Incest MY FAVORITE INCEST STORIES - MOM SON

[Mohan Ahuja]

Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Deepa was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her son's semen.

Deepa was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her panties out of the drawer when Prashant tapped on the door. Deepa told him to come in.

"Good morning Mom," Prashant said brightly as he sat on the bed.

"Hi sweetie."

"What's on the agenda today?" Prashant asked watching his mother closely.

"Well, we have a lot of yard work to catch up on so I think we had better stay home and get it done."

"All right, if we have too," Prashant said in mock exasperation.

Deepa untied her robe and dropped it from her shoulders, standing naked unashamedly in front of Prashant.

"God, you're beautiful," Prashant said sincerely.

"Thank you," Deepa whispered. There was no longer any embarrassment at being naked in front of him. As she bent over and picked up her panties, she saw his eyes staring at her breasts as they swung naturally below her. She took her time pulling her panties up, beginning to enjoy the show. As the silky panties crossed her thighs, she turned her back to him and heard him gasp.

Prashant had an erection before he walked into the room but now it was throbbing in the tight confines of his shorts. As his mother went to get her bra, he pulled his zipper down and freed his shaft from its prison.

It was Deepa's turn to gasp when she turned around and saw him holding his erect shaft. Every time she saw it, it looked bigger, she thought. She swallowed hard as she stood frozen, holding her bra in her hand and watching him slowly move his hand up and down. In all the years she was married, she had never seen her husband masturbate. While she had asked him to on occasion, he had always refused. He said that he would be too embarrassed. It was obvious that Prashant didn't have that problem.

Prashant watched his mother's face as she watched him masturbate. He found it an incredible turn-on to have her watch him. "Do you like watching me masturbate?" Prashant asked breathlessly.

It took a moment for Deepa to answer. Her throat was suddenly dry. "Yes," she choked out in a hoarse whisper.

"Then sit down and I'll show you how I like to do it."

Deepa backed up until she sat in her vanity chair, her eyes never leaving Prashant.

Prashant stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt. Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to his mother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his shorts below his buttocks. Prashant was as surprised as his mother at his boldness.

Deepa sat fascinated as she watched her son strip for her. Prashant had been just a little boy the last time she saw him completely naked. He certainly wasn't a little boy anymore, Deepa thought as his shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away. She scanned his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and rippled with muscles. His waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were his best asset. They were rock hard and perfectly shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean without an ounce of fat. He could be a male stripper, Deepa thought.

Slowly, Prashant turned around. His penis was now pulsing and there was a long strand of clear liquid hanging from the tip. Prashant began to stroke himself again. More of his clear juice bubbled out, stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet. "Oh God Mom, I'm getting close," he warned. Prashant's hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. When he was ready to squirt, he held his hand under the head. Suddenly, he began to pour the contents of his balls into his outstretched hand.

Deepa watched in excited fascination as her son climaxed into his own hand. She saw his hand fill with his sperm and begin to spill over the sides. With a moan she dropped to her knees and quickly licked the cum dripping from his palm. As soon as Prashant was done, Deepa turned his cum filled hand to her mouth.

In another similar incident, Prashant caught his mother just as she was ready to go out the door to work. He brought her to him and kissed her passionately.

"Prashant, my makeup," she protested as he kissed her lips, then her face and neck.

"Suck me!" he said like a command.

Deepa moaned and moved quickly to her knees in front of her son. She set her briefcase down and took his penis into her hand. She heard him groan from far away as she caught a drop of dripping juice on her tongue, following it with her mouth to the swollen head. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned deep in her throat as she sucked the head into her mouth.

Prashant grasped his mother's face in his hands. As his hips began to move back and forth, he could see the head of his penis sliding in and out of her mouth under her cheeks. He pressed his thumbs to her cheeks and felt his shaft as she sucked it deep into her throat.

Deepa sucked Prashant until she could tell that he was getting close. She was ready to drink his sperm when she felt him pulling on her shoulders. In surprise, she let him slip out of her mouth and she stood up. She let Prashant's lips capture hers without protest now. Her makeup could be fixed afterward.

As their bodies pressed together, Deepa could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. She moaned as their hips began to move against each other. She knew that she was going to have a wet mark on the front of her skirt. When she felt Prashant's hand move down to push her dress up she began to shiver. However, when he grasped his penis and pushed it between her legs she said, "Prashant, no!" Suddenly, she realized that she was lucky she had her panties on. It was the only thing preventing penetration. Deepa almost sighed when he didn't try to do anything else. She wasn't sure she could have stopped him.

"Oh God Mom!" Prashant moaned as he moved his hips back and forth between her warm thighs. He could feel her sex lips pressing down on the top of his shaft, the gusset of her panties rapidly becoming soaked with their combined juices.

When Deepa was certain that Prashant was near ejaculation, she pushed him away from her.

Prashant thought that she was going to go to her knees and suck him again. However, he was surprised when she reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties away from her sex. Then for just a second, Prashant thought that she was going to let him penetrate her.

However, Deepa had other ideas. She took Prashant's penis and situated it between the wet crotch of her panties and her dripping sex lips. His penis was at an odd angle, pointing downward. That made Deepa's sex lips split apart and cover the shaft with her wet and swollen flesh. She slid her panties back over her lips, trapping his penis inside the silky material. Then, she began to move back and forth again, massaging him with her swollen lips. She knew that Prashant wouldn't last long.

Almost as soon as he felt her blood filled lips on his penis, he groaned and his penis lurched, spewing his thick cum onto the gusset of her little red panties.

Deepa's climax wasn't far behind. When she felt her vagina being sprayed by her son's semen, her legs shook and her body went into convulsions. If Prashant hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor.

When Prashant felt his mother's body stop shaking, he staggered back in exhaustion.

Deepa found it difficult to focus her eyes. She backed up unsteadily and leaned against the front door. When she could get her breath again she shook her head. God that was close, she thought.

Prashant smiled at his mother with exhaustion on his face. Then he pushed his now soft penis back into his pants and said, "Have a nice day."

Deepa picked up her briefcase and opened the door. As she stepped out onto the front porch, she was suddenly very much aware of her sodden crotch. For a second, she considered going back into the house to clean up. A naughty thrill went through her as she walked down the sidewalk to her car. Deepa went to work with her sex lips swimming in Prashant's sperm.

Deepa was sitting at her desk one evening, still in her white blouse and blue skirt that she had worn to work. She was thinking about her and Prashant's relationship as she did quite often. She had done a lot of soul searching during the last few days. Their relationship has progressed well beyond anything she could have ever imagined. So far, it had been limited to oral sex and a little masturbation. The nagging question on her mind was where did they go from here? It was getting more and more difficult for her to control things. It had been so close the other day.

It seemed that almost every time they were together, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. He would touch her or kiss her and that would start it. She would respond and things would get out of control from there.

"Hi Mom," Prashant said, coming into the room and sitting down.

"Hi Prashant. I thought you were going to the ball game with Joey?"

"I was but he has a cold and cancelled out."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'd rather be home with you."

Deepa looked at him and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically.

"Love me," he said with a big smile and opened his arms to her.

Deepa put down her pen and then walked over to sit on Prashant's lap. She kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt so protected in his embrace.

"Mom, you... uh... we have... uh done a lot of... you know... things," Prashant said hesitantly.

Deepa was silent, wondering where this was going to go.

"You said... uh... you said that it was selfish for a man just to take and... and not give back."

