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I am Binoy Sarkar from Kalna, a small town in Burdwan district of West Bengal. I am sharing this secret of my life with the readers who could understand how my feelings about sex or passion changed in an unexpected situation. I was 18 years old then and studying in a local High school at Kalna. I was the only child of my father and mother and so they took some extra care of me. I never got any scolding or punishment even for bad work I have done in my life.

I was almost spoiled in affection. My father used to bring good dresses and foods for me. My mother used to cook new items for me and feed by own hand. I used to watch TV all the day and not interested to read or prepare school lessons. My mother sometimes asked me about my lessons, but since my father himself was not good as a student and signed in his business later in life, he always said, “It is not compulsory to do school lessons to be a rich man.”

I was not good at my studies, can not concentrate on school subjects and used to get very ordinary marks. I was average student and always used to get poor marks in maths and history. My interest at my age was something different. I got some matured and bad friends who washed my brain in their way.

I used to get enough money for school tiffin from my father and I used to spend it to buy porno books, nude posters and to buy ticket for watching blue films in road-side hidden parlours. I was too much eager to know about the secrets of female body and got crazy to find a way to see it. Else than blue films I used to go to nearby pond and took hide behind the dense bush to see unsuspecting women bathing and changing clothes over there. I got terrible excitement in that voyeurism.

My father Mr. Mrinal kanti Sarkar was a rice businessman. He had a big shop at the market place and two large go-downs to store rice. He was a very busy man and seldom stayed at home to look after household needs. He was not at all concerned about household matters. My mother had to hire some other person to draw the ration and to do grocery shopping, vegetable purchase or any kind of bank or official transactions. My father only used to give money she wanted for the household needs and went out for his days work.

He was a very arrogant and rude person by behavior. He never talked with people in his neighborhood and suspected that, everyone in this area was a thief and wanted to steal his money if he got careless. He was highly suspicious person, never relies on any one, even in his shop or home. He disbelieves his shop workers also and always used to keep a sharp watch on them.

He only loved me, though I was not good at study. The cause was that I was his only descendant who would take care of his business and property in future. He used to give money whenever I wanted and never asked it was for a good cause or bad cause.

My mother Malini devi was a simple house-wife. She used to obey the orders of her husband and take care of the household. She always tried to keep my father happy, her daily routine was to wash his clothes and iron them properly, arrange his sofa or bed, arrange his account books, cooked delicious recipes for his meal and also to manage his workers’ tiffin who used to come for storing rice sacks at home. She was an all-rounder and used to keep eye everywhere in house and outhouse.

But inspite of these, my father was not happy with her and every morning started with a hard quarrel between them. My father used to rebuke my mother and scold her at every moment at home.

“Relying on a lady means relying on a worthless donkey ! Nothing is there inside your head. All my money is going out in vain … .” He used to give a shouting start.

My mother used to come out from kitchen and asked, “Why are you shouting ? What have I done ?”

“Yesterday I gave you six fifty rupees and fifty paisa for paying the grocery bills. You spent about four hundred eighty rupees in that and then bought this worthless tea cups in one hundred twenty rupees. Do you think these were at all necessary ?”

“Tea cups were all broken now. They were made of mud not of steel so that they will remain intact for 100 years.”

“Shut up you dirty whore ! I bought a set of fine coffee mugs from Burdwan, are they vanished ? Or have wings and have gone somewhere ?”

“You use to take them to your shop to drink wine with your clients and the next day your shop worker return them broken.”

“Shut up ! Shut up you dirty slut ! I’ll tear out your tongue if you shout like that !”

“What have I done ? You did everything and now shouting at me.”

“I’ll do whatever I wish to do. It’s all my money. I’ll kill everybody who will make a wastage of my hard-earned money …. .”

Father was too suspicious. I knew the issue was not only about money. The relation between them has gone into a dark end from where there was no return. I noticed the pain of my mother. I noticed while she wept in her room shutting the door. The main thing was that my father was getting so harsh on her, no wife could bear. He used to pin point her lacking only and used to overlook her care and efficiency at home management. It seemed that he was unhappy with my mother’s everything.

