An Incest Saga – Part II free porn video
Hi friends this is Dingdon from Raipur, Chattisgarh and thanks for your response this is the second part of the story AN INCEST SAGA. Hope you all will like it please do comment on it, it will encourage me and also will help me to improve my writing.
Over the rest of the week, our hugs became more frequent, and my caresses on her mid-riff while we used to hug …….. was longer, more stronger …. And she never stopped me.
More than once she caught my eyes on her cleavage, her belly, and she never stopped me.
She still got teary eyed when she spoke of my father and his behavior, and when I consoled her (by hugging her and caressing her hair and back) she would hug me back even more strongly and during these time I would get aroused – and my manhood would harden and I am sure she felt it. Again she never stopped me.
Friday evening. I asked took her out for a movie. It was so nice to walk holding hands (it was she who took my hands in hers). She loved the outing, loved it when I took her to a fashion store and insisted she but a new dress. I managed to make her get a new black fashion saree.
As we were coming out she said “Why waste so much money Prakash?”
“Come on Amma”
“I will never be able to wear this back home, you father does not like these”
“Don’t wear for him”
“Then” she looked at me, we were in the lift going down to the car park
“Wear when you are here??”
“For you”
“Yes”
She smiled.
The next day I took her out to a temple in the morning. She was wearing a traditional cotton saree, and even in the temple, I could not but help but keep staring at her. She looked divine. She was my Godess.
She held my hands as we walked back to the car.
“What were you praying for Amma” I asked, “you were there for a long time”
“I was praying for you, and thanking the lord for making you so successful, and thanking Him for giving me you”
My eyes watered. I was helpless.
“Oh Ma” I said holding her hands and squeezing them.
Her eyes were also wet. “Prakash, my son”
I wiped my eyes
“I should be the one to pray Amma” I said opening the car door.
We drove back in silence lost in our thoughts.
I could not sleep that night. Dreams about her were beginning to haunt me more.
The next day again we went out; doing some random shopping and I drove her to a quite park outside the city, where we walked hand in hand….. talking and just loving the feeling of togetherness. Amma was wearing a cotton kurta and pyjama, with a nice woolen stole. While I was not able to steal glances at her skin very much, still I was treated more than once to the beauty of her body, especially the magnificent thrust of her bosom, which her stole could not hide always. But these thoughts were overshadowed by my feeling of love and the easy and intimate conversations we were having.
Once we reached home and finished dinner, my mother said that she wanted to watch a movie on my huge LED TV. I had changed into shorts and t shirt. I set-up the blue ray player and waited for her to come after changing.
She came back and she had changed to a simple light blue cotton saree. She was wearing a dark blue blouse and the contrast made her look lovely. She had quickly made some more coffee and as I saw her coming towards me, he saree shifted a bit and again I saw her navel. I felt my cheeks start to get hot again.
“I thought you will like the coffee”?
“Yes yes” I smiled.
“Do you care what we watch?”
“Pick something good, that’s all,” she replied.
“Oh Amma. What a vague request.”
She laughed.
I picked out a romantic comedy, which I knew she would like. I turned off the lights, and started the movie. We sat on the couch, our sides touching, and soon Amma had snuggled upto me, her head on my shoulders. It was so wonderful. I could feel the soft pressure of her breasts on my left arm.
The movie was a good one, and we laughed for the next half hour.
Suddenly Amma turned to me and said, “I just want you to know that this feels really good, being here with you. With my Kannna” She put her head on my shoulder.
I don’t know what happened in my head, but I just blurted out, “I’d like a motherly hug, Amma.”
“Ohhhh,” she cooed, and she lifted her right arm and put it behind me. “Come here, my baby”. Her pallu fell of as she did this, and she did not even bother to pull it back.Every nerve in my body was on fire. It was not right ….. , and yet it was beautiful. It felt so right as long as I didn’t think about what I was doing. I leaned in toward her, and my mother put her arm over my shoulder and drew my head down to her chest.
“Oh Amma,” I sighed as my face was pressed against her cleavage and upper chest. I could feel the gentle swell of her boob underneath my chin, and I put my right arm around her stomach and slid my left arm behind her so that I was encircling her plump body. My right hand was on her side at her waist, and she lifted her left hand and stroked the back of my head.
“I love you so much baby,” she said comfortingly. “I am so proud of you, Kanna. Amma’s is so happy here. I just want you to be with me like this.” She kept repeating those kinds of things as she ran her fingers through my hair and her right hand patted me gently on my back. I turned my head a little so that my left cheek was against her chest pushing into the pudding-like softness of her breast, and I began to rub my right hand back and forth on her waist, which was now naked as her pallu had fallen off, moving it in small circles over her stomach, and then pulling softly but firmly on her lower back with the other. Her breathing got heavier, and her fingers tightened on the back of my head, pushing me down “accidentally” just a little. As she did, my face was directly over her cleavage!, and I realized that I could see the patterns of her brassiere.. My fingers tightened on her back and I pulled against her, snuggling into her.
