Sanjay felt that his mother handled this situation well. His respect for her grew in the last few days of their divorce as she saw how gracefully and with firm conviction she handled herself.
However, inside her Pratima felt terrible. Rajeev, while being abusive and insensitive during the last 5 years, was once a kind and romantic young man who she had fallen in love with. However, she was helpless to prevent the jealously and insecurity of Rajeev that led to alcoholism and Pervert Exploit, and a complete withdrawal from her (he used to sleep in the guest bedroom for the last 3 years) which ultimately led to this divorce.
While there was still a big empty hole in her life, she did have her business. But it had been was difficult to return to work. Depression had wrapped its numbing hold on her. Just getting up to go to work was a real chore for the first few weeks. Thankfully, Sanjay had seen her through it all, comforting and consoling her as any son would.
For a few days she maintained her façade of control. But she could not hide her troubles for long from her son. Sanjay had seen her crying quietly in her room, he had seen the look of loss and emptiness in her face. He tried his best to cheer her up, and was always home after his classes. Was always there for her. And he loved her, he loved in more ways than any son would ever love his mother.
It was a weekend, and they had gone out for dinner in an Indian restaurant. Sanjay insisted that they sit and talk once they had reached back home.
They were still dressed, he in his white Tee’s and Levis, she in a red colored traditional Indian top and trousers (Salwar Blouse).
“Well, thank you Sanju – again for spending time with me” Pratima said, smiling, sitting on the couch across from Sanjay.
“Come on Ma, I like going out with you, really” he grinned, stretching himself.
He and his father hadn’t been close, so departing hadn’t been such sweet sorrow for Sanjay. It was his mother that he was dedicated to. And he was dedicated to her in more ways than one. Ways she didn’t even know about. While they were very close, she had no clue that Sanjay had a secret passion for her. A love that was anything but platonic.
“I want you to know just how much you’ve meant to me these last few months,” she smiled, “If it hadn’t been for you, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
“Hey, what are sons for…if not to take care of their mother,” he grinned back at her.
“Well, just so that you know how much you mean to me,” she said solemnly.
They talked for some more time, and gradually it was taking on a more intimate tone.
“Come over here and sit by your old Mother,” he heard his mother say to him, patting the couch beside her.
“Aw, come on, Mother,” he grunted, pushing up to his feet. “You’re not old.”
“43” she smiled at him. “Your father seemed to think that was too old…”
“So what does he know. I think that you’re damned attractive for, uh…” he said, pausing in mid-sentence, sitting down beside her.
“…for my age,” she laughed, putting her hand on his thigh and giving it an intimate squeeze. “That’s okay, Beta, I know what you meant. And thanks for the compliment. After what I’ve been through, I’ll take anything I can get.”
“No, really, Mother…there are oodles of women who’d give anything to have your looks,” he said. “Really! Besides, I think older women are sexy.”
“So, you think your ole Mother is sexy?” she asked, with a strange smile on her face.
“Uh, yeah, uh, real sexy,” he said, blushing. “You won’t have any trouble finding another man. That is, if you want one…”
If she only knew, he thought. If she only knew that he thought she was the sexiest woman alive. And the prettiest, as far as he was concerned. He still didn’t see what his father’s problem was. Sanjay couldn’t fathom anyone not thinking his mother was the prettiest woman in the world. Oh, he knew his father and mother had their differences, but he thought his father should have tried harder to work it out. And not hurt her like he did. Well, that’s water under the bridge now. What’s done is done…
“Why the serious face?” she asked him, squeezing his thigh again.
“What? Uh, oh, I was just thinking about how dumb Papa was,” he said, looking at her “You are the best…..”
“Let’s don’t talk about him…now. Just about you…you and me,” she smiled sadly. “We’ve got to go on with our lives. Make our own decisions now…”
“Sure, Mother. Sure,” he grinned, leaning back, sliding his arm around behind her shoulders and gently pulling her up against him. “Just you and me.”
“What is the name of your perfume?” he asked, sniffing.
” Escada Sentiment,” she said. “Why did you ask?”
“It smells good,” he said, wistfully. “It makes me wish I was on the islands. Out on a beach, with you. Just you and me watching the waves wash ashore.”
“That would be nice,” she smiled. “Maybe we can do that someday.”
They fell silent for several moments, enjoying the quiet silence of their intimacy.
It was then that he felt something faintly brush up against rock-hard penis. Looking, he saw that her hand was still resting on his thigh, but now her little finger was brushing against his cock. Accident? Or not…he didn’t know.
“I’m so glad this is all over,” she murmured, squeezing his thigh one more time. “But I don’t think that I can ever get involved with another man. Rajeev hurt me too much. Just the uncertainty of not knowing the man’s intent would be too emotionally draining. Not knowing…not knowing if he was really in love with me or just coming on to me to try and, and, you know… I just could never do it again.”
“Oh, Mother,” he said, slowly easing his hand down off the back of the couch onto her shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
“I would have to know the man really loved me,” she said, squeezing his thigh again. “And how could I know that it was really love?