Often I saw him to throw out his breakfast thali out of the room in dissatisfaction, which my mother prepared for him in the morning.

I could hear his shout, “Huh ! Is this the food of a human being or a street dog ! Don’t ever learnt to cook a food properly still now !”

My mother got almost used to it. That was nothing new. She had an immense ability to bear harsh words. Unlike an ordinary house-wife she had some extra level of patience I wonder. My father used to say dirty abusive words whatever comes in his mind every now and then even before me.

But with all these, I could not say they had no physical relation. My father was a powerful person and I knew he always tried to dominate my mother physically. They may not have love within, but my father was such a shameless person, other than bedtime intimacies he used to hug or molest my mother whenever he wanted to, even before me. He always tried to dominate that female (my mother) with his male instinct.

Some afternoon when I and my father sat for lunch in the table and my mother was serving the food from kitchen, I saw him to pull her anchal (pallu) to drag her nearer. He pulled her hard and she could not keep her balance. She dropped her bowl full of hot dal on the floor, got into my father’s lap. He laughed, “O Malini, you have no control over yourself !”

He without a shame pulled her saree knot from waist and removed her saree out of her body !

“Eeeeessh E Maaaa, chi chi ! What are you doing !” She tried to resist. Tried to cover herself from the male eyes.

O God ! She had such a nice and full grown body ! The plumpness of a full matured woman ! She was now only in her blouse and petticoat !

“O my darling Malini”, my father caught hold her tightly and kissed on her face, “You are looking hot today !”

My father was so dominant, he was moving his greedy hands allover her beautiful body. He moved his fingers over the blouse lining and below it. My mother could not object too much. I was just before her, seeing her in this condition.

He was a shameless freak and without any haste was caressing and fondling my mother’s soft and heavy breasts of the size of big juicy mangoes over her blouse. It seemed he was crushing them in a juicer to bring out all juices. He was making the intimate play just in front of me. I was taking my food, could not leave the table hungry.

My father was taking the taste in other way. He tried to unhook my mother’s blouse and she cried out in embarrassment, “No no no … please ! Our son is watching everything ! Please please leave me now !”

I could see my mother’s problematic face while my father was doing this. My father was enjoying her trouble, “What No no no ? I am your husband and I can do anything to you !”

He looked into my face and said, “And what about Binu, … he is a male also. Just like me. What so shame before him !”

Mother was trying to get rid of the situation, “He is my Son for God’s sake … I’m his Mother ! Please leave me … I beg you !”

“Ha ha ha … What so bad about it ? He will also get married one day and has to keep control on his wife. ”

My father was enjoying her helplessness. To make her situation more problematic he tried to lift her petticoat in front of me ! He was such a shameless devil ! His fingers tried to reach her feminine spot underneath the petticoat !

“E Maa ! Noooo !” She got terribly embarrassed before me. He pulled her petticoat to her knees, she tried to pull down, “E Maaa ! It’s so embarrassing ! … No no no !”

When she felt she could not fight with him she covered her face and shouted at me, “Hey Binu, what are you watching about elders sitting here ! Can’t you leave the place if your meal is complete !”

I felt I got into a wrong situation, “Errrr yes Maa.”

“Go away and leave us alone !”

I had to leave the lunch table to wash my hands.

It was not the incident of a single day. My father used to hold her breasts and fondle before me while watching a TV cricket match or caress or slap her huge butts and thighs while watching a Cinema. I saw many times, my father was playing with her body over her clothes and she was enjoying it. It seemed that, in the loveless life my mother started to think my father’s shameless irritating actions as a type of love and got ready to accept all his tortures on her.

But else than physical side, my father was too far from any mental satisfaction or responsibility about her. It seemed he enjoyed to abuse her always, as if she was some slave bound to his service. And my mother never objected to it. Whenever he threw his food out of the room, without a word she picked it up and cleaned the floor, as if nothing has happened.

