6 comments/ 219355 views/ 25 favorites Amma & Me By: pretty_tamil_girl Let me introduce myself. I’m Shekar, 5’9” and 75 kg with an average body. I never gave much importance to my body as every guy does. I was in my last year of college when we struck upon the idea of me and my mom going to our native place together. We boarded the train from Chennai and reached the village in the evening. Every thing was fine till we reached our place. We had our own house to stay whenever we go there. It was bought by dad a few years ago. Ours was a very small house in a small village that it had more farms than shops in the locality. There were no relatives for us in that village that we had actually come to settle a dispute between our relatives regarding a farmhouse that was given to mom by her dad, that’s my grandfather. The house we were staying was actually very small with two floors. The house was so small that it had only one room when dad bought it and had it renovated by adding a floor above. The entire top floor had just a bedroom with a parapet wall and a cloth screen to seclude a place for bath and some area for kitchen. Even the screen cloth had gone to rags due to years of neglect, leaving behind virtually nothing to cover for the bath except the hip-high parapet wall. The ground floor was mostly left unused as the food grains were stored in it. The first floor was also a single room as I said with some area left for cooking. The same area doubled as bathroom. The house didn’t have a full-fledged toilet also. The large backyard with trees, grass and bushes was used as open toilet as it is used in the Indian villages. As we reached the house in the evening, we prepared our bed using an old foam bed that was almost eaten by rats. As the house was in the farm there was no house nearby. Only when we settled for sleep that night, mom noticed that her luggage was missing. She had lost it in the train as she had forgotten to take it in the rush to reach our place. All she had was the dirty sari she was wearing at that moment. As we were to stay there for just four three or four days, mom decided to settle with my dress while inside and to wear her only sari whenever we were out. So I set aside a couple of my pants and shirts, and also a spare towel for her to wear and use the next day. I had brought just one of my lungi’s for my use, which I was wearing. So she had to spend our stay with my pants on. I had a nice sleep that I didn’t know how long I slept. I was woken up by the sound of water splashing near me. I slowly opened my eyes for the new day, when I was shell-shocked by what I saw in that small kitchen-cum-bathroom. Mom was there sitting there behind the wall washing her sari. What is there to get shocked, you may ask. For, she was sitting there, buck naked, showing her shining skin of her smooth back to me. She wasn’t wearing a single piece of dress and was there sitting on the floor on her buttocks showing off the small crack of her ass to me. “DAMN!!” my face went white as I saw that scene… a mature woman, that too my own mom sitting stark naked before me!!! Her hair was opened up and was covering most of her back. Her skin was wheatish in colour as mine. Her smooth back shined like polished leather in the morning diffused light. Even as she moved her hands swiftly to brush her dress with soap, I could see her loose soft breasts moving and dancing to either sides of her body. The sound she made with her bangles tingle my senses. Within a second, my dick rose up vertically as if hoisting the flag of sensuality in me. I felt like cumming the next moment right on the bed. I could see her mangalsutra and the small golden chain she wore along her neck. More, I could also see three birthmarks on her body, one near her right hip, the second on her fleshy left ball of her buttocks, and the third one right next to the crack of her buttocks. I jerked myself inside the blanket at the scene of her naked body. Her 46-yr old body was really doing magic on me. I waited and feasted on her nudity for nearly ten minutes when she finished her wash and stood up wringing the clothes so as the dry them. Now she was providing the full view of her naked body from behind. By looking at her I could now say her size as 36-36-38. Her hip was large and supple with a small tyre of flesh stagnating around her hip. Her buttocks were full and round with the crack adding to her sensuality. Her thighs were large and fleshy narrowing to the legs as it would do like any other women in her forties. All that was left for me to see was her front, that is, the full view of her breasts and her cunt. I had always dreamed about how fluffy and used, the cunts of mature old women looked like. And it was just my occasion to know clearly, what my mom had in store for me. Just as I was thinking about it, mom provided me a real show for me to see and clarify. She turned around naked and showing me her large breasts, she bent down to dry her sari on the wall. Her breasts were so supple and large that they seemed like large ripe mangoes hanging from the trees, ready to be plucked and tasted. Her mangalsutra and chain neatly falling between her deep cleavage, I felt as if in heaven. Her belly was large and protruding with a deep navel hole in the centre. As she moved to her