Sunday, September 28, 2008

mom vinode - a voyeur's delight

this is one more again to celebrate a true experience.My name is Vinode Sharma and i m 45 years of age and i live with my husband and my son in up market posh area around delhi jaipur highway. A few years back, my husband , who works as a manager in a clothing company, bought a plush apartment in a suitable high class area for 45 lakhs. He spends most of his time at work. I won't reveal his name to maintain some secrecy. I had been happily married for about 25 years now and live happily with my family. I work as an architect in a government agency. This is story about a dairy which changed my life. The diary incidentally belonged to my son. My son is now 24 years of age i shall talk about as soon as i am finished about telling some details about me and my little family. I have been basically a village girl but having spent nearly 25 years of my life in the national capital has changed me for the better in numerous ways
. Though i was never a shy type of a village girl still i was not very open in mind . I had my reservations about things and it really took me some time to come out of of them.e.g it took 2-3 years for me to try that sleeveless sari and another one year to wear it at office while work, or those salwaar kameez suites with a real plunging neckline and gap at the back- it took me some time to wear them , but once i started to wear them , i was very comfortable and now i have a whole lot of them in my wardrobe. At home though, i started to wear nighties pretty early as they were not only comfortable but also had a lot of variety especially those front waist belt types. I am not really a fashion freek but yet i do take a visit to a parlor once in 10-15 days.

Morning walks and diet regime have kept my body fat free and one can say that i don't look my age. On the other hand, my husband is a very busy man , at office or with his colleagues. I never had enough time for either my son or from my husband since i was a working woman. I never thought that this might take a toll on our son . Few days ago, i was off from office and i went in my son's room and i found this diary.that day and today, my life has changed. So this is addressed to all the mothers in metros. Here i narrate it as it was written in his dairy date wise.in the brackets, i m writing my own comments.

Today i came back from the college a little early and when i reached home i found my mother, my divinely beautiful mother Vinode, lying on the bed and sleeping. I quitely stood beside her and watched her ivory skin body for a long time before going to my room. She was wearing her satiny cream nighty and had tied the belt yet i could spot her braless boobs so big and round. O mother , you will kill me some day. Look at her nighty, all her nighties are knee length at most. I wanted to get a view from her leg side but i was afraid that she would wake up so i dropped the idea and came back to my room. Wonder , when i will be able to touch her…today after my mom and dad left, i sneaked into their room and opened my mother's wardrobe( o, what does he want) and it didnt take me long to get hold of her panties...they were so many in number. I wanted to steal some but i was unsure how to do it. Then another idea crossed my mind- there might be some fresh panties available. With this , i went to Bathroom and to my utter happiness, two freshly used panties were hanging in the pegs. I too the blue one and smelt it ( What is he doing, my own son) but there was no smell. Then i took the plain cotton cream one and smelt it. It was wet , it smelt of her divine pussy and piss. I loved it. I dont know what happened but i had an instant erection. I didnt have much courage so i just smelt them for some time and after that i came to my room and masturbated. It has been some time since i saw my mother's fresh lingerie. I need to do something. I am getting crazy day by day about my mother Vinode.
Today my friend vijay gave a storybook about incest sex. I really read some perverted stories about cousins fucking and mothers and sons and father and daughters too. I have been seeing my mother in this light for the past so many day and months but now i have got a proof that it happen in reality also. There is nothing wrong to think that way about one's mother. Oh god, what can i do , i am becoming more and more perverted day by day. The moment i see my mother , i just want to make love to her. All the time , she wears these sexy nighties at home and i love her watching her nice round boobs jiggle without bra, and at times her panty lining on her hips shows on the satiny nighty, my cock goes crazy. I have been masturbating twice a day ever since i read those stories.

I have started to imagine Vinode mommy as my lover. On my bed. Right here, next to me while i undress her part by part, untying the knot of her nighty at her waist and then watching the glance of her slightly puffy waist but still very soft, so girlish and yet so motherly. Then i will undo her top slowly before removing her micro panties and fucking her. Of god, o momma, o vinode you will make me mad. I wish i could see you naked soon and seeing you that way would satisfy the demon in me. I wish you were not my mother rather my wife and my lover. I dont know what to do. I am getting to baser of my instincts now.

Help me. It has been a lot of waiting for me . I think if i don't some glimpses of her in the day, i can't survive. I get up early in the morning and head straight to my parents room so that i can have some glimpse of my sleeping mother who is so carelessly dressed as sometimes she might have had a fuck with my useless father at night. Mostly, i dont see much but sometimes i can see right up to her areolas and nipples. At times , she invites me to sleep on her bed too , as it is morning time. So i just go and cuddle up right next to her soft bosom. I feel so safe and secure and sexy there and my cock begins to rise. Sometimes , she throws her arm over me , just a very motherly instinct but i love the weight of those nice supple boobs crushing on my chest. Right then, my adrenalin pumps up and i just wanna grab those wonderful jugs and suck them right there but i can't do that , she is my mother. What if one, day , she allows me to do it to her. I have been getting close to her everyday. Now i will advance my moves and act more cleverly.
I guess the god of love has started responding to my requests. Today , I came back home and found that my mother Vinode had reached before I arrived. I turned the key in the lock and came inside to my room. On the passing , I saw my mother’s room was bolted. I don’t know what happened or by instinct I bent to see her through the keyhole of her door. I had never done this but I felt that I should have don’t that ages before. I took a look inside and my eyes thuddered as they peaked in . The keyhole was showing a way too much and the entire double bed of my mother’s room was under my eye. I saw my mother Vinode lying on her bed with her legs folded and probably deep in sleep. Her back was facing me and yet I could make out the outlines of her panty on her thin nighty.

I took a Look and my cock harder and I came back to room and masturbated on the images of my sexy mother Throwing her nighty away and dancing with her nice fat buttocks on my face. Then I thought I will take peek through that keyhole more often when mu mother is alone and sleepy…

It has been quite some time since I started taking furtive peeks at my momma. In fact, over the past few days , I was also able to manage stealing her panties. I was pretty lucky to find them in our store room where old and used clothes are discarded. There I found my moms 3 bras and two panties. One of the bra is even pointed and padded one , I wonder she wears it under her saris to make her boobs real baggy and shapely. Other two bras are normal white type with a bit smaller caps to them . But the panties are real heavenly. The cream one has become so transparent dut to her use that I wonder how my mommas delicious pussy will look with them . The other ones are torn from sides. They have slight holes poking in them. But they are sky blue cotton and smell damn sexy. I guess mommy didn’t wash them before disposing. So that’s my sex wealth now.

Today I dressed in them in the loneliness of my room and I have masturbated so many times sniffing them while wearing the other, that my cock has become sore. My mom vinode is too damn sexy and hot. I wonder if I will be ever able to fuck her like I want.Today was the greatest day of my life. I saw my mother fully nude and in motion for the first time in my life. I always thought of my mother Vinode as a normal person and I wondered about her sexual satisfaction in life. I was not quite sure that my father satisfied her sexually but my mother vinode never revealed a bit about her. In fact, she did nice fashion but looked like a plain lady when it came to sex.

Today all my questions were answered.I got up in the afternoon and went to kitchen to get some water. While coming back , as usual I took a look from that keyhole. And what I saw is really hard to put clearly. For there lay sprwaled my huge mother vinode and she had opened her legs and so much so her nice pinkish brown pussy was peeking at my face. I must have been 3-4 meter away from that lovehole of my mamma , but I saw it so clearly . Her pussy lips had separated and they looked so wet and juiced. My mother had a lot of hair around her pussy but still her juicy pussy was looking so wild and undomesticated. My mother vinode had flung the nighty apart was she had made a bedsheet of it. Her one hand was crushing her enormous tits while teasing her own nipples and she was giving stifled moans of pleasure. Her hand was roaming around her flabby waist and then it came down to her wet pussy. She caressed her juicy motherly cunt for a while before inserting one and two and then three fingers in it. She started fucking her pussy so badly now and then squishing it and rubbing it wildly with her hands. She was moaning all the time she was doing this. Her breasts looked red and huge as she mauled them and stretched her nipples while pushing and ditching her fingers like a club in her pussy. She was also contracting her tummy and waist as she did the strokes in her pussy. She was going aggressively and watching all this made me mad. I just wanted to enter her room and replace my cock with her fingers. She kept fucking her with her fingers and in then a jet of water rushed from her pussy and she orgasm. Her pussy was drooling with juices now. I went crazy watching this and my cock had come in my pants only . I was so charged up.My! What a day I had..

