Impregnating Mom or making mom mother again

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 I am a Man of 21 belonging to a well off indian family. I have a
swimmer's build; strong arms and shoulders, a deep chest, a flat
stomach with a narrow waist, and my legs are powerfully muscled.
I am Vinayak, called Vinu by my friends and family. I was only
eight when my father died and made my mom a widow. He left us
financially sound but my Mom Matrika knew nothing about business.
Mom's family feared that crook outsiders might take advantage of
the situation as my mom was only 27 then. She was forced to
remarry in order to protect the business.  The man she married
was a couple of years younger than her. His name was Suresh.  He
was a relative of us and owed favors to my dad. When he was
unemployed and wanted to start his own business, my father had
helped him get loans from the bank and set up his business.  But
it was his misfortune that he lost everything.  He used to stay
in our guest house. The failure had affected him mentally and he
wouldn't talk a lot.  Mom preferred him over others because he
was harmless and known.  When he was asked about the marriage, he
just nodded.  It seemed like it didn't matter to him.

 After the marriage I was sent off to the hostel to continue my
studies.  I would come back for holidays and my mom would be
happy to see me.  She could talk with me on almost any subject. 
We were quiet frank with each other.  At night I used to sleep in
my room, Suresh in the study and my mom in her room.  I was
cordial to Suresh as I felt bad for him.  He was stuck with us
for the rest of his life.  I never saw him talk too much to my
mom or be with her.

   My real story started when I completed my graduation and came
back to home for good.  Initially things were normal and Life was
going smooth.


Then one day I saw my mom sleeping on the sofa.  She was dressed
is a black sari with a black blouse, the contrast of her fair
skin upon her dark clothes was a sight to behold.  As she fell
asleep unintentionally the sari covering her chest slipped down,
exposing a part of her robust chest and down below, her midriff
too.  While one of her leg was dangling down and the other one
folded, her inner thighs were clearly exposed to any one's gaze
who was nearby.

   She was stretched out on the sofa totally lifeless and
unmindful when I saw her lying there totally exposed.  On getting
closer, I looked at her body and when my gaze fell upon her
exposed midriff, the most electrifying part of her body, I called
her loudly and she woke up.  She stretched and groaned, saying
that she was feeling tired for some reason.

   {Her breasts were firm and her face as fresh as an early
morning rose.}

   I sat near her and found her in a pensive mood.  I asked her
about her worry but she just said she had a head-ache.  I let it
be for the time being but after a few days she was still having
the same mood.  So I sat down with her in her room and told her
to tell me everything.  First she didn't say anything but after a
bit of coaxing she told me that her husband Suresh suddenly
wanted to have a child.

   An uncle of his died heirless and left some inheritance.  The
problem was that he left that inheritance for the child of
Suresh. The uncle perhaps wanted his family name to continue. 
Suresh himself won't get anything unless he has a child.  A
clause of will, however, allowed him to use the money as Attorney
on behalf of his child.  The business he was running was ours so
his desire to get his hands on something his own was
understandable.  I saw no harm in his desire to have a child. 
But what Mom told me next was something that I'd never heard her
say before.  She told me that Suresh and she never had a physical
relation.

   "He hasn't been near me for...for as long as...as long as I
can remember."

   Perhaps he was gay or impotent and she tolerated him due to
the pressure of society.  Realizing that he could never become a
father himself Suresh asked Mom to get pregnant by a sperm donar.
 All he wanted was a child that has his name as father. 
Naturally she refused but then he started weeping, requesting her
to fulfill his desire.  I was surprised that my mom was so open
about it.

   "Has he suggested anyone in particular for this purpose?"

   Mom blushed, "He wants the man to be of noble class."

   I told mom to let me think about the whole situation before
making a decision.  I thought of it the whole night and to me the
demand of Suresh didn't seem as irrational as it appeared
initially.  After all, Suresh deserved some kind of a life and we
owed something to him.  Next day I met Suresh and told him that
mom had taken me into confidence.  I asked him if he was truly
serious about wanting mom to have a baby.

   He said, "Oh, yeah!  Is she ready?"

   "Not yet, as a matter of fact she wants to visits some temple
before making a decision," I told him.

   "Temples, Heck what they can do in such a matter"

   "She thinks that she can seek some guidance from gods."

  "Listen boy take your mom to a docter and get his opinion
first" Suresh suggested.   "gods can be seen later."

