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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51