.barely three days , after I had the unholy glimpse on my mother in all her nudity, I had no longer to imagine her places now. I was Masturbating freely day and night now concentrating hard on her fleshy meaty boobs and her wide gaping wet pussy. I was getting horny all the time at home now. Being around her was a perfume in Which my whole existence was drenched. I watched her all the time …and today was a real treat ! Mother vinode took me to shop shopping mall in the afternoon and we also watched a movie there and had some light snacks also. When we came back home, she went o her room and bolted from inside, and started changing her clothes. I had positioned myself at the key hole and I was watching her undress. First she took her arms up and slowly raised her kameez and took it off. Now her white skin was glistening in the white bra straps. The cups of the bra were not very round and yet mother looked wonderfully endowed in them. Then she undid the cord of her salwaar and it fell on the floor. Under that my mother vinode was wearing my favorite cream cotton panties with some floral patterns on it. As soon as vinode had sort of undressed, she started to rub over her panties. I was getting hot standing outside and I knew that it was time for some action.
Vinode then went to the bed while undoing the bra and it fell on her bed. She keep pillows behind her back and sort of half sat on bed. Then she started to rub her panties lightly while playing with her magnificient breasts at the same time. I could clearly see that the nipples were really pointed now and stood majestically over dark brown areolas.
O vinode , my sweet and sexy mother, you were looking so hungry and sexy. Then her panties started getting wet, and their colour also changed from light cream to brownish now. Then in a few minutes , she removed her panties upto her thighs and started rubbing her pussy vigorously. I knew ahe was going to climax and I was masturbating at the same time. Even I came as I saw her . Even at this age of 50 , she had deep jets of orgasm staying the bed sheet…wow ..mom !
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a true story of sushma darling- my fav story ever written

Hi guys. Time for a hot story. This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. Yes this is a true story. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you.

This happened as I turned sixteen. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. His name was Dr.  Sharma.


Now let me describe my mother, sushma. She is very fair with beautiful lips and eyes. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. She usually baths at ten when is about to sleep.

We often hugged each other very much. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. She was after all my own mother. What a pervert I’ve been thinking all about her. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Everyday I used to do that. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was getting hornier by the day. One day I even stole her used panties. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. There was even some pussy hair on that panty. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. Then it became a habit. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. This went on for some time. I was sixteen and I was so horny. Then one day something happened.

As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A.C. it was fixed in mom-dad’s room. My father returned to his job after few days. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. She was dressed in a flowering light pink gown. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.

“munnu (my nick name)! It is so hot here. You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”

I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…



I went to her room. My stepbrother vijay and sister mannu were sleeping in the other room. Mannu was 17 and was real good looking girl. I saw at her in sleep and gasped. Then I reached into mother’s room. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. The room looked so tidy. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck.

My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. The whole atmosphere was electrifying. How could I control, myself. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. She drew me back and said.

“Arrey …I m your mother. What are you doing to me? I am married to your father.”

Oh. Mother! I can’t hold it anymore. I just love you mother. I’m sorry. She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. Then after some silence she said.

“Ok son! Now tell me do you want to marry me. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. Tell me is that what my son wants. Marry his own mother!”

I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! My goddess, I love you so much that I worship you. Marry me for love mother. I need you so much”

Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Ah! She had no bra and I felt right up to her nipples. This time there was no objection. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. After a little cusping and kneading she said.

“O my son, my lover! Wait till we are married”

And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. The heat of my mother’s body was too much for me. I woke up only to see my mother and kids gone.

She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She had already brought me a wedding suit to wear. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. She had a lot of ornaments too. She really looked like a goddess. She came close to me and said.



“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father. Only the blouse is different.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”

We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. My mother smiled as she had one already. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire.

My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. Now I was her husband and she was my wife. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. I felt like the luckiest son in the world.

When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips.

O my mother! My wife.

O my son! My husband. Show me how much you love me.

My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Now we two were alone at home. It was already evening when we reached home. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for.

She asked me to go to my room and wait.

I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Sex was in the air, I knew. As I sat on the bed, my mom entered the room. She had a glass of milk in her hands. She came to me and said,

“From now on I am your wife so call me sushma .ok”

Yes my darling sushma. I drank half the milk and gave her half. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.

Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. They were shining pink. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mother moaned with pleasure.

O Rama! O Krishna! My own son is going to make love to me. O god.

While rubbing my hand on one of her chuchies I ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

Mummy ….bete ko dudhu do na

Le beta…jitna marzi le na

My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton. She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy. Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs. I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight. My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving. The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. She just squirmed in pleasure. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish .just by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife. I could even make out her panty line from behind when she used to sleep. I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions. I remember that  maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass. The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties….mmmm what a delight panties are. As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty. I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine. My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory. I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked. Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. She then bites her lip and said,

“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. Come my husband take your ravishing bride and start a family with me so that I may mate with you .come my handsome son, show mommy how much you love her”

O mommy I love u so much

Yes my baby. Come my husband. Call me by my name now.

As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. She had little hair on legs and at the back of her arms which added her sex appeal. I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. While my other hand touched the forbidden fruit of my mother and she gasped in my arms.

“O my son, my new husband, my boyfriend, I love you so much. You can do anything as we are married now. Come baby come to your lonely mommy. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. She was still dressed in her jewels but she quickly removed my shirt and below. I was standing in just silk underwear with my cock making a pole in it. My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.

“O son! Your lund is so big. Just the right size for my deep choot. Time has come to insult your mother with your prick. I want some punishment for marrying my own son. Punish me baby!”

“o yes mother! I mean my wife! Sushma. I love you so much. I wish all the sons do this to their mothers. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. I have waited for this for years. You are me my dream my mother my wife my sushy. My sushma”

“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. O my boy…gives it to mommy now. You know how badly I want it. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”

While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. Mother moaned a bit as I thrust it further. I started finger-fucking her vigorously now. While her hand was stroking my cock. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily

“O son! You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.

“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”

I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. A lot of flab had gathered on my dream hole. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck. Her pussy looked so fresh and pink that I had to look at her face while this wonderful pussy really belongs to my mother. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. In a moment she went stiff and uttered obscenities and went limp in my arms. I knew she was having an orgasm and I bit the clit real hard thrusting 3 fingers inside my mother’s lovely pussy. She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Ah 1 what a taste.

Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.

“O my lovely son! Where did you learn all this? You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. O Rama! This feels so good. Don’t stop mithu. I want you inside now my baby. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”

Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping. A chill up to my spine ran up as soon as I realized that it was my own mother jumping on my cock. My mother had taken the entire cock in her pussy and her breasts jiggled on my face. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now. O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots. I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times. My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. Now she adjusted herself in a way that she was getting maximum penetration. I was hitting her womb. O my god was a dream. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina. It appeared that all I wanted to do was to fuse into her...making her mine, forever. Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. I could feel the nipples on my cheeks, nose and everywhere. This was highly erotic so I quickly sucked on my mothers boobies while slapping her ass and she started shouting obscenities now.

“ harami, madarchod , ….hai…maar meri phudi,…aai haaaaii….chod mujhe…kutte….randi ke beej….phad de meri phudi….haii….aaaa….haaan…haaan….aaaiiii…aur jor se…apni maan ke mumme choos le harami…yahi se dudh peekar bada hua hai tu….choos …mere raja….hai….mere momme ki tip …….mmm”

I greedily sucked on her nipples while she humped me from the top. It was my first sexual experience so I didn’t last long and poured my semen into my mother’s hot cunt. my mother shouted

“o god! What have I done? O son! Mommy is not protected. O my god, my son just made his way onto my womb. He has placed his seed in me”

Mother started crying and it took a while for her to come to terms with it.

Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. We had to find some way out. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. After the child birth, mother and me married officially in the new city and got registered as husband and wife. It has been 17 years now.

I have two girls with my mother. The elder one just turned sixteen and she just looks like my mother. Well, what happens with her is just another story.


a morally immoral love of mother

Hello, friends and incest lovers all around the world, this is my story and this is not just a story, it is a true happening of my life which has changed the world for me. Yes, bless me for I am married to my son. We live as husband and wife in the suburbs of Punjab where I attend to his children and he goes to the office. Well, to know how it started and got to the present day, read on. My sons name is rinku

I belong to a very conservative family of Brahmins. My father being a priest, and this has been the family occupation for generations, was a very pious man and so was my mother. Thus my upbringing was very religious and I learnt Sanskrit from my father and became very good at it. My father had a huge library of ancient Sanskrit texts where I used to read sometimes. Slowly my grasp over language became so good that I could understand difficult and cryptic texts with a slight of my hand. Other than all this reading my routine was fairly conservative and very devotional. There used to be some religious function almost everyday around our house and I used to sing praises of god in them. I used to wear saffron robes at times. I was the outcome of generations of the purity of Brahmins. Normally I wore ghagra choli at home. That was until I reached puberty. My mother told me about the periods and all and I was told to wear a rag on those days beneath my panties. Even my panties were of religious saffron color. Then, it went on and I started developing flesh on my breast and my nipples would sometime poke from the dress but since we lived in a very religious atmosphere, I guess no one noticed it.

