Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Once Upon a Mom Despite being open in many ways my family was a conservative Indian family. None of us liked to be seen nude by another family member. My family consisted of only four people that is me, my parents, and my sister who was 5 year younger than me. My parents were traditional Indian parents until I realised otherwise. When I was 20, My shopkeeper father Dutta was in his mid forties and My housekeeper mom Shoba was in her early forties. My father took little interest in home affairs. He used to get angry on little things and lose his temperament. My mom was a typical housewife although she was someone special for me. She was wheatish in complexion and had some minor health problems like headaches. Her body was ripe and lush without being fat. Long hours in the kitchen and in the backyard did not deter her from looking gracious. I was the one who usually took care of her like taking to a doctor or for shopping. I was no innocent in matters related to sex but Mother and pussy were two words that were never meant to be together for me. It all get mixed one fine day. I still remember that it was 1st of April and spring was in its full swing. Just like everyday my dad went to his shop, my sister to her school and me to my college. After reaching my college I realised that students were trying to make fool of each other. There was hardly any classes taking place. To keep myself clear from any mischief I decided to return home. After reaching home I knocked at the door but there was no reply. Thinking that my mom will be alone and may be busy somewhere I decided to use an alternative. Our house was an old style house that had a courtyard on one side. Using a couple of holes in the wall to raised my self up I got myself over the wall. I was doing it since childhood so it was not a problem. From the wall I hanged my body on my hands and jumped inside. As soon as I jumped inside I saw a man moving quickly towards the roof. Although I only saw his back but I recognized him as our neighbor Uncle Rustum. What the hell he was doing here? I was yet to determine the reason of his presence when I saw mom emerging from her room. She was wearing a Shalwar Kameez suit of purple color. I never saw her wearing that before. Her face was made up and one can smell her perfume too. A thought struck me like lighting. Holy God, my deer mother was running a extra marital affair with uncle Rustum. "You here, so early." she asked nervously "Do I disturbed you at a wrong time?" I said with anger in my voice "What wrong time? There is nothing wrong." she said "Why then you not opened the door for me." I said in anger "I kept knocking." "Aa...I was changing my dress." she replied and bit her lips. "In front of uncle Rustum." I asked "Mind your language and behave young man. I am your mother." she tried to admonish like always. I however, was in no mood to get admonished. "Just think how father will behave when he will learn about your real character." "You are getting things wrong son, please understand," she tried to speak with a smiling face. "He is our neighbor. A shirt of his which was drying on his roof carried here by the wind. He only came to pick it up. Thats all." "Thats not all mom. Why he ran to avoid facing me?" "You can ask him, I don't know." she was still trying to play innocent "Why not tell father and he will ask him the rest?" I said and she turned pale "Why tell such a small thing to him?" she licked her lips and tried to behave confident. "I saw you talking to uncle Rustum a lot of times." "So what? Talking is not a sin. Besides he is a married man with a family." "Your married too mom, with a family" I said nonchalantly. She looked around and said, "This is not a place to talk like that," "But I want to know the truth." I said "Come to my room." She said walked back into her room. Despite the gravity of the situation looking at her full form made me hot. In her room she sat down upon the bed and asked me to sit on a chair. She perhaps was finding it difficult to keep standing. The room was a little dark and it took some time to see each other again. "Why you want to ruin the family reputation?" she said somewhat acidly. "Your father wouldn't take your word for it, he'd think you were just trying to cause trouble." "I can prove Rustum was fucking you Mom." My boldness shocked her. "How will you prove?" Beads of perspiration started appearing on her forehead. "By having your medical check up." "What? You want me to show my body to a male doctor. Are you mad?" "A female doctor can check you up." "I don't know how she will determine whether I did anything wrong." "Its simple mom, She will insert her finger in you. If there will be semen inside you, it will appear on finger." I told her matter of factly "Shameful. I don't want others to get involved." She said after thinking some time "Then what is the solution?" "I will.....Err....Let you check yourself. But in the dark." she suggested "Okay if this suits you then its fine with me mom" I said without thinking much "Yes, but remember I am your mother. No naughtiness." On her request I closed the door and pulled