3 comments/ 245846 views/ 26 favorites Bathing Memories Ch. 01 By: bengali_fun Here, I wish to narrate an erotic fiction involving my mom and me, where I am a 19 year old boy. To tell you about some background of this fiction, I have to start with some of my sweet childhood memories and the process of my erotic awareness. As far as I remember, my mom used to bathe me daily, till I attained the age of 10. Many of my friends at that age used to take bath themselves, but my mother was excessively concerned about my cleanliness. Even after I crossed the age of 10, she used to give me a bath occasionally, either on holidays or during the vacations. Although I was ashamed of nudity before others, for my mom I was willing to make an exception.” Ma-r kachhe abar lajja ki re?"(What makes you so shy in presence of mom?) used to be her pet words in Bengali when she used to undress me. Such "occasional baths" stopped after I attained the age of 12. I think she only stopped making the suggestions for bath and left it to me for cleanliness. When my mom used to take me for a bath, she always used to arrange everything before entering the bathroom - my clothes, my towel, her clothes, her towel etc. The process of bathing and the sprinkling of water used to make her clothes wet. Just after I used to dress up and come out of the bathroom, she used to take her own bath. There is one incidence that I wish to recollect. One day, she took me to the bathroom and instructed, "Take off your clothes Babun, I'll be back in a minute." I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her going to the other side of the partition of the bathroom. Of course, it wasn't possible to see anything behind the partition unless I mischievously intended and I didn't. When I was undressing, I could hear the trickling sound of a stream. I could hear one or two splashes of water, followed by a cistern flush. "Bhishon hissi peye giyechhilo (I had an urgency to pee)" she said as she came back with a smile of relief. Since the age of 10, whenever my mom took me for bath, she used to leave the drying and dressing up job to me. When I used to dry myself and get dressed in the bathroom, she didn't waste her own time there. I could see her unwrapping her sari and throwing it on the washing tub. Then she used to start humming some popular tune (a nice singer she is!), turn the tap on and fill the bucket. By the time the bucket would fill up, she would stick her used "bindi" on the mirror and unbutton her blouse. By the time I could finally tie my pajama knots, she would be just about to drop her blouse into the tub. Yes, more than that I could never watch. It was only up to her brassier and shaaya (petticoat). I After my age of 12, bathing by mom stopped altogether. I missed that a lot. With my adolescence, I used to have lots of fantasies. The usual ones used to involve my friends' mom, neighbor aunts, my aunt (chhotomashi). But the best ones were always with my mom. I grew up, finished my Class-X board and then Class-XII final exams and finally managed to get into a reputed engineering college. Staying in a hostel for an 18-year old boy wasn't very easy. I used to miss my parents, more my mom and the homesickness affected me during the initial period. After a long wait, I had my first long vacation after the First Year exams. My nineteenth birthday was over when my exams were going on and I was counting my days down to go home. When would I meet my sweet dear mom again? I had lots and lots of stories and gossips in store, which I had to tell my mom. Mom was more like a friend to me, with whom I could freely discuss many things. My first year exams weren't easy. I had to prepare a lot and shelve all my "hidden thoughts." But, once the exam was over and I was on my way home, all my hidden thoughts came back to me with greater thrusts. When we first saw each other after such a long gap, both of us felt emotional. She lost no time to hug me tightly and kiss my forehead and cheeks. I too returned those with passion. We showered our love and affection on each other. I had many stories to tell her, so many things that I couldn't share with her for so long. I did not want to miss even a single moment of my time with her. The days progress so fast. Even my long cherished vacation was getting over. It was the last day of my vacation. A somber mood was prevailing at my home. I was trying to make fun with her but soon realized that those were becoming quite artificial. It was time to take bath. When she found me making preparations, she wanted to check up if I have performed my habitual tasks and asked me with a very low voice, almost like a whisper, "Hagoo korechhis?"