I might have been 18 when I discovered a huge pile of ancient Sanskrit texts labeled as “ kama-yoga”, “ rati- swaad rahasya” , “ matri bhagah hi moksha” and even a copy of vastyayan’ kamasutra. I think that was the time, I had become mature enough to understand them so I sat there and started to study them. That was my first encounter to sex as I read I could feel my body arousing. Perhaps, for the first time in my life, I was wet. I went on reading them and I will briefly tell here what those books were about.
At first kama yoga book was related to the feelings of sex in male and female. Then there were chapters detailed on anatomy of each and it helped me understand my clitoris. There were postures of sex which were hand-drawn and apart from missionary position there were many other difficult postures for sex. Then there was a detailed discussion on morality and purity during sex and faithfulness to the other partner. The second book was a Sanskrit stories collection of incest among gods and goddesses and how they were the sons and daughters of each other and yet they mated for sex. There was one particular erotic story of ganesha bathing parvati nude and one other of kamadeva having sex with his mother , rati. But besides these books and kamasutra, the third book caught my attention.

It was called “matribhagah hi moksha”. I read the chapters with great enthusiasm as they were meant for someone pure like me in body and mind. As I flipped through the pages, I got to know that this was a book meant for conceiving a child who will then have ritual intercourse with his mother’s vagina when he attains puberty. I kept on reading it and finished it in a few hours. The book inspired me to build my desires for having a boy and then mating with him, as gods did in heavens. The book also had a detailed procedure of how to do it. I was required to chant kamadava’s and rati’s name everyday for about 10000 times. This was huge but me being a very religious girl, found it pretty easy. Then, there were the sixteen fasts for lord Shiva on Monday which I duly adhered to. There was also one ceremony or worshipping nude which I did at night. I stripped myself and then chanted in front of the phallus of lord Shiva. I kept it doing for about 4-5 years and then my parents married me to a renowned priest of the neighboring village in Punjab.

My married life was not an exciting one as my husband was also very religious and he had sex with me once a week or at the most two and that too in a very non-sexual kind of manner. In fact, he considered sex to be a bad ingredient of human beings as it blinds them to god. But, as far as I was concerned, I craved for longer sex sessions. This went on for some time and then I gave birth to our beloved son, kamam. I was still immersed in my devotional routine when my son grew up. When he was about 3-4 years old I used to bathe him nude with me. I was so fascinated by his small prick that I sucked it for hours together. Soon, he grew up and reached puberty.

He must have been 12 years old when I spotted an erection on him. I was bathing him as usual , I was naked too , and I started cleaning his pubic area with curd and sandalwood paste ( we were pretty rich to bathe in sandalwood paste and curd) when my hand continuously brushed against his groin , he little rod probably stiffened as I touched it a number of times. Then after bathing him, I lunged on his semi-erect prick and sucked it like a lollypop. I was, more than sure that I was going to get my reward in a matter of weeks.

I was more than happy now. My bathing sessions with him continued unabated and at night now I was sleeping with him on the pretext on my teaching. My husband used to be away most of the time for one or other religious function and I had good enough time free with my son. There were only two of us in that huge house which had 10 rooms and it had a very tastefully decorated garden. The garden had, in fact, many hibiscus flowers in it which symbolized female fertility. It also had a huge marble phallus of lord Shiva at the center of it. Every morning I used to get up early and then collect those hibiscus flowers and then used to lay them down on phallus and meditate sitting nude besides offering the ritual chants for consummation with my son and attainment of moksha. In fact, over the years I had read many esoteric and cryptic Sanskrit books over this subject that I was convinced without doubt that holy and pious women like me who has conserved her purity for generations and is so religious , will definitely attain nirvana once her son takes her, for better or worse. After that I used to bathe him and suck on his prick and it had started getting harder and bigger day by day. I could also notice the appearance of pubic hair around his testicles and his testicles also appeared to be getting heavy and full of spunk everyday. After bathing him, we would have breakfast and then I would go into the library and study while my son will do some other work. He had his schooling at home only so he was aloof from all social influences and it was only his mother which he knew as a friend and teacher. Now, at 12 he was standing my shoulders height and he was growing handsome day by day. He used to do a lot of yogic exercises which kept his body fully toned and his delicate hips were wonderful. I thought it was time that he had grown up and so I told him to sleep naked in my bed. As my husband was away, so I had no problem in implementing my ideas.

I had now completed 16 years of my regular chanting and now it was the time for the final ritual , that of consummation with my beloved son. As he had attained that age, I felt horny day by day. Sometimes, I even felt the pangs of horniness that I hugged him tight to my body at night while sleeping nude. I would lift him in my arms, place his head on my cushiony unmolested breasts and wrap my legs around him. Sometimes I could feel his prick growing against my tummy but most of the times he was sleeping. Sometimes, I would even take his limp and small prick to my vagina and rub it on top for hours. At times I tried to push my entire breast in his mouth when he opened it in sleep. But, this was just the fun as I was yet to ritually mate with my son.

According to the book, the full moon night was the ideal time and the son should mate with his mother in a special posture at the earliest hour of the morning after observing fast for the previous day and engaging the whole day in religious activities. My husband was going away for a week and the full moon was just three days away. I jumped in joy as I calculated the entire setting. Finally, it is going to happen. I am going to complete the cycle with my son. I started going hornier day by day and it became difficult for me to control them. So I started to stay nude at home in day also so that my son could have a feast and prepare himself well for the final day which was just three days away. When somebody would knock at the door, I would quickly change into my saffron robes. My son was there in just his saffron lungi. We hugged all the time as I had not yet exposed him to the joy of kissing. Most of the times, his prick would rub on the outer lips of my vagina as if trying to knock and get permission for access. I would hold my huge buttery breasts unto his face and would hide his face in them. It was, all a part of mother in me, by letting his have play at home so what if his doll is his mother. After having good time for three days finally my destiny knocked on my doors.

On the full moon day, I gathered all my neighbors and friend of religious circle and hand a full kirtan and jaap there of Ramayana first and then I also told them to read some shiva purana from the portion where rati mated with kamadeva. All the gathering was surprised as this was for the first time perhaps somebody read any portion from that sexually explicit encounter of kamadeva and his mother rati. Since there weren’t many people who could understand Sanskrit so there never caught the air of what it actually was. Those who understood it, were old enough and they could never doubt the reputation of my family. So no one guessed that the chanting they were doing was the prelude to mother son union at night. In the afternoon, the function was over and I went to the kitchen and milked by boobs over a cup. I mixed the milk from my breast with the Prasad am and soon it was distributed to all. Little did they know that this was a sin for them? Soon, they all went to their homes leaving me and my son. So far I was tastefully adorned in a saffron sari and matching blouse but since now everybody had gone I could take it off. But then I thought of my son and went to him. I asked him to accompany me to the prayer room. We went there and sat on the floor while there were images of gods and goddess copulating in front of us, which I had drawn flawlessly. I told my son to seek their blessings and then I started to chant. My son also joined me. This went on for a few hours and now it was evening. I asked him to sleep early as we had to get up at midnight for the ultimate ceremony which he didn’t know.

Finally, I got up at midnight and took bath with him but this time very quickly. Then I asked him to dress in traditional dress. I too, wore a, lot of ornaments but no clothes. Yes, there were the beads of jacaranda, marigold and hibiscus flowers all over my body. I was adorned as a sacrificial lamb on the alter of incest. My large heaving breasts were covered by the flowers so nicely that a small portion of my unusually large areola was only visible. Similarly, my son could see my bush but yet couldn’t spot my wet cunt lips. We both sat down on the floor and started chanting. I checked up and the muhuratum was for 3: 15 a. m. when the son’s penis should enter mother’s vagina in order to make her a goddess. Somehow, the time was spent in prayer and it was three in the morning.

