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My Bengali Mother
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
An boy is seperated from his mother in the Pakistan-
India war of 1971, meets his mother again when he is a
mature man. When they meet, they find that they are
attracted to each other in a very special way. (MF,
inc)
***
I perhaps was the last joint venture of East and West
Pakistan. My father was a Punjabi while my mother was a
Bengali. They met each other when Bangladesh was East
Pakistan. My father was a government official from West
Pakistan who was posted in East Pakistan. Despite
growing tensions between West Pakistan army and the
Bengali public he married a Bengali girl called Jharna.
He moved back to West Pakistan along with her just
before the creation of Bangladesh. After the creation
of Bangladesh the behavior of people changed a lot.
East Pakistanis hated West Pakistanis and West
Pakistanis hated East Pakistanis. Facing a strong bias
against her my mother I started pressing my father to
let her go back to her people.
Her request was delayed because of my birth. My father
tried to convince her that as soon as things would be
normal he himself would take her there. They kept
quarrelling for two more years then one day my mother
left Pakistan with some other Bengalis without telling
anyone. She managed to go back to Bangladesh leaving me
a sole responsibility of my father.
My father had no option but to remarry for running the
household. I grew up under the indifferent attitude of
my stepmother. Soon she had two children of her own and
had no time for me. My father decided to deposit me in
a hostel. To my bad luck I looked more like my mother
than like my father. Knowing I was son of a Bengali
mother my schoolmates called me Bengali.
In Pakistan it was a sort of tease word. Time passed
quickly and I grew into adulthood. As I did my
graduation my father died. This set the chains of
events over which I had no control. My stepmother took
hold of the property left by my father and asked me to
live on my own. It was then the idea of meeting my real
mother crossed my mind.
It was twenty-one years since my mother left me and it
was not easy to trace her again. It took me another
year to trace her whereabouts from my relatives and
from some Bengalis I met. They told me a lot about my
mother. After leaving my father she married a local man
who worked in a private firm. He was a drunkard and was
least interested in anything other than wine. I was
also told that my mother remained childless during
these years.
After knowing all this I wrote a letter to my mother
and asked her to accept me back. Soon I got her reply
in which she told me that she and her husband would be
happy to meet me. She advised me to learn some Bengali
before coming to her country. On her advice I learned
some Bengali and bought the air ticket for Decca. Now
nothing could stop me to my Bengali mother.
()()()()
I was glad to see that my stepfather was already
waiting for me at the airport. As soon as he saw me he
gave me a hug and took my bags. My stepfather was lean
and black. To me he appeared a worn-out man in his
fifties. I asked about my mother and he told me that
she was at home getting the house ready for me. What
would she look like? I wondered.
As soon as we arrived at her house she greeted me.
Since she had married when she was seventeen, now she
was around 40. My mom was not really beautiful or even
fair colored but her big black eyes and long black
hairs were defying her age. Her breasts were quite big
and the roundness of her bottom made her look very
feminine. She was wearing the traditional Bengali dress
sari, which hugged her body in all the right places.
She was plump - there's no other way to put it—-but she
was looking very clean. She gave me a big hug and kiss
as I entered the house.
"Hey Son, my God you've grown," she said as she let go
of me.
"Thank mom, I am really happy to see you."
"Why don't you go ahead and put that entire luggage in
that room." She waved to a room in the corner of a
veranda.
The house was not big. It has only one floor and there
were three rooms in it.
"Oh yeah Raja, let me help you with that stuff," my
stepfather said picking up on of my suitcase.
He and I placed my stuff in the bedroom. He told me
that breakfast should be ready any minute. I told him I
would take a shower first, it had been a night flight
and I needed to freshen up. I got into the shower and
started to think about future ahead of me.
()()()()
I settled with my mother and her husband quiet nicely.
I told them that I don't want to be a burden on them,
as soon as I would find a job I would like to live on
my own. They were kind enough to tell me that I could
live with them even after finding a job. Initially my
mom behaved with me as if I were a small child. Though
I was not a child but I liked the attention I received
from her. The start of our relation was normal but one
day it changed suddenly for me.
The house had two bathrooms. The bathroom I was given
developed some problem with its drainage. My stepfather
said he would send someone to correct it. Meanwhile I
could use their bathroom. A day passed but the problem
was not resolved. Next day when I woke it was past
morning. My stepfather was gone to his office. I had an
urge to go to bathroom. I moved to my parent's bedroom.
As I entered I saw that the door of her bathroom was a
little open. What I saw was shocking and embarrassing.
I saw my mom plain naked in the shower, she was on a
doggy position with her hand reaching out for something
maybe her soap fell off or something, and her two legs
spread apart in an angle position, which expose her
bushy pussy and asshole in a full view for me to see.
The shower was still running so I don't think she heard
me opening the door of her bedroom. The view literally
took my breath away. The swollen lips of her mound were
slightly open showing the pink petals of her inner
flower and I could see the darker puckered rosebud of
her ass. I tried to control myself but my cock was not
listening to any logic. Mom straightened up and reached
for a towel. This was my cue to retreat to my bedroom.
I closed the door almost immediately, but the picture
of my mom's pussy was a memory for a long time to come.
I was ashamed and embarrassed. I thought mom might have
seen me. The door of the bathroom was usually locked
maybe she forgot to lock it inadvertently.
As I lay on my bed, contemplating on what I saw and how
bad it was morally. My dick was thinking differently. I
noticed the erection that I was having; the thought of
sexual feeling came to my mind together with the
thought of guilt. But the sexual thought surpassed my
guilt.
I began to stroke my penis slowly as I thought about my
mom's pussy and the compromising position she was in. I
started to imagine my dick slowly entering her pussy on
that position. That day, I cam like I have never down
before in a masturbation session. That day the
relationship I had with my mom changed, at least for
me. I started to think about her sexually.
()()()()
As I started to look at my mature mother with lust she
started to appear more and more sexy. Her breasts were
large and full and the jiggled and swayed when she
walked. Men would find reasons to stop and talk to my
mother. She was very careless about her dressing, since
she had a small abscess for the last five years, the
Doctor had ordered her not wear any bra.
She used to walk around only with her blouse on and
sometime the lower end of the blouse used to be open
revealing her silky big boobs, when she lifted her arms
I used to get a peek of her rock hard nipple as well,
this used to make me hot. I was passing through my
Oedipus complex a little late in my life. I tried to
come to terms with my wild emotions. I told myself over
and over again, "She's your mother, not some girl at
neighborhood. You can't feel like this about her." But
I did feel that way.
