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Indian Mom

By: manwar



As far as I can remember I have always been very close to my mother. My recollection of my father is rather limited as he left us when I was very young. Mother and I lived at my grandparent's ancestral home, in a little costal village in India. Mother was well educated with a Masters degree in English Literature. She enjoyed writing and had authored several novels. Her writing enabled her to work from home and allowed her plenty of time with me. My grandparents were well off and since mother was the only daughter we never had to struggle to make ends meet. 

Mother was an amazingly beautiful woman. Over the years she had resisted many attempts of remarriage by my grandparents and other relatives. She always claimed it would be unfair to me, but I suspected it was her love for the same sex, that left her uninterested in men. She had an angelic face, seldom tied her luscious hair that flowed down to her waist. She was never modest in her dressing, it wasn't easy to hide those large curvy D cups and her cleavage was constantly on display. Her slender waist and slight tummy, with a deep navel that was always on show was extremely sexy. Like most South Indian women she had wide gracious hips, full curvy buttocks that ended in pair of well toned athletic legs from years of Bharatanatyam training. She took great care in maintaining the softest and clearest skin you can ever imagine.

Mother was an extremely open minded woman, nothing was too harsh or taboo. The freedom, wealth and the western education that she had received from my grandparents had ensured this. During my adolescence there weren't many girls of my age around our house, due to the secluded and much protected location of my grandparent's house. So when my hormones were raging and my eyes zeroing in on the various aspects of her voluptuous body, mother was extremely sympathetic and understanding. While she never encouraged my lust, she did enjoy my prying eyes on her and never went to any extremities to curb my visual desires.

When I turned eighteen I left home to attend University. I would visit home every weekend, as it was only a two hour ride to my grandparent's house from the city.

One morning I was still asleep, naked and sporting a large erection under the thin sheets. Mother entered without knocking, I guess she had become accustomed to it in my absence for most of the week. She began preparations for her daily bath, running the water in the large bath that was attached to my room. I'm sure she stopped to notice my erection before stepping into the bathroom.

I barely opened my eyes, before dosing off to sleep again when she said "Sonu beta I am going for my bath."

I was awakened again, by the rustling noise of my maid's sari as she walked in with mothers clothes. She was yelling out to mother, letting her know that she had brought her clothes. She was completely oblivious to the fact that I was in the room. I quickly doubled the sheets to cover my erection just as the door to the bath opened.

I was shocked as I strained my sleepy eyes to the full nakedness of mother's body. She had a towel wrapped around her head as beads of water mixed with perspiration trickled down her bare body. The view was heavenly, I had never seen this her naked before. Her dark brown nipples stood erect on her large breasts. My eyes instantly dropped to the dark mound of thick black pubes that covered her entire womanhood and rose up in a thin line all the way to her navel.

Hearing me gasp in astonishment, my maid looked at me and said "Oh Anitha, Sonu is awake!"

Mother turned towards me and smiled without the slightest embarrassment. I could feel the blood rush down to my already engorged manhood.

"Good morning Sonu beta, you?re up!" she said, without making any attempt to cover up.

My maid was red faced seeing this bold new attitude of my mother. I could feel my heart pounding as I continued to stare at her nakedness.

"Anitha didi(sister) your naked." my maid replied again.

"He is a big boy now and a little nudity cannot hurt." mother said with a wink.

They both giggled as my maid left the room. And I wondered if mother's nakedness had the same affect on my maid as it had on me.

Facing me with the sweetest smile and raising her hands to her hips she said "Got a good look?"

The urge to move my hand down and rub my erection was becoming unbearable.

She stood there for a while as she dried off her hair giving me a full frontal view. She looked like a sex goddess. Her dark brown areolas showed distinctly against her creamy white breasts. The deep navel from where a thin trace of her pubic hair sprung into a dark triangle almost called out for me to bury my tongue in it. 

She giggled, turning towards the bathroom and enjoying the attention of my hungry eyes, gorging on her naked flesh.

"You look so cute ma." I managed to say with a naughty smile.

Glancing back she winked and said "Thanks!!"

She bent giving me a full view of her delicious buttocks, the protruding labial lips and pubic hair as she picked up her clothes and vanished into the bathroom.

This became a custom on most weekends when I visited home. Mother was very comfortable with her nudity at home and felt I was old enough to accept it as well. Who was I to object, the only part I regretted was she never undressed in front of me.

We used to have a big festival once a year during which it was customary for woman folk to have an oil bath and perform religious ceremonies.

I was in bed, when I heard my maid walk into the room with warm oil and fresh towels for mother's oil bath. Mother was sipping her coffee, as she smiled and exchanged pleasantries with my maid.

"Should I wake Sonu and send him out?" I heard my maid say.

"He looks tired let him sleep, besides what's to hide." mother replied.

They both giggled as they watched me squinting in the morning light. For the first time I saw mother's hand at the hooks of her blouse. My heart almost skipped a beat in anticipation. My maid helped remove the rest of her sari. They kept chatting, as mother disrobed. Her big breasts swung free as they came off the tight clasp of her blouse. She was naked once again as she stepped out of her petticoat. 

My maid stole a quick glance at mom's large breasts commenting "Anita didi, my husband would love it, if I had boobs like yours."

Mother enjoyed the attention her breasts received, knowing it was the envy of many of her female friends, relatives and even my maid. The two women were standing facing each other as mother cupped and rubbed each massive globule making her nipples burst to life. My maid seeing this wasted no time in bringing her eager hands in contact with mother's naked body. She began from mother's shoulders, sliding her oily hands all over mother's soft skin. She began kneading, squeezing, cupping and tugging at them. They looked into each other's eyes, as they giggled shamelessly enjoying themselves.

"Ouch!" mother yelped as she felt my maid pinch her nipples.

Mother grabbed my maids blouse clad breasts and squeezed them in retaliation as my maid screamed.

"How does that feel?" mother asked with a smile. 

I was so engrossed in watching my maid explore mother's nakedness and feel her intimate parts, that I never realized the sheets had dropped exposing my erect uncircumcised manhood. They gasped as they saw my exposed erection, but said nothing. They stared at my manhood before continuing what they were doing.

Mother turned around giving my maid a full view of her naked behind.

"Anita didi, you have such lovely buttocks, they are so soft and full." my maid said lustily in our native language, as she rubbed mothers voluptuous behind.

My maid's eyes followed her hands as they rubbed, squeezed and traced every inch of mother's buttocks. While mother was enjoying my maid's exploration of her buttocks, she stole a few quick glances of my erection. Then my maid let her hands slip in-between mothers buttocks and pressed her finger at the opening of mother anus, without the slightest of hesitation. Mother gasped, as she clenched down her butt cheeks.

"Enjoying yourself, shameless?" mother playfully said to my maid.

My maid smiled slyly as she looked up raising her hands to mother's shoulders and turning her towards herself. I realized then, that this was nothing new to them and they had probably done it a million times before. Mother briefly closed her eyes as she felt my maid's hand circling her tummy, inching closer and closer to her thick mound of pubic hair. Both women fell silent, knowing full well what was to come. My maid gestured towards me, waiting for approval of my presence. Mother reciprocated by closing her eyes in approval.

My maid did something that shocked me. She dipped her hand into the oil and then brought it over mother's pubic mound. The two women looked into each other's eyes, as my maids hand searched for that delicate spot. When her fingers found the opening they gently eased in, as mother gasped bringing her hands to my maid's breasts. My maid showed a bit of reluctance, but one angry glare from mother devoid her of any remaining inhibitions. Mother undid her blouse exposing two very supple and perky breasts that were only slightly smaller than her own. I saw mother cup and squeeze them ruthlessly, as she brought her lips to one of my maids very erect nipples. 

"Ahhh didi!" my maid moaned.

My hands were hesitantly moving towards my erection.

Mother's breathing was getting harder as my maid's well lubricated fingers danced over her large erect clit. Mother was biting her lips and cupping her massive breasts as she felt her orgasm build up inside her. My maid and mother had grown up together almost like sisters. It seemed like second nature to them, knowing what the other felt and desired. Both women ignored my gaze, as my maid masturbated mother with almost clinical precision towards a loud and violent orgasm.

I stroked my erection in full view of the two women. My foreskin rode up and down the glans of my penis. I could see my maid's fingers as they entered and left mother's wet vagina, occasionally tugging on mothers protruding labial lips, sending a shiver up mother's body.

As she sensed mother's orgasm peak and mother's nails dig into her thigh she fastened the pace of her fingers. Biting her lips to control her own urge to scream as mother's nails tore into her thighs. Mother had eased her legs wide apart giving my maid full access to her most private area. Mother moaned loudly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, as her orgasm finally gave way. Her entire body shook violently, as she came. She moaned loudly, as her abdomen went into wild spasms and my maid's fingers buried themselves deep inside her womb.

I couldn't hold it any longer and felt my own orgasm explode. The sperms came flying out in thick ropes all over the bed. My entire body was pulsating uncontrollably.

Mother looked up and said "My son has finally grown into a man."

What happened next I only wish to reveal after a response from the audience.

Indian Mom: The Lesson



It had been three months since that erotic incident where my maid had helped satisfy mother's longing desire. We never got a chance to discuss the incident due to my exams. It was another weekend, when I found mother in her blouse and petticoat before the mirror.

She glanced back with a smile, catching me staring at her curvy behind. 

"Can't take your eyes of my butt?" she said playfully.

"Nooooo!!!" I replied red faced in defense.

"I don't know what the deal with my butt is, but people seem to be infatuated with it. "She proudly said running her hands over her buttocks.

I could feel my manhood strain against the thin material of my PJ's, the sight of her hands tracing her rear combined with her remarks was extremely arousing. 

"They are really soft you know!" she teased as she squeezed them in her hands.

"Want to feel them?" she playfully asked smiling wickedly.

"Yesss...." I half choked out, as my hand stretched out to touch them. 

I had never touched her this intimately before. She playfully wriggled her buttocks allowing me a few minutes of pure ecstasy. 

"Enjoying yourself?" she said with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye. 

I grinned and said "They are indeed soft, but extremely firm!"

"You think so? "she asked, trying to glance at the image of her butt in the mirror, making no attempt to remove my hands.

Glancing at the clock she exclaimed "Oh no it's getting late I need to hurry for my bath"

So saying she began to undo the string of her petticoat. She shamelessly dropped her petticoat exposing her naked buttocks to me. I was still sinking in their beauty when her blouse came off in rapid succession. She turned to check her figure in the mirror and noticed me staring at her naked body. 

"Your shameless! Would you like it, if I stared when you undress? " she chided.

"May be!" I cheekily replied.

Mother played along saying "Oh yeah, then I dare you to undress right now!"

Without much thought, I jumped at the challenge pulling my t-shirt over my head and dropping my pants along with my underwear to the floor, before stepping out of them. I could feel my flaccid penis rapidly growing. Mother instantly lowered her gaze to my crotch as my penis stood erect slightly exposing my pee slit through the opening of my foreskin.

"Somebody is feeling horny!" she giggled. I blushed and said "That's what a beautiful woman like you, can do to a man!"

"Are you trying to flirt with me " she laughed.

"No I really mean it Amma" I said moving closer to her I gave her a quick peck on her cheek. Taking my chin in her hand she bent my head, returned a peck on my forehead. Her sudden action forced my hand out and I felt her bare midriff against my palm. The skin on her tummy was supple and I made no extra effort to remove it from her belly. Instead I found myself caressing her belly, to which she didn't react. 

It was immensely arousing to be naked with mother. Getting no resistance I got bolder and brought my hand just under her right breast. She had sensed my longing to touch her breasts, but knew I wouldn't do so without her prodding. She enjoyed being in control and spared no opportunity to tease me.

"Getting bold are we?" she said teasingly.

"You want to feel them, don't you?" she giggled.

Grinning, I nodded.

"Ok just this one time for curiosities sake" she said knowing full well, she wanted it just as much.

I cupped her huge breasts, gently lifting them and feeling their weight. She moaned softly, as I touched her erect nipples letting my fingers circle her brown areolas. Soon I was pinching and pulling at her nipples. I guess women have a high tolerance of pain and I allowed myself to get pretty rough with her breasts. Mother just stood there amused, looking at me satisfy my curiosity.

"Relax sweetie! You can play as much as you want with them! There's no rush!" mother laughed at my eagerness. 

Her nipples stuck out like little thumbs and her puckered areolas were now smooth. I looked at her before bringing my mouth on her nipple. She let a slight moan as I violently sucked the nipple into my mouth. 

"Aaaaiiiiiiii!!!!" she gasped, biting her lower lip, with her eyes shut tightly. I bit on the nipple, then sucked and gorged myself with as much of her breast as possible.

Having satisfied my curiosity with her breasts, I shifted my attention to her pubic region. Unhurriedly I ran my hands down her tummy, briefly pausing to feel her navel until. As my hands slid further down, I could feel the top of her pubic hair. I searched her eyes in approval, before proceeding.

"You aren't going any lower are you?" she asked bashfully.

"Can I?" I asked cunningly.

"Your incorrigible you know" she said.

"Jesus!" she gasped, as my fingers found clit, through her thick pubic hair.

As I continued tracing her labial lips, I could feel the wetness of her vagina. 

"Okay hurry up!" she demanded.

"Ooooo" she moaned as I managed to slip a finger inside her vagina.

"Amma can we make love?" I asked boldly.

With a concerned look on her face she took hold of my erection in her delicate hands and said "I know your curious, excited and horny allowing you to explore is one thing but intercourse is much more of an emotional thing for me. I need to think about having you inside me ".

Seeing the disappointment in my face she said "But look I have something in mind that is just as pleasurable."

My heart skipped a beat when she cheerfully said "You can stick it in-between my butt cheeks, but no penetrating, I'm sure it's the same as being in a vagina if not better."

She gently stroked my erection, as she waited for my reaction. I nodded without much thought. I didn't want to dispute whatever little I was getting .

She then took some a bottle of oil and applied it to my penis, when she was done she asked me to apply some around her butt. I explored all her holes, slipping a finger in, as I massaged her fleshy buttocks.

"Chee!! Your dirty, inserting a finger in my bum." she said as she secretly enjoying my probing fingers in denial. 

My erection brushed against her voluptuous behind as she turned round. With her back facing me she parted her butt cheeks and bent forward slightly. 

Looking back with her big eyes she said "Okay come closer and place your penis between my butt cheeks, you can let the tip rest against my anus."

Pealing back my foreskin, I guided my penis in between her spread butt cheeks bringing the bare tip of my penis in contact with her anal opening. Her butt cheeks engulfed my erect manhood as she let go of her cheeks. 

"Sonu it's so warm, Stay still! Don't move as yet." she whimpered enjoying my erection press against an intimate part of her body.

Raising her hands to her hips she began gently swaying her hips from side to side. I could feel my orgasm starting to build up. 

"This is how it feels when you're inside a woman" she said with a smile looking at my controlled expression in the mirror.

She had brought her hands up to her breasts cupping them as she clenched and released her butt cheeks in rapid successions making my orgasm nearer. 

"This is how it would feel when the woman is having an orgasm" she said pinching her erect nipples. 

She hadn't judged my sensitivity and tightly clenched her butt cheeks around my erection. 

"Does it feel good between mommies bum?" she playfully giggled

"Yessss!" I managed to gasp.

I could bare it no longer feeling the urgent need to cum I involuntarily thrust forward into her buttocks. The well oiled head of my penis easily finding her anal opening. 

" Nooo! Ahhhh! Ouch! "she screamed as she bit her lips.

" Sonu, I'm not ready Ahhhh!" she screamed out as I felt my penis enter her tight hole.

"Amma I'm coming Ahhhh! Please!" I begged.

"Slowly!" she hissed, in her rather reluctant consent.

It was more pain than pleasure she felt, but she managed to control her anguish in order to allow me my pleasure. I felt her anus relaxing as my erection eased into her. 

"Ohhh my ...!" she exclaimed squirming her buttocks and thighs to assist my entry. 

Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back on my shoulder as my orgasm exploded inside her sweet bum. I could smell her shampoo as I whispered into her ears "Amma I'm coming!" 

She nodded in acknowledgement, her eyes still closed as she felt my pulsating penis pump wades of semen deep into her bowls. Her bangles clanked, as she through her hands back over her head around my neck . When I was fully spent, I stood motionless for a moment, giving her time to recover from the painful ordeal. My hands were gently caressing her sides, tracing the slopes and curves of her voluptuous body. 

"God that hurt Sonu!" she cried out, feeling the last of my semen being pumped into her.

"I'm sorry Amma" I said. 

With motherly tenderness she said "It's okay sweetie, I should have anticipated your eagerness, I can handle a little pain. "

"Oh Amma it felt so good to come inside you!!" I said.

"It's getting late Sonu, I better go have my bath!!" she gleamed, knowing the full extent of pleasure she had just given me.

Still inside her I could feel my penis going soft. She slowly broke my embrace pulling her butt away from my groin, as I felt my rather limp penis stretch as it slid out of her anus 

"Ouch!!!" she gasped as the thick knob of my penis left her delicate opening. 

She left for the bath with her hand shamelessly in between her buttocks trying to massage her sore opening.



Indian Mother & Son In Rice Fields



This story is about my mother Sushma and myself. My name is Ramesh and we live in a village near Indore in Madhya Pradesh. My father Sh Raghunath has gone to England, to try for better luck there last year. He has told us that he will come back every year, for an annual leave of about 2 months, but now he has told that he cannot return for 5 years, as to get a permanent visa there, he has to stay in that country for 5 years continuously.

This has been a shocking news for me and my mother, as it will mean that still for another 4 years we will not be able to meet my father. 

Let me introduce you to my family. I am only child of my parents. I am 20 years old, well built and standing at 6' tall, with about 80kg weight . we are basically farmers and hard work in fields and having milk and good diet at home has developed me like a bull. I am studying in BA 1st year. I am very horny guy and having sex relationship with 3-4 girls of my village. 

We have big agricultural land and our fields are far from the village. We normally grow rice and sugar cane crops. We have our cattle shed also in the fields, where I daily go for work and many a times my mother also go with me to help.

My mother is of about 43 years old. As she belong to a farmer family and due to hard work at home and in fields, she is very well built. Though she is bit dark in color but she is very chubby and plump in body. As she is well and tight built, so she does not seems to be fat but plump. Her body weight must be about 75 kg at 5'6' tall. Her body contours will be about 42-36-40, though I had never got any chance to check her undergarments but she is very big and chubby lady.

I have already told that she is chubby in physique. Her boobs are very big, the size is about 38DD and also her back and buttocks are very fleshy. When she walks, her big buttocks jiggle in her sari and give a very sexy image. 

She always wears sari at home and outside. In summer season, she discards the sari and wears only petticoat and blouse at home, which give a very sexy and clear view of her dark but very big boobs and in petticoat her big buttocks are clear to my lusty views. I think in times of summer heat she does not wear panty even, because many a times, while ogling her big body I failed to find her panty outline. 

I had been ogling her boobs and sexy and curvy body in blouse secretly at home. I don't know if she was aware of my ogling or not, but she never gave an indication of having noticed my lusty looks.

Being my father away, has made me "man of the house". My mother used to tease me by calling "man of the house", whenever I refused to do some work asked by her.

As I was regularly fucking my girl friends in college and getting ration for my big cock, so I never tried anything with my mother but just used to watch her sexy body which was on free display at home. I was not having any intention to fuck my own mother.

I don't know about the sex life of my mother, but I thought that she must be masturbating in her bedroom. Now, as about one year has passed for my father to having gone to England and mother must be starving for a real fuck. And the news that father will not be able to come back for another 4 years was really shocking news. Also my mother was physically fit and sexy lady, so I didn't know how she will be able to handle her sex life.

Since, having got the news of father not coming home, I had noticed that mother was feeling somewhat itchy. She was like a bitch in heat. Many a times I had heard her moans in her bedroom, as she had increased her masturbation sessions.

As these were the very hot summer days, so at home I used to wear only a lungi while keeping upper body naked and mother only petticoat and blouse. Many a times I had noticed her watching my bare chest and bulging muscles in chest and abs. certainly those looks were not of a mother but lusty glances from a sex starved horny lady. Sometimes she used to tease me saying that as my father is not there and I was the "man of the house" so I should take care of "all the duties of a man of house like my father did". 

There was a clear hidden message. I also started feeling the heat and used to joke back in such times saying that she was "lady of the house" so she also should do all the duties as such. To such replies she normally answered in a joking tone," if you do your side of duty then I am also ready to do my duties." Such were the pranks we used to call on each other, but still we had not done anything to cross the limit.

Due to sweat her blouse normally became translucent and I have noticed that her bulging boobs were clearly visible from it. Usually she was not wearing a bra underneath so her dark nipples, which were big as grapes and big areola was clearly visible to my ogling and lusty eyes. 

I noticed that when I used to leach at her, she had a mischievous smile on her face but she never reprimanded me for that, or gave an indication that she was aware of my ogling. The same way, sometimes when I was having a morning hard on and going to bathroom, she would ogle my hard cock and in the same way I would show as if I had not seen her ogling my hard cock.

I wanted to fuck her and make love to her, but the ice between us was, of a mother son relationship and it was still there and I didn't know how to melt it. So I was just waiting for the lucky day.

One day the sky was cloudy. We had planted rice in our fields and filled them with water. Mom asked me to go to fields to check if the water is properly filled and no breakage to the mud barriers shielding the water was there, because if the water spills out, we will again have to fill the fields and it will cost much.

I was reluctant to go and wanted to watch some porn on my computer. Mom insisted me to go, and even offered to go along with me to help me in checking the fields.

I agreed to her as it would mean that I will be there in secluded fields with mother and I wanted to spend some time with her.

We both started to fields. Mom was wearing her usual sari and I was wearing my lungi and T shirt.

As our fields were far from the house and village so it took us about ½ hour to reach there. We were having our normal chat on the way. When we reached our rice fields, the sky was overcast with clouds. It seemed that it will start raining anytime. We were not having any umbrella to save us from rain. The only shelter available was our cow shed, but that also was still far on the other side of the fields.

Before we could think anything, suddenly the rain started. We were getting wet. Mother asked me to check the rice fields for water storage. She also started checking the mud boundaries made to stop water from slipping. 

We found that on one place the mud guarding the water had broken and water was flowing out with speed. Mother asked me to put mud on the breakage. I put some mud but it was also washed in the speed of water.

Mother asked me to give her the mud and she will put it on breakage. She was bending from waist down and putting mud on breakage. I stood in front of her and was handing her the wet mud to put on breakage. As mother was bending down from waist, so from her blouse, her boobs were bulging our. It was an erotic scene. As her boobs were big in size and due to her bending, I could see right up to her nipples. Her nipples were getting erect and I was enjoying the free show to me.

I was giving her mud and my attention was on her cleavage, which was clearly visible to my lusty eyes. Mother also noticed my eyes fixed on her boobs, but she pretended as if she had not noticed me watching her dangling boobs and kept bending the same way and kept busy. She was moving sideways while putting mud on the sides and with her movements, her boobs were also dangling sideways like a pendulum. It was a very erotica scene and my cock started getting hard.

Rain was getting fast and we both were drenched in rain. As the cow shed was only shelter and far away, so we could not do anything. Both of us were drenched and our clothes had clung to our bodies as if the clothes were pasted on our skin. Her sexy body and boobs were more prominent. As nobody else was there, so I was enjoying the fleshy body of my mother.

Our clothes were wet and hence her black bra was clearly visible. Suddenly the water from a nearby place also started flowing out. 

Mother rushed to that place to save water and asked me to hurry and give her the mud to put there. She again bent waist down as before but now the mud was on her back side. So I had to stand behind her and give her the mud. I noticed that due to getting wet, her sari had gone translucent and her black panty was also clearly visible to me.

I was deliberately standing right behind her so that I may watch her big buttocks. Her panty was clearly visible in her wet sari and I was enjoying it like anything. Mother perhaps knew of my lusty eyes glued to her butt but she did not say anything. Suddenly she moved back while putting mud on the broken point and her buttocks touched my hard cock.

I feared that mother will admonish me but she kept bending like before as if nothing has happened. As she was silent so it gave me courage and my cock twitched again and now it was throbbing. Mother's panty was a small V shape, and it disappeared in her buttocks. From the back side only the upper side of her panty was visible. Otherwise it seemed as if she was not wearing any panty at all. The outlines of her buttocks were clear visible from the wet petticoat. 

I was giving her the mud and she was putting it on the broken fence. I was time and again touching my throbbing cock on her butt and ass but she was behaving as if she was totally oblivious to the hard and hot cock poking her butt crack. This was the situation to my advantage and I was taking the maximum benefit of it.

After some time, the fence of mud was ok and water was not rushing out. So mother stood straight and looking toward my hard cock, which was by now making a tent in the lungi, asked me to wash our hands of mud and go back to our house.

I washed my hands of the mud on my hands with the water logged in the rice fields. I was thinking as to how to enjoy with her more or to make another move. Then mother also washed her hands with the water in field, and turned to go back to our home. 

Just then, as she turned and moved towards our house, she slipped on the muddy and wet fence of the rice field and fell on butt in the muddy water in the field. As the mud fence, to stop the water from spilling out was wet and slippery and it was the only place to move, so mother slipped and fell. She felled on her butt and all her sari and herself was dirty with mud. The mud was there on her sari and on her big buttocks. 

She cried out a bit due to the fall and tried to stand up again. I tried to help her and gave her my hand. She was lying in the mud and muddy water. She held my hand and pulling it towards her tried to stand up. But as she was very heavy and plump, so when she pulled my hand for support, she pulled me along and I also fell in the muddy water. Now we both mother and son were fallen in mud and our clothes were pasted with wet mud.

I got up and reaching behind my mother, put my hands below her armpits to support her to stand up. As I put my arms under armpits, and circled them around her waist to help her to stand up, my arms touched her big boobs. As her boobs were very big, so they were resting on my forearms.

Mother felt my arms on her boobs, but didn't say anything, and taking support of my arms pulling her, she tried to get up. When she tried to get up, she naturally bent a bit forward for balance. And when she got up, and my arms were still encircling her like an embrace from back side, my hard cock touched firmly her buttocks, and due to rubbing of her butts on my cock, my lungi became filled with mud on my cock area.

She stood up, and her all back side ( buttocks) were filled with mud, and also my front side( my cock) was also filled with wet mud, due to touching her back while helping her to get up.

As a reflex action, I tried to rub my hands on her buttocks to remove the mud from her butts. I was trying to sweep away the mud from her butts. Actually I was not trying to rub her buttocks but was only trying to clear the mud from her sari.

Mother felt my hands rubbing on her buttocks, but she didn't stopped me. Perhaps she was enjoying the touch of a male hand on her big buttocks. I also felt that actually I was rubbing with pressure, my own mother's buttocks. This sensation increased my lust and I started rubbing her butts more vigorously.

In reciprocation mother also tried to sweep away the mud from my front side, and started clearing the mud from my lungi. My lungi was raised above as my cock was rock hard. But mother didn't seem to mind it and in the pretext of cleaning my lungi of mud, kept rubbing her hand on my hard cock. 

Obviously we both were in heaven. We were enjoying our sex game in the pretext of mud. But naturally we could not keep doing it for long. 

Our clothes were totally filled with mud and also drenched with rain, so I asked mother to go to home and get ourselves new and dry clothes. Mother looked toward my tented lungi, which was still muddy and also her own sari in the same condition and pointing toward my lungi ( perhaps my hard cock), said in a husky tone,

"Ramesh! Just look your condition. Do you think we can go to our home through village in such condition. We both seem to have wrestling match in mud."

I also looked on our condition and said,

"Mom! There is our cattle shed nearby. There is also a room for our servant. He lives there to look after our cattle, but these days he has gone to his native village for some days. There is nobody inside. Let's go there. There is also a cemented tank of water for cattle, and we can wash our muddy clothes there and also wait for some time for the rain to stop and also our wet clothes may dry up a bit. Then we may go home."

Mother said,

"Ramesh! You are right. Let's go to servant quarter and get our clothes cleaned. And by that time the rain may also stop."

We both went toward servant room near cattle shed. Mother was walking ahead of me, as her wet sari was glued to her body, so her very big buttocks were swaying sideways and giving a sexy scene and making my already hard cock, much more harder every second. I was rubbing my cock through my lungi and walking behind my mother.

We reached inside servant quarter. Mother was standing near me. She was silent and thinking what to say or to do.

We both were feeling horny and knew that, but our mother son relationship and also the natural hesitation was there.

