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My mother married my father when she was 20 and father was 30. Although there was big age deference between them initially their married life was quite satisfactory. After marriage within a year I was born. Father was working in good company here in chennai. Father used to leave morning 9:00am and used to return 7:00pm at home. As My mother was housewife she would greet him everyday when he returned from office. We would laugh, chat or play together. We used to go out in the garden, for shopping or for dinner.
As far as I remember we were quite happy family until up to two years before. After that everything changed. My father eventually falls in bad friendships. He started drinking and gambling. He started to come late from office. Initially my mother tried to change his new habits and he even listen her some times. But after he started to ignore her. After that peacefulness of our house had shattered. Every other day father would come home drunk and then would quarrel and abusing my mother. She would not say anything to him, would keep quite or some time only would answer him. Since then last two years were most painful in our life, Especially my mothers.
I turned 18 and was studying in college. Father would spend most of his salary in his bad habits, as it was difficult to my mother to run household expenses. So I started to do part-time job in one videocassette library, which would help our household expenses. My mother knew how I was working hard to keep running our house. She would appreciate and would praise me always.
I got home from college one day and found her crying in the hall. I hated seeing her like that, I had never seen her cry like that before. I sat beside her on the sofa. After a while she seemed to notice me. She put her arm over my shoulders and pulled me close. We sat there for some time, just holding each other, not moving or talking. Eventually she got up, and without explaining a thing, started making dinner. When Father came in she pasted a smile on her face. This pattern seemed to continue for a while. I'd come home and she'd be sat on the sofa, doing nothing. She wasn't always crying but often her eyes were puffy and red so I knew that she had been. I'd make her a cup of tea and after she had drunk it we would normally hug for a while but she'd never speak.
Mother never answered my question but somehow I knew it was Father who was making her like she was. He seemed to be sapping her energy. He had started staying out late and often come home smelling of drink and talking incoherently. One time I tried to ask her what the problem was. She looked into my eyes and once more started to cry. The tears ran down her cheeks. I looked down; I couldn't bear to see her face like that. Pallu of her sari was fall on her thighs revealing her blouse. Her Mangalsutra was hanging between her breasts. I stared at her Mangalsutra in the light then noticed that her tears were dripping onto her blouse and making small see-through pools on the material.
This held my attention completely; I was even able to see her nipples clearly, as She wasn't wearing any bra underneath. I don't know I had ever really noticed my mother as a woman before but I remember clearly the sight of her nipples in the wet fabric and that afternoon changed how I thought about her for ever. Nipples, breasts! God, how my eighteen-year-old body yearned to see them, to touch them, to squeeze them, to explore them. I was still found breasts fascinating and here I was, staring at my own mother's breast as it was slowly revealed to my sight. My sex life was already active at that time.
I used to talk with my friends about sex. We used to see some porno magazines secretly. One of the reasons I got job in this video library was that we used to rent blue films cassette from there. I started to fantasies about my mother then, What she looks like without cloths or how it would be to suck those big breasts of my mother or to fuck her. After that it was daily routine to go to the toilet and toss myself off thinking about her. Sure I felt guilty that I was using my Mother's image to get myself off, but as I look back now I realise that that guilt was what made my pleasure all the more bitter-sweet.
While all this had been happening, my mother had been getting more and more unhappy. Father was gone far away to be changed so I felt I had to find a way to cheer her up, but what could I possibly do?
The turning point was the night that woke me up suddenly. It was around midnight. Something had woken me. I heard noises from my parent's room. I got up to investigate and when I looked in my percent's room my mother was sitting up in bed, gently sobbing. Father was fast asleep beside her and so I went to comfort her and kind of stood beside her awkwardly and held her. Mother looked up at me and hugged me to her tightly. We stayed like that for a few moments then I noticed the sensation of her tits against my stomach as I hugged her. I could even feel the nipples through the sheer fabric of blouse.
To my horror, my cock began to rise and pressed against her stomach. I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but my mother hugged me to her tightly as though she never wanted me to go. If she noticed my hard-on she didn't show it, but the moment I felt her grip relax I pulled away and went back to my room. Father, had not stirred once during this embrace.
I went back to the room and lay there unable to sleep. I was too worried about Mother. I figured that things must be pretty bad if it was keeping her awake. I must have been holding my cock to comfort myself because I realised I had an urgent need down there. I began to jerk myself silently. Images of Mother, her breasts and my hard cock against her soft stomach came to mind and I came explosively, forcing myself not to moan.
Neither of us spoke about the incident the next morning. Father was around but even when he had gone it seemed somehow inappropriate to say anything. as I was out to go to college mother came to close the door and said,
"Thanks Raja, to comforting me last night. You were there when I needed you." And before closing the door she said, "And Don't worry about getting erection - it's perfectly natural!"