I looked at my son and asked him, “beta! aaj main tumhe swarg ke taraf le jaa rahi hun. Kya tum taiyaar ho.”I moved towards him and lit a lamp of oil and clarified butter on my left and right. Then I took out some yantras and spread them on the floor. Then I told him to remove his clothes and I also positioned myself over the yantra carefully. I took off my flowery bra and asked him again. “Beta! Is ghadi ka main shaadi se pehle se intezaar kar rahi hun. Kya tu taiyaar hai swarg ki yatra ke liye beta… kuch poochna to nahin” I took his hands and placed them on my velvety boobs now and he said, “maan! tum eri janani ho. main kaise tumhara karza utaar sakta hun. Tum jo kaho main taiyaar hun.” I could sense the heat building up in his body as his cock had grown now. I took his cock in my hands and rubbed its foreskin to expose its shining pink glans perhaps for the first time in open air and smeared vermillion on it and then I took some turmeric paste and applied it all over his groin. Then I asked him to snap my flowery panty and see for the first time, the place where he came from. He didn’t know anything about it so he wasn’t stimulated sexually much but I was already so wet there. I looked at the clock. It was 3: 14. I positioned his cock over my vagina lips and rubbed his glans over my lips. This had an immediate effect as his cock grew by an inch almost. I looked at the clock again and as it struck 3:15 I pushed myself over his cock and asked him to push it again and again. I started chanting loudly, “ om kamadevaya namah, om rati devih namah om matriyoni namah om matri bhaga hi namah ev moksha om kama krida namah om vyabhichaar namah om matrimaithun namah om namah shivaya”

He started to push it with vigor now. Earlier I was shaking my hips to accommodate him and now he was going on his own, as if he knew how to copulate with his mother, from ages. I looked at his face, glowing with pride as he humped me to another level of ecstasy. As soon as he got into a rhythm, I could hear strange sounds coming both from our genitals and from outside. I heard the sound of conches blowing together and I heard temple bells ringing many at a time and then I heard veena and flute too. I was floating into heaven now as my son deflowered me. I felt that I had completed the cycle of being a mother to my son. All mothers give their everything to their son but for the body and here I had given my body and soul to my son for his use. I took his hands to my breasts and started to press and then he began to caress my motherly treasures on his own. My twelve year old son found ecstasy in my huge cushiony breasts and he wanted to be there always as he kept his head in the center of the valley of my breasts. Then I changed position and went to the second yantra where I was stay like a doggie for sometime. Now my son came behind me, and he started to hump me from behind. As his cock entered my forbidden yoni, I could hear thousand of conches blown together as if the heavens welcomed this unholy embrace. This time he was more self-driven in hitting his mother’s vagina and I could sense my juices building up. But there was one more yantra to be performed. I asked him to come to the third yantra and stand on it. Then I asked him to worship my vagina and apply kumkum over it. Then as per yantra, I lied on the floor on my back raising my legs to my breasts. I asked him to penetrate me while standing. Now he humped me while I was lying on the floor. I could feel his cock going right through my pussy from top to bottom as he drove through my cunt like a driller. His every stroke was getting powerful now. I was expecting him to come any second now. As I sensed him coming, my excitement grew and my pussy started to shed juices. he came with an explosion. I thought as if a bucket has been spilled in my womb. This was his first cum and it was huge. After that he drew his cock out and there was his spunk coming out of my wide open pussy lips. I asked him to collect all the honey on my cunt and then I poured it in a glass and gave him to drink it. He drank it and that was the end of ceremony. We went to bed after that and I told him not to tell anything to anyone.

That night, I had a very strange dream. I was in heaven sitting on a huge golden chair studded with precious stones. My body was dressed in the clothes of Hindu goddesses as they show on t v but the only thing different was that my clothes were made of exquisite jewelry and pearls were covering my white flesh. There was perfume in the air and there were a lot of people standing around me and bowing their heads to me. Perhaps I was some kind of queen or something. Then I saw that gods were also standing above in the air and throwing flowers at me. I was thinking what I could be when my son entered with a mukut oh his head and he wore no clothes but a lot of beads of pearls as if he was some king but strangely there was no throne for him. He came towards me and touched my feet and then he did the kinkiest thing in the world. He bent forward and smelt my pussy before worshipping it with hands. Then he slapped my cunt a few times. I was feeling as kinky as it was happening in public. Then, as he was caressing my mound, I turned my attention to the people who were standing. Who were they? I was asking to myself as I noticed that all the women were mature when all the men were young and some were even boys. It took me no time to understand that they were all mothers and sons and each son was standing behind his mother. Then, another strange thing happened. My husband entered carrying a mangal-sutra and two garlands. He came near us and my son
disengaged from my vagina. He quickly started chanting some Vedic mantra which he has been chatting for years at marriages but this time it was his son marrying his wife. My son then put his mangal-sutra on my neck and we exchanged garlands and everyone including gods showered flowers on us. Then, my husband turned away and went out while my son signaled everyone to move out but for the royal musicians. They were playing soft classical music as my son came near me.

We were all alone. “Do u know why there is only one throne here, mother” he asked me kissing my jewel studded nude body. He continued, “It is because when we sit here, we sit being one. Mother, gods have designed a special posture for sitting here. You will sit in my lap while my lingam is immersed with your yoni. That will make the union complete, and then we will start our court mother. I shall address them in this posture while having some bite of your motherly mummeries. Only when we get down from the throne, shall our genitals disengage. Is that right mother, now, as that, I have wed you; you are my sweet wife too. You are my kamayani... You are my rati and rambha. It is here that the people will pay their oblations treating it as a Shiva lingam and a pavitra sthala. It will become teeth for anybody who wants to mate with his mother. Mother, you must build a secret temple to remember our union.” I felt soft music engulfing my soul as my son cum husband took me in that posture. His prick was quite bigger in the dream and it fully fitted his birth hole. Soon, I opened my eyes and I was shocked. In front me on every tall chair, all mothers and sons were copulating in that posture. I saw above and I saw gods in frenzy too. Then, I saw that lord Shiva threw some hibiscus flowers on me. I woke up in the morning and it was quite a pleasant shock to find those flowers on my breasts. Later, in the day I figured out that probably I was blessed by god in some way. Those flowers were a symbol of fertility but why had god thrown them on me

He wanted me to have a child again. With my son…I felt overly overjoyed. I woke up and went to my son still without clothes. He was just getting up and I could spot his morning erection. His cock looked real bigger just like as it was in the dream. I could not believe my eyes. Just one humping of his mother’s pussy was doing wonders to his cock. How could I resist it from growing as I cupped it in my hands and directed it to its creator’s love tunnel? He swelled like a python in my vagina. It was growing all the more and I could feel it inside my womb getting even bigger. I was climbing on him on the bed and he was under me. Slowly his mouth reached instinctively under my heavy breast and started to chew on the nipple of motherly flesh. Ah! What a relief to have my son back at the nesting place. I pressed myself more on his cock and it was entering my pussy as if it was tailor-made for my son. After having him full in my glory mother whole, I looked at his face, so innocent yet so loving. I released his mouth from my nipples and asked him, “beta! Does u know what we are doing?”

“No maiya! But it seems we are playing some highly pleasurable game. I like it very much” he replied cupping my breasts and my waist.” beta! What we were doing is called chudai.” I hugged his closer to my breasts and once again thrust my other nipple into his mouth and started humming a doggerel son from movie judai but replaced the words. I was singing, “chudai re chudai. Beta kare maa ki chudai. Hai yeh chudai. Mera bete ki chudai.” I kept singing and it was having an erotic effect on my son as I was hissing a lot while singing. He started to grow even more and I felt that the prick of a donkey must have been smaller in my pussy. I could not believe it so I took it out to verify. The pinkish purple head was glistening with my juices and my god; the cock had become a real monster just in a day. I looked at him and asked, “Beta, this is your lingam or land as u calls it .besides urinating it has other functions also. You can use it in a woman to make her pregnant as your father did to make you in my womb. Beta, this intercourse is forbidden between a mother and a son. But, I have initiated you into all this so that we attain heaven. Forgive me my son, for no one fucks that pussy where he came from. Since I have spent all my life in prayers and now I have done the ultimate deed I want to spend the remaining days with you as a chuddakad. My son as now you are also my new and second husband, you must use your mother as your wife and fill her besides fulfilling her other needs. I shall behave both as a mother and wife to you now. I shall be your mother when your father is around and I shall be your wife when we are alone. You must copulate and procreate with me my son , my husband and when my yoni is full of your lingam Prasad , it will give birth to an unholy incestuous child who will fuck his mother or her father and this cycle will continue and we both will have and incestuous generation my son. Now take me and make the woman of your lingam .take me, my child.”

As I was imploring him with my sermon, he was getting eroticized beyond measure. I don’t know what came over him, he spat on my cunt and thrust his organ in one go. I felt as if someone hit my pussy with an iron dildo. He took me in arms standing while I wrapped my legs on his back for better penetration. He started to fuck me now like a bull in heat. He said,” maan gaana gao na. gaana sunte hue aisa karne ka bada maja aata hai.” And as if I heard him say , I started to hum again “ Chudai re chudai mera beta kare chudai, hai …heeeeeeeee…ooooooooo…uuuuuuuu….uiiiii….haan…kar maan ki chudai…bhar de uski maang …aur…choot….kar maan ki chudai” , as soon as I spoke obscenities , I felt greatly overjoyed . I had never used a filthy word in my life and I was really surprised how they came out of my mouth. But, now I wanted to go on, I was enjoying it; there was a particular expression of joy in those words. I was breaking many taboos simultaneously, one was of mating with my son and the other was of language and there was also the taboo of religion which I was breaking. He kept humping me and his cock was reaching to my inner depths now. It appeared, as if his cock was trying to unite with my vagina forever. It was a mother in me who let him do all he wanted. After about 10-15 minutes of strong and bullish humps, he spat his cream in my pussy. I liked it this time since all he did was on his own. I enjoyed it more when he did things on his own. I felt satisfied as a teacher. I had done my job.

a spell and hypnosis on mom

Hi incest lovers, this is amit again. It’s a very true story between Indian mother and her son and please don’t’ think about it as fake. It happened between my friend and his mom. I am telling this story from my friend’s perspective. I know it is very rare for such thing to happen in India but believe me it happened between these families. So please, let your fantasies and role playing is away for some time as what you are going to read is a true account of incest which blossomed in a traditional and conservative Indian family.

