Indian widow Mothers Hero Part 2
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Now alone, Madhav couldn't believe what had happened. The events of the day all seemed to mesh into one outrageous orgasm of emotions. First there had been happiness at his homecoming, then rage at Ramesh, then humiliation of being aroused by his mother. Next had come the hot, steaming stimulation that it had lured both of them into an act so vile and depraved, he still couldn't believe it had happened. How would all this change their life, he wondered? He didn't know, but he did know it would change them, for better or worse. Without a shadow of doubt, it would change their life.
Trying to sort out his feelings, he realized that his feelings for his mother had irreversibly changed. He felt much more protective of her now. He had never seen her as vulnerable and hurt as when he had barged in on her and Ramesh. He vowed to himself that he would never let anything like that ever happen to her again. He loved her more deeply than he could ever have imagined. He still loved her as his mother. But now it was different. Now there were other emotions involved. Now he also loved her as a woman. A woman and lover. His newly developed affection for her was so deep and strong, he wished that he could take her for his wife. Take her and live out his life loving and caring for her.
Why not? Maybe, just maybe, he thought as a tiny germ of an idea blossomed in his imagination.
Putting aside everything else, he pictured his mother in all her naked innocence, though he was yet to see her nude. As the image of her naked body danced through his head, he felt a quiver of excitement tickle through his cock. Reaching under the cover, he wrapped his hand around the germinating erection and began to roughly stroke it. It only took a few seconds of this to bring it to full hardness as he thought indecent thoughts of his mother.
"Oh, I wasn't enough for you?" she laughed, slipping into his room unannounced and catching him in the act.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he blushed, "I didn't hear you coming."
"That's okay," she smiled.
"I was just thinking about you and how beautiful you are. I just started getting hard," he said, still a little self-conscious, "so I just thought I would help it along."
"Can I see?" she asked, leaning over.
"Of course," he bubbled throwing back the covers to reveal his rock-hard cock and reaching up to pull her down to him all in the same motion.
Staring into the deep warmth of her black eyes, he tenderly pressed his lips to her, kissing her so softly, it was like the wings of a butterfly brushing across her lips. He did not know how to kiss, but she taught him. And soon they were kissing open mouthed with Sarita taking the lead and drawing out her son’s saliva with her lips.
"This is what love is supposed to be," she moaned softly as he released her, "I don't know if I can live without it."
"Me, either," he said emphatically.
"How did all this happen so fast?" she mewed. "I still can't believe it."
"I don't really understand, but," he paused, gently caressing the silky softness of her hair, "I don't want to stop, Amma, I want more, I want to"
"Oh, My Love, I know what you want, you want to make love to me, but, I don’t know, if I should," she mumbled.
"But, Mother," Madhav protested.
"Stop," she told him, "Stop, for just a while, come to the hall, let us have dinner, you should be hungry, We can worry about that later."
"But, I," he started to say but found his mother's fingers on his lips blocking any further conversation.
"NO MADHAV" she commanded him, "Or, I'll give you nicely from me”
"What," Madhav laughed out loud, "Great, Amma, Best one yet. Now you are acting as I am k**”
“You are in spite of this, my k**” she teased holding his penis. “And my man”
They stared into each other's eyes for several long, poignant moments.
"God, I love you so much," Madhav murmured.
"I love you, too," she whispered. Then, she shook her head to try and break the passion of the moment.
He went to the hall and Sarita closed the door “I am a mess, let me dress” she smiled at him.
She removed her torn blouse and petticoat staring at her still lush body, wondering if her son would really find her attractive. She pulled on one of her old nigh gowns which she used to wear for her husband years back on “those days”. It was sheer pink and covered her fro neck to feet, but it showed her black brassier and panties clearly. Hope he likes it Sarita thought as she washed her face and applied light make-up. She brushed her hair and wore a light perfume.
Madhav's eyes popped as she came to the hall “Oh Amma, you look so, so great, I never”
She smiled “You have not seen it, I know, glad you liked it, now sit down, and let me serve you”
He suddenly realized he was starving. She served him the Rice and Chicken curry and he dug in.
