We were an average family of five, well known and respected in the community. My Dad, Ravi, was a postmaster at the local post-office and my Mum, Rani, was a staff-nurse at the district hospital. Dad was then 53 and Mum had just turned 50. Both had fallen in love with each other many moons ago and brought three of us into this world. My eldest sister, Sheela, was 27, a dentist by qualification, recently married to a lawyer and happily settled down in Kuala Lumpur. My second sister, Leela, was 22 and in her third year of a psychology degree at the Science University in Penang. My name is Mohan and I was the youngest at 18. I had just started my first semester, pursuing a Chemical Engineering degree at the University of Malaya in Kuala Lumpur.
Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood. The house was a typical Malay-style house, built of wood with the front half of the house, built on concrete stilts. We had a large veranda in the front, leading to the living room. There were two bedrooms opening up to the living room – one was occupied by my parents and the other by my sisters. The two rooms shared a common, large attached bathroom (WC plus shower) – you had to walk down a short stairs to the bathroom. Then we had a utility room which we used as our prayer room. This was all on the front half. The back half was on ground level – from the upper front half, you had to walk down a short stairs to the back part, which comprised of two bedrooms, a spacious dining area, kitchen, store, a large bathroom and a drying area. The two bedrooms were at each corner, separated by the kitchen and the store. This was an old house, but still in pretty good shape generally. The outer walls of the house were made of thick, sawn timber, but the inner partitions (between the rooms) were thin.
Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood. The house was a typical Malay-style house, built of wood with the front half of the house, built on concrete stilts. We had a large veranda in the front, leading to the living room. There were two bedrooms opening up to the living room – one was occupied by my parents and the other by my sisters. The two rooms shared a common, large attached bathroom (WC plus shower) – you had to walk down a short stairs to the bathroom. Then we had a utility room which we used as our prayer room. This was all on the front half. The back half was on ground level – from the upper front half, you had to walk down a short stairs to the back part, which comprised of two bedrooms, a spacious dining area, kitchen, store, a large bathroom and a drying area. The two bedrooms were at each corner, separated by the kitchen and the store. This was an old house, but still in pretty good shape generally. The outer walls of the house were made of thick, sawn timber, but the inner partitions (between the rooms) were thin.
I occupied one of the bedrooms at the back and the other was used by my Grandpa before he died some years ago. This was now used by our live-in maid, Sundari. Sundari was 50 (like Mum) and a widow, since the past 5 years. She has been our maid since I can remember and she brought us up. We fondly called her Aayahmah (literally translated as maid mother) and being the only boy around, I was her pet. Sundari shared a close relationship with my Mum. Her ex-husband worked as a labourer, but life was difficult for them and they could hardly make ends meet. They had a beautiful daughter, Mala, whose upbringing was financed by my parents' right from the start. Sundari, together with Mala, had moved into that room after her husband died (alcohol poisoning) more than 5 years ago. They became an integral part of our family and were very happy. Mala, a few weeks younger than me, had finished school and was now at a nurses' training college in Taiping.
We were third generation Tamils in Malaysia and were Hindus by religion. We observed prayers, fasts and special days, as well as visited the temple regularly. Neither Dad nor Mum smoked or drank alcohol. They were in perfectly good health (neither was overweight nor fat) and actually, looked much younger than their ages. They were careful about their diets but did not prevent us from eating anything that we liked. They were not really conservative but expected a certain discipline from us.
The story to follow happened in late 1976. I had a 2-week semester break and decided to spend all the time at home. Campus was my first time away from home for a long period and I missed my parents and home. For the first week, I was going to be there alone with my parents and Aayahmah. My sister, Leela, who was also having a 2-week semester break, would only come home the following weekend, as she had some assignments to complete.
I arrived home on Friday evening to the warm welcome of my Dad. Mum was away at a week-long refreshers' course in Kuantan and would be back on Saturday afternoon. I went to greet Aayahmah in the kitchen where she was preparing something for us to eat. She gave me a big hug and asked about my well-being.
Over dinner, Dad was asking me about my course and the campus. He brought me up to date about Sheila, Leela and Mala – how each of them was doing. After dinner, Dad and I went up to watch the news on TV, where he also updated me about the latest news and gossips in town. Aayahmah had her dinner, put away the dishes and cleaned up.
Around 11pm, I wished Dad goodnight and went to my room. I was feeling tired after the journey. As I went down the stairs, I saw Aayahmah sorting out the dirty clothes for washing.
"Good night, Aayahmah. It's good to be home again," I wished her.
"Good night, Chellam (translates as sweetheart in Tamil). Sleep well, you must be tired," she replied.
As I lay on my bed, my thoughts were moving from one thing to another, not really focussing on any one subject. I had everything a boy could ask for – I had a good family, I excelled in my studies and sports and I was liked by everyone. But I was a late developer as far as sex was concerned - I had only discovered masturbation when I was close to 16. That was when I saw my first Penthouse magazine, lent to me by my best friend. I soon started reading more about sex and making love – the Kamasutra fascinated me. And, I saw my first porno film (40 mm) when I was 17.
But, at 18 I was still a total virgin. Sure I liked girls and had many girl friends at school and now, campus, but in our society many things at that young age were taboo. And, due to my late development in this area, I was also very, very ignorant. I never associated my family with sex for example. I never considered my Mum, Aayahmah or sisters in a sexual way. And worse, I didn't even think my parents were having sex – sure they had given birth to us, but I always assumed it was a task, not a pleasure (till I was 15, I still believed that the stork brought the babies from God to earth). Yes at 18, a very ignorant me. I dozed off to a deep slumber.
Woke up late the next day and after a shower, I sat down to have some hot breakfast or rather brunch. Dad had left early for work and would be back at 5pm. Aayahmah sat across me and chatted with me. She asked me about campus, my studies and friends. I gave her all the details. I asked her how Mala was doing and she updated me.
After brunch, I grabbed my bike and cycled to town. No particular purpose, but only to check if any of my former schoolmates were around. Not finding anyone, I cycled around aimlessly and then headed home. I told Aayahmah that I will skip lunch and instead do some homework. She was busy downstairs with the washing and cleaning.
Mum came home at 3pm. She looked as ever elegant in her nurse's uniform. I greeted her with a big hug.
"Look at you, you have grown darker," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, too much football under the sun, Mum," I replied. "How was your training course?" I asked.
"Oh, the usual, boring refreshers' course," she answered. "Let me go greet Aayahmah and get changed," she continued.
After she had greeted Aayahmah and exchanged some small talk, she went to her room to get changed. "I am going to lay down for a nap, tired after the long week" Mum said. "We will go to the temple later for prayers," she continued.
"Ok, it will be nice to go with Dad and you," I answered.
Dad came home at around 6pm – he had stopped for a haircut on the way home. Mum had already woken up, had a shower and dressed to go to temple. She greeted Dad with a simple "Hi, Athan, how are you?" (Athan is Tamil word which wives use to dearly call their husbands). Dad replied that he was fine and asked her when she had got back. She told him to go take a shower, as we were going to the temple.
Before leaving for the temple, Mum told Aayahmah to prepare a light thosai (pancake) dinner. Mum looked radiant (even exotic) in her yellow, silk sari - she is about five-ten in height, fair complexion and medium built. Saris always look good on her and with long black hair half way down her back she looked like the Goddess herself. A string of fresh jasmine flowers was fixed to her hair and a red pottu (kumkum powder) adorned her forehead. Dad usually wore a dhoti to temple and with his six foot frame, he looks really aristocratic. Standing in the temple, I couldn't help but admire my parents – they made such a beautiful couple. Some folks in the temple came over to talk to us. Some asked me about the university and my course. We left for home after having some prasadham (sweet rice).
Aayahmah had made my favourite meal – thosai with coconut chutney. I had a good helping as I had skipped lunch. Everyone was chatty.
"How was your course, Rani?" Dad asked.
"Generally alright, but at times boring. There were some funny moments too" Mum said.
"What funny moments?" Dad asked.
"I'll tell you another time," Mum smiled.
"What funny moments at a nursing course?" I wondered.
Mum turned to me and asked "How is life in campus? Any girlfriends?"
"Knowing him, he would be engrossed in his books and football" said Dad.
"Life is fun, Mum. But I want to establish myself within the campus community first. Girls will have to wait," I replied.
"Do whatever you think is right" said Mum and Dad simultaneously.
After dinner, Dad and I sat for a while in the veranda while Mum helped Sundari clean up. After Mum was done, we went for a short walk around the block to a small playground. We always did that after meals – helps with digestion. We chatted more there and we got back home about an hour later. Mum & Dad sat to watch TV while I went to my room to listen to a live English soccer match on the radio.
At about 11pm, I came upstairs to get some extra pillows from my sister's room. Aayahmah was already asleep so I couldn't ask her. My parents were probably asleep as well, I thought. As I was looking for the pillows in my sister's room, I could hear voices from my parent's bedroom. For some reason, I put my ear to the thin wall separating the rooms and tried to listen to what they were talking.
"When do you start work again, Rani?" Dad asked.
"On Tuesday, morning shift," Mum replied. "We have to go the market and get provisions tomorrow," she continued, "Leela is also coming to stay next weekend."
"Yes, I know. We'll do it tomorrow," Dad confirmed.
I heard someone opening the door to the common bathroom and minutes later, the shower running. Call it curiosity or call it premonition, I decided to stay a while longer in my sister's room. I switched off the lights in the room and in the darkness I spotted some rays of lights coming through the wall from my parents' bedroom. I checked them and found three tiny holes, from different vantage points, which offered me a clear view into my parents' room.
Their bed was situated across on the other side of the wall, so I had a perfect view of Dad sitting on the bed reading a book - one of the holes offered that direct view. Another hole offered an angled view to the bed, but a direct view to the dressing table, which had a large mirror. So, I could see Dad's reflection on it. The third hole offered another angled view to the bed from the other side.
My heart stopped beating as I comprehended what I was about to do – I was going to peep on my parents. I wasn't expecting anything really in my ignorance, but I was just so curious.
A few minutes later Mum came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and a sarong underneath. My eye was glued to the scene before me. Her long hair was undone and she sat in front of the dressing table. I saw her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair – she was beautiful.
"So what were the funny moments at your training?" Dad asked still reading his book. He had his sarong on.
"One of the trainers asked if there was a bone in the penis" replied Mum with a smile.
"Did you answer that?" asked Dad.
"No" said Mum "but one of the junior nurses did."
"The trainer then asked how come the penis becomes so hard, if there is no bone," said Mum.
"Because there's a bone" laughed Dad. He had put away the book and was admiring Mum.
"No, silly. Another participant explained about stimulation and erection" answered Mum.
I was getting mighty interested in their conversation and was glad I stayed. When I heard Mum lock the bathroom door on her side, I waited a while and then quietly opened the door on my side a little, so that I could hear their talk much clearer. I also checked to see if there were any other lights on in the house. Everything was in darkness except the light in their room. I alternated between the three peep holes to have the best view.
"You always said I had a bone," continued Dad.
"When you are hard, it is like a bone, darling," laughed Mum. "Did your bone miss me?" she asked. As she asked that, she was looking away from him (and me). She slipped off the sarong and pulled on a nightgown. In that split second, I saw her naked body from the back. Nice medium built and not much fat at all – my first view of a naked woman in real life, my Mum.
"Yes, he did. He wants you so much," said Dad.
"Did he miss his honey-pot?" asked Mum.
"Yes, and me too. I am starved of your honey, Rani" said Dad.
I could have never imagined that. My parents talking in such erotic fashion. "What else am I in for?" I wondered.
"She's missed him too. And, I have missed you, Athan. One week is too long without you" said Mum, as she approached my Dad. He stood up and they held each other before he bent down to kiss Mum full on the lips. Their hands started roaming over their backs.
"God, I have missed you, da" said Dad. "I want you."
Mum switched on the two table lamps at either side of their bed and then switched off the main room light. On one of the side tables, there were two tumblers, probably filled with milk or plain water. My parents usually drank warm cow's milk before bed. The string of jasmine flowers which Mum had on her hair at the temple was also on that side table.
"Let me worship you first my darling" said Mum, getting down on her knees. She pulled off his sarong and there stood my Dad naked. I gasped at his semi-hard cock – it looked massive. It must have been around 6 to 7 inches long only, but really thick. She planted a kiss on his cock and said "Mmm, I want you in me."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My Mum and Dad doing things what I'd seen on film! How could it be? How could I have been so ignorant to not imagine them making love. I was getting excited by now, not so much as in sexually stimulated but as in watching the scene unfolding before me.
Dad held her by her head as she slowly took his rod into her mouth little by little. She licked around the head before sliding it back into her mouth. She did this a few times before she gently forced him to sit down at the age of the bed.
It gave me a chance to admire his now fully-hard cock. Yes, it was truly beautiful – it looked like the mighty lingam. It was really thick and surrounded by a bush of hair. And the head was like a mushroom, beautifully shaped. I was less than 8 feet away from them, on the other side of the wall.
Mum took off her robe and stood completely naked in front of Dad. His cock twitched when he saw her like that. GOD was she beautiful! Nice rounded breasts, not too big and only a little sag. She had a little tummy fat but fitted well with her figure. Her bums were also nicely rounded, with little sign of stretch. What really caught my eye however was the dark hair between her legs – she was VERY HAIRY! I knew she had hairy armpits (which normally are hidden, as she always wears dresses or blouses with sleeves outside the house) but I never ever imagined that much hair down under. And, that contrast against her fair skin was a sight. I was now turned on as Dad reached out and stroked her pussy hair.
Mum bent down to kiss him on the lips. I could see their mouths open as they exchanged tongues. Dad was still stroking Mum's pussy gently. Mum put a pillow on the floor and then slid down her knees on it, between Dad's legs. She took hold of his cock and licked it from his balls up to the head and down again. Dad held her head as she manipulated his magnificent tool with her lips and tongue. At one point, she had the whole cock in her mouth and Dad groaned "Ohhhh, Rani....that's soooo nice. He's missed you."
"I know" said Mum, looking up at Dad for a second, "he's talking to me. He wants to give me his honey."
Dad rested his back against the mattress while Mum increased her sucking. She used one hand on his balls, while she used the other to rub his nipples.
"Suck me, Rani, make me cum, make me explode" groaned Dad, as Mum expertly used her mouth. She now had only his head in her mouth and sucked on it in small intervals, using her tongue to lick around it in between. She took her long hair and spread it over Dad's thighs. It hid my view slightly but the sight before me was more erotic than anything I'd seen before. My cock was rock hard at that moment, but I forced myself to keep my hand away from it – I wanted to see Mum and Dad till they finished.