   My mother was not sure she would be able to get pregnant at
her age. She was just over 40 though her face had no lines.  She
is fair with the characteristic sandalwood color of an
antharjanam (as Namboothiri Brahmin women are known as), 5'3''
tall, longhaired, average built with nose ring. She was a big
believer in makeup and her lavish mascara and eyelashes created a
sexy movie screen siren look.  I never noticed any of this,
though, being a 'good little boy'.

   Entering the clinic, we found a voluptuous nurse sitting at
the reception.  When she saw us she smiled and asked for our
names.  Mom told her we had an appointment so the nurse excused
herself to tell the doctor we were here.  When she was going to
the other room, I noticed that she was pregnant as her belly was
prominent in front of her.

   As we entered, we were greeted by a tall old man.  He was bald
at the crown of his head with salt and pepper hair all around his
head.  As mom settled in a seat near him he began asking intimate
questions about my mom's sex life and her periods.  What was the
date of her last period? When had she had her last sex?  Any
other symptoms?  Any other illnesses?

   As mom had difficulty answerin those question I decided to
leave but the Doc asked me to stay.  I think he took me as her
husband.  After the questioning he asked mom to lie down on the
bed for the physical check up.  As mom lay down on the bed,
doctor started checking her eyes, tongue and boobs.  He reached
inside her bra with his stethoscope and asked how they had been
feeling tender, sore or swelled.  When he finished examining her
breasts he turned to the chart and wrote his finding down.

   He then asked her to lift her sari.  To my surprise mom not
only lifted her sari up but also the petty-coat.  She closed her
eyes very tightly and also kept her both thighs as close as
possible.

   "I need to take a look down here.  Would you like me to remove
your under garments?"

   "Ok," she said quietly.

   He slowly peeled off her panties and she raised her bottom as
he pulled them past her legs.

   "Just drop your knees please," he said, an edge of tension
creeping into his voice.

   And there it was, in all its beautiful, feminine, aromatic
glory.  I felt an electric wave running in my body and my cock
become semi erect. The doctor started having a look at her cunt
and I too got a glimpse of it. Her cunt is clearly shaven and
resembled a split apricot.  This was really a very embarrassing
situation for me as my cock was now fully erect and a bulge was
appeared on my pent.  He pushed her knees back up towards her
shoulders to get a better view, and her lips parted as he did so.

   Placing his index finger at her opening, he gently wiggled it
to widen it.  "Doctor," she breathed.

   "You may feel a pinch," he warned, but knew that she would
not.  He could already see her glistening.  He slowly pushed his
finger inside

   Finally He removed his fingers, took off his gloves and
prescribed the medicine for ovulation.  Mom stood up and adjusted
her dress.



Just after two days we got the good news that Mom can get
pregnant. I went to tell this to Suresh. He was more happy than
any of us. Clearing his throat, he leaned forward a little and
stared directly into my eyes.

"Do you know what I have in my Mind"

"No. I mean please go ahead."I said

"I want you to be the donar." he said,

"Uh...I'm sorry..." I was shocked.

"You can be donar yourself" I tried to convince him.

"I am not fit for it" he replied

"I read an article somewhere about advancements in fertility
t...treatments. Work they are doing in laboratories...test
tubes..."

He thought for a while and then said, "There isn't any way for me
to do the job. You are my only hope."

"BUT..... why only me?" I asked.

"Firstly I want the baby to be of good blood and second the
wealth will remain in the family."

"How...I don't..." My tongue was nonresponsive. "I don't know
Suresh. What do you want? Do I put it in a glass or something
and...and it gets inserted with some sort of...instrument? I
can't even believe I'm having this conversation."

"No." his voice was soft but sure. "No instruments. No glasses.
No beakers. I.. think that it will be more effective if you do
it...um...the normal way."

I felt my heart surge and my blood began running hot. I wasn't
the sharpest pencil in the box but even I could deduce what he
was saying. The son of devil wanted me to fuck Mom. He wanted me
to have sex with her and knock her up. I felt my dick twitch
mightily in my pants.

Looking at me he continued, "If you're worried about the baby,
don't. I'll love it as though it was my own, like I love you,
Son. You'll have no responsibility other than maybe that of an
older brother.

"have you told this to Mom?" I asked nervously.

"Yes"

"How does she reacted."

"well she was reluctant initially but on my request she agreed."

"What?" I wanted to scream with happiness even though my nerves
were shot through and through.

"I have a few questions that need answers."

"Of course, Son, go ahead. I'll answer them as best I can."

