Down the Mammary Lane - 1870

   By 1858 the last Mughal emperor was dethroned and the Indian
subcontinent fell into British hands.  The British viceroys became
successors to the Mughal emperors while Queen Victoria of England was
proclaimed "Empress of India".

   My story dates back to the early 1870s when the English sahibs set up
their office in a small village called Brahampuri.  It had a small
population of just over a hundred people and all of them were Brahmins. 
Since the village was full of beautiful girls and fair women, the sahibs
thought this place the best to settle.  It was located on the banks of
river vaksha and had sprawling greenery around it.  The place was also
important tactically besides offering the English type of weather.  The
females in the village were so fair that they challenged the wives of
sahibs for their complexion and were ahead of them as far as the size of
bosom was concerned.  This went on from generation to generation and even
the little girls of that village who just hit their puberty had breasts to
be envious of.  The village was almost cut from the rest of the world and
the sahibs thought that they had found some kind of utopia with so many
females.  Strangely the males in the village were numbered.  At the most
there had been twenty-five males while there were nearly 80 females as
daughters, wives, mothers and sisters.

   People dressed as they pleased and it was no wonder if women roamed
topless or even if women bathed fully nude in open public bathing places.
Nothing was promiscuous in the village.  Even the ancestry had a special
feature.  All the village folk were related to each other.  It was a custom
to marry one's nephew or niece.  It was not considered incest as it was
done to preserve wealth of a family.  On some occasions even real brother
and sister had been married to each other just to conserve wealth.

   I was born in a priest family of Brahmins and my earliest recollections
of my childhood are often of the temple or of religious gatherings.  My
father was a temple priest and he knew many languages and he was
particularly fluent in English.  Many times, we saw him talking to the
sahibs.  He used to invite them at his house for some tea in the evening.

   My mother Amandu Devi was the daughter of the sister of my father.  So
in other sense, my father was sort of grandfather for me and he really
looked much older than mother.  Well, as in those days, early marriage was
quite common and my mother had been married at fifteen to my father, her
uncle at that time, and when my mother was sixteen she bore me.  Two years
later, my sister was born.

   At home, we wore shorts while the ladies carried a cloth over their
breasts too but not regularly.  I had been accustomed to roaming in just a
small piece of cloth tied around my waist.  All the village people were
like that.  As a result, I had seen breasts, nipples and areolas of all
sizes but it didn't cause erection when I was young.

   The village was very neat and clean.  Although there was no electricity
but it was linked to nearest town by a road.  With the coming of the
sahibs, the infrastructure had been increased.  They set an elementary
school for boys and built a medical dispensary.  The most interesting thing
was that English sahibs had constructed a public bath in the center of the
village so they could feast on sexy nude bodies of local females.  As I
grew up, it was quite common in the village to hear of affaires between
sahib's wives and the local men which were really few in number.  But the
sahibs also had their share exploiting the local wives and mothers.  Many a
women were known for pleasing sahibs and sahibs clandestinely enjoyed the
local exquisite beauties.  I even heard that the sahibs had got some women
pregnant and the genes of Englishmen have also been added to the already
buxom gene pool of the village.

   As I told you earlier that my mother was my father's real niece but
since it was the village custom, they had married.  My father had
completely Indian looks whereas my mother was a goddess of beauty combining
both oriental and occidental features.  She was nearly 5 feet 5 inches in
height and she had the complexion of a marble statue.  She was fairer than
milk and her skin was smooth like satin.  She had a sharp and sexy nose
whereas her eyes were big.  Her extremely beautiful breasts had something
artistic about them.  They were perfectly round white heaps of
scintillating flesh brought alive by some divine creation.  Her nipples
were again so shapely and pink on the white round flesh and appeared like
perfect rosy flower buds to be sucked, and her nipple kingdom was
surrounded by small circles of pinkish reddish brown thicker flesh and her
areola was very smooth as if it is not some natural skin.

   She was neither skinny nor fat just the right kind of body which could
turn any wheat eating man on.  My mother so fresh looking that any body
would mistake her for my sister.  She always liked to put vermilion on her
forehead and visited the temple every day.