side, I could see her large triangular hairy twat. Her twat was really bushy with all those curly black hairs on it, which I’m sure have been there grown for almost right from the day she reached her puberty. I doubted if she ever shaved or trimmed her pubic hair on her cunt. I was there feasting on my mom, that I never knew she would see me watching her. The next moment, I heard her let out a soft scream “Heyyy shekar…” looking at me, and then scrambling to cover her naked body with the help of my pant and shirt she had beside her to wear after her bath. From her looks, I could say, she was as much petrified as me. It was me, who first came out of the trance. “God, mom… I’m sorry…” I said. She stayed calm still looking at me, without uttering a word. “Mom… I’m really sorry… I shouldn’t have seen. I’m really sorry.” I said again and again. Only after a few seconds she composed herself saying, “It’s Ok shekar… turn around, now let me dress myself.” Then she smiled a consoling smile at me indicating that everything was ok. Even as she put on my shirt and pants, she talked just as casually as she would every time, asking me when I woke up. When I said, I was awake for the past half hour she paused for a second, or it was that way I guessed from the sounds of her bangles as they stopped for a few seconds. “What is your hip size, shekar?” she asked me suddenly. “Why ma?” I returned the question to her again. “Oh... well… this pant is too tight for me and I’m struggling to put on the hooks.” She said. “Its 36 size mom. What’s your size?” I asked her. “Oh… its 38.” She said as she came over and sat beside me towelling her hair as she finished buttoning the shirt. “Damn!!... Even now, she pulled me off with the sight of her body. The shirt she was wearing was in such a way that I could clearly see the contours of her large hanging breasts and a large coin size brownish areola and the nipples pointing out of the fabric. The shirt was small to her body that it barely covered her hips. It ended covering the bottom of her stomach only. I was startled to see the pants hugging tightly to her thighs as she was wearing a fashionable tight pant. Above all I went to the extent of shrieking when I saw the zip of the pants open, to reveal the darkness of her cunt hair. “Mom…” I called her hesitantly, “Put on the zip in the pants!” I said to her. This made her startled to as she fumbled with her fingers to manage to put on the zip, as if she never new that a pant had zip in the front. I could see her feel uneasy, unable to move her legs with the tight fitting pants. “Mom… is very tight?” I asked her. “Yes…I had never worn a shirt or pants like a guy. Also this shirt is very flimsy and transparent that it shows everything inside. I feel very shy to wear it in front of you.” she said in a soft voice, but with a smile. “Don’t worry mom, it’s just me and you here. You can wear my baniyans and briefs if you want.” Saying so, I grabbed a pair of my vests and briefs and gave it to her. She kept it aside. “But wearing a pant and a shirt makes you more beautiful mom, as if you had gone much younger.” I said to make her feel at ease. “Is it?” she asked with a surprise. “Yes mom, shall I say what I think? You actually look much sexy in this dress…” I said. “Oh, Come on… Don’t tease me like this…” she said. “No mom, you are really sexy now. If you go out in Chennai like this, I’m sure you’d turn many young heads.” I coaxed her. “Hmm…really? Is it how you feel now… attracted to your mom? Be frank.” She smiled. “Well… yes... you really turned me on when I saw you today, when… when you took bath. I’m really afraid now.” I stammered. “Why? After all, I’m your own mom.” She asked. “But mom… even then, seeing my mom fully naked for the first time in my life makes my pulse go high…” “Hey come on shekar… I’m your mom. And, do you know that you had seen me naked many times when you were a child. You’d pester me always that I couldn’t even spare a moment away from you. I had to take bath and even go to toilet taking you with me…” she giggled as she said. “Oh mom, don’t say that I feel shy…” I said. “Don’t feel shy… I’m after all your mom. There is nothing wrong on seeing your mom naked. You used to see me naked till you studied 4th grade you know. That is something around 10 yrs…” she smiled at me saying that. “Its ok mom… it happened when I was a child. But now I’m a grown up. Now seeing women half-naked itself make me excited and feel like having sex with her. I never knew how to have sex. But when I see them, I really wanted to experience that feeling.” I confessed. “Its ok, shekar. It’s normal for the boys of your age to have such feelings.” She said, and then after a pause said, “That means, I’m sure you felt very much like grabbing me for sex when you saw me naked in the morning.” “Its not like that mom… how could I say you that” I hesitated. “You are my son, shekar… if you are not going to talk freely with me… then to who will be there to help you? Come on…” she encouraged me. I was silent for some time. She herself continued after that. “Ok… let’s make a deal here. I’m your mom and it’s my part that my son doesn’t miss out anything. So… shall I teach about how to have sex?” Now... that was a real bolt into my heart. I was stunned hearing that. “But you are my mom…” I