Immediately, Deepa knew what was coming. It wasn't like she hadn't expected it. However, she that what he was going to ask was a big step.

"Will you teach me... to uh... you know... do oral on you?"

Deepa was silent for a long time. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. There was a tremendous struggle going on in her head. On one hand, she had done so much already, what was the difference if she let him do it to her? On the other, she knew that it would be taking their relationship to a new level. However, the thought of having his mouth on her was incredibly exciting. So, what would be the harm? Who would know?

"I... I don't know Prashant," she said reluctantly. "Let me think about it."

Prashant felt a thrill of excitement go through him. Every time she said that, she came back and did what he wanted. "That's fair," he said and his hand moved up to caress her breast.

Deepa could feel his erection pressing into her buttocks. With a sigh she slid off his lap and knelt between his legs.

Prashant smiled and opened his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his swollen erection. When Deepa went to grab it with her hands, he grabbed her wrists, holding her hands away. He lifted up slightly and slid the head into her mouth. He watched his mother suck him for a few minutes and then, with his penis still in her mouth, he stood.

Deepa backed up and let Prashant stand in front of her. She knew what he wanted when his hips began to move back and forth while he held her arms over her head. He wants to fuck my mouth, she thought. A moan escaped her stretched lips as she let her son use her mouth.

When Prashant let go of his mother's hands, he grasped her head. He was happy to see that she let her arms slip idly to her sides. Prashant's hips continued to move back and forth as he pulled her head toward him. He heard his mother choke and eased up but then he felt her move forward, forcing him to the back of her throat again.

For some strange reason, Deepa suddenly felt very submissive. It wasn't like her to play that role. However, at the moment, it felt right. She moaned submissively and let her son pound into her mouth. As his movement grew more rapid, saliva began to drip from the corners of her stretched mouth.

 

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Prashant's legs were spread wide and his knees slightly bent as he moved rapidly in and out of her mother's willing mouth. His fingers were curled tightly in her hair as he moved almost violently in and out. It was a strange feeling of power to Prashant. He was in control.

Within seconds, Prashant felt his balls begin to tighten. He was ready to climax far too soon. Suddenly, Prashant pulled away from his mother. He let go of her hair and grabbed his shaft at the base. He was going to try to stop the climax like she had taught him. However, when he looked down and saw her face looking at him expectantly, he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer.

Deepa's breath was coming in great gasps. Her eyes were opened wide as she stared at her son's quivering penis as she sat back on her haunches and waited.

Prashant could feel his sperm backing up as he held his penis tightly at the base. Suddenly, he bellowed and eased the pressure on the base. His sperm flew out with such force that it arched across his mother's head, landing in her hair. The next blast hit her directly in the face, splattering on her forehead and dripping to her cheek. Then another blast hurtled toward her.

Deepa closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together as her own climax began. Her sex lips throbbed with pleasure as she felt her son's juice continue to cover her face. She held her face out to the spray as if she were in the shower, loving the warm liquid.

Amazingly, Prashant's climax seemed to go on and on, covering his mother's face and splattering on her white blouse and skirt. Finally, as his climax dwindled, his legs weakened and he fell back into the chair. Through hooded eyes, he saw his mother scraping his cum from her face and putting it into her mouth.

At the breakfast table the following morning, Prashant brought up the inevitable question. "Mom, you said you would think about what I asked."

Deepa looked at her son and smiled. "We'll see," was her only commitment. Deepa had made up her mind but she wasn't ready to reveal her answer to Prashant yet.

'We'll see,' Prashant thought. That's as good as yes. He couldn't control the smile that crossed his face.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Deepa and Prashant decided to go to their favorite restaurant that night. As always, Prashant was ready early, waiting at the door for his mom. When she came down she was wearing a very short skirt with high heels. However, on top, she had on a dark sweater that buttoned down the front with a white blouse underneath. The top looked like something that a schoolteacher would wear. However, the skirt looked hot. Prashant was curious about her selection of clothing but decided not to say anything.

When Deepa got into the car, she made sure that she carelessly spread her legs, giving her son a clear view of her shiny pink panties and the creamy white skin above her thigh high stockings. Once he was in the car, Prashant was bold enough to reach over and place his hand on her thigh. He drove with one hand and used the other to slide her skirt up so he could see her panties. Deepa let Prashant's hand move up until he reached her panties, stopping him only when she thought he was being distracted from driving. She grabbed his hand, leaving it on her thigh, and gently told him to pay attention to the road.

Deepa and Prashant got their special table in the back of the restaurant, giving them the privacy that they wanted. The two chatted until the waitress took their drink order. When she left, Deepa said she had to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she returned and stopped next to Prashant. She held out her hand, indicating that he should open his hand. She placed a piece of balled up material into his hand and sat down.

Prashant looked at his mother with raised eyebrows and then opened his hand. He felt his penis lurch in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up material. It was his mom's panties. Suddenly, he saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and quickly put the hand holding the panties below the table. He didn't know if the waitress saw what was in his hand but he did know his face was as red as a beet. His mother just smiled at his obvious distress.

After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was gone, Prashant pulled his hand from under the table. He looked at the tiny pair of panties and saw that the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes on his mother all the time.

Then Deepa watched with shock as Prashant casually opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.

He kissed the wet material and then made a show of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset from one end to the other.

Deepa sighed deeply and closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her.

Prashant's penis was now fully erect. It was his first taste of his mother's sex juices. He felt his hand trembling as he forced himself to ball the material up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down adjusted his penis in the very tight confines of his pants.

Deepa suddenly realized that Prashant had one-upped her. However, Deepa wasn't done yet.

When dinner was served, Prashant and Deepa ate in silence, looking at each other with loving glances. About mid-way through the meal, Prashant saw his mom look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one was close by, Deepa reached up and began to unbutton her sweater. Prashant thought she was starting to get warm. When all the buttons were undone, Deepa pulled the sweater away from her chest. Prashant was shocked to see that the blouse was totally see-through; he could see all of his mom's firm breasts with her hard pink nipples pushing through the material. Prashant could no longer concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the fact that his mom was sitting across from him naked under her clothes and that he just might get to eat her tonight.

"Mom, can we go?" Prashant asked, his food only half eaten.

"I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think I owe you a lesson."

Prashant's penis throbbed in his pants and he jumped up and practically pulled his mother out of the restaurant.

Driving home, Deepa took off her sweater and sat next to her son with only her see-through blouse covering her chest. Prashant was going crazy trying to keep his eyes on the road.

Deepa knew that it was dangerous to tease him this way when he was driving. However, she had been thinking about what she was going to let him do all day and it was driving her crazy with desire.

It was difficult for Prashant to keep within the speed limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to a stop at the house when he jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for his mom. As Deepa swung around, he got a close look at his mom's exposed vagina. His eyes opened wide in shock when he saw that she had no pubic hair. The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving her lips smooth and shiny. Prashant stood frozen looking between his mother's legs. Now his heart was pounding so loud that he thought she might hear it.

When Deepa made the decision to let Prashant eat her, she decided to shave herself. His father loved her that way. As she got out of the car, she stood in front of him with a wide smile. "What's the matter sweetie," she asked, knowing the answer already. She smiled, realizing that she had the upper hand again.

"Uh... uh... nothing," he struggled to say.

Deepa turned and walked toward the house, still smiling.

It took a few seconds for Prashant to realize that he was standing on the sidewalk alone. He hurried up the walk and followed his mother into the house.

"Prashant, get me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room for me please," Deepa said, turning to go into the living room.