the curtain over the window. It was quiet dark so I failed to see her dropping her shalwar on bed. She laid herself on her bed and called me close. I could not see her made up face but could inhale her scent. Just near her I realised that her legs were naked and open for my inspection. The way she agreed to let me check made me wonder how right was she or how wrong was me. Anyhow I was not ready to turn back on my word now. I sat down near her beautiful feet. She moved my hands to her hips. She had her glass bangles on and they were jiggling. How smooth was her skin I never had an idea. I felt her belly but stopped when I touched her pubic hair, moving my hands to the sides of her hips and thighs. As soon as the tips of my fingers touched her bush, she asked, "Why not stop here and forget everything." "Do you want me to keep suspecting you all my life." I said Listening this she guided my hand through her pubic hair to her mound. I cant explain my feeling at torching her puffy cameltoe. Her hand still gripped on the back of mine, she showed me her most private area. The lips of her vagina were puffy and firm with a tight crease separating them. She pushed my index finger into the crevice before releasing her grip. 'Ahhh...Oh ma...Ahhh" she moaned, "Don't look just don't look." I knew it was time to explore by myself. I closed my eyes and explored her wetness. Having seen some illustrations of female anatomy in a sex education book, I knew I was searching for her inner lips. To my surprise her inner lips were much smaller. I was surprised because at the time I didn't know that those parts varied greatly among women. My finger became my second cock. Much smaller then my real cock. I pushed it deep and rubbed her softness. "Enough...thats enough." She cried, "You can check your finger now." ''Wait mom, I have not yet felt anything abnormal. Let me check a little deep." I said and put my finger again into her. This time deeper. The wetness, the unbelievable wetness that was already filling her quim, soaking her lips, as I slipped. Her pussy contracted, tightening around my finger like a vise holding it in place. Mom made a soft mewling whimper but otherwise kept still. "Grrrrraaah.....enough.....Aggggah...stop now....." she groaned I was enjoying the sensation of slipping my finger inside her. Not only was I taking delight in the slippery, slick almost oily-like lubrication that was now coating my finger, but the spongy-like texture as well. "Ohhh...Ahhh..please stop." she cried I pulled my finger out and touched it with my other hand. I was wet. "Its wet mom, very wet." I told her "Don't be foolish. A woman cunt is always wet. That's normal." "How can I tell whether it is simple wetness or semen, its very dark here." She was silent for a long time then said. "You can turn the light on but promise you will not look at me." I turned the light on. I saw mom drawing a cotton sheet over her bare legs. I looked at my finger. It was glistering with some liquid but it was not semen. Where the hell was cum. Was she right when she said nothing wrong took place. "Okay mom you win, its not semen," I accepted the truth "Thats my good boy, I always knew you will speak the truth no matter what." "I had the courage but not you mom." "What? enough ... let me get dressed." "No, Stop I think Uncle Rustum used you from behind." "I don't understand you at all." "He must have fucked your shit-hole." "Are you gone mad son? I am a woman not a boy." "you are an angel but I know how evil he is mom. Why not let me check there too." "No I am not going to let you check there." "This then confirms my doubts about you." "Try to understand son, a ... shitter is much smaller than a cunt. It can't take a finger in fully and you are talking about a half feet long cock." "I am not asking you about the measurement of Uncle Rustum. I want to clear my doubts." My words startled her. She bit her lips and took her time to decide. finally she said, "Promise you will not insert the finger the way you inserted it in my front. You will look or touch only." "Alright, its a deal. Get yourself into a doggy position mom" "Why doggy.... I will remain the way I am" She tried to protest and looked at me in a crazy way. "On your knees," I commanded, "Only this will give me a complete look." Reluctantly mom maneuvered her body onto her knees in front of me. Her long shirt was covering her round bum. After getting her on all four I raised her shirt upward. How fair and smooth my mom was I had no idea before. In the light I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. Not only her soft ass cheeks but what was inside them was visible to me. I placed my finger over her anus. -Just relax. Don't try to close your ass cheeks too much." I wished "I feel so ashamed, please get over it quickly." As we were talking I was moved my finger around her hole. Just around her little brown rose. She was now bent down in front. Her head bent down resting on her arms and she was sobbing. I put my finger in my mouth. After making it wet I placed it back on her -brown rose. - and pushed it a little. As soon as I felt my finger to go in she wiggled her bottom aside. "No...No...No... thats