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 She was nearing her end and so was I.  I mercilessly squeezed her breasts,
dug my teeth on her fleshy shoulders and changed gears to a maddening pace.


   'Ouuu....uuf!  meri jan he le loge kya!' (you are killing me.).  I was
just there when she arched her back and let out a scream
'Aaii...iiiiyeeeee...maa'..  Worried about someone hearing it I jammed my
mouth on hers.

   I was there too, I got that knotted sensation, which one feels for just
a second before squirting.  But for me it prolonged and I desperate to
release pounded her vagina like there is no tomorrow.  She wrapped her
thighs around my buts and held me.  That is when I achieved my release.  I
squirted and squirted and continued with long hard strokes, holding my
penis a little longer inside to fill her up.

   Her body raked with a series of violent rigors, she kept humping her
hips back on to me.  We went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity
and then as suddenly it had risen it calmed with her slumping lifelessly
and me on top of her with my penis still inside her.  I felt my penis was
swimming in a pool of slush.

   Storm passed and we lay like that for a long time.  She gently brought
her mouth closer to my neck and lightly nibbled giving me a ticklish loving
feeling.  She caressed my butts lovingly scraping nails through the crack
of my bums.  She roamed her hand on my rear side, from shoulders to bums
for a long time.  I almost dozed off.

   I sensed her moving under me, she shifted and tried to turn to her
right. I slid from atop her and laid on my left facing her.  I opened my
eyes and found her looking straight with tear filled eyes.

   She hugged me close hid my face between her ample bosom and said,'kaise
ho gaya yeh sab beta, tune to mar he dala mujhe chinu.  Ab kya hoga.'(how
did this happen, chinu you took my life away son what will happen now). 
Freed from that maddening desire and meeting head on with the reality, I
did not have a clue to answer.  I was equally confused and worried, if not
any more, but did not have the courage to hold a conversation.  So I just
wrapped my arms around her and snuggled close, kissed between her breasts
and slept like baby feeling secure around her mother.

   I woke up don't know why, long before it was light but remained in the
bed thinking about the tumultuous events of last night.  I was not able to
hold on to a line of thought; I was going through a mental chaos.  Guilt
was overpowering yet I couldn't deny that pleasure too was something t I
never felt before.  I confessed to myself that it was me who forced her on
a path of debauchery; I made her commit a sin unthinkable in the society,
she had no part in the act.

   I dosed off trying to sort out the intermingled lines of my thought and
woke up to shaking of the bed.  I was lying facing the window, with my back
towards amma.  By the movements I sensed that she is trying to sit up.  Mom
switched on the bed side lamp and I saw her, in the mirror on the wall,
sitting with her back on the headboard holding her hands on to her face.  I
saw tears streaming down her cheek.  In between her sobs she was chanting
Oh Lord!  Oh My God!  and truly so.  What happened was quite out of
ordinary.

   I felt terrible.  Not having a clue as to how I shall react I stayed
still.  I looked up again into the mirror and LO!  Once again, animal in me
started to raise its head.  This time I was greeted with view of her ample
bosom, just above the nipples.  God it was a site to behold.  I played with
those globes just few hours back, but seeing them in light was different.

   When she was holding her hands on to her face, her arms obscured the
view, but as she wiped her eyes and let arms drop to sides her magnificent
bust came into my view.  They were swollen like they are still full and
were round in shape.  Surprisingly, her breasts did not sag a lot and
retained their shape.  Her breasts were in no way like what most Indian
women of her age have.  They are big & shapely and held their shape ,
though without bra, they still formed a delightful cleavage.

   I was soaking the view.  Mom sitting with her head thrown back, her
beautiful neck stretched her breasts heaving slightly due to her hard
breathing was a picture that I will carry to my funeral.  Her bare rounded
shoulders her raised chin GOD ALMIGHTY!  Everything was sooooooo...o very
perfect.

   Then she raised her arm to the back of her head, sat upright and started
to tie her hair.  She looked at me, and didn't I see her smile?  Yes she
was smiling looking at me.  I was engrossed in the million dollar smile
when I felt her hand on my shaved head.  She lovingly ran her fingers on my
scalp, caressed my cheek and I heard her say 'yeh tuney kya kar dala mere
bachche'(Why have you made me do this my darling ).

   In the mirror I saw her leaning on to me.  I closed my eyes and laid
still feigning sleep.  I felt her hot breath on my neck.  She placed her
lips on my left temple and held it there for a long time.  All this while,
she kept on caressing my bald head.

   Bed jostled and shook by her weight and suggested that she is making a
move, I opened my eyes to see but she had already left the bed and moved
out of my vision.

   I strained to listen, to get a fix on her location.  I heard the
bathroom door open and close.  Relieved that she had gone inside the
bathroom I opened my eyes and was about to turn when she suddenly appeared
before me.

   I hurriedly closed my eyes and then opened slightly to see.  She walked
on my side of the bed and picked her night dress that I threw last night.
Holding the garment to her chest she went and stood before the mirror
looking at her naked form with her back towards me.

   Sight was maddening, mom in her full naked glory.  I had her back
directly in front and saw her front in the mirror.  She tossed the garment
on the bed and looked at her self.  She turned sideways and looked into the
mirror over her shoulder.  She repeated the move to appreciate her left and
right profile.  Then brought her hands over her breasts, held them from
underneath, lifted them slightly and jiggled a bit.  OH MY!  almost came
under the sheet.  She kept on lovingly caressing and admiring her body,
probably feeling proud, that she still got the charms to entice and enamour
some one as young as her own son.

   She backed up looking at the mirror attempting to get her full body in
the mirror.  She backed up closer to me, close enough for me to enjoy her
erotic aroma.  Fragrances of her body were a mix of her sweat and her body
fluids and it was intoxicating.

   Day light permeated the room, through thick drapes giving her body a
divine glow.  For few seconds I just forgot the world around and kept
looking at my deity.  I admired back of her legs and thighs, they were
spotlessly fair, fleshy and appeared soft.  Her arse flared below her waist
with ample cheeks that jiggled and jostled with every motion.

   I noticed that her pudendum is big and protruded out.  Her Pussy was
thick and appeared to have been pushed out, pink of her clitoris barely
visible between her immensely thick labia.  Her mound was big and rising;
projection of her swollen mound was so very erotic.  Her pussy was equally
fair as the area around, which is quite unusual, as mostly vagina of even
fairer women are some what darker in colour.  God mom is an unusual woman I
came to realise.

