Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I smiled and kissed her, she pushed her tongue into mymouth, it was raw, her passion, her sexuality. She was below me now, on the bed, and I kissed down her neck, licking her,then over her breasts which stood firm though drooping a bit to the sides dueto their size and gravity. She cupped her breast and let me lick her, our eyesconnecting in love. I teased her nipples and let my hands moved down, caressingher belly. She smiled and murmured "Don't stop love" My hands reached her panties and I looked at her. I stoppedand she smiled at me "I won't stop you Kanna" she said her voice thick withemotion. I got up sat near her and looked at her, Oh God she was sosexy. I caressed her from her feet, kissing her calves, her knees and herfleshy legs. She squirmed as I gave athrough tongue lashing to her milky thighs. "Prakassssssshhh" she screamed as I touched her over herpanties, slowly caressing her inner thighs and then boldly up her camel toe.She was so wet, her panties were drenched. I looked into her eyes. "It is ok, I want you to see me" she said holding my handsto her sex. Slowly I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged downwards, gently at first,then harder. She shivered against me, her hands at her sides and palms flatagainst the bed while I worked her panties down. She lifted her hips to assistme. They peeled slowly away from her already wet pussy as I pulled thewaistband further down. My mouth was dry with excitement, my breathing raggedas I looked down, between her legs, as I pulled of the panties and made herfully nude. Her pussy was framed nicely by a prominent little mound andher pussy lips pouted wetly between wispy tufts of her pubes. Her black pubichair was trimmed and I could see how puffy her lips were, swollen with arousaland glistening moistly, flushed a deep pink along their inner edges. Herclitoris was also easy to see. It was large and erect with her arousal, peekingout under its hood. My eyes travelled up and down the length of her body. Mycock throbbed, jutting out and pointing straight at her while my eyes roamedover her curves. I looked at the movement of her heavy, full breasts as theyrose and fell; up and down the length of her fleshy legs and sexy thighs; toher wonderful feet with red painted finger nails. My gaze lingered longestbetween her legs though, taking in the unbelievable sight of my mother's wetpussy. "Mmmmm Ammaaaa!" I panted, tearing my eyes fromher sex to her face. "You're so so sexy, so gorgeous!" I wasbreathing hard as the words tumbled out, any sense of eloquence overwhelmed bymy rising lust. My gaze dropped between her legs once more and I was unableto look away as her pussy glistened invitingly in front of me. "Yes darling, tell me, ..... say something" shebreathed. "Are you afraid to love me, are you in doubt..... ?" "No Amma" I moaned as I moved up and kissed her lips slowly.We embraced once again, tongues snaking together as we kissed, her fingersfinding and rubbing up and down the length of my engorged cock. She eased meonto my back. I was on my back, cock sticking up in the air, my headresting on the pillow. She was above me, on her elbows kissing me slowly. My left hand slid down a little more, andeven as I asked myself how far I was prepared to go, my hand with a mind of itsown slid down her groin until I could feel the crinkly hairs of her sex. Ipressed my fingers against her, pushing gently but firmly until I could feel myfingertip touch the beginning of her cleft and as it touched her there, shecried out "Aaaahhh" and smiled at me biting her lips and nodded anencouragement. I was lost in the sheer pleasure of touching my mother's softbody, her sex, and I couldn't even say anything, so I continued touching hersex, slowly playing with her outer lips, then tentatively pushing a finger inand seeing her gasp with pleasure above me. She looked at me and smiled again. "Can I" she whispered twowords. I nodded. It was magic. It was as if we did not want to spoil the moment by speech . My mother moved back and she was now kissing my nipples andrising up her groin over my penis. She moved her thighs and as she spread herlegs I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against the smooth skin of herbelly. Then I felt my mother's fingers brush the tip as she slid her handunderneath us and then held my penis. "Let me my darling...." Just the four words. Her fingers caressed my cock, and I involuntarily lifted mygroin pushing it against her belly. Reply With Quote #183 Old 21st February 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 Final part coming soon Reply With Quote #184 Old 21st February 2012 incestluver's Avatar incestluver