THE DARK CORNER AN UNTOLD STORY free porn video

This is the story of my life time sexual fantasy and sexual encounters Characters ages and the period of relation are

Me – 19years
Mom – Shobha – 36years 36d-34- 36 sizes
Dad Murali -46years
Kistappa – 56 years

TIME PERIOD (1990-1992)

My dad is a landlord. Mom is a house wife. I have a brother and a sister. We live in a town nearby. First let me start with a small incident that awakened the sexual desire in me and two small events before a big incident which made me think and lust for my mom.

It was summer holidays. I used to stay at home all the day to keep away from the hot sun. That afternoon I felt like taking a nap and went to my mom’s room. She was already sleeping after the household chores. I went and slept behind her. Within minutes I was in sleep. I don’t know how long I have slept but suddenly I had a sudden feeling of pleasure which I never experienced before in my dream.

Slowly as I gained consciousness I began to realize that my lips were touching something and the feeling I am experiencing is not a dream but real. When I opened the eyes I saw my lips touching my mother’s soft and beautiful waist and I realized that was the reason for my ecstasy. That is the first time I experienced the woman and the pleasure in experiencing them. That is the first time my cock was hard on and I felt very enjoying so I kept like that and enjoyed it for about 15 min. But something, I think the basic human instinct told me that I was doing something wrong and I pulled my lips away from her. That was the first time I had experience of sex in my life.

After that my lust slowly for my mom began to increase. She is a beautiful woman in her early thirties with 36d -34-36 sizes which attract almost everyman. I waited for another experience with her which came across me soon.

My father went to our village on his work. He was a landlord and often shuttles between the village and the town. So I thought that is the good time for me as we usually sleep with my mother when dad was not at home.

It was night and my brother and sister slept on either side of my mom. I was sleeping beside my brother. Imagining an experience with my mom, I don’t know when I went to sleep. It was about midnight when I suddenly woke up. My mind was blank and slowly my mind began to sense the surroundings. I remembered my plan and without my knowledge my dick was already up thinking of the experience which I am about to experience. But I don’t know where to start. After a little bit of hesitation I slowly kept my hand over my brother and started to grope in the darkness until my fingers touched her sari.

After going through a few layers of her sari I suddenly came into touch with her soft, cold waist. A chill went in my body. My back of fingers is enjoying it and my cock was rock hard. But I was not satisfied by this and slowly an idea crept into my mind. I don’t know how I dared but I slowly removed my shirt buttons and got up in darkness. Adjusting myself in the space between my brother and mom I took my hand over my mom without touching her and got up over her on my two hands. For a few seconds my body was in the air. I can feel the air passing between our bodies. As I lowered my body slowly onto her, I can feel that the air between her mounds and my chest began to thin.

Finally my chest finally touched the tips of her mounds. A sudden wave of chill went through my spine even in that hot sweating summer. Slowly I lowered myself making my pressure over her breasts. As my pressure began to increase over her breast my heart began to pound fast.

Finally my chest rested on her breasts. Then I waited and felt the luxury and pleasure in a woman’s body for the first time in life. My mom showed me the real enjoyment in women for the first time in life. I waited for a few seconds and slowly got down and returned to my place. Now my cock was really hard on and I could not really control myself so again I went for her waist. This time I could not keep my hand still, so I started to move my fingers on her waist and it happened at that instant. Suddenly my mom woke up and instead of catching my hand she went to the bed lamp. There I got an edge and it took more than a second for me to do that. I took my brother’s hand, who was sleeping and place it in the place.

My heart was pounding fast. She switched on the light and light of the bed lamp fell on my eyes. There was a moment of silence. I can feel she was looking at us. Then she slowly turned and moved my brother’s hand and switched off the lamp and went to bed. I was relieved. But my cock was rock hard. After few minutes, confirming that mom was fast asleep I adjusted myself on the bed and started moving up and down. Soon my hard cock released a thick fluid. And then I slept feeling relieved.

After that night I was craving for the womanhood of my mom. I never know what I wanted to do with her but whenever I thought of the movement when the air between us became thin and her breasts pressed against my chest I would be aroused (or) whenever I see her beautiful waist or breasts I used to get aroused. If it was in the night there would not have been any problem. But if it was in the noon or morning I always used to wait very patiently till night after which I used to relieve. I was waiting for another chance to come. But there is always a surprise lurking in the corner.

One day our house owner came and asked us to hike the rent but dad didn’t agree to it and searched for a new house to shift. After a week we shifted to a new house. It took few days for me to settle in the new environment, My summer holidays were about to finish and next week the college was about to begin. But it was decided that I will write my exams privately and my mom will teach me. Since in those days our town was not very much developed and there is always a lack of teachers. So my parents thought that it would be wise to teach me at home. And I was studying at home. My mom is my teacher.

My grandmother who came for the vacation had left with my dad to the village after a few days. If in the morning my sister and brother left for school I and mom would be in the house – ALONE. Now I can ogle at my mom’s beautiful body freely. But soon I realized that I had an advantage. And it was during the afternoon nap. It was a regular afternoon and mom went to sleep asking me to complete reading the medieval history. It was about 2:00 and I have two hours before I can complete reading it. I waited for half an hour. After asserting that she is fully asleep, I started implementing my idea.

She was sleeping upright with her closed eyes facing the roof. I didn’t know where to start. But suddenly my sight fell on one side of her bare waist which was beautifully exposed by her sari and the one which aroused my sexual senses. My trembling fingers reached the soft smooth cream colored navel. First I placed a finger then another and then the other finally my four fingers were on her waist. My cock was bulging out making a tent in my pant. I did not keep my palm but only fingers. But it gave immense pleasure and enjoyment. For me I was on the cloud nine. But now I laugh at my innocence and callousness of my enjoyment.

This continued for a few days. There is no problem and harm in it. I am enjoying it.

I was not satisfied with that. One day I want to try to kiss her in sleep. And from the time the struck in my mind, I was feeling restless. Mom was sleeping as usual and I made my hand on the bare side of her waist. As I was exploring her beauty, my eyes fell on her lips. I felt an urge to kiss. At first I thought that if she woke I will have to face the worst consequences. But confident of my experiences over the past two weeks I decided to take the risk.