After a small pause, I said,

"Mom! You take off your clothes and after washing them in the water in bucket, put them on the cord, to dry them up.'

Mother hesitatingly untied her sari and put in water bucket. I also untied my lungi and also banyan and put in water. I was standing in just my underwear, which was totally wet and my cock was getting more hard and prominent by seeing mother in only petticoat and blouse. My cock was tight and making a big tent in my underwear.

Mother also saw, my raging hard on and a smile came on her lips. She saw my muscular body and my gym sculpted abs. I was looking like a big bull. Mother was watching my almost nude body but there was lust in her eyes instead of pride of a mother. 

I was also ogling her body. Pointing toward the mud on her petticoat, I hit an idea and said,

"Mom! See your petticoat is also filled with mud. Also your blouse & petticoat are drenched in rain. So you may take these also off and washing the mud away, put these on cord to clean and dry up."

Mother could sense the lust in my tone and my ogling eyes. She said in whispering tone,

"Ramesh! Have you gone mad. How can I open my petticoat and blouse in front of you?"

I said, "Mother! What do you say this? I am your son and have tasted your milk thousands of times in childhood. I am your son and your own creation. There is nothing to be shy of your own son. No one is here except we both and also nobody is going to come here, as the servant is gone to his native and there is raining heavily outside. So please don't be shy and open your clothes. Otherwise you may get cold and your clothes may also not dry up. See I am also standing in just underwear."

Mother thought something and then hesitantly said,

"Ramesh! It is very odd and shameless to open my petticoat & blouse before you, and also I feel bad as I am so fat and old. I have gained a lot of weight and look so fat and ugly. I myself feel ashamed to look at my own body. How can I open the clothes before you?"

Saying this, mother kept still and silent. I joking and making the atmosphere light, smilingly said,

"Oh mother! What do you say? Who says you are fat. You are so fit and beautiful. I think there is no lady in the village who can compete you in beauty. Even the girls of my college will die to get a sexy body like you."

In the heat of lust, I called my mother "sexy". I was fearful, but mother didn't seemed to mind this word.

She smilingly said,

"Ramesh! It is so nice of you to speak all this, but I know that you are flattering your old and fat mother. Actually you are so handsome. I had never noticed before that you have developed like a bull. See how big your arms and your abs are. You are so handsome. I bet there must be so many girls in your college dying to befriend with you."

I smilingly said,

"Mom! I don't like the girls in my college. They all are so thin. Now the trend is changing. Now the boys like the girls who are big and plump and chubby like you. The time had gone when boys lusted skinny girls. But now the boys love only the girls, who have some flesh on them, so that when they love each other, it doesn't seem that he is caressing a bunch of bones, rather the boys now love big girls like you. So I was not flattering you, but you are actually very beautiful and sexy according to modern likings. You have the body, which the young girls will die for. Anyway we will discuss, my girlfriends later, as it is getting late. Now you open your blouse and petticoat and let your clothes dry."

Saying this I smiled on her. 

Mother shyly opened her blouse and threw it in the water bucket. She was having a protruding big belly and her big boobs were confined in her small black bra. Her bra was small to her big boobs. She must be 38DD minimum, and her boobs were bulging out of her bra. Also her bra was wet and fit, so her boobs and even her big areola was also clearly visible through it. Her nipples were so big, and I could see the outline of them in bra. The nipples must be about 1- 1 ½ inches long and erect. I don't know whether the nipples were erect due to her feeling chill through wet bra or she was feeling horny, but she looked a goddess of sex.

Automatically a whistle came from my mouth. Mother turned red on hearing it and I also was ashamed. I innocently said to her,

"Mom! I am sorry for whistle, but this is a proof that you are so beautiful. You call yourself fat, but I can bet that if you go in public in modern clothes, you will turn many heads and will kill many passersby with your looks only."

Mother was naturally shy and said,

"Ramesh! Thank you so much for your compliments but don't forget that I am your mother and a son is not supposed to say all these words to his mother, also son is not considered to whistle his own mother."

I replied, "Mom! I am sorry, but you call me "man of the house" , and he has this right to his " lady of the house". I am having the position of my father, I should be given all the rights available to him and so I can admire my beautiful " lady of the house"."

Mother was shy but she again teasingly said,




Indian Mother & Son In Rice Fields



"Ramesh! don't expect everything available to your father. You may be in his position, but still there are certain limits as you are also my son." 

Saying this mother mischievously smiled.

I was also in teasing mood, so I continued,

"Mom! OK. Don't waste time and open your petticoat now, as it will take more time to dry."

Mother was already looking for this, so she hesitantly loosened the cord of her petticoat and it fell on her feet. Mother was really very big and chubby. Her thighs were big and like the stems of a banana tree. Her buttocks were so big and sexy. She was wearing a small panty, which was fixed on her cunt. On the back side the panty was getting in her big butts and it seemed she was standing nude. Even some black public hairs were peeping out from the corners of her panty. 

Her cunt was so puffy and swollen. It was big. Mother was standing now in just her small bra and panty. Never in my life, had I thought of looking my beautiful and plump mother in such revealing clothes.

We both were horny like hell. My cock was twitching and throbbing in my underwear and the tent was getting more and more prominent. As mother had discarded her clothes with her own wish, so it was clear that many of mother son issues were already cleared. I again teasingly and jokingly said,

"Mom! With great efforts, I had stopped myself from whistling again. But still I tell you that you deserve not one but many more whistles from your " man of the house". You are really so sexy and beautiful that I feel proud to be " man of the house" to such a "lady of the house".

Mother was red with shame and behaving like a teenager girl. She was blushing with shyness, but didn't stopped me from ogling her almost naked beauty. She was fully aware of my eyes, examining her body, but kept behaving as if she was oblivious of it.

I asked mother to spread the clothes on the cord tied in the room, so that they may dry. Mother took her petticoat and blouse form the ground and spread them on cord. When she raised her hand over her head to put the clothes, she had to stand straight and also she parted her legs a bit for balance. My eyes were glued on her panty clad cunt and bra clad boobs and mother was also aware of my ogling her, but was silent.

When she raised her hands to put the clothes, her big and hairy armpits came in view. Perhaps she never shaved them and her big hairy armpits were on clear display before me. I, in a teasing tone spoke,

"Mom! Don't you also, shave yourself. See so big hair are peeping out."

Though I was referring to her armpits, but mother thought me to speak about her public hair. So as soon as I spoke of her, not getting shaved, she immediately put her hands on her cunt and covering herself with hands, spoke to me,

"Oh my GOD, it is so shameful. Am I showing myself so much in this small panty. Ramesh! You are so bad to look my public hair and to check, if I shave myself down there or not."

She was standing with legs closed and covering herself with her hands. But there was still no sign of real anger on her face. I smilingly said,

"Mom! There are 2 things. First is that I was not speaking about your public hair, down there, behind this panty. Actually I was referring to your armpits as your big hair were showing while you raised your hands. Secondly do you also not shave yourself down there and love it hairy?"

Mother's face was again red with shame as if caught red handed. She was blushing and not making eye contact with me. Shyly she moved her hands from her cunt, and sat on the cot. I also sat near her. Her body odor was so fine and intoxicating. She was almost naked and I was also wearing only my small V shape underwear and my cock was now aching with tightness.

Mother kept her face toward ground and shyly spoke,

"Ramesh! I am sorry. Actually I mistook you to be speaking about my big public hair. I don't shave myself. You know your father is far away and will come after 4 years and I am all alone, so I got a bit careless also. Also I never thought that a moment will come, when my own son will find that I don't shave myself. I am sorry. Anyway you were saying that "I also don't shave". Whom were you referring then? Who else don't shave? Were you telling about your girlfriend?"

Saying this mother smiled and again teasingly looked toward me. I was sitting so near to her that our thighs were touching each other, but mother was not doing any attempt to move away.

I looked straight in her eyes and smilingly said,

"Mom! I have already told you that I like the girls who have big and plump body like you. Secondly I had never checked my girlfriend to know if she shaves herself down there or not, because I don't like her thin body and so I never tried to reach inside her panty, though she is always ready for it. Actually I was referring to myself. I also love it hairy. I never shave myself down there. It feels so good to move fingers in that. So when I found that you also don't shave yourself down there, I was happy. You are so beautiful and your nature of keeping yourself hairy also matches mine. Though now I find that so many long hair are protruding outside your panty but then I referred to your armpits."

We both were horny. And also looking each other in so less clothes, was making our hormones raging with lust. 

Mother smilingly and playfully poked her finger in my ribs, but didn't tried to cover her hairy cunt this time, though I pointed to her public hair poking out of her panty, but she smilingly said,"you are a liar. I can see that your armpits are shaved, but you find me unshaved, so to make me happy, you lie that you also keep it unshaved. No public hair is poking out of your underwear, I am sure that you shave down there also."

Saying this mother smiled proudly as if she has caught a thief. 

I was a bit angry and said, "I am not a liar. I can prove myself. I take off my underwear, and you can see it for yourself."

Saying this I got up from the cot and put my fingers in my waist band. Mother was stunned . she thought that I was going to remove my underwear. So she immediately stopped me and said, "Ramesh! What are you going to do? Please don't remove it. I agree that you shave yourself, but please don't take it off."

I sat again on the cot, but still feigning angry, I said, "Mom! You call me liar. But I will prove that I am not. You don't want me to see it, so you may feel it."

Saying this I got hold of her hand and put it near to my waistband. Mother was horrified. She didn't expect me to do it. So with a reflex action, she tried to withdrew her hand, but as I expected it, so I was holding her hand firmly and didn't allowed her to pull it.

Angrily mother admonished me, "Ramesh! What the hell you are doing? I am your mother."

I spoke in an assuring tone, "Mom! I am just letting you feel the hairs near my waistband to prove that I am not a liar."

Saying this I gently pulled her hand near my waist and pushed her fingers under the waistband. Mother was showing reluctance and pulling her hand back, but there was not enough power in her pull. It showed that she was in a way willing to feel my public hair.

Now her hand was almost 2 inches inside my waistband, and she was moving her fingers in my public hair. I kept my hand on her wrist, so that she may not pull it back, but she kept her hand inside my underwear. I was in heaven, as my mother moving her fingers in my public hair and caressing near the base of my cock, made my cock rock hard. The tent in my underwear was prominent and mother's eyes were glued to my cock.

I gently pulled her hand a bit more inside, and spoke,

"Mom! Is it clean shaved. Do you still call me a liar?" speaking this, I kept pulling her hand inside the underwear. 

Now her fingers were near the base of my cock, but she had still not touched it.

Mother spoke, "Ramesh! You were right. Your abs feel so fit and hard. You have developed into a stud and fit. I am proud that my son has developed such a nice body."

I took the opportunity and again spoke, "Mom! See it is just because of your caring. In childhood, I have drank the milk from your breasts. These have made me so powerful. It is only because of the nourishment from your milk."

Mother was happy to hear it and smiled lovingly. Sensing the opportunity, I added,

"Mother! If you don't mind, I want to see the breasts, which gave me milk in childhood and nourishing me, developed me to a big man. Also your bra is wet, please open it so that I may dry up and also I may look the same breasts, which fed me in childhood." ( during all this period, I kept her hand in my underwear, and mother kept caressing my public hair, though she was not touching my cock, but her hand was dangerously near to the base of it).

Mother's face was red with shyness and admonishingly she said, "Ramesh! You are so naughty. Now you are grown up, so how can I show my breasts to you? It is so wrong."

I said, "Mom. There is nothing wrong. A son has always a right to his mother's breasts. Also you are so beautiful and your breasts are so big and seems hard. You are more beautiful than any teenager girl, inside your bra. You should rather be proud of it. Look the bra is so small and already about 80% of your breasts are visible otherwise, so there is no harm if you open the bra. This way your wet bra will also dry up and I will also be able to see them."

Mother thought something for some moments. ( perhaps she was also horny and burning in lust, so as our talk was gradually moving towards bigger heights, she also decided to keep the pace on and said,

"Ramesh! You are right. You have seen my breasts and milked them countless times in childhood. So I think it is not a big issue to open my bra. But you will not touch me there."

Before it that I may say something she brought her hand on her back and tried to open her bra hook. But as her one hand was trapped in my underwear, so it was not possible to open the bra with one hand. 

Sensing that now she may pull her hand from my underwear, I stopped her and said,

"Mom! One minute. Let me open the hooks from backside." 

Saying this I put my hand behind her back to open the bra. As we were sitting near to each other, so when I encircled my hands on her back, I , in a way, hugged her. My mother was fat and chubby so my arms were short for her body. I was trying to open the hooks and in this process, I was virtually hugging her tight. Her boobs were pressed with my naked chest. As she was also wearing only a bra, so her boobs were almost naked. 

We both were in a way in an embrace. It looked as if I was hugging her. Her nipples were tight and poking in my bare chest. My breathing increased and my cock twitched with happiness. A moan also came from mother's mouth. I was taking time to open the bra as I was enjoying the feel of her tight boobs on my bare chest. After some time I untied her bra, and lowered her bra straps and took the bra off her body and put it on one side.

Oh my GOD! What a sight it was. My mother had the biggest boobs, I had ever seen. They were blackish in color and like a ripe big water melon. She had areola of the size of about 3 inches, but her nipples were almost 1 inch size. 

Mom was shy and tried to cover her boobs with one hand also she was not making eye contact with me. (her another hand was already in my underwear and caressing my public hair, she didn't withdrew it, but only tried to cover with one hand. It showed that she was enjoying the feel of my public hair.)

I gently pulled her hand aside and said in a loving tone,

"Oh Mom! You are really an angle. Your breasts are so big and beautiful. They are bigger and still very tight. Mom see, they are not sagging a bit even."

Mother looked down on her breasts and said,

"Ramesh , my son! I am getting old. My breasts used to be so tight, but now they are sagging down."

I took the opportunity and putting my both hands under her boobs, cupped them and raising them upside said,

"No mom! Your boobs are not sagging. They are just big, so due to their weight they seem to be sagging. But I can feel that they are so firm. Your boobs are tight like a teenager girl. I am sure they must be tasty also."

Saying this, and before mother could say anything or understand, I squeezed her boobs and put my mouth on them. I took almost whole of her right boob areola in my mouth and starting chewing her boobs.

Mother jumped with surprise as she was not expecting me to put my mouth on them. She tried to push my head away and said in admonishing tone,

"Ramesh! What is this? This is so bad. I am your mother. Stop it."

I raised my mouth from her boob and making eye contact said,

"Mom! I am your son, so being a son putting my mouth on your boobs is my birthright. Otherwise you call me "man of the house", so I have not to ask permission to lick the boobs of "lady of the house". So in both cases you are not supposed to stop me. Also see your tits are so tasty and after years of time, now I can taste the nectar from them."

Saying this I again kept my mouth on her boobs and kept licking her boobs. I took her nipple in my teeth and started gently biting them. Mother was resisting and trying to push me away, but with every passing minute her resistance was fading away and she had started enjoying the boob sucking.

Now delightful moans were coming out of her mouth and she was enjoying the incest sucking. Her moans were getting louder and she was moving her fingers in my head and gently pushing my head on her boobs.

I was alternating her boobs, and while I was squeezing her boob with one hand, I was sucking the other boob vigorously. Mother was moving her other hand in my underwear but she was not touching my cock. She was enjoying my sucking of boobs and her moaning was increasing. 

After some time, I took raised my head and said in affectionate tone, "Mother thank you so much to let me suck the milk from your boobs again. This is the milk which had developed me from a small infant child to a 6' man with 7 inches. If you let me suck these regularly, I will certainly be increased in height and length."

My words were double meaning. I don't know if mother understood or not, but feigning innocent she asked, "I know you are 6 feet high, but what is this "7 inches man"? I could not understand."

I pretending to shy said,

"Oh sorry Mom! 6 ft high means, my height is 6 ft and 7 inches man means, the length of manhood." 

Saying this I blushed shyly. This was the first time I used the word "manhood", with mother. Mother also went silent on hearing it. But then, as if to make the atmosphere lighter, she smilingly said,

"This is the common habit of all men. You men, always exaggerate your man power. A 4 inches man calls himself, to be 5-6 inches but never 3 inches. So you are. Saying this she smiled on me.

I took it offensive and pretending as if it hurt my ego, I said, "Mom! I am not a liar. I can prove myself that I may be a bit longer than 7 inches, but not less than that."

Saying this, I stood up and putting fingers in my waistband, I lowered my underwear and my black and thick cock, which was so tight as an iron rod, came out of the confinement of clothes and jerked upward. My cock was very thick and big. It was dangling like a big cucumber and jerking up and down. My cock was throbbing in lust. 

Mother again jumped with surprise and said, " Ramesh! Have you gone mad? What are you doing this? Have you got no shame. I am your mother. How can you remove your clothes and stand nude like this?"

She was pretending to be angry, but there was clearly lack of anger on her face. Her eyes were glued to my big and tight cock. I was standing near to her, and she could see my cock clearly. 

My cock was so tight that its veins were filled with blood and visible clearly on my cock. It was throbbing with lust and looking toward ceiling of room as a flagpole. The skin of my cock head was stretched backward and the tomato shaped big cock head was standing with all its glory. My cockhead was big like a peach cock was throbbing with lust.

My cock was really big for my age and also mother was looking a cock after more than a year. And as she was not getting a cock and starving for it for a long time. So she was amazed to see my big cock. 

She kept her eyes glued to my cock and said, "Ramesh! It is so bad for a son to stand naked before his mother like this, but I agree that you were right. Your this thing is not only so big, but also very thick also. You are really much bigger than your father."

I took the opportunity and said, "Mom! You see it is not less than 7 inches long and 4 inches in girth. It is not only big but you can feel that it is so tight and hot also."

Saying this I took mother's hand and before she could sense my intention, I took her hand on my cock and keeping my own hand on her hand, I wrapped her fingers around my cock. Mother was not expecting it at all. 

She tried to pull her hand, but I was already ready for it, so I kept my hand firmly on her hand and kept her hand wrapped around my cock.

Now she looked really angry and said, "Ramesh! This is really too much. You are crossing the limit. We are mother and son and this is very wrong. We should not do like this."

She tried to pull her hand but I kept her hand on my cock and said,

"Mom it is not your son, but the "man of the house". A "lady of the house" has every right to know the size of this. Also I am just proving that I am not a liar. Now you tell, if it is tight and hot or not?"

Mother was also so horny now and also she was starving for a real fuck for so long time, so perhaps she also thought that we have already gone so far for a mother and son and already crossed many barriers for a mother and son. 

And also perhaps she also wanted to feel a real big cock in her hand. So she didn't reply anything. But also she didn't pull her hand back and kept her hand wrapped around my big cock.

She kept silent for some time. I sat near her and again kept my hands on her boobs and started fondling them. Also I again put my mouth on her right boob and started sucking it. Mother was also in lust and horny as hell. She was a bitch in heat now. So she started caressing her hand on my cock. She was moving her hand on the entire length of my cock. 

The rain outside was still on, with fierce speed, so there was no chance of anyone coming to this far away place. Mother shyly said,

"Ramesh! You are really bigger than you father. He must be about half of your size. You are so tight there and it seems that I may holding a hot iron rod in my hand. One day you are going to make a girl very happy. I am proud that you are my son and came from my body."

I took the point and said, "Mom! I am also proud to be your son. I know I came out of you. Many a times I think and wonder, about how would be the place, from where I came to this world. I may have seen my birthplace in childhood, but I don't know anything. Mother! I want to see my birthplace. Please quench my this query. Mother see I am sitting totally nude and also you are wearing only a panty. Mother, I want to see my birthplace. Please remove your panty also, so that today I may see my birthplace."

Saying this, I put my hand on her panty and looked toward her for her reply. Mother was red with shame and said,

"Ramesh! You are increasing your demands one by one. You know how wrong it is to see me naked. Just imagine what will happen, if anybody come to know of it? This all is getting out of hand. Please stop it now."

I stopped her and said, "Mother! the rain is so strong and also we are so far away from the village and in our own fields. Nobody is going to come here. Please remove your panty and let me see your cunt. Also it will give a chance for your panty to dry up."




Indian Mother & Son In Rice Fields



In the heat of lust I spoke "cunt", but mother was perhaps equally horny and didn't seem to mind my filthy language. She kept silent.

Sensing it to be her silent approval, I put my fingers in her panty and tried to lower it. Mother silently raised her buttocks off the bed to let me remove her panty. I pulled it down and the panty, passing along her raised buttocks, kept lowering till her knees and then using my toes, I pulled it out of her legs and kept it away.

Now mother was sitting totally nude, on the bed. We both were nude and in our birthday suits. Mother's cunt was filled with long black public hair. But it was very puffy and swollen. It looked very beautiful. Seeing her cunt ( my own birthplace), my cock starting throbbing and became so tight that it started aching. 

Mother was feeling shame and was not making an eye contact with me. Still she was watching my throbbing cock, which was moving up and down, like the handle of a hand pump. She was holding my throbbing cock in her hand and caressing it on its full length.

I immediately put my hand on her cunt and cupping it in my palm, lovingly I said,

"Mom! You are really so gorgeous. Your cunt is so beautiful and so big and puffy that no girl can match the beauty of your cunt. It is covered with beautiful black hair. Also see how hot it is? It is so wet and oozing nectar. "

Saying this I put the tip of my finger on the entrance of her cunt and inserted one knuckle in her cunt. Her cunt was so wet and oozing her cunt juices and was so slippery that my finger went inside without any hindrance. 

Mother gave a loud moan. She was whimpering and squirming but this time didn't try to dislodge my finger from her cunt. I took it to a positive sign that perhaps due to her lust, she had also stopped resisting. 

She was still holding my cock in her hand and was moving her hand along the length of it. A drop of pre cum has come on the tip of my cock head and mother rubbed it on the tip itself and made my cock slippery and easy for her to move her hand. We both were in heaven.

I gently put my hand behind her head and made her lay on the bed. Now my one hand was cupping her cunt and rubbing it while occasionally inserting my finger in her cunt and with other hand I was caressing her big boobs and also sucking them while gently biting her erect nipples. Mom was moaning loudly now and also she increased the speed of her moving hand on my cock.

I raised my head from her boobs and lovingly said, "Mom! You are so beautiful and I am proud that my mother is so sexy and gorgeous. Your cunt is so puffy and smelling so nice. I bet it must be so sweet in taste also."

Saying this and before mother could say anything, I parted her cunt lips aside with my hand and put my mouth on her cunt and started sucking and licking the pink flesh inside her cunt. Mom gave a shriek and tried to dislodge my head from her cunt, but I forcibly kept my mouth on cunt and putting her swollen clitoris in my lips, I started sucking and chewing it. I added one more finger to one finger already in her cunt and started finger fucking her with two fingers while sucking her cunt vigorously.

Mom was keeping her hand on my head to push me away but I kept licking and sucking her cunt, so within one minute her resistance faded and her moans became so loud. Her grip on my cock also became tight and her speed of rubbing my cock increased. Now her hand in my head was not pushing me away but she was pulling my face tightly on her cunt and moving her fingers in my heard lovingly.

Mom was getting so wet and her cunt was oozing so much of cunt juices as if she was peeing. I kept lapping her cunt juices and inserted my tongue in her cunt.

Mom started bucking her cunt in air to take more and more of my tongue in her cunt. This kept on going for about 5 minutes and now she was near the verge of her orgasm. I found it the right time and took my mouth away from her cunt.

She was nearing her orgasm so naturally she was bewildered , when I took my mouth away. She was my mother, so she could not ask me as to why I had taken my mouth away, but she was looking in my eyes with a millions of questions and billions of requests to continue on her cunt. 

Her whole body was like begging me to suck her and let her achieve her approaching orgasm, after such a long time.

I laid on her naked body and tightly hugged my mother and put my lips on her lips and give her the first long and intense incest kiss. Squeezing her boobs with my both hands, I put my mouth near her ears and gently biting her earlobes and spoke,

"Mom! I am going to ask for something. Please don't refuse me. I know I am your son and it is so bad and taboo to ask such things, but now we have already come so far that I can't stop myself. Mother! I want to fuck you. You can feel that my cock is pulsating in your hands and throbbing with passion. Please allow me to put my thick and fat cock in your cunt and fuck my birthplace."

Mom was shy. 

She kept hugging me and said, "Ramesh! You are my son. Though it is correct that your father is away for so long and I am without a manly contact. And also you are the "man of the house", but still it is wrong for a mother and son to indulge in sex. Also just think, what will happen to our reputation if anybody comes to know of such things."

I was sure that mother was ready for sex but only pretending to refuse on the pretext of reputation. So I said,

"Mom! There is heavy rain outside and also our this servant quarter is far from village. You let me fuck you this time and in future we will take care not to do it outside. Please mom, I am dying to fuck you. Please let me do it. I promise that nobody will ever come to know that I had fucked my mother here today. I am sure that you will also like it."

Mother kept silent but she also didn't try to refuse me, so taking it as her approval. I pushed my hand between her legs and parted them away. Mother silently cooperated and parted her legs wide. Now I was cupping her cunt and rubbing it. Then I started caressing her clit and putting my lips on her own, started kissing her passionately. 

Mother was cooperating in my moves. She was moaning and rubbing my erect cock lovingly. I sat between her legs and making an eye contact with her, put her legs on my shoulders and smiled on her. 

Mother felt shame and she closed her eyes, but let me put her legs on my shoulders. I was so happy because ultimately it was going to happen. I was going to fuck my own mother with her permission and she was fully co operating me.

I put my hand on her cunt and parting the long public hair, I pulled her outer lips sideways to reveal the opening to heaven for my hungry cock. I put the tip of my erect cock head on the entrance of my own birth place and gave a gentle push. My cock parted the rosy petals of my mother's cunt but though her cunt was so wet and oozing cunt juices but my cock was dry so as I tried to push it in by force, mother felt a bit pain.

She moaned in ecstasy and pain. She took my cock in her hand and taking some saliva from her mouth rubbed it on my cock head. It made it slippery. Though, I wanted her to suck the cock rather than putting saliva, but as it was our first chance of fucking, so I kept it for future. 

Mother put both her hands near her cunt and parted both her buttocks. She pulled the lips of her cunt to open the cunt hole for an easy entrance. I was so happy that leaving her shame, now my mother was co operating me to fuck her and herself parting her cunt lips for me. 

Mother took hold of my erect cock and put the tip of it on the hole. She sighed a moan and pulled my cock in her cunt as an indication for me to push it inside. 

I gave a hard push with my cock. My cock, parting her cunt's outer lips, entered in her cunt its cock head. Mom gave a loud moan and also a moan came out of my own mouth. Ultimately it was happening, I was fucking my own mother for the first time in my life. I cannot describe the sensation I was getting. 

Her cunt was so tight for my big cock. Her vaginal muscles gripped my cock hard as if she was holding my cock in a tight fist of her cunt. It seemed as if my cock was in a sheath. Mother's cunt was so tight for not being fucked for a year that she was feeling tighter than my girlfriend, who was though about 25 years younger to her, but was not so tight. 

Mom raised her legs and engulfed my back. I gave another big thrust and my cock wedged till its hilt in mother's cunt. Mom's body jerked upward with my thrust, and she was feeling some uneasiness due to having such a big cock in her cunt, but she remained silent. 

Perhaps she knew that I was not going to leave her without a hard fuck and also now my cock was gone completely in her cunt. So she remained silent for some moments and I kept ramming my cock in her cunt.

I was taking my cock completely out till only the tip of it remained in her cunt and then with a big thrust I was pushing my cock back in her. Mother was chanting Oh Ah but was still putting her legs around my waist, enjoying the hard fuck her own son was giving her. 

I sent my cock in her cunt and now my sperm filled balls were resting on her ass hole. I lied on her breasts and hugging her spoke in her ear,

"Mom! Thank you so much for allowing me to fuck you. Today I feel like a real "man of the house". I can't tell you, how nice it feels to be in you. Your cunt is so tight and the best cunt in world. I am lucky that I could fuck you. I love you so much. Mom! How do you feel about my fucking you? Is my cock giving the pleasure to you like my father? Is it giving you the enjoyment?"

Mom was surely shy and kept silent, but she tightened the grip of her legs on my waist which was a clear indication that she was enjoying the fuck from her own son. It also boosted my enjoyment and I started fucking her vigorously. I was giving thrusts with my full length of cock and fucking like a bull.