incestluver is offline Custom title Join Date: 3rd June 2011 Location: EARTH Posts: 1,960 Rep Power: 8 Points: 879 incestluver has received several accoladesincestluver has received several accoladesincestluver has received several accoladesincestluver has received several accolades very nice ............. update more................. ______________________________ ना उम्र की सीमा हो ना जन्म का हो बंधन जब प्यार करे कोई तो देखे केवल तन... Reply With Quote #185 Old 21st February 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 They become one " Let me" She said again, and as we moved, she grabbed the tip of mypole and I felt her aiming it, and then I could feel the very tip of my dickpressing against a soft, slick depression. "Kanna, come to Amma da" her voice was shaking. My hands tightened on her midriff, and she groaned deeplybut quietly. I paused for a second, but no longer. I couldn't wait. The tip ofmy cock was pressed against my mother's slit, my fingers were sunk deep intoher motherly flesh, and every fiber of my body was trembling with anticipation.Could really do this? Could I actually do this with my mother? No answer was necessary, because without waiting any more,she moved down and I pushed my hips forward and my Amma gave out a long lowmoan as the tip of my swollen penis pushed against her pussy lips, and theninside the secret motherly warmth of her cunt. It was like heaven, even thatsmall amount, and the buttery heat of her juicy slit was the best feeling I hadever felt. I grunted with the sheer pleasure of the feeling of my Amma's lips openingfor my stiff cock, sliding over the head, parting before it, allowing it toenter where a son should never enter his mother. My Amma groaned again "AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhKannnnnaaaaaaaaaaa" And I pushed gently on her ass with my hands until she moveddown on me a little more, bending over a slight bit more, her legs separating,her ass tilting up until she was almost horizontal, and I pushed my hips again,driving another inch of my cock into my Amma's welcoming vagina. She let outanother groan, and then before I could stop her, she drove herself back at me,pushing until my cock slipped more and more deeply into her widening sex,pushing her lips open, driving the stiff cockmeat into her hot, slick hole.Nothing had ever felt as right as my cock slipping into my mother's sex; it wasas if she was made for me, designed to fit my cock exactly, her inner wallsgripping my shaft, tightening and loosening as I accommodated her hungrypressure. Her belly pressed up tightly against me, as my cock delved into hersliding further and further until it could go no deeper and I was lodged rightup against my mother, my cock as far as it could go, my hands on her hips, herfat ass touching me all over the front of my thighs with an indescribablesensation of love and lust and hunger and desire. "Oh, baby," my Amma moaned softly, "thatfeels so good, Kanna. Oh, darling, baby, you make your Amma, so happy." I slid my hands over her wide hips, resting them on herwaist as I pulled her even more tightly against me, pressing that fat ass intome as if we could become one person if I only pulled hard enough. "Oh, Amma,"was all I could say. "Yes, baby, I know. I know." She pushed forward alittle pulling her cunt slowly off of my cock and then pushing back again,sliding herself onto my prick. "Does that feel good, baby?" "Oh, yes," I replied quickly. "Do you like your Amma's vagina, baby?" "Oh yes, Amma," I said, and I pushed her forwardmyself, slowly peeling her steaming cunt from my pole, and then I pulled on herhips, sliding her back against me, sliding her juicy slit back around my cock. "Do you really like my pussy, baby?" my Amma said,still looking at me, but wiggling her ass very slightly in a slow figure eightmotion. It was so unreal to hear my Amma using such words. "Oh, god, Amma," I said urgently, "I've neverfelt anything like it!" "Neither have I darling, you are so big, so hard... ohGod, I've wanted you for so long," she said. "I've always wanted youto be back inside me, back inside my pussy." I pushed her forward again, and then pulled her back. It wasstill slow, but there were no pauses now. Very, very slowly, I was fucking myown mother, sliding my swollen cock into my own mother's pussy, doing somethingso taboo, so forbidden, that the very wrongness of it only added to my confuseddesire. "I've always wanted you, too, mother," I repliedas I continued to increase the pace of our pumping, pushing my mother forwardand pulling her back, feeling the soft flesh of her belly slap against mine aswe humped at each other. I didn't have to move much, because she was movingover me so strongly, her