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 She didn't show any change in her behavior, which was probably a good
thing. I felt relieved by her "no reaction", as opposed to my wanting some
reaction the previous night, even a negative one, because I realized that I
really wasn't ready for any change in our routine.  It dawned on me that I,
too, enjoyed our late night get-togethers, thus highlighting some
psychological need of mine being fulfilled by her.

   I had introduced more substance into our kisses, and I had done so
without causing any alarm.  My guilt and shame slowly went away with the
relief that I felt at being able to get away with my experiment without any
penalty or any price.

   There was a change in my behavior though.  There was a difference in the
way I looked at her that night.  I felt less uncomfortable looking at her.
I had lifted another veil and she didn't reprimand me or complained about
it.  I actually enjoyed looking at her that night.  Although, I wasn't sure
if she even knew that something had happened.

   Again, we sat there watching TV.  Again, she said: "Well, I better go.
It's late." I didn't wet my lips this time.  I didn't have the courage to
repeat my experiment, despite the absence of any negative reaction.  I
leaned forward and waited for her to kiss me so I could go to my room as
well and revel a little in the sweetness that was coursing through my body.

   Her lips touched mine as usual, with nothing special there for me to
feel.

   But I did feel something.

   It was barely discernable, but I definitely felt it.  There was no doubt
in my mind that I felt a slight, ever so slight puckering of her lips as
they touched mine.  I normally would have dismissed it as untimely
contraction of her lips, but this seemed more voluntary than happenstance.
Instead of being a light kiss, there was some pressure, ever so slight as
it may have been, that her lips applied onto mine.

   I spent an agonizing day that followed.  I kept wondering if it was real
or if I had just imagined it, sort of a wishful thinking like.  Was she
trying to get more out of our kiss or was she just trying to avoid getting
more out of our kiss, as if to counter what my wetness had introduced, by
puckering and minimizing the surface area that made contact with my lips.

   I needed to feel it again in order to answer my own curiosity.  I needed
to be in the same setup with her as the previous night and this time I was
going to pay attention to every single detail of our goodnight kiss.  I
even debated if I should wet my lips this time, but that would have changed
the variables.  I had to keep my lips dry like they were then and see what
her lips would do.

   The evening and the early part of the night were even more agonizing. 
But not as agonizing as the period when we were watching TV, with me
waiting for our goodnight kiss and the time being frozen still.  That wait
was excruciating.

   But the time finally came for her to leave and for us to kiss goodnight.

   I leaned forward as usual and I closed my eyes so that I could focus all
my attention on that kiss.

   I felt her lips on my lips.

   But I didn't feel any pressure from her lips onto mine, as I had felt
the previous night.  She did not pucker her lips as I had thought she had
done before.

   There was something different though, as I felt my upper lip slip
between her lips with ease.

   As it turned out, she had wet her own lips this time.

   Whether it was purely by chance, or whether she had wetted them on
purpose, I couldn't tell, because I didn't see her wet them.  I only felt
them after they had made contact with mine.  At the same time I couldn't
assume that she did it on purpose, even if she did.  But one thing was for
sure; if she did wet them on purpose, then it would seem that she was also
trying to give our goodnight kiss more substance, just like I had tried to
give it more substance before.

   I could feel her wetness onto my own lips and I could even taste it as I
licked them afterwards.  I wondered if she had felt my wetness the same way
on her lips and whether she had tasted it like I tasted hers.  I wondered
if it had tasted sweet to her the way her wetness tasted sweet to me.  I
kept licking my lips for a long while after she had left, trying to
preserve the taste and the sensations.

   My mother did not kiss me goodnight.  My mother actually kissed me, ever
so slightly as may be the case.  Whether it was voluntary or just by pure
coincidence, my erection didn't know the difference.  It wasn't so slight
that night and I went to sleep fully erect.

   Surprisingly, I felt less guilt and shame the next day.  I had accepted
my arousal caused by my own mother and I had become comfortable at being
excited by her.  It was okay to have those feelings for my mother--as long
as it was all in my own head.  While there was a harmless--yet
titillating--game going on, it was only a game nevertheless, as I couldn't
see it going too far.  She was my mother, after all.  I could be aroused by
her, there was probably nothing wrong with that, but I couldn't really be
with her in that sort of way.

   Even though we had kissed each other with wet lips, it wasn't enough to
change anything between us.  We--that is, if she did do it on purpose--had
done it supposedly without the other person's knowledge and we had done it
with possible deniability.  If one were to object, the other could simply
feign innocence by refusing to acknowledge that there was anything more to
those kisses than simple goodnight kisses between mother and son.  We were
nudging the line a little, but we couldn't really acknowledge that we were
nudging it.  There was something there, but we couldn't really read
anything into it.  Definitely we couldn't act on it.  The instance one of
us acted on it, the other was programmed to run away from it.  That's just
the way it is meant to be.

   I couldn't expect that experiment to develop into anything else.  It was
a harmless experiment, from all angles, to give some titillation to our
late-at-night lonely hearts; to get the blood running a little faster; but
it could never become a prelude to something bigger.  It just couldn't. 
She was my mother and I was her son.  Line was drawn by nature and the line
couldn't be crossed--ever!

   I felt a bit sad and somewhat disappointed at the thought that the line
could never be crossed.  Obviously we had something to offer to each other
but couldn't really make the actual offer.  I felt somewhat depressed for
no obvious reason and felt heavy hearted enough to not go to the TV room
the following night.

   Once again, I stayed in my room.  In hindsight, I believe I was looking
for some additional attention, because I was hoping for her to notice my
absence and then make an effort to show that she did miss our being
together.  There was some validation in that that I craved.

   She came to check on me, as I had hoped that show would, as I had,
somewhere in the back of my mind, wanted her to do.

   I wasn't working on my computer so I couldn't use my previous excuse.  I
was in bed instead, just sitting there thinking.

   "Are you okay?" She asked softly.

   "Yes, I am okay.  Just feeling a little tired."

   She seemed a little confused.  I wasn't lying down as I would have been
if I was really tired.  I was just sitting there, above the covers.  There
was some concern on her face and I couldn't really tell what it was about.
I tried to read her body language to see if there was anything for me to
latch onto.  There was nothing.

   It seemed she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to
utter the words.  I also wanted to say something but I didn't know what to
say.  Finally, she just turned towards the door quietly, not even wishing
me goodnight.

   That, in itself, was significant.  I knew I was probably being unfair to
her, so I decided to give her a way out.  I also decided to give myself a
way out.

   "If you give me a few minutes, I'll come and join you." The best way to
end our dilemma, end our guilt, end our shame if it was there, and make
things go back to normal, was to pretend like nothing had ever happened.

   I could see a tremendous weight lift from her shoulders, as she
immediately perked up.  It was contagious, as I felt better almost
instantaneously.  Nothing had happened the previous night.  We didn't do
anything, and we definitely didn't do anything wrong.

   We turned the TV on.  This time we also talked about one or two mundane
things.  There was a bit more familiarity between us for some reason.  We
had become a little friendlier.  Even though our get together was short, it
was more meaningful than before.  We ended it by wishing each other
goodnight with a quick peck on the lips; a dry, light, and barely
noticeable kiss.  We both retired to our rooms at the same time.

   In the days and nights that followed, I tried very hard to keep the
memory of her sweet taste alive, but it faded after a while.  Our routine
continued where we would watch TV together, talk a while, and then end the
night with a goodnight kiss.

   I have to admit though that we actually became more at ease with each
other than we had been previous to our wet kisses.  There was a bond that
we had developed that brought us even closer, in a platonic sort of way. 
We actually started to talk more and more, to each other and about each
other.  It seemed she had a lot to say, as I found myself listening to all
kind of things, just simple things, about an incidence here and an
occurrence there.

   At this stage, I must explain two things.  One, how was it possible for
us to spend that kind of time together without alarming my father?  Two,
how was it possible to keep our routine separate from her routine with my
father?

   Our house is built like a U-shape.  My parent's bedroom is at the far
end of the left leg while the kitchen is at the far end of the right leg.
The TV room is right next to the kitchen and my bedroom is next to the TV
room.  There is an additional room between my room and the corridor on my
parent's side of the house.  There is another room where that side of the
leg starts, and then there is my parent's room at the top of that leg. 
During the day time, my mother goes out through the large glass door that
opens onto a veranda, which is between the kitchen and the corridor on the
other side.  At night, she has to go from the kitchen to the TV room; then
exit onto the corridor, which passes in front of my room and the room
adjacent to that.  The corridor then turns, passing in front of the third
room and ends up in front of my parent's bedroom.

   The distance from my parent's bedroom to the TV room is fairly long,
making it impossible for my father to hear or see anything on this side of
the house.  We could watch TV and talk gently without ever disturbing him,
as the sound would never reach him and the light from the kitchen or the TV
would never disturb him.  Still, we kept all noise to a minimum and all
conversations low so as not to wake him.  The only way for him to see us,
would have been if he actually came to our area personally, but my parents
have their own mini-fridge, with tea and coffee makers, so there was never
any need for him to venture back into this side of the house after retiring
to his room.

   I work the second shift.  My father on the other hand works from eight
to five.  He leaves the house around six in the morning to commute to his
work, while I sleep through the morning and go to work around two in the
afternoon.  My father comes home from work around seven at night, eats his
dinner, watches some TV, and then retires to his room by nine.  I usually
come home after he is already asleep.  I shower, eat my dinner and then
stay up watching TV where my mother also joins me.  This gives my mother
enough time to have one routine with him and then spend time watching TV
with me without having to worry about my father and without having to go to
bed early.

   As my mother and I spent more and more time together, our intimacy
increased ever so slowly.  At times, she even sat on the same sofa that I
was sitting on, albeit, at the far end of it.  It was then only a matter of
time before thoughts of more substance in our kisses came back to one of
us. The question was as to who would be the first and how the other would
respond.

   One weekend, my father was away on a seminar.  This gave us a chance to
be even more free with each other and I decided to rent a movie.  We
watched the movie together, as there was no hurry for her to leave.  Our
time together extended well beyond our usual routine.  We even watched a
late movie on TV, in addition to the rented movie.  We stayed up quite late
that night and it was actually me who suggested that we should turn in for
the night.

   I removed the DVD from its player, put it back in its casing, and turned
the TV off, while she put the dishes away in the kitchen sink, to wash them
in the morning.  Our corridor runs the length of the house, as I've
mentioned before, starting from the TV room, passing by my room first and
then by other rooms in the house, including the guest room, and winding its
way down to her bedroom.

   I checked to make sure that the door leading to the veranda was locked
while she switched the lights off in the kitchen and in the TV room.  We
both then walked to the corridor in semi-darkness.

   Normally our goodnight kiss is with me sitting on the sofa leaning
forward and her bending down to reach my lips.  That night, however, it had
to be at the point where I went to my room and she went to hers, which was
in front of my bedroom door.  We stopped there to wish each other
goodnight. This kiss had to be with the two of us standing face to face,
where she had to raise her face towards me and I had to lower my face onto
hers to kiss her.

   This kiss was automatically more intimate than the other ones, with
semi-darkness adding an air of mystique to it.  We were so close that I
could feel her breasts next to my chest, the first time for us to be close
that way.  I don't know if they were actually touching me, but they were
next to my ribs; quite close indeed considering she has big breasts.

   We both had spent quite a long time together that day, having fun,
enjoying each other's company.  I was feeling a bit sweet all over and the
guilt of our previous wet kisses had completely disappeared.  Just to make
things even more thrilling--inadvertently, most likely--she placed her left
hand on my right arm for support.

   I definitely felt her breasts brush up against my chest as she lifted
herself up to reach higher.  I felt aroused and for whatever reason, my
tongue darted in and out to wet my lips just as they reached hers.  She
couldn't have seen it because of the relative darkness surrounding us.

   As our lips touched each other, almost as a reflex, her other hand found
my other arm.  Instinctively, my lips pressed onto hers with a little more
pressure than usual.

   It was a brief kiss but with long lasting effect.

   Her lips were also wet.  She had wetted them, just like I had wetted
mine.  Since I was descending onto her, when our lips met and pressed into
each other, the mutual wetness made it easy for her upper lip to slip
between my lips slightly while my lower lip slipped between her lips,
slightly.  Almost instinctively, we both held each other's lips.  I could
taste her saliva and it felt quite nice.  I am sure she must have tasted
mine as well.

   As soon as she realized that our supposed good night peck had turned
into an actual kiss, she tensed up.  Her hands gently pushed me away from
her as she pulled her mouth away from mine.  Our kiss ended rather abruptly
as she whispered goodnight and hurried away to her bedroom.

   I must have stood there for at least ten minutes before I managed to get
myself into my room and then into my bed.

   It was only natural for me to wake up the next day feeling bad.  We had
actually kissed in a way that we weren't supposed to kiss, and the fact
that she had practically run away from me was clearly showing that it was a
wrong thing to do.  I didn't know how we were going to face each other.

   We could call the whole thing an accident and just move on, but it was
not an accident in actual fact.  We had deliberately caused it to happen,
no doubt about that.

   I actually kissed my mother and she knew that I kissed her in a way that
I wasn't supposed to kiss her.  The fact that she practically ran away from
me was clearly showing that it was wrong of me to kiss her, that she knew
it was wrong, and she put a stop to it before it could go anywhere.

   Of course, we took the easy way out.  We pretended that nothing had
happened.  How could anything have happened?  She is my mother and I am her
son.  Nothing could have happened.  The guilt and a little bit of shame was
for naught.

   I learned soon enough that human mind has a way of getting rid of the
guilt by justifying the cause as unavoidable.  We had an intimate evening
and it was only natural to feel that close to kiss like that.  Besides, it
was dark and we couldn't see clearly.

   Once the guilt was gone and the justification was accepted, it wasn't
too difficult to see her in a new light.  I started to see my mother in a
new light.  I started to see her in ways that I hadn't seen before.

   I noticed that she looked quite good in worn out clothes than she did in
fancy dresses.  Her faded jeans made her look better than her skirts.  She
seemed more attractive in a T-shirt than in a blouse.  She looked more
attractive with her hair tied into a ponytail than if she had come from a
hair salon.  The key point here is that she actually started to look
attractive to me--as a woman.

   I started to take an active interest in the way my mother looked;
started to check her out as I would check another girl, discretely, of
course; started to find pleasure in observing her and her shape and her
features.  She started to look more and more attractive every day and I
started to feel aroused quite often.

   There was some change on her part as well.  I realized that she had
become more jovial.  She smiled a little more, moved with some additional
rhythm, and I even found her humming a tune or two.  Definitely, there was
something noticeable in her behavior after our night of fun together.  Even
though she had pushed me away and stopped whatever it was, still there was
increased friendliness between the two of us.  There was a new found
closeness, both spiritual and physical, between us.

   She looked good to me and I even told her on occasion or two that she
looked very nice.  She returned the compliment once or twice, reassuring me
that what was happening between us was mutual.  At least I thought it to be
so, and I found myself thinking of her almost all the time.  I even bought
some chocolates for her one day, just as an impulse thing.

   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.  It may have had something to do with the fact that those
breasts were once my very own, but they were very nice.  I don't know if
she noticed my attention, but if she did, she accepted it and went with it.

   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, I mean a full 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.  It only enhanced my thoughts of our kisses because I
realized that during our goodnight kisses, it were those lips that touched
mine.  The thought was mouthwatering.

   I also noticed that she was very charming.  There were a lot of things
that she did that just overwhelmed me.  The way she pouted when something
went wrong in the kitchen; the way she frowned when the phone rang when she
was busy with something; the way she smiled when she saw something nice
outside in the garden.  I was actually finding her to be a very lovely
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed The more interest I took in
her, the more smitten I became.  That's the only word that I can find to
properly describe my condition.  I didn't know, though, how she was feeling
or what she was feeling.

   It was inevitable that my father would go out of town again, and it
seems she was waiting for that opening.  This time she rented a movie for
us to watch and I agreed.  We ordered food from a restaurant and had a nice
dinner together.  We watched movie with me sitting on one side of the big
sofa and her on the other.  We watched something on TV after the movie,
until we were tired from all that TV watching.  There was no hurry to go to
our rooms and there was no hurry to say goodnight.  We only stopped when we
absolutely had to.

   She turned the lights off in the kitchen and checked the locks, while I
put away the DVD and remote controls, and turned all the electronics off.

   We had fun, just like the last time; maybe even more.  Despite our
abrupt ending last time, there was no awkwardness between us.  Everything
seemed nice, natural, and smooth.  As we walked to the corridor together,
my heart started to beat a little faster.  I was hoping for another chance
to kiss a little deeper than usual, a little harder than we had been doing
so far.  Our previous night together while my father was away, was quite
intimate and our goodnight kiss had more substance than normal.  I was
hoping for another chance to at least experience the same depth as that
night, to taste some of her saliva, may be even feel the inside of her
lips.