Finally I lowered myself removing my fingers from her waist. And my lips went close to her. My lips were shivering and my heart began to beat very fast. I could clearly listen to my heart beat. With great difficulty I managed to bring into contact my lower lip to her lower lip very smoothly and lightly. And suddenly a storm rose inside me. My testosterone rose to an alarming level which I never expected. And without my knowledge my eyes closed and a kind of anesthetic feeling came to me. But my mind told me that it’

s too dangerous to close your eyes. And after a few seconds I separated my lips. Within few second my desire for a second kiss came to my mind and I bent down for another kiss. Then everyday in the afternoon I got kisses and the heaven of her waist. It soon became just like a habit.

But soon a new desire began to grow. I want to take her waist completely in to my hand as strongly as possible and at same time kiss her very hardly. But I know it is very hard to get at that time. Day by day I was becoming very much tireless. My desire began to grow like a mountain. And my thoughts began to fantasize her in the nights. In the noon my experiments with her sleeping body continued. My days were excellent. But soon they came to an end with the completion of my board exams. And after the summer vacation I joined in to eighth class. But every day I used to masturbate thinking of her. At that time I used to masturbate by rubbing my cock to bed.

One day on a Sunday evening when I returned from the grocery shop I found my mom and was stunned by her beauty. I was so out of control that if there had not been my father, sister, and brother I would have ****d her. This may seem rude and atrocious but this is the first time I felt the a****l kind of nature aroused. Perhaps this is called sex, I thought. But I resisted. She was in a chocolate color sari with a line chocolate colored dotted flowers.

And she wore a 3/4th chocolate blouse, which was more provocative. If this was my situation just imagine my dad’s position. When this thought came to my mind, I wondered what he would do to her that night. And my thought came true. In the night when I woke up for water at around two, I was shocked to see my mother sleeping beside my sister with another blouse. I saw that even her nylon sari was a bit crumpled. I could see her serene face which was with full satisfaction in the light bed lamp.

Slowly I reached the shelf where her blouse lay totally crumpled. When saw that it was very badly crumpled and three out five hooks were missing. What would have transpired between them was out of my imagination at that time. But it haunted me for several years. It still haunts me sometimes. Whenever it arouses me, I placate it by a sweet fantasized masturbation. I cannot count how many times I masturbated thinking of her in that attire; May be a thousand or thousands of times. But still my desire was not satisfied because I know that it is only satisfied by fucking her in the same sari and in the same age, which is highly impossible? It may seem ridiculous but to young teen boy of my age at that time it was more than really having her.

As the days pass by I felt a big miracle should occur. I want something more from her but I don’t know what it is. Let me tell you that at this point of time, I don’t even have the faintest thought to have sex with my mom. But one day an incident has removed my confusion and made it clear of what I exactly I want from her. That day when I was returning from the school early in the afternoon I never thought that I would witness such an incident. On the one hand it provoked me and on the other hand I was in a rage but in all I enjoyed it.

When I reached home I saw that the doors were open. Usually mom closes the main door as she sleeps every day in the afternoon. At the entrance I saw a pair of slippers of strange man. I wondered who might have come. Without any guess I went inside and it was pin drop silence.

When I was about to go to my parents bedroom I heard some voices. One was my moms and the other, I could not recognize. I was puzzled. I tiptoed and finally reached near the bedroom and what I had seen is the most shocking scene of my life. My mom was naked (I hope as she was under the blanket) and kistappa (one of our village elder man) was on top of her. They were looking at each other into their eyes. Slowly there was movement under the bed sheet. And kistappa began to move slowly up and down, as my mom began to close and open her eyes slowly, showing different expressions on her face. With in no time they got rhythm and were moving faster. There were gasps and small moans which I didn’t understood then.

While in the middle of the moment my mom said ‘I think we should have closed the front door’

‘don’t worry no one is coming at this hour of noon. Your hubby has just left today morning. I met him the morning. And your c***dren will not be here till 4:30. So don’t worry and enjoy.’

Mom did not respond to his words. After sometime their moment reached peak and they became slow when they finally stopped.

From that day I waited for a chance to see my mom and that old uncle together in bed again and my chance came one night. Dad was away on the work in the village. As usual were sleeping with my mom. In the night at around ten I woke up with a knock on the door. I thought it was a dream but the knock continued for another two times and I was fully conscious. At first I thought it was my dad. But then it came to my mind that he left that morning and there no chance of him coming for another 7 days. Then it suddenly strikes my mind and I remembered that old uncle of our village. My dick has already up and throbbing in expectation of their action.

After another few gently knocks I saw my mom getting up and going out of the room to open the door. And I can see two dark figures moving from beside the bed and they went to the other room. A faint glow spread in that room which I could see because of the very faint light at the door. I heard a few murmurs and laughs. After a few minutes my mom came to our room and closed the doors. It took me a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the darkness. Then I can see the silhouette of my mom wearing a blouse. Then she tied a new sari whose color and designs I could not make in the darkness and went inside kitchen, which was adjacent to our bedroom.

After five minutes she came out and went into the other room opening the doors. Then she closed the doors behind her and locking them from the other side as I could hear the creaking sound. I am sure that the doors now close, so now I went near the door and through the wide spaces in the door I could see the entire room. The luckiest part is that the bed is right in front of the door. At first I saw my mom. My mom was in red colored sari and in matching blouse. The blouse is normal. I wondered when she got a red sari because my dad never brings bright or gaudy colors. Then a person came near to her and she gave him the milk glass. He gave light smile which is very bad and in return he gave her a pack of jasmine flowers. It was new for me because my mom never keeps flowers as my dad never brings flowers.

She took them and decorated in her hair. With the bunch of jasmine flowers she was looking damn sexy and hot. My cock stood like a tent in my pant even before I witnessed the real big feast. As mom was decorating her hair with flowers kistappa sat on the bed and took out a tablet and swallowed it using milk. Then he slowly began to drink milk ogling at my mom’s sensuous body which the sari revealed more and savoring my mom’s beauty.

I wondered how mom liked that 55 year with half bald white haired old man. I remember faintly when I was a c***d and we were in our village when kistappa used to visit our home as he is our family friend. His son and my father are close friends. But I could not understand how he managed to persuade her to fuck her. Finally when he drank the milk he gave the glass to my mom. She took the glass and placed it below the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. Kistappa took flowers and smelled them.

‘You look beautiful in this sari and flowers Shobha.’

