Mad mom, Madder son

Here is a brief account of rather unsettling series of events that has transpired to me recently.  When I reflect upon them, I feel ashamed.  I'm a very different person now than who I used to be, and not entirely in a good way.  I am Japio Mehta, a tall and well built indian man.  A year ago my wife died in child-birth.  Like many other indian marriages mine was an arranged marriage but I still loved my wife.  Her sudden death was a big blow to me.  My parents came to consol me attend her funaral.  I was 28 then, so my dad suggested me to remarry.  My mom Purva, however, was not amused at this suggestion.  She told my dad that he should let me get over my grief.  Frankly speaking I was not in a mood to repeat the experience so soon. 

Mom stayed for another week to help me settle in life again.  On the fifth day a starnge incident took place.  Mom had some back pain.  She discussed it with the house maid who told mom that she can cure it with a message.  I was not aware of this arrengement.  It was evening and I was watching news on the television when my mobile wrang.The call was from my father who wanted to talk to my mother urgently.  I rushed to the room where mom lived and without taking her permission I went inside. 

I saw my mom was lying on bed topless when I entered her bedroom.  I saw that mom laid down on the bed on her stomach and Nirupa the maid was massaging moms back by applying oil.  I couldn't see her breasts completely but still my heart missed abeat on seeing my mom topless as I had never seen my conservative mom like this.  She scolded me for coming inside without her permission.  I said I was sorry and told her that dad wanted to talk to her urgently.  She said ok and told me to hand over the phone to her.  I moved towards her bed and extended my hand to give the mobile phone. She turned to take it.  Now this time I had a full view of her left breast.  It was very fair.  Much fairly than her face and to top this, a pinkish areola and a light brown nipple.  I couldn't control myself seeing her boob.  She took the phone and asked me to leave. 

I left on her command but just outside the door I kept looking in through a small slit.  Mom talked to dad for some time and then asked the maid to stop messaging her.  She stood up and started putting her bra.  Her back was again turned to me, the cups of the utilitarian, white bra dangling around the back of her waist as she engaged the hooks.  Spinning the garment around, she leaned forward slightly, thrusting her arms through the shoulder straps.  I could see the wonderful bulge of the sides of her breasts as she brought her arms up and the bra began to slide into place. 

God, I was so hard, I literally didn't know what to do with myself.  The tingling I felt in my groin was beyond any sensation I had ever experienced. The pleasure that came with that tingling was combined with the anxiety and enormous guilt that came along with knowing I shouldn't be spying on my own mother.While I squirmed with barely understood arousal, Mom finished putting her bra on.  As an incredible tightness built within my groin, Mom reached up to cup her breasts, adjusting the cups of her bra. 

Mom was just fifty but she was even prettier at 50 than 20 years earlier. She was fair in complexion and had a very pretty face.  But if you see her body, she resembles a typical Indian mother; well fucked and used on bed, her belly had birth marks, and a face that has learnt to suppress her inner feelings.  Most noticible feature of her body was her breasts.  Her breasts had the fullness of large ripe melons, they moved with a gentle sway when she walked. 

Seeing the maid coming towards the door I scrambled to my room in total embarrassment.  I ran into the bathroom in my room and began masturbating. This was the first time that I thought about my mom sexually and masturbated thinking of the image of her boobs.  As I cleaned myself, my erection returned with a vengeance, nearly as hard as when I was looking at Mom.  It was total madness.  That night I again masturbated, but this time on the thoughts of fucking my dear darling mother.  After I ejaculated, I felt very guilty for thinking about fucking my own mother, who cared for me a lot but little did I know that after some days it would become a reality. 

The phone call from dad was a emergency call.  He informed mom that he was not feeling well and wants her to come back to him.  Mom had no option but to go back.  Once Mom was gone I thought I will feel normal about her. She appeprentally was no pin up model to think about.  Strangely her semi nude image refused to go from my memory.  One night I had a dream.  I saw mom entering my room in a banarsi saree.  She smiled at me and turned to a figure behind her.  I saw that the second figure was a woman in red bridal dress.  The pallu of her saree was hiding her face. 

"This is my friend Bimla," mother said to me sweetly.  "She is your new wife." 

Evidently registering my surprise mother patted her friend's hand gently. There was a glass of some strange liquid lying on table.  As I took it I felt horny.  My heart raced.  My muscles seemed to swell.  And, more horrible still, my manhood ballooned within my trousers.  All of my moral sense had fled and I reveled in the feeling and gasped with delight. 

My mom put her arm around Bimla and squeezed her shoulder.They seated themselves next to me.  Mom pulled the woman down onto the divan and pushed her Saree and petticoats up over her hips.  Mother pulled her knees up to reveal the woman's pale pudenda.  Paradoxically, as I gazed at it, my cock swelled to unimaginable proportions.  Without thinking, driven by the need to relieve my restlessness, I unbuttoned my trousers and my manhood shot out like a tiger escaping from its cage.  I gasped in surprise.  It had doubled in size and in girth.  Its bulbous head gleamed under the gaslight like a polished apple.  It was a monstrous and alien appendage, yet I was transfixed by it.  The rustle of silk woke me from my reverie and I glanced at my bride to be Bimla's exposed organ.  Her voluptuous thighs, swelling with life and health, trembled.  Her tiny ankles, encased in boots, led to upward to firm, strong calves.  I gulped and gazed down again at my significantly enhanced phallus.  When I looked up, mother had disappeared from the room.  Bimla's pudenda now glowed with ruddy health.  Growling, I approached the her on the divan.  Without looking at her face I parted her legs and grasped my cock.The woman whimpered and turned her head away from me. 

Driven forward by the strange energies swirling through my body, I kneeled on the divan and thrust my manhood deep into her quim in one savage motion.  She gasped and her body froze.  Her female cave was like a warm, velvet trap and, like a beast, I began hurling my monstrous appendage in and out of her.  She groaned and twisted her body back and forth vigorously. And still, I savagely attacked her with my magnificent cock.  The widow raised her legs higher and began to shout filthy words.  These only goaded me onward.  The tip of my cock began to pulsate, throbbing with a life of its own. 

With a jungle growl, I plunged it back into my bride and buried it deep. My whole lower body seemed then to dissolve into waves of bliss and rapture. I wagged my hips in ecstasy as the old woman beneath me grasped at the couch with her hands and shrieked through her parted lips.  My own shriek of animal pleasure joined hers and as the waves of carnal satisfaction washed through me, I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.  I remember the wench's hands clawing through my hair and then I fell into a dark, whirling abyss. 

Then I heard a laughter.  My mother was again standing near me.  "Don't you want to see the face of your bride son?" 

"Yes mom, please show her face to me" I groaned 

She asked the woman to sit up and then removed the Pallu from her face. I was shocked.  It was the face of my grandmother.  Mom of my mom was not like her.  She was ravaged by time.  She sported wrinkles around her eyes and her flesh while some parts of her face seemed to droop.  All her hairs were white.  Hell oh hell. 

"Am I not prettier than her son?" mom asked me 

"You are beautiful." I whispered back 

I woke with a thumping heart.  I was wet all over, specially between my thighs.  I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut.  Images of my mother and grandmother flashed across my brain.  I fought against memories of my engorged manhood sliding in and out of a wet, tight quim.  I was seized with panic as I felt my cock once again stirring.  I rolled fitfully on the bed and then went to batroom.  Dreams are the doorways into things you cannot speak, but wish you might. 

I know, dear reader, that what you read here is shocking in the extreme. It outrages me as well and seems to insult every word that I scratch into paper.  I am worried.  I cannot seem to distinguish where reality ends and delusion begins.  Will I once again be plunged back into the dizzying, dark currents that seem to lie beneath my waking thoughts?  Is there a world, more savage and primitive, that lurks beneath this placid globe upon which we dwell? 

 

About one and a half month later I received the news that my father has passed away in his sleep.  He was just sixty so his death was unexpected in a way.  I rushed to my old home and performed the last rites for my father. My father had been slender and bald on the top of his head, with hair still growing on the sides and back of his head.  With his glasses and tall height, he looked more like a school professor than the lawyer he was.  He was also a deeply religious man.  Surprisingly mom was not religious like him.  I could never tell if he was disappointed in me for not expressing the same levels of religious fervor that he did or happy that I did well in wordly affairs. 

My immediate concern was my mother.  Mom was pretty crushed by the experience.  She started behaving abnormally.  Sometimes she remained silent for days and sometimes she started talking constantly.  She could laugh without reason and weep without logic.  The women of the family asked her to wear white but she refused.  She told to all female relatives that she was visited by a godess who says her husband is still alive.  One day she tried to embrace the milkman by calling him with the name of my dad.  Her condition complled me to take a long leave and live with her. 

Two deaths in a short time and the mental state of mom made people talk. You know how indian women are.  They were of the opinion that some sin is committed by me or my parents which mafe gods angry.  On the suggestion of my maternal uncle I contacted a priest (pandit) to help me out.  The pandit was a well built man of forty five.  After meeting my mom he told me that two evil demons Shumba and Nishumba has casted their spell over her.  However there was no need to worry.  He could perform a special puja which could heel mom. 

Next day the Pandit asked me to take him to my mother's room.  Seeing him enter her room Mom got frieghtened and tried to go under the bed.  The pandit started reciting mantras.  He ordered me to leave the room and said, "Please don't come in and disturb us no matter what you hear". 

To mom he said, "Come out.  Come to BABA.  I won't bite you my doll" 

As I left the room he bolted it from inside.  I was apprehansive to leave my mom alone with him.  I knew that one window of her room opened in backyard.  I went there and peeked inside.  To my surprise the pandit by now has made mom came out from under the bed.  He asked mom to disrob and without resistance she started to obey.  The evil man surely had some knowledge of hypnosis.  Watching my mother getting naked made me forget that I was still mourning two deaths in family.  The sensuousness of her female form was something that let me keep watching. 

Next, the evil pandit took his dress off and went near mom.  He forcefully put my nude mother on bed and tried to mount her.  Before I could act sensibily, his black member was touching the lips of her vagina. As he slammed into her tender vagina, mom unconsciously began pinching her nipples.  No I will not tolerate it, I told myself.  I jumped into the room from window and kicked the priest on his butt.  He was furious. 

"What are you doing, don't you want your mom to be cured." 

"I want her cured not whored." 

"These demons needs to be taken out through her Vagina." 

"Get out from here, you son of a bitch or I will take the devil out from your head." I roared 

I threw the petticoat and saree over mom and asked her to to wear them again.  The pandit assembled his dress and left the room.  Before going out he said, "Mad mom, Madder son." 

"He who studies evil is in turn studied by evil," 

 

After the episode with the pandit I decided to show her to a doctor specialist.  I fixed time with the Doctor Panga who was a friend of my father.  He welcomed us in his clinic but asked about our problem.  I gave a brief history of our problem.  He turned to mom and said, "Tell me Bhabi ji, whats bothering you?" 

"The dead...Do they...go...." She hesitated, seeming to search for words. "I mean Can they come back?" 

Shocked and, yet, extremely curious, Doctor Panga remained silent and gave himself a moment to compose an adequate response.  He regarded mom carefully, and reaffirmed mentally what possible implications that might be playing within her question. 