   As we stopped in front of the door to my room, my heart started to beat
a lot faster.  My breathing became a little out of control.  But, alas, she
didn't give me a chance to try anything.  She didn't even get too close to
me.  I noticed a deliberate distance between us.

   I felt disappointed, but I had to respect her decision to keep the
intimacy to a minimum.  Knowing that we weren't supposed to be intimate in
any sort of way, it was actually easy to keep the lips dry and the kiss
just a goodnight greeting.  At least I could revel in the sweetness of our
night together.  At least there was more to being together, with or without
the wet kiss goodnight.

   She went to her room and I went into mine.  Everything was fine.  There
was nothing that had happened before and there was nothing that happened
that night.  It was a big relief that we made it through the evening and
better part of the night without any lines being nudged, crossed, trampled,
or erased.  All the while we had so much fun.

   I felt relieved and somewhat spirited that we had gotten through our
time together without her having to push me away and run.  Our relationship
seemed to have become more mature, with a knowing understanding of the
slipup from previous similar night, and an understanding of forgiveness.

   About fifteen, twenty minutes later, I heard a knock on my door.

   "Come in," I said and she opened the door and walked in.

   She had changed into a nightie and only then did I realize that one
reason our evening had been different was that she had her jeans and
T-shirt on during our movie watching, as opposed to her nightie, which was
what she normally wore when we spent time together previously.

   I hadn't seen her in that nightie before.  It seemed new.  It was
hanging quite nicely on her breasts and the spaghetti straps weren't
holding it up as well as her breasts were.  She seemed quite voluptuous
with her bare shoulders and beautiful thighs, all in my full view.

   "I can't sleep," she said.  "I thought may be I can spend a little more
time with you."

   She couldn't sleep, she had said, and my thoughts immediately raced to
her comment that sometimes she is so horny, she can't even sleep.  Could it
be possible that my mother was horny at that very moment?  I knew that if
she was horny at that time, it was definitely because of me.  That thought
had an electrifying effect on me.

   "Yes, you can.  It would be nice." I replied after a short pause.

   "Thanks." She seemed quite pleased.  She sat on the chair that I
normally use to work on my computer.  She seemed a bit agitated to me, even
though I couldn't put my finger on what exactly made me think that.  She
was looking around my room while rotating the chair this way and that with
her butt.  I just sat there on my bed looking at her.  She wasn't looking
at me.

   After a while she asked: "So, did you enjoy the movie." She seemed a
little out of breath.

   "Yes, I did." I answered.  I knew it was a question that had been asked
and answered by both of us before, but I went ahead and asked her as well:
"Did you?"

   She seemed out of breath each time she spoke.  I had the same problem,
but not to the extent that she was having.  As we sat there in silence, I
realized that she was looking for something more than just spending a
little more time together.  It was painfully obvious that whatever it was,
had no starting point.  I couldn't risk an obvious guess and she couldn't
offer any helpful hints.

   I was glad, though, that she was there and I got to see her in that
nightie.  She really did have very nice breasts.  I couldn't keep my eyes
off of them.  I wondered if she noticed the way I was admiring her.  She
had her eyes focused on the carpet, with her feet folded back under the
chair.

   Once the silence became unbearable, she got up from the chair to look at
a couple of posters on my wall; then she went to the bookcase and looked at
my small collection of books.  As she walked around, her movement sent some
air my way and that air brought a heavenly aroma to my senses.  I asked her
immediately: "Is that a new perfume?"
She turned to face me.  There was a smile on her face that I can't quite
explain the reason for it.  It seemed I'd made her happy just by noticing a

new perfume on her.  She said: "Yes, do you like it?"

   Her question seemed quite natural.  I answered: "Yes, it is very nice."

   "Thanks." She replied.  She came closer to me, which I am sure was an
effort to let me smell her perfume a little better.  She came closer to my
nightstand with my lamp shining more light on her.  That's when I noticed a
hint of makeup on her.

   It dawned on me then that she had gone to her room to prepare herself to
come to my room.  She had actually planned to come to my room and had spent
time fixing herself up before she came.  She had, consciously or
unconsciously, tried to make herself look better, obviously for me.  The
thought was very arousing.

   Something was happening between us.  I knew for sure there was something
significant happening between us.  I could have leaned over to smell her
perfume more closely and that may have triggered something, but it didn't
dawn on me until she had moved away from the nightstand.  I missed an
opportunity that I believe, in hindsight, she had provided.

   I then decided that I had to get up from the bed and make myself more
accessible to her, I just had to.  I knew that if I did, something was
bound to happen.  I needed an excuse to get up and get off the bed.  Then
we would be closer to each other physically, and who knows what could
happen.  Only excuse that I could use was to go to my bathroom to see
something.  I was only pretending to be looking for something.

   When I came out, I found her sitting on the chair again waiting for me
to come back.  The way she was sitting seemed quite provocative.  She was
sitting at the edge of the chair, her hands holding the front of the chair
on the outside of her thighs, her legs extended straight out, and her body
leaning forward a little.  Her nightie was slightly above her knees,
showing part of her thighs, and the thighs looked quite nice.

   I had to pass by her to go to my closet, and I swear I felt her feet
move in anticipation of something as I stepped over them.  I wondered if
she was looking for a touch.  She looked quite sexy and I felt like
touching her.

   I came closer to where she was sitting and sat on the bed at the point
which was closest to her chair.  We were practically sitting fact to face,
with very little distance between us.  Her feet were so close to my feet,
so as to touch them.  We sat there, quietly, with nothing to say.  What
could we say?  The air was romantic, but we couldn't romance each other.  I
couldn't reach over and hold her hand.  She couldn't get up and sit on the
bed next to me.  We had this lock on our movements, making us sit there,
frozen like two statues, hoping for some breakthrough.

   The only thing that could happen was for her to say: "Well, I better
go."

   I didn't want her to go and I was sure she didn't really want to go
either.  But there was something, a small voice somewhere, that was urging
us to end our time together.  The air was thick with anticipation.

   She only said that she better go, but she didn't actually make any move
to get up.  I realized then that she had given me a slight opening; a
teensy, weensy opening.  I was actually afraid of her response when I
blurted out: "Why?  Why do you have to go?"

   I was afraid that maybe her opening was a subconscious one and she may
not be able to catch my drift.  I didn't want the usual response that she
was tired, or that it was late.  I wanted her to say that she wanted to go
because she was afraid something may happen if she stayed.

   I didn't really know what it was that may happen if she stayed.  I know
she could say it, even if she felt it.  The taboo between us was so strong
that even then, sitting there like that, I could only think of a kiss. 
Although, the erection that I was supporting at that moment could speak
volumes about what may happen.

   I was horny!  There I said it.

   I knew that she was feeling something similar.  We were sitting so close
to each other that we could feel each other's body heat, but there was no
way on this earth for us to actually acknowledge our condition, or to hint
about it, or to actually do something about it.

   She took a long time to answer.  She was staring at her feet when she
whispered: "I don't know."
I think that was probably the best answer possible under the

circumstances.  It said a lot, without using too many words.

   I also whispered when I said: "There is no one here but us."

   It was just a casual comment but under the circumstances it also said a
lot.

   Her response was quick and spontaneous, but I don't think she actually
meant much by it.  She said: "What should we do then if I stay?"

   I had a million ideas, but none that I could actually vocalize. 
"Anything!" I answered.

   We sat there, quietly, for a while, doing nothing.  That was all that we
could do, sit there in silence, just thinking of the possible things we
could actually do, without being able to do any of them.

   Eventually the silence became unbearable.  She couldn't sit still any
longer.  She got up abruptly.

   I was startled by the suddenness of her getting up.  I also got up with
her, which brought us both face to face, standing in front of each other.

   We both stood very close to each other.  We stood there facing each
other, listening to the house making slight noises.

   She made the first move as I guess she was more prepared for it than me.
She moved a little forward and gave me a hug.  I wasn't really expecting
it; therefore, I wasn't really ready for it.

   She placed her arms around me and quickly pressed herself against me.  I
didn't respond to it in a way that I was supposed to.  I was actually quite
clumsy and awkward as I tried to hold her in my arms as a response to her
hug, but before I could get there, she quickly released me and as quickly
left.

   I could feel her pent-up emotions.  I hoped that she had felt mine as
well.  We had all the signs but we had the ultimate restriction on our
moves.  We could only do what was allowed by our relationship; in this
case, just a simple hug; previously, just a simple kiss.

   It was just a hug, but her breasts left two warm, soft, and quite
delicate marks burning on my chest.  I was feeling very sweet all over for
a long time after that.

   It was definite that there was something going on and it was clear that
we were both participating in it.  The only problem was that we could only
take it as far as a slight holding of the lips and a hug.  I couldn't rub
my hands on her back as I'd wanted to.  I couldn't kiss her full on the
mouth.  I couldn't deliberately touch her breasts.  I wanted to, but I
couldn't.

   I wondered if she had similar feelings, and it was obvious that she must
have.  She probably had even more restrictions on her feelings than I had
on mine.  I was a male after all, and as a male, it was not unusual to have
some sexual feelings for one's mother.  But as a mother, it definitely was
unusual for her to have sexual feeling for me.  No doubt, though, there
were sexual feelings between us.

   I decided to make a conscious effort to increase our physical contact in
the days to come.

   Our that night together introduced much more familiarity between us. 
Our next late night get-together felt better than ever.  We were at a lot
more ease with each other, even being a little playful at times.  There was
definitely some sort of breakthrough, even though there was still some
distance that we were supposed to maintain.

   The following night when she said she better go, I got up with her to go
myself.  I didn't feel like staying behind.  There was a new routine set
for us and I wanted to make the most of it.

   We turned the lights off, checked the doors and then made our way to the
corridor.  When we were in front of my room, I paused to say goodnight to
her.

   When she realized that I had stopped in the middle of the corridor, she
looked towards the far end which turns and leads to her bedroom.  I could
tell that she was trying to see if anyone was there, which obviously meant
that she was trying to make sure my father wasn't there looking at us.  She
then pushed me towards my door.  She clearly didn't want to say goodnight
in the hallway.

   That was quite thrilling in itself.  She had to lean into me to make
sure we were both out of sight of anyone in the corridor.  This
inadvertently made her press against me with her body.  I wanted to put my
arms around her so as to hold her but I couldn't.  I wasn't allowed to hug
her that way.  She pushed herself up to reach my lips, causing herself to
rub her breasts on my chest, again inadvertently, and gave me a kiss.

   It was a wet kiss.  We both had wet our lips without really worrying
about the other objecting to it.  There was a little pressure as well.  Our
routine had changed from a plain goodnight kiss to a goodnight kiss with a
hug.  Our goodnight kiss had changed from a dry peck to touching of wet
lips with slight pressure.  Her breasts felt nice on my chest, and there
was an added thrill of the possibility of getting caught.  We were doing
something that we were not supposed to do and we could very well get caught
doing it.  It was exciting, in more ways than one.  The fact that she was
trying to avoid getting caught spoke volumes about her participation in the
whole escapade.  It wasn't one sided.

   The fact that she wanted to kiss and hug me in secret, meant that in her
mind there was something scandalous about our being there like that.  The
fact that she wanted to kiss me and may be even hug me still, despite the
fact that she considered it scandalous, meant she was doing something she
wasn't supposed to be doing; that meant she was doing something that a
mother and son are not supposed to do, but something that she definitely
wanted to do with me.

   I was horny.  I am assuming she was horny as well.  I enjoyed her body
against mine.  I assumed she enjoyed her body against mine as well.  But,
and that's where we had a big problem, we could only go that far.  I
couldn't reach over and touch her with desire.  She couldn't show desire
for me.  Even though all the signs pointed to that direction, we had to
pretend that that direction didn't exist.

   She stood in front of me for a brief moment, thinking.  Then she held my
hands into hers and squeezed them slightly before leaving.  I stood there
watching her as she turned around the corner.  I felt the intensity of her
emotions.  I felt bad for not showing her the intensity of mine.  I was
holding back a lot more than she was.

   No doubt, once again, there was something going on between the two of
us. Her holding of my hands and squeezing them was quite sensuous.  I
wished I had kissed her a little differently, but she was gone and it
stayed only a wish.  I was very aroused.  I promised myself to do better
next time.

   Next night, I didn't go to the TV room.  I wanted to see if she would
come to me.  I wanted to see if she would come for another physical contact
like the one the other night.  I left the door open slightly, as a hint
that I was expecting her.

   I heard the TV in the living room and I felt quite disappointed.  Even
upset.  She was watching TV while I wasn't there.  Maybe she was waiting
for me to come there.  But I was waiting for her to come to my room.  I
felt very bad for wanting that and I felt very bad because it didn't
happen. It couldn't have happened.  It was too early in the night.

   I soon came to the realization that I was expecting too much.  It
couldn't be that easy.  She wasn't just a woman that I had become so
smitten with, she was my mother.  She couldn't do the obvious, and play by
the normal rules.  She did let her guard down a bit before, but she was in
no position to go any further.

   It took me a while to calm down, but calm down I did, and then went to
the TV room.

   She asked me: "Are you okay?"

   She was looking at me inquisitively, trying to read my face.  But I was
finally in control of my emotions, and all was well, all was normal, as it
was meant to be.

   It was very clear that I wanted my mother.  I wanted her badly.  It was
also very clear that I was in a dangerous territory.  The very thing that I
wanted, I just couldn't have it.  I just couldn't.  What was even more
intriguing, I wanted my mother to want me!  I wanted her to have the same
strong feelings for me that I had for her; which she probably couldn't. 
Actually she could, and I am sure she did, but she couldn't express them.
That was our dilemma.  We couldn't express our feelings, even though we had
them.

   I wanted to know what was going through her mind.  I wanted to know what
she was thinking.  I had very strong inkling, but it was only guesswork.  I
wanted to know for sure; from her.  There was no way to get that from her,
so we both watched TV, as usual.  I did wonder if she was also looking for
a hint or two from me.  But, even that was just a guess and nothing
tangible.

   I left with her this time as well.  We stood in front of my room and
this time I moved into the door and out of the hallway, so that she didn't
have to push me as before.  My body was tense as she moved closer to me.  I
didn't know what I wanted because I didn't know what I could have had.  One
thing, though, I was sure that I wanted more than before.  I was very erect
and extremely aroused.

   I noticed that she was wearing her new perfume that I had commented
about to her.  I could smell it better this time because she was closer to
me than the other night, and the smell aroused my senses even further.

   "You smell very nice!" I whispered, as I wetted my lips.  That part had
become a norm for us, or should I say that we had moved past that.  The wet
lips made the goodnight kiss even better and since there was no objection
to it so far, I decided to make it integral part of the routine.  I also
decided to make the hug a bit more intimate.  It was she who had started
the hug, so it was okay for me to make it a little more meaningful hug.

   Her breasts felt sensational on my chest as I put my arms around her.  I
was afraid that she would pull back, but she didn't.  I noticed that her
lips were also wet, so my upper lip slid between hers and her lower lips
slid between mine.  I tugged slightly on her lip as I held her.  She
squirmed a little but she didn't push me away or pull herself back.  When
she squirmed, her body jerked a little and I adjusted myself to accommodate
her movement.  When we settled again against each other, I found my
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed We separated quickly and she
went on her way.  I don't know where exactly on her body did my erection
press, but I know that it was a very noticeable contact between us.  There
would be no doubt in her mind then that I was horny; that I was horny
because of her; that I was sexually aroused by her.

   I didn't reveal my feelings on purpose; it just happened; it was an
accident.  But, my dick did touch her and it was hard, very hard, and she
must have noticed it.  She didn't react to it; but she must have noticed
it.

   I didn't know what to feel after she was gone.  Was I to feel afraid
that she may bolt once and for all, and put an end to our get-togethers? 
Was I to feel disappointed that she had no reaction to the touch?  Was I to
feel excited that things had revealed themselves, albeit, accidently?

   All I could do was to wait for the next day to come.  As it turned out,
she didn't come the next night to watch TV with me.

   I kept waiting and waiting, but she didn't show up.  I couldn't go to
her room and check on her because my father was sleeping there.  I assumed
that she must have decided that it was time to end our little fantasy, or
most likely my little fantasy.  There were hints all over as to what was
going on, but when my erection pressed into her, and she felt for herself
what my desires were, she decided it was time to put an end to everything.
I felt sad though, and quite depressed.  It was inadvertent, but I had to
face the consequences.