painful..." She cried "It was only my finger" I assured her -It felt so big. I thought you trying to put something else. - "What else, I had nothing in my hand" "I thought you are trying to insert your ... errr...cock." "Just relax mom. I am not going to harm you in any way." I again brought my finger near her ass hole, and pushed one in. As soon it went in she moaned. She lost control of her bladder and pissed. "Take it out, I have to clean." She pissed and sobbed, That was a trick to distract me but was not going to listen any nonsense. My worst fears were confirmed. There was something sticky there. I looked at it and smelled it. It was semen. "The drama is over mom" I told her "You mean you are satisfied that ....I am..." she dropped her body on the bed. "Uncle Rustum did you anally..." I cut her half way. "Look mom look, thats his cum." I put my finger near her face but she was not looking. Her eyes were closed. Controlling her sobs she finally said, "He forced me to that.... and there was no one to call for help." "You are still not telling the truth." "I am not a slut. Believe me." she said and I just kept silent. after thinking for a short while she remarked, "The truth is your father led me to this." "Father? How?" her words shocked me. "He started cheating on me and ignoring me." she told me. "He has having an affair with Rozia who lives down the lane." "His acts are his problem mom. This does not mean you can do the same." "You are a good boy. Please give me some tissues?" She said. There was a box lying on the side table. I handed her the box and she proceeded to wipe up her tears and blow her nose. "Pushing the issue will only complicate things. It would destroy everything, and..." "Promise me mom you'll never do it again." "Yes, I do promise. Now promise me you'll never tell anyone." "I will not tell anyone," I said in a soft tone. "But I want to know one thing." "What thing?" she was looking at me with her wild eyes "You had a beautiful 'choot' then why Rustum uncle fucked you in 'gaand'?" "You swine, don't ask me such things." she said "Please tell me, just this one." "He is afraid of making me pregnant." she said blushing "And you are also afraid to get pregnant." I asked "I don't know. Please don't ask such intimate questions." "Then you will have to come on terms with me." I told her "Terms, what sort of terms?" she really was surprised "You know," I said and took a long pause "An exchange. I get something I want and your secret will remain a secret." "Blackmail!" Mom exclaimed. She was now lying on back. In modesty however, she pulled her shirt over her belly. "Let's call it an exchange, a transaction," I replied, "So what do you want?" Mom said, close to tears, "An increase in your weekly allowance, a new computer, or dress or what?" "Nothing so materialistic. I want it to be spiritual." "What are you talking about?" she sobbed -- "What do you mean by 'spiritual'?" "Well I am not asking for a trip to temple...." For a moment I was confounded, not sure how to explain my feeling but then I said, "I want an expression of love." "Love...an expression of love," mother wailed, "you call what you're doing to me an expression of love?" "Er, yes, it could be," "Just tell me what you want." I took a deep breath and said, "I want you to do what you did with Uncle Rustum." "You bastard....Not at all.....I will risk my marriage but not agree to the sin you are suggesting," "I dont know mom what I will do next. I might do what you want me to do or I might do something you don't want me to do." I told her She stood up from the bed and looked at me for a brief second. There was something of a debate going on inside her. I looked lovingly into her made-up face and inhaled her scent. I studied her black eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow. Her cheekbones were rouged; her lips, slightly parted, were painted with red lipstick. I let my gaze follow her elegant neck down to her large breasts which pushed against the fabric of her purple shirt. I was seated in an armchair and she had been bending over me, and then she knelt and undid the zip of my jeans. My penis was rock hard and about to brust. Taking my penis in her soft hand she said, "This is all I can do for you," and she started to masturbate me. I really wanted much more than that but the feeling was so heavenly that I kept quiet. As she felt that I was about to ejaculate she speeded up her movement, and then, as the sperm shot out of urethra her movements became more deliberate, pressing down hard on my foreskin as if to drive the sperm out of me. When I had finished and was lying back recovering from the orgasm she said, "I'm so sorry darling it's all I can give you." she continued, "We have to admit that we're mother and son and now it's bordering on incest. We have to maintain appropriate boundaries." I was about to say something when we heard a knock at the front door. I saw her getting frightened. She asked me to go and see while she will try to fix the room. <> By the time we met again the tension between us had become awkward and uncomfortable. We didn't even speak, just went our separate ways. I don't know what