with longing, with stark, unabashed desire. He still held his cock, but she could see the swollen prick head outlined by his pants.

“Oh, baby!” she hissed, dropping to her knees before him.

With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again.

“You’re really hard this time, aren’t you?”

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Manjeet could only grunt a reply. They had never made a comment about his hard-on before. But Mona couldn’t resist now, couldn’t control the gnawing greed between her long legs.

Panting hotly, Mona shoved her son’s hand off his cock. For a long moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then, with a soft cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers feverish and shaking. Manjeet shivered as he saw what his mother was doing, but there was no way he could pull back, try to stop her. Like her, he was frozen with desire.

Opening his pants, Mona pulled the fly as wide as she could. With her finger hooking into his jockey shorts, she yanked them to one side, and Manjeet’s cock burst of out his pants.

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It was the summer of 1993 and I was in tenth class. the vacation had already started. I was desperate to move out. We discussed many places to visit and I had options between Shimla , Chandigarh and Dehradun but I could not decide. Finally, my parents decided to send me to Faridabaad where my masar was posted as a health officer. He was actually posted some 30kms away from Faridabad but he had rented a house there. Their accommodation was large enough for all of us. My masi had two kids. Vijay, my cousin, was quite younger to me and my masi also had a daughter who was not very attractive. My masar would go to his office at 9 and came back after 5 in the evening.

My cousins went to a reputed school there. Most of the day, my masi was alone at home and she did household chores. Initially , I was hesitant to be near my masi but gradually I got talking to her. She was always laughing and chirruping and she exuded heavenly aroma around her. It was like even if she farted , her fart too would be scented. She was 38 years old and she had a nicely shaped marble body. I was bathed in complete lust for my masi and my cousin when I reached their house.

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When I rang the bell in the evening, I was welcomed by my masi , masar and my cousins. I touched my masi’s white nimble feet and she blessed me. Little did I know of the blessings which this queen mother had for me. They took my luggage to the room where my cousins slept. They slept on the double-bed and they kept my luggage on the extra divan. My masi and masar fornicated in the other room. As it was already evening, all of them had changed their clothes. As it was summers, all of them had changed into light clothes. My masar and vijay were wearing bermudas while my masi was dressed in a nightie. It was the first time that I had seen a nightie for real.

So far , I had only seen the nightie in movies. My masi was looking adorable in that if not voluptuous. I also noticed that she had done away with bra as I could feel the slight bounce of her chuchies. I was caught in this sexual introspection when my masi told me to change too and she would get the tea ready for us. I took lukewarm water in a saucer and washed my feet with it. I dressed in my night suit and moved to the drawing room , which was in fact a makeshift dining room too and there were a couple of chairs with a table right outside the bathroom.We had tea which was shortly followed with a dinner and then we took each other’s leave to our rooms. As I was tired , I fell asleep shortly.

In the morning, when I got up, the fan was whizzing in full speed and as I was adjusting the pillow behind my back, another wonderful sight greeted my eye. My cousin sister, teetu, was sleeping with her legs folded to a side. She was also wearing a nightie but her small nightie had been flown away by the fan and she lay in such a posture that her panty could be seen while her nightie flew with the air from the fan making a kind of tent from her legs to her navel. My cock throbbed and early in the morning lust gripped my soul. Her beautiful teenage legs with slight sprinkling of hair here and there and her brownish black panty could be seen. I was ravishing this Godsend striptease while I heard footsteps behind me , as I tucked in the bed sheet ,and my masar walked into the room. The first thing which he did was to cover teetu’s nubile body with a bed sheet. I feigned my sleep and little did he know that I had already had my fill of teenage erotica.

Soon , it was time to go to the school and after everybody left, just me and masi were left as home.
She asked me , ‘ Rinku if you want to take bath , you can go ahead. I have to do my hair too and it will take time. Why don’t you go and take bath first’

Sure, I will do as you like mother.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door from inside. I removed my clothes and I was searching for the peg to hang them, when I saw my mother’s old suit hung on the other peg. I removed them from the peg since I wanted to hang my stuff there. But to my utter joy and pleasant surprise , I found my mother’s used panties. Here there were, red and netted softly with a patch in the center which must have clung to her motherly pussy, and I watched them with the satiated admiration of a secret lover. I watched them with the satisfaction of a panty connoisseur – someone who treasures the art of watching panties and sniffing them to the base of his nostrils. So I did. I removed it from the peg and took it near my nose and inhaled the intoxicating pungent stink of piss that emanated from it which made my cock flag higher. I had already removed my clothes so now I just wrapped the red cotton panty on my rod and started stroking it. I was rock hard in no time and then I again took the panty over my head, wrapped my head in it and sniffed the pussy area and took some bites of it. I had the picture of my masi in front of my eyes writhing in her bed adorning her red fiery panties.