   She did show up the second night but she didn't stay too long.  I didn't
have a chance to ask her why she didn't show up the night before, or if
anything was wrong, or if I did something wrong.  It was purely an
accident, but she must have realized the enormity of our little game.  When
she left, she didn't kiss me goodnight.  She only said a verbal good night.

   She was definitely giving me hints that it was over; whatever it was
that we had started.  She must have realized that we were getting a little
carried away and that she needed to stop things from going any further, as
I had plans to take things further.  She was quite perceptive and had put
the brakes on things.

   I felt very disturbed.  There was a sadness that I could sense around us
and between us.  It was like we had broken up even before we had started
any kind of relationship.  We couldn't even discuss the change.  We
couldn't even discuss what had happened, as there was nothing really to
discuss.

   I was missing what we had developed, but I accepted what she was doing.
I felt for her, realizing what she also must be going through.  If my
reaction was anything to go by and if we could extrapolate from my pain a
sort of similar feelings on her part, then I felt bad for her as well.

   There were no more goodnight kisses or hugs.  She did spend time
watching TV with me during the nights that followed, but her goodnight
wishes were always verbal.

   When my father went out of town again, I didn't know if we were going to
be doing our usual routine of watching a rented movie and spending more
time together.  I was hoping that we would, but I prepared myself for our
time together to be rather short.

   It was short, but it was me who cut it short.  I decided to leave early
and go to my room.  I couldn't take the distance between us and I didn't
feel good watching a movie, knowing that it was not the same as before or
same as I had wanted it to be.  I wished her a verbal goodnight and left
her watching TV all by herself.

   She must have known that I was upset.  She must have sensed that I
wasn't happy.

   I went to my room and closed the door behind.  I laid there on my bed,
moping.

   My heart jumped into my throat when I heard a knock on my door a while
later that night.  I rushed to the door to open it.  There she was in that
nightie from the other night with spaghetti straps, smelling of that nice
perfume, and looking quite lovely with some makeup on.

   She extended her hand forward and said: "Come.  It is too early to turn
in."

   I let her take my hand and lead me to the TV room.  I was overjoyed with
this sudden change, but didn't know what it really meant.  We sat on the
same sofa and watched something on TV, I can't remember what it was.  I was
too busy with my own thoughts and with this turn of events.

   We stayed up for a while but soon decided it was time to go to sleep. 
We got up together, turned all the lights off, and made it to the hallway
where my room was and where we normally said our goodnights.  My heart was
beating quite fast as my brain made wish after wish.

   I had restrained my feelings to the point of choking them to death.  I
wasn't sure if there was going to be a repeat of our goodnight kisses with
wet lips or our hugs.  I had to suppress my emotions so much that I was
practically numb.

   It turned out that she also had restrained feelings as she moved into me
once we were in front of my door.  She raised her arms to place around my
neck.  I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her gently into a full
hug.  Our necks were touching, our chests were in full contact, and my arms
wound around her with some added force.  I held her against myself tight.
She must have felt my anguish in that hug.

   Once we hugged so strongly, it was only natural that our lips would also
meet.  I rubbed my tongue on both lips and wet them thoroughly.  As I
pulled my head back to come face to face with her, her mouth came close to
mine and my mouth went for hers.  I had bottled my feelings up and all of a
sudden they were allowed to ooze out; nay, gush out.  I placed my lips onto
hers and opened them a little to take her lower lip between mine.

   I don't know how to explain the incredible feelings that I had at that
moment when my mother took my upper lip between her lips and kissed me
gently.  Her lips were soft like rose petals.  I hadn't felt them like that
before.  Then she slid her mouth down a little and took my lower lip into
her mouth and kissed me again.  Her lips moved across my lips, leaving
behind a trail of sweet saliva as I felt my lips touching her teeth.  I
pulled her upper lip into my mouth and sucked it softly while moving my
mouth around it, caressing the width of it.

   That kiss was long enough for us to taste each other's sweetness quite
nicely.  Our bodies instinctively pressed against each even more.  I
pressed my erection into her, this time on purpose; she didn't pull away.
She didn't press back either, but at least she didn't pull away.

   The kiss had to end though, once our feelings were expressed so clearly.
She rested her head on my chest as I gently, but firmly, held her in my
arms.  There was a long silence that followed as we stood there holding
each other.

   She was the first one to break the silence.  "What am I doing?" She
whispered.  It was a question more for herself than for me, so I didn't
answer.  I actually didn't have an answer.

   Another pause, and then she pulled away.  We stood in front of each
other with slight distance between us.  She raised her arms to fix her hair
and as I watched her fiddle with her hair, with her breasts pushed forward,
looking so sexy, I wanted to reach out and take her into my arms again. 
Something held me back and I'll never be able to explain what force it was
that held me back.

   She fixed her hair.  Then she fixed her nightie.  Then she held my face
in both of her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips.  She held that kiss
for a while and then said: "Good night," and she was gone.

   Just like that.

   We had finally expressed clearly what it was that we wanted from each
other.  At the same time she had expressed clearly with her question that
it was the wrong thing to do.  Her abrupt departure only confirmed as to
how wrong it really was.  There was guilt associated with the whole
intimacy between her and me, and the guilt was so strong that she had to
run away.

   Our only way to deal with that guilt was to pretend that nothing had
happened, like all the times before when we dealt with milder forms of
guilt by pretending like nothing had happened.  But something did happen
this time, and it was difficult to ignore it.  My father was still out of
town, so we had another evening together.  I knew that it was time to
either confront the issue, or to stop altogether.  There was no way we
could continue sitting on the fence.

   But how?!  How was I supposed to confront her?  Was I supposed to go to
her and ask her directly as to wy she was running away from me when I was
pressing my erection into her?  Just the thought seemed ridiculous.  I
couldn't really confront anything.  I could only hide.

   After standing there for a while, I went into my room.  I even turned my
lights off and tossed and turned in my sheets.  There was no sleep in my
eyes, but I didn't want to be awake either.

   It was fairly late when I heard a slight knock on the door.  At first I
didn't notice it, thinking nothing of the noise, but I had to respond by
the third knock.  I didn't know if I should leave the lights off or turn my
side lamp on as I sat up and said: "Come in."

   She pushed the door open gently and whispered: "Are you awake?"

   "Yes, I am awake.  Come in." I realized that I couldn't leave the lights
off under the circumstances.  So, I reached over and flipped the lights on.


   She was wearing a full gown--that was new.  I couldn't help but read
into it and be quite disappointed.  She had deliberately covered herself so
much that I couldn't see anything except her face.  Why did she need to do
that, I wondered.  There was a strong message in that for me.

   She took my computer chair and sat there for a while, looking at her
feet, trying to find the words to start with.  I just watched her quietly,
dreading the thought that she was going to tell me that everything had to
stop.

   The silence was deafening.

   Finally, after a very long time, she cleared her throat and said: "Are
you upset with me?"

   I was actually surprised at her question and wanted to answer quickly
and say that I was not upset with her.  But I decided to take a moment to
think before answering her.  I was confused as to why she would think that
I was upset with her, when all along I was thinking that she would be upset
with me.  After all, it was my erection that pressed into her, indicating a
clear sexual desire that I had for her.  Yet, she was asking if I was upset
with her, as if she was the one who did something to me.

   Finally I said: "No, I am not upset with you." Then I added: "Why would
I be upset with you?"

   "Well, I thought maybe..." She left her sentence incomplete.  I sensed
her confusion.  It seemed she had more on her mind and I wanted to know
what it was.

   "Maybe what?" I prodded.

   She thought for a while then took a deep breath and almost blurted: "I
thought maybe you were upset with me for what happened earlier?"

   "Why would I be upset?" I was still confused.  It was a mutual thing, as
far as I knew.

   "I thought maybe I went a little too far when we said goodnight."

   I looked at her hard and deep.  She was only thinking of her own
behavior.  She was only concerned about her doing something wrong.  I guess
she wasn't even thinking of my erection into her and that I had kissed her
back as well.  She was only thinking of her own kissing, as if this whole
thing was one sided, as if she was the only one participating in our
affair.

   "What do you mean by going a little too far?" I decided to play dumb. 
There was a lot of relief in thinking that she was holding herself
responsible and wasn't putting any onus on me.  I felt in control of the
situation because she was the one being so defensive while I didn't have to
be, as I was doing in my own thoughts.

   She seemed a bit confused.  It was obvious what she was talking about,
but I wanted to hear from her what exactly was it she was referring to.

   She had to consider her answer for a while.  She seemed to suddenly get
very low.  She sat there quietly, looking at her swaying feet, with her
hands on her sides, holding the chair tight.

   She looked at me after what seemed like a few hours and asked: "Is it
really possible that you don't know what I am talking about?!"

   I looked at her as she looked at me.  Her eyes were very serious.  I
could sense even some fear.  She was afraid that maybe she was blowing
something out of proportion, while I was oblivious to what was going on. 
In other words, she was raising an issue that she really didn't need to
raise.  I could tell that she was having trouble controlling her
breathings.

   I didn't want to answer that question.  But she had asked and I had to
answer.  "I do know what you are talking about." I decided to leave it just
there without saying more.

   She sat there quietly, just thinking.  I could tell from the deep
furrows on her forehead that she was thinking very hard.  She was
formulating something but was having trouble getting it out.  She was
trying to find the right words or something.  Finally, she took a deep
breath to stabilize her heart rate and then asked with a huge seriousness
on her face: "What then am I talking about?"

   I decided that she had given me the opportunity to bring it all in the
open.  It was finally time to discuss what was going on because she had
very clearly asked as to what was going on between us.

   It took a while for me to come up with an appropriate answer, and when
it did come, I looked into her eyes and said: "It seems very clear to us
that neither one of us wants to make the first move."

   I observed her face go from one shade of color to another and then back
again.  Even though I had hinted very clearly about what it was that was
going on, she wanted to hear it in direct and no uncertain words what I was
talking about.  Her response was obvious and somewhat predictable: "Make
the first move to do what?"

   I could have said something straight to the point, but the stigma
attached to what was going on between us was so strong, that even at that
moment, when everything was practically out in the open, we were failing to
acknowledge it.  Not only that neither one of us wanted to make the first
move, neither one of us wanted to accept that there was something requiring
the first move.

   I couldn't believe the intensity in the room as she tried to control her
breathing by breathing through her mouth.  My heart was beating
uncontrollably as well, as I tried to find the right words.  My blood was
rushing so fast that my thoughts were thrown all over.  I knew the moment
was right, I knew we were both aware of everything, I knew one of us had to
break the taboo, but how to do it was the problem.

   Instead of answering her question, I made an observation: "You know this
was a lot easier when we weren't talking about it."

   She smiled with relief.  I realized at that moment that she had the most
beautiful smile that I've ever seen on a woman.  She relaxed her body a
little as she replied: "Yes, I agree with you on that one."

   I looked at her beautiful face and her chiseled lips.  She looked quite
alluring even though she was so covered up.  One thing was for sure, the
ice had been broken between us.  There was an indirect acknowledgement of
what was going on between us and we both knew that we were in an uncharted
territory.

   I was very aroused.  I was so hard at that moment that it actually hurt.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and feel her body against mine.  I wanted
to feel her breasts on my chest.  I wanted to rub my hands on her back and
on her ass.  I wanted to kiss her full on the mouth and I wanted her to
kiss me back with equal desire.

   We sat there in silence, with me looking at her and with her looking at
the floor.  I wished so much to know what was going through her mind.  She
seemed very preoccupied with her thoughts and emotions, as was I.  She had
to breathe in deeply a few times just to calm herself down.  I didn't know
what to do next.

   After what seemed like an eternity, she whispered softly: "Is it
possible?"

   Her whisper was so soft that I almost didn't hear her words.  I said
nothing.  I didn't want to answer that question.

   There was another pause while she waited for an answer from me.  When I
didn't reply her, she looked up at me and asked again, this time with more
determination: "Is it possible for us?"
I was getting quite excited because my mind was thinking of all kind of
things.  She had practically said everything and made her feelings and her
desires known quite clearly.  It was unfair of me to continue with a
restrained approach.  I looked straight into her eyes and held my gaze. 
Then I said with as much desire as I could put into my words: "I am

actually wishing with all of my being for it to be possible."

   We both sat there again in silence as the enormity of her declaration
and my confession sank in.  We both were suddenly very serious.  It was all
in the open and there was a clear indication of what we wanted, but we sat
there quietly, not knowing what to do next.

   Silence was so thick that when she finally looked at me, I actually
heard her neck movement.  I could see this strange look on her face, a
mixture of fear and desire, of hope and dread.  She vocalized our dilemma:
"Now what?"

   Yes, I was wondering about the same thing: Now What?  What were we
supposed to do next?  Ordinarily there was an obvious path to follow, but
there was nothing ordinary between us.  At first we both had wished for the
impossible and now that the impossible was within reach, we couldn't
believe that it was real.  We didn't know how to act on our luck, because
there was no protocol for us to follow.

   Eventually I decided to move first.  I took a deep breath, lifted the
sheets off of me and moved with determination to the side of the bed that
was closer to her chair.  She waited in anticipation as I slid to the edge
of my bed and extended my hands towards her.  That was my answer to her
"now what?" question.

   She hesitated at first, trying to get enough nerve to accept my move. 
Slowly she brought her hands forward and placed them into mine.

   That was our first real contact where I touched her with desire; desire
for her and for her body.  She accepted it and even reciprocated my desire
with her own touch.  Her hands felt very delicate and feminine.  She had
soft, petite hands and they fit perfectly easily in my rather large hands.

   It would be an understatement to say that our touch was electrifying. 
It was a lot more than that and it was a lot more than a touch.  We
communicated thousands of thoughts through our fingertips.  Our touching of
hands seemed even more sensuous than the last time she had held and
squeezed mine.  I rubbed the tips of my fingers across her palms.  She
squirmed in her place.

   I rubbed the back of her fingers with my thumbs, instinctively but
rather unconsciously rubbing it on the rings on her fingers.  She was
breathing rather heavily and I could feel her trembling a little. 
Encouraged by her silent submission, I decided to get off of the bed and
stand in front of her.  I was still holding her hands, so they moved up
with me, pulling her up slightly.  She took the hint and stood up as well.
We stood there in front of each other, holding hands, listening to each
other's breathing.

   She was the first to move forward.  She came closer to me and raised her
face towards mine.  I lowered mine towards her as she moved little more
forward to kiss me.  I let go of her hands and took her into my arms as our
mouths met with all the pent up passion ready to be expended.

   We held each other as we kissed.  Gently, firmly, passionately, and
vigorously.  We had rehearsed this moment so many times in the past that it
went quite naturally when the real thing happened.  We kissed hard and we
kissed deep.  Our lips sucked on each other's lips as our tongues mingled
with each other.  We even sucked on them, taking turns to gently stroke
them in our mouths.

   He lips were so soft, yet so passionate.  Her kisses were so gentle, yet
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed It was an incredible session
that must have lasted for a long time.  We made up for all those moments
when our lips were close and we wanted to do more than just a dry peck.  I
couldn't believe how amazing our kisses were, how delicious her lips were,
and how pleasant her mouth was pressed so passionately against mine.

   Once our passions were expressed so thoroughly, I pulled myself away
from her and looked at her.  This time I could really look at her as a
woman, and not just a mother.  She looked incredibly beautiful to me at
that moment and I told her so.

   Then I whispered in her ear: "I want to see you naked."

   Once again she was hesitant to respond.  I reached for the knot of her
gown and gently pulled on it.  She pulled herself away from me as the knot
became undone.  She stood about an arm's-length from me as the flaps of her
gown started to open.  Once completely untied, she just let it hang and
stood in front of me seductively, with her arms hanging on her sides and
her gown slightly open in the front.

   That's when I got a big surprise.  I had expected her to be fully
dressed inside that gown, but as I reached across with trembling hands and
opened her gown a little further, like I was unwrapping a gift, I found
that she had absolutely nothing on underneath.

   She was completely naked underneath that gown.  She had actually
undressed to come to my room, as opposed to dressing up.  It was very
erotic to think that my mother had come to my room prepared for only one
eventuality, and it was happening as she must have hoped--or planned--for
it to happen.

   First part that I saw was her stomach.  It took my breath away as her
stomach and the region below it opened up to my view.  I noticed a patch of
hair below the stomach and then her thighs and legs became completely
visible.  I then started to move the top part of her gown away and exposed
her breasts slowly to my eyes.

   They were incredible.  I knew my mother had big breasts, but when they
hung in front of me in all of their glory, I couldn't believe their beauty.
They ware magnificent.  I had to quickly cup them.  I held the palms of my
hands against the fullness of her breasts.  Her nipples were right in the
center of my palms.  I gently pressed them to absorb their softness into my
skin.  Her nipples were firm.  Her breasts were full and firm.