 "What...um...rules are there? What is the plan?"

Suresh laughed. "I'd like it if you both wore clothes, and kept
the lights off. You don't have to do...anything but the act and
if you use the lubricant I bought to help, you shouldn't have a
problem. The only thing I really want is to be left in the dark."

"Last, you have to tell me that no matter what, you won't change
how you think about me. I'm willing to help you out, but not if I
lose you in the process."

He was quiet for a long time and then responded. "Thank you, Son.
That means a lot to me. I can promise you that won't happen.
Besides your mother, you mean more to me than anything else in my
life and that isn't going to change."

I wanted to play it cool, too. I needed to pretend to be shocked
and delay things. I took a rain check. "Do you need an answer
now? Can I think about it for a bit?"

"Of course."  he was asking me to impregnate Mom and acting like
I'd be doing him a huge favor.


I just need time to digest such a heavy request. I left him with
his nasty thoughts. Just thinking about fucking my mom was enough
to wake up my little boner and made him try to bust out of his
confinement and I was forced to my dingy little 'bathroom' to
quiet him down. From my limited perspective a pussy was always
preferable to using my hand regardless of the woman it was
attached to.

After taking care of business, I lay there planning how I'd
proceed. I figured I'd wait a day or two. To me Mom always looked
fresh and collected. I never saw her look disheveled or
exhausted. Ever. I remember the sense of pride I felt when she'd
walk with me to the elementary school. Her hair and makeup was
always impeccable, her clothing always looked stylish regardless
of what she wore, and she made all the other mothers look old and
tired. What was really funny about being asked to impregnate Mom
was that, despite living under the same roof for 21 years, I
never once saw her naked. I never even saw her in so much as a
bra and panties. When I finally did drift off to my dream world,
though, Mom was completely naked and abandoned her grace and
dignity for wanton wickedness that made my little buddy wake up
again.


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The next two days were lost to me. I just could not concentrate.
Mom danced through my mind every few seconds and the bulk of my
nights trying to imagine how Mom and I would go. She haunted me
morning, noon, and night and I couldn't shake her.

Finally I met mom in her room and we had some candid
conversation. I told her what Suresh was asking me to do. She was
blushing while listening. The look in her eyes was warm and
loving. Except for the tremble in her fingers she appeared calm
and in control of her emotions.

"I'm happy you agreed to do this for us." she said with some
difficulty.

"So, what is the plan?" I asked

She started blushing and looked down at her hands. "Well...I
thought we could operate on a schedule. If you're up to it I
think three times a day; once in the morning, once around noon,
and once more in the evening. Do you think that is too much?"

I shook my head. "No, I should be able to handle that with no
problem. Do you want to...uh...get started now?"

Mom's head slowly moved from side to side. "I think at noon. I
want to get on the schedule from the start."

I nodded but didn't say anything. My dick was already getting
hard.

"What I'd like is to get into bed before you come in the room.
The shades will be pulled and the lights will be off. I'll wear
my nightgown and you can wear a tee shirt. We'll be under the
covers. You'll see, honey, it'll be as...as...disconnected as it
can be." Mom's words were clipped and rapid fire, as if she'd
practiced the speech many times before.

I grinned easily at her. "Sure. Say, do you mind if I take a
shower...before."

"Of course not."

I could help admiring the way her blouse was molded to her
breasts. She was wearing a very thin sari and looking very sexy.
She was utterly gorgeous and I loved the coral shade of her
lipstick and fingernail polish. I thought the subtle touch of her
eye shadow worked well; not too garish or loud. Her makeup was
always immaculately applied.

{Her breasts were firm and her face as fresh as an early morning
rose.}

In my room I took my shower. Five minutes before noon I sprang up
when Mom called down the flight of stairs. "Honey, it's time.
Give me five minutes and come to my room."

It is amazing how long five minutes can seem. I paced anxiously
from the living room to dining room to kitchen and back. Should I
strip down to my birthday suit before entering her room? Then I
remembered she wanted a tee shirt. I literally ran to my old
bedroom and rummaged through the bureau until I found an old
shirt that was still somewhat presentable even if it was a touch
too small for me.

I pulled off my jeans and socks and sweatshirt and tossed them
into the hallway. Pulling the chartreuse tee over my head, I
looked at myself in the mirror. I might have been a little vain,
but I thought I looked good under the circumstances. The erection
that tented my boxers and pushed up out of my waistband was long
and thick and I was so excited it actually hurt.


