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 I love Nagging

   My mother was a caring person but she had the habit of nagging, sometime
me and sometime dad.  Her brown eyes had a piercing quality, which give the
person that she was looking at the impression that they were being
scrutinised.  She never hesitated to chide my Dad in front of guests.  My
Dad was, on the other hand, a quiet person who thought the best thing he
could do was to agree with whatever his wife said and did.  All in all, she
ran an organised household with no serious challenges to her authority. 
She was pretty nice looking but her personality completely wiped that out.
I had been the apple of Mom's eye until I became a teenager and apparently
changed from a obeying boy to a lay-about, no-good like my father.

   I am Vinayk.  Mine is a typical indian family, half traditional and half
westernised.  We are living in a big flat in a nice locality.  My dad is 45
and mom 40.  My real story starts when I was eighteen and nearing nineteen.
I was in a age when interest in sex starts to take some bizzare twists. 
I'm extremely, attracted to a curvy, voluptuous, full figured women, Even,
if that means they don't have firm stomachs and may have extra weight on
them.  I really do believe that the ideal body type for me is the one that
is curvy, round and full voluptuous.  Certainly, I am not attracted to
heavy or obese women, but I think nice hips, thick thighs, and an overall
curvy frame, that is proportional, is great.  The sexiest parts of a woman
are her soft breasts, thick thighs, and slightly, rounded or fat ass.  The
"dimple" of the lower back that you'll never see on a skinny woman, and
confidence that she's beautiful the way she is attracts me.  I was devoted
to the mothers of my friends and some neighbouring womaen.

   One hot day after shopping we returned home but to our dismay our lift
was not working.  After scolding the liftman for the fault Mom moved
towards the stairs.  I was following my mum up the stairs, with the
groceries.  As mom moved, I kept my eyes on the swing of her curvy hips.  I
watched the sweetly, circular motion of the shapely arse cheeks, and the
way they seemed to coil and uncoil, with the climbing rhythm of her legs in
her saree.  My mum had a fine, swinging rhythm, I thought.  It was all
cunning, little jiggles and appealing, lithe motions.  The waves were
dipping into the hidden valley of her arse cheeks, rounding out at the tops
of her thighs.  Her arse cheeks had stretched on saree and they wobbled and
rippled, as she had walked.

   I felt my face flush, as I, suddenly, thought of going up to my mother
and feeling the flesh of my her ass cheeks, through the thin fabric of her
saree.  I wanted to cup each buttock firmly.  One each hand.  I wanted to
do something really dirty to her, like lifting her saree and sticking a
finger up her milky, tight, fat arse.  Just to feel how tight her arse was.
Let me describe the most beautiful, sensual, and sexual woman I know, my
mother Suma.  She has shoulder length black hair.  Her dark brown eyes are
large and warm, and she still has the face of woman many years younger than
she actually is.

   At 40 her body had grown larger.  She was now a size 14, but the
proportions were still in balance.  My mother had quite large, 40D boobs,
which still gave way to a curvy waistline, but her arse had grown, after
giving birth.  She thought she had gained a bit too much, although in
reality, they were proportional to the rest of her now.  A splendid sight
for any ass man, who loved a fuller figure.

   My mum's saree was so tight that the two flaps of her ass were easily
visible.  That was another thing that made me even hornier.  her panty line
was, also, visible.  The outline of a ripe pussy snuggled by tight, lace
panties made my cock stiff, and I started to imagine what type and color
panties she must be wearing, whether it was those big, cotton panties,
sexy, lacy panties, or her tiny g-strings.  I loved smelling my mum dirty,
wet panties.  I wanted to see much more of those classy legs, and maybe,
get a peek between the smoothly, rounded thighs and fat arse.

   Sad that the climb was finished, I lifted my eyes innocently and smiled,
as my mum entered the flat.  That was something else, I thought.  Her fine,
huge breasts were lifted against a thin blouse and showed the points of her
nipples.  I saw sweat patches under her arms, as my mum stretched, before
collapsing on the sofa.  I wish I could have her soft, big breast in my
mouth.  I wanted to smell her armpits.  I wanted to make her mine, so
badly. I couldn't wait to get to room and masturbate, while thinking of
what had happened today and of my hot, sweaty, fat arse mother.