   She made a soft sound that made my blood become sweet.  She enjoyed my
touch and I enjoyed touching her.  Soon my hands were caressing her breasts
all over.

   I didn't even notice when she slipped that gown off of her shoulders and
it fell to the ground.  She stood there in front of me, completely naked,
very alluring and extremely sexy.  I took her in my arms once again and
started kissing her hard and fast.  I felt her breasts on my chest as my
hands moved all over her back and down to her ass.  It was another
electrifying experience when my hands found her buttocks and I started to
caress them all over.

   I was kissing her, rubbing my chest over her breasts, cupping and
caressing her cheeks in my hands and running my fingers over her crack.  I
ran my hands over her back, on her hips, on her sides, on her shoulders,
her neck, her face, her hair, and back to her breasts.  I couldn't make up
my mind if it was more important to kiss her or to fondle her or to caress
her.  I tried to do all at once and soon I was out of breath.

   I came to my senses as I felt her grab the bottom part of my T-shirt and
started to pull it off of me.  She was undressing me.  My mother was taking
my clothes off.  She wanted to get me naked and feel my skin against hers.
The act was so sensuous that I felt even more increase in my arousal.

   I pulled a little away as she lifted the shirt off of my head.  As soon
as it was off, I was back against her body with my bare chest fully pressed
against her naked breasts.  Our skin to skin contact was incredible.  I had
never felt so good in my life as I did then with my mothers breasts fully
presses into me, my hands holding her ass and slightly lifting her up, and
my lips practically devouring her mouth.

   She was the one to put some brakes on my passions.  She stopped kissing
me, stopped me from fondling her, and just held herself against me, with
her head resting on my shoulder.  I held her like that while trying to slow
down my heartbeats.  We stood there, in each other's arms, for a long
while, just "enjoying the moment".

   Finally, after a long while, I pulled myself away from her.  I had held
her so tight against myself that her breasts were stuck to my chest and we
had to practically pull them apart.  I moved little to the side and
motioned for her to get into bed.

   What she did next has got to be the most erotic thing I have seen in my
entire life.  She moved towards my bed as I took in her naked view.  She
first placed her hands on the bed as she leaned down on it.  Her breasts
hung downward from her chest as her back and her butt made a nice curve. 
She then moved her hands forward as she placed her right knee on the bed,
with her left leg extended backwards, stretching her body in the most
sensuous, sexually arousing, and incredibly erotic pose.  I looked at her
with awe as my dick jerked as a response to that pose.  She lifted her
other knee and placed it on the bed.  Her pose changed to her sitting on
all fours, with her butt protruding ceiling-ward, her back curved
beautifully, and her breasts moving to the rhythm of my heart.  She took a
few steps on her knees as she reached close to my pillows, then she lifted
her top up and sat for a second or two on her knees.  Then, quickly she
positioned herself with her head on my pillow, her back on my bed, looking
at me with a come hither look.

   Something snapped inside of me.  I quickly jerked my shorts and my
briefs off of me and jumped into bed with her, supporting an incredible
hard-on, with this incredible desire to enter her body as quickly as
possible.  I was feverish with desire for her.  I was so horny that the
desire to sex her took over my brain.  I couldn't think of anything else
but to be inside of her as if my life depended on the speed with which I
could do that.

   I placed myself next to her and started to rub her breasts with my
hands. I started to kiss her again as I settled myself first next to her
and then started to climb on top of her, all the while keeping my lips in
full contact with hers.  I placed myself on top of her, pressing my
erection into her stomach, as I placed my legs between hers.  She opened
them enough to let me lie down on top of her with my knees between her
legs, supporting my weight.

   I started to rock back and forth, rubbing my chest on her breasts,
trying to angle my cock in upward direction, without breaking our kiss. 
Once my cock was lying flat against her belly, I started to move my lower
body down and down until I could feel my cock sliding through her pubic
hair and down further still where her pussy was.  It didn't take long for
me to feel my cock pressing into her pussy.

   I was going insane, to put it mildly.  I wanted to fuck my mother so bad
that I could not wait a second longer to press myself inside of her.  I
kept rocking myself steadily trying to find her hole as I kept my mouth on
hers, kissing, sucking, and licking.  She must have realized what my
intentions were as she raised her knees upwards, opening her legs a little
more and thrusting her pelvis upwards to meet my cock.

   As I kissed her so hungrily and as my body tried so fervently to find
her pussy, she reached between us, held my penis gently in her fingers, and
mercifully directed me to her hole.  As soon as I felt my cock between her
pussy lips and as soon as I felt her wetness on the tip of my dick, I
pressed myself against her.

   I was so horny at that moment that I couldn't hear anything.  My ears
were buzzing.  I was so horny that I wanted to just impale her with all my
power.  She must have realized my impatience, as I am sure she must have
felt my fever.  She positioned herself to receive me.  I could feel her
guiding me between her lips.  She rubbed my cock across her pussy lips and
then moved it up and down until I could feel my tip on her hole.  She then
raised her buttocks upward a little while her knees went even closer to her
breasts.  She placed her hands on my back and applied slight pressure to
signal me to press down.

   I did.  I wanted to press as hard as I could, but instead I pressed down
gently.  I couldn't believe the difference between my strong desire to
enter her and my patience in entering her slowly.  I even pulled back a
little trying to get just the right angle for a memorable entry.

   I felt her pussy opening up to me.  She was very wet, so it wasn't too
difficult to enter.  I felt my dick enter her.  I felt my penis make its
way into her.  I felt my head slide into her hole.  She held firm as her
hands urged me in.

   I was in.  I have never felt so sweet in my life, as I did when my cock
made its way through her vagina.  I pushed it as far in as I could and then
I rested myself on top of her and started to kiss her like there was no
tomorrow.

   I was kissing my mother while I was fucking my mother.  I was feeling
her breasts on my chest and I was feeling her thighs on my hips.  I was
feeling her tongue in my mouth and her heels on my buttocks.  I was feeling
her all over and I was feeling her all inside.  I couldn't believe the
sensations that were running from my loins all the way to my brain and all
the way to my toes.

   We kissed for a long, long time like that with my dick inside of her. 
Sometime I moved it in and out but most times I just held it inside of her
while my mouth worked on her mouth.  I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her
eyes, her nose, her eyebrows, her forehead, her chin, her neck, and sucked
and licked her ears.  I even tried to suck on her breasts but I couldn't
keep my dick inside of her while I sucked on her nipples.

   Somewhere towards the wee hours of the night, I noticed that we had
stopped kissing as vigorously as she started urging me to move in and out
of her pussy with my dick.  I started to move in and out slowly, started to
pump her while her hands kept urging me on.  Eventually, they started to
urge me on a little faster, until I was no longer kissing her, but only
fucking her.  I was moving my buttocks back and forth, sliding in and out,
and moving my dick across her pussy with speed and force.  She made sure I
stayed in and didn't slip out by keeping her legs locked on my back.  Her
breasts were dancing to my strokes and her face had these incredible
feelings on it that I could not only see but feel as well.  She was feeling
the sweetness of our lovemaking and her body was responding quite nicely to
my rhythm.

   Somewhere along the way, she started to tense up and I could feel her
body getting erect.  I mean that literally.  I could feel her body getting
erect, in response to my erection moving inside of her.  I wasn't prepared
for her response to my fucking, when her body actually started to convulse.
She locked her legs a little harder as she started to thrust upward with
more force than I was applying downward.  It became so strong that I
finally just held myself still, while she pumped me in and out of her with
strong strokes.  Her sound was confused.  She was moaning but her moans
were getting caught in her throat.

   It finally happened after what seemed like a long time of me holding
myself in position.  She thrust quite hard again me a few times.  Then she
just held herself pressed up and into me with all of her force and then she
wiggled left and right while screaming, literally screaming on top of her
head.  She came so strongly that she almost dislodged me off of her.

   Her body finally relaxed and I resumed my fucking.  This time slowly and
steadily.  I could feel my sensations becoming quite pronounced.  I was
feeling my climax coming as well and I wanted to last as long as possible
while she was so relaxed.  I enjoyed fucking her more this way because I
could concentrate on my own sensations and get the most out of her pussy by
feeling it along the length of my cock.

   It started with a slow current from my balls.  I started to pump a
little faster as the sensations became stronger.  A little faster still,
when I began to feel the sweetness of the universe on the head of my cock,
until I was just trying to push my entire self into her.

   I came with so much strength that I felt my body go numb.  It was an
incredible climax as I came vigorously inside her pussy.  At first my cock
throbbed a little and then my sperm shot out of my penis with a lot of
pressure.  I am sure she must have felt it hit her insides.  I came and
came and came.  I came for a long time.  I held myself hard against her
until my dick stopped coming.  Then I collapsed on top of her.

   I was exhausted, as she held me in her arms.  It was so comforting to be
held by my mom while my dick was inside of her, softening slowly. 
Eventually, I felt my dick soften to a point where I couldn't keep it
inside of her any longer.  It slipped out.  That was my cue as well, as I
slipped off of her.

   She turned towards me and kept looking at me all the while I tried to
catch my breath.  Eventually, when I was able to get a hold of myself, she
smiled, kissed me on the lips gently and asked: "So, how was it?"

   "I don't have the right words to describe how it was.  It was
incredible."

   "Yes, it was." She seemed quite happy.  "I have never felt as good as I
do right now."

   That session was the first of many during that weekend.  We made love to
each other repeatedly and thoroughly.  We were able to expend all of our
feelings on each other and have a clear understanding of our deepest
desires for each other.  When my father came back, we managed to continue
our nightly routine and expanded it into a morning routine where she would
come to my room after he left for work, and we would make love until it was
time for me to get ready to go to work myself.  The fact that ours is a
forbidden love, makes the whole affair as intense today, as it was when we
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed Dancing In The Rain When I
woke up that morning, it dawned to me immediately that it was the end of
one chapter of my young life.  From tomorrow I would embark into a new one.
However, at that time I did not have any clues whatsoever how later events
of that day would totally change my life forever.

   I was 19 and was indeed very lucky to get admission in the famous IT
college in southern India, many considered this to be as good as any well
known western IT college, if not better.  I was leaving home for the first
time in my life and my flight was tomorrow.

   Not that I was going out of the country but it was still about 500
kilometer from our city.  My mother actually did all the necessary shopping
and packing for me.  I knew it would be very hard on her to let me go, but
she was sporting a brave demeanor, at least from outside.

   "Honey, your grandma wants to see you again before you leave." My mother
told me at the breakfast table.

   "I saw her only two weeks ago." I protested, "I've so many things to do,
before I leave."

   My father chimed in.  "Son, you are her only grandson and if you don't
see her she would get ill.  And you know how that would look."

   I instantly recognized his point.

   I loved my maternal grandma, my only living grandparents, very much but
sometimes she could be overbearing.  However, I realized I had no other
choice but to visit her again.  My grandma lived in a small town about two
hours drive from our city on a good day.

   After breakfast father left for his business as usual.

   Mother and I decided we'd finish up our chores in the morning and leave
for grandma's house around three that afternoon.  Our plan was to be back
by ten that night.

   Someone up in the sky probably laughed at our plan.

   It was month of January, supposedly the coldest month of the year.  But
it had been unusually warm winter so far.  Newspapers and TV shows were
writing and talking about global warming and changes in weather patterns
everyday.

   Temperature was so mild, I was comfortable doing all my chores wearing
only tee shirt and jeans.

   We took off in our car around three O'clock.  However, in our busy
hectic day, either one of us forgot to check the weather forecast.

   I was still in my tee shirt and jeans, she had very light cardigan over
her saree.  "You should have worn a jacket or sweater." She told me.

   "We'll be in and out, Ma." I assured her.

   The road turned narrower after fifty miles out of the town and traffic
became sparse.  I traveled on this road so many times, I knew every curves
and bends along the way.  There was hardly any localities along side this
not so traveled road.

   Our trip towards grandma's house was very uneventful.  We both remained
very quiet most part during the trip, thinking of our impending separation.


   Mother and I had been very close, almost like friends.  The third member
of our family, my father was always busy with his business.  He had become
even more aloof and distant after his surgery last year.  But he was a very
good provider.

   I was sure my mother was dreading our separation, more than she led me
to believe.

   Grandma, as usual was ecstatic to see us.  She hugged and kissed us
affectionately.  She had arranged a feast for us and forced me to eat more
than I should have.  Somehow, she thought I would not have good foods where
I was going and her delicious foods would stay with me forever.

   As it always happened, we were late leaving grandma's house.  Once on
the road we realized the whether had changed for the worse.  Dark clouds
had gathered over us and lightning were flashing from one end of sky to
another.  The wind had shifted to north was howling across our windows.  A
cold front had finally appeared from the Himalayas.  The temperature had
dropped at least by 30 degrees.

   She looked at me with concern.  "Do you think we should go back?"

   "No," I replied with my youthful vigor, which often synonym for
stupidity, "it's only two hours drive.  We'd be home before the storm
arrives."

   "Okay, if you say so, but please drive carefully, son." She warned me.

   There was practically no traffic on the road and I was making good time.
But I had to slow down once the rain started pouring down.  Rain in winter
was very unusual in this part of the world.

   "Watch out!" My mother screamed.

   I saw it too.  There were two dark yellow lights glowing right in the
middle of the road.  It was probably a runaway domestic cow or a wild deer.
I was able to slow down and veered the steering to avoid a direct collision
with the animal.  But could not stop the car as it slid off the road along
the slope of the highway.  Lucky for us it hit a pool of mud and water
softening the crash.  Then it came to a complete stop.

   "Are you alright, Ma?" I leaned over and asked her.

   "Yes, I think so.  You?" She was understandably shaken up quite a bit.

   "I am fine." By saying that I tried to restart the car but it would not
respond.

   Water began to sip into the front passenger cabin from the bottom. 
Realizing that front part of the car was sinking I urgently told her. 
"We've to get out of here now."

   It had started raining heavily now.  It was cold and soggy.  We were
caught between a rock and a hard place.  However, there was no other option
but to leave the car.

   I took her hand and climbed up on the road in the cold pouring rain.  In
the flashing light of lightening, I could detect a very shabby shack few
feet away.  It looked like a five star hotel to me at that time.  We took
shelter there.  It was a temporary shack, built very poorly with bamboo
sticks and some corrugated tin sheets.  Looking around inside I saw a very
rickety bench and an equally rickety table.  It probably served as tea
stall for the workers when this road was being constructed.  It gave us
protection from the rain, but not much from the howling wind.

   We both were shivering and our teeth were clattering in the cold.

   "Call your father on your cell phone." She told me.

   I fumbled for the phone in my pocket.  "Oh, shit, Ma, it's in the car."

   She did not get upset.  "Okay, okay don't panic.  We'll think of
something." Mother was as usual more comforting and forgiving than I
deserved to be for my stupidity.

   I felt awful for leaving the phone in the car.  It must have drowned by
now.

   Then I heard a sound of car or truck roaring in.  I need to do something
positive, I thought and ran out in the rain hoping to stop it.  But I was
too late.  The truck roared passed me without even slowing down.

   Mother did not like my running around and trying to stop the vehicle. 
"Son, I would be very careful who I try to stop.  I heard terrible stories
about these truck drivers." She reprimanded me.

   "Okay, Ma."

   "Do you have the car keys with you?" She asked.

   "Yes."

   "I think there are some blankets in the trunk.  We need to go get them
and get out of this wet cloths soon before catching pneumonia."

   "I'll get them." I volunteered quickly.

   "No, hold on, I'll go with you too."

   Rain and wind both had subsided a little bit as we stepped out.  We saw
the car had submerged halfway.  The back of the car was still out.  I
carefully opened the trunk and found one blanket and a bed sheet.  I also
saw some phone books in the trunk.

   "Take the phone books too." She said.  I had no clue what she wanted
them for but took two the fat ones with me.

   Back in our shelter she stood at one end of the table.  "Help me take
this thing off." She asked me.

   The top of the table was one long piece of solid wood, not more than
three foot wide and about 6 foot long.  It came off real easy.  She asked
me to put it down on the ground.

   I soon realized what she was up to.  She was making a temporary bed for
us.

   She placed the bed sheet over the piece of wood, covering it completely.
After that she placed the phone books at the end like pillows.  Finally she
threw the blanket on her makeshift bed.  Then she turned around and told me
in a real calm voice, "Now, take your cloths off."

   I was totally shocked.  "What?" I almost screamed.

   "No time for modesty or shyness.  If you don't get out of these wet
things you'll catch pneumonia." She paused for a second and ordered me
again, "Now get out of your wet clothes quickly and get in under the
blanket."

   I perfectly understood her reasoning.  Beside it was dark and thank god,
the lightening had become sporadic.  I quickly stripped and got under the
blanket as she wanted.