()()()()
One day I asked mom about her past with my father. She
admitted that he was good to her. Leaving him and me
was a mistake. She also told me that the hardest
decision she ever made was leaving me. Soon our talk
shifted to present and she confessed that her present
marriage is another of her mistake. Clearly she was not
happy as she started to sob.
I was having tea but I put my cup on the table and
moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her
towards me and hugged her. We remained like that. She
raised her head and kissed me on my cheek. I tried to
kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.
"What you are doing Raja?" She was furious.
"I just..."
She slapped on my cheek.
"Ma I just..."
"Shut up Raja. I always thought you are a good boy. I
talked about my frustration because there is nobody
with whom I can talk freely."
"I am sorry ma, please forgive me." I hung my head in
shame and walked towards my bedroom.
I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go
out of my room, as I did not have courage to face my
mom again. I did not even go out to have lunch. My
stepfather asked me to come out for lunch but I told
him that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and
left. I was praying that mom should not tell him
anything.
In the evening my stepfather went out to meet someone.
My mother came in my room. I was lying head down on the
bed. She came and sat on the edge of the bed and moved
her hand over my back.
"Get up Raja. You must be hungry. I have brought some
thing for you to eat."
"I am not hungry," I said keeping my head down. I had
no courage to look at her.
"Don't be silly. Forget what happened and get up now,"
she said affectionately.
She was moving her hand over my back and that touch was
very assuring. Eventually I mustered enough courage and
turned around. I was still avoiding an eye contact with
her.
"Forget everything and Have this."
She offered me a cup of tea and a piece of cake. I took
the cake and finished it in a flash, as I was too
hungry. My mom laughed.
"See I told you. You are hungry you can't hide anything
from me. Wait I will bring some more cake for you," she
said and went into the kitchen.
She came back with a few more pieces of cake. She was
now smiling. This gave me enough encouragement to
finally face her. I looked in her eyes.
"Ma I..."
"Shhhhh!" she kept her finger on my lips.
"It's okay son, actually I am feeling sorry that I
slapped you. You are now grown up."
"I am sorry ma. You looked so beautiful I lost
control."
On hearing this she blushed, "Please don't talk like
that."
"Ma just like you I was also frustrated. What happened
today was because of this frustration. I will not let
it happen again ma. May be its time to look for a bride
for me. I wish I have a wife like you."
She looked at me. I saw she looked worried.
"Ok have these," she gave the cake to me.
"I am sorry dear I slapped you."
"No ma it is your right. But please don't tell your
husband."
"Off course I won't let him know anything," she assured
me.
She smiled and turned around to leave the room. I could
not but watch her beautiful bottom sway as she moved
out. I was aching to make love to her but the taboo of
incest was coming in the way. I brushed off the
thoughts and moved my attention towards the cake. I was
much relieved now and after eating I moved in the
living room to watch TV. That night I had dinner with
my parents and retired to my bedroom early.
()()()()
Soon I found a temporary job. It was not very paying
but I had to start my new life from somewhere. On a hot
July afternoon, I had come back from work early that
day- when mom opened the door I saw her hiding behind
the curtain a little. As she saw me enter, she let the
curtain go. My god she was standing only in her
petticoat, nothing over her upper body. I was shocked
despite seeing her boobs a couple of times earlier.
"What's the matter mom?" I asked.
"Oh the electricity has gone and it's so hot."
"I see" I looked at her full breasts and big brownish
nipples and she'd acted as if it was the most natural
thing in the world.
"Do you mind my roaming half naked?"
"No," I replied, "It's your place. You are free to live
the way you like."
She was right about the heat. As I moved to my room I
felt getting wet due to perspiration. Wearing only
loose shorts I moved to her room. She was lying on her
bed and fanning herself with a hand fan. This was a
sight that I believed I would never see. After ogling
her body for a minute I said.
"Let me do that for you," I took the fan from her hand.
"You better come on bed with me so you can also get
benefit of the small air," she said.
As I eased my body beside her some air entered from
outside into room. "This is nice, isn't it, darling?"
she murmured.
"You mean the air"
"No, I meant lying here like this - together."
Gradually, I began to respond to the closeness of her
near naked body...her thin petticoat and the shorts I'd
put on before climbing into bed all that separated our
bodies. Her touch...her warmth; even her smell affected
me powerfully. I rubbed her bare shoulder and she was
surprised. "I am just wiping your sweat." I told her.
Gazing down at her back and looking at every pore of
her bare skin, I was getting excited beyond
imagination. I pushed aside the lock of tresses from
her back and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her
neck. Strangely she said nothing for a while. I could
see the impression of her buttocks ensconced inside the
thin veil of her petticoat. I moved my hand softly over
them.
Mom suddenly reacted strongly and pushed my hand away
from them. I slowly eased myself towards my mom. I
tried to drag her petticoat down over her bottom. She
turned with a startled look on her face, "Raja, what is
this?" she asked.
"Mom, I am only human-I can't control it anymore -it
feels like it is going to bleed-please, mom, let me do
it." I held her tightly in my arms crushing her to me.
She replied "Raja, this is not right-we should not do
this!"
I countered, "Don't worry, mom, I'll do it in the back,
just once."
After a little persuasion, she agreed. Wrapping my hand
around my cock, I lined it up with her puckered
asshole. "Ektu aste... Babun!" ("Be Slow... boy") she
cautioned me in a whisper. Fitting the tapered tip of
my cock-head on the little ring of wrinkled flesh, I
grabbed her by the hips. Then, slowly, but
persistently, I began to push it into her.
She let out a stifled gasp-but did not say anything. I
saw the head of the cock slowly spreading the darkened
circle of flesh as it relaxed and let the cock slide
inside. Pulling her back at the same time I pushed and
saw my cock slide deeper and deeper into the depths of
her ass.
"Nnnnnnuuhhhhhhhh," she softly groaned, as my cock
stretched her asshole wide open.
"Tomar pachhata ki sundar Ma," (Your backside is very
beautiful Ma) I said with full of praise for her lovely
buttocks.
"Oh, no....no more please. I am getting a ticklish
sensation there." ("Ei naa hissi-r lom er niche bhishon
sursuri lagchhe sona. orokom korisna.")