My mom smiled and shied away.

‘What a beautiful woman you are Shobha. You have a sexy body and I feel lucky to share it along with your husband. I am jealous of him that he could fuck you every day. If only that finance problem never occurs to you, I would never been able to think of fucking you.’

‘Thanks for helping us and you are still helping us.’

‘Come on Shobha. The help I am doing is not comparable by the heaven you are showing me and what a man of husband your husband is. Whenever I ask him for you, he obediently goes to the village. And you obediently come to me and show me heaven.’

She was silent and then smiling he took her by placing his hands tightly on waist and pressing them. Then he took her lips between his pout lips and started kissing her. My mom enjoying this turned towards him. Now his experienced hand moved to explore my mom’s breasts over her red sari. Within minutes they were in deep passionate kiss. After a deep passionate kiss he removed the loose end of her sari from the boobs exposing them. I could see a thin line starting just below her neck where her big mountain like boobs meet and run all the way disappearing by turning into the red blouse. Kistappa moved on to her exposed breasts moving his lips over the rift made by both breasts where the meet, kissing and biting them very passionately. Then he came to her waist and stomach with a little belly. Her stomach with a little fat/ belly is also more beautiful. He was pressing and biting it hardly as my mom in moaning in ecstasy.

Then he reached to her feet and started slowly moving up at the same time moving the sari up. He reached up to her thigh and came back to her lips again for deep passionate kiss. They were rolling on the bed like two little a****ls in the brawl. He was deeply kissing and biting her breasts from above the blouse. In his kissing a hook was released releasing ten percent of her breasts. Now that old man was really going mad. When he was about to remove the blouse my mom suddenly stopped him and showed him the light. He smiled and got up from the bed and moving through the red sari on the floor turned off the light. And everything before me had gone black. My enthusiasm to know what was going on was increasing. But the only thing I could hear is the little moans and very faint gasps. Trying to imagine what was going on I removed my pant and started to rub my bulged cock to the wall.

(I have tried to imagine what was transpiring between mom and Kistappa while I am masturbating rubbing my cock to the wall. I have written the same.)

Kistappa turning off the light turned towards my mom. Now removing his dhoti and banian he reached on to the bed. My mom took him by placing her hands around him. Now he was passionately kissing her neck. Slowly he was becoming wild, like an a****l. He got a tight hold of her hair and pulling it tightly backward he was kissing her neck and from there moved down. Now he removed the hooks of the blouse in one attempt by pressing the boobs tightly together. Removing the blouse he got her naked 36d breasts into his mouth and started sucking them alternatively. He was biting them. And my mom was giving moans to his biting. She was in great pleasure and ecstasy. When kistappa got up and removed her petticoat, I saw his huge bulging cock stood at ninety degrees. Now I surprise at the stamina and the size of his cock at that age.

By taking her legs to his sides and positiong himself between her he slowly pushed the big knob of his dick into her cunt. When he finished entering into her, he slowly began to move in out holding her waist, hitting hard deep inside her cunt. My mom was replying to his thrusts by hitting against him. She was enjoying the fucking session. Soon kistappa was ramming my mom’s cunt. At intervals he was also biting her nipples. Beads of sweat began to flow from their bodies. When suddenly kistappa said I am Cumming. My mom said hold on for a second. And in a second both came and my my moms cunt gave tight hold of kistappas cock, thus giving him immense pleasure and sucking his releases.

After an hour or so the bed light sprang to life. In front me my mom was on the bed naked beneath the bed sheath. Then kistappa came into the scene. He is also fully naked, his cock half aroused hanging in the air. Beads of sweat holding the white hair on his chest was shining in response to the bed light. He walked his way to my mom who was sleeping with blanket covering up to her breasts. The breasts were bulging out through the bed sheet suggesting the size. Kistappa sat beside her and slid under the blanket. My mom and kistappa were gasping looking at the roof. There were no words between them for some time.

After a few minutes kistappa got up and mounted onto my mom. He started kissing her lips. He actually tried to remove the blanket but my mom did not allowed so he started to do under the blanket. It was out of my knowledge at that time to know what transpired beneath the blanket. But I could see that kistappa sliding over my mom’s body. And my mom letting out – ‘AHHH ..AHHHHHHHHH’‘ sounds and regular gasps from her mouth. Kistappa was sliding on my mom’s body very fast. After few movements his sliding slowed down and gave a long gasp burying his face between my mom’s neck and shoulder. They laid there still for fifteen minutes and then he got up to turn the lights went off. I waited for an half an hour but nothing happened. So I came back to bed and went into a peaceful sleep ever.

I think it was about four when I woke up I heard the splashing sound of water coming from the bathroom. I thought it was my mom. So I got up and tiptoed towards the bed room to see if kistappa was there or not. But to my surprise it was my mom still in deep sleep. She was sleeping naked under the blanket as her boobs heaved with every breath she took. I thought of going near to her but a fear came over me and when I heard the bathroom door open (Because it is an iron door) I came back to the bed. Kistappa passed me looking at me in darkness. I could see his faint silhouette. He then went to the other room where my mom was sleeping and closed the door behind him. This gave me the opportunity to witness what transpire thereafter.

When I reached the door I could see kistappa cleaning him with towel. At the same time my mom opened her eyes and was looking at him. I could not see what he did because he is facing his back to me but my mom gave a faint smile at him. Within minutes he dressed up and said that he will leave. My mom got up from the bed holding the blanket to her breasts and slowly wrapped it around herself from under the arm pits. The jasmine flowers in her hair had left thread to which they are sewn. A few of them were struck to her shoulders and a very few were to the threads. She slowly got up and followed him to the door in the other room.

After a few moments she returned to the room. She stood still for a movement. Then she looked at the watch and then at the door. For a few seconds I feared that she had caught me. But she got back to the bed and slowly closed her eyes. Now slowly my eyes are losing control because of the lack of sleep, so I went to the bed to sleep. I got up when my mom woke me up in morning. I opened my eyes to see my mom bathed and drying her hair. And then I got reminded of the night. I felt that it had happened some years back.

After that one thing became obvious for me. I wanted to be in bed with mom like Kistappa and do all the things he has done to her. Every day I imagine in the place of Kistappa with mom. That night has also cleared me of another thing. Till then I thought that mom was doing it cheating the dad but from the night conversation I understood that she was doing it with dad’s knowledge, approval and permission. I also understood that she is enjoying fucking him.

