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 A Sons Love I always thought it is a normal thing for every son to have a
highly protective mother.  But after reading some psychoanalysis texts, I
came to know that Indian mothers have a reversal of oedipus complex.  That
is, the mothers are emotionally and sexually attracted to their sons. 
Indian mothers are even compared with Italian and Japanese mothers who also
have very close relationships with their son.  In real life though, this
may or maynot be true as we donot know the real feelings of our mothers.

   But it is a proven fact that mothers take sexual pleasure in breasting
feeding their sons.  Some mothers even confessed that they had orgasms
while their sons were sucking their milk filled breasts.  So, to all the
sons out there, we all might have already had sex with your mothers and
satisfied her even when we were young!

   I have to confess, reading psychoanalysis as changed the way I looked at
my mother!  Suddenly she became a woman to me.  Now I respect her more but
I also admire her sexually.  Since then I generated sexual desires for her.
She has become my object of lust even more than the sexy actresses we see
on screen.  So whenever I saw pictures of naked or scanty clad actresses, I
replace them with my mother in my mind.

   To tell you the truth, my mother is no way a sexy bitch like the
actresses.  She is 43, and a house wife.  Now I will let you imagine her
body.  If you know Indian mother-house-wives in their forties, you would
have imagined fat, plumpy and droopy, draped in a cotton saree.  Thats
exactly how my mom is!  But she has a great and attractive face though! 
But if you see her body, she resembles a typical indian mother; well fucked
and used on bed, her belly with plenty of birth marks, and a face that has
learnt to suppress her evergrowing lust.

   She may not sound sexy to you but she is a knockout for me.  I am sure
every son will feel the same as me once they make their mother a sexual
object to desire for!  I am proud to say I have hots for my mother!

   Time to get to my story!  Needless to say my mother's name is
Suryakantam and my dad's name is Rao!  I am their only son and I have just
finished my degree and joined a company as a trainee.  I lusted for my
mother's body for more than two years now and I slept every night after
masterbating thinking of her.  I was constantly looking for an opportunity
to seduce her but never had guts to do it.  Mostly because of my Dad.  I
did not wanted to hurt him I suppose!

   But I did something which my Dad would never know.  Stealing my mother's
dirty laundry!  Yes!  My mother is tidy enough to change her undies every
day and I enjoyed her fresh laundry everyday.  I made a habbit to steal her
bra, panties and pettycoat whenever I wanted to fuck her.  I used to spread
her clothing on my bed and masterbate on them.  I used to deposit on her
fresh used panties and bras and also wipe off my cum with her pettycoat.  I
use to replace them back in the laundry the next morning.

   Sometimes, I also used to steal her fresh bra, panties, and pettycoat
and used them to deposit my cum on them after masterbation.  After they
were dry enough I used to replace them in her fresh clothing and enjoyed
seeing her wear my cum filled undies.  I used to satisfy myself that way,
that atleast my cum is touching my mother's breasts and her pussy.

   My luck turned as I got transferred to a town in southern Andhra.  My
dad and mom decided my mother will accompany me.  I never rejected the
decision as I was looking forward to get my mother alone.  An year ago we
moved there in April.  It is summer time and was very hot!  We rented a
single bedroom outhouse.  We took two single matteress with us which we
slept on them in the same room.  Needless to say, from the day one, I have
been looking for an opportunity to fuck my mother.

   The opportunity came when my mother wanted to watch a movie one evening.
I could not make it for the 6pm show so we went to 9pm show.  It was
supposed to be a family movie but suddenly in the middle of the movie they
started showing a blue movie.  It was a story about a cheating wife.  They
were showing all the sex scenes and me and mother felt a bit uneasy after
five minutes.  I asked mom if she wants to go but she said if I want to! 
How can I miss my chance of a blue movie on big screen and also a possible
chance of getting my mother lustful?  I sat back and we watched.  I know
she would like to watch sex stuff as I used to see her watching late night
movies in the night on tv.  After forty five minutes of hot steamy sex
scenes and the cheating wife being fucked by more than five people, they
resumed the normal movie.

   When the movie finished, my mind was full of sex scenes I saw and I
completely forgot what the real movie was.  It was then I noticed there
were a lot of couples around us and they were all looking at us wierdly as
we walked out together.  As we came home, me and mother talked only for a
minute or so.  We came home, changed our clothes and mom fixed our beds all
in lost out mode.  As I locked the doors and switched off the bedroom
light, I could not help but to see mom's naked midriff flesh as she was
already on the bed.

   The room was dark with only some light coming from the window.  As I lay
on my bed, I was in a mood to fuck my mother but didnot have the guts to
approach her.  After ten minutes, I could not sleep and I had to
masterbate. I was shamed to do it beside my mother but I could not help it.
So my own mother who is sleeping beside me became my dream girl as I
masterbated beside her.  I slowly dozed off after I am finished.

   Suddenly, after sometime, I was woken up by some moans.  As I opened my
eyes I could clearly hear mom moaning.  I was shocked but at the sametime I
was turned on too.  I could not see if she is finger fucking herself while
moaning but I enjoyed her moans as they grew my cock.  I heard those for
two to three minutes as my dick is throbbing by then and I could not hold
myself.  Out of impulse I quickly got up, grabbed her right hand with my
left hand, and moved on to the top of her and said "Let me take care of you
mother!"

   Mom was shocked and screamed as I quickly muffled her by kissing her
lips.  I quickly moved my right hand to grab some of my mother huge left
blouse covered breast and caressed it.  Mom struggled but cooled a little
as I let go her lips and she said "NO!  Ramesh!  You are my son!"

   "Forget I am you son for a while mother!" I added "You need me and I
need you now!"

   "No!" she said again "This is wrong!"

