Tuesday , March 21 2023

(Step)motherly love

I was 16 when my father who was 44 and a widower married again under the pressure of family members. My new mom was 28 years old and a beauty. She was a divorcee whose husband had left her for another woman. I could not take her as my mother for two reasons; firstly my own mother had died just two years ago and her memory was still vivid in my mind; and the second reason was that my new mother was too young and beautiful, attributes that I could hardly attach to a real mom. She was an alien to me and I maintained my distance from her though she tried her best to be good towards me. Somehow I always felt a little uncomfortable in her presence and though I did not have any ill-feelings towards her, I considered her an intruder and my father’s property in which I did not have any share. I was in boarding school at that time and came home only during holidays. My mother did her best to make me comfortable and washed my clothes and cooked for me but never fed me with her own hand as my real mother did not that I wanted to be fed by this woman. She asked me about my school and studies and friends and engaged me in polite conversations which I mostly answered in monosyllables. During these holidays I was more interested in meeting my friends from the locality and playing with them all over the mohalla, flying kites, playing cricket and secretly watching young village women bathing in the ponds.

It was during one such holiday, when I was already 17 and my father had been married for more than a year that something happened that changed the course of my adolescent life. I had woken up early that day, around 7 am and casually pulled the curtain of the window beside my bed that overlooked the courtyard. I was struck by a sight that drove heat through my young blood. My mother was hanging clothes on the clothesline in the courtyard. She had just emerged from her bath and her long hair was still wet. She was wearing a thin yellow cotton sari which was wrapped around her wet body in a very casual manner and she wore it much below her waist line, exposing her midriff and thickset waist. And she wore no blouse beneath. The pallu of her sari was tucked at her waist and every time she bent to pick up the clothes from the bucket, her pallu hung loose and I could glimpse her naked breasts as they hung from the side. They were big and fare and lovely, like a pair of melons. It was a delightful site. I could even see her nipples. When she raised her hands to hang the clothes, I could see her armpits and noticed that she had tufts of hair in her armpits. She looked so lovely like that, engaged in her work and humming a Hindi film song. I could not believe my eyes. She was unaware that I was spying her from my window from behind the curtain.

This was the first time that I saw my mother from a sexy angle and my whole holiday changed its focus from that day. I looked at my mother in a new light. Every morning I waited for my mother to come to the courtyard and invariably she wore a wet cotton sari without any blouse and hung clothes from the clothesline, humming a tune. I sat by the window, hiding myself and took off my shirt and pants and sat naked, watching my mother and her breasts and held my dick and stroked it till I could contain myself no more and masturbated. I realized my mother had put on weight in the last one year and her ass had become fuller and there were layers in her waist line. She wore a thin golden chain around her waist that accentuated her folds and payels around her ankles that made tinkling sound as she walked. She had become a buxom woman, a full-bodied fair and lovely, fleshy sexpot that I began to desire during my waking hours. This was the first time that I realized that women have hair in their armpits like men and it drove me crazy. I was struck by everything in her body: her ample ass which swayed as she walked, her healthy arms and her thickset waist, encircled by the girdle. She was uninhibited inside the confines of our house and often scratched her armpits and ass, oblivious of the fact that I was spying her. I just longed to see her naked but i knew that was impossible. There were times when her sari got stuck in the crevice of her ass as she bent down to pick up the clothes and rose again, but she did not bother to pull it out.

I found myself working up excuses to be near her. When she cooked in the kitchen, crouched on the floor, she pulled her sari above her knees and I would enter the kitchen in some pretext and stared at her thickset waist and legs. When she bent down to give me food during lunch hours when my father was not at home, (ours was an old-fashioned house where we sat on the floor and ate), i would steal a glance at her cleavage. She seemed to be quite cool and never bothered to cover her breasts when her pallu slipped aside because she thought that I was a child. She would crouch on the floor and as she bent forward to serve me a helping, her breasts pressed against her thighs and since she generally wore low cut blouses, her breasts popped out of her blouse considerably. When she turned the other side, I looked at her lovely buttocks and when she got up to fetch something, her sari got stuck inside the crevice of her fat ass. I realized that I was not the only one to notice the sex appeal of my mother. She was a topic of heated discussions amongst my friends in the locality who lusted after her. All of us were young and hungry for sex and many of my friends engaged in homosexuality out of necessity, including me when I was in the hostel. Sonu who was my age was the brashest of them all and we frequently got into fights over kite flying and other small matters. On those occasions he used to be very nasty with me and called me names and teased me about my mother. I used to get very angry with him, specially when he mocked me about my mother and her body and wondered if I slept with my mother. I could not take the insults anymore and we got into a major fight one day. He was too much for me and i got bruised badly and lost the fight.