What was she saying, he muzzily wondered? Was she trying to tell him something? Or was she just spilling her guts to him? What would she need before she would let herself commit to another man?”
“I love you, Mother,” he whispered, hoping that she would take it the right way…whichever way that was.
“What?” she asked softly.
“I…I said, I love you, Mother,” he mumbled again.
“I know, darling beta,” she whispered back. “And I love you.”
Nothing happened for several seconds. Then he felt her head slowly lift away from his shoulder as she turned to look into his face. She had a strange, concerned look on her face, as if it had just dawned on her what he said. And what it could have meant in the context of their conversation.
“You…you said you loved me.” She said slowly, staring deep into his eyes.
“Yes, Mother…I love you more than anything,” he murmured.
It was several seconds before she spoke again as she continued to stare into his eyes.
“You…you mean, in, in that way,” she slowly stammered out.
“I…I just wanted you to know,” he said softly. “I just wanted you to know that I love you, no matter what happens. I have always loved you. I always will, and I’ll always be here for you.”
She looked confused. Like she didn’t know what to do. Or say. But her eyes never wavered from his.
“Funny, isn’t it?” she finally sighed. “The only man in the world that loves me…truly loves me, is my son. That is so distressing.”
She gave his thigh another gentle squeeze.
“If only. If only,” she whimpered softly. “What that it were…”
“I just want you to know,” he murmured. “I’m here for you, Mother…here for you in any way you need me. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy again.”
She continued to stare into his eyes. It was as if she was looking for an answer. An answer to her unhappiness and loneliness.
“I could never commit myself again,” she said softly, then paused for several seconds before she slowly went on, “to any man. Unless, unless he promised to give me his undying love.”
“I’ll love you forever, and ever,” he whispered back.
Finally, her eyes dropped away from his, and her hand slowly floated up away from his throbbing cock. He’d gone too far, he told himself. Way too far.
Then her hands came up and held his face, softly caressing his cheeks.
“Sanju” she murmured.
She touched his lips, and her hands crept to the backside of his head. The slowly she pulled his face closer, her eyes never leaving his.
“And I love you my son” she whispered. “So much”
Then as his body tensed and his mind froze, he saw her lips parting, her tongue wetting her red lips and then she kissed him. He was too dazed initially – but then the feelings erupted in him as her lips opened him up. He felt her tongue on his teeth, and he started responding clumsily trying to match her, failing but loving the way she played with his lips. Their toungs danced and his hands went around her – pulling her to him. It was the best kiss he ever experienced.
He could not help it – he wanted to feel her, feel her body, her magnificent breasts, and so even as they kissed his hands crept between their body. He felt he tense a bit – but she did not stop him as he slowly cupper her left breast. She did not stop him when he gently squeezed. In fact she gasped into his mouth and bit on to his lower lip. He opened his eyes and saw her eyes on him, twinkling with love and yes with passion.
“It is okay baby” she said. And kissed him again.
Pratima did not ever imagine she will be kissing a man again, and this was her son, she was kissing him and she was loving it. She loved the feel of his trembling hands on her breasts. And as she wanted more, she wanted proof of his love. Her hands moved down over his belly to his groin, and yes, yes, yes, he was hard, hard as any man ever will be. Her son, hard because of her. Hard for her!
She froze not able to believe what she was thinking, feelings and fantasies long suppressed flooded her mind. Still kissing him she managed to pull down his zipper and felt him groan as she touched him over his undies.
Sanjay could not believe what his mother was doing. He looked at her.
“Maa”
“Yes Sanju, is it hurting” she said in motherly way that excited him even more.
“Yes but” he did not what to say. Her lips were trembling.
This time he took her face and kissed her, already more confident but never satisfied.
He groaned as he felt her hands slipping in, touching his cock, freeing him, gasping at his girth.
She slowly moved her fist over him, caressing the underside of his penis, slowly breaking off the kiss looking down and then at him, with a strange smile.
“I never thought you will be…. “
“Maa” he groaned.
“This big” she smiled….. “It is okay, let it go” she whispered
“Maaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh” Sanju screamed as his cock exploded. The feeling were too strong for him to control. He came and came in his mother’s hands.
Pratima almost came herself seeing her boy, her son climaxing and spurting in her hands. It was warm, sticky and there was lots of it, all over her hand and on her Blouse and salwar, and on the couch. She looked at him.
He was dazed. And his mother was in control of herself. She took some tissues from her handbag and gave them to him.
“Clean that up,” she said, pointing down to the puddle of cum on the couch.
Then, she got up and moved toward her bedroom.
Somewhat taken aback by the terseness of her order, he watched her generous butt wiggle and jiggle under her salwar as she went.
When his mother disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, Sanjay stuffed his cock into his pants and zipped up. Then he went about cleaning up the big puddle of cum on the couch.
Now what, he wondered as he wiped away at the stain. The handjob from his mother had been beyond belief, but the abrupt reversion to mother and son at the end of the act, disappointed him. He had thought that once it was over, the intimacy would remain. But when she abruptly ordered him to clean up the mess they had made and then went storming off into the bathroom, he didn’t know what to think. Finished cleaning up the mess, he sat in the chair, and waited for his mother to return. He didn’t really know what to expect.