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I pictured myself coming near to her and then tapping lightly on her satin panties, just caressing her groin with my soft hands and then kissing her panty right on her pussy lips. I fantasized about her with a red bed where she stood like a stud well bred, ready to be tamed into submission. I was just thinking about all this when I felt the climax building inside me and I came in buckets. I fired a great load from my penis. After that, I sat down , took my bath and got away from the bathroom.

In a few minutes my masi entered the bathroom. She bolted it from inside and I heard the click of the bolt. I was wiping my hair with the towel . Suddenly an idea flashed across my mind. Why not try and see masi from outside the bathroom ? I rushed outside the door and stayed very calm for any distracting sound might spoil the show. Then , I started peeking from outside. Finally, I found a gap , a very small one, from where one could see some movement. But, it was still not clear and extremely difficult to see any body part or so. I came back crestfallen from the door and then went outside to dry my underclothes.

To my utter delight, I found some panties there too drying on the wire. They were two in number where one was a plain one with pink cotton regular elastics while the other was sky blue and it had white polka dots. Imagining how they would look on my mother, I had a hard on again. I just loved them and sniffed them but they were not smelling of her wonderful piss- my pissy pussy mommy, rather they smelt of detergent perfume now that they were washed properly.

After a long time , my mother came out of the bathroom. She made some lunch and we two had it together and then she slept while I watched some TV. Soon, it was evening and my masar came home . The kids too had come by then and we all had tea. After a while, my masar left the house saying that he will take an hour or two as he was going to see someone at home.

Shortly after he had gone, my mother changed into a nightie. It was a yellow satin nightie which had the prints of flowers all over it. It had a wide neck and it looked oversized with half sleeves. Her feet could be seen from that nightie. It was a one piece clothing from neck to feet and it covered her completely. It was difficult to make out whether she had any bra underneath but she certainly had panties on since it could faintly be made out from the outlines on the soft nightie. She came to the kitchen, put some aata in a wide pan and started to knead the dough. The children were in the other room and the voices coming from the room confirmed that they are studying. I stood at the kitchen door. I was just chatting nonchalantly with my masi. She was asking me family stuff and all. She was sitting on a small wooden table which was nearly half an inch from the ground, and she had this huge pan where she was kneading the dough.

Any Indian can imagine what it is to knead the dough. It takes energy and sometime you have to just bend to exert force. My mother too was bending and as a result her nightie had started to show her cleavage. I was watching this all the time while I talked to her. Suddenly , she looked up and found me staring at her chuchies. I was literally taken aback when I met her eye but then , she smiled. She did not say anything buy she just smiled. Her smile was a very mischievous and lustful one. She was kneading the flour again. Now, she started kneading with more pressure coming full to the other side where I was standing. She came close up and went back again. The nearer she came to the side , the more I saw those twin treasures.

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She came up close so much so that I could see right down her voluptuous mountains where love slipped and incest danced, motherly chuchies they were sweeter than the rarest nectar, milky white skin dancing to and fro in front of my hungry eyes. She showed me more by each passing movement. She then looked up and smiled again. She gyrated once more to knead the dough and I saw right up the areolas of her chuchies. I saw those round globes as she shook them slightly and then , for the third time, she looked up and smiled again and then then whispered,’kal’ in my ear and disappeared into the sink with the huge pan..

What did she mean by ‘kal’- I was baffled. What had happened was very quick for anyone to react. I was an irritable teenager and I had my own ideas of sex and I never thought I would get something from the masi- who I have been relating as mother. The fact is that I love to call her as my mother since I wanted the relationship to be perverted to the very end. Why had my mother displayed her cleavage to me rather benevolently. She had certainly seen me leering at her. She had met my eye when she caught me lasciviously drooling over her chuchies. Why was she not shocked. After all I was her flesh and blood. I was her elder sister’s son. Why did she smile at such an affront.

Any other normal Indian housewife would have been distressed with such an action but she smiled. But , why ? Did she consider it as ‘childlike’ behavior or she was just laughing away at my teenage inquisitiveness. When she had found me admiring her wonderful mammaries, she had even tried to incite me, excite me and provoke me by showing more of her cleavage. Was I imagining that she had tried to show me more of her tits or was she serious in her display. And why had she said the word ‘kal’ . what did she mean by it. What did tomorrow hold in store for me. Did she want to tell me something . Did she want me to rebuke me for my wantonness , but then , she had smiled . But why ? It certainly wasn’t a hint that she wanted to do something funny with me. After all, I was her bhanja and her blood and I was so young. No , that certainly wasn’t the matter. But then what was it all. It was all so topsy turvy that I could not make a head and tail of it. All that came to my mind was those wonderful jugs which had swayed in front of me and had given me a heavenly delight.

