Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Four Years After My name is Rohan and I am from India. I am happily married with my wife for last ten years. We have two beautiful children. We live in a Mumbai suburb. I work for a big engineering company. My parents live in Nasik, a place not far away from Mumbai. I had a great time when I used to live in Nasik as a kid and then as a young man. Both my parents are very loving and caring also I am their only son. My father used to work for a small company as a clerk. He is retired now and my mom was always a housewife. She is a very good mother and I always was very close to her. My mom was married to my father when she was only nineteen and my father was then twenty nine. I was born when my mom was twenty. My parents did not go for another child due to financial constrains. But I always wished that I had a brother or a sister. My father was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis. But my mom always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit. I was a happy go lucky guy. I was good in studies and also on the play ground. Much of my time was devoted towards cricket and cycling. As I grew up I often used to fantasize about making love to my mom. She was the only woman in my life who was present all the time around me. I did have a huge crush on a girl who was my classmate. Her name was Anuradha, I could never propose to her till I left the school. But she was friendly to me and we used to talk and exchange notes sometime. I did not see her for a long time after she left the school. I passed my secondary school (SSC) and opted science for higher secondary school. I was determined to become an engineer. Everything went on as normal till I was in my third year of engineering I was 20 and my father was 50. My father suffered a stroke and was paralysed. He was in the hospital for a week. Fortunately because of his relatively young age he regained some control over his limbs. His right side of the body was affected. He could no longer use his right hand and walked with some difficulty. He would (and still) limp and drag his right foot while walking. His speech is slurred. But otherwise he is ok. I spent a year massaging his legs, hands and back to stimulate the muscles and encourage the recovery. But despite of best of my efforts and extensive physiotherapy he could not recover completely. But anyway he doesn't have any other problems as he has given up drinking and eating oily food. He also goes for a walk everyday to keep fit. This story is of those turbulent days when my father was brought home from the hospital. Back To Home I opened the door of the taxi to help my father move out of it. I pulled him out and supported him while walking towards the door of our house. Mom was walking next to him. I helped him get into his bed so that he could rest. "That's it dad. You rest till evening then I will give you a massage." My father did not say anything he was too shocked because of what had happened to him. He was about to cry. "Don't worry dad you will be alright." I put up a brave face but I was also worried. There was always a danger of another stroke. I walked out of the bedroom and signalled my mom to follow me. We went in our living room. "Look ma this is a serious situation and we must do our best to help him come out of this." "I know Rohan." "Follow the strict diet which doctor has prescribed and try to keep him happy." "Ok" She said in a low voice. The emotional trauma had drained our energy. A few weeks after my father started some physiotherapy and I continued to massage him daily. There was some improvement in his leg but not in his right hand. This continued for months. My father took a retirement as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some pension which was not enough for us to survive. This was because he did not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some savings which my father had. Now I was totally devoted to my parents. I had to help my father do household work, go to market for grocery, vegetables shopping etc. I also helped my mom for cooking and cleaning. My life was totally changed. I was cut off from my friends. I mostly stayed indoors after attending my collage. My mom knew this and she felt very sorry for me. One day my mom asked me "Rohan why don't you go and play cricket with your friends?" "I can't do that ma" "Why not? Your father is now ok you can go out now." "But I want to stay with you ma, who knows when I am needed here" "That's true but the playground is not far away from our home. I can call you if we need your help Rohan." "No ma I don't want to get into it." "Oh Rohan you are such a good boy I wish you had some brothers and sisters. Now everything is on your shoulders." "It's ok ma I will take care of everything." My mom looked in my eyes proudly. As months passed my father's bank account was almost exhausted and we were now feeling the pinch. We had to ration everything, food, water, electricity everything. I realized this rationing is not going to help us for long. I decided to do some part time job. Luckily the owner of the company where my father worked offered me a part time job as a token of gratitude towards my father's service. I used to work five hours everyday between 7 pm to 12 am. He gave me a job of keeping records of the goods transported from the warehouse during that period. It was very difficult for me. I was attending collage, doing home work, doing a part time job and also attending my father everyday. Those were the most painful days in my life. I often used to come home very tired and sleep as soon as I lay in my bed. During this period I went even closer to my mother. She was so proud of me and would often kiss my forehead. She would often come in my bedroom in the morning and move her fingers through my hair to wake me up. Sometimes I would even get a kiss on my cheek in the morning. I passed my engineering and got a job as an apprentice in a company. This company produces spare parts for automobiles. I was appointed as a trainee supervisor on the shop floor. The salary was not very good but now I was much relaxed as I need not study anymore. I was more interested in doing a job in Mumbai. But I decided to get some experience before moving to Mumbai. Now I had more time for myself. I again started to have fantasies of making love to my mom. Sometimes I used to feel guilty but those fantasies would come again and again. My mom was really beautiful. She was strongly built with broad shoulders. Her black eyes and dense black hair were really defying her age. Her breasts were quite big and the roundness of her bottom made her look more desirable. As years went by my sexual frustration also increased. I was now twenty four and still virgin. My parents did not talk about my marriage because they were worried if I moved out they will be left to fend themselves. I am disciplined One Saturday my father had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the living room watching morning news. My mom came with two cups of tea and offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons. "This guy should be hanged" said my mother. "That's not fair ma. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty" "I know I know but he must be the one" "Ma but he could have also done this because of some frustration" One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her "Ma can I ask you one thing?" "Anything dear, go on" "Ma it is very personal" "Ok no problem ask me" "Ma how is father?" "What is so personal in this? You know he is good now" "Not that" I said. "Then what?" she asked "I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her. She did not reply and seemed crestfallen. "Ma don't misunderstand me ma." She looked at me confused what her son wants to know. "I just want to know if dad can perform after his stroke that's all ma, and I am sorry if I have offended you." Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was. "Its nothing beta(son)" "Means?" I asked "I don't know how to talk about it with you." "Its ok ma I am sorry." "No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked. "Tell me ma may be you will feel relieved." I said. "Rohan your father can not do anything after the stroke" "Oh no ma." "Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up." "So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself. "When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask. I was getting turned on by all this talk. "It must be very hard on you ma. It has been four years now." "Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table. "Ma it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages" I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away. "What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious. "I just.." She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before. "Ma I just" "Shut up Rohan. I always thought you are my good boy. I talked about your father's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue." "I am sorry ma, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom. I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go out of the room as I did not have courage to face my mom again. I did not even go out to have lunch. My father asked me to come out for lunch but I told him that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and left. I was praying that mom should not tell anything to my dad. In the evening my father went out for a walk. My mother came in my room. I was lying head down on the bed. She came and sat on the edge of the bed and moved her hand over my back. "Get up Rohan. You must be hungry. I have brought some thing for you to eat" "I am not hungry" I said keeping my head down. I had no courage to look at her. "Don't be silly. Forget what happened and get up now," she said affectionately. She was moving her hand over my back and that touch was very assuring. Eventually I mustered enough courage and turned around. I was still avoiding an eye contact with her. "Forget everything Rohan. Have this" She offered me a cup of tea and a piece of cake. I took the cake and finished it in a flash as I was too hungry. My mom laughed. "See I told you. You are hungry you can't hide anything from me. Wait I will bring some more cake for you," she said and went into the kitchen. She came back with a few more pieces of cake. She was now smiling. This gave me enough encouragement to finally face her. I looked in her eyes. "Ma I.." "Shhhhh" she kept her finger on my lips. "Its ok Rohan. Actually I am feeling sorry that I slapped you. You are now grown up" "I am sorry ma. You are so beautiful you always turn me on" On hearing this she blushed. "Rohan don't talk like that." "Ma just as you I am also frustrated. What happened today was because of this frustration. I will not let it happen again ma. May be it's time to look for a bride for me. I wish I have a wife like you" She looked at me. I saw she looked worried. "Ok have these," she gave the cake to me. "Rohan I am sorry dear I slapped you." "No ma it is your right. But please don't tell dad" "Off course I won't let him know anything." She assured me. "Ok dear we will talk later on this." She smiled and turned around to leave the room. I could not but watch her beautiful bottom sway as she moved out. I was aching to make love to her but the taboo of incest was coming in the way. I brushed off the thoughts and moved my attention towards the cake. I was much relieved now and after eating I moved in the living room to watch TV. That night I had dinner with my parents and retired to my bedroom early. And it happened I was not able to sleep because of the events accrued during the day. I was also thinking of ways to seduce my beloved ma. But slowly I drifted towards sleep. I woke up when I heard the noise at my door. Somebody was trying to open it. I got up from my bed and walked towards the door and stood there a few feet away. Finally the door opened and my mom walked in! "Ugghh" she kept her palm over her mouth as she saw me standing there. She was stunned. She then moved inside and pushed the door and without turning around slid the latch to lock it from inside. My heart began to pound as I could imagine what she was up to. We both were standing where we were, confused and not sure what to do. I was confused because she slapped me for my advances, but the same woman has now herself come to me. She was confused because she did not know how to react. "Ma" I whispered. "Shhh slowly your father may wake up." And she walked towards me. I also walked towards her. We were now very close to each other face to face. Not knowing what to do, I tentatively put my hands around her waist and again dropped them down. I was totally confused. She also placed her hands over my chest and pulled them back. We were riding in the same boat. We wanted it to happen but we were not sure how to start it. Finally I gathered enough courage and placed my hands around her waist and pulled her towards me. I broke the ice and the result was very sweet because my mom also put her hands around my back and hugged me tightly. "Ohhh Rohan" she whispered. "Ma I can't believe this" I whispered. "Rohan in the evening you said I turn you on" she whispered. "Yes ma yes" We were both moving our hands over each others back. She was rubbing her face against my chest planting small kisses. My breathing had increased and my dick was rock hard. My mom was also breathing heavily. Her breasts were pressed hard against my body. I lifted her chin. It was dark and I was not able to see the expressions on her face. I slowly placed my lips on her lips and kissed her. She moaned and increased her grip around my back even further. Her soft beautiful body was pressing hard against me. It was dark and only the moonlight coming through the semi transparent windows provided some visibility. She looked towards me, her beautiful big eyes were shining in the moon light. She pulled me towards her by grabbing my hair and placed her lips on my lips and kissed me once twice thrice and then slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I had never been with a woman before and this was an attack on me which I had never expected. My mom was filled with lust and she was frantically sucking my tongue. She was moaning with pleasure and rubbing her body against mine. Her soft body and her sweet smell was driving me mad. My heart was pounding and my dick was aching. "Shhhh ahhhh Rohan I want you Rohan" she whispered. "Ma it's feeling so good" "Shhh Rohan don't raise your voice your dad will wake up" "Ok" I said in a low voice and we moved towards my bed. My mom lay there on her back. I was on top of her on all my four. She was now in between my limbs. "What if dad wakes up ma?" I asked. "Don't worry he won't wake up so easily. I have given him an extra pill today. But keep your voice low." She whispered. She was breathing heavily and her breasts were rising and falling with her each breath. I moved down and kissed her. Then I placed my face in between her breasts and started rubbing it against them. She began to moan with pleasure. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face hard against her breasts. I was now kissing her breasts frantically. I slowly moved my hands behind her back to unhook her blouse. Suddenly she pushed me away. "Don't Rohan, don't remove it. We don't have time. It takes time to dress up again" she whispered. She then pulled me towards her and kissed me and pulled my shorts below my waist. I quickly got rid of those along with my underwear. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and totally bared myself. She again pulled me towards her and moved her palms over my shoulders my chest and my nipples. "Wow Rohan you are so strong" she whispered and pulled me over her. She put her arms around my back and pressed me hard against her. "Shhhhhh aaaaahhhh Rohaaaaannnn" she moaned in a low voice. My dick was paining now as it had gathered blood from all parts of my body. My mom was holding me tight against her, moaning, twisting and turning in the bed. Suddenly she released her hands and bend her legs in the knee. She then raised her bottom and pulled her sari and petticoat above her waist. My heart began to pound frantically as my mom was now asking me to enter her. The very thought of entering her was driving me crazy. She was filled with lust and was breathing heavily. I lowered myself over her. She quickly put her arms around my back and pulled me tightly over her. "Do it Rohan" she whispered and spread her legs. I wanted to remove her panty so I lay my hands over her waist trying to locate it. She was not wearing any panty. "I have already removed it before coming here." She whispered in my ear. So my mom was determined to do this. This somewhat eased my hesitation. I placed my dick in between her legs. She quickly placed it on the entrance of her pussy by holding it in one hand and parting her pussy lips by the fingers of other hand. "Come Rohan get inside your ma's body" she whispered in my ear. I slowly pushed my dick inside her moist pussy. "Ohh maaa" I moaned with pleasure. "Ssssss Aaaaaahhhhhh" My mom moaned as I went in. I began to move in and out of her pussy. She would raise her waist with my every forward movement. She was moaning with pleasure and I was too excited to see my mom moaning with my dick inside her. We were both breathing heavily and our hearts were pounding as never before. Her pussy was now wet and soapy and yet is was giving my dick a tight and cosy embrace. Our churned love juices were flowing out of her pussy wetting my balls. "Rohan faster Rohan" she said in a hoarse voice. I increased my rhythm. She seemed to enjoy that. I could see the pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was clasping the bed sheet in her hands. "Aaaaahhhhhhhh Ssssssssshhhhh Aaaaaahhhhhh"she moaned. "Ohhh maaa it feels so good Ssssshhhh Aaaaaaahhhhhhh" I was now moving frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying up and down trying to get out of her blouse. My bed was cracking creating small sounds. Her glass bangles were colliding against each other creating a sound 'cling-cling-cling' All these things were advertising what we were doing. But fortunately the door was closed and the noise generated was also not too loud. "Aaaahhhhh Rohan Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh" she spread her legs wide apart while moaning. "Ma I can't hold ma Sssshhhh Aaaahhhh." "Rohaaaaan I am Coming Rohan Ssssssshhhh Aaaahhhhhh" "Ohhh maaaaa ssssssssshhhh Agghhhhhhhhhhh" I came shooting my semen inside her. "Aaaiiiighhhhhhh Ssssssshhhhh Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed in a very low voice. She arched her back, raised her waist forcing her pussy towards my dick. Waves after waves of ecstasy ran through our bodies. She champed her legs against my bottom pressing me deep inside her. Her pussy was pulsating and so was my dick. I was still spraying inside her pussy and her pussy was happily accepting the filling. I lay on top of her. Her eyes were closed and face clearly showed the pleasure. We were in that position for some time. After a while she opened her eyes and kissed me gently. Reply With Quote #62 Old 17th June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed "Wow Rohan that was mind blowing" "For me too ma. In fact this is my first time." "Oh dear you have to wait for this so long" she giggled. "Ma you are fantastic" "You are a good lover honey" she said. "You too ma." "Wow Rohan after four long years I finally got what I wanted" and she kissed me. She looked satisfied and relaxed. "I never had such an orgasm before" she said "Ma this is not the first and last time?" I asked her. "No honey I will sneak in whenever I can." She smiled "Wow ma that's great." I whispered and kissed her. "Ok honey I should go now before your father wakes up and finds out" "Ok ma." And I pulled out of her. She immediately went out of my bedroom and rushed towards the bathroom. I watched her beautiful bottom sway as she walked out. I was in heaven, still lying naked on the bed. My fantasy had become a reality. Till it happened I have never imagined it will happen. Trouble A few days passed without any thing. My mom did not come. I could not take any advantage in the morning when my dad went out for a walk. Because he used to go only after I left for office. I could not speak to my mom regarding this because of his ever presence. I finally asked her one morning when I was about to leave for the office and my father was in the garden in our backyard. "Ma please come today." I said "Ok I will try" "No try ma you must come I need you very badly." "Ok you go now it's getting late for you." "Ma promise me you are coming today" "Ok honey I promise, now go." She said. "Yesss" I yelled and left for my office. My mom was smiling as I left. That night my mom came late when everything was quite. She came stealthily and locked the door. I was waiting for her. She was also eager to have sex. She directly came in my arms. We hugged each other and kissed frantically. I was only in my shorts. I did not realize when my mom removed it. She lifted her sari and spread her legs for me. The sex was really good that night. We were done with it in about half an hour. "You are really a good lover honey" she said "Thanks ma" "You make me feel so full 'there'" she blushed "So please come tomorrow and everyday." "That's not possible honey." She giggled. "Why not mom" I asked her in a pleading tone. "I can not give an extra pill to your dad every day" "Then come without giving any extra pill" "What if he wakes up and finds out?" she asked. "Hmmm" I said disappointedly. "We can do it on Saturday and Sunday mornings when you are at home and your dad goes out for a walk" she suggested. "That's great ma but it feels great at night. I wish you come every night." "Honey I will try to come as much as I can" "Ok ma" "So now let me go dear." I moved away from her and she quickly raced towards the bathroom. Unfortunately because of heavy workload we were all advised to do overtime and come on weekends. I was disappointed as this was going to undo my plans. We were also told that the situation will continue to remain so for at least three months. So our plans to have unrestricted sex on weekends were spoiled. My mother would come to me only after four or five days. My father did not notice anything unusual. My mother was encouraged by this and her frequency of visits increased. She would come every alternate day. Only when she was experiencing her periods she would not come for a week. We were making very passionate love. One night we were in the middle of our love making when I heard a knock on my door. "It's father ma." I said in a terrified voice. "Rohan open the door your mom is not in the house" He thought my mom went out some where but he did not suspect that she was with me. I was terrified and did not know how to react. "Rohan dress up I will handle this" She said in a firm tone. I was surprised and wondered what she was up to? I quickly pulled on my shorts and lay on the bed inside the covers. I was really terrified. My mom pulled her sari down up to her feet adjusted her hair and got up from the bed. She then slowly walked towards the door. My heart was pounding as she removed the latch. She opened the door halfway, stepped out and quickly pushed the door back. "What are you doing here?" My father asked loudly. I could hear him even though the door was closed. "Let's go to our room I will tell you" My mom said. After a few seconds I heard the opening and closing of their door. I was curious and also worried. I was worried that my father would beat my mom. Even though he could not use his right hand his left hand was enough to kill my mom. I stood terrified outside their room listening to them. I was prepared to step in just in case. "Ok tell me now what were you doing there?" asked my dad. "Listen now, our son is no longer a kid" said my mom. "I know that, come to the point." "You see he is now twenty four and his needs are not the same," said my mom. "What do you mean?" asked my father. "Look I just want to tell you that.." "Don't confuse me just tell me why you were there?" A few minutes of silence and then my mother spoke something which I never thought she could speak. "What do you think two adults would do in the middle of the night in a closed room with lights switched off?" "You bastard" My father shouted. "Don't shout at me." My mother yelled. She had taken an aggressive stand. "Are you able to satisfy me for the last four years?" "Did I spare any efforts to stimulate you?" My father did not say anything. Probably he was stunned by my mother's questions. She had directly attacked his manhood and humiliated him. "Do I not have any feelings? Do I not have any desires? Am I too old not to have any sexual desire?" Her voice cracked. After a few seconds of silence "I have been serving you like a maid without any complains. I sponged you, cleaned your refuse when you were immobilized. I help you everyday to tie your shoes, put on your clothes." She was sobbing now. "I do not have any existence. For the last four years I have not even gone out of the house. I have not seen a single movie; I have never been to any restaurant. I am just working as your maid servant." She was now crying loudly. I felt sorry for my mother. For the first time I realized what she was going through. "Our son is now twenty four and people are already bringing marriage proposals for him. What do you think when he gets married and moves out?" "Is your pension enough for us to sustain?" "By giving up to him I am ensuring he stays with us" She declared. "Besides he is doing what you are not able to do" she humiliated him again. "So what you want to do now? Want to kill me? Go ahead kill me and relieve me from my duties as your maid." My mom was very angry. I was surprised how the tide was turned. "But what you are doing is wrong" My father finally said something. "Don't preach me what is wrong and what is right. In our time of distress nobody helped us not even your brothers and sisters." Her anger was spilling out of her voice. "Our son massaged you for more than one year; he took on all the household responsibilities. He even took up a job when kids of his age were enjoying." "My heart went out for him everyday. Did you forget how many sacrifices he has made for our family?" She was now emotional. "I know what I am doing is not moral as per the society in which we live. But I don't care for that society" "It is pay back time now. I am doing exactly what I should do." She said in a very firm voice. Nothing happened for a few minutes. I waited there for some more time but I did not hear any conversation between them. I assumed that they had settled in their beds and walked towards my room. New Beginning Next day morning I was lying on my bed head down. It was already time to get up. But I did not have courage to face my dad. I wanted to go to office to escape the embarrassment but how could I avoid my father? He would be in the living room