Leaning down over her, I lovingly nibbled on her arched
neck. As the hairy base of my cock, nudged up against
the smooth skin of her up thrust ass, I ran my hands
down under her and cupped her heavy tits.
Holding myself inside of her hot ass, I paused and
gently tweaked her rock-hard nipples. Tugging and
delicately pinching on the knobby protrusions, I felt a
shiver run through her body as she pushed herself back
against me, taking me even deeper inside her ass.
Slowly, methodically, I began to stroke my cock in and
out of the clutching tightness of her ass. Only a month
ago I was not aware where my mother was and now I was
fucking her in her ass. Fucking her tight, hot asshole
with my big cock.
I begun massaging her cunt and began stroking her in
the back at the same time. She began to give pleasured
moans and I knew I had opened her sensual doors. The
whole episode was over in about 20 minutes -and would
have continued further- if the servant maid had not
knocked at the door outside.
()()()()
Next day I saw mom changing the setting of the sitting
room. As she saw me she asked me to help moving a
table. She was looking at me but there was no anger in
her stare. "Sure" I said and moved to help her. After
moving the table she started arranging flowers in a
vase. I can't help noticing her femaleness in tightly
wrapped sari. I don't know why but I walked over to her
and put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.
She craned it to me and said; "don't do that to your
mother."
"I'm sorry, mom, for what I did to you. I don't know
what came over me," I said.
"Its okay. Just forget it. Maybe I led you on," she
said.
"I'm glad you're not mad at me."
"No, honey, I'm not mad."
Oh God, I wanted her bad but time was not right. My
stepfather could come any minuet. I went into the
bathroom and thought of rotten fish to get my goddamn
cock down. Nothing happened for the day. Only in
evening my stepfather told me that he was going on an
official tour outside the city for next two days.
Next day I went to my work and my stepfather went on
his tour as planned. When I came from work in the
evening I saw mother wearing a red sari with a golden
border. On dinner I asked her whether she is going
somewhere.
"Oh that sari. Actually your father don't like red, I
wear it when he go somewhere," she told me. There was
no more talk between us.
Only at sleeping time I realized that I was alone with
my mother in the house. I suddenly had a raging hard
on. First I thought about masturbating but then another
idea crossed my mind. I took my dress off and padded
down to my mother's room. I didn't knock. I just walked
in and went over to her bed, my cock getting harder
with each step. Mom was on her side, away from me. I
pulled back the sheet and slid in beside her. She was
still wearing her red sari. I just reached out to her
shoulder and turned her toward me.
Her eyes opened. "You! What are you doing?" I kissed
her and moved my hand to her breast, took the warm
fullness in my hand and felt her nipple get hard. I
tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger. My cock was
now full and hard, and pressing against her leg.
"How soft it is!" (O Ma! ki naram!) I exclaimed,
squeezing her breasts with gentle pressure.
"Ei Babun! Ki hochchhe! Chhar bolchhi -paji chhele".
("Stop! Stop, you naughty boy!") But that protest
wasn't strong enough to stop me.
I moved my hand up under her sari and to her pussy, her
legs tight together, my fingers rubbing her full bush.
"We can't, we can't," she muttered.
"I'm sorry, ma," I whispered. "It is too late. I'm
going to take you now whether you like it or not."
She said, "Do you know it is a sin."
I said yes and I am sorry for that. But there was no
option as I lost control on myself.
"All right... I'll let you love me if that's what you
need... but listen to me - it has to be my way."
We shared our first kiss and I was pleased by the
unexpected entry of her tongue into my mouth. She
unbuttoned her blouse but left it on.
"Right," I responded. "Strip you gorgeous woman."
My cock, fat and straining, was bouncing in front of
her. I pulled her sari off and slid her petticoat down.
She lifted her body a little to help me.
"How can you like what you see?" she asked. "I'm old."
I could hardly speak because she looked so good to me.
I told her that my stiffness was ample evidence of her
beauty. Up close her full breasts looked as beautiful;
they were big and translucent so that just a hint of
fine blue traced through them and across her round
puffy nipples. I could see the swollen lips of her
pussy that my hard cock had spread only in my
fantasies; they were a bit shiny from the fluid around
them. I kissed and sucked on them without really
knowing what I was doing but my mother was moaning and
that made me feel good.
I mounted her and pushed my cock up against the
entrance to her wonderful tight cunt. I let my weight
down on her lightly, feeling her soft flesh, her warm
belly, her pussy hair against me, and her breasts
against my chest. I kissed her again, and her
resistance was gone. "Oh Raja," she said and she opened
her legs.
She brought her hands down to my bottom and pulled me
against her, then moved one hand under me and took my
cock. I lifted a little and she guided it to her
opening. Up and down. A little in and then back out! As
my cock found it's way into her, I told her that it was
all I ever wanted. Her wet vagina squeezed my stiff
cock as I pushed up into her belly. There was no better
feeling. I was fucking my mother and she was helping me
to do that. I didn't know much more than to do what
came naturally.
I started to push, and her creamy soft thighs parted as
she continued to whimper her soft protests. Soon I was
buried inside her and we started kissing again, but now
with a savageness born of our incestuous lust.
"Oh God...I can't believe I'm doing this with my own
son," she moaned.
"But tell me you aren't enjoying being fucked like
this," I groaned back.
'Oh yes, I need the fuck of my son," she whispered,
insolently and rudely. "I need him to fuck me hard,
more and more!"
I was so rampant now that I knew I needed to flood her
with spunk so I could start again soon after. So I bent
her over the bed and rammed myself into her. Her big
bottom heaved back against me as I pounded away. In her
orgasmic cries she had called upon God, but more likely
what we were doing was of the devil. That night the
devil received his dues.
After a while, Mom wrapped her legs around me to pull
me deeper inside of her. Her own movements were getting
faster and wilder and I knew that she was ready for me
to fuck her faster as well. I may not have had the
sexual experience or skill that my Mother had, but I
did have youth and the energy that comes with it. I
pounded my cock into Mom's pussy like a jackhammer
breaking a sidewalk apart. Mom was raking my back with
her fingernails and biting into my shoulder to keep
from crying out.
Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer. Mom's legs
pulled me hard against her as I shoved my cock into her
pussy as far as I could. I held it in there as I felt
my cum shoot into her time and again as it flooded her
cunt. She squeezed my dick with her pussy to drain
every last drop of cum out of me. Our juices mingled
and seeped out to soak our pubic areas. I could feel
our hairs as they became matted and tangled.
