The ABCs Of Banging Of Your Mom
- 3 years ago
- 11
- 0
The ABCs Of Banging Of Your Mom free porn video
Today too I had to wake up with the irritation of having the wet patch of my boxers sticking to my thigh. Wet dreams are good. Good enough to be enjoyed. But the moment it rains and your urge ebbs, its a downhill from there. And so I rushed to the washroom, my semi erect cock bulging from the sides. Reaching the washroom i jerked down my boxers and stood naked facing the mirror.
I looked at myself in the reflection. Slowly I began stroking my cock, imagining no one but my own mother. Riya. I imagined her kneeling down like my slave, moisting her lips, before gobbling my huge monster. I imagined her sucking my dick like a slut. I began wanking faster. The very thought about my mother sent blood pulsing in the veins of my dick. And why wouldn’t it? She would turn 41 the next month, but still looked like a million bucks.
She had a perfect figure- voluptuous yet slim. Just enough of that extra flesh to make her look even more sexy. Tall at 5’6. Busty with a 36D cup. Perfect round ass. Dark long hair and a face that was more beautiful and fairer than any woman of her age.
Though she looked sexier than an actress on screen, she never wore any revealing cloths when I was around. Sometimes in sari, I’d get a glimpse of her deep cleavage when she bent down or the great view of her waist and her naval. Else is she is wearing a t-shirt, her boobs would accentuate leaving the rest for my imagination.
I came. Again. What an amazing way to start a day.
That’s when I realized I’d make the plan I thought about last night a reality. To fuck my mom in real.
But before I executed it with the zazziness of a teenager I had to consider the obvious flip side to it. What if it didnt work? Or worse, what if it retaliated and I get thrown out? But my dad had always said, “Take the risk. Seize the moment. and you’ll achieve everything.” So I decided to go for it.
My dad is a business man. And most of the times he’d be on business tours to lure poor, naive potential clients into investing in his idea. So that meant the coast was seemingly clear of the watch dog. But the immediate tussle remained- how to seduce my mother?
Art of seduction varies from person to person. From teenage girls to milfs and from the geeky ones to the party hoppers it differs. But this is a whole new ball game. The woman in question is my mother. After pondering for what seemed like half an hour I hit upon an idea. It wasn’t a flaw-less plan. And neither was it safe. But I thought I’d as well try.
A: Aim
I decided to put the seed of lust in her mind. One day when my dad wasn’t around I decided to ask her about sex for the first time. She was taken aback as was expected. But then I pressed. Slowly she yielded in owing solely to my contribution to my sexual education. And even then she refrained from calling pussy a pussy. She called it vagina. Vagina? Eeww. That totally puts off the concept of eroticizing it. But nonetheless she talked. About sex. To her son. THAT made the difference.
In the next few days I kept on asking her about sex and soon she was really comfortable with discussing it with me. But I made sure we do not talk about it when my dad was around. Soon I started dirty talking with her in pretext of sex education. She’d answer a few reluctantly and dismiss the rest.
“Mom I heard about positions being a crucial factor in sex life. Is it true?”
She was cutting vegetables in the kitchen. Thinking about it for a second she said, “Yes. It is.”
I decided to push my luck.
“What’s your favorite position mom?”
She looked at me startled. She didn’t know what to say. She blushed. Flustering she said, “I don’t know. Gosh! You ask too many questions on sex ed. Don’t you have doubts on other subjects too?”
I laughed at her comment like old times. And acted like a kid like old times. And hugged her tightly. Just like old times. But now times have changed. So I poked my dick slightly at her ass. I felt her freeze. It was semi erect. And she was wearing a normal night gown. She definitely felt my monster stirring awake. I felt her breathing becoming heavy and her body stiffen. I unclasped my grip. And I went leaving the storm to brew up in her belly.
In the next couple of days I increased my physical contacts with her. For no reason altogether I hug her. I would find excuses to kiss her. And slowly I began to linger my lips on her face normal than usual. And when and if she asked why such a sudden change of attitude I would proudly say,
“Because you are such a loving and caring mother. I just felt I never appreciated you well.”
Soon the reasons became more and more flirtatious.
“Because you look really beautiful.”
Or, “Because I’ve never seen a woman with such a dressing sense. Thought I’d as well compliment her.”
Thus I found ways to compliment my mother. For no apparent reason than to be honest once in while.
Slowly days wore away and I began taking my kisses to more and more sensual zones. Like the nape of her neck when I hug her from behind. Or near her chin, closer to her neck. Or breathing near her ear in pretext of telling her a secret. And all the while she never stopped. We also started becoming more and more liberal in our talks on sex. Though we never ventured into dirty sex talk, we started with our little sex jokes. She was getting comfortable with my perversions. The seed of lust I sowed was still alive.