Mum held Dad's cock now in her hand and talked to it. "You are mine and I want you," before taking it all the way into her mouth.
Dad lifted his bums off the mattress as he tried to force more of it in. "Ohhh...Rani, yesss. Suck my cock; suck it. Please Rani ma, please."
Mum increased her sucking tempo and Dad was going wild. He reached out to stroke her long hair back and looked at her with such love and pleasure. "I'm going to explode soon, darling" he cried. Mum looked at him and continued her oral loving, bobbing her head up and down faster, seeing the pleasure she was giving to the man whom she loved and belonged to.
And then Dad exploded. "Raniii....ma, oh my Darling YESSSSS.....aaaahhhhhh". Mum didn't lose a beat and continued, as Dad humped her mouth. "Oh yesss......Raniiiiiii". After a few more hard strokes, he fell back on the bed and Mum slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled her mouth off his still hard cock. He had shot his load into Mum's hungry mouth.
What happened next was incredible. Mum kept stroking his cock and squeezed out the last globs of his cum which flowed out over the side of his cock. She then placed her mouth over his cock head and let the cum already in her mouth (she had kept it in her mouth without swallowing) pour out over Dad's cock. The sight was amazing – thick cum slowly falling down from her mouth over his cock. It was like the abishegam (worship) done on a Shiva lingam, when milk or yoghurt is poured over the lingam. And, then she sat in front of him, She took the string of jasmine flowers which was on the side table (next to the bed) and circled it around Dad's cock. She kneeled in front of his cock as if in prayer and said "My Lord, My Linga, My Love" before licking of all the cum on his cock and balls and finally, taking his cock once again into her mouth to completely clean it.
At that precise moment, my cock twitched and exploded, without me even touching it. I muffled my cries on the pillow as I had an intense feeling all the way from my head right down to my toes. Never had I expected to see this, especially my parents engaged in such love acts. I was seeing my parents in a new light.
Dad sat up and looked at Mum. "Rani-ma, I'm yours da, yours only." He stood up and they kissed again before Mum rested her head against his chest.
"Was it nice, Athan?" asked Mum. "You came a lot, I love your honey".
"Yes, it was so intense, as always. I am surprised this old cock still cums that much," said Dad.
"It's not old. Look at it" said Mum as she held it. "It's still so hard and it's mine. It's beautiful," she kissed him.
"Let me worship you now my Goddess, let me pleasure you" said Dad lovingly.
They turned and Mum sat on the edge of the bed. Dad got down on his knees now and kissed her. Mum pulled his head down to her breasts and Dad flicked his tongue over the now hard nipples. She had nice, big areoles and nipples and Mum held out her boobs, offering them to Dad. Dad started sucking on them as Mum stroked his hair. After a while Dad looked up at her and said "I need your honey now."
He pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs. He planted kisses on her pussy. My first view of a pussy that close and she was beautiful. Dad used his fingers to part her pussy hair and slowly let his tongue trace along her pussy lips starting from the bottom. One of Mum's hands was at the back of his head, guiding him. She used the other hand to spread the top of her pussy lips when Dad's tongue reached that point, obviously opening up her clit for his attention. Dad then used one hand to knead her bums and the other to touch her breasts and body. It was so beautiful to see them that way. No hurry, no force, just plain simple loving.
I couldn't see much of Mum's pussy at first, apart from the hair but it was a sight to behold, as they set a rhythm – Dad lapped her pussy slowly and when his tongue reached the top, Mum would raise her bums off the bed. This went on for a few minutes till Mum raised her legs up and spread them wide – Dad supported her legs with his hands and licked hungrily. Now I could see her pussy lips open – some pink in the black hair.
"That's where I came out from," I thought, as I adjusted my now hardening rod.
"Mmmm...Athan. Your tongue is driving me crazy. Make me cum, please Athan, please," cried Mum, as she spread her legs even wider. She used her fingers to spread open her pussy lips, as Dad eagerly moved his tongue up to her clit. He was moving his tongue around her clit, first gently and then with increased tempo, which made Mum cry out for more.
"Yesss....Athan, my darling, I love your mouth and tongue. Please don't stop. I want this everyday," moaned Mum. Her legs were now over Dad's shoulders, as he went about pleasuring his beloved woman.
He looked up at her to say "I love your hairy cunt, Rani. It's beautiful. I love your taste. I want you to cum in my mouth, darling." Then he dived back to her pussy and continued the oral assault with his tongue.
"My pussy is yours, Athan, only yours. It's for you alone. Eat it, make me cum please," cried Mum. She started raising her hips in a constant rhythm to Dad's licking. She now pulled on Dad's hair, trying to pull him into her pussy. "Lick me, lick me, lick me," repeated Mum.
I saw Dad slowly use a finger to rub along her slit as his tongue continued to lap her leaking pussy. I could here the wetness now as Dad inserted a finger into Mum.
"Yesss.....make me cum, Athan, I'm close," cried Mum, "my honey is pouring for you, my love."
Mum raised her back of the ground as she pushed her pussy hard into Dad's face. "Lick me, Athan, I'm cummmiiiinnnngggg......," as she fucked his face with her hairy pussy, "YESSSS cumminnggggggggggg.....more, more, please Athan, Aaaathan...aathaaaan, don't stop licking. Move your tongue," she cried.
Dad did just that I guess, as Mum gave a mighty push to his face and fell back on to the bed, groaning in pleasure. Dad immediately sat back on the floor and pulled Mum upright using both her hands to a standing position.
"Squat over my face and pour your honey out", he cried.
He leaned back and Mum stood with her legs on either side of his head and positioned her pussy over Dad's open mouth. His cock was standing up like a flagpole again, hard and twitching. Her legs were apart and she bent her knees slightly to open up her pussy to his face. I actually saw her honey dripping on to Dad's face and heard him cry "Yes, drown me with your love juice, Rani."
Mum held on to his head pulling his mouth to her pussy as she dripped her juice into his mouth. Dad had his hand on her bums, trying to squeeze more juice out of her. His tongue was out as she humped him like that. "Athan....Athan, yesssss....," she cried as another wave of pleasure hit her.
The sight was too much for me and I only stroked twice before my cock spewed out for the second time that night. What a most beautiful and erotic scene – of two lovers pleasuring one another. That they were my parents heightened my pleasure.
Mum continued to move her pussy on Dad's face. "Yesss, Rani, rub your honey all over my face. I love your yoni da. It's mine," cried Dad.
After a while, Mum slid down and sat on Dad's laps. She reached down to grab his mighty lingam and impaled herself on it. "Aaaahmmmma...." she cried, before starting to move slowly to accommodate Dad's fabulous prick inside her cunt.
"Feels so gooood, Athan," cooed Mum.
"God, I love your pussy da, it's so tight...mmmm," moaned Dad.
What a sight to behold – Dad sitting on the floor and Mum sitting on him, facing him, with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. My cock refused to go down. They moved slowly, no hurry, no rush. She held on to him and kissed him, as she crushed her hard nipples against him.
"Suck my nipples," pleaded Mum, as she leaned back. Dad took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, then the other. Mum really did have nice boobs.
"I love you, da. I love your cock in me," whispered Mum, as she bounced on his cock.
"Keep me inside you forever," whispered Dad, and pushed up, forcing his rod deeper into Mum.
"Mmm...yesss, nice," cried Mum.
"Squeeze me, Rani," pleaded Dad, followed by "Yesss.... "
Mum was obviously milking his cock.
"Let's get up on the bed," said Mum.
"Okay, hold on," said Dad and without parting from Mum, slowly stood up with Mum still impaled on his prick, her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands around his neck. Dad turned around and sat down slowly on the bed, eventually lay down on his back. Mum didn't miss a beat and now started riding his cock – her hairy pussy going down on Dad's mighty cock was so clear before my eyes and it was a sight to behold. I stood mesmerized as I witnessed this finest union of lingam and yoni, my Dad and Mum.
Mum started moving faster now, fucking Dad. On every downwards movement, Dad pushed up, his bums lifting off the mattress, as he pushed his full length into Mum. And then I heard it for the first time....
"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me hard. I love your big cock," cried Mum in obscene pleasure, her long hair swirling around as she rode Dad. I had never heard my Mum or Dad use swear words till that moment.
"GODDDD, it feels so good, Athan. Fuck me..." she continued, looking at Dad with so much passion and heat. She used her hands to support herself against Dad's shoulders and started really humping him. Her breasts were moving and Dad reached out to pull on her nipples, as he continued his upward thrusts in unison to Mum's downward force.
"GOD...Rani ma, your pussy is so wet and tight. It feels so good, I love it," groaned Dad.
"Yes, Athan. It feels so good around your cock. I love your cock, it's mine. Fuck me, Athan," cried Mum.
I started stroking my cock in tandem with my parents. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected this. They were beautiful together. Not obscene, just very erotic....and there was so much LOVE. The look on Mum and Dad, the way they touched each other, the way they kissed each other, the way they moved together, the way they fucked....like the God and Goddess...just LOVE.
Their urgency increased as the ultimate bonding seemed near.
"Let's explode together, da" cried Dad.
"Yes, Athan, I'm near, just fuck me hard with your love stick. Yesssss....like that," cried Mum,
as she started to grind her pussy really hard against Dad, while he lifted his back off the bed again. Mum held on to his bums now and tried to pull him as deep as possible and then she virtually screamed, "Nowwwww.......yesssssssssssss."
"Rani..... Rani........YESSSSSSSS........cum my darling, cum on my cock...." moaned Dad as Mum started her explosion.
"Athan...Athaaaaannnn.....yes, cummminnngggggggggggg, God Athan......feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee," screamed Mum.
And then Dad really started pounding her pussy, holding Mum by her hips and crying "Exploding Rani......my cock is exploding.....aaaahhhhh....squeeze it, milk it dry, Rani. Maaa..........yessss...more, more.......crush my cock in your pussy."
They went at it like jack-rabbits for another five minutes or so till Mum screamed again "Athan....Athaaann.....fuck me...fuck me till I die....I want to die like this...on your cock...fuck me........YESSSSSS....cumminnggggg again, Athan.....maaaa." She fell forward on his chest, but kept on grinding her hips.
My cock spurted out an impressive third load of cum. The pillow was soaked with my cum as were my shorts and my cock was still rock hard. I had witnessed an act of love like never before. My eyes were glued to them.
They were still moving, but slowly – strokes to prolong the pleasure, I was to learn much later. Mum lay on top of Dad and kissed him all over his face. "I love you, Athan," she kept repeating between kisses. She reached out to pick up the string of jasmine flowers which lay on the floor.
Mum lifted herself gently off Dad's cock and placed one hand under her pussy, as if to cover it. With the other hand she put the jasmine flowers around the base of Dad's cock. She then sat back on his cock and started riding again slowly. "Your cock and my pussy are now married, Athan," she cried, "we are one always" and fell back on him, never once stopping the gyration of her pussy on Dad's phallus. My cock stirred again.
After a few more minutes of that, Mum got off Dad's cock and replaced it with her mouth. She cleaned his cock of all their honey and then took a tumbler of milk and offered it to Dad. He took a sip and passed the rest to Mum. She then lay back by the side of Dad, both on their backs.
For me, it was seeing two people who were so deeply in love and who had just made such intense, passionate and taboo-less love. Seeing them lay there, I was really spellbound. Mum, fair skinned nice rounded breasts and an extremely hairy pussy – her legs were partly opened. Dad, a little fairer than Mum, little hair on his chest, but a mighty tool between his legs. His cock was now flaccid but what a beauty. They were made for each other. They looked lovely. And, they were MY parents. I was proud and felt really good.
Laying there, in the after-glow of their love-making, they talked to each other.
"It was fantastic, Athan. God, I love you so much. I love your cock, my lingam. I wish I could keep you in my pussy forever," said Mum, as she touched Dad's cock.
"Yes, Rani, my Goddess. You give me so much pleasure. I love you," said Dad, as he inserted a finger into Mum's leaking pussy and brought it back to his mouth to suck on it. "I love your yoni da. I wish I could hide in your pussy and be with you all the time."
Moments later, Mum got up kissed Dad's cock once again before heading to the bathroom. I immediately closed the bathroom door on my side. She came back a few minutes after that, dried herself with the towel and pulled Dad by his tool gently. Dad got up to use the bathroom. Mum took a sip of milk and got into bed. Dad came back, dried himself and tied his sarong. He drank some water from the other tumbler before getting into bed. They hugged each and with a final kiss, said goodnight and switched off the lights.
I looked at the clock and it was 1a.m. They had been making love for almost two hours. I quietly made my way back downstairs to my room, carrying the wet pillow with me. My shorts were also damp. In my room, I changed my shorts, switched on the ceiling fan and after a glass of water I switched off the light and got into bed.
I reflected on what I'd seen, re-enacting every scene from the start. God, it was so erotic and beautiful. As image after image of my parents making love flashed through my mind, I felt nothing but sheer joy for them. My cock was getting hard again and I stroked it slowly.
I did not want to replace my Dad between Mum's legs or to have Mum suck my cock or the likes. Far from that, I was in total respect of them – they were made for each other. Seeing them having such pleasure, I wanted to be like them, to find a woman like Mum whom I could fully satisfy like Dad did and she, me - and to love each other for eternity, just like my parents. But God, did I want to see my parents making love again........my cock erupted again as the image of my Mum crying out on my Dad's cock flashed in my mind. "I love you Mum, I love you Dad", I whispered before turning around to catch some sleep.
Some time during the night I had a dream. Mum was riding Dad and crying out "Fuck me with your beautiful cock, Athan. Fill me up with it and cum in my pussy. It needs your love, let's make a baby."
"Yesssss, Raniii.....ma, my Goddess, here it comes da......my love juice....filling your yoni up", cried Dad, "let's make our baby".
"Athan....aathaaaaaan......am cumminggg on your cock, am making our baby," screamed Mum, as they exploded together.
Mum lifted herself off Dad's cock and sat on Dad's chest. She opened her pussy lips and told Dad with so much love "Look Athan, look inside my yoni, there's our baby, do you see it?"
"Yes, Rani, I see our baby da", replied Dad looking inside Mum's love tunnel.
I looked into the tunnel - I saw myself.
On Sunday morning, I awoke to the sun's rays peeking through some openings in the wooden walls of my room. I looked at my bed-side clock and it was 8:40. I was about to get out of my room to use the toilet, but stopped when I heard voices outside my room (from the dining area). My room door was slightly open, so I could clearly here the conversation.