still hesitated. “I’m your mom… but I’m also a woman, isn’t it? So I think it is safer to know it from you mom than any other girl.” She said. “How to learn from you…?” I asked her. “We can start right now. We can make use of the time in this village. But never say anything about this to anyone…” she commanded. “What you like in women that you think sexier?” she asked. “Her body…” I said. “What you like in her body? Do you like her breasts?” saying so, she slowly unbuttoned all the buttons in her shirt starting from the top. As she opened up her shirt, I could see her breasts now, much closer than I had seen in the morning. Her breasts were now very much nearer to my eyes and I felt as if grabbing them. Her mangalsutra was falling in the cleavage of her breasts. In an impulse, my hand moved up, but I stopped soft of touching them. “Go on… fell them with your hands. Don’t think me as your mom, but think as if I’m some whore. Then you’ll feel at ease. What you do here would never go out to anyone. Ok? So feel free.” She smiled at me. Then she herself grabbed my hands and placed them over her throbbing mounds of fleshy breasts. She started kneading those large balls of her tits with my fingers. “The more you knead a woman’s breast, the more she’ll get sexually excited.” She said. “Wait a minute… why don’t we remove our dress? It will be easier for us then.” Saying so, she ripped off the shirt from her shoulder and became buck naked above her hips. “Remove your baniyan and lungi too…” she said and then continued to strip the pants out of her hips and set it aside, showing me her fluffy bulged cunt covered with hair. I could see the marks that were made at her hips by the tightness of my small pants on her large hips. I felt as if I would faint seeing her naked body very close to me. That I was seeing her naked legally with her permission made me feel more hot, and I felt very shy as I removed my dress to reveal the long dick of mine that had become hard by now. Mom was sitting cross-legged before me showing off her mature nudity to me. She made me lie on her lap and asked me to lick her nipples and breasts with my tongue. When I couldn’t position my head easily to suck her breasts, she moved towards the walls of the room, leaning her back on it and stretching her legs in the front giving way for my head on her naked lap. I felt her lap fuming hot between the back of my neck. With one of my hands I was stroking my penis and with the other I was kneading her breasts. “Aaah… shekar…” my moaned aloud at one point. “Don’t stop… continue to lick, use your tongue, use your mouth…suck my breasts and nipples hard… suck them as much as you can…” she guided me even as I could her eyes rolling upwards, enjoying the sensation. Then she asked me to stop and laid herself on the bed facing upwards and then asked me to move and sit over her stomach. Her stomach was large with a belly and as I sat over her putting my legs on either of her sides, she grabbed my penis with her hands and started jerking it up and down. I pushed her mangalsutra to her side and then started playing with her breasts. In between I could see her hands move to her cunt and see her rubbing the edge of her clit with her fingers, letting out a moan every time. I played with her nipples and fleshy mounds and kneaded them hard enough that they turned red and hard in my hands. The round flesh of her breasts stuck out of her body promptly showing off her sensuality. As I kneaded continued she punctuated my actions with her ummmphhhhs and aaaaahhhs. Suddenly she put her hands behind my back pulling me over her with my chest smashing her breasts. She held my head with her hands and asking me to make an ‘O’ in my mouth, she inserted her tongue and then licked and played with mine kissing my lips hard. By this time I could feel my hard penis squeezed hot between our stomachs. I felt like melting inside my mother’s experienced hands as we held and kissed together. I took us minutes to come out after being entwined together. Then came the inevitable part, asking me to move aside she swayed her legs apart to show off her proud cunt. It was as if like a soft bun, but was covered by hairs. “Mom… don’t you shave your hairs here?” I asked her out of her curiosity. “Shave…” she asked me with a perplexed look. I understood that she had never done that on her cunt. I took a porn magazine and showed her a picture of a shave cunt saying, “Look at this… how smooth it is…” “I never did that…” she said like an innocent girl. “You should shave it and trim it mom, only then it will be hygienic…” I tutored her as if I’m an expert in that. I added saying, “I used to shave and trim once in a month.” Only then she looked at my pubic hair with awe to find that it was neatly trimmed. “Shall I shave it for you mom?” I asked her. I knew she would say yes. She nodded her head. So I took a razor and shaving cream, smearing it to bring later over her cunt. The coolness made her moan and squirm before me. She closed her eyed in shyness as I neatly shaved the whole bunch of her pubic hair on the cunt. I had shaved and trimmed mine but I never did that to a woman that I had to take extra care to shave her slowly. I held her cunt with my left fingers and stretched her cunt to either of her side to shave nicely. Every