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I am the man of the house
I never thought I would treat my mother Indira
as a woman until the day she made me realise I
am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad
died leaving me and my mother everything he
could leave. As a result we have a house and
some good cash in the bank. I am a state
government employee earning a high salary. All
my life I have been reckless when it came to
handling house chores. I never bothered about
them. I had my dad to take care of outside
activities and my mother, inside the home.
So I literally lived a no-responsibility life.
So when my dad left us, I guess mom had to do
all the work. She might have coped well
probably for a month or so as she never
complained. But one day, she just bursted on
me. She cursed me I am irresponsible and a
no-good wonderer and this and that. She told
me that I am the man of the house and I should
take care of all the activities my dad used to
do to the household. I felt bad for mom and
from then on I started looking into household
activities.
I got into this household activity groove
pretty quickly as I was taking care of all the
outside activities and mom never complained
again. Every thing was going well. Well at
least until I realised mom is also a woman. I
still remember that day. I came early from
work and since mom didn't open the door for
me, I used the key to get in. I heard the
showering noise from our bathroom so I went to
my room to lay all my stuff. The shower noise
stopped and heard mom go into her room. I
walked out of my room and strolled towards our
lounge passing mother's room. The door was not
closed properly so I took a casual look. There
is mom in her wet petticoat tied around her
waist and naked on the top. I might have seen
her naked titties before but never saw her in
that position. She looked beautiful and
voluptuous! Mom is an average plumpy lady. Her
big boobs are bit saggy and her waist is a bit
broad. Her shape is common among most
housewives in India. Her sexiness was more
displayed with her wet petticoat clinging onto
her buttocks and her body is moist with some
after shower sweat.
I quickly turned and walked away before my
mother could notice and after few minutes I
yelled making my presence known. Mother
acknowledged and we had a usual talk.
After that sexy scene of my mother, I always
visualised her half naked and with petticoat
every time I saw her. My attraction towards
her grew day by day and I started finding
opportunities to peek on her naked flesh. I
even started masturbating thinking about her.
It was at this instant, I realised dad had
left me another thing other than the house and
cash. It was my mother and her lovely body.
The best of all inheritances.
One evening we got a tamil movie on video and
watched it. It was a low budget movie on
extramarital affairs. It was low budget but
the scenes were HOT! They never showed naked
bodies but they were kissing the blouse
covered breasts and lifting the saree and
putting their hands inside! We both were very
excited. I could notice mother breathing
heavily and I could feel her HEAT! After the
movie, we just discussed a little about it and
went to our rooms for a much needed
masturbation. Even after relieving myself a
couple of times, I could not sleep. I felt
frustrated thinking about the movie and my
mother. I decided I had to do something.
I sought of got an idea that since I am the
man of the house, sex should also come with
the standard package. I need to satisfy the
woman of the house sexually and she should
satisfy me. That's the only thing I have not
been doing from my dad's household
activities....taking care of his woman. I also
knew that the woman is also my mother and she
will not accept me as her sex partner. I
somehow had to convince her that I am willing
to fill her when she needs a fill and I am
sure she will not accept it if I propose to
her. So the best thing would be to force her
the first time. Once she gets laid forcibly,
she will accept the situation and allow me to
be her lover. The idea, as I was thinking,
shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as
I felt it acknowledging my thoughts.
I slowly got out of my room and walked to my
mom's room. The door is closed but not locked.
I pushed the door and went into her room.
There she is, sleeping on her back with her
face facing away from me. Her loose end of the
saree has crumpled up covering only one blouse
covered breast. Her other breast is fighting
very hard to come out of the blouse. Her
blouse hooks are tight and barely holding on
the blouse. Her bare stomach is beautiful and
moving up and down slowly to her breathing
rhythm. Her legs were held together and here
saree on her is twisted everywhere but fully
covered. She is sleeping on a single bed as
she gave me their double bed after my dad
died. I sat down near her and put my one hand
on her breast. It was soft and the nipple was
hard. I slowly begun to squeeze her breast
with my hand. Her nipple became erect and a
low moan released from her mouth. She didn't
open her eyes but it seems that the movie had
a good impact with her. I became bold and
begun to squeeze the second breast with my
hand. I slowly removed the saree from the top
of her and remove the saree fold near her
navel.