When Mom and I had both finished cumming, I collapsed
on top of her as my arms refused to support my weight
any longer. My cock was already shrinking but she kept
her legs wrapped around me to hold me inside of her
longer. She pulled my mouth to hers. We kissed for as
long as we could before we were forced to separate so
that our exhausted bodies could suck in the air they so
desperately needed.
I rolled off of Mom and lay beside her with my arm
around her. She huddled in close and rested her head on
my chest. Her fingers softly stroked my chest and she
would occasionally bend her head over to kiss my chest
or my neck, or to lick the sweat off of me. For what
seemed like the longest time, the only sounds to be
heard in that room were we breathing.
It was as if I had drunk at an ever-flowing fountain of
sweet water, and the very thirst it sought to quench,
it in fact enhanced. She was the source to which I
would ever long to return. We were looking at each
other as if we had just seen each other for the first
time, not smiling, just looking in each other's eyes. I
was the one who eventually broke the silence.
"Are you sorry about what we did?"
After taking her time she said, "No! I needed this. I
used to enjoy sex so much. I just needed a good fuck to
remind me how much I need to open myself up again...
figuratively and literally."
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Like I've never felt before. Wonderful. A man," I
said.
"Yes, you certainly are," she said. "Do you feel bad?
"No," I said.
"Neither do I," she said.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"For what?" She answered.
"You know," I mumbled, "I, uh... I came pretty fast."
"I take it as a compliment that I turned you on so much
that you erupted so fast."
I was about say something but she stood up, "Bhishon
hissi peye giyechhilo (I had an urgency to pee)", and
went out towards the bathroom.
I watched down at her heart-shaped ass swaying back and
forth as she walked out. I was in heaven, still lying
naked on the bed. My fantasy had become a reality. Till
it happened I have never imagined it will happen. She
pissed behind the semi open door of the bathroom and I
waited. Soon I saw her standing at the sink and washing
her hands.
The sight of her protruding bottom made my heart beat
faster. As she bent forward, her butt cheeks fell
apart, exposing her pussy. Her invitation was obvious.
With a raging hard-on I reached moved behind her.
Before she can turn I spread her ass cheeks apart with
both hands, aimed my cock in her pink fuck hole and
pushed. Mom groaned as I filled her tight vagina.
Looking back over her shoulder she wiggled her ass,
causing my thick shaft to squirm inside her. "You son
of a bitch... let me finish."
Gripping her hips, I pulled out until just the head was
still in her. Then I pushed forward, filling her again.
I watched her ass jiggle as my body slapped on her
body. Now I could feel the sensation of her enveloping
me, feel her wetness sliding over me, feel her warmth
drawing me in her. As I got into a rhythm, I began to
caress her soft ass cheeks.
After awhile I used my thumbs to pull them apart so I
could watch my hard cock penetrate my mother's inner
core. I loved the way her hole stretched around my
thickness, the way her inner lips vanished and appeared
with each stroke. I marveled at how hot and wet she
was. My cock glistened with her oily juices.
My brain began to shift into overdrive. I was once
again fucking my beautiful mother. My hard cock was
buried in the very hole from which I was born. It was
willingly welcoming me back into it's depths. And it
would soon, gladly, accept the offering of hot,
incestuous seed that I would pour into it. Amazing!
Hot! Wonderful!
My strokes began to pick up speed. I pounded forward
with more force. Soon I was driving into Mom's cunt as
hard as I could, her butt cheeks shaking each time my
pelvis slammed into them. Mom never missed a beat. She
kept thrusting her ass back to meet my every stroke.
I reached forward to grab Mom's hanging breasts as they
jiggled with the force of our fucking. Cupping them, I
squeezed hard. Mom moaned and fucked back at me even
harder. Soon her ass was a blur as we pounded at each
other.
Mom's pussy clutched at my invading cock. Her hot
juices seemed to scald my shaft. The shower stall
echoed with the sound of our bodies slapping together.
I could feel my balls churn with my hot seed. I knew I
wouldn't last much longer.
Letting go of her breast, I reached down to stroke her
hard clit nub. "Cum, Mom." I urged.
Mom groaned at the extra stimulation against her clit.
Her pussy trembled around my shaft. Reaching back, she
cupped my bouncing balls and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck, Mom. I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill
your hot cunt with my thick seed... Cum with me, Mom.
Suck my sperm right up into your incest-loving womb...
Shit! I'm cummmiiiinnnggg!"
My cockhead swelled and belched, sending a hot stream
of sticky cum shooting up into my mother's womb. Again
and again it jerked. Each time it sent more of my baby-
making seed splashing up into her sucking vagina,
filling her hole to capacity.
Mom shuttered as she felt my hot jizz coat her inner
walls. Ducking her head down, pushing her butt back
tight against my pelvis, and clenching her legs
together, trapping my spurting cock deep inside her
twat, Mom jerked and shook through her own orgasm.
"Yeeessss, Raja." she cried. "Cum in my cunt. It feels
ssssooooo gggoood!"
Slowly we sank to the floor of the bathroom. My
shrinking cock slipped from my mother's cum filled
pussy. We lay there for a moment, hugging each other.
Mom smiled and kissed me.
I told her. "I still can't believe I am fucking you, my
wonderful, beautiful mother."
"I know," she replied. "Yet here we are, naked
together, with your cum seeping out of my fucked pussy.
And I am already looking forward to doing it again."
"Again?" I asked. "I can't do it again now."
"I know, I know." she said, "But there is always
tomorrow. I want you to promise me you won't leave me
ever for any reason. OK?"
I looked her square in the eye. "I promise." I said. "I
promise I will fuck my beautiful mother every day and
fill her belly full of my hot seed. I will be the best
fucking son you could ever want."
With that we washed and headed back to bed, where we
slept for remainder of the night. The next morning Mom
proved to me what she meant when she said there is
always tomorrow.
() () () ()
The first thing I was aware of was something soft and
warm brushing against my face. I opened my eyes and
stared at Mom's red nipple as it hovered over my
forehead, just before it lowered to touch my face. Mom
was sitting on the edge of my bed, stark naked.
With a feather-light touch she dragged her breasts down
across my nose and over my mouth. Then she shifted
direction and brought them gently across from cheek to
cheek. On her way back across my face I opened my mouth
to catch her nipple. Sucking it in, I lashed at it with
my tongue.
