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 rape and incest

   Gujarati Cow boy

   My name is Rajat and I am nineteen.  My story starts a couple of years
ago when my father died.  My father belonged to the rural area of Gujarat
but he divorced my mom Vasuda and took me to a city when I was nine.  He
never told me the reason of his divorce but through others I learned that
he suspected mom of infidelity.  He did everything to keep me away from
her. In his eyes she was a slut not capable of taking care of a child. 
Before his death he wished me to avoid meeting her but after his death the
first thing I did was, meeting mom.  I was a child no more.

   Through a family friend I got her address.  I came to know that she was
living in her village with her elder brother who was a widower.  He was a
farmer who was involved in dairy farming mainly.  He had a grown up
daughter who was married.  The village where mom lived was really a small
village with only two buses travelling through it daily.

   One fine day I caught one such bus which dropped me near my destination.
I traveled a couple of miles on foot from the road.  I was passing through
the lake at the outside of the village when I saw a woman standing at a
well, with hanging boobs and trying to dry her cloths.  That was the first
shock of my new life.  I walked closer to her and she saw me too.  She
covered her nipples with her hands and asked.

   "Who are you boy?"

   "I am Rajat and want to ask you about an address".

   "Who's relative are you?"

   I said, `Kalpa' which was my uncle's name.  Hearing this, she became
comfortable.  She removed her hands from her boobs and guided me to a house
that was standing alone in green fields.  I was amazed to see that as she
was not really bothering that a young male is watching her semi nude. 
`Life is going to be interesting here' I thought.  Although I had no
practical experience of sex but I was aware what it was.  There came the
point in life when I discovered just how much pleasure I could give myself
by playing with my cock.

   I started walking again.  I could hear the soft, uneasy bleating of
sheep accompanied by the muted voices of cows as I dashed across the main
entrance of the house I was searching for.  My nostrils tickled by the
organic smell of dust and manure reminiscent of my childhood.

   An old man was smoking a cigarette that he flicked away into the yard as
I walked by him scattering the wispy trails of curling smoke that hung
precipitously in the air.  He was my maternal uncle Kalpa.

   I stopped short when I got a look at him.  He was tall and lean with a
shock of spiky, gray hair that was cropped short and I could feel the
strength in his grip and the roughness of his palm when we shook hands.  It
was the hands of a workingman.

   "I am Rajat" I dropped my duffel bag to the floor and introduced myself.

   "Vasuda told me all about you.  Thanks for letting her be part of your
world, son.  God knows, I haven't been much of a companion for her."

   "Where is mom?" I asked,

   He guided me to inner court of the house.  There I saw a woman standing
in a blue cotton sari.

   She was not skinny.  Her flesh was packed in the right places with boobs
the size of cantaloupes and a bum that was more muscle than fat.  She was a
good looking and around 40.  She had beautiful, long, black hairs that were
tied in a ponytail.  She had big, lovely brown eyes that glistened wetly as
she looked me over like I was a stranger.  I was meeting her after eight
years so it took some time for me to recognize her properly.

   "Namaskar" I tried looking her in the eye, but I felt my face flush and
embarrassment flood over me.  Once she recognized me her face brightened.
Tears of joy rolled down the cheeks the moment she saw me.  Before any of
us could realize, we were hugging.

   "Rajat, oh Rajat, We thought you were lost," Mom cried.  I was surprised
at the strength in her arms as she hugged me tight.  "Oh, Rajat.  It's so
good to see you." Tears filled Mom's eyes.  "I'm so happy.  Hey Ram.  I
knew I'd start crying." Her joy made me ashamed of how seldom I had tried
to contact her.

   As I snuggled up to her, I noticed how small she seemed.  With the top
of her head snug under my chin and she fitted against my body.  Maybe after
my journey I wasn't thinking straight.  I don't know.  But I slid my left
hand down the small of my moms back and cupped the soft globe of her ass. I
weighed it in my hand, enjoying the feel of plump roundness through the
thin cotton of her dress, and was about to give it a loving squeeze when I
suddenly remembered who it was I was snuggled up against here.

   Thank God she hadn't noticed what I'd been doing.  'For Gods sake' I
told myself, 'it's your Mom.' I tried to focus my attention elsewhere.  I
let go of her and quickly picked up my duffel bag to hide the bulge in my
jeans.