After that rarely I got a chance to touch her. But I also observed that mom and dad fuck each other on the same bed where Kistappa fucked her in the night after mid night. This I came to know because one day I woke by low voices. When I opened the eyes in the darkness, I could see my dad standing half naked at the cot and saying something to mom. After 2 or 3 minutes dad walked and after a moment mom got up and walked into the other room. Then they closed the doors behind them. When the door was closed I got and walked to the closed to see but it was dark the other side and I could not see anything nor could I hear anything. So I came back and slept. But every other day dad and mom talk which soon I understand that they argue. One I listened carefully to the muffling voices.

‘Shobha, come to me.’

‘I am tired. Please not today.’

‘We will do it only one time. Please come na?’

‘No go away and leave me.’

‘What? Who do you think I am? I am your husband.’

‘So what? I am not your servant.’

‘If you don’t come, I will fuck you here itself bitch.’

And it always goes on like this. And finally mom used to go to his room. But whenever Kistappa came mom never refused him.

Kistappa’s visits continued. I was not aware of his visits in the day but sometimes he used to stay as a visitor for the tea when we come. I can easily understand that they fucked that afternoon. I think he usually visits mom for 10-15 days in a month for sex. But one day lasted all my life. What I saw that day was mind blowing and shocking.

Kistappa made frequent visits but before ending his part in my and mom’s life let me share one of his visits that lasted in my memories all my life.

It was my parents wedding anniversary on that day. I came to know about it when Kistappa visited us in the morning while we were taking breakfast. As he entered the house, he wished my mom and dad and gave the sweets. While we were getting ready, he was talking to dad and told him that there was some problem at our fields and he need to go immediately. As my dad was looking at him, mom came with a coffee and taking his coffee smiling at her he said

‘Don’t worry Murali, I will take her to the temple today and pray to the god for a happy marriage and blissful life.’

While he was saying this my mom left them. Dad sat there taking the coffee and after a moment while we are leaving, dad said okay.

We left to school and when we returned home in the evening, the door was locked. After an half an hour mom returned from outside along with Kistappa. Mom was wearing a new nylon sari. I can guess that Kistappa bought it as it was new and I never saw it in mom’s wardrobe. Mom was happy and smiling at us –

‘When did you come? I went out to the temple. I thought of taking you with us. Any how come lets go inside and I will give you guys some sweets’

My brother and sister were happy with the name of sweets as they were too small to understand relation between man and woman. That evening I was sitting along with my brother and sister studying. Then Kistappa came and went inside. When he went inside the kitchen, I followed him without his knowledge as my brother and sister were busy with their home work. I slowly peeped inside the kitchen and saw that Kistappa was arranging flowers in my mom’s hair. Then he gave her chicken and asked to cook some chicken especially to which she laughed and said okay.

That night my mom served us dinner. Kistappa has gone out. While eating I enquired mom about dad to which she responded that he will come by evening next day. After dinner, she hurried us to sleep and I was the only person to know the reason. Even she also slept with us.

There was no sign of sleep on my eyes and I was quite aware that something will happen after midnight. But my waiting came to an end even before midnight. After two hours I could hear the door in the other room open and close. We have two doors to the house; one from the kitchen and one from the front room. I know Kistappa came inside from the front room. My mom seems to be awake because when she listened to the sound of the door she walked out of the room to their fucking room.

I could hear their low voices indistinctly –

‘Did …..go……sleep?’

‘Take this, go and wear your wedding…sari&…..did you check the blouse which I altered with the tailor in the afternoon…..?’

‘No?

‘What?….. why?…’

‘I don’t want to know what you will do? Wear it even if it is tight or whatever the problem. I want to fuck you in your marriage silk sari ….. Okay’

‘Take….flowers…….go&…..I will prepare here…’

After a minute mom came inside and closed the door. She walked near the metal wardrobe and looked at us for a moment before opening the door of it. She silently and slowly opened the door making as little sound as possible. Even in the darkness she never had to grope for what she was looking. She pulled out a sari and threw it on the bed where she was sleeping before. Then she slowly opened the cover without making noise and took something throwing it on the bed along with the sari.

Then she went out with a towel and I could hear the splashing sound of water for an half an hour. Then she came to the room and in the darkness she tied the sari. I could not see it as she wore it in the kitchen. After five minutes, she switched on the small light in the kitchen and took mirror, powder and a cover. Now I could see her yellow colored silk sari. She was moving cautiously to avoid the sound made by her sari. After 15 minutes in kitchen, she switched off the light and went out of the room. But before moving out she took some vessels into the other room.

When the door was locked, I didn’t waste a second. I got up and reached the door and was looking through the slits. Kitappa was sitting on the floor and mom sat beside him. She was serving him food. The bed behind him was decorated with flowers. While eating, he gave her a few bites of food with his hand and she ate it happily. When he finished the dinner, she gave him milk which he drank with two tablets. Then she came and stood along the bed decorated with flowers.

Kistappa got up and went to the other end of the room and came with a suitcase. He opened it and taking out some 500 rupee bundles.

‘Here is the money, your husband asked me in the morning.’

‘Thanks’

‘No, you have sacrificed your marriage anniversary for me and agreed to fulfill my fantasy of fucking you on your marriage day instead of your husband.’

She kept quiet and then he said – ‘Ready?’

He held her by her waist and pulled closer to him. My mom put her two hands around his neck and they started kissing as her fingers moved slowly in his white hair. He made his grip tighter around her and her big boobs crushed on his chest. He then caressed her back for sometime while kissing. After kissing for sometime standing still at the bed they started to move slowly. His hands moved from her back to her ass. He started caressing her ass with both his hands as her hands went to his back and caress his back with her hands. They were kissing deeply. His hands now started squeezing the ass mounds while rubbing them. Her ass moved in compliance with his hands.

Slowly one of his fingers groped for the ass slit and started to push it into the slit from over the sari. Mom slowly moving her hands on his back came down his spine and after a moment of hesitation moved her hands onto his ass. After kissing for some time he fell on the bed along with her. He removed the sari from her boobs and started kissing and mauling them. He caressed them, kissed them, mauled them, pressed them, and buried his face in her boobs. He roamed his hands all over her body and mom was shamelessly co-operating him. They rolled on bed getting on top of each other for some time. I was surprised this time mom was not bothering about the light. Sometimes mom got on top him and kissed him.