B- Bowl.
Now it was time for Act 2. I decided to take it another level. So I decided to start by flashing my boner. Every morning she’d come to my room to give me my cup of coffee. And every morning I had to hide my boner. But not anymore. That day when she came I decided to wear it proudly.
She came to my room and stopped halfway through when she saw the large tent made by erect dick on the boxer. I had flung my blankets purposely and I was lying on the bed eyes partly open, pretending to be asleep. After her initial shock she kept the mug and left the room. But I decided to conduct the same experiment the next day. And the day after. And the day after that. Until one day she kept the mug slowly and carefully, without making a sound, and stood near me for a little while.
She was wearing her night robe. I could make her sexy curves through her body fitting rob itself. Her eyes were fixed on my huge dick. She then did something that proved my litmus test right. She touched my dick. And she gasped. It was rock hard. Then after making sure I was still asleep she crouched down and gently peeled off my boxer. I saw her eyes widen as she saw my dick in its full glory. Her lips were trembling. Her hands shaking. But her eyes were glued onto my dick. Her son’s dick. she quickly put it back and left the room.
But I had you mom. I had you there staring at your son’s dick. You dirty sex hungry mommy. I smiled.
In the following days I made sure my mom saw me masturbate. I’d start wanking with my door left slightly ajar, when I see her coming in my direction. In the first few days she simply went off to another room, but soon she began lingering around my bedroom until one day she stood her, her eyes again fixed right on my cock. With an audience as her I felt proud in wanking, fully aware than she saw me in my sexual frenzy. That day I came buckets. I saw my mom flinch slightly at the sight of my load. Her lips were quivering again. Without her knowledge her tongue swept across her lips.
Then I heard her go to the washroom and she came out only after half an hour. And when she did, she looked exhausted. I knew she was upto. She herself had gone to masturbate. Masturbating about her son. Imagining him fuck her like a slut, she was. Imagining her own son pound all her holes and fill them with his cum. Imagining things only a dirty slut like her would imagine. But that was only a possibility. I still had to do my work to reach perfection.
As days progressed and our mutual hide seek game of me putting on a show went on, she complained of back pain one day. Immediately I offered to massage her which she graciously accepted. It all started with a simple back massage. No sensual, no erotic, just plain back massage. With cloths on. A couple of days later I suggested oil massage. I told her that it would only enhance the fairness of her skin and that it would also reduce the pain. She complied without much hesitation.
So the next day she asked me to come to her bedroom before lunch. Taking a towel and oil I went in. She was wearing a sari. A white sari. Then she did something that made my jaws drop. Facing away from she removed her pallu and threw it on the floor. The side of her boobs were clearly visible that seemed about to pop out from her blouse. And she unhooked her blouse to reveal her almost naked back. Her hair was pulled to the front to allow me to see her sexy voluptuous body. My mother’s body. There was a lacy black bra that jutted out in the scene. But instead of blemishing the heat of the scene it added to the hotness.
Gently I began massaging her back moving slowly to the nape of her neck. I lingered my hands on her neck, gently teasing her, allowing her to get goosebumps. She didn’t complain. I then caressed near her arms almost hinting at her boobs before finally running my finger along her spine until my hands rested on her lower back.
Her ass crack was almost visible. I began to slowly massage her lower back, fully aware that any moment my mom will call it off. But she didn’t. Instead a moan escaped her lips. It was a feeble moan, but loud enough for my ears to detect.
She was getting turned on.
I continued massaging her lower back and moved to her waist where I pressed and pinched her slightly. The way we sat my dick was touching her ass. With all these movements I got a raging erection. So I decided to try my luck and pressed it on her ass gently. She didn’t say anything. I pressed again. Again no reaction. But soon after that my mother got up, thanked me and went out. And I thought my plan had been foiled.
But the very next day she called me again. In the same pose. In the same place. And I massaged her, in the same way. And the day after that. And the day after that. Soon I was regularly massaging my mother’s back every day in the morning. And everyday I’d increase the sensuality of the massage. And everyday my mother would increase the intensity of her moan. And so did my poking of my dick on her ass.
And I knew the day is not far when she would submit herself before her son to be fucked like his sex slave. I knew by now my mother too craved for my dick pounding in her slutty pussy. And we both knew that these massages were just facades of touching each other. And by doing so I was making her wet and she was making me hard.
The seed of lust had germinated in my mother.