my mom had been feeling, but my own mind was stunned by just how one incident could change everything completely. That evening as we all sat at the dining table to eat, I looked at my parents. they were looking so normal that it was hard to believe they were cheating on each other. When dinner was finished, my dad and sister decided to move to thier rooms. Mom went into kitchen and I followed her there. I saw her standing at the kitchen Sink washing the dishes. I stared at her blouse that could barely hold her two massive sized tits under them. I closed the kitchen door and locked it. As she saw me locking the door she turned around and said, "It was a mistake............thank god ....nothing bad happened.................... and it will never happen again in any case," My ears were gone deaf; so I plunge at her like a lion. She felt my arms grasp her waist and pull her to my body. "I want more." "I am serious, if you don't stop now I will scream." She flinched. "You have no idea you will be in big trouble." "I need to talk to you Mom!" "I'm tired, and I'm going to bed." She moved out of kitchen and she was damn serious. I had difficulty sleeping that night. I kept imagining her under Uncle Rustum. I tried to shake the whole thing off my mind but it kept coming back. I kept seeing her pussy and his dick filling that her. I felt very uncomfortable with my thoughts and I couldn't tell whether it was the fact that I kept seeing my mother's pussy-region that made me feel uncomfortable or the thoughts of a stranger fucking her. The only thing that I could think of was my own desires, and the awakening of my desires for her. Why was I then desiring her? Was I desiring her? I can't say. The fact that she was horny sometimes and the fact that she was not fulfilled sexually, made me feel something for her. Knowing that she was looking for sex but she couldn't get it from my father, put this thought in my mind that maybe I could help her. By the next morning I decided to behave for sometime. But that sometime became a long time. We hardly ever touched each other and she tried not to be alone with me. Whenever I tried to bring up what had happened she cut me off. The more I tried to master my conflicting emotions the more they affected me. I also couldn't figure out why my mother had become desirable all of a sudden. She was having sex with another man but still I was attracted to my mother -- not simply attracted, I wanted to fuck her brains out, to jet my seed deep into her womb, to splatter her amazing tits with gallons of semen, to stain her face and hair with my cum. Madness! Mother! so fucking hot so sensual, so unattainable. I made use of every opportunity that I got to look at her breasts. She had such nice, large, and quite beautiful breasts that I just couldn't help but admire them. I also checked her backside whenever she faced away from me. She had very nice behind. Her ass was quite shapely, a bit full, and definitely sexy. She carried it well. Her walk had such a delicious sway, I found myself mesmerized by it, quite often. I got a chance to take a good look at her mouth one day. She was doing something with her eyes focused somewhere in such a way that she couldn't see me looking at her. I saw her face, her cheeks, her lips, and her chin with admiration. I noticed that my mother has one of those chiseled lips that, on their own, come across very sexy. They looked very kissable. Then my prayers were heard. One day we are invited to attend a marriage ceremony by one of the relatives of my father. All of us were wearing special dresses for this occasion but my mom was looking stunning in her dress. Her full body was wrapped in a maroon sari. She was wearing a short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow to match her sari. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed. Her sari barely hid her rounded full waist and womanly belly. Her sari was filled with her fertile, full hips as a signature of a woman whose body screamed vitality and fertility and over and above all a beauty that you could admire untiringly. I saw my father admiring her as well. As we didn't have a car we took a taxi for the function. Just after reaching the place of function mom said something to dad which annoyed him a lot. "Foolish woman, you don't deserve to be wife of a decent man." he barked "What happened dad." I asked and looked at mom. "She wore a blouse that was faulty and now says that it's zip has broken." he told me and rebuked mom again. "She wants to ruin my reputation. A man with a naked wife" "I am not naked." Mom protested "In my eyes you are, Bitch." Dad remarked "I can go home and change." mom said in a apologetic tone "You have no idea how much time it will take" he shouted "Then what is the solution?" I asked "You are the solution." he said to me. "I will attend the function with my daughter and you take that bitch of your mother - home." "Do you want us to come back here." I asked "Go to hell, no need to come back." he said. "By the time you will be coming back the we will be departing." He held the hand of my young sister and moved away from us. Both mom and me remained standing for some