My Collection of Stories

Mother

In second year of my university life I moved into a dormitory. I was 20 years old at that time. My parents house was about 10 miles from our campus. Despite that I moved out to get a away from my family on the excuse that I needed more privacy for my studies. My parents were always arguing and fighting over trivial things; but lucky for me they agreed on my moving out. My younger sister Bina was a spoiled brat and she was always getting away with murder. I was beginning to think that major source of enjoyment in her life was to irritate and harass me. To my parents, specially to my father, she was an angel and she could not do any wrong. Needless to say I was ecstatic with my new found freedom.

My roommate was Uttam. He was a quiet and very studious boy from a nearby small town. When I first met him I never thought we would become friends. I soon found out he was an amazingly matured person for his age and a very helpful guy. Being a city boy and having a girl friend, I used to party a lot. As a result I often fell behind with studies and assignments. Uttam was always there to help me out.

Whenever I felt like having home cooking I used to show up at home. My mother was an excellent cook. Few times I took Uttam along with me. The meals at home were very welcome diversions for both of us and tasted like gourmet foods compare to what they were serving us in the cafeteria.

My parents began to like Uttam very much, specially my mother. Bina, as usual, was trying to grab his attention. I liked Uttam even better when I found he was hardly showing any interest in my sister. In one of those visits, to my complete surprise, I noticed he was checking out my mother.

Mothers in our culture are very venerable, almost next to god. Mother and sex are two words that never spoken together in the same sentence. It is like day and night; light and darkness. They never go together. However, like most things in life there are always gray areas, like twilight time around sunset and sunrise. The light and darkness; day and night dance together and coexist even though for a very brief period.

I found it very intriguing that Uttam took interest in my middle aged mother over my sexy sister. I never looked at my mother sexually until then. Now my mother was about 40 years old average middle aged Bengali woman. She gained some weight in her middle section but overall she was a nice looking woman for her age. She had large breasts and large rounded ass; and often she would become careless about her body. She would bend over to pick up things framing her tight ass from behind or showing ample cleavage from front side.

Next week there was some kind of holidays and we would have 4 days off. I had been planning to spend most of the time with my girlfriend Sheila. But my plan fell apart like the old saying ‘man proposes and god disposes’. It was Sheila’s father, who played god in spoiling my plan. To my utter disgust, He decided to take his entire family on a vacation. He was the supreme commander of his family. His words were the laws. Once he had put his foot down that was it.

‘Ones greatest achievement comes after a disappointment’ a wise man said once. I did not have any clues then that my extended weekend would redefine and reshape my life forever.

Last thing I wanted was to spend the whole 4 days with my family. Bina would drive me nuts; also I would end up in uncomfortable situations several times, mediating between my parents with their arguments.

At that moment Uttam came to rescue. He invited me to his town and to spend the vacation with him. I happily accepted his invitation.

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Uttam had never talked about his family before. I had assumed he was from a poor family and as such did not want to. I’d find out very soon how wrong I was. His small town was about 3 hours train ride from our city. So, on a mild winter day we rode an express train towards his home town.

As we left our city behind, the air began to get little fresher and temperature little chillier. Our train arrived in late afternoon in their little town. I was pleasantly surprised when their driver met us in the rail station. I was even more surprised when we entered a white colonial type bungalow house. Beautiful manicured lawn and nicely placed flower beds adorned the front side of the house.

“My mother’s pride and joy.” He whispered pointing at the garden and ran out of the car even before it came to a complete stop towards a nice looking woman who was trimming a rose bush. She looked up hearing the sound of the car and her face brightened up. She opened her arms and Uttam jumped between them. Nobody had to tell me it was his mother.

Uttam introduced me to her and I gathered my hands together to say ‘namaste’; a traditional Indian greeting.

“Oh come on, any friend of Uttam is family.” She surprised me by embracing me into a big hug. I thought she squeezed me tighter than a motherly or aunt type hug. I felt the touch of her ample breasts on my chest. I could not help but notice her hands ever so gently touched my ass. The whole thing happened very quickly and could not have lasted for more than 30 seconds.

Was it just my imagination or was there a horny woman underneath that cool, calm and saintly mother figure?

Dinner was fabulous. His mother cooked so many dishes that one might think she was planning to invite the whole town but forgot. Dishes tasted delicious as everything was made from fresh ingredients. Uttam kept reminding me that the fish was from their pond, the chicken was from their small poultry, the vegetables were from their backyard garden and the milk was from their cows.

Uttam’s room was a huge one. Another bed was placed in the room for me. When the lights were turned off and we said goodnight to each other, it felt like I was submerged into a totally new world. There were no sounds of cars or rattling of old trams or distant rumbling of trains. There was no light filtering in from outside. The inside of the room was so dark that I could not even see Uttam’s bed only a few feet away. The whole thing was very tranquil and serene. But I still could not sleep immediately. I kept thinking of Sheeta, Uttam’s mother. She was really a nice looking sexy woman about my mother’s age. But surprisingly there was no man in the house. I never asked Uttam about his father.

Ever since I saw Uttam checking out my mother, I myself started looking at matured women differently. Sheeta was surely be one of the hottest middle aged women I ever laid my eyes on. Was she really coming on to me or was that fertile imaginations of my horny mind? Thinking about her I finally drifted into sleep.

Breakfast was as lavish as dinner. I wondered when she managed to cook all these things. I noticed, even though there were helps in the household, Sheeta was always busy with something or other. She was constantly doing something. May be that is how she keeps herself in such a good shape, I thought.

“I need you boys to help me with some cleaning today.” She told us after breakfast with her ever smiling face, “I need some muscles.”

She wanted to clean their library and wanted us to move few things around. Needless to say we agreed. First, she wanted to clean the painting those were hung on the wall. There was rather a rickety looking ladder on the floor and Sheeta picked it up.

“Ma, don’t use that ladder. It is dangerous.” Uttam cautioned her, “Where is the new one?”

“It is in the garage. Why don’t you get it for me honey?” She responded.

“You hold the ladder.” She told me as soon as Uttam left and climbed up few steps.

I stepped closer to hold the ladder all the while wondering why she would use this old ladder when Uttam was getting the other one. As I came closer she fell. Any fool could tell she fell purposely and she fell on me. I tried to catch her and break her fall and we both tumbled on the ground with her on top of me.

“Are you hurt?” I felt her warm breath around my neck as she spoke.

“I am okay, how about you?”

“I’m fine.” She answered.

I was surprised she did not try to get up right away. I felt her groin was right over mine.

“Thank you for saving me.” She whispered very softly.

“You are welcome.” All I could say as I was trying very hard to control my hard on. It was difficult because she was now grinding her pussy over my penis through our clothing. However, she jumped on her feet and steadied herself when she heard the approaching foot steps. We went back to cleaning.

Her flirting did not stop. She backed up on me several times when Uttam was not looking, grinding her ass over my penis. It was open and lewd. It was outright invitation to fuck her. I had no moral inhibition to fuck her even though he was mother my roommate. After all it was her who was asking for it.

After the cleaning Uttam wanted to take me to one of his favorite places.

“My grandpa was a big shot in this town. He used to own all this. He left all of it to my mother when he passed away.” Uttam informed me as we snaked through dozens of mango and litchi trees. “You should have come here in summer. The trees are full of mangoes and litchis. You can smell the sweet smell of these fruits from miles away.”