   "I don't care mother!  I want you!" I interrupted.

   Before she could say anything "I know you need me too mother!"

   I quickly moved my right hand to part her saree tangles and started
caressing her mound and said "I know I can take care of this mother! 
Please give me a chance!"

   Mom wanted to say something but kept quite as my fingers touched her
clit and gave out a small moan.

   It was then I thought I got her by her horns.

   I let go her hand and I quickly took off her pallu from her chest with
my left hand as my right hand is still caressing her pettycoat covered
pussy.

   Mom is doing nothing except saying it wrong and I am her son!  I
caressed her breast and pussy for sometime until I thought its safe to
undress my mother.  As I stopped to remove her blouse hooks, she laid there
and did nothing like a hypnotised woman.

   I slowly opened her blouse as her naked breasts glistened in the low
light as they became more visible.  As I opened all the hooks and saw her
nipples, I could not wait but to move to suck on them.  May be a son's
instincts or may be a lover's I felt great as I took my mother's nipple
into my mouth.  I donot know how long I played with her tits as I could not
get bored playing with them.  Mom though closed her eyes and possibly
enjoying my deeds.

   After few minutes, I realised my cock is stiff for long time now and is
paining me as if it wants to get access to my mother's cunt.  So I sat up
and held on to her tucked-in tangles of her saree to pull them out.  As the
saree tangles got loose and fell on to the side, I could see her pettycoat
with one layer of saree still draping her.  I wanted to takeoff her
pettycoat as I was desparate to see mom's nakedness, but my dick is
controlling me now.  So I had to find an easy way to get to mom's naked
cunt quickly.  So I started yanking her pettycoat up.  At school we used to
joke that the main advantage of a saree is to get easy access to woman's
pussy as both saree and pettycoat can be yanked up.  If the woman is not
wearing any panties (as most mothers don't) you have one plump and juicy
cunt to fuck right away.

   As I lifted my mother's pettycoat and remembered that school talk, I was
assured that it is a fact.  It was very easy to lift her clothing up to
access my mother's nakedness as it was being revealed from her feet first
to her hair covered fat plump pussy.  I expected mom to say something as I
was getting close to seeing her mound but she remained silent with her eyes
closed.

   I took off my sarong as I wanted to fuck her first and do everything
later as my cock was trobbing to be massaged by a real cunt muscles.  As I
placed myself between mom's legs, mom widened the legs apart in a bid to
give me better access to her cunt.  It was then I was assured that mom
wanted my dick as bad as I wanted her pussy.

   I wasted no time as I took hold of my very frustrated erect dick with my
right hand as I moved forward to get my dick inline with her cunt.  As I
felt her cuntlips with my fingers, I had shivers through my spine as I
realised my dream was coming true.  As my dick touched her pussy lips mom
moaned a bit and I could feel her lips splitting apart to accomodate my
dick into her vagina.  I wanted to enjoy every bit of inserting my dick
into mom's cunt as I slowly pushed it inside her.  There is no friction, as
I could feel her cunt being very wet, except for her cunt muscles giving
way to and engulfing my dick as it reached the inner sanctum of my birth
place.  As soon as I inserted my dick into her cunt, I stopped and looked
at mom's face.  My scrotum is fully pressed against her womanhood.  My dick
was fully inserted into her vagina.  My balls are pressing against her
lower cunt lips and my pubic hair has joined with hers.

   Mom opened her eyes as I stopped and I could feel the enjoyment in her
eyes.  She looked radiant in that darkness and I wanted to say something to
her.  I whispered to her "I am finally fucking you my mother dear!  I have
just conquered my mother's vagina!" Mom smiled as if she agreed.

   I got full excited seeing her smile as I pulled out completely and
thumped back again into her womb.  For every thrust of me fucking mom I had
a added excitement of violating my mother's cunt.  I felt the ecstacy as
the thought of me committing incest with mom ran through my head.  I
thought I had the whole world's pleasure as I enjoyed the forbidden fruit
of my mother's chastity.

   Every thrust into mom's vagina told me that I am enjoying the sweetness
of her plump cunt.  Every ram into her hot pussy handed over more of her
chastity to me.  Those thoughts kept me going as I thrusted more and more
until I felt my hot cum was now ready to fill my mother's womb.

   And it did!  My dick spasmed as it spewed my semen in mom's cunt.  It
was a great thing to experience as my cum gushed out as I climaxed in mom's
hot oven and felt the shower spraying over all her inner sanctum where I
took shape.  The thrill of using mother's pussy to relieve my sexual desire
pushed more of my semen out into her womb.  As I felt my balls being
emptied, I collapsed on top of her as I gasped for breath and my dick
emptied itself into mom.

   I laid limp on her for a while until Mom then kissed me on my lips this
time all by herself.  I finally got mom's response.  A few kisses later mom
wanted to go to the bathroom so I moved from her.  As I moved on to the
floor by her mattress, I could see mom sitting on the bed as she rehooked
her blouse.  It remineded me of scenes in the movies where a woman hooks
her blouse while a half naked man is by her bed.  It was a suttle
uncensored way to say they just had sex and I was thrilled to find it is my
own mother who's portraying the scene with me in my real life.  As she got
up, she took off the left over saree around her and walked off in blouse
and pettycoat to the bathroom.  As I looked at her, I felt its unbelievable
that until certain moments ago that body of my mother was a forbidden fruit
for me.  Now, that fruit was tasted and and I enjoyed every bit of it.

   As my mother walked away from me, I could not believe I just had hot sex
with her.  Her body now carries my sex juices.  After mom went to the
bathroom, I followed her.  I saw the light in the bathroom and the door was
open and as I went close to the room, I could hear mom's pissing sound and
it was definitely louder than I ever heard.  I have heard from someone that
a woman's pissing sound reveals whether she has been fucked or not.  The
better the fuck, the louder the noise!  Even hearing my mother's pissing
sound became an erotic sound for me.  I waited until mom came out to
relieve myself.  As I came back, I saw mom already on her bed.