We both were drenched in sweat and fucking with our full power. It looked like that two bulls were fighting on the bed. Mother was raising her waist to match my thrusts upward. My hard cock was moving in and out with great speed as a piston in railway engine. I was squeezing her big boobs with both my hands and also kissing her on lips.

We kept fucking like this for about 5 minutes, and now I was feeling like my orgasm building up. I brought my ear near to her and slowly whispered in her ear,

"Mom! It is nearing up. I may not last long. Is it safe to cum in you or I may take my cock out?"

Mom was silent for a moment and then shyly whispered back,

"Ramesh! I have already menopause long back. It is all safe. Please don't speak anything. Just carry on silently. This is our first time fucking so I feel shame."

I smiled and kissing on her lips increased my pace. Mother was also nearing her own orgasm as her own speed has increased and she was moaning loudly now.

After about 10-15 thrusts, I felt like it happening. 

I cried , "Oh Mom! I am coming. Oh it is so good. I can't hold it. Mom take it now."

Saying this some hot lava rose from my balls and through the tip of my cock, it erupted in my mother's pussy. The first gob of white thick sum shot inside her cunt. I moaned loudly and pushed my cock in her cunt till balls deep. 

First spurt of cum was followed by another big spurt and by another bigger one. My cock kept pulsating in her cunt and kept shooting spurts after spurts of my sperm in her womb till my balls were totally empty.

As soon as mother felt my cock, throbbing and thrusting and spewing its juices in her cunt, she also gave a shriek and her arms rose automatically to hug me in a tight embrace and her cunt also started overflowing her own cunt juices.

I don't know how long my cock kept shooting its semen in her cunt and her cunt kept milking my cock in her cunt. After about 10-15 spurts of hot semen, my cock twitched and like a dead dog, I fell on her boobs. 

My sperm was overflowing her cunt and also she was releasing her own cunt juices in such abundance that her cunt could not hold so much in her and our mixed cunt & cock juices started coming out of her cunt and passing along her butt crack, our juices kept felling on the cot.

Mother was breathing heavily and she kept me in her tight hug. We kept lying like this for about 15 minutes and then I regained my composer opened my eyes. I was feeling very weak but very happy. Ultimately mother had accepted me as her lover and has allowed me to fuck her.

Mother was also looking in my eyes and there was oceans of love in her gaze. I smiled on her and kissed on her lips. She felt shy and hid her face in my chest. I put one finger below her chin and raising her head, smilingly asked,

"Mom! How was it for you? Did you like the fucking with your son? Was it good for you? Mother! I can't describe how good it was for me. I was in heaven today. I liked the feel of being in your cunt and to fuck you."

Mother kissed me on my forehead ( perhaps still she was feeling shy), and told,

"Ramesh! You are my own son and it is incest to have sex with own son. But I can't tell a lie. This was the best sex of my life. Today again I felt like a virgin. I didn't enjoyed so much on even my first night with your father, as I enjoyed with you. You are a bull and not a man. You are about double than your father and sex with you is million times better than with your father. It was the first time, I felt like a real women. You reached the unexplored and hidden depths of my cunt that were never reached before by your father. You are so thick down there that you stretched my cunt to its limit. I was feeling it so difficult to bear you inside me. I am so old, but today you made me feel like a teenager and virgin girl. I feared that you may tear me down there with you fat thing. Ramesh! I am lucky that I got a son like you. Though now I think, why have we not done it before? There were so many chances of us doing it earlier. I feel bad that we had already spoiled so long time for doing it. Now we will try to make up the loss and you can love me any time and in any way, you want after now."

Saying this mother again shyly hid her face in my chest. 

I was in cloud nine and feeling so happy, I kissed my mother and whispered to her,

"Mother! Thank you so much that you like being fucked by me. We will surely make up for the time lost and from today onward, I will fuck you daily. This will be our little secret and outside of the house, we will be mother and son, but in the house I will be your "man of the house" and you will be my "lady of the house". I will fuck you daily and from today onward you will sleep with me. There are many other things which I want to do with you and I want to fuck you in many ways."

Mother smiled and nodded her head.

I again asked, "Mother! You said that you felt like being fucked on your first night. It is a nice complement for me. It gives me an idea. Today is also first night of our relationship. On your marriage, my father took your cunt cherry and today I want to take your anal cherry. Tonight I want to fuck you in ass and want to make tonight a memorable one. Please mom! May I fuck you in your butt tonight."

Mom thought for some moments and then said,

"Ramesh! I am totally virgin in my ass hole. Your father is the only man except you, who have sex with me but your father never went for anal sex. He rather hated this calling it dirty. Your penis is almost double of your father, and it was very difficult for me to take you in even in my vagina. Surely I can't take you in my backside. But this is our first night and also for the first time, you have asked something from me. I know it will be very difficult for me to take you there, but let it be. I will not stop you, but make a promise that you will be gentle with me down on my back there."

I was happy beyond anything. I hugged mom tightly and beaming with joy said,

"Mother! You are great. Thank you so much to allow me to fuck you in your ass. Mother, I can't even think of giving the slightest pain to you. I will be thorough gentle with you and use the oil for full lubrication. I will fuck you after completely oiling your butt hole as well as my cock. And also insert only as much cock as you can handle easily. Now see the rain has stopped and our clothes are also almost dry, so let us put them on and go to home. I am eagerly waiting for the night to come. See my cock is already getting hard again and waiting for fucking you in ass."

Saying this I took mom's hand and put on my erect cock. Mother felt the hardness of my cock in her hands and smilingly gave a gentle squeeze to my cock and got up from the cot to put on her clothes.

After getting ready, I once again hugged my mom and kissed her on the lips, before going out of the servant room to our home.

Mother was walking ahead of me and I was behind her watching her big buttocks and thinking about the night to come, when I will be fucking her in this ass. I knew that there are only happy days (rather nights) ahead of us and we will be enjoying our life in love and sex.

Happily I kept walking behind her......................



Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 01



Just over a month ago, when sitting at my desk in the Indian branch of an international merchant bank, my post-lunch reverie was broken by an insistent telephone. Picking up the receiver I heard the voice of our departmental manager. Her name is Belinda and she was new both to the office and to India, to which she had been sent by our bank’s New York office.

‘Sema, this is Belinda. I’m glad I caught you. Can you pop through to my office please.’

This was an unexpected summons and it was with some unease that I made my way down the corridor and approached the heavy wooden door of her office. Now 30 years of age, I had been at the bank for some five years and had rarely come before the notice of the management. Anonymity suited me. Since high-school self-confidence had not been my strong point. Though my appearance was far from unpleasing - or so I liked to think - my body had matured early and left me feeling always awkward and self-conscious. 


The root of the matter was my breasts. From my mid-teens onwards they had grown to become large, full, and heavy. B and C-cup bras had given way to D and now DD-cup. My hips and arse had filled out in proportion. The result was a sense of isolation. I envied my school and college friends their lithe bodies, their graceful movements, the tight tops they could wear. I could never have worn such clothes. I felt old, matronly, frumpy beyond my years and my behaviour changed accordingly. When my girlfriends sat in the college café flirting with the male students I took refuge in the library with my books.

Academic success followed - but not social. It had been a similar story at the bank. I worked hard as a data analyst and my work was respected. But I mixed little with the other employees, male or female, and still lived with my mother. Inevitably I was very much a virgin. This gives you some idea of the kind of person that it was that entered the manager’s office that warm April afternoon - unaware that her life was about to change. Forever.

Behind the desk sat Belinda. In her late 30s, she was an attractive woman. Her hair was black and well styled, framing nicely her rounded face and clear complexion. As she rose to greet me I was struck by the way in which her grey suit hugged a firm and shapely figure. Her skirt extended to just above her knees, revealing smooth and well-toned legs. She seemed to have everything: looks, brains, wealth. I envied her.

After taking my hand in hers she led me to across to the sofa positioned by the large window of her office. I sat down, watching as she picked up the phone to order us coffee, before settling down next to me. As she sat she crossed her legs, exposing still more of her feminine assets. I couldn’t help allowing my eyes to take in her beauty. It was not a situation to which I was accustomed. But it was nice just the same.

‘You will be wondering why I’ve called you through, Sema, so I’ll get straight to the point. I want to offer you a position. I have come to realise that I need a personal assistant, someone to work with me in restructuring the company and extending its operations. I need someone I can trust and rely upon, who understands our business and local conditions. I’ve been impressed by your work since I arrived here and yours was the first name that came to mind. It will mean your sharing this office with me, and accompanying me on visits back to our New York office. There will be a lot of work. But your salary will increase - and I hope that you’ll enjoy the work. Do you think you might be interested?’

I realised this was an offer I’d be foolish to turn down and signalled my assent. By now our coffees had arrived and Belinda proceeded to fill me in on what the job entailed and her visions for the company. As I listened my admiration for this woman only increased. 

Her confidence, her command of detail, her professionalism, were all impressive. Yet there was something more. I found myself drawn to her vivacity, her flirtatious habit of crossing and re-crossing her legs and running her hand through her soft hair. Above all I relished her aroma of perfume and raw femininity. I began to relax, smiling and revelling in her company. In retrospect it was clear that I was, strange to say, being prepared for what came next - though at the time it was a bolt from the blue.

‘Since we are going to be spending so much time together, Sema, I think it useful if we know a little about each other. Tell me about yourself…’

I described my background and current lifestyle and how I still lived with my mother - my father having deserted us shortly after I was born.

‘So, can I assume there is no man in your life?’ she asked.

I nodded my assent. Emboldened I responded:

‘And you?’

‘Well, I do have a partner back in New York. He’s a lawyer. I do miss him - and I'm happy to say he will be flying out to visit me in a few weeks time. But there's something else I need to tell you, Sema, something private. If it makes you uncomfortable I hope you’ll tell me.’

She fixed her gaze on me now, leaning towards me as she shared her confidence and lowered her voice. 

‘I think I ought to tell you Sema that I'm actually bisexual. Over the years I've been with women as well as men - and sometimes at the same time. I do hope that’s not a problem. If it is, if it’s something that you think you will find awkward or will affect our working relationship, please tell me. I don’t want to place you in a false position.’

Now this was something I had not anticipated - indeed, I had barely even contemplated such a thing in the abstract. In fact I was so surprised at what I had heard that I hardly credited it. Surely this beautiful feminine woman could not have meant what she said - surely I had misheard? Blushing deeply I could only mumble my reply.

‘No, no, of course that’s not a problem. Not at all. I don’t mind - really.’

Belinda leant forward and placed her small hand on my knee.

‘Good, I'm so glad that’s okay. I am already looking forward to our new partnership. I'm sure we will make a great team…’

At no point did I consciously realise that this first conversation with Belinda represented a turning point in my life. But the effects were felt very soon - within hours in fact. For that night, as I lay in bed, my mind ran and re-ran the events of my meeting. And one word continually recurred to me: ‘bisexual.’ It was not an idea I’d ever given much thought to. Now it obsessed me. This woman, so beautiful, so alluring, so much a male-dream, was, by her own admission, attracted to women as well as men. 

I tried to grasp what this meant. And this meant visualising what it involved, giving some content to her phrase ‘I’ve been with women as well as men.’ I began to imagine Belinda were her female lovers. I pictured her walking hand in hand with some equally beautiful woman. I imagined her sitting in a bar or restaurant with her lover, squeezing her hand, flirting, allowing feet to touch. I imagined them dancing in nightclubs, pressing their bodies together, exploring their curvaceous forms with soft hands.

Above all, I pictured them kissing. Not forceful and quick kisses of the kind I had seen men and women exchange, but slow and sensual kisses as full feminine lips met and explored their needs, tongues meeting and making sweet love, oblivious of time, wishing only to know and enjoy female attraction. 

As I contemplated these scenes a warm glow suffused me. And without thinking, I found my hand sliding down between my legs. Most evenings I loved to stroke my moist pussy lips and massage my clitoris as I drifted into sleep. Occasionally I brought myself to orgasm. 

But this night was different. My cunt had never been so alive, so sensitive, so hungry - and so wet. I pulled the sheet from off my hot body and spread my legs wide to give me full access to the pleasure my fingers were bringing. As I stroked my pussy with my right hand I allowed the left to squeeze my left breast which was aching in a way I’d not previously known. Instinctively my nipple had hardened and I pinched it gently, teasing it to a greater fullness. And all the while my fingers delighted in the honey that was oozing from my cunt lips.

Was this what Belinda’s cunt was like when she took her lover into her bed? Was this what it meant to meant to share your body with another woman, to open your cunt to the attentions of delicate feminine fingers? And all the while I saw Belinda exchanging kisses, sensual, deep, devouring kisses with her lesbian lover. She was luxuriating in her lover’s touch as I was in my own - making love to myself as I watched these two women in my mind. There was no question that I would orgasm, and despite my efforts to delay the moment, it surged through me uncontrollably as I bucked my pelvis, rubbing my clit against my fingers and whimpering in an agony of sensation I’d never remotely known in my life. 

As I lay on the bed, recovering from the experience, I reflected upon what had happened. It had all happened so quickly, so unexpectedly. What did it mean? That I didn’t know - or perhaps dare to contemplate. All I knew was that it was deeply satisfying - as my cum-soaked fingers and the large damp patch on the sheet amply testified.

The following day I rose early with a new energy. I washed my hair and allowed it to hang free - not tying it up for convenience as was my custom. I shaved my legs too - which was not something I always did! - and selected my best skirt, which fell only a little below my knees - somewhat daring for me. Why was I taking such pains? My new job? Perhaps. But I know now that there was rather more involved. For in truth I was dressing to please Belinda.

I found Belinda already in the office when I arrived and wearing a blue pin-stripe blouse and tight blue skirt. She came forward to greet me with a broad smile.

‘Mmm, you look good today. I love your hair! Its such a gorgeous length’

She reached at out her hand and ran it through my hair, letting it tarry for some time.

‘Its so smooth and thick. I wish I had the kind of lovely hair you Indian women possess. I hope you'll wear it open from now on Sema - it makes you look delicious.’

I blushed again with embarrassment - but did not pull away. I revelled in Belinda’s praise. For the first time in my life I felt noticed and appreciated. I knew I wanted more.

This first day set the pattern of our working relationship. We worked well as a team. But equally important we gelled completely as personalities. I wanted Belinda to notice me and praise me. And she never failed to do so. As the days passed her responses and reactions increasingly shaped my dress, my demeanour, my life. My lipstick became a darker and more luscious red. I applied eye shadow for the first time. I wore more jewellery. I scented my body and manicured my nails.

In short, I underwent a transformation. From a dowdy and rather awkward blue-stocking I began to flourish, for the first time, as a woman. It was an exhilarating feeling and, to be honest, I hardly questioned the cause of this change, for if I had I would have had to come to terms with the fact that the person who was releasing this new me, for whom I was dressing and whom I so wanted to please, was a woman. 

And every night, as I lay naked in bed and allowed my fingers to explore and caress my pussy, it was Belinda’s image that formed before my eyes - Belinda in various attitudes of lesbian love with a wide variety of women. And it was not long before one of the women with whom I saw her making sweet love was me. 

One morning I finally plucked up the courage to wear a tight suit I’d purchased some weeks before. The skirt was short and tight, hugging my full arse and exposing my smooth legs from above the knee. The jacket too was tight and the accompanying blouse clung to my ample breasts. These were not something I’d ever wanted to expose before, and for my journey to work I covered myself in a long shawl. 

Inside the office though I slid off the shawl and walked towards my dear Belinda, who was standing at the filing cabinet. When she turned to greet me she let out a low whistle.

‘Mmm yes, who looks hot today? I really love the outfit - you carry it off so well. Turn around for me.’

I did as I was instructed. 

‘God, you’ve got such a great figure. This is the just the sort of thing you should be wearing. And I think you should leave the front buttons undone.’

At this she reached forward to unclasp the buttons on the front of my jacket. But such a bland description far from captures the intense magic of that moment. For my beautiful Belinda stood close before me and gazed deep into my eyes. I opened my eyes wide, desperate for her to sense the longing that dwelt within me but frightened yet to reveal my feelings. Still holding my gaze she raised her smooth hands and unclasped my buttons one by one. The fabric, hitherto pressing against my bosom, swung free. Belinda smiled and then lowered her gaze to my breasts.

‘That's better, I think? You have got such gorgeous large breasts, Sema. You certainly shouldn’t hide them away. They will make a man very hot to see them - and at least one woman too.’

She slid her hands now inside my jacket and to my waist. I took in my breath sharply. I stood rigid. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she slid her hands up towards the curve of my breasts. Finally, she enclosed them in her slender hands, exploring the contours, and caressing me with infinite finesse.

‘I love the fullness of your breasts, Sema. They are so ripe, so soft. I wish my breasts were so large and sensuous. I love women with large breasts. You must be proud of them. I think, in this office, you needn't wear this jacket top, do you? I think I’d like to get a better look at you…’

Belinda gently slid my jacket off my shoulders and let it slip to the floor. I made not a move, but was breathing hard, my cleavage, now clearly visible against the tightness of the fabric of my top, rising and falling with my breath. I felt as if Belinda was undressing me with her gaze - I felt almost naked already, exposed to her view.

‘Doesn’t that feel better? I don’t think we need to be so formal around here in the future, do we? After all, it's only us women - we don’t need to worry about any men interrupting us now do we…?’

For the rest of that day I was in heat. Belinda had ravished me with her eyes and touched me with her feminine hands. Best of all, she had shown me how much she noticed and appreciated me. My efforts were far from in vain. I knew now I was noticed and, dare I hope it, desired?

Yet being so horny had its downside. I was perpetually in heat! In the evenings I devoted myself to relieving my tensions - surfing lesbian websites, reading lesbian stories, and pleasuring myself to orgasms. My infatuation had begun with Belinda. But this woman had opened up a world of new experience which I’d never previously dared to imagine. My lesbian fantasies filled my days and nights. What I didn't know was that fantasy was about to become reality - in a way that was, if anything, even more extraordinary than the changes that had already come over me.

I remember that evening with crystal clarity. It was hard to forget! My mother had already gone to her bedroom and I had taken a shower. After putting on my short night dress I climber into bed and turned off the light. I began to gently stroke my pussy and drift into my fantasy world when I sensed the door open and opened my eyes to see my mother walking towards the bed. 

‘Sema, darling, I hope you don't mind my coming in. I couldn’t sleep and felt like some company.’

‘Of course mum, I don’t mind, please join me.’

My mother sat on the bed next to me. She reached out her hand and clasped mine.

‘You are such a dear daughter to me. You know how much I love you. I wanted to tell you that - I don’t do it often enough, do I?’

‘Oh of course you do, mum. I know how much you love me - and you know how much I love you too.’

‘And you know, Sema, that my love for you is unconditional. I’ll never judge you, you know that. I love you for what you are. You must do whatever makes you happy. You have my support, my dear, one hundred percent.’

These were not my mother's usual words. I wondered what she was driving at. I felt a little uneasy and embarrassed - after all, I’d just been stroking my cunt and imagining making love with Belinda, running over the events of the day. I had not expected to be talking with my mother! My mother leaned across now and began to stroke my forehead with her hand.

‘I know I've been teasing you about your new appearance and asking if you’ve got a new male admirer. I think I've been a little unfair. I want you to know how good you look. In fact, you’ve been looking most beautiful. I'm so proud to have you as my daughter.’

I could feel the emotion in my mother's voice. Instinctively I reached out to her and hugged her tight, pulling her generous body against mine. We held each other close for some minutes.

‘Thanks mum, that’s so sweet. I'm glad you're proud of me. But then - I'm so proud of you, for the way you looked after me and supported me when father left us. And if I look good mum its due to your genes - and you are a beautiful woman yourself.’

Smiling, my mother sat back and continued to stroke my face, letting her finger run over my warm cheeks.

‘Darling, there's something else I need to say - I don’t want to keep any secrets between us. Last week, darling, when I was tidying your room, I found the printouts you'd left by your bed. I know I shouldn’t have read them - but they caught my eye and I couldn’t help it. I'm sorry.’

Now my embarrassment turned to mortification. I knew what those sheets referred to: they were lesbian stories I’d printed out off the net. And my mother had read them! I felt humiliated and deeply upset. 

‘Oh mum, I'm sorry, really sorry. They were just some things I printed out by mistake, I meant to throw them, I'm sorry…’

My mother pressed her fingers to my lips.

‘Hush, my sweet. There's no need to explain or apologise - no need at all. It's I who must apologise for reading your private things. And I want you to know my darling that I understand. There is no need to explain anything to me. I accept and love you as you are. And if there is a person whom you are attracted to, and that person is not a man, I‘ll accept and love you still.’

My head was swimming at this point. I was lost for words and again could only reach for and hug my mother, clasping her tight and pressing my face into her soft hair.

‘Oh mother, I'm so confused. I'm not sure what is happening to me. I did print out those stories, and I did enjoy them, and now I feel so degraded - I've let you down. Please forgive me, I wont do it again - I don’t know what came over me, I wasn’t thinking straight…’

‘Dear baby, you haven't let me down at all. You’ve made me so proud of you; I love you so dearly. And there is another confession I need to make.’

Again my mother pulled back slightly and now held my head between both her hands, gazing into my eyes. 

‘Darling, when I started to read those stories I admit I was startled and surprised. But I could have stopped, honey, I didn’t have to keep on reading. But I did, darling, I read them through, once, twice, three times. I read them through, dear, because I enjoyed them. I thought they were beautiful. I was so moved by them. You see, darling, I understand why you read them - because I feel the same way. I've felt the same way for a long time. Its just I've never had the opportunity to discuss or share or explore my feelings. So you see that I must thank you, my daughter.’

It was my turn to be startled.

‘Mum are you saying that…’

‘Yes, I am saying that. I am sexually turned on by women - I have been for many years. Even while I was married to your father. Can you accept that, baby, can you accept your mother still?’




Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 01



‘Yes, mum, yes, of course I can.’

‘Then show me honey…’

My mother lowered her face towards mine and without thinking I reached up, placed my hand behind her head, and pulled her too me until our lips met. Yes, we kissed - and what a kiss. My whole body was electrified by the contact of my mother's soft lips on mine. At first we simply kissed gently. It was enough for our lips to meet and acknowledge a new intimacy. But our hunger soon built. A mother and daughter, each loving the taste and texture of another woman for the first time. Each wanting more - much more. 

Briefly our lips parted. As I gazed at my mother I could see tears in her eyes. 

‘Are you ok mum? Do you want us to stop this? Did I upset you?’

‘No, my darling, you haven't upset me. I'm so incredibly happy. It's been so long, honey, so very long. Show me that you need your old mum…’

My mother lowered her lips to mine and this time I opened my mouth to greet hers. Our mouths locked together and I felt my mother press her tongue into my mouth. I accepted it with relish and our lovemaking really began. 

I had never kissed anyone properly before and gave myself up to my mothers more experienced guidance. Her tongue darted around and explored my mouth. We shifted positions, but still out lips made love - neither of us wishing to break the bond that had formed between us.

Eventually it was my mother who shifted her mouth from mine to begin kissing my checks and chin and then onto my neck. I arched my head back to give her greater access.

‘Oh baby, you're so beautiful. You're such a sexy woman. You’ve turned your mother on, honey, I’ve lusted after you for so long. Tell me it isn't wrong, baby. Tell me you can accept your mother’s love.’

‘Yes, yes, I want this too. God I've never felt so good. You're driving me mad. How can it be wrong if we love each other, need each other? I need this so bad - I need it all. Oh mum stay with me tonight, sleep with me please…’

My darling mum broke away from me now and stood up beside the bed. She reached across and turned on the bedside lamp. She was wearing a dark red bathrobe. This she now untied and parted and gently slid off her shoulders. She was wearing nothing else. My mother was naked before me. She was an awesome vision. Her breasts were as big as mine but with age had sagged and hung low on her body. Her nipples were a dark brown and were very big. She was well built, with a soft stomach and wide hips. Her thighs were ample, and I saw that her pussy hair was thick and dense and extended a fair way up her navel. I drank in the eroticism of the moment.

‘Do I turn you on, Sema? This is what you want, isn't it? Its time for you to put those pictures away baby and know the love of a real woman, a mother’s love.’

My mother raised a hand to each breast and lifted and squeezed it as I watched. Her hands traced out a circular motion against her nipples, which began to harden and extend as I watched. She leaned her head back and groaned. 

Seeing my mother pleasure herself in this way made my cunt juices flow and my heart race. I knew that actions spoke louder than words. I pulled back the sheets and then slowly unclasped the buttons of my nightshirt and slipped it from my shoulders. I too was now naked, my large breasts now visible to my mother’s hungry gaze. I parted my legs to expose to her my damp and hot pussy. I began to stroke my pussy lips as I fixed my gaze on my mother's body.

‘That’s it, my baby, touch yourself for mummy. I know you pleasure yourself at night, alone. Now do it for your mother too - make her nice and hot, my dear.’

My mother now lowered one of her own hands to her hairy pussy and began to finger herself with practised fingers. She was so beautiful, so open to me, so vulnerable at this moment. I slid of the bed and slowly approached her. I reached out and took her hand, lifting it from her cunt and raising it to my lips. I opened my mouth and enclosed it around her extended fingers, licking my mother's pussy juice for the first time. When I’d licked it clean I lifted my own fingers to my mother’s mouth and she too tasted her daughter for the first time.

‘Oh mother, dear, this is what your daughter wants so bad. Come to your daughter’s bed. Stay with her tonight. And please, mum, make her your lesbian.’

And so I pulled her towards the bed and opened my legs and took my mother as my lover. And what a lover! Her passion, pent up for two decades, broke out at last and it was I that was the intoxicated beneficiary. We were both naked now, mother and daughter. But we were more than that. We were two voluptuous Indian women in the heat of an Indian night exploring our lesbianism, unlocking our repressed passions, ravishing each other as our moist bodies intertwined and we offered up our most sacred femininity. 

I clung to my mother’s soft and full body as she kissed me passionately, tracing her way over my neck and shoulders, my mouth and face, my ears and hair. I could only squirm beneath her attentions, grunting and sighing and urging her to love me and never stop, to use me as her sex toy, her dyke, her fantasy. My breasts were aching for her tongue and I pushed them towards her, offering them to her touch and taste. Her hands merged with mine and together we massaged my ample boobs.

‘Oh Sema, Sema, you have such sensual breasts. How I've loved them for so long - I watched them grow and fill and it got me so horny to see you in your bra or tight tops. I wanted to touch you honey, to treasure you and show you that your special. Oh my daughter, my daughter….’

She pressed her face into my cleavage and kissed and licked my skin. I groaned again and pressed her head to my bosom, so proud that it was I who could now suckle my own mother at my heavy breasts. 

‘Go on mum, suck my breasts. You gave me these large breasts - they were your gift to me. Let me repay you, let me offer you my breasts, they're yours whenever you want them. I'm loving this, don’t stop, please….’

My mother had found out my right nipple and concentrated on suckling at my teat. I could only watch in wonder, pushing her hair from her face to get a complete view of my sexy mother. 

Ahhh…ah…yeh, that’s so good…please, my left breast needs you too…that’s it… don’t stop, urghh…I'm so hot, I'm going to cum, mummy, suck me harder…I'm burning….uhh..uhhhh….yeeeesss!! Ahhh……’

Thrashing beneath my mother as she continued to suck and manipulate my breasts an orgasm built in my cunt and as I desperately rubbed my pussy against my mothers soft thigh it broke and for the first time that evening I found myself panting and delirious in my mother’s arms. She crawled up to softly kiss my lips and whisper in my ear.

‘That’s my darling baby, that’s a good girl. You cum good for mummy ok, you give mummy your honey. Have you got a nice wet pussy for mummy to love? She likes hot and horny pussy. She's hungry for cunt. We need to get you nice and ready, don’t we baby?’

I could only nod my agreement as my mother lowered her full lips to mine and pressed them close. Her thick black hair cascaded over my face and we were oblivious to the outside world, knowing only our love, our tenderness and our desire. Our bodies merged and our perspiration mingled as we relished each other's physicality. As my hand stroked across my mother's soft skin I wondered at her voluptuous form, her exuberant sensuality. She was every lover I'd ever wanted, ever fantasised about. I felt as if a circle was being closed and that I could, at last, repay my mother something of what I owed. 

As she raised her face to gaze on me I ran my nail across her lips.

‘Oh mummy dear, teach me to be a good girl. Teach me to give you all you want. You know I’ll serve you as a dutiful daughter. There's nothing I won't do for you. My cunt is ready for you. It's hot and wet as you like it. I'm dripping with desire for your tongue.’

