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   Then I felt her hands on my shoulders.  Her touch, just thattiny bit of
touch was like calm poured onto my emotional storm, and it bleweverything
out of my mind but the velvety feeling of her fingers on my skin.She just
stood there for several seconds, and then she slid her fingers downonto my
upper arms and then back up to my shoulders.  The tiny hairs on my
neckstood up and goose pimples formed on my arms.  Her touch was so smooth,
it waslike nothing I had felt before.  I was afraid to do anything to break
the spellof the moment, so I continued to just sit there.  My mother
repeated themovement of her hands over my arms and shoulders again, and
then her hands sliddown onto the front of my shoulders and pulled me
against the back of thecouch.  My head lolled backward, and I felt it rest
on the softness of herrounded belly.  She rubbed her hands softly up and
down from my neck to my upperarms, and electricity crackled underneath her
palms and fingers.  Energy wascoursing wildly through my body, and my heart
was racing, but I remainedoutwardly calm, concentrating only on how good it
felt to have my Amma touchingme again.

   "I'm sorry," she murmured finally.  "I'm sorryI was so cold to you,
Kanna."

   I tried to lean forward to look up at her, but she held mepressed
against the couch, against her soft stomach.  "Amma," Ireplied quietly,
"it's me who should be sorry.  And I am.  I am so sorry.  Ihave never felt
so empty before."

   "Oh, my darling, Prakash" she said in a concernedvoice, it catching in
her throat.  "I don't want you to feel like that.  I'mso sorry." She bent
down over me, and as she did I felt the meatyheaviness of her breasts
touching and then dragging over the top of my headbefore they plopped down
behind me as she continued to bend over, finallyleaning to my right side to
plant a kiss on my temple, inadvertently draggingher left breast over my
neck as she did.  She pulled back for a second,unbending a little, and then
her left arm went around my neck and over my chestwhile her right arm
wrapped around my head and pulled it toward her, hugging myhead to her so
that the entire right side of my face was pressed tightly to herleft
breast, only the thin layer of white cotton of her nightgown between us,my
nose pointed directly into the depths between her boobs.

   "I love you, Amma," I said, my voice muffled as Italked against her
cleavage.  "I'm so sorry I couldn't say anything.  I wasso worried about
what happened.  I don't even know how to feel."

   "It's okay," my Amma said.  She hugged my head toher, rocking it gently
back and forth, and then she kissed the top of my head."I don't know how to
feel either." She unwrapped her arms from me andlifted my chin with her
fingers, looking into my eyes with her deep brown ones."But I do know that
I lov you, and just in a miss my baby boy." Shelet her hand drop.  "I do
miss you, you know." She stood there, and Ipushed myself up from the couch,
stood, and turned to face her.  The couch wasbetween us, hiding her from
the hips down, but I could see that her saree palluhad fallen, and her
blouse clad breasts were exposed to my eager eyes.  Herbelly, her navel,
again making me excited and hopelessly attracted to her.

   I don't know if it was my imagination but I saw her nipplesoutlined on
her blouse.  Her nipples were stiff, and though I could not see, Icould
imagine their dark plumpness and also large brown circles of heraureoles.
She didn't move, but her breathing deepened as I inspected her, andwhen my
eyes lifted to her face, she was smiling shyly, even though fear aswell was
written across her countenance.

   I smiled at her, trying to erase my own fear and confusionwhile
reassuring her, then I lifted my left arm and extended my hand to her.She
lifted her right hand to mine, and then I gently pulled her toward the
endof the couch, walking toward it myself, until she came around the end of
thecouch and we found ourselves facing each other.  We stayed there, a
couple feetapart, still holding hands, and her eyes dropped from my face,
and slowlytravelled down my chiseled chest to my own taut belly, and then
down to myboxers, and just seeing her look there made my already hardening
cock throb,and I could tell she saw it too, because she made a small intake
of air, andthen she lifted her gaze back up to my face.  I smiled again,
and then I let myeyes drop myself, again seeing her deep cleavage, her
jutting mammaries and then down to her sexy belly and below whereher hips
flared generously.  I lifted my eyes again, running them hungrily overher
body, and then back up to her face and I saw she was smiling too.