   As my mother, the honorable Amandu Devi, preferred to stay topless at
home, just like other women of the village, I had ample opportunities to
watch those beautiful jugs closely.  As a child, my mother would often
bathe me and after removing her lungi, she also bathed with me.  One day
when mom was giving me a bath my cock stiffened without a reason.  My mom
was washing me from the back and I was facing away from her.  Mom was
sitting on a "paatalo", (a small bench) on the floor.  I turned around to
show mom that my cock was giving me pain.  When I did, I could see mom's
blouse was all wet and I could see her nipples.  She never wore a sari when
she bathed me.  I told her, "maa, aa soji gayu (mom, its swollen)".  She
looked at it, as it was eye level to her.

   She poured some water on it and rubbed it some, but it didn't go down at
all.  She rubbed it a little and then, she leaned over and sucked it in her
mouth like a straw.  I didn't know what she was doing, but it felt good. 
After a minute or so, she let it go and put some more water on it, and it
went down.  I loved that feeling.

   I must have been eleven years of age till this practice continued.  I
used to be near my mother always.  I was sort of in filial attraction with
my mother which grew by each passing day.

   On the evenings, when sometimes it grew hot in summers, my mother would
put the mat outside on the floor and sleep in her sari draped around her
shapely waist.  Then, sometimes she used to invite me on the mat too.  I
had a good time hugging those beautiful motherly breasts but I was too
young for an erection.  I was so innocent that when I played with the
girls, I'd make fun of them by pinching their chest and saying, "taare to
jaraay dhaayaa nathi (you have no tits)".  They would get mad and run after
me for a little bit.  All part of growing up I guess.

   It was summer time when we slept in open.  Dad used to sleep in a bed
near the entrance of the house.  One night I was restless due to heat so I
went to lie besides mom.  I mumbled something to her and she pulled me
towards her.  She covered my face with her sari and put my head against her
breasts.  I could smell her sweat from working all day.  I soon fell asleep
in her arms.  I woke up sometimes at night and my face was between her
boobs and her blouse had come undone or something.  Weight of one of her
breast was on my cheek.

   I could feel my penis starting to get hard in my shorts.  I tried to
move my face and when I did, her nipple was in my mouth and I kissed it and
started to suckle on it.  Mom, I guess woke up and told me to let go
because I was biting her I guess.  I told her that my penis was erect.  She
put her hands in my shorts and started to rub it slowly.  It got harder.  I
tried to go to sleep as my mom rubbed it and I guess I did.  By this time,
the sun was out and mom got up and left and I fell back to sleep.  When the
cleaning lady came to sweep the yard, I woke up and mom told me to hurry up
and take my bath.

   Time went on and soon I reached the age of 13.  Sometimes, in the
morning particularly, I found my tool hard and wondered about it, and I was
confused and since there was no one to remove my doubts, I was very much
puzzled by it.  My father used to spend his entire time in temple only, and
he rarely devoted any time to my voluptuous mother queen who was at the
prime of her youth.  He used to come back in the evening from the temple
with a couple of sahibs and my mother used to serve dinner to them while
they shamelessly leered at my mother's shapely breasts giving them full
show through the thin cloth.  They would, sometimes ask my mother to sit
there with them, and my mother was quite a free spirit to adjust with them.
There was one particularly regular visitor, Mr.  Max, and he stared at my
mother's breasts so openly and even my parents didn't seem to mind that. 
Sometime when my father used to talk to the other sahib, he would sneak in
the kitchen and play with my mother's breasts.  I saw him eating them a
number of times and my mother would just whimper like a cat and behave
normally when she came back to the open terrace.  Since I was very innocent
I couldn't make out much of what was happening there but it left an impact
on my mind.  I was growing in age and hardness now.  Slowly, my visits to
the public bath increased and I started to get sexual stimulation by
watching all ladies bath nude in the open.  I it was some kind of sex show.
I even saw some females feeling themselves up in their private parts which
meant that lesbianism was also round the corner.  Even my mother was extra
friendly with a female called Chandni, who had again a marble body and
breasts of a wanton adulteress.  I had no idea where all this was leading
to when one evening my mother surprised me.

   I was at home and had just come back from the temple when I saw my mom
cooking kheer in the kitchen.  She was topless.  Before moving to my room
my eyes darted toward the kitchen.  I saw my Mr.  Max bending over mom who
looked as if she was stirring a pot with a spoon.  I didn't make a noise
and just witnessed the scene.  He was licking the back of her neck and
squeezing her ass over her Sari.

