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Hello, My Dear Readers. Thank you for the very encouraging response to the first two parts of the story.
This is the third and final episode in this series, and most probably the last time you hear about the protagonists – Kartik and Kavita.
If you have read my earlier works, you might know by now that I am not very good at finishing a story. I have tried my best here to conclude with a very rational climax. I hope you like it.
Okay, I don’t want to lie. And, neither do I like surprises. So, let me tell you right away. I will be following this up with an equally irrational tail-end, making up for my incomplete stories, and previous let downs.
As this is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier parts first may make this more exciting.
Happy Reading!
I was completely inside my mom in a single thrust. The process was so smooth, I did not even realize that I had found myself a place in The Mother Fuckers Club.
A lot of it had to do with the fact that I was only as big as my dad, and also that he had been giving it to my mom on a regular basis – I believed.
Because she had accommodated me very easily!
But, still, she was super wet. My mother was already dripping. That is how easily I entered her. That is how effortlessly I penetrated her. To be honest, the lack of effort actually bothered me.
“Was my mom horny for me?” I asked myself repeatedly.
It was true that it was her own son, who was infiltrating her. But, it was very much possible that she might have imagined, considered, or even wished, her new partner was not her blood, but any other man. Especially, a young lad who could do an older woman like her a lot of good.
After all, she was also a human being, and there were all the chances that she could have felt being turned on by her son’s presence.
I was taking her from the back, and as long as she never told me what exactly she was feeling, there was no way I could make out from her facial expressions, I did not have the view of.
“Did I really excite my mother?” I wondered, one more time.
3 minutes went by, very slowly. I had not even completed 10 full thrusts yet. I was shivering and was taking it very slowly, even as my mother continued to encourage me.
5 minutes into fucking my mom, I was a lot more relaxed. I knew I had found my groove. I was no expert, but I was certain I was doing it right. My movements were a lot more stable now.
And, further confirming this was the fact that my mom had started letting out soft rhythmic moans. It shook me, but a part of me always knew this was a very probable situation. It was a very organic and natural after-effect.
“Shoot it! Shoot it, Kartik! Shoot it inside me! Fast! Let’s get over with it…” my mom said, trying to sound as composed as she could.
I was only 7 inches long and had nothing extraordinary hidden underneath my trousers. I was always convinced that I could never completely own a woman with just the size of my cock.
I wanted to think I was only causing moderate stimulation. My mom was still sober enough to have the sense to push me into crossing the line as quickly as possible.
But, she also managed to leave me baffled, with the immediate set of groans that followed.
“Ohhh… Yeah… Yes, Baby… Ahhh… That is just how you do it.” my mom murmured in an extremely vulnerable fashion.
At around 8 minutes of action, I had still not cum, but my mom appeared to have been doing all the work now. She was moving her hips on her own, grinding my cock.
Now, hips surely don’t lie, but I really hoped this was not a preview of far more sinister things to come.
“Yess… Yes… Mmmmm… Baby… Fuckk!” my mom squealed, exactly a minute later.
“Was this also normal?” I had to admit I was having second thoughts about the whole arrangement, now.
By the time 10 minutes passed, after my first stab, my mom herself was slamming her ass against my body, as I drilled deeper into her pussy. I had to do absolutely nothing to keep the session running, but I was also nowhere close to reaching an orgasm.
“Kartik! Don’t standstill. Do it harder! Do it!” my mom whined, suggesting to me that she had started to greatly enjoy it. I could confirm the obvious detail. Just moments later, I was also convinced that I, too, was relishing the stunt.
Her light brownish pussy was very pricky, indicating she had shaved it very recently. And, it rubbed against my crotch, non-stop, tickling me, in the most carnal way possible.
15 minutes into the act, I ripped her pink satin bikini type panties apart, in the most gruesome fashion. I could not accept that I had dared to do that, but I had also formally fully uncovered my mom’s lower body.
This was totally against the sequence of play but paved the way for the inevitable, yet sudden, turn of events. That very moment I also realized I could not trust that I had taken so long to unleash the man in me.
Further stressing how significantly I was being stimulated during sexual intercourse. I was completely lost in the exploit, I knew I was starting to have fun taking part in my mother’s sinful defiling.
