Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Smiling Widow This story is without any names and without any reference to any religion. I was 22 when my father died suddenly. His death changed everything for me. Being the eldest son I was asked to take responsibility of my family. My family included my mom and three siblings. My siblings included one brother of 18 and two sisters aging 14 and 11. My father left enough for us to survive and then a friend of my father employed me in his firm. This meant that life will remain same for all. My siblings will continue to study in the same schools and my mom will continue to look after the house the way she was looking before. Within days I became a responsible man from the care free boy. Nobody saw the change that was taking place inside me. Looking at my widow mom I was thinking more and more about her. Right from the day I saw her mourning the dead body of my father I was thinking about her. How different she was looking in her white dress with her hair loose over her shoulders. Call me a freak or whatever but I felt differently about my mom. She was a teenager when she got married and only a year later she had me. That meant the she was a widow at the age of 42. Mom was a strange combination of womanhood. She was not fat but she was not slim, she was not tall but she was not short. She was not white but she was not dark either and she was not beautiful but she was not bad looking either. Same type of things can be said about her eyes, hairs, ass cheeks and her boobs. the thing that sadden me was that from a life-loving woman she was turned into a life-hating widow. the death of her husband was not her fault but she was punished for that. That was not fair in my opinion. I wanted to make her happy and life-loving person. Since hitting my teens I was a voyeur. I was a voyeur in the sense I got more sexual satisfaction from 'looking' at porn pictures than at real girls. When I masturbated I could dress my fantasy girl do whatever I wanted. I guess I had two sex lives: the 'official' proper one and the 'dirty' fantasy one, and these two never collided. My fantasy life was crowded with imaginary girls and women clad in seductive cloths and happy to do whatever my mood desired of them. Their existence, however, was known only to me, and they were locked away in the depth of my mind. I suppose I assumed it would always be that way until I saw my mom coming out of bathroom after a shower. Her hairs were still wet and a towel was spread over her shoulders. Her hands were lifted up to her head massaging her hair and her breasts were jiggling only feet away from where I stood. The desire to watch her that day was stronger than the thought of ignoring her. A son isn't supposed to take notice of his mother's breasts, or her body, but telling that to myself that didn't work very well. From that day onward everything she did seemed to be a reason for me to jump into fantasy. I really did try to stop myself at first. I even heard the words in my head, "Stop it...stop it...STOP IT." In my fantasy world I don't have any sibling but only mom. I'm was the one she smiles at, and even kisses. We held the kiss and embrace for a long time and when we break, my mother's response is, "Oh dear." After she composes herself, she says, "We should talk about this dear." She calls me 'Dear,' a lot in my fantasies even though I'd never actually heard her refer to me that way. My mind fast-forwards and I fully expect to have sex with her. She seems transfixed as she watches me unzip my pants and release the hardened mass that springs out. My cock strains for her hand, which she doesn't move. I urge her hand onto my cock and she softly caresses it. As I fondle her breast and nipple, she mimics the motions on my shaft and knob. We kiss and our tongues play until I'm almost crazed and then she pulls back and lets out a whimper. She says, "I think we should stop now dear," as if we had been playing a card game. Even though it's my story, I can't make it too easy, because part of the fun is the tease. So she says, "Get dressed sweetheart, it's time to make dinner,". I'm spending much too much time on this fantasy, but it took on a life a life of its own. And the imagined things she says to me are turning me on as much as the sex. God I wanted to seduce her. That was pure madness. A fantasy was a fantasy and a reality was reality. If I'm honest I suppose deep down I was scared of her. She was always in control and always telling me what to do, and I always did as I was told. Seducing her in reality was an impossibility but then things started to change. Our house had three bedroom so living was no problem for us. One room reseved for our parents continued to remain in the use of mother. In one room I and my brother were living while the last one was used by my two sisters. One day the elder brother of my mom and his wife visited us. Mom asked me to give my room to them for few days. She asked my sisters to sleep with her while I and my brother were asked to move in the room of my sisters. Why my room was given to my uncle and his wife because it was a bigger room than the room of my sisters. The wife of my uncle was quiet frank with mother. Looking at her she remarked. "Why are you still mourning the death of your hubby?" "Is that wrong?" mom asked. "Yes it is.... In this a big city ... nobody can afford to be widow for more than a month." she said "Come on sister..." said my uncle to my mom, "Don't perish like a old woman." That attack from two of her close relative sent mom to defensive. "My children are my life.... I don't know what else I need now?" "You need happiness as much as anyone." said my aunt For the time being the topic was closed but it surfaced again when my aunt started showing mom an album she brought with her. They were sitting together on a couch and luckily I was sitting with them too. It was full of photos from past. "Look at that, how slim and charming you are looking." My aunt pointed to an old picture. "Wow... I haven't seen this one in ages," mom exclaimed. "I bet you haven't seen many photos of your mom when she was around your age," My aunt turned the album towards me and said to me. I shook my head and stood beside my mother, looking at the photographs. One photo was showing her in a yellow shirt and white choridar and she was looking quiet something. "At least I used to be pretty," mom sighed as she looked at that photo of herself. "Used to be? Hell, you look as great as you did back then! Maybe better." my aunt looked at her, running her eyes up and down her body. "I wish my body looked half as good as yours does. I was always so envious of your curves. They still look as nice as they did twenty years ago too." She gave a blatant stare down towards mom's chest. the shock was beyond my imagination when I saw my aunt reach down and gave mom's breasts a hard squeeze, cupping them in her hands and pinching her nipples. Mom gasped and squealed as she wrestled my aunt's hands from her breasts. I tilted my head down, trying to hide my