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 Love Potion Mistake

   Man, I have a mother you wouldn't believe.  She used to scold me on my
small-small mistakes but still I loved her.  I loved her not the way a son
loves his mother but the way a man loves his woman.  As a child I had no
sexual thoughts about mother but as I entered teens everything changed.

   Hell-O, I am Pujara.  One day, when I was about thirteen and just
starting to realize my cock was growing and there was such a thing called
sex I came home from school early with a sore throat.

   I entered the house quietly and heard noises coming from the living
room. I crept up behind the big planter and looked down into the living
room -- and immediately froze.

   Mother was on the top-riding him, in a stooping position.  Dad's long
slender cock stood straight up from his balls and she bounced on it and I
was amazed to see it disappear up her, and then slide out again and again.
Her ass cheeks where like jello and her breasts were jiggling a mile a
second.  Dad wasn't saying a word, just moaning like a sick man.  Mom was
shouting all kinds of obscenities, like.  "FUCK THE JUICE OUT OF ME!" and
"ANOOP, YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG PRICK!" I could not believe what I was seeing!
I was sweating and my heart was beating.

   All sorts of things raced through my mind -- was that how I was
conceived?  Just a week before, my parents had sent me to my room without
supper for saying "Harami" (bastard) to someone.  And look what they were
doing on that floor?

   All of sudden everything became chaotic as if the world was going to end
or they would explode - he finally came - in a loud moan he held on to her
ass cheeks and he shot his furious load into my mom.  Seeing my parents
having such pleasure, I wanted to find a woman like Mom whom I could fully
satisfy like Dad did and she, me.

   Mom was a fair plump woman, with shapely boobs, large thighs and huge
sexy buttocks.  She was plump, but not too heavy.  Most of her excess
weight had settled in her breasts and her waist.  She has very long hair
and big sexy lips.  Saris always look good on her and with long black hair
half way down her back she looked like the Goddess herself.

   Dad ran a string of furniture showrooms and warehouses, and you never
knew when he was going to be home.  My dad worked sometimes sixty hours a
week.  My mom stayed home and kept the house up, raised me and made sure I
had all I needed.

   She was very strict in her religious behavior and she was busy in puja
more often than necessary.  She used to visit temples frequently and meet a
saint (swami) called Hramu baba, which lived 40km away from us.  She used
to visit the swami every month without fail.  I saw her touch his feet and
beg for forgiveness at smallest of mistakes.  Mom would address him Bapuji
(father) and he used to call her Rani Beti (daughter).

   Some time during the night I had a dream.  Mom was riding Dad and crying
out "Fuck me with your beautiful cock, Anoop.  Fill me up with it and cum
in my pussy.  It needs your love, let's make a baby."

   "Yesssss, Raniii.....ma, here it comes......my love juice....filling
your yoni up", cried Dad, "Let's make our baby".

   "Anoop....Ahh......am cumminggg on your cock, am making our baby,"
screamed Mum, as they exploded together.

   Mum lifted herself off Dad's cock and sat on Dad's chest.  She opened
her pussy lips and told Dad with so much love "Look Anoop, look inside my
yoni, there's our baby, do you see it?"

   "Yes, Rani, I see our baby", replied Dad looking inside Mum's love
tunnel.

   I looked into the tunnel - And saw myself staring back at me.

   I awoke to the sun's rays peeking through some openings in the wooden
windows of my room.  At breakfast table I find it hard to look at my mom. I
sat across from her and admired her.  Around her neck, she wore a thin gold
chain and a manglesutra (a thread tied around a woman's neck by her husband
on her wedding day).  She had a pair of lovely earrings and a matching nose
ring too.  She looked beautiful, a living goddess -- An image of those
enticing lips wrapped around Dad's thick cock last night flashed across my
mind.

   After that day when I saw my parents going at it on the living room
floor, I had a perverse desire to watch it again -- and I did.  I snuck
around and pretended to be asleep nights, peeked in their window, told
lies, hid, crept, anything to watch them fuck.  And that's all they did, no
foreplay -- oh, Dad stuck his fingers up her twat a few times and sucked
her big nipples, but nothing more than that -- just straight fucking, in
various positions.  I watched each time -- and began to realize that, after
I had witnessed the scene, I would be sexually excited!  I would go to my
room or to the bathroom, lock the door, and masturbate.