(Did you answer to the big nature's call?") There was none else in the home. But still such questions should only be asked privately. "Oh yes." I said. "That's like a good boy." she said in an affectionate way. "When?" she asked with a sense of curiosity. "While you were cooking..."I answered. "Oh, is it? I must not have taken a note of it." "Tumi hagoo korechho?" I was not hesitant to throw back the embarrassing question to my mom. "Oh yes. Much before you woke up this morning.” she said smilingly. There was no sign of embarrassment in her innocent eyes. "That's my daily habit, you know,” she continued. "Hope you didn't mind my asking that...." "Oh no, why? I only asked you first.” she said. She paused for a moment and then continued, "You feel shy before me, don't you?" "I don't know." I replied. "I think so. May be because you are grown up now." "I might have grown up, but still a child for you." I said. "Sure?" she asked me with a kiss on my forehead. "Can I bathe you now, like the way I used to do when you were this small?" she said, indicating my earlier height with respect to her. The moment she suggested this, I had an unusual feeling in me, which I find difficult to describe. There was one self of mine, which was eager to grab this offer and enjoy what I missed for all these years. Yet, there was another self, which felt shy at the thought of exposing my adult body before her. What a contradictory combination of thoughts! Which one did I want? "Now mom, suppose I agree. Wouldn't you find it embarrassing to bathe your adult child?", I questioned her. "Why should I? Come on. Challenge?" she asked with a will. "Would you like to have it?" she asked with a naughty smile. "Today, you mean?" I couldn't control my excitement. "If you wish...."she chuckled. I knew that my inner wish has won. Yet, I was too shy to express my complete submission. I just rushed to my mom and buried my shy face to her upper chest. She embraced me closely with all the force she could apply - softly, warmly and so lovingly. I threw my arms over her shoulders and asked, "Ma, you can always read my mind. Can't you?" "I can, my boy." she asked as she caressed me softly. "Won't you arrange your clothes too?" I asked, just reminding her of our old habit. "Oh yes, I'll be there in two minutes. You can start." I went to the bathroom, but didn't undress immediately. Just kept my clothes on the rack and wasn't sure what to do next. In the meantime, mom entered the bathroom. Seeing me standing in my usual way, she smiled, "Hey, what happened? I thought you have undressed by now." Mom kept her shaaya, bra, blouse and towel on the rack. She never brings the sari that she would wear after the bath to the bathroom. She always wears that in her bedroom. "Come" she called me. I could hear my own heartbeat in excitement, when I realized that within the next couple of minutes, mom is going to undress me. And I will surely love to take her help in undressing rather than doing it myself. I came close to her and raised my arms up, as she started rolling up my vest. "Hey, you are much taller than me now. My arms can't reach that much up," she said in despair. "Lo, here is my wee mum" I said with lot of fun and tried to lift her up to match my height. Even though my mom is not short by any standards (she is 5 ft. 4inches almost!), I always tell it that way, only to prove that I have surpassed her height. Lifting 75 Kg of load wasn't too easy, but I could still prove my strength for a few seconds and brought her toes back to the floor. "So, give up? Here it is," I said while handing over my vest to her. It was wet, due to perspiration. My mom smelled it and made a bitter face. "With all the perspirations, it smells awful!" she said, while dropping that piece mercilessly into the washing tub. I placed my stretched arms on her shoulders and joined them at the back of her neck. Up to the vest, it was easy, but not the next one, that's my pajama. It was tenting up, showing visible signs of my arousal. There was a hidden feeling of exhibitionism in me that wanted have my "adult piece" exposed and excited me. The feeling was getting more and more intense as I waited for my mom's loving touch right there! "Feeling shy?" she asked me with a very low voice. Almost inaudible! Before I could answer to her question, she asked me, "Shall I?" I couldn't understand immediately what she meant, as she kept the question incomplete, leaving it to my guess, which I couldn't. "You.... will do what?" I asked. "Maybe you won't feel uncomfortable if we bathe together" she suggested with a naughty smile. Instead of being able to control my "tent", it only swelled up manifold as I tried to imagine what would be her suit during bath. Is it without anything? My heart was pumping vigorously at the very imagination of it and she left it unspecified for the time being. She looked at my nails and scolded, "Don't you trim your nails regularly? It has grown too much. It's unhygienic. Don't you know that?" "Okay, Ma! I'll do that." "When? Get me the nail