   I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of
Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself .
Her body was everything man ever dreamt of.  Soft flowing curves, tall
stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a
man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in
those porn sites.  Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little
but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

   I was lost, appreciating her carnatic avatar, when she bent to pick her
discarded night dress from the bed.  As she bent her buttocks tightened and
her crack parted little giving me a flash of her pussy from behind.  My
dick was full mast by now and I desperately wanted a release.  I was about
to getup and make love to her right then and there.  However, before I
could bring my thought to a conclusion she slipped her dress over her head
and walked away

   Bathroom door closed but, I waited till I heard water running.  I got up
and dressed in my shorts and T-shirt.  Dressed and mom out of site the
reality fell on me.  My mind was getting numb thinking and swinging between
my desire and morality.  I just shook the thoughts away and opened the door
to get the morning paper from the basket.  I ordered breakfast and sat down
giving a cursory look on the headlines.  Weather man said that cold wave
continues over north and surprisingly I wasn't elated.  Thought of getting
stranded was not as pleasuring as it was just a night before and I wondered
why.  Then I realized that this coldness that has crept between me and mom
after that fiery lovemaking is too much to bear and I wanted to end it.

   Bathroom opened and mom came out in just her bra and petticoat.  With
out acknowledging my presence, she went to the luggage rack and pulled out
a saree from her suitcase, she stood still for a while and then put the
saree back and pulled out a long lose linen kurta(A garment like that of a
lose fitting shirt with lose wide sleeves, worn by men and women alike) and
a lose flannel pyjamas.  I seldom saw her wearing it at home, except for
when she is carrying bed tea for her and papa in the morning.  Her tall
form looked majestic and overpowering.  I didn't have the courage to look
up to her so observed her slyly through the corner of my eyes.

   Suddenly this tension became overpowering and I got up and rushed to the
bathroom.  Inside the bathroom I realised that my dick has shrunk and I
wasn't feeling aroused anymore.  Unable to sort out my state of mind I went
about my business.  I heard her calling room service and asking for morning
paper and some magazines in Hindi.  (She just knows passable English).  I
entered the bath and let chilly water flow down my body till I was
shivering and numb.

   Got dressed in fresh pair of shorts and T and stepped out.  Breakfast
was there and mom was poring tea.  Unsure of my own self I called up
housekeeping for laundry service and sat down on recliner by the window.  I
moved the drapes a to get a glimpse outside.  Our room was overlooking the
pool.  I listlessly watched kids splashing.

   When called by mom to join, I sat across her and looked straight into
her eyes.  She avoided my gaze and pushed a plate of sandwiches towards me.
I took it and started eating.  All along the breakfast when ever I tried to
look into her to find out about her point of view, she avoided eye contact.
But I had this eerie feeling that when I am not watching she was looking at
me.  Breakfast ended at the same tense note at which it started.

   Just as I was leaving the table laundry man arrived I gave him the bag
and asked, 'Amma do you have some thing more to get laundered?'

   'No' was all she said and just as he was to leave she came and dug in to
her suitcase, pulled out two nightie and stuffed in the bag.

   Just as the laundry man left the room cleaning maid arrived, I was
relieved that I now will get a little more time to sort out my next course
of action.

   Maid went about her business quietly.  After she was done vacuuming the
room she got a fresh pair of sheets from the trolley and pulled the soiled
ones off the bed.  I was looking at her casually when I noticed she raised
a large stained spot to her nose.  I just turned the other way and was
embarrassed to hell.  I kept looking down at the pool when I heard her say
something to mother in Kannada (vernacular language).  I turned to look at
her when I heard her say in broken Hindi and in low tone 'May lord Ayappa
blesses you both with many such nights' saying this she raised the soiled
sheet to show my mother that big stain.  Mom got scared, she thought that
maid understood what happened preceding night, the immediately got up
pulled a 500 Rupee note and gave her, trying to oblige her so that she
stays quiet and doesn't discuss amongst her co-workers.  She raised the
note to her forehead and said 'may you both be blessed' and left.

   Mom turned towards me and was flushed beet red from ear to ear. 
Throwing everything to air I rushed to her and held her by her shoulders.
She looked up into my eyes and then lowered her gaze to the floor.  I
hugged her tight and she sobbed.  I couldn't speak any word of consolation,
as there were none, just held her to my heart.

   I walked her to the bed and made her sit down with her back resting on
the head board and sat before her.  I couldn't look into her straight. 
'Why did you do this to me, were you harbouring lust for a long time and
waiting for a chance or my behaviour triggered the catastrophe?'

   I kept looking the other way , she reached for my shoulder and turned me
to face her 'tell me son a lot needs to be talked about what happened last
night?' Bugged by my silence she shook me violently 'Talk to me son,
please, I am devastated, it affects us both?'

   'Amma, I never thought of you as a sexual being till the evening you
were having shower and asked for your nightdress....' I told her entire
story of my slide from virtues.  Coming to know the reason she got on to a
self condemning trip and started weeping.

   'Amma site was a trigger no doubt, but you cannot hold your self guilty
for whatever happened.  You did try to avoid but you too are human and
succumbed to the desires of your body.'

   With a sigh she continued ' Chinu a moment of weakness has made me lose
everything.  Oh God!  How could I let this happen' she lamented between her
sobs.  'I lost my stature in the eyes of my own son.  I am not the person
you revered and respected, from this day onwards, to you I am a wanton
women who couldn't keep her legs together even at this age.'

   'Amma please, I love you even more, and you must understand love cannot
exist without respect.  You have turned into a Deity, to whom I shall offer
my respect, love and if the need be life.  I wasn't looking forward to have
carnal relations with my own mother, it happened nevertheless.  It was
destiny, we may take it the way it comes or would be dragged into it
kicking and crying, whichever way but rest assured destiny will take its
course.'

   She stopped weeping, looked at me with a surprised look 'Are you trying
to convince me that whatever happened was right and We should continue with
this act of sin hiding behind the destiny and justify our carnal desire?'

   'Amma it is not for me or you to judge whether it was right or wrong. 
It just happened and I do not feel even a wisp of regret or disappointment.
Look at yourself, you too tried to resist but some how as your conscious
self was pushed aside by something deep down inside, you rode the wave to
your own fulfilment.  Amma accept it or not but you too had a void which
you in your conscious state of mind did not know existed.'

   'Amma look into my eyes and tell me you hate me for happened and that
you do not want it to continue.  Swear by me amma and I will never ever
bother you.  However I will keep your image in my soul as my carnal deity
yet would never ask you for sexual favours.  Tell me amma.' I myself wept
without knowing.

   She looked at me with those big deep eyes and murmured 'Oh!  My God!'
she continued to look at me in a trance like state, as if she was looking
beyond my physical self.  I left my place to sit next to her.  She scooted,
to accommodate me, I put my arm around her and pulled her to me.  She
rested her head on my shoulder and snaked her arm across my chest to hold
me.  As I caressed her face she let out a moan and tried to bury her face
in me.  She stopped sobbing and just clung to me.

   I sat holding her for a long time enjoying the bliss.  I was feeling
what I never felt before.  It wasn't lust, wasn't love either, till date I
couldn't fathom what was it.  It was something divine, there wasn't any
confusion of guilt and desire anymore, things were crystal clear to me that
I now have a divine duty to worship and love Amma.