   Needless to say, Our first fucking experience opened up a whole new
world for both of us.  Mom though, felt terrible guilt after our first fuck
as she got to grips with loosing her chastity and motherhood both at same
time.  She was unstable and wanted to go back to dad.  I had to spend a lot
of time trying to get over it.  I started being more romantic and behaved
as a more loving son than a lover.  Finally she cooled down after two days.

   We had no sex all those two days.  I could have probably lived my entire
life with no sex if I did not get the taste of my mother's cunt.  But after
I had her, I wanted more of her and all the time!  Eventhough I felt sorry
for mom, it was hard control my lust as I was seeing her hot body all the
time.  I could not help but gawk at her all the time and stroke my dick
when she wasn't watching.  But I was determined to get her to accept me as
her lover and I didn't wanted to spoil my plans by acting stupid.  So I
resorted back to my masterbation to relieve myself.  On the third day, my
luck changed!  Mother finally gave into my romantic side and accepted me as
her lover.  I didn't knew that until that night when mom combined both our
beds for the first time!  I was happy to see it and best of all, I will
never forget the shy look mom had on her face.  The look of a bride
approaching her groom on the first night!  That night was more passionate
than our first one as mom's reciprocation took me to new hieghts of sexual
ecstacy!  The first night we slept together naked!

   Since then, whenever we were alone, our beds were always together.  And
now I am proud to say I am her permanenet lover.  We never missed a single
chance to union our genetalia.

   Mom got so used to our sex that she refused to go back to dad.  Infact
dad had to come to my place after two months.  He arrived at our house
unannounced one night and you guessed it!  We were in the middle of our
mother and son reunion.  We took some time to open the door as mom had to
dressup as I scrambled to bathroom to rid off my erection.  Mom opened the
door and was shocked to see dad there but she quickly coveredup the delay
saying she was sleeping and thought Ramesh would open the door.  Dad asked
where was I and said I am probably in the toilet.

   As I loosened my erection to come and greet dad, I could not help but
notice our room smelt of our sex.  I felt a bit kinky by the smell as its
hard to explain its presence where a mother and son live together.  And
secondly when the visitor is mom's husband.  I donot know if dad smelt it
because he never asked anything about it.  Mom kept him busy asking
questions as I felt I was a little disoriented with unfinished sex and
watching mom trying to coverup our deed.  I really wanted to throw dad out
and fuck mother then and there!  But I controlled.

   Since then, needless to say, no mom's cunt for me.  I had to resort back
to masterbation and that too in bathroom.  After three days, I became like
a hungry dog missing his mother's sweet cunt.  I was getting desparate for
mom's cunt and there was never a window of opportunity to get her away from
dad!  Despite my masterbations, I started getting mad!  Desparate
situations call for desparate measures!  I couldn't help but to get some
sleeping pills the next day to get dad some sound sleep.  I persuaded mom
to add them in his milk he drinks everynight before going to bed.  We all
slept together by combining both the beds with dad in the middle and we
both on either side.  But that night, as the sleeping pills took control of
him, we moved dad away to one corner and we fucked.  Mom was hesitant in
the beginning but became a real bitch as she learnt that dad is sound
asleep.  Probably she even got turned on being fucked beside her husband as
he is deep asleep.

   Since then, we used the sleeping pills every alternate day on dad just
to be safe.  After a week mom had her periods so we never got to use pills
on dad for those six days.  After her periods were over dad wanted to get
back to the city and asked mom to go with him.  Mom refused saying she
could'nt leave me alone atleast for another month.  Dad did not accept it
for sometime and me and mom had to act out to make him realise I will be in
shambles if mom is not around.  Dad finally accepted and left us after two
weeks with us.

   I also have an anecdote to tell you while he left too.  As he was
leaving to the city, we went and saw him off at the bustation.  The bus was
late by 20 mins and mom was getting restless.  Probably because it was more
than a week since mom had a good penetration.  She could not wait and
wanted to leave before dad's bus left.  She used the playcard of safety. 
Dad finally said its ok and but I got mom wo wait until his bus left.  I
wanted to make sure he's gone.  As we got home mom did nothing but to strip
herself as we had a hot steamy sex.  That night we never had enough!  We
both were in a mood for reckless sex and we fucked five times.  We had to
stop because our genetalia were completely bruised as we felt a lot of
pain. Mom said she never had sex that many times in a single night in her
life and itseems she felt like showing her cunt to her husband and tell him
thats what his son is does to her in private.

   From that day, mom always told me that I can treat her as my wife when
dad is not around.  She said she will be my mother only when people are
around.  And I treated her that way too.  Mom left to dad after a month
after dad left but she always said she prefers to live with me.  Since then
we all travelled back and forth but the best time we always had was when
mom came to visit me all alone or when dad goes away on tours.

   It is more than a year now eversince I started my new relation with my
mother.  I have to say I am more satisfied son now and I love mom even more
than I used to.  I am not sure if I feel the same when I have a wife but I
definitely feel more for mom than in our regular mom-son relationship. 
Mom's pretty happy too and she no more talks being guilty about our
relationship.  She says she is more happy than ever and happy to sleep with
both men in her life.  She says her body has adjusted to give pleasure to
both her husband and son and her cunt has learnt to accommodate the dicks
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed We prettymuch treat
eachother as husband and wife when we are alone and when dad is around too!
We molest each other as if we are playing something and do intimate things
when dad is in another room or in toilet.