cutter now. I'll do it for you." she ordered. I couldn't disobey her. I went out and brought the nail cutter. "Don't you know that dirt gets trapped inside?" she was saying, as she trimmed all my nails with great care. Mother's care always makes things so different. Mom brought her long, dark braid (binuni) of hair (even at the age of 41, she could maintain that!) to the front and started unwinding it. She was looking nice. I brought my right fingers to her chin lovingly. I kept my left palm on her forehead and then touched her both cheeks together and slowly rubbed my palms over her face. There was love everywhere. Lot of love is always there between us but now it was taking a new form that was yet unknown and unexplored! She came closer to me and brought her lips on my chest and neck. Now, I leaned and kissed her forehead. She was slowly raising her lips, while I was slowly lowering mine, in perfect synchronization. They were closer, closer and finally like two opposite poles of a magnet, they touched. This was my first touch with a woman’s lips. It sent electrifying sensations down through my spines. God! Is this new form of love so beautiful? It wasn't still a kiss, but the warmth of touch grew stronger with moistness. We opened our lips and made each other’s lips moist. It was a kiss now, a kiss that is so much different from what we had experienced through pure affection for so many years. We had a territory of love that was implicitly defined, but now that territory was shattered. We were as if breathing through each other’s mouth and I was hypnotized with the smell that was coming out of her breath - so motherly, yet so sexy. "Ma, you smell so nice." I said. "Do I?" she asked. We were in close embrace and now the manhood of mine was not only hard and strong, it was almost oozing droplets, as my mom unfastened my pajama. It couldn't come down, as its upper part rested on my hard cock. She had to place her fist right there to make my pajama fall. With so much of blood flow in my male organ, the tip was red and was shining with maximum stretch. Mom bent down to keep my pajama too on the tub. Still, she was fully dressed. She was wearing a pale blue colored cotton sari, which had lost its color and looked too dull. Bathing Memories Ch. 02 My mother dropped the front part (pallu) of her sari and then took out the folds tucked under the front part of her petticoat (shaaya). She unwrapped the sari off her body and dropped into the tub, which was getting full with our worn garments. She turned her back to me and started unbuttoning her blouse one by one. My 19-year old organ was still erect and hard, as I watched with interest the next acts. She took the light blue colored blouse off her arms and dropped it into the tub. She was still wearing the shaaya and her bra to hide her treasures. Slowly I gathered the courage to ask her with curiosity if she would be nude. "Ma," I just managed to say this much. My tongue couldn't move further. It got dried up. "What, my boy?" she asked affectionately, as her fingers reached the hooks of her brassiere. "Tumi ki ekdom nyangto hoye snan korbe?" ("Will you be nude?") She burst into laughter," Oh, my boy! That's how I take my showers daily." "May I unhook?” I asked, when she was about to unhook her bras. "Okay." she approved. My fingers were trembling in excitement, as I unhooked her bra, took the straps off her shoulders and dropped the bra into the tub. I was in so much excitement that I couldn't suppress the temptation of grabbing her breasts from behind. It was so warm and tender. I placed my palm under her breasts and applied my loving pressures on both of them simultaneously. "Ahhhh, lagchhe!" she said, as she experienced pain resulting out of my squeeze. "Sorry mom!" I apologized. "It's okay. Just do that softly..." she said, as she placed both my palms over her nipples, which I still couldn't see as I was behind her. My erect cock was pressing on to the crack of her ass, with the shaaya acting as the only barrier in between. Mom now turned to face me. That was my first glimpse of her pair of lovely breasts, ever since I stopped sucking, which I don't remember and no child does. She didn't allow me to watch more. She hugged me tightly and I lowered my face to hide it inside her bare breasts. Her palms rested on the back of my head. I sunk into a new world of peace. I had full control of my mother's breasts, an asset of worship. I explored the texture of her skin color there. So soft and so smooth my mother's breasts are! The aureoles were light purple in color and the circle was uniform. I made her dry breasts wet by opening my mouth and licking all around with my tongue. Then I kissed her nipples and started sucking them, as if I was a child once more. "Chhoto belar khide-ta ekhono meteni bujhi?" (Yet to quench the thirst of your childhood?")She