I came back home with my bruises and my mother was aghast on seeing my like that and asked me what happened? I said that i had fell down and hurt myself. She got very concerned and immediately held my hand and took me inside the bathroom adjoining the courtyard. I was still smarting from the fight with Sonu and was angry. My mother asked me to take off my t-shirt which was torn and dirty. I took off my t-shirt and stood there in my shorts in front of her. She examined the bruises all over my body. I stood there like a fool while she tucked her sari at her waist and switched on the geezer and took a piece of cloth and dabbed it in hot water and poured dettol into it and began to apply over my bruises. She crouched on the floor as she applied the cloth over my injuries on my leg and suddenly all my pain and anger vanished. I was standing and looked down at my mother and was treated to a glorious view of her cleavage because her pallu had moved aside. I stared down her breasts and could see the red brassiere that she was wearing beneath her blouse and I felt my cock rising. I started shivering in excitement. She looked up at me and smiled and told me that everything will be alright. Then she got up and started cleaning the bruises on my chest. She stood so close to me that I could smell her sweet aroma.

I don’t know what and how it happened, but I could not control myself and suddenly grabbed my mother’s breasts. She was thunderstruck. She stopped her treatment but I clutched her breasts with both hands. Before I could understand, she slapped me hard across my face with all her force and i fell down. “bastard,” she exclaimed and stomped out of the bathroom. I knew I had created a blunder and was horrified. I had done the unpardonable and shook with shame at my action. I ran out of the bathroom and went to my room and closed the door and began to cry like a little baby. I didn’t know how to show my face to my mother again and what’s going to happen next. She would definitely tell my father and i shuddered at the outcome. I cried and cried for how long I don’t know till I gradually fell asleep. I don’t know how long i slept when a knocking at the door woke me up. I got up and slowly opened the door. It was my mother. She got inside the room and closed the door behind her and looked at me. I looked down on the floor, ashamed. I was still bare bodied and was wearing the shorts. She held my hand and took me to the bed and made me sit. She sat beside me. I could not look into her eyes. I began to cry. She suddenly held me in her arms and rested my head on her breasts. I gave myself up and began to weep like a little child on her breasts. She let me cry and ran her hand over my hair, soothing and comforting me. “it’s all right Rakesh, I understand. I don’t mind. Now stop crying and look at me,” she said. I looked up at her and she smiled at me and rubbed the tears off my eyes with her Pallu. “I am sorry, mother. I will never do it again,” I said. She smiled at me and said, “it’s alright. You are young but you must understand that I am your mother.” I said sorry again and told her that I will never do it again but please don’t tell my father, please. She assured me that she will not tell my father.

There was an uncomfortable silence between us. I looked down on the floor as she kept looking at me and smiled. Suddenly she said, “do you want to see?” I was surprised, “what, mother?” She reiterated, “do you want to see me?” I could not understand her. She smiled at me, “O.k. i slapped you hard and i am sorry too. So i will show it to you but you promise you will never tell it to anybody.” I still could not understand what she was trying to say or what she wanted to show. “you stupid boy,” she smiled at me and to my amazement, she moved aside her Pallu and exposed her heaving breasts. I stared at them; then i looked at her. She was smiling at me. “you want to see them?” I didn’t know what it was getting at; i nodded my head sheepishly. She began to take off the buttons of her blouse one by one as i looked on in amazement as she bare her big breasts. I was thunderstruck. She wasn’t wearing any brassiere inside and her nipples jutted out like corks. She looked at me and smiled. “you like them?” She asked and i said yes. She peeled off her blouse completely and raised her hands and tied her hair into a bun. She had not shaved. I looked at her naked breasts the size of melons and started breathing heavily. “you want to touch them?” I couldn’t reply in shock. She then gently took my hands and laid them on her naked breasts. They felt so warm and reassuring; i didn’t want to leave them; the blood coursed through my veins as i relished the soft touch. The big erect nipples pressed against my palms and i could smell her sweat. She raised her hands and pressed her palms on my hands and smiled at me. “that’s enough,” and she held my hands and removed them from her breasts. I sat looking at her, breathing heavily, my cock tight under my pants.