When the wall clock downstairs announced the noon hour my heart
was hammering in my chest and my hand shook when I raised it and
lightly tapped on the door with my knuckles.

"It's open." Mom called out. Her voice sounded like she was being
strangled.

I quickly pushed open the door and slipped inside, closing it
behind me. Mom and Dad's bedroom was almost completely dark. If
it wasn't for the slivers of light that leaked around the drawn
shades over the windows it would have been inky. As it was, I
could see the queen sized bed in the center of the room and Mom
laying on the right side beneath the heavy comforter, the edge of
the blanket tucked under her chin.

I froze. I couldn't make myself move. My body wouldn't respond to
the screams in my head. What was wrong with me? This was what I
had dreamed of for so long and my body was short circuiting. It
wasn't until I heard her voice that I was able to move to Dad's
side of the bed. I "It's going to be f...fine, darling. You'll
see. I'm just a woman. You're just a man. Don't think of me as
your mother." Her words were soothing and calming.

I didn't think I'd be doing that. I reached down and peeled back
the cover and sheet and clumsily climbed into bed with her. For
many minutes we lay in silence. I was sure she could hear my
heart beating erratically. I was sure she could hear the voices
in my head as loudly as I could.

Mercifully, Mom took charge. She reached out from beneath her
cocoon and retrieved a small tube of lubricant from her
nightstand and handed it to me. I was strangely relieved to see
her hands were shaking, too.

"Take off your shorts. Use this to...to lubricate yourself." Her
voice sounded only vaguely like Mom. "It's going to be alright, I
promise."

I wasn't sure whether she was trying to calm me or herself. I
reached down and pushed my boxers down my legs and kicked them
off onto the floor. Mom fumbled beneath the blanket and I knew
she was pulling her nightgown up north of her hips and then
removing her panties. I made a show of trying to achieve an
erection for Mom's benefit; she didn't need to know I was warm
steel almost from the moment I pulled my car into the garage.

She watched intently when I extracted both arms and unscrewed the
cap of the K-Y Jelly and then squeezed out a liberal amount onto
the fingers of my left hand. My eyes had adjusted to the dark
considerably and I could watch her eyes narrow when I reached
down and slathered the clear jelly over my heated flesh.

Mom's hair was down and fanned out on her pillow. Her color was
high and she was sans makeup. She was as beautiful as I'd ever
seen her.

"I'm ready." I choked. My heart felt like it was being squeezed
in a vice.

"It's alright, then." She sounded like I felt. "Roll up and climb
between my legs. Use your elbows to support your weight."

"Are you really sure about this, M...Mom?" I asked shakily. "I
mean...it's not too late..."

"I'm sure." She whined through clenched teeth.

I forced myself to do as she directed. She flinched when my leg
brushed one of her splayed legs. I looked down at her face. In
the near dark I could see her eyes were mere slits and her
nostrils were flared. She was biting her lower lip. I pushed
forward with my hips and we both grunted when my swollen helmet
contacted her dense pubic hair. I was just going to use my
instincts and put all the knowledge I had from books and movies.

I knew what I was doing, but it felt so alien I kept missing the
mark. Mom finally violated one of her 'rules' and reached down
between us to lightly grip my cock with her hand and position me
at her entrance. Her eyes popped open wide and I felt her briefly
finger my thickness as if 'seeing' me with her digits.

"Oh my..." She whispered as she moved me into position. "You're
not a little boy anymore."

She nodded up at me and we both cried out gutturally when I
slowly pushed down and forward with my hips and my lubricated
knob pushed inside her. I paused briefly, with just my glans
inside her pussy, and watched her face. Clinical, my ass.

I gently eased into her ever so slowly. I am pretty sure we could
have got the job done without the lubricant -- she was wet with
excitement. Deeper and deeper I pushed, reveling in the exquisite
sensation of finally fucking Mom. She was tight and hot and felt
delicious. Her body was quivering and she was breathing in short,
gasping bursts.

We spoke not a word. Not then. I had a job to do and I only
wanted to feel. I wanted to feel the silkiness of her vaginal
tissues around me. I wanted to feel how she squeezed at me as I
sank into her. I wanted to feel the utter, complete power of
taking what she was freely giving me. Regardless if my mission
was to get her with child, I was fucking Mom.