jokingly asked. "Na, na. Aro, aro..." I wanted more and more. She put her arms around me. "Hey, we'll get late for bath, my boy." she reminded. I was in no mood to leave that. "It's so nice, Ma!" I said in complement. "Not as good as it was when you were a child. It has sagged with my ageing." "Come on. Who says you are aged. You still look like a young lady." I said. "Shut up!" she said, even though she liked my words. I started kissing below her breasts, all the way up to her navel. Her petticoat had an opening where the string is tied. It was too dark inside the opening and nothing was visible. I was eager to unfasten her shaaya. I stood up and brought her close to me -as close as I could. I slowly attempted to unfasten the strings of her shaaya (petticoat). "Khulbo?" I asked for her permission. She just nodded and buried her face within my breasts. "Ei gero pore jabe!" she cautioned against the risk of the strings getting fastened instead. I made no mistake. It came down, crossing the lovely terrains of my mother's buttocks. It was something that I always tried to visualize and felt excited while jacking myself off in my solitude. I touched her mounds of flesh lovingly and patted there gently. "Tomar pachhata ki sundar Ma" I said with full of praise for her lovely buttocks. She slapped me lovingly, with a mild husky tone "Naughty!" "Do you know Ma, when I had my first glance at it?" "When?”, she wondered. "Well...It was on a Thursday. The dhobi (washer man) was there to deliver and collect the laundry clothes. You felt like giving your shaaya for washing. While dhobi was busy in counting the clothes, your hands went inside the sari and then you unfastened your shaaya. It exposed your buttocks for a split second, before you could cover yourself with the sari ...". The memory of the incident that I told her was making me more and more excited. "I must be in a hurry. Must have kept urgent household works pending." she explained. "I feel irritated when he comes during my busy times." Both of us were fully naked in a close embracing position. I turned on the shower. Water started trickling down gently - through her hair, down her breasts, her bushes, down her thighs, legs and beyond her toes. There was complete silence, except the trickling sound of water. We were looking with loving eyes toward each other in perfect closeness. She kissed my forehead and brought her face down to my lips. My body was on fire again as we kissed and rubbed our lips together again. Mom was getting red in excitement. "Ei Babun! Ki hochchhe! Chhar bolchhi -paji chhele".( “Stop! Stop, my naughty boy!” ) But that protest wasn't strong enough to stop me. I could sense that my rock hard cock was about to explode. She took it within her fists and kept it close to her untrimmed thick bush. "Is it paining?" she asked with my cock still within her fists. "A bit..." was my short reply. "It's so hard! What do you do when it's like this?" She asked. I couldn't disclose my masturbation habits. I just kept quiet. "Let's relax on the floor and enjoy the shower." she said. Mom sat on the floor, just underneath the shower and leaned back. Her head and neck were resting against the wall and she was almost in a lying down position. The shower was powerful enough to spray water all over her nude body. "Come here. Just rest upon me and allow your back to get the water sprayed." she suggested. I lowered myself on top of her. Again our lips met and rubbed. This time, not only the lips, but our naked bodies were rubbing and getting ignited once more. "It will be painful, if you try to retain the load..." she said, while touching my penis once more. "Release it within me..." she whispered. With the sound of trickling water in the background, it was difficult to hear, but I could manage to hear her ultimate invitation. "Ma! What are you saying?" I asked. "It's just to help you in your release.” she answered. I still looked at her with disbelief. She said, "It's okay. I have told you to do." She widened her thighs apart and held my cock close to her bushes. "Just lower yourself a bit to get to the correct position.” she said. I tried but I was unsuccessful to penetrate. Mom tried to raise her stretched legs a bit to come closer to the position. With an inexperienced person like me, things weren't easy. But with her 20 years of experience, she could direct things in the right way. She raised her knees and lowered my buttocks. It helped. "Ei to... I’ll widen my thighs it a bit more. Yesss, it's near the right spot. Just push." "It's slipping out mom" "Dur Boka chhele. Ektu chaap dite hoy dhokar samayte...."