He affectionately was reliving his old memories. But my dirty mind was thinking about Sheeta. I wanted to know more about his family.

Finally we arrived in an open space by a river side. A little river was flowing very silently.

“This is the best place in the whole world.” Uttam enthusiastically announced as he sat down on the grass, “Whenever I am down or need some quiet time I come here. It gives me a new perspective on life. What do you think?”

The scenery was obviously breathtaking. It was very picturesque to say the least. Behind us was the column of trees forming a dark green forest. Across from us, on the other side of the river, green paddy fields stressed as far as eyes could see into the distant horizon. I never thought sky could be so blue and air could be so pure. Patches of white puffy clouds was idly floating high on the deep blue sky, mimicking all kind of shapes. I laughed when it reminded me of Window’s original screen saver. I should have enjoyed this pristine environment much more, away from smog filled air of my city, but my mind was not pure or clean like the present surrounding. My mind was full with one and only one thought that was of his mother Sheeta. I looked up and suddenly saw the white clouds up in the sky framed a picture of a naked woman and more and more it began to look like Sheeta.

“Don’t let this little and serene river fool you.” He tried to impress me even more through reliving his fond memories once again, “In monsoon this little river becomes a monster. The clear blue water turns into dark muddy water with 100s of spinning eddies and the current becomes ten times faster. Once in a while the water will overflow causing flood. One time water came almost to our door step. Look at it now. It is pure and peaceful like a sleeping baby.”

I was not paying much attention at what he was saying. I needed to know more about Sheeta and Uttam’s family

“Uttam, excuse me for asking, where is your father?” I asked him.

“He left us when I was 10.” He was obviously not comfortable about talking about his father, “He went to England and was supposed come back for me and mother once he was settled. Son of a bitch never came back.”

“I am really sorry to hear that.”

“We are doing all right without him, thank you. Frankly I don’t want to talk about him. As far as I’m concerned he is dead.” He said emphatically.

No wonder Sheeta is so horny and looking for a cock, I thought and she could have mine anytime she wanted. I would have been in deep trouble if he could read my mind.

I began looking around. Even though it was cold few young boys were taking their baths and were having a ball. They were jumping all over the place and splashing water at each other.

He looked at me and asked breaking the long silence, “Are you game? Come on let’s jump in the water like those kids and take a bath.”

“Are you kidding? It is bone chilling cold.” I hugged my jacket tightly around me. Beside I did not want him to know that I could not swim.

“You city boys!” He mocked at me as he began to strip.

He jumped into the river wearing only his under pant. He may be having fun in the cold pristine water but I would prefer a warm body and a hot, wet and slippery pussy around my penis right about now.

“Ma, our city guest thinks it is too cold to bathe in the river.” Uttam told his mother jokingly when we returned, “He needs hot water.”

“You leave him alone.” Sheeta equally mockingly reprimanded her son, “I’ll arrange some hot water for him.”

As there was no running hot water available she provided me with a container full of hot water. The idea was not to use the shower, but to take some hot water and to mix with some cold water in a bucket and to pour over you.

Finally I was alone in the bathroom. The latch was broken so I could not lock the door, just closed it. What I needed more than a bath was a good jerk off as my balls were aching for release. My penis had been teased whole day by Sheeta. I stripped naked and my penis became hard instantly as if it had read my mind and anticipated what was coming.

Suddenly I heard light knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. It was Sheeta standing there with a bar soap and a towel in her hand. She entered inside and closed the door.

“I want to make sure you clean yourself real good.” She told me with a wink that said it all about her true intention.My heart began pounding faster as she came behind me. She hugged me from behind. Her warm soft hands touched my bare chest. Her hands pinched my tiny hard nipples. Her wet tongue was nibbling at my ears. Then she lowered her hands to my waist and with one swift motion untied my towel. My cock jumped up and down few times before coming to a stand still, pointing upward in an angle.

“Wow! Somebody is happy to see me.” She grabbed my cock with both hands still from behind and began stroking it. Then she placed her tongue at my spine and slowly started descending downwards. Her tongue was leaving a wet track across the length of my spine. My whole body shivered and goose bumps appeared all over. As her tongue reached just above my anus she let go of my cock. She spread my butt cheeks wide and blew air into my tiny hole. Then she did the most unthinkable. Her tongue touched my ass hole. I never experienced anything like this. I moaned out loudly.

“Shhh………” She cautioned me as I remembered Uttam was reading news paper in the living room.

She turned me around. My penis was now at her face level, inches away from her mouth. She came even closer and engulfed my hard on into her wet mouth. I did my best to remain calm and quiet as she began sucking my cock. One of her hands grabbed my balls and gently began squeezing them.

My girl friend Sheila never liked to suck my cock. She only used to do it to make me happy. But this lady was surely enjoying what she was doing. Her tongue licked the pre cum clean from my tiny opening. She took my penis out and licked it all around and then again took it whole into her mouth. She repeated the process several time.

“Don’t cum yet.” She told me sensing my impending orgasm, “I want you to fuck me now.”

I was so engrossed and enjoying her cock sucking I forgot she was still fully clothed. She got up and bend over in front of me holding the towel rack on the wall. She pulled up her dress over her waist exposing her butt. I saw her swollen pussy lips right below her anus and between her thighs. I touched her pussy and it was dripping wet with her love juice. My fingers became wet instantly. I took my fingers into my mouth and tasted her juice.

“Fuck me now, we don’t have much time.” She turned her head towards me and urged wantonly.

I placed my cock between her swollen pussy lips and she took over. She pushed back on my cock impaling into her love hole with one motion. She began gyrating her ass all around and at the same time pushing her pussy back and forth on my cock. It became clear to me the difference between fucking an experienced woman and a naïve girl like my girlfriend.

“It’s okay. You can cum inside me” She assured me as I began shaking without control. I shot my loads into her pussy. She took my hand placed it over her mouth as her whole body convulsed and she exploded into a massive orgasm. We must have cum in gallons as our white gooey juices began oozing out of her pussy. Then we felt a draft and both of us shivered. We looked up to find the source. It was Uttam standing at the door step.

He looked at us may be a second or two, then turned around and left. He did not say anything but the look at his eyes spoke volume. The anger I saw in them was that of a killer’s. I was really scared.

“Please Ratan, go find my baby.” Sheeta began to cry, “He might do something terrible. He may hurt himself. Please bring him back to me.”

I must be crazy I thought as I went to look for Uttam. I should have packed my bag and run. But at Sheeta’s urging and crying I was going towards his favorite place. I knew face to face I could defend myself against him. I thought I would ask for his forgiveness and leave.

“Uttam, Uttam!” I yelled out as I was approaching the river side, “I’m really sorry. It is not what it looked like. Can we at least talk about it.”

Then I heard footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around something hit hard on back of my head. I fell flat on the ground on my face. The bright sunshine and deep blue sky disappeared instantly, everything turned black as if a total eclipse had engulfed the sun. Hundreds of stars began circling my head. The pain was excruciating and was spreading all over me like an unstoppable wild fire. I gathered all my remaining strength to turn over and saw a vicious scene. Uttam was standing over me with a bamboo rod in his hand. He pulled the rod over his head to recoil it and then began bringing it down.