   I had a habit of seeing dreams.  One night, in my dream, I felt that I
was on top of a tall and plump woman.  My cock disappeared into a hot
buttery tunnel that pulsed and massaged the length of my manhood as it
engulfed it in sweltering sweetness.  My face was between two fleshy,
pillowy mounds that tasted of cream and almonds; my mouth suckling on a
long, red colored candy of a nub that arose from the heaving tit.  My ass
was pumping up and down, and the succulent tunnel into which my dick slid
in and out rose up to engulf my masculinity.

   It felt hotter and tighter with every thrust.  I felt a buzzing, boiling
commotion in my balls.  That turned into a fiery thick magma that moved
thickly into my cock and burned its way up in searing sweet rise. 
Everything was in a soft blur.  It became unbearable and blissful.  And
then my cock was twitching hard, shooting a lava of creamy white goo deep
into the sweltering pussy in which my spurting penis was buried.  Oh, it
felt so incredible.

   I opened my eyes and struggled to see the face of that amazing woman
between the two fleshy tits upon which my chin rested.  I heard a woman's
cry: "OH, Mohan, YES!!" Just then, the face came into view.  It was my
mother.
I could feel myself turning a bright red.  Then, I imagined her rolling
me over, sitting on top of me, and riding me.  With the vision of her big
tits bouncing up and down and side to side, while I made love to my mother,
I imagined reaching up and feeling her big boobs and fingering her nipples.



   Suddenly, I realized that was lying in my bed, in the dark, and my eyes
opened in shock.  It had all been a dream, a strange, frightening dream. 
But something happened.  I felt a wet, warm, sticky cream all over my
tummy. I had cum in my sleep.  The dream was frightening, but also all so
real and yet otherworldly.  Everything was engraved into my mind's eye, but
for the face of the mystery woman into whom I had emptied my lust.  But
somewhere I knew.  The voice, her face: it was Mom.  Wiping myself clean, I
felt vaguely dirty.  The woman's face and her voice.  They were...no, it
couldn't be.

   Oh, my God, I'm getting just as deranged as a sex maniac.  With my
imagined sexual thoughts of my mother, I could feel my cock hardening to
the stiffest it's been with the overload of sexual thoughts I was having
about my Mom.

   I felt very guilty and decided not to think such dirty thoughts.  But at
night, again the sexy body of my Mother Rani came into my mind.  Despite
admitting that it was wrong but the fact was that my mom Rani was the sole
object of my jack off fantasies.  In reality I used to transform myself to
the obedient and loveable son of my beloved mother.

   Then something happened that brought her closer to me.  One day I came
home and found her weeping.  I thought that some close relative of her has
died so I reached for her and put my arms around her to snuggle her in a
loving embrace.

   I rocked and snuggled her, holding her close.  She closed her eyes and
gave herself to my strong and commanding embrace.  As I snuggled her
tightly, I became aware of her big, fleshy tits pressed squarely my chest.

   "Please tell me, what is the matter?"

   "Your father is having an affair Pujara"

   "How can you be so sure?"

   "You know how he started to come late on one pretext or other"

   "He maybe really busy"

   "NO-Look what I got from one of his pockets"

   She handed me a photo.  It was of a girl of about 20.  Who she was I had
no idea so I tried to console mom by saying that the photo might be given
to dad by someone for handing it over to some one else.  Why my father ever
felt the need to cheat on mom was beyond me.

   "What will happen to us if he decides to take everything from us?" She
started sobbing.  There was no point in my trying to make any argument in
favor of my father.  I just kept quiet.

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   To attract father mom started dressing seductively.  Her blouses started
to show more and more of her solid cleavage.  Her ample breasts were often
on display through the thin material of her blouse.  Her nipples standing
up like tips of two bullets with her slightly rounded stomach and her deep
belly button totally exposed.  I was afraid to look at her directly fearing
I might get a hard on by seeing her exposed flesh.  We were really awkward
around each other and I kept my distance.