time I held on to her cunt, I could feel her legs squirming. As I finished, her cunt was smooth and soft. I made her feel it with her fingers and she opened up her eyes to see it with delight. But years of experience in sex had made her cunt very large and bloated. It made me look with fixed eyes. “What are you seeing without taking your eyes?” she asked me. “Yours is very large…” I said pointing to her cunt. “Yes.. it is because I’ve had a number of nice fucks in my life. Not even with your dad, but even before marriage.” She said with a wicked smile. “But for that matter don’t think that I’m a whore. I had it within my family. It was really nice. You are the only person I’m saying this. So don’t say it to anyone else. Ok? I actually had my first fuck with my dad, that’s your grandfather. To be frank, I was actually raped by my father one day, when I said I wouldn’t go to school. It was during my XI std. first it was paining, but later, I enjoyed it, when my mom was not at house. So I never said this to anyone else.” She revealed a far more secret of our family. “Now… let us not stop, speaking that. I’ll say everything in detail later. Now, fuck me hard like a whore. Let us see if this old mother can match this 20 year old son…” saying so, she grabbed me over her and then moving her legs aside she placed my dick into her cunt hole with her hands. Putting her legs over my thighs, she asked me push it in. “Yes, shekar…push it in… “ “Do it faster… as much as you can.” “Grab my tits and prick them… massage them… play with my nipples, pull them… beat them with your hands…” she was moaning and screaming aloud. I fucked her pushing my dick rhythmically into her cunt. I could feel the steaming hotness inside the walls of her cunt through my penis. It was soft and slippery inside her. I balls hit the base of her thighs with full force. “Aaaaaaawwww... maaaaaaaaaa…. fuck me faster... Do it faster… don’t stop it… go on…” she was shouting at me. “Mom… I’m going to come…” I said to her. “Yes… me too… don’t stop... come... fill my cunt with your cum…” she was screaming aloud. “Hmmm... yesssssssssss…aaaaaaaaaaahhhh” I moaned aloud as I burst my balls into her cunt. Loads and loads of my cum went into her cunt. At the very moment, my mom bucked her hips wildly gripping me tightly with her hands and moaned aloud. Slowly her body became calm and we could both feel our heart beating fast. My forty-six year old mother smiled at me saying, “This is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life…” and then hugged me tightly. We lay in each others hands for a long time that we forgot our breakfast. We slept naked together, with my dick brushing her stomach and her cunt caressing me thighs. It was evening when we woke up for snacks. I bought some snacks and after eating it together, we went for another three rounds of sex before going to sleep early morning around 4am. Amma & The Devil In Me Ch. 1 The following-hopefully the firsts of a series-is a true life experience. Depending on the response I get, I may write more! * * * * * Looking back, I feel that I was lucky not to be a person who would worry too much about religion, conscience, society etc. As otherwise the unexpected events which took place in my life would have left me spending the rest of my life in a psychiatrist's couch. I come from the southern state of Kerala in India. The Christians in Kerala are well known in other parts of India for their academic brilliance and affluence. Even though I was never ever brilliant in studies, we were quite rich, thanks to my daddy. He inherited quite a lot from his father and by slogging it out throughout his life he made sure that the next few generations would never ever have to struggle. When he died of liver cirrhosis [a good drink was his only pasttime] , he left all his riches to my mummy Sosamma [Indianised version of susan] , my elder brother roy, my sister tara and myself sunny. I was 25 at that time. My mother, now 48, was 19 when she got married and had Roychayan [that's how we affectionately call him] one year later. My father died when I was 15 years and it was Roychayan who looked after matters since then, which made him a very mature and responsible guy. Tragedy struck a couple of years later when my mummy-we call her Amma-went for a routine gynaec. Operation. Something went wrong with the anaesthesia leaving her with some brain damage. The doctor who did this-a close family friend unfortunately-was keen to explain that it would not leave her paralysed. Therefore it was a big relief to see her walking properly after the recovery period. But we realised that her memory was severely affected and for all practical purposes she was just like a mentally retarded child. Because of our wealth we were lucky to get maids just to look after her. In the meantime my brother got married to a doctor and I went to Bangalore-a beautiful city-to study for engineering-thanks to our family wealth. By now it must have been obvious to my readers that I was the black sheep of the family. 