Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
11-03-2012, 03:13 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Mere Dost Bhupi Ne Meri Mom Ko Jungle Mein Choda
Hi readers this is jai pal here with real story of my mom
meri mom bas poocho mat gazab ki raandi hai, uska figure main bata deta hoon Mummae : 40 Kamar : 36 Gaand : 38
Mera ek dost police mein sp hai, uska naam bhupi hai…. Hum dono kaafi kareeb hain aur who jab bhi ghar aata hai mom ke mummae ke taraf badi pyaasi nazar se dekhta hai… aur mom ka response bhi accha hota hai…. Bhupi ka physique bahut accha hai ….. kyonki hum kaafi kareeb hain is liye bahut baar maine uska lund bhi dekha hai toilet karte samay …. Kareeb 8 se 9 inch lambha hoga… aur body bhi acchi hai….Baat tab ki hai jab papa out of station the… mera aur bhupi ka ek common dost hai, uske ke ghar tea party thi is liye mein, meri mom aur, bhupi hum
Teeno bhupi ki red light wali gaadi mein dost ki tea party mein gaye.. party kareeb 7baje finish huee….. hamara ghar kareeb uske ghar se 138 km door hai.. aur beech ka sara area ghane jungle wala hai… hum kareeb uske4 ghar se 7.15 min par nikale….Mom ko pata hai ki kabhi kabhi mein aur bhupi drinks le lete hain….
Kareeb 35 se 40 km drive karne ke baad bhupi bola jai kuch ho jaye….
Maine kaha agar mom permission de de to le lenge..
Mom : no problem, le le enjoyment ke liye… Par kam lena
Bhupi ne bottler nikali aur gaadi roak ke 2 peg banaye…
pehle peg hum ne jaldi le liya.. fir usne doosra peg banaya aur gaadi chalate hum log peene lage aur gap shup bhi karne lage….Bhupi ki nazar baar baar mom ke mummae ki taraf jaa rahi thi… mein samaj gaya ki masti ke mood mein hai….Maine doosra peg bhi jaldi piya aur bhupi ko bola yaar mujko thodi chad gayee hai… par maza aa raha hai…
Bhupi : aur le le yaar fir bahut maza ayega…… bolo na aunti isko lene ko
Mom : jai le lo koi baat nahin kabhi kabhi chalta hai, dost ka kaha maan lo
Mein samaj gaya ki mom bhi bharatpur lutane ke chakar mein hai.
Maine ek peg aur liya,, aur mom ko bola mom aap age aa jao mein peeche ki seat pe aaram se piyoonga aur sone bhi jaoonga
Mom age ki seat pe aa gayee aur mein peeche bath gaya thodi daer mein maine sone ka drama kiya…
mein bhupi ko bola yaar mein sone laga hoon aur mujko disturb mat karana….
Bhupi bola no problem.
Fir mein sone ka drama karne laga.. aur unki baaten sunana laga
Bhupi : aunti badi sexy aur smart lag rahi ho
Mom : thanx tum bhi kam nahin ho,,, asli mard lagte ho. bhupi tum shaadi kyon nahin karte
Bhupi : aunti double minded hoon
Mom : means
Bhupi : soch raha hoon ki kissi shadi shuda aurat se shadi karoonn… ya kuwari ladki se
Aunti app ki dekh ke lagta hai ki aurat se shadi karni chayaee…
Mom : thanx for compliment
Bhupi ; auntie ek baat kahoon.
Mom : hain bolo
Bhupi : aap ke doodh ke drum bahut bade hain
Mom : hain shadi ke baad drum ban jate hain pehle to katorae hote hain
Bhupi : hain aunti doodh nichodane wala malik jo ban jata hai aunti thoda sa doodh ke drum ka upar ka portion to dikhao
Mom : mood mein lagte ho…. Aur mom ne saree ka paloo niche gira diya….
Bhupi : aunti drum to doodh se bhare pade hain inka doodh to khali karna padega nahin to fat jayenge drum
Fir who ek haath se driving karne laga aur doosare haath usne mom ke blouse ke andhar daal diya aur mom ke ras se bhare hue aam dabane laga aunti aam bahar nikalo na blouse mein theek se haath nahin jar aha….. uska itna kahte hi mom ne meri taraf peeche ke seat par dekha aur fir apna ek right side wala aam (mumma) blouse ke bahar nikala. Sara ka sara right side ka blouse mom kea am ke neeche sama gaya….
Bhupi : aunti uncle to khoob maza lete honge in aamon ka
Mom : uncle to ras choosate nahin haan hafte mein ek baar daba dete hain
Bhupi : aunti agar aap meri biwi hoti na to mein din raat aap ke aam choos choos ke nichod deta….
Mom : abhi nichod lo na…
Aur who mom ka mumma zor zor se dabane laga…. Mom mast ho gaye thodi der baad mom ne doosra mumma bhi blouse ke bahar nikaala aur upar paloo daal diya Mom ke dono mummae ab headlight ki tarah dikhayee pad rahe the who mom ke mummae daba raha tha aur mom uska lund pant ke bahar se masalane lagii
Bhupi : aunti bahar nikalo na is ko zip khol ke
Mom ne zip kholi aur uska lund bahar nikala…
Mom : uffffffff kitna bada saamp hai.yeh to bhut zahereela hoga
Bupi : aunti bill bhi to bada hai….
fir usne mom ko sari upar uthane ko bola…. Mom ne sari thodi upar ki… usne haath andhar daala aur Wowwwwww aunti kya bageecha hai…….sair karvao na mujko…
Mom : Yeh tourist place to khuli hai tum sair karne wale banooo…
Bhupi : hmmmm auntiiiii….mera saamp to andhar jane ke liye bekraar hai.
Mom : mere garden ka darwaza bhi khula hai par peeche ka security guard ka kya Karen …
Mein samaj gaya ki mom apni tunnel mein gadi ghusane ko tadap rahi hai…. Isliye maine thodi daer baad soye hue hi kaha…
bhupi gadi rook mein thodi der acchi tarah se loon hilti gaadi mein ulti aa rahi hai…
bhupi ne thodi age ja ke main road ke side mein ek sun saan kacchi road pe laga di aur bola "so jao.. ab adhe ghante baad chalange"
Maine kaha ok…. Bhupi bola aunti chalo bahar tazi hava lete hain…
Aur fir who ghumate ghumte thodi ghane trees ki taraf chale gaye ab maine bhi car kholi aur doosare taraf se theek unse koi 5 mtr ki doori pe ek bade paed ke peeche khada ho gaya….. paed (tree) itna bada tha ki mein unko dikhayee nahin pad raha tha par who nazar aa rahe the…jab maine dekha who dono ek doosare ko smooch kar rahe the aur mom ke dono mummae blouse ke bahar latak rahe the….. aur bhupi daba raha tha…
Bhupi : aunti ab maza aya tumahare drum nichodane ka.
Gadi mein to flying squad baitha hua tha isliye maza nahin aaya who ek mumme choos raha tha aur doosra daba raha tha…. Mom uska lund hila rahi thi
Mom : man karta hai ki yeh saamp meri gufa mein hi rahega
fir mom ne uska lund apne muh mein dala aur choosane lagiii…aur who mom kee sari ke andar haath daal ke mom ke garden ko sehla raha tha… fir mom dono taange khol ke khadi ho gayee aur who mom ke saari mein muh daal ke mom ke garden ko chaatne laga….Mom apne haath se apne aamon (mummae) ko daba rahi thi
Mom : aab jaldi se meri gufa mein apna saamp dalo na… security wala (mere liye) jag na jaye
Bhupi : aunti apne engine ke upar se saari ka bopnnel to uthao…
Mom ne bina deri kiye apni saari upar uthayee aur apni kaachi utaar dee…. Aur fir apne dono haath paed (tree )ke saath laga ke jhuk gayee aur ek taang paas pade pathar pa rakh dee.
Mom ke dono aam latak rahe the… aur fir bhupi ne mom ke peeche se apna saamp andhar daal diya…..
bhupi : mmmm.uffffff….. meri jaan …. Aissi choot. Ufffffffff reeeeee
Mom : Dhaka zor se lagao na …. Guffa gahri (deep) hai saamp ka head last tak lagna chayaee
Fir bhupi tez aur zor se mom ko jatka maarne laga Tapa tap tap tak.. pach.. puch ki awaazein aa rahi thiiii Fir bhupi ne apna saamp mom ki gufa se bahar nikala aur mom ko thoda aur jukne ko bola Mom thodi aur jhuki .. ab mom ki safed haathni (female elephant) jaissi gaand saaf nazar aa rahi thi.. bhupi ne dono taraf se mom ki gand ko side kiya aur mom ki gaand ke hole pet hook daali Aur fir usne mom ki dicky mein apna sara saaman daal diya… mom hmmmfffufff
Mom : mera to paani nikalane wala hai… jaldi peeche se nikalo aur aage engine mein dalo…
fir usne apna lund mom ki gaand se bahar nikala….. aur mom ko bola Aunti mein pathar par bath jata hoon aap upar se jatka maaro Mom ne aisa hi kiya Who pathar par bath gaya aur mom ne uska lund apne hath se pakad ke apni choot ke tarf seedha kar ke us pe bath gayee aur zor zor se jatka maarne lagiii mom ke mummae upaar neeche ho rahe the Aur uske muh pe lag rahe the Achanak mom ki uthak bathak tez ho gayee aur fir mom ne us ko kas ke pakad liya fir mom uske lund se uthi aur uska lund pakad ke muth maarne laagi
Who bola "aunti plz mera hone wala hai aap kutiya bano na mein aap ki gaand ke upar apna ras daloonga…"
mom kutiya ban gayee aur fir usne thook laga ke mom ki gtaand mein daal aur 5 se 10 stroke maarne ke baad apna lund bahar nikal ke usne sara paani mom ki bhari barkam gaand pe daala
Mom ki sari gand uske paani se bhar gaye…
Mom : yeh kya sara sumandar ka paani issi pipe mein tha kya
Fir mom ne rumaal nikala aur apna haath peeche karke gaand ko saaf kiya…… itna dekhne ke baad mein jaldi se gadi mein aa ke late gaya…. Aur thodi daer baad who jab aye to kafi khush lag rahe the….
Bhupi : aunti kabhi kabhi aissi sair karva diya karo na garden ke….
Mom : tera tourist to bahut intresting hai aa jaya karoo
Bas fir mein utha gaya aur hum baatein karte k
11-03-2012, 03:13 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Mere Dost Atish ki Mummy
Hi friends mera naam prem hai is site pe yeh meri pehli story hai jo mai aapko batane ja raha hu yeh meri real story hai to ab story pe aata hu mera ek dost hai atish wo mera class met hai mai kabi uske gar nhi gaya tha magar ek din usne mujhe apne yaha bulaya actually hamara exam tha maths ka aur meri maths kaafi achi hai isliye mai uske gar gaya gar ja der tak padne ke baad hum buri trah ub chuke the hamara man tab adult movie dekhne ka kiya waise exam mai adult movie
Dekhna thoda relax kar deta hai usme ek sexy aunty ko ek young ladka chod raha tha tab usne kaha yaar mera be man kissi aunty ko chodne ka kar raha hai hamara papu fan fana raha tha kabu se bhar ho raha tha tab maine kaha yaar mai jugad kar sakta hu magar tu bura maan jayega tab usne kaha nhi manu ga bata maine kaha pehle apni maa ki kasam kaah usne kaha chal acha hai maa ki kasam khata hu buta nhi manuga ab bata maine kaha yaar teri mummy badu sexy hot
Usko le sakte hai wo gusse se bat gaya aur kehne laga yeh kya keh raha hai tu maine kaha tune kasam kahai thi ki bura nhi manega to ab kyu maan raha hai wo bola tune baat hi aisi ki hai tab maine kaha yaar teri mummy ka divorce 6 saal pehle ho chuka tab se unki life mai koi nhi hai yaar hum to unki bejan jindagi mai pyar ki rang hi to bhar rahe hai bola magar wo meri maa hai maine kaha har aurat hoti hai kissi ki maa kya tune apne ek dost himanshu ki maa ko nhi choda
Tha tab wo bola chal thick magar maa ko kaise razi karenge maine kaha yeh mujh par chod de bus tu maa ko kissi bhane se bula usne mummy ko tea ke bhane se bulaya tab maine apne oent ki jib thodi khol de jisse mera lund thoda dikhne laga maine lund ko kadak tight kar liya tha lisliye wo pent se bhar aane ki khosish kar raha tha atish maa ka naam rani hai aur wo 40 saal ki hai jayada sexy to nhi magar achi hai jab rani aunty tea lekar aayi to anone mera lund dekh liya jo
Thoda dikh raha tha achanak wo tea rakh kar apne kamre mai chali gayi hamne soch ki sayad wo bura maan gayi isliye hamne kuch nhi kiya thodi der baar hamne unke kamre ke hole se dekhta to wo apni chut mai power ka dibba daalne ki khosish kar rahi thi maine phir apne dost se kaha dekha aunty ko kitne hamari jarurat hai usne kaha thich magar aage ka to plane bata maine usse plane bataya uske hisab se wo thodi der bahar chala gaya tab maine plane ke aunsar toilet chala
Gaya aur aise awaaj nikali mano mai fisalkar bhose ho gaya aunty turant toilet mai aayi aur mujhe nanga bhosh dekha phir unone mujhe kissi trah uthakar apne room mai le gayi mai behosi ka natak kar sab dekh raha tha achnak mujhe apne lund par kuch mehsoos hua aur mera badan mai sansanahat hone lagi mujhe pata tha ki aunty mera lund chu rahi hai maine ek dum se hosh mai aane ka natak kiya tab mera lund aunty ke hath mai tha aunty choki aur boli mai dekh rahi
Thi ki kahi waha pe chot to nhi aayi maine be kaha aunty mujhe waha kuch dard ho raha hai aunty be ishara samaj gayi aur boli kaha maine nichi kaha unone mere lund ko pakad kar uski khal ko uper niche kar ke dekha mai tab siskiya le raha tha maine kaha aunty apke hath mai to jadu hai dard bilkul gayab ho gaya wo boli acha unone bola beta kaya mai isse thodi der tak hath mai le lu maine kaha aunty why not aur anone phir mere lund se kahlna sure kar diya thodi der
Baad unone usse muh mai lene lagi maine kaha aunty yeh kya kar rahi ho wo bolo jayda bola mat ban mujhe pata tu mujhe chodna chahta hai tab hum dono ek dusre ko kiss karne lage maine unke hotho ko chuma that my first kiss bohat maza aaya uske baad maine unke boobs muh mai liye aur suck karne laga wo karah raha thi aur bol rahi thi pi beta jitna chahe utna pi itne mai plane ke aunsar atish kamre mai aa gaya aur hum dono ko dekh liya aunty gabra gayi aur dar maine kaha darne ki koi baat nhi yeh aapko chodna chahta hai aunty boli magar yeh mera beta
Hai aur atish ne kaha to kya hua iss waqt hum tino sirf sex partners hai aur kuch phir wo b maan gayi atish b apni mom ke boobs suck karne laga hum tine nange the maine tab aunty ko lita kar unki chut mai apna lund nikal diya aur undhar bhar karne laga aunty dard se uuuu karne lagi atish ne b unke muh mai lund de diya phir atish unki chut marne laga hum bari bari unki chut marne lage phir maine aunty ki gand dekhi wo moti thi mera man unki gand marne ka kiya
Maine unse kaha aunty mujhe appki gand marni hai wo razi ho gayi maine phar se lund nikal kar unki gand mai jor se dkhakka lagaya wo chila padi bolo dhire se phir mai dhire se unki gand marne laga thodi tab kuch der baad mujhe susu lag lagai tab mai toilet chala gaya jab mai toilet se wapas aaya to dekha ki atish aunty ki gand chat raha tha maine kaha yeh kya kar raha hai wo bola yaar bohat testi hai tu b chat maine kaha yeh kaafi dirti hai wo bola mom clean hai aa na tab
Maine uski baat maan kar unki gand pe halka sa chuma diya it was very nice mujhe acha laga dhire dhire mai unki gand chatne laga maine apni jaban unki gand ke chet mai de di tab aunty ne kaha beta tum dono b ek dusre ki gand maro na waise humne kai baar ek dusare ki gand mari thi hum ek dusre ki gand marne lage kabi mai kabi wo bohat maza aaya tab se hum tino issi trah chudai ka anand le rahe hai agar meri story aapko pasand aayi to mujhe jaroor mail karna
11-03-2012, 03:13 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Maa Beta Rajaai ke Ander
Hi everybody.. . Mera naam sameer hai or mai 22 sal ka hu.Mai apni mom ki or meri sex ki kahani batane ja raha hu.meri mom ka naam mamta hai.wo bahut sexy sunder bhare hue badan ki mahila hai.unke boobs bade hai or unka figure 36-32-38 hai ye jab ki baat hai jab meri umar 18 ki thi or meri maa ki 40 saal thi..mere ghar mai mai meri mom or dad hi rahte hai…ab aata hu story pe..