"You look radiant this morning, Rani-ma," Aayahmah complimented Mom, "such a happy and satisfied look. Your face and eyes tells a story of so much love."
"Ohh you! Don't tease me-lah, Sundari. A week away from the man I love. What did you expect apart from a passionate night of love-making?" laughed Mom.
"Yes, I would have expected that. Annan (translates as big brother in Tamil) would have missed you too and wanted you so much," said Aayahmah. "You two are truly made for each other" she continued.
"Yes, I am so lucky to have him," said Mom. I nodded in agreement.
"And he, you" replied Aayahmah. Again I nodded. "Here's your coffee, Rani-ma."
It was an interesting conversation between Mom and Aayahmah. They were so open with each other.
"I wish you could also enjoy the same womanly pleasures as I do, Sundari," said Mom. "You know that you are like my sister. And you know that I did try some years ago after your hubby died, to persuade my hubby to take you as his second wife and satisfy you as a woman, but he's not the least interested. He's never raised that issue again. Not that it's you - he's just not interested in any other woman. Says he's got more than enough woman in me," explained Mom further.
"I can believe that Rani-ma. He finds total satisfaction in you" said Aayahmah. "You two are the perfect couple -- blessed from the heavens. Long may you live as Man and Wife" she said in a truly sincere tone. "Not once in the last 27 years that I have been working for you has Annan ever tried to flirt with me, he only has you in his eyes" continued Aayahmah.
"I may have been unlucky to have lost my husband early and not be able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh anymore, but in another sense I am really blessed to be a part of your wonderful family. The way you and Anna have treated Mala and me, what more could I ask for. I am truly happy here with you all" said Aayahmah.
There was silence for some seconds -- I assumed that they were just hugging and comforting each other. Then Mom said "I'll take his coffee up to him and after that we are going to the market. Anything else needed besides the shopping list we made yesterday?" asked Mom.
"No, I think we got everything noted" replied Aayahmah.
I waited for a while, till I heard Dad's car driving away. Then I came out of my room and went to use the toilet, after which I headed for the kitchen to have my morning mug of coffee. Aayahmah was making it for me and handed it over to me.
"Good Morning, Aayahmah," I wished. "Have Mom and Dad left for the market?" I asked.
"Good Morning, Mohan. Yes, they just left and should be back before 11:00. You know how crowded the market is on Sundays" replied Aayahmah.
"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.
"Yes, a wonderful sleep," I said. "May I ask you something, Aayahmah?" I muttered.
"Sure, Chellam" she replied.
"How long have you known Mom and Dad?" I asked.
"More than 27 years, since your Mum was pregnant with Sheela" she replied. "We have shared a lot together. She's like my sister and your Dad like my brother" she continued.
Aayahmah was wearing a sari -- she always wore a sari around the house. Only when she did gardening, she used slacks and a shirt or t-shirt - she had a nice garden patch at the back, where she grew some green vegetables, as well as flowering plants like jasmine, hibiscus and daisies. She was around the same height as Mum, though she had a bigger frame, but she wasn't fat.
After the events of last night and the conversation I overheard this morning, I was seeing her in a different perspective -- as a woman. She was darker than Mum but beautiful, with sharp, lovely facial features and hardly any wrinkles. She had really nice, round eyes and sensual, thick lips and a pretty nose, adorned with a gold stud. Her hair was as long as Mom's and she always tied it into a bun at the back. Her sari was well draped around her body and didn't show any flesh. All I could make out was her wide, well-rounded buttocks.
"Do you miss your husband, Aayahmah?" I asked.
"As a husband, NO!" she replied with bitterness. "It was an arranged marriage and he seemed a good man when we were first married. But when I was pregnant with Mala, he lost his job as an attendant in the hospital, due to his drinking habit. Your parents advised him many times, but he never changed. Your Dad even found for him jobs as a gardener in the post-office, but his drinking destroyed everything. Life for Mala and me was hell. I never found any satisfaction from him as a husband and Mala never as a father. Only your parents kept us alive and well" she said with tears in her eyes.
"And, why are you so curious this morning, my son?" asked Aayahmah.
"Nothing really, I was just wondering. Why didn't you re-marry?" I asked.
"What? Who would want to marry me?" she asked. "And, in our society, it's unthinkable" she continued.
"Why not? I have a Tamil friend in campus whose Mom married a second husband at 55," I answered as I kept admiring her pretty face. "And, hey, I would marry you if I was a little older," I joked.
She stared at me, laughed and then hugged me. "You always knew how to melt my heart, even when you were a baby" she said, holding my head to her bosom. "Now go take your bath" she ordered.
Our bathroom downstairs was really large. Water from a tap was collected in a large porcelain tub, which helped make the water chill. We then used a plastic container (with a handle) to take the water from the tub and pour it over ourselves -- a manual shower, you can say. I loved having a shower like that.
Within the bathroom, there was also a square block of concrete, about waist height, on which there was a granite stone cemented. This was where Aayahmah used to wash all our clothes on (no washing machine in those days or at least, we couldn't afford one). Mom had however instilled discipline in my sisters that their panties and bras should be washed by themselves and not left around in the bathroom or laundry pail for someone else to wash.
After a shower and change of clothes, I went to grab a small breakfast of cream crackers with coffee. And, then I went upstairs to read the morning newspapers. Call it boredom or curiosity I decided to look into my parents' bedroom. Spick and span, windows open to air the room and their bed was done -- Mom was a perfect housekeeper. I sat on their bed and looked at the wall where the peepholes were. They were not clearly visible from the bed but when I went closer to the wall, I could make them out. Were my parents aware, I wondered.
Finding nothing more of interest there, I came downstairs again. Aayahmah was in the bathroom washing clothes. I saw her standing there with a pile of clothes on the floor. She had removed her sari and stood there with her long under-skirt (called pavadai in Tamil), which she had folded, so it only came to her knees, and her blouse -- she did this to prevent her sari and pavadai from getting wet. I stood at the door to the bathroom and on the pretext of starting a conversation I began to admire her body. Many a time I had seen her in that same clothes, but today she appeared different to me....as a truly desirable woman.
"Do you feel lonely sometimes, Aayahmah?" I started. I took in her body. Her blouse held back what seemed a large pair of tits, tightly packed in her bra. Her cleavage indicated some juicy melons in there, waiting to be freed. Her legs tapered off from her fleshy thighs and rounded buttocks to her slender feet and toes. I'd never noticed the hair on her legs before and my mind wondered.
"What's with your questions today?" she asked and then replied my question, "Not when you all are around. When it's only your parents and me here, yes, sometimes I do get lonely. But I keep myself occupied -- reading, sewing, gardening" she said, as she scrubbed my jeans on the stone.
"Don't you have friends in the neighbourhood here?" I asked, admiring her nice mid-section - a slight tummy with a nice navel showing. The outline of her panties was evident against her pavadai and yes, she had a nice round ass.
"I do, but I keep my distance" she replied. "I don't like gossiping and there are quite a few bitches in the neighbourhood" she continued.
As she kept scrubbing the clothes one after the other, I was getting turned on by her movements. Her breasts were jiggling as she bent over a little to scrub, her body moving in rhythm. It looked so erotic to watch and a flash of Mom riding Dad last night came to my mind. I felt my cock stirring.
"Do you have a girlfriend now, Mohan?" asked Aayahmah.
"No" I replied.
"But, you do like girls, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, but I haven't found anyone to my liking" I replied. "Anyway, I don't want to get settled now. I want to enjoy myself first" I said.
"You mean you want to fool around, break many girls' hearts and then settle down. All boys are the same" she laughed.
"No, I won't break any woman's heart. I will adore them with respect" I replied.
Just then we heard Mom calling from the front. Aayahmah told me to go help carry the stuff from the car while she quickly draped and tied her sari. I made two trips to carry the stuff from the car to the kitchen, with Mom and Dad helping. Aayahmah in the meantime was putting the washed clothes out to dry under the sun.
Mom sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold lemonade and asked me if I'd had breakfast which I confirmed. She was wearing slacks and a blouse. I sat across from her and admired her. Around her neck, she wore a thin gold chain and a thicker chain carrying her thali (the thali is tied on a yellow string around a woman's neck by her husband on their wedding day; Tamil, women swear by it and it is only removed when the husband dies). She had a pair of lovely earrings and a matching nose ring too. She looked beautiful, a living goddess -- rich facial features with high cheek bones, lovely eyes, sharp nose and beautiful inviting lips. An image of those enticing lips wrapped around Dad's thick cock last night flashed across my mind.
Aayahmah interrupted my thoughts. "What shall we cook for lunch?" she asked Mom.
"What would you like Mohan? Anything special that you yearn for?" asked Mum.
"A woman like you, Mum" I thought. "What about chicken korma, Mom?" I muttered.
"Ok, it's been some time since we cooked chicken anyway. Let's make some korma plus some stir-fried chicken with briyani rice, and tomato-cucumber salad plus stir-fried cabbage. That should be enough" said Mum. "For dinner, we could have chapatti with the left over korma, ok?" Mum said to Aayahmah who nodded in agreement.
We had lunch around 2pm. Delicious home-cooked food. Both Mom and Aayahmah were great cooks. After lunch, Dad had his usual Sunday afternoon nap on his easy-chair in the veranda while Mom was on the sewing machine for a while before taking a nap on her easy chair in the hall. "Resting after their extended love-making last night" I thought. They looked so peaceful in their sleep -- both Mom and Dad. Maybe that's why I had been so ignorant -- their gentle, peaceful and pure outer images did not equate with the erotic scenes I witnessed the night before. In the privacy of their room, they unleashed their love, passion and eroticism to the fullest.
I admired both Mom and Dad for a while longer before heading downstairs. Aayahmah was having her nap too, so I just lay on my bed and read a book for an hour or so. My room door was open. It was around 4:30pm when I heard a door being shut upstairs. I quietly looked to see who it was and not seeing anybody, I went upstairs to check. Both Mom and Dad were missing and their bedroom door was closed. I quickly went into my sisters' room to check what they were up to. I heard someone having a shower as I took a peek to one of the holes.
Mum was sitting on a mat on the floor doing some yoga and stretching exercises. She had nothing on but her blue panties. Her hair was tied to a bun on the top of her head. She was sitting sideways to my view. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her breathing, using her stomach muscles. Her softball-sized breasts followed the movement of her breathing. I really think that her yoga helped her maintain her youthfulness and her frame. God, what a woman! I could see sweat dripping down her face and body which indicated that she had been doing that for some minutes already.
The bathroom door opened and Dad came out wearing a towel which did little to hide his swinging prick -- it was semi-hard. He looked at Mom and asked "Finished?"
"Yes, just about" she replied. "The short nap and the yoga did me good and I need just one more thing to do before going for my shower" she continued, as she got up and moved towards him. She tilted her face upwards towards Dad as her hand went under his towel, grabbing his cock roughly. Dad kissed her as she took out his now hardening cock, his hands squeezing her ass.
She gently broke off the kiss, while pushing back the foreskin of his love tool and asked "I need my special honey after that workout -- will you feed me, Athan?"
Dad just nodded, kissed the pottu on her forehead and gently guided her down to his massive tool. It looked gigantic, peeking out from under the towel. Mum looked up at him, smiled and put her tongue out to lick the swollen cock head. She said "Yum, yum" before engulfing the whole prick into her mouth in one swift action.
It was bright daylight and here were my parents locked in their room, Mom orally pleasuring Dad's cock. It was as if that was the most natural thing for her to do, so real and at ease with each other's body. I quickly looked out of the window to check if Aayahmah was still in her room and after being sure, I partially closed the door of my sister's room and continued with my viewing of this wonderful love act.
Mom was on her knees now and had her hands on Dad's buttock, pulling him. Dad held his hands behind Mom's head and fucked her mouth with a steady rhythm. His fingers were stroking Mom's silky hair. Her back was towards me and I admired her body.
"Ohhh God, Rani....I love your mouth around my cock. It's as tight as your pussy" he whispered, probably being aware that their window was open.
"Mmmmm..." was all Mom could reply.
"Did they do this every Sunday? Did Mom always do her yoga in the nude? How often does she suck Dad's cock?" I wondered, staring in awe at my Dad's truly magnificent prick, sliding in and out of Mom's mouth.
"I really love your cock, Athan. I love your taste...mmmm" said Mom as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft to the base, then licking it all the way back to the head. Her tongue swirled around the swollen, mushroom head. She now pulled the towel completely away from Dad. She lifted his hairy sac and then took his balls, one after the other, into her mouth before sucking them both into her mouth.
"Raniiii..." groaned Dad, his hands tightening behind her head. Mom was nibbling on the underside of his cock. Dad's fingers undid Mom's hair bun and let her hair fell down over her body. He stroked her silky straight hair as Mom held his mighty tool with both hands.
"I want your honey, Athan. I want you to explode in my mouth. I need it now, please" pleaded Mom before taking his cock deep into her mouth. She had his full length completely in her mouth.
"How can she manage that size in her petite mouth?" I wondered. By now, my cock was out, throbbing, my right hand stroking it, spellbound by the sight.
She then started sucking hard as Dad began to really screw her mouth. In and out went his rod, like a piston, and I started to wank my hard tool in tandem. Mom had her eyes open and she looked at Dad lovingly, while he continued his assault of her mouth. There was so much love in her eyes, as if they were urging him to empty his cum into her hungry mouth.
Dad started to stiffen and then groaned "YESSSS, Rani...SUCK MEeeeee.....I am going to explode now" holding Mom's head steady.
Just at that moment, Mom pulled away her mouth from his rod and pointed his cock head to her open mouth, stroking it with such authority, her eyes glued to his. She then sat in a squatting position with both her soles flat on the floor, her legs obscenely open wide.
"Shoot it into my mouth, Athan. I want to see your love spurting out of your cock. Cum all over my face. Shower it over my breasts. Cover me with your love juice, Athan. Explode, darling..." pleaded Mom.
At that moment, Dad took hold of his mighty cock with his fingers and with a stroke of his hand, shot his load into Mom's open mouth. "Raniiii, cummmiiiinnngggg my love, yessss...." groaned Dad. His ass tightened and his body shuddered as he erupted -- his thick love stick throbbing and shooting stream after stream of white honey into Mom's wide open mouth, which hungrily swallowed the nectar of love. Further streams splashed on her forehead and chin and the last strong squirts from his cock head landed on her tits and thali. Dad's legs were shaking from his powerful release.
My cock exploded at that very instant -- thick boy cum shot onto the wall, as I muffled my cry of pleasure, while increasing the power of my strokes. I aimed my shots on the wall like Dad was doing. I felt my whole body shivering with the powerful release.