   I felt being carried into the relationship with every other aspect of
our worldly relation seizing to exist, yet, the respect and her stature as
mother stayed.  Holding her to me and feeling her breasts pressing into my
sides did give me an erotic feeling and I was aroused but the feeling of
her being my mother was there too.  I will be in the similar physical state
with any other women but the emotional feelings I felt would never be
there. It is difficult to sort it out but one thing was for sure that I
never felt the same for any other human.

   I am going to love and worship this Goddess in the form of my mother and
not in any other form.

   I brushed her lips with my thumb and felt her lips quiver to my touch, I
gently pried open her lower lip and pushed little of my thumb to her. 
Amazingly her upper lip closed on my thumb in attempt to a passive kiss.

   I held her chin and lifted it up, now she was looking straight into my
eyes with her lips partly open in anticipation of my next move.  I did not
shy away from her gaze and looking directly into her lowered my mouth on
hers.

   She shivered at the first touch, and as I snaked my tongue in to her
mouth she welcomed me inside without hesitation and tightened her hold on
me.  We kept kissing she did not resist , she was not duelling boldly
though.  She coyly toyed with my lips with her tongue and sometimes just
gently held my lower lip between hers.

   This game of coy loving and kissing continued till I started to undo
buttons of her Kurta (a lose fitting shirt).  She froze; every muscle in
her body came taut.  I left my hands where they were, on top of her
breasts, and waited.  After few moments I felt her relaxing, just a bit,
then I undid her buttons quickly and started to caress top of her breasts
with my fingertips.

   She tightened her hold on my shoulders and snaked her right arm behind
my back to hold me in a hug.

   I let my hand go down her front, gently fondling and caressing her
breasts.  Feel of fine linen of her Kurta was doubling the pleasure.  I
reached for her soft belly and caressed it, toying with her belly button
from above the garment.  Then I went further down to reach inside the
garment from below.  It was stuck under her arse, I tugged twice but to no
avail, she gently raised her hips to facilitate my moves.  As she rose I
bunched the garment free from underneath and pushed my hands under.  As my
fingers touched her naked flesh she shivered and let out a moan and a long
hiss.  I played my fingers on her soft smooth belly and teased her belly
button.  I kept moving my hand upwards till it touched her mounds.

   Once again her body stiffened yet there was no resistance, neither
active nor passive, her moans and hisses were only sound she made and her
hold on me remained tight and snug.  I moved my hands on top of her bra
clad breasts and gently squeezed each one of them.  Encased in a cotton bra
they were taut and felt heavy.

   I kissed her full on her mouth and pushed my tongue inside and at the
same time reached for her back and snapped the hooks open in a swift move.
She gasped but continued playing with my tongue.

   I brought my hands forward, freed her mounds and started to squeeze and
caress them.  I gently held her nipple between my thumb and index finger
and gave it a soft rub.  She let out an oh...maa!  and sank lower till she
was on her back with her shoulders resting high on piled pillows.  I
scooted to lie next to her propped on my elbow.  I was looking into her
face our eyes met and she closed hers.

   I tried taking off her Kurta, she held her hands up to release the
sleeves.  As I pulled it off over her head she crossed her arms across her
chest to hide her wondrous mounds.  I moved on to kiss her and at the same
time pried her arms away to access her tits.  I started to knead and
squeeze and it was like as if I am just not getting enough.  I went on to
swirl my tongue around her areola and flip her big nipples.  As I touched
her nips a long hiss escaped her lips and she put her arms around me.

   Now we were like eternal lovers, her hesitation and shame had been
pushed past and she started to reciprocate in subtle moves.  It heightened
the pleasure of lovemaking.  She was behaving like a nubile girl being
touched for the first time.

   I held both her tits in hand and gave them a hard squeeze, she squealed
and opened her eyes to find me looking straight into her, holding my head
she pulled me to her face and kissed me full snaking her tongue inside.  We
were now kissing passionately with a hunger that none of us knew before. 
She kissed my cheek and forehead then returned to my lips with a vigor. 
She hungrily lapped and licked my lips.

   I moved my hand on to her naked belly and traversed it down till the top
of her pyjamas.  Slipped my fingers just a bit, past the elastic band and
raised myself to look at her.  She looked at me calmly with an impassive
face.  I started to push my hand further down inside and expressions
flashed across her face in series, from worry to bewilderment and so on. 
As my hand reached top of her vagina she bit her lower lip and turned her
face away from me.  With my other hand I forced her straight and gently
proceeded to cup her mound.

   She had her eyes closed shut , 'Amma look at me' she didn't .  I
squeezed her pussy hard 'amma please' she opened her eyes and looked
piercingly with her deep eyes carrying an expression of desire.  I started
to caress and run my finger along the length of her slit.  She bit her lip,
squirmed raised her chin and loosened her thighs subtly.  I slipped my
middle finger in her flowing wet pussy.

   'ooo...oofff....Maa!' she threw her arms around me and roughly pulled me
for a violent hungry kiss.  At the same time I felt her gently moving her
thighs wider, I pushed deeper into her, ring finger joined middle inside,
and I commenced a slow and long in-out motion.

   She bit my lips sucked my tongue in and ran her tongue along my mouth. I
moved on to caress and suckle on her erect nips.  I felt them hard and
rubbery between my lips.

   Continuing to manipulate her pussy with my fingers I moved down to run
my tongue across her belly.  I gave her light loving bites all across her
soft ample belly.  She oooo...hhed!  And aaa...hed!  And Hisss...ssed! 
every time I nibbled on her soft quivering flesh.

   I pulled out my fingers and drew the hand out to hold her pyjama top and
tried to push it down.  I could only move a little when realised that I
couldn't possibly take it off, unless she raise her arse.  I swirl tongue
around in her navel and started to trace down, and at the same time tried
to free pyjamas from underneath her arse.  She squirmed and wriggled to
allow passage of pyjamas from underneath.

   Once freed, flannel smoothly went down till knees.  Leaving it there I
scooted up to lie level with her.  I propped me on elbow and looked at her.
Her eyes were glazed, they were calm and deep.  She did not avoid my gaze
and smiled coyly or rather there was just a hint of smile.  She reached
with both hands, for my T-shirt and pulled it off.  Now her hands were
roaming freely over my naked back, from shoulders to top of my bums. 
Looking into her dreamy eyes I reached out to caress her mound again.  This
time she didn't flinch at my touch and kept looking at me.

   I pierced her pussy with middle and ring finger and started to play with
her engorged clit with thumb.

   Amma bit her lips, arched her back 'Oooo....ooooohhh!  Chinu bardasht
nahin ho raha hai, itni door le aye ho ki ab vapas nahin laut sakti.  Prem
ya vasna, farq bahut kam hota hai mere bête mujhe swayam apne hi bhaw ka
bhan nahin hai tum apne ko samjho.  Agar sab unmad hi hai to tumhein meri
saugandh, yeh akhiri bar hi hoga.  Beta mujhe aur niche mat girana.'(Chinu
cannot take it anymore, son I have come too far to turn back.  Love or
lust, to differentiate is not easy, I am not sure of my own feelings my
dear, you figure out yours.  If it is lust, swear by me, your mother,
you'll take me for the last time, do not let me fall further down in the
crevasse of debauchery.)