"Bhabi ji, what you ask is impossible.  The dead are dead." Although filled with compassion, his answer came out sounding blunt. 

"But..." 

"There are no buts Mrs.  Mehta.  We all die once and that is the end.  Oh, I believe in the soul, at least to some degree, the after life and all but, to return - to haunt, no, this I don't believe.  You are simply under stress." 

"It's not me!" She retorted, louder and seemingly more frightened. 

"What?" 

"It's others!" 

"I don't understand.  What about others?" 

"It's appears that other somehow assume the shape of my husband!  Sometimes a milkman or a postman even" 

"What a Joke?" Dr Panga said and paused to consider her words.  "I feel you're under stress, under pressure and wanting your husband not to be dead." 

"So...You're saying I might be imagining this?" mom asked and sobbed a little. 

"Well not exactly sometime one person resemble s to other very much?" 

"But ..." mom interjected.  tears could be seen in her eyes. 

"Your fear is nothing more than perhaps, desperately, wanting your life patner back in your life.  You see him everywhere.  It's natural and it will pass." Dr.  Panga was very firm in his view. 

"Thank you - I'm sure you're right.  I feel silly coming here." Mom said with a grim face, 

"Nonsense, that's what I'm here for...And Bhabi, if there's anything else - anything at all please don't hesitate to call." 

He wrote a small priscription and handed it over to me.  Just when I was about to leave he said to me, "Can you pay me a visit sometime, meanwhile I will reconsider the whole thing and suggest something better." 

I noded and left him but realised that he wanted to say somthing important to me.  As we came out of the doctor's office there were few steps in between.  I stepped first and then heard Mom calling my name.  She missed one step and was about to fall.  I turned and grabbed her in my arms. I pulled her closer to my body.  On seeing her body closely entangled with mine made mom so shy that, she had to hide her face on my chest.  Only then I realised That I was holding a soft and supple body of a female.  As I embraced her body to my body, she started to tremble.  Having her so close, I moved my hand behind her back and encircling her waist I pulled her body tightly to mine.  As soon as Mom felt her breasts being crushed on my chest she regained her composure.  She disengaged from herself from me and brushed her lips on my hand.  This was a gesture to say thanks but I felt very excited.  The place was not suitable for anything silly so I let go of her. 

Next day I met Doctor Panga again.  Although our meeting was short but it was very revealing.  He told me that my mom is sffering from multiple psychological disordrs.  Her's was a case of Cathexis which in turn mean blocked frustration that releases itself in other ways. 

"Your mom is a case of repressed sexuality.  As a matter of fact we are all Polymorphous Pervese.  When a subject is confronted with obstacles to normal sexual satisfaction, the subject respond by following a pervese object.  He or she becomes a split personlity." 

'Hold on please Sir, I am not following you at all." I told him frankly 

"Okay then, it may sound shocking to you but her cure is sex." he blushed while he said that 

"From where she can get it knowing his patner is dead." I asked 

"The desire to get her husband back is a desire to get sex." 

"In plain words she wants a cock." 

"Now you are understanding the problem.  Being a mature woman she can not say it or admit it.  Knowing society view sex as evil." The doc said 

"What would you suggest then.  A remarriage is not possible under the circumstances" 

"Its for you to think.  Give her some release anyhow." As Doctor Panga said that I felt a strange stirring in my loins.  I begged for leave and came back to home.  While going home I thoght that i should have let that evel pandit fuck mom.  How right was he that her cure was in her vagina.  Now there was only one solution.  I was going to seduce my mother.  Or rather, in my mind, she was going to seduce me.  One way or another.... 

One evening I saw her looking in mirror and brushing her long hairs.  She pehaps was just out of bath because she was wearing only a bra and a petticoat.  The bra was much too tight and did not nearly contain her bosom. Her nipples forced their way over the top of the cups, eager to see the world.  The sighr of cleavage was enough to make me hard.  To my slight surprise she turned and walked into the bathroom which was located at the end of room.  as she paused in the bathroom doorway, I could see the shapely outline of her tapered waist, rounded hips and perfect thighs through the gown as the light accented her curves.  For what seemed like an eternity, I listened to sound of her peeing in the bathroom.  I couldn't see into the bathroom, so I imagined what it must have looked like.  Within a few minutes she was out of the bathroom and walked to her wardrob.  She pulled a saree and a blouse and began to go towards her dresser.  As she walked back, her face was towards the door.  This compelled me to move back to my room.  I jacked my boner in my bathroom and thought.  After my release i looked at the bathroom mirror.  Someone wrote something on it with pink lipstick.  'My Cunt is your Paradise'.  Was mom trying to seduce me or it was just an coincidence?  Whatever it was but my heart was craving for her. 

As the night fell I decided to visit her room.  The door was open so I went in.  I saw her stretched out on her bed totally lifeless and unmindful. To my surprise she was not only wearing a red saree but wearing some jewelly as well.  It was not really a bridal dress but the sort of dress women wear while attending others' marriages.  I saw her lying there totally exposed.  On getting closer, I looked at her robust body and when my gaze fell upon her exposed midriff, the most electrifying part of her body, I suddenly had the urge to touch her.  The contrast of her fair skin upon her bright red clothes was a sight to behold and her exposed midriff, which was rising steadily up and down due to her breathing was indeed highly stimulating. 

"MOM" I said 

She was silent so I put my hand over her belly.  There was no objection from Mom; she just kept sleeping.  I let my fingers trail near the top of her mound.  Again, there was no objection, so when I passed under her breasts, I rubbed my hands across their underside.  Soon, I was regularly swirling my hand around her torso, almost stopping on her mound, then up and lifting her tits as I rubbed my hands under them, fleetingly cupping each one as I went by. 

I was on fire but she was behaving cool.  I readied myself to yank my hand back at the slightest protest, but there was none.  Keeping it still for a while, I slowly started to move up past her navel and then to the bottom of her tits.  This time, I cupped her tit in my hand and gently squeezed it, then moved on and repeated the action with the next one.  Mom didn't react at all. 

Moving down, I again stopped on her mound.  This time, I pressed my hand into her, barely exerting any pressure, again ready to retreat at the slightest objection.  I pulsed my hand as if I was squeezing a fragile, thin skinned plum.  I should have moved on but I couldn't bring myself to let go.  I kept my hand there, scared that I was going to ruin everything but unable pull away.  My arm tingled with a strange electricity. 

Finally, I did pull away, slipping my hand straight up to grasp Mother's left tit.  This time, as I cupped and squeezed, I let my fingers and thumb slide off until they pinched her nipple between the material of her blouse. I kept her nipple there, as unable to let go as when my hand had been stuck on her mound.  And Mom ignored me.  I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and tugged on it.  When I moved over to the other tit, I went straight to her nipple.  I played with that nipple even longer. 

It seemed that I could do what I wanted to, and Mom would just pretend nothing was happening.  An interesting game.  I decided to test its boundaries.  Instead of running my hand down to her pussy, I turned mom a little and undid her blouse from the back.  The blose slipped easily apart, opening to expose the swell between her tits.  Luck was on my side as she was not wearing any bra beneath.  Mom's tits were fully exposed for my eyes to feast upon.  I just stared.  Mother ignored me.  I quickly moved my hand to pull her blouse to the side and exposing the entire front of Mom's body. She was breathing fast but acting as if nothing improper was going on. 

Biting the bullet, I slowly slipped my hand up her breastbone between her tits, being careful not to touch her bare tits directly, or come in contact with her naked nipple.  Nothing.  I dragged the tips of my fingers down again, and retraced the same path back up.  Then I played my fingers sideways along the upper swell of her breasts, back and forth for several minutes, slowly working my way lower toward her nipples.  No reaction.  Going for the gusto, I strummed my fingers over her nipples, which were sticking straight up more than half an inch high, like hard little cherries. I could hear her breath catch, but there was no other acknowledgement of my activity. 

I pulled her closer to me in my arm, and grasped her tit firmly in my other hand, squeezing her nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugging it out, rolling it between as I did so.  Then I closed my hand over her entire tit, squeezed it, and repeated the nipple tugging and squeezing several times in quick succession.  I kissed the top of her head.  Before she had a chance to respond, I brought my lips to her full, lush lips and thrust my tongue in.  I was in for a surprise.  Mom's lips were already parted.  As soon as my tongue entered her mouth, it was met by her tongue. Hers flickered, slithered, danced, and wrestled with mine.  Another surprise.  Mother seemed to enjoy what was happening.  "Ummmmm...oooooooo...mmmmm" were the sounds mother moaned into my mouth as her tongue flailed mine. 

I bent down my head to get to her hard, sweet, rubbery nipples.  Into my hungry mouth went her warm, moist, sweet spongy tit flesh.  I began to suckle her sweet, hard nipples.  They tasted of that milky, sweet flavour I had so loved in my wife.  While suckling her like a child I started to unwrap her saree.  I just loosened it and pulled her petticoat down.  I moved my hand right inside her petticoat.  She was not wearing any thing below.  My hand continued to glide under her hips, and right up between her thighs.  It didn't stop.  In a fraction of a second that seemed like a decade, my fingertips touched my mother's pussy.  Mom was one those woman fortunate, or nor not - who's inner vaginal lips were pronounced.  Like ribbons of bright pink coral they protruded between the outer lips of her labia. 

"WA...Wwwaoooo...Oooooh!" Her protest ended in a gasp.  But that ending was the beginning of something strange and wonderful for me: a low, heated grunt growled in Mom's throat.  My hand crept up and my fingertips were rewarded.  The skin of my two fingers were electrified with the sudden feel of two very moist pussy lips: 

"Enough, enough," I told myself but in reality I wanted to get to her pussy.  With a mouth as dry as Death Valley days, and a cock as hard as Chinese algebra, I slipped her petticoat down her supple thighs, down to her ankles and then off of her pretty feet.  Mom was not sleeping .  When I tried to pull her dress through her legs she lifted her ass up.  Good heaven, she wanted me to do her. 

Soon she was lying nude with heaving breasts.  She was naked, and making no move to cover herself or stop me from anything.  I took my cloths off in hurry and saw her gazing.  My eyes wandered over her her black furry strip of a pussy bush, with its wet and swollen lips unfolding like mature rose petals.  A twinge of conscience cut through I should stop.  I didn't have to defile my mother.  I didn't have to commit the greatest taboo between mother and son.  I didn't have to condemn myself to the crime I was about to commit. 

I glanced once again at mother's big, shapely, cock-stiffing tits, with just the hint of middle-age sag, with their dark brown areolas and red rose nipples, hard and veiny.  They were rising up and down with the frightened, excited breath coming from her full-lipped and opened mouth.  I saw her tummy, shimmering with the dew of arousal, its 'innie" navel winking at me. I could smell the sweet musky aroma wafting from her vagina, and the sweet tang of her sweat from her underarms, neck, breasts, and every pore in her now undulating body.  The aromas and sights curled and caressed my senses, from my cock to my brain. 

Before my conscience could figure out a way to awaken a son from his most forbidden desire I was already positioning myself on top of my sweet innocent mother.  Afraid that my engorged cock would too quickly release the building, burning magma within, I was swiftly but gently began lowering my hardness onto her fleshy, warm nakedness.  Mom began to know just what would happen next. 