"Yes, Athan, keep cumming. Cream all over me" cried Mom, as Dad's fingers squeezed out more cum out of his fabulous lingam over her breasts. I stood spellbound at the amount of thick white semen that Dad had shot -- it was dripping down Mom's face and body and she used her tongue to lick it off. She then used her hands to rub the remainder all over her face, her red pottu now smeared with all that love juice. She proceeded to massage his cum all over her breasts, her nipples now hard. She then held her thali up against his cock and kissed his cock and thali, before taking the pleasure rod again into her mouth to fully clean it.
What a sight that was -- Dad standing naked, holding his huge cock. Mom squatting there in nothing but her blue panties, her body glistening with Dad's cum, licking her lips like a satisfied cat. It was so erotic, so beautiful to watch -- there was so much love and desire, so much want in what they did, my loving parents.
Mom rubbed her lips all over Dad's cock before sucking it one more quick time, gave his cock head a gentle kiss then got up and kissed Dad and said "I've got my special body and facial cream. I'm going for a shower now. Save the rest for tonight. I want you to screw me silly."
Dad hugged her and trailed his right hand to her crotch. He put his fingers inside her panties and touched her hairy pussy. He then brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it. "Mmm...nice. I want that tonight darling." He squeezed her bums and let her go.
As Mum turned her front towards me, I took her in -- God, she was truly beautiful. A woman made for pleasure -- a goddess of love. Her thali hung around her neck, her beautiful breasts showing no signs of sag despite three children and her panties could hardly cover her hairy pussy. No wonder Dad had no interest or need for any other woman.
She waited while Dad quickly went to the bathroom to wash (his cock probably) and went in, after Dad came out wiping his cock dry with the towel. I looked at Dad's cock in admiration as he started to wear his clothes. It was a beautiful tool alright and enough cock to satisfy any woman. No wonder Mom's crazy about it.
I put my sticky cock back into my shorts and wiped the cum dripping down the wall with my t-shirt. As I stepped out of my sister's room, I bumped into Aayahmah, who had come up to put the tea tray for my parents in the living room. She looked surprised and asked me what I was doing in my sister's room. Told her that I needed to use the bathroom badly and rushed to my sister's room, only to find that someone was using it already. Aayahmah looked at me and then towards my parents' bedroom, before looking at me again suspiciously. I stepped past her to go downstairs.
I used the bathroom downstairs to clean myself and then went to my room. I was contemplating on going to play hockey or football at the town field and changed into my shorts. As I came out of my room, I saw Aayahmah going to the garden, wearing her slacks and t-shirt. I waited a while and decided to join her instead.
She had a nice garden patch. She was weeding the vegetable bed when I went in there.
"Can I help you, Amah?" I asked.
"Yes, if you want to. Collect all the weeds and put them on that heap there and then light the fire to burn the rubbish, will help to keep the mosquitoes away" she told.
I did what she asked and admired her sitting there, while she worked. Her large but firm breasts were now evident in her t-shirt. They certainly appeared larger than Mom's. Now and then she looked up to me and smiled.
Then I helped to water the plants, while she collected some fresh jasmine flowers. She gave these fragrant flowers to me on a tray and said "Go rinse it lightly and then give it to Mom. She needs it for prayers."
I did as she requested - I took the flowers to the sink to gently rinse them under the running water and took it up to the prayer room.
Mom was sat there after her bath, getting ready for prayers. The oil lamp was lit and the incense smoldering. I gave her the jasmine and stood there watching. She was wearing a simple cotton sari and had her hair loose. A nice and fresh, red pottu adorned her forehead. She put the jasmine flowers for the deities and sat down in silent prayer, in meditation. I admired her as she sat there with her eyes closed, her palms together in prayer. My eyes roved over her - from her beautiful face, to her breasts and the rest of her body. I felt my mind wondering, reflecting back on what I'd seen the night before as well as a few hours ago. My Mom, my perfect woman, my Goddess and what a woman! I felt myself getting turned on just admiring her and decided to leave -- go get a cold shower.
The evening progressed. After a light dinner at around 8pm we (Mom, Dad and me) went for our usual walk around the neighborhood. There was a full moon and quite a few people were also out and so we stopped every now and then to exchange some small talk. We came back around 9pm and sat down in the living room to watch the news on TV, followed by "The Fugitive".
About half way through "The Fugitive", Dad said he was going to have a shower and go to bed, as he had to work the next day. Mom sat there, still in her sari, watching TV with me. Aayahmah came up a little later with a glass of warm milk and a pitcher of cold water. She then wished us good night and went downstairs to her room. As "The Fugitive" ended about 10 minutes later, Mom wished me good night and took the milk and water to her room. It was around 10:20pm. I told Mom that I was going to watch TV a while longer, but I had other plans in my mind -- I was going to see their promised love show.
About 15 minutes later I went into my sister's room quietly, leaving the TV as well as the lights in the living room switched on. I quickly peeked into one of the holes. Dad was lying on the bed, wearing his sarong and reading a magazine. A few minutes later, Mom came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around her. She stood in front of the dressing table and combed her hair before knotting it up at the back to a bun. She then walked over to the bed, poured some water from the pitcher into an empty tumbler and took a sip. She then switched on the side lights and switched off the main room light.
She pulled away the magazine Dad was reading and threw it to the floor. She let her towel fall, bent down to kiss him on his lips and whispered something which I couldn't hear. She then lifted one leg over Dad's head onto the bed and lifted herself into a sitting position above Dad's face, then kneeled down and lowered her hairy pussy on his face, her knees on either side of his head, locking him into position.
"Kiss me, Lick my pussy -- you have wanted to do this all day, haven't you?" said Mom as Dad's tongue made the first contact to her pussy.
"Yessss, mmm.....feels so good" uttered Mom, as she held on to the headboard and moved her pussy over Dad's face, trying to find the optimal pleasure contact. Dad had both his hands behind on Mom's bums and slowly squeezed them, as well as pushed them forward and backward in motion. His eyes were locked to hers as his tongue pressed and lapped at her pussy.
Mom lifted her body up and lifted Dad's face with her hands to her pussy, trying to pull him into her. "I love fucking your face with my pussy" she cried as she humped his face. "My Darling, my God, lick me, lick me everywhere.....yessss.....lovely...." she moaned in rhythm with her pumping against his mouth. Her breasts were swinging in motion to her humping, her nipples now hard.
Dad held on to her bums, as Mom pumped his face vigorously. His sarong was beginning to tent, as his mighty lingam rose. Mum lifted both her breasts and started to pull one nipple after the other, as Dad ate her, making wet licking sounds, his face glistening with her honey.
I had my cock out now, hard and stroking, as I watched Mom. She was an incredible sight -- so full of pleasure, so erotic. She now let her hair loose and rubbed her pussy all over Dad's face, her face contorted in sheer lust.
"Ohhhh...mmmmmm...uunnnhhhh....Athan, so good, I love your tongue" moaned Mom in pleasure. She again lifted herself up and spread her pussy lips wide with her fingers. She then guided Dad's mouth to her pussy and said "Yessss...there, lick my clit, suck it" and then cried "Mmmmmm...Athaaan...yessss...Athaaan.......keep doing that". She had her fingers in his hair, urging and pulling him tighter against her cunt.
"Fuck me with your tongue, Athan.....yesss...like that...stick your tongue deep inside me" cried Mom as she increased her humping. I could hear the sound of wetness as Dad continued to pleasure the woman he loved, wanting her to release.
"Yesss...Athaaan......going to cum....yes, yes, yes........YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" she virtually screamed as she started to squirm and thrash against Dad's face. Her whole body jerked and convulsed as she climaxed "Yes.....mmmmmmaaaaaa........Athaaaannn." She held on to the headboard as she humped Dad's face with sheer animal ferocity, her thali and breasts swinging in tune to her movements. That look on her face as she came over Dad's face took me over the edge and I shot my wad onto the wall.
Mom continued to rub her now soaking wet pussy all over Dad's face, before lifting herself up and letting her honey drip over him. "God, Rani....you're so wet, I love your pussy, I love your honey, da" said Dad, lapping up the pussy juice which dripped down from its hairy source.
Mom looked at him with love and satisfaction and cooed "Your mouth and tongue did that, Athan. I love your tongue. And, I'm so wet....... God, I want you so much."
Mom stood up and turned around, facing Dad's feet and then lowered her pussy back onto his face again. She then untied Dad's sarong and pulled it away. Dad's colossal cock came into view. Mom's fingers circled around the shaft and stroked it before saying "I want you inside me."
She lowered her mouth and slowly engulfed Dad's throbbing cock, her thali now hanging over his balls. Dad continued to lick her pussy and ass. I couldn't believe what I was seeing -- my parents spooned together, doing the 69. Never in my wildest fantasies had I expected this. They looked beautiful like that, together, Mom bobbing her head up and down on Dad's fantastic cock, while still fucking his face with her pussy and Dad licking Mom's pussy and ass like a hungry puppy, while his cock fucked her mouth in a steady rhythm. They looked so natural together, their bodies perfectly fitting each other. I imagined the scenes described in the Kama Sutra.
As if my wish was heard, Mom lifted her mouth off Dad's boner and virtually sat on Dad's face for a few seconds, holding on to his head, his nose buried deep in her pussy, his tongue still lapping at her dripping cunt. They really were into intimate oral loving. Then Mom bent forwards on to Dad's torso and slid down his body, leaving a wet trail behind. As her pussy approached Dad's groin, she held onto his legs, reached out to his feet and kissed them, before raising herself to sit up on his body, her back to his view.
Grabbing Dad's majestic prick, she stroked the throbbing length and said "I need you in me now." She lifted her ass off his body, held his prick upright and lowered herself onto the throbbing rod, burying it to the hilt in one go.
"Uuunnnhhhh..." she growled like an animal in heat. She raised and lowered herself in rapid succession, getting her hairy, wet pussy nicely adjusted to that mighty meat, and then started a steady fucking rhythm. "Yes, yess, yesss..." she cried "fuck me with your thick cock, Athan.....fuck meeee...."
She was facing his legs and riding him like crazy -- up and down and around. She was on fire, her head contorted in sexual frenzy, her hair flailing everywhere. Dad kept in constant tandem with her, raising his hips of the bed, as he drove hard and deep into her.
"Harder, Athan. Shove your lovely cock into me, darling....deeper; harder.....fuck meeee..." Mom screeched. Dad obliged by elevating her off the bed on his cock. "Unnhhhhh...yessss, like that.......Goddd.....I love your cock, Athan....I love every fucking inch of it" she gasped and "...sooooo...deeeeep", she cried, when Dad gave a mighty shove.
My fingers never left my cock which was throbbing again, watching this amazing love show.
The words Mom was uttering stunned me and probably changed my life forever. There was so much pleasure in her words, so much love. They probably had fine tuned the art of love over the years since they were married (or before). Every motion was so natural -- not the mechanical stuff you see in porn films today. Both were aggressive lovers but no one dominating the other
Mom kept pumping Dad's thick rod in a steady motion, moaning and grunting with pleasure. She sat on him with her soles flat on the bed. Dad had his hands under her ass and every time she lifted up, he squeezed those magnificent pounds of flesh. "I love your cunt....so fucking tight, Raniii" uttered Dad, the first time I heard the fuck word from him, "and I love your buns."
"You want my special fuck, darling?" Mom asked, "I feel like it tonight," she continued.
"Yes, been a long time, my love....do what you want to my cock, baby" answered Dad.
Mom then did something truly amazing -- without missing a beat, she rotated herself around Dad's cock, just lifted her right leg over his body, rotated herself on his rod, then lifted the left leg to the other side his body and suddenly she was now facing him, her cunt never releasing his cock all the time. It was so fucking erotic that I couldn't hold anymore and shot my second load that night. Spurt after spurt of my cum hit the wall but my cock was still hard watching my parents and I kept stroking.
"Unhhh...mmmmm...yessss...feels so goooood....," moaned Dad.
"Mmmhhhh...yesssss....," cried Mom, as she lowered her body to plant a kiss his lips.
"I love you, my darling....." said Mom, as she humped him strong and hard, her boobs now swinging in motion. Her thali hung over his face and Mom placed it on his lips and pressed her lips to the thali. That was the power of their love.
Dad the reached for her tits and she lowered herself down to allow him to suck on her tits, first one then the other. She started rubbing her hard nipples over his face and Dad responded by squeezing her ass -- their in-and-out fucking not pausing for a second, not losing a beat nor the power. "God, they have really mastered this art of love" I thought, knowing that this was the finest form of love I would ever see
Mom then arched her body down to suck on Dad's nipples, one after the other. Dad's reaction was to hold Mom by her hips, lift his hips and slam his cock into her pussy in a rapid-fire action....like a machine gun.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh...yes, yes, yes.....fuck me, fuck me, my lovely woman" groaned Dad, as he speared Mom repeatedly in quick successions.
"Mmmmhhhhh....yes, Athan...fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee......," Mom screamed and continued "keep your cock inside my pussy forever, Athan...no, it's your pussy...yours and yours alone....love her, fuck her and make her cum on your lovely tool."
She kept pumping him and then did another rotation -- she was facing his legs again. And, then in quick succession, did that again and again. She was virtually spinning on his cock and did quite a few rotations, all the while keeping the up-and-down pumping on Dad's hard cock, using that as the fulcrum of her pleasure hole. "Was this the universal dance of Shiva and Shakti?" I wondered, stroking my cock, close to another explosion.
"Yes, yes, yessss....." cried Mom, impaling herself repeatedly on that extremely strong and massive piece of meat while screwing herself round. She was like a wild woman now, sweat pouring down her face and tears in her eyes. Suddenly she froze - her body stiffened and shuddered, her hands holding on to his thighs, her back to Dad's face and she screamed "Cummmmiiiiiiiiiinggg, yesssss, unnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh, yes,yes,yessssssssss,
mmmaaaaaaa...Athaaaaaaannnnnnn.....fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee, noww....uunnh...unnnhhh...uuunnnhhhh...yesss," as an explosive orgasm overwhelmed her while she continued to fuck that massive tool in vigor, wanting to give the same mind-blowing pleasure to her lover.
"Unnnhhhhh...Rani maaaaaaaa.....my darlinggggggggggggg...my lovvvvvvvvvvve...squeeze meeeeeee...more, more....yes,yes, yesssss........oh fuck, I'm going to explode......" cried Dad.