   "Underwear too." She demanded.  I took my last piece of clothing and
handed it over to her.

   She rinsed the water out of my wet clothing and placed them on the bench
hoping that they would dry.

   "What about you Ma?" I asked.

   "I'll do the same.  Now turn around."

   It was very dark like I said, but I still turned away from her
direction. I heard noises of her getting undressed.  Very soon she joined
me under the blanket.  I became very rigid, because there was, may be only
about an inch gap between our bodies.  I tried my best not to accidentally
touch her.

   I read a story that one king was sick with cold and could not stay warm.
So, his people put two young women on his sides.  And the ailing king's
life was saved as he warmed up real soon by the heat provided by the
combined bodies of the young women.

   I felt very awkward at first for lying down naked next to my naked
mother.  But soon my awkwardness was gone as my body slowly warmed up.

   "Ma, it was a wonderful idea." I praised her wholeheartedly.

   She laughed.  "They don't teach you these things at school, do they? 
Now try to get some sleep."

   I woke up in the middle of the night not knowing what time it was.  The
howling of the wind had stopped.  The lighting was not running across the
sky anymore.  At a distance I heard hollering of some coyotes.  But that
was not the reason I woke up.

   I felt a hand on my dick.  It was completely hard and a very soft hand
was stroking my hard on.  I was afraid to move.  Was it a dream?  Without
moving I pinched my thighs lightly.

   No question, I was up and my mother was stroking my cock.  Her hand
tried to spread my little opening at the tip of dick head and was rubbing
my pre-cum on my entire head.  She was making my pointy dick head slippery
with my own juice.

   Then I heard movement on her side.  Without opening my eyes I realized
she was getting up.  I felt a momentary chill as the blanket shifted from
my upper body down to my groins.  Then I felt the most amazing sensation of
my entire life.  A very moist, very soft and very hot thing slid over my
manhood and slowly engulfed it completely.  Soon I felt the touch her groin
over mine.  I felt the outline of her soft hairy pussy lips rubbed against
my pubic hair and soon after that she began to move upward again.  My dick
head almost slithered out of her slippery hole, but she captured it quickly
with one of her hands.  Instead of putting it back into her hole, she
rubbed my dick up and down the length her pussy specially at the little
bump hidden at the top between her pussy lips.  A moment later she again
pushed my dick back into her hole and sank back down on me.

   Realizing that my mother was actually fucking me, I became absolutely
mortified.  Weird thoughts kept crisscrossing my mind.  May be the accident
had affected her more seriously than it appeared to be or may be she was
still in sleep and fucking me thinking I was my father, her husband.  May
be she would wake up any minute and would get real mad at me for fucking
her, taking advantage of her.  I remained completely motionless as she was
moving up and down on my shaft.

   I was a very inexperienced virgin.  I had no prior sexual experience
with anyone except with my hands.  I should have ejaculated by now but fear
of cumming in her pussy was prolonging my eventual climax.  I felt my semen
began churning within my balls.  Then I noticed a remarkable change in her
too.  Her breathing became heavier and laborious.  She put her both hands
each side of my body and she bent over me.  Her soft but heavy breasts
touched my chest for the first time.  I felt her warm breath on my neck and
shoulders.

   She stopped riding me, instead she was pushing her pussy back and forth
on my dick.

   She made a strange loud sound, I never heard anything like that ever.

   "Ahhhhhheeeeee........" It started as a high pitch shriek, then slowly
trailed off.

   Suddenly something within her pussy opened up and warm sticky fluids
rushed out from every direction warming up my cock beyond my imagination.
Her pussy was pulsing on my cock, gripping it tightly and then releasing
it. The whole thing was too much for me and I lost my control.  My cums
welled up from within and began spurting inside her soaking pussy.

   "Ahhhhhheeeee............" She shrieked few more times before becoming
absolutely quiet.

   She quickly disengaged and rolled off to her side of our make shift bed.


   After that everything went dead silent.

   Was it a dream?  But it could not have been as my groin and my pubic
hair were soaking wet with our combined body fluids.  I wondered before
falling back to sleep again what this would mean tomorrow and for the rest
of my life.

   I woke up hearing some voices.  I saw my father and some other people
talking.  He came to look for us with some of his helps and found us. 
Mother was up already and she was wearing an overcoat, apparently my
father's.  Her eyes seemed a bit puffy.  Was she crying?

   I quickly got up and slipped into my wet jeans and tee shirt and wrapped
the blanket around me.

   My father gave instruction to his people what to do with our half
drowned car, then he looked at us and said, "Lets go home." We climbed into
his car quietly.

   Mother told my father that she had a very bad headache and after that
she did not speak a single word during the very awkward trip back home. 
When we arrived home she went straight into her room and locked it from
inside.

   My flight was at noon.  But she did not even come out to say goodbye.

   My father took me to airport and on the way he tried to comfort me. 
"She is emotionally broken down for losing you, even temporarily.  Mothers
are like that.  Just call her when you get there.  Everything would be
fine." Then he proceeded to tell me, my grandmother, his mother, also
reacted pretty much same way when he left home for the first time.

   I thought if only he knew the real reason.

   So, very unsure of my relationship with my loving mother, I stepped into
the outside world as a very confused young man.

   Struggles Within:

   During my entire first term neither mother nor I tried to contact each
other.  That encounter with her, in that dark rainy night was such a life
altering event for me that I did not know how to talk to her anymore.  I
just could not pick up the phone and tell her it was a good fuck and would
love to do it again.  Or I could not confront her, demanding an explanation
from her, why she had fucked me.  Either options seemed very far fetched.

   Instead I got busy with two main activities.  I devoted myself in
serious study and my efforts paid off in my grades as I got all A's.  Only
a very handful of students achieved the same distinction.

   Other thing I kept myself busy with, was visiting adult sites on the
Internet, watching porno movies and reading fuck stories, specially the
mother son variety.  My this effort paid off in frequent masturbation.

   But I was faced with a different problem when my first term ended.  l
was going to have almost 9 weeks off for summer.  What I was going to do
for two months?  I was not mentally ready to go home and face my mother
yet.

   I called up father.  "Baba, I am not coming home right away, want to
travel around for a while.  Can you send some extra money?"

   "Money is no problem son, but your mother will get very upset hearing
this." He said.

   Poor Baba, I thought, he still had no clue that mother and I were not
even talking.

   "That's why I can't tell her.  Please tell her for me.  I'd be back home
soon." I thought I killed two birds with one stone.

   I visited few of my relatives.  They all were surprised to see me.  Then
I got tired of my relatives soon.  I began visiting some of the historic
places of this great land of ours.  Some of the experiences were
educational but most of them were not so.

   I also tried to expand my sexual experience with some ladies of the
evening.  I did not enjoy the encounters at all as there was some
wholesomeness missing.  I came to a conclusion that masturbation was
definitely better option than fucking most hookers.

   As my frustration grew more and more with every passing day, I was
getting more upset with my mother.  One morning I woke up with a headache
in a lousy hotel room seven weeks into my self imposed exile.  A question
arose in my mind.  Why I was hiding and running away?  I did not do
anything wrong.  It was my mother who fucked me and I was at best a forced
participant.

   It was also only two more weeks to go before my classes to resume.  I
decided to go back home.  Beside I needed to settle the money issue for
next term with my father.

   When I arrived home it took me only half an hour to finish my business
with my father.  However, my mother reacted same way towards me, which was,
as if I did not exist.  She tried her best to avoid my company at every
opportunity.  She suddenly got very busy with her part time job.

   I became real angry for her attitude towards me.  It was she who did me,
not the other way.  My respect for her was fleeting and first.  She should
face up to her deeds and apologize to me, I thought.

   I laughed to myself thinking may be she should fuck me again and we
would make up and live happily ever after.

   I never ever in my entire life had considered her as a sex object
before. However, my attitude towards her was slowly changing .  She was no
longer my mother only, she suddenly became a sexy woman too, who fucked me
in a dark cold night.  I started checking her out with sexual intent in my
mind.

   My mother was 38 or 39 years old, but she looked much younger.  She
graduated in fine arts and was an expert in classical Indian dancing.  She
was teaching dancing in a dance academy on part time basis.  She was doing
it not for the money, it was one of her hobbies.

   I realized all the dancing, yoga and gardening kept her in perfect
shape. Lot of younger girls would be happy to have figure like her.  When
she was my mother only, I never looked at her in this way.

   One week passed without any incident.  But I felt some subtle changes in
her attitude towards me too.  I noticed that she had also noticed that I
was checking her out.

   For the first time in my life I consciously wanted to fuck her or to put
it right, fuck her again.  I began masturbating thinking about her.

   But before I could do anything, I needed to get near her and resume some
kind of normal relationship again.  I needed some help.

   Who says lighting does not strike in same place twice?  Mother nature
provided the help we needed again.

   Rain...Rain.......I Don't Mind:

   We were in the middle of an unusually scorching summer.  The monsoon
rain was late and everybody started talking about climate change and global
warming again.  Experts began predicting crop failure and famine if rain
did not come soon enough.

   Finally rain came in that morning.  Sky just opened up and monsoon
goddess began pouring in, in

   buckets-full, cooling the perched earth below.  Life giving rain spread
a cool soothing mist all around.

   I woke up late realizing I was stuck.  But my father was able to get out
to work just before the deluge started.

   Oh heck, I thought, I don't have anything to do anyway.  Six more days
and I'll be back in school again for my second term.

   I went to the back porch to watch the falling rain.  We had a big
backyard and all around it mother had grown flowers in well defined beds.
Rest of the yard was covered with well manicured grass except in the
middle, where stood a Guava tree.  In some parts, grass had turned yellow
under the relentless scorching summer sun.  But it seemed like monsoon was
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed My mother also came out in
the porch.  It was a little bit unusual, for last few days she tried to
avoid any situation where we would be alone.  I thought if I should leave
the porch and go back to my room.

   She leaned forward extending her hands in the pouring rain.  "I love
rain.  When I was a kid," She looked at me smiling, "many many years ago, I
used to run around in the rain like a wild kid.  Sometimes your grandma
used to get mad at me for overdoing it.  You see, unlike you, I grew up in
a small town and we did not have video games or Internet.  We often had to
invent our own fun and game."

   I was glad she was talking to me so normally again.  "I can imagine
playing in the rain could be fun." I said.

   She smiled at me again.  "You bet it is.  You know what, I feel like a
kid again and I feel like dancing in the rain again."

   Completely surprising me she took her saree off and ran into the pouring
rain in her blouse and petticoat.

   Ta..ta..dhin..ta...ta..ta dhin...ta.  She began dancing to the beat of
an imaginary tabla (a drum like Indian musical instrument).

   She effortlessly and gracefully danced around and disappeared in the
furthest corner, out of my sight.  I leaned forward to see where she was.
Then I saw her emerging from other side of the house.

   When I saw her, my jaws dropped, as I thought for a moment she was
naked. But soon realized her wet petticoat and blouse had become
transparent and clung to her skin almost becoming her second skin.  She
came closer and closer towards me.  I could see she was not wearing any bra
and her breasts were bouncing with her movement.  Her dark nipples were
protruding out seductively.

   Boy, she is beautiful and sexy, I thought, a vision of joy.  Her wet
clothes clinging to her body, were actually accentuated all her curves.

   I gasped and my dick stirred within my shorts when I saw she was not
wearing any panties either.  Even with my inexperience I knew I was not
looking at camel toe, it was the whole camel foot.  Her whole mons area was
totally visible forming an smooth triangle between her thighs.  Her raised
mound was devoid of any patch of dark spot, that could mean only one thing-
a shaved pussy.  A pronounced dark cleft framed her pussy prominently in
that triangle.

   She did not look like my mother anymore, to me she looked like a sex
goddess, a naked goddess.  She could not be more naked than this without
actually being naked.  Next question came to my mind was, why all of a
sudden she was exposing herself!

   The goddess came close to where I was standing.  "Aren't you going to
join me?  I promise it will be fun." She said covering her face with one
hand trying to avoid any direct hit from rain into her eyes.  Her breasts
stood up firmly when she raised her arms.

   The whole thing had developed so quickly and unexpectedly that I
hesitated for a moment.  Without waiting for my answer she turned around
and continued dancing towards the other side.

   As she turned I saw her almost naked back side.  Her blouse seemed non
existent and her petticoat clung to her, showing her firm rounded ass and
very pronounced ass crack.  I never thought woman's behind could be so
beautiful and sexy.

   I took my tee shirt off.  My hard on formed a noticeable tent in my
boxer shorts but at that time I was beyond the point of being embarrassed
for that.  I entered into the torrential monsoon rain after the goddess. 
The rain created a mist all around so I could not see her immediately. 
Then I heard her voice.  "I'm over here."

   Following her voice I found her bending over at the corner examining the
drain.  I came very close behind her.  She bent over further and picked up
few debris unclogging the drain.  Oh, what a sight, I thought.  As she bent
over I saw her ass cracks opened up and outline of her pussy lips came to
view.  Her dark little anus pressed against the wet transparent fabric,
creating an erotic imprint.

   My cock became fully erect and was rearing to tear apart my shorts for
its freedom.

   She stood up momentarily.  "That'll keep the water flowing out." She
said.

   She looked up and down as if to check me out.  I thought her gaze
lingered longer on my now totally hard cock.  "Didn't I tell you it would
be fun?" I saw a grin on her face as she walked passed me in the same slow
dancing motion.  Her totally visible breasts jiggled.  Her buttocks danced
with her motion.

   She was walking towards the tree.

   In the whole yard, only place there was no grass, was under that tree.
Four plastic chairs and a small table were at the center.  My father, when
he had guests visiting, occasionally would have had their afternoon teas
there.  Now it seemed like a good place to get away from the rain too.  She
sat down on one of the chairs.

   After a long six months she was giving me all kind of signals.  I did
not know what was the reason for this sudden change and frankly I didn't
care.  I wanted to sink my cock into her shaved pussy in the worst possible
way.  And if fucking was all that required to bring our relationship back
to normal again, I was all for it.  Whatever the reason might be I must
take advantage of it.

   I knew I had to go near her.  But it felt awkward walking with a ragging
hard on like that.  I brought my hands in front of me and cupped over my
groin in a futile attempt to hide my hard on.

   I forgot that that there was no grass under the tree making it a very
slippery ground.  When I found that out it was already too late and I was
flat on the muddy ground lying on my back.

   The fall was not painful by itself as the ground was soft.  Only thing
got hurt was my ego.  I was mad at myself for being so clumsy.  But I soon
realized my fall had a silver lining.

   She quickly came over to me.  "Are you alright, son?  No, don't try to
get up so quickly.  Lie there for a minute."

   I heard her concerned voice.  It sounded so sweet.  She called me son
for the first time in six months.

   "I am okay.  It's nothing." I tried to get up.

   She put one of her hands on my lips and said, "Shhhhashhhh!  Don't be so
hasty, baby." She pushed me down.  I was perplexed at first but soon
realized what she was up to and goose bumps began to appear all over my
body.

   I felt her hand on my stomach and it did not stop there.  She slowly
pushed her hand downward.  Her hand pulled my short down enough to expose
my dick which stood vertically straight up over my groin.  Her soft and wet
hand captured my dick and a loud moan escaped my mouth.

   Is she going to suck my dick?  I shivered as I felt her warm breath on
my dick.  Her other hand began cupping my balls very softly.  Then she very
lightly kissed the tip of my dick.  My dick was throbbing wildly.  I just
hoped I did not ejaculate quickly.  She moved her hand down and grabbed the
base of my dick as if to steady it.  Then it happened.

   She engulfed my entire dick.  Her soft and wet mouth felt wonderful
around my dick.  My dick head bounced off her throat as she started bobbing
her head up and down.  I summoned all my energy to delay the surge of my
orgasm.  Then she initiated another amazing move.  I noticed she slowly
moved her body parallel to mine.  Her groin was at my face level.  I might
be a naive about sex but I did not have to be told by anyone what she
wanted.  Actually, I always dreamed about licking a pussy.  I peeled her
wet petticoat down her legs and she immediately pulled her legs over my
face.  And just like that I was looking at a pussy for the first time in my
life so close, it was about six inches over my face.  Yes, it was
completely shaved, definitely a change from my last experience six months
ago.  A question came to my mind why she would shave her pussy.  But for
then I put the question in back burner and began examining her pussy
intently.  I saw it was very wet and bubbles of liquid had formed at her
slit and was about to drop.  I was sure it was not created by the rain
water.

   I stuck my tongue out to taste her juice and at the same time she
lowered her groin over my face.  My tongue went inside her hole inciting a
very loud moan out of her.