Jab mai 18 ka tha tab se hi mughe apni maa bahut pasand aane lagi thi mai usse kapede badalte hue dekhta tha…….wo mere samne hi peth kar ke kapede badal leti thi….or wo kitchen mai hi ek parda laga ke nahati thi….isiliye maine use nahate hue bhi dekha tha….ase hi ek saal beet gaya mai uske bade boobs or nipples ko soch soch kar muth marta tha…..kya mast thi uski chuchiya….phir maine notice kiya ki meri maa bhi jaan gayi hai ki mai use nanga dekhne ki koshish karta hu…..par usne mughse kuch nahi kaha…
Phir ek din uski peth(back) mai khujli ho rahi thi toh unhone mughe kaha ki powder laga de….unhone goun pahana tha or ander bra panty thi…maine unke goun mai mai uper se hath dal kar powder lagana start kiya….kya chikni peth thi mera lund toh turant khada ho gaya..mai bade aaram aaram se unki peth pe hath mal raha tha…unhe bhi pata chal gaya ki mai unki peth ke pure maze le raha hu….par unhone kuch nahi kaha or maine 10-15 min. tak unki malish ki….phir ja ke muth mara…..kya muth baha tha us din mughe aaj tak yaad hai..
Inhi dino maine notice kiya ki mom mughe apna badan kuch jada dikha rahi hai…..par sab ase hi chalta raha…phir ek din jab winters chal rahe the…meri mom naha ke aayi…unke sexy badan par sirf peticoat or towel tha…peticoat se unhone apne boobs chupa rakhe tha or towel peth par dal rakhi thi…mai so raha tha apni rajayi mai…papa kam par ja chuke the..wo mughe utha ke boli sameer bahut thand(cool) hai mai teri rajayi mai aa rahi hu…..wo mere sath ek rajayi mai bahut bar so jati thi par itne kam kapdo mai pehli bar tha…..maine kaha aa jao…unhone towel hata diya kyounki
Wo gila tha…wo sirf peticoat mai meri rajayi mai aa gayi…wo mere se apni back laga ke let gayi or mere baden ke garmi lene lagi…
maine kaha mom app toh bahut thandi ho rahi ho…
unhone kaha “haa tabhi toh garmi lene leti hu aaj bahar bahut thand hai….”
maine notice kiya ki letne ke karn unka peticoat gand se upar chala gaya hai..mai unse or chipak gaya or maine apne hath unki gand ke thoda niche rakha or sahlane laga…mom boli tera hath bahut garam ho raha hai…..maine apna hath unki puri gand ke or gangh pe perne laga….kya mulayam mulayam chutad the maa Ke…mera lund khanda ho gaya…
meri mom boli “tera hath se bahut acha lag raha hai kitni garmi aarhi hai…” main hath ferta raha.
maine halka se apna lund bhi mom ko chubaya…par unhone kuch nahi kaha..or phir 10 min bad mom rajayi mai se nikal gayi…maine rajayi mai hi muth mara phir toh kuch din tak yahi hota raha wo roz nahane ke bad peticoat mai meri rajayi mai aa ke sone lagi….par phir bhi meri himmat nahi hui ke mai kuch age bad pata…10-12 din baad meri mom hi age badi sayad unhe lag gaya tha ki mai kuch nahi kar pauga…
Uss din wo peticoat lagbag gila kar kar aayi or rajayi mai aata samay boli… “ye toh gila ho gaya hai isse rajayi bhi gili ho razegi..” or unhone razayi mai jate hue apna peticoat upar se nikal diya….
mughe unki puri back dekhi par boobs nahi…ab wo mere sath thi puri nangi….pichle 10-12 dino mai mai itna hi aage bada tha ki mai ab upar kuch nahi pehnta tha…so uss din bhi mai upar se nanga tha…mom meri taraf apni peth kar ke leti hui thi or mai unke baden pe aaram se hath pher raha tha….or unse chipka hua tha…bahut mazza aa raha tha…par mai mann hi mann apna confidence bada raha tha ki aaj toh pakka choduga…maine apne hath unke boobs par le gaya or unhe bhi sahlane laga…mom kuch nahi boli or aaram se leti rahi…mera confidence or bada maine unke ek chuchi ko kas ke daba diya or unke nipple ko bhi twist kar diya….
mom boli “ aaahhh kya kar raha hai aaram se malish kar
mai: sorry maa…par apki chuchiya bahut mulayam hai…dabane ka mann karta hai…
mom: chuchiya ye tuzze kiske bataya ki inhe chuchiya kahte hai…..
mai: mere dost hai na sachin usne…..
Mom phir kuch nahi boli…..mai phir se unke pure badan par hath pherne laga… or maine apne khade hue lund ki chuban or tez kar di….mom age ko ho gayi or 1 min bad hi rajayi se nikal gayi…nangi jab bahar nikli toh maine unhe age se bhi nanga dekha kya madmast badan tha….
Mai uss din bhi unhe chod nahi paya…….pa maine soch hi liya ki kal mai unhe jaroor choduga… uss raat maine apne boxer ke niche chadi nahi pehni or upar se nanga bhi raha… mom next day bhi rajayi mai aayi par unhone peticoat pehne rakhkha…maine unke badan par hath pherna start kiya…or unka peticoat upar kiya or boobs bhi sahlane laga
Aaj mera lund boxer mai tent baneye hue tha maine apne lund ko ajad kar diya or mom ki gand par ragrne laga….or mom ke boobs sahla raha tha…mom kuch nahi boli.. meri hawas charam par thi…maine khas ke unke boobs daba diye or unhe jor jor se masalne laga…or unse puri tarah se chipak gaya or lund unke do chutar ke bech mai raghr raha tha…
Mom: “aaram se mere ander ghusega kya….” or unhone mera lund apne hath mai leliya or age ho gayi…or boli
mom: “sameer tera ling toh bahut garam ho raha hai.”
mai: “mom app jaisi sex ki devi mere sath ek razayi mai nangi hai garm toh ho hi jayga….”
mom: “kya tu ye garam lund se apni maa ki chut ko bhi garam karega”
mai: “hai mom kyo nahi..”
Ab mom meri taraf mu kar li or maine apna mu unke boobs ke ghusa diya…kya mulayam or chikne the mom ke boobs…or maine unke nipples ko katta or dono hatho se unke boobs ko jor jor se dabane laga……wo mere lund ko sahla rahi thi…maine kaha
Mai: “mom apke boobs kya jordarr hai….kya chikna badan hai apka….”
mom: “ahaaaaaahhhh aaram se kar mai kahi bhagi nahi jarahi hu or ye kahne mai tughe itne din lag gaye mai kab se tere lund ka sapna dekh rahi hu…”
mai: “mai darta tha maa…..apke maann ko derr se samjha…” phir maine rajayi hata di
mom: “razayi kyo hatayi thand hai bahar”
Mai: “mom mai apko nanga dekhan chahata hu…or mera garam lund toh hai hi apko garam rakhne ke liye…”
mom hasi or bed se utar ke khadi ho gayi..or sexy posses dene lagi….kya lag rahi thi itne pas se nanga pehli bar dekh raha tha mai unhe..unki chut clean
shave thi….pink colour ki chut par meri nazr tik gayi…
mom: “apna janam stan dekh raha hai….” or unhone apni tange faila di or apni chuk khol ke dikhane lagi
Mai: “mom app toh bilkul randi ki tarah lag rahi ho”
mom: “tune kab randi ko ase dekh liya”
mai: “maine porn movie mai dekh usme bhi ladkiya ase hi apni chut khol ke dikhati hai strat mai…”
mom: “acha aaj mai bhi toh teri randi hu….aaj tu maderchod banega… maderchod ab dekhta hi rahega ya kuch karega bhi” maa ke muhse galli sun kar mughe or josh chad gaya ab mai pagal ho raha tha… mai unke upar kuda…or paglo ki tarah chumne lag…
Mai: “sali mamta aaj tughe randi bana ke choduga or maine use bed par patak diya…”
mom: “aaaaaaahhhhha aaram se kar…….”
maine phir apna lund unke muh mai diya or baal pakkad ke muh age piche karne laga…
mom: “bhuuhhhhhh…… “ karne lagi.
5 min maine lund unke muh mai hi rakhkha….jab nikala toh mom haf rahi thi Maine bina ruke apna lund unke boobs ke bich mai rakhkha or hatho se boobs ko ekdusre ki taraf dabaya or lund age piche karne laga…mai unkhi thie boobs fuck kar raha tha…mom siskiya le rahithi….or unhone bhi apne hatho se apne boobs dabane lagi…toh maine apne hath hatha liye…..5-7 min boobs fuck karne ke baad mai phir se unke boobs ke chusme or maslne laga
Mom: “are ab lund ander bhi daal de mai tarap rahi hu”
mai: “ander kaha
mom: “smart ban raha hai maderchood meri choot ke ander daal….”
or unhone mera lund pakra or apni chut pe lagaya….
mai: “abhi nahi meri rand…….” or mai turant unki tango ke bich mai apna sir legaya or unki chut ko chatne laga or ungli se khujli karne laga….
Mom: “aaaahhhhhhh uuffff..”
3-4 min karne ke baad mom ki siskiya or tej ho gayi….mai samaj gaya mom jhadne wali mai…….or wo jhad bhi gayi… ab mai phir se unki chut chatne laga 4-5 min baad wo phir se josh mai aagayi
Ab maine apne lund ko mom ki chut par rakha or ander ghusana start kiya…….
mom: “aaja mere bete aaja aaaahhhh or ander jor se ghusa……” maine turant pura lund unki chut mai ghusa diya….. or strokes lagane start kar diye….mai unke boobs apne hath se daba raha tha or unhe smooch/kiss bhi kar raha tha..
15-20 min chodne ke baad mai unki choot mai hi jhad gaya…. phir toh mai roz mom ko chodne laga mai unhe har angle se chodta
mai unki gand bhi marta tha…..
Par 8-9month bad mai kuch bore hone laga….chodt time josh toh bahut chadta tha or mazza bhi aata tha par mai apne ap ko kuch kam satisfied mahsus kar raha tha tab maine apni fantasy ko or badaya or wha se ideas soch kar mom ke sath unhe pura kiya….maine apni mom ke sat kya kya or kiya or kaise maine apni fantasy world ko unka use karke reality banaya ye mai apko apni agli story mai batauga or jo koi aunty ya kanya mere
11-03-2012, 03:14 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Aaj mai aapko aaj maa ki tau ji se chudai ki bilkul hi taji kahani sunane jaa raha hu jo aaj raat ki hai.sabse pahle mai aapko maa aur mere tauji ka parichay karadu. meri maa jinki umar chaalish saal hai, ek gori lambi aur sundar aurat hai. tauji bhi jinki umar athatar saal ke hai, lambe aur healthy aur sundar hai.
Mai banglore me akele do room ke flate me rahta hu. meri maa in dino mere paas aayi hui hai. yah kahani aaj raat ki hai. mere tau ji apne kisi kam se yaha aye huye the.raat me jab taau ji mere room pe aaye to maa unko dekh kar bahut khus thi. raat me khana banne ke baad maa ne hamshab log ek saath hi khana khaya. khana khane ke baad mai kuchh der ke baad apne kamare me sone chala gaya. tauji bhi mere kamre me sone ke liye aa gaye.mai jaldi hi so gaya. mai ek ghante ke baad jab achanak jagaa to tauji ko waha bed par na dekh ker mujhe kuchh sak hua. tabhi maine dushre kamare se kuchh awaj suna. mai dhire se dushre kamre ke khidki ke paas gaya.