   Just when the marital trouble was going on between my parents something
more interesting happened.  One day I was changing in my room.  By chance
the door was open.  Mother was standing in the family room, staring at me.
I wondered how long she had been there.  She saw everything but then she
had seen my cock more than anyone in the world!  But it was different now,
it was big, bigger than her husband's, perhaps bigger than any man's that
she had ever seen, and I think it startled her and gave her a feeling of
what she may have missed in life.

   After that day I never again went naked in front of her, but often, when
I walked through the house in my undershorts, she would take a good hard
glance at my full crotch.

   She looked confused.  I had a beautiful body and perhaps she was jealous
of that.  I guess she wanted to be the only woman in my life -- maybe even
in my bed, although I don't think this was ever a conscious thought on her
part.

   I came home after playing some cricket.  I looked inside the fridge for
something to eat and drink.  There was not much inside.  I saw of glass of
milk covered with cloth.  I pulled the glass and took a large gulp.  I felt
that it tasted a little different but I kept drinking.  After finishing it
I took an apple and put the TV on.  Just then I saw mother pop out from
behind the door and streak across the room.  I couldn't help admiring her
beautiful, bare ass bounce and bob as she moved to fridge.

   "Hey Ram" I heard her cry as she opened the fridge door.

   "What Happened?"

   "Who drank the milk?"

   "Me"

   "Oh no" mom was casting me concerned looks

   "Why what's wrong?"

   "You fool, it was meant for your father"

   "So what.  Give him another glass of milk."

   "It was not a simple glass of milk, it was ..." she started sobbing

   "What it was?"

   "It was given to me by the Hramu baba (swami).  Baba advised me to give
it to your father slowly through tea and said that as your father will get
it he will follow me like a pet."

   "You mean it was a sort of love potion"

   "Yes.  And you took it all in a gulp, hey god."

   "Come on mom, this is the twenty-first century.  People don't believe in
that kind of stuff any more."

   "Sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass" she said and went away.

   Then all of a sudden, I had an idea.  I had to have her.  I was drunk
with desire.

   Same night just before going to sleep day I saw mom changing in the
bathroom.  The door was semi open.  I saw Mom stood at the mirror and
remove the small amount of make-up she wore.  She was wearing these snug
fitting faded blue tight churidar and her full gorgeous butt looked
extremely sexy as she leaned over the sink, looking into the mirror
removing her make-up.  She had on a loose white cotton top, nothing sexy
but still rather sultry looking.  I could see her firm breasts encased
inside her bra, stretching the white top, leaving no doubt to their size of
nipples which were at least the size of grapefruits.  While watching my
mom, my cock hardened to its full length.

   She slowly pulled her top up over her head and exposed her gorgeous set
of white lace bra encased tits.  I could see her dark nipples and white
breasts through the sheer white lace material of her blossoms bra.  Her
tanned cleavage was stunning as the white lace material pushed those
beautiful globes together in such an erotic way.

   She then stood back from the mirror a little and undid her bottom.  My
heart pounded in my chest as mom slowly bent over and slid her bottom down
her lovely legs.  As her sexy panty covered big sexy ass came into view, I
felt pre-cum leaking from my shaft as my cock throbbed with excitement.

   Mom wore matching sheer white-laced hot pants type panties, which I
could see the sexy tan lines and white globes of her perfect big watermelon
shaped ass.  She stepped out of her churidar and again admired her sexy
body as she stood in front of the mirror.  Looking in the mirror to see her
front, I admired her dark nipples and then I saw her black pussy hair
through the thin material of her sheer white panties.  God, this is a rare
chance to see a son his own mom's heaven door wow!

   Just as she was dropping her bra to bin she seemed to look straight at
me through the mirror.  I quickly walked away.

   "Hey you, what are you doing here?" I heard her from back of bathroom
door.

   "I'm sorry, Mother."

   "You sick little man, you are evil like your father!  He enjoys looking
at women.  It disgusts me, the both of you do!"