My name is rinku sharda. My parents used to call me mithoo at home. My father is a senior ias officer posted at shimla. I basically belong to banaras in uttar pradesh but i was born and studied in shimla until i went to punjab university chandigarh for my higher education. I used to home for a large part of my time. The reason was that my mother used to have some fits problem. Once she even fainted in the toilet. Though with all the care she was getting better and better. Being a government servant, my father didn’t have much time so i had to attend to her needs. My mother was not like the other Indian Brahmin mothers. She had married my father early and my dad was 10 yrs older than her. So she bore my in her teens only and now when i was 17 she was hardly 35. Later on she went on to do a PhD in sanskrit literature .but she could pass for any college going girl in her looks. In fact when we moved on the mall in the evening, many mistook her for being my girlfriend. Not many people knew that we are mother and son. As she was the wife of a bureaucrat, she used to pay a lot of attention to her fitness and beauty. She visited parlor every third day. She was truly very beautiful. She very fair, with her 36dd breasts jutting out, she could excite many men around and at home. She was given to traditional an outfit at home which was normally a sari with a full blouse and bangles, bindi and all. I never had any sexual urges towards her. I always thought of her as my loving mother. She was also very religious and spent a lot of time in meditation and religious offerings. She used to dress up like a new bride with full jewelry and bangles and traditional bordered saris. Though it was strange that she still wore designer colorful bras and panties which i saw often drying in the sun at the back of the bathroom balcony. I often picked them up and smelt them and only put them down after masturbation. I think that was when i picked up this panty fetish. I loved each and every panty in the world. I also used to look at drying panties of my neighbor’s wife who wasn’t attractive but had nice torn panties. She also attended a lot of religious communions and spent a large part of her time in working with charities and other religious functions. Every morning, she used to bathe early and then after properly decorating herself, she did prayer and often woke me up by offering the prasadam of the prayer. She was just like my friend and with her i used to spend a lot of my time. And now when she was having fits, i knew it’s the loving care of her son which she needs. I used to take care of her medication and all. We were going smooth and happy and she was getting better all the time. Maybe, i was in love with my own mother!

After a few days, father told us on the dining table that he had arranged a vacation tour for us and he had to stay back for some official work and could join us only after 2 weeks. Mother looked at my and said that she would be so happy to go out and asked father about the tour details. Well, it was an amazing tour of snow capped mountains dad had decided for us. At every stop we could find rest houses so stay won’t be a problem and we also had a driver and a servant more to take care of us. Dad had arranged it to perfection. I was only too happy to say that i was more than willing to take mother out.

We started early in the morning and mother came dressed in a floral white sari with a pink blouse. I had seen her for the first time in such exciting colors but there were more surprises later which i would tell. We sat at the back seat of the white ambassador car and it had dark windshields. There was also a partition between us and the driver. He could not see us. They kept our luggage and we started our journey. Initially we talked about general things and then my mother, he name is suryakantam pandey, started asking me about my love life. I was hesitant as i didn’t have any girlfriends and i was still a virgin. Mother kept breaking the ice and soon she was talking naughty stuff with me. Then she told me how she used to tame boys in college with her looks. She said that she had brought a couple of her old college day jeans to wear i the tour and asked whether i would mind if she wants to dress in jeans for the tour. Obviously i said yes and to my utter surprise she pulled out a bag and started looking for them. She then took them out and i saw that they were really old and mom said that she will put the on later.

After a long journey, we reached a forest guest house at the height of 4000mts. It was the only building to be seen in the jungle. The huge mountains were towering from behind. There was also a small outhouse located at some distance from the big bungalow. The servants quickly got down with luggage and kept it in a room. There were a few officials of the guest house too but since my father was an ias, they all received us on their palms. They told us that in the evening no one stays here and we have the whole bungalow to ourselves. One of them was a friend of our driver so he also asked to go to village with them. Now we had only one servant left. Mother told him that if he wanted to go with them, he should do only after the food is ready and all the basic work is done. The servant then left us at about 8 in the evening after the food smelled well.

We were very hungry from the travel and quickly had our fill. Then, mom got up and went to the room and came after changing into her nightgown. Then she asked me to change too. I went inside the room and found that the bed was laid down with at least some 20 panties on it. I was spellbound to find even Victoria’s secret and Roberto cavalli in them. My mother’s luggage was open and there was no hint of any much clothing in them but for a pair of jeans and some woolens. God, so many panties but why. I was about to smell their aroma when mom called me and i went out.

She was standing in the center of the hall with a book on her hands. I went up to her and asked what it is about. She asked me to sit down and not to tell anyone about what is going to happen tonight. I was excited as i was unsure what is going to happen. I quickly glimpse the book and found the photos of gods and goddesses on it. Oh god, maybe another religious lecture tonight! But it was not to be.

Mother then asked me if i knew anything about tantra. I obviously said no. Well, she went on to explain the mysterious powers associated with tantra and how it could finally bring about the best of spirituality in anybody. She said that this tantra has got many parts but the best is the part where lord Shiva has conveyed some mysterious powers to goddess parvati and this is called ‘ yoni tantra’. She went to explain that since it was very sacred and mysterious, not many people knew about it and this book that she was holding was given to her long back by some sadhu who knew about it. She said that she was only waiting for the right time to use this magical book. I took a look at the book. It had some handwritten sanskrit text and various drawings of mandalas besides numerous illustrations of the pudenda. I tried to understand the meaning of the words but they were in sanskrit so obviously i couldn’t do it. I asked mother that i was still unclear what it was about and why had she brought the book on our tour. She told me that she has read the book completely and she wanted to use this tantra in tour only and for that she needed my help. then she told me that it is written in the book that one who worships the yoni of his mother will attain some secret power in the dream and the mother will become a goddess. Of course, i was ready and a little excited too since i had no idea what all this is going to be. My mother told me that after performing the yoni tantra she will get mysterious powers and might even become a shakti (goddess). I was surprised by her belief in these old Indian texts. Then she asked me if could cooperate with her for this tantric journey with her. I said yes that i would be happy to do anything for my mother. In fact she surprised me by telling that i will also reap some secret reward by doing this. It might come to me in a dream. I just said to go ahead with it and see what happens.

Then, my mother, the traditional devout Hindu Brahmin married lady with me as her alibi started out to test the ancient wisdom of sacred and mysterious oriental texts. She went out of the room and appeared with a block of marble shaped as a shiva-linga (phallus) and decorated it with flowers and then made some tantric figures with grains of rice and lit two candles by the side. Then she took out a chart from her handbag, unfolded it and threw some flowers on it. It was a mandala with a lot of erotic postures of copulation. Then she asked me to get dressed in a dhoti. My chest was nude and now i was just dressed in a cloth wrapped on my thighs. Then to my utter surprise she removed the gown and dressed in beads of exquisite marigold flowers. Her nipples were covered by a natural bra of flowers and she had the same at her waist. She even wore bangles made of those and had a bunch on the head too. She looked like a goddess. For the first time in my life i felt my lund hardening seeing my mother in all her glory. Her luscious chuchies (breasts) were so inviting and her waist was so slim and i could see a bit of her fur through the flowers too. She smiled at me and asked me to sit down and perform the rites for the ritual. She asked me to recite “om kamdevaya namah, om shivaya namah, om ratidevi namah, om vyabhichaar namah, om asaya kamkrida shishuna drishyante, om matriyoni namah, om matrivakhsha namah, om matribhaga namah, om asaya sangamasya kaami putra putrid prajanante, om kamdevaya namah”

the whole room was resounding with the chants i and my mother made. By now, my mother had removed the flowers panty she had. Then she asked me to smear some indoor (vermillion) on her soft shiny black little tuft. I put some on it. Then she started me to work on it with my fingers. I started finger fucking my mother and she kept chanting with even more aggressiveness. Then in a moment she collapsed and cum was running from her thighs. She quickly collected some and smeared it on the marble linga. Then, she told me to go to sleep as it was complete.

