indian sex stories family marriage and sex

indian sex stories family marriage and sex

indian sex stories family marriage and sex

indian sex storiesIndian family, marriage and sex between son and mother..
After my mother gets divorced to my father, I just wanted to fulfill my long desire of making my mother my wife. It became true when I told I mother that I love her. She saw the passion in my eyes for her.

“You…you said you loved me.” My mother said slowly, staring deep into my eyes.

“Yes, Mother…I love you more than anything,” I murmured.

It was several seconds before she spoke again as she continued to stare into his eyes.

“You…you mean, in, in that way,” she slowly stammered out.

“I…I just wanted you to know,” I said softly. “I just wanted you to know that I love you, no matter what happens. I have always loved you. I always will, and I’ll always be here for you.”

She looked confused. Like she didn’t know what to do. Or say. But her eyes never wavered from me.

“Funny, isn’t it?” she finally sighed. “The only man in the world that loves me…truly loves me, is my son. That is so distressing.”

She gave his thigh another gentle squeeze. My eyes bore into hers

“If only. If only,” she whimpered softly. “What that it were…”

“I just want you to know,” he murmured. “I’m here for you, Mother…here for you in any way you need me. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy again.”

She continued to stare into my eyes. It was as if she was looking for an answer. An answer to her unhappiness and loneliness.

“I could never commit myself again,” she said softly, then paused for several seconds before she slowly went on, “to any man. Unless, unless he promised to give me his undying love.”

“I’ll love you forever, and ever,” I whispered back.

I could not but stare at her, her saree had fallen off her chest and her breasts in her dart blue blouse were heaving…

My mother saw the hunger in her son’s eyes, the passion, the love for her – for her body.

Finally, her eyes dropped away from me, and her hand slowly floated up away from my throbbing cock. I’d gone too far, I told myself. Way too far.

But as I watched her hand, it was joined by her other hand at the top button of her blouse. Then, looking down at her hands, she timidly unhooked the first hook. Gulping, he tried to swallow the bale of cotton that had suddenly materialized inside his mouth. Her fingers opened the second hook as he looked on with dazed astonishment. Then the third hook popped free, bringing her lacey black bra into view between the edges of her blouse.

I watched her slowly spread her blouse open. His heart was now pounding mad as she reached up to his hand on her shoulder. Not saying a word, she lifted it and brought it down to the opening of her blouse. Pressing his hand, palm down, into the opening, she let go of it. I could hardly breath as she dropped one hand down to her lap and the other back down to his thigh. But just as her hand touched down on my thigh, she moved it over to the obvious swell of my cock pressing up against my pants.

Dazed, I sat with his arm around her shoulders, his palm pressed against her hot flesh inside her blouse. Suddenly a jolt of pure excitement tore through my cock as I felt her give it a gentle squeeze through his pants. Not daring to even breathe, I eased his hand over above her right breast. Finding the lacey top edge of her brassiere with the tips of his trembling fingers, I eased them down under it onto the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. As I continued to ease his fingers down into her bra, I felt my mother’s fingers tickling down the underside of my cock. Looking down, I saw that she was slowly unzipping my pants.

Then my probing fingertips brushed over the swollen hardness of her nipple, as the lace on the bra tickled up the back of his hand. Another shiver of excitement sparked through my cock as I kept easing his fingers down inside her bra. At last, I could cup the heavy, firm breast resting there. Now the big, jutting nipple was burning a hole into the palm of my hand.

Watching on with feverish anticipation, I saw her daintily spread the opening of my pants apart and ease her hand down inside it.

Pulling my fingers out from under her big, heavy tit, I once again found her hard, jutting nipple with the tips of my fingers. Teasing and toying with the rubbery pap, I gently twisted and tweaked it.

Then my mother’s fingers found my steel-hard prick and I heard a small, audible intake of breath. She must be surprised by the size of his thick, seven-inch penis, I arrogantly thought as she fondled and measured its girth and length with her fingers.

I had never felt a woman’s breast nipple in all his life, I giddily told himself. She must be just as hot as I was.