motherly body straining to reach mine, her fat cuntslurping hungrily at my meat, pulling it deeper and deeper inside her withevery thrust. Amma slowed down and moved down slowly kissing me"Oh,baby," she mewled as I began to pump her more ferociously, pulling thatmotherly ass back against me, reaching forward with my swollen cock to push asdeep as I could inside my mother's cunt. Time stood still, as my cot creaked, asI pumped hungrily, desperately at my mother's sex, shoving my cock deep insidethe only woman who ever really loved me. She was moaning with each thrust now, and so was I, and wewere no longer trying to be quiet. I held her face and caressed her lips, she smiled and suckedmy fingers wantonly. Her breasts were heaving and her sweat was making themshine so erotically. My hands moved down and I held them, and she looked at meand slowed down. She asked "Want to come on top......?" "Yes" I nodded. She quickly disengaged from me, and lied down, and pulled meover her. As I came down between her thighs, my cock shaking withlist, she kept looking at me with love and lust, biting her lower lips. Beingthe clumsy oaf that I am, I slipped, once, twice, and she laughed husklily. "Kanna, you need practice, here..." she teased and held mycock, and guided me home, groaning as I entered her again. I started moving, making love to her. Fucking my Amma. "Oh, god, baby," she cried as I shoved my cock inand out of her buttery pussy, her lips sliding up and down the shaft of mycock, the swollen head staying inside, but just barely each time. "I loveyou, my baby boy, I love you so much." "I love you, Amma," I hissed as I continued tohunch my cock up inside my mother, pushing my prick deep into my mother'ssecret place, "I love you, I love you, Amma." "Yes, baby, yes baby," my Amma was crying over andover, "Love your Amma, love your Amma." "I do," I replied as I pummelled her hole with mydick, the delicious feeling of her pussy sliding over my cock the most sensualthing I had ever felt. "Love your Amma, love your Amma," she continued torepeat, and as I slammed my cock over and over into her love channel, spearing into her, driving deep inside her.She raised her legs, spreading wider allowing me to go in deep into her. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start. "I'm gonna," I panted, "I'm gonna... gonna...gonna..." "Oh yes, baby," she hissed wickedly. She humpedback at me with increasing speed and strength, driving me to impale her with mybloated meat. "It is ok, it is okkkkkkk Prakasssssssshhhhhh....Come for me,babyyyyyy, come for your Amma, come for Amma, commmmmme for Amma..." Shekept repeating that part as we slammed our bodies together over and over, fasterand faster, and then I felt it coming. "I'm-" "Yessssss" My cock throbbed wildly as come erupted from the tip,boiling into my mother's pussy, jet after jet, spasm after spasm, and even as Ibegan to spurt my seed into my mother's womb, she began to shudder and shake,and her pussy clenched around my cock tightly and she cried out loudly andhumped her body up against my pushing my cock more deeply inside her than Ithought it could go, her body quivering as she pressed herself against me and Ipushed back into her, looking down at her, our eyes meeting in love andrealization....... I shook with the force of my own orgasm, feeling aftershocksechoing through me as the last of my sperm shot into my mother and she shiveredwith her own pleasure, keeping me clasped deep inside the velvety sheath of hercunt. I collapsed on her sweaty, tired and so much in love withher. She caressed my back murmuring something. As we regained our breath, Islowly raised my face from her mammaries and looked at her. She looked deeply into my eyes. I started to speak. "Shhh" she said. "Letme say it first baby" she smiled "We will speak more tomorrow, it was the best sex I haveever had, and I want to thank you my love for everything" she caressed my face "And I don't want you to think so much now, let us sleep,and we will speak tomorrow" she smiled. I slowly pulled off her, staring at her sex, that was a messwith our love juices. She followed my eyes and smiled and got up and went to thebath room. I just lied down, thinking of what happened, and don't knowwhen, why but drifted off to sleep. 