   I stepped forward and pulled on her hand, making her stepforward too,
and then we were face to face, our bodies just inches from eachother; the
heat between us smoldering so intensely I felt as if I would catchon fire.
I looked into her eyes.  "I don't know exactly what to say, Amma,"I began,
"but I know that I can't let you leave here with us hating eachother.  I
couldn't bear it." I almost sobbed as I spoke the words, holdingback the
vast wave of emotion that swept over me.

   "I agree," my Amma replied in a husky voice, andthe relief rushed
through me like a flood.  She paused for a second, consideringher words. 
"I don't know that I agree with what we did..." Shepaused.  "But I do know
that I wasn't lying when I said it was great tohave you back in my arms
again.  I've missed you so much." Her fingerstightened on mine.

   "Oh, Amma," was all I could choke out before Iclosed the remaining
distance between us and swept her up in a crushing hug.  Ilet go of her
hand and wrapped both my arms around her back.  Her arms came upas I did,
encircling my waist, and we mashed ourselves against each other, allthe
sadness of the day washing away in the great feelings of love and
contentmentthat washed through me as I held my Amma in my arms.  It wasn't
a sexual thingright now, it was just sweet mother love, my Amma's devotion
to me evident inthe strength and tightness with which she clung to me, her
naked soft bellypressed unselfconsciously against my lower stomach, her bra
clad boobs mashedagainst my stomach, her head nestled against my chest, her
forehead touching mychin.  I pulled her against me more tightly, my arms
wrapping her inside them,holding her against me as if I couldn't bear to
let her go.  We stayed like thatfor several minutes, not saying a word,
just revelling in the sheer joy of ourbodies touching, our hearts in
agreement, just a mother and son demonstratingthe love they share show
through an extended, loving hug.

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   As we stood there, pressed against each other, I became moreand more
aware of my mother's lush body, of her large breasts mashed against
mychest, of the pressure of her warm stomach against me, of the feel of her
plumpwaist under my fingers, and of the expanse of meaty ass just below
where myhands rested.  I pulled my head back a little, and then my Amma did
the same,and she looked up at me.  Our eyes met, and I felt a surge of
passion and lustthat made my knees weak.  My mother was breathing very
heavily, and her fingerswere digging tightly into my back.  I leaned my
head down, slowly getting nearerto my Amma's face, our eyes never leaving
each other, and as our faces drewcloser, it was as if we were communicating
without words.  First a question, andthen the answer, yes, yes, and yes. 
My lips parted slightly as they neared mymother's lips, and then I could
feel her hot breath on my face.  We stared intoeach other's eyes, and my
mother's hands tightened convulsively.  I held my positionas long as I
could stand it, feeling the desire to kiss my mother grow strongerand
stronger until I could no longer withstand its force.  With a groan,
Ilowered my lips onto my mother's mouth, and she moaned into my mouth as
ourlips met, searing me with the heat of her desire.

   We kissed hungrily, deeply, our mouths opening wide,pressing against
each other, our tongues sliding out and then meeting, swirlingaround each
other, wrestling, sucking and slipping over each other.  We breathedheavily
through our noses, not wanting to let our mouths come apart for even
amoment, and then, as it had last night, the conscious knowledge that it
was myvery own mother I was kissing swept over me, and it made the passion
of ourlovers' kiss intensify until it felt as if the only thing in the
universe thatcould satisfy me was my own mother's mouth on mine, her tongue
pressing andplaying with mine.

   My hands slid down from my mother's waist as we continued tosuck
hungrily at each other's mouths.  Her hands were roaming all over my
back,sliding back and forth over my skin, from my waist to my shoulders.  I
felt myhands slide down onto the wide, soft cheeks of her ass, and I spread
my fingersas wide as I could and then tightened them into my mother's
flesh, lifting herslightly as I pulled at her buttocks.  My mother gasped
into my mouth then, andas I continued to pull hungrily at her ass, she
began to kiss me even moreurgently, our faces cocked to the sides so that
our wide-open mouths couldpress completely against each other, the breath
whistling in and out of ournostrils a counterpoint to the wordless moans
that we both had begun to emit.