"Yes, Athan...my darling, my God.....fuck me....explode inside me.....unhhhhhh...yes, yes, yessssss.....yesssssssssssssssssss, cummminnnggggggggggggg again" cried Mom, as she shuddered again in a second orgasm, triggering what seemed like Dad's eruption.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...unh...unh.........yesssssssssssssss..........let me die in your pussy now....squeeze me, ohhhhhh, mmmmmhhh, yessssssss...fuckk...fuckkk...fuccccckkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeee," screamed Dad as he lifted Mom off the bed, his cock impaled deep inside her, spurting his love seed deep into her body. My cock spewed its third load of the night then and I marveled at what I had just witnessed
"Yes....cum inside me, darling, fill your pussy with your love...mmmmh....yesssss" moaned Mom, still humping him in a steady rhythm and grinding herself round his still hard cock. Her body continued to spasm in little shivers as the after-shocks of her orgasm hit her.
"Mmmm...yeah.....keep twitching your cock darling.....feels so good inside me" said Mom.
"Yes, and keep squeezing me da....your pussy muscles are still as strong as when we first made love more than 28 years ago...do you still remember?" asked Dad.
"How can I forget our first night? We didn't sleep did we?" answered Mom.
"You didn't let me sleep" said Dad, still spearing his rod in and out of her.
"How could I leave your beautiful cock alone? The first cock I had seen in my life as a woman and what a cock -- so thick and beautiful -- and it was all mine. God, I love you so much, Athan" said Mom, reflecting back.
Mom bent down and lay on his legs for a while, keeping his cock deep within her. Her daily yoga kept her body so flexible. They lay there like that for a while, relishing the warm afterglow.
"I was a total virgin when I met you and you made me addicted to you and your wonderful cock Athan, wild and crazy for you. I cannot live without you and your cock", answered Mom, as she slowly lifted herself of his cock, turned around to face him and reached for his still hard cock, her fingers circling the massive girth, wet with their combined juices.
She came up to kiss him and then went back down to his cock which she lifted and sucked. She licked up and down the length as if she was licking an ice cream cone and then took the whole length into her mouth to clean it. She really loved his cock and planted little kisses all over the length. Though semi-hard, it was still a wonderful piece.
Mom sat up on the side of the bed and tied her hair again and said to Dad "I'm leaking - you pumped in a gallon of love," before standing up. What Dad did next blew my mind -- he got down to the floor and kissed her pussy. Mom knowing what he wanted spread her legs and he slid his head under her pussy and started lapping the leaking juice from her pussy. He tasted his and her juice. Mom held his head as he licked her thighs, her ass and pussy....like a little puppy.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. "Don't you get tired of my pussy? It's old" she said.
"Never, my love. Your pussy, no my pussy will never grow old.....if I could I would live inside there forever" answered Dad.
At that answer, Mom rubbed her pussy harder against his face and said "I love you my darling" and then said "you better get some sleep - you need to be up early for work."
Dad reluctantly got up, hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips. Mom cupped his balls gently before picking up her towel and heading for the bathroom. Dad wore his sarong again and took a sip of water before lying down. The show was over for today and what a show. God, they were incredible or rather insatiable. And, it heightened my love for them -- I was proud to be a product of this intense love they have. I was proud to be a product of Dad's mighty lingam and Mom's godly yoni.
As I turned away from my peephole, still holding my cock in my hand, I froze in cold, frightened shock -- there at the door of the room stood Aayahmah, her hand against her open mouth, shocked to see me there, in that condition. All the good and pleasure I was feeling immediately disappeared. I wished that I was dead then or that the ground would open up and swallow me.
Just as suddenly she left and went down. Not knowing what was going to happen next, I cleaned the mess I had made on the wall with my t-shirt, walked out to the hall and switched off the TV and lights. I made my way downstairs towards my room.
Aayahmah came out of her room, stared at me angrily and then ordered in a strict voice "Go wash yourself clean and come to my room, I want to talk to you."
"That's it" I thought, quite certain that my parents would hear of it tomorrow and I would have some ear-bashing. I went into the bathroom, discarded my dirty t-shirt, my pants and sticky underwear, washed my cock clean with soap and water, dried myself with a towel and went to my room. I put on my sleeping shorts (always slept with a pair of football shorts only, no underwear or tops) and then headed towards Aayahmah's room.
I hesitated slightly before moving onwards to Aayahmah's room. She meant a lot to me - I respected her and it mattered to me what she thought of me. I did not want my love and respect for her, or likewise her (motherly) love and affection for me, to diminish.
Her door was slightly ajar and I knocked before letting myself in, still quite anxious as to how she was going to react and more worried about what my parents were going to say the next day when they found out from her.
Aayahmah was sitting on her bed, reading Kumudam (a Tamil magazine) – she had a large double bed which she shared with Mala (when Mala was home for holidays). She had a long night gown on and her hair was let loose. When she saw me, she put the magazine away and stood up.
"How long has this been going on? How long have you been peeping on your parents?" she asked me sternly.
"Only since yesterday, Aayahmah. Really, I promise! I heard a noise when I went to get a pillow and out of curiosity, I looked" I blabbered, looking at the floor in shame.
"Please, please don't tell Mom and Dad," I begged. "I will not do it again," I said.
"I am just surprised it's you, Mohan" she said. "I didn't expect you to be doing that so openly, dirty things, you know with your thing out, playing with yourself while you peeped on your parents," she continued. "You were always the good child, so it really shocked me to catch you like that," said Aayahmah.
She walked towards me and touched my face, raising my face up with her right hand to look at her. "Chellam, it's okay. You are a young man now and you will surely have all these boyish urges. So don't be ashamed about it, but please be more discrete – don't let anyone else catch you," she explained.
"And, don't worry, I won't tell your parents, ok?" she continued.
Looking at my still worried face, she said "Smile da. I will keep it our secret."
She moved back to her bed and sat down. Calling to me, she said "Come here and lie down on my laps, Mohan - it's been a long time since you did that. You used to do that so frequently when you were younger."
I obeyed her without any questions and sat down on the bed next to her. I placed my head on her laps, looking away from her towards the wall, and stretched out my legs on her bed, still unsure of whether she will tell on me. She stroked my hair and face and talked to me. Yes, it had been a long time since she mothered me like that.
"I brought you up since you were born, Mohan. You are like my own son, any which way you look at it. Your Mom knows what you and your sisters mean to me, especially you – you were the son I longed for and never had. I have seen you grow up now into a fine person – a caring, intelligent and handsome young man" she told me, with genuine affection. "That's why I was shocked to see you in that state in your sister's room," she continued in her calm manner.
"Did watching your parents make you excited?" she asked, still stroking my hair.
"Yes Aayahmah," was my reply.
"What were they doing?" she asked.
"Everything" I replied.
"What everything?" teased Aayahmah.
"Sex" I answered.
"When two people truly love and want each other, it's not sex, Chellam. It's making love" she explained and then continued "your parents love each other so very much and they express their love in a very physical way," sounding so much like how I felt last night after watching my parents for the first time.
"Was it your first time seeing people like that or?" asked Aayahmah.
"In real life yes, but I have seen some dirty movies and magazines" I answered.
"Really? And, which is better?" she continued with her questions.
"Nothing could ever compare to what I saw my parents doing, Aayahmah" I told her.
I felt comfortable now, talking openly with her. With my head on her fleshy thighs I brought my left hand to rest on her knee. I moved the back of my head closer to her body, feeling the warmth radiating from her tummy as well as her thighs. I felt a little different too – lying on a woman's legs and no longer just on a mother's legs.
"Have you ever slept with a girl yet?" Aayahmah asked.
"No!" I replied
"Nowhere near a girl? Not even a kiss or a touch?" she persisted with her questioning.
"No, Aayahmah. I am a complete virgin" I answered.
She laughed and said "You are only 18, Chellam. That's alright."
I turned to face her, with the back of my head now resting on her thighs. I looked up to see her beautiful face and body silhouetted against the light. I noticed her large, plump breasts now, underneath her gown, kept safely inside by the buttons on the front of her night gown. She kept stroking my hair and forehead with her right hand while her left hand rested on my tummy.
"Have you heard them before, Aayahmah?" I asked, "My parents in their room, I mean?"
She looked into my eyes before answering me "Now I know why you asked all those funny questions this morning! Yes I have heard them and I have also seen them, Mohan. Just like you, out of curiosity. But that was long ago."
"Will you please keep it our secret? That I have watched them?" she asked.
"Yes, I promise" I replied.
She bent down to kiss my forehead.
"How do you feel when you see them?" I continued with the questions.
"You are really very curious, aren't you? Excited – they are beautiful to watch, so much love and pleasure. They are made for each other. I did feel envy and frustration too – I wish I could have the same kind of love and pleasures" she responded, her eyes revealed her longing.
I turned my face towards her body, put my right hand around her and hugged her body to me. I felt her breasts against my head and gently moved my head against her tits. I felt her nipples and I heard her gasp, as she bent down to hug me. Then I opened my mouth instinctively and groped on the outside of her gown, trying to find a breast to suck, like a blind, newborn puppy. She immediately pulled away and sat upright. I didn't move, expecting a slap or to be pushed away at any instant.
"You used to drink my milk when you were a baby, Chellam – right up till you were 5. When your Mom used to be on night shifts, you stayed with me and when you saw Mala feeding on my breast, you would be jealous and cry to be fed," described Aayahmah. "You were a hungry child and used to suck on my breasts for hours. Your Mom used to say that you would be a strong child, having the milk from both her and me" she continued. "Sometimes I used to feed Mala on one breast and you on the other, you know" she said, laughing.
I hugged her tightly and planted some gentle kisses on her body after hearing all that.
"I love you, Aayahmah" I uttered, looking into her eyes.
"I love you too, my son" replied Aayahmah, her hand stroking my hair again.
We remained silent for a few minutes, just looking at each other. Aayahmah then took a deep breath and using her left hand, she unbuttoned the top part of her night gown and took out her right breast and offered it to me. "There's no milk now, Chellam, just love for you," she whispered.
I eased my mouth over her breast and felt her moan when my lips closed over her nipple. She held the back of my head with her right hand to support me and pulled me tight against her breast. Being my very first time, I sucked and chewed on her breast, like a baby looking for milk and trying to get the whole breast in my mouth. She laughed softly and guided me. "Go slowly, my son" she whispered. I moved my mouth back a little and just sucked on her now hard nipple, using my right hand to hold her large breast and gently squeeze it. I felt a stirring in my loins.
She looked at me so lovingly while I was sucking her tit, a Madonna's smile on her face.
"Aaaaah....." she gasped when my tongue licked around her nipple in a circular motion, my hand squeezing the juicy melon in tandem. She used her left hand to gently rub and stroke my back while I greedily sucked on her, all the time staring lovingly at me.
"Wait, Chellam" she said and pulled my head off her right breast. Then she put her hand into her night gown again, took out her left breast and guided my open mouth to her boob.
"Aaaaah" she sighed again when my mouth made wet contact with her left nipple.
Both her breasts were in the open now – I was sucking her left breast while my hand was gently squeezing her right. Her breast was indeed large and I could not get it all completely in my hand. It sagged a little but was quite firm and fleshy to hold and her skin felt so soft and smooth. Her breasts were of a lighter shade than her hands and her large, dark areolas coupled with her dark nipples made her breasts look so beautiful and sexy. Her nipples were like mini phalluses. I brought my fingers to her nipple and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. All the time, my lips and tongue were teasing her left nipple.
"Mmmmm" she responded.
I felt the heat radiating from underneath me, from her loins.
I pulled my head back and said "I love you, Aayahmah", before burying my face between her breasts, rubbing my face over them.
"My son, my son, my son" she cried, hugging me hard.
I mauled her tits and chewed and sucked her nipples in an urgent frenzy, alternating between her left and right orbs. Then I held her breasts together and tried to get both nipples into my mouth at the same time. Hungrily I grunted and salivated on her tits for some more minutes, enjoying my first sexual experience. My cock was by now rock hard and throbbing.
I sat up and held her face in my hands. "Let me love you, Aayahmah, like a man, please" I pleaded, overcome by the horny, sexual need in me.
She stared at me, shocked at what I had just said.
"Do you know what you are saying, Chellam? This cannot happen. You are like my son" she said.
"I love you and I want to bring the joy back in your life. I want to give you all the love and pleasure that you have been missing" I begged.
"No, Chellam" she said firmly, tears now forming in her eyes "I love you too, but we cannot, it's wrong. God, what have I done?"
She pulled her open gown together and covered her breasts, fixing the buttons. She stood up and I did the same
"How can it be wrong when I want you so much?" I asked.
The erection in my shorts was quite obvious to her now and her eyes dropped on it.
"Look at you - you are letting your male urges control your brain. I am just a woman for you now. I shouldn't have encouraged you and I am sorry if I did that. My maternal instincts took over me for a while," she answered.
"Now please go to your room" she requested.
"It's not like that, Aayahmah! I want to love you" I said with an almost sobbing voice, before reluctantly wishing her good night and heading towards my room. I heard her saying behind me "Oh Mohan, where is this going to lead us? Shiva, Shiva."
I dropped down on my bed and let my mind wonder. I really felt in love with her and wanted her so much – maybe like she said, it was my cock thinking that, but those minutes I spent touching and sucking her breasts, I felt as if I was on top of the world. My cock was still hard and I kept stroking it with images of my Aayahmah on my mind – her nice, succulent breasts. How nice it would be to rub my prick in between those juicy melons, to rub my cock head against her hard nipples. I alternated these images with those of Mom and Dad earlier. I imagined Aayahmah sitting on my face like Mom did on Dad's – I wanted her to cum on me. Within a few minutes of that, I spurted another load of cum onto my chest – I was surprised at the amount of cum as I had already exploded four times that day and I needed a handful of tissues to wipe them off. Aayahmah had turned me on.
In the past two days, my life seemed to have changed like never before and I was wondering what else lay in store for me. And Aayahmah was right – she was like my Mother; she brought me up and it was wrong for me to think of her in a sexual way. But she was also a woman who had needs and I wanted to be her man – I wanted to please and satisfy her. I wanted to lose my virginity to her. With these crazy thoughts I soon fell asleep.
When I woke up from my sleep the next morning, a sudden fear hit me. Was she going to tell Mom what happened last night - about me peeping and then later me wanting to make love to her? I felt uneasy as I had crossed a certain line and felt a little guilty too.
I went straight to the toilet first and then the bathroom. After my shower, I got changed and went to the kitchen, where I heard both Mom and Aayahmah. Mom was busy peeling and cutting carrots and potatoes for lunch while Aayahmah was putting the rice to boil. I wished them both and grabbed the mug of coffee which was already waiting for me.