   I donot know if dad had ever figured out that I am fucking mom.  There
were few obvious moments that he caught us both on but never said a word on
them.  Neither did he tried to stop us being alone together.  Either he
didnot figured it out or he didnot choose to believe that a mother and son
can have a sexual relationship.  It can also be that he probably guessed it
and chose to overlook it.  In any case, its fine by me as long as he
doesn't try to come between me and mom.

   Mom has risen to the level of saying no to dad and I always respected
her decisions.  So dad could not stop us even if he wanted to at some
times. My sexual escapades were never stopped.

   At one instance dad did raise the issue of getting me married.  Mom and
I rejected though!  Mom sometimes asked me if I want to get married and I
always said no.  Frankly, I donot think I need a wife!  I have my mother! I
am happy eventhough I donot get to fuck her everyday and every time I
wanted to.  I love her and I love to fuck her!  So why do I need another
wife?  Mom's only 43 and I am 22 now.  We both love to be with eachother
and have great time together!  She is my mom but treats me like her husband
when on bed.  And I can love her as my dearest mother and can also make
love to her.  I don't know about her but I plan to have that relationship
with her until we both live.  Now she is still young and fertile too!  So
she can bare me children!  She can be the mom of my children too!

   I know mom has her husband.  Dad is 53 now and live in his own world of
work and politics.  He has little time for mother and probably will not
care much even if he knows about our affair.  Mom cares for both of us and
wants to keep our relationship going.  For me, what ever my mom thinks is
fine with me.  I would not want to see her get hurt.  I would not care
about dad and I can take care of mom if he does something.  I would not
mind to share mom with dad.  But I donot know what mom would do if our
relationship gets further.  Like if she gets pregnant by me.  I was not
interested in getting her pregnant as mom always carefully avioded having
sex with me during her fertile times.  I am having sex with her for over an
year now and my views on reproduction are changing.  Lately, I am more
inclined to having a baby with mom!  A baby that would carve mine and mom's
incestuous relationship forever.

   I would like to see my future with mom as my wife and mother of my
children.  I may not marry her literally.  But that might change if she
becomes a widow.  Then I would definitely marry her.  In any case I will
get her pregnant.  And I want to do it when dad is alive.  Dad may overlook
it and stay with us or move away.  Either way, I will get to keep my mother
and will bare my children with her.

   To all the sons out there who love their mothers and want to become
motherlovers, I encourage them to go ahead.  Mothers are women too and
every mother can be a slut.  So make her your slut!  But plan before you
make the move.  A mother-son relationship is a devine relationship and a
sexual relationship should enhance the relationship than disgrace it.  So
plan properly so that she accepts you as her lover.  Reply With Quote

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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed Massaging Message It started
out rather innocently, out of a necessity but culminated into a life
altering experience.

   Ratna and her husband Sunil got into a car accident.  They were lucky it
was very a minor one.  Sunil scathed scratch free, however, Ratna
complained about neck and back pain.  Sunil took her to their family
doctor. He prescribed some pain killer and told her to get professional
massage for her neck and back.

   Ratna was surprised that she even fooled her doctor.  She was not hurt
at all.  She was just trying to get more attention from her husband.  After
20 years of marriage the passion in their life had all but gone.  More and
more Sunil was devoting most of his time towards his business.  Sex between
them became as infrequent as rain in hot Indian summer.  She still fondly
remembered when she was the centerpiece of his world and love making was as
frequent as monsoon rain.  Now Ratna considered herself lucky if her
husband made love to her just once a month.  It was far from what her sex
starved body needed to satisfy her carnal desire.

   She had just turned forty.  She kept herself in very good shape.  She
could easily be mistaken as a woman of thirty years old.  Sunil was 7 or 8
years older than her and as her sexual desire was growing his was waning
real fast.

   Another thing that had fueled her desire, was her friend Surma's bold
and naked advices.  Surma was living overseas and came to visit her family.
She was a very modern and sexy woman.  Shyness was never an adjective that
could be attributed to her.  She encouraged Ratna to find a young stud as a
lover.

   "Look girlfriend, you are still a very young and sexy woman.  Pretty
soon father time will take over your body and before you know it, it will
be all over." Surma advised her with the confidence of someone who knew
what she was talking about.  "Find yourself a young lover and let him fuck
your brain out.  Don't let cobweb grow in your pussy.  "

   Ratna could not help but laughing at Surma's comment of cobweb growing
in her pussy.  She knew it was easier said than done.  She was not sure if
she had the guts to cheat on her husband.  If she did, it had to be with
someone she could trust one hundred percent.

   Before Surma left she gave her a dildo and couple of porno magazines. 
She had never seen fuck pictures like this before.  The magazines were full
of pictures of couples engaged in anal, oral and vaginal sex.  In her
entire life she never experienced the pleasure of anal or oral sex.  Her
imagination began to run wild.  She started fantasizing about getting
fucked by a faceless huge cock in every which way possible.  In reality her
dildo ended up being her fantasy cock and became her constant fucking
companion.

   "Where I am going to find a professional masseur?" Her husband asked on
their way back from doctor's office.

   "Don't worry, I will be fine without one." She said with all the womanly
indication of not really meaning it.

   "No, honey, I'll give you massage myself if I can't find anyone." He
assured her.  That would be fun she thought.  She would finally get some
attention from him after all and it might turn into something that she had
been craving all the time but getting it only scarcely.

   That afternoon Sunil came home with a young man carrying a small bag in
his hand.

   "Ratna, this is Suresh, He is a professional masseur.  He would give the
massage you need."

   Suresh was a young good looking man and he greeted her in traditional
Indian way, putting his hands together and saying 'namaste'.

   All of a sudden a cold spell took over her.  The idea of another man
beside her husband touching her seemed too farfetched for her psyche.  She
might have been having fantasies about other man, but in reality she was
still very conservative and meek.  No one except her husband had ever
touched her since she had grown up.  She grew cold feet immediately.  She
took her husband to bedroom.