She removed his shirt and moved her hands on his chest of white hair pulling them with her fingers. When she does this he held her waist and kissed her. Then he got on top of her and pulled her blouse leaving her in bra. Then he removed the silk sari and pulled down thrown her legs while he enjoyed her body. They alternated this way. I was surprised to see that she made him naked. They rolled on the bed filled with flowers for sometime alternating on each other. Then he suddenly stopped and made her lay on her fours like a dog quickly. At that time I didn’t know that it was doggy style. Then he pushed her petticoat up and positioned himself. I could see his bare ass but I cannot see mom’s ass. He moved his ass once and twice to and fro. Then he waited for a moment and resumed his to and fro motion. He did it slowly at first but took pace. He fucked her in that way for 20 minutes. I could hear them panting heavily. He continued it for a few minutes and he started thrusting his dick into her pussy strongly and I could hear low moans of mom.

‘Slowly’ she said gasping in a low voice.

He dint listen to it and continued thrusting his dick for a few time before both of them collapsed with mom below him and his dick in her pussy from behind making a loud grunt. The grunt was loud enough to hear. Then suddenly they stopped.

After a moment he rolled from over and she immediately moved and set her petticoat. He was lying next to her and looking at her –

‘I think we should have done it in the village in your house or gone to my house in the city Shobha. We can’t even moan and grunt loudly in this house. It is difficult for me to enjoy sex.’

She looked at him but kept quiet as her boobs moved up and down with her deep breathes. The scene looked sexy with my young mom in bra sleeping next to an old man almost double her age.

‘What do say Shobha?’

‘Yes’

‘I think I should ask Murali to get you to village for some time.’

‘I don’t think so he will agree to it. He is too scared to do it in the village.’

‘If he doesn’t agree I will ask him to get you to the city for some time.’

They were silent for another few minutes before he spoke again.

‘But how will you manage your c***dren?’

Mom gave a thought for a second and said –

‘May I should say that I am going to my parents house. I should do it on week days when they were out.’

‘Nice idea.’

He laughed and got on top of her then he pulled the blanket over her and after minute he threw the bra and petticoat out. Then he got as the blanket rose with him and I could see my mom’s legs go wide and he went back down adjusting himself i.e. he entered her sweet cunt again and started to move slowly. As he pushed his dick in and out, she kissed him and roamed her hands on his back inside the blanket. I know it from the moment of her hands. He went on for another 30 minutes and soon started giving rough and hard strokes. She doesn’t want to grunt or gasp or moan but she was doing them and soon he also joined her. They were considerably audible. But fortunately, both my sister and brother were in deep sleep. After a moment he slowed it and stopped as she held him tightly and wrapped her legs around his ass. I could see her thigh as the blanket moved away with her wrapping her legs around him. They stayed in that position for some time and he slowly got down from her top and rolled out of the blanket slowly and nakedly. His dick is half limp and wet. Then he switched off the light.

After that I masturbated by rubbing my cock to the wall. Then I waited patiently for another 15 minutes after masturbating. I was losing patience and I was drained of a wonderful masturbation after watching the fucking session of my mom with Kistappa on her marriage anniversary. But when I was about to leave to sleep, I could listen to the small gasp and low voices which are audible only if listened keenly. I could not see anything. I was tired too, so I went to sleep. When I got up it was still dark but I could listen to the birds chirping. I can guess that it must be around 4 in the morning. There was no light and when I went and listened keenly, I could listen to the gasps and grunts.

I wondered whether they were at it all night. Even those low moans, gasps and grunts aroused me and I was masturbating when suddenly they stopped and the light was on. I saw mom on the bed. Her hair was completely messed and her red colored vermillion on the forehead has already disappeared smearing and making a red colored tinge on her face. All the flowers were gone. The flowers on the bed were black and lost their life and dead. She slowly got up holding the blanket to her bare boobs. But Kistappa got onto the bed and said –

‘Where are you going? Let’s do it once more.’

‘No, please it’s already morning and the c***dren may wake up any time. Also I am too tired and feeling sleepy. Let me sleep for an hour or two before dawn. I also need to clean this mess before they got up.’

‘Oh! Don’t worry Shobha. Its only 4 and we will do it only one more time. It will only take 30 minutes. Don’t worry I will take care of the mess. Give the time to me.’

‘Please, I am tired. You did it all night for 5 times. Are you not tired?’

‘No, I am never tired of fucking you. If you were my wife I would have fucked all day and night. I will show you how I will fuck you when you come to city. Anyhow today is special day – Your marriage anniversary. Would you have left your husband like this? What he will say if I leave his wife dissatisfied after taking his position?’

‘Yes, and he never fucked me this many times in one night even if it was our marriage anniversary. So don’t worry about it.’

‘Shut up and come on Shobbha. I want to do it one more time.’

Saying this he pushed her onto the bed and started his fucking. She also co-operated with him. Again he fucked her for another 40 minutes and then load her cunt for last time with his cum. Then after 5 minutes he quickly got up and taking her silk sari cleaned his half limp wet dick. After cleaning his wet, half limp dick he threw the sari at her. She also got up and that was the first time I saw her completely naked. She came out of bed sheet and walked on the floor. I was stunned by her figure. Here I got a chance to study the geography of her body. What a perfect shape? Her naked boobs were stiff round and stand straight in the air.

The golden marriage necklace was hanging from above her boobs. Her stomach was almost flat and below her boobs with a small fat spread uniquely on her stomach. I could see a small crest which started on her waist and come onto her stomach. This crest made a fold on her waist. Her ass cheeks were round and perfect. The ass crack was just like a line which was like the line of quarter moon. I could see her pussy mound clean and shaved. Her thighs were fleshy and large. Her calves were fleshy and her legs were neither so stout nor thin. Her foot was slender and long with long fingers. Her middle finger has rings suggesting that she s married.