Savoring the touch of her nipple on my fingers, I saw her looking over and felt her maneuvering my big, stiff cock up, out through the opening of my underwear. Slowly, its big, purplish-red head appeared. It was slowly followed by the brown shaft, crisscrossed with bulging, blue veins. Then, the last of it came slithering out with my mother’s hot hand curled around it.

Her eyes widened momentarily, as she stared down at the big, jutting shaft of teenage cock-meat.

“My…” she softly murmured, daintily gripping her hand around the thick shaft, twisting and running it up its impressive length. “Son… you are …….”

After a few long, delicious moments, she opened her hand. Letting his cock jut up into the air on its own, she reached up and pulled his hand out of her blouse.

What now, I deliriously wondered? In a testosterone-induced fog, I watched my mother, lean forward, put her hands on the cushion and slowly push herself up to her feet. Then, she peeled off the saree from her body. She was wearing a blue petty-coat, and I groaned as I saw her naked belly and deep navel inches in front of me. It was so sexy, so sensuous.

my mother held my face and pulled me to her. I buried his face in her belly fleshly and started kissing her there with passion. Her skin felt like butter, and I kissed her all over – and when my tongue dipped into her deep navel Namratha, my mother groaned with pleasure. She knew what was happening…

I felt her fingers in caressing his hair and slowly pulling him back. “Oh Beta….what are we doing dear” she sighed caressing his cheeks.

Then looking into my eyes, she removed her blouse from her body.

I had never seen anything so erotic. So telling. So titillating, I thought as I stared up at her breasts covered by the lacy black brassiere.

She slowly sat back down on the couch. “Son…may I touch you again”. She murmured.

It was all happening too quickly for him to comprehend. my cock was still poking out of the opening in his pants as she looked at him…waiting. At last, I came to my senses and said “Yes Ma……”

Maa pushed me down on the couch and sat near him “Oh beta, did I make you so hard…. So big and so hard…….”

She teased as she pulled my underwear down my knees and slowly captured my penis in her left hand. I watched in fascination as my mother wet her right hand with her spit, and then started to caress me “Let Ma take care of this my darling” she said looking into my eyes.

My eyes darted from her bosom to her face. I was delirious with pleasure; her hands felt so much better than mine when I used to masturbate.

She peeled my foreskin back and tickled the underside of my pensis, and saw how much pleasure her son got.

“God…Mother…I love you,” I groaned out, easing his throbbing cock into her hands.

She bent forward and kissed my forehead, his eyes and his cheeks. “Beta I love you, I love you so much”

“Oh God, Mother…can’t believe…” I gasped, feeling my mother squeezing my penis as I came close to cumming.

So this is what ecstasy is, I deliriously told myself as my mother gave me the best hand job in the world.

Namratha saw his pre-cum flowing out and felt his shudder. She loved this.

I looked down at her big tits jiggling softly in the confines of her brassiere. Her mangalsutra held in her cleavage…..

It’s a miracle, I dementedly thought. I should have blown his wad long ago, what with all the passion that was sparking between us. But somehow, I struggled to control the overpowering urge to come. I couldn’t it give up and make the pleasure pouring up from my peter stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop. Just go on and on and on… But it was a losing battle, I groaned as my mother increased her speed.

“Maaa, I ….”

“It is ok Beta, it is ok” Maa murmured.

Then I came, and he came like I never came before. My cum shot up over them on to floor as I jerked up and shivered in pleasure.

Namratha, my mother was taken aback by her son’s climax, it was so powerful, so intence, she knew they cannot turn back.

Then, just when I thought it was going to go on forever, my cock pulsated one final time and stopped shooting.

“Maa..” I groaned.

She stroked my head and slowly removed her cum stained hands. I said “Ma, Sorry.. I”

She laughed in a husky manner “Oh Beta, it is ok.. it is you… I don’t mind, I need to go” her voice was shaking as if she was fighting with her conscience.

“Clean that up,” she said, pointing down to the puddle of cum on the couch.

Then, getting-up, she shuffled toward the bathroom carrying her blouse.

When my mother disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, I stuffed my cock into my pants and zipped up. Then I went about cleaning up the big puddle of cum on the couch.