"Wow, Amma, it so good, I missed your cooking, your are the best”
"Just eat," she laughed, pouring him a glass of hot Horlicks.
They hungrily devoured the food.
"Wow, I didn't realize how hungry I was," Madhav said, rubbing his stomach appreciatively, "and I had forgotten what a good cook you were."
"You flatterer" she said modestly as she cleared the dishes
"No Amma, really, it is so nice after that hostel food, loved the chicken" he praised her.
"Well, thanks, I love cooking for you darling" she said as she came back to the hall. “I love cooking for my Madhu” she took his hands and kissed his fingers. He pulled her to her and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and then her quivering lips.
He went on kissing her and she adoringly ran her hand up his thigh, stopping just short of his drooping cock.
"This is nice," she said softly, "I can't believe that we're doing it, but it's actually beginning to feel natural and very good” she turned off the lights “Now come with your mother to her bed room” she said huskily.
"Yes Amma”
Hand in hand mother and son went to the mother’s bed room each thinking of the possibilities, the limits to which their i****tual love would take them.
Inside as her son kissed her Sarita knew that she will have to take the lead here. She slowly pushed him away as he was trying to touch her bosom.
"I have seen your manhood, and I am sure you want to see your Amma now…. Nude and ready for you…. why don’t you let me undress my love” she asked.
Madhav nodded and stepped back and sat on the bed.
Sarita unbuttoned her gown and saw her son eager eyes taking in her nudity as it emerged. She came near him as she peeled off her gown.
Madhav stared all over her sexy body. “Oh Amma” he sighed as she stood before him and slowly moved closer and her fleshy belly and deep navel were inches in front of her young son. “You are so sexy” he murmured as Sarita hugged his face to her belly.
Madhav loved it the feeling of her soft flesh, the generous spread and slight protrusion, the faint birth marks… the deep navel. He kissed her and by instinct licked her, seeing how she groaned in appreciation he licked her again.
“Oh Madhu, Madhu my son” Sarita murmured as she felt his hands cupping her buttocks. ‘Let Amma show you everything my love” she whispered.
Madhav released her and Sarita moved back unclasping her brassier and then bending down and removing her panties gracefully. She was naked.
Madhav could but stare. He had never seen her naked before today, and he could feel his juices already rebuilding down inside his big balls as he openly gaped at her with open admiration. Although she was forty-one, she possessed an ageless beauty.
Her large, pendent breasts, perfectly shaped for their astonishing size still maintained some of their previous pertness. They were marvels of nature. Big, creamy melons with large, circular cups of dark brown flesh tipping each of them were tipped with big, bulging nipples. Watching them bounce and wiggle seductively with each step she took, Madhav found himself recall a day in his youth.
He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He had been fascinated by the size of her breasts even back then. So one day he had gone through her chest of drawers in search for a brassiere. Prowling through her lingerie, he had found a pretty one with big lace-trimmed cups. He had been perversely excited as he had breathlessly held the lacy brassiere in his small, shaking hands. As he held it, he knew that her big tits had actually been in the bra and it made him instantly hard. He had known that the cups seemed large, but he didn't really comprehend what the 36DD on the tag meant. That is until now.
Below her mountainous tits, her smooth fleshy belly flared into her wide hips. Her deep navel adorned her sexy belly. Her waist was overshadowed by her breasts making them seem even larger than they actually were. Then, as she turned deliberately he saw her delightful buttocks. It was full, firm, and shaped like a smooth, pink upside down heart. It was beautiful, sexy, the rounded perfection of her ass. All of these were complimented by smooth fleshy thighs, and shapely legs, and that moved with fluid grace as she walked towards him.
“Madhav” she called twice before he broke of his trance “What happened, are you unhappy, am I too fat” she asked with concern
“Oh no Amma, you are so great, even more lovely than I ever imagined… I am so lucky” he stood up.
