Dhileep Mehta was in love with 3 things in life. His new Toyota Camry, his chemical factory, and his club. The successful business man with a sprawling house in the suburbs of Ahmadabad cared very little for his 38 year old wife Namratha or their kids, 18 year old Rajeev (Raj to all his family and friends), and 16 year old Priyanka.
The family was very well off and the 2 children has everything they wanted other than their fathers presence and involvement. They never really felt this loss as their mother more than made up for this with her love and caring. Both the children were very close to their mother, and with her husband not caring about her, Namratha lavished all her love and affection on her kids.
Raj was a good student and was studying law in Bangalore, while Priya attended the local school.
Raj had turned out to be fine young man, good in studies and very involved with outdoor sports. He loved trekking and was a good swimmer who used to regularly win medals in college events. He was 6 feet 1 inches tall and very handsome. Namratha loved him and was so proud of him. Their love grew over that last 3 – 4 years as the father of the house drifted away from them – sinking into running his business and spending his free time in the clubs and social gatherings of local businessmen.
Namratha came to depend on Raj for simple things like driving her for shopping, taking her and Priya for a movie, fixing things at home, visiting relatives etc. Raj loved doing this as her lover his mother. To him she was perfect. Very intelligent and always helping him in his studies, a super cook who made great food that he liked, and a good friend a guide with whom he could talk anything.
He had seen the problems with his father – but there was nothing he could do about that. He sometimes used to see the pain in his mothers eyes. But when they were with each other, it was as if Namratha forgot everything.
There was another aspect to Raj’s love which he was ashamed of, and he hoped his mother did not know about. He had come to realize that his mother was a beautiful and yes, sexy woman. His adolescent thoughts and fantasies had crossed many limits, no doubt propelled by Namratha’s beauty and her love for him.
At 39, Namratha was at the peak of her health and beauty. She had a lovely sensuous face, with soft rounded features and a charming smile, that lit up her dark black eyes, and caused dimples on her smooth butter like cheeks. She was around 5, feet 6 and was not slim, she has the typical Gujju (a state in Western India) physique and was voluptuous – rather than plump. The extra flesh somehow was in the right-places!. Her hips and behind were very generous, round and curvy, her belly was not flat but had only a sexy bulge with a faint flab curve – but this made her navel deep and glimpse of her naked navel and fair belly was one of first instances that raised her sons hormones.
Namratha’s best feature apart from her belly was her bosom. She was blessed with large and shapely breasts that had only a hint of sag. Whatever she wore the thrust of her breasts could never be hidden. Namratha was aware of the effect her breasts had on men. Her husband was all over them during the initial 2 – 3 years of their marriage……
Namratha had seen that sometime a slipped pallu (portion of the Indian traditional wear saree that is draped across the body), or a shifting of saree from her belly was causing her son to be tense, and steal glances at her. She had seen this increasing over the last 2 years. But she was never angry. She was confused first, but of late she felt a strange thrill in the way her son looked at her.
Namratha used to make sure that whenever Raj comes over during his study vacations, she would be dressed well and loved the way he complimented her.
Over the last 1 year when Raj went of to Bangalore for studies, Namratha felt her love for him grow. She used to eagerly wait for his monthly visits and study leaves / vacations.
It was the summer of 2007, and it was a vacation time for Raj and he was home. Namratha was happy. Over the last few months her anger and desperation with Dhileep was increasing as her spend more and more of his time away – and shirked any kind of family functions.
The final straw was when her sister and family came over from UK after a span of 4 years. She had planned a great get together with other family members. Dhileep was never involved in the planning – and worse the day her sister was arriving, he said he had a conference in Chennai and went off. Luckily Raj was there are he managed everything from bringing his aunty and family home to arranging for the food and all the fun events.
A week went by in whirl – and Namratha was very happy. It was good to be with family and she loved the way Raj managed everything. He sister told her as she was leaving
“Raj is a gem”
Namratha could not agree more. They were at the Airport saying their goodbyes.
“Yes Didi” Namratha said “He is everything to me”. She did not know how much that implied, and will imply in the coming days….
After seeing them off Raj was driving them home – and Namratha said:
“Thank you Beta for everything”
Raj: “Oh Ma, don’t thank me – it was great to have all of them here”
Namratha sighed: “Yes, but your Papa felt it was a bore”
Raj smiled: “Oh Ma, you know him …”
She smiled and patter Raj’s thigh. “Well I do, good I have you”
They reached home. And Raj got some juice from the kitchen and they sat in the living room talking.
"Well, it didn't turn out so bad after all, despite your Papa’s absence" Namratha said, smiling, sitting on the couch across from Raj.
This was a non issue for Raj as he really did not care for his father. It was his mother that he was dedicated to. And he was dedicated to her in more ways than one. He loved her - Raj had a secret passion for her. A love that was anything but platonic.
"I want you to know just how much you've meant to me these last few years," she smiled. "If it hadn't been for you, I don't know what I would've done."