Then, with one last little wriggle of my hips I was completely
inside her. I could feel my glans nudging against her cervix and
my testicles lying heavy against her ass. My face was about six
inches above hers and I could feel her warm, moist breath on my
chin. She held me at the shoulders, her fingernails digging deep.

Instinctively I knew to wait for her signal and I was in no hurry
in any case. I was in heaven. My cock was where I'd only dreamed
of it being and I wanted the moment to last the rest of my life.

When I felt her fingers relax their death grip on my shoulders
and she looked up at me and bobbed her head, I pushed up with my
knees and couldn't help grimacing as my erection slid almost
entirely out of her. I paused for a second and then slowly pushed
it back in. Mom only gasped.

 "I'm inside you, mother," I said in a reassuring tone.  "Where I
belong."

 "Oh God...darling...darling...it's...oh God oh God..." was all
she uttered


   I rested for a long moment, buried within the place of my
birth and then repeated the stroke, saying nothing, but both
groaning together in the mind-numbing ecstasy.  It was too good
to stop-- I couldn't stop, and I knew too that she didn't want me
to either.

I found a long, slow tempo with my hips and methodically began
sliding in and out of her pussy. On each down stroke I wriggled
my hips ever so slightly and grinned inwardly at the way Mom's
eyes widened each time I did. In and out of her drenched vagina I
worked my cock. There was no longer any doubt that her body was
responding to the stimuli because her pussy was making a wet
slurping sound with every withdrawal and I hadn't used that much
jelly.

She was fighting the feelings but they showed in her hooded and
lust-filled eyes. They showed in the way she bit her lip. They
showed in the gasping cries that leaked from behind clenched
teeth.

"I'm c...coming, Mom..." I whimpered weakly as I continued
working my cock in and out. "I can't help it...gonna come..."

She tried to encourage me but her words were slurred and
unintelligible. The only thing I understood was "Yesssss..."

As she felt the first thump of my sperm hit the top of her vagina
she gave a long wailing cry. "Ahhhh. Ohhhhhh."


   The way she received my seed in her made my cock harden again
inside her. I rolled her over onto her back, and with her legs
raised and spread wide I took her again, my penetrations into her
semen filled tunnel causing slurping sounds.

   I'd been struggling to hold back my orgasm but failed.  Sperm
rushed up my length and burst into her.  I lost control. I slid
my penis as deeply into her body as I could and pushed up onto
clenched fists as my load boiled up from my balls and erupted
deep into her belly. I screamed exultantly as my semen poured
into her as my cock jerked over and over, flooding her womb with
my hot syrup.

I tasted blood and smelled smoke as explosions of pure energy
detonated in my head and bolts of electricity blasted over and
through me. My body seized and jerked and shuddered as the single
greatest orgasm of my life wracked my mind.

Finally my orgasm gradually faded leaving me as weak as a child.
My body still tingled lusciously as I collapsed heavily onto Mom
and lay enveloped in her arms. I knew, then, what Heaven was
like. I have no idea how long I lay on Mom. It was long enough
for my flaccid dick to slide wetly from her vagina. It was long
enough for me to realize that my fantasies were nothing compared
to the real thing.

When I floated back to reality Mom still held me lightly at the
hips. She lightly bussed the side of my neck over and over and
she was humming an old love song. I sluggishly raised my head and
looked down at her where she was beaming happily.

"Hi." She whispered.

"Hi yourself." I blushed. "Oh my God..."

"Uh-huh..." Her perfect lips curled up at the corners. "See, that
wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Holy shit!" I blurted. "Wow..."

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'" She slid her hands up and pushed up
lightly on my shoulders.

I felt drunk as I struggled to roll off her. In the near dark I
couldn't see anything beneath the covers anyway, but I still
tried to look at the treasure between her legs.

She playfully slapped my arm when she saw me trying to eye her
naughty parts and pulled the covers down onto her as I lay back
on Dad's side of the bed. "Stop that, pervert. I'm still your
mother."

She smiled at me lovingly. "You need to scram. You're basically
free until 8 tonight for our next session."

I nodded and rolled out of bed and hunted for my blue and white
stripped boxers. "I have a requst Mom"

"Yea my dear"

"Will you wear a bridal dress, I mean just like a newly married
bride."

