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My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.“O son! She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. 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! You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. 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.She then bites her lip and said,“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now.Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. 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. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck.My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. 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. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. 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 mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton.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…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. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. 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. 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. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. She came to me and said,“From now on I am your wife so call me sushma .ok”Yes my darling sushma. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen.I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight.My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A. My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. 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. This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. My stepbrother vijay and sister mannu were sleeping in the other room. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.