My heart stopped. I could not move; I became paralyzed. If he hit me again I knew I would be dead. I closed my eyes and awaited for the inevitable. I felt the air whistled around my face generated by the swinging rod as it stopped inches from my face.

“Of all the women in the world, you son of a bitch have to fuck my mother.” He yelled and spat at my face. The contempt and outrage in his face was something I never witnessed before. He threw away the rod. My heart began pounding again. He sat down like this morning on the grass. I heard him sobbing.

I could not get up as it felt all the strength from my body had been drained. Somehow, I managed to crawl towards him.

“I am really really sorry.” I uttered the words fighting the pain, “I guess you would not want to hear my side of the story.”

“I know, I know,” He answered in a surprisingly mellow tone, “that bitch seduced you. I don’t know why she does that. She knows it would drive me insane. Six month ago I almost killed our last driver when I found them together. Today I almost killed you too. I don’t know how to control my anger specially when it comes to about my mother.”

He stopped. An eerie silence descended over us. My excruciating pain was killing me. It felt like I had a headache as big as my entire body. It spread from my temple to my toes and everywhere in between.

“I am really sorry for hitting you. It was really not your fault.” I thought I heard him say. Because that was the last thing I remembered before passing out.

I woke up in Uttam’s room in a bright sunlit morning. First thing I realized I was still alive. Then I felt the bandage on my head. Surprisingly the pain had subsided. I could not remember what happened to me yesterday after I passed out. I learnt later that Uttam carried me home and called a doctor. The doctor put few stitches in back of my head and gave me sedative, pain killer and antibiotic.

Sheeta came with her usual smiling face as if nothing had happened. She fed me milk and cereal and gave me my medicine. Uttam came to inquire few times how I was feeling. Later Sheeta with the help of one her domestic helps gave me a sponge bath. Then she brought a big bowl of steaming chicken soup and helped me to finish that. I was amazed how many faces this woman possessed. I saw her as a loving mother, a sex crazed woman and now a care giving nurse.

After lunch I started feeling a whole lot better. I became astonished how close I came to death. At the same time, my thinking became crystal clear. I clearly identified the problem. I was one hundred percent sure and decided to do something about it before he might kill his mother’s next lover. I called in Uttam.

“I think I know your problem.” I informed him, “You are in love with your mother.”

“I love my mother, you love yours. We all love our mothers.” He impatiently replied, “What is your point?”

“The point is,” I decided to come to the point directly without being coy, “you love your mother not only like a son and also as a man. You want to be her lover. You become jealous when she is with any other man.”

Pin drop silence fell in the room. He looked at me with disgust and tried to say something but stopped and looked down towards his feet. It was clear sign of a man going through a turmoil of fierce internal fight brewing within himself. It was a young man who had grown up too quickly after his father abandoned him and his mother. And now he was fighting to find the right answer for the biggest question of his entire life. He heaved and sighed repeatedly without looking at me. Next time he looked at me he looked a completely different man; a perplexed man.

“What should I do?” He asked.

“Your mother is still a very sexy and attractive woman. She has her physical needs like any healthy woman.” I told him, “You cannot kill or keep her away from all her lovers.” I stopped to gauze his reaction. Failing to get a response from him, I continued, “The ideal situation is for you to become her lover.”

“I cannot do that.” He jumped up from his sitting position, “He is my mother for crying out loud.”

“He is your mother and a very sexy horny woman. Are you going to kill me or any other man if she wants to fuck again?” I challenged him directly looking into his eyes, “Listen this is for you and her own good. If you become her lover, she would not chase after other guys.” I paused for a moment and continued, ” First time would be the toughest one. After that you two will remain together as lovers as long as you both wish.”

“What if she says no,” He asked almost inaudibly, “then our relationship would be ruined forever.”

“I think I would be able to convince her.” I told him, “I may have to join you two for your first time. Would you mind that?”

“It would be up to her; whatever she says is okay with me.” Uttam replied nervously.

Convincing Sheeta was whole lot easier. She agreed immediately when I gave her two options. Number one she would have to give up sex or number two Uttam may end up in jail for killing her future lover. But she was very nervous and almost beg me to be present for the first time. My cock became semi hard thinking of my first menege trois.

As the evening approached the temperature dropped. My pain reappeared. I took my medicines forgetting that it would put me to sleep.

After dinner and I asked both of them to join me in my room. Even though I was playing the most unimaginable match maker, I was very nervous inside. Also I should not have taken the sedative, I thought as my eye lids were getting heavier.

They came and sat either sides of my bed. They both were understandably nervous. I sat up and kissed Sheeta on her lips as a wide eyed Uttam looked on. I slowly took her blouse and bra off exposing her large breasts. Her breasts were slightly sagged but very fleshy and heavy. Perfect for fondling and caressing. Her dark nipples stood up invitingly against her light complexion. I placed my hands at bottom of her breasts and lifted one of them to my mouth. I began sucking her already hard nipples.

I looked at Uttam. He was very unsure about what to do. So I extended my hand and grabbed one of his. I placed it over his mother’s breasts. He very gingerly began fondling them. I left Sheeta’s breasts to Uttam and proceeded downwards. I took remaining of her cloths off. I lowered my face on her pussy. It was soaking wet. It was beautiful and puffy. The smell was intoxicating. She had her pussy nicely trimmed. Her fat pussy lips were swollen and glowing with heat of passion. As I began eating her pussy, I thought again I should not have taken the sedative along with my pain killer earlier. My eyes were getting heavier and my breathing was getting slower. Last thing I remembered before falling into sleep that she pushed up her pussy into my face and drowned me with her cums.

I woke up hearing voices. I fluttered my heavy eye lids few times. It was still very early dawn, the gray area; the mixture of light and darkness. The morning light had begun to exert itself. I followed the voices and noticed two bodies entangled together on the bed next to me; a man and a woman deeply in love, making love together.

“Oh, it feels so good, you are so big baby, you completely filled up my pussy.” I heard Sheeta’s voice.

“Your pussy is so tight Ma. I love you so much.” Uttam growled, “I don’t want you to fuck anybody anymore, not even Ratan.”

That is gratitude for you I thought when I heard him mentioning my name. I brought them together, now selfishly he wanted to keep that pussy all to himself,

“I don’t want anyone baby. You are only man in my life from today.” Sheeta cooed, “Now fuck Mummy real good baby, fuck her hard and make her cum again.”

Uttam began pounding his mother’s pussy. She began matching his downward thrusts by upward push of her own. The sloshing sound of fucking and their moans and groans filled up the room completely. The two lovers completely dissolved into each other. She let everyone within ear shot know as she yelled to several orgasm. But Uttam proved his long stamina as he continued fucking his mother. Finally after what seemed like forever he growled to his climax.

Hugging each other they fell into sleep totally ignoring my presence in the room a few feet away. I also wanted to fuck her bad but did not gather enough courage to join them recalling what Uttam had told his mother.

It became clear after breakfast that my welcome had worn off. Sheeta stayed out of sight. What seemed like a promising menege trois turned into a three was a crowd situation. Understandably, I was the odd man out.

I decided to take my leave. Uttam came to rail station with me to say goodbye.