"Hey, what are sons for...if not to take care of their Maa," he grinned back at her.
"Well, just so that you know how much you mean to me," she said solemnly.
After 15 minutes, the talk was still flowing, but taking on a more intimate tone.
"Come over here and sit by your old Maa," he heard his mother say to him, patting the couch beside her.
"Aw, come on, Maa," he smiled, pushing up to his feet. "You're not old."
"Almost 40," she smiled at him. "Your father seemed to think that was too old..."
"So what does he know. I think that you're so attractive for, uh..." he said, pausing in mid-sentence, sitting down beside her.
"...for my age," she laughed, putting her hand on his thigh and giving it an intimate squeeze. "That's okay, Janu, I know what you meant. And thanks for the compliment. After what I've been going through, I'll take anything I can get."
"No, really, Maa...there are many women who'd give anything to have your looks," he said. "Really! Besides, I think older women are sexy."
"So, you think your old Maa is sexy?" she asked, with a strange smile on her face.
They always used to joke about a divorce – but Namratha was clear that she did not want that, even if she did not care for her husband at all. So the mother and son used to joke about Namratha getting a divorce and moving away……
"Uh, yeah, uh, real sexy," he said, blushing. "You won't have any trouble finding another man. That is, if you want one..."
If she only knew, he thought. If she only knew that he thought she was the sexiest woman alive. And the prettiest, as far as he was concerned. He still didn't see what his Papa’s problem was.
Raj couldn't fathom anyone not thinking his mother was the prettiest woman in the world. Oh, he knew his father and mother had their differences, but he thought his father should have tried harder to work it out. And not hurt her like he did.
"Why the serious face?" she asked him, squeezing his thigh again.
"What? Uh, oh, I was just thinking about how dumb Papa was," he said, taking another sip. "Ignoring you like this……"
"Let's don't talk about him...now. Just about you...you and me," she smiled sadly. "We've got to go on with our lives. Make our own decisions now..."
"Sure, Maa. Sure," he grinned, leaning back, sliding his arm around behind her shoulders and gently pulling her up against him. "Just you and me."
Raj didn't know if it was the intimacy of the moment, the worsened behavior of his Papa over the last few months, and his mothers increased dependence on him, but there was an ever so subtle difference in their new relationship. It seemed to be on a more mature level. Not a mother-son thing. It was a strange, new kind of kinship. If only...if only it was on a sexual level, he dementedly thought. Him and her. Finding love with each other and making mad, passionate love..
As his mother moved closed he saw her saree pallu slipping and the upper part of her bosom and the deep cleavage. It was an alluring sight.
What could he do to bring about something like that? How could he lure his mother into such a perversion?
Nothing, he told himself. It would never happen, and he could never risk alienating her in that way. He loved her too much for that. He would just have to keep his secret with him.
Regardless of that, nothing could stop or hide the growing evidence of his feelings toward her. Down in his pants, his cock began to slowly stiffen and grow, pressing up against the material.
"This is nice," his mother murmured, pressing herself against him and resting her head on his shoulder.
Her soft, black hair brushed over his cheek and filled his nostrils with subtle fragrances of flowers.
"I love you Raj" Namratha said. "I love you…."
"Oh Ma, I love you too….." he said, wistfully. "more than anything else……."
"Oh Raj" she smiled. "I am so happy now, with you…"
They fell silent for several moments, enjoying the quiet silence of their intimacy.
It was then that he felt something faintly brush up against rock-hard penis. Looking, he saw that her hand was still resting on his thigh, but now her little finger was brushing against his cock. Accident? Or not...he didn't know.
"I'm so glad that I can speak about your Papa like this, with you," she murmured, squeezing his thigh one more time. "But I don't think that I can ever get involved with another man. Dhileep hurt me too much. Just the uncertainty of not knowing the man's intent would be too emotionally draining….you know... I just could never do it again."
"Oh , Maa," he said, slowly easing his hand down off the back of the couch onto her shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry."
"I would have to know the man really loved me," she said, squeezing his thigh again. "And how could I know that it was really love?
What was she saying, he wondered? Was she trying to tell him something? Or was she just spilling her heart to him?
"I love you, Mother," he whispered, hoping that she would take it the right way...whichever way that was.
"What?" she asked softly.
"I...I said, I love you, Mother," he mumbled again.
"I know, Beta ," she whispered back. "And I love you."
Nothing happened for several seconds. Then he felt her head slowly lift away from his shoulder as she turned to look into his face. She had a strange, concerned look on her face, as if it had just dawned on her what he said. And what it could have meant in the context of their conversation.
"You...you said you loved me." She said slowly, staring deep into his eyes.
"Yes, Mother...I love you more than anything," he murmured.
It was several seconds before she spoke again as she continued to stare into his eyes.
"You...you mean, in, in that way," she slowly stammered out.