Then I removed her saree below her body. She
was gorgeous in her petticoat and blouse. I
slowly raised her petticoat and glanced her
pussy covered with a thick black bush. I
slowly put one of my hand and hold the entire
bush in my hand and caressed her pussy. I have
parted the hairs and found the pathway and
twisted the clit with my two fingers. My
mother was in an excited state and she opened
her eyes. But it was too late for her to stop
me. I lay on her holding her right breast with
my right hand and pressed her legs with my
legs and kissed her in lips. It was not just a
kiss, a very passionate tongue twisting, lip
biting french kiss.
I hold her lips under my lips for more than
five minutes. She was not co-operated but she
was shocked, at the same time she was not in
her control too. Now I became bolder and, I
tried unhooking her blouse hooks but they are
more a struggle than I expected. So I just
pulled the blouse holding the inside of the
blouse. Since the hooks were already tight,
they just came off snapping and I could hear
my mother moan more for every snap of a hook.
I had to pull hard to snap the last hook but
with that force the two end of her blouse
hurled away revealing her big breasts. Her
tits drooping on either end of her body. Then
I untied the lace of her petticoat and remove
it under her thighs.
That was the instant I felt the best in my
life. My mother under me, naked and on bed. I
looked at those breasts whose nakedness has
fed me when I was a c***d and also prompted me
to lust for my mother when I am a grownup. I
slowly bent myself to take one of her nipple
into my mouth. Mother closed her eyes ,
moaned, but did nothing. I licked, and sucked
both the breasts. It was a great experience
preying on my dear old mother's wonderful and
juicy breasts. I started enjoying her naked
body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful
body everywhere I could and it was great. Then
I finally turn my vision to the spot between
her legs. The spot where I came to this world
and where I can fulfil my lust to make myself
a man to my mother. I used my legs to part her
legs by pushing them outward and set myself
comfortably between her legs. Mother though
did not put any pressure. She just laid there
with her head turned to one side and her eyes
closed.
I ran my free hand over her mound and
inserting my index finger into her vagina. Her
vagina is still dry as I started finger-
fucking her. It didn't take long before I
could feel her juices oozing out as I
increased my rhythm. I kept finger fucking her
for a while before I decided she is ready for
the ultimate reunion. Still holding her hands
above her head, I leaned on her body so I was
covering her body with mine. With my free hand
I felt between us, took my cock, and began to
guide it towards her cunt. As I reached her
entrance I paused and touched her entrance my
tip of the cock. I felt shivers along my spine
as I unioned with my part of my mother's flesh
with her flesh again. That was the time I
contemplated the sin I am committing. I will
be committing i****t with my mother and a new
type of bond between us. I am entering her
cunt where there is no return. I could not
wait any longer as I pushed forward. My dick
entered her cunt. I pushed even harder. I
heard my mother gasp, and cry a little, as I
pushed inside her completely. I then held
there, for a while enjoying my sexual union
with my mother. I let go her hands to balance
myself for a long fuck. Mom didn't even move
the hands as she might have thought its all
over for her. She is being ravaged
nevertheless.
I withdrew my dick a bit and pushed forward
again. Mother stayed still. I drew back again
this time to be out of her and thrust back
again. Mother gasped. Then I settled to a
steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted.
FUCKING MY OWN MOTHER! My cock was inside her
vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the
same cunt my father has used to quench his
lust and flooded it with his sperm to create
me. I finally managed to spread the same legs
my father has spread on the same bed. Finally
I managed to MAKE THE SAME WOMAN MY DAD MADE
AS WOMAN OF THE HOUSE. I am squeezing the same
breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to
feed me as a baby. I am enjoying the same body
I shared when I took shape in her. I am
reaching the same inside of my mother where I
was spawned. I am kissing the mouth that had
given me guidance, sweared on me and
encouraged me.