   I always had a thing for older, mature women.  I had a collection of
porno pictures of milf type.  I just loved to stroke my cock, whilst
looking at nude, raunchy pictures of older women.  Sometimes, I would
imagine my mother striking a pose like the pictures I would often look at.
Perhaps like a lady on all fours on the floor showing her asshole and
pussy, looking back at the camera, as if asking to be fucked senseless,
like a whore.  Today, my mother, in the tight saree she had worn all day,
teased me with the way her arse cheeks stretched, wobbled, and rippled, as
she had walked.

   As I lay in bed, I stroked myself off, thinking about feeling my mom's
beautiful, wide ass cheeks.  I imagined her bending over the kitchen
worktop for me, wriggling her butt, and letting me cum all over the
material of her pants.

   In my fantasy, I moved behind my mother and placed my hands on her fat
ass, squeezing and feeling all over her wide arse cheeks.  My mom responded
by saying "Oh, my son, what are you doing to your naughty mother?  That's
so good.  Feel mommy's tight, fat ass good."

   I kept on squeezing and feeling her.  I kissed around her ass through
the fabric of her pants.  Then, I reached under her and lifted her saree
and petticoat.  My mother's milky, white thighs were getting more and more
visible, and I kept staring at them.  Finally, I pulled my horny mother's
petticoat completely upwards.  She was wearing lace black panties.  I
revealed the milky flesh of her fat, ass cheeks in all their glory.  Her
black panties were drenched with moisture.  It was obvious that she was
very excited.  She was secreting juices from her lovely, moist vagina.  In
my fantasy, my dick was hard now, and she unbuckled my jeans and pulled it
out.  I started slapping it against the crack of my mom's ass, and then on
each cheek in turn.  Then, I placed the tip of my cock between the fleshy
cheeks and pushed them together, so they clamped over my shaft.  She didn't
allow me to enter her pussy, so I just rubbed myself in her ass crack,
using the flesh of her ass cheeks to rub against!  I continued thrusting
between my own mother ass cheeks, faster and harder, until I, finally, came
with a groan of pleasure.  I watched my cum fill her ass crack, and all
over her fat arse cheeks.

   I laid back and relaxed, enjoying the after-glow of another fantasy
about my mom's fat ass.  'If only it could become a reality' I thought to
myself.  I closed my eyes, and relaxed back on the bed.



   Next day I was listening some music in my room when the door bell rang.
I failed to hear the call given by Mom to see who was on the door.  When
door bell rang again she opened the door herself and received the post from
the postman.  Then she moved to my room and without telling me the reason
for her anger, she attacked me.

   "You were listening to music while I was shouting for help." She said

   "Well, Mom..." I tried to say something but she cut me short.

   "Don't give me 'Well Mom', you lazy lizard." She shouted

   "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I shouted back.

   "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" screamed Mom.

   "ALL YOU DO IS NAG!  NAG!  NNAAAAGGG!!!"

   She grabbed my arm and wrenched on it.  I stood up and started to go
past her but she immediately began yapping again.  "HOW DARE..." she
started to say.

   "SHUT UP!  I AM SO SICK OF YOU BOSSING ME AROUND!  I HAVE HAD A FUCKING
ENOUGH OF IT!"

   In anger she slapped my face.  I don't know what was different this time
than any other time but I suddenly whirled around and pushed her against
the wall.  I covered her mouth with my hand, pressed tight so she couldn't
move, and glared at her.

   It wasn't the shock on her face which was transforming to anger before
my eyes; it was something else I couldn't quite put a finger on.  An
uncomfortable feeling created a vacuum in my chest and I stepped back,
pulling my hand away from Mom's mouth.  She gasped for air, face flushed
and chest heaving, and would have been yelling at me if she didn't need to
breathe.  She was some upset.  I don't think I had ever seen such a weird
look in her eyes before.  Unsettled, I turned and walked briskly away.

   "Don't you ever do anything like that again.  Ever, you uncivilised
bastard!" Mom screamed.

   In my haste to escape I stumbled a little and said.  "Mm Sorry"

   "Wait 'til your father gets home.  He's going to get an earful and then
you'll be in for it.  You'll see.  Just wait 'til your father gets home."

   Thank God for small miracles dad was late that day.  I ran through the
kitchen and out of the house.  I could hear Mom yelling at me, still
talking about what would happen when my father got home.

   My hands.  I had held Mom so hard I could feel the press of her teeth in
my left palm.  God, had I hurt her?