(You stupid fool! You have to press a bit to penetrate) The "push” led to the ultimate destiny, a man seeks! So wet, so slippery, so much of juice of love and affection the entire tunnel could offer to me. Is it so nice because I came to this lovely world through the same tunnel of love 18 years back? So easy and enjoyable was my moment of entry, when I finally made it! "Parli to? It's not difficult. Nature always helps" "Nature or Mother?" I asked her. She only smiled. She didn't answer. Was she feeling shy at that very moment? I don't have an answer. She was kissing me profusely as I remained fully inside her. I pounced upon her breasts to have another round of squeezing and licking. Then I was ready to begin the thrust. "Ektu aste... Babun!" she cautioned me to go slow. I was thrusting in and out, as she moaned with pleasure. "Penetrate more, Babun, please...more...aro jore...harder...deeper...Oh my God!" We got into a rhythm - "up and down", and "up and down...".Finally, I could release my load of thickened stuff - deeper and deeper inside, well beyond the last point I could reach. My overflowing semen got washed away with the streams of water that continued to bathe us. We held each other closely, till the fire within us subsided. We started soaping each other. Neither she nor I left a single square millimeter of our body untouched. With foam I covered up her breasts and the bushes. Soon, those got bare again as the water spray trickled down. Suddenly, I noticed a white line within her untrimmed bushes. Was it a strand of gray hair there? That's what I wondered, but after having a close look, I realized that it was my semen which got trapped there. Water flowed and flowed. With that it washed away the residues of our love juice, all the soap foams that we created and finally the tears of emotion in each other's arms when we realized that in a few hours, we would be leaving each other again. The bath was over. We dried ourselves up and then sprayed talcum powder on each other to soothe us from the summer heat. She came close to me again. I raised her arms up and sprayed powder on her armpits. Then I powdered her neck, back, breasts and belly. Her bathed body was cool, soft and tender. My limp organ was coming to life again. "Keep it for the next vacation..." she said. When my mom dressed up, she was looking sweet and lovely. I kissed her again -this time, only her cheeks. She too returned the kisses with love and affection. Bathing Memories Ch. 03 One year was a very long wait, but indeed memorable. Not a single day had passed when I didn't think of showering together with mom, which started so innocently and ended with lovemaking after transcending all taboos and mental barriers. During my year-long stay at the hostel, every night I visualized the scenes from my memory, which was always so fresh. Though I missed my mom in my daily busy life, she was continuously present in my solitude thoughts and imaginations. It was difficult for me to concentrate on my studies and for sometime, I even felt worried if those intimate thoughts would affect my academic performance. But, contrary to my apprehensions, I never lost my mental balance and performed even better in the second year. Finally, when my summer vacation commenced, I was almost bubbling with excitements of going back home and be with my mom. It was on a Friday night, when I had reached home. My visit was therefore followed by a weekend. I was happy to spend my time together with both my parents, since my father was at home. On those two days, only for brief durations I could snatch some exclusive times with my mom and mostly, those were in the kitchen. Sometimes, I used to enter the kitchen stealthily, without making any noise of footsteps while she was working there and throw my arms around her belly. That used to make her frightened before she could realize that it was me and I used to get much fun out of it. This wasn't new and used to be one of my childhood funs as well. On Sunday, when my dad had gone for his bath, I was keen to have a bit of "intimate time" with my mother. I entered the kitchen without making any noise and encircled her tightly from behind with my eager arms. My lower belly intimately rested against her soft buttocks and instead of touching her belly out of my normal habits, I placed my palms on her blouse and squeezed her breasts lightly. Instantly, her body wiggled and my manhood, which was getting harder with our intimacy, could discover her ass crack, where it could grow further in size. "Hey, your dad is at home now" she whispered. "He is having his bath now" I assured. "Are you sure?" she queried. "Yes, I have seen him going just a while back" I answered. "So, you thought of fondling your mom in the meantime?" she asked me affectionately (Sei janyoi bujhi ma-ke ador korte ranna ghar-e chole esechhis?). "Why don't you wear a bra at home, mom?" I asked, while my palm was massaging the lower part of her breasts and I sensed her soft bare skin and flesh underneath her blouse. "In this hot weather, I don't find it comfortable to keep it on." (Ja garam! Gaaye