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Reply With Quote #189 Old 25th February 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 The next day The next day morning..... Mechanically I brushed my teeth and got into the shower. Then it hit me. It was hard for me to believe, and every time I thoughtabout it, my mind spun. I had just done something that wasn't supposed to bedone. I had made love to my own Amma. I leaned forward and pressed my forearms against the cooltile of the shower wall. The hot water beat down on my shoulders and neck as Ihung my head down. As the water coursed down my back and legs, an imagesuddenly popped into my head - an image of the previous night, of my own motherlying back on top of me, me grabbing at her tits, of us- Oh my god! Making loveto her! I felt nervous, filled with discomfort; my heart waspumping. How could I face her again? My god, how embarrassing! And all that mother/sonstuff we were saying - where did that come from? Yet even through the shame andconfusion, I felt my cock grow heavy and solid, just thinking about how she hadfelt. This was crazy. I felt like I was going to explode. I closedmy eyes and forced the images from my head; there would be time to worry aboutthis later, plenty of time, I was sure. I finished washing up and stepped outof the shower. I dried quickly and shaved, then, wearing a pair of shorts anda t-shirt, I went out into the living room. No sign off her. I went to her bedroom.Amma was still sleeping there, her long dark hair spread out in a fan on thesheet, her thin cotton nightgown pushed out to the sides by her flattenedsagging boobs. I couldn't look away. Now that I knew my mother as a sexualcreature, it was hard to flip my mind back and just see her as "Amma".Just looking at her reminded me of the feel of my manhood in her pussy and ourmoans and cries as we made love. My cheeks reddened, and the guilt overcame meagain. No wonder she had asked me not to speak much... what could we speak about? I went about my morning ritual like a robot, mechanicallymaking coffee, dressing, eating some bread and fruit, and then I sat down tocheck my email. When I realized that after twenty minutes I still hadn'tfinished reading the first message because my mind kept drifting off intoworry, I got up. I looked into the bedroom to see that Amma was still sleeping,so I left a note on the counter saying I would be back soon and went for awalk. When I got back to the apartment an hour or so later, I hadpicked up a copy of the Hindu for Amma, because she did not like the Times ofIndia!. I unlocked the door and went in. My mother was sitting at the diningroom table, clad in her blue robe, drinking a cup of coffee. She turned herhead to look at me, but when our eyes met, both of us quickly looked away. "Um, good morning," I muttered. "Here's thepaper." I held it out to her. She took it from me. "Thank you, baby," she said,and then she bit her lip. Obviously she was reminded of last night as quicklyas I was when she said that, and I imagined her cheeks were burning like minewere. "Yes Amma" I replied after a long pause. I didn'tknow what else to say. I felt like an idiot. I felt like a pervert. And even asI stood there silently, in my mind I imagined leaping across the short spacebetween us, bridging the chasm and dragging her to me, forcing my mouth ontohers, roughly kneading her breast with my hand, and this was almost worse thanthe shame of knowing what we had done - wanting it, somewhere tortured insideme, to happen again. Abruptly I turned and walked away down the hall. I grabbed a book at random off of my bookshelf and then wentback out and into the living room. I sat on the couch and opened the book andtried to read, but I couldn't concentrate. I sat there for several minutes, andwhen I turned my head, I saw that Amma and the newspaper were gone, probably tothe bathroom. I put the book down on the coffee table and stretched. Ididn't know what to do, or how to approach my Amma. Every time I imaginedtalking to her, all I could feel was embarrassment. I loved her still, but thelove and trust which a man normally has for his mother was all swirled up withdesire and lust and guilt, roiling in my mind ceaselessly. Even if we couldcome to accept we had done this, where could it go? What possible ending couldit have but a bad one? With my thoughts still muddled and confused, I lifted myfeet up onto the sofa, turned, and laid my head back on the arm of the sofa. Myeyes shut. Reply With Quote #190 Old 26th February 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 reconciling When I woke up, it took me some time to get my orientation.The first thing my eyes focused on was a note taped to the door. I sat up, thengot up and walked to the door. The note was in my mother's neat handwriting,and it said simply, "I have gone shopping. I'll be back to make youdinner. Love, Amma." My eyes blurred momentarily, and I pulled the notefrom the door, crumpling it in my hand. I was confused, worried, is she upset,has she gone off for good. I went inside her room and saw that her things werestill there. I laughed at myself then, and felt a