   She was not wearing a petticoat.  I saw him lifting her sari slowly.  I
came to see her legs, long and silky sexy.  He slowly lifted it up till I
saw my mother's ripe pumpkin shaped ass.  It was the most erotic thing I
saw round and big.  I could not see the full thing as it was hidden
partially but it looked delicious.  I saw Mr.  Max's index finger going
inside her ass.  The SOB was fingering her anus.  I became confused as I
saw the scene.  In her excitement mom moaned and dropped the spoon. 
Suddenly they realized that I was near them.  Mom pulled her sari down and
Mr.  Max left the house quickly.

   My mother told me that my father wouldn't be coming home tonight.  He
was going to teach meditation to one of the English sahibs.  My mother was
still in a disheveled state.  Her hairs were going all over her face and
her body was sweating and her eyes were red.  Her breasts swung right on my
face as she told me that the dinner would be ready soon.  I asked her why
the sahib had come and she replied in a strange kind of fashion that it was
the duty of every woman in village to please English sahibs.  I asked her,
why she were sweating.  She said that it happens sometime.  Now I was
getting an erection all the while by watching her work topless, it has been
long since she bared her heavenly breasts to her lovely son and now the
nipples stood like tall fiery red buttons of lust.

   That night after dinner mom asked me to sleep besides her.  The night
had fallen and stars sprinkled across the sky with the half waning moon
giving just the right kind of light to illuminate the eternally warm
chuchies (TITS) of my heavenly mother who lay right across me on the mat
now.  The very thought that it was my mother who was looking so beautiful ,
her body so full and ripe, her chuchies and her big ass shining and her
innocent eyes looking at me while her hands played softly with her nipples.
I looked at her and bent down to kiss her forehead,

   "O mother, you look divine tonight; you look so beautiful mother like an
angel from the sky"

   "You know why I look like a western woman?"

   "Please tell me that ma" I pleaded

   "I am a product of the coupling of Mr.  Max's father with my mother.  So
I am half British and half Indian."

   "Doesn't this make Mr.  Max your brother?"

   "Yes"

   "Strange"

   "tujhe pata hai max yahan kyun aaya tha.  (You know Why Max came here?)"
She said, I told her that I had no idea.  "He asked me to suck his cock but
I told him that it will mean eating semen.  I cannot do that as I am a pure
vegetarian Brahman."

   "You really make me feel proud of all Brahmans"

   I don't know what came over me that held her waist in my arms and kissed
her on the neck.

   "ki baat che, aaj maan ko dekhi bada prem aato che.  (why you are loving
me like this?)" I looked up in her eyes and saw that innocent face.  No
lady in the world with such huge breasts is supposed to have such a cut a
sexy face, a face of a voluptuous sex queen.

   "O ma, tu maney acha lageche, (you look very attractive to me mother)."
I told her and I nervously cupped her breasts.

   The fullness and ripeness of her soft breasts was too much for my hands.
Her big melons were not getting fully in my palms and when I looked down at
them, I saw that I had only cupped her pinkish large areola.  Her nipples
were digging into my palms now and I felt as if two little penises have
born on her motherly cushions and were trying to fuck my hands.

   "My child, my son tonight I am going to give the greatest pleasure of
your life.  I am going to allow you to use me as your personal woman.  I am
your dasi tonight.  You can do whatever you want with me.  If you don't
understand then I will teach you.  Tonight you will understand why all the
English sahibs are crazy about the women of the village.  Oh my son, now
beholds me as I dance to your tune now."

   She barely finished her sentence when I felt the weight of her huge
melons on face.  Then, to my utter surprise she started to swing her big
fat chuchies across my face.  O my god, this was heaven.  I had never even
dreamed of this.  My mother's most beautiful treasures were naked across my
face.  she gave me her boob to suckle on.  But I put my hand down lower and
started to play with her pussy through her sari.  She was not wearing a
petticoat beneath.  She got a little frisky and untied it and let my hand
go down on it.  She turned to her back and spread her legs giving me a
perfect feel of her juicy, wet and warm pussy.  I tried to fiddle around
with it, but didn't know what to do.  So mom took my hand, two fingers, and
guided them in her love hole.  She moved them in and out for a little bit
and then I caught on and continued to do it.  It felt really weird because
it was all warm and wet.