Prashant rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his hands as he walked back to the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When he handed her the glass, his hand was trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over the top. He didn't notice that his mother's hand was shaking as well.

Deepa took a large drink of wine and patted the seat next to her.

Prashant sat down without a word. He was afraid that his voice wouldn't work.

Deepa sighed and said, "Prashant, this is a big step for us. I know that you have wanted to ea... uh perform oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly, I've wanted it just as much, if not more. It is one of the things that I miss most about Mukesh. He was very good. Your father... your father and I used to do that all the time. In fact, the first time was on a sofa just like this in his mother's house. It was so crazy because his parents, your grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We did many crazy things," she added as her eyes got misty and she stopped talking.

Prashant reached over, took his mother's hand, and sat silently, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm so confused sometimes Prashant. What we've done is so wrong but... but I can't resist you. It could be so dangerous for both of us. It's all so crazy."

"Mom... uh... we don't have to do."

"Shhh," Deepa said and placed her fingers on Prashant's lips.

Deepa stood up in front of Prashant and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and paused, letting Prashant look at her large breasts so close to his face.

Prashant could see her excitement as her chest moved up and down with her rapid breathing. His own breath was beginning to come in short gasps.

Slowly, Deepa began to pull her skirt up her thighs. She paused for a second when it was just below the level of her crotch, teasing Prashant. Then she pulled it to her waist and a little moan of excitement escaped her lips.

Prashant gasped. He had never seen anything so exciting in his young life. On display in front of him was his mother's very wet and swollen sex. There wasn't a speck of hair anywhere on the surface, from her navel to her thighs. The outer lips were so smooth that they were almost shining. The inner lips were protruding and there were strings of her sex juice hanging precariously, ready to drip to the floor. Her thighs, all the way to the tops of her nylons, were sparkling with her juice.

When Deepa saw that Prashant was ready to grab her, she pushed him back. "Wait," she said and turned to walk over to a comfortable chair. She left her high heels on and her skirt pulled up around her waist as she sat in the chair. Then she lifted her legs and threw them over the arms of the chair, pushing her sex out at her son in an obscene manner.

Deepa crooked her finger at her son and said in a breathless tone, "I think the best position for you is on your knees between my legs."

Prashant jumped up and hurried over to his mother, his eyes never leaving her displayed sex.

"Take your clothes off first."

Deepa watched as Prashant stripped in record time, throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. Then she looked at her son's totally naked body. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his pulsing erection. God, he's going to drive the women crazy someday, she thought.

Prashant fell to his knees between Deepa's legs and brought his mouth very close to her swollen and leaking sex. He put his trembling hands on her thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive in.

"Just a minute, sweetie," Deepa said, putting her hands on her son's shoulders to hold him back. "You need a few lessons in the female anatomy before you EAT ME," Deepa said, emphasizing the words "eat me".

Prashant sat back and watched as his mom spread her legs even further apart. As he looked on with wide eyes, his mother used her fingers to open the pink lips. Prashant felt his mouth begin to water. He could smell her excitement and see the juice bubbling in her open hole.

"You see this little button here?" Deepa said, pointing to her clit. "This is the center of a woman's sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be treated with great kindness. I will tell you more about that in a minute. Down here are my outer and inner lips." Deepa stretched the inner lips apart, letting him see how flexible they were.

"The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be handled a bit more forcefully. However, these," she said, fingering the inner lips, "can be quite sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get excited." Deepa tried to keep her voice calm and appeared to be very matter-of-fact in her description. However, on the inside she was burning up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement in her son's eyes was almost more than she could stand.

Prashant could see the thick juice now trickling out of his mother's hole. He could feel his own penis pouring juice out as he waited for her to let him eat her. He was breathing through his mouth now in an attempt to get enough oxygen. His head was spinning like he was falling from a great height.

 

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Inside the hole is where the cock goes and is very receptive to a soft tongue." Deepa began to breath very hard as she forced herself to continue the description. "Ohhhhh!" Deepa moaned when her finger brushed against the sensitive clit. "As I... as I showed you before, this... this is my... my clit," Deepa said, spreading the lips wide and letting the tiny nub peek out, her hands shaking with excitement.

Prashant focused his eyes where his mother was pointing. He was fascinated by the smooth piece of flesh between her lips. It almost looked like a miniature head of a penis.

"My clit is... is... very sensitive. When I'm this excited, even a little touch can send me off. It's very swollen now. Be very gentle with it, please," Deepa said, almost delirious.

Prashant knew most of this stuff from high school biology. However, that had been a big joke with none of the boys paying much attention. Now, watching and hearing his mom talk about her sexual parts had him shaking with desire. His eyes never left her sexual parts as she began to use her finger to massage her spread lips.

"Ohhhhh God!" Deepa moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.

He watched in amazement as she put first one finger inside of herself. Then she added a second and a third until all three fingers were inside her, almost to the last knuckle. When she pulled them out, they were slick with juice.

Deepa held her trembling fingers up to her son.

Prashant's mouth closed around all three fingers, sucking loudly. Was it him or his mom that moaned? The taste was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was thicker and much sweeter than the little bit he had tasted on her panties.

"I want you to put your tongue right here Prashant," Deepa said in a shaky voice, pointing to her spread open hole. "It's time for you to practice your lesson. I want you to eat my juicy cunt. I need your tongue so bad, please, please, EAT ME NOW," Deepa said, suddenly losing control and almost screaming.

Prashant quickly bent forward, his mouth inches from her dripping lips.

Deepa placed both hands on the sides of his head, trying to pull his face into her steaming crotch.

Prashant resisted, now the one torturing them both. With his face an inch from her dripping lips, he breathed in deeply; her wonderful smell excited him tremendously. Then his tongue came out to touch the slippery lips. He heard his mom moan, as his tongue touched her sex for the first time. Then his tongue brought the taste into his mouth.

Deepa watched her son swallow her juice and moaned. She grasped his head again, her desire back under control for the moment. "Gently, gently, lick around the lips," she instructed, moving his head with her hands.

Prashant let his mother move his head around, his tongue stretched out for her pleasure. Suddenly, he wondered why his friends talk about this in gross terms. He found it a beautiful and intimate act. He knew instantly that he would love it for the rest of his life.

His mom didn't need to hold his head any longer as Prashant began to use his tongue and lips on his own. His mouth covered her hole and he began to suck the swollen lips inside. Then he bit them gently and then used his tongue to lap across the wrinkled surface.

"Ohhhhhhh, that's it, that's it, suck them, suck my lips. Oh my God, I can't stand it. Suck me, suck Mom's cunt," Deepa screamed almost incoherently. Then, she began to buck her hips into his face. She pulled his head up slightly, his tongue making contact with her swollen clit. Her legs shot up and wrapped around his neck, imprisoning his mouth in her wet flesh.

That was all she could stand. Suddenly, she let out a long wail and went over the top, shuddering and screaming as a tremendous climax overtook her. She pulled the poor boy's head hard into her convulsing vagina, almost smothering him in the process.

Prashant didn't mind at all. His face was inundated in his mom's juice. Her lips were spread on his face, spreading her slick juice from his chin to his forehead. It almost felt like his face was buried in a juicy watermelon.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God Tommmmmmmmmyyyyyy!!!" Deepa's hips were pushed up in the air and she was almost on her back on the cushion of the chair.

Prashant let his face be used for his mom's pleasure. He pushed his tongue deep into her convulsing hole and the slick walls inside her vagina quivered around it.