Now she pulled up her Pallu and covered her naked breasts. She picked up her blouse from the bed and got up. She turned away from me and i looked at her broad back and the girdle around her thick waist. She once again removed her Anchal and began to put on the blouse. “mother,” I suddenly found myself calling her. “yes son. “please don’t put on the blouse.” She turned towards me and smiled at me. I gathered courage and told her, “just be in the sari, don’t put on the blouse please.” “you like me like that?” I nodded my head. She replied, “just like your father. He also likes to see me without the blouse.” And she covered her naked breasts with her Anchal and tucked the end at her waist. Then she walked up to me and kissed me on the mouth. “but how long can I stay like this? Without the blouse?” I answered, “why not mother, nobody is at house. I want to see you like this.” She suddenly changed her tone, “no my son, you shouldn’t indulge in fantasies anymore about me. Now go and take your bath.” Then she picked up her blouse once again and walked out of the room, swinging her fat ass as her ankles made tinkling sound. As soon as she was out of the room, i got out of my pants and stood naked in the middle of the room and began masturbating vigorously, thinking about the whole incident and wondering if it all was a dream but what I didn’t know that there was more to come in the course of the next few weeks that I stayed at home I kept on masturbating. Qwertpoiuy@operamail.com

After some time I rolled down from her body and we held each other gently and went off to sleep, my head resting on her naked breasts. It was such a nice experience and I felt grateful to my fair and lovely mother for giving me the chance to fuck her. I don’t know how long we slept like that, in each other’s arms, but I slowly woke up with a pleasurable sensation around my groin. I opened my eyes to see that my mother was running her fingers around my penis and scrotum. I looked at her and she smiled at me. “You were lovely, my son!” “Thank you mother.” She kept balling me with her soft hands and my dick was upright. She gently rolled down the foreskin of my penis and then stroked my scrotum. We were still lying on bed and looked at each other. She held my dick within the hollow of her palm and rolled down the foreskin up and down, as if masturbating me. Oh, what a pleasurable sensation. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I could smell her sweaty body. Both of us were drenched in perspiration and my mother’s body glistened in sweat.

She now rose up, still holding my dick and sat beside me. I looked at her huge glistening body. She ran her palm over my erection; she held my dick in her hand and looked at it. She gently rolled down the foreskin again and exposed the tip. I was throbbing. She now bent her huge body and brought her lovely face to my penis. What was she going to do? She suddenly took out her tongue and flicked the tip; the blood coursed through my penis. She slowly took it inside her mouth and began to suck my penis. Oh my god, I just didn’t believe it. I could not hold myself any longer. I knew I was going to come fast, I was so excited. She took it out and held it up and stroked my scrotum with her tongue. Then she put my dick back into her mouth and made slurping noise and she began to suck again, this time energetically. She kept on sucking my penis as I groaned in pleasure and looked down at her naked body and hanging breasts. My dick still inside her mouth, she swung her big naked body between my legs as I spread them wide apart to accommodate her. She moved her mouth up and down my cock, making slurping noise as I held her head. Then at length, she took it out and started kissing my scrotum and the area below it. I could hold myself no longer and I spurted out a jet of semen; it fell on her lovely face. She immediately held my dick and took it back inside her mouth and I again spurted, this time inside her mouth and she began to swallow the cum as I moaned and sighed. Semen streamed out of the corners of her lips as I poured out my cum, load after load. I was fucking my beautiful mother in the mouth, oh my god!

I was soon exhausted; there was no more cum left for her to suck. She took out my dick from her mouth and wiped the semen off her face with her finger and put it inside her mouth, licking the cum that had fallen on her face and out of her mouth. She then held my flaccid dick and licked the last drop. She then got up and smiled at me. “Did you like it?” “Yes, mother.” “We will do it again later. Don’t tell this to anybody, okay?” “Yes, mother.” She gathered up her soiled sari and dMolestationd it casually over her naked body. Then she kissed me on the mouth and squeezed my dick and walked out of the room, swinging her huge ass while I sat naked on the bed, wondering if it all was a dream. The ice between us was broken and I knew that now I could take liberties with my mother without feeling scared or shy. I lay on my bed, thinking what’s going to happen now. I was in seventh heaven and closed my eyes and soon fell asleep with sweet images of my mother’s naked body and big breasts and thunder thighs and hairy armpits. I took bath again and got into a fresh pyjama and shirt. She called me to the kitchen for lunch. I stepped into the kitchen and sat down. She had also taken her bath and put on a new sari which she wore in a different manner, in the seedha pallu style of Gujarati women which looked sexy; and she wore no blouse underneath. She had put bangles on her hands and sindoor on the parting of her head; she glistened like a new bride as she served me while I looked at her. She looked so erotic in the seedha pallu sari; the anchal fell in one long sweep over her broad back like a sacred thread; the girdle encircled her thick waist and the bangles and her payel made tinkling sounds. My penis began to rise again at this new sight and I longed to fuck her again, but decided that I should not show undue hurry.