Her body was slender and her skin tone was smooth and silky. She was like a marble statue. In all she is a perfect epitome of heaven. It was hard for me to resist from going to her by breaking the door and fuck her there on that bed before she could wear the sari. But she took the blouse and looked at it and the petticoat. But instead she took the sari wrapped it around her body completely till all her beautiful body is hid behind it. Then she walked towards the door to come in while Kistappa started cleaning the mess. I hurried to my place and acted as sleeping. She came inside and went into the kitchen. After a few minutes she opened the metal wardrobe silently and placed the sari inside and came to sleep. I don’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up it was 8 in the morning. And my mom was still sleeping along with me while my brother and sister got ready. By the time I got ready, Kistappa woke up and mom was also woke up. Her hair was messed even she tied tightly. Only a grown up man can tell what she must have done.

‘Your mother must have tired of yesterday’s work. I will get you some breakfast and you go to school & College’

Then he went away. My mom has gone to washroom to fresh up herself. While my brother and sister sat in the front room I opened the metal wardrobe and saw the messed, crumpled sari beneath the clothes hidden. I saw the cream colored blouse with one hook missing. I could smell the sex from the sari. I closed the wardrobe and went to the next room but there was no sign of anything that happened last night. Both of them managed very well. When Kistappa got back, we had breakfast and left to school. In the evening by the time we came back Kistappa and dad was sitting in the front room and talking as friendly as ever. Mom got the tea and as they talked we were back to do our home work there. Then after 15 minutes, Kistappa started to leave and after going out, while leaving he turned towards my dad and said –

‘Murali, it seems your wife want to see her parents house for week or two. So why don’t you send.’

My dad didn’t say anything and again Kistappa said – ‘don’t worry I will take care of that money. You never have to bother about money again.’

‘Okay, sure’ dad said.

‘When will you send her to her parent’s home?’ he asked again.

‘Just you are leaving today. You were busy till evening. Let’s see.’

‘See Murali, next week is my birth day on Monday. Why don’t you send her with me? I will take her and leave her at her parent’s home if you are busy. I will get her back soon. Don’t worry; she will never get a chance to visit her parents if your c***dren grow up. Think about it. It will be best if you send her next week. Otherwise I don’t know when she will get a chance. Give a deep thought to it.’

He said and moved away. My siblings were busy with their home work. I was also busy with my home work but listened to all of their conversation. I was the only person to know the meaning of the conversation. My dad and mom walked into the house.

As promised Kistappa came on the Monday morning and I know why he came? Mom didn’t say good bye to us. I thought they cancelled the program. But in the evening when we returned from the school, mom was not there at home. Dad told us that our grandfather came and took her to their home. He said as we have school, she had to leave alone and she will be back soon. I know what has gone through. Mom left with Kistappa. Dad took care of us while she is away.

And she came back after a month. That day by the time we came back from school mom was at home. There was no sign of dad or Kistappa. Mom was looking more beautiful. She had changed a lot both in her body shape and her dressing style. She has undergone a makeover. But her body was stiff as ever except I felt like changed because of makeover. She was wearing low cut blouse and a nylon sari. She had flowers in her hair. She would have made a perfect bitch. We were happy. While my brother and sister were happy to see her, my pant was bulged looking her sexy makeover body. She had brought lots of gifts and there were several bags in the room. When I asked about them she told that her parents have gifted them. She gave some games and sweets. Then that evening I saw mom arranging several saris in the wardrobe which were much sexier.

I enjoyed the feeling that my mom is getting screwed by some old man. But at times I feel very angry as any son would have felt. But within no days I began to question myself what made my mom enjoy sex with him rather than my father. Although he has a great physique and very great shaft, I didn’t feel that is the sole reason for her to surrender because my dad who is younger than him could have done her very well. I never understood the reason why she enjoyed sex with him rather than with my father. I can say this because, she most of the times resist him before allowing my dad to fuck her but when it come to Kistappa, she never resisted but she co-operated him. If money was the only reason for her to agree to sleep with him, she would never have enjoyed it. One thing I know for surely that she enjoyed fucking him rather than my dad. Still I envy him because he got a chance which I longed for all the time. Sometimes I hate him because of what he did to my mom.

The days are moving fast. I behaved as of ignorant of their escapades. Once in a month or twice a month I will get a chance to see my mom and kistappa got involved. Another year passed away. It was moth of April. I was playing chess at the door with my brother. My dad came home suddenly as he was not expected at that time. He was silent and went to the bathroom. He refreshed himself and came and sat there. My mom gave him the coffee. He took it and after drinking it sat there silently for a few moments. Then silently told what happened. Everyone was shocked, most importantly myself. Kistappa was no more. We went to the funeral of the kistappa. After completing the cremation we returned back. And all this time my mom was silent. She didn’t speak anything nor did she cry. At that time I didn’t understood it. Later I realized that there is a kind of emptiness in her eyes. I understood that that their relation is not only physical but also emotional.

Days have passed she came to the normal. But whenever she hears his name a kind emptiness shadows her. Years later still whenever she hears his name that emptiness is still there. I could not understand still what that is. Is that love? If it is love then what is love between an old 56 year old man and a 36 year old woman called and understood. What is the kind of love between an old who has the age of her father and a woman rather than between a husband and wife. Is it dependency? Whatever it may be, no science, no psychology has the answer. Only they know what they are. But it took me a very few weeks to forget everything. But for one thing for which I felt sorry for kistappa is that from now onwards I am not going to have any feast.

Now I was again on my quest to do something with my mom. I am growing up. Her sexy dresses, which she bought when she went on a one month fucking marathon with Kisatappa was making me go mad at her. Now my father is enjoying her in those saris. I could not see their fucking sessions because they always did it silently with the lights switched off. And then a thing happened which has only added fuel to my quest. I think this is the most important event in once life which motivated me to take some action on my dream.

It happened when I was in 1st year of engineering. All our friends bunked the class. I also joined them but when I was leaving for home my friends asked me to stay back as they are having a little party at my friend’s house. When we reached their home, there was no one in the house.

Then they began to quickly fix the VCR as there was no VCD at that time. Then within minutes the room went dark and whatever was going on the screen was unimaginable for me but it is imaginable for you. I don’t want to bore you by narrating the scenes. In short I watched my first porn movie in my life. So that is the first time I learnt about sex after which we discussed a lot about sex. I came to know a lot of things about the sex. My friends were too mature than me at that time.

They had been watching those movies since eighth class. Our discussions ranged from the aunties to the beautiful girls in our town and also about the illicit affairs of the various aunties. This entire time only thing on my mind is – my mom. One of my friends told us about the aunty beside his house and how she gave him signals and how he is going to fuck her. I was laughing inside for his callousness. But after one month I came to know that I am callous and foolish. He told secretly and proudly that he has fucked the aunty and even shown authentic proof which we saw.