Now what, I wondered as I wiped away at the stain. This escapade with my mother had been beyond belief, but the abrupt reversion to mother and son at the end of it, disappointed me. I had thought that once it was over, the intimacy would remain. But when she abruptly ordered him to clean up the mess they had made and then went storming off into the bathroom, I didn’t know what to think. Finished cleaning up the mess, I sat in the chair, sipping on my drink as I waited for my mother to return. I didn’t really know what to expect.

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At last, the door opened and she came strolling out as if nothing had happened at all. Her blouse was re-buttoned. Standing by the couch, she took the saree and wore it. For me it was another sexy sight that he could not stop staring. Finally she was fully dressed, she sat down.

“Well…” she said, looking me in the eye.

“Uh…well…well what?” I asked, confused by her question.

“Was it good?” she asked.

“Good,” I choked out, smiling finally. “It was fantastic, beyond my wildest expectations. But …. Ma… are you ok,?”

“Was it good enough to give up your freedom for?” she asked me, ignoring his second question.

“What? What do you mean? Freedom?” I asked.

“You remember that I told you I could never commit to another man unless I knew that he was committed to me?” she asked me.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled.

“That man would have to forsake all other women,” she said sternly, “and love only me.”

“Uh, yes uh, okay…but what does that have to do with us?” I asked her.

“You insinuated earlier that you were that man,” she said, looking me in the eye. “Are you?”

“Huh?” I grunted.

“So that means that you would commit to me? Totally and unequivocally?” she wanted to know.

“Uh, yes, Ma….I … think ” I muttered.

“There’s no thinking involved in this. It’s either yes, or no,” she said sternly.

“Yes,” I hissed softly.

“You would marry me?” she asked me.

My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped, staring at her in confusion.

“Marry you?” I was finally able to choke out.

“Yes, marry me,” she said emphatically.

“But how? You’re my mother,” I groaned, now totally bewildered.

“Don’t worry about the details. I’ll take care of those. Will you marry me?” she asked me again.

“Yeah…yes…yes…I’ll marry you. I don’t know how, but I’ll marry you if that’s what you want,” I said.

“Good Beta” she smiled back at me. “We’ll have the wedding on this Monday…”


“Yes, wedding…on Monday”

“You agree to be my husband,” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “That means, we will be like, you know, really married, and … we can, can we,?” I timidly asked.

“Can we what Beta” Namratha teased me

“Oh Ma, you know, can we be really like, husband and wife…. do you know”

“a first night” she asked huskily “have sex”….

I nodded/

“Of course,” she laughed, pausing, looking at me like a mother – with a stern look – “But after we’re married. I want to be your wife before you can do what you have in mind”

“But, but it’s only Friday Tuesday,” I complained. “That’s 3 days away.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Son, it is only 3 days,” she giggled. “Patience is a virtue and besides I don’t want to force this on you, if you want to reconsider …..”

“Oh Ma… I don’t want to reconsider” I said with passion.

Namratha came near me and patted his head. “I know”

“oh, okay,” I whined, watching my wife to be’s behind jiggle under her short skirt as she strolled away.

The rest of the week was pure hell for me as it crawled along at a snail’s pace. my mother would allow me absolutely no physical contact, and I was afraid to ask.

My mother saw the raw hunger in me, and she was no better. She was always wet during those days, thinking about them, what all the will be doing…… She also made me promise that I will not masturbate. I had to summon all his will power to comply.

Finally it was Monday, and after tea, maa gave me a list and sent me off to the market. Her eyes had a strange twinkle that day, but she still acted as his mother.

It was the most exciting shopping I ever did.

• Jasmine Flowers

• Two flower garlands

• New white Kurta Pyjama for him


• A pack of Condoms!

my mind was racing as I came back home.

“Got everything” mother asked taking the bags from me.

“Yes Ma” I said looking at her. She looked lovely even though she was dressed in a normal saree and had not eve done her hair well. But i saw that she had done mehendi in her hands.

Maa kept the bags on the living room table and turned to me. She held my hands and brought them to her lips and kissed my fingers. “Are you sure about this Beta”

I nodded “Yes Ma, yes, are you….”