Her conscience slipped beneath the waves of arousal, and she opened her legs for me. 

her cloths and my cloths were lying on the floor, it was happening.  She knew very well where her son was going.  My cock fumbled for the slippery groove between her hairy mound and her puckered brown arse.  I rubbed my twitching cock over the bristly hair on her mound searching for her nest, before slipping the rubbery penis helmet down to the thick, swollen labia. I followed the hot wetness and was rewarded.  My rubbery helmet head pushed up against the two swollen, slick, slippery lips.  Mom moaned and shivered. 

Moan the mother did.  So did her son; her pussy lips felt so slippery and hot on my dick.  A son rubbed his mother's pussy lips harder with his hot manhood, coaxing and teasing those creamy, greasy lips open, teasing the gated, hallowed Eden open for a return to paradise lost.  Soon, I made my next move. 

I began pressing into her now very creamy, slippery slit.  My dick plowed in just enough to make her eyes pop open wide and force a breath hotly from her open mouth.  But it did more than that.  The hard, rubbery head of my cock was stretching her moist lips wide open, splitting them apart.  It felt so hot and velvety inside, as if her vaginal tunnel were lined in melted sugar, satin and rose petals, all basted in a hot dripping butter, gripping and sucking in my quivering dick as a warm, puckering mouth does a sweet cherry lollipop. 

Suddenly mom was panting, closing her eyes, and giving in to a tingling, hot pleasure so intense that she couldn't dared to see me.  But she had to look, nonetheless.  Half opening her eyes, mom stared down between her now heaving, big breasts to see such a sight.  Mom was wet and she was spreading her hot, Mommy thighs even wider for me.  At that instant, I started to feed the rest of my big cock inside.  She gasped, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," dropping her head back, fluttering her eyes, and rolling back under the sudden assault of taboo's pure pleasure invading her womanhood. 

What was not "going to happen." was already happening.  "Ohhh, fuck...Oooooo, fuck...OOOOOO, FUCK" came hotly from her moist lips.  This signaled the gravity of the Mother and Son's sin, and how hot, wicked, and so good it all felt.  Permission granted.  Pushing forward,I started penetrating deeper into her wet cunt.  Mom was feeding me, too.  She was feeding me all that I had hungered for.  This was the return to paradise, even if it meant damnation eternal. 

She wasn't stopping me.  She wasn't slowing me.  She wasn't in anyway doing anything to fight the swelling, searing warmth of the sun rising and spreading from deep between her thighs, rising from the deepest folds, from the molten core of her pussy.  I impaled her, and yes, I was not going to stop before planting my seeds safely in her womb. 

I loved the feel of her slippery, tight, wetness.  I loved the sweet smell of her pussy, the softness of her skin, feel of her big, firm tits squeezed bulging flat against my chest; the wetness that oozed not only from her cunt, but from every pore of her body.  The sound of her moans and gasps drew me in, harder.  I continued to push in, stronger now, burying my cock ever deeper in my mother's pussy.  My hot meat melting whatever resistance the steamy, sticky, and slick buttery folds that a sexy mother's excited vagina could offer. 

It seemed to take forever for me to push all of my thick, hot meat--from the tip to the base--all the way into her love tunnel.  Finally, my balls rested on Mom's anus. 

Both of us lay still in the moment.  Our sex throbbed in excruciating pleasure and our mouths sighed in disbelief.  A son's penis was buried all the way inside his mother's vagina.  He really did it, and she let him.  And he was so thick that he made his mom feel like she was losing her virginity all over again.  A son's cock was buried to the root of his mother's love canal, and neither Mom nor son had felt anything so intense and incredible, be it lover or spouse. 

Soon I pulling my hard penis out and pushing back in.  It was working. Her pussy had stretched, secreted, and juiced to accommodate my big, hot cock as I began to pump her. 

I was "comforting" my mother by returning to her, reconnecting with her, filling her up with my very hard penis, and I couldn't believe how good it felt.  Her pussy had stretched and gushed to accommodate the taboo invader, making it part of her all over again.  Her vagina was so tight for a middle-aged mother, tight as if it hadn't been entered in so long a time. I loved the feel of her slippery, tight, wetness.  My cock felt the slippery friction of her love canal's tight, buttery walls.  They stroked, squeezed, and heated my dick with such slick, sweltering lubrication, drawing it in deeper on every thrust I made.  Perfect.  So perfect.  It felt so amazingly good.  So good, in fact, that I pushed in and pulled out again, and again, until I was soon thrusting in and out in a slow, deep, and steady rhythm. 

As I drove into her maternal depths she couldn't help raising her long legs into the air and spreading them in a wide "V." "Oh, Ah!" 

"Oh my god, I- Mmm!  I can't believe we're doing this," I gasped. 

"I- Oh, it's sooo...  Ahhha...  Oh" 

" ...  You're so hot..." I breathed. 

"Ooohhh.  Ooooff" 

"You're a goddess, Mum." 

"Uhh-nnnn!?" 

I looked at her outspread legs and loved it, loved it, loved it all.  She was giving me more room---and more encouragement--- for my penis to "comfort" the deepest depths of her vagina, rubbing right up onto the portal of her womb.  It was working.  So perfect was the passion that mom pulled her outstretched legs all the way up toward her ears, and curled her toes tighter.  She was saying things like, "Ooooo," "Unngggghhh," Ohhhhhh, yessss," and "God," and "Oh, God,". 

We were kissing each other deep in the mouth.  Again and again, our tongues were snaking and swirling over each other as if our mouths were sharing in the same tidal rush as the one my penis and her vagina were getting.  Then I kneaded and suckled her breasts with my mouth, famished and nursing on her full, nourishing tits.  My mouth felt like the power of Man and the vulnerability of infant on her hard, sweet nipples. 

I started feeling the boiling depths of my balls and the throbbing, ecstatic crises in my cock.a My tongue sought out refreshment in her dew and juices, flickering and sliding upon her big, jiggling tits, on her neck, and in the wet spicy crevices of her underarms.  She gave it all to me.  My hand snaked under her and grabbed tight of her sweaty ass checks, fingers slipping into her butt crack.  My hand started squeezing her moist, round ass, and began to tickle and touch her anus.  her pussy suddenly tighten up to its maximum. 

Yes Mom suddenly threw her round, hard thighs upon her my sides, wrapping her long legs around my waist.  She locked her ankles and crossed her pretty feet tightly above my pumping ass.  She owned every straining, trembling fiber and muscle of mine like she never commanded of her husband. With her legs wrapped around my waist and her pretty feet crossed over my pumping ass, she now pulled me deeper into her body and at the same time clung and grasped on to me for dear life.  Her pussy muscles squeezed, flexed, and rippled up and down my throbbing dick.  Mom was cumming all over my penis.  It was beyond incredible.  It was spiritual. 

she was crying out the secret words of her deepest, darkest dreams, "Ohhhhhhh God!  Oooo, yes!  Cum!  Give it to me!  Yes!  Oh, yes, that's it! You want to...do it!  DO IT!!" 

I was losing the struggle to hold on, to wait, to stretch out paradise one more minute, one more second.  But Mom was not to be denied or disobeyed!  Mom was now grinding her ass like all good mothers do, jamming her pussy up onto a manly lover's bristly crotch.  Mom was sliding her hot, foamy cunt lips right up over every inch of her son's cream-covered cock over and over again.  It was time to end this "talking session" with that very big bang. 

I felt my cock getting fatter.  "OH GOD!!  OH GOD!!" she screamed.  I shoved My cock in, all the way in, burrowing it into the hottest, wettest, deepest depths of mother's sizzling, buttery pussy folds.  My flesh trembled.  My ass cheeks quivered. 

"OOOOOOOOHHH!!" I cried and my thing suddenly erupted inside mother.  My cock gathered itself up again and again, unleashing its explosions.  Torrents of hot, white cum squirted hard and into Mom's molten canal.  Her eyes and mouth flashed wide open as she felt my hot seed flooding her insides. 

My cock was in full firing mode, hotly squirting volley after volley of my pent up cum deep into my mother's body.  She was taking all of it, all of it, and more.  I filled up her love tunnel and womb with gobs of a sizzling goo, a son's thick soup of boiling, incestuous cum.  She squeezed me down into to her wet, hot body as she writhed, bucked, squirmed, and squealed wildly under my weight. 

It was so wicked.  It was so beautiful. 

After I finished shooting all of my sperm inside her pussy, I remained on top of Mom.  I was exhausted and so was mother.  That was absolutely the perfect ending to a romantic story. 

I collapsed atop of mother as the explosions subsided, with eyes tightly closed, Momentarily too spent to even pull my now shrinking dick out of mother's love tunnel.  Both of us were a wet, sweaty, exhausted heap of quivering flesh.  Dazed, drained, and descending from the high of our cum, we quivered in the chill of the room.  It felt stunningly perfect.  I was drained and she was filled in every sense of the word. 

As my senses began to return, I started to think about the enormity of the sin I committed.  By fucking my own mother!  I became a motherfucker! She had been vulnerable, and I took such sordid advantage of the situation. What had I done?  I kept eyes closed, afraid to face the mother, having broke taboo, laws, challenged the gods--and fucked my own mother full of my cum. 

I finally withdrew my dick from her and then rolled to my side.  With no small effort, I forced his eyes open to face her.  She wasn't mad.  She wasn't shocked.  She wasn't feeling at all guilty or shamed.  Instead, she was smiling gently and contentedly.  She was glowing, her cheeks red and her long hair matted back in sweat over her shiny temple.  Her eyes were glimmering a contented afterglow. 

She then pulled me against her moist, naked body.  I was again laying upon her naked, dewy body, my shrunken cock squished up upon her gooey pussy lips, and resting my head between her big, fleshy tits.  There we lay, Mom cooing softly her love for her precious, sexy son. 

After some time I decided to get up.  Mom was biting her lips and her eyes were closed.  I called her name but she remained silent.  I picked my dress and without saying anything further to her I walked out of her room. 

 

In the morning I took a shower and changed my dress.  I went for breakfast but mom was not there.  A maid prepared breakfast for me.  After that I left mom in the company of servants and moved out of the house.  I went to meet my maternal uncle Gadhail.  This uncle of mine considered himself a religious scolar of some sort.  I told him about the mental condition of mom and what the doctor advised.  He started telling me that my mom has this tendeny to act abnormally since long.  Only now it is reaching to new heights. 

"Is it possible to arrange a marriage for a widow?" 

"Religion is not an hurdle here son, but society is." He said, 

"I don't understand." 

"You won't find a man willing to marry a fifty year old widow, who is failing metally too." he declared bluntly 

"But she ....  is ...  I mean still presentable." 

"I salute to you for thinking so good about her but apart from having a deep cunt what else she have." 

"What!  How you know that uncle..." 

"Your father once told me that reason for not having many childern is the shape of her cunt." 

By now I had a lot of ideas about her cunt but I was not in a position to talk about them with her brother. 

"If ...  we can ...  I mean....  Can't we buy some one for this purpose?" I asked 

"Such a man will be a pain in ass.  He will demand a share in your wealth and property." 