   "Are you out of your mind?' She vented her frustration on him, "I won't
let a stranger touch my body."

   "Honey, this is part of your treatment.  Think him as your doctor or
nurse." He desperately tried to convince her.

   "Absolutely not!  Either you do it or no massage." She expressed herself
adamantly and Sunil knew his wife well enough to realize she would not buzz
from her decision.

   He reluctantly let Suresh go and even more reluctantly agreed to massage
her himself.  Under any other circumstances it would make him happy that
his wife only wanted him, but fact of the matter was he had been too busy
with his business and putting up 15 to 16 hours day.  Even though he loved
his wife very much he just did not have much time for her at this juncture
of his life.  He was hoping it would change for good in the near future
when his business really got going.

   Ratna took her clothes off and laid herself face down on the bed.  She
was getting excited anticipating her husband's touch.  She started feeling
dampness in her pussy already.  Sunil came over her and pour some of the
massaging lotion that the doctor gave them and began to rub Ratn's neck and
shoulder.  Ratna cooed and her body began to relax.  She began to think
that her fantasy of an erotic massage would finally be materialized.

   Then his cell phone rang and it kept on ringing.  Business talks and
erotic massage would never go hand in hand, she thought.  To her dismay, he
kept getting calls one after another.  In frustration, she abruptly jumped
up from bed and went into the shower.  If it was five years ago, Sunil
would have followed her in the shower immediately and the whole thing would
have ended in a delicious fuck.  Hoping against hope, she desperately
wanted to hear his footsteps through the bathroom door.  None was
forthcoming as he kept on talking on the phone.

   "Honey, something came up.  I have to go now.  We'll do the massage
tomorrow.  See you at dinner time." He shouted from the bathroom door and
quickly existed without waiting for her response.

   Ratna took comfort in knowing that her faithful dildo won't let her
down. She fucked her pussy with her rubber lover and relieved herself.

   Next day Sunil made a great effort to massage her.  He took his cell
phone out and turned it off.  Ratna was very pleased at his gesture.  He
began the massage.  Just when she was totally relaxed and enjoying her
husband's rub down, there was a knock at the door.  It was their 19 year
old son, Anil.

   "Baba, phone call for you in the drawing room.  He said it was an
emergency." Anil informed his father.

   "Anil, come here.  Massage your mother's back while I take the call."

   "No." She protested.

   "What's the problem now?  He is your son, not a stranger." By saying
that Sunil went to answer his call.

   So much for an erotic massage, she thought.  She was really upset at
this development.  Still lying face down, she quickly pulled the blanket up
to her waist to cover herself.  Anil began to massage his mother's back as
his father told him.

   Sunil and Anil alternated few time massaging her in between his phone
calls.  Suddenly Ratna realized the difference between two of them.  Her
husband was massaging her just for the sake of it, without putting any real
efforts.  His gestures made it clear he rather be somewhere else, like at
work.  On the contrary her son was massaging her forcefully.  He was
forcing her back down harder and she was feeling the pressure on her
breasts.  Her nipples were rubbing against soft fabric of the bed sheet and
they quickly became erect.  His knees and hands even touched her buttocks
few times sending a chill sensation through her.  She unintentionally began
to get wet between her legs.  She wanted to have this feeling when the
massage started, but not from her own son.

   "God, what I'm thinking.  He is my son." She reprimanded herself and
quickly took control of her emotions.  She immediately ended the massaging
session and went to take a shower.  She was very upset with herself about
having sinful thoughts about her own son.  But her sexual urges were so
strong she could not help but to touch her pussy.  Pretty soon she was
fucking her pussy with two fingers and experienced a soothing orgasm.

   "I have to go out of town for three days." Sunil told them at the dinner
table that night, "Anil can massage you when I'm away.  Your college is
closed for summer, right son?"

   "Yes, baba.  I don't mind if it is okay with ma." His son responded
diplomatically.

   Ratna's dilemma: To fuck or not to fuck her son.

   Now, I was really mad at me for refusing to get massage from the
masseur. My refusal had given rise to this current predicament.  I did not
want to get touched by my son at my present perpetual horny condition.  But
if I had said no, it might show my weakness.  I grudgingly agreed, hoping
to keep my emotions under control at all times.

   Early next morning Anil took his father to airport and came back around
9.

   "Ma, can I massage you now.  After that I want to play some cricket."

   "Sure, son.  Come to my room in about five minute."

   I told myself it would strictly be just massage.  Under no circumstances
I would think about sex.  I had to stop my fantasies and just enjoyed the
rub down.  Part of my brain that controlled my moral values told me that I
could do it.  I felt good at my strong resolve.

   I stripped myself except for my petticoat and laid face down on the bed
like yesterday.  Anil joined me momentarily.  He spread his leg and
positioned his knees on both side of my waist and began massing my neck and
shoulder.  His warm and strong touches felt so good!

   He leaned forward few times.  Was that his manhood that touched my ass?
My resolve melted faster than ice cream in hot Indian summer.  My pussy
began to twitch and started getting wet.  There was a contradicting fight
brewing inside my brain again.  Part tof me urged to control my urges,
other part that controlled my sexual desire was telling me to go with the
flow and let the chip fall where it may.

   Anil moved to my feet which his father never did.  He pulled my toes and
fingers and popped them.  He then started moving up my legs.  How far would
he go, I asked myself.  More importantly how far would I let him go?  He
stopped at my knee joints and again moved up to my back.  This time he let
his hands slid down my sides.  My breasts were large and firm.  They were
squashed on the bed sheet.  But because of their ample size, part of the
flesh had overflowed at both my sides.  His hands touched my exposed flesh
for few seconds and moved on.  Goose pimples popped up all over my body. 
Was he teasing me and trying to test the threshold of my tolerance?  Or was
it just innocent massage from his part?  I desperately wanted a strong
manly hand to fondle my breasts.  For a moment I thought if I would roll
over and expose my top.