   My forearm tingled.  Christ, how hard had I pushed her against the wall?
I replayed the scene in my mind.  I had used my arm to push Mom against the
wall.  Funny, I hadn't registered it then but playing the memory in my mind
I noticed how firm and plush her breasts were, substantial, like the ones
in the skin magazines I kept hidden under my bed.

   I wondered.  If Mom's tits felt like those, did they look that good too?
I pictured Mom's heaving chest, tits swelling and deflating as she gasped
for air.  I had never thought about Mom's tits before.  I did check out my
friends mom's when nobody was looking but I had never looked at Mom's
before.

   that night I sat in my room waiting for my Dad to come home, hoping he
didn't walk around the side of the house.  I searched for excuses for why I
had pushed Mom against the wall but came up short.  I heard the front door
open.  Dad was home.

   Oh crap, here it comes.

   I put my pajamas on so I could pretend I had gone to bed early and had
fallen asleep.  I waited for my father to bellow--something he never did
but I hadn't done anything like this before--for me to come downstairs but
heard nothing.  I went to the door and listened, my ear plastered against
it.  Still nothing.  Carefully, I opened it a couple of inches.  Nothing.

   I inched my way down the hall.  The TV was already on.  I stretched up
and craned my neck to peer over the edge of the stairs.  Dad's feet were
poking out from behind the wall where his chair was in the corner.  I could
hear the TV but Mom's wrath was absent.  She was probably waiting until his
favorite show because he would only half listen to her while it was on.

   I inched closer.  Mom was sitting on the couch.  I couldn't see her face
but her legs were visible from the knees down.  They shook in a rhythm that
told me she was knitting, something she often did when she was stewing
about something.  I knew she was building up a head of steam that, when the
time was right, would blow off in a long diatribe about what I had done.

   Finally the show ended and Dad stood up.  I faded back as they turned
the lamps off.  I slipped into my room and pulled the door closed but not
shut, panting and hoping they wouldn't come into my room.  Why hadn't I
pulled the door all the way closed?

   I knew Mom would tell Dad now, when they were getting ready for bed,
when he was close enough to reach my room in anger just a few steps away.
She was such a manipulator.  They were talking but the voices were too low
for me to hear what was being said.  Every muscle in my body was rigid and
each nerve tingled.  I awaited for the inevitable roar from my father and
the stomp of his feet toward my room, but nothing materialized other than
the low murmur of calm conversation.

   I opened the door a couple of inches and peered into the dark hallway
but couldn't hear the voices any better.  Within a minute the crack of
light shining under the door to my parents' room winked off.  There were no
more muffled words in the darkness that followed, just a rustling or two,
and then silence.  The house was dead quiet for about fifteen minutes and
then my Dad started to snore.  I crept back to my bed and eventually fell
into a fitful sleep.



   I was wary of Mom the next day.  I couldn't understand why she hadn't
told Dad.  She always did when she threatened to do so even though he
seldom did anything.  Mom started in on me at breakfast first thing the
next morning.  Dad was reading the morning paper while he absent-mindedly
nibbled at his toast and sipped his coffee.  Mom acted like the
picture-perfect housewife and mother, and I was the ideal son, speaking
only when spoken to and then politely.  Mom was dressed in a red saree and
white blouse.  The blouse had been tied in a knot below her breasts,
leaving her midriff bare.  Above her hips, the gap between the waistband of
the petticoat and her skin emphasized how juicy looking my mom was. 
Thankfully, neither Mom nor Dad saw me take that in as I walked behind her
to the table.  Soon she went to Kitchen and called me there.

   "Is that where this goes?" she said, pointing at the cheese grater I had
put in with the bowls.

   "Where what goes?" I asked, now thoroughly pissed.

   "This!"

   I walked over to the cupboard and looked at the cheese grater, then at
Mom, triumphantly standing in her smart-alec pose.

   "Is that where it belongs?  How many times..."

   I didn't hear her finish.  Her voice dwindled off to nothing but her
mouth kept yapping.  I looked down her body--the breasts shaking with
anger, the trembling belly--and felt a tingling glow surge within me,
spreading from the middle out to my head and toes.  I felt dizzy with a
strange sensation of power and the next thing I knew my hand was on Mom's
mouth, clamping it shut.  Her eyes widened and I leaned forward, pressing
my arm across the top of her breasts and pushing until her back arched over
the counter.

