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 I belong to a north Indian agrarian state.  Ours is a family basically
engaged in agriculture, but I was an exception and went on to do higher
studies.  We have big farm land and do the agriculture our self.  Because
of outdoor activities all members in my family are well built above six
feet in height and bodies to match.  In our family apart from Father and
mother we are two children, myself and my younger sister.  My mother in
addition to household chores takes care of our fields too along with
father. Because of all the physical work my mothers figure is perfect, she
has firm tight belly long sturdy legs, very big breasts and wide hips to
match.  By the time I started noticing my mothers feminine assets I was
already nineteen years old and built like a bull.  At that age I was too
possessive about my mother and always thought about keeping her safe
between my thighs.  As north India is very hot during summers and our house
being in the middle of fields with high boundary walls womenfolk in our
house i.e.  My mother and sister were quite careless in the way they
dressed during summers to avoid heat.  My mother and sister both used to
wear very thin cloths and both of them dispensed away with brassieres and
panties during summer.  My mothers body is slightly on the heavier side and
she wears her salwar and kameez very tight.  My favorite pass time was to
sit in the kitchen during summer afternoons when mother used to prepare
lunch.  Mother in her tightest diaphanous dress used to sit in front of
chulla (stove that uses wood as fuel) sweating profoundly.  Her big boobs
spilling out of low cut kameez after some time were quite visible through
her kameez made wet due to sweat.  I kept my eyes pealed to the streams of
sweat that used to flow from her neck to the deep valley between her
choochies.  By this time her nipples used to start sticking out and I got
full enjoyment of seeing my mothers boobs in their full glory.  A first
mother used to admonish me for sitting in the heat but I used to say "
Mummy jab app itni garmi mein baith sakti hain hamare liey to main bhi
appki garmi mein poora sath doonga".  At this mother used to smile and say
" beta main to garam ho hi gai hoon mere saath too bhi garam ho jayaga". 
And after this the real show used to start.  Mother would look at me
affectionately and say " Dekh kitna paseena aa gaya hai" and saying this
she would lift the corner of her kameez and show her flat slightly bulging
tummy while fanning it with her kameez, during this time she would be
sitting on a small wooden plank in peeing position with her feet wide
apart. During all this time she would dextrally keep on making chappaties.
I would be sitting in front of her looking exactly between her thighs. 
After some time mother would take her hand back towards her chooter hold
her salwar and pull it back so that in the front her salwar would fit
snuggly over her swollen fuddi.  My mothers choot was always plain without
any hair.  In this position her salwar would be stretched over her fuddi
with a very clear notch in the middle.  Within seconds sweat from her
stomach would trickle down and the cloth fitting snugly over her choot
would become transparent giving me full view of her hole.  I would be
looking fixedly at that spot.  Now my mother's choot would start oozing
juices.  We both would be very excited by this time and would start
conversation in double meanings.  Mummy would place a chapati on my plate
and say " Beta tail laga ke doon".  I would reply" Mummy bina tail ke hi le
loonga tu de de".  These type of scenes were my staple food for fantasies
during those years.  At night I would sit in the bed with my big hard lund
in my hand thinking about my mother and masturbate thinking about her
choot. Anyway now let me come to the actual incident.  It happned during
the time when my father had to go out to purchase seeds and fertilizers for
the farm.  During such trips father would be gone for almost one month. 
This time when he had been gone for about five days i started noticing that
mom started geting itchy day by day .  In our farm I had seen cows in heat
and I think mom was behaving in about same manner.  I t was around ninth
day since father had been away from home.  A small field was left which
needed plowing and I decided to do it that day.  In the morning I told mom
"Mummy main voh chota khet jot ke aata hoon".  Mom said "Beta abhi to bahut
garmi hoti hai vahan koi bhi to nahi aata hai ajj kal to koi bhi kheton
main nahi jaata hai poora veerana hogo." Then mother suddenly stopped and
went inside the kitchen.  I also didnt pay any attention to anything and
started preparing our tractor for the day.  When I was about to leave for
the fields mom called behind and said "Beta main dopahar ka khana le ke
aaongi".  I said "Thaik hai mummy par dair mat karna".  I then went to the
fields that was a really hot day.  Our farmhouse is quite big and spread
over a vast area.  As father had gone out of town all laborers were also on
leave and whole area was deserted.  I went to the field which was a small
plot of land in the middle of our farm and was surrounded from all sides
with tall crop of bajra.  I started the work in right earnest but was
sweating within no time.  There I was sitting in the middle of desolate
place thinking that there is not a soul within kilometers nearby, I was
feeling quite lonely and looked at my watch .It was 11.30 AM and I thought
God how lonely it is , then it came to my mind that mom will be bringing
lunch and suddenly at this thought a shiver went through my body. 
Involuntarily I looked all round me and I don't know why my cock slowly
started stiffening.  I looked all round myself and feeling goose pimples
all over my body in full excitement I uttered "Maa teri choot." Hearing
these words aloud from my own mouth I suddenly felt rush of adrenaline all
over my body.  All round it was totally desolate and i was getting my rush
so I placed my hand on my lund over my pants and said " Mummy aaj khet mein
chudwa le apne bete se." Now I was getting fully excited and shouted "Maa
aaj chut le ke aa mere paas dekh mummy aaj tera beta hath mein lund le ke
baitha hai".  Now I was fully excited.  The thought of saying these vile
words for my own mother gave me shivers.  The thought of my own mothers
cunt was driving me nuts.  I had not felt this much excitement ever in my
life.  My cock was tight upto the full limit.  I wanted to take full
advantage of this loneliness and talked to myself about the beauty of my
mothers cunt.  Hardly five minutes had passed that I saw at a distance the
figure of my mother with a bag of lunch coming towards me.  I started the
tractor again and started my work.  In about fifteen minutes mom was near
me and above the noise of tractor shouted for me to stop.  Out of guilt I
was not able to look at her but I stopped the machine and walked towards
her.  Mother motioned me towards the lone tree at the corner of the field
and we walked towards it.  On reaching there mom turned towards me and
said. "Beta tu kitna garam ho gaya hai.  Dekh kaisa paseena aa gaya hai. 
Laa main tera paseen ponch doon.  " Saying this she came near me and with
her dupatta Cleaned my face of all the sweat and dust.  Then we sat for
Lunch.  During lunch I could hardly look my mom in her face but I knew that
she was watching me intensely.  After lunch I washed my hands and started
walking towards the tractor when mom suddenly called me from behind.  "Beta
ek zaroori baat karni hai " I came and sat besides her more out of
expectation than anything else.  From the look of her face I could make out
that she was nervous like hell.