   "God, what I am thinking?" My morality won over my urges.  I quickly got
up covering my breasts with a towel and told him that was enough for one
day.  I also thanked him and told him he did a wonderful job.

   "Thank ma.  I am glad you liked it.  I was little worried at the
beginning.  Now, I am going to play cricket with my friends.  See you
later."

   Thank god, the young man had a cool head over his shoulder.  After he
left, I took my dildo and made love to it many different ways.  A good
orgasm always had cooling effect on me.  After I cooled off, I began to
feel terrible for my sexual arousal at my son's touch.  I had to stop this
charade of massage before things might go out of control.  I decided to
tell him I had gotten better and would not need massages from him any more.
This type of strong logical reasoning really made me feel better.  My moral
conscience had won the day over my sexual desires.  At least so I thought.

   Next morning we had breakfast together.  Then exactly at 9, he announced
that it was time for massage.

   "Okay, come to my room in about 5 minute." I could not believe my ears
when I heard what I just said.

   Whatever happened to my strong resolve and my morality?  Was not I
supposed to tell him I no longer needed massage from him anymore?  But it
was too late.  I went into my room trying to reason that this would be last
time I would let him massage me.

   I normally never wore panties at home.  That day I decided to wear one
of my black panties.  I knew against my fair skin, it would look very sexy.
I took all other clothes off.  I put a small towel over my breasts and laid
me down on the bed.

   He joined me few minute later.  His eyes widen when he saw me almost
naked.  I turned over.  As I was turning over my towel slipped little bit
and he got a good look of my exposed boobs for a fraction of a second.

   "Today, I want you massage my back and as well as my legs, okay baby?" I
tried hard to keep my voice as normal as possible.  But it was tough. 
Within my brain two sides had been waging war already.

   "OK, ma." He responded in a rather shaky voice.

   He did not spend much time on my shoulder or back.  He quickly went down
to my feet.  He also barely kneaded my feet just for a while.  As I
suspected his hands quickly moved up to my thighs.  The massaging lotion
made my smooth skin ever more silkier and softer.  His hands kept slidng in
and out of inner and outer part of my thighs.  Slowly his hands got very
close to my pussy.  Any closer he would touch the forbidden part of my
body. He probably could feel the heat of my soaking pussy.  I wondered if
any of pubic hair was poking out of my panties.  Part of me wanted to part
my legs wider for him, but I could not.  His hands moved up to my buttocks.


   He started massaging my behind through my panties.  He pushed down my
spongy flesh hard and squeezed them.  I felt the pressure all the way down
to my clitoris.  Then he began to play with my ass checks.  He spread them
wider and closed them quickly.  He did not know it, his motions were
spreading my swollen pussy lips also.  However, after a short while, just
like other parts of my body, his hands moved on.

   He slid his oily hand at my both sides and just like yesterday touched
my slightly exposed side of breasts.  Only difference was yesterday he
barely grazed them and today he tried to squeeze them.

   In the endless contradiction within my mind, his last action triggered a
forceful response from my sexual side.  I wanted his hands on my breasts. I
wanted those hands to massage them.  So, I decided to play a game with him.
I turned over and placed one arm across my breasts.  I knew that barely
covered my ample flesh.

   "I want you to massage my chest." I purposely did not mention the word
breasts, "But you have to close your eyes."

   Looking at my half exposed breasts his eyes almost popped out.

   "Okay, ma." He barely able to say those words and like a good boy closed
his eyes.

   I poured a good amount of lotion on my exposed boobs and grabbed his
hands and placed them on my mountainous flesh.  My nipples were already
hard and they became harder at his touch.  This boy was a fast learner.  He
started rubbing my boobs in a circular way and at the same time putting
downward pressure.  It felt so good that I moaned softly for the first
time. I closed my eyes, so that he could take a peek at what he was doing
to my breasts.  We began to play 'peek at boobs'.  The moment I opened my
eyes he would close his.

   Was it still a massage?  I thought to myself.  The whole thing was so
erotic that my pussy was completely soaked and my whole body began to
shake. A wet spot was clearly visible at my crotch.  I desperately wanted
to touch me between my legs.  If I had read it correctly, his condition was
not any better.  His manhood had formed a very noticeable tent in front of
his pajama sporting a round wet spot.

   He was kneading my breasts sitting on my right side.  He decided to
change position and came over me.  He placed his knees on both side of my
waist.  His penis stood menacingly through the thin material of his pajama.
By the look of it, I thought it must be larger than only other penis that I
had ever seen, which was his father's.

   Straddling over me he began to knead my breasts again.  He was not
pretending not to look anymore, he was looking at them with glazed eyes.  I
had never seen this look of him ever before.  He seemed to have transferred
into a different person altogether.  Occasionally, he lowered himself and
his hard on touched my groin, just over my pussy area.

   Was it still a massage?  I thought to myself again as he lowered himself
on me and stayed there.  I felt the hardness and the heat from his rod. 
His penis touched my pussy through his pajama and my panties.  To my utter
surprise he began to push his body back and forth.  My god, he started dry
fucking me.

   Should I stop him or should I still pretend that it was part of massage?


   His penis touched my clitoris through our clothing.  I moaned out
loudly. We both started breathing harder and harder.  Suddenly he looked at
me with those glazed eyes.  His body became rigid.

   "I need to go." He told me in a harsh and dry voice.