And door closed.
This was the first time my Mother had ever said anything like that. The impact of that line was so strong that I didn't concentrate as my attention was drawn to the fact that she HAD FELT MY ERECTION and SHE DIDN'T MIND! I kept thinking about that all the time in the college. When I got back from college mother was in the kitchen. By the dinnertime Mother didn't say anything to me about it then neither did I. We didn't wait for Father to get home and had dinner together, without speaking anything.
I spent the rest of the time thinking about my Mother, about her breast and also the thought of them squashed against me. I dropped off to sleep eventually but again woke up around midnight. I got up quietly and went to Mother's room. Her light was on, she was sitting up but not crying, just looking blankly in front of her. Father was fast asleep by her side, snoring.
Mother saw me at the doorway and motioned me to come to her. She hugged me tightly but I tried to keep my cock from touching her. She looked up at me, silently with a wan smile and rubbed my back with her hand. I copied her with mine. My cock was hard but this time it didn't bother me so much. She looked down, noticing the bulge it made in my shorts and I smiled sheepishly. Before we separated she pulled me down to kiss me, as I went to hold her my hands brushed against her breasts and I felt an electric shock as I felt the soft heavy mass of them. This time, before going back to bed, I went to the toilet and masturbated vigorously.
In the morning we once again said nothing about the night before. Mother was wearing her Sari and blouse. She hadn't put a bra under her blouse and I could make out the shape of her tits through the thin material of her blouse as she moved. As I was out for college mother came to close the door and before closing it she said smilingly,
"I don't mind your erections at all and I hope you enjoyed yourself in the toilet afterwards!"
I began to shake. She knew that I had tossed myself off in the toilet! Mother had never spoken to me about sex before, it was as though she was expressing her true self. I could even see the smile she would have had as she said that; the mischievous smile. Well if she could say so explicitly then that I would too. When I came back from college mother was in the kitchen preparing something. She saw me and smiled. Then turned her back to me and kept doing what she was doing. I went behind her and keep my hands on her shoulder and said,
"Maa, I can't help the erections when I feel your breasts pressed against me and I can't get back to sleep with an erection so that is why I had to go to the toilet afterwards. You have very lovely breasts, Maa!" saying that I left the room without giving her chance to say anything. After I spent the rest of the evening in a state of nervous tension, regretting that I had said it. Mother smiled at me at dinner time though but said nothing of course. What could she say with Father around? I couldn't wait to go to her room again and didn't sleep at all.
Their lights went out at about eleven thirty and I forced myself to wait until midnight before going to their room. Mother was sitting up as usual, as though waiting for me. Her face lit up in a smile when she saw me. Without saying a word she held out her arms to me and we held each other tightly, rubbing each other's backs again. I let my erection press against her this time and when she felt it she smiled up at me. I was ecstatic. Looking down at her I could see through blouse her cleavage pressed against my stomach.
Mother smiled as I looked at it. She back away slightly and took my hands and put them on her breasts. I was in heaven. My mother herself put my hand on her breast. I was unsure what to do so I brushed her stiff nipples with my palms. She didn't let me touch them for long though. She pulled them away then stroked my face and kissed me again. I left to go back to bed but decided to show mother the effect she had on me. I deliberately and noisily went to the toilet and then proceeded to toss myself off. After I came I suddenly felt horribly ashamed of myself, knowing that Mother knew what I was doing in there. I crept back to bed silently and slept fitfully.
The next morning in the kitchen I watched my Mother as she moved around the room. The sari she wore was tight around her buttock. Pallu of her sari was between her two breasts exposing their shape through her blouse. By the time I had finished my breakfast Father had left. I took the empty plate to the sink where she was busy washing up. I was curious to know if she would say anything about the night before. When I stood behind her, so close that her Sari was brushing me. She neither turned round nor said anything.
I did not know what to say either so I placed my hands on mother's hips to see if that would get a reaction, but she simply carried on washing up. I slid them round onto her stomach; still no response. I insert my finger in her navel and move it in circling motions. Slowly, expecting her to stop me any moment, I moved my hands up onto her breasts. My heart pounding madly as I gradually took their weight in my hands, lifting them slightly through blouse. She wasn't wearing bra but I could firmness yet softness of her breast.
Mother had stopped washing the dishes and was now motionless as I held her tits. I felt her nipples harden and I teased them with my fingers. She wasn't stopping me and I wondered how far I could go. I pushed against her. She must have been able to feel my erection as I could feel her ass move against it. Finally, reluctantly she pushed me away from her. Then I went off to get my things ready for college. As soon as I was out of the door mother came and said mischievously,
'You are getting too naughty, Raja. How could you dare to do what you did with your old mother? Don't ever do it again or I shall have to spank you!"