C- Catch
One day all three of us- my dad , my mom and I, decided to go for a wedding at a far away place. But our car was stuffed with lots of things. The presents to given away and many other wedding items. that left us not much of a space for my mom and I to sit. In the end it was agreed that my mother would sit on my lap.
“Would that a problem Arun” my mother asked, with a genuine streak of concern.
“No mom.” I lied.
Having my sexy mother sit on my lap wasn’t much of an uncomfort…it just was that it’d be too crowded for me to breathe. I sat in the backseat. Then after loading the car with everything junk my parents considered worthwhile, my mother sat. On my lap.
She was wearing a sari. A kerala sari. But even in that she looked so hot. Her boobs bulged out of her green blouse showing ample cleavage. I knew was wearing tight blouse. And the sari cleaarly showed the right shape of her ass. Big and round. And then it touched my lap. inches away from my crotch. It felt so soft. Immediately I had a boner.
My dad started the car.
“Arun you sure you are okay?”
Ï’m fine mom. Are you alright. With these sudden brakes and dirty road you’ll have a tough time sitting on my lap.”
A sly smile spread her face.
“Then you better hold me.”
I complied to her wish.
I held her on her waist. Partly on her bare body and partly on her sari near her ass.
As the car sped I felt my mother adjusting her position until she was finally sitting on my crotch. The very soft feel of her ass made my semi erect cock to throb with life. Suddenly I realized she started squirming on my dick. Holding on the seat in front she began gyrating on my hard dick. My mother was grinding me. Fucking slut!
Once she gained momentum, she began doing it rapidly. With no shame or regret. Her sexual fervor was catching up and literally started jumping on my dick like a whore and started moaning. With my dad right beside us and if my mother decides to do this, I realized my mom is really slutty. That was more than I could bear. I held her even more tightly. And in the heat of excitement I led my hands explore her soft boobs that bounced along with her.
“What happened Riya?”my dad asked, his eyes fixed on the road.
“Nothing…Just these hard thrusts are making me wild.”
“Oh yeah I know how much you these bums. But I can’t do much dear. You’ll have to sit through it.”
“Yeah…I…I…know…” her voice trailed off.
I pressed my mother’s boobs rough while I thrusted my pelvis up, holding her body down, pining her ass to my dick.
I pressed my face at the nape of her neck and kissed it. She continued to grind. Explicitly. Her ass moving expertly around my dick. I began licking her neck and started sucking it giving her deep love bites on her back.
Meanwhile my mother spread her legs how-much-ever she could and was bouncing like a nasty whore, she was. Soon her body stiffened. And her eyes closed shut. And I knew she was cumming. Watching my mom cum on my knees and that slutty expression on her face made me cum. And I achieved the best ever orgasm.
When we reached the venue, I had a huge stain on my pants, though I somehow managed to cover it. But my mother acted as if nothing happened. She simply adjusted her sari, making her boobs bounce a bit. And I knew she was playing a game on her too.
O- Out
A couple of days later, again my dad was out of town. That morning as usual after my breakfast I was on my laptop, waiting to be called to her bedroom. And as usual she called me at noon. I went in with a towel and oil. But then I stopped rooted to the ground when I went inside.
She was wearing a robe. A satin floral painted robe flowed over her body. Her face glowed. And she looked far more beautiful than on any other day.
“Arun, baby, today I want you to give mommy a nice massage.”
I nodded.
Then without warning, looking straight at me, she undid her robe and removed it. It slid over her body and fell at her feet. She was wearing a black lacy bra and panties. Wow! That was one heck of a move. I stood mesmerized by the beauty of my own mother. She was far more beautiful than I imagined. Her huge melons seemed to pop out of her bra and her curvy figure made me go mad with horny.
She continued to look at me. The she sat again facing away from me. I went and sat next to my semi naked mom. Today her ass crack was clearly visible. I began massaging her nape. The I lingered around her waist and I proceeded to her ass crack. I gently touched around it. She trembled. Then I started caressing the sides of her boobs, gently. Very gently. She moaned.
After some time I told her I should massage her hands too. So she turned around. Her huge boobs shaking on movement. She continued staring at me. There was a burning desire in her eyes that craved for the forbidden union with her son. I massaged her shoulders and moved to the huge mounds of her boobs. But I didnt remove them. They glistened of oil. and then I smeared oil all over her stomach and massaged around her navel. Her breathing became labored. But she continued staring at me. I massaged her stomach until I reached her panties. Now I slowed my pace.
“Mommy can I massage your legs too?”
She didn’t say anything. Her tongue flicked out and wet her lips. That looked so hot.