'Being the youngest in a rich Christian family in Kerala is a sure passport to hell'-my friend used to tease me. It was true. I had the most wonderful life in bangalore with my friends-we started off with booze, light drugs [gave it up soon, we were scared of addiction!] , pornography and finally sex. My best friend then was ron -a 6 footer from goa-who had the looks and charm to pull in the gals. He lacked money, which I had and we therefore were the perfect 'shikaris' [meaning hunters, another nickname] . My nickname of 'kaman' [the hindu god of love and lust] was appropriate as by now I was addicted to sex. I finished my studies somehow and was looking out for any job there -I did not want to lose my 'collection'-when my brother asked me to come over to Kerala. My sister had got admission to a postgraduate course in Delhi and they were planning to leave Kerala at least for 3 years leaving me in charge. He promised to arrange a job locally, as if to pacify me, but my plans were shattered. The fact that he had looked after all of us made it impossible to refuse and that's how my new sexual odyssey started. When I walked back to our house-a huge palatial one-after seeing off my brother and family, it was as if I was going in for an execution!! Apart from my Amma, there were other servants as well. Padma-a sexy 18yr old-was Amma's current maid. Her mother, thankam, had served us for years and my first sexual awakenings are linked to her as she was unknowingly the 'victim'of my voyeurism years back. After reading porno. Books I used to stare at her huge dark boobs and body and also peep in through the bathroom. Padma had certainly taken after her mother even though she used to take pains to avoid me in the house. Did my reputation precede me? Amma was now 48yrs but as pretty as ever. Her old photos showed to be a stunner and years of luxury and no work had made her even more. She would walk around in nice satin housecoats -most of them near transparent!! -but otherwise did not show interest in anything except perhaps the telly. The first few days were terrible as there was nothing there for me to do. And then the 'withdrawal' tarted. The withdrawal for alcohol maybe bad, but let me assure you, the one from sex is intolerable. The flashes of sexy female forms from the memory 'bank' did not help matters either. I just have to fuck someone, I knew that. I was sitting in my room when I saw padma walking into Amma's room. She had just finished her bath and the water had wettened her saree and blouse, thus highlighting her curvaceous body. It was like a red rag to a bull. There were no other servants inside the house-they had a outhouse to stay. When she came out of the room, I followed her down the steps onto the kitchen. When she saw my eyes she must have seen the sheer unadulterated lust there waiting to be released, for she stopped and backed up against the wall. I kissed her lips and nearly tore off her blouse in a mad abandon. The breasts were like 2 huge soft balls screaming 'squeeze me'. The red nipples were a good sexy contrast to her dark breasts and body. My 'kunna' [local term for penis] was fighting with my underwear to be released. She managed to push me back and ran to her small room and sat on the bed. When I followed, I could see the whole body heaving with lust. But then she looked up and I saw her crying. She said 'I've got someone else, don't ask me who, but I cant cheat him'. I said-'I dont want to know who he is, but please let me have you. I'll give you more than enough money to live when you get married'. And I really meant that as I was in a state of despair! She requested me to leave her alone and fell on my feet begging not to kick her out of the job. I managed to say yes and ran back to my room. I jerked off myself thinking about her body and when I reached the climax of what was easily the best wanking in life, a new sexy female body came in my front of my eyes. It wasn't padma's or any of the gals I had screwed before, but of my amma's. I couldn't stop and thick semen came off from my penis tip like a missile!! I dropped onto the bed in a heap. When I woke up-god knows when-I felt like I was going mad. It was a mix of emotions and feelings-the unbridled lust, the sexy body of my Amma-ooh, it was driving me mad. I decided to rein in my sexual feelings, had a nice bath and walked onto the drawing room. The lights were dimmed and Amma was watching a malayalam telly programme with padma sitting on the floor. As soon she saw me, she got up and walked off. I felt guilty, but thought I'll try to forget it. Amma was wearing a nice white silky nightdress and [perhaps] padmas choice of black bras were standing out prominently. She was also wearing some reddish sort of silk panties, which could be seen clearly. [they were all gifts from my sister renu, who was by now settled in gulf] . My first intention was to get up and leave but something made me do otherwise. Amma looked up and smiled as she does to anyone and her eyes went back to the telly? Could she understand anything on the telly? Anyway my eyes were going back to her body. The harder I tried the more fixed they were on her body!! I was looking at my Amma, for the first time from a totally different angle. My mind was calling me 'perverted', 'depraved', but my body wasn't bothered. I could feel my 'kunna'waking up again. Her breasts were really big-all our christian girls have big juicy boobs, and they must have become bigger after feeding all of us. I couldn't see the nipples, but guessed the would be big. By now