Waha jakar dekha ki room ki night bulb jal rahi thi, jisse maine maa ko taauji ke paas baitha paya. jab dhyan se dekha to maine paya ki tauji mere maa ki chuchio ko dhire dhire dabaa rahe the.maa ke muh se aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuchaaaaaahhhhhh ki awaaj aa rahi thi. kuchh der ke baad maa bed pe let gayi. maa ne raat me nighty pahan rakha tha. maa ke bed par lette hi tauji ne maa ke nighty ko utha kar kamar ke upar kar diya. maa ne apne kamar ko utha kar unki madad kiya. maa ne niche kuchh bhi nahi pahna tha. nighty ko kamar ke upar karne ke baad taauji maa ke jangh par baith gaye. ab taauji ne apne lund ko nikala. maine jab tauji ke lund ko dekha to samjh gaya ki bahut hi maja ane wala hai. tauji ne maa ke gand ko phaila kar dekha. ab tauji ne apne muh se thuk nikal kar maa ke gand par lagaya. gand me thuk lagane ke baad apne lund par bhi thuk ko lagaya. ab unhone maa ke gaand par lund ko sataya maa ne unke lund ko uska rasta dikaya.
Tauji ne jor se jhatlka maara maa aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh kar ke siski liya tauji maa ke upar let gaye aur apne kamar ko jor se hilane lage. maa bhi siski lekar unke umang ko badha rahi thi. maa ke gaand me pura lund tauji ne thode der me daal diya. lagbhad pandrah minut tak kamar ko hilane ke baad tauji ne apne bij ko maa ke gaand me gira diya. ab tauji ne lund nikal kar room se atached baathroom me peshab karne chale gaye. mai tabtak maa ke gaand ko dekh raha tha. unke aane ke baad maa ne tauji ke lund ko apne muh me lekar chatne lagi. maa ne lund ko kuchh der tak chat kar tauji ko garam kar diya.ab tauji ne maa ko lita kar unke dono jangho ko phailaya aur maa ke chud ko chatne lage maa ne aanke band kar liya. kuchh der tak chatne ke baad tauji ne maa ke chud par pas pade dibe se tel nikal kar chud par lagaya. maa chupchap apne haanth me lund pakad ke sahla rahi thi. maa ke chud me tel lagane ke baad taauji ne maa ke hantheli se apne lund ko lekar usme tel lagaya. tel lagane ke baad tauji ne maa ke chud par jo ki unke lund ke liye bahut chhoti thi sataya. maa ne apni aakhe band kark liya aur apne dono haantho se chud ko phailaya.
Taauji ne apne kamar ko dhire se jhatka diya. maa ke muh se aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ki awaj aai. mai samajh gaya ki unke chud me lund chala gaya tha. kyoki tauji ne pucha ki gaya hai to maa ne ha kah kar jabab diya. ab tauji apne kamar ko hilane ke saath hi maa ke chuchio ko nighty ke bandhan se ajaad kar ke apne hatheliyo ke giraft me leliya. hatheliyo me lene ke baad tauji ne chuchio par tel lagaaya. tel lagane ke baad tauji ne maa ke chuchio ko dono hatheliyo me dabate hue jor se kamar ko jhatka maara to maa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhyyyyyyiaaaaaaaaaa karne lagi. tauji aur jor se jhatke lagane lage tab maa ne kaha ki thoda dhire dhire daliye mai apse bahut chhoti hu. tauji ne maa se kahaa ki tum mujhase jawan ho. ab unka speed dhire dhire badh raha tha. maa ke har siski ko tauji unki masti ki mourning samajh rahe the. maa ke chud me jor jor se jhatke laga rahe the.
Maa ko kuchh der tak jhatke lagane ke baad tauji uthkar baith gaye aur ab baith ke kamar ko hilane lage. maine jab dhyan se dekha to paya ki maa ki chud unke pure lund ko apne andar le rakha tha. ab maa ke komal jhat tauji ke jhant se tauch kar raha tha. tauji ke sath maa bhi maje le kar chuda rahi thi. lagbhag aadhe ghante tak chudai karne ke baad tauji jab maa ke hotho ko chusne ke liye unke hoto per apne hoto se sataya aur chusne lage to mai samajh gaya ki unka lund maa ke chud ke pyash ko apne amrit se bujha raha tha. maa bhi apne hotho ko khul kar chuswa rahi thi. ek taraf tauji maa ke chud me jor jor se jhatke maar rahe the to dusre taref apne dono hatheliyo se unke chuchio ko mashal rahe the to tisre taraf maa ke hotho ko chush rahe the. lagabhag teen minut tak chusne ke baad tauji aur maa sant ho gaye. kuchh der tak maa ke upar lete rahne ke baad tauji uth ke lund nikal kar maa ke bagal me let gaye. maa kuchh der tak lete rahne ke baad jab uth kar kapda pahanne lagi to mai apne bed par chala gaya. tauji bhi uth kar mere bagal me akar so gaye. maa room se nikal kar baath room me gayi. pesab karne ke baad maa apne room me chali gayi.tauji ko aaj subah ghar wapas jana tha. is ke chalte wo subah chale gaye.
Mujhe pura bishwash hai ki ye kahani padhke ap apna bhote mujhe denge.
11-03-2012, 03:14 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Hi all...This is a 100 % real incident happened in my life.
This happened about an year ago in Chennai when I came there to write an examination. It was my mom who accompanied me for the test. Since my dad is working in Germany it was only me and my mom at home. My mom, Susan aged 39, works at a private firm in Kerala. She is such a sexy hot figure that every man wish to fuck atleast once. Of course she had relationships with some men I know which I will tell later. I was just ashamed and afraid to question her though I often heard a lot of her 'adventures' with them.
Coming to the story, we needed to go to Chennai for an examination one day. A close friend of her, named Gopal, aged 28, who is working in the same firm of hers had accompanied us as he know Chennai very well. He was also in good company with me too, and I had known him for over an year. I did hear some rumors associated with my mom and him too, which I ignored.
We had to stay at Chennai for 3 days. He booked a double room at a hotel near the railway station. We reached there on a Saturday evening, as the first exam was on Sunday, and the next ones on Monday and Tuesday. Everything went as usual, I didn't suspect anything too.
Me and my mom slept on bed and him on the floor. My mom compelled me to sleep early at 10 itself as we need to wake up early. I lied on bed, closed my eyes, and at some time later I slept off. Almost an hour or more might have passed, I woke up. I was surprised to find my mom not at the bed. Then I found both of them awake, and are coming from bathroom. (Lights were all switched off, but I could almost see everything very clearly from the bright light coming through the window). Now I smelled something fishy. Yes it was, as I thought, they have already completed a session. They ended up in a passionate kiss (Which itself rose my cock instantaneously) and they both came back and slept at respective positions. I decided to watch it out if anything is happening the next night. Truly I wished there should be something happening.
The next night decided, I didn't sleep. I acted like I have slept. After about 15 minutes I heard some hushy voices of them talking. Yes, Gopal has come near the bed and is doing something, which later I opened my eyes fully and looked. It was the scene of my life- He has lifted my mom's nighty and is sucking, which definitely should be her pussy. She has lifted her legs and has begun slight moans. After bout 10 minutes of doing that, they both shifted to floor. Now I can see everything clearly from the light coming from outside. He continued sucking my mom's pussy for another 10 minutes. By the time they both have undressed themselves. My mom took out his fat hard cock and put it in her mouth. It was a great scene to see my mom sucking someone's cock like a bitch. I didn't move a slight thinking they may know I'm awake. I already was flowing with my juices. They tried 69 position then, and they are sucking each other like dogs. After about an hour of foreplay, I found him mounting his cock into my mom's pussy. They fucked and moaned, this continued for another hour, by the time I had slept off unaware.
This is very important night, as its the last chance to see this heavenly fucking session of my mother Susan. But that night turned out to be a treat for my life. As the previous night, everything at the beginning happened similarly. At about 11.30pm, I heard a slight knock at the door. I was surprised, who could it be, and what will they be doing now. Gopal was fucking my mom in missionary position then. Gopal stood up and went to the door. A tall man came in. I was surprised, it was the manager of that hotel, Mr.Aravind, which Gopal had introduced to me the first day. My cock got rock hard thinking what a slut my mom is. Within a few minutes, as expected, he too began his action. Mom made him nude and sucked his cock for a long time. Gopal fondled and licked her boobs during this time. Then Aravind came down on my mom and began sucking her pussy, while she was sucking Gopal's cock, which I saw him cumming into my mom's mouth soon. Aravind was such a pussy-hungry man that he sucked my mom's pussy dry. Then Aravind laid down and my mom came over him and led his cock slowly into her pussy. I almost cummed though I'm not moving a bit. Suddenly my mom's cellphone rang. Gopal brought the phone to her, and when she looked, I saw her responding in shock. Hesitatingly she attended the call. I was curious to know who it was. Yes, it was my dad calling from Germany, which I came to know from her talk. The most interesting thing was that, even while talking, Aravind's cock was inside her pussy and Gopal was sucking her boobs. Oh man, I cummed by seeing this heavenly scene. I heard a moan of my mom after some time. She has reached her climax. They still hugged and spend together fondling for another 15 minutes. I saw them moving to bathroom.
The next morning when I went to take bath, I saw my mom's panty, and nighty being hung for drying. I suddenly grabbed them and masturbated and cummed on her clothes in the bathroom. What a great feeling it was!
History: Later after several days on enquiring closely about her, I came to know that she has got fucked by atleast ten men near to my home. It included a politician, a businessman, a bus driver, her boss, our neighbour uncle, my friend's dad, and a rikshaw driver. I got more bold and asked about her to 3 of my close friends too. They talked real dirty about her which hardened my cock, and they told they really cherish the wish to fuck my mom someday.
11-03-2012, 03:15 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
When I was younger my mother used to change in front of me. This was obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her room. She even used to ask me to unhook her bra sometimes when she couldn't reach behind her back. I did this until about I was ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away.
Then slowly my mother weaned me off this habit. And I didn't think too much of it. Heck, I didn't even find her attractive when I was a child. But as I started growing up, I started to recall some of those sessions in her bedroom. I remembered getting fascinated about her body - about how different it was from my own and how I wanted to examine it closely. I remembered sneaking peaks at her overgrown pubic hair sticking out from her vaginal area as I stared at her from the side. Now that I am starting to remember, she never really gave me a full frontal view. She was always turned either away from me or at an angle from me. I never really got to see her boobs that clearly either. I wasn't much interested in boobs then. I was just always amazed by the fact that she had hair around her crotch and she didn't have a penis sticking out of it like I did. I wondered what was hidden behind all that hair. This wasn't sexual, just childish curiosity.
My first summer returning from college, I found myself recalling more vividly the time with my mother in those intimate situations. My dad spent his days at work and my sister was taking summer classes at a local community college. So all day I had plenty of chances to get bored and muster up all kinds of thoughts to myself. I would watch my mother walk around tending to house chores and get flashbacks to the times I had seen her body and I wished I could get another peek at it.
My mom is in her mid-40s now. She has a nice petite body which is in surprisingly good shape given her age. Her B-cup tits are firm and still very noticeable. One thing worth knowing about my mother is that she is a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Mostly, she just goes about her business and pays little attention to her appearance.
She was especially affectionate to me that summer. Apparently she still thought I was 10 years old and couldn't handle being away on my own. She coddled me a lot, often volunteering to do my laundry and cook special dishes for me.
Like I mentioned above, my mom was carefree and outgoing. Though very traditional, she never wore a protective scarf around her neck like most Indian ladies do. Apparently, she also never really thought about the fact that her son was now a grown man.
As my mother walked around the house, her hourglass figure was enhanced by the tight long Indian top (kamiz) and lose Indian pajamas (shalwar) she used to wear. Since she never wore the neck scarf (dopatta) around the house, the shape of her boobs was very discernable. They just rose out of her chest and stared at me square in the eye. As I mentioned, it was summertime, so most of her kamiz-es (long Indian shirts) were of thin cotton material. This material hugged her skin and I could see every curve on her body.
Ogling at my mother made me feel embarrassed and dirty at times. I was still very close to her and looked up to her in many ways. She had raised me and my sister well.
But sometimes, I don't know why, I just wanted to be intimate with her again. I didn't necessarily want to have sex with her. I just wanted to be close to her. I don't know what it was. I guess I missed being a child. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't yet mature enough to be on my own.
One Sunday afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV in the living room, when she stood up and headed to the bathroom. This bathroom was connected to the living room.
My sister didn't realize that my mom was in the shower. She just walked up to the bathroom door and opened it. The door flung open. I immediately froze sitting there with my mouth open staring at what was happening. I guess my mom had forgotten to lock the door.
A second later, my sister and I were staring at my mom -- dripping but naked. Between the two seconds that my sister immediately turned around and closed the door, I got a good look at my mom's body. She had soap on her face and her eyes were closed. I caught a nice glimpse of her plump boobs and tightly-wound body. Her lovely curves made a nice shape. I saw her cross her thighs as she yelled at my sister to close the door, which she did immediately.
My sister was now half laughing and half apologizing profusely.
My mom simply said "It's ok, I am sorry I forgot to lock the door."
My sister, who is younger than me, kept laughing. But I was turned on.
A few days later I happened to come home from hanging out early. As I walked in and settled down in the living room, another weird thing happened.
I saw my mother completely naked as she was coming out of the same bathroom. She was kind of hunched over as if she was carrying something heavy, but soon enough she spotted me. She gasped and ran back inside the bathroom.
"I am so sorry I didn't know you were home so early!" She called out as she ran inside the bathroom.
"It's ok." I replied. "What were you doing? Are you ok?"
"Yes. I just got done taking a shower, and I realized I forgot to bring my clothes with me, so I was going to quickly get them."
"Oh okay," I said, still a bit shocked at what had happened. I couldn't think straight. My eyes had gone straight to her hairy crotch and that patch of pubic hair was dancing around my eyes.
"Well... don't just stand there. Can you please get them for me?" She requested.
"OK. Which ones?" I asked, breaking out of my trance, trying to shake the image of her naked body.
"They are on my bed." She told me.
I went and got her long Indian top and lose bottoms from the bed.
"Here you go." I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Thanks," She said as she opened a little crevice, extended her arm and got the clothes from me.
"Okay," I said as I walked away.
I was horny as hell now. I think I might have seen the line of her pussy amidst the tuft of pubic hair which she had growing in her crotch. "Why doesn't she shave?" I thought to myself. I was asking myself this, and many other questions. They were silly questions really. Like I wondered how her crotch smelled. I fantasized about licking it one day. I also fantasized about biting her nipples. I was getting turned on by my own mother. I felt dirty. But I couldn't help it.
"God" I said to myself, frustrated. "Why does this keep happening?"
This was two days in a row that I had seen her buck naked. I was 19 for crying out loud. What was I supposed to do?