Later my masar came and we all had dinner together. After that we went to the bed early. Lights were switched off but my mind was awake and an excitement gripped my soul. It was similar to the feeling one had before taking an exam . it was similar nervousness which was moving all over my body. I could sense that my head had become heavy and my body feverish as my hand moved inside my underwear caressing my manhood. The sight of my masi kneading in the kitchen came back to me and the to and fro movement of her tits put my schlong on fire time and over again. If there was one thing I wanted that was the pussy of my masi mother and I really wanted to fill her badly. I masturbated at least three times that night and by morning I had badly slept and my cock was sore.

I was woken up by the sound of a brush polishing the shoes. I quickly got up from there and went to the toilet. My masar stood there and he was wearing his shoes. He told me that he had to go to neighboring areas for check twice in ten days. He said that he was going today and he will not be back for at least two days. He asked me if I wanted to accompany him but my masi intervened and said that ‘beta’ will stay here and teach the kids. I just smiled . My masar had a quick breakfast and he left for his job. Later, the kids woke up, bathed , got ready , had their breakfast and left to the school.

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It was nearly an hour after the kids had left that masi called me to her room. I went quietly. I had not taken the bath yet and she was also in her nightclothes. When I went to her room , I could see the soiled bed and it made me aware suddenly of the fact that this is the same bed where my masar would have enjoyed this divine beauty at night. To confirm it, there was a hanky peeping from under the bed and I was sure that this must have the semen stains of my masar. My maasi sat on the bed in her nightie and her skin was glowing probably from the lovemaking at night ( I was sure that my masar must have fucked her really well as he would not be home for two days ). Her light yellow nightie shone on her soft supple skin. She had a nice hair cut where her hair were done in a style up to her neck. She didn’t even had the jewelry on her. Her eyes were wonderful and inviting as she beckoned me to sit on the bed. Her lips were small and her cheeks exhibited the fullness of youth. Yellow light coming from the curtains filled the room. My heart was throbbing in my mouth. She smiled carelessly as I saw a part of her neckline visible from the front..

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My mother is a vivacious kind of women and she is pretty popular in the neighborhood, and she could even win if she stood in the local elections. She keeps asking other people casually and she has a very sweet motherly voice of a woman. She even cuts the grass for the cow herself and every other day she could be spotted walking the narrow lanes of Sujanpur with a thatch on her head, while her ass and bra-less 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 usually.

My mother brings water from the nearby hand pump in the morning and my neighbor’s son, who teaches at the local college, is usually there to catch a glimpse of the wonderful milky boobies of my careless mother. I have even overheard him talking about the bra-less wonders of my mother Rani. He knows that since it is morning, my mother will come without bra and her melons could be seen and spotted under her thin homely suit with a vest, at the most, under it. My mother is also a religious lady and she does all kinds of fast. As a housewife, she cleans up the home giving me enough opportunity to look at her motherly twin treasures, and she also likes to keep it spick and span. Since my father cannot afford much, she usually puts on suits which are cheap kinds, and while at home she puts on the old used suits.

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I remember all her suits by heart and I have also seen, smelt and masturbated on her thin vests which had a floral pattern, and bras which revealed to me that my mother’s humongous fun balls are in fact 38DD, and of course her panties which she wears all the time- all her panties are dark and shady in color and they smell like heaven. Everyday, I take bath after my mother so that I can use her wonderfully fragrant panties lying under her clothes in the bathroom. My mother is five and a half feet tall and at the age of fifties, she has a body like a thirty year old and the face of a fairy. I have seen her unintentionally, in practically all states of undress, when she changes clothes at home. Our bathroom is a little away from home, so my mother changes in the living room only. Since we have two rooms, we have given one to a tenant.

That means, my mother changes her clothes in front of me in the same room. There is a small curtain behind which she hides but off and on some part of her body is usually visible. I have seen almost all her parts excluding her rapturous bush which is usually hidden in a panty. She has an extremely gora badan and she looks like a full ripe woman who knows how to give ecstasy in sex. 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, she gets my beautiful mother to fuck at night. Often, I have seen them fucking but they rarely remove all their clothes. Mostly, my mother would be nude only at bottom while my father would only lower his pajamas to his knees. Sometimes, I would get up early in the morning to catch a bottom nude glimpse of my mother as she had sex the previous night and even her panties would be off.