She crouched on the floor and looked at me as I ate hungrily. I looked back at her and smiled. She sometimes raised her healthy arms to adjust her hair and I glimpsed at her hairy armpits. Suddenly I picked up a morsel of daal and rice and put it inside her mouth. She was taken aback. She began to chew the food, as I prepared another morsel. I began to feed her. She liked it, being fed like that. She also started feeding me and we began to feed each other lovingly like two lovers. I bent forward and kissed her mouth as she chewed her food and she passed on the food from her mouth to my mouth. I chewed on it for sometime and passed it back into her mouth. It was such a lovely experience; we were eating off our mouths like hungry kids and getting roused in the process. She pulled at the string of my Pyjama and took out my dick and began to fondle it as we ate from each other’s mouth. I began to fondle her huge breasts below her Anchal. Suddenly an idea struck me. I rose up and took off my pyjama and shirt with my soiled hand, knelt down in front of my plate and bent down and dipped my penis inside the katori that contained the daal. I then held my mother’s head and pulled it down towards my dick and forced her to swallow the dick smeared with daal. She now pulled away her anchal and dipped her naked breasts into the daal and I sucked her daal smeared breasts. She slowly emerged out of her sari and we sat naked on the kitchen floor and began to play with the food on our naked bodies. I poured the contents of the plate over her naked body and licked them like a Rocky. I spread them over her naked breasts and she did the same on my body and we licked each other lovingly, eating away all the food.

The kitchen was in a mess but we didn’t bother. She took out a bottle of ghee and applied on my chest and dick and I did the same on her breasts and we licked the ghee from each other’s bodies. I laid her down on the kitchen floor and raised her healthy arms over her head and applied butter into the hollow of her hairy armpits and began to lick them. She felt ticklish but enjoyed it and I liked the smell of her armpits as I sucked her pits and flicked my tongue over them. She raised my arms and licked my armpits and sniffed at them. We wallowed in the mess of food that got stuck all over our bodies. I turned my mother over and ran my hand over her naked ass. I poured the ghee over her buttocks and licked her ass. Some of the ghee rolled down the crack of her ass and I traced it with my tongue and licked the crack of her ass, around her asshole. I spread her ass cheeks and looked at her tight asshole. The ghee had dripped inside and I wondered when I could fuck my mother in the ass; it was so tempting. But I resisted the temptation; I didn’t know if she would like the idea, being Molestationd by my father in the ass just the night before. But I bent down nevertheless and kissed her asshole and quickly dipped my tongue into her rectum and licked the ghee that had formed into a pool there. Oh god! She didn’t say anything. She dipped hers finger inside the bottle of ghee and put them inside her wet cunt. I followed her and did the same. She held my hand and guided my fingers inside her cunt. She sat up and spread her legs and pulled apart her vagina and directed my fingers to her clitoris and taught me to masturbate her. I was a quick learner. I knew about women’s clitoris from magazines but this was the first time I was touching one. She laid down on the kitchen floor and directed my head between her legs, “Suck me there.” I began to lick her cunt and ran my tongue over her clitoris as she began to moan in pleasure. I loved the musty smell of her hairy cunt. “Faster – faster,” she shouted, and I increased my speed and worked my tongue over her clitoris and she continued to moan and utter expletives at me – “Motherhood–behenchod” Then she grabbed my hair as she gave out one final moan; I knew she was coming and she climaxed with a huge shriek on the kitchen floor amongst the mess of daal, rice, ghee and butter. I collapsed on her soft body and held her tight.

We held each other and laid down on the kitchen floor, oblivious of the mess. My dick was up in the air. Her heaving subsided after sometime; she was exhausted; so was I, but my dick was dying for one last fuck. She kissed me softly on the mouth and ran her fingers over my chest. “Mother, I want to do it.” She smiled at me. “You are sure you are not exhausted?” “No mother, I want to do it to you again.” “Okay, let me do it.” She rose up and sat across my waist, her two healthy legs on each side of my body and her cunt placed directly over my dick. She looked as if she was going to shit. She slowly lowered herself on my dick and directed it inside her cunt. Then she began to rock me slowly as I looked up at her. She bent down slowly over me, her huge breasts hanging tantalizing over my eyes and she began to push up and down, up and down over my dick. Her body was wet with perspiration and all the food; so was mine. It was my mother who was fucking me now as I gave myself up to her completely. She slowly increased her speed as I lay inert. Up and down, up and down she moved over my dick as her big pair of breasts shook with every movement. She raised her healthy arms to tie her hair into a bun and I looked at her hairy armpits. She smiled at me. She kept on fucking me and since I had already ejaculated twice already, it took a long time for me to come, but she kept at it. She looked so regal and fantastic, her gigantic naked body on my body, as she pumped away to glory, her hug melons wriggling. It was almost 10 minutes before I felt the pressure building inside my cock and I knew I was going to come. I told her so and she immediately increased her speed and I soon spurted my first load inside her cunt, then the second load as I sighed and moaned. Qwertpoiuy@operamail.com.