excitement over having seen my aunt grope her. My cock was throbbing. "Damnit, be gentle!" mom gasped, suppressing a smile. It was clear that they were very free with each other. My aunt wasn't bothering to hide her delight at what she had done. She was laughing as she stared at mom. "You're nasty," mom protested, "Not in front of my son. Please." She let out a gasp and blushed. Her eyes met mine as she gave me a mortified look. I managed to keep my composure, but in all honesty I wanted to at least smile, if not laugh aloud. "Relax. It's not like he doesn't already know that you're sexy." "He's my son." Mom's jaw was clenched as she glared at her frind. I feared that she wanted to strike her. "If he is a normal guy, I bet he thinks they're as nice as I do." she remarked. "You're incorrigible." Mom said and stormed out of the room. My aunt gave me a worried look. "I better go talk to her," she said. "No. Give her some time," I advised. "She will cool-off soon." "Thanks, nephew. I was only half-joking. I guess your mom doesn't appreciate my sense of humor like she used to," she said with regret. "She is still mourning the death of her husband. She'll be okay though." Just before dinner everything was back to normal. My aunt was helping mom in the kitchen. The rest of us were watching TV and waiting for our dinner. After the dinner other went to their rooms but I kept watching TV. Then I saw the album brought my my aunt lying on a side table. I picked it up a started going through it. A lot of photos were showing mom in different age groups. Some photos were before her marriage and some after her marriage. Two photos that caught my attention most were the one in which she was shown wearing red bridal dress. I wished to see mom again wearing that dress. Then I saw the another incredible photo. My mom and dad were standing on a beach that I had never seen before. They looked quite young. It wasn't her honeymoon photo because in it mom was clearly pregnant. Looking at her swollen belly the thought struck me that the baby inside her belly was me. Me even before my birth. I took the album to my bathroom and masturbated by looking at the phote of my pregnant mom. While my uncle and aunt were visiting another interesting incident took place. One day I came to my house and saw one of my sisters occupying my bed. Mom was in kitchen working when I told her that I want to rest but my bed is occupied. She said that I could go and rest on her bed. Apparently there was nothing unusual about this but when I laid myself down on her bed things started to change. In her room I was greeted by a feminine scent that was very intoxicating. I thought that on the same bed my dad used to fuck my mom. She came here once as a bride. This thought turned me on. I was only resting when I realised that mom came in and laid herself down besides me. She was tired and soon fell to sleep. I changed my position and my body hit that of her. The entire episode was very shocking to me. Her back was towards me and as I pressed up against her back, my semi hard cock fit right into the small of her back. I don't know what took me over. I kissed her on her neck and move my hand down her waist. She didn't even move as I found my hand go over her stomach. I had to move my hands slowly so that I did not wake her up. Soon my hand was over her breasts. "Stop." I heard her say and I stopped. "What are you doing?" "I am sorry... what happened." I feigned sleep. "Don't try to be smart with me son....I can feel your arousal." "Come on mom....it is a small incident." "I can slap you for this ... but I am giving you a chance to mend yourself." She knew she couldn't physically handle me like she used to when I was a child. I was bigger then her and could pick her up if I wanted too. But She wanted to show her anger. "There is nothing to mend mom...please don't be angry." "No it is not. I am noticing how you are noticing me ... since ...your father died." "I am sorry." "you are terrible ... and disgusting." "I was dreaming something ...err... when you came in and laid you besides me." "I can forgive you once ... but not again." "I love you mom and I want you to behave like the way you used to behave in the life of father." "None of your business." I left her room with mix feeling. On one side she was not behaving like my fantasy but on the other she was not too much angry. I was fearing that what I did might be mentioned to my uncle. I was happy that whatever happened was kept by mom to herself. Next evening my uncle took all of us to a movie and dinner. Mom was reluctant initially but then agreed. I was surprised to see her wearing a nice blue dress again. When all of us were having our dinner my uncle advised me to take extra care of my mother. To my pleasure mom told her brother that I was already taking her extra care. Mom saw me looking at her. She said to her brother, "Please do me a favor...Bhayya" "Anything for you dear sister." he said in a lighter mood "Find a match for my elder son...I want to see him married." "Hey ... come on ... whats the hurry....let him setlle a little." "No ... find a match for him ...its a request." "Alright...cool down...I had a couple of girls in my mind." "Such as ...???" mom inquired "Next time we will visit we will come with their photos ... and other details." uncle registered and looked towards his wife. "Okay but don't forget. I will remind you on phone." mom persisted. I kept quiet during that talk like a good son but my naughty aunt remarked. "To me it appears that your son already has some one in his mind." "Who?" asked my youngest sister. "What?" I said as if not listening to anything. Everyone laughed and my uncle said, "Lets close it for now but sister dear, talk to your son first about his preferences." The talk was casual but I realized that it has it effect on mom. I kept my cool and gave no clue about my inner feelings. Once my uncle and aunt were gone mom began to come out of her gloomy shell. It began in small ways. She got a sense of pride back in the appearance of the house, and I found that I was having to do fewer chores. she started preparing lunch and dinner at proper time. From that point on, about three months ago, Mum's changing ways became more and more pronounced. I came home one evening and had to look twice at her to see what was different. Of course, that was it, Mum was wearing make-up and a colorful dress. I gave her a whistle and told her how terrific she looked. Mum blushed and smiled and I could tell she was pleased at my reaction. "Actually I was called to a birthday party by our neighbors." she clarified "Go to parties or arrange parties but take care of yourself." "This dress is an old one. It's a little tight in some places." she said with a foxy smile. "It's a shame you don't have more self-confidence, mom," I told her. "You look stunning in it." "I do, but look at this." Mom tugged the hem of her dress down and adjusted it, then turned to the side. "I think my ass looks fat." I ran my eyes down over the curves of her body to her hips and backside. She