time then I stopped a rickshaw and made the journey back home. Mom was silent during the ride but as soon as we were inside the house she burst into tears. "It was an accident but he made it my fault." she said to me. "I just didn't want the zipper to break -" but zippers break on these things all the time." She had no idea how beautiful she looked when she said that. "Its okay mom, we all know how unreasonable he is." I said and moved along with her to her room. As she went to dressing table I stood behind her. I looked over her shoulder at her eyes in the mirror. She looked back at me. She dropped her sari to one side and tried to unfasten her blouse. "Let me help." I said The zip of her blouse was broken in such a way that it was joined at the middle but upper and lower side was undone. She was aware of it so she let me help. I applied some force but it was struck badly. "Let me try to get it through the neck." she said and started raising it above her head. As I pulled it upward too my body came in close contact with her body. As soon as blouse was off her body My hands went down to her waist. I slowly pulled her in tighter to me. Before she could resist I planted a kiss on her bare neck. "What are you doing?" she asked with a heaving chest and flaring nostrils. "I know what I'm doing. I'm a grown adult. I can make my own decisions," I told her "This is wrong." She said but did nothing to dislodge from me "Mom, you need to understand that you are the only woman I have ever loved, and as far as I can tell, you are going to be the only woman I love this way for the rest of my life. You felt that kiss. You and I were made to be together. I have no idea why that is. It flies in the face of all social convention. I feel bad about it sometimes, but...well, I think of it this way." "For god sake silly boy; I'm an old woman and your mother," she chuckled, trying once more to diffuse an awkward situation. "You are not supposed to love your mother." I planted some kisses over her body and said, "It's all right; you don't have to do anything you don't want to." My hand made slow wide circles on her back and she calmed a bit. I unsnapped her bra and let it fall to ground. She didn't move or say anything and I continued stroking her smooth skin. In the minutes that passed, my heart drummed a beat to accompany my racing thoughts. I started to stroke and fondle her swollen breasts. They felt full and the nipples became erect when my palms passed over them. By then, my heart was pounding so hard you could have heard it in the next room. I drew my mother's nipples through my fingers, savoring the stiff resistance. When I ran my fingertips over her skin, it was warm and velvety. She hardly moved, but I could tell how sensitive they were by the sounds emanating from her throat. I turned her and grabbed her in my arms. My erection poked her at the right place. Her tears stopped and she stayed on my neck without looking at me. "Just hold me for a little while. " she whispered. "Don't do anything silly." I held her and she settled into my arms. When I began touching her, she sighed and fell back on the bed. I kept kissing her but not wildly. After some time I slid my tongue inside her mouth." "Son you know we shouldn't," Mom whispered, but kept massaging my chest. I held her by the shoulders and continued to kiss her tenderly; once she kissed me back but mumbled, "We have to stop now," I moved down to kiss her breast and her belly. Slowly all her resistance was gone. She made no effort to push me away and stop me from kissing her on her mound. I took my dress off quickly. She was lying only in her petticoat and panties. I attempted to take them off. She lifted her hips to help me draw not only her petticoat but her panties as well. I tossed them on the floor. The fragrance of her humid opening drew me. The rustle of her bush crinkled in my ears as my tongue found the tender pink slit and worked its way in. I delighted in my taste of her juice and she almost twisted away from me in reaction to the contact I made with her clit. I brought her back with my hands on her hips and licked the slippery nub until it was shiny with my saliva and her own moisture. I did have some experience, but I learned quickly by her reactions how sensitive and primed for pleasure her swelling clit was. I took her breasts firmly in both hands and sucked the whole area between her legs into my mouth. I used my tongue to circle and then massage the erected flesh. I was taking great pleasure in pleasuring her. Before I could decide what to do next, my mother started coming. "Waaaaooo...Agghh...Ahhh....Aeee." It was all so amazing to me, I was eating my mother's pussy and she was making the most beautiful noises of satisfaction I had ever heard. She kept gyrating as she came and I tried to keep my mouth on her clit so I could lick it until she finished. She had recovered enough to notice my erection. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Just this once; and we never speak of it again ok?" Her actions were not matching her words. She raised her legs in addition to spreading them and the invitation wasn't one this loving son could refuse. I couldn't have been harder as I looked at the opening my mother was offering me. It was pink and flushed with the excitement of the forbidden love we would now willingly share. I brought myself to her opening and as the head separated her petals and entered the wet channel, she put her hands on my ass and pressed me in. I went in fully in one stroke, which was a unusual way of loving. The full insertion made her catch her breath and I stopped momentarily until she let her breath out and said, "Ohhhh you little bastard..............Ram o Ram...............oh my god!!!!" she moaned as I slid my pulsating toy into her vagina. It was also where I wanted to be. My bare cock was finally inside my mother's pussy and every inch of it was responding to the creamy lining of her moist channel. When I pulled out to stroke her, I could see that my cock was slick with her juices. I pushed in deep to the center of the place where I belonged and I had no doubts. She was better than any fantasy I could have concocted; I had a mother who could love her son with her heart and her pussy, unashamed. The way she was gripping me and massaging me made it a whole other experience because of our flesh on flesh. My mother held her legs splayed wide and slightly raised to accept as much of my cock as she could. I was so turned on, I was giving her the full length and width with each stroke, and she was responding with a loud moan each time I plunged to the end of her. The way it hugged my cock, I knew that my mother's pussy was made for me. I knew that she was made for me, to be mother, lover and wife. If there's such a thing as too much pleasure or too much beauty, that was when I experienced it. I moved in and out of the warm wetness slowly, to be inside her as long as I could, but the things she told me only got me hotter. "You want a mother who can be a slut. You are a very naughty son." I continued the long slow strokes that took me deep into my mother's belly. She said, "I can feel you loving me when you're inside me son...don't ever stop loving me, don't ever stop making love to me." They may not be profound sentences, but when you hear them from a woman that's in love with you, and that woman is your mother, it's pretty intoxicating. As I drove deeper into her pussy and our pace quickened, she said, "Am I enough for you baby...is your mama enough for you?" I was deep inside my mother's pussy, with our flesh massaging each other to the point of orgasm and it was so much more than enough, I could hardly get the words out. "You don't need another woman ever." "Yes mom, yes, you're all I need." It was so good I knew I'd have to pull out or risk coming inside her if I started to release. I fought the urge to stay and began pulling out when my mother said, "No, don't be out of me, stay, don't stop." She was holding me in her and I almost panicked and stopped stroking, I said, "Mom, if I stay in you much longer, I'm going to come inside you." "Yes sweetheart, come inside me, I want you to, it doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter, does it Love? We're more than husband and wife now, I want your seed inside me, and if it brings me your baby, I'll be happy love...would you be happy honey?" As I began slowly stroking into her buttery pussy, the thought of having a baby with my mother sounded beautiful. If there's such a thing as touching the reality of love, that was when I touched it. I said, "Yes mom, you're the one I love and I would be happy if you had my baby...our baby." I stroked harder and went down to suckle on the nipple that one day might nourish our child. I sucked it hard enough to almost draw out the milk I now realized she had wanted to give to me those many years before. I felt so good and I was about to come and fill my mother's belly with the seed that was meant for her. As the first stream of my essence connected us, I said, "I love you mom, I love you." "OoooooeeeeuuuuuuUUUUU!" she groaned, "Come in me, fill me, fill me, I love you son, I love you, OH, Oh, Oh, Yeessss...I'm coming with you love...OH, OH..." She thrashed and twisted under me and I stroked fully into the warmth of my mother's pussy. I went impossibly deep until everything was moans and cum and love. I repeatedly released that seed and that love deep into her belly. I couldn't believe how hard my cock stayed as I filled her. My mother had given me more than her body and with each stroke and release, I gave her more of me. When we were done, we had given each other all we had, and we held ourselves in the embrace that we knew could sustain us for whatever tomorrow would bring. When I started to roll off her, she stopped me. "No, I want you to lie on me....for a long while," she said in a very soft voice, "It's been a long time, adding, "That was good, very good." She hugged me with her whole might. I was too overwhelmed to speak.We were still lying naked together when we heard a car stopping outside. "Your father and your sister," Mom whispered, "Get dressed quickly." "Don't worry mom, It will take some time for them to pay the taxi and come in." I said and started dressing in hurry. <> The next morning I played the act of preparing to go