"Mmmmmm!" Mom said, halting her movement to allow me to
suck on her tit. "It's about time you woke up, sleepy
head. Time for you to make love to your mother! I need
to feel your loving touch deep inside my pussy this
morning."
Still sucking on her tit, I reached across her leg and
delved into her crotch. Her mound was wet, her lips
swollen and open. In no time at all I was fucking three
fingers up inside her welcoming hole, while stroking
her clit with my thumb.
"Oh, yes." Mom moaned, opening her legs wide to give me
full access to her excited bush. As she ground her twat
into my hand, she reached back to pull the covers off
of my naked body. Grabbing my erect cock, she began to
stroke up and down, smearing the pre-cum over the head.
Suddenly, she pulled her breast from my mouth, twisted
around, throwing a leg over my head, and dove face
first into my crotch. The feel of her warm, wet mouth
engulfing my shaft was exquisite. For the next several
minutes she kissed, licked and sucked my cock like it
was the most wonderful thing in her life.
I was left staring up between my mother's legs at her
dripping pussy. I still marveled at how lucky I was.
Here I was and my own lovely mother's beautiful vagina
hovering over my face. I would soon be exploring its
depths, first with my tongue and then with my cock. The
place of my origin was mine to love, to kiss, and to
fuck, whenever I wanted. Reaching up to grab her hips,
I pulled her cunt down onto my face. Then I set about
showing her that I felt it was the most wonderful thing
in my life.
Slowly, lovingly, we built the tension that leads to
orgasm. Each sensitive to the excitement of the other,
we worked toward a mutual climax. As Mom poured her
love juices from her quivering twat into my open mouth,
I pumped my thick cream down her gulping throat.
Mom fell to the side, lying on her back. Her chest
heaved with the power of her orgasm, her breasts
jiggling enticingly. As I sat up beside her, she looked
at me with lust-filled eyes. "Boy! I can't wait any
longer. Come inside your mother and fill me up" ("Ami
aar parchhina Babun! Ebar ma-r bhitore aay - sona
chhele, ekdom bhitore aay"), Her words sent a chill
down my spine. She said.
I gazed down at her. Her hair flowed around her head
like a dark cloud. Her eyes seemed to flash with
lustful desire. Her cheeks were still flushed from her
orgasm. Her lips were full and kissable. As my gaze
lowered, I took in her neck, smooth and long; her
breasts, soft, with extended nipples which betrayed her
excitement; her stomach, which seemed to flutter with
each breath she took; on down to her hairy mound,
shining with her oily juices; and then beyond, down her
beautiful, sculpted legs. From head to toe she was
gorgeous.
Just looking at her, excited me. She was my mother - my
beautiful, wonderful, fuckable mother. My cock began to
harden at the thought of her squirming beneath me as I
pounded it into her willing body.
As I moved over Mom's body, she lay back and lifted her
legs, spreading them wide to open herself to me.
Reaching down she spread her pussy lips, revealing the
pink interior. I set the head of my cock at the target
she was giving me and pushed. Her tight hole stretched
out around it, engulfing it. In one, slow thrust, it
swallowed me whole, all the way to the root.
"Oh my son! You are inside your mother now. Don't you
like it?" ("Ki baba? Tui to amar ekdom bhitore ekhon.
Bhalo lagchhe to?")
"Oh Ma! I can't describe how I feel now. It makes me
feel so good." I said.
"Now you are experienced. Aren't you?" she told me with
naughty looks.
She began corkscrewing her hairy mound against my
groin, causing my cock to squirm around inside her wet
pussy. "I know its incest. But I don't care. I love it.
I love you. I love my own son fucking me. Do it, Raja.
Fuck me. Fuck your mother and fill my twat with your
wonderful incestuous seed."
I held her gaze as I began to move in and out of her.
Her eyes were like dark pools of love and lust mixed
together. I felt like I could almost drown in them.
"Fuck, I really love this woman." I thought; not just
as my mother, but as my lover as well. I am the
luckiest man in the world!
I wanted so much to go slow, to love her with every
ounce of my being. I wanted to show her that I thought
she was the sexiest, most wonderful woman in the world
to me. I had the whole morning to savor the joining of
our flesh.
I could feel her hungry pussy lips suck at my cock each
time I pulled back. I marveled at the squishy, hot
sensations that washed over it each time I sank back
in. With each stroke Mom would push up against me with
her own special corkscrewing motion that seemed to
caress every inch of my manhood. Quickly we established
a fuck rhythm that I wished could go on forever.
Never breaking eye contact, I leaned down and licked
her nipple, causing her to arch her chest up for more.
Once again I leaned down to lick the other nipple.
Again she arched up at me. Back and forth I went,
licking each hard nipple until they were both erect,
begging for attention. Still our fucking motion
continued. Then shifting down onto my elbows, I grabbed
both breasts and squeezed, forcing the nipples up even
harder. Lowering my face, I captured one in my mouth
and sucked, hard.
"Babun! Aar ektu jore! Aaaaro... aaaro jore... ei to
sona amar... katto sona!" (Harder sweetheart) she
cried, pleading me to fuck her wilder and harder. "Suck
mommy's tits. That feels ssssoooo good. You are driving
me wild, you wonderful motherfucker, you. Suck my hot
titties and fuck my horny cunt. Don't ever stop. Fuck
me!"
I switched to her other nipple. This time I lashed my
tongue back and forth over the extended nipple. At the
same time I squeezed both breasts hard, loving the way
it caused Mom to cry out with lust. I could feel her
mature twat sucking on my pounding cock as I pushed
into her again and again. Still I held her gaze in
mine.
Suddenly Mom reached around and grabbed my ass.
Squeezing my cheeks, she began to pull me hard into her
hairy mound. As she did she pushed up with her pelvis,
fucking herself on my hard shaft. Our bellies slapped
together.
Almost defiantly she urged me on. "Come on. Fuck
mommy's pussy hard. Pound your motherfucking big cock
up my fuck-loving twat." Still gazing deep into my
eyes, she called out, "Feed me your hard, hot prick.
Tame my slutty, son-loving pussy. What's the matter? Is
your mother's cock-hungry hole too much for you?"
Her smut talk fueled my lust. Pushing up onto my arms
again, I slammed my hot rod into her boiling cunt as
hard as I could, crushing her clit against my pubic
bone.
"YYYEEES!" she cried out. "Do it! Fuck me. Fuck me
hard. Fuck me!"
Each time I slammed down into her, she pushed up to
meet me. My bed groaned under the force of our fucking.