Deepa's climax went on and on. Each time she thought she was done, Prashant would hit a new spot and bring her to a peak again. She thought she might pass out as her heart pounded and she gasped for breath.

Finally, Deepa's body began to relax with little tremors still running through her. Then, she had to push Prashant's face away from her now sensitive sex lips. She had never had a climax as good or one that lasted as long. Her body felt like a limp rag. She was slumped on the chair; both legs still wrapped around Prashant's neck. When she looked at her son kneeling between her legs, there was a silly grin on his face. His face was literally covered with her juice.

"My God, I had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten," Deepa gasped when she could talk again. "Prashant, you just gave me the best climax of my life. Thank you... thank you, you were wonderful. I love you so much," Deepa said, looking into his eyes lovingly.

Prashant sat back on his haunches, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"Come here and let me take care of you," Deepa said, pulling Prashant from his kneeling position.

Prashant jumped up and stood next to his mom, bringing his dripping penis close to her mouth.

"God, I love this cock," Deepa said to herself as she brought her son's swollen penis to her face. As she held his shaft tight, she could actually feel his wildly beating heart though his penis. When she squeezed she saw a large clear drop of liquid bubble out then run down and across her fingers. She closed her eyes, bringing the head to her mouth. She and Prashant moaned as her lips circled the swollen head. The head filled her mouth as her lips squeezed the shaft. She held it like that, sucking just the head. Her saliva flowed, coating the head in her warm mouth. She almost forgot about Prashant as she lost herself in the excitement of sucking him.

Suddenly remembering that her son was attached to this incredible penis, she pulled away and looked up at him. Then she said in a whisper, "I am going to suck your cock Prashant. Your mom wants to suck all the juice out of your balls. Do you want me to suck you? Do you want your mom to swallow all that delicious sperm? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck you until you squirt into my mouth."

"Yes, yes, please, put it back in your mouth, please suck it," Prashant moaned at his mother's nasty words.

Deepa took his penis deep into her warm and wet mouth again, making loud sucking noises, which were intended to let her son know how much she loved sucking him.

Prashant couldn't take much more. He had held off as long as possible. It felt like an explosion in his head as chills went through his body. His body tensed and his hips pushed forward. It almost felt as if it were happening in slow motion when his penis throbbed and a huge load of cum began traveling up the long shaft. He could feel it rushing to be released.

Deepa was prepared for it this time. She moved his thrusting shaft back slightly so she could take the first strong squirts into her mouth and not her throat. Suddenly, her son began to spew like a fire hose, filling her mouth over and over with his thick sperm. Deepa swallowed each shot and sucked for more, her hand pumping up and down rapidly.

Incredibly, the thrill of her son's sperm squirting into her mouth excited her again. Deepa felt her sex lips quiver and another little climax shook her.

Eventually, the flow slowed and then stopped. Deepa continued to suck hard, trying to get the last few precious drops.

Finally, Prashant pulled away and staggered over to the sofa and fell, gasping for breath. He saw his mother still on her knees, smiling at him. There was not a drop of his cum on her face anywhere. She had swallowed it all.

It was a night that both mother and son would remember forever.

Over the next few weeks, Deepa and Prashant continued their liaisons. There was no longer any hesitation on Deepa's part. Somehow, she had rationalized that since they were not actually having "sex" it was okay. However, she knew in her heart that there was no difference.

Deepa continued to teach Prashant what a woman liked and what a woman needed. It was part of her rationalization. She could make him a better lover for his wife someday. She showed him how to caress and suck her breasts. She pointed out her sensitive spots, all the places that most men miss. Little places like behind the knee or the crook of her arm. She taught him that sometimes women like it a little rough but most of the time they wanted a tender and considerate lover.

While some of it was confusing to Prashant, he was a very willing pupil. He was anxious to learn everything there was to know about what turned his mom on. He would refuse her nothing as he was now desperately in love with her.

Deepa wasn't blind and could see the love in his eyes. It was also obvious that he wanted to go all the way with her. In her mind, that was still out of bounds. However, she knew that she was only deluding herself and that they were far beyond the boundaries with their relationship.

A few weeks after they began their oral exploration, Deepa and Prashant had one of their evening dates. They decided to stay home and relax. Deepa had had a very difficult week at work when several important people resigned. She had been upset and tense all week, deferring any sexual activity until the end of the week

Prashant had been understanding and patient but he was mad with desire by the time the week ended. He had a plan tonight. This was the night, he thought. He couldn't wait any longer.

Prashant got things ready while Deepa took a bath. He had set up a game of Scrabble on the floor and put a bottle of Deepa's favorite wine on ice. He was sitting on the floor when Deepa came down. He saw that she had decided not to get dressed, preferring to wear a long soft terry cloth robe to cover her otherwise naked body. Her hair was still damp from the shower as she walked into the room.

As Prashant looked at his mother, his heart skipped a beat. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. For some reason, she looked incredibly beautiful tonight with no make up or sexy clothes on and her hair still wet from the shower.

Deepa was still tired and tense but she was looking forward to their quiet evening.

It was a very dangerous environment for a woman that had refused to consummate her incestuous relationship with her son.

She and Prashant played several games of Scrabble as they talked and laughed. Deepa felt the tension draining from her. No matter how tough it got outside, she always had Prashant to give her comfort.

As she sat on the floor, she watched her son. He was growing up quickly. Soon he would be a man with children of his own. Deepa sighed and pictured Prashant as a father, playing with his kids. She was certain that he would be a good father and husband. Her heart swelled with pride and love.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

"Uh... Mom, it's your turn," Prashant said.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I was a million miles away. I think I've had enough for tonight."

"Okay. What about a shoulder massage?"

"That would be wonderful."

Prashant moved the Scrabble board out of the way and got on his knees behind his mother. He placed his strong hands on her shoulder muscles and started to squeeze. "Wow, you are tense."

"Mmmmm. I know. That feels so good sweetie," Deepa said relaxing into his strong hands.

"Let me get to the skin," Prashant said, pushing the soft robe down until her shoulders were bare. Even her shoulders are sexy, Prashant thought as his hands went to work on her again.

"Oh Prashant that's wonderful."

Soon Deepa felt so relaxed that she felt like she could almost go to sleep. As she swayed slightly back and forth, she felt Prashant's hands move across her shoulders and down toward her chest. She smiled as she felt him gradually move his fingers to the upper swells of her breasts. She leaned back into him and let him have her breasts.

Prashant wasted no time in capturing both breasts in his hands. He looked over her shoulder and watched as he massaged her chest as he had done her shoulders.

However, there were no tense muscles there, only warm and pliant flesh.

Deepa moaned as he squeezed and massaged her breasts with his experienced fingers. She felt him take the nipples between his fingers and squeeze firmly. Then he pulled them up, lifting her heavy orbs. A little whimper escaped her lips and she moved her chest upward, following his fingers. Deepa's nipples were always very sensitive and had a direct line to her groin. She squeezed her legs together as little shock waves rushed down her body.

After a few minutes, Prashant got up and turned off all but one soft light. Then he brought some pillows down from the sofa. He put his arm around his mom and pulled her down to lay with him. Her still uncovered breasts pressed to his chest as he pulled her close. At the perfect time, Prashant turned to his mom and brought his lips to hers. It was the first of many passionate kisses.

The body heat of the two began to climb rapidly as their kisses grew in intensity. It seemed so natural when Prashant opened the belt on her robe and pushed it down to reveal the soft curves of her body. Prashant stared in wonder. It seemed that each time he saw her naked, she looked more beautiful.