“Mother and I, we’ll always remain grateful to you.” He shook my hand as he bid farewell, “I’ll see you in the dorm soon.”There was one more day of holiday remained. I decided to return home. I came to an almost empty house and was horny as hell. Our part time maid opened the door and I asked her where were everybody. I gathered from what she babbled out was my father was out fishing, my sister was visiting one of our aunts and mother was taking a nap. The maid also said she was late so she’d leave right then.

I peeped inside and saw my mother napping. Like I said before, she was always a little careless about her body. She was sleeping with only a flimsy blouse and a petticoat. Her blanket was pushed aside and most of her breasts were visible. It was clear she was not wearing a bra. Few buttons of her blouse was holding her mountainous boobs contained. Her petticoat was bunched up exposing most of her fleshy thighs.

I went back to my room and changed. I was so horny my cock sprung to life even with a slightest little touch. I remembered Uttam and Sheeta. They were probably fucking each other silly at that moment. In a perverse way I became very very jealous. For the first time in my life I wanted to fuck my own mother.

I went to her room naked and looked at her. I sat at the edge of the bed and began enjoying the show as her boobs were slowly heaving up and down with her breathing.

I placed my hand on her chest and unbuttoned her blouse. Her large boobs, free from containment jiggled seductively. The aureoles were large and dark and in the middle two delicious looking nipples were adorning her mountainous flesh as two peaks. I lowered my mouth and laid claim on those tits that nourished me almost 20 years ago. Now I needed different kind of nourishment as I began sucking her nipples. It became very hard and stood out almost one quarter of inch.

She squirmed a little bit and I heard her mumble, “Oh, Pradip it feels so good.”

Pradip was my father’s name. I laughed silently as she was thinking me as her husband. I lowered my mouth on her navel and kissed her belly button. So close to her pussy I could almost smell her sex. Only thing was between me and her most secret place was her petticoat as she was not wearing any panties. It took me less than a second to untie the knot that was holding up her petticoat.

My girl friend Sheila’s pusy was hairless and Sheeta’s pussy was nicely trimmed exposing her fat vulva. But mother’s pussy was fully covered with her pubic hair. But it was smell of her pussy that attracted me like a moth to fire. I had no problem spreading her pussy lips. The pink interior of her pussy was soaking wet and glowing. It looked extremely delicious. I stuck my tongue into her hole and began lapping her sensitive flesh. I ran my tongue upward and found her large clit. I was pleasantly surprised to find her clit so huge. Sheila’s clit was very small, almost the size of a pea. Sheeta’s was slightly larger. Mother’s clit was almost the size of a marble, smooth and very sensitive.

I began sucking her rock hard nub. She squirmed and I heard her moaned, “Oh Pradip! What are you doing to me. You have never done this before.”

I inserted two of my fingers into her dripping hole and began finger fucking her. Suddenly her body became rigid and tensed.

“Who are you? You are not my husband?” Her voice was mixture of shock, nervousness and confusion.

I lifted my face from her pussy and simply said, “Hi Ma!”

“Oh my god, oh my god.” She cried out, “Have you gone mad Ratan? Get away…get away from me…. you pervert…de..de….degenerate……I am…I am your mother.”

She pushed me away with her legs very hard and ran towards the bathroom. I went after her and was able to stop her from closing the door at the last minute. I opened the door and stepped inside. She was standing against the wall completely naked. She crossed her legs and put her hands across her large bosom in a futile attempt to cover her nudity.

“Please Ratan….son, you are not thinking with your head now.” She pleaded, “Please go away.”

“That’s right Ma, I am thinking with this.” I quickly grabbed my rock hard shaft, “And you will love it too.”

I tried to hold her still and to kiss her.

“Don’t do this. Please stop……” She begged, “It is a sin, we both will burn and rot in hell.”

“I want to go to heaven once, before I go to hell.” I replied.

She was shaking her head one side to another constantly mumbling, “It is so wrong…please let me go.” I was not able to push my tongue inside her mouth. But my penis touched her pussy. Fine, I’ll fuck her standing up, I thought as I tried pushing my penis into her pussy. My cock head went into her pussy but that was it. It would not go any further because the way we were standing and she would not open up. Like tango it always takes two to fuck I thought.

Even though I was so very horny two things crossed my mind. Number one if I pushed my cock harder into her pussy I might hurt her and secondly it would amount to rape. I did not want to do either. After all she was my mother. I stepped away from her.

“I am sorry Ma. Somehow I was thinking you wanted it too.” I told her, “I guess I was wrong.”

I began walking towards the door.

“What happened to your head?” She asked me from behind. Tone of her voice had changed completely. She did not sound panicky or distressed at all.

“I’ll tell you later. Right now, I have to take care of this.” I told her as I took my cock in my hand and began stroking it for her to see. I continued walking towards the door again.

“You can’t go now.” I heard her when I reached the door.

“What did you say?” I stopped and asked very softly.

“You think you can just walk away after what you have just done?” For the first time she spoke confidently looking directly into my eyes.

“I did not do anything.” I replied a little confused.

“If you did not do anything than why we are standing here butt naked?” I sensed she was beginning to exert her control over the situation.

“I said I was sorry.” I reminded her.

“You are sorry? And you think that will make everything right?” She asked sarcastically, “This has changed everything, our lives and our relationship forever.”

“I know it is wrong. I was very horny. Earlier I saw my friend and his mother were fu…I mean doing it.” I put up more excuses not sure what she wanted me to do, “You looked so beautiful and sexy and I lost my head.”

“All the excuses can not undo what has happened in this room today.”

By saying that she began walking towards where I was standing. Her boobs began to jiggle voluptuously. Her hairy triangle looked very sexy and inviting. She could have easily grabbed a towel from the towel rack but she did not make any attempt to cover herself up. She is beautiful and sexy I taught to myself. My penis had lost some of its hardness, but it became rock hard instantly when I saw this naked lady walking towards me. I stood there motionless unable to figure out what to do. She came close to me and without any warning she slapped my face very hard with all she got.

I was very surprised and shocked to say the least. Her violent strike almost knocked me off. One side of my cheek turned red and I could feel the stingy burning sensation spreading all over my face. People are hitting me all over I thought for my sexual discretion. Two days ago it was Uttam and now it was my mother.

“Damn Ma, It hurts!” I cried out loudly, “Okay, I guess I deserved it.” I tried to joke, in an attempt to make the situation lighter and still kept looking at her naked body.

“Now, I have forgiven you.” She said stepping even closer to me, “Let me see it.”

She put her hands over my face. Her soft hand felt very good over my burning cheek. She pulled my face closer and planted a deep kiss. It was not a mother comforting her son type kiss. It was like Sheeta was kissing her son. She was so close her breasts were touching my chest, my penis was touching her pubic forest again.

“Now I want you to fuck me.” She said in a commanding voice. I was surprised and pleasantly shocked. Mother or not, who could figure out a woman?

“Are you sure?” Stunned at this development I asked stupidly.

“If you don’t want, it is fine with me.” She broke our kiss and began walking towards the bed.

“No, no! Are you kidding? I want it. You know it.” I replied and caught up with her quickly.

She laid herself down on the bed. All her inhibitions were gone and she spread her legs wide open wantonly for me. Without wasting a second my cock impaled her soaking and willing pussy immediately as if she was going to change her mind.