After Listening to some more non-sense I begged for leave.  I said next time I will come to meet him with a better solution.  He said he also will think about something better.  When I returned home mom was not in sight but the house maid told me that she is waiting for me.  The maid also told me that my mom already broke some china crockery in anger.  As soon as mom heard me talking to maid she came out of her room.  Looking at me she ran to embrace me. 

"Where have you been?  You said that you will not leave me!" 

"I'm sorry Mom.  I went to meet your brother but while returning the traffic was a nightmare" 

"You know this is a difficult time, and I haven't been feeling well." Mom certainly seemed a bit out of sorts. 

"I know Mom, and I'm here, okay?" I tried to calm her nerves. 

She embraced me again but then saw houskeeper looking at us.  She tersely asked the housekeeper, Malti, what she was still doing there. 

"Look, my Mom's not been feeling her usual self; take this money and take the day off." I told the maid 

Mom went in her room and awaited impatiently for Malti to leave.  A sweeper was also present in the house.  I told him to leave too.  It took about fifteen minutes to see them off.  The fifteen minutes seemed like fifteen years, but finally I sent the maid show out.  The house was suddenly quiet.  Five minutes later I entered her room.  She let down her dark brown hair, which had been fixed up in a swirl at the back of her head. She was wearing the folk dress 'choli and ghaghra' that left her shoulders bared.  Her full breasts, which were now larger than ever, jiggled provocatively under her choli.  Now I had a complete idea what was behind the 'choli'.  She was barefoot.  Her breathing was rapid as was her pulse.  She again came out of her room to greet me. 

"I missed you." she said. 

"I missed you, too." We kissed, chastely, as any proper mother and son. Then mom began to interrogate me,"Did everyone go?" 

"Yes." I replied 

She countered, "Did you lock all of the doors?" 

I responded in the positive, but she kept up with the thousand questions until I said with exasperated finality," Yes, Mom, yes, okay?  Would you just trust me?  Everything is just fine." 

I placed my arm around her waist and gently but hurriedly guided her back into the bedroom.  I could feel the suppleness of her body and its heat through her dress as she leaned her head against mine, as she was lead in toward her bed.  I held her close, feeling her big, spongy-sweet breasts against my chest.  Her mouth was against my neck; her breath warm, moist; her lips brushing my exposed skin. 

She moved her head back.  Her big eyes stared up into mine; her lips bright red and hungry.  I combed her dark bangs away from her eyes.  She was telling me that she had a need, now more than ever, that I had to fulfill.  As I ebraced her my fingers found the zipper tab of her 'choli' and pulled it down to the small of her back.  After pulling it aside I undid the hooks of her bra.  I heard her sharp intake of breath.  She moved closer, grinding her pelvis into me. 

My cock was on fire now.  Mom started to massage my fully erect cock through the cloth of my pants.  Quickly, as she'd obviously performed the action many times before, she unzipped my pants.  I frantically unbuttoned my shirt, she quickly peeled off my underwear.  I felt the soft palm of her hand move around the swollen staff of my cock.  She began pumping me sweetly.  She was beginning to moan approvingly.  She eagerly began kissing my muscular chest, murmuring hot, private words meant only for a lover. 

After making myself naked I jerked her dress completely down, letting it drape on the floor around her feet.  Only her panties kept us from what I so desperately wanted and she so deeply needed. 

She made tiny gasping sounds as I laid her down suddenly on her marriage bed.  She pulled me down with her and we fell onto it, her arms encircling my neck.  She caressed my face with lustful, needful kisses.  She nipped at my lips with her teeth, sucking on my tongue and moaning hungrily.  I grabbed her lips in my lips and sucked.  It was time.  I couldn't wait.  She didn't want me to, either.  I ripped the panties right down off her long, smooth legs.  She gasped approvingly. 

She lay all the way back on the bed, writhing naked and alluringly as I kneeled between her thighs, her big tits rising and falling with her hollow, hot breathing, and her dark haired pussy bush inviting in all of its sacred, maternal beauty.  She wasn't going to wait any longer.  She gripped my cock with both hands. 

She feverishly guided my cock toward her now very steamy, slippery slit. I reached down toward the hot, frothing fountain between her long, luscious Mommy legs.  She gasped sharply as my spit-moistened fingertips teased open her fat, wet pussy lips and rubbed her quivering clit.  She tensed with expectation and ecstasy. 

She moved her Mommy legs farther apart.  She raised and bended them back in hot invitation.  I quickly accepted and slipped forward between her legs. She took my cock in her hand and held it against her dripping cunt. Both of us were moaning and panting deliriously now. 

As I went in her, she gasped out loud, "OH, YES!" The big cockhead split apart the two wet, swollen, and slippery lips marking the sentry of her womanhood.  The invader passed through the portal to unspeakable, sinful, and searing pleasure.  She was so wet and hot, her love canal took not only all of me, but started fluttering.  My cock disappeared between her legs, deep into her furry, slick slit, deep into her wet, hot depths, deep into her smoldering, molten center.  Her legs were spread wide in the air, as I sank my cock to her core and impaled her to my dead father's bed. 

The more I pressed the more she howled in triumph while her hands frantically gripped my asscheeks, pulling me deeper.  Such sensations!  My belly rubbed against hers.  My throbbing dick filled her up so deep inside. Her cunt was indeed deep and wet.  Her love hole was hot.  Her fingers squeezed my asscheeks.  The tips of her nails trailed tantalizingly over my balls, shooting tingling sensations up and down my spine. 

Her hand slipped down between my legs and cupped my roiling balls.  She began to massage them in rhythm, and the tingling sensations became an electric overload that shot to the tip of my cock and right up to my brain. 

She suddenly wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me instantly deeper into her, holding me in her, milking my manhood with her maternal love.  She pulled my face down to hers.  Her tongue snaked into into my mouth.  She was sucking on my tongue just as her hot pussy was trying to swallow up every inch of my hot, wildly twitching cock. 

We thrust madly and gasped and moaned, commanding and begging each other, "Ohhh, God, Ohhh, God!" In no time at all, we were wailing those telltale commands to each other: "Oh!  Yes!  Cum, oh darling, Yes!  That's it!  CUM!!" 

We frantically ground into each other, she tightening her legs around my waist.  She flexed her cunt muscles, milking me, sucking me, willing me to fuck, fill her, and cum inside her.  It worked.  I felt a strong tension in me and began pumping my hips into her hard and fast. 

Then she gasped loudly as I buried my cock to its root deep into the very boiling hot core of her cunt, plunging my being into her molten center on the verge of drenching her fluttering cunt walls with strand after strand of my hot, stored-up cum.  Her pussy suddenly collapsed in convulsive flutters spurting cunt cream to announce her intense orgasm.  And then with a sharp, quick thrust, I gave in too, and cried out my surrender: "Ohhhh...OH, MOM!  I'm gonna CUM!!" My thing suddenly bulged.  And with moans of bliss, I began spewing long torrents of hot cum deep into my mother's body, squirting my creamy load with the gushing, hot, intense force only a son can achieve when between the legs and deep in the pussy of 

his own beautiful Mom. 

Afterward I lay atop her, spent and triumphant.  She was satiated, proud, and at peace.  And then we lay still together, our wet, sticky bodies intertwined, perfumed in sweat, cum, and pussy juice.  The rest of the house was empty and silent.  Our lips gently brushed again and again before our mouths locked together in a tender, warm kiss. 

"Look at me," she ordered me, "Who am I?" she asked, 

"Ma?" I stammered, unsure of whether I could describe her in such terms at a time of such intense desire and satiation. 

"Why then you treated me as your wife.?" 

"You....permitted me...." 

"I permitted you but not gods" She said seriously 

"What should I do now?" I asked and looked at her with amazement. 

"I want you to get permission from the gods" she whispered to me, "If there is holy matrimony, then there must be unholy matrimony!" 

Was it madness or wiseness?  I had no idea.  I smiled. 

"I request . . ." I cleared my throat sanctimoniously.  "I request your hand in marriage.  Will you marry me?" 

"I will." She cooed.  "I accept my son's hand in unholy matrimony." 

We kissed. 

"Indeed I feel love for you I don't feel for any other woman." I admitted 

"Other than me, You are not going to look at another woman for your sexual needs again, understood?" she said 

I don't know how long but Like a stallion roaming a verdant pasture, I sampled every square inch of mother's soft, snowy flesh . . .  and she mine. Like some puzzle of the physical sciences, we united our bodies in every position amenable to pleasure and human anatomy.  Quiet moments of sleep overcame us until my hand crept to mother's breast or hers advanced to my cock.  I am consigned to damnation, but I shall make a heaven of this hell. 



 

In the light of new developments I met uncle Gadhail again.  I asked him about the laws relating to the matrimony among blood relatives.  He was shocked at my question but told me that laws are somewhat silent. 

"I qoute Bhishma from Mahabharata (Shanti Parva 207th chapter) wherein evolution of institution marriage is given down the ages.  It is told that in ancient times there was no discrimination among blood relatives.  Copulation was common snd only later it was decraled a taboo." 

"A taboo is a semi ban, not full prohibition, I understand." 

"But taboos are lifted only under extra ordinary circumstances." 

"Can the taboo of incest be lifted?" 

"You know how many religions and sect exist in India.  In one sect of ours it is permitted." he made his point well. 

"Why shouldn't consenting adults be allowed to marry anyone they hose regardless of consanguinity?" 

"you know murder is banned by law and also by religion but people continue to commit it." He said, 

"Can a son marry his mother?" I asked 

"What?  Why you are interested in this topic son." he asked 

"You know how my mom....  your sister, is behaving." 

"The way she is losing her mind, she will get mad soon." He remarked 

"Do you have anyone in mind who can marry her?" I asked 

"Are you suggesting.....  oh god....that you are the one?" 

"I am asking for your opinion only." I said 

"How could you!  Are you gone our of your mind?" 

"Do you want me to me send her to a mental assylum" 

"No, No, No, let me think," he cried and after a long pause said.  "Okay we will tell our relatives that the marriage is a mock marriage just to treat your mom's illness.  And you are standing in place of your father to make it look real." 

"Will it be real or mock?" I was quick to show my doubts 

"for god sake understand, In your privacy you can do what to like best." 

"Are you sure" Hearing this I was overjoyed.  "this means that I can ... marry her," 

"If we are careful with the documentation, your marriage will be legal and voidable.  Which means if, someone were to find about your consanguinity you couldn't be arrested for being married.  The marriage would just be voided." 

"I am highly thankful for your help and kindness." I said 

"Only for her health I consider it.  But remember a marriage is no joke." he replied 

Funny thing was that my mom's brother told me that I should leave most of the marriage prepration to him.  He fixed the date of marriage with the help of a Pandit.  Only some close relatives were invited for the ceremony. I broght new wedding suit for myself but mom said she will wear the same wedding suit which she wore on her marriage to my father.  Over the next few days, the household exploded in a burst of joyous activity.  Mother giggled and blushed like a young girl as she fussed over the details of the ceremony and her wardrobe. 