I went inside my room and masturbated.
As I mentioned, this was summer. My friends and I had planned a road trip up to Toronto one weekend. I had been gone for 3 days. Throughout this time, I had to regularly check in with my mom -- being as obsessed as she was with her kids, she got worried easily.
When I returned, her joy was a thing to be seen. As soon as I opened the front door and walked in to the house, she came running out of her bedroom.
She caught me in the foyer. Gasping with joy, she engulfed me in a tight embrace.
"Mom!" I said, laughing.
"Oh I am so glad you are here." She said and squeezed me tight.
She wasn't wearing the dopatta (Indian scarf) to cover her chest. Her B sized tits raised from her chest like little hills. She was wearing a padded bra. I felt her lobes of love get buried inside my chest as she squeezed me. I was taller than her. Her arms were wrapped around my chest.
I hugged her back and pressed my chest into hers.
This was a first.
In the past, she had always squeezed me like this and I had never bothered to even move. Those had been mother-son type of hugs. I had never squeezed her back! Maybe when I was 5 but never since adulthood.
"I missed you too," I said affectionately.
"Awww my son," she said giddily as she looked into my eyes, still hugging me tight.
She hadn't noticed that I was feeling her tits press against my chest.
At least 30 seconds had passed by since initial contact. With her boobs burying into my chest, and the sweet smell of her freshly washed hair reaching my nose, I was beginning to get turned on. When I grabbed her back, my hands had landed at her bra buckle. This was a man's embrace to a woman he was attracted to. And sure enough, the physical consequences of my thoughts had now started to make their inevitable appearance.
My cock had slowly moved and in the span of the last 10 seconds, was now erect enough for her to notice. My dick was at her upper crotch level. As it got harder, it rose up and pressed against her upper pussy area.
She immediately realized it was my cock pressing against her crotch as instantaneously as a gazelle senses out an approaching predator.
With a reflex-like jerk action, she pulled her hips back. At first she had a look of disbelief. I wondered how long it would take for her to realize that her son was after all a man. As she let go, she gave me another maternal-type hug -- potentially trying to salvage any affection left over from our initial contact, trying to forget about the last 10 sexual seconds. This time, she loosely hugged me, visibly pulling her crotch back and just rubbing her arm across my back. Then she stepped back, pulled my head towards her and kissed my forehead.
"Let me get you some food," saying this, she smiled affectionately and went to the kitchen.
I think my mother was understandably shocked after feeling my hard-on press up against her pussy. She hadn't hugged me in 3 days. Other than this though, her behavior towards me was normally affectionate. Maybe she was trying to cope with the fact that her little boy was all grown up now -- that he had sexual feelings too -- that he was an adult just like her.
My habit of sleeping in was in its full bloom. Nothing better than staying up all night and then waking up late during summer vacations.
Saturday morning, I decided to sleep in again. I heard my mom calling my name. She had entered my room and was telling me it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon and I should get up.
As I opened my eyes, I saw her standing at the door, waiting for me to get up. God knows what the heck I was dreaming about, but I had a full and raging hard on. And to make things worse, I found myself waking up laying flat on my back. The result?
My cock was making a big tent in my pajamas and the tent was right there, wide open for her to look at.
Almost gasping immediately I turned to one side and asked her to leave.
"I have been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes standing here, but I don't know what you are dreaming of; you don't even hear me." She laughed.
"What?" I asked, embarrassed as hell.
She smiled and walked away. She had dropped a hint that she had seen my erect cock poking through my pants.
Was she staring at my erection? She is too mature, polite and religious for that.
Regardless, I was now up to the brim with sexual energy. I couldn't take it any longer.
That weekend I mostly kept to myself. This physical attraction towards my mother was driving me nuts.
What if I figure out a way to see her naked again? Maybe she will let me. I am her son after all. Would she be angry?
Maybe she won't say anything. Maybe she will shrug it off as another one of my immature acts. A lot was going through my mind. The most important thing was the bond between a mother and son which was banging through my head as I tried to find middle ground between my sexual desires and family sanctity.
During the weekdays, my mom used to take naps throughout the day as she took breaks from household work. I felt like this was a good opportunity for me to find her alone and oblivious. At least I could take a look at her sleep, if not naked ever again. In hindsight, this was really desperate but I obviously didn't care.
Around 2 PM, as she went into her bedroom, I waited in the living room. She would be fast asleep in about half an hour.
Fortunately, as I peeked inside her room, she was indeed passed out and snoring lightly.
"Yes!" I thought to myself. Obviously I was so horny, I hadn't accounted for any reality. The question of 'how I would explain myself if she woke up and saw me staring at her' hadn't even crossed my mind.
Standing inside her bedroom, I watched her sleep. Ten minutes must have passed by as I stripped her naked in my imagination.
I know this was sick. But I was overcome by an uncontrollable urge. An urge which had made me willing to risk destroying any mother-son relationship.
And now here I was, staring at her body -- the object of my desire, the center of my attraction and what an attraction it was. I held tremendous amount of respect for her. It wasn't my intention to ever let that position be affected. I don't even know how animalistic my desire was. All I knew was that I had been fascinated with her body ever since I could recall. All I wanted was a closer look. All I wanted was just to be able to kiss every inch of her body, and lick every part.
Thinking these thoughts, I made a slow move towards her bed. She was dressed in the same Indian long shirt (kamiz) and lose pajamas (shalwar) that I have described throughout this story. The shirt is long, and usually hangs around the knees while the pajamas are very lose and are held up with a waistband.
I got close and watched her sleep. She was sleeping on her left side, facing me, breathing slowly.
I mustered up courage and lifted her shirt -- this was akin to lifting a skirt, only she was wearing a shalwar (the Indian pajamas) underneath. Her crotch was now only covered with her shalwar. Just a thin folded cloth to go...
I could see the waistband sticking out of the shalwar.
All I had to do was loosen the string, pull on it and it would come open. Suddenly she took a deeper breath in her sleep and changed sides.
Her ass was now facing me. There was no way I could have pulled the string now, as I would have to crawl onto her bed to do so.
Disappointed, I retreated. I went back to my room and masturbated thinking of her.
I wasn't deterred by this failure. If anything, I was encouraged by the fact that she hadn't heard me walk in and hadn't felt anything when I lifted her kamiz.
The next morning she came to wake me up as she would normally do. We went through our routines as usual until the afternoon when I saw her walk into the shower. Initially of course I thought nothing of it. Though I wasn't rattled by the previous day's occurring I was just a bit scared about what she must have been thinking.
I was sitting in my living room thinking all this. Pretty soon she came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She was wearing a light shalwar and kameez. The thin cotton material stick to her semi-wet body as I saw her walk to her room drying her hair. The sweet fragrance of her body filled the room. I sniffed and soaked it in.
About ten minutes or so later, I heard her call for me.
"Raja." ... just like she used to.
"Yes?" I answered back.
"Can you please come in and help me buckle this blouse?" I could not believe my ears.
"Yes, be right there."
Shaking, I got up and walked in. I slowly cracked open her half-closed bedroom door.
There she stood with her back towards me, wearing the same thin shalwar that I had seen her walk in with, except that the kamiz (shirt) was off. She was wearing a bra which half hung loose from her boobs.
Hearing me walk in, she turned around and smiled. I returned the smile and walked towards her.
"I can't reach behind my back," she told me.
"Don't worry," I said. "Which hook?"
"The second one"
"Okay," I said as she turned around.
As I moved closer to hook her bra, she straightened her back but looked down and started to untie her shalwar. I let out a small gasp as my hands trembled while trying to grasp her bra straps.
Turns out she was just tightening her shalwar by untying and pulling the strings together. But while doing that, as her shalwar loosened around her waist, I looked down and got a good view of her asscrack extending downwards towards her vagina. I was now extremely hard. Breathing heavily, I murmured,
"Is it done?"
"Yes, it's alright." She replied and turned around.
Then she adjusted her bra right in front of me as I stared at her boobs.
"Thanks but you can leave now."
Smiling shyly. I left the room.
Next afternoon, she went into her room to take a nap at the exact same time.
Today I found her lying on her left side, facing away from me. I could see her butt covered in the shalwar and the kamiz. I repeated my original move of lifting up her shirt, this time from the back. I took it as far up as I could, revealing her shalwar-covered ass, and her bra. If I pulled it further, she would have felt the tug and woken up.
I wanted to see more. So I focused my attention to her front. This time she was sleeping closer to the edge of the bed, so I could reach her front without having to climb the oversized bed.
Fortunately the kamiz wasn't tucked between her legs. I was able to pull it up from the front side too. I raised it as far as I could. Her beautiful plump stomach became visible. Her huge belly button was also there.
But my mind was dominated by images of her hairy crotch. That's all I wanted to see. Breathing heavily, I tugged slowly at the knot of her shalwar and tried to let it fly open.
Just at this moment, she made a slight movement. She was still fast asleep though. Whimpering, I realized she was going to change sides. I stepped back.
To my delight, she turned left and now was laying flat on her back.
Even though the conditions were now perfect, I was still extremely scared. How would I explain myself?
But this wasn't the time to think about all this. I had come this far. If I left now, wouldn't she wake up wondering who opened her shalwar? I was prepared to get kicked out of the house if it came to that.
I had decided to go in.
Grabbing the already loosened knot, I held two ends of the string and pulled them apart from each other, further easing its grip. Even though the knot was now open, since the shalwar was tight around her waist, it was a challenge to pull it down to expose her crotch. I had to do it slowly or she would definitely wake up.
Carefully, I started to widen the opening of the loose pajamas from the front, kind of like a zipper being opened. She hadn't made a sound yet. I pulled the two ends of the shalwar apart from each other, as they parted like beautiful flower petals to expose the treasure underneath.
Her pubic hair was now visible. A few more millimeters and I could be able to see the top part of her cunt.
I couldn't wait. Grunting, I slowly stick my tongue out and lightly licked her pubes. I licked her course hair like a sick dog. Scared, I looked up at her face. Still no movement. She was in deep sleep.
The dilemma was that the shalwar was now at a place where it wouldn't expose any more of her crutch unless it was let go from the bottom - meaning she would have to lift her ass to let go of it.
11-03-2012, 03:15 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Resigning myself to the fact that I was not going to be able to take it off, I slowly proceeded to move my fingers above her shalwar-covered pussy.
I caressed the line of her cunt gently. I massaged and moved my hand from side to side, really feeling the shape of her pussy lips. I now had the stiffest hard on that I had ever experienced. As I caressed her pussy lips with her shalwar on, I sensed some movement in her. Shocked, I paused. I noticed that her snoring had completely stopped.
One part of my mind told me she wouldn't mind. She had stared at my erect cock when I was sleeping. Maybe she wanted this.
But why would she want this? Isn't this really sick? And wouldn't a conservative woman like her be really against this? What would she tell my father?
As this storm of fear and excitement was brewing in my head, I noticed some movement again.
She uttered a muffled grunt and tried to move to her right side in her sleep, but her movement was hampered by the open shalwar which was now locking her thighs, preventing her from turning on her side.
Grunting again, she gave up on the turn but then did a very strange thing...
Continuing to lay flat on her back, she wriggled her ass up a little so as to free up the shalwar fabric from the bottom. My jaw dropped with amazement.
Had she just loosened the shalwar grip? This wasn't the time to think. My caressing of her pussy had definitely turned her on in her sleep and she wanted more.
The shalwar was now free enough that I could pull it down and soon enough her cunt would be visible.
Breathing heavily, I rolled the shalwar further down. I exposed her thick pubic hair, still a little moist from my licking. I started to shiver as I found myself staring at the vision which I had always dreamed of seeing up close.
Her sweet rosy pussy lips were now an inch away from my mouth. I was still trembling, and I remember pausing for just a little bit just to behold this sight. Her pussy was covered with thick hair as it had always been. But now I was living out my fantasy.
I lunged forward and sniffed every inch of her pubic area. Her pussy gave away a musky aroma -- a sweet and appealing smell which made me want to dig my tongue in there. And so I did.
As soon as I made contact with the upper part of her pussy with my tongue, I felt my mother's legs tremble. It was obvious that she was no longer sleeping.
I was either in a heap of trouble or on the verge of winning the lottery.
I peeked up and saw that her eyes were still closed. Sniffing and panting, I poked my tongue out and moved it up and down the line of her pussy. With every thrust of my tongue, I felt her body go into shivers. Slowly, I moved further down. As I lapped at her pussy, and the pubic hair, I felt her legs move apart and giving me way to go in.
I didn't need an invite. I was now lapping at her pussy like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Her cunt was now starting to get wet with her own juices rather than just my saliva.
I licked and sucked every pubic hair. I caressed her milky thighs gently with my fingers as I at her out.
All sorts of emotions were going through my head. I remember getting into an animalistic rage, not caring what was going through her head. I wanted to get mine. I just wanted to fulfill my fantasy of seeing her crotch up close and smelling it and feeling it.
The licking was totally a reflex action. What does a man do when his mouth is an inch away from the sweetest pussy in the world? He goes ahead and gives the pussy what it needs -- sweet and gentle deep love.
I was now tongue fucking her. As my tongue penetrated her pussy hole, I saw her bite her lips and frown with pleasure. Her hips were rhythmically moving with each thrust of my tongue inside her pussy.
After a while, she orgasmed. Her body shuddered and she let out a huge sigh. Though I was still lapping at her pussy, she had stopped moving.
Throughout this encounter, she hadn't opened her eyes once. Nor had she touched me or uttered a single word.
Was this irresponsiveness my cue to leave?
I was horny as hell. I got up from my knees and took off my shirt. Her eyes were still closed. I let my pants drop. I was now standing in just a t-shirt.
My erect dick was now pointing towards her pussy out in the open. She was laying still on her back, legs still spread, pussy still exposed. Her heavy breathing had stopped.
Was she waiting for something? She had made no effort to cover herself up.
Suddenly I noticed her right arm move. She was clearly fumbling around for me. I got closer to her and let her hand touch me. It hit me on my left thigh. She felt around my thigh and slowly oriented herself with where her hand was in my crotch area. Fumbling around, she cupped my balls. I let out a moan.
She slowly moved her way to my cock and gripped it with her hand. I started gyrating my hips as she moved her hand up and down my cock. I saw her left hand move. She was now quickly covering her pussy with the long shirt she was wearing. Quite possibly some shyness had set in but she was clearly horny.
She pumped my cock with her soft, smooth fingers. I lasted about what felt like half a second. I came all over her hand.