watching morning news. I heard my door open but I still lay as I was. It was my mom. She came and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get up honey" she said moving her hand over my back. I felt assured like a baby. "Today your dad has gone out for his morning walk earlier, may be he wants to avoid you." Now I wanted to avoid him and he too wanted to avoid me. I got up from the bed and tried to kiss my mom. She gently pushed me back. "Ummm you need to brush your teeth before you put anything in your mouth" She was right. I quickly got up and rushed towards the bathroom. I relieved myself, brush my teeth, took a shower and came out in the living room. My mom had already arranged my breakfast and tea on the dining table. "Wow it smells good ma what have you made for me?" I asked "It's your usual omelette and bread but with butter may be that's why it smells good" I walked towards the table where she was standing and put my arms around her. She also put her arms around my neck and rested her breast against me. We kissed passionately. "Mom I heard everything yesterday" "You little rascal you were spying on us" "No ma I was standing there just in case dad beat you" "So did you hear everything?" "Yeah everything till you said 'payback time' " She blushed as she poured some tea in my cup. I finished my breakfast and rushed to my office. That day in the office was very disturbing for me. I was not able to concentrate. I was waiting for 6pm. The watch never seemed to go forward. At last those long hours were over and I headed back to my home. My mom opened the door for me. I went straight into my bedroom as wanted to avoid my dad who was watching TV in the living room. But how long I could avoid it? I had to face him at the dinner table. I kept my head down at the dinner table to avoid eye contact with my dad. My dad was also doing the same thing. I hastily finished my dinner and went in my bedroom. It was too early to sleep so I picked up a book and started reading it. It was around 11 pm when my mom walked in and closed the door. I was surprised as she would normally come to me after mid night. She was also wearing some flowers in her hair. She walked straight into my arms. I pulled her towards me and kissed her. "Ma you are early today?" I asked her. "You did not hear what your father said afterwards" "What did he say ma?" "He said he won't mind our relationship and even encouraged me to sleep with you everyday" she said brushing her nose against my chest. I was delighted on hearing this. Now I understood why he did not say anything to me and why he avoided contact with me. He had probably accepted the reality that he was not going to be cured. It was in his own interest that he let his wife sleep with me instead of somebody else. This would have humiliated as the word would have spread about his condition. "Oh ma" I said and moved on top of her. I kissed her gently. She was moving her fingers through my hair. She pulled me close to her and put her arms around my back. I was now resting on her soft body. Her breasts were pressing against my chest. I was feeling their softness. I moved my face over her breasts and started rubbing it against her breasts. She was now moaning with pleasure and excitement. I kissed her breasts over and over again. "Uhh Rohan that's feeling so good" and she pressed my head against her breasts. I was not wearing any T-shirt so when she pulled my shorts in a flash I was naked. "Oh ma" I sighed. "Let me see how my boy looks" she said. For the first time since our first encounter we were in the bed with lights on. She pushed me away from her so that she could have a look at me. I was ashamed the way she was watching me. She moved her hands over my chest and my shoulders. My dick was fully erect but it was resting against her thighs. "Rohan I want to see 'it'" she said. I was ashamed and reluctantly moved away from her. "Wow" she was stunned to see my fully erect dick. "It is so red and thick" she said. My dick is not long enough but I think it is certainly good across (thick). I again moved on top of her as I was ashamed the way she was watching me. "Hey Rohan don't be so ashamed. It's ok. It's just you and me." "Ma please" "It's ok Rohan look at me" I looked in her eyes. She was looking lovingly towards me. "Rohan don't be shy. Be my man." "Oh ma I am your baby." "Yes honey but now you are my man." She then gently pulled me towards her and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "You know Rohan you have made me a woman again. You make me feel wanted and loved. I would have become mad if this had not happened between us." "Oh ma I love you. You are so sweet." "I love you too honey." "You know Rohan how frustrated I was for all these years?" "I can understand ma" "You can't understand it beta(son) the agony through which I have gone" "I know mom" I was now moving my fingers through her hair and planting a few soft kisses on her lips and on her forehead. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying being loved. "It feels soooo good when you love me like this Rohan" "I love you ma" "Your dad never loved me like this. He was interested only in the hole between my legs" "No mom my dad is not that insensitive" "I am his wife honey and I have slept under him for twenty years" "Then I am sorry ma you did not have a good time with him" "Yes only some times when I was wild I needed him otherwise it was he who would just insert his dick and have his way" she said in a low voice. "But he is not that bad ma" I tried to defend my dad. "I know honey but he was too clumsy in the bed. He never made me feel loved. I always used to feel used by him like a sex slave. So disgusting" "It's ok ma it's all over now. You have me." "Yes honey" she sighed. I then pressed myself against her breast and started to kiss them. She began moaning with pleasure. My dick was hard like a steel bar and aching to go inside her. "Rohan remove my sari" "Ma" "Your dad already know everything so what's the point in keeping it on" I slowly removed her sari like a kid unwrap his gift. She was now in her blouse and petticoat. Her breasts were moving up and down with her every breath. She put her hands behind her back and slowly unhooked her blouse. I helped her remove it. This exposed her bra which was desperately trying to hold her huge breasts. I put my hand around her back and started to unhook her bra. My hands were trembling and my body was shaking. After struggling for a while I gave up the attempt to unhook her bra. She giggled and unhooked and removed it in a flash. "Next time I won't do it for you" she said as she giggled. I was dumbfounded when I saw her voluptuous breasts. They were much bigger than what I have imagined. Her tits were brown and quite big. "What are you looking at Rohan? Don't you want to suck them?" She asked lovingly. "Wow ma you are so gorgeous" I said. She then pulled me towards her. I buried my face against her exposed breasts and started rubbing it against it. She was moaning with pleasure. I then started sucking her breast. I was moving my tongue over her nipples teasing her. She was arching her back and moaning with pleasure. After some time she pulled my head towards her. "Rohan love me Rohan" she whispered in my ear. She then slowly slid her hands between my and her belly to reach out to the strings of her petticoat. As she was uniting her strings her hands were touching my dick and I was feeling a sweet tingling sensation. After she had untied the strings she lifted her bottom slightly and slid her petticoat down up to her thighs. "Remove it honey" she said lovingly. I quickly removed it. Her beautiful thighs were now exposed to me. She was wearing a black panty which was looking very sexy because of her fair thighs. I lowered my face between her thighs and started kissing softly on inside of her thighs. She started to moan loudly as I reached near her pussy. "Aggghhhh Rohan Ssshhhh Aaaaahhh" I then reached over her panty. I placed a kiss on her pussy over her panty. "Ssssshhhh Aaaaahhhhh" she moaned I kept on kissing softly as she moaned. My nose was filled with the musky aroma coming out of her pubic area. I slowly increased the frequency of my kisses. She was now moaning with pleasure. I then started rubbing my nose and cheeks against her pussy and kissing her pussy loudly. The rubbing and the sound of smooching made her crazy. "Aggghhh O my God Ssssshhh Aaahhhhhggghhh ssssshhhh aaaaahhhh" "Rohaaaan come inside me Rohan Ssssshhhh aghhhh" She pulled my hair and brought my face near her. "Do it honey do it. I can't wait" She was raising her waist again and again and pressing her pussy against my dick. My hands automatically moved to reach her panty. I slowly removed it from her body. Her thick black pubic hairs were hiding her pussy. I slowly moved my fingers through them occasionally caressing her pussy lips. She would moan with pleasure whenever I touched her pussy. For the first time after months since our first encounter my mom was lying totally naked under me. I lay myself on top of her. I wanted to feel the nakedness of her body. I had placed my hands over her shoulders from behind her back. My chest was resting against her breasts. Our bellies were pressing against each other and my thighs were resting on her thighs. My dick was resting in her pubic hair aching to go home. "Come inside honey" she said with a lust filled voice. She pushed me away a little to free my dick which was sandwiched between our pubic region. She then grabbed it and placed it between her pussy lips. "Push it Rohan get it inside me at once" "Aaaahhh ma" as I pushed my dick inside her with a single thrust. "Aaaaiiiiigaaaaaaaaaaah" my mom screamed loudly. "O my God it hurt Rohan Ooooooggghhh" she screamed in pain. For the fist time, she was moaning and screaming loudly as there as no worry of getting caught. It was already known to my dad what was going on. It hurt because she was too impatient to wait. It was at her insistence I pushed myself inside her at once. I ignored her because I knew after a few strokes she would be wet enough. So I started moving in and out of her pussy as slowly as possible. I then increased my rhythm when I realised that she was wet enough. The pain from her face was vanished and she was moaning with pleasure again. She was pressing her lower lip with her teeth to control her ecstasy. It was very pleasing sight to see my mom moaning with pleasure. It was a very satisfying feeling to see that I was able to give her so much pleasure. Her pussy was now leaking with our churned love juices. It was a heavenly experience as we were both naked for the first time. We were both enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. Our naked bodies were rubbing against each other. Face to face, breasts to chest, belly to belly, thighs to thighs and our genitals locked. I was moving slowly in and out of her body enjoying the cosiness of her pussy. She had clasped my buttocks with her hands and she was pressing me towards her pussy. "Faster honey faster" She said I increased my rhythm. After some time she spread her legs wide apart. I knew from the past experience that she was about to come now. I was controlling myself not to come before her. "Sssss Agghhhhh Rohaaaannnnn" "Maaaa Sssssshhhh aaaahhhhh" "Faster Rohan Faster Ssssshhhh Aghhhhhhhh" She screamed. "Ohh maaa I will come maaaa" "Ohhhhh rip me apart Aaaaiiiiggghaaa Aaahhhhhhhh" she screamed loudly. Her screaming was driving me crazy. I knew that my dad was surely able to hear everything. I was totally turned on by the thought that my dad was now aware that mom was begging me to love her. Reply With Quote #63 Old 17th June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed "Faster Rohan faster" I lifted my upper body from her and rested my palms on the bed just above her shoulders. She had spread her legs wide apart to give me full access to her womanhood. I started to move frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying up and down violently. Our bed was creating creaking noise. Her bangles were creating clinking sounds. On top of that she was moaning and screaming loudly, shamelessly advertising what she wanted and what she was doing. This was now enough for me and I could no longer hold myself. "I am coming maaa ssshhhh aaaahhhh" "Ohhhh yesssss fill me Ssssshhhhh aggghhhhhhh" she moaned. "Ohhhh Maaaaaaaaa Ssssssssssshhhhh Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" I came inside her pussy spraying her pussy with my cum. "Aaaaiiiiighhhhhhaaaaa ssssssshhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhh" she screamed. She clasped my buttocks as usual with her legs as she came. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy ran through our bodies. Our genitals were pulsating in unison. My dick was spraying her pussy with my seeds and her pussy was sucking it hungrily. I lay on top of her pressing hard against her breasts. She was pulling me towards her by putting her hands around my back. We lay like that for a long time as there was no hurry. We had the best orgasm of our lives as we were totally relaxed and there was no fear of getting caught. After some time I moved out of her as my dick went limp. We were lying next to each other totally naked holding our hands. She then turned to me and rested her head over my chest and put her leg over my legs. She was caressing my nipple with her one hand. I just put my one hand around her back and gathered her closer to me. She was looking satisfied and relaxed. I was exhausted but relaxed. I was happy with myself that I was always able to make her come every time. She had complained that she would rarely come with my dad. We soon fell asleep. The next day my mom moved in my room. She moved her small cupboard inside my room with most of her clothes. She left a few clothes behind just in case any relative drop in. I used to take her to restaurants and movies on weekends. Sometimes we also took dad with us. As the days passed my mom increasingly became less aware and careless of the surroundings. She would hug and kiss me whenever I came home from office even if my dad was around. She would even leave the door of our bedroom open while making love. Some times after making love she would walk naked to the kitchen to drink water. While doing so she had to walk across my dad's room which he always left open. This continued for further three years. After three years I got a job in Mumbai I always wished to move to Mumbai for better prospects. I was not ready to leave my mom but my mom convinced me and I moved to Mumbai. But I would come to my mom every weekend and we would make wild love after remaining abstain for a week. Mumbai Suddenly one day I came across my childhood sweetheart Anuradha. She worked as an architect in an office just a few meters away from my office. I recognised her the moment I saw her. I went running behind her and called out her name. She was terrified to find a stranger running behind her calling her name. She did not recognise me at first because I sport a moustache then. When I told her I was Rohan her classmate she was delighted and jumped in joy. In our first meeting itself she told me she was unmarried. We met a few times more and in one of those meetings I confessed that I had a huge crush on her since we were in school. She blushed on hearing my confession. "You men are so stupid." She said. "Why Anu? Did I embrace you?" I asked in desperation. "No Rohan actually me too." she blushed and hung her face avoiding my eye contact. "Did you have a crush on me Anu?" I asked in excitement. She blushed again and nodded her head without looking at me. "Oh Anu do you still have that crush?" I asked her again I was anxious to know. She nodded again. "You should have told me long back." She said. "Better late than never." I said. I was in cloud nine. After a few more meetings I proposed her which she happily accepted. I told my mom, she was happy for me that I was now going to start my family. But she was sad at the other hand as we would not be able to see each other. Eventually I was married to my childhood sweetheart Anuradha. My wife is really very loving and caring. We are totally in love with each other. We have two cute kids. We live in Mumbai. I am 37 and my mom is 57. I still go to Nasik every month and we then make wild and passionate love. My mom doesn't care about anything while making love to me. She is more passionate than my wife when it comes to sex. She really charges me up every month. Reply With Quote #64 Old 19th June 2012 incester incester is offline Custom title Join Date: 16th March 2011 Posts: 3,141 Rep Power: 9 Points: 668 incester has received several accoladesincester has received several accoladesincester has received several accolades UL: 2.48 gb DL: 2.83 gb Ratio: 0.88 pls.....give more my life,my mother type of story.Rep+4 for my life,my mother Reply With Quote #65 Old 22nd June 2012 ravijj ravijj is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 3rd August 2010 Posts: 141 Rep Power: 9 Points: 146 ravijj is beginning to get noticed UL: 2.60 gb DL: 2.68 gb Ratio: 0.97 updateeeeessssssssss Reply With Quote #66 Old 23rd June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed Heavenly Mother It was a dark and stormy night. Rain was coming down in sheets and wind was sweeping it around furiously. Doors and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water; as was Nitin because of the resulting cold. It was a dreadful night. The blanket over him was not thick enough to keep the cold from seeping in and the small electric heater next to his bed was too weak to keep anything warm. There was a certain comfort in the red glow coming from the single heating spring, only to be overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning. He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring thunder and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather. Even at the age of 22, ferocity of nature was unsettling. Somewhere along the way the cold became even more biting. When his body started to shiver in an effort to instinctively warm itself, he realized that the red glow from the heater was no more. Electricity had gone. He curled himself into as tight a fetal position as he could; wrapped himself from all around to minimize the cold coming inside the blanket and started praying. Night was more than half way over and rain wasn't showing any signs of subsiding. Somewhere between the knocking of windows, clapping of the thunder, and banging of the rain on the doors, he heard a creak. Then a hand shook him through the blanket and he heard his mother saying, "Move over Nitin so I can get in with you." Kalpana was unable to stay in her room after the electricity had gone. She didn't like the noise and the cold. Ever since her childhood, a stormy night had to be spent with someone else in bed with her. There was comfort from cold and there was moral support against the fury of the nature. She had shivered her way over to Nitin's room, despite being covered by her own blanket. She had managed to stay out of the rain, but the wind had made the blanket wet by bringing rain to her. No matter, she thought, we'll just put the wet side on top so it doesn't touch our bodies. She hurriedly pulled one side of the blanket that was covering Nitin. The cold chill hit him like a slab of cement. She quickly got inside and spread her own blanket on top of his and they both quickly sealed off all sides. Her teeth were chattering as she mumbled, "I think God is real angry tonight." They were lying side by side; his right hand keeping the blankets sealed tight on his side. She on the other hand was too busy warming her hands. She blew the warm air from her mouth and then stuck them together and held them between her thighs as is the custom to quickly warm one's hands. He put his hand under her head so as to seal the other side as well. She turned towards him and snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder, her one knee under his left leg and the other over it. Thus in that cosy pose, with whatever little body heat they had, along with the double layer of blankets, they started to feel a little less cold. As they started to feel better and better, it became easier to snuggle a little tighter and feel a lot warmer. In addition to the warmth, there was a lot of softness to her body that felt very comforting to Nitin---motherly comforting, that is. Kalpana also felt safe and secure with him and yes, comforted as well. Once the cold was dealt with properly, it didn't take too long for them to doze off. Somewhere during the night, the electricity came back. Next morning, Nitin's mind woke up before his body did, which was exhausted from the night's ordeal. He stayed in bed, eyes closed, limbs extended, wanting to extract a little more warmth out of the blanket. His mornings are usually very pleasant because he always wakes up with a hard on and the memory of a dream or two that preceded it. Sometimes he even holds it in his hands just feeling the softness of his own fingers and palms through the cotton material of his clothing. This morning turned out to be more pleasant than usual. His hands were feeling softer than ever. He stretched his body and pushed his dick a little more into the palms, trying to cover more of it, when his eyes opened with a snap. He froze with shock as he realized that he was pushing his cock between his mother's butt cheeks. Events of last night came flooding into his brain. He remembered how his mother had ended up in bed with him so they could stay warm through the cold night. Only he had woken up with his cock pressed between her buttocks. She was still asleep from the look of things. He held his pose, fearing that any movement may wake her up and make her realize that her son's dick was pressed into her ass. It was a mistake though, to hold his pose because her softness was making things even harder. His twenty-two year old cock was wedged between her cheeks, hard as a rock, and now throbbing because of the pressure his blood was putting into it. Slowly and gently he started to pull himself away and his cock out of her ass. The movement of her butt around his shaft felt wonderful as the guilt of rubbing against his own mother overwhelmed him. Finally, after a while, he was out and turned onto his back, thankful she hadn't woken up and realized what was happening. He lay there quiet and still, fighting his brain as it tried to remember the softness of her butt on his cock, while feeling guilty over what had happened. The sky had emptied itself overnight and the sun was smiling through occasional clouds here and there. The day was starting to feel warm as the sun heated up the cement walls and cement floors of their Indian city. Kalpana squirmed and stretched soon after Nitin had freed himself from her softness, and got out of bed, unaware of what he had experienced. Although a slight feel of pressure in her backside did puzzle her, but she was still groggy from the tiring night, so she didn't make much of it. A mother's position in Indian culture is very high, as it is in other cultures. Indians, however, go a litter farther and put her next to God. As a matter of fact, in his religion, God is also a mother. The relationship is so holy that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is sacrilegious in a very serious way. While Nitin felt embarrassed and ashamed on one hand, he couldn't deny the arousal he felt every time he thought of his cock wedged between his mother's cheeks. Her ass was soft and warm and wonderful. He was torn between guilt and good feelings, between shame and sensuality, and between what would in a nutshell be hell and heaven, well, actually, coming back in next life in a higher form or lower. There was something to be thankful, though, that Kalpana was unaware of any of it. He was fighting his own battle. She decided to play it safe the following night and got into bed with him before they were forced to do so like the previous night. It made sense to prepare for another night of punishing cold and earth shattering rain. Two blankets on the bed, two heaters on the sides, and two bodies to provide defence against the weather. They both felt joyous at the arrangement and settled into his comfortable and warm bed. The red glow of two heaters kept them entertained as shadows danced on the walls. They made small talk and spoke of many things, with many long periods of silence. Nitin was aware of Kalpana's soft body pressed against his own, but was determined to keep those thoughts out of his head. Somewhere during one of those long silences, she dozed off. He had trouble falling asleep, though, because of an erection that just wouldn't go away. Lightning, thunder, rain, and wind started their rhythm and dance show and eventually lulled him to sleep. He woke up with a hard on; probably the same one that he went to sleep with. Only this time it really were his palms and fingers that were around it and not his mother's buttocks. He felt relieved, and a little disappointed. She was fast asleep but he was awake and some distance away from her, even though she was facing away from him and he was facing her. She was fast asleep and he was hard. The previous night, he had rolled into her and his hard on had wedged into her crack. This night there was no wedging; his cock was clear of her crack. He could have rolled into her and woken up to the same sweet sensations, but he didn't. He could have, but he didn't. The idea came with the same speed as the light show from the night. He could...mind you...still roll around...and find himself wedged in her ass. She was fast asleep and he was fully awake. He decided to keep his eyes closed, keep his breathing deep and rhythmic, and position himself against her so that he could experience that guilt ridden pleasure. Sure he felt like crap for what he was thinking; even ashamed of himself; but still went ahead and slowly moved his body into position. He held his cock and extended it straight out and as far as it would go. Then he started moving his middle towards her with the slightest of movements forward. It took almost an eternity but eventually he felt the tip touch her butt. Only it touched away from the crack and firmly onto her cheek. As slowly as he had moved forward, he moved back, repositioned himself and started that tortuous journey forward again. This time the tip of his cock touched right between her cheeks and as a bonus, at the meatiest part of her ass. He held his breath as he held his cock barely touching her. Just that little contact was enough to make Nitin's blood rush hard. He kept listening to her breathing to see if he had disturbed her. Apparently he hadn't. Kalpana was still fast asleep. After holding it there for a few long minutes, he became a little bold and pushed it in slightly. Her cheeks parted against the pressure and his head moved in a little further between the meat. Still, there didn't seem to be any disturbance in her sleep. He was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. His blood was concentrated into his cock. His