The next few days we fucked like rabbits – me and my mother. We fucked all over the house – inside the bathroom, kitchen, the courtyard and the roof. There was no inhibition between us and we engaged in wild experimentations. She was using me as her sex tool to get back on my father who treated her badly, and I didn’t mind. My father as usual came back home late, dead drunk and treated my mother badly but she never protested. She got her revenge by fucking me next day. I loved the arrangement. My school would open a week later and I still had 6 days more to fuck my mother to my heart’s content. I was young and full of energy and a quick learner. And my head was full of ideas about sexual experimentations that amazed my mother even, experienced as she was in a lot of games that she played with my father in happier times. At our hostel room which I shared with two of my friends, we engaged in sexual talks and glanced through foreign pornographic magazines that were wild in their depictions of different types of sexual acts. One was water sports; men and women piddling on each other. I wanted to piddle on my mother and if possible, I wanted her to piddle on my face too. I wanted to see her shit inside the bathroom and splash water on her ass after she had shat. I wanted to sit in front of her as she looked at me and then wanted her to wash my ass. I wanted to wash her ass too and insert my fingers inside her rectum. Every morning I woke up with the pleasurable sensation of her mouth around my penis. She entered my room which I kept unbolted for her and pulled off the ribbon of my pajama, took out my cock, bent down and sucked my penis as I looked down at her half naked body in wet sari without blouse. Then she would kiss me and leave the room and I fell back into sweet dreams again.

When I entered the common bathroom in the courtyard to wash myself and brush my teeth, she ordered me not to lock it from inside. She would follow me inside the bathroom after sometime and we would make love on the bathroom floor. We would then bathe together, and she rubbed me all over with soap, spending a lot of time around my groin and penis. Then I would bathe her and clean her cunt by inserting my fingers inside. I turned her around and inserted my finger into her rectum and cleaned her ass which she liked. There was no inhibition left between us. I would kiss her ass and flick my tongue inside her rectum and kiss her asshole. I sucked her big breasts and kissed her mouth and raised her healthy arms and ran my tongue over her hairy armpits that sent shivers down her spine because she loved to be tickled in her armpits with my tongue. Invariably we ended up fucking again on the bathroom floor. One day we were lazing on the roof on a chatai after a bout of passionate fucking, still naked and I was stroking her armpits casually as she looked up at the sky. She had beautiful deep set armpits that I loved to smell and stroke which she also liked. Her big firm breasts pointed upwards, her nipples still erect and jutted out like corks. As I stroked and sniffed her armpits I suddenly asked her if all women had hair in their armpits. She replied that most women shaved their armpits but she was too lazy to do it and so let her hair grow. “Do you want me to shave my armpits?” She asked me. I replied that I wanted to see how she looked without the hair on her armpits.

She slowly got up and went down, swinging her big naked ass. I kept on lying on the chatai naked and looked at the sky and reminisced about the last bout of fucking where we used the choicest of abusive words while we fucked and in a bout of passion, I had spat on her beautiful face. After some time she came back to the roof, still naked. She was carrying my father’s shaving kit and a medium sized katori. She sat down on the chatai and opened the box. She took out a small pair of scissors and spread her thighs apart in a vulgar manner. She had bushy hair around her cunt too. “You want to see this area clean too?” She asked me. I nodded my head. She began to snip away at her pubic hair as I watched her transfixed, still lying like that. The trimmings fell on the chatai. She smiled at me and gathered up the hair that had fallen on the chatai and sprinkled them over my stomach playfully. She then bent forward and kissed my penis and started clipping away my pubic hair. I looked down at my mother as she clipped away my pubic hair and her breasts brushed my thighs occasionally. My penis was standing like a pole but my mother requested me not to cum just now. I looked down at my penis; it was spotless now. She now concentrated on herself. She raised her left arm and began to snip away the hair there. I looked at her in amazement as she slipped away her armpit hair slowly. She smiled at me and asked me, “You want to do it?” I now got up and she gave me the scissors and raised her other arm. I ran my left fingers over her armpit and slowly clipped away the hair in her right armpit with the small scissor. Her armpits gave away a sweaty musky smell that I loved. I bent forward and sniffed her armpits and kissed her there. They were clean now but felt rough and grizzly; there was still a dark patch around both the armpits. She now took up the empty katori and held it towards me and smiled. “Will you do it, or me?” She asked me. “What?” I could not understand. “Stupid fellow,” she laughed at me. She got up from the chatai, holding the katori in her hand and moved aside. Then she crouched and brought the katori towards her vagina and let out a stream of urine inside. Oh my god! Some of it spilled out of the katori and wetted her soft hands. She now came back to the chatai and kept the katori gently on the chatai. She now took out the shaving brush and dipped it inside the katori and applied lather on the shaving brush and handed the brush to me. I was thrilled. I gently applied lather on her armpits while I stroked her breasts with my other hand and smelled her sweat and urine. I lathered up sufficient foam in both her armpits which now smelled of her urine.