“Good,” he choked out, smiling finally. “It was fantastic, I mean, it was …. Great, … beyond my wildest expectations. Can we …. You know……do?”
“Do it again”? she smiled.
“Yes” he nodded.
“Do just this or more” she looked at him, holding his gaze.
“More” he said trying to sound confident.
“More, as in all the way” she asked.
“Yes, Ma, I mean, I love you, I really love you” his voice shook.
“Love me so much that you will give me what I ask, I mean, do anything that I ask” she asked him.
“What? What do you mean? ” he asked.
“Let us take our time Sanju” she smiled. “Let us see where we are going”
They had entered a new phase in their relationship, it was so obvious. Pratima felt the way her son looked at her, spoke with her, and in the way her mind and yes – her body reacted to him, even to the thoughts of him.
It was not just that he was staring at her a bit more, it was not just that they would hug a kiss a bit more – it was almost like he was becoming more than just a son to her.
Pratima discouraged further physical intimacy other than the hugs, handholding and quick kisses. Her body wanted more, her soul wanted more, but she was scared of the direction they were going.
Both of them used to spend a lot of time talking and after two weeks after the “incident” Sanju was starting to feel really frustrated. His hormones were raging, and while his respect and love for his mother enabled him to keep control – he was becoming impatient, he loved her, he wanted her.
It was a Friday evening, and they had gone out for a movie. During the movie they held hands and Sanju was overwhelmed by the closeness of his mother as she snuggled up to him. He kept on holding her hands as they came out of the movie theatre.
After dinner in a nice quite restaurant, they went to the beach and watched the waves. Sanju kept on looking at Pratima, her sensuous face sparking with smiles as she talked. She was wearing a simple light pink shirt and jeans, and had left her hair loose, she was beautiful.
“Maa” he asked finally “Don’t you love me?”
Pratima looked at him “You know I do Sanju” she knew where this was going. “Why are you asking?”
He held her hands “I love you Maa, and after that day, I just cannot you know, just cannot forget what happened, and I …… really” he could not say it.
Pratima saw the love, the longing and the sincerity in her sons eyes, and as they held hands with the setting sun in the background, she began to make up her mind, she had to, the tension was getting too much for her also.
She said “Say it baby, tell me, don’t be afraid, you see, even I cannot forget what happened, and I am not upset by what happened, but what now dear”
“Maa” Sanju looked at her “I want us to, you know, I want to like that day, I mean, I really love you and I don’t want to stop…. Please understand, I respect you, I adore you, and you are the most important person in the world for me…. But, I want to be closer to you… “
Sanju looked at her. His heart was racing. He could not just ask her … what was he asking her.
Pratima’s heart melted, her eyes welled-up. So much love!.
“Closer Sanju” she whispered. “How close my son, you are already close to me” She pulled him to her and felt his arms around her. She held his face.
“Closer than a son, Sanju, is that what you mean baby, close to your mother like a man” she smiled, feeling his body tense.
Sanju was speechless, was this really happening he thought. He just nodded.
“Tell me baby” Pratima murmured, caressing his cheeks, feeling his heart thumping against her bosom
Sanju tried to sound confident “Yes Maa, yes, yes, yes, I love you and I want to be with you, I want to love you and love you and …..” he said passionately
Pratima laughed huskily. Sanju groaned she was so sexy. “Me too baby, I love you” she said, and hugged him closer.
“You remember that I told you I could never commit to another man unless I knew that he was committed to me?” she asked him.
“Uh, yes Maa” he mumbled.
“That man would have to forsake all other women,” she said sternly, “and love only me, till I set him free.”
“Uh, yes, uh, okay…but what does that have to do with us?” he asked her.
“You insinuated just now that you were that man,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Are you?”
“Huh?” he grunted.
“So that means that you would commit to me? Totally and unequivocally?” she wanted to know.
“Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, I guess,” he muttered, not knowing where this is going to.
“There’s no guessing involved in this. It’s either yes, or no,” she said sternly.
“Yes,” he hissed softly.
“You would marry me?” she asked him.
Sanjay’s eyes flew open and his jaw dropped, staring at her in confusion. Was his wildest fantasy coming true?
“Marry you?” he was finally able to choke out.
“Yes, marry me,” she said emphatically. “If you want me, if you want to…” she smiled with confidence of a mother and a woman in total control. “do more”
“But how? You’re my mother,” he groaned, now totally bewildered.
“Don’t worry about the details. I’ll take care of those. Will you marry me?” she asked him again. “My son”
“Yeah…yes…yes…I’ll marry you. I don’t know how, but I’ll marry you if that’s what you want,” he said. “I love you”
“Good,” she smiled back at him. “We’ll have the wedding on next good auspicious day..”
“Wedding?” He got up.
“Yes, wedding…why? you do not want to?.” She smiled slowly biting her lips.
“Tell me, I will understand if you say no” she said, coming near him.