"I dont know whether I had any such  dress but I will try"

"Thank you"

As I walked to the door I looked back at Mom who was looking at
me intently through the poor light. I could only see her head
poking above the comforter and she completely captured my h


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In my room I took some nap and then seached net for sex manuals.
I learned a trick or two for lasting long. In the evening the
clouds gathered and rain started to pour. I took some food to
enhance my energy. It really was absurd. If I had wrote a
screenplay about just such a scenario and tried to sell it to
Hollywood I would have been roundly told it was a ridiculous
plotline. Mothers don't have sex with sons in an effort to get
pregnant. It just didn't happen. But it was happening and it was
real and I couldn't wait until the clock ticked the appointed
hour. By 8 O clock I was knocking door othe roon belonging to my
mother.

Inside the bedroom only a night bulb was on. It took some time
for my eyes to adjust. What I saw was very amusing. Mother was
wearing a red and gold Dacca muslin saree. The red spaghetti-back
blouse with its plunging neckline, that showed off the swell of
her milk white breasts, had of course been a dick raiser. At each
of her wrists was a jangle of bangles -- all gold and diamond and
on her slender neck she wore a delicate collar made of gold chain
mail, encrusted with tiny diamonds. Balancing this collar was an
unusual necklace -- made in the shape of two intertwined snakes
of gold that came together -- hood to hood -- on her breasts. One
hood was crowned by huge white diamond while the other an even
larger blood red ruby.

"Matrika ... would you please reveal yourself in your pristine
nudity?"

"I need your touch to shed these layers of modesty ..."

"So let me begin with this saree of yours ..."

I picked up the anchal in my hands and went around Mom in an
counter-clockwise fashion until all 22 yards had been unwrapped
and discarded on the floor -- and Mom stood in her fancy lace
petticoat and blouse. The blouse was next, followed by the bra. 
I looked at mother's tits as they hardened - I stepped up behind
her and cupped her tits in my hands, squeezing them gently and
nuzzling at the nape of her neck --

"Let me let loosen you hair ..." and before she knew, Mom's
coiffure for the evening had dissolved into a glorious mane of
cascading silkiness that stretched all the way to her butts. And
then my hands dropped down to her waist and released the cords of
her petticoat which dropped away and the triangle of her pubic
bush came into view. It was as if a fairy herself had chosen to
leave her clothes behind on the stars and had come down to earth
dressed only in the light of the full moon! But wait, she was not
totally naked because at her throat glistened the choker, on her
breasts bobbed a hooded snake and at her wrists were winking the
diamonds embedded in her clinking bangles!

"That is fine .... Your biggest fan is waiting for you .." I said

"You can take your dress off."


While I was undressing she moved to her bed. I crawled over her,
there was no sound in the room. She pushed her tit flesh to my
mouth.  I considered my self as a child hungry for mom's milk and
I sucked hard.  My wife ran her fingers in my hair and pulled me
closer to her boobs.I sucked her for some time and my sucking
made her horny.  She was crying hoarsely, "Does that taste like a
mother?".  I didn't said anything because I was busy tasting that
peculiarly sweet flavor of the female nipple, although I did
silently agree, she did taste like a mother.

   I grabbed her body and clung to her in a hug and ran my hands
all over her familiar frame, her chute being my favorite part. 
Mom placed her hand on my cock, opened my zip and pulled my pants
down and exclaimed" COME OUT MY SWAMI COCK, YOU ARE MY SWAMI. 
VINU YOU ARE MY HUBBY BUT YOUR LUND IS MY SWAMI, MY CHOOT IS YOUR
SLAVE," She rubbed her hands up and down my cock, peeling its
skin and running her finger tip on its sensitive head which had
spat a drop of pre cum on her hand.  She masturbated my cock
calling it by its new name," Swami" I too ran my hands on her wet
pussy and then lowered my lips to kiss it in adoration.  My mom
bride opened her thighs to my mouth.  `Let me savour your cunt,
your holy juices.  You son has sucked your tits, let him eat your
yoni, your cunt, your choot, let me taste the nector of yor
choot,"

   She was lost to the world and so was I.  She was wife, mother,
slut and bitch at the same time .  I ate her pussy and drank her
salty juices. "Mommy is all wet and set for a hot fuck session
Swami, my fucker, my son my hubby, your slut is ready for your
pussy wrecker,"

   In my excitement I bit her cunt lips and soon she was urging
me to fuck her, to become her suhag, to make her ptregnant, to
make her mother of my child.  I mounted her as she spread for her
husband.  Her cunt welcomed me as her hubby and my cock was into
her choot in one go.  She breathed in quickly and said.  "Yessss,
fuck me.  You are my swami, my hubby.  I am all wet and ready for
you.  Quench the fire in my choot with your lund, mere swami. 
fuck your wife you bastard, my cunt is hungry for your lund,"

   I sucked on her tits and rammed my cock into her choot
feverishly and she raised her ass to meet my thrusts.  Her choot
was all soft and wet against my cock which I was working in her
cunt like a piston.