Despite of her threaten I could sense that she was teasing me. I decided to tease back. I placed my legs inside the door so she couldn't close it quickly and said her,
"You might be old Maa, but your breasts not only look wonderful, they feel wonderful too. I want to feel them whenever I am close to you!" saying that I remove my leg and shut the door and ran outside.
When I got home I was annoyed to see Father was already there. I knew father would be going out before long and then I would be alone with Mother. Unfortunately he didn't walk out. He wanted to eat and waited in the kitchen while Mother got him something. When she had nearly finished I went to my room and lay on the bed.
As I had hoped mother came in my room while father was eating. She looked at me and without a word she pulled Pallu of her sari from her breast and inserts it inside her sari near belly. Then she started to unhook her blouse. I watched, spellbound, as she unhooked all the way and slid it off her breast. Her tits were held by a black bra, which she promptly undid and free her breast. Her tits stood proud before me. I was trembling at the sight of them. They looked every bit as good as they felt. Mother had a relaxed grin on her face.
I got off the bed and stood in front of her. Mother just looked at me as I reached up and fondled her breast. As I stood with her breasts in my hands she undid my short. She pushed down my underpants. My dick sprung out to meet her and she held it gently. As I fondled my mother's breast she slowly stroked my dick. While she stroked my dick we heard father moving around kitchen and although I was frightened what will happen if he would suddenly decide to come there but mother didn't hesitate.
My mother's firm grip on my dick did not take long to make me cum and I shot a stream of sperm into her hand. She smiled, holding up her sticky hand before us, then, to my surprise, she licked every drop from her hand. I was so excited that my own mother was licking my cum. What if she licks my dick with that luscious mouth? I sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she hook back her bra and blouse. then put pallu of her sari back on the shoulder. As she spread front of her sari on her breast I shacked my neck as disapproval. She realised what I want and gathered pallu of her sari and put them between her cleavage exposing her both breasts proudly. She left smilingly and after she had gone I pulled up my shorts.
I tried but could not sleep afterward. The feeling of Mother's hand on my cock and the feel of her breasts were heady stuff to a eighteen-year-old boy. I refused to sleep. I wanted to go back to her at midnight for more. Despite my resolve I think I must have fallen asleep as father coming home at about 11.30 awaked me. He crashed around a bit before going to bed. I waited for another half an hour then crept to mother's room.
The nightlight was on but Mother was not sitting up. Father was lying heavily on top of her and moving between my mother's open legs. Her Sari and panties was lying on floor. Her blouse and bra was open and petticoat was raised all the way up her waist. Father was naked, hairy buttocks rose and fell as he ploughed in and out of her, grunting slightly with the exertion. Mother was just lay there, looking bored at the ceiling.
Despite my disgust at what he was doing to her I felt my dick rise inside my shorts and I instinctively held it. I felt like going in and pulling him off. Mother saw me take a few tentative steps into the room and flicked her head with stern eyes, indicating I should leave. She seemed to show no embarrassment at me seeing her being fucked. I stayed for a few seconds longer to show I was not afraid of him but Father was totally oblivious to my presence. Mother's eyes pleaded with me to go, so finally I did.
I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I was standing by the fridge when Mother came there. She was wearing petticoat and her blouse and bra was open hanging over her shoulders. The fridge door was open and in the dim light I could see her breasts and even dark patch of her pubes through her thin petticoat. She came straight to me as though she knew I would be there and we hugged for what seemed like ages. I was kneading her breast with my left hand and was squeezing her ass with right hand. I move my right hand from her buttock and brought it in the front. I boldly cupped her pussy from above petticoat. That was first time I touched my mother's pussy. My dick was subsided before, but began to grow again with the intensity of her touch.
Finally mother moved away slightly, raised her petticoat up her waist, showing me her pussy. I couldn't see it clearly in that dim light as her pussy was covered with dark public hair. Then she took my right hand and placed it between her legs. She guided my first two fingers to her pussy and rubbed herself with them. She released my hand slowly and allowed me to continue rubbing her myself. She shuffled leaned back against the kitchen counter as I continued to rub her.
Before long she started to moan softly and I pulled her petticoat up fully so that I could see her nakedness more clearly. We both tensed for a moment when we heard Father mumble, from bedroom, but we heard no more after that. Mother began to rub herself more intensely on my fingers then nearly collapsed as she came. I looked at her she smiled at me. I smile back and leak her juices from my fingers like she did with my cum that afternoon.
When mother had calmed down she pulled down my shorts and started to stroke me again. Smiling, she hooked a strand of hair behind her ear and bent down, taking my dick completely into her mouth. Wow! My mother was sucking my dick. She knows about oral sex! Father must have taught her everything in the sex then! The sensation of her cool mouth on my hot dick came as a shock at first but it felt so fantastic that I was soon moaning like her.