“I will never say no” Sanjay said looking at her and holding her hands.
“Thank you darling” she murmured squeezing my hand.
He saw her bosom rising and falling, her red lips, and he wanted her, more of her.
“Uh, can, can we, uh, do it again, at least kiss?” he timidly asked as she turned and stepped away.
“Of course,” she laughed, pausing, looking over her shoulder. “But after we’re married. I want to be your bride Beta”
“But, but when….” he complained. “I really, want to.. just to….” He was so impatient now.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, dear,” she giggled. “Patience is a virtue and I really do not want to sin” she said with conviction.
“Oh, okay,” he whined.
They talked excitedly as they drove back, suddenly the fear, and the tension disappearing from their relationship.
The next day was very normal, to Sanjay it was surreal to act as a son, with what happened. And the rest of the week was pure hell for Sanjay as it crawled along at a snail’s pace. Since his classed were over, he stayed home while his mother was at work.
Once she comes home, he would help her in the kitchen, just enjoying her nearness, always looking at her, thinking of her body, her breasts, her sexy belly, her ass, her, legs…. .
After dinner, they would sit and watch television and usually end up kissing once or twice as they talked about the planned “wedding”. While kissing her tried to touch her, more than once, but Pratima kept her word and no matter how hard he tried, it never got beyond the kissing stage. Then he would take his blue balls up to his room and pound his cock back into submission while his mother slept alone in her bedroom. This continued on until next Thursday, when his mother came home from work with a big shopping bag dMolestationd over her arm.
“Hi. What’s in the bag?” he asked her, opening the door for her.
“You’ll see,” she laughed, setting it on the coffee table. “After dinner…”
Pulling at the top of the bag, Sanjay tried to peek inside.
“Now get away from there,” his mother scolded him.
After dinner, he followed his mother to the living room.
Something was different in the way she looked at him. She was sitting across him in the couch.
“Sanju”
“Yes Maa”
She smiled and said “I went to the temple two days back”
His mind perked up “And”
“I have a got a date” she said looking into his eyes.
“Oh Maa, when” he asked
“Tomorrow” she said her voice shaking a bit despite her veneer of control.
“Oh Maa” he cried coming over to her and kneeling down near her feet. “Really”
She smiled at her baby, her son “Yes” he hands held his face “Yes, darling”
She asked still not sure if he will be ready to take the plunge “Are you sure baby, are you sure, I do not want to force this on you… “
“Yes, yes, I am sure Maa” she said kissing her palm “I love you”
She kissed his forehead. Their eyes looked into each other – finding only love and longing.
“And I love you too Sanju” she murmured.
She got up and picked-up the bag she had had got and reaching down inside, she pulled out a smaller bag and handed it to him.
“That is your groom outfit” she smiled. “You can try it on when you get to your room tonight, but don’t look until then…”
“Uh, okay,” he grinned.
They talked for a while, and at around nine o’clock, his mother said.
“We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow,” she said, “so I’m going to bed early. But before I go, we need to go over the plans for the wedding.”
“Okay,” he grinned.
“Tomorrow, I am not going to office.. I will be leaving in the morning for some other things, I will take a cab. I want you to come to the temple at around 6.00 PM, we’ll meet there. There is a ring in the bag I have you, please bring that. We will have a quite ring exchange there. Then we will come back and have the wedding ceremony here in our terrace. Okay?”
“Sure,” he said.
“You will need to get some bricks and some firewood. Arrange the bricks in a square and make a fireplace like you have seen back in India. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sure” he agreed.
“You are so obedient son” she giggled. “Now remember, tomorrow 6.00 PM, and do not come out of your room until 9.00 AM in the morning, until I leave, because it’s not correct luck to see the bride before the wedding”
“I won’t,” he told her, as she leaned over and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
“Until then, my love,” she whispered, standing up, picking up her bag and heading for the stairs.
Sanjay watched her saucy butt seductively swish from side to side with a little more emphasis than usual as she stepped across the room. Then when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped, looked over her shoulder and gave him a seductive smile.
“Can’t wait,” she mouthed at him and went up the stairs as he watched on with a silly grin on his face.
Grabbing his bag, he charged up to his room and rushed inside. Digging his hand down into his bag, he took out his wedding dress. A very nice white kurta and pyjama, expensive looking but not loud and garish. There was a small wooden box and he opened it to see a gold ring with his name engraved on it. His heart skipped.
After playing computer games for some time he went to bed and he hoped that he could go to sleep soon and make the night pass faster. After all, tomorrow was going to be a big day. He was he was going to get the best present any boy could ever receive! His Mother and her body and her love…
He finally awoke around seven-thirty. Nine o’clock seemed like an eternity away. At last, after a shower and a lot of pacing, nine o’clock finally neared. He came out and saw that his mother had left.
He went to the garden and collected the bricks and arranged the fireplace, his mind numb with anticipation.
“Uh, oh yes,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips down onto hers.