It felt great, that I am using the same woman
that loved me motherly to love me sexually. I
am showing my gratitude towards her upbringing
by ravishing her cunt with my dick. After few
more strokes, I felt my balls exploding gobs
of semen I have been storing for her. I humped
on to her vigorously before I came. I could
not help stop but gasp as I shot my wad into
her. I could feel my semen flooding mother's
vagina as I reached my climax. Our sexual act
is complete as I laid on my wonderful mother
fulfilled and gasping for my breath. I could
hear my mother too is breathing hard. Our
naked bodies still connected together with my
chest firmly pressing her naked breasts. My
cock by now started getting limp but still
inside her transferring the last remains of my
semen. Mother still said nothing and laid the
position. I didn't have enough guts to look at
her face. We both made no moves to untangle as
my exhaustion slipped me into deep sleep.
The next morning when I got up, mother is not
seen anywhere. I was still lying naked on my
bed. My sarong is still on the floor but no
signs of my mother's clothes. For a moment I
thought it might have been a dream and started
looking for some evidence on the bed. I found
some long strands of my mother's hair on the
pillow beside mine. I got little assured and
looked for some sex-liquid stains on the
blanket. I did see three dried stains where
the cloth was stiff. I had a chill running
through my spine as I realised its not a
dream. I felt a lot a guilt. I could not find
enough guts to walk outside my room. I stayed
there as long as I could. Good it was a
Sunday. After few hours my mother knocked on
the door to get me up as it is approaching
noon. It was after her call, I had a bit of my
confidence back in me. I quickly went into the
bathroom for my morning chores. I tried to
avoid my mother for another half an hour or so
until she called me to eat my lunch. That day
has been a horrible day for both of us. We
never talked. In fact the silence continued
for a few more days. Good thing I have a job
to go to otherwise I would have become mad
with her silence. During these hostile days my
mother visited our neighbours and nearby
relatives quite a lot. Possibly just to be
away from me I guess. After threes days of
constant silence I decided I have to put an
end to this.
After our dinner on Thursday, I told her I am
Sorry and never meant to hurt her! She just
said its OK but after few seconds, she just
burst into tears. I felt very bad. It took two
more days to get back to normal. The normalcy
of our mother-son physical contact never
returned though! She always tried to stay
farther from me and locked her room when she
changed or went to sleep. We continued with
our lives that way. Another Two weeks after
things got normal, my mother went to a movie
with her friends. I knew she was going to a
movie because she asked me some money for the
movie as I was going on a two day trip to a
nearby village on work. When I got back the
following day from my trip, things were
different at home. My mother got dressed
beautifully in a very nice saree and she had
flowers in her hair. Normally widows never
wear flowers in their hair. She is also seemed
to be in a good mood. I was happy but also
shocked to see her that way. There was a lot
of contrast between the mother I left for my
trip and the mother I am looking at right now.
She also received me well, and asked a lot
about my trip. Slowly I also lost my hostility
and interacted with her freely. I was glad mom
is back to normal. After the dinner she
insisted me to take shower and go to my room.
I reluctantly had my shower and went back to
my room. Then my mother ordered me not to come
out of the room and lay on the bed. I tried to
refuse saying I am not sleepy yet but she
screamed at me to do as she says. I didn't
wanted to upset my mother again. So I went to
bed half-hearted. Few minutes later I heard my
room door open only to see my mother well
dressed in a yellow saree with a glass of milk
in my hand. I was shocked to see her that way.
She is all dressed up and reminded me of a
bride. Normally the newly-wed brides enter the
room that way with a glass of milk. For a
moment I thought it can't be!!! I could not
believe my eyes! I also thought it might be a
prank trying to get back at me for r****g her.
As she entered she locked the bedroom door,
came to me and handed to glass of milk. I took
it politely and drank the milk. She then told
me "Your mother is now ready to become your
woman if you wish to do so!" I was shocked to
hear it! I also need to confess how much those
words have caused a twitch in my cock. I could
not believe my own mother is inviting me to
fuck her! It took me few minutes to get my
thoughts back on track as I could see my
mother still waiting before me for an answer.
I didn't know what to do at that moment. My
mother is looking like an elderly woman just
married. She is proposing me to take her as my
woman and my dick is throbbing for her pussy.
I could not do anything but to say "YES! YES!"
lifting myself from the bed to hug my mother.
We had a passionate kiss as we moved on to our
bed. This time we both were subtle and
exploring in our lovemaking session as I
opened my mother's blouse to enjoy her juicy
breast amidst my mother's moans which I never
expected I will hear from my mother. She
didn't wear any underwear so I just lifted her
saree to her waist to get access to her now
wet cunt rather than removing her saree.