   "No," I hissed.  "It isn't where it's supposed to be.  Is it?" I
demanded.

   Mom's eyes flickered uncertainly and she looked scared.  She glanced
toward the living room where my father readin paper.  I shrugged and Mom
tried to twist away but I held her firm.  Only her face managed to turn
away.  I pressed my palm more firmly against her chin and pulled her face
back toward me.

   Not wanting my confusion to look like weakness, I looked into her eyes,
and warned, "Don't push me."

   I was buying time to think.  I wasn't upset about her yapping anymore
and I think she knew that.  I also think she knew I knew what I hadn't
known then but I sensed she didn't want to acknowledge what was really
happening any more than I did.

   "Let me go," she hissed.

   "No."

   "Vinyak," her voice was terse and harsh.  "No more games.  Let me go!"

   I let her go.

   Mom looked afraid but I didn't believe she was actually scared.  I
stared at Mom's flushed face and pouty lips and she looked back at me just
as intently.  Our eyes flicked back and forth and both of us breathed
unevenly.  My cock still pressed upon the triangle below the pout of her
belly.  Abruptly, I jerked myself away and walked briskly out of the
kitchen and half ran towards my room.  I beat a hasty retreat to my room,
refusing to touch my inflamed cock, and trying to will it into submission.
It wouldn't comply and I soon became nervous worrying it would incriminate
me if Mom sent Dad up to my room.  Again no such thing happened.

   ....

   In the evening when dad wad not at home mom had a frank talk with me. 
Mom had changed into a sleeveless orange blouse that blended nicely with
her fair skin and a brown saree.  She looked nice, as she should, in one of
her better outfits.  The blouse wasn't tight but I knew it would be hard
for me to keep my eyes off it anyway, knowing what was underneath.

   "I take it you don't want me to nag you."

   I shook my head, confused.  "Yes this is what I want."

   "Are you sure?"

   Her eyes twinkled again.  What the hell did she mean by that?  Of course
I didn't want her to nag me.

   "What?" I repeated, totally confused.

   "I thought you like it when I nag you."

   What the hell was she talking about?  Do Mom need someone to stand up to
her?

   I stared into Mom's sparkly eyes, trying to understand what was going on
behind them, but became even more confused.  Then I got angry thinking she
was laughing at me.  She was really pissing me off!

   What the fuck was going on?

   Dad arrived home shortly and the nagging started.  I couldn't believe
it! In an instant, the fantastic woman I had been with all afternoon
changed back to the mother I knew so well, the harping bitch.  She told Dad
I forget to do certain chore she asked me to do and instead watched a
football match.  It went on and on.  I was dumbfounded.

   /////

   One day mom received an invitation to attend the marriage of her niece
in another city.  The invitation was for all of us but dad apologised in
the last moment due to an important bussiness meeting.  Mom and me climbed
a bus one fine day but soon weather started to change.  It started raining
and with the passage of time it became too much heavy.  When water started
rising on roads, Peoples started leaving their cars on roads.  After
driving for nearly 3 hour we got struck in a village.  It was impossible to
move either way.  The bus driver advised all passenger to leave the bus and
take a safe shelter nearby.  In one hand I took the suitcase and in another
held the hand of my mom.  We started walking in the water.

   After reaching on a higher place we looked for an hotel.  There was a
small hotel in the vinicity but due to the situation it was full.  I went
to a shopkeeper and asked him to help.  He told me that he has one room on
roof of the nearby building where he lives, but asked for Rs 2000.  I said,
"Ok but show me the room."

   He took me there.  After having look at the room I paid for him.  The
room was nothing but just four walls and cheap carpet on the floor.  Only
good thing it had was that it was with attached bathroom.  I went back and
told her that "it will take some more time to get normal so I have rented a
room so let's go there".  She didn't say a word.  While going we bought
some food from the bazar.

   After entering the room mom had one look at the room.  I thought that
she might make a negative comment about the room but she said nothing.  She
was wet and her shape was visible through her saree.  "You're all wet
Mom....." I said as I stared at her.  "you'd better dry off."

   "Y-yes, I will." She mumbled,

   She removed some clothes from bag and went to take a bath.  When she
came out, she was wearing only a blouse and a petticoat.  I was looking at
her.  First time she was standing in front of me in that much less cloths.
Her breasts were looking prominent and round like two large sized mangos.
Her slightly prtruding tummy and a navel on it and below it those curves of
ass were looking so sexy that she was looking like goddess of love.  My
cock immediately hardened into granite despite signals from my brain
telling it to cease and desist.