Their lips opened and their tongues sparred as they hungrily kissed, sanctifying the incestuous communion they had just created. She slowed him down, prolonging the kiss, drawing his lips, caressing his lower lips with her lips, pulling them, then pushing her tounge in slowly.
She felt his strength as he held her. Felt his love, and the male hardness of her son.
Holding the perfect round cheeks of her beautiful ass cupped in his hands, he pulled her against him as he pushed his steel-hard cock against her soft, pliant belly. As he did, she thrust her big, soft breasts against his chest, burning holes into it with her rock-hard nipples.
Finally, several long moments later, they broke, gasping for breath.
“Don’t be afraid Sanju” she whispered caressing his face. “I am yours now, and you are mine, and this is our night, I want you to love me, love my body” she smiled. And they kissed again.
“Oh Ma” he groaned. “I love you, I don’t, I mean, I want you, please” he did not know what to do suddenly.
Pratima stepped back and started removing her ornaments. “Let these not stand in your way” she smiled as she removed the necklaces and the earrings.
“You are looking even more beautiful Ma, I mean you are always beautiful, but today you look special” Sanju said looking at her removing her bangles.
She smiled. The entire morning she was with one of the best saloons in the city getting a complete makeover. “Thank you baby, you noticed… I wanted to be special for you dear”.
She left her mangalsutra remain on her. She removed the Pallu of her saree from her body, and saw her son swallow. Slowly she came near him. Saw his eyes riveted on her blouse and her heaving bosom. She came near him and slowly pulled of the saree from her waist and let it fall.
“Oh Ma” he groaned – and with a shyness that made her even more crazy, he kneeled down and touched her belly, caressing her, tracing a line under her belly button. She sucked in her breath and pulled his face to her.
Sanju was in heaven as he buried his face his mother’s sexy belly. A bit pump, but so sexy, so soft and it was so comforting and so arousing. He had always loved her deep navel, and breathed in. Then gathering courage he began kissing her. Slow pecks with his lips. And his mother groaned. She was enjoying this. He wanted more. He gave her a slow lick under her belly button. He hands pressing him to her and she groaned “Yes, yes ……. Yes”
Sanju licked and kissed her again and again, till she had to pull him up. Their eyes met and he kissed her. He could see the passion in her matching the burning in his body. His cock was painfully erect and tenting his pyjama.
Pratima was on fire – and that too by just his kisses on her belly. She was acting like as if she was 23 , not 43!. She wanted him, she wanted his body. She could feel his manhood on her belly.
“Let mee see you darling” she whispered breaking this kiss, and pulling up his kurta. He helped her to pull that off, and his vest followed. With pride and lust she caressed his firm chest bending down to kiss his chest and his nipples. He was panting, goose bumps on his body. She smiled at him and cupped his manhood “impatient my husband” She teased.
He nodded “Yes Ma”.
Pratima sat on the bed and made him face her. Her hands pulled on the string of his pyjama. It fell down. “Oh my” she groaned. Seeing his jocks fully tented with a wet spot where his cock was pushing it.
She looked at him. “For me”.
He nodded.
“Show me baby”
She bit her lips, and watched as he stripped awkwardly. He was hard and he was magnificent. Her sex throbbed.
Sanju saw the lust in his mother’s eyes and she stared at his manhood. He was hard, and he was throbbing, and as she slowly touched him, he was groaning.
“All mine Sanju”, she murmured caressing it. His smell, manly and musky with a faint trace of soap, was intoxicating for her.
She got up and kissed him, still holding him. His hands fluttered over her body wanting her. She moved back letting him caress up her belly and cup her breasts – more confidently. “Yes” she hissed. Kissing him harder. She broke the kiss. “Want them baby”
He said “yes Ma, I want all of you” He kissed her again bending down to kiss her neck and then as she groaned kissing down to the beginning of her cleavage, while his eager hands squeezed her breasts. Pratima groaned and slowly pushed his hands up her body onto her shoulders. “Let me then get ready baby” she said, her voice shaking.
She felt sexy, wanton, as she started undressing. She felt so much like a bride, a bride and a seductress, and bride and a mother.
Sanju was eager, trembling with anticipation as he watched her left had went to her blouse, soon it was joined by her other hand at the top hook of her blouse. Then, looking down at her hands, she undid the hook. Gulping, he tried to swallow the bale of cotton that had suddenly materialized inside his mouth. Her fingers opened the second hook, and the third as he looked on with dazed astonishment. Soon all fifth one was undone, bringing her lacey bra into view between the edges of her blouse.
Sanjay watched her slowly spread the top of her blouse open. His heart was now pounding as she reached up to his hand on her shoulder. Not saying a word, she lifted it and brought it down to the opening of her blouse. Pressing his hand, palm down, into the opening, she let go of it. Sanjay could hardly breathe as she dropped one hand down to her lap and the other back down to his thigh. But just as her hand touched down on his thigh, she moved it over to his cock.