The next day after noon he took us to his house and asked us to stand beside the boundary wall of their house and slowly jumped to the neighbor’s house. The afternoon was silent. Since their house in the town out skirts and as it was developing then there were not much people wandering there. He went back to the aunty who was putting the clothes on the wire. Then he suddenly took a tight hold of her waist and kissed her but She didn’t resist him but said something after kissing and went inside. Then he sent us away saying that he has some work winking his eye. We understood and left.

After this incident I began to feel very inferior before him. Because I know that I laughed at him and I am feeling guilty for nothing. My desire to have my mom was increasing day by day and my fortune has knocked my door the next day.

On that day I stayed back at home with the pretext of stomach ache, as I know that my mom will sleep in the afternoon and I wanted to take the opportunity if it is possible. Now mom has no one to have sex with. At least that’s what I thought. As I had expected my mom went to sleep at one after the lunch. I was sleeping beside her. After about a half an hour I started my old technique. As usually I placed my finger and then fingers. But now I know about sex completely through porn movies. So this time I could not stop with simple fingers and I placed my entire palm on her waist. It was then I realized that what would have made kistappa to have her.

I thought every man will do anything to have her. If I was a man and not her son I would have the same thing. But I didn’t put much pressure. After five minutes I removed it and with five minutes gap I again placed my palm as lightly as possible. But after an hour I went to bath room to relieve myself. When I returned I again did the same thing. And after a few minutes I again went to bathroom. After that I did not get a chance to again place my palm as she woke up by the time I returned from the bath room. I waited for a second chance to come my way.

After that day I didn’t get any chance to enjoy my mom. But my eyes always followed her. Soon I completed my first year and again the summer holidays have started. I used to hate the summer every year but I loved it because it would relieve us from the school. But that year I hated myself more than the summer. I hated myself than ever. My summer vacation began. I knew that I will not get a chance to enjoy because my brother and sister will around and my grandmother will come to stay with us. But I was proved wrong. I got a chance to get pleasure. One day my father told us that he is going to take us to the village but my mom refused to come and even I refused to go. So finally it was decided that my brother and sister will go with him and my mother and myself will stay at home. I was very happy that I got a chance. Now the afternoons and nights will be mine for two months. There were no boundaries for happiness.

They left for the village next day. And my fingers began to savor the ecstasy for the same afternoon. But this time I dare to keep my entire palm on her waist and take it in my hand. A fear took over me. it took me a week before it became a routine for me to keep my hand on her waist in the day and night when she is asleep.

Slowly my fear was replaced by the boldness. I used to keep my palms entirely and felt that I have taker her waist. But within the next ten days I felt it boring to keep my palms touching her waist as my dick aroused and struggle in the pants before I masturbate in the washroom. I was not satisfied with my palms resting on the waist and I want more of her. I used to arouse myself by placing my hands on waist and then go to the bathroom to relieve myself. But soon I want to relieve myself by simultaneously placing my hands on the waist. And succeeded too one afternoon. I placed my hand after an half an hour of my mother’s sleep. I now never hesitated to wait. After placing the palm on her soft, beautiful, cream colored waist I opened my pant zip and took out the dick and holding it in my hand started moving it up and down. I came to know about this kind of masturbation from the porn movies. I took care not wake her up by placing my palm lightly and avoiding moment in that hand as I masturbated with the other hand.

For the first ten days I never tried to do it in the night. But on the eleventh day I wanted to try. And I tried. I succeeded. Since it is a very hot summer the life in that small town used to go to sleep by 8 or 9. And that night I was awake till 11 in the night. After confirming that my mom totally asleep which I can know by her low snoring, I moved my hand over her bare waist, as she was sleeping turning her back to me. With a little bit of hesitation I kept my hand on her smooth, cold, cream colored waist. I felt I was in heaven for a minute. Although it was my fingers resting on her waist, I could sense my dick rising like snake when angry.

Then I used to masturbate and sleep. And I used to her timings and I started keeping my palm directly as if I was her husband. I can say that it is a kind of over confidence. And I was happy with my overconfidence. But then I could not know that it is going to cost me. It was twentieth day I began to feel that I was sleeping with a women while sleeping with my mom. I felt like a husband and wife sleeping together. I lost all my inhibitions and fear. Everything was going fine but one day it happened. It was the first time I hated myself as ever as I hated. And whenever I remind of it I hate myself.

It was about 11 in the night and I as usually placed my hands on her waist. And suddenly something crept into the mind. May be it is the usual insatiable desire of man for having more. And my mind said to me why not more. And without any fear or hesitation I cured my palm around my mom’s waist. I did it so confidently as if I were her husband. I waited for a few seconds. Nothing happened. So I moved a little close towards her. Now making myself comfortable I waited for a few more seconds. Then I moved my palm slowly. I moved it onto her belly and back to the waist. Then I increased the pressure of my palm on her waist and started moving it onto her belly and to the waist. I saw no reaction from her and I thought she must be in deep sleep. Then I moved my hand to the other side of the waist. Since she was sleeping turning her back to me my hand was not moving freely slowly I managed to creep under her other side of the waist. Now her waist was pressing to my hand. I could feel her breath by the movement of her waist.

Now I was very close to her body. But unknowingly my hard dick touched her ass. The softness of her round ass gave immense pleasure. A chill went through my spine in that hot summer. I immediately got an idea and got bold. I slowly unzipped my pant with the other hand and took my dick out which stood straight. I slowly took hard waving dick towards the soft ass and placed it on her ass. Now my pleasure doubled.

I waited for a few second and by tightening my hold on her waist and my whole length of hand touching her belly and bare waist, I slowly moved my hard dick on the ass from above the sari and started masturbating on her ass. It was slow at the beginning and then slowly I increased the pressure a little bit so that I could get more pleasure and release the semen on her ass over the sari. I rubbed my hard dick to the ass till it relieved. That gave me the pleasure which I could have got if I really would have fucked her from behind in the ass.

I thought that if this was the pleasure just by keeping my dick on the ass then what be the pleasure I would get if keep it in her wet cunt? What would be the pleasure if it moves continuously in the mom’s wet cunt? This thought gave me another bulge. And as the thoughts grew I started for a second masturbation. I imagine a fantasy of fucking mom in her marriage sari like Kistappa. And I remembered the whole night she had with Kistappa. I remembered how Kistappa fucked her making her on her fours in doggy style.