   She smiled as she said, "You have become quite a 'hunk' since leaving
your old broken down Amma."

   We talked about the years we spent without each other.  After dinner she
took me to my room.  As I followed her up from behind, I could not keep my
eyes off her awesome gaand (ass).  It was the most alluring and perfect
piece of ass I had ever seen in my life.  The sari clung to her fleshy ass
like a skin and he found blood rushing into my cock, feeling guilty and
confused.

   The room was a medium sized one with a wooden cot and a cupboard for
clothes.  There was window from which one could see the vast farmland.

   "Kyon beta...  pasand aaya...  (you like it son)" mom asked

   "Haan...  thanks..."

   As she started to move back her Sari slipped showing her large breasts
and her nipples from see through blouse.  I heaved a huge sigh of relief as
she left.  I changed into another dress and plonked down on the bed
thinking of the day's happenings.  As I slowly drifted into a sleep I kept
seeing images of my mom, her beauty, her body, her kindness...  and felt so
close to her already.  And then I blanked into a deep slumber.

   (*l*)

   You know how, when you wake up in a strange place to strange sounds, it
takes you a while to get oriented?  The first thing that popped into my
mind was Mom.  After sometime I made my way towards the kitchen.  I stopped
before entering as I heard my mom and Uncle Kalpa talking.  I peeked around
the corner and saw my uncle caressing her ass.

   "Come on, one kiss ...  just one kiss ...  my pretty Vasuda ..." he
babbled.

   "You big idiot, remember my son is here" She hissed,

   Uncle Kalpa let her go and said, "I forgot, sorry.  I'll see you later."


   I quickly made my way back to my room as my uncle grabbed his things and
headed out.  I waited a few minutes after he was gone and made my way into
the kitchen for some breakfast.

   From the time I came down for breakfast, I could just not keep my eyes
off mom.  She was wearing a green color chiffon saree and blouse, and her
figure was so spectacularly showcased in that dress that I was scared I
would get an erection in front of her.  While not an ounce of flesh was
revealed other than necessary, the way her massive breasts heaved when she
moved, the way her round soft butt swayed as she walked and the
extraordinary beauty in her face were the stuff of dreams.

   Mom then turned her head catching me staring at her.  "Good morning
sleepy-head.  You breakfast is ready."

   I broke from my stare to see that mom was looking at the growing bulge
beneath my shirt.  I grabbed my cup of tea and moved out towards a table.
At least my growing hard-on would now be hidden.  Soon Mom joined me at the
table.  I snuck a peek and the front of her blouse and admired the heaving
of her boobs.  That was weird.  I met after so many years and now I was
olging her like a mad dog.

   I finally finished my breakfast but I was stuck, since I had a hard-on
hidden beneath the table.  I sat there drinking my tea, hoping my hardness
would subside.  I continued staring at mom until she decided to stand up.
She grabbed her cup and in bringing it off the table, pushed her spoon onto
the floor.  I froze as she ducked under the table to retrieve it.  She
seamed to linger a little long before re-appearing above the table.  My
hard-on was definitely open for display if she chose to gaze upon it.  She
smiled at me and said.  "Your uncle wants you to join him in the cow shed
because he wants to know how much you can be a helpful for him."

   It was about a week that something interesting happened.  I was in my
room when I opened the window and saw somebody walking towards the bushes.
I was dumbstruck as I went closer to the window.  It was a sight to die
for. Any young guy like me could have reacted in the same way after seeing
a naked woman in live.  Mom was lifting her sari and it was above her
knees. She was sitting there to piss.  I was trying hard to see her pussy
but the color of her pussy hair was making it more difficult for me to see
it clearly.  As she finished pissing she started moving away.  Where she
was going?  I asked my self.

   I decided to follow her.  She went to her friend, Pragga's house. 
Suddenly I remembered only yesterday Pragga aunty told my mom that she was
going to Haridwar for a religious festival.  Then why is mom going there? I
sneakily followed her.  As she knocked at the door I saw Uncle Keatan
greeting her with a mischievous smile.  All of a sudden, he placed his
right hand on her left boobs & said, "Hey Vasuda, Your boobs looks bigger.
Did you let anyone else feel them?"

   I was in total shock.  How dare that bastard say that to my mom?

   "I'm worried as I have a feeling that somebody is following me.  Won't
you let me in" she replied.