She flicked her hand away, uttered a quick whimper and folded on her other side away from me, pretending as if nothing happened.
Euphoric and shocked, I ran out of her room.
She acted normal again the next day and I didn't know how to respond. However, as the day progressed, I felt hornier and hornier.
Around three in the afternoon, I saw her go into the shower. Soon enough she got out and my ears perked up for her call, which I knew was coming.
"Raja, I need help with my blouse again."
I was now shaking with anticipation. After last night's incident she was allowing me back into her room. She was in on it. She wanted it.
I saw her standing in the same position as yesterday -- with her untied bra hanging from her boobs and her back towards me.
Hearing me come in she turned around and smiled as I walked towards her. This time I was hard walking in. My mind did not need any visual motivation. I had been dreaming of licking her pussy again all day.
I walked over to her. She stood still as her bra hung from her tits.
This time, instead of helping her put on the bra, I started to slowly move its straps towards her shoulder as if to remove it. I was fully prepared for an outwardly adverse reaction by her in case she went that way. But as I proceeded, there was no reaction.
Her breathing had now stopped. So had mine.
I leaned my crotch in and let my erect dick touch the back of her ass.
Again, no reaction.
She stood still as my dick rubbed her shalwar.
I proceeded to work on her bra. Her hands were now hanging from her sides. As her bra fell to the ground I put my arms on her shoulders.
She pushed her hips back into my cock and let out a whimper -- her voice was full of desire, but for some reason it seemed like this one she did not want to see fulfilled. It just sounded like she was letting go of something with her cold sigh.
I tightened my grip on her shoulders.
Her hand now reached back and grabbed the tent in my pants. She then pulled my cock towards her ass crack and rammed it in between her butt cheeks. Both she and I were now breathing heavily.
Suddenly whatever she was thinking finally made its way to her lips. As she pushed me back and let go of my dick, she said:
It felt like an hour had passed by as I stood in silence. I was shocked and still.
"This is so wrong. You are so naughty." She finally said it.
Thankfully she didn't sound very serious. By finally speaking, she had broken the heaviness that hung in the air.
"But I like how it tastes," I whined and put my head on the back of her neck.
"No. You want everything," She said quickly, covering her breasts. "When you were younger you always wanted to be breast-fed and now you want this nasty thing. Who does this sort of stuff! You know how dirty it is!"
I stayed behind her. "It is not", I couldn't think of saying anything else.
"You know no one ever did that to me before". She said slowly.
I rested my face on her shoulder and planted a kiss on her neck.
"This is not allowed and it is a sin! I am your mother. I should never have asked you to hook my blouse." She said.
"Then why did you." I smiled.
"Because I didn't know you were so bad".
Saying nothing, I tried to move forward and press my erection into her shalwar-covered ass crack again.
"Your ma is so old now." She moved forward to avoid any contact.
She was now standing a foot or two in front of me, with her back still towards me. Her bra was still on the floor.
"Not to me." I replied.
"You know in our time, and where we come from, no one does that to women. Your dad would never..." She referred to me licking her pussy.
"Don't mention dad right now," I interrupted her.
"No no, listen..." She continued. "I am finding it hard to believe that I let you do it. I can't even look at myself. I can't even imagine seeing any of my parents like that. I can't even think about that, let alone doing anything like you did."
"You are not old," I said quietly, repeating my previous answer.
"Your ma doesn't know how to handle it, Raj." She said in a very serious tone. "Whatever you were doing cannot happen. What if someone had found out? God! I can't even imagine that! And what if Nisha walked in? Did you even think what's going to happen to our family?"
I stood there in silence. My mind was wandering all over the place. I thought back to the previous day when I had licked her cunt and recalled how she had enjoyed it.
"But didn't you like it?"
"I was sleeping." She replied plainly, "Now you won't ever come into my room when I am sleeping, you hear me?"
"Ma, just please don't say anything," I pleaded and got closer to her. "You should have stopped me if you didn't want it."
"You were not going to stop, Raja. You were taken over by something." She said.
"That's not a reason! You didn't even try!" I protested.
"You want me to have tried to do what? You had me nangi (naked in Hindi) before I could even open my eyes."
"You were the one who let the shalwar go from the bottom," I argued.
"No I did not!" Suddenly she turned around, looking into my eyes for the first time throughout this conversation. My referring to her moving up and letting the shalwar go to let me get her naked had struck a nerve. She was clearly denying everything.
Her breasts were now exposed right in front of my eyes. This was the first time we had made eye contact throughout any sexual situation. Although she had clearly turned around in a hostile manner, I saw affection in her eyes. It all seemed like she was resisting something she wanted with a lot of remorse.
She slowly bent down and picked up the bra and proceeded to cover her breasts with it.
"The shalwar was stuck..." I continued to plead my case.
"Chup karo Raja!" She interrupted again. (Shut up Raja!)
"You wanted it, and you lifted yourself up and let it go so I took it down" I countered.
"You are dreaming," She said in a stubborn manner.
"Acha? To phir yeh?" I said, frustrated. (OK, then what about this?) As I said it, I pointed to my dick, referring to her jerking me off.
"Mujhe nahi pata," (I don't know). She said and looked away.
"And you were watching me as I was sleeping that morning too." I continued to argue.
"Every mother knows what her son does in sleep; I have no reason to watch you. I was there to wake you up. And at least I didn't take off your pajamas and got you naked."
"Well, you still touched it yesterday and I saw how you did it." I said.
"You are so shameless Raja. You started everything." She looked up and stared at me.
"Ma, I want you." I pleaded.
She turned around away from me again. She had not put on her top yet.
"You have me."
"You know how I mean it," I whined again. I stepped up and got close to her.
"Raja, I don't know what I did to make you feel this way!" She wondered aloud, ignoring my plea.
"I just always wanted to see..."
"You are so bad, Raja." She said. "No one should think about their mother and this."
"I had always loved how it was so hairy down there." I stepped up to her and said in a whispering tone.
"Chup! (shut up). I never let you see it before!" She tried to shush me. "And it's not hairy!"
I was relieved that the mood was getting a bit less heavy.
"It is too! I always snuck a peek when you used to ask me to help you with your blouse and all I saw was hair."
"You did? I never faced you from the front when you were younger!" She argued.
"Yeah I know you stood sideways and I always tried to find ways for you to turn."
"Besharam!" She scolded me. (You shameless kid). "Now I know why you always hung around my room after you helped me with the blouse."
"I loved it" I giggled out.
We stood there silent for a while. Slowly she spoke,
"Like my hair? ... Besharam (Rascal)... you liked the stupid hair down there? So is that what you kids like to do these days, huh? You like it and then ..." She laughed a bit, then looked down. I caught her hint. She was referring to me going down on her.
"No" I stepped up and hugged her tight. "I just wanted to taste my ma's".
She shook me away gently.
She laughed. "Ganda larka" (You dirty boy!) "You can say whatever you want, you have seen it for the last time and you are not allowed to enter my room when I am sleeping".
"Ma is talking now, Raja. Ok? I noticed how you tied my blouse the last time and didn't leave the room. And then you tried to look down my shalwar when I was tying the knot."
"But this was before..."
"... I know", she interrupted me. "And I know you came into my room the day before and lifted my shirt up too."
Yet she hadn't stopped me! If she knew what I was doing, then what was this sudden rejection about?
"Yet you still asked me to help you with your blouse".
"Yes, I had to see what you wanted. And then I saw you trying to look down my shalwar. And then you came into my room and tried to see it yourself." She laughed as she said this.
I was thoroughly puzzled by her actions. And then it hit me. She wanted me to make all the moves. She clearly baited me into this.
I stepped up to her, hugged her tight and forced myself upon her. She didn't stop me.
"Raja, this is the first and last time..."
I did what I had always dreamed of doing. I put my hand inside of her shalwar and very slowly and sensually moved my fingers towards the upper part of her cunt.
She wasn't going to stop me. At least not this one time.
I took two fingers and moved her down her pussy lips. Her breathing had started to intensify. I bit her neck and she shuddered.
I moved away from her and went behind her, ramming my cock into her shalwar-covered ass crack.
She reached around her back and grabbed my cock again.
"Urgh..." I uttered a grunt and stopped.
Quickly I let go of her tits, and went around her, but all this time my right hand remained inside her shalwar.
She snuck a peek into my eyes and smiled a little, before looking up.
Now I was facing her. She was still looking away. I knelt down and started to undo her shalwar (pajama bottoms). Slowly it wiggled down her hips, revealing the soft tuft of her pubic hair first and then the top of the cunt.
I got a good look at it. I was living my hottest dream. Just like the day before, I was salivating just looking at it.
"Get up," She smiled as she stepped out of her shalwar, lifting me up.
"No I wanna look at it." I smiled back.
She continued to pull me up and I obliged.
Looking away from my eyes she unbuckled my pants. I stepped out of my pants and then she worked on my shirt and underwear.
"This is the last time!" She warned me.
"Ok." I played along.
We were now standing there completely naked, mother and son looking at each other's bodies. I was lusting after her vagina. How I had licked it the day before and how my tongue ached for it again.
"Ma" I whispered.
"Stand sideways..." I said.
"What do you mean?" She asked, curious.
"Stand with your side facing me so I can see your ... hair." I stuttered.
She let out a quick laugh, smiled brightly and obliged. I knelt down and stared at her profile view. She was beautiful. Still perfectly proportioned body, with a tad of fat on her belly after 2 kids of course but she still had that hour glassed figure. Her boobs had gotten perkier as she had matured and they shrank in size. The nipples standing up made up for anything that was lacking. The pubic hair stuck out from the sides, though neatly trimmed.
It seemed like she was gaining satisfaction out of letting me stare at her beautiful body as well. She stepped forward, stepped back. She played a little game of peek-a-boo as she did that, each time giving me a little glimpse of her pussy.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I got up, grabbed her quickly and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed me back. This was pure animal sex between a man and a woman at this point. All taboos, if any remained had been broken.
She was kissing me wildly. Slowly we moved toward the bed where I laid down on top of her. We hadn't stopped kissing. I started to rub my finger on her cunt. She slowly spread her legs wider. She wanted it.
I slowly put a finger inside it and started to rub it gently. She was now moaning.
Getting on top of her, I helped her spread her legs wide. I was about to commit the worst kind of sin, but all I had on my mind was my throbbing cock invading her tuft of pubic hair and fucking her pussy hard.
11-03-2012, 03:15 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
Ek se mera kya hoga maa..!!![incest]
Hema couldn't hold the drops of tears that rolled down her silken cheeks. Manish, her husband was fast asleep after a prolonged business trip to the north. It wasn't easy combating his eyes when she had opened the door for him on his return. Her heart almost broke in shame when he gave her the usual gentle hug moments after he entered the house. He was in no mood for further romance after the tedious train journey. He didn't wait for his favorite lemon tea as he quietly resigned to the bed and began letting out gentle snores within minutes.
Hema always emptied his baggage whenever he returned from his tours. He normally brought a hell lot of clothes to be washed. He was notorious for his utter laziness in general and hence his dirty habit of stuffing his suitcase wasn't ever surprising. However, this time around he had a few things apart from the usual rubbish. There was the nice imported perfume, a pair of glowing bangles, a nice blouse piece and a rich Benares saree with thick borders of crafty handwork. Her conscience began giggling at her after seeing the wonderful gifts her husband had brought for her.
'Does he really deserve to be cheated?' Hema asked herself in absolute disgust. Mani's last tour had changed the transformation of the family quite drastically. Mani had gone on a fortnightly tour to the northern states for promoting the prototype of his hard water processing unit. Hema had got used to his long absence in these 22 years of her marriage and often found lot of time to relax by sleeping most of the time. It wasn't any different this time around till last week when the unexpected happened.
It was a Sunday. Hema was through with her kitchen work and had decided to have a nap before the evening schedule. She was drowned in deep sleep when suddenly she woke up in shock feeling someone breathing hot so close to her face. She froze as her eyes opened. It was Manoj, her 22 year old son whose face was just an inch away from her, with his body pressing hard against her.
"Manoj," Hema muttered in disbelief. Manoj smiled at her and leaned further to plant his lips firmly on hers. Within seconds Hema could comprehend what her son was up to as her hands got in between their chests to push him aside. Manoj did sway a bit before felling on her left side off balanced. Hema sat up and another chill went through her to realize that her nightie buttons have all been undone.
"I have gone mad after seeing your breasts," Manoj spoke shamelessly pinning his eyes on her. "You have a pair of sensational breasts with not even the hint of any sag."
"Shut up," Hema yelled at him. "Mind your language. I am your mother."
"I am lucky," Manoj pounced on her and cupped her breasts with passion.
"This is incest," Hema spoke after pushing away his hands in reflex action. "How did you get such wicked thoughts?"
"I read all of stories," Manoj replied with a smile while his eyes kept probing her nightie exploring her cleavage. "Most of the stories are similar to ours. Fathers keep touring all the time and desperate wives look for sex from their sons."
"Bullshit," Hema snarled at him. "Get out of this room. I am not desperate anyway."
"But I am," Manoj quipped and pulled off his T-shirt. For a moment Hema couldn't help having a look at his broad chest and strong shoulders. She had always felt proud of her handsome son who always looked in good shape although the long hours he spent in the gym made him look a couple of years older than he actually was. This wasn't the ideal occasion for any mother to be proud of her son as his intensions were ulterior to say the least.
"Why don't you fulfill my curiosity?" Manoj whispered as if he was pleading. "I have had hundreds of wet dreams about you. You are sexier than most of the young girls I know. You are my angel and I want to make love to you at least once."
Hema couldn't believe whatever she was hearing. She felt as though her son was pouring a stream of melt iron into his ears as he went about disclosing his secret desires unashamed.
"You can be rest assured," Manoj continued while his eyes kept wandering over his mother's body. "Nobody can know what we do. I know you can't get pregnant either. Let us make the most out of Dad's tour."
"Stop it," Hema screamed at her son. "Stop for God's sake!"
For the first time she could see a ray of fear flashing in Manoj's eyes. 'What did I do to trigger such ugly thoughts in my son's mind?' Hema wondered. While her eyes were spitting aversion, her mind was diving deep into sadness thinking about what would happen to Manoj's future after letting filthy thoughts intrude in his mind so early in his life.
"Ok," Manoj looked like retreating from her. She could see clouds of disappointment looming large on his young face. He inched back from the bed and soon stood on the floor with a sorry look on his face. He sighed before walking towards the door without looking back to see his mother. Just as Hema thought that he would be making his way out, he stopped and turned around to look at her with moist eyes.