Then I took up the razor. She laid down on the chatai gently, and raised her arms over her head tantalizingly. I slowly began to shave away her armpits in long gentle strokes as she moaned in pleasure till they were clean and fresh. She looked so lovely now, with clean shaven armpits. I bent down and kissed and tickled her armpits and she laughed away in pleasure. It still smelled of her urine. I could control myself no longer. I took up the katori in my hand and brought it to my lips. I dipped my tongue into it. “What are you doing?” She asked me, surprised. “Drinking your urine,” I replied. I drank a little. It tasted salty and nice “give me some,” she said and opened her mouth. I poured a little into her mouth. Some of it slipped out of her mouth. I slowly drained the whole katori over her breasts and stomach and thighs as she laughed at my action. There was still some urine left. I drank the rest of it and smiled at her and kissed her. I now crouched over her breasts, my cock dangling over her big fair breasts. She took my penis between her big wet breasts and squeezed it between them by pressing them hard with both her hands. She bent her head forward and flicked her tongue on the tip of my cock as she pressed her melons against my cock. I removed her hands and pressed her breasts against my penis from both sides and pinched her erect nipples as she flicked her tongue on my penis. “Mother, I want to masturbate.” “Do it son,” she replied and took my cock inside her mouth. “No, I want to masturbate on your armpits.”

She smiled at me, took out my dick from her mouth and released my dick from between her breasts and raised her arms again over her head. She was still lying on the floor. She looked so regal and beautiful like that. I positioned myself and lowered my penis towards her left armpit. I brought my penis towards her armpit and thrust my penis into the hollow area and started stroking her there with my dick. I jabbed her armpit again and again as she moaned in pleasure. I shifted to her other armpit by brushing against her big breasts and began to fuck her there. This was a new experience for both of us and she liked it. I kept on poking her armpit till I felt the pressure building up inside my penis. The semen rushed through my dick and I shouted out, “mother, I am Cuming.” “Come, my dear son, come,” she softly replied and I let out a jet of semen on her clean shaven armpit. Some of it fell on the side of her breasts. I let out stream after stream of semen on her armpit and as more semen spurted out of my dick I again shifted my dick on the other armpit, over her breasts and spilled out the last drops into the hollow of her deep set armpit. Oh, what a lovely sensation, fucking my mother in both her armpits that smelled of her urine. Her clean shaven armpits glistened with my semen.

I looked at my fair and lovely mother as she lay on the floor, smiling at me, her breasts and armpits smeared with my semen. She smiled at me and raised her arms and bent her head towards her armpits and licked the semen from there. I had gotten up and stood astride my mother, looking down at her, my legs on both sides of her healthy body. She scooped up the semen from her big breasts with her fingers and licked them. I stood and watched in wonder, staring down at her like a victor. There was one last thing that I wanted to do to her just now. And I did it. My bladder was full with excitement; I held my dick and let out a stream of urine over her body. She was surprised but she let me do it. And I piddled on her healthy body as my urine mingled with my semen. I kept on piddling and lowered myself over her lovely face and directed the jet on her face. She opened her mouth and I piddled inside her lovely mouth. Qwertpoiuy@operamail.com.