rakhte para jayna!) "But my mom's lovely boobs must not sag" (Tai bole amar ma-r eto sundar buk duto jhule dite deoaa jaayna!) I commented. "Isn't your mom getting older? Remember, she is 43 now. She is not a young woman any more." (Ma buri hochchhena bujhi? Tetallish bachhar bayas holo!) "You still look so young, ma" I said with full praise for her looks. I slid my fingers inside her blouse, which was a bit loose and it reached the bare skin of her aureoles and hard, erect nipples. "Uncivilized fellow!" (Ashabhya!) she scolded me mildly and said, "Hey, take care! My blouse would get torn" (Ektu sabdhane kar. Noile blouse chhire jabe kintu). "Don't worry, mom! If it gets torn, I'll buy a new blouse for you when I get a job." "Oh, that's still two years away from now" (Ekhono dui bachhar deri amar chhele-r blouse kenar khamota aste) she replied with a smile, "I won't be able to manage without replacement blouse till then." (Tatodin blouse chhara kikore cholbe, shuni?) My mother unbuttoned her blouse from her front to ease the pressures of my fingers on it and to prevent her blouse from getting torn. I could now intimately touch her bare breasts from behind. What an incredible feeling it was! "How soft it is!" (O Ma! ki naram!) I exclaimed, squeezing her breasts with gentle pressure. "That's how female breasts are, my son!" (Meyeder buk erokom i hoy!) she said smilingly. "Then I have to try doing that with other females, what you say?" I said jokingly. "You say you don't have a girlfriend. So, who else will give you this much of liberty, other than your mom?" I continued to gently fondle my mother's breasts and hard nipples from behind. The tent inside my pajama was getting uncontrollable. "What do you have inside these soft treasures, Ma?" I asked. "When you were an infant, they were full of milk. Now, I don't know if it contains anything." I lifted my palms from her breasts and placed them on her shoulders and made her turn towards me. Then I bent myself down and buried my face between her breasts. My nostrils smelled her perspiration, as well as that all-familiar motherly smell. "I know what you have inside!" I said in a husky voice. "What?" she asked back in a whispering tone. "Love! Love for me. They are filled with love", I said. "For you my son, only for you", she said lovingly, holding my face more firmly within her breasts. "I was missing your love so much......" I said, with tears rolling down. "Me too..." she whispered in my ears with tears rolling down her eyes too. "My son, it's enough for now. Your dad will finish his bath in no time." (Aaj anek ador hoyechhe sona! Ekkhuni Baba-r snan hoye jabe), she cautioned me in a low voice and buttoned her blouse quickly. "Because of you, I must have spoiled my cooking", she said, while trying to concentrate on her cooking once more. While I was coming out of the kitchen, I looked at my tent. The peak was over, but my pajama showed adequate evidences of my semen droplets. For the rest of the day, I was again and again feeling as if my cheeks were still feeling the soft walls of my mother's lovely breasts and my prick was hardening in anticipation of our lovemaking during the vacation. Won't it happen again? When will it happen? I felt I couldn't wait any longer. Next morning, my dad had to leave home very early in the morning, by quarter to five or so. He had to go to Delhi for two days on some official work and had an early reporting time for his flight. When he had called me to say good bye, I was fast asleep. With sleepy eyes, I just managed to wish him a safe and happy journey and fell asleep again. I woke up with the feeling of a caring, warm, affectionate touch on my forehead. "Ma? " I opened my eyes to see her lovely face leaning towards my face. My mom was sitting on the bed, just next to my pillow. "Couldn't get a sleep after your dad left for airport. So I wanted to spoil your sleep too" she said with a naughty smile. "You did a good thing. Now that you have spoilt my sleep, I won't let you go anywhere. Be with me." I threw my arms round her neck and dragged her face as close as possible to mine. I was feeling utterly restless to have our most passionate lip to lip kissing, which we couldn't do ever since my vacation started. At last, our lips met. An electrifying sensation of Oedipal passion was running through my entire body, when our lips trembling with heat of desire were in perfect contact. As I tried to part my closed lips, there was only one natural sound that came out of it- "Ma". She parted her lips too and there was just a soft moan that followed. My prick, which was already hard out of my morning erection almost swelled to its peak, hardened like a steel rod and was throbbing with my incestuous lust. "Ei, basi mukh!" she screamed, reminding that neither of us had brushed our teeth yet. "Then, let's brush our teeth with