Kalna is a place well known for rice market all over West Bengal and India. Here paddy grows three times a year and is called the granary of West Bengal. Since my father’s business was running very good and he had greater demand from customers, even from Patna, Ranchi or Kolkata he was extremely confident and proud person. He used to rebuke other businessmen and shopkeepers who had shops around and nearby his shop in the market for their low business profit. He thought his shop was the best supplier in Kalna market and he would continue his monopoly forever.

But the Goddess of luck didn’t favour on a single person for longer time. No one can predict her nature. Soon, a big dealer came in Kalna market, may be backed by the multi crore finance of a big multi-national company and opened about 16 outlets allover Burdwan district. In Kalna itself they opened about three outlets where high quality rice started to sell at a moderately lower price than my father’s rate. It was a premium quality grain with nice packaging. As a result, most of my father’s regular customers now turned to those outlets and stopped purchasing from my father.

The problem was that, my father could not lower his rate for longer time to compete with them as it resulted in no profit margin in his business. A huge load of loss came over him and he failed to make it up.

By some sources my father got to know that, the company outlets opened at Kalna were regulated by Mr. Dinesh Chatterjee, a close relative of my mother. He got to be my mother’s maternal uncle by some relations. This news made my father more furious and angry.

Returning home he started scolding my mother with abusive words. She didn’t responded and kept quiet. Her silence made him more restless. He entered the kitchen and started beating my mother ruthlessly with a heavy piece of wood.

He pulled her out by her hair and started hitting her allover her body.

I heard it and rushed to the kitchen. I saw my father was out of control and he was hurling the wood in the weak areas of my mother. With a heavy hit at her crown, soon blood came out oozing !

She screamed in pain and fear, “Oooo Maaa Ooooh ! O my God ! Don’t beat me …. Don’t beat me please !”

He shouted in anger, “You all are my enemies ! Your Dinesh mama has come to engulf my business ! I’ll spare no one …. I’ll kill you all !”

I’ve not seen my father so enraged before. I was just a school boy. I could not have enough courage to stop my father. He was beating my mother for no reason. Her uncle had opened a shop and she was giving the cost. I could not stay silent now. It felt that if I stay silent, some fatal could happen to my mother. I have to save her by anyway. I ran out of home and went out to call my neighbors. Some elderly as well as some strong guys were playing carom at nearby club. They heard the thing and they rushed towards our home to help my mother.

My mother was bleeding and her whole face was covered by blood. Seeing this the neighbors soon rushed over my father to stop him. They grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away from my mother.

My father was so furious that he broke their barrier and again started to hit my mother at her legs and her waist, “You think your neighbours will save you out from me ! Ha ha ha … No no no … I’ll kill you, bitch !”

She cried in pain, “O God ! Save me …… Oooooo Maaa Go ! Mere fello go !”

He was shouting like a blood-thirsty monster. He was out of control. Now my neighbors started to hit my father from all sides. They hit him hard on his stomach and his private area and he lost his breath for some time. As he got weak another person hit his face from right side. He lost his balance and slipped on the drawing room floor. Then they dragged him out of the house and started beating here and there. My father was getting a public treatment and I am not bothered. I rushed towards my mother.

“Maa….”

My mother was bleeding from her crown injury. She could not speak anything. I grabbed her by both of my hands and lifted her from the ground. I washed her wound with dettol, but the blood was not stopping. I tied a cloth with cotton over there and took her to nearby hospital for medical attention.

The hit was hard. The skin of that area has got torn and crushed by heavy wood.

I begged the doctor in surgery ward, “Sir, please save my mother … she is seriously injured.”

Doctor checked her injury and got shocked to see its violence, “Her crown has got almost crushed by a hammer ! O my God ! How this happened ?”
“It’s a long story. Please save my mother first.”

“Okay, don’t panic. I’ll see what I can do.”