The room echoed with the sound of our superheated
bodies slapping against each other.
"Shit, Mom." I gasped out. "Your fuck-hungry pussy is
eating me alive. I can't take it much longer. I gonna
cum."
"Me, too," she moaned as our bodies slapped together
again. "Just don't stop. Mommy's almost there! Keep on
fucking that gorgeous cock up my juicy twat. Fuck me
and make me cum."
And then the dam burst. My cock recoiled like a rifle,
as I shot a steady volley of sperm into my mother's
open pussy. "Cccccuuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg." I cried as my
hot white cream bathed the walls of her vagina.
The feel of my seed spraying into her, sent Mom over
the edge. Her pussy walls collapsed around my throbbing
shaft. "Ccccuuummmmiiiinnnnggggg." she cried, wrapping
her arms and legs around me and pulling me deep into
her flesh. "I can feel it. I can feel you filling my
pussy with your wonderful, incestuous seed.
Ooooooohhhhhh, yyyyeeeesssss!"
We lay, locked together like that, for several minutes.
Slowly my tired cock shrank and slid from my mother's
twat. As we gasped for air, a stream of cum began
flowing from her well-fucked hole to soak into my bed
sheets.
Mom sighed. "Wow. It just keeps getting better and
better between us. I love you, Raja. I love fucking my
hot, sexy son."
"I love you, too, Mom." I replied.
() () () ()
Over the next several months we continued to explore
the many possible ways and places to have sex. We
fucked on the stairs; we fucked on the kitchen counter;
we fucked on the dining room table; we spread chocolate
sauce and whipped cream over each other, licked it off
and fucked; then we fucked in the shower. I fucked her
standing up; I fucked her sitting down; I fucked her
lying on my back (my favorite) and I fucked her doggie
style (her favorite).
I fucked her between her tits, I fucked her in the ass
and I fucked her with a dildo. I lost track of how many
times and how many ways we fucked each other. It was
just unbelievable. I can't imagine a better teacher or
lover than my Mother. She's taught me more about sex
than I could have ever hoped to know or learn on my
own.
Initially we had some fear of my step-dad, her husband,
but with the passage of time we came over it. He mostly
did the same thing everyday. Get up early, go to work,
come home tired, drink till he passed out in his chair
while watching the news, wake up, eat dinner, and then
off to bed. His attitude toward mom had been less than
joyful for a while now. I couldn't really remember the
last time I saw him affectionate towards my mother.
One day we were all in sitting room. I saw mother
giving him some attention. I felt jealous and decided
to shift her attention towards me. I started rubbing my
eye and squirming in my seat. Mom looked my direction.
"Mom, I think I have something in my eye, can you check
it?"
"Sure babun."
My step-dad was facing away from us. Mom came over to
me and I smiled up at her. She leaned over and brought
her face close to mine as if she was looking into my
eye. As she looked into my eyes I leaned forward and
kissed her lightly on the lips. She was shocked but she
controlled her shock very well.
"I can't see anything from this angle; let me get a
closer look."
I turned my head back to be met by mom's lips on mine.
She wrapped her hands around my neck as we started to
kiss right there in the same room as my step-dad. It
was exciting.
While embracing each other, we heard him stir in his
chair. Both of our hearts seemed to jump from our
chests. Had we been caught? I quickly moved my hands
from mom's hips and mom rearranged herself to appear to
be inspecting my eye. "So does he have something there
or what?" he asked.
"Yeah I think something is in there alright. I think we
need to put drops in his eye to help whatever gets out.
Come on babun; let's go to the bathroom so I can have a
proper look at that thing." Mom said mischievously.
She stood there for a second, blocking her husband's
view of me so that I could straighten up. "We'll be
back in a minute." Mom said to my step-dad as she took
my hand and led me to the bathroom. My step-dad didn't
seem to care one way or the other about what we were
doing. As we walked past him, I looked as he tilted his
glass to get the last little bit of his drink down.
"When you get done with him, fix me another drink," he
commanded.
"Sure, no problem at all, as soon as I finish tending
to my son."
The smile on her face was absolutely priceless. We
hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Mom
turned her back to the sink and faced me. Quickly she
pulled her sari unto her waist. I could tell she was
not nearly finished with what we had started in the
living room. "God that was hot babun, but we need to
hurry."
She kissed me again; practically ravaging my face and
mouth as her tongue savagely entered my mouth again. I
put my hands on her waist and picked her up, setting
her ass on the edge of the bathroom sink. She fumbled
with the button on my pant and it dropped to the ground
in a flash. I leaned forward and sank my cock inside
her cunt to the hilt and started fucking her with every
bit of energy I could muster.
I slammed my cock into mom as hard and as fast as I
could. I wanted to spread my seed deep inside her
waiting womb again. Mom started squeezing my cock with
her pussy muscles on every stroke out of her as if she
was trying to milk my cock. For someone in her age, she
had unbelievable control over her inner muscles. We
were both starting to sweat from the workout we were
giving each other. While we were kissing, we heard my
step-dad holler from the sittinging room.
"Are you two done in there yet?"
"Just another minute honey, I'm cumming." Mom replied
through the door. I started grunting as I fucked my
cock inside my mom.
Harder and harder I thrust of my hips forward, my balls
smacked mom's ass on each stroke. Again the old
sensation of an approaching orgasm came up my spine. It
tingled all the way up till it hit my brain and with
one final thrust I buried my cock as far inside mom's
cunt as I could and spent my seed. My cock twitched as
mom's pussy gripped down hard around it. Her orgasm
followed very close behind mine. She quickly locked her
lips to mine and practically yelled into my mouth as
she came. It was the most intense feeling I had ever
had till this moment.
As her orgasm subsided, mom broke our kiss and looked
down between us. I put my hands on both of her cheeks
and kissed her lightly and passionately on the lips.
Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from mom and pulled up
my pant. She hopped down from the sink, straightened
her sari. "Now, that should help get your head straight
for a while. I'll check on you later in the night." She
gave me another quick peck on the lips and walked out
of the bathroom.
I listened as mom went back into the living room."What
took so long in there?"
"Sorry honey, it took a bit of coaxing to get the drops
in the right way." I looked at myself in the mirror and
just smiled. I was absolutely glowing. Imagining the
possibilities this new relationship with mom could
bring.
() () () ()
Things continued in this way for a while but not
forever. Once mom drugged my step-dad and we were
having fun in my room. We were gone quiet far when we
heard a knock on the door.