I looked at her beautiful face which was full of expressions of love and satisfaction. It was mind boggling even to think 30 minutes ago I would be in this situation fucking my own mother. My mind filled up with love and affection for my new lover. I wanted to love her like Uttam loved his mother.

“You are so beautiful and sexy Ma, I love you very much.” I let her know my feelings.

“I am glad you find your old mother so attractive.” She mewed.

“You are not old,” I told her, “You are sexier than most women I know. Your pussy is tighter than many young girl.”

“That is because my pussy has not been used for a long time.” She whispered in my ear, “Your father has not touched me for a long time.”

Suddenly all the reasons for my parents fighting and bickering came clear.

“You don’t have to worry about it anymore, Ma.” I assured her.

“You are so big, you completely filled up my pussy.” I heard her say exactly the way Sheeta told her son.

I wanted to make our first coupling a memorable one.

“Would you like to be on top?” I asked her, thinking how much my girlfriend Sheila loved to be on top.

“Whatever you want baby.” She moaned as my cock kept pounding her pussy.

“Okay, hold me tight.” I told her to get ready.

Sheila loved it because it stretched her pussy every direction and triggered her to cum instantly. It was very easy to do with her as she was only about 45 to 46 kilos. My mother was lot heavier than her, must be at least 60 kilos. I rocked couple of times sideways and pulled her over me with one swift motion.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She screamed out loudly. Later I found out that ‘Oh my god!’ was her usual pre orgasmic cry. Her extra weight and slippery flesh exerted extra pressure on my cock. Her fleshy pussy gripped my cock tightly and extended it to every directions with our rolling motion. The feeling was absolutely incredible. I often wished Sheila had little bit more flesh on her. Mother’s matured pussy and large fleshy ass validated my point.

“Oh my god, oh my god! I am cumming…..” She screamed louder as her whole body shuddered on top of me. I felt her pussy muscles became porous around my cock and showered it with her hot, sticky cum from all directions. Her juice began flowing out of her pussy and soaked our pubic hairs.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Give me a second.” She mumbled as she tried to collect her breathing.

Actually she took almost two minutes. Then she planted a big wet kiss in my mouth and said, “My pussy has never been stretched like this ever before. Where did you learn to do that?”

“In college.” I joked as I pushed my penis up into her dripping pussy. I was about to cum.

“Hold on, Ma will give my baby the ride of his life.”

She began riding my shaft up and down. I could tell she had done this position before.

“Oh it feels so wonderful.” She cooed, “How I missed a hard cock in my pussy. I feel like a complete woman again, thanks to my baby boy.”

She increased her motion up and down along my slippery shaft. She almost raise her pussy up to the tip of cock and then engulfed it again with one swift motion. I placed my hands under each of her ass cheeks and helped her to remain steady with her upward motions.

My body tensed up and I growled to let her know about my impending orgasm.

“Yes baby, you can cum inside my pussy.” She encouraged me and started her own chant, “Oh my god, oh my god! Fill my pussy with your hot cum.” She leaned forward and buried my face into her massive breasts.

I exploded inside her with volleys after volleys of my cum shots as she kept yelling, “Oh my god!”. We culminated our first coupling beautifully with simultaneous orgasm.

My Mother

It was just another ordinary Saturday morning in Sen household. Saturday being maid’s day off, Anjana Sen, prepared breakfast for her husband and 18 year old son. And as usual her husband had his face buried behind the morning newspaper and was just nibbling away at his breakfast with a fork. On the contrary her ever voracious son Dipak had already finished his eggs, bread and potatoes and looked up towards his mother. She was familiar with that look and gently removed the plate from her husband and pushed it towards Dipak.

“Are you going to office today?” She asked her husband already knowing the answer.

Anjana’s husband Goutam Sen was a famous architect in the city and owned his own business firm. He was a workaholic and always had placed his work before everything else including his family.

“Yes, I have a meeting today with a client.” He replied mechanically and lifted his face behind from the newspaper for the first time.

The striking age difference between them became quite apparent. Their marriage was arranged by their families like most marriages in this part of India and it was not very unusual this kind of age difference between husband and wife. However, age had definitely taken its toll on him. Goutam’s thick eyeglasses made his eyes look larger than their actual size. His eyes made him look like the huge-eyed crazy scientist from a comic book. His thinning gray hair had expanded his forehead deeper into his head. He definitely looked older than his actual age of fifty two. Several health issues made his life even more complicated. As his health was deteriorating, more and more he was shielding himself behind his work.

On the other hand his wife Anjana at 38 years of age looked lot younger than her actual age. The years had been very kind to her. Of course her very active life style and dieting had something to do with it. Also having only one child must have contributed towards her youthful look and still very attractive figure.

People often confused them as brother and sister, sometime even as father and daughter in public. They practically stopped going out together unless it was a social event.

Anjana, Anju as she was known to her friends, herself had a very successful career. She was married when she was only 19 years old to a much older but a successful man. She gave birth to her only son within a year. Since her husband was not crazy about any more kids, she had her tubes tied and went back to college to finish her business diploma. Upon graduation she joined a commercial bank as a loan officer. Through hard work and determination she had become the vice president of the loan department. She was the first and only woman ever to hold such a high position in the male dominated world of her bank.

Behind her apparent tranquil and successful family and professional life there was a big void and it was growing with every passing day. Her sex life was all but non-existent. She could not remember when the last time her husband made love to her. The desire for sex was becoming so powerful that it had been consuming most of her idle time lately.

She often contemplated of having extra-marital affair. But she found out it was whole lot easier said than done in this very conservative society. Moreover, her good looks, very independent nature, a successful career and an apparent happy married life made her very intimidating to opposite sex. Prospective suitor, if there was any, so far remained anonymous.

She resorted to watching adult movies and reading stories on Internet sex sites. She often let her fantasies run wild and ended up in doing frequent masturbation. Even a slight touch of her own would turn her nipples hard and her starving fuck hole would get wet and leak fluids every time her fingers touched her down there.

“Don’t forget to take your medicines.” She reminded her husband while he was getting ready for his office. Her tone indicated the current state of their relationship. There was no love or concern in her voice. She just mentioned it like a nurse to a patient. They had been growing apart over last few years even though they still shared the same bed. Soon Goutam left.

“Ma, I am going to Amit’s house.” Her son Dipak informed her. Amit was his best friend.

“Okay honey, but don’t be late for lunch.” She yelled behind a departing Dipak.

Now she became all alone in their big house. She went to her kitchen and took out some chicken to defrost. Then through the window she saw their gardener. He was contracted to come once a week.

Sun was shining brightly and it was getting very hot outside. The gardener had taken his shirt off. Beads of perspiration were running down his chiseled body. He could not be more than 30 years old, Anjana thought. A wicked idea came over her as she remembered D. H. Lawrence’s novel.

She went back to her room and stood in front the mirror. She lowered her saree a lot below her navel exposing lots of her silky smooth skin. Any lower than that her pubic hair would show. Her flat taut stomach was exuding health and sex appeal. Then she took her bra off. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled and danced seductively. She put on a very short and almost see through blouse. Her large dark nipples made noticeable dents through the filmy material of her blouse. Up swells of her heavy boobs were bulging out of their tiny confinement.

She had seduced men in her fantasies but never in real life. She felt a tingle between her legs. Her pussy had already begun to throb and started getting wet.