looked perfect and I'm sure that many others would have agreed. "No, mom, it doesn't. It, and the rest of you, look great." Mom looked at me facing me. My eyes moved up over them to the outline of her breasts and hard nipples."I want to talk to you about something." she said, "You are free to talk anything mom." "Bhayya talked to me on phone and he says he has found a match for you." That news was a bombshell for me but I kept my cool. "Have you seen her" I asked "Your uncle sent me her photo." "Is she more beautiful than you." "Yes ... she is." she said with some difficulty "Are her eyes bigger than yours." "Oh yeah...I think so but stop comparing her with me." "Is she as curvey as ...?" "Shut up you naughty naughty boy." she said but I saw her smiling. "Do you have someone in mind?" Getting the courage I said, "I don't want those girls mom. I don't really find them attractive any more. I want a woman like you mom. I just don't feel that with those girls." "You want a woman as old as me. I don't believe you?" "Not as old as you mom," I said and looked at her eyes. "same as you." she was shocked but behaving like a mom she said, "Give it time: you'll find that woman. Thinking about me isn't appropriate." Like a good mother she tried to convince me about the benefits of a marriage. "Let me first get over the love I had for you." "I want you to love me too, but not in that...dirty way." I said, "Love is never dirty mom, I can't help loving you thats all." She said, "That's not love, what they're doing...that's a sin." I said, "Mom maybe it's better if I move out." I knew I could share a room with some of my male colleagues. Mom said, "I don't know what to think anymore. " She covered her mouth and I could see tears starting to form. I controlled myself and moved out of the house in mock anger. On next couple of days I came late because of the extra burden of work and some days my friend kept me busy. I came late to home. I did nothing on purpose but I saw a change in mom. At first, she hardly seemed to notice my absence, and could barely raise a greeting when I came home. But suddenly, her mood changed. One night she remarked, "Aren't you forgetting your promise to your Dad? You promised to take care of the house in his absence. Remember." "You also promised to take care of your children, particularly me." I reminded her "What you want me to do?" "I leave this to you." Next day when I arrived home, Mom was in her room. she shouted from her room that dinner would be ready shortly and for me to wait for her in the kitchen. I changed and took a seat at small counter inside the kitchen. I heard Mum enter the kitchen behind me and turned around to say hello. Man, I almost choked when I saw her. Mum was wearing a tight purple shirt and a striped tight pajama along with high heel pumps. My jaw dropped open as my eyes followed her walking to the refrigerator. From behind I could see that her dress was so tight, that her butt cheeks were hardly contained by the material. Mum took a cane of soda out of the fridge and climbed onto the high stool on my right. I stared without shame, as she slowly crossed her right leg over her left in such a way that her right shoe now dangled in between my own legs and gently rubbed against them. She opened the cane in a way to focus my attention on it and away from her legs. I watched as she played her thumb around the opening, every so often allowing a fingernail to gently slip inside. Mum's hand was wet now from the condensation on the outside of the bottle, and I grew harder as she brought her hand up to her lips and stuck out her tongue to sensuously lick her fingers dry. As she let the soda gush she quickly brought the cane up to her mouth and took a drink. I was breathing very hard now and Mom could tell. She put her hand on my knee and huskily said: "Is my dress okay?" "This dress so good, that you look another person." She said that she had found the dress at the back of a drawer and decided to check whether it still fits her. It was a game. She was thinking that she will change me to a normal person and I was thinking to seduce her one day. another day she decided to have a one to one talk with me. It was late in night. I was watching TV in the living room while all other were sleeping in their room. I saw mom coming out of her room to drink water. After drinking the water she came towards me and sat down near me. night gown "Why you are not sleeping?" "Nothing special, tomorrow is holiday and this movie is interesting." "I want to talk to you." "About what?" "About us." "Carry on." "Stop staring at me ... in the presence of other." "I try my best but sometimes I am helpless." "I'm your mother. I can't let you do it. Please stop it. I'm begging you." "I will be careful ...but only in the presence of others." "Son, have I done something to upset you?" "No." "Is it that I didn't keep my body covered enough in this small house? Have I teased you? Is it that I only wear a small towel around me when I come out from the shower?" "No." "Then what is it?" "What it is, is That I love you." "This is called insanity." "A man loving a woman is not insanity." "But you can't; I'm your mother." "You keep saying that. Don't you think I know you're my mother? You're my mother and I love you as a woman. Is that plain enough?" "We have to talk to someone about this; we can get you help so you won't feel this way." "Mom I'm not crazy. I don't want to not feel this way. It feels good to want you. I like thinking about your long legs and how your ass looks in a tight shirt and how it would look out of a shirt. I'm just at the point where I'm not going to go on with the charade of pretending I don't want to sleep with you. I'm not going to pretend I don't want this." As she was sitting close to me I picked one of her hand. Her hand looked so small in my hand. I kissed back of her hand but she was jolted. "I LOVE YOU WITH EVEVRY FIBER IN MY BODY AND WITH EVERY DROOP OF MY BLOOD" "I will like to die before committing a sin. Don't you understand." she said but did nothing to move her hand away from mine. "I respect you and I will never force myself on you...understand." I told her. "That's good." She said and went to her room. Next day was a holiday. Mom announced that she cleaning her room. She wanted to move some stuff out of her room. My siblings wanted to help her but she told them that she will do it on her own. After lunch when all others were in their rooms she called me in her room. When I entered in her room I saw her standing in a pink shalwar-kameez suit without the dupatta. I could see down between her breasts, just about down to her tummy. Fuck! No bra. I felt my pulse quicken. She pointed to a high place over a cupboard and said, "Please grab that bag from there... I want it." I tried to reach that bag but it was higher than my height. Even a small stool was not enough to reach that. A ladder was needed but we didn't have a ladder. I told this to mom. "Can you pick me up ... I will try to reach that myself." Was she out of mind. Touching her can make