   "You know how this weather makes me frightened" Mom said, as she came
out of the bathroom.

   "Don't worry I am with you." I said,

   "Thanks.  It'll be our little secret" Mom smiled,

   For some strange reasons mom decided not to wear a saree.  Her changed
personality was sending some wrong signals to my mind, She slowly looked up
and asked me to take bath.  I took some fresh cloths and went towards the
bathroom.  When I was having my bath my dick was erect all the time.  The
thought of maturbating was strong but then I heard a high pitched SCREAM.
It was from mom.  Wrapping a towel around my waist, I came out of the
bathroom.

   "SPIDER!" Mom shrieked, then jumped up onto me, throwing her arms around
my neck.

   I grabbed her body to hold onto her as she crushed her big tits against
my chest and looked down in the direction of the spider.

   "OH MY GOD I HATE SPIDERS!" She said.

   "Mom, its only aa small spider." I laughed.

   "Don't make fun of me.  You're suppose to protect me from these things."
She said.

   "Fine." I said, and let mom loose.  I picked up a shoe and quickly
stomped the spider.

   "There...dead spider.  Are you happy?" I asked

   "There's probably more." She said, in a little girls voice.

   "Do you want me to have a look around?" I asked.

   "No, I want you to hold me." She said and again grabbed me in her arms.

   This time the thought of an emergency situation was not there.  I
crushed mom to my chest.

   "You're father never holds me this way when I'm scared.  All I get is a
quick hug and off he goes." she complained.

   "Dad is not weak and You're not fat, but it does take a little strength
to hold a woman up like this." I remarked

   "Well, I'll tell you right now...if I see any more damn spiders I'm
gonna be clutching onto you like this" She said.

   "I could hold you like this anytime, mom.  For my entire life actually."
I said.

   "I just can't believe how much you've grown up." She said, with an
impressed gleam in her eye.

   "Does it surprise you?" I asked and pushed my solid part into her.

   "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.

   "holding you" I whispered

   We stood, both tense, with my cock rubbing her soft belly.  With one of
my hands I pressed her bubbly butt against me but my hand touched her
between the thighs and that produced a vehement reaction.

   "No!"

   Mom shoved my hand away so hard I started to lose my grip.  Quickly, I
repositioned both arms arpound her waist and a clamped her to me.

   "Vino, this has got to stop," she said,

   I wanted to, I should have, but I couldn't.  I was too far gone, having
lost control to my cock.  I was going to cum already!

   As my towel fell down as I struggled to get past her to the bathroom but
I didn't make it.  A rope of cum burst from my wagging boner and shot onto
Mom's dress.  Another wad of cum spurted from my roaring cock but this one
landed on her bare arm.  I bent my knees and threw my free arm around Mom's
waist, holding on as I crouched before her, jacking off into her.  I
groaned until the last gob shuddered out.

   "Oh god.  Mom.  I'm sorry." I gasped.  "I'm sorry."

   "You have ruined my dress." Mom pushed me away

   "You're so beautiful.  I couldn't help it," I cried.

   She fixed her blouse, and straightened her petticoat.

   "I have limited dresses, one is ruined by rain and now you ruined this,"
She was trying to show me the damage.

   "Take it off and wash it quicky." I said and moved to bathroom.

   As I went in she came after me and to my utter surprise started to take
her dress off right in front of me.  Filling a bucket with water she
dropped her dress into it and then she was stark naked.  She cleaned her
body a bit and then looked into the mirror.  She started ajusting her hairs
and rubbed her tummy absently with her lips slightly parted.  And guess
what, my cock started to grow again.  Now in our situation Mom knew as much
about the state of my cock as I did.  She was trembling.  I had a complete
look at her from top to bottom.  There was a dark patch of bush on her
cunt. I like woman's cunt with dark bush and it was like my desire.  Then
she made the mistake of pausing for a moment to turn around, I caught her
ankle.

   "Aaiiii!" she screamed, jerking her leg from my grasp.  I crashed her to
my body.  "What the hell do u think u r doing u creep" she screamed.