She came back to kitchen again and made some lemonade for the gardener. Actually she was taking time arguing within herself about her unfamiliar role of being a seductress. Finally the urge for mating was so overwhelming it took total control of her. She stepped outside with a glass of lemonade in her hand. The warm touch of sun felt wonderful on her skin and gave her some encouragement. She could not help but laughing thinking herself as Lady Chatterley.

She arrived at the spot where she saw the gardener last but he was not there. She called by his name couple times without getting any response. He was gone.

“I can’t win even for trying.” She sighed to herself.

**

Amit and Dipak had been childhood friends. They grew up together almost like two brothers. They went to same school and had also enrolled in the same college. Their college was closed for summer vacation. Without any exams forthcoming they had unlimited time in their hands. And like all 18 years old hormone driven young men, most of their time was consumed in thinking about sex and some occasional sporting events.

That morning Amit invited his friend over to show him the very hot porno DVD, filmed in an European country.

“In my hand I have the most fucktastic DVD that guarantees to give you constant hard on and unlimited jerk off.” Holding the DVD in his hand, he excitedly announced.

“Just put the damn thing in.” An impatient Dipak rushed his friend.

“Okay, okay. Just hold on to your dick.” Amit replied as he put the DVD in the player.

Amit had seen this already. The porno was comprised of several fuck scenes of straight sex, lesbian sex, group sex and ended with a threesome between two guys and a woman.

“The last scene is the hottest.” Amit told Dipak, “We can just fast forward to it.”

“Just shut the fuck up.” Dipak stopped him as he wanted to see it all. Amit did not like his friend’s rudeness. But he was quiet used to get treated like this by Dipak. It was obvious in their relationship Dipak was the dominating one.

When the last scene came on the screen Amit got very excited. It was a scene between two young studs and a slightly older but very sexy woman.

“You know who she reminds me off?” An excited Amit asked his friend.

“Who?”

“I am not going to tell you. You will get mad at me.” Amit tried to retreat.

“No, I won’t.” Diapk assured him.

“She looks a lot like aunt Anju.”

“My mother?” A shocked Dipak asked in disbelief, “No, she does not. Listen you pervert, keep mothers, mine, yours or for that matter any mothers out of your wild fantasies.”

“What’s the big deal, ” Amit tried to defend himself, “all women are somebody’s mother or sister.”

“Then I don’t care about others, just keep my mother out of your sick mind, sicko.” He emphatically told his friend. For the second time that morning Amit got really offended by his friend.

Amit was right about the DVD Dipak thought. He never witnessed anything like this before. His eyes were glued to the screen as the actors were performing nastiest and kinkiest sex acts.

The woman took both cocks in her mouth at the same time. Her face became contorted and deformed for her effort, but she kept on sucking both. Then one guy came behind her and began licking her ass hole. “Whew, how gross!” Dipak thought but could not tear his eyes away. Finally they double penetrated her, one guy in her pussy and the other one in her ass.

“I want to borrow it to upload in my computer.” He told Amit once the movie was over.

“No. You always want things from me and never give me anything in return.” Dipak was surprised at Amit’s uncharacteristic adamant reply.

“Okay, okay what do you want?” He asked impatiently.

Amit hesitated for a moment, then said, “I want two of aunt Anju’s used panties in return.”

Dipak could not believe what he just heard.

“Are you for real man? What has got into you today or you are just playing games with me? Why are you getting my mother into your sexual fantasy? You must be kidding, right? ” He threw a barrage of questions at him.

“No, I am not kidding.” Was Amit’s reply, “I want her panties, dirty panties.”

“Why her? Why don’t you take aunt Shova’s panties?” Shova was Amit’s mother.

“I already have few of her panties.” Amit surprised his friend by bringing a box out from underneath his bed. Dipak saw five or six panties inside the box. Grinning at Dipak he said, “I am not going to fuck her or anything, I just love the feeling of soft silky material around my dick when I jerk off.”

Dipak thought he knew his best friend well. But this side of his friend’s character came to him as a total surprise and an utmost shock.

“You know you are one sick, sick puppy.” He told Amit, “You need to see a doctor or counselor. I don’t want your DVD. Fuck your mother’s panties as much as you want, but if you ever mention my mother sexually I’ll kill you.” By saying that he stormed out of the room.

As he was approaching his house, Dipak was already having second thought. He must have that DVD he thought. It would be a constant source for his regular masturbation. He turned back swallowing his pride. Neither of them could have imagined then this DVD would have such profund effects on their lives. It would forever change every thing, specially their sex lives.

Amit was very happy that for once he came on top of his friend. He let him borrow the DVD when Dipak promised he would get two of his mother’s panties. Amit again reminded him that he would like the used and dirty panties.

“I hope I don’t get his disease.” Dipak thought to himself.

***

“Are you hungry?” Anjana asked when Dipak arrived home.

“What kind of question is that?” He mockingly replied, “You know I’m always hungry.”

“Okay smarty pant,” She said, “can you survive 30 minute? I’ll take a quick shower, then we can eat together.”

“Take your time Ma. I’ll do some work in computer.” He assured his mother.

He put the DVD in his computer and began uploading the movie. Then he went looking for his mother’s panties. He saw the basket where they dumped their used cloths for the maid to do laundry. He found two of her used panties. He never touched his mother’s underwear ever before let alone any used one. He picked up both of them and quickly returned to his room.

Unbeknownst to him, one of the panties she had on when she was going after the gardener. It was still soaked with her pussy juice. It became crystal clear to him why Amit insisted upon used panties. He brought the panties to his nose and for the first time in his life he smelled the intoxicating scent of woman’s sex. An unknown sensation vibrated throughout his body. He transformed into a different person instantly. He knew his mother was beautiful but he never had any sexual inclination towards her whatsoever. He thought the panties could add a little fuel towards his masturbation and what harm that could do.

He decided to keep the panties for himself. He found a box and just like Amit and stashed the panties under his bed.

At that time the phone in his mother’s room started ringing. Thinking his mother was still in the shower, he went to answer it. By the time he reached her bedroom door, she was already out and talking in the phone with her back towards the door. She had wrapped herself up in a big white towel very loosely as she did not have time to tie it over her chest. So far there was nothing unusual about it. He had seen his mother wrapped in towel in many occasions before. Then something unexpected happened.

Her towel slipped and dropped in a heap around her feet. His eyes bulged out and could not believe he was looking at the backside of his completely naked mother. Then it became even more erotic. Unbeknownst to her that Dipak was watching from about ten feet away, she bent over to pick her towel up. Her ass cheeks splayed open and her fat pussy lips came to view.

Since she had been touching herself with increase frequencies, she kept her pubic hair nicely trimmed and partly shaved. She loved the feeling when her fingers touched her naked and shaved labia. A lot of time she wanted to shave it all off, but never got around to do it. A triangular shaped trimmed bush all she had on top her pussy.

He gasped looking at his first ever live pussy and tiny puckered ass hole. It could not have been more than thirty second that her naked glory was on display for him but it felt like a life time. She picked up the towel and wrapped her up again and continued talking on the phone without knowing the show she had just put up for her own son.

Today had been very special day for him but nothing could top the last incident. He had watched the most kinkiest porno and seen his first anal sex action. Also found out his best friend’s fetish about women’s used panties. He himself had touched his mother panties and smelled her most intimate scent. Now he had witnessed his mother’s pussy and anus. For the first time in his life he started thinking his mother as a sex object.