This time the sex was devine. As if I am
making love to my woman. Until I looked at her
face I never realised I am fucking my own
mother. I felt as if I am fucking Rati, the
love godess, herself. That's why I think they
have invented the saying 'Cover the face and
fuck the base!' I could also feel my mother's
enjoyment of sex. The moans, the humps, and
the juices. I am seeing and feeling the other
side of my mother whom I never saw before.
Before I realised I am fucking my mother as my
woman, I already started squirting my semen
into her wet cunt for the second time.
After our juicy fuck session we just laid on
the bed caressing each other. Our physical
bond between our legs is now free but neither
of us bothered to set our clothes back to
normal. My mother is still open breasted with
her blouse hanging from her shoulders and her
saree still lifted up to her thighs. We both
were lying on our sides facing each other. It
was then, we talked. Mother said "Are you
happy now?" I said "More than ever! I love you
mom!" Mom said "I love you too son! From today
I am your woman too! You should call me INDIRA
when we are alone. You can have my body too
when ever you want!"
I said "Thanks INDIRA! Sorry if I have hurt
you before! I think you a very sexy woman and
wanted to be close to you that way too!" She
said "Its alright! I was in shock to know my
son lusted for me and you let me know that in
a violent way" She continued "It was only
yesterday I figured I will take our
relationship to new heights! I felt very
lonely! I realised I will be like that forever
if I don't do something! Even though it was
weird for me to know that you are lusting for
me I finally could accept it as an another
form of love towards me! I even felt proud
that I am turning you on! That's why I decided
I will let you have my body! You already ****d
me and entered me where you are forbidden to
enter! I have lost my KARPU (chastity) by you
and I have nothing more to loose! If I accept
the situation I will be gaining than loosing!
That's why I proposed!"
I said "indira, my beloved, I am happy for
your proposal and I am also sorry I had to
take you through the **** ordeal! I did not
mean to hurt you!" Mom said smiling "I know
you didn't! That's why I arranged this first
night" and kissed me on the lips as I
reciprocated. After the kiss she said "Do you
know I am wearing the same saree in which I
married your father? We also had our first
night in the same saree too!" I was so excited
as I looked at her saree. "You mean you are
wearing the same saree my father fucked you
the first time?" "Yes! This is the same saree
in which your daddy took my cherry! Now I am
wearing it to celebrate my first night with my
son" Mother replied. "That's great Mom!" I
exclaimed.
I couldn't believe it! I touched and felt the
saree again. I couldn't believe I fucked my
mother in her marriage dress. Indira, my
lovely mother, let me fuck her in the same
saree her husband fucked her for the first
time. I felt I am the luckiest son on the
earth! I could not wait any longer as I moved
onto my mother again for an another session to
show my gratitude towards her. Since then our
relationship has turned into a mother-son
relationship with an extra bond between our
legs. Mother moved into my room which used to
be her room when dad was alive. We still left
the bed in her room intact in case if somebody
gets curious. We are just mother and son when
anybody is around us. On a normal day she is
my mother by day and my woman by night. Well
almost a mother by day. Except for the days
our relations and friends visit us we always
slept together.
Sometimes mother used normal mother-son
relationship to get us sleeping together. When
we have too many guests mother used to arrange
a bed for us in the bunker we have at the back
of the house saying we can adjust! Little they
know that a mother and son can sleep together
with their genitals locked! Mother used to
dress like a wife awaiting her husband's
return from work. It was always great to see
my mother waiting for me well dressed with
flowers in her head when I return home from
work. She became a wife to me and I am her
husband. I am Rama to my mother Indira. Now a
days she also compares my style of fucking her
to my fathers. She tells me I fuck her in
different positions which my dad never did.
Few months later, at 43, my mother Indira got
pregnant again. This time with my baby. Her
son's baby. I am happy I knocked my dear old
mother. My mother is happy that she still got
her husband's gene pool in her stomach. We
moved from our home town to a distant town, to
keep certain thinks secret. The people in our
new place thought that my mother conceived
with my father's semen and later on he died.
But we only knew that My semen has taken shape
in my mother's womb. Our baby is due in six
months.