   'Amma what is it I cannot fathom, however I feel it is neither.  It is
divine worship.  You suffered pain to bring my form in this World, and I am
following my divine duty to serve you pleasure.  Amma I do not have to
preach you Hindu theology.  Shivling is Phalus in Vagina and is synonymous
to genesis of this creation.  Amma I am offering you mine to complete the
circle, coming back to the very point of my origin.  Oh!  My beloved mother
take me in as you had brought me into this world.'(Ye kya hai yeh to main
bhi nahin janta Amma, sambhavtah yeh prem aur vasna mein se kuch bhi nahin
hai.  Yeh to Upasna hai.  Ab main aapko Hindu Darshan par vyakhyan to nahin
de sakta, boliye shivling kya hai, Ling aur yoni ka samagam hi to hai, jo
ki srishti ki rachna ka adhar hai)

   'Tell me amma, you call it an act of sin, so am I to think that every
living creature on this planet is an out come of sinful act committed by
their parents.  Why do we rejoice birth of a baby, is it wrath of Gods or
God's gift to the mankind.  Oh no do not come up with your logic of who has
been given the right to bed whom.  Papa whom you never knew before marriage
rightfully took you to bed and made love to you, mind you maa, "made love".
Some body you never loved before has the right to love you, and your own
flesh & blood 'me' is forbidden.  Why amma, why?  You may not have an
answer to it.  But I am not feeling guilty of sin, rather feeling divine,
loving you.'( Boliye Amma, kya sansar ke sabhi prani apne mata pita ke pap
ka phal hain.  Bachche ke janm par khushiyan kyon, santan pap ka phal hai
ya Parmatma ka vardan.  Pita ji jinhein aapne vivah ke pahle na dekha that
na hi prem kiya tha.  Who aapke sath sambhog kar sakte hain, unka aapke
sath yaun sambandh ho sakta hai to phir aapke apne shareer se hi utpann
apki santan ka prem shareer par akar paap kyun ho jata hai)

   'Ooof Beta kuch hi ghanto mein darshnik hogaye.'(Where was your
knowledge darling, in few hours you turned into a Philosopher, truly said
Men have their brains between their legs) she quipped with a sly smile and
pulled me to her for a kiss.

   I hooked my toe in the band of her pyjama and pushed it all the way
down. She completed the job by getting rid of it using her feet.  Now I got
my beloved mother stark naked in my arms.  Strangely there was no rush of
madness, no animalistic passion I was going about the business with a calm
desire.  I was surprised of my own restrain.  Suddenly I wanted to see her;
I wanted to see her entire self, not just the part closer to me.

   I got up and stood by the side of the bed and looked at her.

   She hurriedly tried to cover herself; I bent down to stop her 'Amma let
me soak in your image in the form of Rati.  Please do not deprive me of the
blessed sight.' Listening to my plea she relaxed, she struck me a pose,
bent her knees twisted her body from waist above with her hands stretching
out.  My God she looked gorgeously sexy, like lady straight from the
carvings of Khajuraho, and her smile had almost made me come straight away.


   I shed my shorts and re-took my position beside her.  Snaked my arm from
underneath her neck and pulled her closer to kiss her.  She responded
openheartedly and pushed her tongue inside, her hands were roaming freely
on my naked back, traversing from shoulders to my naked bums.  She ran her
fingers along the crack of my arse with a slight pressure pushing little
between the cheeks.  She caressed and squeezed and scratched which send me
high up in heavens.  Now that guilt and taboo nature of our relationship is
left way behind, it was so fulfilling that I could have just stayed like
that entire day without making love.  Time stopped for me, I did not want
this moment to pass.

   I took her hand and guided her to my engorged penis, she touched it
gingerly at first and then loosely held the shaft.  After what seemed like
an era to me, she started to palm and caress my balls.  I raised my self
and looked at her, 'Mujhe garv hai ki tum mere hi sharer se utpann ho'(You
are of my flesh & blood, and I am proud of you) she said while running her
hand along the length of my penis.  She gave it a hard squeeze and pulled
me between her breasts.

   Taking the cue to raise the game to next level, I slithered down to
position my face between her magnificent thighs, ready to take plunge in
her honey pot.

   She stopped me, ' Chinu aaj anand ka samay nahin hai, aaj beta mujhe laj
aur snsarikta ki iss durgam nadi ke par le chalo,anand ke avsar to aur bhi
ayenge.  Aaj mujhe baha ke le chal beta isse pahele ki mera sahas toot
jaye'

   (Chinu Just break on through to the other side with me my darling son,
before I lose the courage to come along.  There will be time for enjoying
each other in future, right now just let me ride on.)

   I curbed my desire to dip my tongue into her and slid over to kneel
between her thighs.  She widened her thighs allowing me ample space to
position myself for penetration.  I held my penis and started rubbing it
along her pussy in slow deliberate moves, putting just enough pressure to
slide between her labia and tease her clit.  She arched her back and let
out a moan and a hiss every time penis rubbed her clitoris.

   'Hey Maa is alaukik sansarg ki anumati maang raha hun, mujhe, apne putra
ko apni yoni mein swikar karo, Maa.(O my mother I seek your blessing for
this divine copulation, welcome me in your depths, from where I came and to
where I want to arrive ) Keeping hands on her either side I looked into her
eyes twinkling with pleasure and a hint of tears.

   'Aao mera upbhog karo beta, tumahari maa tumhara swagat karti hai. 
Parantu tumko saugandh hai apne uttardayitva aur maryada ka palan karane
ki. (Come O my son your mother, I ,offer you my body and soul to consume
but you have to promise that you will follow your duty and respect the
boundaries of our love.) Saying this she held my penis and placed it at the
opening of her pussy.  With slight movement of her hips she urged me to
push.

   I backed to kneel again between her thighs and watched penis slowly
disappearing into her depths, I saw her labia stretching to accommodate and
her engorged clit quivering.  Feeling was too good to bear, I pulled out
all the way and holding her waist pushed it all the way in one smooth
stroke.

   Amma gasped and let out a long moan.  I looked up at her, I saw her
biting her lips and arching her back but to my surprise her eyes were
locked on to mine.  She kept looking at me and then raised her arms,
beckoning me to lie on her.  I sunk into her arms, put my lips on hers and
probed my tongue inside, which she welcomed and started to suck on it.  I
stayed still feeling wet warmth of her pussy, all my senses were
concentrated on my penis.

   After a while I started to move, not exactly intending to saw into her
but just to keep the sensitivity alive.  Amma looking intent raised her
legs and crossed them over my back.  Taking the cue I started to fuck in
deep long slow strokes and settled in a rhythm.  I was pulling out more
than half the length and slowly jammed it to the hilt sending waves in her
flowing belly.  I continued to do it with out any hurry and our eyes locked
into each other.  She gave sensuous looks biting her lower lip and
murmuring 'ooo...ooff!  Aa..ah beta!  Hmmm..hmph!' this drove me wild but
with tremendous self restraint I maintained slow fucking.