each other's tongue." I said, while bringing her body on top of mine. My lips, hot and wet, touched my mom's eager hot lips once more, allowing our tongues to flicker and duel in the eternal dance of love. Hot and panting breaths mingled as they trembled together in our highly erotic embrace. It was a wild and wonderful exhibition of untamed desires, mother and son, both sensually lingered, locked together, belly to belly in their mad passion. "The raw smell of your mouth is delicious, Ma" I said, as the savage smell of passion was bringing me to greater and greater heights of erotic pleasure. "So is yours, my son" she said, as she explored her own son's natural smell of breath. My erection was trembling frenetically, as it pulsated against my mother's lower belly, demanding to be allowed to thrust its way deep into the very depths of the body that had conceived and given birth to me. We rolled over, so that I could come on top of her. The tip of my cock was oozing droplets of semen, as my erection was repeatedly rubbing against her soft belly. I started kissing all over her cute face - her forehead, her left cheek, her chin, her right cheek and then again her forehead, going in rounds and rounds. My mother was closing her eyes and enjoying the love she was receiving from her beloved son. I removed her ear-rings carefully and placed on the bedside table and kissed her earlobes. It sent waves of pleasure over her body, as she threw her body in ecstasy. She removed my vests, making the upper part of my body bare and whispered something in my ears, which I couldn't hear. Then she whispered once more, with her face getting reddish with blush. "Remove my blouse first..." ("Aage blouse-ta khule de") she pleaded. Her words made my lust uncontrollable. She was holding me so tightly that I found her bangles very disturbing and took those off her hands. Then, I displaced the aanchal of her saree from her shoulders and slowly my trembling fingers carefully started unbuttoning her blouse. It was the same blouse which she was wearing on the previous day, when I had managed to snatch some intimate time with her. The lowermost button was causing some difficulty, but mom helped -"Let me do that" (Ota ami khule dichchhi. Tui parbina). I exposed her lovely breasts, which I couldn't view on the previous day, as I was fondling her breasts from behind. Her light purple aureoles, capped with dark nipples were looking marvelous! I moved my face over her left breast and started suckling her dark, brown nipples. It was incredible! My mother too couldn't keep her incestuous pleasures and lust within. Her soft tender fingers unfastened the strings of my pajama and slowly touched the wet tips of my steel hard tool. "So large in size!" (etto baro? ) she exclaimed. "It is larger in size than what it was one year before. After all, my lovely son has also grown up by one more year. What you say?" My tongue continued to wet every square millimeter of my mother's breasts. She was holding me tightly there by putting one of her arms around my neck while her other arm was placed over my buttock, as she slowly relieved me of my pajama and dropped it on the floor. After making me fully naked, she continued to caress my hard tool further. "Hope you can wait a bit." (Ektu apekkha korte parbi to?) "It's okay" I said, while unwrapping her saree off her waist. I dropped her saree on the floor, where all our removed clothes were getting heaped up. She was just wearing a white-colored shaya (petticoat). I came to her side and unfastened the strings of her petticoat and pulled it down to expose her lovely buttocks. "God! How could you make her buttocks so wonderful!", I wondered as if it was the eighth wonder of this planet, when I touched the silky skin of her ass cheeks, with the flesh within heaped lusciously. Her shaya had come down well below her knees and I used my feet to bring her last piece of garment below her toes. My mom was fully naked. No garments, no ornaments, not even a thread. She was just one with nature and she was looking much more beautiful than ever before. She placed her head on my bare chest and the sweet fragrance of her hair ignited my passion further. I was moving my palm all around her naked buttocks and shoved my fingers along her ass crack. "It's a pleasure to caress your buttocks, mom!" ("Tomar pachha-te ador korte ki bhalo lage Ma!") "Oh, boy! You never forget to praise my buttocks."