"Will you let me do something without touching you?" Manoj asked hesitantly.
Hema was now convinced that her son wasn't completely out of the dirty influence that had conquered him. Her body shook in disgust
"Let me sit and masturbate," Manoj pleaded trying to bring a shade of innocence in his voice. "I will just watch you while I fantasize about you."
Hema's eyes closed instantly hearing what Manoj had just said. His words felt like a hot stream of melt iron speeding inside her ears. Her eyes opened again to spit flames of anger on her horny son while her face went red in fury.
"Just get out of here!" Hema uttered the words with utter contempt. Manoj stood silent for a while before dragging himself out of the room thoroughly dejected. Hema realized that she had no sympathy or compassion for her son after he dared to attempt for the forbidden pleasure. She knew that the aborted sleep could well be the beginning of a crisis in the making between her and her son.
She trembled recollecting the erotic descriptions of Manoj. She had always felt elated hearing compliments from people around her about her looks. At 44 years, she had managed to look pretty although she was less than normal height. She had lost quite a lot of hair of late which somewhat rendered the typical look of a woman in her forties. Her sharp features weren't really the talk of the town although it still made men sigh as they went past her. With reasonably long nipples standing atop a coin sized cherry red areola; she still kept her husband interested in her more often than not. Last but not the least; she had round and firm ass cheeks which had quite a following whenever she ventured out. 'Am I still so sexy to arouse my own son?' She asked herself before alighting from the bed and moving towards the sitting room. It was an odd feeling crossing Manoj's room after whatever transpired between them earlier but she halted for a moment right in front of the door. She could hear strange noises emanating from inside and her heart pumped fast guessing that her son might be very well fantasizing about her. She knew that it wouldn't be difficult to have a peep into her son's room through the ventilator from the staircase. She began walking like a cat on the stair case and made it to the ventilator.
She had guessed alright. Manoj was sitting on the wooden chair with his pant pulled down well below his knees. His eyes were closed and the tip of his tongue could be seen held between his lower and upper teeth. His left hand was holding his long shaft while he used his right palm to caress the tip of his dick passionately. He began motioning his left hand up and down in a gentle speed and as his face swayed either side. Hema's eyes somehow froze on his long meat which stood like a rocket ready to be launched into the space.
She was seeing what normally a mother could never witness in her life; a horny young son trying to please himself after his manifestation of an unreasonable lust had been refused outright. He could be playing with his mother's breasts; teasing her nipples; licking her pussy and perhaps even more. Hema kept watching him without letting her eye lids come in the way and she could feel a thread of sympathy winding around her. Her eyes never wavered from her son and in fact she was beginning to enjoy watching the youngster. His strong shoulders and biceps could tempt any woman. He had dark tender hair spreading all over his chest. She knew that it wouldn't be easy coping up with her son's immense strength if and when his fantasy was ever fulfilled. She suddenly felt a tension building up inside her bra with her nipples hardening like rock. Her breasts bulged inside the captivity making her fear that the hooks could explode anytime. Her hands went downwards to rest in between her legs that were spreading wider. She was loosing.
She took a few leaps down the stairs reaching to Manoj's room. She tapped the door lock gently brushing aside her momentary hesitation. She wanted the door open at once and it certainly did. It took a while for Manoj to open the door and understandably so. His face was full of surprise to see his mother standing outside.
"I thought of helping you," Hema smiled at her son who was looking immensely perplexed.
Manoj went speechless for a moment. His excitement became evident in his eyes after hearing what she said. Hema moved in, closed the door and pulled off her nightie in a flash. Manoj's eyes widened to see his angel standing nude to the hilt in front of him. His dick enlarged instantly and he wasted no time in taking off his pants.
"This should be the first and the last," Hema sounded firm. "You will leave me alone after it is over."
Manoj sprung on her to give her a tight hug. His dick pressed hard against her sexy triangle. She had to close her eyes unable to bear the feel of her son's dick teasing against her womanhood. Manoj went behind her pushing his body against her back. His dick was hitting beneath her ass cheeks while his eager hands reached through her armpits towards her breasts. His hands shivered as they began caressing her well shaped breasts.
"They feel like cushion," Manoj whispered into her ears. His lips pressed just beneath her ears sending a teasing sensation all over her nerves. His tongue lashed at the back of her neck a few times while his hands stopped trembling and gripped her breasts harder. Hema hissed as her son's palm brushed against her erect nipples. Manoj kissed her on either side of her shoulders before pushing her forward suggesting that they should go to the bed. Hema was pushed down onto the bed. Her eyes stayed wide open seeing how hard and long his dick had become. Manoj kept browsing all over her body moistening his lips with his tongue. He soon descended on her and let his lips wander all over her body in passion. Hema hummed feeling his lips brushing her soft skin on her throat, neck and shoulders. She knew that her son could be a hesitant starter and he could soon be pouncing on her breasts like a starving animal. There weren't any surprises as Manoj eventually landed on her breasts, fondling and squeezing them. He looked up to see the erotic reaction of his mother every time he tried biting her breasts gently.
"I can't believe this," Manoj murmured holding each one of her breasts in his hands. Hema's humming turned into moaning soon as the eager boy went about exploring all over her body. He buried his face on her stomach, kissing her sexy navel. As his face inched further downwards, Hema held his head as if to stop him.
"You may find that odd to do," Hema cautioned with a smile.
"I don't mind," Manoj replied without lifting his head. "After all there is not going to be another time."
He began moving down towards her pussy. Hema swirled feeling her son's nose brushing against her dense hair. Manoj kept kissing all over the hair blindly before finally his lips landed on her pussy lips. Hema almost sat up. Manoj looked up at her for once before letting his tongue lash around her pussy lips. His eyes kept looking up watching his mother swivel and shudder. His dick was growing like a demon. Hema kept squealing as her loving son let his mouth do some dirty dancing on her pussy. She reached out for his hands and pulled them up until they rested on her breasts again. Manoj soon began relishing the feminine odor of his mother's pussy while his hands were crushing her breasts harder. His tongue ventured inside her pussy, stroking its way by licking the soft tissues. Within seconds, Hema let out a gasp while her juices began flowing through his tongue inside his mouth. Manoj thought for a while before deciding to gulp the fluid.
"Get on top and fuck me," Hema instructed her son.
Manoj was atop her body within a flash. Hema raised her knees, holding her legs apart enough to let her son inside. Manoj's heart pumped faster in thrill seeing his mother exposing her pussy to him. He held his shaft and began searching for her hole beneath the dense bush cover. Eventually Hema had to use her experience in guiding his dick inside her soggy pussy. Manoj felt like screaming 'Eureka' immediately after feeling his dick inside his mother.
"You finally got what you wished," Hema whispered. "Do it now."
Hema looked up at her son whose face was bright with eagerness while moving against her body. It wasn't a really pleasant experience to watch her son with incredible lust getting on top of her body. Hema felt it extremely odd to believe that her first tryst with adultery should be with her own son. While the youngster kept pressing hard against her attempting to let his dick make its way inside her pussy, she thought about her husband for a second. There was still a feel of thrill to be on the bed with another man although it was difficult to come to terms with.
Manoj wasn't thinking about anything. His eyes kept drinking his naked mother while his hands strayed all over her flesh. The intensity of his lust was written all over his face and the expression on his face meant that he had begun enjoying his mother without any fuss about their relationships. He never seemed like gauging what was going through his mother's mind as he kept playing with her body all the time. However, he had succeeded in involving his mother into the act with his continuous foreplay. Minutes later, Hema began feeling like a woman subjected to a classic seduction shredding away any disturbing thoughts. Manoj had managed to wake up the sleeping devil inside his mother as the lady started enjoying her first adventure outside marriage.
It didn't take much time for them to get into a nice momentum. The noise of their naked flesh slapped against each other became louder as moments ticked. Manoj was beginning to be more animated with the motion of his dick driving back and forth. Hema smiled listening to the familiar sound of a hard dick rigging her wet pussy while she squealed gently. She even suspected that Manoj might have had sex before seeing the ruthless way with which he kept pounding her pussy. His dick seemed to be capable of going on and on as it plundered the soft cavity of her pussy. His face was getting rigid as he began picking up the speed and went about ramming his dick deeper and harder into her.
'Yes' Hema kept murmuring, absolutely enjoying herself. She was letting out loud sexy moans as Manoj had managed to gather maximum momentum. Hema had wrapped her legs around her son's waist enabling a steady rigging from his hard dick. Her moans turned into screams as Manoj's dick mercilessly ripped her pussy apart getting deeper and hitting her womb. Manoj was just another man captivated by lust as he kept fucking his mother with absolute disregard. Hema kept staring at the roof and swung her head either sides unable to cope up with the tremendous energy of her young son. Manoj seemed like struggling a bit as he groaned long every now and then but his dick was not relenting anyway. The room was engulfed with noises of their thighs clasping with each other and the atmosphere was magical. Hema was nearing her climax.
Manoj's eyeballs rolled all over as he felt the volcano which was about to erupt. He was getting more excited about the prospects of exploding into his mother's wet cunt as he kept driving his dick harder and faster as he could. Hema had given it up as she screamed dangerously. At one magic second, his dick felt like cracking and released consecutive loads of cum inside her. Amazingly, he went on pumping until his dick had let out the very last drop of the serum inside his mother's pussy. Loud and long gasps followed after the simultaneous climax as they lay hugging each other's wet bodies.
Understandably, it was Manoj who felt like having conquered the heaven as it was evident from his broad smile. It wasn't quite the same with Hema as she struggled to come to terms with the mixed feelings after having given herself to satisfy her son's curiosity. But, according to her the ordeal was over once she had consented to her son's proposal. She was convinced that it would never be repeated. She somehow believed that she could easily forget whatever transpired between her and her son and that she could resume being a typical wife to her husband from then onwards. She never had any clue about the sense of guilt that would take over as the exhausted woman began sleeping in her son's hug.
Manish woke up well after noon and was in a hurry to go out into the city to meet some business associate. Hema wished she had the guts to disclose her husband that she betrayed him when he was absent. She wasn't sure how he would react to know her adventures with their son. She decided to buy some time before revealing the new relationship between her and Manoj. She only hoped that Manoj would never try getting close to her again as they had agreed before their intercourse.
"Hey mom," Manoj came sprinting down the stairs and hugged her. "Dad has gone out again?"
"Yes..But...," She couldn't complete her sentence as her lips were devoured by Manoj with typical youthful eagerness. Her brief determination crashed like a glass pot and she could hear the noise in her heart
11-03-2012, 03:15 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
incestous relationship between son mother and his aunt..a must read[incest]
She had been sleeping in front of the T.V. So had the others. But they had all felt sleepy at different points in time and gone to bed.
Shobha and Kumar had come visiting to the house of Gopal and Dipti. Gopal was Kumar's they had a nineteen year old son, Ajay. The movie which they had been watching was a murder story but it had some erotic scenes. Ajay, the son had left when a passionate and intense lovemaking scene had come on. Gopal and Dipti, the boy's parents, froze when that scene had come up and the young man had been discreet enough to leave.
The house had all the bedrooms upstairs and ever since they had arrived earlier in the evening no one had gone upstairs. The servants had carried luggage up and Gopal and Kumar had poured drinks. The women drank too, though the family as a whole was kept conservative under the watchful eyes of the parents. The women wore sindoor and mangalsutra and wore sarees in a traditional way, covering their head whenever elders were around. For Shobha, Gopal was an elder, being Kumar's elder brother and she kept her head covered in his presence.
But beyond that, with both Kumar and Gopal moving to larger cities and going to work in large firms, the lifestyle in their own homes was largely liberal; excepting when parents came visiting.
Shobha was a little careful with these niceties because she herself had been brought up in a very cosmopolitan household in Mumbai and was a little unsure of herself around the conservative family; her in-laws were from Jaipur. It was always safer to be cautious.
Dipti was from Delhi and she too had a much wider exposure than the family in to which she married. Both the women had always dressed fashionably when traveling outside their respective hometowns, especially when the parents of the house were not around. However, there was a ten year age difference, Dipti being the elder of the two.
The two women made great company with Dipti using her seniority to get her husband to agree to many of the fashions they preferred while Shobha was the one who was a bit more with it in getting the latest in fashions.
Thus, the sleeveless blouses, worn with push up bras; the more daring backs to the blouses and the liberal use of makeup. However, these liberties were permitted only when a "holiday" was on, as just now. The normal routine day around the house had no such place for such indulgences.
They often talked of the sex lives and here too, they shared common ground. The men were slowing down, had never been very imaginative and the sex was very routine whenever it happened.
But the next generation, epitomized by Dipti's son Ajay was very different. These children had grown up in a much more liberal environment, in India's larger cities. Ajay in fact, used to participate in quite a few sports and was a strapping youth with an agile body. Taut too, as Shobha noticed this time. The boy had grown up and was very soon no longer going to be a boy.
That was obvious when he left the room with the lovemaking scene coming on; the young man knew enough to know when to be discreet.
Ajay had grown up spending many summers in Shobha and Kumar's house. Shobha chachi had bathed him often as a little boy though the last few years he had outgrown that phase. She had now noticed him find and take from Kumar's stash of erotic novels a book every now and then and disappear into his room. She felt a flush of heat as she realized what it might be about but kept quiet. He was after all a normal boy with normal urges.
Shortly after Ajay had left for his room, Gopal and Dipti also made excuses about being tired, even though they had slept rather well in the afternoon after lunch. Shobha suspected what that might be about as she and Dipti exchanged glances. But Dipti kept her eyes low and followed her husband up the stairs.
She did not have a clue on when Kumar left the TV room but when she woke up a while later, it was to the thumping sounds coming from the room above. They had all had a few rounds of drinks so she felt a little heady. No doubt that was at play in the room above where she could hear the sounds of the cot in Gopal and Dipti's room as Gopal pounded into his wife. She was not sure whether they had failed to shut the room door properly or whether the noises were just too loud, but she could hear Dipti's moans as her husband fucked her hard and furiously. "Haanji, haan!, haan! Ui maa, hai... haan, haan" she heard her moaning.
Then she heard the long growling moan from Gopal as he finished his pounding, emptying into his wife. The effect of the movie seemed to have been good on Gopal, thought Shobha as she heard the sounds and imagined how Dipti might have got fucked.
The movie had the man taking the woman from behind; something that she had read about in her college days and seen in a few porn movies but never experienced with her husband. She had often wondered how to broach the subject with him but found it delicate. Sex for them was an activity which was initiated when his body needs exceed his self control. Otherwise both brothers had been brought up to treat sex as necessary for procreation no more.