“What’s wrong honey?” A very concerned Anjana asked as Dipak had never been shy on dining table , “You are not eating. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m not hungry.” He replied rather meekly as he was yet to come out the spell that his mother’s pussy had put him under.

“You look little flushed too. Go lie down and you will feel better.” She showed her genuine motherly concern.

Once in the privacy of his room, he quickly wrapped his mother’s panties around his penis. The soft silky touch around his shaft felt wonderful. This new sensation sent waves of exiting vibrations all over his body. His cock swelled up to the biggest hard on he ever had.

In her room, Anjana submerged herself into her favorite fantasy. In a deserted island she was the queen. There were two young hunks vying for her affection. She crooked her finger and asked both of them to her hut. As she was getting deeper into her fantasy, she put couple of fingers in her mouth imitating cock sucking and two other fingers in her dripping and sodden vagina. In real life she had never performed oral sex on her husband and he had never eaten her pussy. But in her fantasy she always dreamed about sucking cocks and getting her pussy eaten.

Without knowing, mother and son came to orgasms almost simultaneously in their respective rooms. Her fingers were soaked with her thick sticky cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and began licking her own nectar. She had recently grown a liking for her own cum. She often wondered if she would rather look for a woman as sex partner rather than a man.

And yes, true to his word, Dipak gave Amit two panties but they were not his mother’s. He bought two panties from a store ignoring the strange look from the sales person. Then he wore them himself for a while. Finally he very lightly soiled them with syrup and vinegar. Amit was ecstatic when he got those panties.

He lewdly smelled the panties and said, “I knew it, all pussies smell different.”

Dipak just laughed silently.

“My mother did not raise any stupid.” A gloating Amit thought to himself.

Dipak began spying on his mother earnestly. But Saturday was really the only day he and his mother could be alone. On Sundays his father and the house maid were always around. On weekdays she spent most of the time at work. His father was already back home when his mother returned from office. He patiently awaited for next Saturday to roll around.

He chalked out a plan to see his mother naked again when Saturday finally arrived.

The day went along normally. Amit called once to inquire if he would go to a football game later that afternoon. He told Amit he would call him back.

Before lunch Anjana went to take a shower like last Saturday. When he heard the sound of water stopped in the bathroom, Dipak took his cell phone and hid himself behind the thick curtain of his parents bedroom. Then he dialed his mother’s phone number.

Anjana came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and picked up the phone. He was hoping her towel would slip down again but to his dismay nothing happened.

She angrily slammed the receiver down when she failed to get a response. At that very moment Amit called Dipak wanting to know if he was going to the game. His very distinctive ring tone gave him away. Before he could shut down his cell phone, he felt the piercing glance of his mother’s eyes on him. He got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I would like to know why are you hiding behind my curtain and making calls to me just to hang up.” Now sitting on the edge of bed, she demanded very angrily from a very nervous Dipak, “I want the truth only and nothing else will do. I may consider forgiving you, if you tell me the truth. Otherwise I’ll ask your Baba to find out. So young man, it is your choice, you can tell me now or you can tell your Baba later.”

Knowing the almost non-existing relationship between father and son, she knew it was cruel. But she was determined to find out what he was up to.

Dipak became doubly nervous thinking of his father scolding him with those piercing eyes. He cleared his throat several time before answering, “I thought I’d get a better reception by the window.” He desperately threw out a lie to get out of the biggest predicament of his life.

“You think I’m stupid?” Anjana screamed at him, “Okay, I am calling your father and may be ask him to come over. You can tell him why you were spying on me.”

“No Ma,” He begged, “please don’t call him.”

“Well, it’s up to you now.” She very coldly but strongly reiterated her position by tapping her toes on the floor.

“I don’t know how to tell you,” Dipak began in a trembling voice, “please don’t hate me.”

“I have told you already I won’t if you tell me the truth.” She told him and waited for him to continue.

“Ma, last week,” He cleared his throat again, “I saw you….saw you…nak… naked when your towel dropped when you were talking on the phone. ” He stopped to gauge her reaction and a silence fell in the room.

“So you wanted to see me naked again, hoping that my towel would drop again.” She broke the long silence.

“Yes, I am very sorry. I know it is very wrong,” He responded with his eyes looking down to the floor, avoiding any eye contact with her, “Please forgive me and please don’t tell Baba. If you don’t want me around I’ll leave and move out to college hostel.”

“It’s not that simple son,” She responded, “our relationship has forever changed. No, I’m not mad at you anymore because you told the truth. I am just very confused.”

To say that she was confused was an understatement. Only one man in the whole world she should not have sexual relationship with was her own son. She found it very ironic that the same forbidden man had shown interest in her body. Now she was sitting with him half naked, clad only in a towel, and the confused and nervous kid was awaiting to hear his punishment. Her mind was racing in every directions with all kind of contradictions but her body was warming up for one sole purpose.

She crossed her legs and felt her pussy lips squeezed her clit. She could not believe her vagina began to throb and fluids began to overflow her swollen vulva. Her maternal instinct was slowly being overtaken by her physical desire. She was no longer the loving mother. She had transformed into a wanton woman with full of lust. Her lust for physical gratification expelled any fear of morality and taboo sin from her mind.

“Did you like what you saw?” She asked a very confused young man in a not so motherly way.

“Huh….what?” was his confused reply.

“I said if you did like what you saw.” She repeated.

“Oh yes, absolutely!” He blurted out, encouraged by the sudden change in her tone.

“What did you like?” She asked the confused young man again.

“You are very beautiful and very…..very…..” He stopped not knowing if he should utter the word in front of his mother.

“Very what?” She insisted.

“Very very sexy.” He finished his sentence blushing badly.

“You are not going to spy on me anymore, right?” She asked.

“No, no….never again.” He quickly replied.

“Why you don’t find me sexy anymore?” She was enjoying teasing her boy.

He was really getting confused at her double talk and was at a loss to reply.

“Okay this is the deal,” She told her son, “I’ll reward you for being forthcoming with me. I’ll show you my body and you have to promise me you will never spy on me again and you’ll not talk about it with anybody.”

His eyes popped wide and his jaws dropped. He could not believe what he just heard.

“Is it a deal or what?” An impatient Anjana asked her son.

“Oh yes, yes, yes! Anything you say.” He was just able to mumble.

“Oh, one more thing,” She continued, “fact remains that I’m still your mother. So we have to adhere to one simple rule, no touching just looking.”

He nodded his head up and down and eagerly looked at her hand which moved to her chest where the knot holding her towel was. With one swift motion she untied her towel and threw it to the floor.

Dipak’s eyes glued to her breasts. They were large, stood firmly defying gravity and completely filled up her chest. The dark brown areolas was almost inch and a half in diameter, looked very enticing against her fair skin. Her nipples had already became very hard and stood erect almost quarter of inch over her areolas.

He wanted to lick those nipples very badly but remembered the rule, no touching just looking. But he was getting more comfortable and little bit daring as he had escaped any kind of severe punishment. He looked at her naked mother intently for a glimpse off her pussy. He could not see anything as she was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

“Have you seen enough?” She teased.