Smiling, my mother slid her hand over my stomach and down to my crotch. I opened my legs wider, giving access to my womanhood. Gently my mother stroked the outer lips of my pussy, causing shock waves to radiate through my body. I whimpered and lifted my arse off the bed, thrusting my pussy against my mother’s hand. God, my cunt was aching for her tongue, desperate for her touch.

‘Mmm, baby, in think you might be ready, don’t you. You are a little whore aren't you - your mummy’s little whore. You must have masturbated yourself silly night after night. But you won't need to do that again, my dear. Mummy’s here to look after you….’

My mother began to kiss her way down my body, her full distended breasts dragging across my body, her tongue and lips and fingers gliding and caressing and tasting every inch of me, delighting in my curves ands the taste of my arousal. I spread my legs even wider, my cunt gaping open, the smell of my arousal filling the room. 

As my mother allowed her heavy right breast to slide over my cunt lips I emitted a deep sigh. She pushed the nipple back across my lips and nuzzled her teat against my clit. Gripping a thigh in each hand I spread my legs wide and thrust my pussy towards my mother - giving her all I had.

‘That's it mum, fuck your daughter with your big tits, your heavy breasts. I love the feeling of your nipple on my clit…yes, that’s it, that’s sooo good. See how wet I am, see what a slut I am. Is this how you wanted me mum, is this how you wanted it, my cunt spread wide before you?’

My mother smiled at me as she squeezed her full tit some more, rubbing it against my pussy lips, her nipple getting harder and harder in response to the sensation of my hot skin. I shut my eyes and revelled in this wonderful new sensation, sharing the intimacy of my mother's well-developed bust as I massaged my own generous orbs. 

And then, wondrously, I felt my mother’s finger circling the top of my cunt, locating my clit, probing and exploring my wetness. As a second finger eased into my cunt I yelped with delight.

‘Mmmm, yes, you like this don’t you baby? You like mummy’s fingers in your pussy, don’t you? Your clit is so beautiful my dear, so full and aroused - so horny. I like it like this, my dear. I bet this is how you touch yourself at night when you read your stories, imagining your with another woman, imagining her soft hands on your pussy, her ringed fingers slipping between your cunt lips. I know my love I know. I've brought myself a thousand times imagining this moment, exploring my mature cunt with these fingers while imaging it was your pussy, my daughter’s pussy. That’s it, honey, give yourself to mummy - be her lesbian slut, my darling….’

I was writhing now before my mother’s touch, clutching my head between my hands as I abandoned myself to the waves of erotic delight that surged through my body. I squirmed and tossed from side to side, panting and groaning with delight, urging my mother on, promising to be her own slut, her whore, her sex toy. Never had I experienced sensuality of this intensity and as my mother slipped two fingers into my juice-soaked cunt whilst keeping her thumb on my clit I screamed with delight.

Slowly my mother began to finger-fuck me, drawing her fingers out only to slide them again into my hungry cunt. With a mother’s intuition she seemed to know just what I was feeling, accelerating and slowing her fucking at just the right times, keeping me on the boil, my juices always flowing, my clitoris on fire. But gradually, steadily, she steered her daughter to her crisis.

‘You’re so wet, my baby, so wet. And your cunt is so tight, you're gripping my fingers so tight. Oh you're such a good girl, giving mummy all this juice. You're drenching my hand, bathing me in your love. That’s it baby, spend for me know, give mummy your gift, cum for me while I fuck you, cum for mummy - she wants you to darling, she wants you to cum in her hand…’

With my mother’s dirty talk in my ears and her hand in my pussy it was inevitable that I should orgasm for the second time that night. But this was no ordinary orgasm. The pleasure of fulfilment was so intense that cried almost in agony as the crisis hit me. Instinctively I shut my legs together, rolling onto my side, trapping my dear mother's hand like a vice. As I pressed my face into my pillow tears formed in my eyes - tears of joy, pleasure, and emotion. As I sobbed my darling mother extricated her hand and crawled up beside me to comfort me in her arms. Cradling me to her cushion like breasts she stroked and kissed my hair, damp now with the perspiration that had been flowing from every pore in my body. 

‘There, there, my dear, don’t weep. Mummy’s here for you. I've got you my darling. I'll look after you. There’s nothing to be upset about. You’ve become a woman tonight my love - and you’ve made me feel like a woman too, tonight, for the first time in many years. You know I'm here for you whenever you want me….if you do.’

‘Oh mum, dearest, you know I want you. This is the greatest experience of my life - I couldn’t ever ask for a better lover. You are so beautiful mum, and so sexy. Teach me to love you, teach me to satisfy you as only a woman can. Please let me be your little lesbian slut. I want you so bad.’

I wanted so much to give my mother back some of the pleasure she had given me. I began to suck and kiss her nipples, enjoying a sensation I hadn't experience in thirty years! My mother groaned and pressed my face to her boobs. My hands were roaming over her plump form, reaching for her ample arse, squeezing the flesh and sliding along her arse-crack. 

My mother gloried in my attention, tossing her hair back to give me a full view of her heavy, curvaceous form. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the thick mat of her hair. She pressed my hand against her pussy, arching her back and groaning softly. Her cunt lips were larger than mine and were slick with her juices. I knew what I wanted. Rolling onto my back and gripping my mother’s left hand I pulled her onto me. After a short and passionate kiss I whispered into her ear.

‘Mummy, dear, your daughter wants to eat your pussy. I want you to mount me, darling, I want you to sit on my face while I suck your cunt. Give me your cunt.’

Gripping an arse cheek in each hand I pushed her up towards me. My mother crawled over me until she was squatting above my face, her hands firmly gripping the headboard. 

‘Are you ready, darling, are you ready for mama’s big old hairy cunt? Are you sure you're ready for this, baby? I'm wet, honey, and on heat. Do you want my pussy on your face?’

Wanted wasn't the word. I was lusting after the gorgeous pussy that was before me - the mysterious folds of the skin, the dark dank hair, the powerful aroma of raw sex. It was the most potent thing id ever experienced. Holding again my mother's arse I pulled her womanhood onto me, burying my nose in her cunt hair, pushing my hungry tongue into her cunt hole. 

At first movement was impossible. I was stunned, overwhelmed, my senses filled to the brim. It was as much as I could do to keep my mouth open and collect the honey that was oozing from my mother's well lubricated opening. At last I had my mouth on a woman’s cunt - something I had dreamed of night after night. But never had I imagined such a sexy woman as this, never such a cunt - and never had I imagined it could be my mother’s! 

My mother was sighing deeply above me, her cunt twitching spontaneously at the touch of my tongue. As a woman I knew she wanted to grind her cunt against me - and I wanted her to. I wanted her to use me for her pleasure, to hold nothing back. I began to move my tongue against her, running it around the edge of her full lips, exploring their folds, their hidden place. When she groaned loudly in knew I was hitting my mark. I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy, lapping up her juices. 

Again and again I repeated the motion, loving the undulating texture of my mother’s pussy lips. Pressing a little deeper I allowed my tongue to press up against the hood of her cunt and they're to find her clitoris. Touching it only gently at first my mother began to groan and shift her position. Her hips began to gyrate, desperate for clitoris to rub against my tongue. 

I continued to tease her, darting my tongue up under her hood then withdrawing it to slide into her open cunt hole. Back and forth I pushed my tongue, up to her clit and then down to her cunt hole. I could feel my mother's passion building as I tormented her with my strong tongue. She was rocking back and forth on my face now, gripping the bed, her wonderful breasts swinging free. She was a wanton lesbian slut - and loved it. 

‘Ahh, you dyke. Eat me baby, eat me. Eat mummy’s pussy good. Higher baby, my clit, suck it girl, yes…. Again…ahh…god I've never been loved like this. Deeper, oh yes, urghhh, urghhh…go on...harder….mmm, yesss, that’s my baby….ahhhh…

I closed my lips around my mother’s darling clit and sucked it to its full size, swirling my tongue around it, driving her into a frenzy. With little warning she shrieked with intense joy and gripped my head tight between her thick thighs. I plunged my tongue in deep and drank down the juice that streamed out of her oh-so-wet cunt.

‘Oh Sema, Sema, what are you doing to me? What are you doing to your old mother? Oh my god…don’t stop, honey, please don’t stop…’

I certainly was in no mood to stop. I continued to eat out my mother’s pussy, sucking her cunt lips into my mouth, running my tongue along the sensitive skin at the top of her legs, drinking in every drop of juice, revelling in the pungent smell of womanhood. 

Slowly but surely I increased the tempo, seeking out her aroused clit again, knowing only too well that it was the key to her fulfilment. She had leaned back now, resting her weight on me, squeezing her breasts and tossing her mane of hair from side to side. Whenever I let my tongue withdraw from her pussy she reached down to my head and held me to her again. I was quickly learning that my mother was insatiable. But my hunger for wet pussy was not yet satiated.

This time I let my mother determine the timing of her orgasm. I kept my tongue pressed against her clit, allowing her to rhythmically rub herself against me. I was letting my mother fuck my face - and I was loving every moment. Steadying herself with her hand on my head she began to grunt and buck against me, every thrust of her pussy accompanied by our loud exhalation of air. 

‘Oh yes, oh yes, ahh, ahh, ohhh, oh god, oh god, mummy’s close, dear, very close…she’s going to cum for her daughter, she is, baby, she loves you so much, oh no, I can’t stand it, I can’t….oh, yeesss, arhh, arhhh!!….’

Thrusting against my tongue and nose my mother orgasmed for a second time, bathing me in a thick stream of cunt juice, drenching my face as I desperately lapped up every drop of my mother’s sweet nectar - her gift for her daughter, an offering of a mother’s love. Only slowly did her climax subside and her body cease its rhythmic motion. She rested briefly on her haunches before gently lifting herself free of my face and collapsing against the thick pillows at the head of my bed. I gazed across at her palpitating body, so luxuriant and full and ripe and infinitely erotic. I knew I’d found the woman of my dreams and fantasies. 

I crawled up the bed and lay next to my dear mother. Wonderfully she rolled over and snuggled into my welcoming arms. She raised her lips to kiss me and we exchanged wet and lust-laden kisses. 

‘That’s it mum, lick your cunt juices off my face, taste your womanhood on your daughters lip’s….your delicious mum, aren't you? Taste yourself, taste the juices that drive your daughter wild.’

My mother covered me with kisses, licking my face and relishing the combination of pussy juice and perspiration that glistened on my skin. Only when she had had her fill did I ease her down to rest her head on my full left breast. She sought out my nipple and enclosing the teat in her lips began to suckle on her daughter’s breast.




Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 01



I felt a warm glow of contentment as I nursed my mother at my breasts - the breasts that had once so embarrassed me and which now I had come to see as deeply erotic and nurturing. It felt so right to suckle my own mother - and yet I felt that in wanted to give more, to fully share with her my love.

‘Oh mum, darling, I wish I had milk to feed you - I wish I were lactating for you, so I could feed you as you fed me. Shall we mum? Shall I get pregnant? Shall we bring up a baby together - and let me nurse you too, as you nursed me? Oh mummy, I’d love that so much. We could do it mum, if you wanted…Would you?’

Raising her lips from my nipple my mother looked deep in my eyes and smiled so sweetly. 

‘My dear daughter, you know you don’t need to ask. You have me as a mother and as a lover and baby there is nothing we can't do together and nothing we can't share. I’ll give you whatever you want - and I'd be honoured to feed at your gorgeous breasts, my dear, sweet, daughter….’



Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 02



When I awoke the next morning I found the bed empty. My dear daughter Sema had already left for work. I relished the sensation of lying in her bed. The scent of feminine desire clung to the sheets and seemed to suffuse the room. I turned on my side and pressed my face into my daughter's pillow. My hand went to my heavy breasts and I squeezed them gently, remembering my daughter's touch, her love for my voluptuous body. 

How I had wanted a woman for so long, how I'd dreamed of having a woman for a lover. Always it had seemed beyond the bounds of possibility - me a single woman, a housewife, my daily round limited to trips to the market for provisions. My lesbianism I had always assumed would have to remain a secret, a possibility never to be realised. A shameful fact to be denied and suppressed, never to be anything more than a lingering gaze upon exposed midriffs and swelling breasts, a fascination for Bollywood actresses, and yes, each night, fingers caressing a responsive cunt as I dreamed of Sapphic love making.

Now my universe had been turned upside down. I had found passion with another woman. I had acknowledged publicly my lesbian desires. I had eaten out another woman's cunt and suckled at another woman's breasts. And I had offered my mature body to feminine fingers and tongue and lips - and had found myself tenderly loved. All this was marvellous enough. Yet what made it extraordinary and not a little frightening was that my first - and only - lesbian lover was my daughter. The child to whom I had given birth some 30 years before had now become not merely a daughter but a lover. The idea was intoxicating in the extreme and even the contemplation of it stirred my pussy juices again and got my nipples hardening. We were breaking every rule of society - but we were also realising needs that ran deeper and stronger than any social mores could prohibit. Nothing, I believed, could be allowed to come between our union.

Not surprisingly, I spent the rest of the day in a state of high arousal, longing for the return of my daughter, dreaming of a resumption of our tender embraces. I was supremely happy and skipped around the apartment like a girl half my age. And this, truly, was my only qualm, my one doubt. My daughter was 30, at the peak of her womanhood, the height of her sexual powers. I was 58. I had let my body become heavy, my clothing to become rather drab, my make-up basic at best. Would my daughter soon tire of me? Would she want other, lither, younger women? Could I, in short, satisfy her? 

I knew the strength of my desires. I masturbated now far more often than I'd done as a young woman. My lust for pussy had grown over the years. Deep down I felt a totally sensual woman, ready to give my daughter whatever she wanted - and whenever she wanted it. But I wanted her also to desire me as a woman - to, quite frankly, fancy me.

That day I set to work to make the most of my assets. I was like a young girl seeking to impress a new lover: only I was a 58-year-old woman, and the lover I wanted to impress was my own daughter. I began by running myself a bath, into which I poured moisturising oils to make my skin smoother and softer. As I stood by the bath I gazed down at my full fleshy body. Dark hairs sprouted from my nipples and my cunt hair too was dense and lush. I had even allowed the hairs on my legs and under my arms to grow freely. I resolved to shave myself thoroughly - to get myself smooth and bald for my darling. 

Accordingly I set to work. It was along job and I twice had to run fresh water into the bath. But by the time I'd finished I judged it more than worth while. Not only had my general body hair gone, but my pussy was bald and smooth for the first time in many years. The sensation of clean smooth skin was incredible and my full cunt lips were clear to view - and, of course, to touch. I was feeling hornier than ever. And not just horny - I felt more desirable and, yes, younger too.

Walking from the bathroom I lay myself down again on the bed, enjoying the warm glow of a long bath. I pick up the downloaded stories of lesbian love my daughter had left on the bedside cabinet and again read thorough them, allowing my right hand to stroke and caress my smooth body as I did so. As always the images of women finding love in each other's arms got my juices flowing right away. Irresistibly my fingers were drawn to my pussy, radiating desire and heat - the arousal of my mature ripe cunt already detectable in the air. Lazily at first I drew my finger across my exposed cunt lips, enjoying the texture of the folds of skin usually obscured by my pussy hair. Ohh, yes, that feel's so good...owww, ahhh....that's it...just there, mmm, nice and moist, nice and wet...

My fingers, so experienced in pleasuring myself, relished the sensation of exploring my bald pussy. And my pussy loved what my fingers were doing. Deftly I stroked the sides of my cunt lips, allowed my finger to play along the edges of my flesh, teasing my pussy, stirring it to bring forth more of my feminine juice, that juice that was already lubricating my passage and wetting my cunt lips. Only when I was all ready nice and horny did I allow my index finger to seek out my clit, nestling beneath the upper folds of my pussy. This I knew would carry me to the edge of my pleasure as my clit is large and sensitive and never fails to respond to my ministrations. 

'Mmm, that's good. Getting nice and wet now. Slippery pussy. Keep it cuming, drench my fingers, ohhh yes, not too fast. Gently does it - I'm enjoying this. Oh yeah...I'm such a whore, such a horny bitch...this old cunt is dripping for my daughter...I'll give her what she wants, I'll give her what she needs, drench her face...ahhh...ahhh...I'm close, so close...just stroke my clit....no, no, nooahhhh!!! 

I screamed and arched my back, thrusting my voluptuous body forward as I orgasmed all over my loving fingers, writhing across the bed, my arse coming to rest on the wet patch I'd made on the sheets. I raised my juice-soaked fingers to my mouth and suckled my own nectar. Spent from my performance I closed my eyes and allowed myself to slumber through the still oppressive heat of the afternoon. 

When I next looked at the clock I saw it was 4pm. My daughter would be home soon! I slipped from the bed and made my way to the lavatory. I released a long hot stream of golden piss, loving the way it surged from between my now naked cunt lips. I had planed to take another shower, but now thought again. Wouldn't it be better, I considered, to greet my lover with the smell of my arousal and release still clinging to my body?

I slip on only my bathrobe and await my daughter in the drawing room. When the familiar sound of her key enters the lock I skip like the excited young lover I feel into the hallway to greet her, relieving her of her bag and jacket. Returning to my darling I find her arms open to meet me and we embrace, clasping each other so tight. I press my face into my daughter's large bosom. Sema pets my hair and gently rubs my back.

'Ohh baby, thank god your home. I've missed you so much - I've been thinking about you all day, thinking about this moment. I've been so excited - but troubled too. Have you missed me too, darling? Tell me you've been thinking about your mummy...'

Before I can continue my daughter puts me at ease in the best possible way - with a kiss. A kiss first on the top of my head. Another on my forehead. And then, as I gaze up imploringly into her eyes, a third kiss on my lips. The tenderness of that kiss is indescribable. It stills my heart and affirms what I so needed to know: that my daughter had no regrets. That she wanted me for more than a mother. Now I reached behind her head and pulled her lips back down to mine. We continued to exchange tender, exploratory kisses, the tips of our tongues lightly touching as if renewing some old acquaintance. This was, after all, the first time we had met as lovers in the warm light of day. I pushed my body harder against my daughter's.

'Its ok mummy, baby's home - and god she's wanted you too. I couldn't think of anything else all day. I kept slipping off into a dreamy trance when I thought of our lovemaking. I even slipped into the ladies room to relieve myself at lunchtime. So yes, I've been willing this moment to arrive, to be back in the arms of my gorgeous woman....'

We fall to kissing again, but more passionately now, each feeling free to demonstrate their hunger, each confident and sure in the unconditional love and desire of the other. My darling's hand reaches for my full arse and squeezes my left cheek through the fabric of my gown. My own hands are already running freely over her back and shoulders, revelling in the sensation of a woman's sensual body. Only when my daughter's hand begins to seek out the opening of my gown to find my breasts do I step back and pull the fabric back together. 

Instead I reach out and take her hand and lead my daughter through to the living room. I pour her a drink of her favourite mango juice and tell her to remain perfectly still. I approach slowly now and gently undress my baby. I unbutton her white blouse first, my heart fluttering as I expose the deep cleavage that is supported by back silk bra. As I slide the blouse clear of her body I kiss her exposed shoulders and arms. 

'That's it baby, I want you to relax my sweet. You have had a hard day. Mummy's here to pamper you and look after you - as only a mummy can...'

I reach behind now and undo my daughter's grey skirt, sliding it over her pert and nicely full arse. I now step back to admire her. I love the way she looks in her expensive black lingerie - an indulgence I have always encouraged her in, never imagining that I would be the chief beneficiary! The black bra encloses her deliciously juicy 44DD breasts, pushing them together into a wonderful sexy cleavage. I am turned on by the smooth roundness of her stomach, the way her rich black hair cascades down her shoulders and halfway down her back. And then the flare of her hips and the tight panties that enclose her steamy cunt and follow the groove between her impudent arse cheeks. I gaze too at my darling's smooth and inviting thighs and admire the high-heeled shoes she is wearing.

'Umm, you are all woman, darling. I bet you give all those men in the office raging hard-ons when you arrive each day. And I bet you turn the women on too, I bet they mastrubate thinking about you when they are lying in their beds in the evening. And I bet that lesbian boss of yours cant take her eyes of you honey, can she? But darling, I'm afraid they're all going to be disappointed. Because you, my dear, are mummy's girl aren't you....'

As I said this I opened the front of my gown and pulled it wide to reveal my heavy, swollen, sagging breasts. I began to walk slowly, with an exaggerated swing of the hips, towards my daughter.

'This is what you want isn't it darling? Tell me this is what you've wanted all day. Tell your mother she's the one you've been lusting for. She needs to be told...'

'Yes, mummy, yes. Your coming to me last night was the best thing that's ever happened to me - a dream come true. Your body has always turned me on. I love your voluptuous figure, your heavy breasts. I've been horny for you for years - and yes I've been wet all day. Please make love to me again, please sleep with me tonight - every night. Remove that gown, darling, let me see what I crave...'

Smiling I let the gown drop from my shoulders and fall to the floor. I was naked now but for the gold jewellery around my wrists, neck and ankles. The two of us, mother and daughter, now walked towards each other. As we met I took my Sema's hands and lifted them to my mouth, kissing each. I then took her hands and placed them on each of my breasts. 

'Its ok darling, you've got all of me - whenever you want me. You know that a mother's love is unconditional.'

I close my eyes as my daughter began to explore my offered breasts. She allowed the tips of her manicured fingers to trace my generous curves, letting her finger run down my cleavage to the tender tips of my breasts where my large dark nipples pointed downwards. My breasts certainly weren't of the pert kind you read about in erotic novels or see boasted by silicon-enhanced actresses! No, they had hung low on my body, bearing the marks of my years, of breast feeding my darling, and the sheer weight of my always-substantial endowment. The 42-inch D-cups of my youth had now filled to heavy 46 inch EE-cups. They dominated my body yet were always my secret pride and now, to offer them as a gift to my lover, was a moment of supreme satisfaction.

'Go on baby, squeeze mummy's breasts. Don't worry about hurting me. Play with mummy's big old breasts. They've been aching for your touch - for years, darling, for years. I loved suckling you all those years ago, my darling. It turned me on to feed you at my breasts, to give you my milk. I wanted to keep on feeding you baby, as you got older. But my mother made me stop - made me deny you my breasts when you came to me. God I wish I could feed you now, my baby, I wish I could nurse you. Go on - suckle from me my sweet, put your mouth to mummy's nipple...'

I pulled my daughter's head down to my left breast and lifted up the teat to give her easy access. She locked her mouth on me and sank to her knees as she suckled at my breast. I stroked her hair whilst I teased and massaged my jealous right breast. Everything was falling into place, I felt. Far from shutting down by womanhood as I approached my senior years I was blossoming from a lover's touch, glorying in the feeling of being wanted and needed. Oh, I had so much to give, the passion stored over neglected years and a dismal marriage. And how right that my daughter should have unlocked these springs of submerged desire?

After ten minutes of suckling at my left breast I gently directed my daughter to my right nipple and she readily continued her feeding. As she did so I lent forward and ran my hands down her smooth back and unclasp her bra. I want my darling's own large boobs to hang free and I massage her shoulder to ease away the marks left by her bra-straps. 

Only when I know she has had her fill of my breasts do I slide slowly down and kneel to face my daughter. We each of us thrust our breasts forward and allow them to touch. The sensation sends an electric current surging through my body. Her breasts are gorgeous - still standing well clear of her body, they are firmer and smoother than mine, and her skin is paler. I lift up my sagging breasts and run my nipples over hers. She moans, her bust rising and falling with her deep breathes. She lifts her hands up onto her head to expose her boobs still more clearly to my touch, my gaze. As nipples caress nipples they harden visibly, bringing each of us heightened pleasure. My darling is squirming now, her succulent orbs shimmering as she twists her upper body, her hips rotating below.

'Oh god, mummy, are you going to fuck me with your breasts? You're getting me so hot and horny. I'm gonna orgasm mummy, I'm going to cream in my panties....Is that what you want? Is that what you want from your lesbian whore? Oh my tits are so turned on....touch my pussy, mummy, feel how wet I am....'

As my daughter lifted her hands to my breasts to maintain the nipple stimulation I slipped my right hand inside her panty and past her trimmed pussy her to her dripping snatch. I intruded by long middle finger against her cunt lips and rubbed it back and forth over her wetness. My daughter groaned loudly and slumped forwards, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders.

'Oh please put it in, put it in. See what a bad girl I am mummy. See how wet you've made me. I'm dripping for you; I've been wet and sticky all day - for you, mum, for you. Finish me off, please, put your finger in me - fuck me dear, fuck me like the bad little lesbian I am. I can't take any more...'

I eased one finger in - then another, and then a third. She began to buck her hips against me and it was enough for me to keep still and let my baby take her pleasure.

'Go on you lesbian bitch. Fuck mummy's fingers, fuck her. Harder - you want it bad, so show me. More juice, I want more juice. Do what mummy says - give her want she wants. Come on girl, cum for mummy, show her what a slut you are, drench my fingers in cum, show me how much you want me...that's it, now honey, now...'

Bucking hard against my fingers and with her face pressed against my neck my daughter let out a suppressed cry as her crisis broke and she orgasmed against my hand, a renewed surge of pussy juice trickling along my finger. I pulled her close as she did this, supporting her upper body and comforting her with my warm embrace as she gave me her essence. Only gradually did her movements subside and it was some while before I gently removed my fingers.

Raising my juice-soaked fingers I ran them over my daughter's lips and then smeared her nose and already moist forehead. Immediately she licked her lips, wanting the taste of her own cum. 

'Umm, you are a shameless little dyke aren't you - licking up your own juices. Here, let mummy help you...'

I planted long and slow kisses on my daughter's face, licking up the juice she had spent for me and sharing it every now and again with a wet kiss on her succulent lips. All the while we held each other very tight, each loving the feel of soft yielding feminine flesh and each breathing deep of the others smell of arousal.

Only when we part do I suggest to my daughter that we might take a shower together. She smiles her assent and I rise, taking her hand and leading her from the drawing room and along the hallway towards the bathroom. As we pass the lavatory door my daughter asks if id wait while she nipped in to relieve her full bladder. But I keep a tight grip on her hand - no, I reply, mummy has a better idea...

Once in the bathroom I switch on the shower and let the room steam up. As the steam rises we move into each other's arms again and resume our kissing and caressing. God, we cannot keep our hands and lips off each other as our erotic desires, so long confined and hidden, are at last undammed and free to find their natural course. I whisper in my darling's ear.

'Mummy didn't want you to piss, my sweet, because there's something she wants you to do. She wants you to relieve yourself in the shower, she wants to watch your golden shower. Will you do that for me? I'd like that very much. I hope the whole idea isn't too kinky!'

'No mummy, off course not. I'll do as you ask - on one condition. That you eat me out at the same time...'

With that my daughter stepped nimbly into the shower and beckoned me to join her.

We each of us stood now under the radiating jet of water, loving the feel of its warmth as it surged through our hair and streamed off our bodies. My daughter cuddled against me, hugging me close and resting her head on my shoulder. 

'Oh mummy, I'm so happy. I feel so alive, like I'm in paradise. This is beyond any dream I dared to wish for. Tell me its for real - tell me its alright, that it's not wrong what were doing. I'm frightened it's too good to be true.'

'It's true, my dear, it's real - believe me. You are not dreaming, my sweet. Our love is real, baby, and so is our passion. This is no dream.'

'But mummy, is it wrong for us to love each other like this - physically I mean?'

I took my baby's head in my hands as the water streamed over us and looked deep into her eyes.

'No, my darling Sema, it's not wrong, it's not wrong at all. If two women happen to be attracted to each other, want to reach out to the other and make each other truly happy and contented, how can that be wrong? Better, surely, to admit their love honestly than to disguise it in a living lie - as I did for so long. And if those two women happen to be mother and daughter, and their love affects no one, hurts no one, then that cannot be wrong either. You've given me a happiness I've not known in years - thought I'd never know again. You've awoken erotic desires I thought were dead and buried. You've made one old mother very happy...'




Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 02



My daughter clasped me tight as I said this, kissing my neck and pressing her tender breasts against my soft boobs. 

'Thank you, mummy, thank you for making me understand and accept what is happening. I want to make you happy, mummy, I'll do anything you want. Please tell me what you want, what you desire. Don't be embarrassed - nothing's too kinky. I'll be your woman, I'll be your lesbian whore, your naughty girl. Just tell me - after all, a dutiful girl must obey her mother!'