I never thought I would treat my mother Indira
as a woman until the day she made me realise I
am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad
died leaving me and my mother everything he
could leave. As a result we have a house and
some good cash in the bank. I am a state
government employee earning a high salary. All
my life I have been reckless when it came to
handling house chores. I never bothered about
them. I had my dad to take care of outside
activities and my mother, inside the home.
So I literally lived a no-responsibility life.
So when my dad left us, I guess mom had to do
all the work. She might have coped well
probably for a month or so as she never
complained. But one day, she just bursted on
me. She cursed me I am irresponsible and a
no-good wonderer and this and that. She told
me that I am the man of the house and I should
take care of all the activities my dad used to
do to the household. I felt bad for mom and
from then on I started looking into household
activities.
I got into this household activity groove
pretty quickly as I was taking care of all the
outside activities and mom never complained
again. Every thing was going well. Well at
least until I realised mom is also a woman. I
still remember that day. I came early from
work and since mom didn't open the door for
me, I used the key to get in. I heard the
showering noise from our bathroom so I went to
my room to lay all my stuff. The shower noise
stopped and heard mom go into her room. I
walked out of my room and strolled towards our
lounge passing mother's room. The door was not
closed properly so I took a casual look. There
is mom in her wet petticoat tied around her
waist and naked on the top. I might have seen
her naked titties before but never saw her in
that position. She looked beautiful and
voluptuous! Mom is an average plumpy lady. Her
big boobs are bit saggy and her waist is a bit
broad. Her shape is common among most
housewives in India. Her sexiness was more
displayed with her wet petticoat clinging onto
her buttocks and her body is moist with some
after shower sweat.
I quickly turned and walked away before my
mother could notice and after few minutes I
yelled making my presence known. Mother
acknowledged and we had a usual talk.
After that sexy scene of my mother, I always
visualised her half naked and with petticoat
every time I saw her. My attraction towards
her grew day by day and I started finding
opportunities to peek on her naked flesh. I
even started masturbating thinking about her.
It was at this instant, I realised dad had
left me another thing other than the house and
cash. It was my mother and her lovely body.
The best of all inheritances.
One evening we got a tamil movie on video and
watched it. It was a low budget movie on
extramarital affairs. It was low budget but
the scenes were HOT! They never showed naked
bodies but they were kissing the blouse
covered breasts and lifting the saree and
putting their hands inside! We both were very
excited. I could notice mother breathing
heavily and I could feel her HEAT! After the
movie, we just discussed a little about it and
went to our rooms for a much needed
masturbation. Even after relieving myself a
couple of times, I could not sleep. I felt
frustrated thinking about the movie and my
mother. I decided I had to do something.
I sought of got an idea that since I am the
man of the house, sex should also come with
the standard package. I need to satisfy the
woman of the house sexually and she should
satisfy me. That's the only thing I have not
been doing from my dad's household
activities....taking care of his woman. I also
knew that the woman is also my mother and she
will not accept me as her sex partner. I
somehow had to convince her that I am willing
to fill her when she needs a fill and I am
sure she will not accept it if I propose to
her. So the best thing would be to force her
the first time. Once she gets laid forcibly,
she will accept the situation and allow me to
be her lover. The idea, as I was thinking,
shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as
I felt it acknowledging my thoughts.
I slowly got out of my room and walked to my
mom's room. The door is closed but not locked.
I pushed the door and went into her room.
There she is, sleeping on her back with her
face facing away from me. Her loose end of the
saree has crumpled up covering only one blouse
covered breast. Her other breast is fighting
very hard to come out of the blouse. Her
blouse hooks are tight and barely holding on
the blouse. Her bare stomach is beautiful and
moving up and down slowly to her breathing
rhythm. Her legs were held together and here
saree on her is twisted everywhere but fully
covered. She is sleeping on a single bed as
she gave me their double bed after my dad
died. I sat down near her and put my one hand
on her breast. It was soft and the nipple was
hard. I slowly begun to squeeze her breast
with my hand. Her nipple became erect and a
low moan released from her mouth. She didn't
open her eyes but it seems that the movie had
a good impact with her. I became bold and
begun to squeeze the second breast with my
hand. I slowly removed the saree from the top
of her and remove the saree fold near her
navel.