   As I saw her coming out semi naked, I moved closer and grabbed her with
uncontrollable lust.  My mom shook wildly and whispered-"hey, what are u
doing?  Leave me."

   I was mad with sexual emotion.  "Mother, what's happening to me?" I
shouted out at her, "I don't know why but I want to kiss you."

   My mom became restless hearing such things from me and said, `Good
Lord...  You want your mother...  My God....Your own mother...  How
disgusting...  Well I'll teach you, you little bastard..."

   "O mother, you are the most beautiful of all women that I have seen and
known.  You pearl white skin and you large pinkish brown areolas are making
me crazy.  I don't know what to do mom, just need to feel you mother. 
Please don't stop me now"

   "What are you doing with me son; I am going to inform your Father about
this.  Let him come, he will skin you alive.' Tears flowed freely from her
eyes.  Crying hot tears,

   Mention of father made me sober.  I let her go.  "You know very well why
I am behaving like this Mother ...  because of the milk I took,
Mom...Please forgive me...  that milk is making me desire you...Please
don't tell father...Please forgive me mom...  Please talk to swami; he
might give us a solution"

   This statement made her think.  "Yes, you are right I have to...  I
think we both have to meet Swami baba"

   Before mom could meet Swami I swiftly contacted him.  I told him about
drinking the magic milk and my desire for my mom.  I nicked a golden
necklace of mom that I handed to him for taking my side.

   The next day I met swami baba (Haramu) along with mom.  This time I let
mom tell him about my taking the milk that was meant for my father, he was
furious.

   "You brainless pashu (animal), you commit mistakes and I am supposed to
correct them, how funny"

   "Please bapu ji, save us from disgrace" mom pleaded

   "There is no way out" he paused and looked at me for a long time.

   "We will reward you handsomely if you ...  save us from this dirty
spell." I assured him.

   "Let me seek guidance from almighty Shiva"

   Swami joined his hands in front of the shiva-lingam (phallus) decorated
it with flowers and chanted.

   "om kamdevaya namah, om shivaya namah, om ratidevi namah, om vyabhichaar
namah, om asaya kamkrida shishuna drishyante, om matriyoni namah, om
matrivakhsha namah, om matribhaga namah, om asaya sangamasya kaami putra
putrid prajanante, om kamdevaya namah"

   After completing this he said to us, "Bahut sankat hai, (you are in
grave danger)"

   "Please do something to save us from the wrath." mom pleaded

   "There is only one opai (remedy)...  and that is to behave like husband
and wife for one week..."

   "What are you suggesting bapu ji?  Are you asking me to become my son's
wife?"

   "Only for one week Beti...  once the spell is lifted you can live again
as mother and son.

   "Is this the only way?" She asked

   "In my humble opinion yes, otherwise the spell will harm you in more
ways then one."

   Hearing this, my heart jumped in my chest and my cock in my pants. 
Reluctantly mom was agreed to swami ji.

   Swami took us in front of the Shiva lingam and asked me to put some
vermillion in the center of my mother's hair.  I smeared it in her head
which actually meant that I was taking her as my wife.  The Swami then gave
me a manglasutra to tie around my mother's neck.  My mother looked worried
as she had one already.  I quickly removed the one tied by my father and
tied my mangalsutra around her neck.  The swami got up and told us to take
seven rounds of holy fire.  Then he declared us husband and wife for one
week.

   "What after one week?" Mom asked

   "I am sure that things will get normal or ...  we `ill have to try
something different," he replied with a devilish grin.

   Luckily Dad was gone to a business trip (or pleasure trip) leaving mom
and me alone with each other.