'Yes, my baby, you must do what mummy tells you. And now, my dear, I think it's time you emptied that over-full bladder of yours, don't you? Go on, darling, wet yourself for mummy....'

I put my fingers to my lover's pussy and begin to finger her horny cunt. She responds by placing her slender legs wider apart and resting her right hand on my shoulder for support. She begins to groan with each heavy breath. 

'My piss is coming mummy - your dirty girl is going to release now, for you, for you...'

A stream of hot piss gushes from my darling's cunt, running over my fingers and splashing onto my arm and legs. I raise my fingers and devour the liquid. The taste and sight of my daughter's urine is unbearably kinky. I drop to my knees, allowing the golden piss to stream onto my large breasts. Leaning forward I intercept the stream, enjoying the sensation of her piss on my face. Inevitably I open my mouth and take in the stream she is giving me. My girl places her hands on my head and pulls me to her, my mouth closing in on the source of her piss. I press my tongue in the hole, piss squirting left and right. I feel I'm being drowned in my daughter's liquid essence but I drink down as much as I can while I press my tongue onto her clit. My daughter screams loudly, pulling me hard against her, thrusting against my tongue. 

'Urghh yes, oh god. Eat me mum, eat me. This is incredible...you're so good, amazing...'

I continue to work my tongue around her cunt, savouring the hot piss that enters my mouth, relishing its pungent odour. Gradually my daughter's bladder begins to empty and the stream becomes a trickle, before finally subsiding, leaving a strong of droplets on her lips and pussy hair. My daughter drops down to her knees too and French-kisses me whilst massaging my breasts, still wet with her own piss. 

'That was awesome, mummy, simply awesome. God you're making me into a quivering horny slut. Please don't stop loving me....Let's go now to your bedroom, where we can be a little more comfortable...'

Stepping out of the shower we gently towel each other dry before I take my daughter's hand and lead her through, like some young bride, to my bedroom. Just inside the door my daughter hesitates.

'Please wait one moment. There's something I need to get.'

While my daughter skips off down the hallway I go to my bedside table and switch on the lamp. Opening the drawer I take out a bottle of baby oil, smiling to myself at the appropriateness of the name. Shortly afterwards my daughter returned with a red box, tied up with ribbon. She hands it to me.

'Here, mummy, I got this gift for us today. I hope you approve...'

Sitting on the edge of the bed I undid the bow and opened the box to find a smooth and soft and very black 8-inch dildo attached to a harness. It was with some reverence that I lifted the impressive object from the box and held the black life-like cock between my small plump hands. Gently I ran my right hand along its length, smiling as I did so. 

'Its beautiful, darling. What a wonderful idea. In think you and I are going to enjoy sharing this. And what a lovely size. I must say your father's cock was never as impressive as this. If it had been I might have been more interested in him.'

My daughter reached out her own hands down and enclosed mine around the black cock. She was still for a while before speaking in a low, feeble voice.

'Mummy dearest, I wanted you so much to have this cock because I want something desperately. I want to share with you something very precious. I want you mummy to take my virginity. I want you to wear it and fuck me with it. No man has ever fucked me, mummy. I want you to be the first. Will you deflower me, please?' In response to my daughter's affecting words I lifted the cock slowly to my mouth and enclosed its large head with my mouth, sucking with an exaggerated motion as my daughter gazed intently. Then, slipping it from my mouth, a string of saliva still attaching to it, I offered the cock to my daughter. She opened her mouth to receive it and I pushed it gently back and forth.

'You needn't ask my dear. Of course mummy would love to fuck you, to share with you the moment that you become a complete woman, to hold you and comfort you as you offer to me your most precious treasure. God I wish I had a real cock to fuck you with - but I think this beautiful black phallus will more than do, don't you...'

I move on my daughter now, pushing her down against the bed, easing my heavy body against her yielding curves. Lifting the dildo from her mouth I replace it with my own lips and tongue while my hands roam and caress her feminine form. My daughter reciprocates my passion, clawing at my back, scratching my skin with her long nails. We are each of us moaning and breathing heavily, each of us devouring the other, knowing that our lesbian passion was reaching a new level of intensity. My daughter's hand was on my fat arse now, squeezing and massaging my plump cheeks. When her finger managed to locate my already damp anus and eased a little way in I groaned and kissed her with re-doubled passion - showing her that no part of her mother's body was off-limits. Each of us was a slut for the other. 

Shifting forward, I straddled my daughter's stomach with my thighs and sat back to look down on my beauty. My breasts hung above her face and she reached up to squeeze them, pressing them together. I lean across and take up the bottle of baby oil, opening the cap and allowing it to drizzle onto my darlings exposed bosom, trickling over the nipples and running down the sides of her breasts. Smiling, she raises her hands above her head and relaxes as I gently and expertly massage the oil into my baby's breasts. Her nipples respond the attention I'm giving them and begin to harden and elongate. I take then between my fingers and pull and squeeze them, causing them to stiffen still more. 

I had long been turned on by my daughter's ample yet firm cleavage, loving to gaze upon her as she wore tight tops around the flat. Now her breasts were in my hands and she was loving and responding to my attention. I massaged first her breasts, then her shoulder and arms, and then back again to her breasts and so on. Unlike a man, I was in no hurry. I wanted my daughter to be deeply relaxed, to be free of all tensions. I knew what it was like, as a woman, to support the weight of full heavy breasts all day. I was in love with this woman and wanted my fingers to express this emotion.

Only when her groans told me she was fully relaxed did I push together my daughter's large soft breasts and begin to suckle on them, licking the nipples and the soft flesh around them, teasing them with my teeth and enjoying the sensation of their firm erect texture. As my daughter whimpers sweetly I release her breasts and lift my leg back from over her body to lie at her side. Taking again the baby oil, and pour it now onto her rounded tummy and the bellybutton. It trickles every which way and I follow the rivulet that runs down to my darling's hungry pussy. There the oil mingles with my darling's love juice and her pussy lips are slick and wet and spreading like petals to my touch. I graze so lightly the tip of my baby's clit - but it is enough to make a shudder ripple through her erotically charged body. She spreads her legs still wider, drawing me in to the potent centre of her womanhood. 

Dribbling still more oil onto my finger I massage the full lips of her horny cunt, sliding my index finger up ever so often to her engorged little clit. My lover has abandoned herself to the sensations surging through her pussy, her eyes shut, her head tossing from side to side against the backdrop of her damp black hair. Her hands are at her breasts, squeezing and manipulating the nipples, massaging the oil into her soft tit-flesh.

'Ahhh....Ahhh....Oh god, mummy darling, use your fingers - push your fingers into my hot cunt. Can't you see how much I want you? How I'm squirming for your attention? Go on, fuck me with your fingers, make me cum - I need to cum!'

I smile and blow air onto my young lover's burning pussy, all the while manipulating her fleshy labia with my bejewelled fingers. 

'Ummm, not so fast my young slut. You'll get your release all in good time. Mummy knows what best for her baby, doesn't she? She knows what her darling really wants. She wants her mother to fuck her - not with her fingers, but with a big black juicy cock. That's what her bad little girl really wants isn't it? And you know that mummy loves to spoil her naughty little slut...as long as she begs for it nice and dirty...'

I reach up now and take my daughter's hands and lower them to her own pussy. She begins to finger herself with alacrity, pushing her thighs apart and stirring up her juices. I slide back off the bed and take up the black cock and its harness. Turning my back to my lover I place the black phallus between my legs and strap it to my body. Luckily the straps are long, as there is a lot of me to encircle! When the final strap is fixed in place I settle the cock into position and run my hand along its length, taking in the novel and erotic sight of a penis jutting forward from my body. Only when I'm ready do I turn and face my daughter and walk slowly back towards the head of the bed. She looks at me with wonderment, her fingers making ever more passionate love to her randy pussy.

Having reached my baby's head I stand next to the bed, my left hand on my hip, my right continuously stroking my cock.

'Here I am darling. Mummy's here for you - and this is how you wanted me, isn't it. Do you like my cock, darling? Do you like to see me hard like this? I'm hard for you my love. My cock is smooth, and long and thick - and just right for fucking a lesbian whore like you. Don't you agree darling...?'

Leaning across I allowed the phallus to swing in front my daughter's face. Raising her hand she began to massage it before pulling it down and taking it into her mouth. She began to run her lips back and forth across the bulbous knob.

'That's it, baby, suck the cock that's going to fuck you, that's going to take your virginity. Are you ready for this, darling, is your cunt nice and ready for your mother's cock? I hope your all wet and slippery for mummy, I hope your cunt is open and ready to receive her?'

My daughter sat up now, throwing her arms about my waist and pulling me onto the bed. 

'Yes, mummy, yes. I'm ready, I want it, I want you. Fuck me please, fuck your daughter, fuck her in your marital bed. Make her your woman, now...now!'

I rolled my voluptuous form onto my daughter's succulent body, allowing the cock to press against her soft tummy. Our full breasts pressed together and I held my baby's head in my hands, gazing deep into her loving, trusting, eyes. Her thighs were spread wide to receive me and I could smell the aroma of her streaming cunt.

'God I want you too girl. Mummy's going to fuck you good and long with her big black cock. I'm going to fuck you all night, again and again - I'll always be hard for you...'

Reaching down I took the potent phallus in my right hand and directed it to the opening of my daughter's cunt. Her lips were distended and slick with juice and I had no difficulty easing the head of my endowment into her. Unsure how fast to proceed, I held back now, teasing the bulbous helmet back and forth against the entrance to me daughter's vagina. God she was wet, and the movement of the cock produced and sucking and gurgling sound. 

I felt now my girl's legs tighten around me as she pulled me close, her hands too reaching around to clasp onto my arse. 

'More, mummy, give me more - push your cock in me...I can take it...'

Pressing forward I felt the cock move deeper into her opening, my daughter whimpering and grimacing as it did so. But still she pulled and still she pushed - still she was hungry for more.

'Deeper, deeper...give me all you've got. I want it all mum - every inch. Go on, fuck me....'

I felt the cock come up against an internal block and I knew that I'd reached my daughter's hymen. I kissed my darling full on the lips now and gripped her still tighter. 

'Here we go baby, be brave for mummy, I'm taking you now, I'm taking you, making you mine, making you my woman...'

With a final thrust the hymen gave way and my daughter screamed as the black phallus invaded her deepest recesses. Tears were in her eyes and she clung to me, burying her face in my neck, sobbing as she repeated again and again...

'I'm yours mummy, I'm yours mummy. Fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop, keep fucking me. Fill me up, use me. I'm your slut. I've wanted this so bad, so bad...'

Encouraged by my daughter I pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until I had no more to give. She had taken every inch of the black weapon and it was enough for me now to satisfy her to the limit of her capacity. And my darling proved as insatiable as I'd hoped. Again and again I thrust my cock into my lover, who screamed loudly with each penetration, her strong thighs griping me like a vice. Her fingers grasped my shoulder and as her orgasm approached she dug her nails deep into my soft flesh. 

'Don't stop, mummy, harder, harder....ahhh...ahhh....ahhh...ahhrghhh...yeesss...'

My girl thrashed the bed feverishly as she came, arching her back, her head tossing from side to side, her thighs locking around my waist. Only when the surge of her climax had exhausted itself did she slump back prone on the bed, her breasts heaving with each deep breath. She raised her hand to my face, running her finger over my cheek and lips. 

'Dear, dear mummy that was everything I've ever wanted. It was wonderful. I'm yours now mummy, you've taken me and made me your woman. But don't stop mummy - keep fucking your daughter, use me like the lesbian slut I am...'

Fortunately, where a man could not long postpone pushing on to his orgasm, I knew I could take my time and allow my darling to savour every moment of her journey into womanhood. At times I would thrust forcefully, pounding the phallus deep into her hot cunt, forcing the breath from her lungs as our pelvic bounds met. But as each of her orgasms subsided I would lie still in my baby's arms, my cock still in the embrace of her pussy, kissing her tenderly and stroking the hair from her face, until she was urging me to fuck her again. 

Only after an hour or more had passed did I roll, exhausted, from my lover's embrace and allow the black cock to rest limp at my side. I was drenched in sweat and utterly tired. But as my daughter snuggled up beside me and placed her head on my soft right breast, I knew too that the two of us were supremely contended. This had been my marital bed for years; yet only now was my love truly consummated.



Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 03



I slipped the key quietly in the lock and deftly opened the door. The entrance passage of the hallway was already suffused with the first rays of the morning sun. The sounds of the Indian morning were rising from the street below. Not that I needed any reminding that I’d been out all night. What had begun as a dinner party thrown by my American boss Belinda had developed into rather more than that. 

This itself was not a surprise either. Or rather, let me put it another way. It was, of course, Belinda who had first awoken me to the intensity of my attraction to women. Her frank admission that she was bisexual had lit a fuse which had exploded in such an unexpected and explosive way. It had led to my mother and I becoming lesbian lovers - each of us avowing a love and passion for the other. Instead of occupying the same house as repressed and isolated individuals, we had come together as a couple, kissing and hugging on the sofa during the evenings and exploring each others luscious bodies by night. I had never been happier, more fulfilled; and neither, by her own accounts, had my mother. 

It was thus with some apprehension that I told my mother that Belinda had invited me to her flat for dinner. Her husband, she said, would be visiting for a few days and she wanted to take the opportunity to introduce us and, she hoped, get to know me rather better.

The possibilities of the situation were obvious. Belinda had made no secret to me of her bisexual tendencies. It was, of course, her own willingness to speak so openly of her desire for women that had ignited my own latent lesbian tendencies. She had entered my fantasies at that stage and had never wholly left them - fulfilled though I was in my mother’s love. 

Neither had she done anything to disguise the fact that she found me attractive. Rarely did a day go by when she did not compliment me on my figure or my choice of clothes. When we were together in her office I often found her gaze lingering on my ample bust or my legs. I was deeply flattered and did nothing to shield from her my charms. Quite frankly, it turned me on to be the subject of this sophisticated American’s attention. Her own fine features and tight body were enough to keep me aroused in her presence. I knew that if she made a move on me I would give her all she wanted. What I didn’t know was how my mother would take such a development. Would it hurt her to hear that I fancied another woman? Could she accept that her baby might make it with a younger and western woman? I needed answers to these questions before I could respond to Belinda’s invitation - before I contemplated taking an irrevocable step. I certainly had no wish to damage my loving relationship with my mother. 

I broached the subject that evening as my mother and I relaxed on the sofa after one of her typically full and delicious meals. My mother always perspired as she cooked for me in the sultry Indian evening and I loved the heightened aroma of her body - rich with the mixed scent of spices, oils, perfume and sweat. She delighted in opening her curvaceous body to me, slipping of her silvakamiz and reclining against the arm of the sofa in only a bra and panties. Wearing only a loose T-shirt, I had slipped into her arms and squeezed her gently, our lips meeting in lazy kisses interspersed with occasional conversation and mutual caresses. So we spent many an evening until I, wanting more, would whisper in my mother’s ear - ‘Please mummy, take me to bed…’

Thus secure in my mother’s arms I mentioned Belinda’s invitation to dinner and asked if she would mind if I accepted. I needn't have worried. Smiling, she pressed my face to her bare shoulder.

‘Of course I don’t mind, my dear. When your boss asks you to dinner you simply must accept. There’s no question about it.’

‘But mother, you know about Belinda? You know she’s into women as well as men. And you know that she flirts with me at work. Are you sure you don’t mind - what if she makes a pass at me?’

‘Mmmm, I wasn’t born yesterday you know. I can quite imagine what Belinda might have on her mind. But tell me, darling, what if she did make a move on you, how would you respond? Would you welcome that? Be honest.’

Avoiding my mother’s gave I pressed my face deeper into her bare neck. 

‘Well, ehh, yes, mother, yes, I think I would…’

I was blushing, acutely embarrassed to be speaking of my feelings for another woman whilst lying in my mother’s arms. Here I was with my lover, a woman who satisfied my desires ten-times over, admitting that I would welcome the attentions of a woman 25 years her junior. I felt my mother's hand begin to caress my back and slide down to my bare arse.

‘So tell me about Belinda, baby. How does she turn you on? What does she do to you? You know you must tell mummy everything….’

I told my mother what happened each day at work. How Belinda focused her attentions upon me, how she praised my clothes, admired my appearance. I told her how her eyes lingered on my full bust and how she complimented me on my womanly curves. I described the scent of her perfume, the expensive cut of her suits, and the way she rarely missed an opportunity to slip her arms around me as we discussed paperwork or a homepage. And I related the innuendo of her conversation - the way she spoke of her appreciation of the beauty of Indian women, of her openly expressed bisexuality.

As I spoke I noticed my mother breathing more deeply, her heavy breasts rising and falling with a steady rhythm. Her hand had tightened its hold upon my arse. I raised my own hand now and placed it on her left breast. She sighed. I leaned forward and kissed my mother’s full lips, still pungent from the taste of the meal. As always we expressed our love though soft full kisses, each finding warmth and comfort in the taste of the other. Only when I lifted my lips from hers did my mother whisper to me.

‘One moment, darling. Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?’

Leaning forward on the sofa my mother reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding it over the full flesh of her heavy breasts. Unsupported now they spread out and hung low on her reclining body, the large dark nipples, firm and prominent, pointing downwards in that way that always aroused my desire. Her hair was still tied up in a bun from the cooking, giving me an unhindered view of her invitingly soft upper body. Leaning back against the arm of the sofa my mother took a breast in each hand and began to caress her nipples.

‘That’s better. Now darling, tell me some more about you and this cute American.’

I began to understand the situation. As ever, my mother had the capacity to surprise me. Just as it had been she who had initiated our sexual relationship, so it was she who, rather than getting jealous at my mentioning of a woman’s lesbian desire for me, was actually getting turned on by it. And to tell the truth, I was also finding my juices stirring at the thought.

I lifted off the baggy white T-shirt I was wearing to reveal the tight black lacy bra that was enclosing my own full breasts. I slid forward now into my mother’s waiting arms. I let my tongue trail over her ample flesh. God she tasted and smelt so good! I loved her heady aroma at the end of a hot and humid day, when I could lick the juices that had oozed from her pores, relish the salty taste of her sweat, breathe deep on the scent of her perfume, and sample the heady atmosphere of garam masala that still clung about her - testimony to the food she so lovingly prepared for me. Her daughter and lover.

My mother understood my desires and hugged me to her, enveloping me in her soft arms, surrounding me in her fertile femininity. My own hair was open and lay plastered against her moist body, my mother loving to run her fingers through my thick dark locks. It was my turn to groan as I kissed my way across her chest and down towards her hardening nipple.

‘Ummm, that’s it baby, feed from mummy, take what you need girl. But tell me honey about Belinda, tell me what she does to you - I need to know…’

‘Yes, mummy, yes, she turns me on. I feel so good when she flirts with me. It gets me excited. It gets me hot. And I flirt back. I let my hand touch her body. I hold her gaze. I stroke my hair and lick my lips when know she's looking at me. I make sure she gets a good look at my breasts - and my arse when I bend over. Oh mummy, she makes my pussy nice and wet - just as you like, mummy, just as you like your daughter’s hot cunt….

My mother’s breathing was getting still heavier and she had lifted her arms up above her hair, exposing her underarms to my gaze. I was pleased to see that she hadn't shaved for a few days and there was a covering of dark hair on her erotic armpits. I licked my way up, the pungency of sweat getting all the stronger until my tongue hit her erotic zone and she moaned, pressing me deeper with her right hand on the back of my head. As I kissed and licked her yielding soft flesh I continued to turn her on with the dirty talk she loved.

‘Belinda’s had lots of women, mummy. She told me of her lesbian desires. She’s got a man, but she wants women too. She needs women. She loves to seduce them, mummy, she loves to seduce married women, she teaches them the joys of lesbian love - she fucks them while their husbands watch. She takes them while their husbands look on. Oh mummy, she tells me everything - she knows it gets me hot mummy. She knows instinctively I'm a lesbian. And mummy, the things she says about Indian women….’

Sitting back on my knees I lifted up my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. I was naked now and lifted my hands to my thick hair to toss it back over my shoulders, giving my mother a good view of my own heavy DD-cup breasts. Our passionate embrace in the humid air of summer had caused my own skin to be covered by a film of moisture. Every inch of me felt aroused and alive - responding to my mother’s sensual presence, but also the thoughts of Belinda. Speaking out loud my secret desires was turning me on as much as my mother. We had found yet another common bond.

Opening my firm thighs and moving forward at the same time I was able to straddle my mother above her hips, my horny cunt coming to rest on the soft flesh of my mother’s generous stomach. It was a position I loved, enjoying the undulating texture of my mother's well-endowed body. My mother placed her hands on both of my thighs and helped be rock my pussy against her tummy. The juice oozing from my pussy mingled with her own perspiration to lubricate my movements and I was able to raise my hands to my breasts, caressing and massaging them and teasing my nipples as my mother ate me up with her eyes. 

‘That’s it, darling, stroke your gorgeous breasts and rub your pussy against mummy’s tummy. Mmm that feels good baby - I can feel your juices on my skin. Am I nice and soft for you - like a mummy should be for her daughter? That’s it girl, rub harder, use me baby, use my body for your needs - that’s what I'm here for. Whenever you want me. Whoever else you see and love, I'll always be here for you as you want me…. Now tell me about those Indian women, darling, tell me what Belinda said to you…’

‘Oh mummy, yes, I'll tell you….oh the things she said. She said she is intoxicated by the beauty of Indian women, she can't get enough of seeing us up close. She said that she loves our large flashing eyes, our smooth wheaten skin, our luscious black hair, our gorgeous clothes, and our elegance. Ohhh’

I was continuing to gyrate my pussy against my mother’s stomach. My juices were flowing freely now - my mum loves my soppy wet cunt, the way I cream for her when we’re together. I was creaming now as I humped her ripe, full body - the smell of my arousal adding yet another aphrodisiac to the already steamy night air. Gently my mother slid her hand towards the thick black hair of my cunt, clammy now with my feminine excretions. Knowingly she eased her middle finger against my cunt flesh, seeking out my clit. I took in breath sharply and intensified my movements, my well-toned stomach muscles allowing me to shift and ride my mother’s body.

I loved watching my mother's feminine fingers explore my pussy; I loved the dark red nail polish she always used and the gold of the rings that looked so good against the backdrop of her dark skin. Those rings had been part of her wedding dowry. What, I wondered, would her husband’s family think if they knew that they were now rubbing up against his daughter’s greedy cunt!

‘Oh mummy, yes, yes, I'm loving this mummy - your so good to your naughty little slut….Oh darling, Belinda said she can sense the fire of Indian women, our erotic desires. She thinks we’re insatiable mummy, that our cunts are hot and demanding, and that Indian men can't satisfy us. They neglect us and don’t know our needs and that we have secret lesbian desires, desires we can't act on but which dominate our thoughts when we are in bed at night and our husbands are sleeping. Oh mummy, she’s right isn't she, she’s right? You know, mummy, don’t you - how you were with dad but wanted another woman….didn’t you mum….arghhh?’

Two fingers were now sliding up my cunt while my mother’s thumb massaged and manipulated my swollen and extended clit. My cunt was burning now and I could hardly bear the extra sensation. I leant back now on my arms, my tits thrusting forward from my body, rippling to the motion of my hips as I humped against my mother’s fingers, all the while supported by her soft yielding belly. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I presented mummy with the first of my orgasms, a gift of my devotion.

‘Come on honey, give it to me. Give it to mummy - release yourself, share your desire. Yes baby its true, I stored up my lesbian desires, they simmered and simmered and grew hotter and hotter. But I couldn’t tell anyone. I had to please myself, secretly, silently, when my man was out. This is what I wanted, what I always wanted. Now give it to me baby, cum for mummy, make this lesbian happy…’

I couldn’t have refused her if I’d tried. Thrusting hard and fast against my mother's loving finger I gave her all I had and let my orgasm break over me, over her. My head fell back and I was looking at the ceiling, my thick hair cascading onto the sofa. I yelled as I broke and my curvaceous form shook as I gave my self up to my release. My mother knew how to bring me off completely with her fingers and squealed with delight as I climaxed against her hand. And she had every reason to: for the first time I had squirted pussy juice during an orgasm!

‘Oh my god, oh my god - your squirting baby - once, twice, go on, onto mummy’s tummy. My randy baby, my hot little girl. Squirting onto mummy's fat tummy, covering me in your juice, that’s so good. Oh you’re beautiful, honey, beautiful. I love you so much….I'm so happy…’

I rolled back onto the sofa, my legs stretched either side of my lover’s full thighs. I was panting for breath, relishing the after-glow of an intense release. I wanted my mother to hold me now, to comfort me in my arms as she always did after I had had an intense orgasm. 

‘Come to me mummy and kiss me please. Your Sema needs you.’

Swinging her legs off the side of the sofa my mother rose slowly to her feet and stood before me naked but for the flimsy panties that were now damp and clinging to the contours of her pussy. Deftly she eased the fabric over her ample hips and allowed the panties to slide down to the floor. She placed her right hand on her pussy while I watched, gently stroking it, ministering to the desire which radiated from her womanhood. With her left hand she made a circular motion over her plump round stomach, massaging my juices into her skin as a final act of possession.

Only slowly did she allow her hand to drift up to the full distended orb that was her left breast. My mother’s breasts are, like mine, very sensitive and she closed her eyes and groaned as she massaged the weight of her flesh, her big dark nipple which had suckled me as a baby hardening against the smooth palm of her hand. I loved to watch my mother pleasure herself. Long years of practice in a frigid marriage had made her the mistress of this art and I spent long periods as we lay together in bed watching my mother pleasure herself with her hands, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm. 

This evening though I was hungry for more and shifting from the sofa I positioned myself behind her, placing a hand on either of her shoulders and pressing my stomach against her fat arse.

I kissed the back of her neck, exposed to me as her hair was still tied up from the cooking. As my lips trailed over her skin I allowed my hands to rove over her delicious body, enjoying the luxury of her curves, the ample expression of her absolute femininity. One hand pressed her waist firmly, while the other smoothed over her generous hips. Mummy, who was pleasuring her heavy sagging breasts with her own hands, groaned and allowed her head to roll back on her shoulders. I sought the exposed side of her neck with my tongue and lips till I found her right ear. I teased the ear lobe with my tongue before pressing it deeper into her ear. Again mummy groaned and reached her right hand back to clasp my head and keep me close. I whispered in her ear.

‘Mummy dearest, would you like me to release your hair now? Its tired of being all tied and bound up. It wants to hang free and I want to see it and run my fingers through it and enjoy its fullness. Shall I untie your gorgeous hair, my darling?

This was one of our favourite erotic rituals. My mother has beautiful hair: thick, black and long - the streaks of grey only adding to its allure. Previous to our becoming lovers she had often worn it open during the day. But since that date she kept it religiously tied up in a bun while was out at work. It was, she said, a symbol of her love for me. When she had first married she would only let her hair down when she came before my father in the privacy of their bedroom. Her rich and beguiling locks were not for the gaze of the men of the markets and streets. After my father had left this imperative had been lost and my mother had been much less rigorous in these matters. But since we had commenced our physical relationship my mother had reverted to her traditional ways. And it had became one of the precious moments in our love making when she would stand before me naked and slowly unclip her hair and toss it loose to cascade over her seductive body. Only it wasn’t a man she was releasing it for but a woman; not her husband but her daughter. The eroticism of the act was amazing and it always stirred my juices.

‘Yes, baby, release mummy’s hair - free me for your gaze, your touch…’

Gently I slipped the clips and pins from her bunched hair. One strand fell loose and curled, then another. All the while I continued to kiss and nibble at my darling's soft neck. I delayed the moment of release as long as possible until, with a final move, her hair fell loose over her body and over me. I inhaled its fragrance and relished its softness. There was no end to the sensual delights my mother gave me. She filled my erotic being to its limit - and beyond. 

I was kissing my mother passionately now, my lust building again after my orgasm. I was kissing her hair, her neck, her shoulders and her back, licking and tasting and relishing very inch of her. My hands were groping the front of her body - my right exploring the weight and texture of her right boob, my left rhythmically circling her distended stomach. Her own hands were far from idle as she stroked her thick and fleshy pussy lips whilst gyrating her arse against me. She was burning with desire and her moans and sighs and sobs testified to her pleasure. Id rarely known her so turned on. I knew the reason - and gave her more of what she wanted….




Indian Mother-Daughter Love Ch. 03



‘God mummy, you're so horny, you’re so hot. Was it me, mummy, that got you so turned on - was it my telling you about Belinda? Is that what is was mummy, is that it?’