Then I removed her saree below her body. She
was gorgeous in her petticoat and blouse. I
slowly raised her petticoat and glanced her
pussy covered with a thick black bush. I
slowly put one of my hand and hold the entire
bush in my hand and caressed her pussy. I have
parted the hairs and found the pathway and
twisted the clit with my two fingers. My
mother was in an excited state and she opened
her eyes. But it was too late for her to stop
me. I lay on her holding her right breast with
my right hand and pressed her legs with my
legs and kissed her in lips. It was not just a
kiss, a very passionate tongue twisting, lip
biting french kiss.
I hold her lips under my lips for more than
five minutes. She was not co-operated but she
was shocked, at the same time she was not in
her control too. Now I became bolder and, I
tried unhooking her blouse hooks but they are
more a struggle than I expected. So I just
pulled the blouse holding the inside of the
blouse. Since the hooks were already tight,
they just came off snapping and I could hear
my mother moan more for every snap of a hook.
I had to pull hard to snap the last hook but
with that force the two end of her blouse
hurled away revealing her big breasts. Her
tits drooping on either end of her body. Then
I untied the lace of her petticoat and remove
it under her thighs.
That was the instant I felt the best in my
life. My mother under me, naked and on bed. I
looked at those breasts whose nakedness has
fed me when I was a c***d and also prompted me
to lust for my mother when I am a grownup. I
slowly bent myself to take one of her nipple
into my mouth. Mother closed her eyes ,
moaned, but did nothing. I licked, and sucked
both the breasts. It was a great experience
preying on my dear old mother's wonderful and
juicy breasts. I started enjoying her naked
body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful
body everywhere I could and it was great. Then
I finally turn my vision to the spot between
her legs. The spot where I came to this world
and where I can fulfil my lust to make myself
a man to my mother. I used my legs to part her
legs by pushing them outward and set myself
comfortably between her legs. Mother though
did not put any pressure. She just laid there
with her head turned to one side and her eyes
closed.
I ran my free hand over her mound and
inserting my index finger into her vagina. Her
vagina is still dry as I started finger-
fucking her. It didn't take long before I
could feel her juices oozing out as I
increased my rhythm. I kept finger fucking her
for a while before I decided she is ready for
the ultimate reunion. Still holding her hands
above her head, I leaned on her body so I was
covering her body with mine. With my free hand
I felt between us, took my cock, and began to
guide it towards her cunt. As I reached her
entrance I paused and touched her entrance my
tip of the cock. I felt shivers along my spine
as I unioned with my part of my mother's flesh
with her flesh again. That was the time I
contemplated the sin I am committing. I will
be committing i****t with my mother and a new
type of bond between us. I am entering her
cunt where there is no return. I could not
wait any longer as I pushed forward. My dick
entered her cunt. I pushed even harder. I
heard my mother gasp, and cry a little, as I
pushed inside her completely. I then held
there, for a while enjoying my sexual union
with my mother. I let go her hands to balance
myself for a long fuck. Mom didn't even move
the hands as she might have thought its all
over for her. She is being ravaged
nevertheless.
I withdrew my dick a bit and pushed forward
again. Mother stayed still. I drew back again
this time to be out of her and thrust back
again. Mother gasped. Then I settled to a
steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted.
FUCKING MY OWN MOTHER! My cock was inside her
vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the
same cunt my father has used to quench his
lust and flooded it with his sperm to create
me. I finally managed to spread the same legs
my father has spread on the same bed. Finally
I managed to MAKE THE SAME WOMAN MY DAD MADE
AS WOMAN OF THE HOUSE. I am squeezing the same
breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to
feed me as a baby. I am enjoying the same body
I shared when I took shape in her. I am
reaching the same inside of my mother where I
was spawned. I am kissing the mouth that had
given me guidance, sweared on me and
encouraged me.