"Good Morning, Chellam. Leela is coming home on Friday afternoon" said Mom.
"And since next Monday is a public holiday here, Sheela and her hubby are also coming here on Saturday to spend the weekend with us", she continued.
"Great, I haven't seen them for a while" I said, stealing looks of Aayahmah's body as she stood by the stove. She was wearing her sari as usual, but tied in a very different way today – rather sexy, as it revealed her breasts (covered by the blouse of course) and showed off her midsection and navel.
"Mala too is coming on Friday evening – she has a week's holiday", Aayahmah said, joining in the chatter.
"Looks like a full house this weekend, I'll sleep on the couch or on the floor, if needed" I joked.
"Don't be silly. You share your room with Leela over the weekend, while Sheela and her hubby can use her room" ordered Mom and then said, "Leela can use the spare bed in your room."
"Yes, if she stops irritating me" I replied, now taking in Mom's body. She was wearing a sleeveless housedress which fell to just under her knees. It was a little low-cut and showed off her cleavage.
"Irritating? I thought you both were best buddies" Mom responded.
"Yeah, she's alright" I reacted.
Leela was indeed pretty close to me. We were both so much alike – she excelled in both studies and sports like me, unlike Sheela who was a bookworm only. Plus Leela and I shared a lot of things together because of our small age difference. The first sexual differences between males and females were explored with her when we were still young. I wondered if she still remembered those incidents.
Mom broke me out of my thoughts.
"I need your help to change all the window and door curtains as well as the cushion covers in the hall" requested Mom.
"Trying to impress your son-in-law I guess?" I joked, walking away from the kitchen.
"My son, ever the smart ass," murmured Mom.
Aayahmah laughed and said "He's still our little child."
"Yes, but it's time he grew up" said Mom.
I eavesdropped on their little chatter.
"Oh, he's grown up a lot you know" responded Aayahmah. "He's as tall and handsome like his Father and very responsible" she continued.
"I know that, but I wish he acted a little more mature, you know, not as a little boy always," Mom replied.
"He just enjoys the little boy's role, getting everyone to pamper him" said Aayahmah, protecting me as usual.
"He's never talked about girls, you know" said Mom.
"He's only 18-lah, let him learn" answered Aayahmah.
"He needs the right woman to guide him, Sundari" said Mom. "He's so ignorant about life. All he thinks about are his studies and football" she added.
If only Mom knew what had been on my mind since the past two days.
I went upstairs to read the newspaper and a little while later Mom came up. She went to my sisters' room to collect the new curtains and cushion covers and then brought them to the hall and dumped the whole load in front of me. "Ok Mister, let's start" she ordered.
I started with the door curtains and needed a stool to stand on. I took off the old curtains and threw them to the floor. Mom handed me the new curtains which I fixed. While fixing the curtains (I had to thread the holding wire through the halters on the curtains and it takes some minutes work), I looked down at Mom while she was changing the cushion covers. I could clearly look down into her dress and see those beautiful fleshy mounds, covered by a black bra. I reflected how those babies jiggled last night as she rode Dad like crazy – first his face and then his cock. I tried to concentrate on the task but having Mom around made it difficult.
I moved the stool to the door of my parent's bedroom and changed that as well, all the time being conscious of the powerful sexual energy emitting from this wonderful woman who just happened to by my mother. When I got down from the stool to move it to my sisters' room door, Mom was bent over changing a cushion cover with her back to me, her beautiful ass protruding obscenely. I could also see the thick silky hair of her armpits and I felt a stirring between my legs.
As I stood on the stool changing the curtains for my sisters' room door, I kept stealing looks at Mom. Besides being a fantastic mother, she was truly a magnificent female, a woman who just oozed love and sex. She was the epitome of a true woman, a goddess – beautiful, smart, a kind and caring personality and added to that, as I had recently discovered, highly sexed. My Dad was indeed a lucky man to have her as his, as I thought about what I had seen the previous two days.
I finished with all the curtains in the hall and then changed the window curtains in the bedrooms as well as the utility room. I then went downstairs to change the curtains in the downstairs' rooms. Mom was changing the lace coverings (for the table, TV, etc.) in the hall. Aayahmah came to her room to help me with the curtains.
"It's okay, I can do it on my own" I told her.
"I have left the sambar (lentil curry) to boil, so I have some time to help" she answered.
She did indeed tie her sari differently today – showed off her body well. And, she certainly looked different today – something radiant about her. She smiled when she caught me staring at her.
"What are you staring at?" she queried.
"You, just admiring you" I replied.
"Me or my body?" she questioned.
"Both" I replied with a smile.
She patted my hair and handed me the curtains for the windows, before leaving the room.
I finished her room and then mine. After that I collected all the old curtains and cushion covers together and tied them up into a sack. Our dobi (laundry man) would come on his bicycle and pick it up later – we usually sent some stuff to the dobi for washing or dry-cleaning on a weekly basis.
I then sat at the dining table to do some homework while Mom was in the kitchen, finishing off with the cooking. Aayahmah was washing some clothes in the bathroom. A little while later she carried a pail of washed clothes to the open area to dry on the line. She was in her pavadai and blouse now. I just stared at her as she hung the clothes to dry. She saw me staring at her and smiled. As she bent down to pick a cloth from the pail, she showed me her cleavage, taking her time to stand up straight again.
"Was she teasing me?" I wondered, aware that something had changed between us since the incidents of the previous night. And, she had not told Mom about it, it appeared.
When she stood up straight, I took in her full body, staring straight at the V-area between her thighs and imagining what treasures lay under her pavadai. She did have a slightly larger frame then Mom, supported by nice, wide hips, rounded bums, fleshy thighs and strong legs, not to mention the large fleshy tits which I tasted last night. Her mid-section was showing – a little tummy with a sexy navel. My cock started twitching.
"Mohan, could you go to the fruit shop and get us a full water melon, please" came a shout from Mom in the kitchen, breaking my concentration on Aayahmah's body.
"Yes, I'll go right away" I replied, adjusting my erection under the table before standing up.
Aayahmah smiled at me, probably knowing that I had feasted my eyes on her body.
It was like that the whole day till Dad came home from work. I was constantly ogling at Mom and Aayahmah when they were around, letting my imagination run wild and sporting a semi-erect dick for most of the day. These two motherly women were suddenly appearing to me in a very different light, as sexually attractive females. Sex just never left my mind the whole day – my hormones were on overdrive. How was I going to last the rest of my term break here with these two women around, I wondered.
That night I decided to watch my parents again, despite my promise the previous night to Aayahmah. After what had transpired, I wasn't too worried if she caught me peeping again. So a short while after my parents had gone to their room, I slipped into my sisters' room, expecting to watch and learn something new in their wonderful acts of love.
It was around 10 pm. Dad was on the bed in his usual sarong. Mom came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a sarong and towel, stood in front of the dressing table to dry and brush her hair. She then let her sarong and towel fall and slipped on her sleeping gown, giving me the briefest of views of her lovely body. She switched on the lights by the bed and switched off the main room light. She sat next to Dad and bent down to kiss him. They just kissed and held each other for a few minutes. Then Mom sat up and said "we both have an early start tomorrow, darling."
"Yes" replied Dad yawning.
Mom bent down to kiss him again and used her hand to caress his cock through the sarong and bringing her hand to her mouth to kiss it. "Good night, Athan, love you" she said before standing up and drinking some water. She then got onto her side of the bed and lay down, before switching off the lights.
"Good night, Rani" came Dad's reply.
"Shit!" I thought. I was really looking forward to watching them make wild love (and to give some relief to my desperate cock) and now the room was in darkness. I waited for some minutes to detect any sound or movement, but nothing. Disappointed I switched off the hall lights and went downstairs. Aayahmah was ironing some clothes near the dining hall area.
She looked up at me and asked knowingly "Not watching the show tonight?"
"Nope, no show tonight. They went to sleep and I will too" I answered, the frustration telling.
"Good Night, Chellam" she wished me.
"Good Night, Aayahmah" I replied.
I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth before slipping into bed with a football magazine, my bedside reading light on. About 20 minutes later, I was almost dozing off when I heard my door open and close. I saw Aayahmah walking in, her long hair down. She was in her nightgown.
"Are you asleep?" she asked.
"Almost. Why?" I responded.
"Nothing, I just wanted to be near you" she replied and sat on the bed.
She smelt freshly showered. She looked at me and patted my face and hair. Then she bent down to kiss me, gently at first before pulling back – fresh mint breath. It was not her normal motherly type of kiss. She looked at me with a seductive smile on her face. I started to say something but she brought her hand over my lips, shushing me.
I didn't want to ask any questions. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard – my first real kiss. Our mouths opened and joined together hungrily as my arms went around her, hugging her and crushing her body to my naked chest. She held my face and let her tongue slide into my mouth. Instinctively I sucked on it for a few seconds before she retracted it. I did likewise and slid my tongue into her mouth. "Mmmm" she sounded before sucking hungrily on my tongue. We played with each other's tongues and mouths for some seconds. While she kept her hands at the side of my head, my hands were gently moving all over her back. Then she kissed my eyes and my nose, one after the other and sat up.
"I love you, my son" she said.
"I love you too, Amma" I replied.
I got up from the bed and held her hands, pulling her up to stand with me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her again. "Let me love you please, Aayahmah" I begged.
She answered me with a deep kiss, a passionate kiss of a woman in need.
Being a total novice, I had no idea where this would end up or what I was going to do. I was just going to use my instincts and put all what I had read in the books (Kama Sutra, Perfume Garden, etc.) and what I had seen in films, as well as all that I had learnt from watching my parents, into practice.
I made her lie down on the bed. I sat beside her and bent down to kiss her, her open mouth searching for my tongue and finding it. Then I trailed my tongue from her lips, up over her nose to her forehead. I kissed her forehead and then her large and sensual eyes, one after the other – a smile lit up her face. Gently, I licked my way to her left ear and kissed it before nibbling her ear lobe. She squirmed and her fingers went around my head pulling me, signalling to me that she liked it. I licked and nibbled her ear lobe for a while and then moved to the other ear. She really liked her ears being kissed and nibbled.
Then I kissed her lips again and let my tongue slide into her open, hungry mouth. We tongue fucked for a few seconds, duelling with each other. I kissed her chin and licked down to her throat – she gasped and her whole body seemed to twitch in pleasure. I planted one gentle kiss after another all over her neck and she kept her hand tight around my head, not wanting me to stop. I used my tongue to make little circles on either side of her neck.
"Mmmm....nice, so nice," she whispered.
I continued with the loving of her neck with my mouth and tongue, aware that inside my shorts my cock was by now hard. I nibbled lightly on the side of her neck using just my lips.
"Yesss......aaaahhhh" she moaned, her body now responding to the pleasure, her hands pulling my head hard against her.
I then kissed my way down to her breasts. Like last night, she wore no bra and her nipples were erect. I closed my mouth over one nipple through the nightgown while my hand closed over the other boob, caressing it gently. I started fumbling with the buttons on her gown, eager to make love to those magnificent mounds of flesh.
"Wait, Chellam. Let me do it, but please switch off the lights first" she requested, sitting up on the bed. I didn't question her wish and obediently switched off the reading light, plunging the room into darkness.
She lay back on the bed, pulling me with her and guiding my mouth to her naked breasts. I captured one of the breasts in my mouth and started sucking hard, while I brought my hand to caress the other.
"Be gentle with me, Mohan" she whispered, "it's been a very long time."
I sucked with a soft, gentle pressure, using just my lips and then used my tongue to roll over her nipples, first one then the other, holding her breast with both my hands. My tongue made slow circles around her nipples before I trailed my tongue in between her tits and then under and around. When my tongue touched under her breast, her body twitched and she moaned.
I carried on the oral foreplay with her boobs and loved the taste and scent of her body.
After feasting on her lovely tits for some time, I gently licked my way up to her right shoulder and nibbled on that before lifting her hand up to my mouth and sucking on her fingers one by one. I did the same to her other hand.
She moaned deeply and pulled me back to her, her mouth searching mine for a loving kiss. As I sucked on her tongue, I let my right hand move down her body. Her gown hung around her waist and she still had her panties on. I pulled her gown up towards her waist, expecting her to stop my hand, but she didn't. I trailed my hand over her front and touched her mound. She gasped. I rubbed gently over her panties, feeling the bush underneath the material.
I knew then what I wanted to do – I kissed my way down from her lips, over her neck, over her breasts and stopped for a few seconds to kiss and lick her navel (which had turned me on so much that afternoon). Then I planted a kiss on her mound – she jerked immediately and pulled me up to her.
She kissed my lips and held me to her. I pulled back and said "I want to taste you, Amma. I want to lick you down there" and rubbed my hand over her mound again, while I slid my tongue into her mouth. She spread her legs, allowing my fingers to rub her pussy through her panties.
I caressed her pussy gently and then slid my fingers under her panties, my mouth locked in a tongue-love with her. My fingertips ran through her curly pubes and I rubbed my palm over her pussy – there seemed to be curly hair all over her groin. I tugged my finger into her waistband to pull down her panties – she brought her hand to guide me. I broke our kiss and stood up, to pull away her panties and gown.
I pulled her to the edge of my bed and dropped to my knees on the floor in front of her. I slipped my hand under her thighs and pulled her pussy to my mouth.
"Oh Mohan" she cooed before opening her thighs wide.
I kissed her hairy mound before running my tongue over her pussy. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled it up, as she asked "Are you sure about this, Chellam?"
"Yes, I want to love you like this" I replied before pushing her back and burying my face in her hairy pussy.
I pressed my lips into her already moist cunt and kissed her passionately. I smelt her aroma, her womanhood – an immediate addiction. I brought my tongue out to taste her – tasted like nothing before – musky, but brilliantly pleasant – again, an immediate addiction. I savored her aroused pussy and let my tongue slide slowly along her slit, thoroughly enjoying my first taste of a woman's pussy.
"Mmmmm....Ohhhh.....my baby," she moaned in pleasure. She laced her fingers through my hair and gently guided my face and mouth over her pussy. I sensed a gentle upward thrust of her pussy. Taking the cue, my tongue darted out and licked her along her hairy slit, the curly pubes tickling my nose which was buried in her folds.
I used the tip of my tongue to part her pussy lips gently and ran it along the groove, from the bottom to the top, trying to find her clit. As if reading my mind, she spread her legs wider and used her fingers to spread her lips, guiding me to her little bud. When my tongue touched it, she gasped "Yesssss.....mmmmmm....Mohannn" and she pushed herself back onto my tongue.