to college but I had no intention to go. I left the home only for a few minutes and as soon as I saw my dad and sister leave the home, I returned. Instead of knocking the door I again used the wall to enter silently into the house. Mom was still busy in the kitchen. From the open door I can hear her humming a film song. She was wearing a blue shalwar suit and taken a shower. Her breasts were standing out especially proud and I could easily see that, despite being alone she was very happy. Putting my books on a table I moved quietly behind her. "OH...Who...?" Mom get startled as my hands grabbed her in my arms. I could feel her heart beating fast. Realising who I am she said, "You....are not supposed to be here." "How can a worshiper remain away from his goddess." I whispered and held her tightly. "You shouldn't do that," she protested as I lifted her shirt above her ass. "You could turn around and go down on your knees instead," I said, surprised by my brazen, vulgar suggestion. "A kitchen is not a place for such things." "What things mom...will you be precise." I said and rubbed my face over her shoulder. "You know what I mean...." "Be vulgar with me mom... a little please" I demanded "Choo...Chudai...that's what..." she said smiling By now I raised her shirt up and caressed her bare belly. I inserted my finger into her navel. She shivered and this made it clear she was enjoying my advances. A touch on her ass told me that she wasn't wearing any panties! In one quick action I undid her shalwar and my pants and let them fall on floor. She sucked her breath as my hand started sliding over her buttocks. I cupped and squeezed each buttock, then spread them apart, lodging my cock in the resulting groove underneath the shirt. The sensation of her bare buttocks folding around my cock was almost unbearable. I flexed my hips to push my cock between her legs. "We should stop now, before we get carried away." "My love don't beleive in formalities mom." "If you love me then call me Shoba...but first tell, do you really love me." she said "I love you more than anything, my bride ... my doll ... my Shoba." "Prove it." "The prove is your cunt mom who is eager to mate my cock." I whispered Just a touch on her labia told me she was very lubricated. My cock started sliding through Mom's legs again and she started breathing harder. I was already going deeper, shoving it up her tunnel. I positioned my erect pole on her slick tunnel and shoved it in. Mom mewled and grabbed the sink tightly. I began to fuck her slow but steady. About three minutes later Mom had to move her hands from the sink to the taps because she was sloshing water all over the place. I nudged her feet apart and whispered. "Stand up on your tippy-toes." It was a weird request but Mom did it, a foreshadow of our coming sex life. The tension in her leg muscles tightened her cunt's grip on my cock and we both groaned. I screwed her like that until it became too hard to lift my cock into her and dragged her away from the counter. Amazingly, Mom walked her legs back on her tippy-toes, like a ballerina doing point work. Her hands slipped off the taps and grabbed the edge of the sink as her head sagged between her outstretched arms. I slammed against her butt. Now my thighs were slapping loudly against the back of Mom's. I don't know how she stayed up on her toes under that assault but she did. When I came, I dragged Mom completely away from the sink. Her hands dropped on the floor to brace against my attack and her hair fell over her dangling head. I wondered if she was watching her legs which quivered the whole time my spunk was spurting inside her. It was a loud, gasping come on both our parts. As our orgasm subsided mom turned and showered me with kisses. She kept repeating, "I love you...I love you..." "No more Rustums?" I asked. "Not as long as you can give me what I need darling." she replied I knew that in mom I had found what he had always wanted in a woman, and it was made all the sweeter because she was my mother. She was the fantasy and was also the reality. For Mom, I was her fantasy male. A male who was head over heel in love with her. She knew that she would need no other male for as long as I wanted her. For her too the fact of mother and son incest added indescribable pleasure to our love and sexual union. Dressing partially we moved to my bedroom. There we decided to lay on the bed naked. There was no hurry so no sex started immediately. We talked for some time. "I know how badly dad treat you mom so I wanna take your sorrows and give you real love." I told her. Listening this she hugged me tightly. She Said, "I have borne a lot of hardships in my life, I gave everything to your father but he didn't give me reward. He ignores me because I am getting old." "Just 40 is not old." "For him it is." She said bitterly "Was he good to you when he married you?" I asked My question took her to her past. She smiled and said, "You won't believe how slim was I then. My breast size was 32 only and same was the size of my bum. He was in love with me then, but like an animal. He abused my body and now that size 32 is 38." "You look sexier now. I love you shoba." I