I crouched down her legs and began applying oil to her feet and started massaging her. Starting from the feet to her calves to her knees. Soon I was kneeling in between her legs. I began massaging her thighs. She looked at me with that same sultry silent expression. I applied a bit of force on her thighs to part them.
She bit her lips.I began massaging her thighs. Then she spread her legs further allowing me to go near her crotch. I started massaging her inner thighs. Slowly and seductively. A loud moan escaped my mothers mouth. And I spotted a small wet spot on her panties. Her body trembled. She was still looking at me.
Looking at her, I led my fingers to touch on the creases of my mother’s panties. Her breathing became very laboured. She began heaving her boobs. I ran my fingers along her panty, staring at her. I was raging hard.
“Do you want me to massage here as well mommy?”
“Oh my god….baby…” She once bit her lip and stared without saying anything.
“Do you mommy?”I asked, my fingers rapidly flickering in and out of her pussy, this time with a streak of authority. My dominant self was coming into picture.
“Uh-huh…”
“Very well then.”
I peeled off the clothing very gently. And I marvelled at the sight my mother gave me. Her pussy was clean shaved. I pushed my finger into her cunt. Oh! It was so wet! It was dripping.
“You really wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you mom?” I asked tasting her juice.
I realized I was becoming more and more wild.
Apart from “Oh my god” She didn’t respond. Just kept her finger between her teeth, trying not to scream. I asked again. Louder this time.
“Yes.” she admitted faintly.
“Say it louder mom.”
I repeated again louder.
“Yes I want you to fuck me baby.”
I smiled wickedly.
“You are such a slut, mom” I pushed my finger into her cunt. It was already dripping with juices.
She moaned. I pushed more fingers into her pussy and soon I was finger fucking her rough.
My mother couldnt bear the excitement. She began screaming like a slut. And she came on my hands heavily.I drank all her juices and began licking her pussy.
Like a savage I flickered my tongue into her pussy and and started tongue fucking her. Then I decided to eat her cunt out. Like a beast I began sucking in her pussy. She started screaming again.
“Oh…oh my!!! Eat my pussy! Eat it baby…eat mommy’s pussy…aaah!”
Then making her roll on her back I spanked her ass. she winced. I spanked her again. She squirmed. Gaping the asscheeks wide open I flickered my tongue into her asshole. I licked the entire length of her asshole. By now she was moaning like a whore.
“Mommy wants to taste your dick now baby…mommy wants to suck it.” she plead.
I’d never thought I’d see her so slutty. I directed my mother who was on all fours to my huge dick. Like a slut she gobbled it and started sucking it like a filthy slut. As she began licking and sucking my cock, I began pulling her hair. I slapped her.
“Tell me you are my slut from now, aren’t you mom?” I asked holding her by her hair and bringing her face out of my cock.
“Ah….uhm…yes…”
“Yes what?” I demanded.
“I’m your…slut..baby”
I smiled. “Then open your mouth mommy.”
Knelt down. Facing me. She opened her mouth wide. Like a slut. And I spat into her mouth. And she swallowed t. Like a slut.
“Now suck my cock mom”
She started sucking sucking it vigorously, using her hands, lips, tongue and mouth. Spitting on my cock every now and then. Then she took the entire rod in her mouth and began deepthroating me. Fuck!
My mother was becoming my whore on all levels. And I was becoming her master. Watching my mom act like this made me really horny. So much so I was confused what to do with her body. She was on her four and was sucking my cock like a slut. That was all it took me to explode into her mouth. I held her head tightly against my balls and came in her mouth.
My cum and her saliva dripped from her mouth. But looking at me, she swallowed it. A seductive smile on her lips. She wiped the stain from her lips and began licking from my cock.
“Dessert before lunch is what I really like.” she smiled, seduction and naughtiness mingled together.
“Oh! Mommy I so want to fuck you raw” I said stroking her face.
“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me rough. Treat me like your slut. Fill me with all your cum, you dirty boy. Show your nasty mommy how badly you want her pussy.”she screamed, her smile meeting a devilish seduction. She was still horny. Very horny.
I held her by her hair and pulled her near me. Our faces were closing in. Breathing becoming labored again. But soon the door bell rang. We stopped.
The it rang again, in a series of ringing.
“Riya? You there?”
The bell rang again.
“Arun?”
Another series of ringing. We looked at each other. Dad was home.
Uma
- 27.11.2020
- 7
- 0
- Category:
- Incest
Banging my Muslim mom
- 3 years ago
- 8
- 0
Brother s Incestous Bet Chapter 7 Sister Helps Breed Mom
- 3 years ago
- 48
- 0