I gripped her hair as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft. What a sensation! When I came it was like I had never cum before and Mother drank the lot. After she raised and took a drink from the fridge. She patted my face gently with her hand, smiling, then went back to her bedroom.
The next day was a Saturday and I had to go to college for half day. The day got a bad start as my father got up just after me so I didn't get to be alone with my Mother. She did manage to get to the door when I was out and whispered,
"I'm glad you give me that wonderful orgasm in the kitchen. You are so giving. Father gives nothing, just takes. I hope you liked seeing my old body in the kitchen. It might not be much but it's all I've got. Your cum tastes delicious, Raja!"
Unlike other times she didn't close the door immediately but looked at me as if to hear my reply. I said to her,
"Maa, Your body may be old but it looked great to me. The one problem was that it was a little dark so I couldn't see it very well. Today is Saturday and as usual Father will be out whole night with his friend. I want to see you fully naked clearly and you should allow me to do everything I want with you. Ok?"
She didn't say anything. Just smiled and closed the door.
When I got back from college father was in the house and knew I would have to wait a few hours before he would go out. I watched my mother moving around the house; she was wearing a thin sari and a thin blouse. The way her tits moved freely told me she was bra-less, was she panty-less as well I thought? There was only one way to find out so when she was close to me and father was out of the room I slipped my hand up the back of her leg and onto her ass. It was nicely smooth and devoid of panties. Before I could explore further I heard father and she moved away.
I had a bath and afterwards I sit in the chair just in my shorts reading some books. I was listening to the sounds coming from the other rooms of the house.
Father had finished getting ready and Just before eight I heard the door open and close as he went out. Shortly after that I heard Mother locked the main door and went to her bedroom. Was she getting ready? What would she put on? I waited for nearly fifteen/twenty tense and nervous minutes before I heard her door open. A second later mine slowly opened and she stepped into my room.
My 39 years old mother had really done effort to look great herself. She wore pink coloured sari and blouse. Material was so transparent that I could see her bra through her blouse. She put on some make-up on her face as if she was going out on the town. She looked fantastic. She stopped in the middle of the room and did a slow turn as I looked at her backside. She was looking sexier from back. Sari was pulled so tightly on her buttock that they were bulging out. I could clearly see outline of her panties on her ass. When she thought I had enough view of her back she turned to me once again.
After maybe a minute she reached up to her Pallu and slowly drop it down and undid her sari. She then turned her back to me then slowly unhooked her blouse. Once all hooks out she slowly dropped her blouse from her shoulders exposing her flat white back with black bra straps. She then pulled string of her petticoat and it dropped to the floor letting me see that she was wearing matching black panties.
After little while mother turned to me took her hands back to unhook her bra. It was such fantastic pose as her bra clasp breast stood proud front of me and as she undid hook, bra strap sprung out and fell on her sides. She slide straps from her shoulder holding cups still on her breast then in one swiped motion removed her bra. Her breasts fell free and they looked just great. She moved around seductively for a while showing me her full breast then started to slowly push her panties down. She had her back to me as they slipped off her ass but turned before her pussy came into view. She had a surprise for me there, as she had shaved off her pubes completely from her pussy-leaving triangular bush just above her pussy. When her panties had been removed she continued to move, occasionally opening her legs so that I could see more of her crack.
Eventually mother stopped and sat on the edge of my bed. She opened her legs to allow me to see her cunt completely. When I had had a good look she started to play with herself. I watched fascinated as she rubbed the same spot that she had me playing with the night before. She moaned to herself in an extremely seductive way and before long groaned aloud as she came. This exhausted her and she collapsed onto my bed.
After a while when mother regain her breath she slide above in the bed and rest on my pillow spreading her legs.
"Come here Raja, I need your company now," she said from her position.
I stumbled over and crawled in between her legs. Mother pulled me on her and put her lips on me. That was first time my mother kissed me like that. We parted for a while looking in to each other's eyes. I was so hot that I press my lips roughly on her luscious lips again and begin proceedings. This one was nearly 5 minutes long. At the finish, Mother decided that she had had enough of my shorts. She rolled over onto me and immediately made a swift move, removing my shorts and letting my pulsating dick free.
As mother grabbed hold of it, she gasped in awe-not so much at the length, but at the fact that she was holding her son's dick, so forbidden, so taboo. She held onto my dick and lovingly caressed it. She then bend down and kissed in between my thighs and smooched my balls-all the while letting my cock rest on her face. The whole area was so warm on her lips, nearly at boiling point. I was in nirvana with the feeling of my mother's lips on my genitals.