   Uncle Keaton let her in.  I searched around but found no opening to look
inside.  I went back to home but all the way the thoughts of my mom doing
Uncle Keaton was swirling around my head.  I was jealous yet I felt she can
do it.  I don't own her but suddenly I felt no I do own her.  When a king
dies, it is his son who takes over his throne since he is his father's
heir. So I decided, I'll take back what my father left behind for me the
bitch - my mom.  That night I had dream after dream about mom and I fucking
etc.

   (*l*)

   On the third day I saw something more interesting.  I went into the barn
and caught my uncle fucking a cow.  He had his head tilted back and his
eyes closed as he pumped his hard cock in and out of the cow's cunt, so he
didn't see me watching him.  I was shocked by what I saw because Hindus see
a cow in a very high esteem.  The worst thing was the fact that my Dick was
hardening.

   I had seen animal mate but never thought that human can mate with them
too.  Every religion not only forbade bestiality but also prescribed stern
Penalties both for the human and the animal participants but in a remote
place like our village it didn't mattered.

   I listened to my uncle's soft moans and the slurping noises his ram rod
dick was making.  After all, without girls on the farm what else was there
to fuck but the horses and cows?

   My uncle had lot of cows in his house.  One day I saw a black bull
mounting a cow and fucking her.  As he did, I'd run up and grab his cock
and rub it as he rode her around fucking.  It was one hot scene, let me
tell you.  It was hot and slimy as we continued this for quiet some time.
Soon the bull either tired of breeding or his balls were empty and he laid
down to rest in the pasture.

   I stripped off my jeans and underwear, making sure to keep a pair of
shoe on.

   Then I noticed that one of the cows had lain down on the ground.  I
slowly approached her and was able to squat down behind her where I played
with her pussy.  Her tail moved aside exposing a pink cunt.  I rubbed it
and squatted down next to her.  I put my hand on her back and she lay there
not getting up.

   I began by patting her ever so gently on the flanks and speaking soft
seductive words.  Calm her down--that was the thing.  I felt like a damn
idiot, but what else was there to do but fuck a cow?  I started patting and
probing down along the crack of her ass.  She shivered a little when I
touched close to home but no major reactions yet.  Even when I gave her a
couple of pats on the pussy--no alarm bells.

   My cock was now actually hurting as it throbbed.  I had to get off.  I
slowly put my chest against her back and slid up onto her.  She didn't get
up as I slide ahead bringing my cock within inches of her cunt.  She held
still as I was able to get my hips down now and run my cock against her
steaming cunt.  I was now partially on top her with my ass on the ground. A
very precarious position to be in if the bull came by.  I slid my ass ahead
and my cock slid deep into her cunt.

   It went in as easy as the fingers had.  I felt the warm soft snatch
clutch onto it--a real pleasant feeling actually.  I began to think that
this might turn out to be a groovier piece of action than maybe I'd figured
on, once I got all the way in.  I put the pressure on and pushed forward
from the hips as hard as I could, but slow and easy still, and inch-by-inch
that sweet little the goddamn cow-twat swallowed my prick right up to the
goddamn root.  I was now sitting on my ass with my legs off to the side in
a y fashion.  I leaned back and started to pump my hips up and down pushing
my cock deep into this hot cunt.  After about 5 strokes I exploded shooting
my seed into her cunt.  Her cunt was so big and loose that my load ran back
onto my balls and onto the ground.

   Her tail would swing off to the side to allow my entry as I reached down
and rub my cock back and forth in this huge cunt.  I was in a fog enjoying
myself when I felt a hard hit on my right side knocking me down.

   She was mom.  She exploded with a voice that I before only had heard at
the fish-market: "You...  You...  You FILTHY foul breed, you despicable
fornicating beast...  Stop that, Stop that Hear you, you abomination..."

   Mom came angrily and kicked me in my buttock.  I got up and was shocked.
She was not ready to even listen to me she started to slap on my face and
spitted her saliva on me.  She came near me and grabbed my erect penis
firmly and was squeezing my penis with all her force.  I started shouting
in pain.  `Mom, it hurts....ahh, it hurts a lot.'

   Then I decided to show her my power.  I tried pushed her away and got
myself free.  She was not ready to give up so attacked me again.  That time
I grabbed her firmly in my embrace.