   "No more naging mom, Its the fucking time" I told her

   She screamed, "I'm your mother you bastard.  You're crazy.  Stop it
right now.  You're crazy.  "

   "Are you going to behave yourself Mother?" I asked with exaggerated
gentleness.  "Are you going to be a good compliant mother, and do as you're
told ...  or are you going to be a fucking miserable old bitch who needs to
be taught a lesson?

   I was on auto-pilot as I felt my stiff shaft brush against mother's cunt
lips.  I never felt my prick being so big and painful.  All I wanted to do
was to bury the rock-like shaft into a woman's wet, soothing cunt - my
mother's cunt.

   "FUCK you, Vino!" she screamed, "FUCK you, you son-of-a-bitch!  FUCK
you"

   I slowly slide into her wet vagina.  "Oh, no!  No you mustn't," she
pleaded but feebly.

   By now her mind was resisting but her body was pulsing in excruciating
arousal.  She was sobbing from a muddle of guilt and ecstasy.  She was so
delirious that it took her several seconds to realize that her son had
penetrated her.

   I leaned into her and kissed her on the lips as she tried to push me
away.  She struggled only briefly and then suddenly grabbed my shoulders
and returned a French kiss.  As we wondered down each other's necks.  I
could hear her whispering, "No, we shouldn't be doing this.  This is all
wrong..  We need to stop now...."

   "Do you want me to leave you hare and go back to home" I whispered

   "Because I refuse to fuck you, which is so wrong, you're going to punish
me like this?  How dare you!  You know it will kill me if you leave me here
alone!" She broke down in tears.

   "You want me to stop, Mother?"

   "No!  Don't...stop!" was all she could utter as she rolled her head from
side to side.

   I jammed it in all the way, burying myself into her well-lubricated
passage, my balls slamming against her ass.  She screamed out again and
again, her wails broken by gasps and sobs.  Her eyes were widely shut.  I
fucked my mother with powerful thrusts, making her cry out breathily with
the savagery of it.

   Then she yelled, "Fuck me Vinu!  Fuck me" It felt so good to be inside
her pussy and her muscles seemed to just pull me deeper.  I could feel her
cervix with my deep thrusts.  I didn't last long at all and soon she felt
me tightening and told me I was getting close and to ram it into her hard
and cum.  I lasted maybe 3-4 more thrusts, then I felt my first true
orgasm. It was awesome!  The sight or feeling of my cumming triggered one
deep in her and she squirted all over me.  I freaked out and tried to pull
out, but she reached around and pulled me deeper with all her strength, so
I thrusted with my still stiff cock, and she let out a loud scream.

   "Mother...you're all right?"

   "UUUNNNGGGHHHH!  You're killing me!"

   I came hard and fast.  When the last drops of incestuous love juices
dripped out of their connected genitals, mother and son disengaged and
rolled on their backs, side by side, both breathing heavily while relishing
the ecstatic aftermath of an incestuous union.

   After about an hour we were upon our bed.  In fact, I was starving and
she explained that was a sign of good, hot, sex.  We made sandwiches and
ate fruit, and I was surprised to see her just have juice and water.

   I was hard again within minutes.

   Mom got up, turned around and got on all fours and told me to fuck her
from behind.  She asked if I'd read about doggy-style,

   I said "Yes>"

   Mom said this is it and some women really enjoy it.

   As I mounted her from behind, it hit me, she was teaching me things as
we went along.  We fucked doggy style on the living room floor for several
minutes.  It didn't take long for her to cum and the feeling of her cumming
and squirting all over me again sent me into a frenzy.  Suddenly I started
driving her hard, pushing her across the floor.

   She was screaming "YES!  YES!  Fuck me baby!  Fuck me harder!"

   I pushed us all the way across the living room!

   Finally she grabbed the chair against the wall and I thrust her into it.
We both came and she flooded me and the floor.  We collapsed in each
other's arms and the floor and just held each other for several minutes.

   By the time we recovered it was well after 1 a.m.  Mom was tired and I
was a bit too, but I didn't want the night to end yet.

   I asked her if a man ever gave her oral sex.

   She said no, and I told her I wanted to try it and that she was tired
and wanted to go to bed.

   I reminded her of her promise to go all night.

   She said she needed a quick shower first to wake up a bit and that she'd
meet me in the bedroom.

   When we got up we could help but to notice our juices all over the
floor.

   We talked about sex over a late breakfast and she confessed that she
enjoyed being forced.  It was something new for her too.