As she breathed heavily she rasped a ‘yes, honey, yes’ - barely audible but heavy with meaning.

‘Does it turn you on mummy to hear that she wants me - that she desires my sexy Indian body, that she wants me as her lesbian lover? Does the idea excite you mum - tell me.’

She spread her legs further apart and was pleasuring her sloppy fat pussy with both hands now. 

‘Oh God yes, can’t you tell your turning your mother on big time? Arousing me with your words you naughty girl…’

‘What if I tell you mother that I want her too? That I want to offer her my body - let her run her elegant white hands over my voluptuous Indian curves, that I want to offer her her first taste of spicy Indian pussy, that I want her to suckle at my tits and finger my anus and press her tongue down my throat - what if I told you that mummy, that I want to be her lesbian plaything, that I want her to take me and use me? What if I said that mummy - how would you respond then?’

Her answer came loud and clear. Her breathing was now hard and fast and she was fingering her cunt with abandon. As her orgasm built she slumped down onto her knees, allowing herself to fall forwards onto the soft cushions of the sofa, presenting me with the inviting view of her full arse. And there, as the cushions stifled her cries, she masturbated herself to a climax while I watched, spellbound by her shimmering form and the dishevelled lusciousness of her hair. I let her spend privately - let her finish her release with her own fingers. But when she was through I lowered myself down behind her and began to plant kiss after kiss upon her sexy arse.

Slowly, patiently, gently, I explored my mother’s soft round arse cheeks with my mouth. My mother’s arse always turned me on and in the privacy of our apartment she would often tease me by wearing tight black trousers that clung to her curves and creased along the cleft of her cheeks. She knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her - just as now it was my lips and tongue that were traversing the exposed feminine flesh. She purred as I loved her and moved her hips seductively in a feline fashion to show her appreciation. 

‘Mmm mummy, you are good, very good. Just what a lesbian mummy ought to be - a lesbian mummy who gives herself to her daughter. I'm so lucky to have a have a lover like you. There’s nothing you won't do for your horny daughter is there mummy? You’ll give me everything I ask, won't you? Isn't that right mummy?’

‘Yes, my sweet darling, I’ll give you all you want - you know that my love. I'm your mummy and I'm always here for you, your wanton lesbian, your whore. Don’t ever ask honey, just take what you want.’

‘I will, mummy darling, I will. Now won't you please just spread your legs a little wider for me - yes, that’s right, that’s good….’

As my mother shifted her ample thighs there was a squelching sound as the thick pussy juice that had drained into the cleft of her arse-hole separated. My mother’s pussy is wonderfully wet and her heavy orgasm had left her more lubricated than ever. I feasted my eyes on the wetness of her arse whole and savoured the heavy smell of her spent juices. Lightly, very lightly, I lowered my tongue to her pleading arse hole. I knew how much my mother loved me exploring her anus and her sharp intake of breath signalled that my tongue had found its mark. She arched her back still more, leading me on, opening herself to my practised tongue. 

I let my tongue dance lightly around the entrance to her rear opening. She encouraged me with soft words and her anus dilated to my touch. To encourage me further she reached back with her hands and clasping her ripe arse cheeks in her hands pulled them wider apart, so her anus blinked at me in all its slick sticky glory. Pushing my long dark hair from my face I lowered myself down and pressed my lips more firmly against the tight pink skin of her anus. I kissed her deeply, revelling in this moment of the deepest and most personal intimacy. If only I could describe to you the heady taste of my mother's juice soaked arse, the raw eroticism of our embrace, the carnal relationship it symbolised. My tongue began to work its way up and down the arse crack, slipping into and around the entrance to her sweet hole. Mummy was getting impatient, squirming beneath me, unable to control the lust of her mature body. 

‘Go on Sema, go on….don’t tease me baby, don’t tease mummy. Fuck her, darling, fuck her with your tongue, eat me out - eat out your lesbian slut…..’

‘Oh I will, mummy, I will. But tell me mummy, is it ok then if I go to Belinda’s party - you don’t mind do you mummy?’

‘God, no baby, I don’t mind. You can go….please, yes….of course, my dear, of course….’

‘Tell me to go mummy, tell me to go to Belinda’s party.’

‘Yes! Yes! Go my darling go - I want you to go to Belinda’s party. Your mother wants you to go to her.’

‘And shall I offer my hot Indian body to this woman, this lesbian? Shall I let this white woman bed me? Shall I become her Indian lesbian slut? Is that what you want mummy?’

‘Ohhh my god yes, give yourself baby, give her what she wants. Give her your kinky body. She won’t be able to resist - give her the Indian pussy she craves. Show her what she’s been missing - but for god sake fuck mummy’s arse….kripa beta, kripa…I can’t stand it….’ 

Taking my right breast into my hand I pressed the nipple to my mother’s arse hole. My nipple was already hard and as I rubbed it up against her sweet opening she moaned deep and long. Maintaining the pressure I massaged her arse with my tit. Her anal juices were flowing nicely now and my nipple was soon slick with her love. The sensation was intoxicating and my whole breast was tingling with desire. 

‘I'm fucking you with my tit, mummy, fucking you with my large breast - the breast I'm going to offer to Belinda, that she’s going to fondle and suck and nurse. Come on mummy, show me your desire, cover my nipple with your thick cum. I want her to taste you on my breasts, I want her to know your desire….’

My poor mother was in agony now, writhing and squirming and heaving with desire. I knew it was time to take her over the edge. Withdrawing my breast I plunged my tongue fully down her passage, thrusting it in and out of her hot anus. She yelped with delight and I devoted myself to her building release. With each thrust her juices poured onto my tongue and I drank them down. It was the strongest and most arousing juice I knew and I wanted all she had. Again and again I pleased her with my tongue and again and again she groaned and gave me more.

I drew back and rubbed my hand up and down her slick anus, feeling her wetness. Her kinkiness was making me high with lust and I withdrew my hand and then brought it down sharply against my mother’s exposed anal entry. She yelped in response and I followed with another spank - this time on her plump right arse cheek. Again my spank elicited a cry from my lover, who arched her back still more to present me with her fulsome flesh. I spanked her again and again, on her arse cheeks and on her anus, and she quivered before me in a helpless state of arousal. I knew she was in heat and wanted satisfaction - wanted release.

She was simpering and pleading with me to fuck her - and I gave her what she wanted. I ravished my dear mummy’s arse, alternately eating her out, licking her soft flesh, spanking her cheeks till they glowed, then plunging my tongue in her anus again. God my mother loved this anal attention, she was insatiable. To bring her to her crisis I placed index finger at her anus and gently eased it in. Such was her arousal and her wetness that she took me comfortably. After probing back and forth several times I gently added my second finger and the two pressed their way into my mother’s hot arse. She groaned now - but still she took me into her. I new she was ready for my third finger and this I now added, pressing hard into her erotic arse hole. 

My three fingers together hit the mark. My mother screamed out this time and begged me to fuck her - to finger fuck her until she feinted, until she begged for mercy. Her own fingers were at her dripping pussy by now and she was soon tumbling over the edge, succumbing to her surging feminine passion, spending herself from her cunt and her anus, soaking my fingers and hers before slipping from my grasp and rolling onto the floor and lying panting on her side, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, her ample body heaving and her perspiration glistening on her skin. She had given me everything and I was overwhelmed with the desire to take her in my arms and hold her tight and kiss her tenderly and assure her of my complete and undying love. 

That night, as we lay naked in my mother’s marital bed, we reflected upon our evening of passion. My mother affirmed that the thought of me with Belinda was a great turn on and gave her blessing to whatever the dinner-date might bring. She realised, she said, that I would want to experience other women and she understood my need to do so. Above all, she wanted me to be happy - and to be secure in the knowledge of our love. 

‘Whatever happens, my baby, I'll always be here for you. That’s the nature of a mother’s love. But I want you, darling, to promise me two things. First, that you will let me buy your dress for the evening. And second, that you tell me everything when you get home. I don’t want any secrets between us, my love. And yes, I admit that to hear every detail about your lovemaking will turn your old mother on…..Now press your breasts against mine my dear and get some rest - I think were both going to need it!’ 

These words had been more than fulfilled. And now in the light of morning, as I gazed down at my sleeping mother’s naked form, I knew that it was time to honour all my promises. I slipped the dress my mother had selected for me from my body and slid my naked form up against my darling’s soft body. She stirred at my touch and smiled to see me. Opening her arms to me she whispered in a sleepy voice. 

‘Come to mummy my dearest baby and tell her all about it….’ 



Indian Mother Whore



I am Ratna, 47 years, still having good figure, which is a result of satisfying fucking with different people during last 15 year. In my first 32 year I took only one cock in my cunt whereas in next 15 year I must have taken at least 3000 cocks in my body. This all because of my only son. 

I was married at 15 and for 17 year I thought that my sex life with husband is very good and I also never thought of other man though many male in and outside family were eager to offer their lund in my cunt. I had only one son and naturally I used to make him happy by meeting all his demands. My husband was an executive in a MNC at calcutta where we were staying then. Husband used to go office at 8 in morning and returns by 8-9 in night. 

At one afternoon about 4 pm son asked me to come to market for some buying and roaming around. I dressed up in saree, petticoat, bra and blouse. I never wore panties under saree. We took a taxi and started. He told something to taxiwala and son sat besides me on back seat. He was happy so I was. He was seating very close to me. On way we stopped at few shops but he didn't buy any thing. Then we took some snacks and came back to taxi. I told him to return home, but he requested to see a movie. I said it is late and your father will be unhappy. He said we will go to english movie and we will return home before father is back. I agreed. 

He told taxiwala to take us to see a mast english movie and he placed his one hand on my thighs. I didn't mind but instead of keeping his hand still he moved it over thighs and took it near my cunt area and said mom you are very nice and I want to be near you. He placed his hand on cunt. Without making him conscious I removed his hand. He kept talking about his friend, what they say about me etc. Suddenly, I found our taxi on a way where both side of road hundreds of girls of all ages and half dressed were standing making vulgar gestures. 

On enquiry driver told me that this is sonagachhi area and all these girls are randi(pros). I felt pity for them and at the same time I felt pressure on my cunt. I looked at son but he was looking other side and continue to caress and press my cunt over saree. He never did it before. I was unable to decide what to do, I was ashamed and in presence of driver I didn't like to scold him. Encouraged he took entire cunt in his hand and pressed it few time. I was getting tears in my eyes but I thought that seeing those half nude girls he is excited and I thought that I will teach him at home on return. He kept squeezing my cunt with one and other hand he placed on his crotch. Then taxi stopped and driver showed us way to theatre. 

We paid him and moved. Among crowd there were about 30-40 girls/ladies in different dresses. Son purchased tickets and said movie is going to start. We moved in along with crowd. Men were holding ladies as if they are in bed room and not in public place. We moved in the hall which was small having capacity of about 150 with a balcony where only few heads visible. We got seat in middle of a middle row. I looked around, males were kissing their ladies and some were ever holding breast. Two person came towards us, one thin who sat beside me and other good features sat beside thin man. Then lights went off. I told son(Amit) that I am not liking it here, we should go to other place. He took my hand and said stay and you will enjoy. 

Then there was an announcement " now movie will start, name is "freedom" and now the gate of theatre will open only after film ends, in between no one is allowed to go out. You enjoy movie but no force and any action against any lady. culprit will be severely dealt with" Announcement stopped and movie started After short casting first scene was a old lady sucking penis of a very young boy standing and on bed a middle aged man was fucking a small girl in mouth. I was shocked and could not believe that my son has took me to see a blue film in public. I had seen blue films with husband in bed room. I wanted to leave but there was no way, door were closed. 

Then I felt two hands one each on both my thighs moving towards cunt area I immediately responded and removed there hand. But, Mr X who was other side of me said "madam don't get angry, see all around, every one is enjoying why not us, we will make you happy. Then I saw that two girls in front me has removed her blouse and bra and one has even sat on lap of his partner. I was unable to speak, further I thought if I shout people will know that I have come with son to see fucking film then everyone in hall will push his lund in all my holes. 

I surrendered. Mr X turned to me and placed his one hand on my one breast and with other started puling saree up. I was not in a position to protest. I felt hand on my other breast also and both were enjoying by pressing it hard. They were doing it over blouse Mr X had pulled my saree up and made my thighs exposed, other side son also pulled saree up and inserted his hand inside and took hold of nude cunt, I had saved my cunt in morning itself. After few minutes both released breast out of there hand but I felt two hand exploring my cunt. Son told me to spread my thighs and move my hip little down. I obeyed and Mr X said your cunt is still very firm and he pushed one finger inside. Son took my hand and placed it on his nude and fully erect lund. This was first time I took his grownup penis in my hand. He told me to move my hand over his lund and he also inserted one finger in my cunt. 

With fucking and sucking in movie and loud moaning of men and women around had arosed me also and I also started enjoying and pressed son's rod. Both were fucking my cunt first with one finger each and then they pushed two two finger each and moved faster. Up mr x took my hand and he also placed it on his lund which was smaller and thinner than son's lund. I was having two lund in my hands and down four fingers in my bur. In the movie old lady was now sucking little girls cunt and young boy was pushing his lund in old lady's gand(ass). Middleage man was still fucking that girl in mouth. I moved my hands faster on both lunds and hips also moving up and down. I was really enjoying but Mr X couldn't stand and he discharged his cum in my hand. I wiped it on his pant. Mr x and his friend got up and went to toilet ( afterwards I came to know that it was common). 

Son continued fucking my cunt And I moved hand on his lund. He told me to lift my saree fully, I got up lifted my saree over waist and then sat down, every one back must have seen my full and round hips. I again took hold of his lund and he pushed three fingers in my cunt and told me to sit on her lund but I refused.. son continued finger fucking and I moved my hand faster on his lund, his lund was of good size, bigger than his father's. Then I turned back and saw that girl behind me is fully nude. Her both breast were being sucked. 

She also had two lund, one each in her hand and down her cunt was filled with fingers of both person beside her. Son said, take lund in your cunt. I kept quite but moved my hand over his lund faster. On screen One lady of my age entered the room and pulled out young boy and also old lady from young girl and she herself put her mouth between thighs of young girl. The boy pushed his lund in lady's cunt. Then Mr x and his friend (say Mr Y ) returned and this time Mr y sat beside me and looked at my nude cunt. He said that his friend informed him that my breast are big and firm and cunt is still very tight. I like a cheap slut replied why don't you test yourself. My hand was fucking son very fast and he discharged in my hand. I rubbed all his cum over his lund and wiped my hand on his shirt. 

He also got up and left for bathroom. Beside him a girl was all nude and she was sucking her patener's lund.. Mr Y placed one hand on my shoulder and pulled towards him and placed other hand on one breast. He caressed breast softly and kissed me on lips passionately. He was handling me tenderly. His hand moved from one breast to other. I was very excited and horny. I moved my hand and put on his crotch. He said, can I open your blouse but I said enjoy it from top and next time He can have me all nude. He invited me to a hotel after movie, but I refused. He was massaging breast very nicely, down I opened his pant zip,, I told him to pull down his pant and underwear, he did that immediately and again pulled me to him. 

I took hold of his lund. Just by touching I got very excited and felt like taking his lund in my bur and mouth there itself. He has a big, much bigger than my son's and thick like fully developed cucumber. I said your rod is very nice and it will fill me fully. I moved my hand over his erect lund and he placed his one hand on my thighs. He said your maal's are very tight like a unfucked girl and he parted my cunt lips and rubbed cunt petals with his finger. He was giving me real maza. He moved his hand up on slit, took hold of clit and squeezed softly,. I parted my thighs and he moved his fingers over cunt petals. I was becoming mad for fucking, But I decided to enjoy what he was doing. He then took hold of my thighs and pulled it towards him. I bend further towards him and placed that thighs over his legs. 

My cunt was wide open. He continued pressing my clit and with other hand he was caressing my thighs and My hand on his lund was moved faster. I was finding it difficult to hold his thick lund. His handling of clit made me moan loudly and I started moving my hips up and down. "you need good fucking'I replied yes but not today. I told him that his lund is best and I will take in my bur but any other day. I said fuck me with your finger. He obeyed and and pushed first one, then two and then three. 

He moved his fingers in the cunt fast and said your bur is really tight, if you come with me, I will pay rs 1000 for one hour. He asked can you come tomorrow, I said I will come day after tomorrow but told him to come alone. I said his friend's lund is like a kid but I said That I will come with my friend. He agreed and moved his finger faster. I was kissing him, and fucking his lund with hand. At this time my son returned and sat beside me. He also turned towards me, opened my blouse, tookout both breast out of bra and sqeezed both. I told Mr y to feel my nude breast which is waiting for his sqeeze. He took one breast in hand and softly pressed and said you deserve more than 1000 for your assets. I was enjoying and forgotten that I am a wife of respectable person. Suddenly one bell rang and dim lights put on. He said movie will end in next five minutes so requested me to make him discharge. 

He moved his finger faster, I removed my hand and bend down to take thick lund in the mouth. I moved mouth over his lund faster and within three-four minute he discharged in my mouth, I lifted my mouth and kissed him deeply. At this moment lights put on and I found that many persons watching our act. I smiled, got up, arranged my bra and blouse and we came out. While coming out Mr x pushed some sheets in my hand, I looked at them, these were hundred rupes note seven in number. He must be rich I thought, for sucking and fingering he can pay 700 he will certainly pay over 2000 for fucking me. I acted like a cheap and also paid like professional. We took auto and started back home We were sitting quite, I took a stock of what happened and I blamed myself for this cheap sexual act in public. 

I looked at my son, he was quite and looking other side. I put one hand on his thighs and kept quite. On the way we took some snacks, changed to taxi and came back home at about 7. 30 pm. In house I became fully nude and told, "son I am not angry for what happened but this could have been avoided. If you would have told me, I would have allowed you to fuck and suck my cunt. 

In fact I did not given attention that you have grown up, and need a female, now you have seen and enjoyed my assets come and fuck me before your father comes back, acts in movie hall has really made me horny and if you want we will go again there or any other such place. ' I was really wanting good fuck, so I made him nude and took his penis in hand. It was limp. I moved my hand over it, took and suck in mouth but it didn't grow. I lied down and spread my cunt lips wide and asked him to suck it but he didn't move. I was surprised, in hall he made me hold his strong and erect lund and finger fucked but at home he is like a impo. 

Then he said, 'Mom, for last two year I had watching you getting fucked by dad and I masturbated, now I am able to get erection only when you are with some one or some one is watching us. In past when papa is not around I tried to get erection and thought of approaching you for fucking, I never get erection. That's why I took you to public place. I really want to fuck you but.. " I called him and pulled him on me. I took his limp lund and put it between cunt lips and rubbed along petals and clit for some time but his lund still limp. 

I was shocked and some how, I cided he must fuck his mom to get out of his public phobia. There was bell ring, I told him to go to bathroom with all my clothes and I put on a simple night gown. I opened the door, my husband was there, he came in, as usual took me in arms and kissed me. I pulled off his clothes to underwear and made a double whisky to him and said that I am very horny, can he fuck me just now and I lifted my gown up to waist. "oh darling, I am always ready,. He pulled down his underwear and pushed me down. 

I removed gown, I was nude and without any forplay he inserted his rod in my cunt. He fucked me for about 6-7 minutes, got discharge in my bur, got up and went to bathroom(attached with our bed room) I locked bathroom door from outside and came back to drawing room. There son was standing with his erect lund in hand, I lied down again and he pushed his lund in my bur. he must have seen his dad fucking me so he was hot. Hiis lund was thick and longer than his dad and h e hold my breasts and fucked heavily. He was about 67kg, I liked his fucking and about ten minutes he also discharged. I pulled him and said after dinner I will make arrangement that your dad will ask you to fuck me, and advised him not to say that he has seen me or any other girl nude. I pushed him away and ran to bathroom to my husband. We bathed together and came out. I started to wearing punjabi dress but he stopped and said wear a pink colour see through gown without underwear. 

I said but what son will think,. You are his mother and some time he has a right to see your beautiful body and moreover you are not nude, there is a covering. I wore mini see through gown which was not even upto my knees and tight on my breast and hips. My husband was in horny mood and it will be easier to make him convinced to permit me to fuck by son. I had a plan. I came out and told Amit that I am tired and not in a mood to cook so get some nan, kababs and curry from nearby hotel. He got up, I told him to take money from my purse (which I earnedtoday). He went out and I sat beside my husband. He said that these days Amit is very quite, I said he is growing and he may be needing girl's body. "you are his mother, and some time you can allow him to see your body. 

He will like it. ' I said you are mad and sat on his lap. Door was only shut. He opened all buttons (frontside Of my gown) and said let him see your mast breast and cunt to make him happy. I said I don't know. He moved his hand all over my body and tookone breast in mouth. I wondered what he do if he comes to know about my cheap sex acts in public and that his son has already fucked me just half an hour back in his house. Feel of thick lund of Mr Y came into my hand and mouth and I decided to have it in my cunt day after tomorrow. 

Husband continued to play with my balls, thighs and cunt, where as I was waiting for son to come and se me in this condition. it was 9 pm and chance of any one else coming inside was remote. After about half an son returned without knocking at door and saw me all nude and his dad's hand all over my body. I got up and put just two button on waist and let breast wide open. I took things from him and went to kitchen. I called Amit in for help. He came in and from back he took hold of both breast. "Wait for some time, then you can fuck me in presence of your dad". 

We came out and arranged plate for them. I went to bed room and mixed rum with whisky and served in three glass and offered one to amit. First he refused and I said You are now big and you must be sleeping around with young girls, you can join us. We cheered for our happiness and drank. Husband drank double peg in one sip and I served him more. He was going to be drunk soon. We were sitting in semicircle and I was sandwithed between them Dad asked "amit have you seen a nude woman" no, amit said. 'Your mom is most beatytifull and have mast assets, did you not see them, and he took one breast in hand. 

He was drunk and not knowing what he is doing. Amit said for first time now only he saw my breast. " Son, you can see and feel them, they are yours. After all she is your mother and you have first right, see how round these brests are, " Husband finished another drink and said" ratna, let your hold your breast". I took amit's hand and placed it on my other breast. Now father and son squeezing my breast together. He told me to see whether son is really need a women and told me to take his lund in hand. I removed his lungi and took lund which was in fully erected in my hand and said" his lund is bigger than you". 

At this husband removed his clothes and placed in lund in my other hand. He was fully drunk, though his lund was erect, I knew it will cum with few hand strokes only. He told Amit to open remaining button of gown, he did and I was nude. See everyone around wants to push their lund in your mother's cunt, even my boss so many time hinted me that if I permit him to fuck my wife, he will promote me, and now that sexy and tight cunt is waiting for you". I moved my hand faster on both lunds and just after few minutes husband discharged. Now my son was ready for action. Without instruction, he pushed me down, rode over me in 69 position. I took his lund in my mouth and he sucked, kissed and ate my cunt. 

Husband was watching and it itself was a best stimulous for me. Son sucked petals, and clit for few minutes and like in hall inserted three fingers in my cunt. I was sucking his lund and holding balls in my hand, husband put his mouth on my breast. Sucking of clit was giving lot of pleasure and my hips moving up and down. I pressed his head on my bur but he got up changed his position, kissed me deeply on lips giving me taste of my cunt and pushed his big lund in my cunt. Husband was holding his limp lund in hand and watching his wife getting chudai by his only son. I felt pity for him, took his lund in mouth and started sucking and fondling his balls. Son was giving me tremendous pleasure and fucking me hard and fast with same lund which in evening didn't get up despite my efforts. 

Son was well built and strong and I was happy that I can get chudai from him any time. Son has increased his speed so my hips and exploded in my bur. I signalled him to put his lund in my mouth, so he did and I sucked each and every drop of his cum. To my surprise my husband put his mouth between my thighs and sucked my cunt. I was very much satified and announced that from now I have two husband. There after we three slept together for next ten year till Amit got married. But sometime after marriage Amit told his wife about our relation and convinced her to accept us. There after we four are sleeping together. 

Amit has a handsome son of three year. My husband some time sucks cunt of his daughter and in return she sucks his limp lund. Despite innitiation by daughter in law husband could not push his lund in her tight bur. We suck and eat each others cunt very often and Amit fucks us nicely. My bahu knows that I do chudai in public and I am being paid for that. She wanted to come with me but I said till my cunt is in demand you rest at home and after being fucked by her son she can be turned public property. But, let me finish present experience, Third day I clean shaved my cunt, put shampoo in hair and at 4pm I changed to black trouser and white loose shirt without bra or panty. I took son with me and reached at movie hall. 




Indian Mother Whore



That Mr Y was waiting, he was alone, he came near us, shok hand with son and placedx his hand around me and asked whether I am ready for chudai. I smiled and he took us to a tea stall. My son remained out to see posters. He directly told me that he has customers for me who will pay 2500 for per hour and if I am ready for group, I will be paid rs 10000. He assured me of all safety and said police will never trouble me. He also told me that If I do chudai with my friend(son) or any one else in presence of people I will be paid rs 1000 per people present beside rs 2000 if any one of person present will fuck me. He gave me his card and ask to inform him of my decision. He also given me a cover and said this is 2000 for today's pleasure. "you may give me after when you are satisfied". He touched my hand and said I know you are a best maal. 

Son came and said that movie is going to start. We went in but today he tok us through stairs. We entered balcony, there were only four doble bed cots with mattresses and three one couple each were sitting. on each cot. Thy looked at us and we sat on empty cot. mr Y said One cot costs rs 500 per show and it is comfortable. I sat in between them, placed both hand on cot and reclined back. Mr Y (name was Manu) took my face and kissed on lips, son put his hand on my trouser and opened zip and pulled it downand spread legs apart. Lights were still on and person in balcony looked toward us. 

Manu tok hold of me and opened all buttons and removed shirts, " nice you have no underwear. I was totally nude, and both got busy, son with my cunt and Manu with breasts. Lights went off and after announcement movie started but I saw that lights (from railings) falling on cots and making our body clearly visible. I look around and other cots all were nude and busy in acts. I told them to put off there clothes which they did. They sat beside me and I took lunds in each hand. 

Both lund was tight and hard but Man's lund was longer and thicker. I was fondling there lunds and they with my cunt and breast. On screen a dog was sucking a young woman. After about ten minutes I told manu to sit on one end and spread his legs. I changed to doggy position and took thick lund in mouth and on back son pushed his lund in the cunt. He held my tight and round bums and pushing lund deep and hard. Down I was moving mouth over thick lund and he was pressing both breast. 

Son was doing hard and fast chudai, he continued it for about 10-12 minutes, I pushed out my cunt from his lund and changed posion fast, I placed my thighs over shoulder of manu and took lund of son in mouth. He spread my cunt and pushed his lund, but hardly one inch went, I was feeling pain, he took out his lund and spat on my cunt and moved one, then two, then three fingers insid, he finger fucker me for some time, I signalled him to put his thick lund in, he took out fingers and placed lund in and given hard push. 3-4 inch lund went in, he took hold of my shoulders and again pushed very hard and this time all 9 inch went in. My bur was copletely jammed and he started fucking slowly and I really enjoyed, It was the best fuck I had. I was lost in pleasure of chudai, son was continuing fucking of mouth and both were fondling breast. 

Bell ranged means in 5 minutes movie will end, I was in no hurry but Manu increased speed and thrust, My hip was moving up and down fast. I took hold of him in my arms and my thighs were still on his shoulder. Then movie ends and lights put on. We were busy fucking and then both discharged, son in mouth and Manu in cunt. I put down my thighs and ge got up. I was still lying and looked around to see that three couples and one other young were looking at my nude body. Leasourly, I got up, smiled at them and told son and manu that they have given maximum pleasure and I kissed manu. I pulled on pant and shirt and moved out of room. Unknown young man took hold of me and took aside and said management will pay rs 5000 per show with customers like I did just now. He pushed a cover in my pocket and in course pressed my balls and tthese are good, please call me, and left. 

We came out, Manu took my waist in his arm and he also put one cover in my shirt pocket and pressed my ball. He said he never had such cunt and he will like to have me again and invited me to his house, I smiled and promised that I will call him soon. We came out, took taxi on way we passed through redlight area and I smiled on girls, they waived me. I was one among them now. "son, are you happy". He smiled and put his hand on my cunt, I pressed his hand. We changed taxi, took snacks and came home. I went to bed room and took out covers. 