“Ma, I can not see, you know…..” He did not mention the word pussy but insinuate it by looking down between her crossed legs.

A chill ran throw her spine and tickled her pussy. He wanted to see the most intimate part of her body.

“I don’t think that will be such a good idea.” She softly replied without much conviction.

“But you yourself said, no touching just looking.’ A desperate Dipak took one last shot, “I think looking at your ……I mean showing me your……should be part of that deal.”

“Okay, a deal is a deal.” She replied as if she was doing it very reluctantly.

She lay herself down and opened her legs. For the fist time he was able to look at her complete naked body. His wide eyes focused exclusively on her pussy. Her outer pussy lips were fat and swollen red. Slightly darker inner lips were peeking out from her folds. Her pussy juice was slowly oozing out of her hole making it glistened.

He wanted to see her pussy from another angle like last Saturday and begged his mother, “Ma can you turn over, please!”

Anjana was so excited that she was beyond any kind of control. She just turned over as he asked. Dipak was mesmerized looking at her inverted pussy. Few lines of juices began streaking downwards along her thighs. Her ass globes were tight and very rounded. Her puckered ass hole was dark brown and crinkled. He thought for a second that her puckered hole was winking at him.

His cock was throbbing within the confinement of his shorts and was about to explode. He quickly got up and ran out of the room towards his bathroom. His inexperience failed him to recognize his mother’s vulnerability and that her starving pussy was on fire and was ready for taking.

With a big sigh she inserted two of her fingers in her dripping hole and began masturbating.

“How would his penis feel inside my pussy?” A very horny Anjana thought to herself.

*****

The week passed without any incident. Only thing Dipak was thinking if she would let him see her naked again. Within a week he had transformed into a totally new person. Whenever he closed his eyes he could see no other woman but his mother. He kept on masturbating in her used panties thinking about her naked pussy and her voluptuous boobs.

On her part Anjana enjoyed teasing her son immensely. Exposing herself in front of an admiring man was very erotic. It was the most exciting thing she had done in a long time. It fueled her masturbation session for the entire week. Occasionally questions of morality or taboo sin tried to dampen her enthusiasm. But her strong libido quickly drowned them in the abyss of her mind. She was ready to rid of her lifetime sexual frustration.

Saturday morning after her husband left, Anjana sat in the inside verandah pretending to read the newspaper. She was wearing only a silk robe and nothing inside. She had tied the robe very loosely showing her deep cleavage. Her nipples were already hard pressing against soft fabrics of her robe, making their presence known. She was rubbing her clit by squeezing her vulva with her legs. Interior of her pussy became moist and slippery in no time.

She was ready to begin the tease game. She laughed when she saw Dipak moved around her few times.

“Are you spying on me?” She asked him next time he came around.

“No, I am not.” He blushed a little bit.

She decided to tease him further. She sked, “Some of my panties are missing. Do you know anything about it?”

He blushed more and his face turned red but he did not reply.

“I assume the answer is yes then.” Failing to get a response she surmised, “So tell me what you do with my panties? Remember, no lies.”

“I, I….” He fumbled badly and was unable to form a sentence.

“I know what you do with my panties, Dipak.” She smiled at him teasingly, “How many times do you masturbate a day, Dipak?”

“Two three times.” He almost whispered.

“Do you think about me when you masturbate?” She continued with her teasing.

“Yes!” He whispered again.

“You know that’s very naughty,” She winked at him, “I’m your mother not your wife or girl friend. But I am also very flattered that you find your old mother sexy.”

Dipak again did not know how to answer to his mother’s teasing and open flirting.

While teasing her son, Anjana felt her strong libido was taking over. Urge to do something more erotic was overwhelming her.

“Do you want to see me naked again, Dipak?” Anjana asked a stunned Dipak.

He almost choked before replying , “Oh, yes…. very much so!”

“Hold on there just a second mister, last time you saw me naked, today I want to see you naked. Don’t you think turnaround is fair play?” She smiled at him in a slutty way, “So come over in front of me like a good boy and take your cloths off.”

Dipak came over in front of his mother. Standing only couple feet away from her he took his tee shirt off. Anjana put her fingers inside his shorts and pulled it down. Last time she saw him naked was about a decade ago. A lot had changed over these years, namely the thing hanging between his well muscled legs.

“That thing,” She pointed towards his flaccid manhood, “does not it grow any bigger?”

Dipak was trying to overcome his shyness of being naked for the first time in front of a woman since he had grown up. His mother’s question gave him an opening he was looking for.

“It does,” He replied with a sheepish smile, “if it sees you naked. Then it will grow really big.”

Dipak was proud of his member. He knew he was bigger than most guys of his age.

His mother stood up and said, “Oh yeah! Why did not you say so?”

She dropped her robe and stepped out of it. Mother and son became naked in front of each other for the first time.

Waves of excitement ran through him by looking at her sexy naked body as his eyes dropped down to her luscious, bobbing breasts and kept moving further down her body. He gawked down at her neatly trimmed pussy glistening in the bright day light.

And just like magic his limp organ began to steer, appreciating something it had seen to its liking. It grew and grew and pointed upward in an angle.

“Wow!” She thought, “It’s a monster.”

Even though married for almost 19 years she had never witnessed her husband’s penis this close up. She had caught glimpses of it occasionally. Her husband, when he used to fuck her, long long time ago, used to do so in the dark. There was no foreplay or tender loving touches. Her husband was a very old fashioned person when it came to sex. Oral sex or foreplay were not in his vocabulory. He used to insert his penis in her vagina and the whole thing would be over in 2 to 3 minutes before she even had a chance to warm up.

She did not have to be a genius to figure out her son’s penis was much much bigger than his father’s. She admired the throbbing cock jutting out of his hairy groin.

“How big it is?” She asked with a gasp.

He became very happy and proud that his mother liked his fuck tool. He knew exactly how big it was but decided to tease her. Two could play this game he thought.

“Never measured it, ” He lied with a straight face, “is it too small?”

“On the contrary,” She replied, “you have a very good looking penis.”

“Stay right there,” He told her, “I have an idea.”

He retreated to his bedroom and came back with a ruler.

Every step he took, his penis jumped up and down. Her eyes gawked down at the dancing cock and she could not tear her gaze away from it. Slowly but surely his penis was having a hypnotizing effect on her.

“Why don’t you measure it.” Grinning ear to ear he handed her the ruler.

He was certainly gaining upper hand on the situation. He got his mother right where he wanted. He would like to see how she was going to measure without touching his cock. And once she touched his member the no touching rule would go out the window. A thrill of unimaginable anticipation shivered through him. Prospect of fucking his mother and losing his virginity began to look brighter and brighter by every passing second.

She remembered the no touch rule. “The rules are meant to be broken.” She thought to herself, specially when a menacing cock staring at you. She knelt down in front of him and placed one of her palms at the underside of her son’s throbbing cock. It started throbbing even more at her touch. She placed her other palm and covered his manhood entirely as if to make it steady.

“Measure it.” A very excited Dipak asked in a hoarse voce and with a very dry mouth.

“Almost eight inches,” She exclaimed, “and you are not done growing up yet.”

The heat emanating from that big cock sent waves of passion through her body. It looked beautiful and very powerful at the same time. Then she saw a bubble of clear liquid pre-cum spewed out of his tiny slit and soiled her palm.