   My mother's ripe body felt like heaven to me.  This heavenlybody was
what I had hungered for without knowing it, this motherly curves
whichignited my desire into a screaming incandescent lust.  I kissed her
back,driving my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around her tongue,
invading hermouth and then withdrawing, forcing her to suck my tongue back
into hers.  Myhands pulled at her ass, spreading her open, her stance
widening slightly, andthen my mother pulled her head back from mine, our
mouths slowly separating,saliva strings hanging between our lips.

   "oh, god," my mother groaned.  "I can'tbelieve how good you feel."

   "Me too, Amma," I panted.  I let go of her buttocksand my Amma sank down
back from her tiptoes.  My hands went to her waist, and Ijust looked at
her. Her lips were red with passion and still parted moistly.  Istepped
back and her hands went to my waist and then as I stepped back again,
Icaught her hands in mine.  She smiled.  I continued walking backward,
pulling mymother with me until I had her standing with the back of her
calves against thesofa.  I then let go of her hands and then, my hands on
her shoulders, pushedher gently down into a sitting position on the couch.

   My mother looked up at me.  She was sitting on the edge ofthe couch, her
hands on the edge of the seat cushions.  Her black hair hungdown, framing
her face.

   "Oh, Amma," I said tenderly.  I knelt in front ofher, pushing her legs
apart, and then I put my hands on her thighs.  She gasped.I scooted forward
on my knees, and as I did, I slid my hands along her thighsuntil I felt the
soft roundness of her stomach.  I slid my hands around the sideof her
belly, pressing myself forward against her, then slid my hands furtherand
down to her hips where they pressed against the sofa.  My stiff cock
waspressing at my boxers, and as I scooted as far as I could go, I felt
mythrobbing penis press against my mother's lower belly.  I slid my
fingersunderneath her heavy hips, spreading them wide to catch as much of
her body inthem as I could, then I leaned forward and pressed my lips
against hers.

   "Ungh," she moaned as I pulled at her butt,grinding myself against her.
Our lips pressed tightly against each other, butour kiss was almost chaste
this time, just our lips pressing softly together.My mother's arms came up
to encircle my neck, and I slid my right hand out fromunderneath her and
lifted it to her soft huge tit, cupping the outside of theheavy curve over
her blouse in my palm, and as we continued to press out lipstogether, I
lifted her breast in my hand, supporting the heavy titflesh in myhand.

   "Oh, god," I groaned.  The feel of my mother'sbreast in my hand was
magical.  It was plump and swollen and soft, and I slid myhand over the
front of it, my fingers moving easily over the thin material ofher blouse.
I kept her tit pressed up against her chest as my hand moved overthe front
until I felt her stiff nipple underneath my fingers despite the twolayers
of cloth.  I pushed the nipple up, too, bending the stiff nub of
fleshupward into the meat of her breast.

   "Ungh," my mother cried out, her lips pulling backfrom our tender kiss.
"Oh fuck, baby, do you know what you are doing toyour mother?" She hissed
as I let her nipple spring back forward, thengroaned deeply as I used my
thumb and fingers to pinch gently at her nipplethrough the two layers of
cotton .  When her nipple popped free of my grasp, my Ammacried out.  "Oh,
fuck, baby, oh fuck!  What are you doing to me?"

   "Nothing that you aren't doing to me, Amma," Ianswered.  I reached my
hand up and began to fondle her chest and cleavage andthen again her stiff
nipple, pinching it and rolling it between my thumb andfingers, and my Amma
pushed me back from her a little as I continued to rub andpush at her
swollen tit, and she started to run her hands over my shoulders andchest,
the satiny touch of her fingers inflaming me just as much as the feel ofher
squishy motherly breast in my hand.  I reached my right hand up, my
lefthand still pulling rhythmically at her right hip, and as I ran my
fingerslightly down her neck to her left shoulder, my Amma leaned forward
and put herhead against my left shoulder.