   She was so close to me, I could smell her sweaty womanly body very well.
Suddenly I got aroused like a bull.  The effect of bhang multiplied my
excitement.  I was thrilled to have my mom so closely on the bed.  I went
mad with years of pending lust for my mom.  I was going out of control with
lust and passion.  I didn't know how i got so much courage!  I did not
think the future consequences.  I moved closer and grabbed my mom with
uncontrollable lust.  My mom shocked wildly and whispered-"hey, what are u
doin?  Leave me."

   "I don't like being ruled.  You will have to pay for your act"

   "Are you mad?  Stop!  Stop!" she cried.  "I'm your mother Rajat... 
Don't touch me...  like this...  no...  no.  You're a bad, bad boy.  No,
don't...  Rajat stop...  stop please."

   I kissed her lips passionately and said- "I know this is wrong, but I am
doing it because you're a fucking whore, Ma.  A cheap fucking cunt.  You're
a slut, Ma, a slut whore."

   "What r u talking?  This is sin.  Leave me!"

   "You talk of sin and let Uncle Keaton Fuck you, you even let your
brother fuck you.'

   Mom went ballistic.  She began slapping, punching and growling like an
animal.  It was no use, though.  Even in her rage, Mom was a small woman
and I had grown into being a pretty big guy.  I grabbed her wrists and
wrestled her to the floor.  She continued fighting and as we wrestled me, I
soon had her pinned to the floor.  Her petticoat was up above her waist,
exposing her white panties and the pink cunt lips.  My cock was pushing
against her panties and aimed at her cunt lips.  I lost control.  Holding
both wrists in one hand I ripped open her blouse exposing her matching
white bra.  I then pulled down her bra exposing her 41 year old tits.

   I bent down and began sucking and nibbling on her dark brown nipples. 
Mom continued to struggle but I continued to pin her down.  I reached down
and pushed aside her panties and began probing for her cuntal opening.  On
my third thrust I found her cunt and pushed in about half way.  Her cunt
was hot and moist.  Pulling back slightly I then thrust my entire cock deep
into her cunt.  She struggles increased allowing my cock to feel her
muscles contracting and caressing it.  I couldn't hold back and began
shooting cum deep into her cunt.  As she fought against the thick invader
deeply imbedded into her cunt her body began to betray her.  Slowly her
thrashings to dispel me cock became thrusts to get more deeply seated. 
Even as my shooting cum stopped, my cock remained hard.  I continued to
meet her trusts as her cries of despair became cries of passion.  Her
juices mixed with my cum made her cunt even hotter and wetter.  Her hard
brown nipples were poking my chest and again I nibbled on them.  Biting and
pulling them with my teeth seemed to drive her wilder.  As she orgasmed,
her cunt gripped my cock so hard I was unable to slide in or out.  This
caused me to shoot another load deeply into her cunt.

   Mom became more agitated.  She squirmed and tried to bite me.

   That kinda got me mad!  Maybe she had some strange reason to be mad at
me, but biting was childish and uncalled for.

   It might have been because it was what I had just been thinking about in
bed.  Or maybe it was her vulnerable position and her defiance.  For
whatever reason, without consciously thinking about it, I pulled back my
hand and then brought my palm sharply across my mother's squirming butt.

   "Oh, no!  Oh, no!" she wailed.  With every sound I smacked her ass
again.

   Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

   "Please, Rajat!  Please!" I heard her plead.  To no avail!

   Even striking her as hard as I could manage, I had little doubt that I
was doing no real damage.  But her fighting spirit was being broken.  The
more I spanked her and the harder I spanked her, the less she squirmed and
yelled.  Eventually, she quite squirming altogether and took my licks with
muffled, low grunts each time my hand came down sharply.

   I guess I had a temper just like Mom's.  I'm not sure how long I spanked
her.  It was a while.  I'm used to physical labor.  I can swing a hammer
all day when I have to.  I didn't stop wailing on Mom's fanny until my arm
was tired, however long that was.

   Stepping back, I looked over the beautiful expanse of Mom's ass.  I
could see that Mom's bottom was rosy red.  A musky smell pervaded the room.
Realizing my cock was hard and throbbing, I knew that this afternoon's work
had changed our whole relationship.  There was no going back.  We could
only go ahead from this spot now.