   Before he could move, his entire body shook violently and a long wet
line appeared along the entire length of his white pajama.  He hurriedly
turned around and sprinted towards the door, leaving a trail of his seed on
the floor.  May be I should have stopped him and let him enjoy his orgasm.
But I could not as at that very moment my body exploded into my own orgasm.

   Whole day I kept asking me now what?  I let two sides of my brain debate
it over again.

   My moral side was telling me, "Please stop.  You have gone far enough.
It is your son, your blood and flesh we are talking about.  If you decided
to go further you might ruin your relationship forever.  Don't fuck him."

   My sexual side blew that logic away, "Oh, grow up.  You have already
fucked him.  Only thing you did not do was putting his cock into your
pussy. Now go all the way.  Did you not see the pleasure in his eyes?  Did
you not enjoy the touch of his penis on your pussy?  Screw the moral
values. Moral values do not satisfy your physical needs.  Just think how
his big penis will fill your pussy up.  Beside because he is your son, he
will be safest fuck you would ever have.  He loves you and he would never
tell anybody.  "

   Last argument was very strong as I felt my sexual side was getting
stronger and stronger.  My lust had won over.  I decided to fuck my own
son. To paraphrase my friend Surma, I'd get the cobweb out of my pussy. 
Once I made the momentous decision a calmness descended over me.  I began
to feel relaxed and under control.

   I was eagerly waiting for Anil to show up.  But where was he?  After he
unexpectedly came in our earlier massage session, he abruptly left my room
and I had not seen him since then.

   He stayed out of home all day and returned around 9 at night and tried
to sneak into his room.  I stopped him at his door step.  He was very
nervous and was avoiding eye contact with me.  Poor thing, he thought he
had done something wrong and I was mad at him.

   "Ma, I am not hungry, but I'm tired.  I'll go to bed now."

   "What 's wrong honey?  Are you sick?  Come here let me feel your
temperature."

   Very reluctantly he came closer.  I placed my hand on his forehead.

   "There is nothing wrong with you.  Listen I cooked your favorite fish.
Go take a shower and I'll have dinner ready in no time.  After you eat you
will feel much better."

   Half hour later we sat down for dinner.  I did most of the talking and
he did most of the eating, even though he was supposedly not hungry.  After
dinner he wanted to retreat to his room but I forced him to stay and watch
TV with me.

   "Your father is coming back tomorrow." I told him.

   "Yes, his flight will arrive at 6 in the evening."

   Then there was a long silence.  Finally I decided to make my moves.

   "I enjoyed your massage very much.  Did you enjoy it too?" I asked him.

   "So, you are not mad at me for what happened?"

   "No, why should I be?"

   His face brightened up.

   "To show that I am not mad, I want you to do a special massage that we
have not done yet." I tried to hide my lewd proposal of fucking my own son
under the disguise of massage, "This massage happens only between a man and
woman.  You have to promise me that you would keep this secret as long as
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122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed His eyes got wider.  He
could not say anything as if he had choked in excitement.

   "It is also okay if you do not want to massage me that way.  I will not
force you to do anything against your will."

   "No, no!  I will massage you any way you want." He excitedly nodded his
head up and down.

   "Come to my room in 15 minute." I smiled at him and went to my room.

   Oh, yes, I locked my moral values in a deep dungeon within my brain and
threw the key away already.

   I undressed and sat on the edge of my bed waiting eagerly for Anil to
arrive.  He came wearing only his pajama short.  He already got a hard on.
He looked at my naked body and smiled nervously.  I motioned him to come
closer.  When he came within my reach, I pulled his short down.  His penis
sprung free few inches from my face.  God, it was big, at least one inch
longer than his father's.

   I touched his beautiful penis and took it in my palm.  It was hot and
rock solid.  An lustful electric shock began vibrating through my body.  My
pussy started getting wet.

   "You have not massaged me in one place yet.  Do you know what I am
talking about?" I asked him.

   His nervous face was precious.  He managed to mumble something.

   "You have not massage me here." I pointed a finger towards my pussy,
"And you need this special beautiful tool of yours to fu...  I mean to
massage me there." I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft.  It was
pulsating in anticipation.  My palm already got moist with his pre-cum
juice.  I laid myself down and spread my legs and pulled him over me.

   We didn't need any foreplay.  The forbidden taboo act about to happen
was stimulating enough.  My starving pussy was juiced up already and more
than ready to embrace his huge penis.  I guided his shaft over my vaginal
opening.

   "Now lower yourself, little bit more and push...yes...just like
that...easy does it....oh....yes baby....you are doing fine." I encouraged
him all the way as his massive penis penetrated me.  It filled me up
completely.  It expanded my pussy in every direction and touched the
deepest part inside.

   His whole body now resting atop me.  My breasts were smashed into his
chest.  I could feel his breathing near my ears.  His balls were touching
the part between my pussy and anus.  But buried ball deep into my pussy, he
just remained there motionless.  At first I thought he was resting, but
over a minute passed and he did not move a muscle.

   "Now baby, you have to start massaging my pussy." I whispered very
softly into his ears.

   "Ugh....." He looked into my eyes with a dreamy look.

   "Like this." I pushed my groin up.

   "OK, ma."

   Like I said before, he was a quick learner.  First few moves were clumsy
and half hearted but with my help pretty soon he found the rhythm of
fucking.  He began to slide his penis in and out of my pussy effortlessly.
Every time, he sank his tool deep into me I raised my hips from the bed and
pushed him upward.  Each time he plunged into me, my love juice spluttered
out of my pussy and soaked our pubic hairs.

   As he began sucking my nipples, I decided to talk dirty.  I read in one
of the magazines, talking during fucking could be very stimulating.

   "You like fucking mummy?"

   "Yeah."

   "Say it baby.  What you like?"

   "I like fucking mummy."