Dazed, he sat with his arm around her shoulders, his palm pressed against her hot flesh inside her blouse. Suddenly a jolt of pure excitement tore through his cock as he felt her give it a gentle squeeze. Not daring to even breathe, he eased his hand over above her right breast. Finding the lacey top edge of her brassiere with the tips of his trembling fingers, he eased them down under it onto the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. As he continued to ease his fingers down into her bra, he felt his mother’s fingers tickling down the underside of his cock. Looking down, he saw that she was slowly caressing his penis.
Then his probing fingertips brushed over the swollen hardness of her nipple, as the lace on the bra tickled up the back of his hand. Another shiver of excitement sparked through his cock as he kept easing his fingers down inside her bra. At last, he could cup the heavy, firm breast resting there. Now the big, jutting nipple was burning a hole into the palm of his hand.
Pulling his fingers out from under her big, heavy tit, he once again found her hard, jutting nipple with the tips of his fingers. Teasing and toying with the rubbery pap, he gently twisted and tweaked it.
He had never imagined that her nipple will be so hard, he giddily told himself. She must be just as hot as he was.
Savoring the touch of her nipple on his fingers, he saw her look at him and then again at his hands on her breasts.
.
“My…” she softly murmured, daintily gripping her hand around the thick shaft, twisting and running it up its impressive length.
After a few long, delicious moments, she opened her hand.
“I love you baby” she breathed, pulling him to her. They kissed again, more deeply more passionately than ever before.
Sanjus hands pushed the blouse of her shoulder and she moved back a bit breaking the kiss. Looking at him she took the blouse down her hands. He stared at the black lacy brassiere which was trying in vain to contain his mother’s heaving bosom.
Her cheeks became red under her sons stares as she reached for the string of her skirt. She pulled it and it fell down in a heap. His eyes were all over her she squirmed feeling his eyes on her black panty covered sex. Good that it was black she thought, she was dripping wet.
Sanju could not move as his mother came near him. He could not believe how sexy she looked in her bra and panty, and as she slowly rubber her bra clad breasts on his chest he groaned and caught her in a wild embrace.
“Don’t be shy baby, I am yours all the way” she whispered. Pushing her body to his, feeling his erect cock pulsing against her belly.
His hands roamed across her back and then she felt his trying to unclasp her bra, she was kissing his chest while slowly pushing him to the bed. Near the bed she stopped and looked into his eyes.
“Let me baby” she whispered giving him a kiss and moving back.
Looking into his eyes Pratima undid her brassiere. Feeling sexy and surprisingly still a bit shy she pushed the straps down and let the brassiere fall at her feet. Her nipples hardened immediately as she saw her sons eyes on her devouring her, his audible groan was so exciting for her.
“Baby” she whispered.
“Oh Ma” he groaned as she came near him and held him to her belly. Sitting on the bed he buried his face on her belly and bend down to kiss her over her navel. He looked up at the massive mammaries, marveling at their size, and their lovely shape. His mothers breast were big and round, but still retained a sexy upswept shape like huge mangoes. He was lost. His hands caressed her back as he felt her shiver at his touch.
Pratima felt week at her knees as her eager son touched her she moved and sat down near him. Sanju began caressing her now naked back. She sighed at the feel of his hands massaging her skin. “You can touch them beta” she murmured biting her lips as his eyes bored into her breasts. She leaned back a bit, and she leaned back Mike moved his over her thighs and up her belly, he let his hands caress her stomach and sides for a few moments before moving them up to the objects of his lust. He lightly brushed his fingertips over her tits and then finally took one in each hand and felt their soft weight.
Pratima sighed with pleasure which gave him more confidence so Sanju continued caressing her tits softly. He continued massaging her tits for many long minutes and grew tremendously excited when he felt her nipples stiffen under his touch. He traced his fingers around and over her nipples repeatedly as his mother continued moaning and sighing.
Sanju was in a different place as he touched her breasts, he could not believe how firm they were and still how soft they felt. He moved them aside and saw how deep her valley was, and getting bold bent down his head and have her a long lick making her groan with please.
“Yes yes, please” his mother moaned, as he started licking and kissing her breasts. He kissed in her valley all the way up her necks and kissed her lips, she smiled and murmered, don’t stop and pushed his head down. His kissed moved from the top of her left breast to her sides as his hands played with her other breast. His kissed and licked closer and closer to her nipples he saw that they were hard and how her breasts heaved in passion as he kissed her areaola – and licked around her left nipple.
“oh baby” Pratima moaned as her son took her left nipple and sucked her. He was not slow as his passion was overflowing and she loved it. He was a man and he was loving her body. She felt him kissing and sucking and then sucking deep at her long thick nipples. She held his head lovingly and he looked up. She smiled with lust and pointed to her other breast.
Sanju wanted to devour her, wanted her so much and moved to her right breast with increased passion. Kissing and licking and then sucking her nipples. He felt her groans becoming louder, and her hands moving down his body to his penis. She held him and squeezed.
“Sanju’ she murmured and pulled him up. “You love them so much darling” she said kissing him madly, looking lovingly into his eyes.