   After a while, she started to play with my dick.  I lifted my butt and
took my shorts off.  She kept rubbing my dick.  Soon, she hugged me and sat
on top of me.  I assisted her by holding her huge bums and my cock
slithered like a snake inside her slippery tunnel of lust.  Then, she
started to bounce and up down movements of her buttocks nearly drove me
insane.

   My hands now went to her massive spongy derriere which was it a piece of
art, and I stretched my hands in order to cover them fully.  They were soft
and buttery and I pressed them with lustful and filial joy to my heart's
content while my mother enticed me with her boob dance.  She got into a
rhythm and her boobs were wobbling up and down on my face.  Sometimes she
would get a little away and then thrust her breast all of a sudden, my face
slid down the valley of her breasts, she also hummed a tune when she boob
danced.  My mother was now actually looking like some harem girl totally
expert in pleasing men.  Now, I understood why all men went crazy about
her. My mother was also moaning a little bit as she sat on my penis with
just a peripheral contact, she was rocking up and down on my penis too,
while she started to boob dance like an Arabian seductress.  It was getting
too much for me and my cock was also trying to get a touch of the inside of
her priceless vagina.  While she boob danced in fast motion hitting me with
her boobs, slapping them on my face.  She started to even press her nipples
on my cheeks and slap my cheeks with her pendulous chuchies.  I could no
longer take it and bit on her white ivory flesh.  She squirmed and writhe
in lustful exhilaration as my mouth found her pink erect nipple while my
hands were caressing her marvelous buttocks.  From below, her breasts
looked really huge and pendulous like two mountains of lust which I must
climb today.  My hands went up to feel the weight of the most prized
possessions of my mother as she looked like a big tit fairy sucking her fat
upper lip.

   "hai mere raja.....chod apni maan ko...kha le meri badi badi chuchiyan
..tere liye hyi to mal mal ke masal masal ke badi karvayi hai, mere raja
beta...hai ..aur maar....aur zor se..."

   She rolled back onto her back and carried me on top of her and kept on
humping me.  From my limited experience I recalled how a bull mates a cow.
I started to hump like a bull.  Soon, I got that feeling that I was going
to pee, but this time it was much stronger.  I was about to scream, when
mom put her hand on my mouth.  I suddenly felt my mother's pussy
contracting on my thick cock.  She screamed and wrapped her legs around me.
I couldn't hold it anymore and I let go.  But this time, I didn't pee, it
felt weird and felt like I was peeing something much heavier than regular
pee.  I just laid there with my mom on top of me.

   I guess I must have fallen asleep like that.  When I woke up, I had my
shorts on.  It was already light out.  This was the time I lost my
virginity, without even knowing it had happened.

   / When I woke up I came to know that father was back in the home.  I
watched my mother moving around the house; she was wearing a thin sari and
a thin blouse.  As I wanted to be near her but when I saw father coming in,
I moved away quietly.  I had a bath and afterwards I went out inside my
room.  I knew that my Father was go out again in the evening.  I went out
to explore the village and came back in the evening.  As I went towards my
room I saw Mother entering my room.  She was wearing a pink colored sari
and matching blouse.  The way her tits moved freely told me she was
bra-less.  Sari was pulled so tightly on her buttock that they were bulging
out.  After maybe a minute she reached up to her Pallu and slowly dropped
it down and undid her sari.  She slowly unhooked her blouse.  She then
slowly dropped her blouse from her shoulders exposing her bosom.  Her
breasts fell free and they looked just great.  She moved around seductively
for a while showing me her full breast then started to slowly push her
petticoat down.  She had her back to me as it slipped off her ass but
turned before her pussy came into view.  She had a surprise for me there,
as she had removed hairs off her pussy.  I could see a lot of her crack.

   Eventually mother came forward and sat on the edge of my bed.  She
opened her legs to allow me to see her cunt completely.  When I had had a
good look she started to play with herself.  She moaned to herself in an
extremely seductive way and after a while she slide above in the bed and
rest on my pillow spreading her legs.

   "Come here son, I need your company now," she said from her position.