“Oh, Amma,” I murmured. “Oh, Amma.”
“Shhhhh,” she urged, and she moved her right hand in circles on my back. She leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and then her left hand pulled my head more tightly against her. As she did, my head slid downward, until my mouth and nose were touching the very tip of her breasts over her blouse. She continued rubbing my head, and as she did, I pulled my right hand back until it was moving around over her stomach, and I began to make larger circles with it, moving my palm all the way down to where her stomach bent in toward her groin, and then back up until on one pass I felt a heavy pressure against my thumb, and I knew I had touched the base of her left breast.
This was crazy! What was I doing? My conscious mind reasserted itself suddenly and I wanted to pull away. This was so wrong. But I was getting turned on, and my hunger for a loving touch overrode that shamed part of myself, and I snuggled myself even more tightly up to my mother, smoothing my right hand up over her stomach until I could feel it pushing underneath her heavy tit. My mother gasped then.
“Oh, Kanna, My baby boy,” she said, and her arm tightened on my back and her fingers splayed themselves across the back of my head, and my head moved down even more. I turned my face to the left slightly as she did so, and my lips were over the protrusion caused by her nipples!. OH GOD…..
I don’t know why but I was suddenly afraid of where this was going. I tried to move back as I started feeling how her nipples were under her blouse and bra.
My cock had hardened so much that it hurt and I was afraid she will notice.
“It’s okay, baby,” she burbled. “Amma has you. Amma’s here, baby.”
I pulled her against me with my left arm, and my face moved slightly upward until my lips and nose were just barely touching the soft skin of her cleavage. “Oh, Amma,” I moaned, “I love you.”
“Oh baby, I love you too.”
My right hand seemed to have a life of its own. This entire time it had been moving down over her stomach, and then down to her waist, then around out over her wide hip, and back up the stomach until I was almost but not quite cupping the curve of her breast in my hand, and then down again. Over and over in one big circle of heat and love and touch, I paused for a second, feeling the last cry of my worried mind fade, and then I slid my right hand down my mother’s hip until it was cupped almost on her butt, and then I pulled her against me as I snuggled toward her, and then my lips touched her nipples over her blouse and a fire shot through me.
“Oh baby,” my mother murmured, and she shivered. Her fingers tightened against the back of my head, and then, as we hugged each other tightly on the couch, both of us stopped all our movement. Her hand continued to exert pressure with her fingers on the back of my head, and my face slowly pushed harder and harder against the puddingy softness of her breast. She was breathing very heavily now, and as we stayed frozen in our mother-son cuddle, her hand continued to draw my lips and face inexorably across her heavy tit.
Slowly, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, my lips moved over her soft, motherly tit-flesh. I heard a loud laugh from the now-forgotten television set. Still more slowly. It was the most exquisitely tantalizing feeling I had ever felt in my life. My own lips pressed against the warm smooth satin of my mother’s boob. I wanted this moment to progress. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted it to end. My cock was more rigid than it had ever been in my life, and it throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I felt it, and then, my mother moved her thighs up as she pulled me to her and her thighs came to rest on my groin, and she also felt it.
She froze. “Prakash” her voice shook.
I looked up. “Amma, I…… I am sorry”
She slowly pushed me off her, her breasts heaving, and I tried not to stare at her body.
She smiled and caressed my face and put a finger on my lips “Don’t, it is ok, I think I will go and sleep now Prakash” she smiled and slowly got up pulling her saree and putting the pallu over her shoulders. And she was gone.
I was too dazed to even masturbate. My entire body was shaking as I lied down and tried to sleep, which came late, and was again full of dreams… of her.
The next morning I awoke feeling great, until the memory of what had happened the night before shot into my mind. I blushed lying there in my bed, and I wondered how I would ever face my mother. Perhaps I could just stay in bed, plead sickness. What was I thinking, forcing myself on my mother?
But then I remembered how she had enjoyed it too, and even though I was embarrassed, I figured I would just try to deal with the situation as best I could.
As I lay there, trying to plan my reaction, I could hear my Amma humming happily. She was in the kitchen, and I could hear the water turning on and off, and then the smell of breakfast cooking filled my nostrils. “I will face this as it comes, worst case, I will have to get her a flight back home today” I thought to myself, and I got up and pulled on the t-shirt and shorts.
I brushed my teeth and then went out into the hall and down to the kitchen.