   "Lay across that table, woman," came a voice out of nowhere.  It
startled me so; I almost looked around to see who was in the room with us.
The voice had come from me, though, and it was so forceful that Mom was
scurrying to obey.

   "Not again.  Please, not again," she chanted.

   Mother lay across the table on her belly.  Without my asking, she opened
her thighs for me.

   "Don't do this, Rajat," Mother pleaded with me.

   Reaching forward I ran my hands up and down her scarlet flanks.

   Like a zombie, without conscious consideration, I stepped up behind
mother's unmoving body.  Her vagina, wet and unprotected, was flowered open
in invitation.  She grunted as the head of my prick kissed those rich pink
lips.  She grunted more as I fed him in.  Then even more when I had to
struggle to slide in the last two or three inches.

   Finally, as I shoved in balls deep, she grunted, "Oh fuck!" and her
pussy got incredibly much tighter.

   That's when I realized the secret to my mother's cursing.  I felt her
soak my balls and I felt her ass clamp down.  She ground her clitoris into
the table's edge.  I dug in deep as I felt her quake from within, up and
down my hard meat.

   When she was done, I pulled back slow and then pumped in slow.  About
five strokes in, she murmured, "Oh shit!" and I felt another little cum. 
In three strokes she was done with that and in another ten she yelled out,
"Oh damn!" This one was longer and harder than the last.  She shook, not
just on the inside, but the outside as well.  I fucked her deep and hard
through that one and knew I couldn't last much more.

   I plowed her unresisting cunt fast and furious.  Over and over we
grunted together, often cursing at one another in harmony.  Until at last I
sank in deeper than ever and my balls opened up, flooding the inside of
Mom's womb with hot, boiling cum.  Wave after wave of hot semen filled her.
Spurt after potent spurt of swimming seed painted her insides white.

   I stood there, buried up inside my mother for the longest while.  My
cock softened, but continued to plug her.  She didn't seem interested in
moving either.  Perhaps she had somehow become a part of the wood of the
table.  I'd certainly fucked her hard enough into it.

   Our only movement was my hand, slowly and softly caressing mother's
bruised bottom.  I remember thinking briefly that I wish I had ejaculated
on her ass.  It would be nice to be rubbing my jizz into her right now. 
There would be other times for that though.  I felt sure of it.  Very
confident.

   Eventually my cock slipped out of her.  Our accumulated and combined
fluids gushed weakly out of her vagina, adding to the trail of wetness down
her thighs.  It hardly seemed to matter.  We were both a mess.

   She tried to me off, but there was no stopping until my balls were empty
and she was full of my sperm.

   "What have you done to me your own Mother, fucked me like I was a bitch"
she screamed at me.

   "No Mom, I made love to you like I have wanted since I met you again" I
answered " and besides I think you liked it by the way you were moving your
ass.

   "This can never happen again, young man" she said.

   "Ah...  that's where you're wrong.  Do you know what this village would
do if it finds out ...  throw you away?"

   (*l*)

   I woke up late the following day, excited beyond description.  My uncle
was gone and mom was alone in her room.  I ran to her room like a dog
released from his kennel after a long day.  Amma was sleeping on the bed
wearing a light blue saree.  The upper part had slipped off exposing her
Amazon boobs caged in a transparent blouse.  The nipples were standing out
through the blouse like pointed tips on a pyramid.  The saree was rolled up
to the knees exposing her milky white calves-even they looked sexy!

   "Amma?" I whispered.

   She didn't respond.  I rubbed my hand up and down her hip, gently, to
let her know I knew she was awake.  "It's okay, baby," I whispered, kissing
her neck.  "It's all right." I continued rubbing the smooth skin of her
hip. "I lost control yesterday.  And I'm sorry."

   She said nothing.

   "It's just that you're so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again and
tracing my tongue along her shoulder.  I put my hand back on her hip and
tickled the smooth skin again.  "So beautiful," I whispered.

   I probably would've been able to keep it together had it not been for
that silky smooth thigh.  I gripped onto her hip and once again pressed my
covered cock to her bare ass, causing her to flinch and pull away again.

   "I'm so sorry," Mom murmured finally.

   "Sorry for what, mom?" I asked.  There were so many things to choose
from though; one thing hardly seemed to matter more than any of the rest.

   "Sorry that I am a bad mother," she sobbed, beginning to cry.