I was out of control and I looked out to see whether padma was coming back. However the afternoon adventure seemed to have put her off and I was safe!! I now looked at Amma's panties. I could sense her big ;pooru' [cunt] struggling against the silky walls of her panties!now, should I stop here or not?no, my body said. How to go ahead?even tho' I knew her mind could not register or retain anything, how would her body respond?i slowly put my arms around her shoulders-no response. My hands slowly drifted downwards and they shakingly rested on her boobs. My heart was beating faster than the 'rajadhani express'!i slowly pressed on them. They seemed firmer than padmas. I pressed them again but hareder this time. She looked up at me, smiled and looked back at the telly. Now what was that?did she understand my heinous intentions?or was it just one of her another meaningless smiles?i stopped pressing, my heart slowed down and my 'kunna'started dropping!i waited for a few minutes and then again the devil in me took over. I pressed again, ready for any repercussions. She did not look up this time. I sat closer to her, looked over my shoulders to make sure that padma was not coming and then softly rolled my fingertips over her nipples. Man, did they feel good!i had never felt anything like that before, perhaps 'cos I was always in a hurry to 'get in'. As she was sitting quietly, I put my other hand on her breast as well. She now just leaned on to me. Her body seemed to be responding now, even tho'her wasn't comprehending what exactly was happening. This continued for a few minutes and now I could feel her hips squirming. My right hand stayed on her left breast and my left hand now started trailing down her body. It rested on her panties and it felt like I had kept it over a hot plate!! I pressed it gently and her legs opened up. I now, with hands shaking like aleaf-opened up the 2 buttons of the gown in front of her panties. By now discretion and 'soft touch'had left and my hand started squeezing her 'pooru'. They felt like big 'iddlis' [a south Indian dish] my fingers sneaked in between the panties and brushed against her thick bush of pubic hair-it was like a 'kaadu'-a monsoon forest! obviously nobody had done a shaving job for her!i could feel the warm fluid trickling down the vaginal walls. I knew then that there was a dam there waiting to burst and if I felt sex starved after just a few days off sex, how was she /her body feeling?i wanted to take out my kunna and start wanking but the thought of padma walking in prevented me. A few more minutes of frantic finger movements and then her legs clamped down on my 'fingering'hand making me nearly cry out aloud in surprise and pain. And almost simultaneously my 'kunna'erupted. I could feel the cum trickling down my inner thighs. I took my hand out, put the buttons on adjusted her gown and walked back to my room. On the way I shouted to padma that Amma was sitting alone and therefore to take her up after the telly programme. Over the next 3 days, I used every opportunityto get in her room [when padma was cooking or bathing] and carry on with my devilish activities. It helped to ease off my guilty conscience [whatever little was there!] , heighten my passions [the thought of free safe sex, that too a taboo one] but at the same time increase my frustations as now I wanted to go the whole way. It was then that a stroke of luck came my way unexpectedly. Padma requested 3 days off saying that she wanted to attend a friend's wedding [by now, I came to know thru'my driver, the local gossipman, that she was getting screwed regularly by the local bookshop owner] and therfore her mother thankam-the sex image in my teenage dreams -would come in the daytime and cook food, look after Amma, but whether I mindedlooking after Amma at nighttime. Of course, not!! The next few days with Amma and thankam made me realise that this was after all the best gift my brother, albiet unknowingly-had given me. To Be Continued... Amma & The Devil In Me Ch. 2 I woke up early the following day, excited beyond description. Padma prepared all the food for Amma, changed her dress and then she herself got ready to leave. She seemed to be excited as well thinking of this 3 days break. She looked simply irresistible in a dark green saree and blouse, but then I had to console myself that this bird was not for me. I envied appu, the shop owner-he must be a really lucky bloke to get to fuck her regularly. I even asked simon, our driver to drop Padma to the bus station in my car and she seemed to be embarrassed and pleased as well to get this sort of treatment. She must have thought that I must be a nutcase to behave like this suddenly after that day's surge of sexual frenzy. As soon as the car left the house, I ran up the stairs -excited, like a dog released from his kennel after a long day. Amma was sleeping on the bed wearing a light blue saree. The upper part had slipped off exposing her Amazon boobs caged in a transparent blouse. The nipples were standing out through the blouse like pointed tips on a pyramid. The saree was rolled up to the knees exposing her milky white calves-even they looked sexy! I slowly lifted up my lungi and took my 'kunna' out of the underwear. Looking at my own Amma's sexy body, I then started to stroke