It felt great, that I am using the same woman
that loved me motherly to love me sexually. I
am showing my gratitude towards her upbringing
by ravishing her cunt with my dick. After few
more strokes, I felt my balls exploding gobs
of semen I have been storing for her. I humped
on to her vigorously before I came. I could
not help stop but gasp as I shot my wad into
her. I could feel my semen flooding mother's
vagina as I reached my climax. Our sexual act
is complete as I laid on my wonderful mother
fulfilled and gasping for my breath. I could
hear my mother too is breathing hard. Our
naked bodies still connected together with my
chest firmly pressing her naked breasts. My
cock by now started getting limp but still
inside her transferring the last remains of my
semen. Mother still said nothing and laid the
position. I didn't have enough guts to look at
her face. We both made no moves to untangle as
my exhaustion slipped me into deep sleep.
The next morning when I got up, mother is not
seen anywhere. I was still lying naked on my
bed. My sarong is still on the floor but no
signs of my mother's clothes. For a moment I
thought it might have been a dream and started
looking for some evidence on the bed. I found
some long strands of my mother's hair on the
pillow beside mine. I got little assured and
looked for some sex-liquid stains on the
blanket. I did see three dried stains where
the cloth was stiff. I had a chill running
through my spine as I realised its not a
dream. I felt a lot a guilt. I could not find
enough guts to walk outside my room. I stayed
there as long as I could. Good it was a
Sunday. After few hours my mother knocked on
the door to get me up as it is approaching
noon. It was after her call, I had a bit of my
confidence back in me. I quickly went into the
bathroom for my morning chores. I tried to
avoid my mother for another half an hour or so
until she called me to eat my lunch. That day
has been a horrible day for both of us. We
never talked. In fact the silence continued
for a few more days. Good thing I have a job
to go to otherwise I would have become mad
with her silence. During these hostile days my
mother visited our neighbours and nearby
relatives quite a lot. Possibly just to be
away from me I guess. After threes days of
constant silence I decided I have to put an
end to this.
After our dinner on Thursday, I told her I am
Sorry and never meant to hurt her! She just
said its OK but after few seconds, she just
burst into tears. I felt very bad. It took two
more days to get back to normal. The normalcy
of our mother-son physical contact never
returned though! She always tried to stay
farther from me and locked her room when she
changed or went to sleep. We continued with
our lives that way. Another Two weeks after
things got normal, my mother went to a movie
with her friends. I knew she was going to a
movie because she asked me some money for the
movie as I was going on a two day trip to a
nearby village on work. When I got back the
following day from my trip, things were
different at home. My mother got dressed
beautifully in a very nice saree and she had
flowers in her hair. Normally widows never
wear flowers in their hair. She is also seemed
to be in a good mood. I was happy but also
shocked to see her that way. There was a lot
of contrast between the mother I left for my
trip and the mother I am looking at right now.
She also received me well, and asked a lot
about my trip. Slowly I also lost my hostility
and interacted with her freely. I was glad mom
is back to normal. After the dinner she
insisted me to take shower and go to my room.
I reluctantly had my shower and went back to
my room. Then my mother ordered me not to come
out of the room and lay on the bed. I tried to
refuse saying I am not sleepy yet but she
screamed at me to do as she says. I didn't
wanted to upset my mother again. So I went to
bed half-hearted. Few minutes later I heard my
room door open only to see my mother well
dressed in a yellow saree with a glass of milk
in my hand. I was shocked to see her that way.
She is all dressed up and reminded me of a
bride. Normally the newly-wed brides enter the
room that way with a glass of milk. For a
moment I thought it can't be!!! I could not
believe my eyes! I also thought it might be a
prank trying to get back at me for r****g her.
As she entered she locked the bedroom door,
came to me and handed to glass of milk. I took
it politely and drank the milk. She then told
me "Your mother is now ready to become your
woman if you wish to do so!" I was shocked to
hear it! I also need to confess how much those
words have caused a twitch in my cock. I could
not believe my own mother is inviting me to
fuck her! It took me few minutes to get my
thoughts back on track as I could see my
mother still waiting before me for an answer.
I didn't know what to do at that moment. My
mother is looking like an elderly woman just
married. She is proposing me to take her as my
woman and my dick is throbbing for her pussy.
I could not do anything but to say "YES! YES!"
lifting myself from the bed to hug my mother.
We had a passionate kiss as we moved on to our
bed. This time we both were subtle and
exploring in our lovemaking session as I
opened my mother's blouse to enjoy her juicy
breast amidst my mother's moans which I never
expected I will hear from my mother. She
didn't wear any underwear so I just lifted her
saree to her waist to get access to her now
wet cunt rather than removing her saree.