   "Oh, Kanna" she murmured against me, her handssliding down to move over
my chest and waist, coming closer and closer to thewaistband of my boxers,
but never quite touching it.

   I moved my hands down to her belly and caressed her softflesh.

   "Oh, God, baby," my Amma moaned into my shoulder."Prakasshhhh" Her hands
slid around me and I could feel herfingernails scraping gently up my back
until my Amma clung to me, her armsunderneath my armpits, her hands curling
up to clutch at my shoulders.

   My hands went up and I tried in vain to undo her bra.  "Yes,Kanna, wait,
let me" she murmered huskily..  My Amma sat up and looked into myeyes.  Her
hands withdrew from me, and she lifted her fingers to the brassierehook. 
With a sexy smile she unbuttoned it and let it fall revealing a white
brainside.  She smiled at me, and I grabbed her fingers in my left hand and
thenlifted them to my mouth, and as I kissed her fingertips, I straightened
up andthen reached up and slid my hand down inside my mother's blouse,
diving betweenthe outside of her left breast and her arm.  Her hands went
to her back and as Ilifted her blouse she undid her bra.  My Amma groaned
as my fingers slid downover the smooth outside of her tit, moving the bra
cups aside.  And then Icupped my fingers underneath the heavy sac, and
began to lift it.  My mother wasgroaning and moaning at the touch of my
fingers on her breast, and her eyeswere closed, all her senses trying to
focus on the feel of her son's hands onher body, touching parts that they
normally shouldn't.  Her hands had sunk torest on the couch beside her.



   "I love you Amma," I said urgently, and I bentforward and planted a soft
kiss on the top of her left breast which bulged outfrom her undone blouse
and bra.

   "Oh yes, my boy," she replied passionately,"I love you too, and I want
you to see me....  "

   I peeled off her blouse and she sensuously removed bra.

   There they were, magnificent and sexy, proud and round, heaving as she
breathed, herpebbly brown aureole and her nipples, puffy and stiff.  I bent
down, unable totear my eyes from the round heaviness of my mother's breast,
from the largebrown aureole almost three inches across.  I kissed her fat
tit then, on the topand my mother hissed.  I kissed it again, my lips open
this time, and I placedmy tongue against the smooth flesh of her boob.  My
Amma moaned, and she liftedher left hand and placed it against the back of
my head.

   "Yes," she urged.

   I licked at the skin of her breast, tasting the tang of herflesh, and
then I began to move my mouth down the front of her massive tit.

   "Ungh, yes," my Amma cried as my mouth drew closerto her nipple.  "Oh,
yes, baby, like that!" Her fingers tightened onthe back of my head.  iMy
lips slid down over the granular surface of heraureole, and I licked
hungrily at it, causing my mother to groan.  I pressed mytongue against my
Amma's boob, my mouth open, my lips resting against hertitflesh, and I
slowly swirled my tongue down to touch her stiff nipple.  As Ireached it, I
slid my mouth down over her breast until it was centered on mymother's
nipple, and then as she gasped and writhed, began to slurp and suckleat the
stiff knob of flesh.  I placed both my hands on my Amma's breast, one
oneach side, and as I suckled at her tit, I cupped the squishy flesh gently
inboth hands, holding it in place in front of me, keeping her boob in place
as Ilicked and slurped hungrily.  I opened my mouth and tried to draw in as
much ofmy mother's breast as I could, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth
until hernipple touched the back of my tongue, and still I sucked at her,
almost mewlingwith the satisfaction that sucking my mother's breast was
giving me.  My Ammawas crying out now, writhing from side to side as I
licked and sucked at her.

   "Oh, baby," my Amma said, over and over, as if shewas stuck on repeat.
"Oh baby, oh baby..."