The new view of her firm ass seamlessly made me forget the whole virtuous intention of this still immoral arrangement. For a second, I even wished I was penetrating her exposed back-door now.
With her butt pushed out, considerably, my mom’s ass cheeks appeared to be spread wide, and I was blessed with the sight of her very tight butt-hole.
I placed my hand on her rear and even tried to part her cheeks further, revealing a lot more of her teasing very clean anal cavity. I felt so intoxicated, I almost slapped her shining bums.
I was so in love with her solid booty, I had not realized how badly we were sweating until my mom indicated that she would like to remove her top.
“What?” I blurted, being pulled into my senses.
“Help me take my t-shirt off, Kartik!” my mom said, hastily, eager to get back into feeling raunchy.
I did just as she instructed me, but also found myself grabbing her boobs, as I fucked her from the back. I was in-fact mauling her melons as I screwed her with greater force, much to my own mother’s surprise and delight.
“Yes… Fucking Yes!” my mom moaned, bringing me closer to reality. With her top now gone, and her bra already absent, my mom had nothing left on her dusky body.
This was the first time I was seeing her bareback, and she clearly had the hottest curves any woman could ever have.
“Shit!” I gasped, as it registered in my mind that my mom was completely naked in front of me, for me!
I wanted to and would have any second, but luckily for me, my mom herself turned her body around, changing our stance. This was the first time I was seeing my mom in her full glory, and she looked ravishing in the nude.
Though I was no sex addict, I always admired the beauty of a bare woman. I have spent so many nights savoring the view of naked ladies, online and in my mind. From my experience in understanding the dimensions of a female body, I could say my mom was precise of the size 33-26-33.
She had a slim figure and had almost zero fat in her teasing, well-shaped hips, and flat belly. Her petite tits were only B-Cups, but still a very alluring pair.
But more importantly, she was very pretty and very, very charming. It was just that I needed my mother to be fully undressed to realize how amazing she really was.
I had not imagined in my dirtiest sexually charged thoughts that my mom was so irresistible, and I would ever have the opportunity to feast on her luscious body. Her dusky melons, brown areola, and contrasting pink nipples begged for my attention, even as I continued to screw her.
My mom had her pelvis slightly raised to help me have uninterrupted access inside her, and I acknowledged her kindness by increasing the speed of my thrusts.
As soon as we reached the 25th minute of our venereal activity, she asked me to bend and bring myself closer to her body. And, before I knew it, I was shagging her in the proper missionary position as she licked her lips with her wet tongue.
“I so wish… Fuck… I so wish… I could tell you anything and everything!” my mom whispered in my ears.
“You have no idea what I saw in my sleep last night! You won’t believe it!” she moaned, not worried about the words coming out of her mouth.
“I should tell you this… I need to… I woke up today morning, dreaming about you fucking me. I was so low when you started the conversation, in the living room, but also immediately found myself being aroused,” she was not going to stop talking.
“If I already knew how this was going to end, I would have neatly stripped down for you right there!” she confessed.
“Mom?” I treasured each and every word she said, but still almost screamed in reflex.
“You are so big, Kartik… Ahhh… Your Dad… Mmmmm… Kaushik… hardly even gets an erection, these days… He has just not been able to do me any good…” she continued.
“I have been using too many of those big plastic dildos on my… Fuck! This is so good,” my mom stopped abruptly, just before I got myself ready to ask her how her pussy was still so loose, and thereby, clearing my doubts.
Kavita: And… He hates it… Oohhh… I should have never told him about my collection… Yesss… That is why he keeps the cupboards locked. All my toys are in there! Fuck!
Kartik: Ohh…
Kavita: So… Mmmm… I will be calling you in, more often…
Kartik: What?
Kavita: Err… Nothing… Just don’t stop!
I did not know if it was the position or the realization that my dad had not been giving my mom as much as she desired. I was actually the stud pleasing her, but it was right then that I discovered I was equally enjoying this pursuit.
I definitely was ramming my pole inside my mom’s dripping twat. I looked straight into her eyes for the first time since the erotic task began. I was fucking my own mom! I finally conceded!