My mother married my father when she was 20 and father was 30. Although there was big age deference between them initially their married life was quite satisfactory. After marriage within a year I was born. Father was working in good company here in chennai. Father used to leave morning 9:00am and used to return 7:00pm at home. As My mother was housewife she would greet him everyday when he returned from office. We would laugh, chat or play together. We used to go out in the garden, for shopping or for dinner.
As far as I remember we were quite happy family until up to two years before. After that everything changed. My father eventually falls in bad friendships. He started drinking and gambling. He started to come late from office. Initially my mother tried to change his new habits and he even listen her some times. But after he started to ignore her. After that peacefulness of our house had shattered. Every other day father would come home drunk and then would quarrel and abusing my mother. She would not say anything to him, would keep quite or some time only would answer him. Since then last two years were most painful in our life, Especially my mothers.
I turned 18 and was studying in college. Father would spend most of his salary in his bad habits, as it was difficult to my mother to run household expenses. So I started to do part-time job in one videocassette library, which would help our household expenses. My mother knew how I was working hard to keep running our house. She would appreciate and would praise me always.
I got home from college one day and found her crying in the hall. I hated seeing her like that, I had never seen her cry like that before. I sat beside her on the sofa. After a while she seemed to notice me. She put her arm over my shoulders and pulled me close. We sat there for some time, just holding each other, not moving or talking. Eventually she got up, and without explaining a thing, started making dinner. When Father came in she pasted a smile on her face. This pattern seemed to continue for a while. I'd come home and she'd be sat on the sofa, doing nothing. She wasn't always crying but often her eyes were puffy and red so I knew that she had been. I'd make her a cup of tea and after she had drunk it we would normally hug for a while but she'd never speak.
Mother never answered my question but somehow I knew it was Father who was making her like she was. He seemed to be sapping her energy. He had started staying out late and often come home smelling of drink and talking incoherently. One time I tried to ask her what the problem was. She looked into my eyes and once more started to cry. The tears ran down her cheeks. I looked down; I couldn't bear to see her face like that. Pallu of her sari was fall on her thighs revealing her blouse. Her Mangalsutra was hanging between her breasts. I stared at her Mangalsutra in the light then noticed that her tears were dripping onto her blouse and making small see-through pools on the material.
This held my attention completely; I was even able to see her nipples clearly, as She wasn't wearing any bra underneath. I don't know I had ever really noticed my mother as a woman before but I remember clearly the sight of her nipples in the wet fabric and that afternoon changed how I thought about her for ever. Nipples, breasts! God, how my eighteen-year-old body yearned to see them, to touch them, to squeeze them, to explore them. I was still found breasts fascinating and here I was, staring at my own mother's breast as it was slowly revealed to my sight. My sex life was already active at that time.
I used to talk with my friends about sex. We used to see some porno magazines secretly. One of the reasons I got job in this video library was that we used to rent blue films cassette from there. I started to fantasies about my mother then, What she looks like without cloths or how it would be to suck those big breasts of my mother or to fuck her. After that it was daily routine to go to the toilet and toss myself off thinking about her. Sure I felt guilty that I was using my Mother's image to get myself off, but as I look back now I realise that that guilt was what made my pleasure all the more bitter-sweet.
While all this had been happening, my mother had been getting more and more unhappy. Father was gone far away to be changed so I felt I had to find a way to cheer her up, but what could I possibly do?
The turning point was the night that woke me up suddenly. It was around midnight. Something had woken me. I heard noises from my parent's room. I got up to investigate and when I looked in my percent's room my mother was sitting up in bed, gently sobbing. Father was fast asleep beside her and so I went to comfort her and kind of stood beside her awkwardly and held her. Mother looked up at me and hugged me to her tightly. We stayed like that for a few moments then I noticed the sensation of her tits against my stomach as I hugged her. I could even feel the nipples through the sheer fabric of blouse.
To my horror, my cock began to rise and pressed against her stomach. I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but my mother hugged me to her tightly as though she never wanted me to go. If she noticed my hard-on she didn't show it, but the moment I felt her grip relax I pulled away and went back to my room. Father, had not stirred once during this embrace.
I went back to the room and lay there unable to sleep. I was too worried about Mother. I figured that things must be pretty bad if it was keeping her awake. I must have been holding my cock to comfort myself because I realised I had an urgent need down there. I began to jerk myself silently. Images of Mother, her breasts and my hard cock against her soft stomach came to mind and I came explosively, forcing myself not to moan.
Neither of us spoke about the incident the next morning. Father was around but even when he had gone it seemed somehow inappropriate to say anything. as I was out to go to college mother came to close the door and said,
"Thanks Raja, to comforting me last night. You were there when I needed you." And before closing the door she said, "And Don't worry about getting erection - it's perfectly natural!"