"It's him ma." I said in a terrified voice.
"Raja, open the door, your mom is not in the house!" I
heard my step-dad shouting.
He thought my mom went out somewhere but he did not
suspect that she was with me. I was terrified and did
not know how to react.
"Raja dress up I will handle this," Mom said in a firm
tone.
I was surprised and wondered what she was up to? I
quickly pulled on my dress and lay on the bed inside
the covers. I was really terrified. My mom pulled her
sari down up to her feet adjusted her hair and got up
from the bed. She then slowly walked towards the door.
My heart was pounding as she removed the latch. She
opened the door halfway, stepped out and quickly pushed
the door back.
"What are you doing here?" My stepfather asked loudly.
I could hear him even though the door was closed.
"Listen now, my son is no longer a kid," said my mom.
"I know that, come to the point."
"You see he is now twenty four and his needs are not
that of a baby," said my mom.
"What do you mean?" asked my stepfather.
"Look I just want to tell you that..."
"Don't confuse me just tell me why you were in his
room?"
A few minutes of silence and then my mother spoke
something which I never thought she could speak.
"What do you think two adults would do in the middle of
the night in a closed room with lights switched off?"
"You bitch... You mean... he was fucking you." My
father shouted.
"Don't shout at me." My mother yelled. She had taken an
aggressive stand.
"Are you able to satisfy me for the last many years?"
she yelled again. "Did I spare any efforts to stimulate
you?"
My stepfather did not say anything. Probably he was
stunned by my mother's questions. She had directly
attacked his manhood and humiliated him.
"Do I not have any feelings? Do I not have any desires?
Am I too old not to have any sexual desire?" Her voice
cracked.
After a few seconds of silence
"I have been serving you like a maid without any
complains." She was sobbing now. "I do not have any
existence. For the last two years I have not even gone
out of the house. I have not seen a single movie; I
have never been to any restaurant. I am just working as
your maid servant." She was now crying loudly.
I felt sorry for my mother. For the first time I
realized what she was going through.
"Raja is now twenty-four and people are already
bringing marriage proposals for him. What do you think
when he gets married and moves out?" she took a brief
pause.
"Who will take my care in my old age?" she asked but my
stepfather kept quiet. "By giving up to him I am
ensuring he stays with us" She declared. "So what you
want to do now? Want to kill me? Go ahead kill me and
relieve me from my duties as your maid." My mom was
very angry. I was surprised how the tide was turned.
"But what you are doing is wrong," my stepfather
finally said something.
"Don't preach me what is wrong and what is right." Her
anger was spilling out of her voice. "I know what I am
doing is not moral as per the society in which we live.
But I don't care for that society" She said in a very
firm voice. "It is pay back time now. I am doing
exactly what I should do."
Nothing happened for a few minutes. I waited for some
more time but I did not hear any conversation between
them. I assumed that they went to their room and
settled in their beds.
() () () ()
Next day morning I was lying on my bed head down. It
was already time to get up. But I did not have courage
to face my stepfather. I wanted to go to office to
escape the embarrassment but how could I avoid my
stepfather? He would be in the living room watching
morning news. I heard my door open but I still lay as I
was. It was my mom.
She came and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Get up," she said moving her hand over my back. I felt
assured like a baby.
"Today your stepfather has gone out for his morning
walk earlier, may be he wants to avoid you."
Now I wanted to avoid him and he too wanted to avoid
me. I got up from the bed and tried to kiss my mom. She
gently pushed me back.
"Ummm you need to brush your teeth before you put
anything in your mouth."
She was right. I quickly got up and rushed towards the
bathroom. I relieved myself, brush my teeth, took a
shower and came out in the living room. My mom had
already arranged my breakfast and tea on the dining
table.
"Wow it smells good ma what have you made for me?" I
asked.
"It's your usual omelet and bread but with butter may
be that's why it smells good."
I walked towards the table where she was standing and
put my arms around her. She also put her arms around my
neck and rested her breast against me. We kissed
passionately.
"Mom I heard everything yesterday."
"You little rascal you were spying on us."
"No ma I was standing there just in case he tries beat
you."
"So did you hear everything?"
"Yeah everything till you said 'payback time'."
She blushed as she poured some tea in my cup. I
finished my breakfast and rushed to my office. That day
in the office was very disturbing for me. I was not
able to concentrate. I was waiting for 5 pm. The watch
never seemed to go forward. At last those long hours
were over and I headed back to my home.
My mom opened the door for me. I went straight into my
bedroom as wanted to avoid my step-dad who was watching
TV in the living room. But how long I could avoid it? I
had to face him at the dinner table. I kept my head
down at the dinner table to avoid eye contact with my
step-dad. He was also doing the same thing. I hastily
finished my dinner and went in my bedroom. It was too
early to sleep so I picked up a book and started
reading it.
It was around 11 pm when my mom walked in and closed
the door. I was surprised, as she would normally come
to me after mid night. She was also wearing some
flowers in her hair. She walked straight into my arms.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her.
"Ma you are early today?" I asked her.
"You did not hear what your father said afterwards."
"What did he say ma?"
"He said he won't mind our relationship and even
encouraged me to sleep with you everyday," she said
brushing her nose against my chest.
I was delighted on hearing this. Now I understood why
he did not say anything to me and why he avoided
contact with me. He had probably accepted the reality
that he was not going to get his wife back. It was in
his own interest that he let his wife sleep with me
instead of somebody else. This would have humiliated as
the word would have spread about his condition.
"Oh ma," I said and moved on top of her.
I kissed her gently. She was moving her fingers through
my hair. She pulled me close to her and put her arms
around my back. I was now resting on her soft body. Her
breasts were pressing against my chest. I was feeling
their softness. I moved my face over her breasts and
started rubbing it against her breasts. She was now
moaning with pleasure and excitement. I kissed her
breasts over and over again.
"Uhh Raja that's feeling so good," and she pressed my
head against her breasts.
I was not wearing any T-shirt so when she pulled my
shorts in a flash I was naked. "You have made me a
woman again. You make me feel wanted and loved. I would
have become mad if this had not happened between us."
"Oh ma I love you. You are so sweet."
"I love you too honey."
"You know Raja how frustrated I was for all these
years?"
"I can understand ma."
"You can't understand the agony through which I have
gone."
"I know mom."