She smiled “Yes dear, I have made you wait for long, I have waited for long….”

We had an early dinner, with the food mother had made. The dal and chapathi tasted heavenly as my mother served me with love.

She told me that she has found a good time (mahurath) at 8.30 PM that night, and we will have small ceremony in their puja room. She asked me to have a bath and come to the puja room by 8.15.

I helped her to clear the dishes and then went upstairs to my room. I got ready and wore my new dress. I felt as if this was so real, as if I was getting really married.

It was 8.15 and I reached the puja room, and what I saw blew my mind. my mother had lighted the lamps and had had arranged a small havan (fire). She was standing there waiting for me. She was dressed a fine silk saree, deep red in color with the saree pallu covering her head. She was wearing make-up and her head was adorned with flowers. She was wearing jewellery, chains, traditional earrings, and many things which Raj did not know the names of. The gold added to her magnificent allure. She looked every inch a bride, like a godess.

“Oh Ma….. you look so….. so beautiful” I blurted out

“Thank you Raj” she smiled coyly.

She pulled me near to the havan and asked him to light it.

“There is no pundit, but we have the fire and Gods as witness” she said.

She switched on a small portable CD player she had brought to the puja room and the sound of wedding hymns filled the room.

“Are you ready Raj” she asked

I nodded

“Mother…Mother, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” I groaned, gawking at her shamelessly.

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, stepping up directly in front of me.

All her beauty was having a profound effect on me. She was finally going to be mine completely.

I then saw that she had removed her mangalsutra and had it in her hand in a yellow thread. She gave it to me.

“Please make me your wife my son” she said.

Only the strains of the Wedding hymns were to be heard as they stood staring into each other’s eyes.

“You’re sure?” she smiled, looking down to see that my hands were shaking.

“Please…Maa ..stop teasing me,” I whined. “Yes, yes, yes, I want to go through with it.”

“Okay then,” she said, bowing her head. “Tie the mangalsutra and make me your Patni (wife)”

“Yes Ma ” I whispered with love.

My hands shook as I put the mangalsutra thread around her neck, indian sex stories marveling at softness of the skin on her neck and tied the thread.

He moved back when it was done. He saw tears in his mothers eyes.

“Ma are you ok” I asked with genuine concern and love.

She nodded, taking the garlands. “I am, I am so happy darling”.

Maa took a small ornate box with sindoor (red vermillion powder) and shivered as I applied the sindoor on her forehead.

We put the garlands over each other, and I took my wife mothers hands and we went around the fire.

we were married. From mother and son, we were now Pati and Patni (Husband and Wife).

“Raj now I am yours, in every way, thank you for taking me as your bride” she sniffed, as I held her hands in love.

“Oh Ma, I should be thanking you… you are all that I ever wanted” I said with passion.

My mother slowly wiped away the tears with the edge of her son / husband’s duppatta, and looked me straight in the eye.

“I want stop you now my son, my husband, why don’t you go to my bedroom and wait for me”

“That is if you want us to continue from the marriage, and move to making our union complete” she solemnly said.

We both just stood there staring into each other’s eyes with love pouring between us for the longest time.

“Well,” my mother finally laughed. “Aren’t you going to kiss the bride?”

“Uh, oh Ma , yes…..” I said, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips down onto hers.

I was passionate and in experienced and Maa slowed me down “Slowly darling, we have time” and kissed me slowly leading me on by nibbling on me lips, opening my lips sucking my lower lips and slowly giving me her tongue. I learned fast, and we kissed. Our lips opened fully and our tongues sparred as we hungrily kissed, sanctifying the incestuous communion we had just created.

Maa broke the kiss. They were panting. “Go to my room darling” she said, with a bit of her mother voice.

I obeyed.

As I entered my mothers’ bedroom I hear skipped a beat. It was not her bedroom anymore. It was our first night chamber. My mother had spread a new satiny red bed sheet on which white Jasmine flowers were sprinkled. The room smelled nice with incense sticks.


I turned around and saw my mother coming with a tall glass in her hand.