Prashant began to pull all of his mother's sexual strings. She had taught him well, leaving her no defenses. He kissed her lips softly, moving up her neck and bringing chills to her warm body. Then his tongue touched her ear, circling it and leaving a wet trail behind.

"I love you Mom," Prashant whispered then began to kiss back down her neck. Moving slowly down, his tongue following the contours of her body until he reached the swells of her breasts. He placed gentle kisses across the smooth surface until he reached the nipple and then sucked one and then the other into his mouth. He used his fingers to tweak one nipple as his tongue licked the other.

Deepa was a moaning mass of quivering flesh by the time Prashant got to the soft skin of her belly.

Prashant knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He slowly bent to her center, kissing her soft and quivering thighs as he went. He teased her, denying her his mouth to the place she wanted it most. Up and down her legs he moved, even taking her toes into his mouth and sucking them. He knew that he was teasing his mother to the brink of her endurance.

Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible and paused, looking down at her pulsing sex. He could tell that she had just shaved herself. Her pubic mound was smooth and soft. Prashant's mouth practically drooled. With a little whine, he bent his head to her center.

"Oh God Prashant, oh God, oh God," Deepa moaned as she felt his tongue move up and down the smooth outer lips. He even pushed his tongue into the crease on each side, licking the sensitive flesh. His tongue worked around her swollen lips, barely touching them.

Prashant pulled back and smiled at his mother. He saw her eyes hooded over in denied pleasure. He reached down and gently opened her lips, exposing the now throbbing clit. He lowered his head and blew warm air on the little nub, watching it quiver with need.

"Oh God Prashant, please," Deepa begged.

Prashant didn't answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up to her chest, exposing her entire groin to him. He could see her tiny rear hole almost winking at him. His mom had never taught him anything about that place. Suddenly, he felt the need to kiss it. His head bent quickly, before she could stop him and kissed the little hole, feeling it pulse under his lips.

"Oh my God Prashant," Deepa almost screamed as she felt his tongue on her back passage, tickling her. "Prashant, Prashant, what are you doing?" she gasped.

If Prashant even heard her, he paid no attention. His tongue licked around the hole, teasing the sensitive skin and felt it quiver. Then suddenly, he pushed it inside.

"Tommmmmmmmmmy!!!!" Deepa's hips bucked up into Prashant's mouth as his tongue stretched her back passage. She had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty but oh so exciting. "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

Prashant was proud of himself. He had found something his mother hadn't taught him. His penis throbbed almost painfully in his shorts as he moved his tongue in and out of her rear hole. His saliva drooled down and around his mother's stretched hole. Prashant found that he loved the feel of her little hole and promised to come back there at a later time. However, right now he had other plans.

When Prashant had his mother totally mad with passion and desperate for him to do something to her, he bent over her and whispered. "Mom, can I just touch your pussy with my cock?"

"Oh Prashant, I... I... oh God, please, oh I don't know. I can't think," she responded, almost incoherent.

Prashant took that as a yes and quickly stripped his clothes off. He stood for a moment over his mother, letting her see his excitement. His penis was dripping juice and the shaft was bouncing up and down with his rapid heartbeat. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly moved his fist across the length of it. His other hand cupped his balls, almost offering them to her.

"Oh Prashant!" his mother moaned as she watched his wanton display.

Prashant moved to kneel between his mother's legs before she could protest. Leaning forward on one hand, he used the other to push the swollen head of his penis down to touch his mother's dripping sex lips. Next, he gently mixed his own leaking juice with his mother's, moving the head in a circular motion. Then he moved it up and down between the lips, teasing both his sensitive head and her swollen lips. When he felt the head touch her swollen clit, he paused, circling the soft skin of his penis head on her center of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Deepa moaned.

Then Prashant slowly slid his penis down and almost imperceptibly inserted the head between her lips.

"Oh Prashant, no," Deepa said, placing her hands on his hips to prevent him from moving further in. She was gasping for breath, her arms shaking from excitement as she tried weakly to hold him back with the last vestiges of control.

Neither his mother's tone of voice nor her hands seemed to be forceful enough to invoke the "stop" rule. Prashant reasoned that she had not actually used the word "stop," so he continued moving forward, ever so slowly. He looked down to the point where their bodies met and saw that the head was now completely inside his mother's body. Her beautiful smooth lips were stretched around his shaft. He felt the head expand and throb inside of her. In reaction, his mom's hole quivered and squeezed him tight.

Deepa was moaning and moving her head back and forth slowly, as if to say "no", but no words came from her mouth. Her hands, which had been holding him back, seemed to be easing the pressure on his hips.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Prashant took a risk and pushed slightly forward, inserting another inch into her. Suddenly, Prashant felt like he was going to cum and spoil everything. He needed to concentrate on something else, as his mother had taught him, until the desire to climax lessened. He used his hand to squeeze hard at the base of his penis and then he held very still for a while, thinking about football, baseball, anything but sex. When the threat passed, he pushed a little harder, forcing another inch into his mother. He could feel the warm confines of his mother's vagina caressing and massaging him like a soft, wet glove.

Deepa opened her eyes and looked into Prashant's. There was an electrical charge running between them, starting at their joined parts and moving up their bodies.

In his mother's burning eyes, he could see an incredible look of love. In that instant he knew how love and sex fit together.

It was impossible for Deepa to hold her eyes open for long as ripples of pleasure rushed through her. "No, no, no, no," she whispered but made no move to stop her son.

Prashant removed his hand from the base of his penis and placed it on the other side of his almost delirious mother. He was now supporting himself on his hands and toes; the only connection between the two was their sexual parts. His penis was now several inches inside her. Nothing they had done had ever prepared him for the feeling of her soft insides. It was tight, warm and wet. He could feel his mother's insides quivering; the soft folds of skin rippling up and down his shaft.

When Prashant didn't move to enter her further, Deepa opened her eyes. She saw Prashant still staring back down at her. The only sounds in the room were from the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Deepa knew that this was the moment. There would be no going back; if she didn't stop him now, she could never deny him again. They would become real lovers--mother and son.

Deepa's vagina gave an involuntary squeeze around her son's penis. She tried to control the desire to thrust her hips up at him. Still, her hips began to make little movements, almost quivering.

Prashant waited. He wanted his mom to accept him into her body. He never wanted her to look back and think that he had forced himself on her. The moments ticked by, mother and son, eye to eye, their bodies connected at one strategic point.

"Oh Prashant, please," Deepa begged in a whisper, her eyes almost rolling back in her head.

"Please what?" Prashant asked, wanting to hear her say it.

"Please, please," Deepa begged again, her mind in an emotional turmoil. She knew what he wanted but she didn't want to say it. It was wrong, so wrong.

Prashant took another risk and pulled his penis partially out, like he was going to remove it completely. Deepa immediately grabbed his hips and held him still, his penis only just inside her body.

"What do you want Mom?" Prashant asked, again forcing her to make a decision.

"I... I... oh God Prashant! I want... oh God... I want you to FUCK ME!" she finally said.

"Are you sure?" Prashant asked, knowing that he couldn't stop now even if she said no.

"Oh yes! Please FUCK ME!"

Prashant smiled, he had won this emotional battle, and now he could claim the prize. He slowly forced his weight down, pushing himself inch by inch into his mother's body. He heard her moan as he slid deep into her until his balls touched the soft skin of her buttocks. His body pressed down on her, feeling her burning body against his.