thinking became a little skewed and he decided to go a little farther in. His cock separated her butt cheeks and his head went right in between them. His cock was thick and big so it made her cheeks part quite a lot. She squirmed at this invasion. He panicked. He didn't know if he should pull it out quickly or what. She was waking up. His cock was pressed into her ass. He was puzzled. Kalpana woke up to the sensation of something nudging on her behind. She didn't know what was happening as she was still half-asleep, but it didn't take long for her to realize that there was something pressed between her butt cheeks. The thickness and the shape was clearly that of a penis and since she was in bed with Nitin, it had to be his penis. Nitin's penis was between her butt cheeks; the realization made her tense up instantly. Her son's penis was in her ass. She couldn't believe it. As she tensed, her cheeks clinched and squeezed on the head of that penis. She froze in her place not knowing what to do. She didn't think he was doing it on purpose; after all, he was her son. There is no way a son would be poking his mother with his cock. It must have been accidental, as he seemed to be fast asleep. The problem was that his penis had wedged in so much that if she tried to pull away, it would wake him up. She didn't want him to wake up and find his mother's ass around his penis. What would he then think? She relaxed her body and pulled forward ever so slightly. The penis seemed to slide out easily. She kept pulling forward until it came out from between her cheeks and was free on its own. She breathed a sigh of relief as Nitin didn't wake up during all that. She couldn't believe they had entwined so much during their sleep that such a pose was achieved. She blamed herself mostly because it was her idea to get into bed with him, but what with the cold and all. She was only thankful that he was not aware of such a sexual contact between the two of them. What would he have thought? As she lay there thinking about the incident, she could clearly feel the pressure of his cock on the inside of her cheeks. Even though the penis was out, the pressure made it seem like it was still there. She couldn't help but wonder how big her boy had grown. Then she scolded herself for thinking that way. His penis had felt really warm. She scolded herself again when the thought passed through her mind that he had a one bar heater in case electricity went again. She finally got up and went to her own room. She locked the room from inside and then rubbed the place where his penis had pressed, as if to get rid of the feelings left behind. The sensation of that warm thing just wouldn't rub off. Nitin breathed a sigh of relief when his mother left. He was lucky he didn't get caught. He did wonder, though, what his mother must have thought but then from the way she had pulled herself away and gone to her own room made him think that may be she just considered it an accident. At one time he was awake and she was asleep. At other time, she was awake and he was asleep, even though Nitin was awake both times, but Kalpana thought otherwise. There was a common denominator to both incidents. His penis had been wedged in her ass. This changed things a little. It was no longer a mother in bed with her son. It was Kalpana in bed with Nitin with a penis. Nitin was no longer her innocent little boy. He was a man with a penis. She didn't know how to deal with the issue. She could no longer hug him or cuddle with him like she used to. He had a penis. It sounded a little ridiculous to her because she should have known, but up until now, she only thought of her boy as a penis-less boy. Now that there was a penis, things had to change. Things did change. She didn't want to get back into bed with him again. His penis would be there with him, and boy, was it hard. She scolded herself for thinking how hard his penis had felt. How warm it had felt. Then...she screamed at herself when she thought how nice it had felt. Shame on you, Kalpana, she said to herself. You are a disgrace to a mother's pure relationship with her son. You are thinking of him as if he was not born from your own womb. The difference between a man out of her own womb and that from someone else's womb was that the first could not enter her womb after coming out of it. That's why she panicked. The thought of Nitin entering her womb with his penis sent her running to the statue of her god and ask for forgiveness for such unholy thoughts. Nitin was going through similar thoughts. He couldn't help but remember the softness of her ass and the nice feelings he received when his penis slid out of it. It wasn't too much of a stretch to think what it would feel like to slide out of her other side. He couldn't stop himself from picturing his penis in his mother's pussy. Then he too ran to the statue of his god to ask forgiveness for his thoughts. Rainy nights came and rainy nights went. Kalpana did not dare go to his bed. They both endured freezing cold weather but they stayed away from each other. It wasn't he who stayed away. It was she who did not come to his bed as before. She was afraid of being in bed with his penis, lest it may come in contact with her again. He knew that she probably knew what he had done, that's why she was staying away. He felt even worst. Another dark and stormy night came to that Indian city and Kalpana had to come to his bed. The weather was just too cold to be sleeping in her own bed. They needed to be together to fight the low temperatures. Both were aware this time of the possibility of a sexual contact and both tried to stay away from making such a contact. Nitin being a young man with raging hormones couldn't stop the erection from coming. She couldn't help but think whether he was hard just by being in contact with her body. Both were thinking of the same thing. He was hard, he knew. Was he hard, she wanted to know. Nitin turned away from her and lay on his side. She didn't want to turn her back on him so she turned towards him. A mother's bosom is most sacred thing about her. Her bosom was on his back. He was terrified of the punishment he was going to receive from the gods because her bosom was causing fire to be ignited in his being. The softness of her breasts was wreaking havoc on his nerves. He was not only erect as a sword, he was horny as hell. Her breasts were feeling so good that he wanted to turn around and rub them all over his chest. She eventually fell asleep. He kept waiting for her breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, she was in deep sleep. He then gently turned towards her, placed his arm over her and moved into a hug position. His cock was preceding him by many inches. Way before his chest came in contact with hers, his penis came in contact with the front of her thighs. He quickly adjusted himself and touched his mother right between her thighs with his dick. She was sleeping, so he held her in his arm, both hugging slightly and his throbbing penis right on her pussy. He almost came with the realization that he was actually touching his mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, he was in his clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from cultural and religious perspective. Then came the urge. He placed his hand on her ass and pulled her inward as he pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge that he couldn't control. Once the cock was on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple as that. The pressure he applied on her cunt was strong and she woke up almost instantly, only to find her son pushing his penis into her. "Nitin," She called him. He continued pushing into her. "Nitin, wake up, Nitin, Nitin." She pulled his hand off of her butt and shook him. "Nitin, wake up." Nitin woke with a start. "Wha...what...what happened?" "I think you were having a dream of some sort." What else could it be? "Really," He sat straight up. "What was I doing?" "You were..." She had to think. What was she going to tell him? That he was pushing his dick into her pussy. How could she bring herself to even utter such nonsense. "You were convulsing." That's all she could manage to say. "Sorry, mom. I hope I didn't disturb you." She didn't say anything. She was too busy to calm herself down. Her son's dick was pushing on her pussy, God, what was happening? Was she so strong in her womanliness that even her own son was getting affected? Her body was causing her son to react in a sexual way, irrespective of the rightness or wrongness of the act. His dick was really between her pussy lips. The thin cotton material was not enough to stop it just at the outset. He had actually pushed past the meaty part of her pussy and had succeeded in parting it just the way he had parted her butt. She even felt the pressure on her clit. She gasped with the realization that it had actually felt good until she came to her full senses and realized that it was her son creating those good feelings. She decided that the best thing for her would be to never sleep in the same bed as Nitin again. She didn't want to temp him with her womanliness and make him react in a manner no son would dare to react. When she didn't come to Nitin's bed the next night, Nitin decided to go to her bed. She couldn't really say no, after having gone to his bed so many times. She opened her blanket for him but kept it tugged between the two of them to make sure there was no physical contact between them. He fell asleep soon and she breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that he was sound asleep and there was a thin wall between them, she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep herself. It was past midnight when Nitin lifted the wall and reached in to feel her. She was sound asleep and he could touch her without her waking up. Of course, the touch had to be gentle, but he managed to get his fill. First he rubbed his hands gently on her breasts and then on her belly. She didn't wake up. He even placed it on the mound between her thighs. She wasn't disturbed. He traced small lines on her pussy and watched her face. It twitched every now and then but she didn't open her eyes or anything. Reply With Quote #67 Old 23rd June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed Encouraged by her being so unaware of his moves and urged on by his throbbing dick and filled to the brim balls, he decided to do something even more serious. He reached in and undid the cord that was holding lower part of her dress around her waist. Once the cord was loosened, the loose dress opened up and allowed him to slide it enough to expose her pussy and some of her thighs. He then dropped his trousers to his knees and exposed his thick, long cock to the air. Slowly, gently, and methodically, he brought it closer and closer to her thighs. First he felt her hair tickling the tip of his cock. Then he felt the head touch the juncture where her thighs ended and her cunt began. He held it there for a while and slowly, slowly pressed it in. Once he was far enough in where he could feel her flesh around the head, he stopped and held it there. He held it there for a long time and then the urge took over yet once again. He started to move it forward and back slowly. She woke up as a result of his rocking motion. His eyes were closed and his middle was going back and forth slightly to make his cock press on her pussy. She waited for him to stop and when he didn't, she asked, "Nitin, what are you doing?" He didn't answer at first but continued his motion. Then he had to say something. "I am experiencing the pain of heaven." She pulled herself out of his reach. She said, "But, son, I am your mother." "I know, mom, but I can't help it." She turned over onto her back and started wiping her thighs with her scarf. They were really wet from all the liquid that had oozed out of him. He also turned over onto his back and with the blanket off of both of them, his hard, throbbing cock was suspended in the air in her full view. Her hands slowed considerably as she took that view in. He is quite big, she thought. His penis was still oozing liquid as a drop formed on the top and then rolled to the side. She had this instinct to reach over and wipe it clean, but it wasn't his runny nose anymore. It was something more sinister. That thing could have been inside of me, she visualized and shuddered at the thought. There was this slight chill that went up her spine and it was rather pleasant. His cock was smooth and soft, in a hard sort of way. It actually looked good with the youthful glow she had never before seen. She should have gotten up quickly and left, but she didn't. He was just lying there with his eyes closed, his cock swaying, and liquid rising from the little hole at the tip of it. She almost smiled when she thought of ants climbing out of a little ant-hole, just like the drops were just coming to the top and then sliding to the side. As she moved to leave, he asked, "Don't go, mom." "I have to, son," she replied and then left. She made a firm decision to never get into bed with him again. Next night he went to her again. He got into blanket with her and then gave her a soft hug. She didn't know what to say, so she just let him be with her. Before soon she felt it. His penis was pressing into the side of her thigh. "Son, I don't know what you have in mind, but I am still your mother. Nothing has changed from last night." "I know, but I can't help it. I seem to be under some magical spell." That could be, according to the cultural superstitions, but