I continued my tongue assault on her clit, making small circles slowly around her rosebud, increasing the tempo slightly after every few seconds, according to her body signals.
"Mmmmmm....unnhhh" she moaned now in a steady rhythm, her right hand holding and guiding my face.
Suddenly without warning, the bedside light switched on, slightly shocking me and causing me to stop abruptly. My eyes adjusted to the light as I looked up to her. She had lifted herself on her elbows and looked at me. "I want to see you loving me," she whispered to me, her face lit up with pleasure.
I stared right into her hairy, sopping pussy, the lips slightly parted and showing pink due to my earlier licking efforts. I admired her cunt, using my fingers to open her fleshy pussy lips and seeing her love-hole and then her clit. She had lovely, thick curls of hair all over her pussy. God, it was so beautiful – my first pussy. I slipped my hands back under her round bums, pulled her towards my mouth and buried my face in her. I wanted to please her, to make her cum. I loved what I was doing.
"Uunnnhhhh....Mohan, yesssss.......lick me, lick me, please" she urged me on, as my tongue darted out to lick along her slit. Her hands held my head and her body began to squirm and thrash against my face. She was fully aroused now and my face was getting wet with her juices - I loved the musky smell and taste of her womanhood.
I caught her clit between my lips and sucked on it gently. "Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh.......Mohan" she moaned before pushing herself against my face, fucking my mouth with her clit. I stopped sucking her clit and used my tongue to flick it, making short quick strokes and then again returned to sucking it. That drove her wild and she grunted and ground her pussy hard against my face. "Mmmmm.....yesssss....yesssss....love me, my son" she cried.
I then tried to slide my tongue into her love tunnel and she jerked hard against it, as if trying to suck my tongue into her. "Aaaaahhhhhh" she cried again in pleasure as my tongue fucked her hole. I tried to piston my tongue in and out of her hole, while my fingers squeezed her fleshy bums in rhythm.
She gripped my hair with her hand and thrust her cunt harder and faster against my face, all the while looking at me, watching me lick her. I did not lose a lick as I slurped and sucked her divine juices. Her pumping became more vigorous. She began to jerk violently now and was uttering animalistic moans of pleasure, her face contorted in sheer lust, her melons rocking in motion.
"Unnnnhhh....mmmmmmm....aaaaahhhhh...nice, nice, lick me, lick meeeee. Goddddd...YESSSSSSSSS....cummmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg" she screamed, as I felt her body shudder in a powerful orgasm. Her legs were now spread wide and she lifted her bums of the mattress, forcing herself hard onto my face. I felt a gush of honey flow out of her pussy wetting my face and dripping down to my hands under her bums.
"Unnhhhhhh....aaaaahhhhhhh......Mohannnnnnnnn" she moaned, her pussy fucking my face in a steady rhythm, as her body spasmed and shuddered in pleasure, and more honey gushed out of her tunnel. Her thighs now tightened their grip around my head, trying to pull my whole head into her.
That was too much for me – seeing this lovely woman in so much pleasure pushed me over the edge. "Ammma......Aaayahmah....Ammma, I love youuuuuu...." I cried as my cock exploded a gush of cum inside my shorts. I was so turned on by making love to my Aayahmah that I had self-exploded, the pleasure like nothing I had ever experienced before.
"Mmmmm...I love your pussy Ma" I muttered as she rode through her orgasm. I continued to lick her, trying to capture every drop of pussy juice with my tongue and mouth, worshipping her pussy. Her movements slowed down but she held my face tight against her pussy, my mouth and nose buried in her gaping, wet slit. I rubbed my face all over her yoni, covering my face with her honey. I raised her legs and licked down to her ass using my tongue.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and held my face in her hands, no longer shy of her nakedness. Her face sparkled with delight, her eyes radiant with pleasure. "My Chellam, never have I experienced such a pleasure, such a feeling. No one has licked me there, you were the first" she said in shorts gasps before kissing me on my forehead and then hugging me to her breasts. "I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven, the pleasure was that intense, Mohan" she whispered to me. "I have seen your Dad loving your Mom like that and wondered if I would ever enjoy that and now you have loved me just like that. Thank you my son," she cooed.
"Seeing you in so much pleasure excited me too, Amma. It excited me so much that I self-exploded in my shorts" I told her and guided her arm to the front of my shorts, where she felt the wetness. She fondled my still hard prick through my shorts. "Ohhh....Mohan, you are still so hard," she whispered.
I hugged her hard, my head nuzzled against her juicy tits. "Yes, I want you. I love you, Aayahmah. I want to please you in every way you want me to" I told her lovingly. "And you will always be my Aayahmah, that will not change" I promised.
"Yes, I will always be your Aayahmah and you will always be my son, my Chellam" she responded, her fingers sizing up and gently stroking my fast hardening cock.
"Come my son, come love me" she asked, leaning back against the bed and opening her legs wide. "Come inside me and fill me with your love" she tempted me.
I didn't need another word. I quickly stood up, took of my shorts and exposed my sticky, wet cock to her. She had seen it briefly last night but today it was right in front of her. She took a deep breath, let out her hand and circled her fingers around my cock. "You are big and beautiful, my son. Nice, thick and hard" she said, rubbing the tip of my virgin cock with her thumb and pulled me by my cock to her.
I got on to the bed, between her legs and positioned myself above her. Her legs were obscenely spread. "Guide me, Amma" I pleaded, desperate to fuck my first woman. She held my pulsating cock and rubbed the head along her slit, still wet from her overflowing juices. When she was sure, she held it at the entrance to her love-tunnel, lifted her legs up and used her hands to pull me into her.
"Uunnnnhhhhhh....yessssssss" she hissed as my rod entered her and slowly sank to the full length. Her legs were still up and spread, allowing me to thrust my complete length into her and for her pussy to accommodate me. I looked at her face – her lips opened in a little gasp as my virgin cock entered her and then a smile lit up her face.
I felt as I was going to explode again – the pleasure I experienced in that first penetration was unlike anything, it was so intense. I savored that moment and wanted it to last. I didn't move, afraid of exploding. I just hugged her while her legs clamped behind my back locking me in position. I looked into her eyes and whispered to her "It feels so good, Aayahmah".
Finally, I was inside a woman, a real woman, fucking her and she was fucking me. My first pussy and it was my Aayahmah. God, I loved her.
She kissed me and said "Yes, my son. You feel so good inside me."
"Does it hurt for you?" she asked. I felt as if a tight wet glove was wrapped around my prick.
"Yes, but it's lovely, Ma, beautiful pain" I said and slowly started to move inside her, pulling out a little and pushing it back in, eliciting a moan from her.
"I won't last long" I warned her.
"It's ok, Chellam. I want you to explode inside me" she whispered.
"Will it be safe?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry. Just keep pumping" she encouraged.
I slid my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy a little faster now, proud that this woman wanted me in her. My cock never felt this hard or big before – it seemed massive now, pounding this beautiful mature love tunnel.
"Ohhhh.....yessss" she cried, as she gripped my bums, her fingers clawing into my flesh, and pulled me hard into her.
"Can you feel me inside you?" I asked her, as I steadily increased my thrusts.
"Yes, my son. It's wonderful and it's alive inside me. It fills me completely" she replied, pushing herself up to receive the downward drive of my hips.
I leaned forward to kiss her, letting my tongue slide into her open mouth. Then I lifted myself up using my hands, raising back my hips, till my hard cock slid almost completely out of her hot, wet pussy. I paused for a second before plowing into her pussy, burying my full length deep inside her. We both looked down between our bodies to see my tool disappearing into her wet depths.
"Unnnnhhhhhhhh.........aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, my son, my Chellam....feels sooooo gooooood" she whimpered, "so deeeeep. Yessss...aaaaahhhhhh"
"Unnhhhhhh...yesssss, my darling, I am deep inside you" I cried in reply, as we thrust our groins together, picking up the tempo of our sexual union – my lingam and her yoni.
I fucked my cock in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm now. She matched my tempo and raised her groin to meet my plunges, lifting her ass off the bed with each upward thrust. She was so wet - her pussy was flooding juices, emitting squishing noises.
Our eyes were locked on each other, the pleasure evident in both our faces. I thrust my hips like a man-possessed now and she met my every thrust with equal animal gusto, her large boobs heaving and moving in motion. We were racing down the road towards mutual joy and sexual pleasure.
"Harder my son, harder" she cried. She bucked her hips and lifted her pelvis off the bed to meet my rod. She was on fire now, the heat rising from her wet pussy through to my cock. The feelings that had been buried all these years came exploding to the surface.
"Do me, Chellam. Fuck me......" she cried as she her nails scrapped my bums, pulling me harder against her. Her words surprised me but spurred me to perform like a love-god. I hammered away at her cunt desperate not to explode before she reached her heights. My pleasure did not matter anymore - I wanted to pleasure this wonderful woman with my lingam. I wanted her to be completely satisfied and wanting more from my cock. I was proud.
"Yes, Chellam. Yes......more, more, more. Harder! Unnnhhhh, unnnhhhhh, yes, yes.....going to explode" she cried, squirming wildly, moaning and whimpering non-stop.
"Explode for me, Amma. Show me how much you love me inside you" I cried, making rapid hard stabs and feeling my love burning inside.
Her hips bucked and jumped violently now, as she approached her orgasm. She lifted her ass off the bed and screamed "Now, my darling, now.....yessssssssssssssss............nowwwww".
"Ohhhhh.....aaaahhhhh....Mohaaaaaaaan........yes, yes....YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she groaned. Her body stiffened and then shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her.
Her body convulsed involuntarily.
Then for the first time, I felt her pussy contract around my throbbing prick. It started as a gentle squeeze of her pussy muscles and turned into a spasmodic contraction – frequent and strong, as if she was milking me with her pussy. And all the time, her body jerked and shuddered as she rode the waves of her orgasmic bliss.
That did it – I pulled my cock out off her pussy almost completely and in one action plunged it back into her gaping, hot and wet yoni.
"YESSSSS....unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh. cum Chellam, shoot your love juice, fill me with your love......unnnnnhhhhhhhhhh" she cried.
I felt my cock swell inside her and then a mighty explosion – I shot a powerful stream of my virgin cum into her love-hole and then another and another.
"YESSSSSSS.......God, that's it..........YESSSSSSSSSS...... Ammmmaaaaaaaaaaaa......." I screamed, as an intense feeling hit me – a feeling I would never ever forget.
It was as if all my energy was being drained out of me through my cock head, an intensely beautiful sensation. My cock jerked and twitched repeatedly as it ejaculated shot after shot of boy cum, the cock head seemingly expanding on every shot. I kept spearing my cock in and out of her now filled pussy, my pelvis jerking involuntarily from the last squirts. My legs shuddered from the effort. I fell back on her and rested my head against her breasts.
"Unnnnhhhh.....aaaaahhhhhh, my baby......sooooo gooooood, mmmmmmhhhh" she groaned. Her cunt continued to squeeze my cock. It was a powerful contraction of her vaginal muscles and felt good. I instinctively and forcibly twitched my cock muscles in response and we started this love play between her yoni and my lingam, deep inside her love tunnel – a beautiful feeling. "He's talking to her" she said and squeezed me hard.
For minutes, we didn't speak – I just lay on top of her, my softening cock still buried in her wet tunnel, looking at her beautiful satisfied face, relishing the warm afterglow of my first fuck.
I smiled at her. "Thank you Ma, for this wonderful experience" I said.
"Thank you my son, for making me feel like a woman again" she replied.
She lifted and wrapped her legs around me. "I want you to stay inside me forever" she cooed.
I never knew that making love could be so intense and I felt in love with this wonderful woman for giving me this wonderful experience. I was proud to have lost my virginity to her.
I parted her legs and my now softened cock slipped out of her pussy. I stood up and looked at the honey oozing out of her wet, gaping hole. It looked beautifully fucked, like a flower open in full blossom. I bent down to plant a kiss on this magnificent womanhood which had given me such pleasure, little concerned that I tasted my own cum too.
"I love you" I whispered to her yoni before standing up again.
Aayahmah then got up after me and said "You filled me up with so much love, Chellam. I am leaking" she smiled and hugged me.
"I have never experienced such wonderful pleasures as a woman. You my son have satisfied me to the fullest. If I die today, I will be happy" she said, tears of pleasure forming in her eyes.
She pulled away and looked at me. "Wait a moment, Chellam" she said, opening the door of my room and stepping out. She went to her room and came back within a few minutes, holding something in her hand. She closed the door and knelt down in front of me, face level with my waist.
She looked up at me and said "Last night I lay in bed and thought things over. Before I came to your room tonight, I was sure that this would be the first and last time we do this. I was sure I would never allow it to happen again."
Then with tears in her eyes she continued "But after the pleasure you have given me, I want to do this every day with you, Mohan. I cannot resist you anymore. You have awoken the woman in me."
She opened her right hand to me. On it stood a small container of kumkum (red powder put on forehead – only married women use red pottu) and a small string of jasmine flowers. She looked at me and said "Chellam, I have finally found my man. Please put the pottu on my forehead and tie the flowers to my hair. I want to feel as your woman."
"Do you want me?" she asked.
My reply was to take the kumkum and make a pottu on her forehead. Then I placed the jasmine flowers on her hair. I wanted her to be happy, to make her feel a complete woman again. She looked divine with the pottu and flowers and I bent down to kiss the top of her head. "I will always be here for you, no matter what happens" I said and I meant that.
I pulled her up and hugged her. The standing away from her; I admired her from head to toe, moving around her to get a full view - front, side and back. She was indeed beautiful – a different kind of beauty to my Mom. Her long black hair came down half way to her back. Her body - a beautifully large pair of tits, with lovely big nipples; a pair of long tough legs leading up to a wonderfully round and tight ass, the cheeks of which spotted dimples and her triangle of curly black hair covering her pussy and growing almost to her navel.
I learnt later that Mom had groomed her in the art of beauty and body-care, as well as personal (including sexual) hygiene, which kept her body clean, trim and young, her skin so soft and gentle, despite all the household work she did.
I touched my hand to her face and slowly moved it down over her body, feeling the smooth softness of her skin, finally entwining my fingers in hers. She felt shy and hugged me – like a newly-wed bride standing nude in front of her husband for the first time.
"From today, I am your woman. My body belongs to you alone" she said and then added "To the outside world, I am your Aayahmah and you are my son. When we are alone together like this, I am your woman and lover. But we have to be very careful Mohan – no one must know."
She knelt down in front of me again. We were both completely naked and there was an atmosphere of positive sexual energy in the room. I felt so much in love with her, not just as my Aayahmah but as a woman. Her words of surrender touched my whole body and my cock started to come to life, pulsing obscenely in front of her. God, I wanted her again.