Then the day arrived.  I looked at my mother and drew my breath in sharply.  She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride.  I felt as if in a dream.  A bevy of pearl necklaces fell from her pink, shapely neck.  Her lustrous hair was sculpted into a tower above her head.  In a procession of four cars we proceeded to a small Temple.  The priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered.  She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. While the brahmin chanted all mantras, we performed pooja. 

I looked at my mother.  And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot.  The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother's hair.  I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife.  He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother's neck.  I quickly tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck.  The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire.  My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. 

"Do you, Japio Mehta, take this woman, your mother, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"He paused.  "To enjoy in carnal pleasure.  To debase with unspoken desire.  To explore the limits of man's moral laws." 

"I do," I uttered solemnly, gazing into the priest's eyes. 

"And you, Purva Girja." He turned to mother.  "Do you take this man, your son, to be your lawfully wedded husband?  Again, he paused.  "To share the most corrupt relations.  To follow your passions beyond the limits of human law and order.  To defile all that is sacred with your body and your desires." 

mother turned to me with glowing eyes.  "I do." 

I took her hands in mine. 

"I now pronounce you two united as husband and wife." 

Our close relatives started throwing flowers on us and exchanged greetings.  What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. We did all the things newly weds do while marrying.  One of her sister and one of her brother stood as our parents.  They gave us food in one plate so that we can share while we eat.  Once the rituals are complete mom said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives.  I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother-son French kiss on her lips. 

It was already evening when we reached home.  Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari.  Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for.  She asked me to wait before entering the room.  When I entered the room I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles.  Sex was in the air, I knew.  My wife was sitting in the middle of the bed.  She was in her red bridal saree.  The pallu (drape or loose end of saree) was covering her face.  She was waiting for her husband.  i sat down near her and removed the pallu of the saree covering her head.  I took her face in my hand and gazed deeply in her eyes. This was an amazing experience for us.  Slowly I brought my lips near her face and kissed her forehead.  Mom/Purva closed her eyes.  I kissed her eyes, cheeks, palms, shoulders, neck and then finally her lips.  This sent an electrifying shiver down her body.  As we parted our lips and we continued with deep kisses.  Soon this made us to take a breath, we slowly released ourselves. 

"You are beautiful Ma." I murmred 

"I am your wife now, call me Purva" 

I started to remove her jewelery.  First I removed the chain from her head arranged along the hair partition and kissed her forehead.  Then I removed the earrings and fondled her earlobes with my lips and gave a gentle bite.  Purva could not control herself and bit her own lips.  Then I removed the nose ring and gave her nose a nudge with my nose.  Slowly I began to remove the bangles from her hands.  After removing the bangles, I started caressing and kissing her hand.  Next I moved I hand to her her waist and the removed the golden waist band tied along her waist.  After removing the golden waist band, I started kissing her bare waist. 

I took a step back and started removing my dress.  After getting naked I came close to her.  First I removed the pallu of her red silk saree from her shoulder and kissed her shoulder.  Next I started removing her red silk saree.  Her white, fair and smooth midriff excited me more than anyrthing. I kissed her exposed lower back taking care that my erect manhood does not touch her.  mom stood there in her red blouse and red petticoat tied at her waist below her navel.  Her red blouse was covering her breasts completely and I could not even see the cleavage. 

Her hairs were rolled into a big bun decorated with fragrant flowers.  I proceeded to remove the hair pins and flowers from her hair roll bun.  The hair fell down on her back.  This excited me more than I had ever experienced.  Blood rushed in my manhood making it even harder.  My face showed my inner feelings.  The buttons of her blouse were at the back.  I parted her hair at the back, kissed the silky thick black hair; the fragrance of the flowers had mingled with her hair.  I kept on kissing and moving her hair on my face.  Then I pushed her hair to her front on either side. 

I started to unbutton her blouse.  At that mom was feeling very shy and was closing her eyes.  I slowly opened the blouse and moved my hands on her shoulder under the blouse.  Then I moved my lips forward and started kissing her back that was now exposed.  Purva couldn't stop herself from giving a deep sigh and momentarily closed her eyes.  I stopped kissing her back and moved my hands down from her shoulder and in the process of removing her red blouse.  By removing her blouse and started caressing her bare shoulders and arms.  I could feel the straps of her netted red bra and pulled them away.  I pulled back her long hair from the front.  Mom instinctively brought her hands to cover her breasts.  I smiled and put my palms on her palms.  Slowly I pushed her hands down along her breasts.  She did not resist me.  I brought her hands on her sides and looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful.  I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati.  She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin.  Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas.  I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth.  My mother moaned with pleasure. 

Droping her saree to a side I wanted to remove her petticoat.  This raised her excitement and her heart-beats.  I found the ends of the knot of the petticoat and pulled them, dragging it to her feet.  I caressed mom's bare stomach and put my finger in her navel.  This gave her a thrilling sensation inside her panties.  The net panties showed the wetness in her pussy and I could see that my foreplay is really arousing my mom Purva. 

Her nipples pink and erect had a mesmerizing effect on me.  I took both of her nipples in my fingers and starting rolling them.  mom was also finding difficult to control her feelings.  She started to turn towards me. I immediately stopped her and whispered in her ears "Wait, only one piece to go". 

Her gaze went down to her panties.  By this time I had moved my hand to her hips.  I was caressing her ass covered by her panties.  While caressing her ass, I slowly went down behind her and slowly started pulling her panties down.  Mom clenched her hands.  She bit her lips but kept her mascara filled eyes open.  As the panties came down, her wet pussy was getting exposed for the first time to her husband tonight.  I pulled her panties completely down and kept them at her feet.  Mom has shaved her pussy for the occasion. 

I took her full weight in my arms, carrying her over to the king size bed nearby.  Mother happily obliged by wrapping her creamy bronzed thighs and legs around my waist. 

Now it was time.  Both of our eyes opened, almost on instinct as we gazed into each other's eyes.  A gentle smile on her face said it all.  I placed Mom slowly on her back as another wet kiss sealed the act. 

"Oh my God," she said.  "I married my own son.  I really married you." 

"My wife...  MINE." I avowed before plowing my mouth to hers with the gusto of a thousand men. 

My cock pressed against her stomach, unyielding and ready for the most sinful fulfillment known.  I watched with insatiability as her honey skinned thighs spread apart.  My palms clutched each juicy thigh as I lowered my full weight upon her.  There was no rush, nor hasty gestures on either side...  we both wanted to indulge in this exotic, yet tender moment. 

We both looked downward between the slight space between our bodies, unashamedly seeing my rock hard cock in need of its creator.  I buckled and swayed, letting my wide bulbous head brush across mother's buttery inner thigh three of four times.  Mother scaled my back and legs, bonding her to me as our limbs and mouths embodied a lifetime of forbidden fascination.  It just didn't seem wrong at all...  maybe I should have felt more guilt at this moment, but I didn't.  My lips chewed mother's delicate lips before lapping at her chin and jaw.  My saliva smeared the delicious skin as the years of craving thoughts fueled my hunger.  Mother's fingers combed my hair, softly crying my name over and over as my tongue smoothed a soggy path down her chest to an awaiting heavy breast.  My fingers curled about its widest circumference while my eyes spotted its righteous form. 

"Ooooooooh." Was all I could muster with broken breath. 

No more words...  my mouth crooked as wide as it could go, inhaling mother's full areola, sucking in her hardened nipple with no hesitation.  Still preserving my hold, I brought both hands to the big sphere, massaging it with the finesse and subtlety my mother so rightfully deserved.  I watched mother's head lay all the way back on the mattress, turning and bending like a snake through tall grass.  I loved how incredibly sexy she looked with the glow of the candlelight on her skin.  I burned that image to my mind, making sure to always remember the magnitude of this moment.  With her eyes sealed shut, mother's mouth fell open as I heard her deep moans of agonizing ecstasy bellow out.  I ran my tongue crosswise atop the rubbery nipple, gently nibbling its tip with curious potency.  Mother's body locked up in four quick shivers before looking down at me, tasting her breast as I did years before. 

Mother's expressions were priceless...  her face, contorted and knotted in scalding bliss with her hair disheveled and messy...  our eyes locked together, sanctioning this blessed act of succulent pleasure.  Not long after, my hands sought out the very essence of my beloved wife, scooting down to admire the smooth flat stomach beneath me.  The backs of my hands traced her promising shape, appreciative of how fertile she still looked for her fifty years.  All I could do was focus on what lie beneath that blessed skin...  how my very gestation took place in this sacred body.  That mere notion crippled me as I fell to her stomach, kissing her stomach with open mouthed zeal. 

"Ooooh Yaaaa." Urged mother as both of her hands scoured through my hair. 

I went mad, kissing and sucking her stomach, her sides, and her lower groin.  Her pubes tickled my chin as imagined a child being spawned from this very vestibule.  "Pregnant" was the sole word of my immoral ambitions...  nothing else mattered...  nothing. 

Her face looked as if to ask "My God, what are you going to do to me?" I eased my arm around her thigh, resting my wrist atop her quivering stomach. Our gaze didn't break as I parted my wet lips, sealing them over her pulsating vagina.  As if every muscle in her body contracted at once, I savored the amazing essence of my loving mother.  In uncontrollable rapture, she flung her arms about, screaming in the forbidden narcosis of incestuous lust.  I simply couldn't believe it.  Her back writhed about, twisting and curling into a myriad of excruciating positions while my tongue lathered deep inside her living core. 

Holding her breath, mother bowed up while trying to scream "Chode Saale muje Chode" [Shut up and fuck] 

How I managed to hold onto her during her violent tryst, I'll never know. Just knowing it was my mother who was letting me eat her out made my mind, body and soul spin about in uncontrollable wonder. 

Her left hand in some way twisted into mine as the shocking feast persisted.  What began as soft whispers of devotion, now became blaring shrills of bewilderment.  I'm sure it was all she could do was absorb herself in my profound emotional inundation.  And yes, not only was my mother having a physical orgasm, but one for the heart, mind, and soul as well.  This just wasn't sex...  this was an eternal sacrament of the ages. My sex bouts with my dead wife were merely meaningless romps in the hay.  This was to be something so much more. 



My lips and tongue wavered between her lips, sliding past her outer folds, only to discover her rigid clit waiting...  with my other hand, I massaged her clit from above with the gentleness that only a mother's love could appreciate.  My tongue summoned the susceptible clit inside my mouth, my front teeth gently nibbling it-- making her anxious for air. 

"Oh My God...you..." she mumbled as another wave of orgasm washed across her rubenesque body, abruptly cutting her sentence off. 

And just as that last word was uttered, my eyes gazed upward...  her stomach muscles contracted...  every single muscle-- all thoughts, and every element that made her the woman I loved, came together in a miraculous and fantastic onslaught of orgasm.  Her body compressed, thrashed, and contorted over and again as she grasped my head, digging her fingernails in my skull.  With my mouth sealed to her spicy vagina, mother began hissing like a demented savage in some remote jungle.  And just when I thought her orgasm was over, she dug herself in, not letting me go.  She tried shoving me away, but quickly realized she didn't want to abandon the taboo feast. 

Falling back upon the bed, I could see the perspiration glaze mother's golden flesh.  She tossed about as the throes of orgasm called once more. She glimpsed down to see my buried in her pussy, and just that alone magnified the vigor of her climax.  My eyes, barely an inch from her pubic hair-- nestled true and deep.  The pussy who conquered me once was in turn conquered by me.  I was triumphant. 