she didn't want to accept such an easy excuse. She said, "Son, our relationship is very pure. We can't be together in that way." "You are my Devi, mom. There is no denying. But I can't help feel this strongly about my goddess. You represent such a complete woman to me that I just want to be a man with you." She knew there was no arguing, so she stayed quiet. She still had his erection in her thigh. After a while she felt his hand on her left hip and then he turned her towards him. He is very strong, she thought. Once she was facing him, he positioned himself so that his penis was pressed between her thighs and right onto her pussy. She protested, "Son!" "It's okay, mom. We are fully clothed." They were fully clothed but she could feel his cock pressed right onto her mound and the clothes couldn't lessen the pressure. He is really, really, hard, she thought. His feelings about this are quite strong, she said to herself. She thought for a second of what harm was there in being just that way with him. At least he would get his wish. But then the pressure was on her clit as well and she felt a movement. She didn't like it; she didn't want to be aroused; not by her son. "I am sorry, Nitin. But we have to stop this." Why did she say we, she didn't know. It was he who had to stop it. Nitin relented after a long pause. Then he simply got out of the bed and left. She felt bad and she didn't want to feel bad. There was nothing else for her to do but to stop his advances. He was her son and that was that. Although, she could still feel the pressure of his cock on her pussy lips even though he had gone. She reached down between her legs and tried to rub the feelings away. Instead she ended up just holding her fingers on her clit, keeping the pressure alive. She was aroused, no doubt about that. There was a hard, really hard, live, big penis pressed on her pussy, only a short distance from her hole. That penis could have entered her and made her feel good. She knew that the penis would have felt good inside of her, only the penis belonged to her son and that was the problem. It was a nice penis though, nice and lithe. She couldn't help but admire it. She also couldn't help but imagine it inside of her. There was some pleasure in the thought, as well as the pleasure in having it pressed against her. Nitin was in his bed, frustrated and confused. It took a while to dawn on him that his mother didn't really fight him off and she didn't storm out or pull away violently. She actually cooperated, willingly or unwillingly, but cooperated nevertheless. A thought started to take shape in his mind. Sometime during the middle of the night, he went to her bed again, determined. He took his own blanket with him and his heater. He found her asleep, although she wasn't in deep sleep. He placed the heaters on each side, plugged them in, and waited for the red warmth to heat up his hands. Then he placed his blanket on top of her and spread it all over. She seemed to be unaware of it all. He got into bed with her and tucked the blankets in on both sides and towards their feet. She was still unaware of what he was doing. She seemed to be sleeping. Once settled properly, he reached around his waist and loosened his dhoti. Then he felt around her waist and found the cord of her Punjabi dress. He pulled it and loosed it as well. Then he slid his dhoti off enough to reveal his penis, which was perpetually hard and leaking, and then turned her towards him. She mumbled in protest but stayed semi-asleep. He reached in and slid her bottom dress off of her waist, down to her thighs, thus exposing her buttocks and her pussy. Once in position, he pushed his cock onto her cunt and positioned his head between her thighs, throbbing against her pussy lips. She woke up, so it seemed, and asked, "Nitin, why are you doing this?" "To keep warm," was his answer. She tried to pull away; he stopped her. She tried to pull her middle away from him; he put his hand on her butt and pulled her back in. She tried to push him away; she failed. Her every effort to get away from him was countered, until she stopped. "Nitin, this is not right. I am your mother and you are my son." "I know mom," was his answer. He started to caress her buttocks slowly. His hand covered the top cheek and then bottom one somewhat. He then started tracing the line between the two cheeks with his finger. She just let him, with an occasional half-hearted try to pull away, which he quickly thwarted. She could feel his liquid on her thighs and some even on her pussy lips. He was making her wet; and to horror of horrors, she was getting wet herself. She couldn't stop her physical response to having a penis knocking on her cunt. Her cunt started to lubricate itself, as if the penis was coming in. She didn't know what she was going to do if he tried to go that far, but she knew that she couldn't let him in no matter what. Only her pussy didn't care what her mind was planning; it was responding to the stimulation. His penis was stimulating her. It was throbbing so there was a bit of caressing, ever so slight, happening down there. His penis was warm, so the warmth was transferring down the medium and up her nerves. His penis was hard, so the energy of it was starting to arouse her. She was getting aroused despite her prayers to otherwise. She didn't want to like his penis and its hardness on her thighs and her pussy, but she did. She didn't want to get pleasure from his hands on her ass, but she couldn't help it. His hands were warm and her ass was full of goosebumps. His caresses were gentle and firm and were being felt all through her body. She noticed that his hand was moving down onto her thighs with each stroke and her dress was being slid down even further. Whether he was doing it on purpose, or whether it was happening naturally as a result of his strides, she couldn't tell. Her thighs reacted to his caresses the same way as her ass had. He kept his penis in one place but his hand was covering more and more territory. Thus they settled for the night, or so she thought. He was very patient and kept his moves limited so she relaxed, assured that he wasn't going to go any further. She was very wet though, as her pussy was getting drenched with her own juices. After a while he removed his dhoti, saying that it was bunching up under his body and making it uncomfortable. Then he started to slide her bottom dress off and lifted her one leg and then the other to remove it completely. Then he pushed her onto her back, put his hand between her thighs to separate them and then moved over and between her legs. Oh my God, it is happening, she screamed on the inside. My son is about to fuck me. What should I do? How can I stop him? He shouldn't be doing this. I am his mother, for God's sake. He positioned himself so that his body was leaning over her and his hands were placed around her shoulders. He was on all fours. He nudged her thigh to indicate that he wanted her to pull her knees up. "Nitin, what are you doing?" She had to ask. He didn't answer. Instead he got up into a kneeling position, placed his hands around her legs and lifted them up. She resisted and tried to keep them down but he insisted and raised them easily. "Nitin, please don't. This is not right." She protested and looked down towards the area where their bodies were meeting. His penis was hard and lurking above her pussy. She gasped at the sight, not so much at the size of it but at the beauty of it. He really has a nice cock, she thought in between her fears. He looked at her pussy and then reached with his one hand to touch her clit. She squirmed like he had touched her with a hot iron. "No Nitin. You are not supposed to be doing this." He placed his thumb on it and pressed on it lightly. "Oh, Bhagvan, help me please." She cried. He was very gentle. He rubbed on it for a few moments and then he traced across her cunt with his thumb. She cried with anguish, "No Nitin, please stop. Please don't do this." His thumb found her hole and paused. He pressed it downward until it started to enter her hole. She was really wet so it was sliding down with ease, but he didn't go in, only loitered around the opening. Then he brought his other hand down and pulled her pussy lips apart to see inside. He smiled when he saw the pink area around her opening. He then used his thumbs and forefingers to simultaneously squeeze and caress across the sides of her pussy. He was very gentle and she couldn't help but like the feel. Even though he was her son, still a man was caressing her pussy. There were certain instinctive nerve impulses that only reached one part of her brain; the one that felt sexually excited. She was sexually excited and at the same time her mind was at war with her body. She wasn't supposed to be excited, but she was. There was a tremendous amount of guilt with the huge wave of pleasure. What was it that he had said, she tried to think. He was experiencing the pain of heaven, yes that was it. Then she was experiencing the pleasure of hell, she analogized. Then the urge took over. He moved down on top of her and stretched his legs back. His cock was pointing threateningly down onto her mound. He moved back and forth while lowering his body right onto hers, until his dick made contact in the right area. It wasn't at her cunt but was in a very close proximity. His top was slightly above her clit and as he lowered himself on top of her, the soft, hard penis pressed on her puffed up clit. She yelled an unrecognizable word, almost like many word got jumbled up in her throat and came out as a mixed up sound. He moved down further and his penis traced on her pussy. "No, Nitin. Please no." She repeated her mantra. He reached between them and grabbed his shaft with one hand, rubbed it around until the head found the area between her lips and then moved it down until the tips wedged on top of the opening. There was electricity running through her body. His hard penis felt quite soft and gentle, for some strange reason. She was overwhelmed by the energy in his body and was almost choking with anticipation of the invasion that she so much didn't want. She did, however, for a millisecond thought of how good that beautiful penis would feel in her vagina and then became overwhelmed with guilt. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him off. "No, Nitin. Don't do this, please. Don't change our relationship. Stop what you are doing." Pressing on his chest couldn't stop his buttocks from applying pressure to his cock and as he nudged down a little, her wet and slippery opening betrayed her resolve to not let him in. He started to enter her with ease. "Noooo, Nitin. Noooo, son. Noooooo." He pressed down and the head made its way past her opening. He was so energized when her pussy closed around his head that he shoved it all the way in with one quick thrust. "Oh God, help me please." She cried. "Oh Bhagven, what has happened?" He reached under her and grabbed her shoulders. Then he slid his cock out slowly until it was about to exit and then shoved it down again. Up, in, up, in, until he developed a slow and forceful rhythm. Then he started to fuck his mother with the zeal of a rider on a galloping horse. "My son is fucking me, Lord. My son is having sex with me." She cried. "Help me, Lord. My son is putting his thing inside my thing." She couldn't stop him. Funny enough, the energy that she thought she was going to use to stop him didn't materialize. He was fucking her almost with the kind of ease that he would have had if she was a willing participant. He was pumping at a steady pace. He wasn't in a hurry, but at the same time he wasn't going easy on her. She was trembling against his thrusts. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Lord." She could only stutter. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could only manage to say those as his thrusts made all the other words go back in. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Nitin. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Son." He was started to say something as well. He was uttering, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." to her "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She clenched her teeth as the electricity became more focused. "Umph, umph, umph." Her young, strong, virile son was fucking her and there didn't seem to be an end to his thrusts. He wasn't out of breath or tired. He was just pumping and from the way he was doing it, it seemed like he could go on for a while. All she could do was to let him fuck her, and he fucked her good. His thrusts started to touch a part of her that was not so motherly, but very womanly. She couldn't believe that his beautiful penis was sliding in and out of her pussy. The way her pussy was reacting to it, it was almost like it was hungry for it; like it was waiting all this time for it. She couldn't think of his penis without thinking how beautiful it was. That beautiful penis was rubbing the inside of her vagina. That penis that was rubbing the inside of her vagina was a beautiful penis. To keep her mind off of the guilt, she started to focus on the beautiful penis and on her vagina around it. That then became her undoing. She felt her first spasm. She couldn't believe it. Her muscles were tightening. She was experiencing a wave of pleasure starting where his penis was rubbing and spreading outward like a tsunami. She couldn't believe it was happening to her with her son. She couldn't believe it was happening with so much ease. She bit her tongue trying to keep her screams in. She didn't want him to know that she was having an orgasm. Her body was not completely under her control so it was difficult to prevent her middle part from convulsing with pleasure. It was a sweet and sour feelings; more sweet than sour. She had to reach and grab his butt so she could at least better direct her spasms, convulsions, tremors, etc. "Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," she sang as he continued pumping. She noticed the beads of perspiration on his forehead and the trickles of sweat down his chest. He was reaching a critical point. So was she. She had to, even though she tried to stop herself from doing it, she had to jerk upward in response to his thrusts. She pulled hard on his buttocks as she stretched herself upward into him. It looked like she was trying to stop him from going so fast, but she was actually channelling her orgasm into his dick. Then it happened. She became helpless. She thrust into him uncontrollably and then held herself and her pussy tight into his pelvic bone. "Nitin, oh Nitin," she cried. "What have you done to me?" He was unable to continue thrusting, actually thankful that he could at least catch his breath. She said again, "Ooooh Nitin, Ooooooh Nitin. What have you done to me? What have you made me do?" He just held himself in place as she jerked a couple of times and then held herself in place against him. Her butt was above the bed and airborne. "Unhhh, unhhh, arrrrghhh, aaaaaa!" She screamed. "What have you done to me son?" With that, her body eased. He was still busy controlling his breath. Once she touched the bed again with her ass, he collapsed on top of her. She hugged him against her bosom. She held him tight. Her hands were on his back, drenched with his perspiration. Her legs tightly wound around his middle, holding him in place there as well. He was still hard and still fully embedded inside of her. "Nitin, speak to me, son. What have you done?" He tried but was still breathing too hard, so the words didn't come out. She held him against herself tight until he started to get a handle on himself. She just held him as he tried to come to a point where he could say something. "You feel so good, mom. I had no choice." "But son, this is not right." "I know, mom. But it feels so good, how can it be wrong?" "But...but..." "Don't you like it, mom?" She didn't expect that question. He repeated, "Don't you like it, mom? Don't you like me inside of you? Aren't you feeling as good as I am?" She didn't know what to say. She just listened to him. Once his breathing became calm, he slipped off of her and lay there next to her with his back on the bed, his face towards the ceiling, and his cock midair. She waited for her aftershocks to stop. He just lay there, reflective, maybe even remorseful. She didn't know what he was going to do next. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, or what she should do. She just lay there next to him. Waiting, waiting, and hoping. Nothing happened. Finally she decided to get up. He was lying next to her, still erect, still throbbing. His cock was really beautiful. She looked at it, planning to look away in case he saw her looking. He was staring at the ceiling, his hands folded under his neck. Reply With Quote #68 Old 23rd June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed It was that cock that had changed her from a mother to a woman. It was swaying gently, like the cobra in front of a snake charmer's flute. Only she was being charmed. Cobra was charming the charmer. The snake was mesmerizing the swaying musician. She sat up and fixed her long and beautiful hair with her hands. She tied the hair with a hairband and, to her and his surprise, got up and over him and straddled him. She reached down, grabbed his cock and directed it towards her hole. Slowly and steadily she impaled herself with it. She took his cock in, on purpose, and settled on top of him in a high and mighty pose. She removed her shirt and bared her motherhood to him. He was looking at her with a ton of surprise and a lot of joy. She started to move her body up and down, slowly, taking him out and then in. Out and then in. He was incredulous. She let that cock go as deep in her as possible and then lifted herself off of it as high as possible without letting it exit completely. After spending quite a bit of time doing that, she then leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. She started moving forward and bending his cock towards his stomach, until the top part of the head came out. Then she moved backward, using her pussy to pull his cock back in. This style of having sex was having an amazing affect on him as she could tell from the glazed look on his face. His mouth was agape and his lips were trembling, as he reached up and placed his hands firmly on his birthright, her breasts. The effects of her grinding his cock with that motion and his taking her softness in through his palms worked their magic and soon he started to thrust as well. She had to change her direction so as to keep that in and out motion smooth and hurdle free. He was coming, she could tell. His face was contorting in ways that could only be due to his muscles going haywire against the sensations his cock was spreading throughout his body. She had to move straight up and down to make sure that he didn't slip out at such a crucial moment. She waited for his release as his thrusts became more and more forceful. She could feel his cock enlarging inside of her and she could feel the pressure building. One hard thrust and he held her up above the bed, same as she had done it to him. Then another thrust and his hands grabbing her hips in panic. Then all hell broke loose. He was thrusting uncontrollably as he tried to hold her in place on top of his cock. He was literally screaming with pain as his ball pushed his sperm out, upward and into her. She actually felt the first shot; then she was not able to feel anything as he was grabbing her all around. He was shooting and he was trying to hold on to her for dear life. Once the storm subsided, she stayed on top of him keeping him down and subdued. After a long while, his colour returned to his face and she prostrated herself on top of him. He held her feather-light body on top of him and lay there with his eyes closed and his face showing tremendous pleasure and strain of that pleasure. She was the first to break the silence. She said, as she lay on top of him, his softening cock still inside of her, "I hope no one finds out what we have done." He just smiled. How on earth was anyone going to find out what they had done? His eyes were closing as he sensed her slide off of him and lie next to him, the back of her body snuggling into his front. 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It will be removed immediately. " Exbii A place with the coolest people you will probably never meet " Phenom II X6 1055T ||Gigabyte 880GM-UD2H ||1TB Seagate ||4GB DDR3 1333Mhz RAM ||Corsair cx450w ||CoolerMaster Elite430|msi gts450 cyclone ||Dell ST2220M LED || Reply With Quote #70 Old 23rd June 2012 braanpanty2008 braanpanty2008 is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 29th May 2012 Posts: 63 Rep Power: 4 Points: 122 braanpanty2008 is beginning to get noticed A Chance Happening It was one of those coincidences that only happen when stars are lined up on a very specific plane. There is no other way to explain it. I was at the back of our house, squeezed next to the air conditioner unit, doing something which wasn't really that important, when I heard my mother's voice coming through the small window in my parent's bathroom. Window was slightly open and I could hear my mother's muffled voice as she spoke to someone over her cellular phone. It was an amazing coincidence. She just happened to have her phone with her while using the toilet, which was a rare thing in itself, and I just happened to be within earshot to hear what she was saying. I really didn't want to hear her conversation but there are certain words that one just can't ignore, even if one tries to, especially when the words are coming from one's mother's mouth. My ears perked up when I heard my mother say: "You know, I don't even know anymore what a dick feels like. It's been that long." At first, I didn't believe that I even heard it right. Out of shear curiosity, I held my breath and listened carefully while trying very hard not to make any sound. There was a long pause as she just listened to someone on the other side, with occasional "huh", "yeah", and "I know" breaking the silence. Finally she spoke at length: "You know, I have tried all that, but it's no use. We've reached a point where sex is not a part of our routine." Holy shit! I exclaimed under my breath. My mother was complaining about her sex life. I didn't know who it was on the other end, but it must've been someone very close to her. That's why she was talking to that person so openly and comfortably. Another pause while she just listened. Then she spoke: "I don't know how to deal with it. Sometimes I am so horny, I can't even sleep, while he is snoring away like nothing is wrong." I had never associated the word "horny" with my mother. I had always seen her in such a clean and wholesome way that I never knew she had sexual urges like...like...well, like me. At the risk of sounding naïve, I honestly never associated sex with mom. She had always been a mother and never just a woman to me. I know that she and my father slept together, and in the back of my mind I knew they got intimate with each other, but I had just closed my mind to thinking that that intimacy actually meant sex. I never thought of my father "sexing" my mother, where my father actually inserted his dick into her pussy; the dick that she said she didn't know how it felt any more. Mother and pussy were two words that were never meant to be together for me. My mother was just a mother, pure and chaste. When her conversation implied that she had a pussy, and that that pussy was craving a dick, well, I didn't want to hear any more. I even forgot what I was doing, or why I happened to be there. I just wanted to get away from there and be as far away from my mother's voice as possible. Later when I saw her in the kitchen, I felt a little uncomfortable at being in her presence. I had this slight sense of guilt at being privy to her dilemma without her knowledge or consent. This guilt made me feel a little different about her. Knowing about her situation somehow made her look a little different as well. I couldn't really explain it, but the feelings were there nevertheless. When she came by the sitting room, I couldn't help but notice her legs. I really didn't want to but I did. Not only that, but my eyes jumped quickly to the region between her legs, the region where she hadn't felt a...well...you know! It didn't help that she was wearing jeans with her T-shirt tucked in. That made the part between her legs very visible--pronounced even! Her words echoed in my ears as I practically stared at her thighs. She was wearing her favorite jeans and the region where her thighs came together had a bit of a gap, thus highlighting...well...her pussy quite prominently. I had seen her in those jeans before but never did I see that gap through her legs or the triangular shaped contours. In hindsight, I probably didn't see any contours; only imagined them. It seems quite difficult to have seen them, considering her jeans were made from such thick material, but my mind was seeing her in a different light, to say the least. I felt a little jarred at being aware of her pussy so much. I had difficulty sleeping that night. After my mother and father retired to their room for the night, I kept imagining her under him, feeling that dick that she said she hadn't felt in a long time. I tried to shake the whole thing off my mind but it kept coming back. I kept seeing the region of her pants with that gap and my father's dick filling that gap. I felt very uncomfortable with my thoughts and I couldn't tell whether it was the fact that I kept seeing my mother's pussy-region that made me feel uncomfortable or the thoughts of my father fucking her. Next day I felt quite upset. My body language was quite noticeable, as even she asked me if I was feeling okay. She was wearing the same jeans but with a different, rather formfitting, T-shirt. For the first time in my adult life, I also noticed breasts on my mother. I couldn't believe she had such nice--and big--breasts. My breath came in such a strong burst at that realization that I felt a little disoriented. For the rest of the day, my mind kept jumping from that gap between her legs to those breasts, those nice--and big--breasts of hers. I kept hearing her words about not knowing anymore what a dick felt like and how she felt horny at times. I have to admit that the transition from seeing her as just a mother to seeing her as a woman, with breasts and other female parts, was too much. It was like a veil had been lifted and where there was only fog before, I saw a clear picture of a woman. I may have had certain thoughts buried deep in my psyche that jumped to the top of my mind when she mentioned her being horny. She became someone different and someone new to me. Where I would have had trouble looking at her breasts and the gap between her legs before, it became easy with each passing day to not only look, but to admire even, what I saw. I don't know if she noticed the change, but many a times I could have been caught easily. One late night as I was watching