me hard and grabbing her soft and supple body meant I will cum in my dress. That was an opportunity I don't want to miss. I turned my back to cupboard and asked her to stand facing me. Putting my hands around her ass I lifted her up. "Oh ... a little more." she insisted I was on my toes and my cock was at full mast. Her body was silky and curvey. feeling her with my body took me over the moon. She was wearing a strange scent and my mind was not thinking straight. She somehow, picked the bag and asked me to drop her down. I did that but instead of letting her go, I kissed on her bare neck. "Kya kar rahe ho .... koi Aa jaye ga. [some body might come in." Her words made me realise that she had no objection in kissing. I kissed her again but then she withdrew her body away from me. I tried to hug her again but then my younger brother called from outside. "Ma are you there? ... give me some money ... I am going to bazar." "Wait ... I am coming out." I let mom go. She was breathing hard. She grabbed her purse and went out. I sat down on a chair with a raging hard on. After sending my brother to bazar she came back. suddenly she was a changed woman. "We need to talk about what you did." My heart was pounding. I knew. "I'm sorry. It was stupid. It won't happen again.." She looked at me serious, her eyes burrowing into me. "You're crazy, you know that." "It was because of the way you were dressed." "What's wrong with it?" "No dupatta and No Bra." I said with some difficulty. "That is how I dress and this is my house. I can't change my whole life, for you. Is that what I need to do? I trust you. Do I need to be more careful around you?" I decided not to reply. She kept staring at me, as if trying to figure me out. "Why don't you go out and ... do it with a woman of ill repute." Let me confess that I wasn't a virgin, I had hooked up twice, fucked whores with friends but felt cheated. The way they talked and bared themselves was no fun at all. "Are you suggesting me to fuck a whore? A whore who can give me a disease." "I am not suggesting anything, I just want you to leave me alone." "I am sorry but all that happened was not my fault." "Don't blame me stupid. Some of my clothes were in the dryer so I was dressed this way. This is my house. I...dress how I dress young man. You need to respect that." "Mom don't you know men. How easily they get aroused.?" "Your fa..father was ... not like that." "My father was a asshole mom... he treated you like a servant and not like a beloved." Her mouth opened in shock. What I said was a truth. "Mind your language ...that was none of your business." "I just touched you a little." "A LITTLE!" I got up and turned from her, " I'll pack. I'm out of here." I was resigned to where this was going. She lifted her head, surprise in her eyes. She took my hand and tugged me back. Definitely what she did not want to hear. I sat back down. "Now don't you go play THAT game." And she continued, "You are not as important to me as to the entire family." she paused. And I stood up from the chair, I had a solid erection and I simply slid back and let her look at it. "So you did that, and I get this. Now is THAT my fault?" she was not as much socked as she was amused. "Mom, you can do whatever you want to do. It's your house. I respect that. But then I don't have to pretend that when you do what you do in your house, and I can not help it." "I'll be more careful." She said like Attiqa She looked at my cock. Then turned her head, looked out the window, held her hand on her head, twirling her hair. "We can get through this. But no grabbing. Hear." That was the most bizarre conversation I had ever had my whole life, and I don't think it helped a bit. So this is how it was going to be. Our barriers were continually melting. The edges falling away. Her flesh was always before me. I was reacting in kind. The heat all around us. If she was going to let me see her, if she was going to 'express' herself how she wanted, then I was going to let my body express itself how it wanted. Then I told my mom that my firm is willing to lend me a residence if I want so. I also told her that it will be good for both of us if I move out of the house. She suspected this news as another emotional black mail. "If you want to move I will not stop you... but I want to see that residence first." she said She perhaps was thinking that if there will be no residence I will take my word back. But I had planned everything before. One of my colleague was going out of town for one week and handed me the key of his house. He wanted me to feed some of his pets in his absence. "I can show it to you tomorrow evening." "Tomorrow evening, Fine." She said and that was the end of our conversation. Next evening when I came home I saw mom in a ready to go with me. She was wearing a provocative banarsi saree of maroon colour. Her light make up and light jewlery were making her look very desirable. We told my siblings that we were going out for a short while and will be back soon. We hired a taxi because mom was not ready to ride my bike. In the taxi we kept silent most of the time. The weather turned cloudy and by the time we reached our destination a slight drizzle started. I unlocked the apartment and let mom enter. After entering myself I locked it again. "That is it mom." I said, Mom looked at the furnished apartment and the pets, "It appears that some one is already lives here." she remarked. "The last tenant will remove his belongings in couple of days." I informed. "Really???" She moved in front of me and looking at her jiggling ass my mind started thinking wrong. Below her shapely waist, her hips flared and her heavy buttocks jutted outside. The mere sight of her sensuous figure made my heart leap to my throat. I felt a deep urge to leap on her and mash her buttocks in my fist like dough. When she entered the bedroom I tiptoed behind her and held her by her waist. I put my arms around her and hugged her deeply. My palms came over her soft tummy and tickled her tummy a little. She got startled and wriggled in my arms. Her soft body felt like butter in my embrace. My lewd fingers tried to find the deep navel at the center of her belly. The warmth of her body sipped from her cloths and burnt my torso. I pressed my body on her backside. My hard dick nestled between her soft buttocks. She wriggled her ass as felt my hardon crushing between her soft round buttocks. The hot iron dick burnt my jeans as well her soft ass mounds. My face came down over her bare shoulder; I touched her cheek with my cheek. "How many time I have to remind you that I am your mother." she protested. "No, You are my woman." "Relax and listen." She said and I let her go out of my grip. She turned to face me. I saw her glancing at my erection and then looking in my eyes. "Be frank and tell me since when you started ogling me as a woman?" I was not in a position to narrate everything so I said, "Since I saw your past photos. Specially the ones in which you were wearing bridal dress. - -WHAT? THOSE PICTURES YOUR AUNT BROUGHT WITH