And door closed.
This was the first time my Mother had ever said anything like that. The impact of that line was so strong that I didn't concentrate as my attention was drawn to the fact that she HAD FELT MY ERECTION and SHE DIDN'T MIND! I kept thinking about that all the time in the college. When I got back from college mother was in the kitchen. By the dinnertime Mother didn't say anything to me about it then neither did I. We didn't wait for Father to get home and had dinner together, without speaking anything.
I spent the rest of the time thinking about my Mother, about her breast and also the thought of them squashed against me. I dropped off to sleep eventually but again woke up around midnight. I got up quietly and went to Mother's room. Her light was on, she was sitting up but not crying, just looking blankly in front of her. Father was fast asleep by her side, snoring.
Mother saw me at the doorway and motioned me to come to her. She hugged me tightly but I tried to keep my cock from touching her. She looked up at me, silently with a wan smile and rubbed my back with her hand. I copied her with mine. My cock was hard but this time it didn't bother me so much. She looked down, noticing the bulge it made in my shorts and I smiled sheepishly. Before we separated she pulled me down to kiss me, as I went to hold her my hands brushed against her breasts and I felt an electric shock as I felt the soft heavy mass of them. This time, before going back to bed, I went to the toilet and masturbated vigorously.
In the morning we once again said nothing about the night before. Mother was wearing her Sari and blouse. She hadn't put a bra under her blouse and I could make out the shape of her tits through the thin material of her blouse as she moved. As I was out for college mother came to close the door and before closing it she said smilingly,
"I don't mind your erections at all and I hope you enjoyed yourself in the toilet afterwards!"
I began to shake. She knew that I had tossed myself off in the toilet! Mother had never spoken to me about sex before, it was as though she was expressing her true self. I could even see the smile she would have had as she said that; the mischievous smile. Well if she could say so explicitly then that I would too. When I came back from college mother was in the kitchen preparing something. She saw me and smiled. Then turned her back to me and kept doing what she was doing. I went behind her and keep my hands on her shoulder and said,
"Maa, I can't help the erections when I feel your breasts pressed against me and I can't get back to sleep with an erection so that is why I had to go to the toilet afterwards. You have very lovely breasts, Maa!" saying that I left the room without giving her chance to say anything. After I spent the rest of the evening in a state of nervous tension, regretting that I had said it. Mother smiled at me at dinner time though but said nothing of course. What could she say with Father around? I couldn't wait to go to her room again and didn't sleep at all.
Their lights went out at about eleven thirty and I forced myself to wait until midnight before going to their room. Mother was sitting up as usual, as though waiting for me. Her face lit up in a smile when she saw me. Without saying a word she held out her arms to me and we held each other tightly, rubbing each other's backs again. I let my erection press against her this time and when she felt it she smiled up at me. I was ecstatic. Looking down at her I could see through blouse her cleavage pressed against my stomach.
Mother smiled as I looked at it. She back away slightly and took my hands and put them on her breasts. I was in heaven. My mother herself put my hand on her breast. I was unsure what to do so I brushed her stiff nipples with my palms. She didn't let me touch them for long though. She pulled them away then stroked my face and kissed me again. I left to go back to bed but decided to show mother the effect she had on me. I deliberately and noisily went to the toilet and then proceeded to toss myself off. After I came I suddenly felt horribly ashamed of myself, knowing that Mother knew what I was doing in there. I crept back to bed silently and slept fitfully.
The next morning in the kitchen I watched my Mother as she moved around the room. The sari she wore was tight around her buttock. Pallu of her sari was between her two breasts exposing their shape through her blouse. By the time I had finished my breakfast Father had left. I took the empty plate to the sink where she was busy washing up. I was curious to know if she would say anything about the night before. When I stood behind her, so close that her Sari was brushing me. She neither turned round nor said anything.
I did not know what to say either so I placed my hands on mother's hips to see if that would get a reaction, but she simply carried on washing up. I slid them round onto her stomach; still no response. I insert my finger in her navel and move it in circling motions. Slowly, expecting her to stop me any moment, I moved my hands up onto her breasts. My heart pounding madly as I gradually took their weight in my hands, lifting them slightly through blouse. She wasn't wearing bra but I could firmness yet softness of her breast.
Mother had stopped washing the dishes and was now motionless as I held her tits. I felt her nipples harden and I teased them with my fingers. She wasn't stopping me and I wondered how far I could go. I pushed against her. She must have been able to feel my erection as I could feel her ass move against it. Finally, reluctantly she pushed me away from her. Then I went off to get my things ready for college. As soon as I was out of the door mother came and said mischievously,
'You are getting too naughty, Raja. How could you dare to do what you did with your old mother? Don't ever do it again or I shall have to spank you!"