Catching her breath, mother grasped my face, leading it to hers...  Shaking her head in complete astonishment, she uttered; 

"God, you made me cum.  You did this to me.  You really did this." 

With that, a kiss sealed her proclamation as I took her in my appreciative arms.  Twirling together, I became bolder in my thankful aggression, lifting our hands together; I fanned out my fingers as I cradled mother's tongue in my mouth.  I eased back, letting her tongue languidly slither out as our eyes locked together once more.  I loved how mother looked simply amazed at my erotic behavior, but said nothing.  As her tongue slipped back into her mouth, I brushed the tip of my tongue across her lower lip. 

Mother quivered in fantastic anticipation. 

"Join with me," she begged.  "Be inside me, love." 

I crawled up upon mother, meshing our mouths once more as my cock, soggy with pre-cum pushed across mother's vulva.  Our eyesight fixed, I swiftly pointed the wide head of my stalk toward the crux of my existence.  Mother's eyes widened briefly as I ran the tip across the outer lips, wet with my saliva and her nectar. 

"You feel that?" I quietly asked. 

"Yea, yea." She answered with a hasty kiss. 

Her head burrowed in my neck and shoulder as my spear slid downward, unexpectedly slipping inside.  Mom balked as her hot breath singed my skin. I nearly passed out at our first contact...  she was so warm...  so wet... this was my mother's pussy...  I was putting my cock inside the very woman who gave me life.  Mother sounded like she was on the verge of panic, huffing and grating my back with ireful fingers. 

"Are you okay?" I had to ask. 

Thankfully, she couldn't nod yes fast enough as I looked into her sapphire eyes, misty and enflamed with unreasonable lust.  I eased forward as a few more inches glided further in, invoking a drawn-out gasp for oxygen from her lungs.  Her hands became fists, hitting my back twice before kissing me deeply to reassure me she was okay. 

More of my length disappeared inside mother, sending out a shrill of excruciating pleasure, or so I hoped.  I knew for me, the sensations went beyond the physical act of intercourse.  It was as if I was penetrating her very soul...  desperate and hopeful for her heart of hearts... 

Mother's look on her face began changing...  I knew something extraordinary was simmering inside her.  With another slow, loving push, I sank all the way inside her...  to the hilt...  ball deep.  Mother's face turned beet red as she screamed aloud, as if shot in the gut...  howling like a beast, sobs of uncontrollable vehemence, as if she was giving birth. Long-winded half yell/cries filled our hotel suite as I shifted the brunt of my stab. 

"Look at me." I implored, clutching the sides of her head. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" screamed mother, looking at me with teeth clenched-- fear, shock, and wonder masked her sweaty face. 

"I'm inside you, mother," I said in a reassuring tone.  "Where I belong." 

Mother's mouth fell agape, gasping for air like she was running a marathon. 

I slowly withdrew to almost being completely out, but the sensation of my flesh within hers drew me back and I whispered a plea, but it was more of an announcement, as I said, "Inside my mother." and matched my motions to my words as I re-entered mother's sacred haven.  Marilyn moaned in response and thrust her hips up at me.  I rested for a long moment, buried within the place of my birth and then repeated the stroke, saying nothing, but both groaning together in the mind-numbing ecstasy.  It was too good to stop-- I couldn't stop, and I knew too that she didn't want me to either. 

Slowly, my strokes kept repeating, picking up momentum and vigor.  Mother was not a passive participant; rather she was an enthusiastic partner in the act of glorious incest, wholly engaged without inhibition. We banged our bodies together-- the slap of flesh meeting the loud claps that echoed in our suite.  Our cries of lust went out of control as they rang out, emerging as an adoring symphony that added its reverberation to the carnal clamor that spawned from our matrimonial bed.  Mother's wail sounded an urgent note of imminent eruption of her vaginal volcano.  My eager cries heralded the spouting of my lance soon too. 

In the misty haze of our first time making love, mother and I discovered a natural, vigorous rhythm as the pounding of pure primal need overcame us both.  The racing of animal rutting to finish copulation overcame me as I tried to balance that with the endless love for my dear mother.  I felt myself bottom out, praying that mother longed for seed of her only child. I could feel the place down furthest within mother's vagina where nubs bumped the tip of my cock-- a socket for my semen to inseminate a waiting egg.  Mother's words lit the fuse of my stick of dynamite, "We're making love... MAKING LOVE...  please go deep, son.  DEEP." 

With that irrevocable permission, the total admission of her body as well as complete access to her heart, I was jolted to the relief my tentacles had been aching for.  I pistoned in and out of my dear wife, grasping the promising width of her mouthwatering hips.  The mighty surge of my cumm began its prevailing journey, crippling me in its hypnotizing wake.  Mother knew this, grabbing my face to look in my eyes as my orgasm arose.  Like a good mother can only know, she too began shaking like a leaf on a tree, tightening her legs about my waist.  This was all too much, knowing that my mother didn't want me to pull out as my seed spilled. 

I leapt with the release of my spewing sperm at the mouth of her womb. My penis pulsed with pleasure and throbbed with an agony of withheld ejaculation, now finally allowed to gush out into my dear sweet mother.  My love flowed out into her as a sacrifice of my whole being.  Exquisite and poignant was the climax that shuttered through his cock, finally I had gotten the goal I desired, to demonstrate physically my love and commitment for my mom. 

Mom burst in to a thousand pieces when she felt me go off inside her.  The mind-blowing pinnacle of physical gratification and bliss, the spiritual contentment of the binding of her son with her in this sensual union...  the emotional delight of at last allowing ourselves to give in fully to the demands of our hearts.  I hoped that the overwhelming experiences that she had made her understand that this could not be the end of such-- that our affair would continue for years to come.  We were not only bound by blood, but now bound by the shared experience of sexual intercourse. 

We awoke around 3 the next afternoon with my face resting at the small of mom's back.  I wanted the last image I saw before I fell to sleep to be of mother's curvy thick ass, and it was. 

As I came to my senses, I planted a full wet kiss on her left ass cheek, suckling it with thirst before crawling up to awake the woman of my dreams. We had made love three more times that night before our loving slumber, and I'm sure mother was exhausted. 

A warm smile greeted my first kiss of the new day.  I could not believe my mom is my wife now and we made love lastnight.  I quickly got up from the bed and looked for my clothes.  They were all over the place.  Her saree was crumbed up by the door, and her pettycoat was also on the floor between her saree and the bed, and her bouse and bra were by the side of the bed.  I dressed and walked out of the door. 

 

If you think this story is becoming predictable, you are wrong.  You won't believe what happened next.  When I met my mom again she was a changed person altogether.  Instead of wearing her bridal cloths she was wearing a white cotton saree and she was sobbing.  I looked at her with the special appreciation of a new lover.  Even in a cotton saree I could see how it was molding to her voluptuous curves: her broad, womanly hips & saucy butt, so suggestive of fecundity; the swell of those marvelous puffy-nippled breasts straining against her blouse.  My penis began to tingle as the sight caused the X-rated film of our incestuous coupling to run in my head.  Finding her sad I tried to circle her in my arms. 

"Hi, Mom - or should I say 'Purva darling'?" I said with a chuckle, kissing her neck. 

"No!!  Let me go!!  LET ME GO!!" Mom squealed and started struggling wildly to break free. 

"Ar you alright, What happened?" I inquried 

"We've g-got to talk...," She stammered nervously, running her shaky fingers through her hair.  "Sit down." 

This was certainly a turnaround in her attitude compared to the night before.  I was confused.  I sat down near her and looked at her. 

"Both of us commited a sin which is not pardonable.  We committed incest. We went against the will of gods and now we will be punished." She said and tear started to roll in her eyes.  "and the world will not forgive us." 

"Nobody is going to learn anything about us." I assured her.  "Please don't get upset." 

"Have you NO sense of shame?  None at all?" she asked 

"Whatever happened, it happened with your consent." I told her 

"I was not feeling well and you took adventage of my weak condition." she started weeping now 

"I will take you to another city and nobody will ever....." she cut me halfway. 

"Nobody .....  stop that....  We aren't going to 'continue' anything - understand?" 

"You KNOW that we are meant to be together, Mom - It will kill us both if we don't...," I said, by leaning forward to kiss mother.  Our lips touched.  Mom closed her eyes and tentatively returned my kiss, moaning weakly into my mouth.  I reached out & cupped her soft titty, feeling her nipple against my palm.  She opened her eyes suddenly.  She shoved my hand away & stood up. 

"NO!!  , She cried out.  "We are NOT going to do that again!  It ends now, you hear me?  NOW!!" She said crying. 

"Plaease calm down ...  Mom.  I promise I will do anything against you wish." 

This pleased her and she started to wipe her tears with a corner of her saree.  I left her room in sadness.  Did sex really cured her madness?  Was she behaving normal now or she was normal before?  What should I do next? These were the questions to which I had no clear answers. 

That night I slept alone in my room.  Just after dinner mom went in her room and bolted it from inside.  Sleeping alone was no fun but then I had a wonderful dream.  I was in a deep sleep when I saw myself lying naked on soft grass in a beautiful garden.  A cool spring breeze caused my loins to stir.  Then to my amazement a lovely pink flower on a long, leafy vine slowly descended from its bush to hover just above my face.  Its sweet perfume, oddly intoxicating, filled my lungs.I could see nectar on the delicate inner petals.  It moved down my body, as if appraising every bit of me, until it came to my erect manhood.  My penis was an clearly an object of fascination for the strange flower.  It moved around sinuously to observe it from every angle.  I wondered dully if the thing could really see it somehow.  It hovered directly above my throbbing cock for a long moment, the nectar dripping onto the bulbous head & trickling down the shaft.  Ever so slowly, the flower opened wide, lowering itself.  The dewy petals then closed on my organ with a surprising tightness.  The flower began to slide up & down my penis with great sensuality.  A mounting heat started radiatong from my cock.  I furrowed my brow & moaned.  This was indeed a dream of unprecedented realism - even if I was having sex with foliage. 

In my dream I opened my eyes and saw a fog spreading all around.  Just after few seconds the fog evaporated - and the blossom was magically transformed into my nude mother.  Mom was straddling me slowly riding my long penis, her little pink-nailed hands on my chest. 

"Mom!  Deeepti!", I moaned and opened my eyes in reality.  I looked at the time and it was hardly 6 am!  Wish I could go back to sleep and fuck mom some more.  Anyhow I was wet between my thighs and needed some washing in the bathroom.  While washing myself I decided that I have to conquar mom again some how. 

Next morning mom met me at breakfast.  Her eyes were reddish.  It appeared that she was weeping all night.  I tried to talk to her but she stopped me with the gesture of her hand.  She remained inside her room during the day and appeard again only for dinner.  The dinner was taken in silence.  After the dinner, however, mom went to TV lounge and started watching TV.  That was indeed surprising.  I too went there and sat down on a chair away from her.  She was watching a soap serial, which she used to watch a lot in past. 