   Keeping my self in her I raised and sat kneeling between her thighs.  I
wanted to look at her, I soaked up her image of lady in love, roamed my
eyes all over her till I saw my rod embedded in her.  I Pushed it a little
and then pulled out, it felt exotic, my penis glistening with juices going
in and out of my beloved mom's pussy.  Pussy that was forbidden to me till
yesterday, the same that pussy delivered me, my entire self in this world.
Oh My!  feeling was indescribable.  I reached for her now spread and raised
legs and started to caress her fleshy calves and thighs.  I wasn't soft
with my touch but squeezed hard.  I looked at her and saw her smile.

   'Jo tumahari ankhon mein dekh rahi hun who paap nahin ho sakta mere
bete. Mujhe aaj tak abhas nahin hua ki kya aisa hai jiski mujhe talash
thee. Par adbhut purnta ahasa ho raha hai.  Aisa lag raha hai ki mujhe iska
intezar tha.  Aa mere bête purn kar do apni maa ko.'(What I see in your
eyes cannot be sin.  I never felt any thing lacking yet I am feeling a
completeness.  Come My darling son give your mother what she had been
waiting for with out even knowing).  Saying this she spread her thighs in
an almost impossible posture.  She lifted her thighs, hooked her elbow
underneath her knees and pulled upwards till her arse got upturned and her
pussy exposed to receive me.

   I hunched on her placing my hands on her sides and started to hump her
with hard deep plunges.  Every time I struck hard into her depths her pussy
tilted backwards giving me even deeper penetration.  I maintained deep
fucking rhythm sending ripples in her belly.  Her breasts swayed with every
thrust, she arched her back and lifted her chin.

   Ooo...oof Maa!  hhmmp....hmph!  Aaaaaaa.......h beta!  Fill me up my
son. Can't believe I am doing it but I am loving it. 
Aaaaa..........aaahhh..!  beta.  She urged me on and I paced more.  Now I
was fucking her hard and fast.  She raised her head and looked down her
belly at my penis going in and out of her depths.  What she saw drove her
mad with desire.  She wrapped arms around my back and pulled me to her.  I
landed on her breasts and started to suck on her nipple.  This multiplied
her pleasure manifolds and she egged me on....

   ' pee lo beta kash aaj bhi mere stanon mein doodh hota.' (I wish I still
had them full) I sucked harder, Aa...aaaaaa..aahh Chinu.  I mauled her
breasts and sucked'em nipples harder alternating left and right and
continued to saw my penis hard and fast inside Amma.  My hips were pounding
her pudendum with an urgency making hard slapping sounds which in harmony
with her moans, hisses and incoherent encouragement was music.  Her pussy
felt like nothing I ever felt before, not that I had tasted many, but off
course did have some.

   Now her hands were on my arse and she held them hard, digging her nails.
Amma was now using her hands to slam my penis into her even harder.  With
every thump she let out an aaah and hiss.

   I still wish , if I could watch her in that pose, hands holding my arse
legs thrown high up in the air and her body undulating with every slam of
my hip.(Later into our relationship I expressed my desire to record our
lovemaking and she agreed.  When she saw it she loved it so much that now
she wants handy cam around every time we make love.  )

   Suddenly in an urgent move she got her legs down planted her feet firmly
on bed with her knees bent and raised.  She started to raise her hips with
every move.  God almighty she was now humping me from below.  She was
ramming my hips hard onto her pussy and raising her hips to meet me.  She
did it with such vigor that it was becoming difficult for me keep pace with
her.  There was a riot on the bed, desperate slamming of our bodies with
moans ,hisses and grunts echoing in the room.

   I sensed she is approaching her orgasm, I played along with no moves of
my own.  I played an instrument, taking my mother to peak.  She was humping
so hard that I found myself completely out of control and was like a doll
between her thighs.

   Chinu...aa...aahh.....chinu bête do it ....do it harder my son take me
across this wide or I will die, ooooooo....ooooohhh!  beta main majhdhar
mein hun mujhe par kara de mere bachche.'(Oh my darling son I am just about
to arrive son please pull me over) with that she urged me on and I started
to ram into her deep.  I placed my mouth on her breasts and suckled on her
nips.  I bit them hard and she moaned aa..aaaah!  beta.

   Her jabs were getting shorter and with urgency, she was getting there. I
moved on to kiss her.  She immediately pushed her tongue inside and I
sucked hardly on her tongue.

   Aii....i...y..y...iii...eee.e.....aaaaah!  She arched her back to an
impossible angle raising her entire body and supporting our joint weight on
her shoulders and feet and started to release.  She scratched and dug nails
into my back.  She held that pose for few seconds and slumped back
screaming 'ruk mat beta nahin to meri jaan nikal jayegi.  Mujhe de do
beta.'(oh my son don't stop or I will die just give it to me my son GIVE
IT.)

   She once again raised her thighs.  I held her thighs and pushed them
over to expose her slobbering pussy and started to saw my penis in long and
hard strokes.  I knew she is in the middle of her pent up orgasm and
desperately needs hard fucking to let go.

   Yes...yes....mere bête bas thoda aur ....thoda aur mere bachche
aaaa....rrnn...ghhhhh..!  Chinuuuuuuuuu........main gayi mujhe sambhal
beta.(YesSSSS......SSSSS my darling yeah..  a little more, haaaaa.rder..
....I am just there darling just there....  Honey harder ...shr..i..e..k I
am losing it chinu hold me honey) And she clutched me in her vice like grip
and held me still.  I let go of her thighs and fucked her in short jabs she
bucked her hips to take more of me inside.

   She did not ooze, rather bled her juices profusely, my penis was making
a sloshing sound going in and out of her pussy.  Now she lay relaxed and
lose, sweat poured from her body.  She smelled of sweat and sex and it
drove me nuts.  I stayed still burying my face in between her breasts
inhaling her intoxicating aroma.

   Amma pushed me holding my shoulders and looked at me lovingly, running
her fingers on my face.  She smiled, her face was glowing, she was a
different woman now, she once again lifted her thighs and wriggled her arse
to remind me of fucking.

   I resumed in nice slow strokes, observing expressions on her face. 
'OH...Chinu aisa visphotak charam maine aaj tak anubhav nahin kiya.'(Oh
Chinu I never had such explosive orgasm ever before in my life.) She said
haltingly between her moans.  I reached to kiss her with a smile.  'I love
you Amma' she held my face and kissed on my forehead, eyes , nose and then
on mouth sucking my lower lip into her.

   I was striving for my own peak thus started to fuck with long and hard
strokes.  I pulled out more than half and then jabbed it hard in her.  She
reciprocated by pulling her thighs further up and thus receiving me in her
upturned pussy to the hilt.  Initially she kept mewing and sucking in but
as tempo increased she rode high on her own excitement encouraging me.