I was now moving my fingers through her hair and
planting a few soft kisses on her lips and on her
forehead. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying
being loved.
"It feels soooo good when you love me like this Raja."
"I love you ma."
"Your step-dad never loved me like this. He was
interested only in the hole between my legs."
"No mom he is not that insensitive."
"I am his wife honey and I know him for almost twenty
years."
"Then I am sorry ma you did not have a good time with
him."
"Yes only some times when I was wild I needed him
otherwise it was he who would just insert his dick and
have his way," she said in a low voice.
"But he is not that bad ma."
"I know honey but he was too clumsy in the bed. He
never made me feel loved. I always used to feel used by
him like a sex slave. So disgusting."
"It's ok ma it's all over now. You have me."
"Yes honey," she sighed.
I then pressed myself against her breast and started to
kiss them. She began moaning with pleasure. My dick was
hard like a steel bar and aching to go inside her.
"Raja, remove my sari."
"Ma"
"Your step-dad already know everything so what's the
point in keeping it on"
I slowly removed her sari like a kid unwrap his gift.
She was now in her blouse and petticoat. Her breasts
were moving up and down with her every breath. She put
her hands behind her back and slowly unhooked her
blouse. I helped her remove it. This exposed her bra
which was desperately trying to hold her huge breasts.
I put my hand around her back and started to unhook her
bra. My hands were trembling and my body was shaking.
After struggling for a while I gave up the attempt to
unhook her bra. She giggled and unhooked and removed it
in a flash.
"Next time I won't do it for you," she said as she
giggled.
I was dumbfounded when I saw her voluptuous breasts.
"What are you looking at Raja? Don't you want to suck
them?" She asked lovingly.
"Wow ma you are so gorgeous," I said.
She then pulled me towards her. I buried my face
against her exposed breasts and started rubbing it
against it. She was moaning with pleasure. I then
started sucking her breast. I was moving my tongue over
her nipples teasing her. She was arching her back and
moaning with pleasure. After some time she pulled my
head towards her.
"Raja love me Raja," she whispered in my ear.
She then slowly slid her hands between my and her belly
to reach out to the strings of her petticoat. As she
was uniting her strings her hands were touching my dick
and I was feeling a sweet tingling sensation. After she
had untied the strings she lifted her bottom slightly
and slid her petticoat down up to her thighs.
"Remove it honey," she said lovingly.
I quickly removed it. Her beautiful thighs were now
exposed to me. She was wearing a black panty. I lowered
my face between her thighs and started kissing softly
on inside of her thighs. She started to moan loudly as
I reached near her pussy.
"Aggghhhh Raja Ssshhhh Aaaaahhh."
I then reached over her panty. I placed a kiss on her
pussy over her panty.
"Ssssshhhh Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned.
I kept on kissing softly as she moaned. My nose was
filled with the musky aroma coming out of her pubic
area. I slowly increased the frequency of my kisses.
She was now moaning with pleasure. I then started
rubbing my nose and cheeks against her pussy and
kissing her pussy loudly. The rubbing and the sound of
smooching made her crazy.
"Aggghhh O my God Ssssshhh Aaahhhhhggghhh ssssshhhh
aaaaahhhh!"
"Rohaaaan come inside me Raja Ssssshhhh aghhhh!"
She pulled my hair and brought my face near her.
"Do it honey do it. I can't wait!"
She was raising her waist again and again and pressing
her pussy against my dick. My hands automatically moved
to reach her panty. I slowly removed it from her body.
Her thick black pubic hairs were hiding her pussy. I
slowly moved my fingers through them occasionally
caressing her pussy lips. She would moan with pleasure
whenever I touched her pussy.
For the first time after months since our first
encounter my mom was lying totally naked under me. I
lay myself on top of her. I wanted to feel the
nakedness of her body. I had placed my hands over her
shoulders from behind her back. My chest was resting
against her breasts. Our bellies were pressing against
each other and my thighs were resting on her thighs. My
dick was resting in her pubic hair aching to go home.
"Come inside honey," she said with a lust filled voice.
She pushed me away a little to free my dick which was
sandwiched between our pubic region. She then grabbed
it and placed it between her pussy lips.
"Push it Raja get it inside me at once."
"Aaaahhh ma" as I pushed my dick inside her with a
single thrust.
"Aaaaiiiiigaaaa!" my mom screamed loudly.
"O my God it hurt Raja Oooooog!" she screamed in pain.
For the fist time, she was moaning and screaming loudly
as there was no worry of getting caught. It was already
known to my step-dad what was going on. It hurt because
she was too impatient to wait. It was at her insistence
I pushed myself inside her at once. I ignored her
because I knew after a few strokes she would be wet
enough. So I started moving in and out of her pussy as
slowly as possible.
I increased my rhythm when I realised that she was wet
enough. The pain from her face was vanished and she was
moaning with pleasure again. She was pressing her lower
lip with her teeth to control her ecstasy. It was very
pleasing sight to see my mom moaning with pleasure. It
was a very satisfying feeling to see that I was able to
give her so much pleasure. Her pussy was now leaking
with our churned love juices.
We were both enjoying the touch of our naked bodies.
Our naked bodies were rubbing against each other. Face
to face, breasts to chest, belly to belly, thighs to
thighs and our genitals locked. I was moving slowly in
and out of her body enjoying the coziness of her pussy.
She had clasped my buttocks with her hands and she was
pressing me towards her pussy.
"Faster honey, faster," she moaned.
I increased my rhythm. After some time she spread her
legs wide apart. I knew from the past experience that
she was about to come now. I was controlling myself not
to come before her.
"Sssss, Agghhhhh Rajaaaa!"
"Maaaa Sssssshhhh aaaahhhhh!"
"Faster Raja Faster! Ssssshhhh Aghhhhhhhh!" She
screamed.
"Ohh maaa I will come maaaa!"
"Ohhhhh rip me apart Aaaaiiiiggghaaa Aaahhhhhhhh!" she
screamed loudly.
Her screaming was driving me crazy. I knew that my dad
was surely able to hear everything. I was totally
turned on by the thought that my dad was now aware that
mom was begging me to love her.
Few months later, at 41, my mother Jharna got pregnant
again. This time with my baby. I am happy I knocked my
dear mother. The people around us think that my mother
conceived with her husband's semen. But we only knew
that my semen has taken shape in my mother's womb. Our
baby is due in six months. You are welcome to suggest a
name (other than bastard) for the upcoming baby.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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