I took the milk and drank half and gave her the glass back. With a shy smile my mother drank it and set the glass aside. She went and closed the bed room door. indian sex stories

“There is no one at home, but it feels nice to close out the external world” she said turning back to me.

She came towards me as I opened my arms. We embraced and I felt her whimper.

I kissed her forehead – and slowly removed the saree pallu from her head. She smiled at me. She held my face.

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“My darling” she whispered. “I love you”. She brought my face down and we kissed again. It was so natural. She felt my hands trying to get in between our bodies she let me and groaned as he caressed her naked belly and squeezed her flesh.

Finally, several long moments later, they broke, gasping for breath. I was hard and my pyjama was tenetd.

Maa saw that and bit her lips.

“He’s certainly impatient today,” she murmured as I gently kissed her again.

“He’s had to wait four days,” he grumbled. “He’s ready to go.”

“Well tonight he can” she giggled and started undoing her ornaments.

“The jewels look great on you Ma” I murmured watching her.

“So should I leave them on” She teased keeping away her chains and undoing her other ornaments.

“keep some” I suggested.

“What about my saree” she asked.

“Oh Ma…… I think you’re just trying to stall,” I complained and caught her hand. I pulled her to me and we kissed hard. We tried to removed her saree and she stopped me

“Let me darling” she told me, moving over to foot of the bed and un pinned her saree.

“Do you think I am pretty Raj” she asked as she removed her saree from her pallu.

“Oh Ma – your are the best, I mean it, I have always found you sexy, so so sexy” I said taking in the beauty of her – with the saree gone she was clad in a red blouse and matching petti coat. Her bosom was so sexy heaving in anticipation for me.

“And I have seen it in your eyes that you like these” she teased caressing her bosom and slowly un doing the hooks.

“Oh yes Maa, I have always” I groaned as she peeled off her blouse. She was wearing a sexy lacy pink brassiere which could hardly contain her huge mammaries.

Maa pulled the string and stepped out of her petty-coat. Clad in her bra and matching pink panties she looked so sexy that Raj just stared at her with pure lust.

I got up and my mother came towards me. She was in front of me and I could see the dark shadow of her nipples, the light sheen of sweat on her smooth alabaster skin. I just drank her in. She moved closed and I embraced her. I felt her body her semi nakedness against me.

I kissed her passionately, and she kissed me back. My hands roamed over her naked back side marveling at the smooth feel of her flesh. My hands came down and cupped her buttocks tentatively. She kissed me harder and I squeezed harder.

She pushed me off and undid the buttons of my Kurta. I took it off and she pulled off my vest. I felt good as my mother looked at my firm body with love and lust. “You look so good my Raj” she murmured giving me a kiss on my chest. My hands came down and rested on the protrusion of my pyjama. With a smile she pulled the strings off, and I removed my pyjama stumbling in hurry.

She smiled and looked at me – standing in front of her with his underwear tented obscenely. She murmured “Show me and I will show you”

I removed my underwear, and groaned as I saw her reaching back to remover her bra. In a swift motion she removed her brassiere and then bent down and pulled of her panties.

Mother and son were naked. She opened her arms and I went to her taking in her raw sexuality, her heaving tits, the deep navel, and her sex, covered with curly back hair.

She slowly moved closed rubbing her erect nipples on my chest. I groaned as she pressed her to me. My arms went around her and we came together naked.

I could not believe how good her body felt. It was soft, silky and I was in heaven. Holding the perfect round cheeks of her beautiful ass cupped in my hands, I pulled her against me as I pushed my steel-hard cock against her soft, pliant belly. As I did, she thrust her big, soft breasts against my chest, burning holes into it with her rock-hard nipples.

Maa kissed me hard and moved back to the bed.

“Mother, I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” I groaned as she lay on her back, her legs spread, waiting for me.

With her lovely charms spread out before me in all our splendor, I knew I would have to struggle to keep from coming the moment I touched her.

I crawled on to the bed, and kissed her forehead, and moved down to her lips, she took my hands while we kissed. She broke the kiss and whispered. “You don’t have to ask now darling, I am your woman, love me, love my body” she kept his right hand on her left breast. I nodded.