   'Oooo...oof Son fill me up, sow your seed in your mother's womb my
darling.' And so on.  I realized we are not using any protection and she
could get knocked up.  Erotic feeling, huh!  Knocking up the womb which
carried you for 9 months.  But soon my worries were put to rest.

   'Chinoo...  Kash ki main garbh dharan kar sakti.  Tumhare virya se
sthapit garbh mere bachche.  Beta apne virya se meri yoni bhar do. 
Aa...aaah Chinu bhar do mujhe.(Chinu I wish I could get pregnant by your
seed.  Oh!  How I crave to carry a child by you.  Darling fill my vagina
with your seed son FILL ME UP)

   She was now completely out of her mould of worldly alignments.  She was
open heartedly exclaiming her love and desire.  I too was reaching my peak.
Eager to bring this union to conclusion I started fucking hard and fast.  I
moved on to hold her breasts for leverage and started to savagely saw into
her.  It must have been painful as I held her breasts with all my strength
and pulled them to ram into her.  I felt my orgasm building up.

   'Amma .....Oh my beloved here I come.  Oh Ma take me in you accept my
seed.  Oooooooooo....ooh!  Ma.'

   'Cum my darling son bless your mother's pussy with your virile seed. 
This vagina longed your seed for my uncountable past lives.  Come my
darling fill me up.'

   I let go of her breasts, snaked arm underneath her neck and pulled her
to kiss.  I mashed her mouth with mine and started to shoot my cum into
her. She sensed my eruption and planting her feet on the bed started to
buck her hips to receive me.  She reached out for my bums and started to
slam-bam again.

   'Oh Chinuuu...uuuu.  I am gone again.' She let out an animal grunt and
continued to her second orgasm humping me back.  She grunted with every
stroke.  I bucked my hips to pour all that was there in her willing womb.
My frantic humps faded into slow bucking till my mother squeezed all of
what she wanted.

   After our fucking frenzy came to an end we laid spent and exhausted.  Me
on top of her while she held me close and tight with her arms across my
back.  I sensed her pussy pulsing and gripping my penis in her post orgasm
rigors.  The feeling was exquisite, as she milked my penis with her pussy I
moved again a little only to be stopped by her.  She asked me to stay still
and let her feel me inside.

   My penis shrunk and popped out of her.  Amma smiled at me and asked me
to get off, saying that she needs to clean herself.  I slid off her and
laid by her side.

   She sat up, looked between her spread out legs and exclaimed 'Chinu
dekho tumne kya kiya hai.'(chinu see what you have done)

   I got up and to look , there was a puddle of our juices at the base of
her pussy on the bed and her vagina was still leaking my cum.  I looked up
and she smiled ' I am sorry son all this virile seed of yours is wasted. 
In Shivangi's(My Wife) womb it could have made a fine son.  If only I could
carry.' She reached to give me a peck on lips.  I scooped the fluid and
rubbed it on her breasts, I kissed her full on her mouth and pushed my
finger into her.

   This story is about my Ammi (mother) and me.  Her name is Zeenat.  My
Father, Mustaq Ali got married with her at very young age.  Within year my
oldest brother, Imran bhai (Brother in Urdu) was born when she was only
eighteen, after year later my sister, Shabnam aapa (sister in Urdu)) was
born.  When my mother was twenty she gave birth to me, Salim.  We are
typical Muslim family living here in Bombay.

   My father was a quiet person who has got some export business.  He used
to go every morning for work and would come back late at night.  Initially
my father and mother were enjoying their marriage life.  But after having
three children's he apparently lost his interest in my mother.  After that
he devoted his life for his business.  Apparently due to his business he
ignored my mother lately.  My mother became quiet after that.  But he still
loves my mother and she respected and loved him too.  They laugh and make
jokes some times but not like earlier days.  Even though she was always
cheerful I know there was some sadness in her.

   My older brother, Imran bhai wasn't interested in the study and school.
He was more interested in hanging around with bad boys, always staying out
of home, my parent tried to change his bad habits and things but he never
changed.  After that they leave him on his own destiny.  My sister, Shabnam
aapa was serious person like father and was good in the school.  Her life
was reserved within our house, study and few girlfriends.  I was more
cheerful compared to others, always talking, Studying seriously, helping
everybody.

   Since the beginning I like my Ammi very much and helping her kept me
close to her.  Due to my nature Ammi was always expecting help from me
although Sabanam aapa was there for help.  I was always with her, making
fun, talking with her.  She always appreciates what I was doing as it helps
her to relieve her tension.  After dinner when everybody goes to sleep I
used to stay in the kitchen with Ammi, helping her clean the dishes,
talking about everything.  She would always phrase me and tell me that I
was very mature for my age.  We were very close that we talked about every
thing, likes, dislikes, and even personal feelings.

   When I was 18, I started developing interest in girls and sex.  Staying
around my mother I realise that she was a sexy woman.  I began to watch
Ammi in a different way.  She had long black hair, which reached up to her
hips.  Even after having three children still she had a shapely body.  Her
face was attractive with bright black eyes.  Her skin was fare and glowing.
I started to watch my mother as an attractive woman and desire her.  Now
when she hug me I could feel her luscious breast and body rubbing against
me, which makes me excite.

   I began to tell Ammi how she looks and how she's beautiful.  She blushes
when she would hear compliments from me.  I started to bring flowers or
Gajara for her, which she would happily, wears in her hair.  Some time I
would bring her perfume or Ittar, which she put on her every time in the
house.  I was trying to show her in every way that how she's beautiful
women and how much I love her.  She always appreciates my love.  Imran bhai
and Shabnam aapa used to call me milky boys that still I need mother and
always staying around her.  But I didn't care.

   Every Saturday evening Ammi used to go for weekly shopping and I used to
accompany her.  After purchasing we used to go to sea face and walk from
one end to all the way other end.  While walking with her I would
innocently lean against her or hold her hands.  After reaching at the other
end we would sit in the rocky area along the sea face, mostly avoiding
crowd.  Some time if she sits quietly I would put my arm around her
shoulder at which she would lean back and rest her head against my
shoulders.  We would talk, laugh and tease each other.  After we would get
back at home by bus.  I knew that she likes to spend our weekend time like
that together.

   One day we were walking on sea face, talking and laughing.  We saw one
boy and girl at my age, holding each other's hand passed from us.  Ammi saw
them and looked at me and smiled.  I also smiled back but couldn't
understand why she smiled.  We reached our sitting spot, sat and relaxed.

   After some time Ammi asked me smilingly, "Salim!  Did you walk with any
girl like them?  Don't you fall in love with any girl?  Do you have any
girlfriend?" "Ammi" I answered immediately without thinking much about it,
"as far as I remember I walk only with you like that.  I have tried to
express my feeling to some girls but always think about you.  I think you
are my girlfriend."

   She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away
silent.