“Oh Madhu, I am the lucky one to have a fine young man like you as my son, and as my love, take off and let me see you” she asked coming near him.
Madhav removed his shorts and his cock sprang up. This time he did not hide it from his mother his lover.
“Ready again, my darling aren’t you? Sarita sighed marveling at her son huge manhood “Do you know how handsome you are my son,” Sarita said coming near as her nipples touched her son and his penis touched her belly both of them wincing at the touch. “And with this lovely penis, you can make your mother very happy”. Madhav groaned at her touch and the promise in her words.
His hands went around her pulling his mother on to his body, mother and son embraced nakedly feeling the warmth of each other. Sarita felt the taut hardness and muscles of her son, he was hard, and lean and so strong she thought. His eager lips found hers and she pushed him to the bed.
He lied down and his mother came into his arms “I am yours Madhu” she smiled kissing him again. His hands roamed her back and rested on her buttocks. He squeezed and she smiled at him “like them”. He nodded. She kissed him again and slowly moved down his body “let Amma love her Monu” she murmured kissing his neck and moving down to his slightly hair chest her fingers teased his small nipples and as she started teasing and sucking them Madhav squirmed and sighed.
Sarita marveled at his body, the hardness of his chest and the manly smell emanating from him as she moved down kissing his belly and then skipping his throbbing penis she went to is muscular thighs. Madhav was experiencing the love of a woman for the first time and swimming is a sea of eroticism, he groaned as his mother sucked on his inner thighs. He looked down and their eyes met.
Looking into his eyes Sarita moved up “May I” she murmured taking his cock in her hands. “Oh Amma” is all that the eager young man could say as his sexy mother moved up his legs “Did you like my mouth on your penis Madhu” she cooed. Madhav nodded eagerly.
Sarita was eager to love this lovely specimen of manhood, she peeled back his foreskin and stroked him and still looking into his eyes she opened her mouth and traced her lips over his balls and up his penis. She saw him shiver with lust and pleasure, and this made her lick him wantonly. Sarita opened her lips and took her sons cock inside and started sucking him, her tongue rubbed the underside of his manhood as she bobbed her head.
Madhav could not believe such pleasure existed. He groaned and twisted on the bed his hands caressing his mothers hair as she made oral love to his manhood. He knew he will not last long with this kind of ministrations, and the way his breathing quickened his mother also sensed it. She slowly released him and moved up.
“Not so soon Madhu” she smiled at him as she hovered over him her breast dangling down. “Oh Amma, you are so good” , his hands caressed her breasts, as he marveled at their size and softness
“Like them darling” his mother asked moving further up as he tentatively touched her erect brown nipples and caressed her areola.
‘Yes Amma, they are the best, actually much bigger than I thought” he squeezed “And so soft”
Sarita murmured “Love them baby” and held on the hear board of her bed and lowered her boobs to her sons face, the dangled tantalizingly and by Madhav buried his face in them. Sarita held still as her eager son caught her left breast and started kissing and licking it all over, he was mad with desire she realized.
Madhav was ecstatic,… his mothers breasts we so sexy, kissing them gave him pleasure beyond dreams he wanted more and tried to capture her nipples. Sarita realized what he wanted and said “Let me lie down dear”
She lied down her body hot a eager for love as her son came over her, she held her breast and said “Come baby’
Madhav’s lips closed over his mothers nipples and he was in heaven, he sucked and suckled as his moaning mother caressed his head, calling him sweet names. Mother and son were caught in an ocean of lust.
Madhav moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, his other hands caressing the other breast with love and passion.
Finally Sarita murmured “Monu, Madhu” he looked up “Yes Amma’ his face was wet and flushed. “I love you, I love them”
She laughed “Oh Madhu you are so good to me, and they are yours I will not take them away from you”
He kissed her cleavage and then her lips. “Oh Amma’. He got up and placed his hands on her thighs, stroking her. He bent down and kissed her belly as his hands moved down tentatively. He looked at his mother.
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