little better than Ihad all day. My spirits lifted slightly; thinking of my Amma without the sexualcomponent settled me down somewhat. I began to clean the house. I was washing the dishes from breakfast when I heard thedoor open, and my mother call, "Can you help me, please?" I dried my hands on a tissue and then walked to the door. My mother wasmaking her way in from the carrying several grocery bags. I quickly grabbedthem from her, and as I walked to the kitchen, she turned to get another thatwas still outside the door. I began putting the food away, seeing lots of vegetables,rice, curd, and fruit. Healthy food. My Amma walked into the kitchen carryingthe last bag, and I turned to look at her. She was wearing a nice green bordered cream cotton saree,with a dark green blouse. Her hair was pulled up behind her, and her soft blackeyes looked directly at mine. She had strange look on her face, and I could seethe faint wrinkles at the corner of her mouth and eyes. I reached out and tookthe bag from her and without looking away, I placed it on the counter to myleft. Then I took the initiative. "I'm sorry, Amma," I began. I stepped toward her."I feel like I've been ignoring, I mean trying to avoid-" "Hey, it's okay," she interrupted. "Don'tworry about it. You've got enough to think about without me messing itup." I couldn't let her take the responsibility for what we haddone. "But we, I mean I..." "But nothing." She planted her hands on her hips."I said don't worry. What's done is done." I froze, then - too late - reached out to her, but she wasalready turning away. I hissed under my breath with frustration, then unpackedthe last bag angrily. As I finished, Amma came back into the kitchen. I turnedto face her, determined not to miss my chance. I lifted my arms, and as shebrushed by me, I turned her to face me, my hands on her shoulders. I lookedstraight into her eyes, waited while she looked away, then looked back. Shelooked sad. "I really am sorry, Amma," I said. My fingerstightened slightly on her shoulders, but she made no response. "Ishouldn't have done what I- what-" I trailed off. Her expression didn'tchange. I stepped forward and hugged her, but she was unresponsive, and barelyput her arms around me, then pushed me away after a second. "Amma?" Iasked. "I want to cook dinner," she said quietly."I'm hungry." I let go of her and walked out of the kitchen. The feelingsof rejection that were running through me were overwhelming. It wasn't eventhat I wanted my Amma sexually right now; I just wanted my Amma. What was goingon? Why couldn't I say what I wanted. Hell, what did I want? What did she want?The questions kept coming. Did she hate me for what had happened? Resent me?Did she want it to happen again, or for us never to speak of it? I feltfrustrated and alone, and the happiness which had briefly sustained me slowlyebbed away. I sat at the computer and idly played a game. Eventually mymother called from the kitchen that dinner was ready, and I slowly got up, wentto wash my hands, and then made my way to the table. There was a seat set forone, rice and a dry vegetable dish, and nice Sambhar ( a veg curry) some buttermilk to drink, curd, and papad. As usual, heavenly food. I looked into thekitchen, and there was a used plate on the counter. My Amma had eaten beforecalling me, then left me to my meal. I couldn't take it. I wasn't hungry. I went to the door ofthe bedroom, and knocked. There was no answer. I knocked again. "I'm tired," came my mother's voice through thedoor. "I'm going to bed." "I need to talk to you," I replied. "Amma!"There was no answer. I stood there for a minute, and seeing nothing wasforthcoming, I went back down the hall, and sat on the sofa. What washappening? My Amma was only here for a few more days, but I couldn't bear thethought of another day like this one, empty and alone. What could I do? Howcould I make this situation better? How could I fix it? Was it even possible,or were my mother and I destined to part on morose, empty terms, never to evenshare our original mother-son bond? I pulled off my t-shirt, balled it up, andthrew it at the door. The situation felt hopeless. I scrubbed my face with myhands furiously, as if I could wash away all the emotions that churned withinme. I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I heardthe door to the bedroom open, and then my mother's steps coming down the hall.I didn't bother to turn. There was a long pause when she entered the livingroom, so long that I began to wonder if I was imagining it. Just as I made upmy mind to turn and look, I heard my mother's clothing rustle as she began towalk again, and I felt her presence loom up behind me. I sat, silent, notknowing what to do.