   "Ammi, did I say something wrong".  I asked worriedly.  "We should go
home now," she said after a long silence.

   In my mind I blamed myself for saying what I said, but knew that now
when I told my true feeling to her there was no turning back.  I decided to
go further.

   "Ammi, I don't know I'm wrong or right but really I am in love with you
and I will do anything to make you happy."

   The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me sadly. 
"You are my son, Salim.  This type of love should not happen between a
mother and son.  What other will think if they knew?"

   "Ammi," I replied in desperation, "I am really loving you.  I don't know
what others will think but at least will you think seriously about what I
said?"

   She was silent for a long time and then started crying.  I felt sad
about her.  I pulled her to me and held her.

   "Salim" she whispered, "I think we should go home."

   After that Ammi stopped going to sea face with me.  I requested her
every time but she refused saying that I should go with girl at my age.  I
told her firmly that I don't want to go with any other girl but only with
her.  She never agreed and stopped even taking me for purchasing.  This
went on for a few weeks.  She became silent and sad day by day.  Even Imran
bhai and Sabanam aapa noticed the change and asked her why she didn't go
out with me any more.  Mother shook her head and told them some false
reason.  Neither she nor I was happy about her decision.

   I kept helping Ammi in her work and continue bringing her flower and
perfume.  She did accept them without saying or expressing her feelings.  I
had hope some day she'll understand my love and will change her mind.  And
she did.  She realised in spite of her coldness towards me I never changed
my mind or my love to her.  One day Ammi and I were alone in the house and
she was working in the kitchen.  I went there and offered her help.  She
looked at me fondly for few seconds and couldn't hold herself any more. 
She hugged me and put her head on my shoulders.  She phrased me for being
patient and told me she appreciate my love towards her.

   I hugged Ammi tightly indicating to her that with her agreement our
relationship had changed.  I silently but very gently caressed her back
running my hands over her shoulders and over her back.  She continued to
rest her head over my shoulders.  I pulled back and looking deep into her
eyes said in a quiet voice,

   "Ammijaan, I love you and I won't change my love forever".

   I bent down kissed Ammi's cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my
mouth on her lips.  She did not draw back from my embrace.  I was happy
that at last she was responding.

   After that everything changed between us.  Now when I bring her flowers
or perfume she would give warm kiss on my cheek.  When we were alone in the
house we would hugs each other tightly.  I would move my hands now freely
on her and gently caressed her.  I would kiss her face openly and she would
some time even let me kiss her lips too.  We would lay down on bed and
embrace each other.  I would run my hand up and down her back.

   Initially I was moving my hand on her back just casually but then I
began to notice straps of her bra under her Kamij and after I started to
feel her bra underneath.  Some times casually I would slide my hand down on
her buttock and feel outline of her panties.  I wasn't doing that purposely
or sexually but just while in the affectionate mood I would feel them and
she never suspect that what I was actually feeling.  It seemed that she was
really missing these types of hugging and kissing from Abba.

   Next Saturday I asked Ammi about going out like old days and she happily
agreed.  In the evening when I saw her I was stunned.  She wore pink
coloured Salwaar and sleeveless Kamij, which I never seen before.  Her
breasts and buttock were accentuated beautifully into her dress.  I was
excited looking at her beauty.  She was looking younger than her real age
of 38.  While going to the market I noticed so many men stares at Ammi.

   I wasn't in the mood of doing that household shopping instead I asked
Ammi to go for movie.  She was hesitant first but then agreed.  We went to
the nearby cinema theatre to watch evening movie.  The movie was a
sentimental romance.  First half of the movie She hold tightly my hand
pressing her breast on my arms and I put my hand on her thighs caressing
lightly.  On the second half of the movie I put my arm around Ammi while
she leaned her head against my shoulders.

   After movie we went to one nice restaurant to have dinner.  Then after
dinner as usual we went to sea face, walking all the way up to the other
end.  While we went to sit in the rocky area I choose secluded spot rather
than our usual spot.  It was a full moon night with cool atmosphere.

   When we settled down I looked at Ammi and said, "Ammi, you look sexy
tonight in this dress".  Mother pulled her head back and replied, "Yah
Alla, Salim!  I am your mother.  You should not use those words for your
Ammi." "Oh come on, Ammijaan.  I know you like when I say that.  Tell me,
did Abba compliment you since last couple of years?" "Whatever it is,
Salim. But still I love your Abba." "Ammi, do you really love him?  I see
he had been ignoring you and you are unhappy with him.  You are so
beautiful that anybody would die to make you happy.  Give me a chance, I
can make you happy!" Ammi was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. 
She caressed my cheek, "Do you really think I am beautiful, Salim?" I
smiled and replied by hugging her, "Yes Ammijaan, you are beautiful and
sexy."

   I hugged her tightly.  Then Suddenly I bent and kissed her on lips.  She
draws back in surprised and said, "yah Alla!  Salim?  What are you doing?
We're in public place and we should not do this here." I told her in
desperate tone, "Ammijaan, I am sorry but you are so beautiful that I never
have control on what I say you or what I do".  "Salim, Just behave your
self.  I think we're getting late, we should go home now." Saying that
mother stood up.

   We got back home by bus.  As we reached in our building and started to
climb on staircase.  I asked Ammi, "So!  How was our night out after so
long time?" Ammi said to me, "Movie was nice and dinner was also good. 
It's been long since I enjoy such a good time." "I'm glad, you like that,
Ammi," I said happily, "do you think I deserve something for that?" "Why
not!  What you want, Mere Lal?" she asked me.

   By this time we reached at forth floor at our flat's door.  We stopped
outside our flat and continue talking slowly.

   "Ammi!  When we were at sea-face you said we should not do this in
public place.  Now we're not in public place and I want to hug you and kiss
you." "Where?  Here?" she asked me screaming slowly.  "No, Not her. 
Inside." I replied.  "Inside?  Everybody must be inside.  How its
possible?" "Then, how about going up at terrace door?"

   Ammi got confused.  At first she protested saying that someone would
come up there.

   I replied quietly but firmly, "Ammijaan, I love you as I have never
loved anyone before.  I just want to kiss you all the time".  "Salim, mere
Lal, I love you too!  But I am your mother and whatever is there I still
love your Abba!" "Ammi", I whispered, "All we'll do is kissing I don't see
any harm in that.  Come on!"

   I didn't give her chance to say anything and hold her hand.  Then I
pulled her and started to climb stairs to terrace.  We are living at the
last floor in our building and staircase was going further at terrace.  At
terrace door it was kind of room with privacy.  We reached at the terrace
door.

   "Salim, what's this madness?  She asked worriedly.  "Don't worry, Ammi.
Terrace door is locked and nobody will come upstairs at this time." I
replied her.