Deepa's hips began to buck up in spasm as her arms went around her son's neck. Her mouth went to his shoulder and she bit down, cutting off a scream of pleasure. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. However, this wasn't just any man. This was her son. She was fucking her own son! her mind screamed.

Prashant was fighting for control and again had to call on all his strength to hold back his climax. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother's warm hole caressed the length of him like a velvet glove.

He held himself deep as he looked at her beautiful face. Then he brought his lips to hers in an emotional kiss. His tongue went deep into her mouth as his shaft had gone deep into her welcoming hole. He could feel her soft breasts pressing into his chest, heaving with her labored breathing. Their bodies were connected from top to bottom.

He pulled his lips from hers and said, "I am going to fuck you now, Mom. I have my cock deep in your beautiful body. I am going to fuck you until you cum over and over. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, squeezing all the cum out of me. Are you ready, are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it! I need your cock deep in me! Fuck me! Make me cum all over that wonderful cock of yours!" All of Deepa's control was gone. She was lost in sexual delirium.

That's what Prashant was waiting to hear. He pulled back slowly, hesitating for just a second, and then he rapidly plunged into her.

Deepa screamed; she felt like her mind had lost all control of her body. She was rapidly spiraling into a climax. She was fucking her son; they were now real lovers. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room.

From somewhere, Prashant found new staying power and used it to drive his mother crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a blur. Time and again, he plunged deep into her, spattering her juice over his balls and thighs. His balls were now making a loud slapping sound as they hit the cheeks of her buttocks.

Deepa looked up at her son just before she lost all control and said, "Oh God, I love you." Then she closed her eyes and her body trembled. Suddenly, fire works started to go off in her head. She barely heard Prashant's words of love as a climax roared through her, sending her into convulsions of pleasure.

"I love you," Prashant responded with his last breath before he reached his peak and began to release everything he had into his mother. Squirt after squirt poured from him and into her, filling the tight hole to overflow. He could feel his mother's body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy took her to a place she had never been before. Her legs locked around his back holding him a prisoner deep within her body. His life giving sperm continued to surge into the depths of her womb.

Finally, Prashant collapsed onto his mother and then rolled to the side, his shrunken penis slipping out, trailing sperm across her thigh. He pulled his now limp mother over to him. When he kissed her cheek and she didn't respond, he realized that she had lost consciousness.

Some time later, Deepa stirred. "Oh God," she sighed.

Prashant heard her words and worried that she was sorry about what had happened.

Deepa pulled away and got to her feet. She stood above her lover and her son, looking down with undisguised love.

Prashant looked back, reading her thoughts. He could see that she was not upset.

How could this be so wrong? she thought.

Prashant eyes traveled down his mother's gorgeous body. They stopped when he saw something in the soft room light that caused his penis to stir anew. His sperm had begun to drip out of her saturated hole and run down her thigh.

Deepa did nothing to stop it, she loved the feeling; it was the evidence of their love pouring from her satisfied body. Deepa smiled down at Prashant then held out her hand. She led him upstairs to her bed.

By the time they got to the bedroom, Prashant was hard again. Deepa lay back on the bed and opened her arms and legs to her son. Effortlessly his penis slid into her saturated hole and his hips began to move again.

The rest of the night was a blur of sexual frenzy. Prashant's youth wore his mother out. He took her three more times that night, bringing her to the brink of exhaustion and ultimate satisfaction.

When Prashant awoke the following morning, the bed beside him was empty. He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten AM. He crawled out of bed and found a pair of shorts to put on and then went downstairs. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing at the stove fixing breakfast with a spatula in her hand and looking out the window. The light from the window silhouetted her body under the thin housedress. Prashant stood and admired his mother's form, feeling excitement begin to grow.

Deepa's mind was awash in turmoil again. There was no doubt that she loved her son like a man. In truth, she had no regrets about what had happened. However, she knew that it was going to be difficult for them. The future was very uncertain. Where would they go from here? How would they keep their relationship secret? What if somebody found out? It was all so complicated.

Prashant walked up behind his mother and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and squeezing her tight.

Deepa reached up and touched Prashant's arms lovingly then bent and kissed the back of his hand. A wave of love overcame her as tears began to fall.

Prashant heard his mother sniffle and turned her around. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing," she said, smiling through her tears. "I love you."

Their lips came together in a tender kiss. Slowly as their tongues dueled, the passion grew. When Prashant pulled back, there was a fire in his eyes again. He stared into his mother's eyes and brought his hands to her housedress. Suddenly, with a mighty tug, Prashant ripped the front of the dress down the middle, shooting buttons all over the kitchen.

Deepa screamed in surprise.

Prashant pushed the ruined dress off his mother's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he pulled her over to the kitchen table and pushed her back until she was sitting on it. He pulled up a chair and sat between her legs.

"Oh God Prashant, what are you doing?" Deepa gasped but didn't fight him when he pushed her to her back.

"Having breakfast," Prashant answered as his mouth covered her vagina. He ate her like a madman. His lips and tongue were everywhere he could reach. He ignored his mother's cries of pleasure as she climaxed over and over. Finally, when his jaw tired, he pushed her legs into the air and entered her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed as his long shaft went to the bottom of her still saturated hole in one thrust.

As he pounded into his mother, the table squeaked and moved across the floor, threatening to collapse. After having so many climaxes last night, Prashant knew that he could go on for a long time. Which he did, bringing her to climax after climax.

Just when Deepa thought he was done and would climax, he picked her up and held her to his groin like a doll. She held on tight to his neck as he walked her around the room, continuously moving in and out of her. He took her on the sink, the counter, against the refrigerator and eventually on the floor. They knocked over chairs and rattled china in the cabinets.

Deepa was almost relieved when he said he was going to cum. Her poor body could barely take any more. When he cried out that he was going to cum, she pulled him tight to her, her legs wrapping around his waist and let him climax into her body once more.

Deepa couldn't deny it any longer. She was in love with her own son. There was no going back so she decided that the future would take care of itself. Through all of the uncertainty there was one thing for sure, their love. It would see them through.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

The sexual relationship between Deepa and Prashant continued and even accelerated over the next several months. Prashant was almost insatiable. It was as if he were trying to make up for the high school years. The two of them had had sex almost everywhere possible, and in every position. However, there was one thing that they hadn't done, but Prashant was afraid to ask.

On Prashant's nineteenth birthday, Deepa wanted to do something special for him. She prepared his favorite meal and had them both dress for dinner. Prashant complained about having to put on a suit but as usual did what his mother asked.

When dinner was over and the dishes left on the table, Deepa and Prashant went into the living room. Deepa put on some slow music and took Prashant into her arms.

As they danced, Prashant caressed his mother's buttocks through her satin dress. Prashant loved the way she looked in this dress. It emphasized her ass to perfection. It was skin tight and short, with a split all the way up to her hip. He knew that she wasn't wearing panties because they would be visible. Besides, she rarely wore underwear anymore. It only got in the way of their frequent bouts of sex.

Deepa kissed her son's neck and let him caress her buttocks. Then she whispered into his ear, "You like my ass don't you?"

"God yes," he responded, squeezing her firm but soft cheeks for emphasis.

"Do you want it?"

Prashant pulled back from his mother with a questioning look on his face. "What?" He could see that his mother's eyes were burning with lust.

"I'm a virgin back there."