Doctor took my mother in a surgery cabin and she was to give six stitches over her crown. The wound was deep. She was given painkiller injection to get relief. I was praying for her to God sitting outside.

Looking at the seriousness of injury Doctor refused to let her go home. She needed some special care. She was kept admitted in the hospital for the day and I stayed in the outdoor waiting for her. I decided to return only with her in active condition. The next day morning I went to see her in the female ward. She was taking tea on her bed. Her crown was covered with a wide wrap of bandage.

As I went near her, she asked me, “Have you taken food ?”

I nodded my head. It was not my problem at that time. I was eager to know her condition.

“How are you feeling now ?”

She answered in a low voice, “It is still giving pain.”

“Will take some time.”

“I want to go home.”

“I don’t know, I have to ask the Doctor.”

She was a village lady. She didn’t like to come to hospital or show doctors in usual. But this was a serious case and she needed some exceptional attention and treatment.

She said, “You are so smart and good boy. I am so lucky to get you as my son, Binu.”

I said, “I’m also lucky to get such a mother like you.”

“Can you please give me the bedpan ? It is just below the bed. I need to do some urination.”

I bowed down and brought the plastic bed pan to her. But now she had to place it below her saree and so need to lift it. I was going to leave the place. My mother hold my hand, “Don’t go please.”

I hesitated. She said, “I have no shame before you. Can you please place it under my saree at proper place ?”

I fumbled, “Errr But … .”

“What are you thinking so much ? I got the pressure. I need to urinate. Just place it now.”

She intentionally was saying it to me. There was not much visitors around. In the A block she was the only patient. So, there was no fear of other people. I took the bed pan and lifted her blue saree and black petticoat. My mother parted her legs on two sides. I lifted it up to her knee and by lifting it I could see her soft and delicate female organ ! O God ! I was watching my mother’s cunt ! It was a little furry, but the skin was shining and dark brown chocolaty. I placed the pan just below her cleavage. I could see the urinary opening with a pink appearance at the upper side of cleavage.

“Can you see it clearly now ? If the pan is not placed in right position all my urine will drench this bed sheet.” She asked.

I said, “It is dark under your saree. But I think I have placed it right.”

She smiled, “So, you can not see it properly and you have to see it in light ?”

I nodded my head.

“You seemed to me more clever than I thought.”

My mother lifted her saree and petticoat upwards above her pubis area to give full exposure of the organ at light. She smiled and said, “Now see this ! You dirty boy ! Mother is showing you her secret cave !”

Oooh ! What a look ! My mother’s genitalia was fully exposed in light !

I placed the pan exactly below the urinary opening and said, “Now it is alright.”

She started to urinate and noticed my eagerness to watch it. She sat on the bed pan and the gushing stream came out of her furry cleavage into the pan hole. She smiled at me, “Ki dekhchis ?” Or “What are you looking at ?”

I said, “You are so beautiful and hot.”

“Don’t say words of your father. Say something else.”

“It seemed as if you are urinating like a male and your urine has such a strong scent. It determines how passionate and sexy you are !”

“You are so dirty, but I love you looking at me.”

As if she was enjoying watching me looking at her genitalia and passing urine.

The news spread like fire and it reached my mother’s paternal house in the morning. My Dadu (Grand father), Dida (Grand mother) and Dinesh dadu came to hospital to meet my mother. They were advising to launch a Police FIR against my father, but my mother refused. My Dadu wanted to take her with him, but this time also she didn’t give any decision.

She was relieved from the hospital at afternoon. I asked her if she wanted to go her husband’s house or her father’s, she answered her husband’s. She was a strong woman by will and was not ready to leave the husband’s place so easily. But I was afraid, the thing was not as earlier now. My father got mad and furious and since he was beaten up by the neighbors due to his wife’s cause he must be waiting for a chance to hit her again to take revenge.

Dinesh dadu was the cause behind all this incident. Still he came to pick my mother from hospital and drop at home. She hesitated at first. But he insisted so much, she could not refuse. He promised not to enter the street and leave her at the crossing. I knew, she was trying to avoid any further problem.