"Oh...oh...oh my...oh...oh yesssss...oh..." She moaned in an
elegy of illicit lust that punctuated every thrust of my hips.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh my b...baby..."

For her part, I could tell Mom was coming apart. Her head lolled
back and forth on her pillow as we fucked, and her hands clutched
at me. I had spread my arms and allowed my upper body to lower
and thrilled at the sensation of her breasts pressing against my
chest, even if it was through two layers of fabric.

Ever so slowly I increased the speed of my thrusting. The
slurping of her pussy sucking at my cock sounded as hot as it
felt. Beneath her whimpering I could hear Mom's cries of passion
and knew she was not at all clinical.

She reached around me and clutched at my lower back, pulling me
against her in time with my movements. I sensed her pulling her
legs up then she was pushing her groin up to meet each down
stroke. I was getting close and tried to prepare myself but
before I came, Mom did. It was amazing. Her head snapped back on
her neck and she screamed shrilly, her fingers gouging into my
back. Her body arced beneath me and almost pitched me off of her
and then I felt her vaginal muscles contracting hard on my penis.

My orgasm snuck up on me and I bellowed at the top of my lungs
when my balls exploded. I slammed myself as deeply as I could
inside her pussy and came apart. I yelled and shuddered over her
as my come percolated up and spewed into her womb. It felt like
the purest bliss I'd ever known. Over and over I jerked inside
her as wad after wad of semen poured into her.

   I'd been struggling to hold back my orgasm but her invitation
ended that. Sperm rushed up my length and burst into her.  She
must have felt it because she gave a long wailing cry,
"Ooooowaaaa..."

   I pounded my seed into her until I'd emptied myself.  Her
movements had slowed and she was breathing heavily and gasping,
"I love you...I love you...I need you..." until her cries faded
and her movements ceased.  At 4:14am that night, something woke
up both of us.  Not seeing anyone, we stared briefly into each
other's eyes, kissed.  I said, "I love you, mom." Unknown to us,
at 4:14am, mom had conceived.  I'll never forget when I laid down
to sleep, she whispered in my ear "Sweetie, you made your mother
pregnant.  I feel it inside...  you did it."


"Do you know you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in
my life?" I said sincerely as I tried to memoize every detail of
her nakedness.

She simply smiled happily and replied, "Thank you."

"You are, you know." I didn't feel at all strange being naked in
front of her and she didn't seem to mind our new arrangement
either. "You look better than any actress I've ever seen."

"You're serious, aren't you?" She rolled onto her side and
pitched the semen soaked tee shirt to the floor in the general
direction of her hamper.

"Absolutely." I lay down on my side facing her and reached out
and lightly brushed her arm with my fingers. "You're perfect in
every way."

Mom caught my hand and laced her fingers with mine and raised it
to her mouth and lightly kissed each of my fingertips. "That is
nice to hear, darling. You make me feel good about myself saying
such things from a young man like you. Your father...he...he
takes me for granted sometimes."

I stretched to look over her shoulder and saw it was 1:10 PM. I
was exhausted and needed a nap but I didn't want to leave her
side until she made me. "He's crazy, Mom. If I had a woman like
you I'd make certain she knew, in no uncertain terms, exactly
what I thought of her every single day."

"You're going to make some girl really lucky someday, honey." She
extracted her fingers from mine and pushed on my chest. "You need
to scram, though. I need to shower and you're filling my head
with sweet lies that make it difficult to think."

Debating whether to push to join her, I instead opted for that
nap that was calling me. I bounced out of bed and tracked down my
boxers and watched as she walked to her dresser for clean clothes
and seemed completely nonplussed that I was watching her
intently.

"I think I'm going to go lie down for a couple of hours." I
resisted the urge to follow her to the master bath. "I'm beat."

She smiled at me over her shoulder and blew me a kiss with a
flourish. "That sounds good. You need to rest up for session
number three."

I laughed as I caught her kiss and opened the door and as I did
she pointedly wiggled her butt at me.



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My sole reason for being born was to please women and she might
have been my mother but she was a woman. It is possible to tell
how and when I fucked mother but I want to cut the story short.
Although mom believed that she was pregnant But wanted to make it
absolutely sure before taking a pregnancy test. One day she broke
the big news to me,

"I need to tell you something." She held up her hand and tried to
be serious. "I'm pregnant."