I kissed her neck and she arched her back. Both my hands covered her breasts. I marveled at their size and my fingers found her nipples. I bent down and kissed above her chest, moved down to her cleavage.

Maa groaned as she felt her son kissing her breasts. I was soon un controllable kissing her breasts all over, licking her once and seeing her positive reaction licking her all over and finally over her nipples.

I was in heaven – this was one of my best fantasizes, I loved her breasts, and when my lips closed over her nipples I looked up at her.

‘Yes baby” she whimpered with tears of joy. I sucked her slowly at first and then with passion. It was so erotic, I wanted more and more. I alternated between her breasts kissing and sucking, my tongue lashing at her nipples again and again.

Maa was wet and in a sensual trance at the onslaught of her son on her body. Her vagina was wet and she wanted me, she wanted more than just loving of her breasts. She wanted her son in her.

She pushed me off slowly. “Oh Raj…you are so good baby” she told me looking at my wet face “you like them so much? Beta”

“Yes Ma, they are so, so good, it was so nice to ” I told her bending down to suck her again.

Maa laughed and her hands held my penis. “I can see that” she sighed. My cock throbbed as she squeezed. I looked at her with love and lust and longing. I wanted her.

She reached under the pillows and brought out the condom. I groaned. “Oh Ma, can we, I mean we….”

She laughed and scooted over to me and put the condom over my penis. “Yes dear, why did we get married for? Don’t tell me you are afraid to go ahead” she teased

I groaned as she lied down opening her legs. I saw her then in all her glory, the wet lips of her vagina opening as she spread her thighs.

“Come-…come to Mother. Come to your new wife and make her happy again,” she softly said, holding her arms out to me, inviting me down into the treasure waiting between her outstretched legs. “Ma is wet and ready for you my Beta, my love”

“God!” I groaned out, crawling up onto the bed and up between her legs.

Staring down at her big tits, I watched us jiggle softly as she reached down and grasped my cock. Then I slowly eased down into the middle of the M formed by her lovely, spread legs. Gently, with the tips of her fingers, she guided the rounded tip of my cock down into the hot socket that lay at the very bottom of her pussy. I told myself, this is what I wanted always, I was going to make love to her.

I groaned with pleasure as I felt her pussy welcoming me. It was un-believable she was hot and pliant, but her lips held on to me like a sheath. “Slowly Raj, its been long since Ma did this, and you are so much bigger than your Papa”

Our eyes bore into each other – as I entered her. Maaa let out a loud whimper as her lips stretched and accepted me. I stopped afraid that I had hurt her. “Ma, aaaaah, are u uh ok”

She smiled at me and left my buttocks, “Yes baby, I am, it feels so good baby, it feels so good mmmmmmmm”

I was living the moment to the fullest. I felt pride, love, and pure lust for the woman under me, my mother now my lover.

“We both need this, baby” she murmured as he slowly fed my cock down into the warm depths of her clutching cunt. “Your new wife likes your manhood”

“You just tell me what my wife likes,” I smiled down at her as our bellies gently nudged up against each other. “And I’ll do whatever my dear, sweet wife tells me.”

“Then make love to me” she goaded me thrusting her hips out.

Slowly, lovingly I began to work my big cock in and out of the tight, velvet-lined sheath of her cunt.

Squeezing her thighs against me, she let my hips rub up against the slippery smoothness of her thighs as I pistoned my cock in and out of her. I had never imagined that a woman’s pussy would be so hot, so tight, and so unbelievably wet. I couldn’t believe it was the same pussy that my big head had came out through when I was born. How could such a wondrously tight opening allow that and still be tight enough to bring a man such pleasure? It was another miracle of womanhood…

Locking my elbows, I stared down at my mother as she looked back up at me with love pouring up out of her sultry, black eyes. Bringing my eyes down, I watched her big tits slowly undulating up and down in rhythm with our slow fucking. Moving my eyes down further, I giddily watched my big cock, glistening wetly with my mother’s juices as it slid in and out of her hot pussy. It seemed to me that our bodies were a perfect match, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Spreading her legs wider, she dug her heels down into the mattress and tilted her pussy up, letting me slide even deeper into the squishy depths of her pussy.