The trauma of the incident was so hard that she was shivering in the month of May while she sat beside me in the car. When we came back to our neighborhood it was already evening. Dinesh dadu left us at the crossing and we headed towards our home.

Reaching home we saw, the door was locked. As we asked our neighbor Kamala aunty, she said my father fled away from the area yesterday and still has not return. So, she locked the door by herself. She handed us the key for the lock.

My mother was too exhausted. She wanted to take a bath and change the hospital clothes. In village, touch of any hospital is thought to be very impure as surgeries and child birth takes place over there. So, people believe to wash themselves properly returning from a hospital. My mother took some fresh clothes and went into the bathroom.

I was also exhausted. I left my clothes, washed my face, hands, legs properly, wrapped a towel at waist and sat under the fan. It was too hot outside. It was 7:30 in the evening. Suddenly, I heard a terrible shriek from the bathroom.

“Ooooooh ! Mere fello go !”

The bathroom door was locked. It was certainly my mother ! But who was there else than her ?

I rushed there and shouted, “What happened, Maa ?”

No one answered. A sound of thud and struggling was heard inside. I could hear the tap water flowing out. I sensed the danger. My mother was wounded and very weak. She was not in a condition to face another torture.

“Maa … .”

I called again, “Are you ok there ?”

No answer came from inside the bathroom.

A desperate fire made me furious now. Was it my father ? Was it he again ? …. What he thought of him ? Was he a God or something near to God ? It’s disgusting !

I could not keep my patience. The door was locked inside. I pushed the bathroom door with my pressure. With first two heavy thrust it got loosened. And with a third high pressure thrust the steel lock was broken and the door got opened with a thud !

I rushed inside. O God !
I saw the tap was open. The plastic bucket toppled down and it was kicked aside. And at the corner of the bathroom I saw the tall male body of my father ! ….. O God ! From where he had come inside ? I looked at the bathroom window. It was broken. May be he was here before mother entered bathroom. He was waiting for her.

“Eeeek eeeheee ….” A dumb sound came out of my mother’s throat !

My father got her again. He was desperate to take revenge on her. He grabbed the neck of my mother and trying to crush her windpipe ! I knew how dangerous he could be. He was sounding like a wild beast, pressing the full nude body of my mother at the corner wall ! She was helpless and could not move.

I had no extra time. I jumped on him and hurled a heavy boxing over his face from right side. But still he was intact. I again hit him from the left side and again on the right side. I knew he was injured at the stomach due to yesterday’s public treatment. I by all my power hurled a heavy knock at the middle of his stomach !

He gasped, “Uggggh !” And fell down on the floor holding his painful stomach. By the moment I hurled another blow straight on his nose. His nose got broken and started bleeding instantly.

I hold the hand of my nude mother and pulled her out of his domain. Her clothes and towel were all on the other side. So, could not manage to get them now. I dragged her nude out of the bathroom and locked the bathroom from outside. The inside bathroom lock was broken. I applied the outside lock and also brought a heavy iron chain with a heavy Navtaal used to chain rice sacs on the truck to put extra bindings on the door.

My mother’s got reddened due to increased blood pressure in facial and neck veins. She was running out of breath for some long minutes. It was a do or die situation. Her neck muscles were trying to come in normal condition now. She was coughing, “O Maaa go ! O Maaa go ! …… Oooooh!”

I said, “Calm down. Don’t get afraid.”

She was gasping, “Nooooh, I can’t believe him now ! Ooooooh ! …… He wants to kill me !”

She was nude, without dress and standing in front of me ! Confused and fussed she got terribly frightened due to this incident.

I tried to assure, “I’ve locked him inside. He will not do anything now.”

She was not ready to take any argument, “No no no, I don’t believe him at all !”

I said, “Go to your room and get dressed.”

“No, I’ll go nowhere without you … .”