I froze. I felt my heart stop beating and I know my eyes popped
open. "You're...you're...pregnant?"

She smiled happily and clapped her hands in excitement. "Uh-huh.
Well, I'm not 100 percent certain. I haven't been to the doctor
yet to confirm it, but I'll bet anything I have that one of your
little swimmers found the mark."

"Mom..." I was floating in the enormity of her announcement. "Are
you sure?"

"I've had bouts of morning sickness the last couple of days, but
more importantly, I'm late. And I'm never late. You can set your
watch by my menstrual cycle. Trust me, I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God!" I yelled. "I don't know what to say."

Mom nodded and stood up and walked to me to slide her arms around
my waist. "Just say you're happy and the rest will work itself
out."

"I'm happy." I hugged her tight, "I'm freaking ecstatic, Mom. I'm
overjoyed."


   Watching my mother's belly swell with our child became the
wind beneath my wings...  I honestly felt like mom had gotten
younger with her pregnancy...  she glowed with a maternal
radiance I found so damn sexy... her hair grew longer and her
already deep tan just got darker and sexier. The feeling I would
get in my stomach, looking at the woman who gave me life, all
knocked up and pregnant was something few words can describe.  I
did this to her...  ME.  It's a pride I wish more men could
understand, but perhaps most if it was just because she is my
flesh and blood mother.

   On the wonderful day of delivery, both Suresh and I were in
the OR for the occasion.  I looked totally natural waiting there,
my age appearing to be close to my amazingly youthful looking
mother.  Her 'old man', on the other hand, was completely out of
place.  He was stunned and mortified when a male doctor asked him
`out' taking him as her 'father' (telling him that she wanted
this private moment to be alone with her 'husband' i.e.  me).

   "I've always wanted this," she said.  "Someone who wanted me
to be the mother of his child."

   "I'm a father," I gasped.

   "You are rather stating the obvious darling," mother said,
"but don't worry nobody knows that you're the father." .

To my surpris Remesh was as happy as us. "So what do you want
from me, son?" He asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean anything, money, car or a trip."

"Well a car will be fine." I said but in my heart I wanted to say
please give my mom to me.


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My mom's behavior had certainly changed. I was becoming certain
to me that not only I was lusting her but she was also in the
same boat and she also perhaps was lusting me. We both were horny
as hell and wanted to make it to a real fuck, but also wanted to
make it easy and natural way. So both of us were pretending as if
we are against sex but we have to do it because of her condition
after delivering the baby. One day when mom was lying in her bed
I asked,

"So, where do we go from here, Mom? We're in love with each
other, that much is clear, but what now?"

She shrugged her shoulders and wrinkled her forehead. "I don't
know. I haven't had a great deal of time to think about it, but
everything has changed, that much I do know."

"I sort of feel sorry for Suresh." I brought my hands behind my
head and looked up at the ceiling.

"Don't feel sorry for him, honey." Mom curled her legs up under
her and leaned against me. "At least don't feel anything for him
that you wouldn't feel for a total stranger."

"But..."

She reached out and shushed me with a finger to my lips. "Listen
to me, Vinu, you don't really know Suresh. I know you think you
do, but you don't." She snorted and looked off into her memory.
"Sure, he was always there for you to play ball with or sitting
in the bleachers when you played cricket, and I think he loves
you in a warped sort of way, but the man never does anything for
others unless he can get something for himself."

"But you two seem so good together." I was starting to feel
confused.

Mom laughed and it wasn't at all pleasant. "Every time I want to
talk he shuts down. He's emotionally empty...vacant. He married
me for wealth and wanted me to get a baby for wealth. " She read
my thoughts and continues. "I stayed for you. The last two years
I've been planning on leaving."

"Wow!" My head was spinning, "I never knew."

"But now he knows a little secret of mine. I have to struck with
him."

"using him as a shield, you mean"

She grimaced and wet on, "If I'm happy he can go on like he
always has, play acting the dutiful husband and putting up a
façade for the outside world to see. If you want to see what I
mean, tell him we've been still enjoying ourselves and see how he
reacts."

"I'm sorry, Mom." I said simply.

"I'm not. Not now. I've been waiting for love for my whole life,
I think. I've wanted only to be loved; who knew it would be my
own son who'd be my answer?"