Manu had given me one thousand more and that young man 1500. 00 with phone no and adress. Now, I had turned professional and decided to go that way and enjoy with earning. My son and me had given public show of fucking in all holes, among men and also to ladies. I allowed Manu to fuck me on few occasion, but I didn't charge any thing. I visited that theatre again on many occasion and satisfied many unknown lunds. On one occasion I was booked for a private party and there during six hour about 50 persons fucked me in all position and I was conscious all along,. That day itself, I earned about a lakh. I satisfied my husband's boss in presence of my son and husband and earned promotion for husband. I am still on, My son made me a randi, but I am not angry, because this allowed satisfaction of my sex desires. Every lady must allow their son to fuck and suck their cunt. Bye.



Indian Motherly Heroine Fantasy



I got married 12 years before. Most guys select their wife for the reason he would love her or because she is beautiful. He could select her because she is rich or perhaps she is a famous. But even my wife had everything money, beauty and she is also a bit famous in the society. And she loved me very much. But these are NOT the reason I married her.

I selected her and went for her and married her just because I loved her mother, K.Vijaya. Don’t look at me like that. Who wont love her? Would you stop loving her? 12 years ago really she was in height of her glory. She was the most beautiful woman in the city. I have known many vijaya maniacs and Vijaya Mad fellows even in the rich circles in and out of Madras. Even now if at all she might be aged. Kay. Aar. Vijaya would have transferred her profession from Cinema to Television. But, Would you stop loving her?

Vijaya was a great woman. Yeah. For any south Indian she is definitely a great lady. As any south Indian  I fantasized this great lady. I always lusted after her. I would think like ‘If I get a chance I will break her hips fucking like HELL and make her mad after me’.

I know that I can seduce her with money but that wont be a long time exiting relationship. I needed a Long time secure and very exiting, thrilling, incestuous, taboo kind of relation with her. I want to seduce her bit by bit, showing that I love and adore her than anything and lead her to bed that way.

I always cursed myself for not born as a son to her. But I thanked God for creating me and blessed with a lot and lot of Inherited wealth and heritage. As I am born with a silver spoon, I had the privilege of approaching any lady just like that. But still I don’t want to make it that way with sexy Vijaya. I don’t want to meet her in bed for money. 

So I went for her daughter. I met her daughter in a Park Sheraton knowing from a cinema PRO that she comes there regularly for Gym. With my personality and richness I could easily cover her towards me. After several meetings, after letting her know who I am, and the boundary of my business I proposed to her. At first she is a bit confused whether I am asking it for real and this could ever happen. After a few days (I think she would have checked with her mother and she would have crossed checked whether I am genuine or what) she came smiling and she agreed. Even my parents were happy with my decision since they had a very good opinion on Vijaya.

So we went to see Viajaya's family and fix the marriage. Vow. That’s the first time I saw her so close. Her face is divine. A sweet smell of feminist and lust came from her. Her body is marvelous and curvaceous. She has worn the Sari in a very noble manner. Her sari style showed her the Ups and Downs very well. Her boobs are mounted on top of her so sexy stomach. And from back of it started the even sexier butts. And she smiled her world-class smile. At that very moment I fixed in my mind that, within a month I should fix her. I will have her in my bed and give her the happiness that she would have never had.

She invited us in and every part of her body seems to be inviting for me. While my parents started talking about her I gazed her and ogled at her entire body. While talking as she gazed me she saw me seeing her pointedly on her body. At first she ignored it thinking that I would be staring at her while she talked. But she gradually saw that whenever she looked at me

I haven’t changed my looks and constantly stared at her. At last she threw me a mischievous smile secretly. (Or is that just my illusion?) But, with this I certainly got some courage and secretly moved my gaze to her sideways. Her sari is a silk sari and the sides of it were rigid. So I could see the enormous size of her boobs encased in her silk blouse. I could see her hips a little bit. It seemed like a wave of butter. She has crossed her legs and I could sense the curves of her sexy butts and beautiful thighs inside the sari outlines. I wish I could jump on her and rape her just on that moment. I had to struggle a lot to control myself. I never knew what my parents and Vijaya and her Husband (I never even looked at him that day) talked and decided that day. Amidst the talks we were given so snacks and cool drinks too but I never took a zip of it too.

And only when my parents rose from there I realized they have finished with their conversations and concluded something. I am shocked to miss the happenings and from their smiles I sensed that the marriage is going to happen without any problem at all. So I too rose with a smile in my face. While waiving hands for my would-be wife and my fantasy women Vijaya I noticed she had a very special smile for me. But the same time I thought it would be because I am going to be her ONLY son. I too realized and cursed myself for not even having a word with her.

Even after we returned from there in our car I have been in my dreams for a long while until my father broke the silence. 

"Are you happy now? Your marriage is fixed in twenty five days time and your engagement is next week."

"I am a bit upset to hear there is still those much days left, pa"

My parents laughed and they thought I am in so much of in love with my would-be wife. (Yeah. If they know what's in my mind they would have never laughed in the first place.).

After two days I had a call in my Cell-phone from my fiancé. She asked me to join her for shopping from her side and select some Jewels and saris was first not interested until she said she is on the way to the plaza with her mother. I instantly agreed to hear that her mother is accompanying her. I drew my car as fast as I could and reached the mall. It was a huge Jewel shop. I saw them waiting for me. So I went with them and selected a few jewels for the engagement and Marriage. I noticed all the jewels I selected for her are very expensive that they can’t afford .So both the mother and daughter was worried of the bills. But in the counter the cashier saluted me and refused to accept the cash they intended to pay. They looked me in surprise. I told the fact that I am also a partner of the Jewel shops and all the Jewels are my present to them. Vijaya didn’t agree with that because she told it’s their duty to do something for their daughter and it’s not fair that I paid the price for it. I said as a Son-In-Law I would get whatever I deserve to get in a different way. Vijaya looked at me in confusion. That time my fiancée excused as for the rest room. I took this opportunity and held her hand with mine. I said, 

"Let me do this as a great fan of yours. I am an to you only if I marry your daughter. But I am a great fan of yours from a long time. Maybe even from my child hood. I want to present you something and this is not even a slight amount of it. If you still want to do anything for your would-be son in law I will ask you myself when time comes."

By this time my fiancé returned from the toilet. I asked them whether they would have dinner with me. They agreed and we went for a five star hotel. As that was a public place and my wife was with me along, I couldn’t do anything than ogling at her .It was late and so we have to part after that.

That night Vijaya along with my fiancée rang me and thanked me for the Jewels. I said to Vijaya when she thanked me, 

"Don’t mention thanks. Remember, I would ask you all that is due for my marriage myself when appropriate time comes.”

She laughed and said that she would keep up her words and would give me what I wanted anytime. I am shocked to hear the double meaning (or still is it my illusion) in her words.

The next three days went like a dream and my engagement day came into existence. It was not a grand occasion after all. It is also arranged in a more western manner than in our traditional Indian way. My father’s business partners and a few Cinema producers and the city's top men are the few in the engagement party. That occasion is planned in a five star hotel. So after the party we all opened bottles of scotch to celebrate the occasion. There is a very dim light that cleared all our moods. As there is a practice in the upper class some people started mild dancing. There is a mild music and all of us started dancing. First I started to dance with my fiancée. Then I changed to the wife of my fathers Partner. She is a north Indian woman whom I have planned to fuck after I fix Vijaya. But I felt very warm and sexy in those ladies arms. I looked and saw my wife dancing with my father. And searched for Vijaya and saw her sitting on the corner table and watching me without changing her look anywhere. Her eyes or fixed just on me. I couldn’t read the sensation in her eyes. I excused the lady I danced with and went to the restroom. Then I went straight to Vijay's table and sat before her eyes. 

"Aren’t you dancing?”

"Yes. But who would like to dance with a old women like me?"

She asked teasingly and laughing. I learnt the hint from mid aged women, whenever they mention themselves like I am an ‘old women’, then it’s always an invitation to the youngster to praise her and seduce her. I grasped the opportunity.

" Please stop saying you are old. You are still very beautiful and glorious women, who can win many YOUNG hearts. You can sweep all the votes in this dancing hall, including mine. If you don’t mind please make me feel prestigious and blessed by dancing with me."

I extended my hands with inviting eyes. 

She smiled and rose. Slowly she took my arms and came into them. Vow!!! I thought. That’s really a very great feeling. I held her back and we slightly moved dancing. I felt her knee length hair loosely tied beautifully. There is an aromatic smell of perfume arising from her hair. I looked at her most sexy face with a dazzling smile on it. That very instant I got an erection. My hands held her tighter. She raised her head feeling the difference. I grinned with a wicked smile. She too had a naughty look at her face. My hand felt the chillness of her back getting hotter little by little. As we danced slowly I moved my hand all along her back and caressed her. Her curves are like a molded statue. She was soft but firm. I tightened my grip and crushed her body with my hips. She definitely would have felt my hard-on I moved my hand towards her butts and moved my lips towards her face. Shit. The lights were on and the music has ended. So we have to part by then. I am so involved in her dreams, but after that I have had to travel to Ban galore and Bombay for Inviting my business friends and relatives to my marriage and settle some business issues. I returned to madras only a few days before the marriage.

As the marriage date is nearing I got very busy .The day before my marriage I got a call from Vijaya. My heart filled with a pleasure, which I haven’t experienced until then. She said as I have paid all the money for the marriage Jewels she told me it wont be fair for her not doing anything and she wanted to give me some best present I like. I know from her part she is going to give some 300-pound of Gold (apart from the Jewels I bought her) along with a bungalow and a foreign car. I am glad that she stood high in her royal ness.

"All right. If you really want to do something for your future son please come to Diamond jewel shop in the evening alone." 

She knew this diamond shop I mentioned is a different one and its not linked to my father anyway. I knew she would have thought I am going to have some Diamond ring for myself.

"OK. But as tomorrow is the wedding day, I think I would have to return early. Sorry to say like this but I know you would understand. Is it Ok for you?”

She asked hesitatingly.

"Its perfectly all right for me. So meet you at 3'O clock in the shop".

She came at the sharp time. I am very glad that I have had her alone. Lalls are the best diamond-selling merchants in India. As I have spoken with the owners already they showed the way for us to a private room with highest security. At first they showed some jewel ranging 300 to 400 thousand rupees. I asked for the top class McGivern's Diamonds and a matching Necklace set. She raised her eyebrows. I held her hand and smiled soothing her. She looked me with dilemma but even then she smiled back. After going through a few diamonds I concluded with one piece of necklace with flawless, pure white diamond .It costs about one and half million rupees. She tried to ask me something. I settled her with my eyes. When we came out, I said I have settled with the bill with the owners and no need for her to care for the bills.

That should have driven her brains off.Rs.24 lakh worth of a diamond necklace. I asked her to join in my car as she did directing her driver to home. Inside the car she is speechless. She seemed to be thinking of the necklace even now. So I watched her sitting next to me. Now that I got her beside me I know its long I would have her on bed. With that thought I started ogling at her. As she sat next to me, when I turned towards her I saw her big boobs shaking in motion. It was a very wonderful sight.

"Thanks "

At last she broke the silence.

"For what?" 

"For getting such an expensive jewel for my daughter", she told.

I couldn’t control my laughter. I burst out with laughter and stopped the car in sideways of an almost empty road. I continued laughing until she asked me ‘What’s the matter?’

"My dear mother, this necklace I bought with so much care is not for your daughter. It’s for you. It’s for the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. It may be a token of love from a fan to a lady like you".

She shuddered with a pleasure and her face showed it.

"Is it for me? Oh dear. I am speech less now. Thank you very much. Oh. Do you like me that much?"

I took her arm in mine. 

"I swear these are especially for the women I admire and worship a lot."

She is stunned hearing this. So, I slowly lifted her hand and slightly kissed it. I felt a slight shiver run through her body. I was so exited by then but as that was not a deserted road and as tomorrow is my marriage I know that every one would be looking for her and me. This road was not at all romantic. I don’t want to start with her in this climate. But when I started the Car again I could sense that her face have turned with a mixture of confusion and lust. But let her wait for me, I thought. All these years i have waited. Let her wait for some time .I thought.

I had different plans. I bribed and paid a heavy amount of money to a very famous Astrologer and said to him that after my marriage my First night and honeymoon should be postponed to one month or else it would be bad for the whole family. The day of my marriage came. Even in the marriage ceremony I didn’t stop ogling her. After all the ceremonies finished and every one left one by one, only my family and KR Vijaya’s family remained. My parents told that its a tradition to stay in the girls house for that day but as the astrologer told the first night occasion would be belated for one month. They told until that I have to stay in her house but should stay away from my wife. I agreed but I am very happier inside. Slowly the night broke out. My wife went to her room with a Lot of betrayal feeling in her eyes. I wandered in the balcony for a while. Then I saw a shadow behind me. I saw it’s the glorious women, Vijaya. I am just enthralled by her beauty. She is wearing a nightgown and it seemed very transparent.

"Vow ", 

Words escaped my mouth in excitement. I just wanted to grasp her and hug her tight and kiss her hard on her mouth grasping and holding her tight ass. But I hold my breath and waited. She said you want to join us for a drink? I am totally frustrated because she mentioned about her husband. But I sure thought that there would be some way out of that goddamn old man. So I agreed. I followed her to another side of the house, where there is a wider balcony facing the garden. We reached the balcony where her husband is already started drinking. He already looked drunk overly. He seemed to be a heavy alcoholic. A drunkard at last, I thought. But when we sat in our tables he just tried to smile and started his other round. Then she poured some gin for me and offered me some and she had some for herself. I started at her when she bent to give me the drinks.

‘ Hell’, I thought. Her nightgown so transparent and loose that when she bent down her neck is wide opened and I could see a lot of her cleavage and bare skin that looked like a molded butter ball that looked so creamy and white in color and sandal wood in complexion. Even I traced out from her transparent nightdress that she was wearing a black silk panties. My pants were about to explode if I keep on ogling her, I thought.

Then I realized her husband was over drunk and was about to fall in the ground. She said please don’t mistake. Let me move him to the bedroom. I offered her help so that I some how could make it to seduce her I thought. She tried to lift him up holding his shoulder. I went to the other side and held him from other shoulder. As he stood up we slowly moved him towards the bedroom. Slowly I moved my hands towards her. When my hands touched hers I almost jerked. Vow the feeling is great as I am touching her in a mood to fuck her anyhow tonight. Then I pressed her palms in joy. I felt her fingers join mine.

I sensed that she is agreeing. Or is she? I realized we are in the bedroom and slowly while we laid him to the bed, I slowly wandered with my hand all over her body. God, Am I in heavens? I even had a chance to slightly caress her boobs. Vow its like hell. Then she offered me a nightdress and asked me to change while she waits outside. Then she left. I changed and joined her in the balcony. She took a sip very sexily and looked with her burning eyes. They were floating with desire. 

"Are you sick not having what you ought to have tonight?" 

I said with caution, 

"Not at all. Until I have a company of some great person like you, their no point to be worried.... actually I am not sick at all. Instead I am very delighted, seeing you so close in the moon light alone". 

I stressed the word alone more. She smiled a mile wide and turned at me. 

"You speak very sweeter. I now know why my daughter likes you so much. It’s not just her. Any girl would be mad at you, for a person like you..."

"Oh I don’t want any girl to be mad at me. I only want you to like me...But, do you?"

"Ho I like you very much, dear."

I am so carried away by now.

I slowly raised her hand and kissed her.

"I am a great fan of you and I have adored you from my child hood. I worship you as a goddess of beauty. I would turn into full mood whenever I see your movies."

"Those where lovely old days. Who would adore me now.” 

She released a sigh.

"Even now I am mad of you. Only due to the madness on you I chased your daughter and married her. I am so of you even now."

"Even now?” She asked teasingly.

As I am boosted and know for sure she likes me to continue. 

"Yes. Even now. I will love you and adore you till my death. You are the goddess of my fantasies.” 

I caressed her hand and roamed it in mine.

This time she noticed that there is a big bulge in my nightdress. Her eyes widened and she left a naughty smile in her face. I didn’t leave her hand. I said,

”You are very beautiful. You look so younger. And your body is still curvaceous and glowing. “

I kissed her in her chins now.

"Hamm..."

She moaned and stood up. ‘Wait here’, she said and went it to her room again. I waited with an excitement. But when she returned I am a bit more exited. 

"What the hell.”

I thought. She is a sexy seductress. She can picture any guy if she dresses like this, I thought.

She has changed her attire. That was really a sexy see through sari and whole of the body, her huge breasts, her large ass her curvaceous waist her lovely hips, all could be seen through this lovely transparent sari. Her blouse is very low and the cleavage that is shown is enormous and the shiny skin is enthralling. My nerves felt strange and my bossy heat up like hell.




Indian Motherly Heroine Fantasy



I stood up. I felt my eyes coming out and my tongue obviously oozing saliva out like a hungry dog.

"Vow, You are a goddess”

I almost shouted. She handed me the diamond necklace I got her. She turned her back towards me. I wore it on her neck and slightly kissed her back. She moaned ‘Oh. ‘

I started licking her bare back. Her blouse is very much low and showing the entire back without bra. I licked cleanly her entire back and enormous shoulders she is showing. I kissed her ears and licked them too. 

She got entirely heated up. She turned from me and she sat sexily in the sofa again and crossed her legs.

I sat crushing her very closely. The scent was so seducing. I kissed her very close to her lips. And hugged her and kissed her again on her neck. Her breath became hot instantly.

I held her hips and caressed it. Then slowly I raised my hands to her boobs. I felt like this is the loveliest thing I have ever touched. Her sari pall u fell out of its place by now. I saw the most wonderful boobs of my lifetime.

I licked her cheeks and chin and slowly moved to her lips. I kissed her hard on her mouth and crushed hard her boobs. “Her buxom boobs.” I drank her saliva and she responded heavily. Then our hot breaths and bodies collided heavily.

"Hey" She said. "Hmm" I moaned in pleasure.

"What if you don’t have first night with my daughter. Who can stop you from having me."

"Ooh, I loved and waited for this moment for so many years." I shouted in joy. She broke up and shouted, 

"Then, lets go to your bedroom."

We stood up and almost ran to my bedroom. We undressed and hugged hungrily. We kissed Passionately then before. We fell into the bed and it shredded like an earthquake. We rolled in the bed hugging. I took of her blouse hurriedly. Her bare breasts are like two huge heavens. Its size is like tender coconuts made of butter and are in very good shape and order. Its still very firm and not even sagged a bit. Her nipples and areoles are very large but firm. I kissed them first and started liking the whole thing. Then I started sucking her while working on the other breast. “Ah”, “Ouch, aye ham." She moaned and shouted and I fondled one by one and sucked like a hungry baby she breast-fed me like careful ammo.

And I started kissing her stomach, and waist. I slowly undressed her lower part. Her cunt was Vow so clear, superb sized and her upper part contained smooth hair. I kissed her cunt immediately and started licking it and while licking I started to finger it like anything. I wildly finger fucked and sucked deep inside her cunt.

"Fucker. Lick and suck oomph.” (Suck, she said in a vulgar language) This made me mad and wild. I inserted m fingers and tongue deep and she moaned and shouted like anything...

Then she suddenly shuddered and shouted "Ha" I felt that she have reached an orgasm. After a few seconds rest she turned her back. Then I licked cleaned her back and slowly came to her ass. I kissed her ass cheeks and open them with my hands and licked deep in side her asshole. I licked it for a long time when she shouted. "Ha." “ Ouch" And all. Then I inserted my fingers, she jerked a bit and opened more for me. Then I fucked with my fingers, licked and let her reach climax once again backside now.

Then I slowly rotated her and kissed her cunt. It’s surprisingly so wet. I licked for a few minutes. I felt her hand reaching to clear my only under wear. "Ha”, She shouted seeing its size. "You are really big she shouted. Big as a Fucking Bull.” She kissed it hard. She roamed her eyes on my broad chest. She kissed me now on my chest and licked them. She held my chest and caressed them. She then took and shook my penis again which hung very large. 

"Its like a horse penis"

She shouted.

"I love to be fucked with it"

She sucked it hard and when I felt I cannot control I pushed her to the bed and made her legs spread wide and inserted my hard penis into her. At first it doesn’t enter fully. I am too much amassed to fell its tightness. Till today I never had any big women with so much tight cunt. It just went half inside and still a hell a lot of stuff was out side.

"Boohoo"

She shouted.

"Like that, like that only, insert it hard” 

Then I inserted little by little she said she is enjoying like it and asked for more tempos. I raised the pace. I hit her hard. 

"Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast"

She really meant it when she said it.

"Vow”, What a fucker I thought. Tightest, loveliest pleasure filled fuck. I have ever waited for this pleasure. So I went to the glory and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could.

I cupped one of her huge mulai and sucked her other one. I switched from her I licked from her Boobs to her armpit. With my other hand I tried to grab her ass. But it’s very large to hold by one hand. I roamed my both hand from her mulai to ass and vice versa while I fucked her...

"Hang, Just like that."

She shouted.

But at one point of that furious fucking session she began to scream. I understood that she is going to CUM. But I thought for me it would take more time. So without caring for her I furiously continued. She raised her hands and cupped my chest. She released more moaning and screamed. After a while I thought she have came fully But I am still fucking her. Now again while I am fast continuing, I linked her neck and ears. I said her name again and again. But she had other games.

She started saying 

"Marumaganae. Marumaganae." 

(Son, son-in-law) then I got wild again and after a furious session I knew I too I am going to CUM. The same time, she shouted”.

“I am Cumming I am Cumming”.

So I increased the tempo. And thought, that she shouldn’t forget this first incest affair. So crushing her too breast mountains I fucked he like a real horse.

I realized her hot CUM again. Then I released my sperms deep into her cunt. It spread hot through her cunt and both of our wets hot cum joined and overflowed a lot. But I was Cumming for a long time.

While we finished I fell on her and I was breathing like hell. When I woke up again With a hard cock few minutes later I saw my wife standing at the open doors, which we have forgot to lock in the hurry of fucking. Her eyes were wide.

We both stood up in a fear.

"Vow"

She said. 

"You  two fucked like hell. Oboe.” 

She shouted. I then noticed her nightdress is opened partially And I felt that she might have masturbated just a while before. But I was confused. But a lot surprised and happy that she Doesn’t seem to care about our incestuous affair.

"I know well you are eyeing for my mother even before our love affair.” 

She told. I listened to all her story her mouth opened.

"I am pretty sure you are the one who arranged to postpone our wedding night fuck session. I know how much crush you have on her. It’s not surprising to know you like her in a fucking way. Even I being her daughter try to have a lesbian affair with her at times. If I were born as a Boy to her I would surely fucked her. I am proud to be a daughter of a lovely sexy mother like her.”

“And your cock. It amazes me a lot. Hell .its like a steel rod. Looks like a thick water pipe or a long Pepsi bottle. I loved to watch how it worked on her big cunt. If you felt tight that’s also because you are so big. But don’t forget to fuck me also whenever you can with your hard horse like cock. It amazes me. "

Saying all these, she slowly unbuttoned her nightgown. She said. 

“ Let me see how you fuck one more time please. Please fuck my mom before you fuck me again with your long never-ending cock, you horse. Please.”

Hearing all these we got happier and hugged each other. We laughed and kiss each other. This time my wife sat on the edge of bed her legs wide opened. She was fingering herself.

I turned my mother, the sexy vijaya and kissed her ass. She understood. I opened it with my hand and licked it until it is wet and ready. Then I let one finger in, two and three. Then I finger fucked her ass. At first K Vijay s face turned red but in a few minutes she began to moan and came to a complete DOGGY style all ready. So I tried to insert my dick inside her. As it was a real tight ass my wife took my cock in her hands and tried to adjust until it went right to her deep hole. I felt this is another joy for all the effort I put on it. 

"Ass fucking the most famous smiles queen with the help of her daughter"

He daughter watched it and started licking my extra cock that spread out of her ass hole. So all these made me hot and made me fuck hard and hard. And then as she came near me, I kissed her on her lips while I fucked my mother in her ass. Then I held one of my hands and cupped my wife’s breast. I fondled it and my wife knelt and licked her mother’s ass. Then after a while she stood and showed her cunt towards my lips. I licked her hard while I fucked her mother hard in her ass. Then after a while I felt Cumming and shouted that I am Cumming.

Then I grabbed my wife, who looked sexiest at that moment. I laid her on the bed while my mother helped her in the bed; with giving her cunt to her daughter’s mouth my wife sucked it while I Fucked her like bull.

We had great three some section that day with full glory. We licked and sucked one another, and then we realized it’s a bright morning. I know for sure my father would have known our sex affair but none of we three cared. Let the damn man do what he wants. He is nothing for us. We are going to enjoy until we like.

Until today we three live a great life. I knew even the mother and daughter sometime Go to bed while I am out for business. But I am happy that I had my dream girl in my wedding day. This affair continues until now.



Indian Mother's Incest



I was always taught to revere my mother. In fact mothers are even held higher than god in India! Hence we have a lot of respect and closeness towards our mothers. Mothers also develop a very close relationship with their son's and even after they become men! They even become very protective against their son's wife.

I always thought it is a normal thing for every son to have a highly protective mother. But after reading some psychoanalysis texts, I came to know that Indian mothers have a reversal of Oedipus complex. That is, the mothers are emotionally and sexually attracted to their sons. Indian mothers are even compared with Italian and Japanese mothers who also have very close relationships with their son. In real life though, this may or may not be true as we don't know the real feelings of our mothers.

But it is a proven fact that mothers take sexual pleasure in breasting feeding their sons. Some mothers even confessed that they had orgasms while their sons were sucking their milk filled breasts. So, to all the sons out there, we all might have already had sex with your mothers and satisfied her even when we were young!

I have to confess, reading psychoanalysis as changed the way I looked at my mother! Suddenly she became a woman to me. Now I respect her more but I also admire her sexually. Since then I generated sexual desires for her. She has become my object of lust even more than the sexy actresses we see on screen. So whenever I saw pictures of naked or scanty clad actresses, I replace them with my mother in my mind.

To tell you the truth, my mother is no way a sexy bitch like the actresses. She is 45, and a housewife she looks like Smriti Irani. Now I will let you imagine her body. If you know Indian mother-house-wives in their forties, you would have imagined fat, plumy and droopy, draped in a cotton sari. That's exactly how my mom is! But she has a great and attractive face though! But if you see her body, she resembles a typical Indian mother; well fucked and used on bed, her belly with plenty of birth marks, and a face that has learnt to suppress her ever growing lust.

She may not sound sexy to you but she is a knockout for me. I am sure every son will feel the same as me once they make their mother a sexual object to desire for! I am proud to say I have hots for my mother!

Time to get to my story! Needless to say my mother's name is Karpagam and my dad's name is Ramanathan! I am their only son and I am 23 yrs. old and I have just finished my degree and joined a company as a trainee. I lusted for my mother's body for more than two years now and I slept every night after masturbating thinking of her. I was constantly looking for an opportunity to seduce her but never had guts to do it. Mostly because of my Dad. I did not want to hurt him I suppose!

But I did something which my Dad would never know. Stealing my mother's dirty laundry! Yes! My mother is tidy enough to change her undies every day and I enjoyed her fresh laundry every day. I made a habit to steal her bra, panties and petticoat whenever I wanted to fuck her. I used to spread her clothing on my bed and masturbate on them. I used to deposit on her fresh used panties and bras and also wipe off my cum with her petticoat. I use to replace them back in the laundry the next morning.

Sometimes, I also used to steal her fresh bra, panties, and petticoat and used them to deposit my cum on them after masturbation. After they were dry enough I used to replace them in her fresh clothing and enjoyed seeing her wear my cum filled undies. I used to satisfy myself that way, that at least my cum is touching my mother's breasts and her pussy.

My luck turned as I got transferred to XYZ town and it is very much famous for Halwa. My dad and mom decided my mother will accompany me. I never rejected the decision as I was looking forward to get my mother alone. A year ago we moved there in April. It is summer time and was very hot! We rented a single bedroom house. We took two single mattresses with us, which we slept on them in the same room. Needless to say, from the day one, I have been looking for an opportunity to fuck my mother.