Cock and moving up and down my cock, but she just moved just her ass when she fucked me like that, her big ass jerking like a huge piece of jelly. It was a delightful sight to see her ass move and sway like that as if it was independent of her body. I still remember the first day I fucked my mother in the ass. As I had written earlier, she had the habit of scratching her armpits and ass, oblivious of my presence. Now that I had shaved her armpits, she rarely scratched there, but continued to scratch her ass quite often. One day, she was picking up the dry clothes from the clothesline in the courtyard, wearing her sari in the sexy seedha pallu Gujarati style in which I liked to see her, without the blouse of course, and she began to scratch her ass again. I walked up to her and told her, “let me do it.” “What?” She asked. “Let me scratch your ass mother,” I insisted. “Tu meri gaanr khujlayega?” “haan ma.” Without waiting for her answer, I raised her sari to the hip and pulled down her white panty. I took it in my hand and looked at it; the back portion of her panty had got yellowish with all the scratching. I brought it to my nose and sniffed at it. “Gandhi kya sukh raha hai, khujla jaldi,” she requested. I rubbed the panty over her face and then threw it aside and began to scratch her ass with the fingers of my right hand as I fondled her naked breasts below her Anchal with my left hand. My mother had the loveliest piece of ass that cried out to be fucked. I kept on scratching her ass as she stood still and with my other hand I fondled her melons and squeezed her nipples. She kissed me on the mouth as I scratched her. My cock was upright. She pulled the ribbon of my pajama and it fell down on the ground. I was naked now.

She held my dick and began to fondle it. We kissed each other on the mouth while she stroked my cock while I scratched her ass and squeezed her breasts with the other hand. It was a lovely combination. I gently inserted one of my fingers inside her asshole and began to finger fuck her. She began to groan. She pulled away her sari in a fit and stood naked. I laid her on the ground now, her face down and her beautiful ass propped up. I kissed her ass and again inserted my finger inside her rectum. Sometime I took out my finger and kneaded her buttocks with my hand; they were soft like jelly. “why do you scratch your ass so often?” I asked, still fingering her. “what can I do if they itch?” “wait, I will get you something.” And I walked back to my room and came back with a tube of bet ovate c. I dabbed the cream on my finger and applied it to her rectum. “you should use this regularly. It’s good. I used to scratch my cock and balls in the hostel; one of my friends suggested this to me and it worked wonders.” I rubber her rectum with the cream and applied still more. It was thoroughly lubricated and her asshole glistened. Suddenly I asked her, “mother, does father fuck you in the ass regularly?” “whenever he is drunk and angry with me.” She replied. “it hurts.” I replied, “there is a way to fuck in the ass.” “you have fucked in the ass before or what?” She asked me. I told her that I and my friends fucked each other in the hostel quite often and we applied cream that made the entry easier.

My mother was surprised, “you bastard.” “what can we do? We don’t get women like you in the hostel so we fuck each other.” And I continued to stroke her ass and finger fuck her ass. After sometime, I softly whispered into her ears, “mother!” “yes my son.” “can I fuck you in the ass? I will do it gently, believe me; it won’t hurt.” She was all heated up, “you are sure?” “yes mother.” “okay, do it, but be careful.” I jumped up and went and brought a pillow which I placed below her stomach and propped up her big ass. It was sufficiently lubricated by this time. I spread my legs across her waist now and slowly bent down and brought my penis to her asshole. Then I gently pushed it inside, just the tip. She shuddered a little. “don’t be afraid, mother.” Then I slowly began to push my cock inside my mother’s rectum and she began to moan as it gradually disappeared inside her rectum. “you like it mother?” I asked her softly. “yes, my son.” “okay mother, now I am going to pump you. Be ready!” And then I began to pump her… with every thrust, her soft big ass wiggled like a huge piece of jelly and she began to groan. I fucked her gently, careful not to hurt her but the sight of her huge ass brought out the animal instinct inside me and I began to thrust her with force now. I thrust my cock again and again and she shouted with pleasure and pain and I held her broad hips and began to shout – “ma, meri Randi, main teri gaanr mar raha hoon”, and she shouted back, “haan, motherhood, tu meri gaanr maar raha hai…” and I kept on pumping her to my heart’s content as we began to talk dirty. Then I came, in multiple spurts and I spat on her backside in excitement. I gave one final thrust as I poured out my last cum and collapsed on her big body.