It took Prashant a second to realize what she was saying. "You mean... you mean fuck you there?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes! I want to give my ass to you. It's my special present for your birthday. Of course if you don't want to..."

"No... I mean yes... oh God Mom, are you serious?"

Deepa kissed Prashant's lips then took his hand. She led him up the stairs and into their bedroom. She let Prashant sit on the bed then turned around for him to unzip her dress.

Prashant's hands were shaking as he slowly lowered the zipper. He could see his mother's smooth back as the dress opened. The zipper went all the way to the top of her buttocks.

Deepa shrugged the dress off, letting it fall to her feet, leaving her naked but for a pair of high heels and silk thigh high nylons. She stood with her back to him, letting him see her naked form. Then she looked over her shoulder and smiled, saying, "Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" She leaned slightly forward and reached back, spreading her cheeks.

"Oh God," was all Prashant could say as he saw his mother spread her buttocks obscenely in front of him.

"Get your clothes off," she said and turned around to help him strip. Soon, they were lying on the bed naked and in an embrace.

Deepa turned over on her back and grabbed a couple of pillows, putting them under her buttocks. When she was situated on her back with her thighs spread, she motioned to Prashant to get between her legs.

Prashant hurried to comply. When he was kneeling between her raised thighs she looked into his eyes and said, "Put your cock in my pussy first and get it wet. Then fuck my ass."

Prashant almost climaxed right then. With shaking hands, he fitted his penis between his mother's wet lips. A moan escaped both of them as he pushed into her. Her tight hole felt so good that he couldn't imagine anything better.

After Prashant had thrust into her a few times, Deepa pushed him back. Then she placed her legs on his shoulders and lifted up until her rear hole was exposed. Her hands were trembling as she reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. "Put it in," she hissed excitedly.

Prashant's aimed the large head of his penis at her tiny brown hole. He couldn't imagine how it could fit into such a small place. Slowly he pushed forward. He heard his mother groan and he stopped to look at her face.

Her eyes were closed tight but she said, "Go ahead."

With his hands on her thighs, Prashant pulled her toward him and pushed at the same time. "Ahhhh!" he groaned as the head of his penis slipped inside his mother's tight little hole. The ring snapped shut, squeezing the head in a vise.

"Wait, wait," Deepa breathed, letting her rear passage get used to the large head. After a few excruciating seconds for Prashant, she said, "Okay, fuck me."

Prashant pushed again and watched in amazement as his rod disappeared into his mother's body. Inch by inch it moved until his entire penis was surrounded by her warm insides. The feeling was incredible. It was soft, hot and tight like her vagina but different. It squeezed every inch of his shaft, from the base to the tip.

"Fuck meeeee!" Deepa pleaded.

Almost reluctantly, Prashant began to move, pulling his penis almost all the way out before pushing back in. "Oh God," he moaned as her smooth hole sucked him inside. Prashant began to move faster.

"That's it, that's it, fuck me lover. Fuck your mother's asssssss!" Deepa screamed as she built toward a climax. She reached down and began to rub her clit. "Oh God baby, I'm going to cum. Oh yes, oh yes," she hissed as her hole tightened around Prashant's shaft.

"Oh God Mom," Prashant moaned as he felt her body began to convulse. "I'm going to cum too," he moaned. He pushed into her hole as deeply as possible and froze.

Deepa felt his penis quiver inside her ass. She was amazed that she could actually feel him begin to cum. That intensified her building climax.

Both of them screamed in pleasure as Prashant filled his mother's rear hole with his seed.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Two years later...

The next two years were the happiest time in Deepa's life. Her job was great, her lover and son was even better. They were truly friends and lovers. Their relationship had progressed to the point where Prashant had moved into his mother's bedroom but kept clothes in a spare room for show. They slept every night together and their sexual relationship had become even more intense. It was hard to tell whose desire was greatest. Prashant was still insatiable but Deepa kept up with him.

Prashant was doing well in school and had decided to major in engineering. He was a taller, stronger, and even more handsome young man now. His experiences with his mom had made him much more mature then other boys his age.

There was only one problem with their happy life and Deepa wanted to correct that. However, she wasn't sure how to approach it. She had been thinking about it for months and had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring it out in the open.



Prashant sensed that it was going to be a special night tonight. He and his mom were going to a show and then back home for dinner. That wasn't unusual. However, he could see a light in his mother's eyes and that always meant something special was going to happen.

As usual, Prashant was waiting downstairs for his mom. When she came down, she was wearing a tight black evening dress that was short on her thighs and very low cut. She had a string of pearls around her neck that Prashant had given her last week for her 39th birthday.

"Sorry I'm late sweetie," she smiled as she passed.

Prashant grabbed her arm and turned her back to him. He leaned to her ear, as if someone could hear, and whispered, "Mom, would you take your panties off for me?"

She looked at him in surprise but quickly reached up under her dress and stripped her panties down her legs and over her high heels. Smiling at her son, she handed them to him. She watched in amusement as he folded the panties and placed them in his vest pocket, and then fluffed them up.

"Thanks Mom, now my outfit is complete." Prashant smiled devilishly.

"You never cease to amaze me lover," Deepa said, kissing his cheek.

The play was entertaining and went by fast. However, Prashant noticed that his mother seemed anxious about something. She was fidgeting in her seat. He thought it might be excitement about the night ahead. After all, she had put off sex with him for a week, saying that it was her "time of the month." Prashant didn't understand that because he thought she had just had her period a few weeks ago. However, he shrugged it off. What do guys know about that stuff, he thought.

Deepa had prepared everything in advance. The dining room table was set, with candles on the table, wine chilled, and the food ready to be heated and served. They remained dressed for the dinner.

"Mom, dinner was perfect. Thank you," Prashant said sincerely, lifting his glass of wine for a toast.

Deepa brought her glass to his. "You're welcome Prashant," Deepa said, looking nervous, like she had something to say.

"What's wrong Mom?" Prashant asked concerned.

"Prashant, I have something to ask you. I am not sure how to say this." Deepa hesitated for a minute then continued. "You know that I've always wanted more children."

"I know Mom. I feel bad about that."

"I'm 39 and my biological clock is ticking away. We've made a commitment to each other so there isn't likely to be another man in my life or a woman in yours. I had hoped that I would eventually meet someone and marry again so that I could have the children that I always wanted. The problem is, I fell in love with my own son and I don't want anyone else."

"I know how you feel." The thought had crossed Prashant's mind as well. However, he was looking at it more from his perspective because he wanted children as well but he couldn't imagine anyone else in his life either. They were stuck in a paradox and there seemed to be no solution.

"I know that I'm not saying this right so let me give you this and then maybe you will understand," Deepa said, handing him a wrapped package.

Prashant took the package with a look of confusion on his face. The package was small, about the size of a music CD. With trembling hands, Prashant opened it up, having no idea what to expect. When he had opened the package, he held the contents in his hand curiously. He had a totally dumbfounded expression on his face. He looked up at his mother and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

Deepa didn't say a word. She just waited.

Prashant looked at what he held in his hand. It was a circular package of pills. There were 30 spaces for pills, indicating that one should be taken each day. However, all were gone except the last seven pills. Suddenly, Prashant looked at his mom with a startled expression on his face. "Uh... what... you..." Prashant stuttered, his mouth hanging open.

Deepa reached across the table and took his hand. "Yes Prashant, they are my birth control pills and yes, I haven't taken them for the past seven days. That's why I've haven't let you have me all week."

"But, I, I don't understand. You can't be thinking that we..."