   Confidant and rejuvenated I started licking her pussy from end to end. I
got hold of her ass cheeks and spread them wider to get better access. 
Soon I noticed she was moaning and screaming louder every time I licked her
hard marble shaped and very smooth clit.  I just learnt a secret how to
please a woman through licking her pussy.

   I pushed two of my fingers inside her dripping crevice and started
pushing them in and out imitating fucking motion.  I saw a change was
taking over her body.  Her whole body began to convulse and she was
grinding her pussy furiously over my face.

   I knew I could not hold any longer.  I felt the pressure that had been
mounting at base of my cock was about to burst.

   She mumbled something with mouth full of my cock that sounded like, "Oh
god...I am going to cum...oh baby.....aahhhhhhheee..." That familiar shriek
sounded like music to my ear.

   "Me too!" I replied but I knew she did not hear that as my face was
buried into her pussy.  But it did not matter as we climaxed almost
simultaneously.  Her whole body trembled tremendously and hot sticky juice
poured out of her hole in waves flooding my face and mouth.  I never tasted
any thing like this my whole life.  Like a man possessed I lapped her sweet
nectar as much as I could.

   I, myself, never had cummed so much in my entire life.  It seemed like I
matched the downpour of the rain falling around us, and my cum began
pouring out in abundance completely overwhelming her.  I noticed she had to
struggle coping with the volume of my repetitive cum outbursts.  She took
her mouth off my cock couple of times to breathe and streaks of white semen
ran down by each sides of her mouth.  She looked amazingly slutty and sexy
at the same time with lower part of her lip and chin almost painted white
with my thick gooey cum.

   After we were spent, we just lay there motionless for few minutes to
catch our breaths.

   I began to comprehend what had just happened.  After six months of
running and hiding from each other we just got together in most intimate
way.  What next, I wondered.

   She spoke first.  "We are in a mess.  We need to clean up."

   She got up and went into the rain again.  I followed her.  The rain
water began washing my cum from her face.  She came behind me.  "Your back
is a mess, let me clean it." And she began cleaning the mud from my back
with her hands.  Then I felt her hands on my ass.  She squeezed my buns. 
Her hands did not stay in one place and continued their southward journey.
She spread my globes and her fingers grazed over my quivering anus.

   What she is doing?  I thought and tried hard not show her that I was
shaking.

   Her hands moved on and got hold of my balls from behind.  She began
cupping them as my cock started growing again.  "Hard already?  It is so
big and so vibrant." She said in an admiring voice, then she turned around
and asked.  "Do you remember that cold rainy night?"

   "Every waking moment of my life." I told her the truth.

   "That night I accidentally touched your penis in my sleep.  At first I
thought it was your father's.  Then I realized your father was not as big.
Beside he had not made love to me since his surgery." She paused for a
moment, rethinking that night's events.  "I was so horny that I forgot who
you were.  My lust took total control of my emotion and rational thinking.
At that instant it did not matter that you were my son, one thing and only
one thing mattered.  I body was on fire and needed relief for my hunger for
sex.  I had to have this magnificent tool inside me, inside my pussy." She
stopped for a minute to gather her thoughts again.

   I took the opportunity to inject my feelings.  "So you just used me like
a piece of meat, right?"

   She faced up to my accusation without hesitation.  "Yes baby, at first
it was like that." She admitted.  "I'm sorry for that.  Last six month had
been very tough, it was a nonstop internal fight between wrong and right,
between love and lust.  Now I have realized if you love someone, love and
lust become one and the same, like two sides of a coin.  I love you baby. I
want you to be my lover."

   She kissed me deeply for the first time.  Her tongue parted my lips and
went into my mouth.  Her breasts, still within the confinement of her wet
blouse, smashed against my chest and her hard nipples felt wonderful.  My
cock was touching her groin area and grew as hard as it ever had been.

   I had no doubt in my mind about what she had just said.  Actually I was
overwhelmed thinking she had crossed the threshold of traditional moral
boundary and now wanted to love me as her son as well as her lover.  And as
far as I was concerned she had also explained adequately about that cold
night.  Without saying it I accepted her apology.  All my pent-up anger of
last six months evaporated instantly.

   "I love you too Ma.  " I whispered into her mouth.  "Any regrets?"

   "Only one," She broke the kiss and said, "for waiting so long to
overcome my inhibitions.  I should have made up my mind long time ago.  Oh,
how I missed you last 6 months."

   "Me too Ma."

   "Will you ever forgive me for treating you like that?" She said
remorsefully.

   "I don't know Ma, if I can ever do that." I told her in mock
seriousness. She was not expecting an answer like that as I saw an
uncertain look on her face.  "However, if you fuck me now, I may find in my
heart to consider forgetting the whole thing," Even though I jokingly said,
in reality my cock was going crazy to get inside her pussy.

   Her face lightened up and she playfully slapped my arm.  "You are so
bad." Then she took one step back and grabbed my throbbing cock within her
palms.  "I think that will be the only way to satiate this beautiful
monster.  Don't you think?"

   She started walking back towards the tree again without relinquishing
her tight grasp on my cock.  I, rather my cock followed her as we reached
the relatively dry cocoon under the tree.  She pushed me down on a chair.
My dick stood up straight almost hitting my belly.  She placed her legs on
both side of mine.  I was essentially between her spreading legs.  My heart
began pounding in anticipation.

   She gave me a very sexy and reassuring smile.  "Hold your penis little
bit lower honey." She asked.

   I grabbed my cock and positioned it in a an angle.

   She placed her both hands on my shoulders and began lowering herself.  I
looked in total amazement as her pussy lips captured my dick head.  She
began pushing and gyrating her hips and inch by every slow inch, the entire
length of my hard on parted her lips and disappeared inside her hot and wet
cavity.

   She moaned, ."Oh, it feels so good.  You are so big and so hard."

   I concurred immediately.  "Yes, your pussy is so wet and so tight, it is
unbelievable Ma,"

   "Don't rush.  Lets just relax and enjoy the moment." She kissed me
deeply in my mouth.

   It was an out of this world experience I was having.  My mother was
sitting on my lap and my cock deeply buried into her pussy.  I could not
have made this up any better in any of my wild fantasies.

   Although she fucked me once before, it was no comparison.  That cold
rainy night, I was accidentally used like a piece of meat by my mother
without any real contribution from me.  Today it was totally different.  It
was no accident and I was not a piece of meat anymore.  I was her loving
man.  My heart was full of love for this beautiful woman; my mother, who
had willingly chosen me to be her lover.  I thought I am losing my
virginity all over again.  As if she read my mind and echoed my sentiment.
"Lets make it our first real fuck together."

   "Yes, Ma." I kissed her back deeply in her mouth.

   She leaned her head back.  "Take this thing off." She said.

   Although it was not hiding anything, her wet blouse was still clung to
her body.  I took her blouse off.  Her breasts were definitely not huge
like some pairs I had seen in some magazines, but they were quite a
handful, perfectly proportionate to her body.  Her skin was tight and
smooth as very refined silk.  Not a sign of sag as they stood proudly over
her chest.  Her nipples were very hard and stood about quarter inch over
dark round patch of her areolas.

   She pushed one of her nipples into my mouth.  I began sucking it.  For
the first time in my life, no for the first time in my adult life, I began
sucking the same nipples I suckled as a kid.  I tweaked her nipples and
lightly bit them.  She moaned in approval.

   "You are doing everything so right," She encouraged me, "one day you'll
make your wife very happy."

   "I'll never get married Ma." I protested.  "You are the only woman I
want and need."

   She smiled very sweetly at my outpouring of love for her.  "That is so
sweet of you honey.  But one day you have to get married and have babies. I
think I'd love to be a grandma one day."

   "Can we have babies together Ma?" I asked as my mind filled up with
fantasy and love at the same time for her.  "Just think my son...  our son
would be your grandson too." I paused for a second thinking what I had just
said.  "He, my son would be my brother too...., I think."

   She kissed me deeply in my mouth and said in a rather sad voice, "Don't
have to worry about that honey, I can't have babies anymore.  Why do you
think you don't have any brother or sister?"

   I didn't know how to react.  "I'm sorry." That was all I could say.

   "Don't be, it was a medical thing," She tried to cheer me up, "beside I
got everything a mother could have ever wanted in you- a good son and even
better lover."

   "Can you fuck your lover any faster and harder now mummy?" I mockingly
asked.  I always called her mummy whenever I wanted something as a kid.

   "So you want me to fuck you harder and faster, eh?" She repeated the
question with fire of passion in her eyes.  "You think you can handle that?
Now get ready for the ride of your life lover boy.  Mummy is going to fuck
your brains out."

   She pulled herself back exposing my cock up to its head and pushed back
again with a thud, completely engulfing it.  She repeated the process over
and again, and began fucking me furiously.  The chair started to rattle and
rock back and forth with her thumping motion on my cock.  I firmly planted
my legs on the ground to prevent us from being tripped over.

   I noticed her beautiful pussy lips were opening and closing around my
cock with her up and down glide.  Sloshing sound of her pussy sliding over
my cock soon filled up the air.

   She was not only riding my shaft, she was also contracting it with her
soft pussy muscles like an anaconda on a prey, determined to squeeze every
drop of my juice out of my manhood.  I groaned out loudly, "Oh Ma, I love
it.  You are wonderful, your pussy is wonderful."

   "I love your cock too, honey.  It is so big and so alive."

   "I cannot hold any longer, I am going to cum." I growled.

   "Yes baby cum in my pussy.  Fill me up with your hot sweet cum."

   With the excitement of impending orgasm, I raised my legs forgetting the
balance my planted feet were providing.  By raising my legs I unknowingly
offset our center of gravity.

   As she pushed harder onto my dick, I grabbed her ass tightly and the
chair, along with us on it, tripped backward.  We tumbled on the muddy
ground.  The chair disappeared from underneath as my buttocks hit the muddy
ground below.  Surprisingly the fall did not separate us.  My cock was
still firmly inside her pussy.  My cock stretched her pussy in every
direction with the unexpected fall.  I had already begun ejaculating before
the fall.  But the intensity of her orgasm really surprised me.  She dug
her nails into my shoulders and screamed at the top of her voice.  "Oh god,
I am cumming ..ahhhhhhheeeeee...  baby, its feels ....ahhheeeeeeeee......
sooooooo...fucking..goooood....ahhhhhhheeeeeee......." Her whole body
vibrated tremendously for a long time like a quake had ripped her apart. 
Her pussy muscles contacted spasmodically around my cock and fluids kept
gushing out of her swollen pussy like a geyser.  To my surprise she was not
done yet, she dismounted and took my cock in her mouth wantonly.  She
greedily sucked our combined juices off my slowly limping cock dry.  Reply
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed After she regained her
composure she started laughing.  "I think we are two mud people, we love
the mud too much.  Looks like we end up doing it on the mud again and
again. But wow!  It was wonderful, best fuck I ever had."

   I was glowing with confidence for her ringing endorsement of my sexual
prowess, although the fall might have contributed some.

   She got up and said, "Lets go inside and clean up."

   I followed her to her bathroom.

   Secret Revealed:

   We stepped together under the shower.  She took a soap in her hand and
lathered up my whole body.  Then she handed me the soap.

   I began soaping her supple body.  I realized soap and water make a
woman's body even more silkier and sexier.  I lathered up her breasts
first. Then I turned towards her ample buttocks.  I lathered up her ass
gloves.  I spread her ass crack and ran the soap up and down.  She giggled
every time I touched her anus.  Next I lathered up her thighs and legs. 
Her thighs were fleshy but very well toned, result of all the dancing I
thought.

   Once I looked at her pussy I could not keep my eyes away.  It cast a
mesmerizing effect on me.  Her outer lips were long and fat, raised
prominently from the surrounding.  The inner lips were peeping out enough
to let their presence known.  The tiny hole at the lower end looked
enticingly moist.

   What attracted me most that her entire pussy was very neatly shaven, not
a strand of hair anywhere.  The question reappeared in my mind and I began
to wonder why.  Last time on that cold rainy night when she fucked me, I
did not see her pussy but I felt it was hairy.

   Does she have a lover?  I wondered and decided to ask.  "Can I ask you a
question Ma?"

   "You can ask me anything, lover boy." She replied.

   "You said, father does not fuck you anymore.  I was wondering why you
have your pussy shaved?  Do you have a lover?"

   By her reaction it was clear she was not expecting a question like this.
She hesitated to answer my question.

   "Why?  Don't you like my shaved pussy?" She tried to avoid my question
with her own.

   "Do you, Ma?" I kept insisting.

   "Yes, but it is not what you think." She finally replied.

   "I don't know what to think." I said.  The jealousy in my voice was
quite evident.

   She pulled me up to her eye level.  "Yes I have a lover, but it's not a
man.  You are only man in my life."

   Jealousy could cloud anybody's judgment.  It did not register with me
what she said immediately.

   Like a naïve that I was, I asked, "I don't understand."

   "I have a lover beside you and she is a woman." She expounded her
answer.

   My jealousy evaporated instantly.  Actually I got aroused.  My cock
became hard again thinking that my mother had a woman lover.

   I watched so many porno movies during last six months that I lost count.
A good portion of them were lesbian variety.  I always found two women
making love to each other very erotic, actually second only to fucking your
own mother.

   "Wow!  That's very exciting Ma." I fully endorsed her choice of partner.


   "I can see that." She responded looking at my hard on.  "So you don't
mind, if I have woman as a lover, right?"

   "No, not at all."

   I was so excited I wanted to fuck her again.

   "What is her name, Ma?"

   "Bina."

   "Tell me about her." I urged.

   "Well, she is much younger than me and she is also very beautiful."

   "Sexy beautiful?"

   "Yes."

   "How did you two become lovers?"

   "You are asking too many questions.  Why do you want to know?" Laughing
out loud she asked.

   I paused for a moment searching for the right answer.  "Just want see
what kind of competition I am up to."

   "You are the jealous kind, aren't you?" She winked at me.  "Believe me,
she is not your competition.  But I'll tell you how we became lover,
because you are partially responsible for it."

   "Me?" I rolled my eyes back in total shock.

   She smiled at me and continued, "She works with me at the dance academy.
After the incident I had with you I was very depressed.  It didn't escape
Bina's notice and she asked me what was wrong.  I could not have told her
that I had fucked my own son and I was struggling to come to term with
that."

   "So, what did you tell her?"

   "I simply told her the truth that I was very unhappy with my married and
sex life." She replied with sly smile on her face.  "My husband has stopped
taking care off my needs."

   "And what did she say?" I asked.

   "She said who needed a man to be happy in life.  Then She gave me an
innocent hug first.  After that she kissed me."

   "In the mouth?" I asked breathlessly.

   "Yes," She replied, "just like a lover.  I returned her kiss and just
like that we became lover."

   I was little bit disappointed as I was hoping to hear juicy details of
their love affairs.

   "Is she a good kisser?" I wanted the juicy details.

   She saw my reaction and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

   "Let me see." By saying that she took my face in her hands and kissed me
deeply.  Her tongue slithered into my mouth and began sucking my tongue.  I
sucked her tongue back.

   "I think it's a draw." She broke the kiss and told me, "Both of you are
good kissers."

   Is she teasing me?  Is she stacking me up against her female lover?  I
saw the smile on her face and I had no doubt.

   "Oh, yeah!  Does she do this?" I decided to play her game.

   I took one of her nipples in my mouth and began sucking it.  I covered
her other breast with my hand and began cupping her silky and heavy flesh.
She moaned and pushed my head gently onto herself.

   "Does she?" I asked again.

   "Yes she does." She replied, her breath was definitely getting heavier.

   I turned the shower off and sat myself down on the floor between her
legs.  Looking up I was greeted with the most amazing sight- open and
unobstructed view of her wet pussy and ass.  Her rounded ass flared up and
her pussy lips seemed much longer and wider from this angle.

   "Does she shave your pussy?"

   "Yes and I do hers."

   "Can I shave you one day?" I ran my fingers across the length of her
smooth pussy lips, feeling them very intimately and asked.

   "Yes, honey."

   I spread her lips and exposed her interior flesh.  It was crimson red,
glowing and moist with her juice.  I pushed my tongue into the silky folds
of her pussy flesh.  I liked the now familiar taste but liked even better
when she moaned out loudly.

   I dragged my tongue slowly upward and began licking her already engorged
clit and pushed two of my fingers inside her vagina.  She pushed her groin
harder on my face and cried out in ecstasy.

   I was beaming with confidence that I was making her scream.  "Does Bina
suck your pussy this way?"

   "Yes!  She does and she also bites me there."

   "What?" I asked quite surprised.

   "Bite my clit like she does." She almost whispered, "And keep fucking me
with your fingers."

   I took her large sensitive nub between teeth and gently bit it.  She
went crazy and her pussy gripped my fingers very tight.  She was literally
fucking my fingers and her whole body reverberated with tremendous spasms
one after another.