The next morning, she was normal and we didn’t talk about it. The driver took us to sight seeing and we were home by evening. This went on for a few days while my nightly tantric escapades with my mother continued unabated. Now, i started having fantasies about my mother. I used to imagine her as a mother taking care of me and then kissing me with the same mouth that had given me guidance. She had a body of ivory and her smile with her nicely loosened hair always made me fall love with her. I used to imagine her shapely breasts being suckled by my lips as a child while breastfeeding and now as a grown up sucking those lovely mountains of lust. I used to see them everyday but had never gotten to see the nipple, though her areola was pretty bigger and even a few flowers couldn’t even hide it. Her breasts were unusually tight and very shapely that even they could make a round circle look square. Then, she had a maddening bellybutton on the top of her silky smooth tummy. There was a line a small black hair running from her bellybutton to her crotch making her look sexier. I started beating my cock thinking of my mother. I got up and went to her room one morning while she was out doing some exercises, i searched her bathroom and found the pair of her freshly used panties and i brought them with me to my room. I wrapped them on my face and jacked off bathed in the heavenly aroma of my mother’s pussy and rich ammonia smell of her urine. Once i had done it, i started to feel guilty about the whole thing. Hell, she was my own mother. How could i be a pervert to do a thing like this? I cursed myself and struggled with these feelings all the time. After all, she was letting me make her cum just for religious purpose, and what a pervert i have been thinking incest with my own mother.

That night, it was the eighth day of the ritual. She started the usual chants and then told me that it is written in the book that after one week she must do the linga pooja. She asked me to open my dhoti and my cock was all erect there. She rubbed some turmeric on it and washed my lund with gangajal (the water of holy ganga). Then she started to stroke it. It was overwhelming. My own mother jacking me off. I couldn’t hold on for long and ejaculated soon. She took my semen and smeared it over the linga. Then, she said that the ritual is complete and she thanked me for helping her. I went to my room and slept. I had a strange dream at night.

a half naked woman resembling my mother came into my dream and said “i m rati, the goddess of incestual love. Now u can ask for a wish since you have completed the yoni tantra”

I asked for the power of making love to any woman i want and she granted it and disappeared saying that i just had to call her name while using this spell but i can use it for limited chances only. She said that when i called her name again the spell would stop.

I woke up in the morning and thought about the dream. My mother was up in the kitchen making some breakfast. I walked to the door and saw her in her flimsy nightgown. She still had those flowery bra and panty inside. I went up to her and hugged her in my arms from behind.

“good morning beta! Kya baat hai aaj bada pyaar aa raha hai” she said as i hugged her close.

“o ma! U knows i love you so much” i said while my hand rubbed her little fleshy tummy over her gown.

“acha, beta. Tell me how much you love me” she said with a distinct horniness in her voice.

“maami, i think you are the woman of my dreams. I would do anything to have you by my side” as i said this my hands were rubbing her tummy up to her milky melons brushing them from below.

“you always have my love since you are my son. My lovely beta, i love you too manu” my body had now aligned with the backside of mother making our touch very intimate. I had never in my past run my hand over her body for so long. I was just enjoying the feel while my head nuzzled through the smell of shampoo in my mother’s hair. I could also smell the marigold flowers and it was just making me feel so secure with my mother. I loved her so much. Suddenly i was reminded of my dream and i thought of giving it a try. I just thought of sex with my mother and said “rati” into her ear.

Well, it worked. My mother just turned around and pulled the hem of the gown ever so slowly raising it to her humongous chuchies and then flipped over her head. Now, she was exactly in the ritual dress but it was something else we wanted to do. She then undressed me quickly without saying a word and kissed me right on my mouth. I was thinking in my mind if it was really happening. Was it my own blood mother who was kissing me with her tongue entwined with me? I couldn’t hold any longer and tore her flowery bra. The sight of her amazing chuchies in full was a heaven in itself. I needed nothing else. My essence seemed to melt by their fullness and ripeness. Before i could think of anything, i straightaway took them in my mouth and started sucking the nipples. Maybe the son’s instincts but her nipples were becoming absolutely harder and bigger. Then i stopped sucking and for a moment saw my mother in just her flowery panties. God she was looking like one 18 year old but for her big jugs and a little flab on the waist. Nevertheless it added that extra charm to her fleshy chutar (bum). Then i started lapping up her wide pinkish brown areola. She was moaning with ecstasy but didn’t say a word. Then i took the other nipple in my fingers and started nibbling it lightly while my teeth were literally chewing the other nipple in my mouth. My other hand reached to her bottom and i spanked her there. I spanked her again and again. My mother’s hands were on my hand and gently caressing my hair. Then i switched her big boobies and gave them pleasure alternately. After having my fill for half an hour i proceeded down to her silky belly. I licked every part, back and front of her middle before smelling my birthplace. The hairline was exciting me and i finally tore the flower panty and she was for the first time in my life, fully nude. By heavens, my holy mother full nude in front of me. Her boobies all red by my endless mauling and her puss juices dripping a bit and that unshaven choot begged me to suck it. I was in a fix what to do when she took hold of my 7 inch lund and pushed me on the sink. She came atop me and straddled me. I picked her up with our genitals locked and carried her to her bed. There she humped me for multiple orgasms. It was an ecstasy to see her beautiful motherly breast jiggling and slapping in air while she jumped on my cock. Soon, it was difficult to hold back and i came inside her many times. Then, we slept with our bodies hugged together and in a kind of trance. That morning, i fucked my mother three times before the driver gave a knock at the door. I quickly said “rati” into her so as to break her spell. She was surprised by her condition and quickly wore clothes when the driver came. I knew she would ask me later about it.

goody bua and her motherly boobs- a marriage

My name is pushpa and I am the mother of three children. I am normal Indian housewife and I belong to the middle class background. My husband works in the education department. Though I am quite educated but I had to stay home to take care of my children. I have two lovely fair skinned daughters and a handsome son. My son is the eldest of them. In fact I bore him when I was 21 so now when he is 17 I am just 38 years of age. I love my family and we are a happy family only one strange fact is there that the father of my youngest daughter is in fact my own son. he hit me when I he was 16 and then I had pregnancy due to him. Believe it or not but now we live as husband and wife. To know how it happened, read on my real story.

As my husband was a government employee, he often had to go on outstation tours. Earlier my son used to study in boarding but then we withdrew him to take care of the home in absence of his father. In fact when he was 18, he passed his 10th class with very good marks and we decided to have a party at home. We had a good time and all the guests left the home by eleven at night. Now, my son, rinku, was helping me clean the home along with my 14 year old daughter Shipra. We soon arranged everything neatly and then Shipra said that she wants to sleep. She went and started snoring in her room. I also went and quickly changed into my old pink cotton nigh tie with prints of flowers on it. My son rinku was still in the living room. I came out of the bedroom wearing my nigh tie and just panties under it. I was feeling very tired and due to that my nipples had become erect somehow as I could feel them making small tents in my nigh tie. My son looked at me and asked me to sit besides him.

He kissed me lightly on the cheek and said ,” I love you ma, thanks for such a nice party”

“I love you too beta, you can have anything you want from maami. I am always here for my bright son” I kissed him backing saying this.

Then he leapt across and took me in his arms hugging me and pressing against me. I thought he was getting emotional with his mommy but soon I realized it was something else. He was rubbing my back near the flesh of my hips. I got a tingling in my body as he did this is circular motion. his head was rested on my shoulder while his chest pressed on me. I was sure that he could feel my erect nipples digging into his skin through my nigh tie. I was surprised as he pushed his hand down my bottom so that I was now sitting on his hands while he rubbed my buttocks slowly. Suddenly I felt what was I doing and how did I let him do that then for another second I thought he is just doing it under some emotion. But I was wrong. I felt my thigh hitting his huge erection. O my god, my son a big penis. How could he have that big demon inside. Was he hitting on me, his mother. no it can’t be, my own son, lusting after me and feeling me. I withdrew from him in a moment and asked him

“What are you doing rinku?”

“o mommi, I love you so much and feel so attached to you” he gave me an emotional reply holding my hand.

“beta, I love you too but you are also my son and such things don’t happen between a mother and a son.” I replied withdrawing from him.

“No mommi, I love so much that I worship you and I worship your body too mother. There is no woman on earth as beautiful and sensuous as you. Please, mommy let me take care of you. let me tell you how beautiful you really are!” he said moving on to my front and hugging me once again.

I was feeling a bit uneasy by all this .what could my son want from me at this age. After all I am his mother and I bore him. I loved him too and dint wants him to feel bad about it. I asked with a little patience, “what do you want from your mommy rinku”

“o mother! I love you so much. can I feel your body? Will you let me see your sensuous body? mother, you are my goddess, I worship you. I want to worship and feel your body with my hands. please mother”, he begged me as hugged me from the waist.

“ok son, don’t feel bad. I just want you to be happy. that’s all. Ok… I will show you my old used body but just touching, ok. If you try to go beyond then the show is over” I felt a little kinky like a slut about to show off her body.

“o mommy, let me remove your clothes” he quickly put his hands under the hem of my gown and pulled it over my head. now I was just wearing my cotton panties. I covered my big boobies out of shame in front of my son. he quickly reached and removed my hands while I was just looking down.

“holy Shiva, o mother! You have the biggest boobies that I have ever seen. And just look at that big areola. Mammy, you have the longest nipples in the entire world. Can I touch them mommu”, he said as he rubbed his hands on my belly. he used to call me mommu instead of mommy sometimes and I loved it.