   By the time we came back to our home it was evening.  I got into
bathroom & bathed quickly.  I sprayed perfume on my body & put on my best
silk dhoti & kurta.  As mom was not in sight I started Watching TV.  I was
in a very exciting state.  Suddenly I heard sound of rumjhum coming from
bangles and I saw mother standing at the bedroom door.  Oh my God!  She was
dressed like a newly wedded bride, a pink kanjivaram silk pata sari with
matching blouse!  A heavy gajra of jasmine flowers in her hair!  A thick
set of bangles in both of her hands!  She was looking like a queen!  She
invited me shyly with her eyes.  I got up & followed her.  Oh my god!  Her
bed was well decorated with jasmine & rajnigandha flowers.  The room was
nicely perfumed.  The whole scene was just like a Suhag Raat situation.  My
mom was sitting on the bed with her head & face covered with anchal of her
sari.  I went mad with lust!  I sat beside her & pulled down her odhni
(head cover) & looked at her.  She looked at me & blushed!

   I embraced her & kissed her passionately.  She looked at light.  But I
refused to switch off, 'there is no need to be shy anymore.' She blushed
again.

   I was impatient to see her naked.  I asked her to take off her dress. 
Somewhat to my surprise she agreed.  Soon she was wrapped in only tiny
black laced panties and matching bra.  Her black-laced brassiere pressed
her tits tightly together and up, accenting a deep cleavage that rose and
fell gently like the Queen Mary at sea.  My fingers traced and touched her
soft skin.  Then they somehow slipped under the clasp at the back of her
brassiere.

   Mom sighed warmly, gently wrapping her arm up over my neck, nuzzling her
face into my chest, and gently closing her eyes.  My cock was hard, very
hard, and throbbing, too.

   I tenderly kissed her once on her ear and once on her nose, mother cooed
happily, nestling still tighter unto my chest.  Her graceful but sudden
turn brought our lips brushing together.  Her lips opened lightly and she
kissed me softly and squarely on my lips.  This happened just when my
fingers brushed up against her nipple.

   I nervously slipped my palms into her brassiere and began kneading her
tit flesh.  Before she had a chance to respond, I brought my lips to her
full, lush lips and thrust my tongue in.  to my surprise her lips were
already parted.  As soon as my tongue entered her mouth, it was met by her
tongue.  Hers flickered, slithered, danced, and wrestled with that of mine.

   Soon I took rest of her cloths she closed her eyes.  I looked at her
pussy & parted it to see inside.  I was really thrilled to see my birth
place, so forbidden for a son!  It was clean shaved, looking just like a
hot baked cake.  The crack was so inviting.  I put my lips & kissed.  Put
my tongue there & started licking.  Her vagina was tight enough for a
middle-aged mother, tight as if it hadn't been entered in so long a time.

   The smell was so vulgar & wild.  My mom was shocked but said in mock
anger "ahh....ahh...what are you doing?" It was a new thing for her.  She
was moving her butt wildly in lust.  I moved on her and started fondling
her mature boobs & biting her nipples.  We kissed & played our tongues and
caressed each other.  I pulled her face towards my cock.  She was shy at
first, but put it in her mouth after sniffing it.  Oh my God, I was in
seventh heaven!

   I moved closer and grabbed my mom with uncontrollable lust.  My mom
whispered-"hey, what are u doing?  Leave me."

   I was mad with sexual emotion.  I told-" mom, please....don't say no.  I
love u and I want u." my mom became restless hearing such things from me.

   I had started kissing mom.  I did not listen to her.  She blushed and
tried to pull out.  But I was strong like a bull.  I whispered - "see mom,
for god's sake co-operate please."

   Mom was still afraid of the consequences.  "I understand your desire but
this is not right for us."

   I want her to give in, even if I have to make her pregnant.  I kissed
her lips passionately and said-"I know this is wrong, but I love u so
deeply that I can not live without you!  You are Rani of all Ranis (queen
of queens).  Come on mom"

   I moved to her slit to find my finger slipping in with no problem.  As
soon as I hit her clit she shudders.  "ahhhhhh...  even if you take me but
don't forget that I am your mother..." she said

   I got up and brought my cock down and met the head of it with my mom's
pussy.  I thrust my solid cock into her vagina.

   She groans, biting her lips.  I thrust.

   "Aaahhhhh..."