   "Yessssss baby, oh ahhhyeeeeeeee......." Her voice trailed off after her
climax.  Her pussy juice ran down my fingers and my face.  More I was
tasting her pussy juice, more I was liking it.  I could eat her pussy for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, and for all the snacks in between.

   I was learning quickly that a woman could have multiple orgasms with
various degree of intensity within a short period of time.  Nobody teaches
you these knowledge in school or college, I laughed to myself.

   After her climax subsided I was still sitting between her legs with my
tongue on her clit and two fingers in her pussy.  I wanted to do something
different for her, different than something Bina had done to her.  I could
not help but laugh thinking I was in an imaginary battle with Bina trying
to please my mother.  But it made the whole thing even more sweeter.

   I placed my free hand between her ass crack and touched her anus.  Her
body trembled at my touch.  Thinking that she liked it, I pushed one finger
into her rectum.  It was very tight but I was still able to push it all the
way inside.

   "I like it," She moaned heavily, "put another one in there."

   Did I hear her right?  I hesitated for a moment.

   "Put another finger in my ass sweetheart, and fuck my ass too." She
urged me on wantonly.

   This lady is insatiable, I thought and I am glad I am her man to satisfy
her.

   I pushed another finger into her anus.  Now I was fucking her pussy and
ass hole at the same time, each with two fingers.  She began gyrating her
hips and riding on my inserted fingers.  I liked the way she was reacting
to my finger fucking her both holes.

   "Does Bina do this too?" I confidently asked.

   "Yesssssss she does!" She said in a lingering trailing tone, "She also
kisses me down there."

   "What?" I was surprised to say the least.

   "She kisses and licks my ass hole too." She replied lewdly, "And when
she does I go crazy."

   Is she playing games with me?  Is she challenging me to lick her ass
hole?  Barrage of questions flashed through my confused mind.

   I always considered her ass as very beautiful and sexy.  I loved to
grope and squeeze her firm and fleshy ass globes.  I loved the way her ass
swayed side to side when she walked or danced.  I loved the way her ass
bounced back when I had fucked her.  But her stinky ass hole was never a
part of my sexual fantasy, let alone kissing and licking it.

   But she had thrown down a challenge to me.  Her female lover had been
licking her ass hole and she had dared me to do the same.

   I spread her ass globes wide and for the first time in my life I began
taking a close look at an ass hole.  It was darker than her natural fair
skin, almost brown.  It was puffy and slightly raised.  The crinkled flesh
made it look like an rose bud.  But the hole in the ass hole was so tiny
that it was barely discernible.

   Then I noticed the telltale sign her shaving her anus too.  I got very
excited and suddenly her ass hole looked very clean and very sexy to me. 
If Bina can do it, so can I, I thought.

   I stick my tongue out and lightly touched her anus.  She pushed her ass
back on me.  I started circling my tongue around her crinkled disk and
began licking her anus.

   "Oh yes!  It feels very good baby.  Lick mummy's ass hole." She wiggled
her ass over my face and cooed.  Then she slightly bent over to give me
better access.  Her ass had completely opened up.  "Stick your tongue
inside my ass hole and fuck mummy's ass hole with your tongue honey." She
urged on.

   Boy she is hot, horny and nasty, I thought, she wants to make up for
last six months in one day.

   Without anymore hesitation I stuck my tongue inside her tiny puckered
hole.  I did not know how but she started gyrating her ass around my
tongue. She must have had lot of practice with Bina in doing so, I thought.


   I was fucking her ass hole with my tongue and her pussy with two of my
fingers.

   "If you continue doing this to mummy, I wouldn't need Bina anymore." She
told me jokingly.  But on the contrary I wanted her to continue on with her
relationship with Bina.  May be one day I would be lucky enough to fuck
both of them at the same time fulfilling my ultimate fantasy.

   I noticed her body tensed up and started shaking again.  I had now
become very familiar with her pre climactic ritual.  She gripped my fingers
very tight.  "Ahhhhheeeee........" and she climaxed again, although with
lesser intensity.

   "How did I do Ma?" I inquired like an expectant student who just
finished a test.

   "You did excellent." She beamed with pride at my achievement, "I can't
believe this was your first time."

   "Did I do better than Bina?" I pushed my luck further.

   "Silly boy!" She playfully slapped me, "I'm not going to compare you
with her.  I love both of you and both of you are special to me.  Bina is a
beautiful girl and you posses this beautiful cock." She paused and grabbed
my hard cock in her hand.  "Now stop talking and fuck mummy again with this
beautiful tool of yours." She almost commanded me.

   I went behind her.  She bent forward holding the wall with both of her
hands raising her pussy for me.

   I placed my cock head at her slit and pushed.  She pushed back towards
me and my cock found its now familiar way, navigating through her soft
velvety flesh until it hit her cervix.

   The last two times we fucked, it was she who actually had taken the lead
role and fucked me.  This time it felt like I was fucking her.  But as I
was pushing my cock in and out of her pussy, I noticed her ass hole was
closing and opening as if it was winking at me and inviting me.  I made up
my mind.  I wanted to fuck her ass hole.

   "Ma, I want to fuck you in the ass."

   She surprised me with her answer.  "You know when he were licking my
ass, I was thinking about the same thing."

   I withdrew my dick out of her hole.  It was drenched with her pussy
juice.  She wasted no time in taking my wet cock into her mouth and licking
her own pussy juice dry.  "Honey, it is so big and your mummy still virgin
there.  This monster may hurt me in my tiny hole." She showed her concern.

   I thought she might be having a second thought.  She saw my
disappointment and assured me, "No, baby, we will do it, but you have to be
very slow and very careful not to hurt mummy."

   "Okay Ma."

   "Now lets go to bedroom.  It would be easy on my knees too."

   She grabbed a jar of Vaseline on our way to the bedroom.

   Once in the bedroom she got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass up
in the air very sexily.  I wasted no time to lubricant her tiny hole.

   Very excitedly I placed my dick at her anus.  My dick head looked
enormous compare to her tiny hole.  At first I thought there was no way my
dick could penetrate this tiny little hoe.  My inexperience showed as I
pushed my dick into her ass, little harder than she expected.

   "Oh, not so hard baby." She protested.

   "Sorry Ma."

   "Tell you what, you don't push.  You just stay still, I'll push back."
She suggested and I concurred immediately.

   She began pushing back on to me very slowly and also wiggling her ass
side to side.  My dick head popped into her very tight cavity.  She moaned
that sounded like a mixture of pain and excitement, and she remained
motionless for a while, which seemed like very a long time.

   "Are you alright Ma?  You want me to take it out?" I asked.  "It's not
that important to me anymore if you don't like it."

   "No, no baby....I want it." She gently squeezed one of my hands assuring
me, "I'm just adjusting to your huge cock.  Just be patient, okay honey?"

   Then she resumed pushing back her ass onto my cock.  I felt my cock was
expanding the rings in her ass tunnel as it moved into her inch by inch.  I
was amazed and become very excited when my groin hit her firm ass globes. I
was all the way inside my mother's ass.

   "I'm all the way in Ma." I excitedly informed her.

   "Yes baby you are," Turning her head she smiled, "How does it feel?  Do
you like it?"

   "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, "It feels wonderful.  It is so tight and so hot.
I love you Ma."

   "Love you too baby.  Now you can fuck my ass anyway you want."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes ass fucker." She cooed jokingly, "oh, one more thing, fuck my pussy
with your fingers also honey."

   That's right I thought, can't neglect her hot cunt and pushed two
fingers into her dripping hole to her absolute delight.

   I brought my cock out to edge of her anus and rammed it back hard into
her now considerably softened tunnel.  She began moaning heavily and
matched my every thrusts into her with her backward push.

   "Ma, I'm going to cum........" I growled and increased my tempo of
fucking her ass.  My cums began churning deep within my balls rearing to
spurt.

   "Me too honey.  Lets cum together." She sang sexily.

   With tremendous force I emptied my balls into her ass and continued
plowing my cock back and forth into her.  My cum made her hole even more
slippery.  White streaks of gooey cum began oozing out of her anus.

   "Ahhhhheeeeeee.........." She climaxed a moment later.  Her hot juice
poured out of her pussy on my hand and overflowed downward.

   "Was it as good as you thought it would be?" She teased me with a very
contented smile.

   "Much...much better.  It was awesome."

   "Lets go to bathroom," She grabbed my now limping cock, "we have to keep
this baby clean."

   She led me to bathroom and began cleaning my cock with soap and water.

   My mind started to voyeur again thinking of her and Bina while she was
cleaning my dick.

   "Ma.  You think I can join you and ....."

   She interrupted me at once.  "Not a chance tiger."

   "Why not?  It is my biggest fantasy."

   "You and rest of the male population." She joked.  "It's not going to
happen."

   She saw disappointment in my face.  "Honey, It's not me, I wouldn't mind
doing it with you and her together, it's Bina.  She hates man."

   "Why so?" My disappointment overflowed in my voice.

   "She was married to a wimp of a man once.  He could not make her
pregnant.  But all her in-laws, specially her mother-in-law assumed it was
her fault.  They made her life miserable.  Against everybody's advice, she
opted out of the marriage.  Her own family was upset with her too for her
action.  So she moved out to big city of her own.  Now she hates man and
does not want anything to do with them anymore.  If she finds out I am
fucking you it would be over."

   I tried to joke grabbing my dick in a macho way.  "She hates man because
she hasn't met a real man like me.  Once she gets to taste this baby,
she'll change."

   She smiled at me.  "Yes honey, dream on."

   Nothing wrong with dreaming, I thought to myself, this morning about two
hours ago I did not think I would fuck all three of her holes.

   I Met Bina.....sort of....:

   Next few days went by in a blur.  It turned out that mother had a book
on Kama Sutra.  We tried every positions possible.  I was impressed to find
out how flexible her body was.  She bent and twisted her body in so many
ways, probably only a dancer could.  We fucked each other everywhere in the
house like two sex crazed rabbits.

   Finally Friday arrived, the day before my departure.  I found my mother
was little bit hesitant and apprehensive around me that morning.  I
mistakenly thought she was distraught for my impending departure.

   After my father left for his office around eight, mother told me,
"Honey, I've a big favor to ask you."

   "Anything for you Ma."

   "I want you to leave the house for a while."

   "What for?" I asked quite surprised at her request.

   "Bina and I meet once a week.  Last Friday was in her house and today
supposed to be in my house.  She is supposed to come around nine." She
said. "I did not want to cancel because she might get suspicious."

   "No, no it's okay." I assured her, "How long you want me gone?"

   "Couple of hours max." She replied blushing a little bit.  "I promise
I'll make it up to you later."

   What I wouldn't do to be with them?  My dick started getting hard
thinking of my beautiful sexy mother with another woman.  My mind started
working on fantasy overdrive.  I decided to fuck my mother right at that
time and even she washed her pussy it would leave traces of my cum in her.
I thought smelling my potent cum may ignite Bina's desire for a real cock.
After all she was married once.

   I was so excited, I couldn't eat and just nibbled at my breakfast.  Then
I helped her cleaning the table.

   I looked up at the wall clock, it was 8.29.  I decided to make my move.

   At 8.30 I began kissing her deeply and at the same time fondling her
breasts.

   "We don't have time for this." She said but did not really make an real
attempt to stop me.

   At 8.33 I put her on the dining table and pushed her down.  I spread her
legs and began eating her pussy.  She again only mildly protested.  I began
nibbling at her already engorged clit and she started moaning heavily.  She
was in no condition to stop me or herself anymore.  I pushed two of my
fingers into her hot soaking hole.  She gripped my finger tightly and began
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed At 8.38 she pushed her groin
up into my face and her first orgasm hit.  "Ahhhhhheeeee.........." She
squirted her love juice all over my face.  I lapped up greedily every last
drop of her sweet nectar.

   At 8.40 I pushed my dick into her dripping pussy and began fucking her.
I loved to fuck her in this position I was standing between her legs and
only my dick was touching her body through her pussy.  Her entire beautiful
body was there for me to play with.  I leaned forward and sucked her
nipples for a while.  Then I straightened up and began fucking her faster
and harder.

   I brought my dick out almost to the edge of her pussy and then sank it
back into her tight hole.  The table began creaking as I increased my
force.

   She was moaning louder with each of my thrusts.  She brought her hand
over her clit and began rubbing it furiously.

   At 8.48 I exploded inside her.  My cums began pouring out of my dick and
filled up her pussy.

   At 8.49 she screamed again, "Ahhhhhhheeeee............." However her
climax subsided quickly.

   At 8.51 she finally pushed me away and we separated.

   "Oh my god, I am late...what time it is?  I don't have time anymore."
She was acting like a very nervous teenager before her date.  I saw our
combined juices were oozing out of her pussy and streaking down her thighs.
"Honey, please leave and give me a call before coming back to see if the
coast is clear." By saying that she hurriedly went into the bathroom.

   Mission accomplished, I thought.

   At 8.58 I stepped out the gate of our house.  I wanted to check Bina out
myself.  I hid behind a tree.

   Few minutes later a cab stopped in front of our house and a young woman
stepped out of it.  My mother told me she was younger than her but did not
tell me she was this young.  She could not be more than 24 or 25 years old.
And mother was right about all other description though, she was really
beautiful and sexy.

   I wondered how could a husband let her go, unless he really was a
worthless wimp.

   She did not even look around just went straight ahead through the gate.
If I was standing next to her she probably wouldn't have noticed me either.


   Not that I wanted to fuck Bina alone, I wanted fuck her with my mother.
It was my ultimate fantasy, fucking one pussy and licking another one.

   My dick began to stir just thinking about two sexy women were licking
each other pussies and getting each other off using vegetables.

   I got to see this.  I decided to spy on them through my mother's bedroom
window.

   A minute later I found myself underneath the window of my mother's
bedroom in the back of the house.

   Was that a lover's quarrel?  I heard an argument.

   I crept closer.  I heard Bina's agitated voice.  "I can smell a man's
cum from miles away.  You are still fucking your husband and you have been
lying about it."

   "I can explain, please listen to me for a second." I heard mother's
pleading voice.

   "Nothing to explain.  You have betrayed my trust.  And to think that I
was falling in love with you."

   What an emotional bitch, I thought standing outside and getting stunned
at the outcome of this unexpected situation.  It was definitely all my
fault.

   "Please don't leave." My mother pleaded again.

   "I think it's better if I leave now." Her voice was firm and adamant. 
After that I heard footsteps and a minute later heard a door slammed.

   I looked at my wrist watch, it was only 9.03.

   My plan has backfired miserably, I thought.  I felt bad for my mother.

   I didn't want to face her at that moment, so I left the house too.

   I wondered around for about an hour and then I called mother.  She was
happy to hear from me and asked me to come back immediately.

   When I came home she came running towards me.  She hugged me tightly and
began kissing me.

   "Where is Bina?" I asked pretending I didn't know anything.

   "We have broken up." She replied very calmly.  "She smelled your cum in
my pussy and got angry and left."

   "I'm so sorry Ma."

   "Don't be.  Everything happens for a reason." She forced a smile, "May
be you're the only lover I need.  Now come in the bedroom and make love to
me."

   It sounded strange as she always had asked to fuck her and never to make
love to her.

   I realized my mother was all mine from now on and it was up to me to
keep her sexually satisfied.  But too bad I'd have to leave for school next
day.

   I penetrated her pussy in missionary position and initiated a very long
and slow love making.  I kept my mouth in constant touch with her either
kissing her mouth or sucking her nipples.  I also kept sweet talking to
her; how much I loved her and how much I'd miss her.

   My lust for fucking Bina and my mother together turned into pure love
for her.  I remembered what she said about love and lust, that they were
the two sides of same coin.  Every part of my heart filled up with love for
her, my beautiful mother and my lover.

   I very lovingly kept pushing my cock in and out of her sensuous pussy in
a very slow motion.  She squeezed her pussy tight around my sliding cock
massaging every inch of it.  We were moving like a pair of dancers in a
well choreographed play.  But as heat of passions slowly built up within
our bodies, our tempo increased.  Soon our rhythmic trusts went awry and
gave away to our animalistic passions.  I started pounding her pussy harder
and harder.  Her pussy stretched even more as she was pulling my cock
deeper into her vacuum like sucking hole.

   "Ma, I am going to cum...I love you soooo....much....." I growled as my
cock head swelled up and began spewing my hot cum into her pussy.

   She dug her feet on the small of my back and her nails burnt into my
skin.  "Me too baby." Then She screamed at top her voice.  Her climax hit
her hard and exploded all over her body.

   "Ahhhhhheeee......ahhheeee....ahheee....."

   Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice and milked every drop of juice out
of balls.  Our combined juices overflowed her pussy and began dripping down
below soiling the bed sheet.

   After our love making we lay on bed holding each other tight and then
she started crying.  I didn't know if it was for losing Bina or me or both.


   I began kissing her teary eyes tasting her salty tears and comforting
her.

   I promised her I'd call every weekend.  Then I said, "You can come visit
me also."

   She liked the idea.  Her face brightened up.  "I just might do that."
She said excitedly.  The idea comforted her and brought a calmness over
her.

   I left for my school next day.

   What a difference six months can make, I thought as I stepped inside my
plane.  Having reestablished my relationship with my loving mother, I was
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed The Train Ride Rohan watched
the train coast into the station.  Glancing down at his watch, he saw that
it was already four o'clock.  He had been waiting for the train almost an
hour.  The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train
finally came to a stop.  Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw
a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone.  She was one
good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother.
He grinned foolishly, waving back at her.  As she continued to wave, he
picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her.  Watching
her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got
to her.

   "Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her.

   "Oh, My Beta!  I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems
like it's been forever since I last saw you."

   She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen
to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts.  He tried not to look,
but the temptation was too great.  He felt himself blush as he sneaked a
peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts.

   "You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he told her,
pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful
breasts from view once again.

   "I was just so excited to see you," she laughed happily, slowly leaning
back into the car.

   "Hurry up, get on board," she gushed ecstatically, "Hurry!"

   Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and
his mother were put up in a two member cabin.  He entered the train and
went to their cabin.  He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing
in the doorway waiting for him.

   "Oh, My Beta!" she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.

   The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took
her into his arms.  Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had
shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest.  His mother
hadn't changed a bit, he thought.  She was still a very affectionate woman.

   "Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside,
"I have so much to tell you."

   Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him.  She didn't speak for a
long time as she stood looking at him affectionately.  Rohan felt himself
blush as his mother's eyes traveled up and down his body.  Finally, she sat
down beside him.  "God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of
his hand and giving it a hard squeeze.  "You're all I've got now." Then she
began to talk.  It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce.
Now it all came pouring out.

   Rohan knew that his father had left his mother for a younger woman.  It
had been several weeks since it had happened and Rohan had talked to his
mother several times on the phone since then.  He thought she had handled
it quite well, but now face to face with her, he could see the damage it
had done to her psyche.  He could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn't
been there six months ago.  She began to unload her burden of depression,
guilt, and blame onto him once again.  She told him how Rohan had left her
without any notice.  He had just left one day without so much as a
how-do-you-do.  He had run off with his secretary and they were now living
somewhere in Goa.

   Rohan knew this much as his father had called him and told him that he
had left his mother.  His father had said it was his fault and that Rohan
shouldn't blame his mother for anything that had happened.  He had offered
no excuses or alibis.  He had just stated that he found his secretary,
Stella more compatible.  His father did tell Rohan that he had left his
mother very well off financially.

   Rohan sat listening to his mother unload her troubles onto him.  After a
few minutes, she stopped talking.  She reached out and pulled him to her.
"I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she said
emphatically, "did you know that?"

   Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move. 
As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him.  Reaching out
instinctively to brace herself, her hand plunged down into his crotch,
landing squarely on top of his semi-erect penis.

   Momentarily pinned against him as the train continued to gain momentum,
she didn't move her hand for several seconds.  At last the impetus lessened
and she moved away from him.

   "I'm sorry," she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face.  "I didn't
hurt you did I?"

   "No, you didn't hurt me," he told her.  Neither of them spoke for
several moments as they listened to the sound of the train picking up
speed. Soon they were speeding along, adapting to the slight swaying
vibration of the train.  After a few more moments, his mother began talking
again.  Holding onto his hand like she was afraid that he would leave her
too.  Rohan felt sorry for her.  She had been deeply hurt.  Now it seemed
as if he was her only salvation.  He wanted her to get it all off her chest
so he let her go on and on.  As the train sped along, she would talk a
while and then cry for a while.  Comforting her best he could, he could
only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.  Then abruptly, she
stopped crying.  Turning away from him, she blankly stared out the train
window at the landscape speeding by outside.  She seemed to be deep in
thought.

   Sitting back, Rohan absent-mindedly checked her for any other signs of
mental or physical deterioration.  There were no other obvious signs of the
obvious strain she was under.  He could only wonder what had possessed his
father to leave her.  She was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at
forty.  Unconsciously admiring her, he saw her long, silky hair falling
down over her shoulders, framing a face that could grace any fashion
magazine.  Big, full breasts swelling out proudly above her flat, trim
belly.  Long, graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks. 
Her feet, tiny and bare were blemish free.  Yes, his mother was an
exceptional beauty.  His father must be stupid.

   He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man; if she ever
decided to start looking again as men would come running after her.  He
just hoped it would not happen.  But right at the moment, she didn't seem
emotionally capable of handling another relationship.  She had told him
over and over again that she didn't think she could ever trust another man,
except him.  It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of
marriage.  It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big, ghastly
scar that might not ever heal.

   Finally, snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly.  "Oh, I am
so very, very glad you're here," she wept softly, "I have been so lonely
and unhappy.  But now, I feel safe and happy and, and all warm inside."

   "You know you can come to me anytime, Ma," he told her, gently pulling
her up against him and giving her kiss on the head.  "For anything."

   "Oh, Thank you, you don't know how much it means to have someone you can
turn to for comfort, or...anything," she sniffed, the flow of tears finally
slowing, "thank you so much."

   She didn't speak for several moments as they sat holding each other. 
Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her face.

   "Rohan, Do, uh, could, uh," she started to say.

   Just then there was a knock on the door.

   "I'll get it," he said, getting up.

   Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.

   "Do you need dinner?" he asked in Hindi.

   "No thanks!  We will come to the pantry car" Rohan told him, closing the
door.

   "What were you going to say, Ma?" he asked her as he sat back down
beside her.

   "Oh, nothing," she smiled weakly, "Nothing that can't wait."

   "Good, because I'm hungry," he told her.

   "Me, too," she agreed.  "Let's go eat."

   Her mood seemed to improve noticeably as they tidied up.  Soon, they
were laughing and bumping against each other in the tight confines of the
small compartment as they train rattled along.  Concerned at her sudden
change of attitude, he shrugged it off to the stress she was under.  Hoping
that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door for her.

   As they walked down the narrow corridor toward the dining car, they
couldn't help bumping and brushing against each other.  Laughing and
tittering like two teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.  They
were immediately seated by their waiter.  Clinging to his hand, his mother
seemed afraid to let go of it.  Rohan was beginning to feel a little self
conscious as his mother fawned over him.

   "I don't know if I can ever let you go," she said softly, giving his
hand another squeeze "You are my only man now."

   Wondering what she meant, he was relieved when their meal arrived.  She
finally released his hand long enough to let him eat his dinner.

   After dinner, they held hands and made their way down to their cabin. 
His mother seemed to have overcome her possessiveness as they sat talking.
Feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, he spoke out

   "Ma, I've had a long day," he yawned.  "I think I'm going to bed"

   "Oh, so soon," she whined.

   "I'm afraid so," he grinned sleepily, "I can barely keep my eyes open."

   "Oh, well, okay, go ahead;" she told him, pouting sadly, "I'm going to
the bathroom.  I'll be down later."

   Rohan was feeling very tired after the long day.  Fumbling with his
clothes, it seemed to take forever to get them off.  He knew he should put
his pajamas on, but he was too tired to find them.  He vaguely remembered
something about his mother telling him that he could have the lower berth
and she would sleep on the upper berth.  Reeling over to the berth, he
found it difficult to keep his balance in the swaying, rocking car. 
Standing there naked, struggling with the latch, he hoped that his mother
wouldn't walk in and catch him.  He felt more than a little foolish and
uncomfortable as he struggled with the berth.  Finally, he felt the catch
open and the berth flopped down.  Throwing back the covers, he quickly
crawled naked into bed and within moments was sound asleep.

   He didn't know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with the
lock on the door.  Trying to see what time it was, he was blinded by a
brief flash of light as the door opened.  Blinking, he saw the silhouette
of his mother standing in the door swaying with the rhythm of the train. 
He wasn't aware that just a few minutes had passed by.

   "Rohan, are you awake?" she whispered softly as she closed the door
behind her.

   He didn't answer her, hoping that she would think he was still asleep.

   "Rohan, are you awake?" she whispered, a little louder this time.

   Still he didn't answer, but watched her stumble across the cabin.  The
only light in the cabin was a very tiny safety light, but it gave out
enough illumination to see shapes.  Hoping she couldn't see that his eyes
were open, he watched her as she stood by the sofa.

   "I guess he's asleep," he heard her say as she put her purse down on the
sofa.

   He watched as she stood swaying with the motion of the train.  Then, she
began to undress.  Only able to see her silhouette, he could hear the
rustle of material as she removed her clothes piece by piece.  Finally, he
watched her bend down and slip her panties off.

   All at once, he felt a tiny tingle of sexual excitement as he realized
that she was standing in front of him naked.  Although he could only see
her outline, just the thought of her standing in front of him with no
clothes on was somehow erotically exciting in a perverse way.  He knew he
shouldn't be aroused by his mother, but somehow it was happening.  Wishing
she would hurry and get in her bed, he was shocked when suddenly the train
sped by a light and the inside of their car was bathed by its glow.

   His mother was instantly transformed into a figure of blacks and whites.
Her great breasts were out in magnificence, highlighted by the darkness
surrounding them.  The imprint of the beauty was burnt into his brain
forever as the light disappeared leaving the cabin in even deeper darkness.

   It took several moments for him to see anything at all.  When he could
see, he was astonished to find his mother standing by his berth.  "Rohan"
he heard her whisper softly again.  He was about to have a heart attack as
he felt her legs nudge up against his berth.  He didn't know what to do as
he cringed back away from her.  What was she doing?  Why was she by his
bed? Then his heart almost stopped as he felt her slowly lift his covers.
Sweat broke out on his forehead.  Then she eased herself down into his
berth.  He was afraid to breathe.  Then the covers settled back down over
him.  She was so close, he could smell her perfume .What was she doing?

   Suddenly, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as her hot,
bare skin touched his.

   "Rohan, are you awake," he heard her whisper again as she snuggled up
against him.

   "Yes," he was finally able to gasp as she pressed herself up against
him.

   "Can I sleep with you, tonight?" he heard her ask tearfully.  "I am so
all alone and sad.  No one wants me anymore."

   "Yes, Mother," was all he could manage as he felt himself begin to
tremble.

   "Thank you, my Beta" she sniffed, nuzzling even closer to him.  "Can you
hold me?"

   His cock was as hard as a rock.  How could he hold her without giving
away his arousal?  She would know that he was aroused by her.  He knew that
she would hate him for getting hard, but he slipped his arm under her neck
and gently pulled her to him.

   "I just feel so empty and useless," she whimpered pressing herself
against him harder, "I don't even feel like a woman anymore."

   She was definitely a woman, he thought as he felt her hot, bare skin
plastered against his body.  Every place that their bodies touched, he was
being blistered by the current of electricity flowing from her body into
his.  And where her big, hard nipples were digging into his arm, it felt
like two coals were lying on his skin.

   "I would give anything if someone would desire me as a woman again," she
moaned softly, slowly easing her long, smooth leg over his leg.

   Holding her in his arms, he tried to keep his passion under control. 
Then he felt his mother's hand gently brush over his muscular chest.

   "Do you love me, Rohan?" she asked softly, her hand slowly inching down
over his chest.

   "Oh, Yes, Mother, I love you very much," Rohan gasped, still fighting of
the urge to possess her.

   "Could you love me as a woman," she asked quietly, pausing for several
moments before continuing, "instead of a mother?"

   He was afraid to answer.

   "Just for one night?" she whispered.  "Just tonight?"

   "What," he groaned, not believing what he had heard.

   "Could you love me as a man?" she asked again, her hand slowly moving
down over his stomach, "Instead of a son for one night?"

   He was so shocked, he was unable to speak as he felt her hand wrap
around his throbbing maleness.

   "Oh, God, Ma!AAAAH!" he wheezed, feeling his mother's hot, clenching
hand squeeze his aching cock.

   "I need a man inside me," she panted, "but you are the only man I can
ever trust again."

   "I'll do whatever you want," he was finally able to choke out as he
grabbed her crotch.

   "Just make soft, gentle love to me all night long, my love," she
murmured pressing her womanhood against his leg before spreading her legs
and letting his hand find its target.

   As his fingers explored the warm softness of her nether regions, he
received another shock.  His mother's pubis was as smooth and hairless as
it had been the day she had been born.  Her pussy was shaved and bare.

   My God, he thought to himself as he explored the shaven smoothness
surrounding her womanhood.  His mother had shaved herself just for him. 
She had known all along that she was going to seduce him.  She had planned
to make love to him.  This was no spur of the moment happening.  His mother
had purposely set out to fuck him and she was succeeding.  The magnitude of
what this meant was too much for him to accept.  His brain suddenly
exploded with erotic depravity and he couldn't stop the eruption of his
loins.

   "Oh, Shit," he groaned as his cock jerked wildly and sent a giant geyser
of hot, scorching cum up into the air.

   "Oh, No, My, Beta" his mother wailed, "I'm, Sorry, Beta!  Oh, Beta, Ma's
Sorry."

   Even as she apologized, she was throwing back the sheets.  With her hand
clenched tightly around his spurting, spewing cock, she struggled up to a
sitting position.  Keeping her hand wrapped around the thick, pulsating
barrel of his big cock, she leaned down over it.  Just as a second giant
stream of his thick, fiery semen erupted from the big, purple head of his
cock.  The stream of cum struck her in the face, but she quickly took him
in her mouth.

   "Oh, Fuck, Ma!" he wheezed asthmatically as her hot, sucking lips
encircled his manhood.

   As she sucked on his throbbing maleness, another gigantic spout of his
foamy cream shot into her mouth.  He could feel her quickly swallow as she
sucked on him as hard as she could.  He could feel her hand roughly sliding
up and down his cock as she urged him to give up more of his fertile cream.

   As if in answer yet another big load of sperm-laden cream spurted into
her mouth.  Still, she swallowed and sucked, bringing her other hand up to
his big, dangling balls.  Gently squeezing and pulling on his gonads, she
coaxed them to give up more of his life-filled syrup.  Then as his cock
exploded inside her mouth yet again, he knew he had to cum inside of her
pussy.  He had to go back to the place he had come from.  He had to return
to her womb.  He had to be reborn again.

   Groaning, he struggled up, gently pushing her up and away from his
jutting cock.

   "What, what's wrong, Beta" his mother muttered, feeling him push her
away from his huge, thick cock, "did I hurt you?"

   "God, No," he groaned, pushing her down onto her back, "I want to cum
inside you."

   "Oh, Oh, Yes, Beta, Please," she blubbered impatiently, "Oh, Yes, Cum
inside Mommy."

   Scrambling over her and up between her widespread legs, he could feel
his hard, thick cock bounding up and down threateningly.  As he stood over
her on his hands and knees, he felt her hand find his hardness again. 
Grasping it, she roughly guided it down to the wet, waiting wound between
her legs.  Feverishly fitting the great bulbous head of his cock into her
burning socket, she thrust herself up at him.

   "Oh, Fuck," he cursed, feeling the fiery heat of her vagina envelop the
head of his penis.

   Groaning with pleasure, he thrust himself down into her hot, sucking
womanhood.

   He had never felt such power or pleasure.  He had never felt so
dominant. He was inside his mother.  Inside the boiling cauldron of his
beginning.  Inside the forbidden cavern of motherhood.  He had returned to
the womb that had nourished him and gave him life.  Now he was buried up to
the hilt in the hot, sucking tightness of her most sacred of sacred of
places about to give her another life.  The passion that was coursing
through him paralyzed him momentarily.  Then as a great wave of pleasure
washed over him, he felt another eruption growing inside his aching balls.
He had returned to the flaming depths where he had been conceived.  Now he
felt an overpowering urgency to fill that hallowed place with his own
potent seeds.  To replenish and reproduce himself inside of her.  Then he
felt the satin sheath of her vagina tighten around his cock.

   "Oh, Beta, I'm coming," his mother gasped and he felt her pussy began to
undulate spasmodically.

   He couldn't hold back any longer.  He grunted and thrust himself as deep
as he could into her scorching love-gash.  Just as he did, his cock lurched
wildly and spurted out another malignant stream of thick, gummy cream into
the sacred place of his birth.As his cock spewed out corrupt load of semen,
he held himself shoved down inside her sucking, pulling cunt.  As he thrust
himself into his mother's groin, he felt her long, sharp fingernails dig
deep into his ass.