TV, I heard my mother's footsteps in the kitchen. I had expected her to be sleeping by then, but she wasn't. She came to where I was, with a glass of juice in her hand. "Can I watch some TV with you?" She asked as she sat on the smaller sofa, which was placed perpendicular to the big one where I was sitting. She was wearing a nightie, which meant that she had gone to bed and then gotten up. "Can't sleep?" I asked, as I remembered what she had said during her phone conversation about being so horny that she couldn't sleep. I wondered if that was her condition at that time; if she was really horny while she came to watch TV. My body tensed up at the realization that I was in the presence of a woman who may be in a state of arousal. As she sat there, sipping her drink, she seemed in no hurry to finish it and get back to her bed. I stole a few quick glances while her eyes were on the television. Her breasts were big and nice, as I had noticed before, but this time I also noticed how nice her legs were. Her nightie was long enough to reach slightly above her knees, but as she sat on the sofa, it pulled up some and revealed a bit of her thighs. May be it was late into the night, maybe the movie on TV was having an effect on me, but I liked the look of her thighs. They looked quite sexy. That was the word that came to my mind as we both sat there and watched TV, or in my case, at least tried to watch it. All I could see were her thighs and the thought that she may be horny kept running through my head. She sat there for quite a while. Eventually, she got up, exclaiming: "Well, I better go. It's late." I said nothing. After she got up, she came to me to say good night. Usually our good night is just a quick peck on the lips, as it was that night: a dry, light, and barely noticeable kiss. But, this time it had more significance for me because of all the other variables zooming in my brain. She was wearing a pleasant smelling perfume, which only exacerbated the situation. I felt quite warm. As I watched her turn away to go to her room, I noticed how the silky, soft material of her nightgown was following the contours of her curves. It was hugging the rise and fall of her butt, along with a slight dip between her two cheeks. That view completed her transition in my mind from a mother to a rather attractive woman. My mother is an attractive woman, I kept repeating to myself. Yet, she wasn't getting any! My father had a desirable woman in his bed every night, yet he didn't get the urge to do anything to her. I couldn't figure that out. I also couldn't figure out why my mother had become desirable all of a sudden. Well, it wasn't that sudden, but the fact that I was thinking of my mother as a desirable woman has to have some significance. Why was I finding her desirable? I know that it started with my awareness of her sexual desires, but I was her son after all, and that shouldn't have mattered much. Her desires were for someone else, not for me; definitely not for me. The only thing that I could think of was my own desires, and the awakening of my desires for her. Why was I then desiring her? Was I desiring her? I can't say. The fact that she was horny sometimes and the fact that she was not fulfilled sexually, made me feel something for her. Knowing that she was looking for sex but she couldn't get it from my father, put this thought in my mind that maybe I could help her. Her being my mother was a tremendous block and I couldn't really, openly, think of that happening, but there was somewhere in the back of my mind the thought, that at least I could entertain the idea. Being a man, that possibility, even if it was a fleeting one, made her desirable to me and that, as I've said before, was significant. I normally stay up late; a habit left over from my college days. The fact that I work the second shift at a local store meant that the habit became chronic. I usually spend time working on my computer, but ever since my newly acquired knowledge about my mother, and especially after that warmth I had recently felt, I found myself veering a lot towards the TV. I often found myself in the living room, subconsciously hoping to feel warm again. It took a while for my mom to notice my new routine. At first, she would only show up by chance and then sit a while with me watching something or other. Soon enough though, she started to join me on regular basis. She never sat too long though, but long enough to have some meaningful company. I guess she needed someone to acknowledge her presence. Her wishes of goodnight were sometimes verbal while other times she gave me a peck before leaving. The initial warmth that I had felt, kind of withered away as I became used to her pecks. There was no substance or any special meanings to those pecks. They were just a polite formality; a formality that I didn't much care for. I decided to go back to my old routine and spend time with my computer. Besides, late night TV wasn't as exciting as I remembered it to be. Only thing is, she wasn't aware of my decision to change back to my original routine. She noticed my absence from the living room on the very first day and came to check on me. "Are you not watching any TV tonight?" "No, I just wanted to finish this project." I made an excuse. "Oh!" She seemed a bit disappointed; at least that's what I thought. There wasn't much else to say, but she didn't want to leave yet, so she sat on the foot of my bed and started to flip through a magazine that I had on my table. I pretended to be busy, so she flipped quietly. After a long while, I heard her put the magazine away and get up. "I guess I'll turn in." I turned my chair towards her and said: "I am almost done. If you want, we can go to the TV room soon." "No, that's okay. You carry on." She replied as she came towards me. Now this part also has some significance. I may have been reading too much when I thought she seemed a bit disappointed at my absence from the TV room, but when she came to give me a goodnight kiss, there was some determination in her body language. I am very sure of that. It was as if she was making a point by making sure that there was a goodnight kiss and not just a verbal greeting. I leaned forward and waited for her to kiss me goodnight. Usually she just bends a little and touches my lips with hers. Her hands are usually held on her sides. That night, she actually put her right hand on my left shoulder as she kissed me. I decided not to make much of that gesture and excused it by reasoning that I was sitting on a chair instead of a sofa, thus causing her to place her hand on my shoulder for balance, but that kiss felt slightly different than usual, there was no doubt about that. It was just a hunch but I felt that she had been looking forward to our being together, to watching TV for a while, with someone to keep her company. She had become accustomed to our late night get-togethers and missed it when I wasn't there. I noticed her disappointment in her kiss--maybe. It was then that the idea came to my mind. If it was possible for her to make the kiss feel different, then was it possible for me to make it different as well, in another way. The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt about the prospect. Ever since I had heard her mention about her being horny, there was a slight fire that I felt burning in my brain, which I also felt in my body whenever she was around during those late nights. I knew from her cellphone conversation that sometimes she felt so sexually aroused that she couldn't sleep. I assumed that some of the late nights that she spent with me, she must have been in that state, not necessarily because of me, but in that state nevertheless. Assuming that she was in that state when she was with me, then would she look at me with desire, as I found myself looking at her? Was there then a similar fire in her heart, as there was one in mine? Was it possible to indirectly stoke that fire and make her at least feel different about me, as I was feeling different about her? Can I make here entertain the idea that may be I offered her some possibilities, even though it was just an idea and nothing more? There was no way for me to find these things out, I mean where does one even begin. Many times I thought I sensed a certain agitation in her, but almost always it was just a hunch. There was really no way to be certain. There was no way to even get a hint about how she felt. Her kiss did betray some of her feelings, but they had nothing to do with what I wanted to know. Sure she may have been disappointed when I wasn't there to be with her, but that was a psychological issue. She liked my company and she could feel disappointed even when her son was not there to be with her. I wanted her to be disappointed for some other reason. Maybe, in a platonic sort of way, I was fulfilling a need, not as a son, but as a man. I wanted to know that. I wanted to feel that there was some possibility of a physical need being filled, even if we were to never act on it. Now, all of a sudden, I saw an opportunity to at least "test the waters", so to speak. If I could, somehow, make my kiss feel different to her, give her a hint of some sort, make her feel something different, stroke even one nerve in a way a man--and not a son--would, then at least I could measure the possibility of something. I thought about it for a long, long while that night and worked out the details of how I could introduce some substance to our goodnight pecks. As I looked at the prospect from different angles, my excitement started to reach a fever pitch. On the one hand, I felt very stimulated by the thoughts of what would happen when I were to carry out my plan. On the other, I felt a great fear of my plan backfiring on me. She could react either in a positive way, giving me a response that would stoke the fire a little more, or in a negative way, thus permanently closing all doors on any possibility that may never have existed. The plan was very simple. I was taking my cue from her subtle reaction and wanted to sort of experiment with it in my own way. It may even sound stupid but I felt that my plan provided me that one needle in this humongous haystack that I was looking for. All of our goodnight kisses usually were dry, light, and barely noticeable touches of the lips, as I mentioned before. What if--I asked myself repeatedly--what if they were not so dry? I couldn't really press my lips onto hers, as that would be against the social norms, but what if my lips were not dry? What if she were to feel the wetness? How would she react then? Would she react then?! The more I planned for it to happen, the more agitated I became. So much so that I couldn't sleep that night, just wondering about the possible reactions I would get from her. I made sure I was in front of that TV the following night. She came, as I had expected that she would come and probably be a little excited to see me there. She didn't show it though, which made me think twice about my plan, but I stuck to it. As usual, we watched TV for a while and then she finally said: "Well, I better go. It's late." "Ok." I replied as I quickly licked my lips. She wasn't looking at me when I did that. I licked again a couple of times to make sure they were fairly wet. I didn't want to be slobbering, but I wanted them to be wet enough for her to feel the wetness. I then braced myself for her reaction. My heart was pounding as she made her way to my sofa. I leaned a little forward to make it easy for her to reach my lips. I had to breathe through my mouth to steady myself. I felt my lips getting dry as a result. I don't know if she noticed when I darted my tongue out again quickly to wet them once more, just before our contact. I actually closed my eyes when her lips touched mine. My face was flush and burning hot with excitement. I even held my breath so she wouldn't feel it on her face with so much force. The wetness on my lips enhanced the sensation of our touch. It was not our usual, barely noticeable, touching of the lips. That touch was quite noticeable to me, as I am sure it must have been to her. She whispered good night and turned around to go to her room. There was no noticeable reaction from her, even though I am sure she went away with some of my wetness. There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could put my finger on. It seemed like our kiss was just a routine kiss to her. There was nothing different. I had wanted it to be different, hoping for her to notice the difference, but she didn't. It was now my turn to feel disappointed. As high as I had felt before, I hit an even harder low. I had expected either a positive or a negative reaction. As I lay in my bed that night, I felt tired, emotionally exhausted, and very disappointed. I would have settled easily for a negative reaction. I didn't know how to respond to a "no reaction". While I moped in bed, trying to fall asleep, I couldn't help but notice a slight erection that I had developed due to my excitement, despite the disappointment. My disappointment stayed with me throughout the next day. There was also a lot of guilt and a lot of shame that accompanied it. What I had done was wrong, somehow, and I felt bad for having done it. When the time came for our so called get-together the following night, I almost didn't go. I probably would have stayed in my room, if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't want her to come to my room. It seemed more sensible just to go out into the TV room and face whatever music that I had made for myself.