HER? - "YEAH." "That were my past pictures and no different then the pictures of a another woman." "Sorry mom but to be very truthful, you are more beautiful than any woman I have come in my life. - Her ears were red, her cheeks was rosy, -But you should not look at your mom like that. - She tried to give me a stern gaze. I took my mom -(TM)s hand in mine and knelt before her, she looked baffled as I took her hand and kissed on the back of her hand. I looked into her deep baffling eyes and gathered all my strength to pour out my heart, -I love you mom. I love you more than anything in this world. - She tried to give me a stern look and tried to free her hand, -Stop that son. You are insane. Loving one -(TM)s mom is forbidden. - I pressed her palms on my cheek and said, -It has happened to me mom. I fell in love with you, you are my dream, you are my passion, you are my goal. - "What you have seen in me which you have not seen in others," "Do you want me to be frank or a compromiser?" "say it, I won't mind" "you are a complete woman in my eyes" "And what a complete woman is?" "breasts as full as yours, ass as round as yours, eyes as talking as yours, hairs as long as yours, cheeks as soft as yours, belly as smooth as yours, legs as long as yours, thighs..." "stop please stop ... I am no different from others" she was restless. "I won't force myself on you. Let us go back to our home." I stood up and moved towards the door. "WAIT!" I heard her and I stopped. "Come back here!" she commanded. Still keeping my face to the wall, I stopped and shuffled back. But then she said something that puzzled and surprised me. "Turn around." "Let me show you how old am I, look once at me and it will change your mind." I turned slowly, keeping my head down. When I raised it again I saw mom taking her dress off. One by one I saw her remove her garments. Saree was first to go, followed by the blouse and the petticoat. Next to go were her bra and panty. I again dropped my head because I was not expecting any of that. Within seconds she was standing buck naked in front of me. "Look at me! She commanded. "You wanted to see me ... so look at me. Come on you bastard!" Was this a trick ... was it going to be some form of punishment? For a while I was confused and uncertain what to do. Did she really want me to look at her ... or was she going to slap my face the moment I looked up! Slowly and gingerly I raised my head. When I'd realised she knew I was watching her, my cock was hard like steel. Naked she looked whiter and my eyes went to the bush between her legs, and then on up to her nipple-crowned breasts. She looked so God-damn sexy standing there ... angry, but seemingly unaware and unashamed of her nakedness. She followed my eyes as they lifted up and explored her body. He face seemed a mixture of emotions, but the expression in her eyes was dark and angry. "Satisfied?" she said harshly. "This is the body of a used woman not that of a virgin." "You are beautiful." I repeated "No my boy no, look my breasts are sagging ... touch my tits and see they are not as firm as they used to be. I mean at the time of my old pictures." It was odd, but although the tone of her voice was angry, as if she was telling me off and giving me a proper dressing-down, but the words made no sense to me. What was this about; she wasn't really offering her breasts to my hands ... was she? I kept myself in check so mom moved forward till she was standing right before me. Then she reached down and took my hands and lifted them up to her breasts. "Come on my naughty boy ... check my tits! This is what you want, isn't it?" As my hands closed over her breasts and I felt the hard nipples snuggling into my palms. I had no idea what game she was playing with me, but what the fuck, I wasn't going to miss this chance. I squeezed and massaged and fondled her glorious glands ... I even rubbed my thumb over one of her nipples. As I did so I was sure her eyes squinted closed, just for a moment. "I won't believe you if you tell me that they are attractive to you?" she murmured "The truth is mom, they are...and the prove is at my front." I pointed to my erection. Her eyes turned bigger and her lips formed an 'O'. I felt her hand touch the front of my jeans and her fingers softly taking hold of my hard cock. She began to gently fondle my cock, her surprisingly soft fingers sliding up and down my enthusiastic penis and sending me into waves of ecstasy. "Is that what you want mummy to do?" she whispered. "Rub your hard dick for you ...? You want mummy to rub it till you cum?" "No mom, I want to fuck you." My words shocked her but she kept rubbing me over the jeans. It was all too much, and with a low grunt I came hard in my trousers, pumping and pumping as her fingers tightly squeezed and massaged my cock. It was a mammoth, earth-shattering climax, better than anything that had gone before. My eyes closed and my head spun in an unbelievable and unexpected ecstasy of delight. I was so bombed by the experience I didn't notice her hand leave my cock. "This will satisfy you, I am sure." "You ruined my jeans." I protested "Go and clean them in the bathroom. I moved to bathroom and took all my cloths off. I cleaned my cock and rinsed my jeans. After hanging the jeans on a hook, I returned to the bedroom naked. I was expecting mom to be fully dressed but she was lying on the bed naked. "I'm an old woman ... and I'm your mother. You shouldn't be looking at me ... not in that way." "I know," I said. "I'm sorry ... I can't help myself." She gave a short harsh laugh. "You're a man, that's explanation enough. Men want sex all the time ... and from anything with a hole but I have no idea that a son can lust his mother too." I'm not quite sure why but I suddenly felt it was time for me to say something real and true, so I took a deep breath. "Mother," I began. "It's not just because you're a woman. I ... I don't know why, but ... I think I've become infatuated with you ... for some reason. I can't really explain it, but I just find you so attractive ... so beautiful. I can't help it. I just wanted to see more..." Strange as it may seem, it was probably exactly the right thing to say. She looked at me for a long time, her head cocked to one side and a thoughtful, almost puzzled look on her face. "Okay ... If I will let you once ... then promise never again." "Alright ... once ... and it might help me change my mind." "You know you are a dirty little shit!" she said in a harsh but controlled manner. She was angry but in way where I knew it was not real. I'm not quite sure why, but I felt my cock go rock solid. "You're a typical man. You just want a woman for the dirty thrills you get fondling and feeling at her body! All those disgusting things you do in your dirty lustful dreams ... when you're playing with yourself. You want to do them in reality, don't you? You want the woman to do as she's told ... to obey you ... to accept all those dirty hands and fingers and cocks you want to rub over her?" She said all this with such feeling I instinctively began to protest. But she said, "what are you waiting for, come here!" she hissed at me. I must admit to having this strange quivering excitement throughout my whole body. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was beginning to suspect it was gonna be something real good. I reached up and grabbed for her tits. I guess by that time I was on fire, I clasped her bare bosoms with my hot sweaty and lustful hands. She moaned again as I squeezed and groped and fumbled at her tits. "Poor me God, forgive me" she said as I continued to tear at her breasts. "I am doing it only for my son. Mummy has to let him take what he wants ... poor mummy." She looked at my raging hard cock with mournful eyes, but with a slight twinkle not quite hidden. "God or no God, there is no turning back now." "Ma meri, look at you?" "Is something wrong?" I asked "You have a got a lauda [big cock]." "Every man have this mom" "NO a small one is called 'nooni' and an averge is called 'Lun' but a large one is called 'Lauda'." "Whatever it is mom it is yours now." "Do you want me to put this thing in my mouth first? Is that it? Make mummy suck your filthy cock? Push it in her mouth and down her throat, and make her suck and gobble at it? How can you do that to our own poor mother? How can you?" But by now I knew her game and what she was saying, so I grabbed her head and brought it in towards my cock. "Oh yes mum," I whispered, "that's what I want you to do!" With a wail of protest she opened he mouth wide and I slipped my cock deep into that velvet purse. Her lips closed around me and she began to mover her head back and forth rhythmically. After a moment her tongue began to wrap itself around my tool and she played with it and caressed it as she pumped with her mouth. It was amazing. I mean I can't tell you or explain just how amazing it was. My own mother sucking my cock ... but not just sucking it, she was skilfully doing things I'd never experienced before ... touching and tickling and probing ... making me feel more aroused and lustful and sheer bloody amazing than ever before. But even beyond the sheer sexual beauty of her obvious skills and techniques, was the fact she was my mother. The incestual part was blowing me away the most. For God's sake this was my own hard-nosed bitchy mother sucking me off! Realising that she might again make me cum I withdrew my cock from her mouth. I pushed her back to bed and she anticipated my next move. "Think again, before you commit the greatest sin and ...." "Thinking time is over mom ...And?" "I never had this big in me, your father was average." "I will slow and gentle mom ...now spread your legs." I moved over her and started kissing her lips. A finger of my right hand checked her 'Choot'. The feel of her soft mound and the silky wetness inside was the ultimate fantasy of any male. My head moved to her nipple and I sucked on them. "Ahhhh...Oh.....Ahhhh." she moaned I drew my finger back and rubbed her silky smooth ass cheek. "Uffff....Ma ...Ufff." she kept moaning. That was a clear sighn of her readiness. My position changed and I started to suck her deep navel. First I put my finger in her navel and Then my tongue. She was screaming, "ohhhhhhh maaaaaa ggggggoooooo -. I was so excited that I started to fondle her belly. Then I started my journey towards my birth place. My mother has some hair at her cunt but I found her holy hole. When I discovered that I started to spread her cunt and lick inside. I put my mouth and tongue in act. I even sucked on her clit. Maa was crying but not asking me to stop. She then can not hold it out and came first time in my mouth. Finding her senseless I folded her legs and placed myself in between. I placed my cock head on her pussy with a small pelvic jerk. I was expecting some resistance but it slipped in easy. Her pussy was so very wet n slippery but a pussy was a pussy. the walls inside started to close in so I took a high thrust and went fully in. She cried out loud I put my mouth on her to stop her from making noise. I was in heaven but she perhaps was in pain. I asked her. 'are you ok?' She nodded her head and whispered 'now better,'. We lay like that for a while holding her tight in my arms, my dick nearly full inside her a different feeling all together, I could smell her breath and her skin as I held her. You know, every person has a distinctive body Oder. It's like a fingerprint, and somewhere in our primitive animal memory we recognize it and remember it because it's important. When someone sleeps with you, skin to skin, breath to breath, something instinctively clicks. As I held her tight in my arms, she buried her face into my chest. Wow, that's powerful stuff. Slowly I started to give some motion with my pelvic initially slow pace, up n down motion; she closed her eyes and started moaning, slowly I moved my hips, spreading her legs and tight pussy further, and causing easiness to bury myself deeper within mom. With each thrust it seemed to be going deeper and deeper inside of her, filling her pussy completely. Then, my dick was all the way inside her pussy. It felt so good. Her pussy was stretched further than it ever had been before but it felt so very good. We were locked into a single unit of carnal lust and ecstasy as my feelings became more aroused and heightened. Every nerve was being stimulated, my whole body was tingling, I raised her legs into the air, spreading her wider, accommodating my size. We settled into a rhythm, long slow strokes, her hips was rising upward to meet my thrusts, allowing the deepest access we could, I could hear mom moaning, her orgasm was building again. I continued to move my hips slowly as I grabbed her legs and lifted them over my hips and around my ass. Now I began to pump harder. I stroked in and out. It felt so good, and then my urges and concerns all hit me at once. I wanted to go faster, and slower, and harder, and softer, and deeper, and deeper, and deeper. My shy looking mom began to squeal as much as she could, my hard throbbing cock pushed against her most sensitive spots deep within her sopping wet pussy. I said the last thing I really wanted to say, -Mom, do you want me to stop? - She didn -(TM)t say anything. After what seemed to be an eternal minute, I felt her hips start to move under me. She started softly moaning as the rhythm of my sex going into hers became synchronized with our movements. Even though the events leading up to me being where I was seemed real and comprehensible, the result was not. I was inside my mother -(TM)s pussy, with her wetness all around my cock, and we were having sex. No, it was better than sex. Well, better than any sex I -(TM)d ever had. My mother wrapped her legs around my back and that took me deeper into her. By then my whole cock was penetrating her pussy with each thrust. At the conclusion of each deep entry she made an -Mmmm -- - sound that combined a short cry with a breathy release. I had no doubt about those sounds; I was pleasuring her. Yet another time she had orgasm, relaxing her grip, I began to pump into her again and another