   I stumbled over and crawled in between her legs.  Mother pulled me on
her and put her lips on me.  That was first time my mother kissed me like
that.  We parted for a while looking in to each other's eyes.  I was so hot
that I press my lips roughly on her luscious lips again and begin
proceedings.  This one was nearly 5 minutes long.  At the finish, Mother
decided that she had had enough of my shorts.  She rolled over onto me and
immediately made a swift move, removing my shorts and letting my pulsating
dick free.

   She got on all fours on the bed and asked me to ram into her from
behind. I was eager and plugged in her pussy from back and started fucking
her again.  She was very surprised that I knew so much about sex
considering I was almost a virgin.  My cock was hitting into her clit with
every stroke, sending Mother into an utter frenzy.

   I grabbed onto my mother's breasts and fondled and groped them as my
cock piston in and out of her cunt.  I couldn't believe what a fucking sex
machine my mother was.  As I fucked her I wanted to feel every bit of her.
While groping her ass I even ran my thumb down her ass crack, stopping at
the asshole for an extra rub.  Again, we both climaxed nearly
simultaneously.  Mother sent her juices down on my dick and half the way I
withdrew and came onto her ass last few jets.  After climaxing, Mother fell
face first onto the mattress and could feel my cum running into her ass
crack and into the hole.  That sensation must have wonderful for her as she
reached around and rubbed my semen around.

   After I sat on my mother's back and massaged her neck.  She moaned in
approval at both the soothing massage and the feeling of her son's dick
resting on her back.

   "Maa, do you want me to eat your puss...?  I asked, "I've been dying to
do it."

   Mother, of course, was more than happy to let me manipulate her pussy
any way I could.  She rolled over and commented,

   "Hey!  You want to do everything in one night ha!  OK!  If you wished,
my body is yours tonight.  Do anything you want with it."

   I smiled and moved down on my mother.  I loved kissing her neck and
dwelled on it for awhile.  Then I cupped her tits sucking the nipples
gently, making her heart flutter.  I then passed her pussy
altogether-instead licking and kissing her inner thighs, coated in her
sweat and juices.  I kept moving downward to her calves and feet, and she
girlishly giggled at the way I touched them.  Finally I moved upward and
went to work on her vagina.  Sucking its outer lips while my tongue probed
the wet insides, and my nose was buried in her sweet smelling triangular of
pubic hair.  Her thighs tightly wrapped around my head and her feet beat
into my back, as I sent her into fits when my tongue found her clit. 
Instinctively, Mother arched her hips upward so that I could really dig in,
which I did dutifully.

   This being the first time I tasted pussy, I was happily surprised at the
taste of my mother.  She was not too sour or bitter, like I heard many
women are.  It was almost a perfume taste.  I couldn't get enough.  As she
arched her hips, i buried my face in her-lapping up her juices while my
tongue flicked away at her clit.  I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks as they
were being lifted off the bed and cupped them while I ate away at her cunt.
That move shocked and stimulated Mother to no ends.

   "OOOOH!" she shouted.

   The feeling of my tongue on her pussy was too overwhelming for my mother
and she rewarded me efforts with a gush after gush of pussy cream.  As she
rubbed her genitals on my face, I couldn't believe how much she was cumming
that night.  I emerged from in between her thighs with a drenched face and
a smile.  Mother quickly grabbed hold of me and began seductively licking
my teenage face.  She hugged and kissed me, thanking me for all I had done
and promising there would be much more.

   "I really can't believe we did this, Maa.  This was so great."

   I was wondering if I was making any sense, but I could tell from the
tears welling up in my mother's eyes that she understood.  She kissed me
gently and reaffirmed her love for me.

   We both mutually agreed it was time to get some sleep.  And so a naked
son lay down and her naked mother curled up behind him and held him tight
in an embrace.  I slept soundly within the warmth that my mother's body
provided.  A very activity-filled day left we quite spent.  However, I was
awoken from my deep sleep in the middle of the night.  I felt my mother's
hand pushing my cock into her pussy.  I again pushed into her this time by
just lying down.  In the coming weeks, we made love like animals in heat. I
must have ejaculated a hundreds times in her womb, and she had to be
pregnant.

   After a month, when her periods stopped, she told me to run away with
her to a city otherwise people will know about it.  We went to the city
only to never return back.  We have been living here in this city for about
115 years now as a man and wife.
   

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