it with firm, slow movements. The thought that it was my own mother-the woman who gave birth to me-was the source of my desires seemed to fuel it further. I wanted more. I stopped wanking, leant down and slowly opened her blouse releasing those big balls out of its cage. The red nipples seemed to be aroused and was proudly standing on top of those white mountains. I squeezed her nipples gently while continuing to jack off. She was still sleeping, even though small moans seemed to be coming out. I could feel my kunna desperately trying to cum soon and therefore I took my hands off again. I really wanted to do this slowly and properly to get the best satisfaction. I knelt down and rolled the saree up the thighs. Her big buttocks was however stopping me from lifting it fully, thus blocking a good view of her 'pooru.' I lifted her big bums and folded the saree onto her tummy. Now I could see her panties-red again-was that her favorite colour????! I pulled her panties down thus having a close view of my Amma's pooru for the first time! Yes, I had seen a lot before but this was special. It wasn't just because it was forbidden fruit. Her cunt lips were red and heavy. They seemed to be hiding behind that thick monsoon forest. There was a erotic smell of cunt juices emitting from her pooru. I slowly cupped them with my hands and started massaging them. Now the moans became louder-her body was definitely enjoying it! I hands became soaked with my mothers love juices. I then put them on my kunna and started to jack off again. This time I knew I could not hold on for long. My kunna soon exploded with warm 'lava' squirting allover my hand and also on Amma's saree. It took me quite a while to get my breath back. Man, this was much better than the first day! This can only get better. I rearranged her saree and went down. I dropped dead on the sofa in the main room and went off to sleep. I was woken up by repeated calling bells. I tightened up my lungi and opened the door. I was still feeling dazy after my masturbation and so it took me some time to realise that the lady standing there was my old maid-thankam, Padma's mother. She was wearing a bright red saree which on her dark complexion and sexy body made her look like a top class slut! 'What are you looking at, mon?' she asked me. She calls me affectionately mon [malayalam for son]. She was our maid when she was 20 odd, when I was a toddler and she must have now been something like mid 40s. Her lips were reddened after chewing betel leaves[all these servants have that disgusting habit!! ], which in her case made her look even sluttier! 'wow, you have changed ' I blurted out. 'Yes, I have become an old hag now.' 'well, I can't see what part has become old' i realised that it had other connotations only after it left my mouth. surprisingly she seemed to enjoy that and started laughing-'so, you know have my body is then, you havent forgotten anything.' Now why did she say that? Did she know that I used to peep in through the servants bathroom when she was bathing? My friend at that time, najeeb, had fuelled my teenage sexual desires with pornography books and tales of his sexual escapades [mostly made up?]. It was he who pointed out that I was a lucky guy to have such a sexy servant in my house and that I should be enjoying it more. I then started to look at her from a different perspective and realised how blind I was. I used to take sneaky looks at her when she comes to my room for sweeping and also in the kitchen. She seemed to catch me at times but instead of covering her breasts with the saree she used to give me a strange look. That emboldened me to take it a step further. The servants bathroom is a bit far from the main house near the rubber estates. I used to take a wooden stool, stand on it and look inside and with shaking hands and racing heart jack off looking at her dark sexy body. 'What are you dreaming, the good old days?' again a double innuendo and naughty laugh. I could feel my kunna 'rising' again from the dead!! She went up to see Amma, went to her room and came out wearing a dark red lungi [the working women class wear lungi at home], a tight blouse which was revealing its contents more than hiding and a thin 'thorthu' [a thin transparent cotton cloth to cover the blouse]. I then knew that I was in for the life of my time. To Be Continued... Amma & The Devil In Me Ch. 3 Thankam, my old maid, came back to my life seemingly hell-bent on fulfilling my teenage fantasies. She continued her conversation while cleaning Amma's room, in the same vein, completely ignoring my mother; s presence, perhaps safe in the knowledge that she was incapable of understanding anything. The sexual banter aroused the devil in me again and she seemed to be pushing me towards the edge. After a few hours she had finished her work and got ready to leave. 'Do you have to go? 'I asked.; Why, are you scared to sleep alone? Do you want me to cuddle you like years back when you would get frightened to death with the monsoon thunders? 'she teased me again. Now this was a born cockteaser. 'you know Rajan, my husband? he's a pukka alcoholic and comes back late at night on all fours. most nights he crawls up in the verendhas! 'and again she laughed out aloud. I t made me feel like to push my 'kunna' through those betel reddened lips of hers and fuck her just like that. 