She bent down to kiss my feet, then looked up to me and said "You are now my God, my son". Then bringing her fingers to my groin, she cupped my balls in her hand and used the other hand to stroke my now hardening cock. She looked up to me, smiled and the leaned forward to circle her fingers around my shaft. She held the base and brought out her tongue to lick my cock head, before opening her mouth and sliding her lips over the shaft.
"Mmmmmmhhhh, Aayahamah....." I cooed as I experienced a mouth around my cock for the first time. I had heard from older friends that having your cock sucked was a great feeling but I never expected it to be that great - the feeling that ran through my whole body let alone my cock was truly exquisite. She looked up at me with love in her eyes as she sucked and massaged my prick with her mouth and tongue, occasionally grazing it with her teeth. I held her head as she swirled her tongue around my cock head, caressing it with love.
"Mmmmmmhhhh....aaaaahhhhh...yesssss" I cried again, as an intense feeling shivered through my whole body.
She never took her eyes off mine, as she fucked my rod with her mouth with vigor for a few more minutes before sliding it out and looking at it in admiration. "You are so beautiful and you make me want to be naughty" she said, running her tongue up and down the shaft, licking it like an ice cream stick. She planted one more loving suck and kiss on my cock head before standing up.
"Come, my darling. I need your beautiful hard cock inside me again. You have awoken my hidden desires, desires which have been dormant for such a long time. I want to do everything with you from now on. But right now I need your hard cock inside my pussy" she cooed, leading me by my hand to the bed. She lied down on her back and spread her legs wide. Then like a woman in heat, she looked me straight in the eyes and said "Push it in and fuck me hard, my son."
I knew then that I had unleashed the female animal in her. All the desires, all the needs that she had kept within herself were now coming to the surface and I was the blessed one to enjoy that.
I held her around her ankles and spread her legs wide, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Then putting her ankles over my shoulders, I held my throbbing prick with my hand and took aim at her gaping hairy pussy, still wet with our combined juices from the fuck before. She used her fingers to lewdly open her fluffed pussy lips even wider and as I leaned forward, she too moved towards me. I brought my hands under her bums and pulled her to me and slid my manhood into her.
Inch by inch I sank into her tunnel, drawing out slowly after each forward thrust, then sliding it in again till I penetrated her tunnel all the way in and had my full meat inside here. With her legs straight up over my shoulders, my cock head touched the deepest walls of her love-hole and I felt her muscles starting to contract.
"Unnnnnhhh... yessss, sooooo....niicce, sooooo....deeeeeep, sooooo....deeeep. Fuck me, fuck me" she urged me on.
I began to fuck with horny boyish enthusiasm, sliding my cock in and out of her sucking, grasping pussy. I held her feet and pumped in and out with slow but strong jabs. I felt my balls slapping against her wet slit and bums. She started lifting her ass off the bed to meet my thrusts. Her pussy felt hot and tight, all the time maintaining her vaginal massage and suction of my rod.
"Unnh...uunnnhhh....unnhhhh" she groaned in rhythm with my thrusts. Her eyes were open, looking at me – her whole face showed a sparkle. She smiled at me, seeing me standing there pounding her pussy with my spear, happy with my teenage stamina. After such a long time being starved sexually, her lusty needs were now being fulfilled by me.
I reflected on how my Dad's colossal lingam pounded my Mom's hairy yoni, as I pumped in and out with slow and hard jabs. "Is my cock big enough for you, Amma?" I asked in enthusiasm.
"Ohhhh yesssss, Chellam" she gasped and bucked her hips up, forcing my cock to drill deeper. "Your cock is deep inside me and touching me in places that I never thought possible....uuunnhhhh" she squealed as I proudly pushed down hard into her hole. She wiggled her hips and twitched her body, signaling that what I was doing pleased her. I never had thought of my cock as being huge but I was proud that it filled her and gave her so much pleasure.
Now that I had lost my virginity, I wanted to make love to this woman in different ways and positions, like my Mom and Dad did. But tonight I just wanted to please her like this – just straight forward in-out fucking, just let her body and pussy get adjusted to sex again.
I used my hands to grasp the back of her thighs and pushed her legs back, lifting her ass and pussy to the direct onslaught of my cock. She held her legs to her body and spread her pussy wide.
"Do you like my old pussy?" she asked.
"Mmmm...yesss. It's not old, it's beautiful – hairy, wet and tight. And it's mine" I replied, sinking my meat yet again into her love chute and burying it to the hilt.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh.........yessssss. Darling it's all yours...feel it squeezing you" she replied, fucking back hard against me and squeezing my throbbing rod at the same time.
I drove my cock in and out of her in rapid succession, forcefully twitching my penile muscles deep inside her. "Mmmmm...yesssss. He's talking to me again" she laughed, feeling so at ease with me now.
I eased her legs back to the mattress, without missing a single stroke of my cock. I slowly leaned forward to kiss her. I kissed her nose stud while her fingers squeezed the muscles on my ass, urging me with the tempo of my driving. I moved my mouth to her breasts and alternated between the orbs, licking and sucking the large, hard nipples. She kept uttering sweet nothings, in between animalistic growls.
"Feels so good like this, my son. Keep fucking me....unnhhh..unnhhhh..unnhhhh, yes, like that" she cried and bucked her hips up.
I lifted her legs to wrap it around my waist and bent down towards her. Her hands went around me, as I kissed her. Instinctively, I said "Hold me tight" and slowly lifted her off the mattress using my hands to carry and support her lower back, with my cock buried deep inside her. Being at least 2 inches taller than her and a super-fit soccer player, it wasn't difficult to carry and support her, impaled on my lingam.
She looked at me and smiled. "It's lovely" she said and started slowly moving on my cock, using her arms and legs for support, while my hands carried her round ass. She hugged herself close to my body, her boobs mashed against my body and her hard nipples poking into my chest. Her long hair hung towards the floor.
She kissed me and then asked "Am I not too heavy?"
"Nope" I replied and with her impaled on my cock, I walked around my room carrying her.
"Where did you learn this?" she asked.
"I saw Dad carrying Mom like this and improvised with the walking" I replied with a smile, increasing the strength of my thrusts. "Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Mmmmm.....your cock is deep inside me. It feels so big like this" she moaned.
She leaned back away from my body, her fingers wrapped around my neck. Confident of her support, she started fucking harder and her beautiful tits swung with the action. Her magnificent ass cheeks slammed against my thighs. She kept her eyes on mine as her cunt squeezed my cock rhythmically.
"God, I love your pussy" I said, twitching my cock muscles deep inside her.
"And I love your cock" she said, contracting her cunt muscles in reply.
"Put me on the bed and fuck me deep and hard. Let's explode together" she pleaded.
Without separating our bodies, I slowly lowered her body on to the mattress and moved both our bodies on to the bed. I bent down to kiss her lips and then raised myself on my hands again, ready to start the pounding her pussy was begging for. Anticipating this, she smiled, ever so beautifully, and uttered "Love me my darling. Fuck me with your magnificent boy cock."
If I ever needed words of encouragement, these were. I hooked her legs behind her knees and pushed up, pinning her upper body to the bed. And then moving my body forward and supporting with my hands, my prick was driving vertically down into her hot and wet tunnel, like a pile driver. I pulled myself out almost all the way, with just the tip of my cock in her and then looking at her beautiful face, her eyes encouraging me, I plunged down.
"Unnnnnhhhhh.....aaaaaahhhhhhh....yessssss....fuck me like that, son....unnnnhhh...unnnhhh...unnnnhhhh" she screamed, as I slammed my blood-engorged member in rapid movements, in and out of her steamy, soaking tunnel.
"Yesssss......mmmmmm....aaaaahhhhh......" she grunted, in rhythm to my pile-driving actions. Her hands went to her tits and started squeezing them before she started pulling on her hard nipples. It was beautiful to watch this wonderful woman so turned on.
Her eyes kept looking at me and encouraging me, her lips were lewdly open, moaning and grunting animal sounds. I wished I had another cock then to fill her beautiful mouth and please her. I brought one of my hands to her face and touched her. She grabbed my hand and started sucking on my fingers, as if they were my cock, all the while staring at me, her eyes teasing and promising me of pleasures to come in the days ahead.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she cried in quick repetitions, signaling to me that she was getting near. "Unnnhh....yesss, faster Mohan....make me explode....make me cum, my son", she begged.
I started pounding like a prized stallion now, eager to satisfy my craving woman. I held on to the headboard of my bed and slammed down hard into her hungry, mature hole. Her hands were on my shoulder now, pulling and encouraging me to finish her.
"Unnnhhhh....unnnhhhh.....yes...yes....yesssssss....fuck..." she cried. Her pussy muscles started contracting in fixed intervals around my meat. Her pussy was so wet and our fucking was emitting noises, adding to the creaking noises from my bed.
"Ohhhh....Mohaannnnn.....my son.......finish me....nowwwwww" she cried and panted rapidly, just as her body started to convulse involuntarily. Her eyes were semi-open, glazed in sexual stupor.
"Yesssss......cummmmmminnnnnnnnnnng....cuminnnnnggggggggg...unnnnhhhhh. unnnhhhh...Mohaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" she cried and bit into her hand for fear of waking up the whole neighbourhood.
"So gooood....soooooo goooood....YESSS" she kept moaning, her cunt muscles contracting on me spasmodically, milking me urging me to extinguish her fire.
I let her legs down back on the mattress and supporting myself on my hands, I kept driving into her with continuous vigor wanting her to receive maximum pleasure out of her orgasm. Over and over, her body jerked and shuddered, as she rode her powerful climax. And words like "Yes, yes....so fucking good....I love your cock....I am your love slave....my pussy is yours" were repeatedly uttered in her orgasmic bliss.
Slowly she regained her composure and realized that I was still drilling her pussy. She smiled and touched my face with her hands. "That was beautiful my son......you made me a complete woman today" she cooed and then started to thrust her groin against mine, urging me to shoot my load.
I knelt on the mattress between her legs and bent down to kiss her and let her fuck my mouth with her tongue, while her pussy muscles continued their milking of my now throbbing rod. Then without removing my cock, I lifted her upper body and sat upright back on my heels. As if knowing what I had in mind, she put her hands around my neck, climbed and rested her ass on my thighs, impaled on my cock.
I kissed her lovingly, pushing my tongue into her waiting mouth, as she started to slowly ride my cock. She broke off the kiss and asked me "Now where did you learn this?"
"I read and saw a picture of it in the Kamasutra. So I decided to try it" I replied.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Oh yes. Any position with your wonderful cock would be nice, my son" she answered and started slowly moving her pelvis up and down, in a forward-backward motion, as if she was fucking my cock. The feeling was truly wonderful.
"Mmmm.....yessss.....lovely.....my darling, keep doing that" I urged her on. "I love your pussy, Ma....it's so fucking good" I said, twitching my throbbing member inside her rapidly, in tune to her contractions. My hands were on her ass cheeks now, squeezing them as she fucked me
Her movements increased speed as she sensed me getting close. She leaned back a little and put her hand in between us. "Put your hand here" she said and when I did that, she guided my forefinger to her clit.
"Rub me there gently" she whispered.
"I want to cum again with you. Would you like that?" she asked.
"Yes" I said and gently rubbed her clit.
"Yes, what?" she teased me, her pussy now like a tight vice, squeezing me hard.
"Yes, I want you to cum. I want you to cum with me. I want to cum inside you and fill you with my honey" I screamed, knowing that a powerful explosion was building up deep in my balls.
"Mmmm....yessss....more.....more....fuck me harder....." she moaned again feeling the strength of my thrusts. "Yesss..fill me with your honey, my son. I want to keep it inside my pussy forever." Her words spurred me on.
"Going to cum, Ma....going to cum, Ma. Ammaaaaa.....Ammaaaa ..yes...yes......YESSSS,"
I screamed into her bosom as my cock expanded and erupted like a volcano, spewing my love seed deep inside her cunt. I removed my hand from her clit and hugged her hard, while my cock jerked and pulsed repeatedly, shooting stream after stream of teenage honey.
At the same moment, her body started bucking violently and she started pumping faster, her muscles milking me. And then her body stiffened and she shuddered as another powerful orgasm engulfed her.
"Mohaaaaannnnn.....fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......cummmmminnnnngggggg....YESSSSSS"
she screamed into my chest, hugging me and crushing her magnificent tits to my body.
"So nice Ma....unnnhhhh....unnnhhhh....unnhhhhh....YESSSSSS...cum darling...." I kept grunting, totally overcome by the intense feeling all over my body, but especially my cock, buried deep inside her pussy.
We stayed joined like that for some minutes, our bodies still slowly in motion. We relished the warm after-fuck feeling, nuzzling and caressing each other.
I kissed her forehead and then her eyes.
"You are beautiful, Ma" I said, still plowing my cock slowly into her and feeling our love juices dripping down from her pussy, down my cock and onto my thighs.
"I love you, my son" she responded with a tight contraction of her cunt, squeezing my cock.
"Do you feel that?" she asked.
"Mmmmm....YES!" I said and twitched my cock in reply.
Slowly my limp wet prick slid out of her flooded tunnel, releasing a leakage of our combined cum. She cupped her fingers around my cock and brought it to her mouth and kissed her fingers. I slipped my fingers under her pussy and brought them to my mouth and kissed it. Our love was sealed.
We got out of bed and stood there hugging and kissing each other, like new lovers. It was just after midnight.
"It's late. We better get some sleep" said Aayahmah.
"Yes, you have to be up early, Amma" I replied and then continued "I'll never ever forget this night. I'll never ever forget you."
"Once you find a younger pussy, you will forget this old lady" she laughed.
"Never!" I replied and cupped her still dripping pussy with my fingers.
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked on them.
"You like the taste?" she asked.
"Mmm...YES" I answered and again put my fingers to her pussy and slid my forefinger into her wet hole. I moved it around for a second and then brought it back to my mouth. We kissed it together. Then we kissed each other, tonguing each other for a few seconds before reluctantly parting.
"Good night, darling" Aayahmah said.
"Good night, Amma" I replied and touched her face.
She went to the bathroom to wash herself and then to her room. I used the bathroom afterwards and washed myself before wearing my shorts again. I went back to my room and drank a glass of cold water before getting into bed. I noticed the string of jasmine flowers on my mattress and smiled – must have fallen off her hair as we made love. I switched off the light and reflected on what had happened. I felt totally sated after my first sexual encounter. I never knew that making love would be so intense and now that I had truly enjoyed it, I wanted more.
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