   I brought my body down over hers and started to thrust in and out of
her...  With each thrust her breathing gets heavier and she is no longer
fighting to get away but to increase my assault.  She loses all control and
starts to shake, her pussy grips my cock sending me over the edge.  It was
so warm and so smooth and felt really great.  My mind was turning loops
with the thoughts of my sperm being released into my mother's body and of
our sexual juices mixing.

   "Pujara...  I can't believe we are doing this...This is so wrong... 
This is so, so wrong...  But it feels so good...  So good.  This is what
you've been dreaming about...To fuck your very own mother...  Well let me
feel your cum shoot in my pussy Pujara...  Yes, yes, harder you dirty
boy... This is what you want to do isn't it Pujara?  To cum in your own
mother...  ooo..  fingering my ass..  You are a very nasty boy... 
Aaahhh... Deeper son, deeper...  Yes, yes,that's it Pujara...  Ram that
cock into your mother...  Oooh...  Oooh"

   All the while I kept licking her face sucking her lips, ears and tongue.


   I started to pound her pussy and she was almost screaming with delight.
Mom and I were both about to come.  I told her I was getting close and she
let herself go.  She held me tight against her as I continued to fuck her
pussy.  Our timing was perfect as during her climax, my body gave rise and
I pushed my dick all the way in and into her cervix.  "Oooooohhh.... 
mommy..." I shout unloading my seed deep into her pussy,

   "Oh my God!" Mom screamed out to me.  She must have thought I was going
to pull out before I shot my cream.  I just couldn't bring myself to pull
my dick out.  I shot load after load into my Mom's belly.  I just kept my
cock buried in my Mom until I began to grow soft.  Eventually my dick
slipped out and I was on lying on top of my Mom.

   We both looked at each other at that moment, completely lost in each
other's eyes.  It was apparent to us both that this was the most incredible
feeling of love making that either of us had ever felt.

   We lay down on the bed together, turned out the light and held each
other, still wet with the fluids of our love making all over our bodies.

   I don't know how much time we spent in relaxing state but after some
time I looked at Mother and found her sleeping.  Her relaxed face was
surrounded with a tangled mass of the black hair that covered her labia. 
The sweet mouth, showing some trace of pink lipstick, gaped open a small
amount to allow the slight rattle of a feminine snore to escape.  During
the sleep she had pulled her top leg up toward her chest exposing her pussy
lips and the bottom of her ass.  Neither her nipples nor labia were lying
relaxed as she slept.

   A look at her made my cock stir again.  Gazing at the nakedness of my
mother, I contemplated what we could accomplish in one week.  I wanted to
make love to her in every conceivable way, as often as possible.

   Lovingly I touched one of her breast.  Her eyes fluttered open, closed
and then opened wide as she realized where she was and who was sitting,
naked, on the bed.  "Pujara!" She gasped, sitting up and reaching for the
sheet to cover her nakedness.

   "Don't do that Rani," I ordered in a soft but authoritative voice.

   Without meeting my gaze she dropped the sheet, a gesture of surrender
that exposed her breasts.  I gently pushed her onto her back, pushed the
sheet to the bottom and sat on the edge of her bed.  She lay nude with arms
at her sides and looked at me with a mixture of confusion, anticipation and
maybe just a tad of hate for what I made her realize about herself.

   "Not again . . ."

   Cupping her left tit in both hands, I lowered my head and sucked in the
nipple and areola.  There was an intake of breath, barely audible and I
could feel the beat of her heart through the flesh of her breast.  I
allowed one hand to move down and massage her soft belly.

   "...so soon," she protested

   She seemed unaware of her own hand stroking the nape of my neck and
holding my head to her breast.  The protest seemed to address her own,
raging emotions.

   I positioned myself beside my mom and brought my lips to her mouth.  My
tongue probed her depths and she slowly started to suck on it and lick it
with her own.  She turned on her side and her, bed warm, body fused with
mine.  My hardened dick once again found itself nudging the valley between
her awakening cunt lips.

   Our position allowed me access to her plump white ass.  My hand kneaded,
messaged and probed until I was afraid I might make her black and blue. 
Our mouths never abandon the give and take of tongues.  Mother was again
responding, protests long forgotten in the rising excitement of passion.