This time the sex was devine. As if I am
making love to my woman. Until I looked at her
face I never realised I am fucking my own
mother. I felt as if I am fucking Rati, the
love godess, herself. That's why I think they
have invented the saying 'Cover the face and
fuck the base!' I could also feel my mother's
enjoyment of sex. The moans, the humps, and
the juices. I am seeing and feeling the other
side of my mother whom I never saw before.
Before I realised I am fucking my mother as my
woman, I already started squirting my semen
into her wet cunt for the second time.
After our juicy fuck session we just laid on
the bed caressing each other. Our physical
bond between our legs is now free but neither
of us bothered to set our clothes back to
normal. My mother is still open breasted with
her blouse hanging from her shoulders and her
saree still lifted up to her thighs. We both
were lying on our sides facing each other. It
was then, we talked. Mother said "Are you
happy now?" I said "More than ever! I love you
mom!" Mom said "I love you too son! From today
I am your woman too! You should call me INDIRA
when we are alone. You can have my body too
when ever you want!"
I said "Thanks INDIRA! Sorry if I have hurt
you before! I think you a very sexy woman and
wanted to be close to you that way too!" She
said "Its alright! I was in shock to know my
son lusted for me and you let me know that in
a violent way" She continued "It was only
yesterday I figured I will take our
relationship to new heights! I felt very
lonely! I realised I will be like that forever
if I don't do something! Even though it was
weird for me to know that you are lusting for
me I finally could accept it as an another
form of love towards me! I even felt proud
that I am turning you on! That's why I decided
I will let you have my body! You already ****d
me and entered me where you are forbidden to
enter! I have lost my KARPU (chastity) by you
and I have nothing more to loose! If I accept
the situation I will be gaining than loosing!
That's why I proposed!"
I said "indira, my beloved, I am happy for
your proposal and I am also sorry I had to
take you through the **** ordeal! I did not
mean to hurt you!" Mom said smiling "I know
you didn't! That's why I arranged this first
night" and kissed me on the lips as I
reciprocated. After the kiss she said "Do you
know I am wearing the same saree in which I
married your father? We also had our first
night in the same saree too!" I was so excited
as I looked at her saree. "You mean you are
wearing the same saree my father fucked you
the first time?" "Yes! This is the same saree
in which your daddy took my cherry! Now I am
wearing it to celebrate my first night with my
son" Mother replied. "That's great Mom!" I
exclaimed.
I couldn't believe it! I touched and felt the
saree again. I couldn't believe I fucked my
mother in her marriage dress. Indira, my
lovely mother, let me fuck her in the same
saree her husband fucked her for the first
time. I felt I am the luckiest son on the
earth! I could not wait any longer as I moved
onto my mother again for an another session to
show my gratitude towards her. Since then our
relationship has turned into a mother-son
relationship with an extra bond between our
legs. Mother moved into my room which used to
be her room when dad was alive. We still left
the bed in her room intact in case if somebody
gets curious. We are just mother and son when
anybody is around us. On a normal day she is
my mother by day and my woman by night. Well
almost a mother by day. Except for the days
our relations and friends visit us we always
slept together.
Sometimes mother used normal mother-son
relationship to get us sleeping together. When
we have too many guests mother used to arrange
a bed for us in the bunker we have at the back
of the house saying we can adjust! Little they
know that a mother and son can sleep together
with their genitals locked! Mother used to
dress like a wife awaiting her husband's
return from work. It was always great to see
my mother waiting for me well dressed with
flowers in her head when I return home from
work. She became a wife to me and I am her
husband. I am Rama to my mother Indira. Now a
days she also compares my style of fucking her
to my fathers. She tells me I fuck her in
different positions which my dad never did.
Few months later, at 43, my mother Indira got
pregnant again. This time with my baby. Her
son's baby. I am happy I knocked my dear old
mother. My mother is happy that she still got
her husband's gene pool in her stomach. We
moved from our home town to a distant town, to
keep certain thinks secret. The people in our
new place thought that my mother conceived
with my father's semen and later on he died.
But we only knew that My semen has taken shape
in my mother's womb. Our baby is due in six
months.
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