("Ma-r pachhar prashangsa na kore tui parisna") Mom eager fist touched my hard tool once again to bring it close to her lusty slit. My cock tip sensed her thick bushes and then felt something soft and wet. I was afraid if it would burst its load of semen even before it entered her, but I could somehow exercise my control and keep my load within. I raised my head above her shoulders and gazed at her naked figure - her head, her long black hair, her cute shoulders, her bare back, the magnificent curves of her buttocks, her thighs, legs and finally her feet. What a lovely creation of God! Had I known painting, I would have liked to paint her in this position. Mom and I rolled over once more and now I came on top of her. I gazed at her complete nudity - her face, her magnificent pair of breasts cupped with light purple colored aureoles and erect nipples. I looked down below - her belly, her navel and then ......I got a complete glimpse of her dark hairy triangle, which kept the secrecy of her dark passage. I lowered my face to kiss her secret part. A pungent smell of wild desires burning within her filled my nostrils. When my nostril rested against her pubic hairs, it was an incredible feeling. I tried to breath through her wet, secret opening. She folded her knees in ecstasy and parted her legs to make the opening clearly visible and allowed me to breath more of her lusty, raw smell of the fluid that was oozing out. My nostril was giving her a ticklish sensation and she was unable to bear it. She burst into a bout of ticklish laughter and pleaded, "Oh, no....no more please. I am getting a ticklish sensation there." ("Ei nnaaa hissi-r lom er niche bhishon sursuri lagchhe sona. Please, orokom korisna.") "Babun! I can't wait any longer. Come inside your mother and fill me up" ("Ami aar parchhina Babun! Ebar ma-r bhitore aay - sona chhele, ekdom bhitore aay") , she groaned, spreading her fleshy thighs as wide as she could. With a moan, mom made my cock-tip press against the groove of her slit, and raised her hips up at me. She shoved her right hand down onto my buttocks, pulling me as tightly as she could against her feverish body. Her flooded slit soaked the head of my manhood with a plentiful supply of oily lubricant. At that moment, I had a bit fumbled, as far as I remember, but mom said, "Be there. Let me put it in." ("Tui jemon achhis thak, ami bhitore dhukiye nichchhi"). She parted her legs even more and buckled, holding my cock near the slit and my body shivered when it finally made the entry. "Slowly. Don't make hurry" ("Aste aste aay. Tarahuro korisna. Aaste!") she whispered. I followed her advice and slowly immersed myself into her inch by luscious inch. My mother screamed as the final three inches of my hard and throbbing erection slid into her clasping, greedy, sopping wet passage. "Ma........." I cried out with ultimate pleasure. "Oh my son! You are inside your mother now. Don't you like it?" ("Ki baba? Tui to amar ekdom bhitore ekhon. Bhalo lagchhe to?") "Oh Ma! I can't describe how I feel now. It makes me feel so good." I said. "This time, it was so easy." "Now you are experienced. Aren't you?" she told me with naughty looks. "Last time, we did it in the bathroom and couldn't get a comfortable position. It was your first time too!" "Now rest your knees on the bed comfortably and begin your thrusts.....Oh boy! That's it.....Do it like that....." she cried with ecstasy as my cock started exploring her love tunnel rhythmically. I realized that it was my own abode of peaceful stay nineteen years back and it was an intimate feeling of homecoming. During the play, I had closed my eyes and felt that my entire body was inside hers and couldn't distinguish between my manhood and other body parts. My mother was holding me caringly, throughout my play. For a moment, I opened my eyes only to look at her. She too was closing her eyes, her face looked purple as she was close to her orgasm, and her lips were open to allow a better breathing. I looked at her lovely gorgeous breasts and dark erect nipples, which looked like flowers. Below her belly, I couldn't see anything but our bodies in total union. It was much more than a mere genital union. As if our mind and body had perfectly blended together into one. I closed my eyes once more and enjoyed my stay and play. God! What a heavenly feeling it was! I will fail in my literary efforts, if I try to describe it in language. Readers may just imagine in their own ways and get a feel of it. "Babun! Aar ektu jore! Aaaaro.......aaaro jore.....ei to sona amar......katto sona!" she cried, pleading me to fuck her wilder and harder. It was a wildly exciting feeling as we both reached the very pinnacle of our lusts and desires. My mother trembled with orgasm, as her son's incestuously buried penis reached the very height of its passion and then spat out its glutinous seed in frantic jets of sheer incest craving lust to be greedily swallowed by her own tissues, taking her son deep into her craving womb. After releasing my load, I slowly removed my limp manhood out of her. My thick fluid had already over flown and spoilt the bed sheet. We slept naked for some more time with a close embrace to cherish our unforgettable moments of togetherness and union. Then, both of us had to begin our day.