   Breaking the kiss, I placed my mother's hand on my throbbing hot penis.

   "I want to fuck you again, mother," I said in a business as usual tone.

   "Yes."

   "Yes what, mom?"

   'Yes, I want you to."

   "Want me to what?"

   "I want you to fuck me," she shuddered out in a soft whisper and stroked
my cock.

   Her face flushed with both excitement and embarrassment at using the
word.

   Her lips returned to mine, then after one long deep kiss I ever so
slightly applied a downward pressure on my mom's shoulder.  She pulled her
head back to look questioningly into my eyes.

   I held her gaze a few seconds before increasing the pressure.

   She twisted downward until her face lay on my stomach then nibbled and
licked her way to the place where my hot, rigid meat erupted from a forest
of dark pubic hair.  She weighed my testicles in her hand as she rained
tiny motherly kisses up and down my shaft; little sounds of pleasure
escaped her lips.  I lay back on the bed with my arm extended and my hand
entangled in her fiery tresses urging her further.

   Mother's tongue flicked out like an asp and teased the head of my penis
tracing a circle around the sensitive ridge.  My back involuntarily arched
pushing my manhood closer to her.  She engulfed the head with her hot mouth
and let her teeth make contact with the skin behind the ridge.  Looking
down I could see her small straight nose buried in my pubic hair and the
feel spasms of her throat.  Her cheeks became concave from the sucking
pressure as she pulled back.  The style and intensity of the blowjob bore
witness that she was no novice at sucking a cock, a thought that was
extremely exciting to me.

   Not wanting to repeat the lack of staying power I had exhibited first
time I pulled mom's face away and gently brought her lips to mine.  Again I
told her I loved her.

   "Pujara, honey, please excuse me a minute.  I want to clean up a little
before we go on."

   She stood and walked to the bathroom.  The freckled alabaster globes of
her bottom swaying.  Her cheeks sagged slightly causing lines at the bottom
of each and forming an inverted "T" where they met the cleft.  That ass, my
obsession, still flared out from the relatively narrow waist forming the
proverbial upside down heart.

   I could hear the water running and assumed she was cleaning away the
fruits of our prior labors.

   With her pretty hair freshly combed she stepped from the bathroom; still
totally naked, ample breasts bobbing as she walked.  I thought how much
lovelier a mature woman is than a young hard-body.  My mother's natural
tits sagged and exhibited some slight stretch marks but remained full with
healthy colored nipples and areolas.  Her nicely rounded belly protruded a
little.  Firm rounded thighs met at the untrimmed nest of soft hair
covering her mons.  I couldn't take my eyes away!

   A happy smile tugged at her freshly painted pink lips.

   "You make me feel like a newly wed when you look at me, honey." She
confided, "I can see the love in your eyes."

   "I do love you mom!"

   Taking her place beside me on the bed she pressed her form against me.
Her perfume piqued my senses.  Our lips met in warm tender kisses with
tongues tentatively exploring each others lips and teeth.  The earlier
sense of urgency was replaced with soft, slow savoring of the each other's
body.  Each caress, each touch and kiss radiated love.

   Mother's hand slowly and gently stroked my engorged penis as she looked
into my eyes.

   "You make me feel more of a woman than I have for years," she said, her
eyes never leaving mine.

   We kissed more deeply now and my fingers probed her wetness.  Uttering a
slight moan my mother spread her legs to facilitate my further exploration.
I found her clitoris and rolled it between my thumb and finger tugging
slightly in the process.  Little almost inaudible sounds issued forth from
the depths of her throat, her breathing became more rapid and the grip on
my penis tightened.

   As my hand continued to administer to her willing pussy my tongue probed
her neck, jaw line and bathed her ear.

   "Please, Pujara, it's time," she said as she moved her thighs wider
apart.

   I climbed between her outstretched legs and rested back on my own heels.
Before me I saw the wet blossoming inner petals of my mother's vulva
against the puffy swollen outer lips.

   She reached for my stiff, blood bloated dick and guided it to the mouth
of her pleading vagina.  I eased my cock head very slowing into the
opening. It was like dipping it into hot oil.