My mother was standing in front of the sink, washing a pan, and she was still wearing a faded blue nightdress. In the light of the day that streamed in through the window, I could basically see right through it. I could see her wide ass and plump legs, the bulge of flesh at her waist, and then the slight curves of her breasts pushing out the sides of the robe. My cock went rigid immediately, and I almost turned around and walked back into the bedroom, but just then Amma turned her head and smiled at me.
“Good morning, baby,” she said happily. “Did you sleep good?”
“Um, yea,” I answered hesitantly. It looked she wasn’t upset, and in fact she wasn’t even going to mention it. Alright!
“Come give your mother a hug” she said. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her against me in a sort of awkward hug, making sure not to press my stiff penis against her. Amma turned her head the left and then turned her body, too, and I wasn’t quick enough, her generous hip pressed against my leg and then slid over my stiff pole and in that position, with her hip pressed firmly against my groin, she kissed me. Yes, KISSED ME…. something she has never done in the past. It was very quick. Our lips met and I could feel the warmth and softness of them, and I hugged her against me. She pushed her lips hard against mine, and for a moment I thought I could feel her tongue poking between them, touching my lips, but then she pulled away and turned back to the sink.
“What, why are looking surprised she smiled, can’t I kiss my son? ” she said.
I disengaged my arms from around her.
“No, I mean Yes, I …..”
“Sit down,” she smiled, said, “and I’ll serve you breakfast.”
“Yes Amma” I sat.
Being Sunday she asked if we can visit one her college friends who was in Pune. I agreed.
And still acting as if nothing had happened, we went out in my car. Amma was wearing a dark green chiffon saree that looked great on her.
I asked “Why are you not wearing the one I got you?”
“Too fashionable for this trip Prakash” she joked. “May be another day, I promise”.
I got a bit bored at her friends place as they went on talking forever. They ordered food, and it went on till 7 Pm.
When we were driving back she looked at me and said “You are such a darling, I know you were bored still you let me”
I smiled “It is ok Amma, you are seeing your friend after a long time”
Once we reached home, and finished dinner, she came and joined me in the living room. We started talking. She was sitting across me on the couch where we sitting yesterday. She had changed into a night dress. It was a nice one with buttons in the front, two of which we undone, showing her deep cleavage.
Something was preventing us from opening up, and I asked. “Do you want to complete the movie?”
She looked into my eyes. There was something in her eyes. “Why, you don’t want to talk to me?”
“No Amma, I mean yes, I was just”
“You want to watch it?”
“No, not really”
“Then” she asked her eyes boring in to mine. “Come here” she said “You don’t need the movie to sit you’re your Amma”.
I got up and shuffled across trying to hide my arousal. I sat near her. And she moved closer to me and took my hands in her palms and slowly caressed my fingers.
“Don’t think I am angry Prakash, it was nice to hold you, I loved it”
I tried to smile.
“But I don’t want to take all your time like this, you have already done so much for me, giving me the kind of company you father never gave me, but don’t feel compelled to stay home throughout the weekend”
“It is ok Amma”
“Well your girlfriend may not think it is ok”
“I don’t have one Amma”
“Come on” she teased.
“Honestly, never have had one, I was just engrossed in work and any way girls don’t like nerds like me”
She turned around so that her entire left breast was on me and squeezed my hands
“You are not a nerd, you are a very intelligent, very smart, and very good looking young man Prakash”
“Oh Amma, don’t make fun of me”
“No Prakash, I am not, I mean it, and you will one day make a girl very happy, you are so sweet, so patient, and so much fun to be with, like I was saying in the car, you know how to make a lady feel good” she looked so passionate as she said this.
“Oh Amma”. I just hugged her to me, and she hugged me.
“See, she said burying her face in my chest, “You make me feel good”
It was like yesterday. My hands caressed her back and rested on her mid-riff tracing her flesh. She responded by pressing herself on me. Slowly she lifted her head-up.
“You do Prakash, you make me feel so good baby” her eyes watered “I have never felt happier”
“Me too Amma” I choked rubbing the tear drop away from her cheeks. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage as the upper sides of her bosom were so clearly visible now. She was not wearing a bra!!!.
“Oh Son” she cried and pulled me down to her bosom. And I buried my face there, in her cleavage breathing in her smell. I planted a soft kiss right on top of her chest. She sighed.
Something came over me as I started placing small kisses all over her chest, and slowly she pulled me down and I saw that her gown had slipped and two more buttons had popped open. I was lost, I closed my eyes and I was covered by her flesh as she smothered me. I kissed over the swell of her right breast, marveling at her softness. She did not stop me.