Using her legs, she hunched up at me every time I drove my cock into her, making wet slapping sounds when our bodies met.

My mother, my wife, my soul mate, I thought as I picked up the pace a notch. Still watching the thick, juice-slathered shaft of my cock sliding in and out of the wetness between her legs, I bent down and kissed her with passion.

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“Faster, honey, faster,” she mewed out, grabbing me by the hips, pushing and pulling on me to make me fuck her faster. “Ma needs to come.”

“Make…Ma ..come,” I grunted out, moving my hips back and forth faster and faster as I drove my cock down into the clutching heat of her cunt. “Make-my-wife-come.”

Now her tits were sloshing up and down wildly as I hammered my cock into her and she thrust herself back up at me. Our groins were covered with hot, sticky pussy-juice as her cunt spewed it out in gushes. I couldn’t believe there was so much of the goo as our bodies churned the gooey mess into frothy white gunk. Wonder what it tastes like, I dizzily asked myself, pumping my cock into her harder and harder? I’ll find out as soon as I come. I’ll eat her out and lick it all off her beautiful pussy.

Then I felt her sharp fingernails dig into my hips as she jerked me down into her as deep as I would go.

“MyyyDDarrrlinnnggggg,” she groaned out as her hips began to quiver and shake. Her muscles straining, she dug in her heels and pushed herself against me as she writhed through her orgasm.

I watched her face contort into a mask of agony, drool running out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek. Eyes rolled back into her head, she grunted softly as she humped her pussy up at me and clutched at my buried prick. I could feel the hot juice spewing out of her pussy as it dripped down onto my froth-covered balls dangling down below me. Her breasts were trembling and quivering, her big nipples so swollen and hard, they looked like they were about to burst. On and on it went for her, as I felt every wave of pleasure wash through her cunt making it clutch at me.

So this is love, I giddily told myself. Not Mother-son love. This was the real thing. Man-woman love. This was the love a man felt for his woman, not his mother. She was my woman now…

Finally, with one last choking gasp, she began to soften and give way, easing her butt back down onto the mattress. Withdrawing her claws from my hips, she looked up at me trying to make her eyes refocus.

“That…that…was unbelievable, never like that before…never,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath again as another dribble of spit trickled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek.

“Oh Ma…. I love you…. I’m so glad I can make you happy now,” I murmured looking at her. “It makes me feel so good to make you come.”

“I don’t recall ever feeling this happy,” she said, smiling up at me with love pouring up from her eyes. “Never…ever.”

“I’m glad,” I said, leaning down and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

Finally, I lifted my lips from hers and began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her sopping pussy once again.

“Wait…wait,” she murmured, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me away. “Let…let me do you now.”

Grinning down at her, I eased my dripping cock back out of the juicy hole between her legs. With my cock jutting out wet, stiff, and hard, I crawled over her leg and flopped over onto my back.

She quickly struggled up to her hands and knees, her big tits wiggling down below her as she straddled me. Leaning over me, she reached back down between her thighs and grabbed my big cock. Pulling it up, she slowly dropped her hips, settling her dripping pussy down onto the head of my jutting cock. Staring down at me, she eased her pussy down, consuming my entire cock with its steamy core.

Then she began making little grunting sounds as she jerked her hips back and forth, impaling herself on my thick, hard cock.

my goo-covered cock sloshed In and out, in and out of my mother’s wet cunt as I reached up and latched hold of her heaving breasts. Her nipples seemed even harder than before, if that was possible, as they stuck out of the darkened cup of pebbled flesh tipping her tits. Pinching the berry-sized nipples between my fingers and thumbs as her tits quivered and danced , I roughly tweaked and plucked at them. The tip of his mother’s tongue crept out from between her lips as she concentrated on the fucking of my man-sized cock with her hot pussy.

Nuhhhh-nuhhhh-nuhhhh,” she grunted, working her hips back and forth faster and faster as I humped his cock up into her in rhythm with the fucking motion of her hips.