   "Good boy and mummy likes fucking you.  Is mummy's pussy tight and
slippery?"

   "Ah ha."

   'No, say it."

   "Mummy's pussy is very tight and very slippery."

   "Now then fuck my pussy faster and harder."

   He picked up the pace and to my delight started pounding my pussy as
hard as he could.  I tightened my pussy muscles and began flexing them
around his sliding tool.  I had never been fucked like this nor
participated in a fuck like this in my entire life.  But like all good
thing, I began to see the ending of our first fuck in sight.

   He took his mouth off my nipples.  He was breathing heavily and his
entire body stiffen.

   "Ma, I am going to......"

   "That's okay honey.  I can not have babies anymore.  Shoot your seeds
inside mummy's pussy.  Fill me up with your cums."

   I felt his first eruption deep inside me.  He kept spewing his hot and
sticky seeds into me.

   "Yes baby....mummy is cumming too.  Please don't stop.  Fuck me faster
and harder...  ohhhhhhh..  ohhhhh.....it feels soooooo goooood.....you are
such a gooooood fucker...mummy loves you very much."

   "I love you too ma."

   I did not know if I passed out or fell sleep immediately after the most
wonderful and forbidden fuck of my life.  When I woke up in the middle of
the night and first thing I realized that my life had changed forever.  I
fucked my own son who was sleeping in a spoon position right next to me.  I
felt his semi hard penis at my ass crack.  I pushed my ass back into him to
capture more of his penis into my ass crack.  It immediately began to grow
and touched my ass hole.  It sent an amazing sensation through my body.  I
never experienced sex through the back door.  Instantly, I decided to go
all the way and loose virginity of my ass to my son.  I began to grind my
ass on his now rock hard manhood.

   He woke up to and started fondling my breasts.  My nipples responded by
getting hard under his palm.

   "Want to do it again?" He whispered.

   "If you want to fuck my ass, than you have to lubricate it." Though he
never mentioned ass fucking, I expressed my desire or may be lust to him,
"Go get the Vaseline from bathroom."

   I took his throbbing rod in my hand.  I loved the way it pulsated on my
hand.  I made it sleek and slippery in no time with Vaseline.  Then I
raised my ass up in front his face and asked him to lubricate my tiny tight
hole.  His fingers felt so good inside my ass and my pussy began to get
moist real quick.  Both of my holes were ready for his penis.  This time I
wanted it in my virgin anus.

   He came behind me.  He slapped my ass checks with his hard on few times
before placing his cock head at my ass entrance.  My whole body tensed up
at the anticipation.

   I screamed out loudly in pain as he pushed almost half of his shaft
inside my anus with one push.  It seemed like he tore apart my ass.

   "I am sorry ma.  Did I hurt you?  Should I stop?" He showed his concern.


   "Just go slow, honey.  I am still virgin down there."

   "Sorry ma."

   He took snail's pace to push remaining few inches of his penis inside my
ass.  Which was just fine with me.  When he was all the way in, I felt my
ass muscles expanded and relaxed.  Just like morning fog, my pain
disappeared suddenly.  I started feeling frisky again.

   "Now baby, fuck mummy's ass harder." I urged him on and like a good boy
that he was he started pumping my ass back and forth.  His balls were
slapping at my pussy.  As he was banging me I kept pushing my ass back into
his groin.  He leaned forward and got hold of my boobs.  He started
tweaking my already hard nipples.

   "Ma, you have very nice boobs." He finally started talking.  Until now
he was either grunting or saying 'yes' or 'ugh'.

   "How about my ass?" I teased him.

   "Your ass is very nice too.  Firm and tight, so is your pussy."

   "You have a very nice body too, specially I've fallen love with your
penis." We complemented each other, "You know what I want you to do now?  I
want you put your fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me."

   He quickly removed one of his hands from my boobs and placed it over my
soaking pussy.  I moaned loudly when he inserted two of his fingers into my
hole.  What more a horny woman could ask for, I wondered.

   My ears were being nibbled by his warm lips.  His penis was buried balls
deep into my anus.  His hand was fondling my breasts and now he was finger
fucking my pussy.  It felt like my whole being was involved into this
wonderful fucking that he was giving me.

   I felt he was stiffening up as his breathing became erratic.  He was
showing clear sign of his impending fire work.  I wanted to climax at the
same time with him.  I started grinding my pussy muscles hard on his
fingers and at the same time pushed my ass up to his groin as far as I
could.

   He shot his load first, deep into my ass hole.  I climaxed a moment
later.  He kept fucking my ass through his ejaculation.  His semen began to
ooze out of my hole down my legs.  His penis was making sloshing sound as
it was moving in and out of my cum filled ass.  Finally we both collapsed
into each other arms.

   After a while I went to bathroom and came back with wet towel soaked in
soap water.  I thoroughly cleaned his penis.  I wanted to keep it clean,
because deep down in my mind I was sure I was going to suck this wonderful
meat one of these days.

   Whole next day we fucked each other like two sex crazed rabbits.  I was
impressed by his stamina and how quickly he learnt everything.  We fucked
until about hour before we set out for airport to pick my husband up.

   "How is your back honey?  Did Anil give you good massage?" First thing
he asked when we got in the car.

   "Oh, yes.  He is a quick learner.  He started out unsure, but now he has
become an expert.  Few more massages like this I would be hundred percent
cured in no time." I told him with a broad smile.

   "Good, it is settled then.  He is our family masseur from now on." My
husband announced.

   "Well, you have to increase his allowance if you want him to work that
hard." I winked at my son behind his father's eyes.  He was thoroughly
enjoying the insinuation of my double talk with his father.

   "Yes, of course.  We will talk about it when we get home."
   Somehow I knew my son would not mind doing his new job.