assured her and rubbed at her aureola. Our mouths touched each other and we started kissing. I grabbed her tits and sqeesed them. She was screaming, "Aahista, dard hota hai. (slow,, its pain)" I put my tongue on one of her nipples and licked and after some seconds, I started to suck it badly. Her big breasts filled me with lust, I could feel the red spots and marks on breast which were definitely hurting her. Her nipples were erect and got wet by my saliva. I then started to giving her smooches again, Ii was sucking her stomach, putting my tongue in the armpits. I was sucking her from everywhere. I wanted to give her pain, pleasure and the SEX. I then started to lick her feet. this perhaps was something no lover of her did to her. She was wriggling like fish without water. After licking and feet and calfs, I put my cock in her mouth. she started to suck my cock like a hungry girl. She was taking my cock fully in her mouth, my cock was fully went wet, she was rubbing it with tongue, I can feel the cock in her throat. She was doing some bites with lips. A pornstar can't suck cock the way my mom was sucking me. I think it was something taught to her by uncle Rustum. Realising that she was ready for mating again I got up and started to giving smooches. Her salive totally made my mouth wet, we were kissing like dogs...She was holding my head from back and giving me smooches and bites on lips. She was sucking my lips like a mature slut. She was getting me in her desires. She was too hot. She was a slut and whore. She was the woman of pleasure. She asked me to lay down, and she stood up and came to my legs, and sucked my thighs, chest, feet, like porn movies actress. Her big breast were getting sink in my chest. She was looking like slut and she really was a slut. A slut hired for one day. I pushed to lay her in straight position. I opened her legs and set my cock on her damn wet pussy and rub the clit with the help of dick and after a moment I put it in her pussy. She moaned and I pull out my cock and put it again with force. She moaned, "Ahista yeh phudi hai jani bacho ke khelni ki cheez nahin." These words were making me hot and wild. I laid down on her stomach and was smooching her with saliva and pinching her nipples hards and fucking her wildly. I was fucking her pussy. I was giving hard and deep strokes, which was making her moaned. Believe me, it is joyful to fuck a mature woman. I was sqeeuzing her big boobs while fucking, She was giving good response by moaning and pushing me towards her pussy. She was holding my cock tightly with pussy lips. It was bit painful for me, anyhow, I fucked her pussy for 10-20 minutes. I again stood up on bed and ordered her to be in doggy position. "yes Is tarha pora ander chala jata hai, (it will penetrate full)" said by Mama. She was turned into doggy style, her bibs were handing, hanging like mangoes. I spit on my dick and put it in her pussy, she was right, my cock got down in pussy and i held her boobs. I was fucking her badly, while holding her both boobs in hand. " Thats too much, I feel pain, fuck me slowly." "Don'y you want your new husband to enjoy you the way he wants Shoba." I asked and slapped her buttocks. "Madar chode." was all she said She was screaming with pain, her face was just look like she was crying due to pain. She said, that my father never fucked het for more than 5 minutes. I wasn't listening her cause I was roaming in the valley of lust, i was licking her back, slapping her big butts (buttocks). When I pulled my cock out, it was red and tight like rod. I said, see it, she smiled and ordered me to lay down. She again started to sucking my chest, my lips and neck. She came over to me, held my dick, set on pussy and sat down on it and by seeing it, my whole dick went inside. She was moaning, "Mar gaii, you have got a long one." I caught her boobs and asked to ride fast. She was fucking me hard, she was going up and down with force and speed, her boobs were bouncing in air, it was nice to see my cock going up and down... Despite a cool weather we were wet in sweat. The room was full of moans, and her face was showing her pain. I was cuming now, I said, "I am cumming Shoba, fuck me hard." She increased her speed, i grabbed her boobs badly and by moans, Chodo mama mujhe, chodo mujhe, lo mera Lund ander, haaan me aa gaya Oyeee...I cummed out. She stood up and laid down with me. We closed our eyes and were breathing heavily. My dream of conquaring her was fulfilled. She hugged me and started kissing me softly and saying thanks. By the time I went to the bathroom my dick was suffering in minor pain. After all fucking a whore was no joke. So that's how it went. Mom and I carried on for years and years. Everyone commented on how close we were but nobody suspected what was really going on between us despite several close calls. There was one brief period when I thought things might break down, and that was when Mom announced she was pregnant. I thought that my father might balk at this, but by then he himself made Rozia pregnant. He was too busy to sort that out. He had little time to object to, even if he had wanted to, and so the mutual consent continued.