She was nude and bare. She was my own Mother … the woman who gave me birth ! The woman who brought me up ! The woman who is so affectionate and caring ! … I could see her curvy and voluptuous body in the dinning space light. Her bulging lofty mangoes shining and undulating, so restless. Always tilting left and right like clock pendulum. Her dark brown nipples were big and prominent, protruding erect like some pin pointed spears. Ooooh, they are so erect and sensuous !

Her valley of belly, with a pit of navel spreading the melting tone of serenity around her waist. She looked so protruding, so creamy and heavy at her waist, the softy curves rolling down near the honey pot between the legs. The dark mysterious mound in between … her heavy and well built thighs. Oh, she was so attractive and sexy. I have not seen her in this undressed condition ever before.

I seemed as if I was dreaming. I could not move my eyes from her for some minutes. She watched me looking at her.

“Binu …”

“Hmmm ?”

“You are seeing your own mother naked !”

She took my hand and placed it over her bulging breast. Oh God ! She got so desperate and passionate. He pressed my palm over her softies and asked, “How you feel now ?”

I looked at her precious belongings and glistening body with a gorgeous appearance. Even at her age she could make any school guy perverted and mad about her.

I replied without hesitation, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in this World. You are like a Goddess to me.”

She smiled, “Really ?”

“No doubt about it.”

“Do you like me, my child ?”

“Yes, Maa.”

I could not dream ever what happened now. It was beyond my expectations. She started to unbutton my shirt and at last pulled it out of my shoulders. She pulled out my vest. She kissed me on my chest and sucked my male nipples. She licked my areolas with her wet greedy tongue. Oooh it was so terrific ! I got aroused like a steel rod !

She was acting like a real Sex Goddess. She said with a confident voice, “Then I want to take some promise or oath from you. Since you think me your Goddess, I hope you will keep your words.”

“Of course, Maa.”

She paused for a while and asked me, “Could you do anything I say ? Good or Bad ?”

“Anything, whatever you say.”

“Can you follow all my instructions without question ?”

“Yes, Maa.”

“You saw, your father treated me so bad as I was like his pet dog. He scolded me, beat me, tortured me whenever he wanted and I had nothing to do.”

She was tortured and humiliated in front of me many times. The picture of father molesting my mother in front of me came to my mind and it induced a feeling of unexpected excitement inside my pants and my thing started to grow in thought of physical exposure. She noticed it soon. She said, “You know how painful it was !”

She lowered her hand between my legs and got her hand on my plunging erection. She started to crush and fondle it over my pants. Her feminine palm generated an electrifying effect through my body and I almost lost my balance.

She asked again, “You know the pain isn’t it ?”

I said, “I know it Maa.”

Now what she said was something out of my thoughts. She was again and again humiliated by my father and now was her turn. She said, “We will act like husband wife and will do a sexual act in front of this door. Your father is locked inside and can hear everything going on here. Your father molested me a number of times in front of you and now I will molest his thoughts in front of this bathroom door.”

“What ?” I was stunned at her idea.

“Yes, you moan as louder as you can and I will also to make him understand what we are doing in front of this bathroom door !”

I got overwhelmed at her decision. I dreamt of her but never thought this could be possible ever in my life. Now she is insisting me to do it. This was to punish my father and giving a sense how it feels to lose dignity and self respect ! His property his wife will be molested and fondled by his son in front of him ! He was a financial person and the loss of belonging would certainly make him mad !

“Come on, my child ! Get ready for the action !”

She was the Goddess now. My pants got unzipped and my underwear got pulled down my knees. I got a sensation of bare manhood growing between my legs. It was so terrible.

“Oh dear, you a big belonging ! It will feel so nice to play with such a big thing !”

It seemed she was using erotic languages intentionally. She caught hold my thing and started rubbing the foreskin up and down the muscular rod. Her slender and expert fingers started moving along my shaft giving a turbulent action. She masturbated my rod for ten minutes then started to lick it with her wet tongue. She licked the thing up to down and then engulfed the whole into her mouth. She started to suck it in her hot and wet mouth.