Despite of her threaten I could sense that she was teasing me. I decided to tease back. I placed my legs inside the door so she couldn't close it quickly and said her,
"You might be old Maa, but your breasts not only look wonderful, they feel wonderful too. I want to feel them whenever I am close to you!" saying that I remove my leg and shut the door and ran outside.
When I got home I was annoyed to see Father was already there. I knew father would be going out before long and then I would be alone with Mother. Unfortunately he didn't walk out. He wanted to eat and waited in the kitchen while Mother got him something. When she had nearly finished I went to my room and lay on the bed.
As I had hoped mother came in my room while father was eating. She looked at me and without a word she pulled Pallu of her sari from her breast and inserts it inside her sari near belly. Then she started to unhook her blouse. I watched, spellbound, as she unhooked all the way and slid it off her breast. Her tits were held by a black bra, which she promptly undid and free her breast. Her tits stood proud before me. I was trembling at the sight of them. They looked every bit as good as they felt. Mother had a relaxed grin on her face.
I got off the bed and stood in front of her. Mother just looked at me as I reached up and fondled her breast. As I stood with her breasts in my hands she undid my short. She pushed down my underpants. My dick sprung out to meet her and she held it gently. As I fondled my mother's breast she slowly stroked my dick. While she stroked my dick we heard father moving around kitchen and although I was frightened what will happen if he would suddenly decide to come there but mother didn't hesitate.
My mother's firm grip on my dick did not take long to make me cum and I shot a stream of sperm into her hand. She smiled, holding up her sticky hand before us, then, to my surprise, she licked every drop from her hand. I was so excited that my own mother was licking my cum. What if she licks my dick with that luscious mouth? I sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she hook back her bra and blouse. then put pallu of her sari back on the shoulder. As she spread front of her sari on her breast I shacked my neck as disapproval. She realised what I want and gathered pallu of her sari and put them between her cleavage exposing her both breasts proudly. She left smilingly and after she had gone I pulled up my shorts.
I tried but could not sleep afterward. The feeling of Mother's hand on my cock and the feel of her breasts were heady stuff to a eighteen-year-old boy. I refused to sleep. I wanted to go back to her at midnight for more. Despite my resolve I think I must have fallen asleep as father coming home at about 11.30 awaked me. He crashed around a bit before going to bed. I waited for another half an hour then crept to mother's room.
The nightlight was on but Mother was not sitting up. Father was lying heavily on top of her and moving between my mother's open legs. Her Sari and panties was lying on floor. Her blouse and bra was open and petticoat was raised all the way up her waist. Father was naked, hairy buttocks rose and fell as he ploughed in and out of her, grunting slightly with the exertion. Mother was just lay there, looking bored at the ceiling.
Despite my disgust at what he was doing to her I felt my dick rise inside my shorts and I instinctively held it. I felt like going in and pulling him off. Mother saw me take a few tentative steps into the room and flicked her head with stern eyes, indicating I should leave. She seemed to show no embarrassment at me seeing her being fucked. I stayed for a few seconds longer to show I was not afraid of him but Father was totally oblivious to my presence. Mother's eyes pleaded with me to go, so finally I did.
I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I was standing by the fridge when Mother came there. She was wearing petticoat and her blouse and bra was open hanging over her shoulders. The fridge door was open and in the dim light I could see her breasts and even dark patch of her pubes through her thin petticoat. She came straight to me as though she knew I would be there and we hugged for what seemed like ages. I was kneading her breast with my left hand and was squeezing her ass with right hand. I move my right hand from her buttock and brought it in the front. I boldly cupped her pussy from above petticoat. That was first time I touched my mother's pussy. My dick was subsided before, but began to grow again with the intensity of her touch.
Finally mother moved away slightly, raised her petticoat up her waist, showing me her pussy. I couldn't see it clearly in that dim light as her pussy was covered with dark public hair. Then she took my right hand and placed it between her legs. She guided my first two fingers to her pussy and rubbed herself with them. She released my hand slowly and allowed me to continue rubbing her myself. She shuffled leaned back against the kitchen counter as I continued to rub her.
Before long she started to moan softly and I pulled her petticoat up fully so that I could see her nakedness more clearly. We both tensed for a moment when we heard Father mumble, from bedroom, but we heard no more after that. Mother began to rub herself more intensely on my fingers then nearly collapsed as she came. I looked at her she smiled at me. I smile back and leak her juices from my fingers like she did with my cum that afternoon.
When mother had calmed down she pulled down my shorts and started to stroke me again. Smiling, she hooked a strand of hair behind her ear and bent down, taking my dick completely into her mouth. Wow! My mother was sucking my dick. She knows about oral sex! Father must have taught her everything in the sex then! The sensation of her cool mouth on my hot dick came as a shock at first but it felt so fantastic that I was soon moaning like her.