I looked up at my mother innocently.  After a while she picked up the clicker & went through the channels, finally settling on Animal planet.  It was showing a nature program about rhinos.  At about the midway point in the show, there was a scene with the dominant bull rhino following one of his cows around, sniffing her hindquarters.  The camera then focused on his massive erection: a good 3 feet long & as thick as a man's arm.  Before mom could change the channel the aroused bull rhino suddenly mounted his cow, sliding that tremendous organ into her.  She gave a sort of whinny as he started to "take care of business." Mom was not ready to stand THIS.  She quickly changed the channel to a sitcom, not looking at me.  As I tried to engage her in conversation she she shut the TV down. 

"I'm tired now.  It's been a long day, so I'll say g-goodnight..." She got up and headed for her room.  Sitting alone I put the TV on again.  While watching a english movie, a naughty thought started to take shape in my mind.  I knew my mom sometimes watched a movie channel.  I brought my CD player and installed it at the back of the TV panel.  Then I tuned my CD player on that chennel and waited for next day. 

Next day I decided to ignore mom.  During breakfast she tried to talk to me but I told her that 'I am in hurry as I have to met an old friend.' When she asked, 'why' I said I will talk about it later.  I left the home and returned only in evening.  We took dinner together and again went to watch TV together.  Instead of a white sare mom was wearing a green Saree with a matching blouse that showed off her curvy form to its best advantage. 

Mom again watched her favorite drama serial for sometime.  As it ended she started switching chennel.  As expected she stopped at the movie chennal.  It was playing a movie but it was not indian.  She started watching.  The screen was showing a scary sequence.  A pretty woman was walking home at night along a dark road, and she thought she might be followed by someone. 

Mom squirmed on the couch and said, "Oh no, I get so scared at stuff like this." 

"Don't worry, it's just a movie." I told her 

"But you know how stuff like this effects me" I sat near her and held her hand gave a little pat to her hand. 

The scene played out and he woman made it home fine, but it was obvious that someone had been following her.  In the next scene the woman in the movie starts to fill the bathtub.  And she starts to undress.  The camera focused to every part her amazing body.  It went on for a while, as she got ready for her bath.  Lot's of candid photography as she walks around in just her bra and underwear.  Mom was absorbed as the actress was moving toward the bathtub.  Suddenly she pulled off her bra and her panties and put one foot in the tub, for a short moment, the camera was focused on her butt. 

Mom was shell shocked at seeing nudity.  I picked the remote and changed the chennal.  She looked towards me and said, "I want to see whether she remained safe or killed by some one?' 

"This movie looks a bit too frank to me Mom" 

"Come on I am not a child." she said blushing 

On her request I changd the chennal again.  By now the bath scene was gone.  The screen was showing a man and woman on the couch.  He was sitting, and she had her head on his lap on a pillow. 

The actress whispered, "I don't understand what's happening." 

"I don't understand either" Mom said to me, "We missed some of the movie." 

As we watched, the scene continued with the actor kissing the actress on the cheek and on her ear as she lay on his lap on the couch.  He was enormously loving and gentle.  Mom seemed to be mesmerized by the image on the screen.  We watched in silence as the love scene continued.  It was getting really romantic, and at the same time it was tender and lovely. 

"Do you want me to change it?" I asked but mom didn't respond. 

The scene in the movie kept building in its intensity, extremely slowly.There was suddenly this amazingly sensual image on the TV screen, it was of the actress - a close-up of her bottom wearing only panties, and the actors hand slipping gently under the fabric and sliding down, slowly, right between her legs. 

Mom was shocked at its intensity but kept watching.  Little by little, the beautiful actress had let the man pull her panties down her legs, and then off her altogether.  She let him take all her clothes off, she was now on the couch, totally naked.  I was surprised when there was a moment that showed the man and he was totally naked too - and you could totally see his erection. 

"Change the chennal Japio" Mom said to me 

"NO" was my answer.  I playfully squeezed her shoulder. 

She jumped as if hit by electric current.  "Oh no you don't - uh uh," she said, pulling my hands away.  "I've told you once, I've told you a dozen times: we are not going to do it again!." 

"I will obey you mom, but let me play a little with this beautiful body of yours." 

I tried to encircle her in my arms.  "Please don't!  Please!" she begged in a desperate whisper, looking up at me. 

I reached down & cupped her soft buttocks, lifting her off the floor, then eased her back down, onto the couch. 

"Are you out of your mind?  No - no!" she whispered back, appalled, struggling to get away. 

Mom desperately pounded my shoulders & back with her little fists, but to no avail.  I was far stronger than she was.  I forced my tongue between her pretty, trembling lips, sliding it over her teeth & gums, demanding admittance.  She struggled to keep her mouth closed, but the sheer power of my masculinity was simply overwhelming.  Her punches gradually tapered off, then ceased altogether.  I held her easily with one hand around her shoulders and slipped the other one under her blouse to lift her bra up, causing her breasts to bounce from the lacy cups.  I rolled a big nipple in my fingers, eliciting a shiver.  She shook her head vigorously, the expression of horror on her cute face making her look like a terrified little girl. 

"God!  Why must you torment me so..." She bit her lower lip & closed her eyes tight. 

"I am your husband and its your duty to serve me." 

"I'll make you happy with my mouth.  If you promise to behave like a son" She suggested 

"Oh, yes, mother.  I want to cum in your mouth," I agreed 

"Promise me then Japio," she whispered in the way of a prisoner making a deal with a prison guard for special treatment.  "Promise me by swearing on your soul that you will not fuck my pussy cunt." 

"Yes mother.  Anything.  I'll promise you anything for you to suck me" I said with sexual excitement 

"Thank you Japio.  I promise to make you happy, very happy," she whispered. 

"Suck me mother.  Suck my cock.  I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," 

I moved my finger slowly across her lips, as if my finger was my cock, mom licked my finger and took it inside her mouth to suck.  Swirling her tongue around my finger she teased me with her mouth and tongue.  Gently and silently moving her head back and forth and side to side, she stealthily and silently sucked and licked my finger. 

"Oh mom You're so beautiful.  You're so sexy.  I love your shapely body," I whispered my lust in her ear while reaching his horny hand down and around to touch mother's ass beneath her Saree before moving my hand forward to feel her between her legs. 

I forced mother to her knees and moved my cock over her mouth.  She motioned with her head for me to come closer to her.  She opened her mouth, with a thrust and a hump of my hips, I was inside a forbidden warm, wet place where so many sons fantasize being and so few have mothers willing to sexually satisfy them with their mouth.  A perfect incestuous relationship. 

"That's right mother.  Suck my cock.  Suck it.  Lick it while taking it deeper." 

Kissing my cock, and licking the full length of it, she swirled her tongue around the head of my engorged prick.  Then, taking the head past her lips and sucking me, she looked up at me with her big eyes and smiled. There's nothing more endearing and loving than having mother smile up at me, while my cock is buried in her mouth. 

She continued sucking me and stroking me while I humped her mouth and fucked her face.  If a stranger was to unexpectedly enter the room, in the way she was passionately sucking me and in the way that I was excitedly humping her mouth and fucking her face while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, no one would know or even suspect we were mother and son, but lovers, husband and wife. 

"Oh yes mother.  That's good.  That's very good.  Don't stop.  I'm going to cum.  I'm going to cum." 

With a big, heavy hand pushing the back of her head forward, as if I was holding the leg of a horse to shoe it, after sucking me a while and with the sexual tension building, obviously needing a release, I was possessed with incestuous lust for her mouth.  Humping her mouth and fucking her face as if she was a cheap, two bit whore I had picked up in a bazar instead of her being my mother, I continued fondling her bare breasts and fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples as she sucked me deeper and stroked me faster.  As if she was a willing victim and she was, she swirled her tongue around the head of my prick while stroking me faster and longer. 

It didn't take me very long to cum in her mouth, actually, explode was more the word.  True to her word, she swallowed every drop I gave her, before she licked me clean and continued sucking me as if she was giving me a back-to-back blowjob.  What a blowjob?  What an incredible blowjob? 

"Oh mother, that was the best blowjob I ever had," I told her by stroking her dark hair and kissing her on each cheek. 

I asked her to sit in my lap as there was no immediate danger of getting fucked.  I sat down in a chair and lifted her up in my lap.  I caressed her hairs and kissed her face.  Reluctantly she sat in my lap but did nothing to excite me.  I don't know from where a image came to my mind.  I imagined my mom riding a horse.  I imagined her wearing a short western skirt with bright white panties and a low cut, sheer top without the benefit of a bra to keep her tits from falling out of her blouse.  With her skirt raised up past her crotch and her big tits totally exposed and bouncing side to side and up and down, I imagined her mounting and riding the mechanical bull.  With the image of all the men watching her sexy riding display, I imagined bringing her home and licking her and fucking her.  I started to imagine her riding me the way she was riding a horse. 

Then my mom made a mistake.  She touched my cock with her fingers, and it sprang back to life.  Putting my hand under her ass I lifted her up.  She gasped softly as my hard pole made contact with her already-swollen clitoris.  I pulled my prick back toward my stomach then released it like a spring against Mom's pussy.  Precum splatted against her soft tummy. 

She whipped her head back around to face me, a sudden fury sweeping over her.  "remember you promised not to fuck me?" she hissed 

My mother's whole body stiffened as she tried to fight me off.  Of course, she was no match for me physically and I was easily able to hold her as she wriggled and fought.  'Please, Japio,' my mother whimpered.  'Please stop...  Stop it, now!' 

"Okay mom, there is only one way to avoid fucking and that is living away from you" I said 

"Are you saying that you will leave me alone here?" 

"You know my job is in another town" 

"I will go with you" 

"Only as my wife if you agree." 

She thought for a long time and tear started to form in her eyes.  'Ok' she whispered 

I gasped as she placed my engorged cockhead against the pink petals of her vagina then slowly stuffed herself with thick meat.  I took a puffy nipplle deep into my jaws as she began to slide slowly up & down my dick. I reached around to caress the silken skin of her butt with my powerful hands, marvelling yet again at her wonderful softness.  I gently kneaded, then separated the creamy globes, sliding a hand between them.  I reveled in the warmth of her buttocks clasping my hand.  She trembled as she felt me begin to tickle her asshole with my skilled fingertips; brushing them ever so lightly over the highly sensitive, puckered flesh.  I eased a finger into her nether hole, eliciting a loud gasp from her that made her wince. 

I slowly swirled the digit in her oh-so tight anus, feeling the little muscles twitch.  I slipped the middle finger in and started shaking them like a vibrator.  Mom threw her head back, a lewd grimace on her face that made my big boy buck inside her.  I sucked her other nipple, stretching it taut as I reamed her asshole good.  She picked up the pace of her ride, bouncing on her my lap with the enthusiasm of a child playing "horsie." 

"Oh yeahh, baby.  You're my sweet li'l slut mommy now, ain't ya?" I whispered evilly. 

"Ohhh please don'tttt..." 

"Come on - say it..." I thrust my cock up into her hard, making her grasp my arms with her hands at the sudden shock. 

