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. <><>