I gripped her hair as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft. What a sensation! When I came it was like I had never cum before and Mother drank the lot. After she raised and took a drink from the fridge. She patted my face gently with her hand, smiling, then went back to her bedroom.
The next day was a Saturday and I had to go to college for half day. The day got a bad start as my father got up just after me so I didn't get to be alone with my Mother. She did manage to get to the door when I was out and whispered,
"I'm glad you give me that wonderful orgasm in the kitchen. You are so giving. Father gives nothing, just takes. I hope you liked seeing my old body in the kitchen. It might not be much but it's all I've got. Your cum tastes delicious, Raja!"
Unlike other times she didn't close the door immediately but looked at me as if to hear my reply. I said to her,
"Maa, Your body may be old but it looked great to me. The one problem was that it was a little dark so I couldn't see it very well. Today is Saturday and as usual Father will be out whole night with his friend. I want to see you fully naked clearly and you should allow me to do everything I want with you. Ok?"
She didn't say anything. Just smiled and closed the door.
When I got back from college father was in the house and knew I would have to wait a few hours before he would go out. I watched my mother moving around the house; she was wearing a thin sari and a thin blouse. The way her tits moved freely told me she was bra-less, was she panty-less as well I thought? There was only one way to find out so when she was close to me and father was out of the room I slipped my hand up the back of her leg and onto her ass. It was nicely smooth and devoid of panties. Before I could explore further I heard father and she moved away.
I had a bath and afterwards I sit in the chair just in my shorts reading some books. I was listening to the sounds coming from the other rooms of the house.
Father had finished getting ready and Just before eight I heard the door open and close as he went out. Shortly after that I heard Mother locked the main door and went to her bedroom. Was she getting ready? What would she put on? I waited for nearly fifteen/twenty tense and nervous minutes before I heard her door open. A second later mine slowly opened and she stepped into my room.
My 39 years old mother had really done effort to look great herself. She wore pink coloured sari and blouse. Material was so transparent that I could see her bra through her blouse. She put on some make-up on her face as if she was going out on the town. She looked fantastic. She stopped in the middle of the room and did a slow turn as I looked at her backside. She was looking sexier from back. Sari was pulled so tightly on her buttock that they were bulging out. I could clearly see outline of her panties on her ass. When she thought I had enough view of her back she turned to me once again.
After maybe a minute she reached up to her Pallu and slowly drop it down and undid her sari. She then turned her back to me then slowly unhooked her blouse. Once all hooks out she slowly dropped her blouse from her shoulders exposing her flat white back with black bra straps. She then pulled string of her petticoat and it dropped to the floor letting me see that she was wearing matching black panties.
After little while mother turned to me took her hands back to unhook her bra. It was such fantastic pose as her bra clasp breast stood proud front of me and as she undid hook, bra strap sprung out and fell on her sides. She slide straps from her shoulder holding cups still on her breast then in one swiped motion removed her bra. Her breasts fell free and they looked just great. She moved around seductively for a while showing me her full breast then started to slowly push her panties down. She had her back to me as they slipped off her ass but turned before her pussy came into view. She had a surprise for me there, as she had shaved off her pubes completely from her pussy-leaving triangular bush just above her pussy. When her panties had been removed she continued to move, occasionally opening her legs so that I could see more of her crack.
Eventually mother stopped and sat on the edge of my bed. She opened her legs to allow me to see her cunt completely. When I had had a good look she started to play with herself. I watched fascinated as she rubbed the same spot that she had me playing with the night before. She moaned to herself in an extremely seductive way and before long groaned aloud as she came. This exhausted her and she collapsed onto my bed.
After a while when mother regain her breath she slide above in the bed and rest on my pillow spreading her legs.
"Come here Raja, I need your company now," she said from her position.
I stumbled over and crawled in between her legs. Mother pulled me on her and put her lips on me. That was first time my mother kissed me like that. We parted for a while looking in to each other's eyes. I was so hot that I press my lips roughly on her luscious lips again and begin proceedings. This one was nearly 5 minutes long. At the finish, Mother decided that she had had enough of my shorts. She rolled over onto me and immediately made a swift move, removing my shorts and letting my pulsating dick free.
As mother grabbed hold of it, she gasped in awe-not so much at the length, but at the fact that she was holding her son's dick, so forbidden, so taboo. She held onto my dick and lovingly caressed it. She then bend down and kissed in between my thighs and smooched my balls-all the while letting my cock rest on her face. The whole area was so warm on her lips, nearly at boiling point. I was in nirvana with the feeling of my mother's lips on my genitals.
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