She pulled her pallo tightly around herself as she felt a shiver at the explicit sound effects that had filled her ears. Had Ajay heard his parents? And Kumar; where was he?
Shobha felt sleepy and decided to head upstairs to bed. Suddenly she realized she was not so familiar with the layout of the rooms upstairs, this being a house to which Gopal had newly shifted. As she came up the stairs, she swayed under the influence of the drinks she had taken earlier. The lovemaking scenes from the movie, the sound effects kept ringing in her ears. At the top of the stairs she encountered a landing area with several doors. Two doors were open and they were not bedrooms. Three rooms had their doors shut, and one of them was the bedroom in which she and Kumar were to stay while there. She wondered which it was.
She felt the effect of alcohol on her as she imagined what would happen if she entered Gopal and Dipti's room. She smiled to herself and swayed a bit. She needed to get to bed quick, but she also felt a stirring in her loins as she felt she could do with a nice hard fucking.
She tried to figure out which might be Dipti's room by trying to visualize where the noises of lovemaking had come from. After taking an educated guess, she opened a particular door just a wee bit and then paused. There was no sound from within. She peered into the room and could make out only one figure on the bed. So it certainly wasn't Gopal and Dipti's room. She slipped in. She directly went to the foot of the bed. She had plans for Kumar tonight.
Raising the sheet over her head she ducked under and moved up between the legs. Soon she was at his hip and she found and undid the pajama cord. The stomach felt a little flatter than usual and she wondered if his attempts at exercise were having the desired effect. She kissed the lower stomach and immediately felt hands on her head. She nuzzled the curls of pubic hair and slowly her lips found the cock in a dormant and shrunken state.
She covered it with her mouth and lips formed an "O" to suck the stub of flesh in and out of her lips. Her eyes opened in amazement at the rapid speed with which the cock filled out. She was used to a much slower response, be it with her hands or her lips. Slowly she moved her head up and down, pleasuring him, hoping to get him up to the full size. Then she would ride him to ecstasy, she thought to herself.
The hands on her head were gently massaging her. Her next surprise was when the swelling didn't stop. Her mouth was full and the head was touching the back of her throat and she needed to move back to give him space to grow. That was surprising because he had never been more than a small ring of her lips. And now her lips were stretched wide to take him in fully.
Her hands reached up to stroke his belly and his chest. When she encountered minimal chest hair she began to wonder. In the meanwhile his hips started to move in rhythm as the needs and desires soared. This combination of unusual occurrences caused doubt in her mind, and Shobha lifted her head to reach for the light by the bedside. Another pair of hands too reached for the lights, and since he had his head on the pillow and Shobha was much lower around his hips, Ajay found the switch first.
In his mind it had been one more wet dream. The warm wet mouth and the rising sensations in his cock had been felt by him more than once in his dreams. When her lips tightened and he felt the distinct shudder of pleasure, his eyes opened. His hands were on a woman's head. He knew it was not a dream and he reached for the lights. Her mouth left his cock and the woman reached across him to get to the light. He felt full and heavy breasts rest on his torso as she tried to get there.
He switched on the lights and there was his aunt, her mouth streaked with his juices, her blouse showing cleavage, her saree pallo on the bed, and she straddling him.
The teenager and his chachi stared at each other in shock. The lust and drive of a teenager soon made the decision for Ajay. After all his chachi had entered the room and taken him in her mouth; surely she meant to do this.
He put his hand back on her head and pushed her down to take his cock back in her mouth. She pursed her lips together and tried to duck. It merely caused the rearing penis to smear itself on her head, on her sindoor and on her hair. He gasped as the missed target caused him to become desperate.
"Chachi!" he implored, "Kyun ruk gaye?" (Auntie, why have you stopped?)
Shobha had her eyes closed and her lips tightly pursed. She started to reply. "Beta galti ho gayi. I didn't know this was your room," she pleaded. Her eyes opened to look up at him beseechingly. She saw the cock jerking and prancing around near her face. Now tapping her cheek, now flopping against her chin and lips.
She stared at in fascination. It was a magnificent specimen of manhood. If his father's cock was anything like his, Dipti was one lucky woman thought Shobha. Then the incongruousness of her thoughts hit her. She tried to scramble back. Ajay locked his legs around her shoulders and torso preventing her from moving away. She felt the strong legs grip her tightly and the boy's skin was rubbing her breasts on either side.
Shobha looked down and saw her heavy breasts hanging, the fabric of the blouse sagging, giving her nephew a rich view of her full cleavage. She tried to grab her saree pallu to cover up. Her mangalsutra was hanging from her neck, the locket banging against his balls. She grabbed the necklace and stuffed it into her blouse. This was so demeaning to her married status.
Ajay reached between them and shoved his hand down the front of her blouse. There was nothing subtle or caressing about his move. He just bunched up her flesh in his hand and kneaded her roughly. His hand was searching for her nipple. He clawed at her.
"Beta, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Apni chachi ke choochey ko haath lagate sharam nahi aati tumhe?" she scolded him. (What are you doing, son? Don't you feel ashamed at grabbing at your aunt's breasts like this?)
"Mujhe sirf aap chahiye. Kya sharam, kaise sharam. Kamre mey to aap ayi hain. Aur phir apne mujhe kabhi nanga nahi dekha kya. Maine bhi to aap ko itni baar dekha hai jab aap naha kar nikli thi. Kabhi apka blouse gila that aur apke mammu ke jhalak dikhte the. Kabhi abke bhitni bhi to nazar aati thi. Aur itni baar aap bagair blouse key, sirf saree lapete hue bathroom se nikli hain," he reminded her. (I only want you. What should I be ashamed of. You are the one who came in to my room. And then have you never seen me nude? I have seen you so often when you have just been out of the bath. Sometimes your blouse has been wet so I get glimpses of the flesh of your breasts. And sometimes your nipples too. And quite often I have seen you wrap your saree around yourself and come out of the bath without a blouse.)
"Aur mujhe wo har baar yaad hai jab apne mere lund ko nilhatey samay dhoya tha," he went on. ( I remember every time you washed my cock while bathing me). "Tab toh aap ko koi apatti nahi thi" (You had no reservations at that time).
"Woh kuch aur baat thi," she mumbled as she tried to come to terms with the attraction she felt towards the cock looming in her face. She pushed back at his thighs and managed to get his legs off her shoulders. She stood up next to the bed. Her excited state was obvious; her breathing was heavy; her breasts were heaving with the excitement she felt in her chest. Her mouth still carried the stains of his precum and her hair was streaked too. Her sindoor was smeared and she looked radiant with her traditional attire. The lust in her was obvious, but so was the weight of the restraining factors she felt. She looked down and so the best cock she had seen in all her years waving in the air, asking for her attention.
He reached up for her and his hand weighed her breast, heavy and melon-like. She caught his wrist. It was meant to control and stop him, but it was one more contact of flesh with flesh and skin with skin. He turned slightly so his other hand could reach her stomach. His hand felt her soft and curved, slightly sagging tummy. He stroked her there.
"Chachi," he called her. "Aa jao" (Aunty, come)
She felt her knees go weak as the hunger in his voice promised her heaven.
It took her but a moment to lean forward and kiss him on the forehead. She meant it as a good night kiss of sorts. But her saree fell open and Ajay found himself perilously close to the mounds of flesh that were straining at his aunt's blouse. He smelled her, sweaty and womanly. He had no experience with women; any woman would do for a horny kid and the breasts that were before his face were no exception. He touched the side of the melon like breast once again and Shobha gasped.
The youngster held the fruit like, full breast and allowed his thumb to wander. It encountered the thin fabric of the blouse and under it the paraphernalia of the bra. Ajay rubbed, disregarding the illicitness of what he was doing. All he knew was his need and her presence.
The teenager's hand on her breast caused her body to sag with lust. Shobha leaned a bit more so the breasts were now in the teenager's face. Ajay felt his throat dry as his heart beat shot up. Shobha pulled the fabric of the blouse together so that the hooks could be unhooked and pulled apart the front of her blouse. The breasts tumbled out, now restrained only by the bra. The damp underarms and the overfull body within made sure the blouse stuck to her. It would take peeling but the young man had enough of a view for the moment.
Ajay stretched upward and kissed the slopes of those breasts. His aunt held his head as she pulled him in to her cleavage. She now had one leg kneeling on the bed and the other leg was standing on the floor. Ajay stretched upwards and nuzzled her breasts as much as he could and his lips searched out her nipples.
"Chachi!" he whispered.
"Haan beta," she made a kissing sound with her lips in the air. It was an endearment she had used so many times, that kissing sound, over the years to reassure the child who she tended. Today it felt completely different.
He sighed and his hands roamed over her back feeling her flesh. His hands felt rough on her; hands that handled sport equipment. The roughness excited her skin which was rarely, if ever, felt by any human hands. As he moved up her back the blouse and it being stuck to her skin in its dampness became an obstacle. She couldn't move her arms as the arms were tight. And she didn't want his hot searching lips to stop playing with her.
Yet, the desperation between them was soaring.
"You know, we shouldn't be doing this, beta" she whispered.
"But what are doing at all, other than just hugging?" he pleaded, desperately mashing his lips on the globes which he wanted to suck in and taste.
Her hand went to the nape of his neck and she noticed that his top was askew. Her fingers roamed down his chest and she gasped at the rock hard body and the smooth skin.
She gasped loudly when her hand traversed his hip and came down to his buttock, also exposed.
"What happened, chachi?" he enquired.
She shook her head to indicate that nothing was the matter. She knew she was on dangerous ground and should not have entered this room at all. She pushed the young man away and tried to move off. He clung to her hips and let his face nuzzle her tummy. She shuddered as she felt her flesh respond to the appeal of youth.
No, her mind screamed. This was illicit. Her husband's brother's son was out of bounds. The young stud's hands were searching for the bottom edge of her saree. In his haste, he pulled desperately at the long garment which came loose from its tucking and hung in parts like a drape while still covering Shobha.
She held his shoulders and pushed him away.
He moved his face lower. She wondered what he was doing. But the young man seemed very sure of himself as he went lower and lower, kissing her tummy, till he went too low! Surely he didn't intend to kiss her any lower?
But he did. He had seen that in many of the porn movies and internet downloads. He knew exactly what he was doing and the women seemed to like it. He wanted to take his auntie beyond her ability to resist.
He pushed the waist of the saree and the petticoat down. But the knot would not allow the petticoat to move down. The saree was half undone and hanging now. Shobha had her hands on the young mans head trying to push him away. He found the gap in her petticoat around the area where the cord comes around full circle. That place always had a gap and he knew it. He had seen it in his mother's petticoat on occasion.
Through the gap there he pushed his face to that gap and his probing tongue found the swell of her lower tummy. His aunt was past forty, but her body was not sagging and lost. It had curves and charms and a warmth which Ajay had noticed but never even fantasized about.
Shobha moaned loudly," What are you doing, beta? Yeh kya ho gaya hai tumhe?" (What has happened to you.)
His other hand found the knot of the petticoat and he tugged at the right end of the chord and unfastened it in one quick pull. The petticoat now slid past the flare of the hip and hung half slung down. Ajay now boldly put his head between her thighs and nuzzled her hard with his face, generally feeling the whole area and allowing her to feel him touch her everywhere.
It was too much for Shobha as she sat down on the bed with her legs splayed wide part and lay down. Her clothes were askew and she was partially undressed. She had her teenaged nephew between her legs, his head nuzzling. She lay with her hands on his shoulders and around his hips. The sensations ripping through her body were new to her and she was crazed.
Inside her, still, the fight was not lost. She just wanted to regain her composure which she felt would be possible once she was past this round of maddening pleasure. Ajay's hands however, were inside her petticoat, under her and starting to struggle with her panties.
Shobha was very conscious of where her hands were and was making sure she did not even accidentally touch the boy's cock. That would be the ultimate giveaway. Lust was raging through her and her body was demanding that she let the teenager take her any way he knew to take a woman.
Images of her bathing him, of soaping his cock and cleaning it for him, and of various stages in his life where she had mothered him flashed through her mind, making it difficult for her to accept her sexual desires. He was not just a youth who could meet her need. He was her nephew.
Ajay was luxuriating in the womanly smells and in the warmth of caressing and stroking the body of a mature sexy woman. Perhaps for him, she was just a woman.
11-03-2012, 03:16 AM
RE: Bachpan mein Mummy ki Chudai ke Kisse
"Beta, ruk jao," she whispered. (Stop.)
"Kyon chachi, aap ko accha nahi lag raha?" he asked. (Why, auntie, are you not enjoying it?)
"Bahut zyada achcha lag raha hai, mere lall! Isi liye kehti hoon ki ruk ja. Is ke aage na mai jaa paungi, na tum ruk paoge!" she sighed. (I am enjoying it a bit too much. That is why I am asking you to stop. Beyond this, neither can I go, nor can you stop)
Her fingers were gripping his arm when she suddenly felt his cock at her arm. She shuddered and he moaned. "Chachi dekho mera lund kitna bada ho gaya apko dekh kar," he muttered. (Auntie, see how large my cock had become on seeing you.)
She would never be explain what made her take that cock in her hand. Just his statement that it was impossibly large? Her hand found the cock and she closed around it. Her mind took note of the round cylinder of flesh, the head, and of course, it was drenched and dripping with his precum.
"Beta, yeh itna paani..........." she murmured. (Son, this much of wetness)
"Aap ke liye," he replied, his head moving up now to her torso. (for you)
Their bodies were at an impossible angle to each other and they now needed to realign. He swiveled around and they were now lying next to each other. Her hand found his cock again. Wet and slimy with his juices. She gripped it hard. A new plan formed in her mind. She would masturbate him; the kid wouldn't be able to hold on long. Once he had cum she would be free to go.
Yes, the heat in her cunt was soaring but she could go fuck Kumar, perhaps harder than he had ever been taken in his life; and she wouldn't have to live with the consequences of this mindless lust. Before she knew it, Ajay was upon her. He straddled her body. She felt his balls on her tummy. The hot pillar of flesh touched her but as its length speared upward she could not feel more than the first part of his cock.
His hands authoritatively rested on her breasts as he cupped them. He pushed them back into her chest and rotated them hard. She groaned, "Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Mere mummey tumhe chahiye? Itne chahiye?" (Son, you want my breasts? You want them so much?)