“go ahead my son. Touch them and feel them with your hands. Remember you used to feed on them not long ago. take them in your hands my son”, he cupped my humongous chuchies (boobs) and squeezed them.

“o mother! shipra has just taken your body but even her chuchies are not that soft and spongy. Will you let me suck from your unusually long nipples? Will you breastfeed your hungry grown-up son, mommu” he said while kissing me on my neck. I was surprised to hear that he even played with my daughter and was comparing me to her.

“yes my son, see if there is any milk left for you.” As soon as he heard me say this, he quickly latched on to my melons and took the nipple of my left chuchy in his mouth while he played with my right nipple nibbling it with his fingers. He even tries to take half of my boob in his mouth as if he was trying to eat it like a cake. He started biting my flesh with his teeth lapping his tongue all around my areola. My choot (pussy) was getting wet and I could feel the juice in my panty. A spot appeared on them now. while he mercilessly ate my chuchies switching them in between. His hands were now rubbing my ass over the white cotton panty.

“Shiva, Shiva! what are you doing my son? This is so wrong yet it feels so good. Please stop now otherwise I won’t have any control and we might cross the limits.” His hands had gone inside my panty now and were moving to the front ever so slowly.

“no beta no, main tumhari maan hun.ye tum kya kar rahe ho. Ye galat hai. Ufffffff mere bude badan main kya rakha hai beta” now he left my nipple and placed his head on the slit of my breasts and started licking the slit. He just lapped his tongue there licking the sides of my milk jugs while his hands had reached over my choot (puss) and he was slightly pressing my pubes with the palm. I felt that some juices had started leaking from my horny choot but they were absorbed by my pubes so probably he was just seconds away to touch them. I was on fire too but then he was my son. I regained morality and asked him to stop.

“beta, my dear rinku beta. I love you too but this is no way to show your love to your mother. In fact now we have already exceeded the limits. No one ever touches his mother in her private parts. We have to stop this very instant. O my god, rinku what r u doing….no...no….please stop it” he put his thumbs at the side of my old white cotton panty which was so wet now and pulled it down my knees in no time . he was now rubbing his hands on my choot from behind.

“no mommu, you know how much I love you. I just can’t stop now. I want to prove my love to you. With these melons hanging down, how can you expect me to stop? o mother, you are the most beautiful of all women that I have seen and known. You pearl white skin and you large pinkish brown areolas are making me crazy. I don’t know what to do mommu, just need to feel you mother. Please don’t stop me now” he almost gave a few bites on my chuchies now heaving with passion and love. Then his hands caressed my velvety chootar (ass) and his finger went in my choot a little deep. An electric current went in my body as my son touched his mother’s pussy for the first time. A lot of pussy juice ran down his hand and he started to finger fuck me.

“what are you doing with me rinku? Leave me this very moment otherwise I will loose control. Think of your father. How can you do this with your mother? Let me go rinku” I implored him hanging my lust in the form of caution but deep inside I was loving all this.

He soon started fucking me with two fingers. My pussy was leaking a lot of juices and the sounds of phuch phuch phuch phuch started coming from my pussy making me all the more horny. I wanted him. I wanted my son now. I was a woman blinded with lust and consumed in passion to think of anything else. What if he was my own son and I had given him birth from the same cunt. I became silent now towards him resisting me and let him have a go. He probably knew that my pussy was enjoying and he turned me around and went on his knees to get a whiff of his mother’s fat pussy. The first thing he did was that he smelled the pussy nice and long before teasing it with his nose and finally lapping up his birthplace with his tongue almost biting my clit while he slapped my chootar with his hands.

“o rinku, my baby, what are doing to mommy. are you going to kill me? no son no. this is incest. we can’t do it. we will rout in hell for doing this forbidden thing. Stop it now otherwise I am gone .” he looked up at me and then took my hand and drove me to my kingside bed where his father had taken my cherry and lay me down on my back. He reached my feet and took them in his hands and started kissing my toes.

“Mother let me show you what heaven can be. I know this is wrong and mother is the holiest of all but then you are my mother and all I want to do is to make you mine. I want to enter the same body I came from. I want to fuse into you and make us one forever. Let this unison be the token of my gratitude for bringing me into this world mother. I want to kiss each and every part of your, I mean mine, body.” Then he kissed on my claves and his tongue reached the back of my fleshy thighs and further up he took some bites of my ass before finally finding my mound and he inserted his big tongue into my lower lips white parting the well grown tuft of my pubes. My sucked on my pussy and I was beginning to get delirious. Still, at the back of my mind, I was fighting the taboo inside. How could I let him do it? he is my own flesh and blood. But slowly my thoughts were melting away with the juices oozing out of my hairy choot. he stopped for a second and looked me in the eye and said,

“thank you for letting me know my real mother. Thanks for showing me that wonderful choot of yours which was my birthplace. O mother you look a creature of heaven, a pari, there lying down naked before me. This is what I never thought would happen. I hope I am not living in a dream. O mommu, can I kiss you now.”

I was far too gone to let reason prevail over my sensory enjoyment. I thought let me just forget that he is my son and let him have whatever he wants. I replied in a seductive and hoarse voice,

I don’t know what to say my son. You are saying that your old mother’s body reminds you of angels. I hope that you are not lying to your stupid mommy. I don’t know what to do now. I know it’s wrong between a mother and a son but what can I do. I really love you my son and I would just do anything to please you. After all, taking care of the son is the duty of the mother. What if I go a step ahead and give you more intimacy. I think it is the duty of every mother in the world to make her children feel happy. That’s what I am going to do now, my son. let’s not call it incest since we very much love each other. It’s just that we are crossing some physical boundaries. I know you love me but this unique way of showing your love is making me go crazy. Come my child, don’t waste time now. Kiss the mouth that gave you guidance and come closer now beta.
Saying this I bit my lip and he quickly pounced on my mouth and our tongues started twirling and colliding with each other. We almost had a breathless kiss which we probably didn’t break for more than fifteen minutes. In the meanwhile my son had ravished and mauled my melons like anything. they were painted red with my blue veins clearly showing through the whiteness of my heavy chuchies. he pressed them, nibbled at my teats with his fingers and pulled my nipples to the farthest point and then released them making them erect like two little cocks. He also took great pleasure in fingering my pussy. He was even pulling my daana (clit) some time while fucking my hairy twat with two fingers. I was in seventh heaven while kissing him and hugged him close, he was really trying to get inside my mouth. what a kiss it was. So what it was with my son. I was still his mother and I was showing all my maternity (mamtaa) by letting him do it. What I didn’t realize that soon it would lead to something more sinister. He released his mother’s well sucked mouth with her lipstick smeared to the side of her lips making her look like a real cheap slut.

“mother, o my sweet mother. I owe my life to you. You have given me the real kiss of the goddess today. I am your slave. just order me what you want me to do for you. My god your chuchies are really amazing and they are the best pair of tits in the world. I can never get over playing with them. I want to bury myself there. You kill me with those boobies mommy. I m just too spellbound to do anything now.”

He said with his face turning red with passion and desire.

“I know how much you like my chuchies, son. As I child you used to suckle them for hours. I continued feeding you till you were in 5th class, remember! I had to discontinue as your father disapproved of it in public .but for another year, I remember you used to suckle them everyday. You kept me always full of milk. but now you are using them for pleasure. you know chinu, it’s due to you that my nipples have become that long, u used to pull them and chew them like a bubblegum. Until your sixth class I never wore a bra at home because you had to remove it and it made it problematic since you were restless. it is due to you that they became big and round .look at you, you are mommy’s naughty little teenage plaything. Aren’t you.” I teased him.

“yes I am and you know what you are. You are my melon mommy. With these chuchies I think you should be called just ‘melony’”, I saw the kinky side when I realized my son was talking dirty to me. I went ahead and said,

“beta, you didn’t say a word about my phudi, come on say”, he was surprised when I said puss to him and came back with a reply.

“that’s not your choot mommu, that’s mine too .since I came out of this sexy watery hole some 16 years ago. O momma, I just love you and your momma too. I love each and every organ of your sexy body mommu. You are mine.” and he started kissing me all over again. this was not any normal kiss but this time he was literally biting me with his teeth. I could see his reddish teeth marks on my thighs, breast, and navel and everywhere in my body. God, can anyone be so crazy about his mother. I was red burning hot inside with all lust and now wanted to cross all earthly limits and free him from the thought that I am his mother. So I took a bold step when I said,

“beta! o my rinku! You are making me go mad with all this. There is no going back now. You have inflamed my passions beyond limits now and I am totally consumed in lust now. I feel like a goddess offering my body as a sacrifice on the alter of love. Remember son, it’s just love what we are making here. You should not call it incest. My womb was really blessed to bear you son. I am so happy. Now you can do with me now all you ever wanted to do to a woman. Would you like to cross the final frontier now my son. now come here and don’t waste any time.”