I got a shivering sensation in strong suction. I moaned loudly, “Oooh Oooh Maa, Oto jore Chuso na … Sab beriye jabe !” It means in Bengali, “Oooh Oooh Mother, Don’t suck so hard … Or I will be finished !”

As I moaned, soon I heard a loud shout behind the bathroom door, “Hey you bastard Binu ! What are you doing with your Mother !”

I moaned louder and said, “Oooh Oooh she is sucking my cock, Baba (Father).”

He started hitting the bathroom door, “Chere de, Tor make chere de bolchi harami kuttar bachcha ! Berote parle toke aami khun kore debo !”

In Bengali it means, “Leave her, Leave your mother alone you son of a bitch ! I will kill you definitely if I can get a way out of here !”

I knew, the bathroom window was about above six feet height and once a person could came in from the outside water tank elevation of six feet, but no one can get out of that window jumping such a height again. It was literally impossible.

My mother said, “Don’t listen to him, Binu. He was my ex-lover and you are my present. You love me as I am forever yours, darling.”

Father got more furious, “I will kill you dirty slut ! You are really a Sonfucker ! I will kill you all !”

My mother laughed and said, “That torturing dog has gone mad, you lick my female hole, Binu. It feels so-o-o- go-o-o-o-d !”

She laid down on the floor and parted her legs. She was in a welcoming mood. I put my mouth down her privacy and licked her honey pot with lust. It tasted so good. The smell of her feminine hole flickered the fire of irresistible passion in me.

Mother started moaning, “Oooo Ooohuuu ! O Maa go ! Aaaah What are you doing Oooooh !”

I licked her juicy pussy lips and chocolaty pulps.

“Oooosh oooo Don’t hurry, Son ! It’s alright …. Oooosh Ooooooh !” She moaned louder and louder as my tongue started playing with her inside flesh.

Moved my tongue over her pink headed clitoris and her deep urinary aperture. She had a dense and intoxicating smell that made me hot in few seconds.

She was also shivering in hard passion. I could not resist myself. I felt the wetness rolling from her hole and got ready for the encounter. I put myself between her sexy legs and targeted at her pussy opening. I entered her with a deep penetration and I pressed my thing more and more inside her.

“Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Push More Binu ! You’ve done it !”

My mother’s affectionate voice made me more perverted and indulging in her sexy smell. I kissed her and entered her more deeper. She parted her legs a bit more to let me come inside. She was such a Sex Goddess !

“Ooooh ooooH Fuck me ! Ooooh Oooh Fuck me hard !” She moaned in pleasure.

The sound of hitting got almost restless behind the door as if it can break the strong chain and heavy lock I have applied on the door chain. My father was losing his beloved wife in the hands of his son and the belonging was changing hands.

My mother moaned in passion, “Oooooo Ooooh You’re so good, Binu ! Oooooh That’s why I love you so-o-o much !” The wet and hot muscles inside her hole felt so good and welcoming to me. This was the hole by which I came out into this World one day. What a homely feeling !

We played repeatedly and discharged thrice for the first time coitus. Cum spread allover our body and the pungent smell of our genitalia filled the air everywhere. We were so happy, specially my mother. She hugged and kissed me again and again. It was such a heat in ourselves that we clasped with each other and could feel each others heart beat while doing the coitus.

After we are done we decided not to stay here. My mother called my father and said, “We are going from your life forever. Don’t try to find us anymore. We are taking your cash 50 lakhs and jewels that you made for me as our fine. Good bye !”

My father was weeping inside the bathroom. He shouted, “Don’t go ! Don’t go Minati ! I’ll make you two kill on the road… !”

My mother said, “We don’t care what you want to do.”

She said in a sad and painful voice, “You never loved me as a husband but treated like a master as I was like your slave. That’s why you humiliated me as badly and I have to bear it silently. But now I will bear no pain anymore. I am going with my Son forever. He is my true lover and will take care of me. Good Bye and Never meet again !”

Every Mother Has A Day