   I moaned against her warm titflesh and my mother shudderedin response.
Her hands were on my waist now, and I could feel her pulling andtugging at
the hem of my boxers, sliding her fingers underneath, pulling themaway from
my waist, and then sliding back and forth inside them, her coolfingers
reaching lower and lower, sliding over my hips and ass.  My cock waspulsing
in time with my heartbeat, even more rigid than the night before ifthat
were possible.

   "Amma," I groaned into her great teat.  "Oh, Amma,I can't believe how
good your hands feel, Amma."

   "I know," she replied.  "Your touch feels likefire; I just want to you
so much!" Her hands were pushing down now,sliding the waistband of my
boxers down over my ass.

   I pulled my head back and let her nipple slip from my mouth,watching her
tit bounce as it settledback against her.  I looked up at my Amma and saw
only love and passion in hereyes.  I reached up and cupped her face in my
hands and then drew her lips tomine and gave her a fierce kiss.  She kissed
me back hungrily, and our tonguestouched.  As before, as we continued
kissing, our mouths opened wider and wider,and we slurped and sucked at
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   As we kissed, my mother pushed my boxers all the way downover my butt,
and then her hands came around the front and I could feel hergentle
motherly touch as she freed my rigid cock from them.  The boxers slippedto
the floor, and as we grunted and moaned into each other's mouths,
mymother's right hand encircled my cock.  Her left hand came up and she
placed iton my right cheek, and she caressed me with her soft mother's
touch even as herother hand began to pump slowly at my engorged rod.

   "Oh, Amma," I grunted.  "I've never feltanything like this before.  I
can't even...  I don't know...  Oh, that feelsgood!" My mother's right hand
was pulling at my cock, sliding up and downthe shaft with a teasing touch
that shivered through me, leaving me wantingnothing more than to crush her
to me and drill into her with my tool.

   My mother dropped her hand to my right shoulder then, andshe pushed me
away from her, ending our sloppy kiss.  As I stared at her, shecontinued to
slowly pump my cock in and out of her right hand, the sensationunlike any I
had felt before, my mother's touch inflaming me beyond all reasonand
thought.  I reached up with my right hand, using my left on the edge of
thecouch to keep me upright, and I began to play with her nipple, pulling
gentlyat it, mirroring what she was doing to me.  My mother's tongue lolled
out of hermouth as I did.

   "I've thought about it a lot," my mother said asshe pulled repeatedly on
my penis.  "I know what I want.  Do you know whatyou want?"

   "Yes," I said quickly.

   "Are you sure?" she asked teasingly.

   "Oh yes, Amma," I replied.

   "The come with me" she let go of my cock and got up, andgathering her
saree and putting it carelessly over her should she took my handsand led me
to her bedroom, naked.  She pushed me to the bed.

   "Sit" she said, her voice shaking but with increased levelof control.

   My Amma the pulled of the saree from her waist and removedit.  Then her
hands pulled at the string of her petti coat and stepped out cladin just a
plain while cotton panty.



   My eyes took in fair flesh, her calves, then her thighs, andthen the
wide hips cradling her treasure, with a hint of the mat of dark hairwhich
lay at the juncture of her legs.  As I watched disbelievingly, my mother
turnedaround and pulled off her panties.  She back was towards me, her huge
buttockstaunting me, Oh God!  she was so sexy.

   She slowly turned around and I looked up to her smolderingeyes.  I knew
it was wrong somewhere inside me, but the sight of my mother's lovelyboobs
capped by her thick nipples, her sexy stomach underneath it, and her
lushthighs and legs spreading wider in front of me, opening her pussy to
me, was soexciting that I couldn't even think straight.  All I knew was
that I desired thewoman in front of me with a hunger that felt like it
could never be satisfied.My cock was as stiff as a rock, and with every
fiber of my being I wantednothing more than to be inside her, to be inside
my mother's sex and to feelher surrounding me with her love and passion.

   "Is this what you want?" my mother asked.  Her legswere open and I could
see the dark hairsurrounding her sex glistening.  She was smiling, but she
also looked sovulnerable, and I realized how much this was costing her, her
openness to thepossibility of my rejection.