“yes Ma, I do, and they are better than I ever imagined” he kissed her back and spread her hairs over her shoulders. “Did I do well”
She smiled “You did, way better than you did when you were a baby” there was tearsn in her eyes when she said that and Sanju heart brimmed with feeling. He held her to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Ma I love you” he said with love and passion as he felt her touching his cock again.
“He’s certainly impatient ,” she murmured as he gently nuzzled her neck.
“He’s had to wait for so long” he grumbled.
“God!” he groaned out, crawling up onto the bed and up between her legs.
Staring down at her big tits, he watched them jiggle softly as she reached down and grasped his cock. Then he slowly eased down into the middle of her lovely, spread legs. Gently, with the tips of her fingers, she guided the rounded tip of his cock down into the hot socket that lay at the very bottom of her pussy. He was going to make love to her.
“We both need this, baby, we both need this so badly my love” she murmured as he slowly fed his cock down into the warm depths of her clutching cunt. “Aaaaaghhhh Sanju, I have been dreaming aaaaah of thissssssss””
“Oh Maaaaaaaa, yes, yes, you are so so hot, I, I ……. I love you my wife” he smiled down at her as their bellies gently nudged up against each other. “And I’ll do whatever my dear, sweet mother wife tells me.”
Slowly, lovingly he began to work his big cock in and out of the tight, velvet-lined sheath of her cunt.
Squeezing her thighs against him, she let his hips rub up against her legs As he pistoned his cock in and out of her. Sanjay had never imagined that a vagina could be so hot, so tight, and so unbelievably wet. He couldn’t believe it was the same pussy that his big head had came out through when he was born. How could such a wondrously tight opening allow that and still be tight enough to bring a man such pleasure? It was another miracle of womanhood…
Locking his elbows, he stared down at his mother as she looked back up at him with love pouring up out of her sultry, black eyes. Bringing his eyes down, he watched her big tits slowly undulating up and down in rhythm with their slow fucking. Moving his eyes down further, he giddily watched his big cock, glistening wetly with his mother’s juices as it slid in and out of her hot pussy. It seemed to him that their bodies were a perfect match, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
Spreading her legs wider, she dug her stiletto heels down into the mattress and tilted her pussy up, letting him slide even deeper into the squishy depths of her pussy.
Using her legs, she hunched up at him every time he drove his cock into her, making wet slapping sounds when their bodies met.
His mother, his wife, his soul mate, he sickly thought as he picked up the pace a notch. Still watching the thick, juice-slathered shaft of his cock sliding in and out of the wetness between her legs, he thought it was like dotting the eye of her exclamation point.
“Faster, honey, faster,” she mewed out, grabbing him by the hips, pushing and pulling on him to make him fuck her faster. “Ma needs to come.”
“Make…my Ma…come,” he grunted out, moving his hips back and forth faster and faster as he drove his cock down into the clutching heat of her cunt. “Make-my-wife-come.”
Now her tits were sloshing up and down wildly as he hammered his cock into her and she thrust herself back up at him. Their groins were covered with hot, sticky pussy-juice as her cunt spewed it out in gushes. Sanjay couldn’t believe there was so much of the goo as their bodies churned the gooey mess into frothy white gunk. Wonder what it tastes like, he dizzily asked himself, pumping his cock into her harder and harder? I’ll find out as soon as I come. I’ll eat her out and lick it all off her beautiful pussy.
Then he felt her sharp fingernails dig into his hips as she jerked him down into her as deep as he would go.
“MyyyDDarrrlinnnggggg,” she groaned out as her hips began to quiver and shake. Her muscles straining, she dug in her heels and pushed herself against him as she writhed through her orgasm.
Sanjay watched her face contort into a mask of agony and pleasure. Eyes rolled back into her head, she grunted softly as she humped her pussy up at him and clutched at his buried prick. He could feel the hot juice spewing out of her pussy as it dripped down onto his froth-covered balls dangling down below him. Her breasts were trembling and quivering, her big nipples so swollen and hard, they looked like they were about to burst. On and on it went for her, as Sanjay felt every wave of pleasure wash through her cunt making it clutch at him.
So this is love, he giddily told himself. Not Mother-son love. This was the real thing. Man-woman love. This was the love a man felt for his woman, not his mother. She was his woman now…
Finally, with one last choking gasp, she began to soften and give way, easing her butt back down onto the mattress. Withdrawing her claws from his hips, she looked up at him trying to make her eyes refocus.
“That…that…was unbelievable, never like that before…never,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath again as a dribble of spit trickled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek.
“I’m so glad I can make you happy now,” he smiled down at her. “It makes me feel so good to make you come.”
“I don’t recall ever feeling this happy,” she said, smiling up at him with love pouring up from her eyes. “Never…ever.”
“I’m glad,” he said, leaning down and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
Finally, he lifted his lips from hers and began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her sopping pussy once again.
“Wait…wait,” she murmured, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him away. “Let…let me do you now.” “Lie down Sanju”
Grinning down at her, he eased his dripping cock back out of the juicy hole between her legs. With his cock jutting out wet, stiff, and hard, he crawled over her leg and flopped over onto his back.