   "No, you're not," I told her gently, "I told you everything is okay.  I
was out of control then but I'm in control now, okay?"

   "Don't leave me, Rajat.  I couldn't bear it if you left me too.  I'll do
anything to keep you.  Anything at all."

   I felt her tension subside somewhat.  Which was miraculous, really,
because I was in no more control now than I was the previous day.  Perhaps
I was a little more determined and calculating this morning, but certainly
still unable to think about anything except her pussy.

   I moved my hand from her hip to the warm depths of her inner thighs.  I
avoided direct contact with her most intimate parts, hoping the outer
stimulation would propel her to force my fingers onto her clit and into her
sweet hole, manipulatively assigning her a portion of responsibility in the
act.

   Sure enough, after 5 or so minutes of slow tickling of the outer and
inner thighs, she slightly opened her legs to grant me further access.  I
continued to rub her inner thighs without making contact with her outer
lips.  She started moving her hips around trying to catch my fingers in her
slit.  I appeased her slightly and ran one finger all the way up to the nub
of her clitoris, then I massaged either side of the bud.

   "NO!  Rajat!  You are my son!"

   "Forget I am you son for a while mother!" I added "confess that you
enjoyed me fucking you, Mom?" She blushed slightly and whispered.  "I did
enjoy it...  but I shouldn't have.  I wanted to put an end to all that.  We
can't ever do that again." Her eyes came up and met mine.

   "Ah...  that's where you're wrong.  Do you know what your brother would
do if he saw this...  or if anyone in village came to know about it?  You
would probable go to prison mom."

   "I guess I don't have much of an option do I." Her face relaxed now that
she knew she had no choice.

   "Good...  then strip down right now." I could feel my cock getting hard
now knowing I am sexually dominating my own mother.

   I watched as a quiet mom began to undress, taking off her sari first and
then her petticoat.

   "Strip!" I commanded.

   With tears welling in her eyes, she slowly opened her blouse as her
naked breasts glistened in the low light as they became more visible. 
Later she put her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and began to push
them down.  Once she had stepped out of her panties, I pushed her back onto
the bed.  Grasping her legs just under the knees, I spread her open. 
Joyfully I noticed that her nipples were painfully engorged and erect.  But
my main interest was with her cunt.  I gazed lustily at my mother's pussy,
the lips slightly spread.  She was totally vulnerable.  Excitement filled
my heart.  She was mine.

   May be a son's instincts or may be a lover's I felt great as I took my
mother's nipple into my mouth.  I donot know how long I played with her
tits as I could not get bored playing with them.  Mom though closed her
eyes and possibly enjoying my deeds.

   After few minutes, I realised my cock is stiff for long time now and is
paining me as if it wants to get access to my mother's cunt.  I expected
mom to say something as I was getting close to seeing her mound but she
remained silent with her eyes closed.

   Knowing that she was helpless to prevent it, mom groaned as I nestled my
hot cock head into the folds of her sex.

   From here my cock began its voyage into the depths of her cunt.  She
grunted as I thrust deeply into her.  "Your cunt's mine, Ma." She grunted
again as I thudded once more into her cock socket.  "Yeah, Ma, you like
this, don't you?" With the demanding stroking of her cunthole with my cock,
she began to thrust back, taking me as deeply as she could, luxuriating in
the feelings generated by wanton fornication.

   "Uhng!  Ughn!" she moaned as her pussy spasmed around my thrusting cock.
I felt her muscles tightening around my cock as I pumped it into her, felt
her writhing around beneath me like some sort of wild animal.

   "Fuck yeah, you're a real slut whore, Ma," I screamed while her pussy
squeezed my stroking dick.  It was too much for me.  With a sudden gasp of
pleasure I erupted, filling mom's pussy with an explosion of my seed. 
Moments later I released my mother's legs, and breathlessly said, "You
loved that, didn't you, Ma?" It was more a statement than a question.

   "Yes," she whispered,

   "I thought so...  You know, Ma, you're a great piece of ass, a real nice
fuck." Watching my incestuous cum dribble from her freshly fucked pussy,
stream over her asshole and puddle on the bed, I relished the power I now
held over mother, a power manifesting itself as my cock began to harden and
swell again.  Mom stared in awe at the youthful prowess of her son, her
lover, her master.