   "Oh, Amma, yes," I breathed, my cock bobbing infront of me.  "I have
never wanted anything so much in my life." Itwas true.  All the dreams I
had chased after - the degrees, the cars, thecareer, the toys - none of
them mattered at this moment.  The only thing that Iknew was real was my
overwhelming desire for this woman - no, for my mother -the passion that I
felt at my mother's touch and caress, the lust that filledme for this
vital, real woman who loved me as I loved her.  I got and reachedout and
touched her face softly.  "I want you, Amma."

   "Then," she replied, "please take me"She opened her arms wide.  "Is this
what you want?" she asked again."Come to your mother," she urged softly. 
"Come to your mother,please.  But only if you are sure this is what you
want." Her face mirroredboth her lust and her uncertainty, and I could hold
back no longer.

   "Oh, Amma, I want you so much, I can't stand it!"I cried.  I shuffled
forward, leading the way with my my stiff prick, lookingdown at her sex as
I did.

   We embraced, flesh to flesh my mind getting overloaded bythe sheer
pleasure of holding her naked against me.

   Our lips met again in a slow kiss.

   "Oh god," my Amma moaned as I moved down to kissher neck.  My hands
reached forward and they grazed over her squishy titflesh,then went to her
sides, my fingers barely touching her back.  She pushed me downon the bed
and fell on me and we got lost in kissing and loving each other.  Mylips
found her nipples and her breasts again and again.  Her lips while
notkissing me was either moaning with pleasure and sweet nothings.

   I lost track of time until she took my hands while I waskissing her lips
and pushed it down her body and against her sex.  She was hotand dripping!.
I stopped and looked at her balancing over her and kissing heragain.

   "Oh, baby," she whimpered.  "I want you, baby.I want you inside me." Her
arms went around my neck, and her hands restedon my shoulders.  Her legs
spreading under me.

   I paused there, the enormity of what was going to happentolling through
my mind.  The tip of my cock was leaking precum, and it restedagainst the
mat of pubic hair that surrounded my mother's slit.  I could feelher
wetness, and I could smell our arousal.  I looked at her, my lovely mother,
spreadopen in front of me in a lover's position, her entire soft, sexy body
exposedto my eyes.  Her veiny boobs hung proud slightly sagging to each
sides, thenipples were stiff and hard.  Her body was soft and welcoming,
and the thoughtthat I was about to shove my cock into my own mother was
both terribly excitingand yet somewhat embarrassing.  I paused there, my
hands on her sides, my cockpoised to plunge into her slick hole, and our
eyes met.  We looked at eachother, and then my Amma opened her mouth.  I
thought she was going to saysomething like, "Are you really really sure?"
but she surprised me.

   "Don't wait son, please, love me" she saidhuskily.  "Put that nice big
cock inside of your mother, baby, and makelove baby".  Her hands took my
cock and guided me.

   I groaned with delight as I followed her command.  I pushedforward and
my Amma cried out sharply as the mushroomy tip prodded at her slicklips,
moving into her slowly but irresistibly.  Even though she was wet
withexcitement, it was still a tight fit, and both of us hissed at the
slightstickingess as her lips turned inward, moving with the head of my
cock, untilit went a little deeper and they slipped back, opening her up a
little more forme.  I could feel her heat and tightness around my shaft,
and it was so right.No matter what my subconscious was screaming about this
being my own mother andthe shame and guilt of it all, in that moment it was
all sublimated into thefeeling of being inside someone who truly fit me.

   "Oh god, baby," my Amma husked as I continued topush my cock slowly
inside her.  Her vaginal walls gripped my shaft like abuttery glove, and I
bucked her legs up a little and continued to stuff myprick inside my
mother's pussy at a deliciously slow pace.  "Oh, dear god"she cried.  "How
can you feel this amazing?  This isn't supposed tohappen!"

   "I, I, .......  don't know," I answered, and my as I pusheddown and she
spread her thighs more, which drove my throbbing pole even deeperinside my
mother's moist vagina.  There was only an inch or two left to go,
andalready I could barely imagine anything more pleasurable than my
mother's sexsurrounding my cock.  I pushed again, and her hands tightened
on my shoulders."I I love you, I've never feltanything like this.  You feel
so good, Amma.  Your, your sex feels so good on my cock."