I lay like that, on her back for some time. My cock automatically slipped out of her asshole and when I rose I saw that a considerable portion of my semen tricked down from inside her asshole and smeared her thunder thighs. Her ass looked like a battleground… my mother looked so lovely and vulnerable like that. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I slowly bent towards her ears and whispered, “did you like it, mother?” “yes my son,” she replied softly. “will you let me do it again later?” “yes, my son, if it makes you happy.” And I kissed her soft ass and got up as she laid like that, naked and bare assed, on the same spot where my father had Molestationd her brutally in the ass a few nights before. I loved to see her in the Marathi sari where the end of her Anchal was hitched between her healthy thighs and tucked at her back, like a tight dhoti as she bent down on the floor and mopped the floor. When she came to my room to mop the floor like that, crouched on the floor, naked from the waist up, wearing that thin gold girdle around her sexy waist, I would sit at the edge of the bed and fondle her breasts with my legs and she would stop working for a while, allowing me to stroke her breasts with my feet. I rubbed her erect nipples with the sole of my feet. She would then take my feet in her hand and kiss it and lick my toes and the gaps between the fingers. I felt so ticklish that I would invariably take out my dick and masturbate on her face. At other times, I would lay on the ground naked while she sat at the edge of the bed and stroked my penis with her toes and masturbate me with both her feet.

There were times when she would lick my ass leisurely, inserting her tongue deep inside my rectum, spitting inside and swallowing her own saliva, making slurping sound. I returned the pleasure and licked her ass too and spat inside. I fucked her in the Rockygie style which was one of my favorite positions because it enabled me to hold her big ass and look at them. And when we did 69, she most often laid on top of me as she sucked my penis and I glimpsed and held her huge ass as I alternately sucked her cunt and asshole. One day, this happened a few days before I left for my hostel, she had sucked me in the morning and woke me up as usual and left the room, I got up after some time and went to the bathroom in the courtyard to wash myself and brush my teeth. I pushed open the door and was accorded an excellent sight. My mother was inside the bathroom, stark naked, sitting on the Indian style system. I stood transfixed as I watched my mother farting and shitting as she looked at me and smiled. I took off my pajama and stood naked and watched her. Then I slowly walked up to her and looked down at her as she gave out another loud fart and let out another piece of shit that fell on the yellow pile. “what are you looking at me like that for?” She asked me. “don’t you shit?” My bladder was full and I needed to pee badly. I smiled at her and began to pee on her beautiful face and healthy naked body as my urine rolled down her healthy body and mixed with her shit.

“mother, I want to sit too,” I said. “come, my dear child,” and she pulled me towards her and I sat facing her and she moved back a little to accommodate me. We held each other lovingly as I let out a loud fart and let out my first piece of shit that fell near my mother’s shit. We held and stroked each other and kissed each other as we sat together, wallowing in the foul smell and filth. We loved it. We licked each other as we farted and shat together. Every time either of us farted, we immediately kissed each other. We sat together like that even after we had finished shitting and fondled each other and occasionally looked at the pile of shit below us. That site of that pile spurred us on and we continued to lick and fondle each other and I stroked her breasts and bit her erect nipples while she fondled my penis and ran her fingers softly over my chest and kissed my nipples. Then we got up and looked down at out shit. Our combined shit had formed a huge pile. We smiled at each other. My mother now took up the bucket and poured down the water and drained away the shit. “come, let me clean you,” she said. “no mother, not now. I want to fuck your ass.” “but it’s not clear yet,” she protested. “don’t bother mother, I want to fuck your dirty ass, please. Let me do it.” “you are a dirty fellow,” she smiled at me and turned around and displayed her sexy ass by bending down.

And she offered up her shitty ass to me. I laid her down on the ground and propped up her ass and dipped my dick slowly inside her rectum which got smeared with her shit. And I thrust my penis inside with all the force as she let out a scream and I fucked my lovely mother in her dirty ass, again and again, calling out dirty names to her – mother-fucker, bloody whore, bastard, behenchod, Randi and kept on pumping her big fat ass that jerked like a huge piece of jelly and I grappled her tits from behind and pinched her nipples and she cried out in pain but I continued to fuck her and talk dirty till I poured out my load inside her big fat shitty ass. When I took out my penis, it was smeared with her shit. I was exhausted. I lay down on the bathroom floor. My mother also lay down beside me on the bathroom floor, holding me tight. We lay like that for quite some time before my mother held my shit smeared dick and began to stroke it. Her hand got smeared with shit. My dick was up again and I wanted to fuck her again. But my mother said, “let’s clean ourselves first.” She splashed water on my ass and wiped my rectum thoroughly with soap by inserting her finger; then she washed my dick. Just when she was about to splash water on her ass to clean herself, I stopped her and took the mug from her soft hand. I poured water on my mother’s ass and wiped her ass with my fingers gently. Then we cleaned our hands and kissed each other and made love on the bathroom floor. When I came back to the hostel, carrying a huge pile of my mother’s panties and brassieres that she had gifted me to keep me company, we exchanged dirty letters that I showed to my friends and they masturbated as I read from those letters or when I narrated my trysts with my mother. She wrote to me few months later that she was pregnant.

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