Quite often, I didn’t have much luck as my mother would cover herself in a bed sheet but sometimes it was hot and she let the sheet go revealing full view of her rotund and round ass. I didn’t know when it started and my mother became my sex object.

Rani, as she was called by everyone, was not much educated. She didn’t even read the newspaper. But she had something kinky about her. The very sight of her gave men their hardest erections. She had full proportioned boobs and them so tight and was almost immune to sag even at the age of 52. Once, I saw my vivacious, talkative and voluptuous queen 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 the boobies even more prominent. I was getting hard watching all this when my mother filled the tumbler and got up as I told that at home she wore used and sometimes even a little torn suit. 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 nipples standing upright on those huge sag less melons which were the doors of heaven. I had a sudden rush of blood to hold them in my hands to feel their enormity.

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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 which once fed me, and merge once again with my mother. I wanted to in fact contain her enormity, the limitless motherhood which 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 deer, while she walked past me to the kitchen. She was still so wet in kitchen and I had a real treat as she went down to collect something 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 only other room we used and 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 flabby 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 t v lying beside my mother. I was watching some movie on HBO when a girl 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 me tightly wrapped in a bed cover. My mind immediately raced to suggest my mom to wear nighties. I sort of fearfully asked her,

“maan, ye jo t v par ladki ne pehni hai isko nighty bolte hain aur isko ladies raat ko sone ki liye pehnti hain. Kya tumhe ye achi lagi maan.” I looked at my mother’s breasts making beautiful mounds in that white sheet over her bosom.

“beta, isme se to bada shareer nazar aata hai…isko pehn ke sharm bahut aayegi.”
“are maan . Sharmane ki kya baat hai…yahan aur kaun hai mere siva aur sirf raat hi ko to pehanani hai tumko nighty.” I sort of tried my best tp persuade her. Finally she nodded and I promised to get her some nighties from the city.

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Next day , I left in the morning and went to Delhi where I bought a lot of incest porn besides buying 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. I was always such a panty lover. 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 and I reached home in no time. My erection and my thoughts seemed to melt the time away.

As I reached home, it was morning time. I took bath and went to sleep after taking some food cooked by my mother Rani. When I got up in the afternoon , I found my luggage frisked a bit and I was just thinking about it when my mother , the beautiful queen mother Rani, appeared from the bathroom dressed in the most skimpiest and transparent nighty of all while holding 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. For their walked my mother as a fashion model for lingerie walks.

She had also put on some purple netted bra and satin panties almost see through again, and she was 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 t v for a while.

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This happened as I turned eighteen. I was just out of H.S.C. and so far I had studied in a boarding school. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. His name was Dr. Sharma.

Now let me describe my mother, Pushpa. She is very fair with beautiful lips and eyes. Her boobs are not that big but they are shapely and inviting. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. She used to dress up in full nightie at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. She usually baths at ten when is about to sleep.

We often hugged each other very much. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. She was after all my own mother. What a pervert I’ve been thinking all about her. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Everyday I used to do that. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was getting hornier by the day. One day I even stole her used panties. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. There was even some pussy hair on that pantie. I ate those hair, kissed the pantie, sucked it n masturbated. Then it became a habit. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. This went on for some time. I was eighteen and I was so horny. Then one day something happened.

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As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A.C. it was fixed in mom-dad’s room. My father returned to his job after few days. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. She was dressed in a flowering light pink gown. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.

“Munnu (my nick name)! It is so hot here. You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”

I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…

I went to her room. My stepbrother Vijay and sister Mannu were sleeping in the other room. Mannu was 17 and was real good looking girl. I saw at her in sleep and gasped. Then I reached into mother’s room. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. The room looked so tidy. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck.

My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. The whole atmosphere was electrifying. How could I control, myself. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. She drew me back and said.

“Arrey …I m your mother. What are you doing to me? I am married to your father.”

Oh. Mother! I can’t hold it anymore. I just love you mother. I’m sorry. She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. Then after some silence she said.

“Ok son! Now tell me do you want to marry me. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. Tell me is that what my son wants. Marry his own mother!”

I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! My goddess, I love you so much that I worship you. Marry me for love mother. I need you so much”

Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her boobs. Ah! She had no bra and I felt right up to her nipples. This time there was no objection. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. After a little cusping and kneading she said.

“O my son, my lover! Wait till we are married”

And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. The heat of my mother’s body was too much for me. I woke up only to see my mother and kids gone.