   "Oh honey," moaned my Amma.  "You feel as ifyou were made for me.  I
want you inside me forever, baby, fucking meforever." She pulled on my
shoulders and humped her fat bottom toward me,driving my cock even more
deeply inside her steaming hole.  "Oh son, thisis incredible!"

   I leaned into her, locking eyes with her, and as I tried totell her how
much I loved her without words, pulled back all then with one push,I was
buried all the way inside my mother's cunt.  Her pussy clasped me
tightly,hot and moist, and her breasts were squished up against my bare
chest.  Thesheer eroticism of the moment filled my mind - the son, naked,
hungry, with histhrobbing member buried deeply inside his own mother's
willing flesh, her bodyspread open for his pleasure, her motherly caring
turned into incestuous lust.

   "Oh, Amma," I moaned.

   "Yes," she replied, and then in that moment, Ipushed my mouth down on
top of hers and as my mother opened her mouth to myprobing tongue, her
pussy opened itself to my thrusting dick, and I began tosaw it in and out
of her dripping cunt.  Even as our tongues danced together andwe moaned
wordlessly into each other's mouths, our lower bodies began to
slamtogether, my mother humping her fat bottom up from the bed to strongly
meeteach one of my thrusts, our groins slamming together as her pussy
repeatedlyengulfed my prick, her lips sliding up and down against my stiff
rod with eachstroke, our pubic hair grinding together each time I sank my
length inside mymother's juicy hole.

   Her soft tits were bouncing against me as I pummeled my toolinto her
heaven, spearing my penis over and over into my mother's receptivebody, and
our kiss broke off as we began to really go at it.

   "Oh son," she cried loudly.  "Oh please.  Ohplease.  Don't stop baby,
don't stop." She was babbling as I slammed mycock into her again and again,
reveling in the feeling of burying myself in myown mother's cunt, thrilling
at the feel of her body slamming against me,tossing shame and guilt to the
wind and feeling nothing but the rightness of mymother's love, the
rightness of her ripe body, my fingers splayed wide againsther soft,
squishy back, her tummy slamming against mine every time our sexesmet.  She
was grunting now, instead of talking.  "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ungh,ungh,
oh, god, ungh."

   I couldn't speak.  My entire being was focused on thismoment, and it
took all of my concentration not to just let loose and cum.  Mymother's
body was writhing against me, and she was desperately humping her cuntup at
me, grinding her fat pussy against me, crying out, "Yes, baby, Yes,baby,
oh, come for me!  Come for Amma!" She began to shudder against me,her hands
clawing at my shoulders as she pressed herself to me, grinding hersex
against mine, her pussy muscles grasping and sucking at my throbbing
cock."Come inside me," she cried out, "Come inside Amma!" Thosewords, or
maybe just the thought of her own son blowing his load inside her,sent her
over the edge and she shrieked and shuddered and clung to me as herorgasm
took hold of her.  "Oh, baby!" she cried, and seeing my motherin such
pleasure sent me over the top myself, and I let myself go, my toescurling
and leg shaking as my cock blasted jet after jet of hot cum into mymother's
pussy, filling my mother up with my seed.  My body was strainingagainst my
mother's, our naked flash pressed sweatily together as we both shookwith
the force of our pleasure, and as my orgasm began to recede, I collapsedon
her, crushing her breasts to my chest, and I planted an open-mouth kiss
onher lips.  She kissed me back hard, her hands coming up to hold my face,
and asthe last few spurts of my cum seeped from my prick into my mother's
steaminghole, we kissed over and over again, murmuring words of love to
each other.

   "You're sleeping with me tonight, Amma," I finallysaid minutes later as
we still clung to each other, still thrilling to thedeliciously nasty feel
of my cock inside her and our naked bodies pressedtightly together.

   "Yes, baby," said Amma.  "That soundswonderful, but not just tonight I
hope.