I said as I released his clothes. he was wearing a sky blue VIP frenchie inside and his tool was shaping there. He had a hairy body and probably the hair of my pussy had the same DNA. I quickly removed his underwear too and it sprang like a cobra .it was not particularly long or thick but it was just a cock a teenager would normally have and it was very erect too. I took it in my hand and I stroked it a little. some pre-cum was already oozing from the eye of the cock. I was shaking the cock of my own son. What a slut I was, I thought. He put his mouth again on my fleshy chuchies and took one in his mouth right unto its areola. I was going crazy in my head and I was sweating already. I felt his cock much too erect and I wanted it desperately. Shiva, I wanted my own son’s cock. I wanted him to do it. o my god, what a slut I have been seducing my own son. I was committing a sin and there was no going back. in a few seconds I felt his hands rest on my fleshy white chootar and he was bringing his lund close to my choot. He touched my pussy lips with his phallus and kept is there for a moment. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were full of love melting into lust as if he wanted to fuse into me .he just kept looking at me and then I couldn’t bear it any longer. I pulled his face on mine and kissed him while he held me by my naked waist and entered his cock into my forbidden hole. I kept looking into her eyes. In a second, I had changed from a mother to a lover. My own son’s cock probed further into my labia entering a forbidden zone. I opened my legs more as I felt the ecstasy of incest run shivers through my body. My god, my own son inside my vagina. now he started stroking me giving me powerful thrusts in between while mercilessly mauling my chuchies nearly came on his cock but he kept giving me orgasm after orgasm while our mouths were locked in filial love and ecstasy. I felt his tongue reach unto the base of my throat my god, he was humping me, fucking me, making love to his very own biological mother. I was mad with lust now and I started screaming loudly,
“o shit, what the hell is happening to me? o my god, Shiva, Krishna, my son is fucking me, he is fucking his mother. Help me lord. Forgive me. I am just doing my duty of making my child happy fuck…chinu…”

“o mother, my heavenly mother, my real mother, I love you and I need you for all eternity. I am the luckiest son to do it with my own sexy momma. Do you have any idea of the sexiness of your chuchies and that fluffy little choot. How come you are so tight mommu when you had three children” he asked me while pinching both my nipples.

“I guess I saved it for you son. You have got the hardest Lund in the world. Do you like it in my choot son. and how does my chuchies taste. Tell me” I rubbed his bare back as he lay on me in a tight embrace. Then our bodies entwined as if trying to become one and reverse the process of evolution. His skin was just as fair as mine and he stroked me harder now, showing his mother all the love he had.

“o mommu, your chuchies just taste like buttermilk. And your choot is my gateway to heaven. Even my sushma maasi cannot equal you. You have the most fascinating pair of sexy titties in the world. To make love to you is beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought that I would taste heaven in you. You are my dream girl and I love you.”

“now stop talking and suck your old momma’s titties” I said as he once again fucked me like a strong bull. This was probably his first fuck and he made the best out of it. Soon he could not control it and shot his wad in my fiery pit where he was born. I had an extreme orgasm too and I think I just fainted. The whole night we slept on each other with his limp cock in my pussy all night. I got up in the morning and went to kitchen to make some breakfast. I was feeling very guilty about the night. Then my son came out in the morning, touched my feet and sat down on the chair on dining table.

“hi mommu darling! Now that we have made love, let’s take our relationship to a new level.”

“what do mean son”

he got up and he came near me. he put his hand in my gown and reached my waist and started caressing my bum and pubic region.

“mommu love, you know what we did was meant only for husband and wife and we are mother and son...” now his hands reached up and grabbed my melons and he started pinching my nipples with his fingers while kissing my neckline while his erect cock was touching my pussy lips from behind.

“mmmmm….hmmmmmmm…aaahh…chinuu…..waht …mmm do ...u ...mean…mmmmmmm”

“I mean my big titted mommujaan my lovely fuck lady my cumslut, my pissy pussy mommy queen my anal whore, my rani, my pallu, my teenu, my parul, my ritu, my rishu, my stuti, my sapna, my rekha, my jyoti, my meenu, my neelam, my sushma, my housing borad waali raani maasi my maasi cum wife cum mommy, I mean lets get married my mommy”

“you have already taken my sheel (chastity) son, now I will do what you say.

Then he jumped in joy. He arranged for the wedding and it was kept secret and it took place in another city. Nobody suspected us of being mother and son. He tied his mangalsutra on my neck and people threw flowers at us. We came back only to find the room decorated with flowers and perfumes.

What a night it was. My own son had married his mother. A few years ago I married his father and then brought his into this world and now he has married me even when my husband is alive. So I have two husbands now. And my new husband is in fact my own son. The cycle has turned around with the son marrying his mother. He suckled my breasts as a child and now he sucks them for his pleasure. As a mother I used to please him with my mamtaa and now I have to please him with my body. He took my hand in his and looked deep into my eyes and said,

“for the first time I am holding your hand as my wife, mother” he said planting a kiss on my neck on mangalsutra.

I wanted to say yes my son, Indeed you are but I just said, “yes, my beloved husband”

“I will do everything what a wife does for her husband. You have each and every right over my body now. Let me touch the feet of my husband, my son”, saying this I bent down and touched his feet. He also touched my feet in return saying that he was seeking blessings of her mother for his wife. In fact, now that his mother is his wife, he can tell her to do household chores and satisfy him in bed.

I came up to him with a glass of milk as the newly brides take it to their husbands. My heart leapt in joy as I felt like a virgin again, feeling shy in front of my teenage son cum husband. He drank the half and gave me the other half. I drank it and then he kissed me thereby exchanging each others milk in our mouths with our tongues flicking each other. Slowly he disrobed me from the wedding dress and left me in just my bra and panty. I had worn a satin red panty that day since red is considered auspicious. he came up close to me and said,

“ma! You look like an angel from the sky. By the way, how did you know that I love laal kachi? You are going to kill me in that sexy little kachi u have my mommy, my booby doll, u r an Aphrodite my queen.”

“Beta, red is not only holy color but also it is the color of passion, of love, my son, I mean my husband” I said with a giggle and looked up to him.

“O ma! My lovely mother from heaven. O my dream girl, I never thought that this day would ever come in my life. I am the happiest and the luckiest son in the world. I have married the same woman who brought me into this world. I love you, mother, more than ever. O Pushpa, my mother wife. You are my goody bua and you have got the sexiest chuchies in the world. O mother, look at the color of your chuchies, aren’t they like my cheek. Let me remove your motherly floral bra. O ma I have always loved these floral patterns in your pink and white bras. I will buy you some more underwear, mom”, he said as he felt the heaviness of his mother’s jugs in his palms over the bra. My mangalsutra was adorned in the center of the valley of my breasts. My heart skipped a beat when he brought his face closer and kissed on the slit of my mounds. He started licking my chuchies on the periphery. His hands reached down over to my ass and started caressing them over my red satin panties. He pressed my velvety chutar with his masculine fingers over the bare panty. The flowers on the panty seemed to be coming alive by the touch of my lovely son, and I felt the first heavenly stirrings in my motherly pussy. The bra was holding out mid air as he released the hooks at the back. His hands were cupping them over the bra. I looked at him straight in the eye and felt a divine lust in his face. He was glowing with a surge of incestuous energy and his whole existence was on fire as he held his mother as his wife from her motherly chuchies over the bra. I was feeling very shy like a kinky teenage girl and for a moment I let the thought go that he is my son. So what if he is. He had every right to do anything to his mother as now I was his wife. He bent his face on the slit of my chuchies and sniffed there.

“o mother do u know how much I like this pond’s smell on ur bras”

“o my raja beta o my husband why don’t u take off this filthy cloth and let my motherhood be bared to you in all its glory. I m sure you will like it just like your father” saying this I shook my chuchies like a club dancer on my sons face. The bra came off on its own and now I was shamelessly slapping my motherly breasts on my sons face. It reminded me of his childhood when I often boob-danced on his face as a child. How his little fingers would then bruise my knockers. This went on until he was well into class 5. sometimes he would come from school and jump straight into mommy’s bed, while me still in my loose nightclothes, he ripped them apart and told me to boob-dance. O, how erotic it was. I think it was then when I saw the seeds of this incest. I was lost in retrospect when the feeling of teeth on my chuchy woke me up…

“o yes, ahan, aaammmmmmm,,uuuuummmmmmm o mera beta mera pati…maan ko maja de na….mmm hai…..kha le na meri chuchy….”

“hai mummy mommu meri patni meri ggody bua…thoda sa boob-dance kar do na.” my son looked me in the eyes with a power I could not refuse. I started humming a lullaby and shook my chuchies on his face... slowly…ever so slowly...and then I slapped them on his cheeks. it was a place where I found bliss. her breasts were all I ever needed. we stayed like that all day and night. we married n lived happily ever after.
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