Unknowingly my hip started moving the way Kistappa’s ass moved while fucking her in doggy style. And I started to give slowly strokes on her ass from above the sari. This increased my pleasure. And it happened when I was about to reach climax. If I had not done that stupid thing I would have enjoyed it for more days and never had to regret and hate myself in my life. When the tension in me was building and when I knew that I was about to cum, I remembered Kistappa’s hard strokes. I closed my eyes and without my knowledge I gave her four hard strokes as if fucking her in ass and held her tightly. My hands were pressing her big stiff boobs. And that was enough for her to wake up. she woke up at my first stroke. She tried to get up removing my hand but as I was coming on her sari above her ass I held her tightly and my whole body was stuck to her back. I realized that she woke up and fear came over and I left her. And this was the biggest blunder of my life.

She immediately got up and switched on the light when I left her. My dick was out and I saw that there was large cum on the ass crack. There was dent on her ass crack where I released cum. It was so strong that it went hit exactly in the middle of ass cheeks. I knew this because her sari was struck between them where my dick hit. My mom suddenly turned towards me and gave me a stern look and within a fraction of second she gave the slap of my life. She was yelling at me as if hysterical. She kept her hand on ass and my sticky cum had stick to her fingers. She took a cloth from the shelf and cleaned it while she continued yelling and beating me. I don’t want to repeat the words because they will make every son abhor himself and more over I am not here to preach you some morals.

My dick has lost its hardness and it forgot pleasure which it has got a few seconds back and it was still outside. After beating me for two minutes she shouted at me to put my dick back and close my zip. I did as she ordered. Then she threw me out of that room and asked me to sleep in the other room. She changed the sari immediately. I know this because she was in another sari in the morning.

From that day she never allowed me to sleep with her. She never even trusted me. However I persuaded and begged her not to tell her to the father and I will never repeat such acts. Because of the love she has for me she does not let my father know about it when he came home the next week but she never trusted me. She never allowed me to be with her again when she was alone although she behaved normally. I began to feel that I am stranger in my own house. She behaved as if I am an outside man. She used to wrap the lose end of her sari around herself when she was around me or when she is giving me food. It is for the first time I thought of suicide in my life. The mom who loved me the most now hates me. I am fit for nothing. I understood that I was wrong in my mind somewhere that since she has an illicit affair with the old man Kistappa she would also allow me. I understood one thing that day that even a prostitute will not allow her son to even behave with her sexually. I wanted to beg her but could not even dare to speak to her. My days have turned into nightmares. My entire thoughts of having her vaporized in regrets. Now my eyes have stopped exploring and ogling at her body now. I started to revere her. Now my dick never rises even watching the big mountain boobs over her sari.

One year passed and nothing happened. Nothing changed. I began to pray the god for a miracle. But the miracle happened but in a bad way. That year my mom had an appendicitis operation. This gave me chance. I served like a son. And I regained her confidence. I believe she forgave me. We became close again. I too never thought of her in sexual way. Even when I touched her waist or sometimes her breast came into my contact I didn’t feel any sexual arousal. May be this is what called a son’s affection for the mother. We were again in the normal mother son relation. She was back to home. This was the greatest movement of happiness in my life. The moment I felt that she forgave me. Another year passed by and it was the summer vacation.

That year I decided to visit my village alone as my brother was at home since he sat for the 7th board exams as they will be conducted lately in the month of May. So I lonely went to my village along with my dad. It was after 8 years I went to the village. I was received by my grandmother with love since she saw me after three years. Everyone in the village came to see me except my dad’s younger brother and his wife because they were out on the work in the field. A few of the village boys who have played with me when I was a k** came to see me. I went out with them in to the village for a round up of the village.

After a lot of village fun I came back in the evening. I refreshed myself and sat for the dinner. In the villages people take dinner at around 7 or 8 in the evening after which they used to sit outside and enjoy chatting as c***dren playing the hide and seek. While elders indulge themselves talking about their glorious past after a long hard work on the fields, women discuss about the other women and their precious belongings.

When I was about to start my dinner, I saw a dark silhouette at the door. In those days the power in those villages used to be very dim. It walked towards me and when it came a little bit near to me I recognized that it was a woman. She entered the kitchen where I was sitting and she was smiling at me. I hope she is in her early thirties, almost same as of my mom’s age. She is 5’4’’. It took me a moment to recognize her. She is my father’s younger brother’s wife. She asked my well-being and she gave me the curry which she brought for me. After speaking till I ate my dinner. She said she will leave as she has to cook for dinner for her husband. After completing my dinner I came out to rest under the neem tree. I spread the mat under the tree and made myself comfortable. I went into deep thought.

I came into this world with the call of the uncle, my dad’s younger brother. He came to me and asked me if I had dinner. Then we discussed various matters for some time and he left when my dad returned from farm. They discussed for some time and left for having dinner. I think it was about 6 in the morning when a cold breeze of the neem tree gave me a wake-up call. I searched for the blanket but there was none. The cold didn’t allow me to sleep. My grandmother has already left for household chores and dad for the farm. I can hear the water splashing and motor running at a distance which was supplying water to the field.

I got up rubbing my eyes as I squinted looking around. The moon has reached its abode. I turned to see the fields which were green. In the distance I could see a silhouette covering the early dawning sun .The green colored rice plantation was looking more beautiful with the red colored sun rays touching it. I felt that it is the most beautiful scenery. But the next moment I saw very beautiful scenery than this. She was a little distant from me but I could see her clearly. The suns very early, first rays, light orange in color were reaching her light black waist. The water flowing from the pot, were passing from her shoulder through her waist, due to which it was shining.

Due to the weight of the pot on one shoulder she was moving sideways due to which her waist was expanding and contracting creating a fold in the waist. As she was reaching me to pass through me to their house, I Could see it more clearly. The only thing which came to my mind then was to get up and go straight to her and drink water which was flowing from her waist by licking it with my mouth and tongue. May be this is due to the movies.

As she is coming near to me I changed my eye direction. When she came near to me she smiled at me and asked me why I wake up so early. I gave back a smile and said the sleep was gone. She passed me. Now again sa