My mother pushed my head down slowly, and I could feel the smooth skin touching my lips slowly become more and more rough. Bumpy. Pebbly. I realized that my lips were now on her aureole. The hem of her gown fell away from my eyes as the gown was pushed off of her shoulder, but it still covered my cheek and mouth.
“Oh, my baby,” my Amma said in a voice so soft I could barely hear her. “Oh, my baby boy. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, my baby boy.”
As she murmured comfortingly down at me, I felt something stiff pushing against my lips. With a shock I realized it was my Amma’s nipple. As she continued to pressure my head against her tit, I slowly felt the grape-sized knob of flesh push against the corner of my mouth, and then between my lips, forcing them to open slightly, and then more widely as my Amma pulled my head against her chest and the stiff nub moved into the center of my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed softly. She began to rub the back of my head gently, in small circles. “Oh, yes, baby. Oh yes, my baby. Amma loves you.”
Unbelievingly, I gave the barest suck at this strange lump of flesh in my mouth. My mind was doing backflips and as I consciously realized that my mother’s tit was in my mouth, my left hand pulled urgently at the base of my mother’s back, and my right hand pulled at her back, and she moaned slightly as I pulled her against me. I sucked again, and my Amma moaned very softly, then continued with her simple mantra.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Oh yes.” This was beyond my wildest fantasies.
I sucked a little more firmly now, bringing my tongue forward to touch the rough nubbin of flesh I held between my lips. My mother shivered again, and then pushed her chest forward against me while pulling on the back of my head, and my mouth opened wide and I felt my lips touching the edge of her aureole, and I gently sucked in a massive mouthful of mother-tit while my tongue continued gently touching her large nipple. Amma’s right hand began to move over my back, pulling and pushing at my shoulder, but her other hand just held me there lovingly against her breast, holding me to her heavy, meaty boob as I sucked and licked at her warm flesh. I was pulling her against me with both my left and right hands, and her legs opened a little as I lifted her left hip up with the force I was exerting.
She moved me to the other breast. “Please Prakash….”
I moaned into her hot tit-flesh, and Amma gasped. “Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby,” she repeated over and over as her hand ran over my shoulders and her other hand pulled me rhythmically against her. I sucked at her tit, an indescribable feeling sweeping me away, the love I felt for my Amma mixing uneasily with the massive desire I felt building up inside me and the shame I still felt in the back of my mind for even being in this awkward position
“Oh, baby!” she moaned loudly as I increased my sucking at her breast. My right hand left her hip and I slid it up onto her arm and her shoulder and then when I felt her bare shoulder, I pulled my hand down slowly, feeling for the first time with my fingers the rounded plumpness of her big tit, and then I slid my hand down farther until my palm was touching and cupping her massive breast, the heaviness of it filling my hand, overflowing it. I began to knead it gently, and lift it, pushing it toward my face so that her breast puddled up underneath my mouth, and I began to suckle even more firmly.
I stopped worrying about what I was doing, and instead just focused on the feelings that were coursing through my body. My Amma was hugging me against her, pulling my head against her tit and her hips were rocking slightly, lifting off of the couch and pushing against my right arm as I ran my right hand all over her squishy breast and then slid it down into her robe, sliding over her bare flesh until I was holding her waist in my fingers, the feel of her naked skin tingling every nerve in my fingertips.
I licked and sucked, slurping up as much titflesh as I could, pulling it into my mouth, and then gently nibbling on the fat nipple with my lips, and my Amma shook a little, and her left hand left the back of my head and moved to my right shoulder, and then with both hands on my shoulders, she pulled me against her strongly. I couldn’t breathe, my nose was pressed so deeply into her breast, but the feel of that glorious motherly tit was so thrilling that I just continued to suck and slurp even more strongly on her boob. I wasn’t thinking any more, I was just enjoying the feeling, reveling in the feeling of a boob that was just made for my mouth.
“Oh God, Oh baby, Oh God, Oh baby, my baby, my baby boy. Oh god,” my Amma moaned and then as I continued to massage her breast and suck on her nipple, she quivered once, twice, and then her body gave a great shudder, and she crushed me against her, her legs quivering, and as she continued to shake I wonderingly felt my own cock throb in response, and then the explosive release as I blasted jet after jet of cum into my shorts.
We sat there for a few minutes, and then slowly disentangled ourselves with a little embarrassment. We didn’t look at each other directly, but we still leaned against each other. Finally, Amma got up and went to the bedroom, kissing me on the top of the head, and saying “Good night.”
As I got back to my room and lay on the bed, I was again so dazed, as I remembered how intense the feelings of love and lust had been as I had sucked my own mother’s tit, my cock got hard again, but I was not able to masturbate. I slept somehow…….
TO BE CONTINUED………
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