Her pussy was wetly clinging to my cock as it slithered in and out of her clutching cunt, coating it liberally with her hot juices. Her cunt was so slippery and soft, it felt like it was made out of velvet, I thought, thrusting myself up into her harder. Just as before, I could feel her hot juices being squeezed out around my pistoning prick as the hot goo dripped down onto my big balls dangling down between my thighs. It felt like she was pumping it out by the bucketfuls as more and more of it poured out of her, splattering my belly and thighs with the gooey stuff. With her head thrown back, her eyes clenched shut, she was breathing heavily as her beautiful ass slashed back and forth. Her ravenous cunt was consuming my pistoning cock up to the hilt on every lunge.

Then, I saw it mother long, black hair moving with her coming infront of her body partially covering her breasts. She collected them and tied her hair in a quick bun. There wasn’t even a pause in the rocking motion of her hips as she continued to hump her pussy back and forth on my cock. Watching her gorgeous tits quiver and undulate I held on to her soft midriff caressing her body.

I was in an euphoric daze as my mother’s cunt slid back and forth on my stiff prick. I could tell that she was nearing the finish line once again as her muscles were tensing and growing harder.

“Yeah-come-come, Mother-come-come on my cock,” I muttered out, humping my cock up into her pussy as it jerked back and forth.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she muttered out, her hips jerking spasmodically for a few seconds before she lunged backward, impaling herself to the limit on my cock. “Goddddddddddd!”

Holding herself shoved back onto my cock, she began to babble and writhe as her whole body shook. Then she bent down, almost in a fetal position, thrusting her breasts against my chest as she devoured my mouth with hers. Her mouth wide open, her tongue twisting and probing into my mouth, she kissed me with such passion, I thought I was going to explode. I had never been kissed so frantically. It was almost cannibalistic, I feverishly thought as we hungrily kissed. At last, making soft mewing sounds, she lifted her mouth from my spit-slathered lips.

Jerking her hips forward, she pulled her pussy off my jutting cock and quickly rolled off me.

“You…you come…you come in me…please,” she groaned, quickly rolling over onto her back, kicking her legs apart and pulling me down between us.

I quickly moved in until my stiff, juice-drenched cock was in the perfect position to penetrate the dew-covered opening between her legs. Grunting, I lunged forward, thrusting my cock down into the hot depths of her pussy, burying it all the way up to the hilt. Then, like a madman, I began to pound his cock down into her pussy as hard and fast as I could.

Now it was my turn, I deliriously thought. My turn to empty my balls moving in the birthing chamber that lay between her legs.

A spasm of pleasure tore through my cock as it began to pulsate and spurt out its virulent seed deep inside my mother’s womb into the condom. The thick, sperm-filled cream spewed out like water from a broken water main.

The spasms of pleasure continued to jolt through my cock, making it pulsate and spurt until there was nothing left to eject out into her hungry pussy. My mother, my wife, my lover took all I gave and wanted even more as she pulled me down onto her.

Her pussy sucked and pulled on my cock, hungrily milking it, trying to extract every last tali-lashing sperm from it. I had never felt so drained, so empty of essence. She had completely depleted me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down against her. Once again, her open mouth found me and her tongue probed against me as we hungrily kissed, trying to get our fill of each other but failing miserably…

We could never satisfy our need for each other. Our love was too consuming. If only I could become her. Live inside her body and feel what she felt. Then I would know how to please her. Please her and make her life whole again. Then she would never want again. For anything! I would see to it that her every need was fulfilled even before it became a need. I loved her that much…

“Thank you Ma” I murmured, as I climbed out my cock a little subdued after all the action.

“You are welcome my son” she smiled at me still panting from the hot sex.

“I love to watch you come, as much as loved my own cumming” I said lying down near her. “It’s so erotic. Just knowing that I can make it happen for you, is so…so fucking exciting. Making my own Mother come…Wow…what could be more, more, I don’t know…but it’s an awesome feeling.”

“And you have given me the best I ever had, by a big margin my son, now I want to live for you, and love you, there is so much I want to do with you my love, so many things” she said placing her left leg over me a laying her head on my chest.

I caressed my mother my mind already thinking of these things that we will explore.

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