   I was tantalizingly slow; allowing only an inch or so of rigid meat to
enter her cauldron before slowly withdrawing.  Mother was bucking in an
attempt to impale herself fully on my staff.

   "Please don't tease me," she begged; her voice raspy with desire.

   I pulled out until the head of my penis was just resting against her
pussy lips.  Then ever so slowly I eased it in until the black and the red
of our pubic hair meshed.  Mother raised her hips and ground her pussy
against my pelvic bone straining to take in every last millimeter of my hot
cock.

   We settled into a slow rhythm with mom actively thrusting herself onto
my manhood.  The increasing tempo was paced with her moaning and my
guttural sounds.  In the morning light I could see the arousal sweat on her
upper lip, her forehead and flushed breasts.  Sucking and slapping sounds
from lathered body parts filled the room.

   My mother was fucking her own son with all the enthusiasm of a
nymphomaniac.

   With a loud prolonged groan my mother thrust her hips, forcefully,
against me and clung tightly to my shoulders as her heels dug into the back
of my thighs.  Her body became rigid and a strong shudder wracked her
followed by several spasms of her abdomen.

   "Oh god, oh god!" She cried out to no one, "oh god!"

   She slowly regained control and her body slackened onto the bed; my cock
still buried deep in her dripping cunt.  Her eyes fluttered open and I saw
a look of fulfillment.  The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her pink
lips.  My heart was bursting with love and the rest of my body shook with
lust.

   I renewed the rhythm, slowly because my own climax stirred in the pit of
my stomach.  As I thrust and withdrew I sucked on her sweat covered tits. I
tried to suck in as much flesh as possible feeling the nipple far back in
my mouth.  I switched from tit to tit always maintaining the slow
penetration and withdrawal of my penis in her scalding vagina.

   Mom drew my mouth to hers and kissed me.  I could feel her body starting
to respond again; her warm, oily, wetness flooded my pubic hair.  I
increased the speed of my stroke and she responded by raising her hips and
re-issuing the throaty moaning.  My orgasm was rapidly building to the
point of no return.

   Our bodies were now crashing together to a sound resembling the slap of
wet meat on a butcher block.  We strained together to reach the crescendo.
My orgasm started at the very base of my testicles with that vibrating,
electric shock feeling that you can feel all the way up in your throat.

   Mother was reciting her mantra, "Oh god!" Over and Over.

   I buried my cock deep into my mother, straining and pushing her against
the bed's headboard.  As my first rope of hot seed erupted she was
overtaken by her second orgasm.  My cock throbbed semen into my mother for
what seemed like minutes as she convulsed beneath me.  Finally I collapsed
on top of her shaking body.

   We clung to each other's sated, sweat soaked body; occasionally offering
a sweet kiss or loving caress.  Limbs entwined we lay in a twilight-zone of
love and satisfied lust.

   I don't know I long I slept but that was the most satisfying sleep of my
life.  The smell of mom's wonderful cooking woke me up.  I made my way to
the kitchen and stood there watching her make us breakfast.  It felt so
right being in the same room with this woman as she moved about the
kitchen. I felt like a married man watching his wife preparing our meal.

   I spent a week of ball draining sex skin-to-skin with Mother. 
Afterwards Mom asked me whether I was still under the spell.  I told her
that I would like to continue as her lover for rest of my life.  Mom
blushed and said that she too would like to have me as her lover.  There
was no need to consult any Swami Dada.

   Then one day my dad met me alone and said,

   "Son, I don't know how to bring this up but, I think your Mother isn't
quite well.  She suspects me of cheating."

   "I know that it's not true."

   "Son, the fact is that due to my age I am loosing my sex drive and it
seems that your mom is slipping into some sort of depression or something."

   "Yes Sir, I have noticed that she is doing strange things, things that I
cannot tell you dad."

   "I want you to be as nice to her as you can.  Can you do that for me
Pujara?"

   "Yes sir, why not," I replied

   Dad never brought it up again, nor did I.  Mother and I continue to have
sex with each other.
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