   It was full moon night there were moon light coming from ventilator on
the wall above man height.  I pushed Ammi to stand opposite wall of
ventilator so moonlight was directly beaming on her.  Ammi and I stood
there for few second looking in to each other's eyes.  Then I hugged her
immediately.  She also embraced me and started to move her hand in my hair
from back of my neck.  I hugged her so tightly pulling her on my body that
she moaned in pleasure.  Then I pulled back and started to kiss her on her
shoulder to neck, then her cheeks, and then put my lips boldly on her lips.
Her body stiffened when she felt my lips.  I started to kiss her mouth
madly.

   I was all over her face; I kissed Ammi's cheeks, her eyes, her nose and
back to her lips.  While kissing her I opened my mouth and started to lick
her lips with my tongue.  She draws back with surprised.  Before giving her
chance to say anything I began kissing and licking her mouth.  This time
Ammi did not draw back but remained stiff in my arms.  I continued to kiss
her with more and more passion.  Suddenly she pressed back her lips with
equal pressure against my lips.  At last I could see proper response from
her.  I pressed my luck and gently probed her mouth with my tongue and she
opened her lips.  We then started to suck each other's tongue.

   As I was kissing my mother I was moving my hand up and down on her back.
While moving my hand I felt strap of her bra from above her Kamij.  I move
my hand up and down some times feeling her bra strap and then started to
trace her bra through her dress.  I was tracing her bra then pulling her
bra strap with her dress.  She felt me playing with her bra.  Then she
slapped me on my back moaning and indicating what I was doing.  All the
time we were kissing.  I pulled my hand from Ammi's back to front and
gently put on her breast.

   She stiffened pulled away from my lips and whispered, "Salim, I don't
think we should do this".

   But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine.  I
continued caressing Ammi's breasts from above her dress.  They were firm
and felt wonderful in my hands.  I knew Ammi was getting excited because
she began to moan as kiss back with greater intensity.  I slide my both
hands again on her back and moved up and down for a while.  Then suddenly I
reached down at the hem of her kamiz and insert my hands in.  slowly I
brought my hand up on her bare back inside the dress.  Ammi moaned again in
my mouth indicating her disagreement.

   Inside her Kamiz, I caressed her bare back for a while then again I
brought my hands in front and placed then on her bra-cupped breast.  Ammi
moaned again with disagreement but still kissing me she slide her hand in
the kamiz trying to remove my hand from her breast.  But I kept caressing
her breast.  She surrenders me and removes her hand and kept kissing me.

   We were kissing and fondling like that around ten minutes.  I brought my
mouth near her ear and whispered,

   "Ammi, I want to see your breast".  "What?  Are you crazzy, Salim?" "No
I'm not, Please Ammi, show me your breast".  "Yah Alla, Salim, do you know
what you're asking to your mother?" "Oh come on Ammijaan, don't be so shy.
It isn't like I never seen them before.  In fact I sucked them when I was
baby".  "Yes Mere Lal, I know I feed you with them but you were baby at
that time.  But now you are grown up, Salim".  "For you I'm always baby,
Ammi.  Come on don't disappoint me, Please show me your breast".

   Saying that I started to raise her Kamiz from front.  She pleaded me for
a while holding my hand but I never gave up and pulled up her Kamiz.  Again
she surrenders and leaves my hands.  I move her Kamiz up exposing her
bra-cupped breast.  In the milky moonlight those black bra clad breast was
looking magnificent.  I tried to cup her breast in my both hands but her
Kamiz fall on her breast.  I tugged them again up but its fall down every
time I cupped her breast.  I asked Ammi to hold her Kamiz and to my
surprised she held it.

   It was such an erotic site!  Here I was with my mother, who's standing
against the wall holding her Kamiz up exposing her full breast for me and I
was cupping them with my hand.  I fondle Ammi's breast for a while and then
slide my hand at the back on her bra hooks.  She stiffened when she sensed
that but remain calm.  I tried to unhook her bra but I couldn't.  I fumbled
with her bra hook pulling and tossing trying to remove it.  Ammi realised
my problem and whispered,

   "Wait!  Wait Salim!  Don't get so rough.  You'll tear my bra," saying
that she left her kamiz and brought her hands on the back to remove hooks
of her bra.  Dress failed again on her breast blocking my view.  I hold her
Kamiz again up exposing her breast while she was removing hooks of bra. 
When she unhooked her bra she brought her hands at front and pulled her bra
cups above exposing her naked breast for me.

   "Wow!" I cupped her bare breast trying to hold them full in my hands,
"they are beautiful, Ammi!" "Yah Alla!  Forgive me!" Ammi said, "I can't
believe I'm doing this with my own son".

   I ignored Ammi's comments and was busy with fondling her breast.  I was
kneading them, cupping them and squeezing them.  I started to play with her
nipple holding them in my thumb and forefinger.  It's immediately got hard
and erect.  When I pinched them Ammi moaned in pleasure (or pain?  I didn't
know).

   "You know!  Its so embarrassing, Salim, holding my dress up exposing my
breast for my son.  That's also out side the house.  Do you have any idea
what will happened if we get caught?" "Nobody's going to caught us, Ammi.
Just relax!" "Relax?  Are you crazy?  We're all ready late, Salim.  We
should go in the house." Just for a while, Ammi," I kept fondling her
breast ignoring her complaint.

   Suddenly Ammi left her dress and hold my hand firmly removing from her
breast.  She pulled back and said, "Salim we must stop and should go down".
I realised it's not wise to press my luck any further and spoil our mood.
So I said, "Ok Ammi!  Will go down".

   Ammi then tugged her breast in bra and hooked it and straightens her
Kamiz.  We started descending staircase.  I was silent at that time.  Ammi
asked me slowly,

   "Salim, are you disappointed because I stopped you?" "Not really, Ammi.
Its OK, Never mind".  "Listen Mere Lal, what we were doing was wrong and
outside the house was absolutely wrong" "What about then inside the house?"
I asked her slowly.  "But...  somebody could wake up, Mere Lal" Ammi got
confused again.  "Ammi!  I really want to spend more time with you.  How
about going to my room.  We can lock the door.  Abba I'm sure is drunk and
won't come to search you".

   Ammi was silent for a few seconds.  I was surprised when she nodded her
head in agreement.  I was so excited that I hugged her right there but she
pushed me side telling to be patient.

   We reached down at our flat's door.  Ammi got out key from her purse and
opened the door.  We entered in the house and I closed the door behind. 
House was dark and calm.

   Ammi whisper in my ear, "I'll go and get fresh quickly.  Also I'll check
whether your Abba slept or not.  You Go to your room and wait for me".

   I went in my room change in kurta/ pyjama and waited for Ammi excitedly.
After around 15 minutes my room door opened and Ammi walked in.  She closed
the door and locked it.  She came up to me and said,

   "Your Abba is snoring fast sleep as usual drunk".  "That's good!  Then
you don't have to rush back soon in your room, Ammi".  "Salim, We should
not do this as I have never cheated your Abba".  "I know" I replied "But
Ammi, trust me I would never hurt you.  I love you as I have never loved
anyone before".  "Oh Salim, mere Sahajade!" Ammi said and kissed me on the
cheek.