The opportunity came when my mother wanted to watch a movie one evening. I could not make it for the 6pmshow so we went to 9pmshow. It was supposed to be a family movie but suddenly in the middle of the movie they started showing a blue movie. Since we were new to this town, we didn't know about that theatre that shows adult bits during night shows. It was a story about a cheating wife. They were showing all the sex scenes and me and mother felt a bit uneasy after five minutes. I asked mom if she wants to go but she said if I want to! How can I miss my chance of a blue movie on big screen and also a possible chance of getting my mother lustful? I sat back and we watched. I know she would like to watch sex stuff as I used to see her watching late night movies in the night on TV. After forty-five minutes of hot steamy sex scenes and the cheating wife being fucked by more than five people, they resumed the normal movie.

When the movie finished, my mind was full of sex scenes I saw and I completely forgot what the real movie was. It was then I noticed there were a lot of couples around us and they were all looking at us weirdly as we walked out together. As we came home, I and mother talked only for a minute or so. We came home, changed our clothes and mom fixed our beds all in lost out mode. As I locked the doors and switched off the bedroom light, I could not help but to see mom's naked midriff flesh and ass .

The room was dark with only some light coming from the window. As I lay on my bed, I was in a mood to fuck my mother but did not have the guts to approach her. After ten minutes, I could not sleep and I had to masturbate. I was ashamed to do it beside my mother but I could not help it. So my own mother who is sleeping beside me became my dream girl as I masturbated beside her. I slowly dozed off after I am finished.

Suddenly, after sometime, I was woken up by some moans. As I opened my eyes I could clearly hear mom moaning. I was shocked but at the same time I was turned on too. I could not see if she is finger fucking herself while moaning but I enjoyed her moans as they grew my cock. I heard those for two to three minutes as my dick is throbbing by then and I could not hold myself. Out of impulse I quickly got up, grabbed her right hand with my left hand, and moved on to the top of her and said "Let me take care of you mom!"

Mom was shocked and screamed as I quickly muffled her by kissing her lips. I quickly moved my right hand to grab some of my mother huge left blouse covered breast and caressed it. Mom struggled but cooled a little as I let go her lips and she said "NO! You are my son!"

"Forget I am you son for a while mom!" I added "You need me and I need you now!"

"No!" she said again "This is wrong!"

"I don't care mom! I want you!" I interrupted.

Before she could say anything "I know you need me too!"

I quickly moved my right hand to part her sari tangles and started caressing her mound and said "I know I can take care of this mom! Please give me a chance!"

Mom wanted to say something but kept quite as my fingers touched her clit and gave out a small moan.

It was then I thought I got her by her horns.

I let go her hand and I quickly took off her sari from her chest with my left hand as my right hand is still caressing her petticoat covered pussy.

Mom is doing nothing except saying it is wrong and I am her son! I caressed her breast and pussy for some time until I thought it's safe to undress my mother. As I stopped to remove her blouse hooks, she laid there and did nothing like a hypnotized woman. 

I slowly opened her blouse as her naked breasts glistened in the lowlight as they became more visible. As I opened all the hooks and saw her nipples, I could not wait but to move to suck on them. May be a son's instincts or may be a lover's I felt great as I took my mother's nipple into my mouth. I don't know how long I played with her boobs as I could not get bored playing with them. Mom though closed her eyes and possibly enjoying my deeds.

After few minutes, I realized my cock is stiff for long time now and is paining me as if it wants to get access to my mother's cunt. So I sat up and held on to her tucked-in tangles of her sari to pull them out. As the sari tangles got loose and fell on to the side, I could see her petticoat with one layer of sari still draping her. I wanted to take off her petticoat as I was desperate to see mom's nakedness, but my dick is controlling me now. So I had to find an easy way to get to mom's naked cunt quickly. So I started yanking her petticoat up. At school we used to joke that the main advantage of a saree is to get easy access to woman's pussy as both saree and petticoat can be yanked up. If the woman is not wearing any panties (as most mothers don't) you have one plump and juicy cunt to fuck right away.

As I lifted my mother's petticoat and remembered that school talk, I was assured that it is a fact. It was very easy to lift her clothing up to access my mother's nakedness as it was being revealed from her feet first to her hair covered fat plump pussy. I expected mom to say something as I was getting close to seeing her mound but she remained silent with her eyes closed.

I took off my sarong, as I wanted to fuck her first and do everything later as my cock was throbbing to be massaged by a real cunt muscles. As I placed myself between mom's legs, mom widened the legs apart in a bid to give me better access to her cunt. It was then I was assured that mom wanted my dick as bad as I wanted her pussy.

I wasted no time as I took hold of my very frustrated erect dick with my right hand as I moved forward to get my dick in line with her cunt. As I felt her cunt lips with my fingers, I had shivers through my spine as I realized my dream was coming true. As my dick touched her pussy lips mom moaned a bit and I could feel her lips splitting apart to accommodate my dick into her vagina. I wanted to enjoy every bit of inserting my dick into mom's cunt as I slowly pushed it inside her. There is no friction, as I could feel her cunt being very wet, except for her cunt muscles giving way to and engulfing my dick as it reached the inner sanctum of my birthplace. As soon as I inserted my dick into her cunt, I stopped and looked at mom's face. My scrotum is fully pressed against her womanhood. My dick was fully inserted into her vagina. My balls are pressing against her lower cunt lips and my pubic hair has joined with hers. Mom opened her eyes as I stopped and I could feel the enjoyment in her eyes. She looked radiant in that darkness and I wanted to say something to her. I whispered to her "I am finally fucking you mom! I have just conquered my mother's vagina!" mom smiled as if she agreed.

I got full excited seeing her smile as I pulled out completely and thumped back again into her womb. For every thrust of me fucking mom I had an added excitement of violating my mother's cunt. I felt the ecstasy as the thought of me committing incest with mom ran through my head. I thought I had the whole world's pleasure as I enjoyed the forbidden fruit of my mother's chastity.

Every thrust into mom's vagina told me that I am enjoying the sweetness of her plump cunt. Every ram into her hot pussy handed over more of her chastity to me. Those thoughts kept me going as I thruster more and more until I felt my hot cum was now ready to fill my mother's womb. And it did! My dick spasmed as it spewed my semen in mom's cunt. It was a great thing to experience as my cum gushed out as I climaxed in mom's hot oven and felt the shower spraying over all her inner sanctum where I took shape. The thrill of using mother's pussy to relieve my sexual desire pushed more of my semen out into her womb. As I felt my balls being emptied, I collapsed on top of her as I gasped for breath and my dick emptied itself into mom.

I laid limp on her for a while until mom then kissed me on my lips, this time all by herself. I finally got mom's response. A few kisses later mom wanted to go to the bathroom so I moved from her. As I moved on to the floor by her mattress, I could see mom sitting on the bed as she re-hooked her blouse. It reminded me of scenes in the movies where a woman hooks her blouse while a half-naked man is by her bed. It was a scuttle uncensored way to say they just had sex and I was thrilled to find it is my own mother who's portraying the scene with me in my real life. As she got up, she took off the left over sari around her and walked off in blouse and petticoat to the bathroom. As I looked at her, I felt it's unbelievable that until certain moments ago that body of my mother was a forbidden fruit for me. Now, that fruit was tasted and I enjoyed every bit of it.

As my mother walked away from me, I could not believe I just had hot sex with her. Her body now carries my sex juices. After mom went to the bathroom, I followed her. I saw the light in the bathroom and the door was open and as I went close to the room, I could hear mom's pissing sound and it was definitely louder than I ever heard. I have heard from someone that a woman's pissing sound reveals whether she has been fucked or not. The better the fuck, the louder the noise! Even hearing my mother's pissing sound became an erotic sound for me. I waited until mom came out to relieve myself. As I came back, I saw mom already on her bed.

Needless to say, our first fucking experience opened up a whole new world for both of us. Mom though, felt terrible guilt after our first fuck as she got to grips with losing her chastity and motherhood both at same time. She was unstable and wanted to go back to dad. I had to spend a lot of time trying to get over it. I started being more romantic and behaved as a more loving son than a lover. Finally she cooled down after two days.

We had no sex all those two days. I could have probably lived my entire life with no sex if I did not get the taste of my mother's cunt. But after I had her, I wanted more of her and all the time! Even though I felt sorry for mom, it was hard control my lust as I was seeing her hot body all the time. I could not help but gawk at her all the time and stroke my dick when she wasn't watching. But I was determined to get her to accept me as her lover and I didn't want to spoil my plans by acting stupid. So I resorted back to my masturbation to relieve myself. On the third day, my luck changed! Mother finally gave into my romantic side and accepted me as her lover. I didn't knew that until that night when mom combined both our beds for the first time! I was happy to see it and best of all, I will never forget the shy look mom had on her face. The look of a bride approaching her groom on the first night! That night was more passionate than our first one as mom's reciprocation took me to new heights of sexual ecstasy! The first night we slept together naked!

Since then, whenever we were alone, our beds were always together. And now I am proud to say I am her permanent lover. We never missed a single chance to union our genitals. Mom got so used to our sex that she refused to go back to dad. In fact dad had to come to my place after two months. He arrived at our house unannounced one night and you guessed it! We were in the middle of our mother and son reunion. We took some time to open the door as mom had to dress up as I scrambled to bathroom to rid of my erection. Mom opened the door and was shocked to see dad there but she quickly covered up the delay saying she was sleeping and thought Ravi would open the door. Dad asked where I was and said I am probably in the toilet.

As I loosened my erection to come and greet dad, I could not help but notice our room smelt of our sex. I felt a bit kinky by the smell as it's hard to explain its presence where a mother and son live together. And secondly when the visitor is mom's husband. I don't know if dad smelt it because he never asked anything about it. Mom kept him busy asking questions as I felt I was a little disoriented with unfinished sex and watching mom trying to cover up our deed. I really wanted to throw dad out and fuck mother then and there! But I controlled.

Since then, needless to say, no mom's cunt for me. I had to resort back to masturbation and that too in bathroom. After three days, I became like a hungry dog missing his mother's sweet cunt. I was getting desperate for mom's cunt and there was never a window of opportunity to get her away from dad! Despite my masturbations, I started getting mad! Desperate situations call for desperate measures! I couldn't help but to get some sleeping pills the next day to get dad some sound sleep. I persuaded mom to add them in his milk he drinks every night before going to bed. We all slept together by combining both the beds with dad in the middle and we both on either side. But that night, as the sleeping pills took control of him, we moved dad away to one corner and we fucked. Mom was hesitant in the beginning but became a real bitch as she learnt that dad is sound asleep. Probably she even got turned on being fucked beside her husband as he is deep asleep.

Since then, we used the sleeping pills every alternate day on dad just to be safe. After a week mom had her periods so we never got to use pills on dad for those six days. After her periods were over dad wanted to get back to the city and asked mom to go with him. Mom refused saying she couldn't leave me alone at least for another month. Dad did not accept it for some time and I and mom had to act out to make him realize I will be in shambles if mom is not around. Dad finally accepted and left us after two weeks with us.

I also have an anecdote to tell you while he left too. As he was leaving to the city, we went and saw him off at the bus stand. The bus was late by 20mins and mom was getting restless. Probably because it was more than a week since mom had a good penetration. She could not wait and wanted to leave before dad's bus left. She used the play card of safety. Dad finally said its ok and but I got mom to wait until his bus left. I wanted to make sure he's gone. As we got home mom did nothing but to strip herself as we had a hot steamy sex. That night we never had enough! We both were in a mood for reckless sex and we fucked five times. We had to stop because our genitals were completely bruised as we felt a lot of pain. mom said she never had sex that many times in a single night in her life and it seems she felt like showing her cunt to her husband and tell him that's what his son does to her in private.

From that day, mom always told me that I can treat her as my wife when dad is not around. She said she will be my mother only when people are around. And I treated her that way too. Mom left to dad after a month after dad left but she always said she prefers to live with me. Since then we all travelled back and forth but the best time we always had was when mom came to visit me all alone or when dad goes away on tours.

It is more than a year now ever since I started my new relation with my mother. I have to say I am more satisfied son now and I love mom even more than I used to. I am not sure if I feel the same when I have a wife but I definitely feel more for mom than in our regular mom-son relationship. mom's pretty happy too and she no more talks being guilty about our relationship. She says she is more happy than ever and happy to sleep with both men in her life. She says her body has adjusted to give pleasure to both her husband and son and her cunt has learnt to accommodate the dicks of two men.

We pretty much treat each other as husband and wife when we are alone and when dad is around too! We molest each other as if we are playing something and do intimate things when dad is in another room or in toilet.




Indian Mother's Incest



I don't know if dad had ever figured out that I am fucking mom. There were few obvious moments that he caught us both on but never said a word on them. Neither did he try to stop us being alone together. Either he did not figure it out or he did not choose to believe that a mother and son can have a sexual relationship. It can also be that he probably guessed it and chose to overlook it. In any case, it's fine by me as long as he doesn't try to come between me and mom.

Mom has risen to the level of saying no to dad and I always respected her decisions. So dad could not stop us even if he wanted to at some times. My sexual escapades were never stopped.

At one instance dad did raise the issue of getting me married. Mom and I rejected though! mom sometimes asked me if I want to get married and I always said no. Frankly, I don't think I need a wife! I have my mother! I am happy even though I don't get to fuck her every day and every time I wanted to. I love her and I love to fuck her! So why do I need another wife? Mom is only 45 and I am 23 now. We both love to be with each other and have great time together! She is my mom but treats me like her husband when on bed. And I can love her as my dearest mother and can also make love to her. I don't know about her but I plan to have that relationship with her until we both live. Now she is still young and fertile too! So she can bare me children! She can be the mom of my children too!

I know mom has her husband. Dad is 53 now and lives in his own world of work and politics. He has little time for mother and probably will not care much even if he knows about our affair. Mom cares for both of us and wants to keep our relationship going. For me, whatever my mom thinks is fine with me. I would not want to see her get hurt. I would not care about dad and I can take care of mom if he does something. I would not mind to share mom with dad. But I don't know what mom would do if our relationship gets further. Like if she gets pregnant by me. I was not interested in getting her pregnant as mom always carefully avoided having sex with me during her fertile times. I am having sex with her for over an year now and my views on reproduction are changing. Lately, I am more inclined to having a baby with mom! A baby that would carve mine and mom's incestuous relationship forever.

I would like to see my future with mom as my wife and mother of my children. I may not marry her literally. But that might change if she becomes a widow. Then I would definitely marry her. In any case I will get her pregnant. And I want to do it when dad is alive. Dad may overlook it and stay with us or move away. Either way, I will get to keep my mother and will bear my children with her.



Indian Mother's Story



Hello guys!

My name is lalitha, I will tell you my side of the story. The following incident is as close to reality as it comes with exception of the names. I was born and brought up in a rich family with a large farm at the outskirts of Bangalore. We were about 8 children and my dad had 2 wives as the first one had some conception problems. 

My trouble started when I was married at the tender age of immediately after my schooling. Like other girls of rural India I was not that much aware of sex. My father had married me of to man who was almost double my age. On the first night he came in bolted the room from inside and he came next to me caught hold of he pallu pushed it aside and started squeezing my tender boobs from over the blouse he then roughly hiked my sari up pulled my panty down and thrust his 8 inch cock into my tender cunt. 

It was very painful for me and I started screaming in pain. He started biting on my nipples and I was getting scared. Because of the rupture of hymen. I started to bleed profusely and I fainted at the glimpse of the blood. When I regained consciousness, he was lying next to me and he was stinking of local country liquor. 

My clothes was in total disarray and he was griping my left boob with one hand and my cunt was dripping of cum mixed with blood. I was in for more shock the next day. After visiting the temple when I came back home I was surprised to find the slippers of my husband outside the room of his sister – in –law ( his elder brother wife) and they had not locked the room thinking that I would be late. I peeped in to see my husband going like bullet train on my co-sisters cunt and she was yelling in pleasure and shouting “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Me like the way you have been fucking since my marriage to your impotent brother. I love the feel of our bullish rod on my velvety cunt” and the whole room was filled with this harsh sound of their love making and he was fucking her in the doggy position and I could see her 36 D breast swaying like a inflated balloon and could see her cunt dripping from the mixture of both the love juices 

Now I under stood why my husband had so much love for his sisters son (his son). I went in to my room and cried and his violent love making with me continued and I became used to it in the meantime I also had a breast abscess because of it and my doctor advised not to wear bra and I had became pregnant and my bundle of joy turned out to be a boy. And the boy grew up into a handsome young man and in the meantime we had started to live separately with only my drunkard husband and my young son and my husband was most of the time delirious because of his marathon drinking sessions

We had two rooms in the new house and my husband used to sleep in one while I and my son used to sleep in the other. Once when I accidentally entered the room I saw my son reading some erotic literature and his other hand was stroking the throbbing dick. He had assumed that no one was there in the house when I was in the toilet , I quickly hid and saw him creaming his own dick and this in turn made me wet and sub consciously started to finger my own cunt. I started to squeeze my breast and loud moan escaped my lips and ducked down behind the sofa to avoid his stare. He turned around an finding no one he quickly hid the book and pulled up his shorts.

After he left I checked on the literature it was print out of some incest stories from the web site literotica and most of the theme was India based. This made me more happy. Now I realized I was his sex object. Purposely I started to dress up sexily and used to leave the lower hooks of he blouse open and I derived a pleasure whenever his eyes locked on the milky white boobs. Once I saw him watching a movie on the TV and it was an English movie about some monster and there was a humping scene in it and I saw a tent on his shorts which was resembling Mt Everest. I became hot and went into the room and was masturbating when suddenly my son entered and I immediately slept on my tummy and pulled a rug to cover myself as I was topless.

He slept next to me and I could feel his start on the sides of boobs as he had already pulled the rug away my sari was already way above and he was feasting on my pubic hair with a glistening pre-cum at the tip because I was masturbating. I first put his hand on my boobs and I turned to position more favorable for him he started rolling his fingers on my nipples and simultaneously massaging my cunt. This was to much for me. I immediately caught hold of his 9 inch penis and started to suck on it. He started to mouth fuck my cunt. This went on for some time and he came quickly as it was his first time. But being a seasoned player I pushed his face into my cunt and was almost suffocating him. He was chewing on my G-spot and at the same time massaging my cunt lips. This was like heaven to me after the hell that I had experienced with my husband . Even as I was sucking on his cum from his dick I poured my cum into his mouth. Which he started licking. 

Now after this I wiped the sweat from his body with a pallu and pulled him and gave good hearty kiss on his lips. He now turned his attention to my breast and started sucking like a child. I gave my other nipple in to his hand. And I caught hold of his penis and started massaging his glans . It started to grow like monster and I was surprised at the quickness with which he was ready again and for the first time spoke

“ fuck me son , fuck me I had long since forgotten the art of fucking , take me to new levels of pleasure. You mother fucker give it to me what were you doing all this days what are you waiting for? Put your burning rod into my dripping cunt fuck me take your mamma, teach her the right way of fucking.” He was becoming more enthusiastic and started slamming his huge dick in my cunt the way a knife would go into butter. I pushed my nipples into his mouth. The sound of flesh was making us more erotic. I started to groan and moan

He slapped my butt cheeks and pulled my hip towards him and told “ O h mommy u are the greatest in the world. O this is so nice fuck oooooooooooooooh oooooooooooooooh give it to me make your cunt swallow my man hood the way anaconda swallows its prey” I pushed my hip further and he was pulling my breast at the same time his penis was now totally in my cunt and my cunt was milking his penis. It was like heaven for both of us. The rocking movement became more rapid and I must have about 3-4 orgasms before he fell on me with loud moan following his orgasm. We slept like that with his dick still in me and him on the top of me and the moon light was creeping in. It looked straight out of some romantic novel the only difference being this was different mother son love which may be still followed among some unknown tribes of the world to maintain purity.



Indian Muslim Werewolf Princess



Apparently, as an Indian Muslim gal living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I'm supposed to be quiet, soft and sweet. I guess whoever believes in those myths about women from the Republic of India never met me. My name is Nadira Duwesh, and I was born in Uttar Pradesh, Northern India, and raised in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-seven, one hundred and twenty six pounds soaking wet, with brown eyes, dark bronze skin and long, curly black hair. I look harmless and innocent, and I can probably kick your ass. One of the perks of being more than human.

Six months ago, my parents Ali and Noor Duwesh sat me down in the living room of our Barrhaven townhouse and dropped a bomb on me. Apparently, I'm a Werewolf. And here I thought those nighttime blackouts I've been having at least once a month for the past year were purely accidental. Now I know better. Well, I guess sometimes the family's secrets are so terrifying that parents feel that they must lie to you for your own good. I am not making excuses for my parents, but I kind of understand why they did what they did. 

Honestly, I've got enough shit to deal with and totally didn't need this. I'm working my butt off at my security guard job while trying to stay on top of my civil engineering classes at Carleton University. Life definitely goes on. Got to keep grinding, you know? Keep it moving. So what if once a month I transform into an otherworldly, bipedal wolf-like beast with a furry body, yellow eyes, claws and fangs? Just something else I've got to deal with.

It's funny the things I notice now that I know what I am. In the movies, it's the light of the full moon that transforms ordinary men and women into Werewolves. In real life, that's simply not true. I am a Werewolf because it's in my family genes. Creatures like me have existed for thousands of years. We're in every country, every culture. Does that frighten you? It really shouldn't. We are your friends and neighbors. Deal with it.

Before we go any further, here are some basic facts, ladies and gentlemen. At least one percent of the human population carries Werewolf genes inside themselves. Of that one percent, most of them are unaware of it and live their entire lives without knowing. The inner Wolf has to be awakened, usually through trauma. It's what separates me from you, I guess. Most of the Werewolves out there are Latent, blissfully aware of their true nature. Me? I'm Active. And loving it.

As I sat in class inside the Minto Center, I found myself looking at my classmates. It's amazing the things I can tell about people now that I've been Activated. For example, I can smell that Ronda Roswell, a blonde-haired chick who loves wearing short black skirts, is a total lesbian. I can smell the scent of her "good friend" Holly Holbrook on her. Those two are inseparable, and lots of guys in my class like to ogle them, but I pity those fools since these broads are a lost cause. A Werewolf's nose knows, ladies and gentlemen.

There's this guy named Watson Chang in class, and he's always looking at me and smiling, but I know what he feels for me isn't attraction but pure dread. Chang is a smarty pants and he's used to being the smart one in class and fears me because I'm smarter than him. Just another insecure human male threatened by female intelligence. I cannot stand people like Chang, seriously. I smile politely at him and then focus on what the professor is saying. Why won't this little creep stop staring at me? I wish he'd go away. Oh, well. Can't always get what you want.

Class ends, and I am the first one out the door. I take to the tunnels, and super-speed through them on my way to the campus library. I am meeting my favorite guy at Starbucks. I run up the stairs and see him. Clad in a blue silk shirt, black silk pants and black Timberland boots, my boo, Justin Laguerre. Practicing Catholic, aspiring lawyer and prince of style. A tall, dark and handsome gentleman originally from the island of Haiti. We met last year, connected, and we've been together ever since.

I greet Justin with a smile and a kiss, and my favorite Haitian stud smiles and puts his arms around me. Justin is looking good and smelling even better. Underneath his Cologne, I can smell his masculine scent. I can also smell the comic book he brought me from the bookstore. Justin smiles and pulls a shiny black bag out of his backpack, and I grin as I see the comic book Batgirl : Introducing Aruna, penned by Scott Peterson and Mike Deodato. Aruna is a shape-shifter, and the only Indian female superhero in mainstream comics!

My eyes lit up as I hold the comic book in my hands, and I grab Justin and kiss him with such force that this six-foot-one, burly brother shudders. All around us, people are staring. Justin and I get coffee and egg sandwiches, and we smile and catch up. Justin is in his final year in the Law program at Carleton University. I'm in my third year in civil engineering. Time is catching up to us, that's why Justin Laguerre and I take advantage of every day. I love this man. Justin makes me feel like no one else before. I thank Justin again, and he excitedly tells me about his visit to the University of Ottawa's Law School. I listen attentively, as I love to encourage my man in his ambitions. Justin is just awesome.

Justin Laguerre is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. And that's part of the problem. You see, when a Werewolf's blood mingles with that of an ordinary human being, it can transform them into something else. In the movies, a Werewolf's bite changes a person into a Werewolf. In real life, it doesn't work that way. A Werewolf's bite typically kills a human within a few days. Usually. 

The rest of the time? The Werewolf's bite transfers some of the Werewolf's key abilities such as superhuman strength and speed, along with an accelerated healing fact, onto the human without fully transforming them. We call these transformed humans Half-Breeds. The body of a human was never meant to do the things that a Werewolf's bite enables a Half-Breed's body to do. These Half-Breeds tend to last only a few years after their partial transformation. Usually, Werewolves kill Half-Breeds because we don't want them to expose us to the human world with their carelessness. To us, they're targets.

I love Justin Laguerre, but he's only human. If we continue to have sex, my blood will either kill him or turn him into a Half-Breed, which will make him a target for Werewolves for the rest of his natural life. Justin and I kiss, then we head to his dorm for some fun. I am not stupid, folks, I know what I am doing. Condoms are a must, lest something unpleasant happen. I like Justin Laguerre the way he is and I don't want anything to happen to him because of me.

There's something amazing about making love to someone who loves you. Justin and I reach his dorm, and close the door behind us. We kiss, and slowly, lovingly undress each other. I feast my eyes on Justin's tall, chocolate-hued, muscular body. My Haitian stud is simply gorgeous. Justin gazes at me as I undress. I'm short and chubby, with big tits, wide hips and a big butt. Definitely not the ideal of beauty. At least not in the eyes of Western society, which worships skinny blondes. Justin tells me that I'm beautiful, and I absolutely believe him.

Justin kisses me, then lays me down on his king-sized bed. I smile as he kisses my lips, licks my throat and caresses my breasts. I moan as he licks the areolas of my tits while his hand slides between my thick thighs. Justin smiles at me and then licks a path from my breasts to my slightly rounded belly, and finally buries that handsome face of his between my legs. I shudder as Justin begins licking my pussy and probing it with his fingers. I cry sharply as Justin's tongue teases my clit, and my eyes grow moist as my Haitian stud pleasures me.

Justin Laguerre definitely knows his way around the female body. The Haitian stud sets my flesh ablaze with his magic touch. I cry out as he coaxes an orgasm out of me, leaving me a shuddering, squirming mess on the bed. Justin smiles at me as I slowly recover from the sexual whammy he just laid on me. My stud is ready to go, and I gaze at his long, hard dick...hungrily. I kneel before Justin and proceed to worship at his altar. I pump my hand up and down Justin's length, and the long, dark dick glistens in my hand. Slowly, gently, I take Justin's dick into my mouth.

As a Werewolf, my senses of smell and taste are a thousand times better than a human being's, and I love the way Justin's dick smells, feels and tastes in my mouth. I love his funky masculine scent. I suck his dick and lick his balls as though they were sugar cubes. Justin moans as I pleasure him, and warns me that he's about to cum. Justin's knees buckle as he unleashes a torrent of cum on me, and I swallow every last drop. Justin smiles at me and I smile back. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I wink at him and get on all fours.

Justin's eyes widen as does his smile as I shake my big round Indian booty at him. The Haitian stud grins and kneels behind me, caressing my bum as though mesmerized. Justin rubs his dick against me and begins his approach into me. Immediately I panic, and urge him to put on a condom. Justin sighs, then nods and rolls a condom on his dick. I grin and Justin smacks my big bronzed ass before he slides his dick into my cunt. Just like that, the fun begins. 

Justin thrusts into me, gripping my hips tightly as he invades my cunt. I moan deeply and grind my ass against his groin, driving his dick deep inside of me. I love it when Justin fucks me real good, and the Haitian stud doesn't hold back. Passionately we go at it, and Justin ravishes me, just the way I like it. I like having my hair pulled, my ass smacked and I like my pussy to feel thoroughly sore after some good, hot and passionate sex. Justin roughly fucks me until I squeal in delight as I cum for the second time that afternoon. I collapsed in Justin's arms, and he smiles and kisses me on the forehead. Justin likes to cuddle after sex. Me? I want a sandwich. Yeah, I'm different from most chicks.

Justin Laguerre and I are together, against all odds. You don't often see men of African descent with Indian ladies now, do you? My parents were cool when I introduced them to Justin. I met Justin's parents Michelle and Jean-Luc Laguerre, a nice Haitian couple living in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans, and they were charming and friendly. I know things are coming our way and I'll have some tough decisions to make. Justin doesn't know that I'm a Werewolf. I want to keep it that way. I also don't want to accidentally kill him or turn him into a Half-Breed. We're an interracial, interfaith and interspecies couple, folks. Do wish us luck, for we are going to need it!