orgasm followed and another, it got stronger and stronger, her fingernails dug into my back. She began to thrash and saying -Oh God --oh God -- - over and over. My tempo increased, my dick moving faster and even deeper and she had another orgasm. I raised myself a bit and she unclasped her legs. I held her by her ankles and spread her legs wide apart. She looked so sexy in that position I almost came right then. I watched in fascination as some of the pink inside her pussy moved in and out with my penetrations. Her mouth now was opened in a wide silent -~O. -(TM) I began giving her all I had as my unstoppable orgasm approached. I pumped and pumped till we both came together into her warm and silky pussy and that feeling was the greatest of all. We both convulsed and dropped down on the bed, tired, but incredibly satisfied. I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy and collapsed on the bed next to her. When it was over, she turned to her side again and buried her face in the pillow. I spooned into her with my wet cock on her ass and held her around. Neither of us said anything for a long time. The only sound was that of the occasional kiss I would plant on her back as I held her trembling frame. "Are you ...U....Satisfied." she whispered after some time. "I am in heaven ... you are my new God." "Please mind you language." she said and then remembered she was not in her home. "I think we are getting late....We should..." "NO MOM ...my lust is not yet fulfilled." As she was just to get out of the bed. I held her wrist and pulled her back at me. She fell on my chest. Her face came near to mine. I said, "Why leave so early. Wait for some time." "I have lot of work to do so I beg you to leave me ...alone..." "Only if you promise to give me another chance." "Okay baba ... but promise not to leave the home." "You have made me all yours mom....I am not going anywhere now." She got up and moved to bathroom. I was very happy. My life has taken a new turn. Now my own mom, my sex goddesses was my wife. I could use my dream lady anytime. I got up from the bed. I went to another washroom and changed my cloths. On our back journey we were again silent because of the presence of driver. The only difference was that I kept holding her hand and she made no attempt to get it free. Back home mom became a different lady. She served all the family dinner the way she used to serve. After dinner I felt tired so I slept. By the time I woke again it was early morning. I missed a chance. I should have taken a chance in the night because I knew mom slept alone. At breakfast mom behaved as nothing unusual happened between us. She asked me to give her some money for buying some grocery. When I handed the money I felt like her husband. I prepared for office and my siblings for their schools and college. It was almost 11.am. when a thought struck me. My mom would be alone in the house. My mind was tormented with conflicting thoughts. She was my mother and her pussy tasted so sweet. I was thinking of nothing but her bare boobs, naked thighs and the mound of her cunt. OPPORTUNITY. I told my senior that I am not feeling well and asked for a short leave. Luckily I got the leave. I moved my bike like a rocket because I knew that after 1:30 p.m. my siblings will start coming back to home. As I pushed the bell button my heart was jumping in my chest. Mom opened the door and she was surprised to see me. "YOU? at this time...?" "I forgot a file and came to take it." I lied and moved to my room. She let me in. She was watching me with suspicion. She was wearing her Punjabi dress she normally wore in home. She saw me dropping my dress on the floor of the room and came to the door of my room. "Aren't you came to take a file.." she asked "The name of the file is ...Love ... mom...Have you seen it?" "My God, ... you are a complete devil." she was smiling "Have you seen my file." "No I haven't...What ....file???" "It reside inside your thighs .... under your belly ... below your navel." I was over frank. She blushed and said, "Daytime is not for such things.... and." "And... what mom?" "Your file is sour ... because of yesterday." "I will repair it even if it is torn." I said and moved to grab her in my arms. I hugged her and kissed her and found her trembling. I held her boobs over her dress and started pressing them. She was wearing a tight bra so they were looking tight too. I held them both with my hands and started pressing them. "NO" she said but I cut her, "Don't say that please, now you are mine." She nodded and touched my tool over my pants. Her touches made me more aroused and my tool started getting bigger. She took her face near to me and planted a kiss on my lips. I started sucking her lips with my hands pressing her boobs. She slipped her tongue into my hungry mouth and made contact with my tongue. Our tongues touched, withdrew and touched again in quick succession and started playing with each other. I was pressing her boobs and kissing her simultaneously as her hand was playing with my tool. My hungry hands started to take her dress off and soon she was left only in bra and panty. finding me too eager she broke with the kiss. "Someone is waiting to be sucked." She slipped her fingers into the elastic band of my underwear and eased it off my body, pulling it down and releasing my highly agitated cock. As it sprang free and hit her on her left cheek. With her left palm mom cupped my balls and with her right hand she gripped the base of my hard penis. She looked at my pink helmet lovingly for a few seconds. Lovingly, she rubbed my cock head all over her face. As the hot rod rubbed her cheeks and chin, I felt my lust mounting up. Next second, her full lips made contact with my cock. She planted a kiss on the tip of the tool. It felt as if electricity passed through me. She kissed my tool and started kissing all over its length. She slowly moved downwards and reached to my balls. She started kissing them. She licked it nicely. She was working so nice that it was a proof of her being escorts. She had to do things like this regularly. It felt very nice. It made feel a cool breeze. She looked sluty as she did it. She had placed her hands on my thighs. She did rub her hands over my thighs. She was sucking my balls. I was watching her with my hands on her shoulder. It felt very erotic. I moved my hands over her neck and started rubbing and feeling the softness of her skin. She moved ahead and took the head of my tool between her lips. Again a wave of electricity moved through my body. I was getting mad at it. She slowly took my tool in her mouth. She licked my tool. She started sucking my tool deeply and slowly. She had taken the whole length in her mouth. She was very slow and erotic doing all this. She started moving her mouth up and down around mo cock. I was feeling the wetness all over. She moved her head slowly, in such fashion that his cock head rubbed along the full length of her wet lips. Then her lips closed around it. It was a feeling as if I am getting drenched in a heavy rain. I felt