She quickly struggled up to her hands and knees, her big tits wiggling down below her as she straddled him. Leaning over him, she reached back down between her thighs and grabbed his big cock. Pulling it up, she slowly dropped her hips, settling her dripping pussy down onto the head of his jutting cock. Staring down at him, she eased her pussy down, consuming his entire cock with its steamy core.
Then she began making little grunting sounds as she jerked her hips back and forth, impaling herself on his thick, hard cock.
His goo-covered cock sloshed In and out, in and out of his mother’s wet cunt as he reached up and latched hold of her heaving breasts. Her nipples seemed even harder than before, if that was possible, as they stuck out of the darkened cup of pebbled flesh tipping her tits. Pinching the berry-sized nipples between his fingers and thumbs as her tits quivered and danced, he roughly tweaked and plucked at them. The tip of his mother’s tongue crept out from between her lips as she concentrated on the fucking of his man-sized cock with her hot pussy.
Nuhhhh-nuhhhh-nuhhhh,” she grunted, working her hips back and forth faster and faster as Sanjay humped his cock up into her in rhythm with the fucking motion of her hips.
Her pussy was wetly clinging to his cock as it slithered in and out of her clutching cunt, coating it liberally with her hot juices. Her cunt was so slippery and soft, it felt like it was made out of velvet, he thought, thrusting himself up into her harder. Just as before, he could feel her hot juices being squeezed out around his pistoning prick as the hot goo dripped down onto his big balls dangling down between his thighs. It felt like she was pumping it out by the bucketfuls as more and more of it poured out of her, splattering his belly and thighs with the gooey stuff. With her head thrown back, her eyes clenched shut, she was breathing heavily as her beautiful ass slashed back and forth. Her ravenous cunt was consuming his pistoning cock up to the hilt on every lunge.
There wasn’t even a pause in the rocking motion of her hips as she continued to hump her pussy back and forth on his cock. Watching her gorgeous tits quiver and undulate, he ran his fingers all over them caressing and squeezing her. Staring at her beautiful bobbing tits, he watched them flounce about wildly as his mother tirelessly fucked his cock.
Sanjay was in an euphoric daze as his mother’s cunt slid back and forth on his stiff prick. He could tell that she was nearing the finish line once again as her muscles were tensing and growing harder.
“Yeah-come-come, Mother-come-come on my cock,” he muttered out, humping his cock up into her pussy as it jerked back and forth.
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she muttered out, her hips jerking spasmodically for a few seconds before she lunged backward, impaling herself to the limit on his cock. “Goddddddddddd!”
Holding herself shoved back onto his cock, she began to babble and writhe as her whole body shook. Then she bent down, almost in a fetal position, thrusting her breasts against his chest as she devoured his mouth with hers. Her mouth wide open, her tongue twisting and probing into his mouth, she kissed him with such passion, he thought he was going to explode. He had never been kissed so frantically. It was almost cannibalistic, he feverishly thought as they hungrily kissed. At last, making soft mewing sounds, she lifted her mouth from his spit-slathered lips.
Jerking her hips forward, she pulled her pussy off his jutting cock and quickly rolled off him.
“You…you come…you come in me…please,” she groaned, quickly rolling over onto her back, kicking her legs apart and pulling him down between them.
Sanjay quickly moved in until his stiff, juice-drenched cock was in the perfect position to penetrate the dew-covered opening between her legs. Grunting, he lunged forward, thrusting his cock down into the hot depths of her pussy, burying it all the way up to the hilt. Then, like a madman, he began to pound his cock down into her pussy as hard and fast as he could.
Now it was his turn, he deliriously thought. His turn to empty his balls down into the birthing chamber that lay between her legs. Empty his noxious load into it and plant the seed of life inside her. Empty it into her and begin life again. If his seed took hold and grew, would it be him…or her, they recreated? Would she issue forth another boy, like him, or would another mother come slithering out from between her legs?
A spasm of pleasure tore through his cock as it began to pulsate and spurt out its virulent seed deep inside his mother’s womb. The thick, sperm-filled cream spewed out like water from a broken water main, filling the depths of her pussy with its hot, sticky virulence. He could almost feel his sperm immediately fan out in search of the prize. Swimming in her succulent juices, they searched for the elusive treasure that could sprout and bring forth life again. Like an invading horde, the millions of sperms were in search of THE EGG!
The spasms of pleasure continued to jolt through his cock, making it pulsate and spurt until there was nothing left to eject out into her hungry pussy. His mother, his wife, his lover took all he gave and wanted even more as she pulled him down onto her.
Her pussy sucked and pulled on his cock, hungrily milking it, trying to extract every last tail lashing sperm from it. He had never felt so drained, so empty of essence. She had completely depleted him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her. Once again, her open mouth found his and her tongue probed against his as they hungrily kissed, trying to get their fill of each other but failing miserably…
They could never satisfy their need for each other. Their love was too consuming. If only he could become her. Live inside her body and feel what she felt. Then he would know how to please her. Please her and make her life whole again. Then she would never want again. For anything! He would see to it that her every need was fulfilled even before it became a need. He loved her that much…