"Yesss!  I'm your slut mommy!  " she mewled helplessly under her breath. "I'm your bitch!  Fuck me" 

With a muted growl, I grasped her waist and began drilling her in earnest.  She arched her back & put her hands behind her head, causing her glorious big titties to jut & jiggle proudly.  My eyes took in her open-mouthed ecstasy with awe.  As far as I was concerned, she was simply the sexiest, most adorable lady that had ever lived - the distilled dream-essence of femininity. 

We were rutting at a furious clip now, nearing the moment of truth.  Oue sex fluids had accumulated at the base of my cock.  Flecks of it splattered up unto my chest when I slammed my sodden crotch into hers particularly hard.  The juicy squelch of our coupled organs filled the room. 

"Oooo, Japio!  I - Uhggg!!" Mom exclaimed with a stifled gasp, desperately fighting the urge to scream. 

"Awww, shittt!" I rasped, gritting my teeth.  Great gouts of steaming jism blasted from my turgid knob, drenching the inflamed tissues of mother's uterus.  I slammed my penis all the way into her as I spewed again & again.  Our own special blend of love honey gushed out of her filled pussy, flooding my balls as we continued to replenish her "honey pot." I nursed on a wet, swollen nipple as the spurts began to taper off.  She cradled my head tenderly.  We were both exausted, momentarily basking in the afterglow of our illicit mating. 

"I'm the only man who will ever own this juicy pussy?  That right?" I demanded, swiveling my hips, reaming her buttery box. 

"Yes!  I was BORN to be owned by you!  I am your pussy!  Your wife!  Godddd!" 

"My wife...mine..." I murmured as tears of ecstasy rolled down her flushed cheeks... 

"My king...my king..." she wept, peppering my face with kisses... 

 

When the leave from my job came to end, I took mom to another city.  Saying goodbye to all of our friends and family wasn't as hard as we thought as we settled in to our newfound life together as husband and wife. Believe me, the amazing sensations of making pure love to my mother nearly every night more than made up for that tenfold.  Weeks turned into months and we continued to live as husband and wife.  Then one day mom break the news of her pregnancy.  My mother's belly swell with our child became the wind beneath my wings....  I honestly felt like mom had gotten younger with her pregnancy...  she glowed with a maternal radiance I found so damn sexy...  her hair grew longer and her breasts swelled to enormous proportions.  The feeling I would get in my stomach, looking at the woman who gave me life, all knocked up and pregnant was something few words can describe.  I did this to her...  ME. 

"Damn, Purva darling- your belly is gigantic!  You look like you're about to pop any second!" I exclaimed 

"God, do I love being pregnant with your baby, darling.  Really.  I have never felt so wonderfully feminine in my entire life.  It's well worth all the morning sickness and the backaches." 

After the seventh month, we stopped having vaginal sex altogether, making do with cock & pussy sucking.  But five weeks of nothing but blowjobs can tend to get a bit dull, no matter how skilled the practitioners.  One day both of felt the need so much that mom said, "I need you to screw me in the worst way." 

"I know what you mean.  I could do with a piece of your sweet pussy pie, believe me.  But we agreed that that's out." 

"There's more than one way to skin a cat, mister..." she said with a wicked grin, lifting the hem of her pregnanccy gown and lying back on the couch.  She spread her buttocks with her hands, exposing her luscious pink asshole obscenely.  Like a good soldier, my penis began to answer the call of duty once again. 

"Uh, I dunno about this.  You sure?" 

"Just get that gorgeous pole over here and fuck your poor ol' horny Mama..." 

"As milady commands," I replied with an elaborate bow.  I got onto My knees between her thighs and saw that her pussy was already moist.  I patted her engorged clit with My shaft, sending electric tingles all over her body.  next I slid the underside of My beast between her delectible inch-long vaginal lips, slowly sawing against her slit and coating myself with her love lube.  Her snatch adhered to my dick, giving out wonderfully nasty sucking sounds.  It was as if it was willing the monster inside. 

"Steady, girl.  Steady now..." mom muttered to her mischievious nookie, wincing. 

I eased I weapon of ass destruction down between Mom's butt cheeks.  They reveled in the feeling of my hardness surrounded by the warm softness of her fanny.  She gasped at the friction of the top of my penis rubbing against her asshole.  Her pussy juice was flowing freely now, a trickle oozing down to the nether hole.  My cock thoroughly slathered with her sex fluids, I judged that the time was right. 

"Are you ready, sweetpea?" 

"Yesss.  Give it to me!" 

I placed my hard cockhead against the circle of bright pink, puckered flesh.  He pressed forward slowly, taking extra pains not to hurt her in her delicate condition.  She inhaled sharply as she felt the big knob pop into her tight sphincter.  I felt the muscles of her anus twitch in indignant protest at the outrage of being forced to admit this barbarous interloper.  I sank into her clasping rectum inch by inch, until at last my pubic hair was entwined with hers.  I felt the throbbing tip of my cock buried deep in herbowels.  Both of us savored the exquisite sensation, looking into each other's eyes for a long moment. 

I withdrew my pole until only the head remained gripped by the anal ring, then sank all the way back into her.  slowly I swiveled my hips, stretching her elastic rectum.  She whined & began to roll her wondrous nipples in her fingers.  I caressed her enormous belly lovinly as I assumed a measured pace.  Her bowels felt like a hot, oiled rubber glove tightly gripping me as I slid in & out.  Both of us reveled in the wicked nastiness of what we were doing. 

"Yeahh, that's the way," She said in that strangely quiet voice she sometimes adopted when I screw her.  "Do you realize that you're actually sodomizing your own Mother?  Ohhh..." 

"I think you're enjoying it, too.  Such a hot butt..." 

"Impaling your poor pregnant Mommy on that huge penis of yours.  Shamelessly taking advantage of my feminine weakness like this..." Her eyes were slits. 

"Oh, you little heifer..." Her words caused me to pick up the tempo. 

"You've transformed me into your slutty little trollop - and I absolutely love it.  I worship you now, Japio.  I mean that.  Your cock is my graven idol..." 

Impelled by her shocking words, I started pounding it into her now, all other concerns forgetten.  My cum-laden balls slapped against her soft, rosy buttocks.  She was bathing in a sheen of fuck-sweat.  Her titties bounced & quivered with every thrust. 

"Ohhhhh!  It feels soooo gooood!" she sobbed, suddenly becoming overwhelmed by the outrageous sensations flowing from her rectum.  She grimaced sexily and rubbed my powerful chest with her tiny hands. 

"You my li'l dollbaby?" I huffed, loving the masterful feeling of it all. 

"Oooooo!  Yesssss!" 

I could both hear the nasty squelching noises emanating from her asshole now.  My copious precum had mixed with lubricating oils from Mother's anal glands to produce a bubbly froth.  It gathered at the base of my pole and flowed foamily down the crack of her butt. 

"Ohhh, shit...sooo fuckin' hottt...I'm gonna cum..." 

"Yesssss!  Give it to me!  Soak Mommeee!" she squealed like an excited child. 

"Hrrghhh!!  Ughhhh!!" I barked as my dick burst like a Roman candle in her intestines.  I thrust all the way into her asshole, wanting every bit of my rod in her.  She cried out as she felt my prick buck again & again in her guts, the awesome cockhead jetting string after string of hot, sticky incest semen deep within her inflamed bowels.  The sudden feeling of liquid fullness caused her to involuntarily let out a long rip-snorter of a fart, even as the last ejaculations were spraying from me. 

"Oh my Goddd..." she squeaked with embarrassment, covering her beet-ret face with her hands.  I couldn't help laughing.  I bent down to kiss the sweaty dome of her tummy affectionately. 

Two months later i came home late and saw mom crying in pain.  She was rubbing her swelled stomache again and again.  I was not ready for her time to approach so suddenly. 

"What's wrong?" I asked 

"I think it's t-time...AH!" Her water broke, gushing down her thighs onto the floor. 

"Right.  Come on, I'll help you to bed," I said, taking her arm.  I undressed her and gently laid her down, then I put several towels under her bottom to catch the water & blood that would come.  Just before that i read and watched a lot about deliveries on the internet.  I knew just what to do. 

"Ohhh, here we go..." mom groaned 

"Now, don't be afraid, darlin' ," I said tenderly, patting her hand.  "Everything's gonna be just fine." 

"I'm not really scared.  I had a pretty easy time having you..." 

"And it'll be the same with our baby now.  Breathe, Purva honey..." 

Mom puffed away and I continued to coach & comfort her as we waited for the better part of 2 hours, the contractions coming with ever-greater frequency.  Her fair skin was drenched in sweat from the stress.  The sight of her giving birth caused my penis to become harder than it ever had before. 

"You Ma chode...  why you did this to me...." She said in anger 

"Because you are made to bear babies.  Breathe - that's it." 

Another half hour or so.  Then: 

"AHHH!!  Ohhh, Japeeeeee!  It-it's COMINGG!!" 

She inflamed pubic mound began to bulge like a volcano about to blow as the baby's head traveled down her vagina.  The rosy pink lips of her vulva stretched lengthwise, then slowly opened, revealing the crown of the baby's head, with its wispy tuft of blond hair. 

"OHHHH MY GODDD!!  IT'S TEARING ME APART!!" 

"You're doing fine!  PUSH, sweetie!" 

"UHHHNNNN!!" 

The baby's head popped from her pussy, its face all red & wrinkly.  It squinted in reaction to its first exposure to light.  I supported the baby's head with one hand and, as carefully as I could, I reached 2 fingers into her brutalized vagina to ease the shoulders out. 

"AIEEEEEEEE!!" She shrieked. 

"I'm sorry, darlin'!  I couldn't help hurting you there..." I winced. 

My disbelieving brain took in the incredible sight of my mother spread before him.  The baby - My baby - half in, half out of her gaping pussy; swinging its little arms, hitting her soft white thighs with its tiny fists. This was the ultimate moment at last, the moment he'd been dreaming of.  Against my will, my cock exploded without being touched.  Great jets of sperm blasted out of the livid bulb over & over. 

"You-you're almost home, sweetheart -just one more big push ought to do it," I croaked through gritted teeth, embarrassed, as I penis continued to spray my pants.  "C'mon now: PUSHH!!" 

"UHHHHHNNNGGG!!" 

With one last monumental effort, She bore down.  Her vagina distended even further as she strained to force the big infant from her body.  Finally, its hips cleared the birth canal, and I pulled the baby free. 

"Ohhhh, my babeee!!" an exhausted mom-Purva wept joyfully, the pain instantly forgotten. 

I turned the baby upside down and gave it a gentle whack on the bottom. It let out a loud, healthy bawl.  Next I tied off the umbilical cord in 2 places, then severed it. 

"I, um, I think it's a boy...I wanted an heir and I got one" I said with a moon-faced expression as I lifted the baby to show her.  My eyes bulged at the sight: The penis of my newly born son was a good 2 1/2" long, and as thick as my thumb.  It hung down heavily between his thighs. 

"God..." she gaped in awe. 

I cleaned him off, wrapped him in a soft blue baby blanket, then laid the little bundle on mothrer's bosom. 

"Awwww, welcome to the world, little one!  It's so good to see you!" she cooed, kissing his forehead, as I laid down beside mom.  We looked into each other's eyes, in perfect peace and full of love.  I kissed her with great tenderness. 

"You are my life..." I murmured reverently.