the wetness of rain all over my body. She was so nice doing that, I felt I will die if I don -(TM)t get this feeling back. I was feeling the rain shower everywhere making me wet. She took the tool out of her mouth and now held it in her hand. My dick was shinning with all of her saliva on it. She slowly pulled the skin down. I noticed one thing the pain I had now was almost vanished. I felt the magic of her mouth; how she vanishes the pain. She pulled the skin a bit down making the inner pink colored tip out. She licked the tip with her tongue. It felt very irritate but I enjoyed the touch. She licked my tool tip with her tongue. She moved her tongue making circles all over my tool. It was very enjoying experience. A slut only knows how to make thing enjoying; because sluts are made only for enjoyment. She did this for a while and again took my cock in her mouth. She started moving my tool in her mouth.I was completely mad at her blow job. I bet she is the best slut for blow job. I was so aroused that I feel like moaning. She was making low noises while sucking me. She was so sexy that I could feel the hotness of her in anything she did for me. I felt her sexy voice making sounds. She started moving my tool in out a bit faster this time. I could feel her saliva running all over my tool. I moved my hands from her neck to her hair. I started moving my hands in her hands. I started to press her head as she moved the tool out. This went for some more time until when I felt like I was going to leave out my sperms. My tool gave a small jerk and started leaving my cum. She too felt this and took my tool out. Some cum was in her mouth and then as she took the tool out the, my erect cock threw some more cum on her face. My thick load cum, some was in her mouth while the rest on her face. I loved this. She looked a real whore with all my cum on her face. She too did not move away and enjoyed the rain of thick and hot sperms of her son. As I relieved all my cum. She looked at me smiling. She sure was a slut by nature. I loved this look of her with all my sperms on her face and her smiling at me. While I sat to recover she got up and went inside her room. Her dress was soiled so she decided to change her dress and clean her face. I decided to see what she was doing. WHen I entered her room I saw the bathroom door open. The sight inside took me off my feet. She was bending on sink and she was naked. I got a great view of her from behind as she stood on her heels, showing her inflamed pussy and ass to me. The sight made me so hot that I had a instant hard on. [heart attack]. Before she could be aware of my presence, I was upon her. I moved in behind her pinning her between the sink and my body. "Ufff...Let me...." Her words turned into a big moan as my hardness hit her softness. "OoooohhhH." I leaned forward and slide my shaft in between her ass cheeks. I laid over her back, with my elbows resting on each side of her. I began sliding my shaft up and down along her ass. She raised her legs up in between mine, squeezing my shaft with her ass as I between her cheeks. "Are you too sensitive back here?" I asked, as her cheeks squeezed me harder when I slid over her anal opening, teasing it gently. "Just give me a sec," is all she could say before I moved up slightly and began pushing into her ass. "Wait!" she whined as I felt her trying to stop my entry. "I can't mom." I answered as I leaned forward and pushed harder, feeling the incredible sensation of her anal muscles clamping down on me, while she tried to stop my advance as I slid inside. "Ow! Not so Fast! Not so Deep!" She cried as I felt her muscles sliding along the base of my shaft. With one of my index finger I started to rubher cunt and clit. Her body was pushing me up and down as she was breathing fast and deep underneath me, her ass still trying to push me out as I held her against the sink. "Your body is mine now mom." As I made small movements I pulled nearly all the way out and shoved forward, penetrating her fully. "Oh God!" She screamed as I pulled out again and slammed forward feeling the sink shift from the weight of our bodies moving on top of it. "God help me," she cried as I felt her body tense with my continued thrust into her ass, picking up speed as I mercilessly slammed into her feeling my hips slap against her cheeks as I came down on her each time. "Am I hurting you?" I asked as she continued to whine against the sink. "Yes!" she cried as I my thrust became a frenzy against her, watching amazed as a shampoo bottle falling and shattering on the floor. As I watched, her hands reached out as her fingers grabbed the edge of the sink on each side as she lifted her ass up to meet my thrust, pushing me deeper inside. "I feel so dirty doing it like this," She cried as I reached under her and found her breast, squeezing them between my fingers as she jumped and began wailing. "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh FUCK! It hurts!" She screamed as her ass clamped down on me with her orgasm, pushing me over the edge as my seed flooded her ass, oozing out and making her slick with each thrust I made into her. We just stayed that way for a while, my shaft embedded deep in her ass and our breathing slowly coming down to a more relaxed pace. "Maybe I should knock the next time I show up." I commented as I slid out, pulling my weight off her while standing up and looking at how devastated her body looked. Her ass was slightly open and red from the pounding I had given her. My seed was slowly running out of her as she clenched it open and closed. Her body was bent over the sink with her hands still grasping the sides as she tried to stand up on her shaky legs. Moving back I dropped the lid of commode and sat down on it. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap holding her close. "I had no idea you were standing behind me." She said softly. "In fact I thought I had locked the door when I came in. I'm going to be a little sore in the morning after what you just did to me." I hope I didn't hurt you too bad," I whispered as I pulled her closer. "It's not bad, but its still going to give me issues tomorrow. We need to stop NOW, before someone comes up and catches us!" "The door's locked mom, so even if they do come up here they'll think you're somewhere in the store or in washroom. Either way, I'm not quite finished yet." I added as I moved her over my lap, my shaft finding her open pussy and slowly pushing inside. Wrapping my arm around her chest I pulled her back over me as I began thrusting into her from underneath. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned, I have to say mother turned out to be insatiable ... She told my siblings that she feared a paranormal presence in her room and wanted me to sleep in her room Fom then onward virtually every day I'd wake up and find a soft set of lips encasing my morning wood, and almost every night we played some sort of 'dirty' game. It was hard work keeping up with her, it really was ... but I did my best. And after all, I'm not one to complain ...