'But some days, he manages to get inside the house and flops on the nearest bed. Stoned or not, you know how these men are, once they feel a woman's body against theirs -it doesnt matter whether that is your wife's or daughter's -they get naughty. I have to make sure that my younger one, rathi, does not have a 'full tummy'when she gets married!! 'But to morrow he is going to his sister's house and then I'll sleep over here-i mean with Amma, you 'studbull'! [malayalam slang for horny young men]. By this time, I was nearly bursting point -just by engaging in this sexual banter. I closed the door and went up. Amma was sleeping peacefully. Thankam had covered her up in a light sheet. Her face looked so angelic. Suddenly I felt the pangs of my guilty conscience. I turned around and walked back to my room. I had a nice shower, took a nightcap of my favourite whisky and hit the bed. The sexy body of thankam, her double inneudoes and wicked erotic laugh all came back to haunt me. I could feel my kunna slowly lifting the lungi, making it look like a camp tent!! I sat up. Should I do it or not? There were days in my life in bangalore when we had to chat up vulnerable girls, convince them, then find safe hotel rooms -all for a 30 minute fuck! Here less than 50 yards away, a sexy woman is sleeping, with no problems in getting a good enjoyable fuck! The devil's advocate in me started arguing:you have already violated your mothers body. you have' spent'a few times ogling on her body. You want to relieve yourself without approaching the local prostitutes and thus risking diseases. And she, the poor woman, she has not had anything to enjoy for years, thanks to your father's untimely death and the operation. Does not her body atleast deserve this much? I was convinced! Now there was no looking back. I opened the door. The dim light in the room showed that the sheet hadcome off showing off her body underneath the thin gown. I snuggled up to her and put my hand around her waist. She was facing away from me. My kunna rubbed against her big bums as if asking permission for entrance. I ripped off my lungi and shirt and let my body feel her warmth. My hand rolled her gown up and I started to fondle her thighs. They were so soft. My hands crept up and started to caress her pussy over her panties. Suddenly she turned over and started lying straight. I unbuttoned her gown and ripped it off! She was lying very seductively in her silklaced bras and panties. I squeezed her breasts and then she started moaning. I kissed her breasts for the first time after many years. Then I kissed her nipples over her bra. I unhooked the bra and released them. Man, her nipples were like two small marbles. I took one of them in my mouth slowly and started sucking gently. The moaning was louder by now. The hand over the panties were drenched by now and I took off her panties. Now I put my fingers properly in the place from where I came out years back. The vaginal walls tightened its grip on my fingers heightening my pleasure. Now I took her hand and put it on my kunna, She gripped it hard but was not squeezing it! I knew that all the sexual drives since morning would make me cum soon and I wanted to do it in the right way. I slowly spread her legs apart and pushed more of my fingers inside and man, how her 'pooru'accepted it all! They were making a right funny noise-with all her cunt juices trying to come out and my hand pushing it back! I wanted to enter her now but then thought I will 'smell her'before that. Her pooru had a very erotic musky smell-a strange combination of cunt juices and the talc powder thankam had put inside her panties after the bath. Without any hesitation my head went between her legs. My moustache must have tickled her 'cos her hips squirmed. My mouth clamped down on her 'kanthu'[clitoris]and started sucking hard. Her moaning became much louder and her legs held my head in between with vice-like grips! Her body buckled up and I knew she was read. I managed to unlock my head, kept her legs apart and then I brought my body slowly on top of hers. Then I pushed my 'kunna'against her'pooru'. The doors hesitated for a minute and then let 'him'in. That moment was undescribable. The warmth of her vaginal walls, the strong grip around my 'kunna'which was 'trapped'inside, the splashing sound of our love juices, the flashes of lightning inside my head-it was as I had reached heaven. The strong wooden bed was rocked about by our passionate, violent lovemaking. And with a low guttural cry which came from deep down my throat, I started to come in seemingly unending waves inside. I lay on top of her for a few minutes before I found the energy to 'withdraw'and roll over. We repeated the lovemaking in the early morning and once more before I made her 'decent'again and then crawled back to my room!! As the day before, I was woken up by the calling bell and surprise, surprise, it was thankam again. She gave me a strange look and asked'did you sleep well? you would have, there was nothing here to keep the studbull awake! 'Little did she know that the studbull was finally tamed by the mothercow itself!! My 'happy'days with thankam wouls soon be sent. I hope you all enjoyed my narration of the best time of my life...