"Let me try to explain," Deepa interrupted. "I've done a lot of research over the past six months and have found that the rate of problems for children born of an incestuous relationship is really very small," she said pausing to let Prashant absorb what she was saying.

"My God Mom, are you serious?" Prashant asked. He couldn't believe what his mother was asking him.

"Yes."

"Oh my God... you... you want a baby and you want me to be the father?"

"Yes Prashant, I want you to make me pregnant. I want to have your child," Deepa said and paused for a long moment. "Prashant, before you answer, you have to know that this is a difficult thing for us. There are all kinds of potential problems. Even though we don't have family who live nearby, that is still a concern. In addition, there is my job and your college. There are all kinds of questions that I don't have answers for. However, I'm willing to take the risks. But, it's up to you. If you don't want this, you can just hand the pills back to me. If you want me to have your child, throw the pills in the trash can."

Prashant practically leaped from his chair and tossed the pills in the trashcan. He hurried back to the table and pulled his mother to her feet. She now had tears streaming down her cheeks. Mother and son kissed tenderly, holding each other tight.

Suddenly, Prashant pulled away from his mom and went down to one knee.

"Mom, I know this is silly and that we can never really be married but my love and commitment to you is as strong as any marriage has ever been. I would love to father your child," Prashant said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Deepa pulled her son to his feet and looked into his eyes. "Oh God Prashant, are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"Mom, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You are everything to me and I would do anything for you. I want this. I want you to have my baby."

Mother and son brought their lips together in the sweetest kiss they had ever had.

Prashant picked his mother up in his arms and silently carried her to their bed. He laid her down and quickly stripped and then he crawled onto the bed next to her. Kissing her lips, he slowly slipped the straps of her dress down her arms until her breasts were bare. He worked his lips down her neck to her heaving chest. He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth, bringing a moan from his mother. Then he turned until his head was between her legs and his penis was close to her mouth. He heard his mother moan as she took him in her mouth. His lips covered her hole and he began to suck. They worked each other to a fervor before stopping to strip Deepa's clothes off.

Prashant pushed his mother back on the bed, took a pillow, and placed it under her hips. He knew that this would get the deepest penetration. He knelt between her legs, his hard penis pulsing above his mom's waiting hole. Their eyes locked together.

"Tell me Mom, tell me what you want," Prashant said holding his swollen head near her equally excited hole.

"Please Prashant, fuck your mother. I want that big cock deep in my fertile pussy. I want you to give your mother a baby! Fuck me, please," Deepa whined as she reached down and spread her juicy lips. "Look at how ready I am for you. Can you see the juice running out of me? I want your potent sperm running out of my pussy all night."

"Oh God Mom," Prashant moaned, excited by her nasty words.

Prashant brought his penis to her wet and open hole. Slowly he placed the head into the entrance. Both mother and son moaned as he slid deeply into her. The sensation felt so much greater because of what they were going to do; he was going to make his own mother pregnant. It was the greatest taboo of all.

Deepa felt Prashant begin to move in and out of her in a slow, steady motion, taking his time, building the heat and excitement. She wrapped her legs around her son and pushed into him. When he touched bottom it brought another moan from both of them.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it so bad, please fuck me," Deepa gasped.

Prashant began to pound into his mother like never before. Sweat began to drip off of him as he worked his penis rapidly in and out of her. He could feel his her juice splashing all over his balls, dripping down to the sheets. The pounding went on and on. Neither one of them could get enough of the other.

"I'm getting close Mom. Can I cum in you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm close, keep fucking me. Oh God, oh God, I'm cummmmiiiiinnnngggg," Deepa screamed pushing her hips up to meet her son.

"Here it comes Mom, here it comes, take it, take all my cum," Prashant responded, feeling the force of his load traveling down the shaft and into his mother's body. Shot after shot of potent sperm flowed from Prashant into his mother. Both were moaning and shaking as their mutual climax flowed from one body to the other.

Finally, Prashant collapsed in exhaustion on top of his mother. Their lips met in a final kiss as they fell off to sleep. Inside his mother, Prashant's sperm was beginning the journey that would change their lives forever.

They had finally crossed the line.

THE END

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Mother-Son Very Special Romance

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 Bombay. 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.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

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.

Mother rubbed her face up the length of my shaft and sucked on the head like a lollipop. Sticky pre-cum ran from the tip of her tongue when she removed it, bringing a little chuckle out of her. After sucking on the head a few moments, she easily engorged her mouth on the entire dick-all the way to my public hair. I groaned as Mother slowly ran her mouth up and down my dick. She must have loved the way I tasted. As she bobbed her head up and down my dick was really throbbing in her mouth, and she wanted to suck it while it was at full power. My Father must have taught her everything about oral sex as she was doing it so fantastically that I thought I would explode any moment.


Reluctantly, mother drew her mouth away from my dick and licked up to my chest and nipple until she again reached my mouth, and again slid her tongue into my mouth. I could feel my hard dick underneath her cunt and was aching to deliver it in. but I want something else.

"I love you, Maa. I want you suck me more until I come in your mouth. Please Maa! Let me come in your mouth. I was dreaming for that since long time. Please Maa"

As I said to my mother she just smiled seductively and replied,

"Why not, my son! I would like to please you in any ways. I'll do anything you want me to. Just tell me, ok!"

Saying that my mother started to suck my dick eagerly. I watched her luscious lips engulf my dick and her head bobbed up and down. I couldn't hold it any more. It was too much to me that my mother was sucking me. I explode and jet after jet of hot sticky cum erupts in her mouth. She swallow every drop of my cum and kept sucking me until I passed out. I lay there exhausted. Mother stood and went to toilet nakedly. After sometimes she came back and lay beside me looking at my face. As I recovered I turned and looked at her. we both smiled and move closer hugging each other. We mother-son kissed deeply again and enjoyed the moment.

"I love you too, my Son. I want you in me, so badly," As she said and ran her fingers through my hair and stared very deeply in my eyes.

We both knew we were about to take the biggest step. We were about to consummate the forbidden act of incest. There was no looking back though there was more anticipation than fear. We were bonded so much that we needed to celebrate. I rolled over onto my mother and positioned myself above her by kneeling in between her thighs. She placed my hands on her shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. Reaching down my mother grabbed hold of my rigid dick and guided it into her pussy-lifting her hips off the bed in order to get full penetration. I slide in my mother's pussy easily, like knife in the butter. Once I was fully inside her I paused for a moment to enjoy that sensation. It was everything I expected; I fantasised. I was in the heaven.

I started to move in and out her. My mother's pussy seemed to grab hold of my dick like a vacuum and suck every last part of it. As I fucked her, I ran my hands all over-to her mouth, her tits, her ass. For her part, Mother was feeling as close to me as she ever had before. It seemed the joining her son with sex transported her to another galaxy where everything was fine and peaceful. Neither She nor me wanted that feeling to go away. We fucked slowly for the first few strokes, and then got into a faster rhythm as I got the hang of it. Unfortunately, neither mother nor I could last very long. I began trembling in the grasp of my Mother's legs, and she could my dick swell inside of her.

"Shoot in me, Raja!! Shoot in your mother!!" she cried in joy as she reached for my dick.

I explode inside my mother's pussy and let loose jolt after jolt of cum. I shouted happily as I jerked inside her, leaving a pool of teenage semen in her pussy. At the feel of my warm, incestuous cum in her, mother, too, began an incredible climax. She shoved her fingers in my back holding me so tight against her body as she leaked her juices all over my dick.