She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She had already brought me a wedding suit to wear. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. She had a lot of ornaments too. She really looked like a goddess. She came close to me and said.

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“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father. Only the blouse is different.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”

We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. My mother smiled as she had one already. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire.

My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. Now I was her husband and she was my wife. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. I felt like the luckiest son in the world.

When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips.

O my mother! My wife.

O my son! My husband. Show me how much you love me.

My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Now we two were alone at home. It was already evening when we reached home. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for.

She asked me to go to my room and wait.

I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Sex was in the air, I knew. As I sat on the bed, my mom entered the room. She had a glass of milk in her hands. She came to me and said,

“From now on I am your wife so call me Pushpa .ok”

Yes my darling Pushpa. I drank half the milk and gave her half. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.

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Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. They were shining pink. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mother moaned with pleasure.

O Rama! O Krishna! My own son is going to make love to me. O god.

While rubbing my hand on one of her boobs and ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her boobs. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

Mummy ….bete ko dudhu do na

Le beta…jitna marzi le na

My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton. She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy. Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs. I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight. My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving. The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. She just squirmed in pleasure. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish .just by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife. I could even make out her pantie line from behind when she used to sleep. I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions. I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.

The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties….mmmm what a delight panties are. As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty. I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine. My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory. I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked. Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. She then bites her lip and said,

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“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. Come my husband take your ravishing bride and start a family with me so that I may mate with you .come my handsome son, show mommy how much you love her”

O mommy I love u so much

Yes my baby. Come my husband. Call me by my name now.

As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. She had little hair on legs and at the back of her arms which added her sex appeal. I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. While my other hand touched the forbidden fruit of my mother and she gasped in my arms.

“O my son, my new husband, my boyfriend, I love you so much. You can do anything as we are married now. Come baby come to your lonely mommy. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. She was still dressed in her jewels but she quickly removed my shirt and below. I was standing in just silk underwear with my cock making a pole in it. My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.

“O son! Your lund is so big. Just the right size for my deep choot. Time has come to insult your mother with your prick. I want some punishment for marrying my own son. Punish me baby!”

“o yes mother! I mean my wife! Pushpa. I love you so much. I wish all the sons do this to their mothers. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. I have waited for this for years. You are me my dream my mother my wife my sushy. My Pushpa”

“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. O my boy…gives it to mommy now. You know how badly I want it. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”

While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. Mother moaned a bit as I thrust it further. I started finger-fucking her vigorously now. While her hand was stroking my cock. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily

“O son! You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.

“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”

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I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. A lot of flab had gathered on my dream hole. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck. Her pussy looked so fresh and pink that I had to look at her face while this wonderful pussy really belongs to my mother. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. In a moment she went stiff and uttered obscenities and went limp in my arms. I knew she was having an orgasm and I bit the clit real hard thrusting 3 fingers inside my mother’s lovely pussy. She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Ah 1 what a taste.

Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.

“O my lovely son! Where did you learn all this? You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. O Rama! This feels so good. Don’t stop mithu. I want you inside now my baby. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”

Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping. A chill up to my spine ran up as soon as I realized that it was my own mother jumping on my cock. My mother had taken the entire cock in her pussy and her breasts jiggled on my face. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now. O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots. I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times. My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. Now she adjusted herself in a way that she was getting maximum penetration. I was hitting her womb. O my god was a dream. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina. It appeared that all I wanted to do was to fuse into her…making her mine, forever. Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. I could feel the nipples on my cheeks, nose and everywhere. This was highly erotic so I quickly sucked on my mothers boobies while slapping her ass and she started shouting obscenities now.

“ harami, madarchod , ….hai…maar meri phudi,…aai haaaaii….chod mujhe…kutte….randi ke beej….phad de meri phudi….haii….aaaa….haaan…haaan….aaaiiii…aur jor se…apni maan ke mumme choos le harami…yahi se dudh peekar bada hua hai tu….choos …mere raja….hai….mere momme ki tip …….mmm”

I greedily sucked on her nipples while she humped me from the top. It was my first sexual experience so I didn’t last long and poured my semen into my mother’s hot cunt. my mother shouted

“o god! What have I done? O son! Mommy is not protected. O my god, my son just made his way onto my womb. He has placed his seed in me”

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Mother started crying and it took a while for her to come to terms with it.

Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. We had to find some way out. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. After the child birth, mother and me married officially in the new city and got registered as husband and wife. It has been 17 years now.

I have two girls with my mother. The elder one just turned eighteen and she just looks like my mother. Well, what happens with her is just another story.

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