There was still disbelief, reluctance, and even an ounce of anger. But I had crossed all stages of sanity. I just had to think that I was giving a woman the time of her life, and I had equal right to feed on the pleasure.
30 minutes since commencement, we changed positions again. I was now fucking my mom in the face-off position. She was sitting on my lap, riding me, with a lot of intensity.
She had her hands on my head and forced my face onto her lower neck, and the enticing flesh on her shoulders. As we neared 35 minutes of non-stop attempt at reproduction, my mom pushed me back onto the bed. She began grinding her wanting pussy walls against my hard dick.
And just seconds later, she was riding my tool, even harder, jumping on me, in the cow-girl position.
“I am cumming!” my mom screamed, for the fifth time, in only as many minutes. She looked as if she was turning into a sex-crazed slut.
As time went by, she compelled my hands on to her perky breasts, and pressed my hands, with her palm, making me grope her melons. She had squirted thrice and also grabbed my balls, bouncing on me, vigorously, biting her lips in ecstasy.
My mom had moaned and groaned and screamed and shouted. But I was still very much in control and going strong. She even kissed me on my lips, twice, smooching me for a whole minute on both occasions.
While the initial bid was to keep her mouth shut and hide her extremely vulgar cries, the second was definitely an oral display of affection.
But, even after a whole hour of unadulterated hardcore sex, I was still inside my mom, touching the interiors of her ripe twat. My stick persisted in holding erect, and yet not discharge.
We kept shuffling between positions, even discovering new postures, throughout the session, but to no avail.
“Kartik… Babby… Fuck! Your friends call you cutter, right? I think I now know why. Cut right through your slutty mummy’s whorry pussy! Please!” my mom grunted, in the bluntest and insensitive tone.
This was clearly the most controversial sentence ever said by a mother to a son. A line so filthy, even a sleazy production house, would have avoided it in their adult video.
However, it seemed to have done the trick. My mom’s shameless blurting had pulled the trigger. I could feel the rush, and I was nearing an orgasm.
80 minutes after my mother gleefully submitted herself to her own son, I had finally been made to unload my young fresh juices into the very space I came out from, years ago.
“Aaahhhhh… Fuck… Yes…..” my mom sighed softly as she felt my cum shot deep inside her womb, at-last. There was a wide smile on my mom’s face, and she even giggled like a young girl who just had her first orgasm.
She was content that she got what she wished for. But, she also evidently looked like she had been sexually satisfied, in great proportions. I had filled her in the edge-of-the-bed position.
I had also lowered myself as I climaxed, with her legs in the air. I was literally still on top of her. I had, in fact, not even bothered to pull my penis out of her vagina. But, it also had a lot to do with my mom wrapping her legs around my hips, as soon as I started to jizz inside her love-hole.
“Okay, Mom… I think that is it… I guess I should go now…” I said, regaining my breath, as I finally got out of my mom, again, looking at her blush. I was just back on my feet, when she pulled me back, onto her, and hugged me tightly.
After everything that had happened over the last three hours, the point that we were both naked, seemed unimportant. My mom continued to caress me, and once we were out of the bed, she let me go only after she kissed me on my cheeks, with a lot of intensity.
“Thank You!” she mouthed as she watched me put on my clothes back, and leave the room.
It was a strange period at home, and there were very odd instances between my mom and me. The first few days after the wicked encounter, especially when dad was around.
Two weeks later, my mom missed her period. She checked for pregnancy, even as she was always fully sure she had conceived.
I was watching TV, in the living room, when she came from the back, sat on the couch, and kissed me all over my face, right away.
Dad was in his room, speaking on the phone. I tried to push her away, desperately.
“Your Dad is going to fuck me tonight! Hahaha! But, the baby is yours!” she gushed, beaming like a possessed lass, making me feel more than just miserable.
Only to find myself fully frozen when she showed me the Pregnancy Test Strip, in her hand, conveying the positive result.
“Thank You For Everything!” my mom said, teary-eyed, but also delighted.
I had impregnated my mother!
I had successfully bred my own mother!
I had given my mother the perfect birthday gift!
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