Shobha found pools of pleasure radiating from her breasts, as this boy whom she had nursed and brought up clawed her ponderous mammaries.
The lust crazed youth did not reply. He frantically searched for the nipples. He pulled the bra down and stretched the elastic down so the cups were tucked below and the breasts were squeezed out and jutting from the top. The bra straps dug into her flesh and it was painful. But Ajay's eyes were on the pleasurable sight of his aunt's nipples. They were somewhat long, more like those designed to be milked. He leaned forward, hovering over her. His lips touched and teased the teats- he licked on them, slowly at first, then hard and fast and then he started to slobber on them. He stuffed as much of her breast as he could into his mouth and sucked hard. His hand held her breasts hard, gripping them tightly.
His cock hung low below him, heavy, and slow viscous drops of fluid formed dabs on Shobha's tummy. She reached down and caught the cock in her hand like the handle of a racquet, and held him gently. It felt like the cock of an animal, prone as he was over her. Shobha had once taken the sheath of her Labrador dog in her hand when it was red and glistening, and this moment reminded her of that, given Ajay's position on all fours.
She gently slid her hand up and down, massaging his aching cock, providing him relief from the intense build of need in him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff!" went the guy as he bit into the flesh in his mouth. Her hand on his cock was driving him wild. He humped his hips hard, taking away any signs of gentleness in the stroking she was giving him. It became as if her hand was a cunt and his cock was fucking her fist. She whispered to him, "Dheere, beta, dheere. Koi jaldi nahi hai. Chachi hai na?" she said soothingly. (Slow down son, slow down. There is no hurry. Auntie is there with you, isn't she?)
Ajay slowed as the release of one surge from his loins allowed his lust to be held back. Shobha pushed him over to his back and sat up. They were both far gone, and there was no stopping, illicit or not.
She pulled off her blouse and her bra. Then she kneeled over, his ankles between her legs, watching his cock which he was now fondling and stroking, keeping it ready for her.
"Apne lund se mat khelo. Woh ab mera hai. Jo bhi karna hai mai karungi," she commanded him. (Don't play with your cock. It is now mine. What ever is to be done, will be done by me)
She lifted her petticoat over her head and discarded it. She rolled down her panties to her knees. Then she pulled one side still lower. Now she used her foot to pull the panties still lower and off, leaving her hands and head free to pay attention to her nephew's waiting cock.
She held out her tongue fully extended. The quivering tip of her tongue snaked out and touched the flowing and messy cock, which jumped on contact.
"Chacheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" hissed Ajay. His hands went to her head and he held her. His hips jerked; he wanted to be in her mouth. The cock reamed her face and the balls slapped into her chin.
"Aye, Ajay!" she remonstrated. "Mai kar rahi hoon na. Chup chap padey raho warna chachi chali jayegi." (I am doing you, am I not? Lie quietly or else auntie will leave.)
The newly initiated male threw his head from side to side with uncontrollable lust but held his hips still. Then he looked down to see what his chachi was doing. There it was, her mangalsutra necklace, hanging from her neck. Beyond that her lovely mass of breasts, swinging, asking to be sucked like luscious fruit. And his chachi's maang (forehead) smeared with sindoor. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked back up at him and gave him a comforting smile. This was the same chachi who had looked after him and indulged him through his growing years. And now that smile said that she was going to provide him with the ultimate indulgence.
Shobha allowed the saliva to pool in her mouth and then she opened and took in the full shaft into her wet and waiting mouth. Her tongue aligned along the underside of his cock. With a rich wet slurping action she slid up and down his cock, enthralling the him.
"Arre chachi! Mera lund pighal raha hai. Hanh. Chooso mujhe. Randi ke tarah chooso mujhe. Hai. Hanhh. Hannh. Hannh!" the youngster moaned, his fists pounding the mattress. (Oh auntie! My cock is melting. Yes, suck me. Suck me like a whore. Yes, yes, yes!) He had no control over his hips which bucked and thrashed like a horse untamed.
The mangalsutra was beating a tattoo on his balls, scraping his thighs as it swung here and there along with her head's bobbing. One of Shobha's hands was on his chest, pinching up the area surrounding his nipple and kneading him. Her thumb flicked over the nipple as the rest of her fingers kneaded and stroked his breast. The other hand was used to hold the base of his cock with a thumb and two fingers. As she allowed her fingers more space she remembered that this was supposed to end with her masturbating him.
But the thoughts dominating her mind were all about the wonderful cock she had in her mouth and hand and how wonderful it would feel in her bubbling pussy.
She lifted her head off. She had to balance this between lust and completion. She could not risk anyone walking in on them. She waddled up the body under her. Ajay's hands spontaneous came up to claim her breasts. He mashed them and kneaded them. He stretched his neck to suck the very suckable teat. It was more like a cow's small udder ready to feed him.
"Hai betaaaaaaaaaaaa!" moaned Shobha. She raised one leg so that she could reach between them. She caught his cock and guided it up into her dripping sheath. And she slid down on him. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, mere lalla!" she called out to him, using an endearment she had used to address him for years now.
"Chod apne chachi ko. Is lund ko mar mere choot mey," she exhorted him. (Fuck your auntie. Hammer that cock into my cunt)
Ajay thrust upwards. It felt heavenly, the wet bubbling cunt that was riding him. He felt her juices pour and mess up his groin area. He fucked hard, holding her up by her breasts.
"Haanh chachi, lelo mujhe. Mera lund tumhara hai. Mai tumhara hoon. Make me cum, mai apna paani apme bhar dena chahta hoon. Hah! Hanh! Hai! Maaa!" he screamed.
She sensed that he was being too noisy. She leaned forward and her luscious lips closed on his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he strained against her mouth.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Beta sabh theek to hai na?" it was Dipti. (son, is everything okay?) She seemed to have heard some noises and come enquiring. She had stopped walking into her son's room after once, a few months ago she stepped in only to find him masturbating furiously. Mother and son had caught each others eye. She stepped back and never brought it up with him. But after that she just avoided such situations.
"Haanh, mummy. Sab- theek - hai" (yes, mother, everything is fine). Between each word he had to pause because Shobha's cunt wouldn't let her stop. She just had to have her cunt full up with this energetic cock. She was mindful of the risk but there was nothing that could have been done on that. After a brief pause she resumed, but at a much more restrained steady stroking, rather than the frenetic humping of the stud.
He had not cum yet and she was glad for that. She had thought the youngster wouldn't be able to control himself. But maybe he had just masturbated; was that the pungent semi dry odour she had encountered when she first mouthed him.
Whatever it was, Shobha could not be stopped from bouncing on the hard and strong cock up inside her. She continued to pound him. Her breasts flopped back and forth and Ajay alternated clutched them and alternately stroked her ass and back.
Shobha's eyes were closed. His cock was touching the right spot. She avoided any change in position and just continued her pumping. Her pussy erupted in orgasm and she screamed a low guttural cry in the pit of her throat. Saliva dribbled down the side of her mouth as she came uncontrollably. The passion was heightened for the forbidden lust that she was enjoying. She had just taken the virginity of a youngster brought up by her, her nephew. And what a man he was. Strong, virile, stud-like with a cock that was surely going to become a much desired object!
This time the door opened. It will never be known if Dipti sighted anything or not. But having opened the door she merely repeated her question. "Beta, is everything all right. Mujhe phir se awaz ayi?" (I heard a noise again.)
Maybe she didn't come in thinking she made a mistake; that she had heard the her son masturbating. Whatever it is, they saw her hand on this side of the door. They heard her. But they didn't see her. And hopefully she didn't see them.
What was important was that they were left uninterrupted to fuck on. Ajay pushed his aunt off him and got on top.
"Wait!" his aunt stopped him. She pulled her saree and used it to dry his cock and stuffed it up her channel to dry her out a bit. It was so wet that she wanted it a little dry to feel him up completely.
She should not have done that. His cock when he hammered it in, seared her cunt apart. Her nails dug into his shoulder and his ass where her hands were resting. She drew blood. The cock was reaming and stretching the entire stretch of her cunt. She had needed that much lubrication. With her lying back the juices were pooled inside her. His cock dipped in and out, soaking itself and pulling out her juices. The pounding was jerking her breasts, her brain and her eyes. He was so fast and so furious that her eyeballs could not focus on anything.
She closed her eyes and thought of ways to conquer this stud bull of a guy even as she wallowed in the glow of her body's eruptions. She came again and again. She bit his shoulder. She smeared her face on him rubbing her saliva on his chest. Her heels came around to his ass and she singnaled her pleasure by hammering her heels on his ass.
But what really made him burst forth was her hand between them, holding his sheath back.
"Chachi. Chachi. Chachi," he seemed to be begging. "Hannh chachi, lelo meri paani. Sukha do mujhe. Bana lo apna. Ye lo. Bas mai aa gaya. Le lo. Le lo. Le looooooooooooo!"
(Yes auntie, take my semen, dry me. Make me yours. Now I am here. Take this. Take this. Take this.)
The first cum was a shot, deep and full. The next felt like warm pools spreading rapidly inside her. Shobha held the guy to her and hugged him. She wiggled her hips, milking him dry. She fucked back, sliding the sheath of his cock back and forth. She bit his shoulder triggering more spasms. She stroked his back so his every pore emptied out into her.
Then there were a rush of after tremors. His body was wracked with spasms. He pulsated and shuddered. She held his head to her. She soothed him. "Shhhhhhhh beta. Shanti. Shanti. Mai hoon na. Mere lalla, teri chachi hai na tere liye" (quiet son. Become peaceful. I am there. My dearest, your aunt is here for you, isn't she.)
As she spoke those words she realised she was supposed to have stopped with masturbation. As she held him close she realised she had taken every drop of him, huge dollops of semen, loaded with the sperm of a vital youngster. That warmth which she had felt spreading deep in her was nothing but the warm semen flooding her womb.
She was now less drunk than when she started; perhaps the sobriety came from the enormity of what she had done accidentally.
The young man was asleep on her. She pushed him off. He lay next to her, trying to snuggle into her and rest his head on her breast.
She needed to leave. Now she knew for sure which the correct door was. She just slipped on her petticoat and used the saree as one would use a shawl to cover her breasts. Her blouse, with some hooks ripped, and her bra and panties she carried in her hand. She crossed over to the door which she knew was her own. As she turned to shut the door, she saw the slightly ajar door of Dipti's room shut quietly.
Juices were pouring down her legs. He had come in gallons and she had been so fluid that it just proved that she wasn't ageing. It was just that the sex didn't have the power to make her juice up that much any more. She tucked the petticoat between her thighs to soak the running mix of man and woman.
She put on her caftan nightdress and lay next to her husband in the bed, as far away from him possible and with her back to him. She needed a wash from head to toe and she could not possibly manage that at this late hour. And she didn't feel like touching him after having done what she had just savored.
Kumar stirred as he felt his wife settle down at her end of the bed. "Did you hear them?" he asked. "iss umar mey kitne josh sey ek doosre ko chod rahe the!" (At this age how actively they fuck!)
"Aap Dipti aur bhai saab ki baat kar rahe hain? Woh to maine suna, lekin kafi der ho gaya na unko khatam kiye?" she asked. (Are you referring to Dipti and elder brother? I did hear that, but that was a while ago wasn't it?)
She was actually checking out whether Ajay and her own fucking had been heard and had it been so loud. When she thought back she did feel that the animal coupling had made them both throw caution to the winds.
"Abhi do minute pehle to khatam kiya hai. Do ghante se chal rahi hai chudai. Kal bhabhi shayad late hi uthegi!" he replied. (They ended just two minutes ago. For two hours they have been fucking. We can expect sister-in-law to get up late tomorrow).
Shobha froze. Her husband had heard her clearly fucking her nephew; she was just lucky he mistook it for Dipti and Gopal. She lay still hoping that would be the end of the conversation when she felt a hand on her hip.
"Tum badi der ayi upar. So gayi thi kya?" he whispered. (you came up very late. Did you fall asleep?). His hand ran her caftan up as he bared her ass to him.
"Aaj uss picture mey dekha kaise uss admi ne uss aurat ko peeche se choda?" he nibbled at her ear as he said this. (Did you see how in the movie today that man fucked the woman from behind).
Shobha squirmed. A hand went between her legs from behind. Kumar prised apart her legs and held her upper leg high at an angle. Shobha felt his cock search for her pussy from behind. Before she realised it her body had changed angle to allow him that access. She wanted to stop but didn't. He plunged in. The wetness that awaited him surprised him.
"Arre! Tum itni geeli ho. Lagta hai tumhe bhi inke chodne sey uttejna ho gayi!" he said as he thrust himself deep into her, embedding himself in the pool of fluids left behind by his brother's son. (You are so wet. It seems you too were excited by their fucking.)
Her hand reached behind and she cupped his ass, holding him close to herself. This allowed Kumar to fuck her in short jabs without missing the target. She gasped as the cock found a new set of places to massage on its way in. She trembled. The thoughts of being fucked by two men, one her husband and the other their nephew was maddening. One was a known body, the other a new young man. One young, one old. One perfectly legitimate. The other completely illicit.
Kumar's hands came up to cup her breasts. He used them as handles to grip and ride her. His fucking grew more erratic as his orgasm built up. Shobha's ass and hips ground back at him as she pleasured herself on the marauding cock.
"Bhabhi kitni cheekhi, chillayi. Bhaiya ne aj usko aisa choda ki unse raha nahi gaya. Lo, mai bhi tumhe aise hi chodta hoon," he muttered as he added more vigor to his humping. (Sister-in-law screamed and hollered so much today. Brother fucked her so hard that she couldn't keep quiet. Here, let me fuck you in the same way)
Shame made Shobha's body burn but the cock in her seemed to quench the heat. Guilt wracked her mind, but added to the excitement of their fucking.
When Kumar erupted, adding his seed to his nephew's, Shobha was already a slobbering slut. She whimpered and groaned into her pillow as he pounded her from behind. Kumar cried out loud with each thrust; each thrust was weaker than the last one and finally, Kumar's cock had shrunk to a point where he could not sustain inside her from the rear. He slipped out. His cock smeared on her ass and he folded himself into her from behind.
Shobha was exhausted from the mauling and fucking at the hands of the two men that same night, and that was fine because another moments wakefulness would have driven her mad with the confused and conflicting feelings about the evening gone by. As she drifted to sleep, she thought she saw Ajay at the door, holding it ajar. She couldn't be sure but perhaps the noises of their fucking had awakended the young man. The door closed gently as Shobha slipped into a dreamless world of exhausted sleep.
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