"I...I just wanted you to know," he said softly. "I just wanted you to know that I love you, no matter what happens. I have always loved you. I always will, and I'll always be here for you."
She looked confused. Like she didn't know what to do. Or say. But her eyes never wavered from his.
"Funny, isn't it?" she finally sighed. "The only man in the world that loves me...truly loves me, is my son. That is so distressing."
She gave his thigh another gentle squeeze. His eyes bore into hers
"If only. If only," she whimpered softly. "What that it were..."
"I just want you to know," he murmured. "I'm here for you, Mother...here for you in any way you need me. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy again."
She continued to stare into his eyes. It was as if she was looking for an answer. An answer to her unhappiness and loneliness.
"I could never commit myself again," she said softly, then paused for several seconds before she slowly went on, "to any man. Unless, unless he promised to give me his undying love."
"I'll love you forever, and ever," he whispered back.
He could not but stare at her, her saree had fallen off her chest and her breasts in her dart blue blouse were heaving…
Namratha saw the hunger in her son’s eyes, the passion, the love for her – for her body.
Finally, her eyes dropped away from his, and her hand slowly floated up away from his throbbing cock. He'd gone too far, he told himself. Way too far.
But as he watched her hand, it was joined by her other hand at the top button of her blouse. Then, looking down at her hands, she timidly unhooked the first hook. Gulping, he tried to swallow the bale of cotton that had suddenly materialized inside his mouth. Her fingers opened the second hook as he looked on with dazed astonishment. Then the third hook popped free, bringing her lacey black bra into view between the edges of her blouse.
Raj watched her slowly spread her blouse open. His heart was now pounding mad as she reached up to his hand on her shoulder. Not saying a word, she lifted it and brought it down to the opening of her blouse. Pressing his hand, palm down, into the opening, she let go of it. Raj could hardly breath as she dropped one hand down to her lap and the other back down to his thigh. But just as her hand touched down on his thigh, she moved it over to the obvious swell of his cock pressing up against his pants.
Dazed, he sat with his arm around her shoulders, his palm pressed against her hot flesh inside her blouse. Suddenly a jolt of pure excitement tore through his cock as he felt her give it a gentle squeeze through his pants. Not daring to even breathe, he eased his hand over above her right breast. Finding the lacey top edge of her brassiere with the tips of his trembling fingers, he eased them down under it onto the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. As he continued to ease his fingers down into her bra, he felt his mother's fingers tickling down the underside of his cock. Looking down, he saw that she was slowly unzipping his pants.
Then his probing fingertips brushed over the swollen hardness of her nipple, as the lace on the bra tickled up the back of his hand. Another shiver of excitement sparked through his cock as he kept easing his fingers down inside her bra. At last, he could cup the heavy, firm breast resting there. Now the big, jutting nipple was burning a hole into the palm of his hand.
Watching on with feverish anticipation, he saw her daintily spread the opening of his pants apart and ease her hand down inside it.
Pulling his fingers out from under her big, heavy tit, he once again found her hard, jutting nipple with the tips of his fingers. Teasing and toying with the rubbery pap, he gently twisted and tweaked it.
Then his mother's fingers found his steel-hard prick and he heard a small, audible intake of breath. She must be surprised by the size of his thick, seven-inch penis, he arrogantly thought as she fondled and measured its girth and length with her fingers.
He had never felt a woman’s breast nipple in all his life, he giddily told himself. She must be just as hot as he was.
Savoring the touch of her nipple on his fingers, he saw her looking over and felt her maneuvering his big, stiff cock up, out through the opening of his underwear. Slowly, its big, purplish-red head appeared. It was slowly followed by the brown shaft, crisscrossed with bulging, blue veins. Then, the last of it came slithering out with his mother's hot hand curled around it.
Her eyes widened momentarily, as she stared down at the big, jutting shaft of teenage cock-meat.
"My..." she softly murmured, daintily gripping her hand around the thick shaft, twisting and running it up its impressive length. “Raj… you are …….”
After a few long, delicious moments, she opened her hand. Letting his cock jut up into the air on its own, she reached up and pulled his hand out of her blouse.
What now, he deliriously wondered? In a testosterone-induced fog, he watched his mother, lean forward, put her hands on the cushion and slowly push herself up to her feet. Then, she peeled off the saree from her body. She was wearing a blue petty-coat, and Raj groaned as he saw her naked belly and deep navel inches in front of him. It was so sexy, so sensuous.
His mother held his face and pulled him to her. Raj buried his face in her belly fleshly and started kissing her there with passion. Her skin felt like butter, and he kissed her all over – and when his tongue dipped into her deep navel Namratha groaned with pleasure. She knew what was happening…
Raj felt her fingers in caressing his hair and slowly pulling him back. “Oh Beta….what are we doing dear” she sighed caressing his cheeks.
Then looking into his eyes, she removed her blouse from her body.
Raj had never seen anything so erotic. So telling. So titillating, he thought as he stared up at her breasts covered by the lacy black brassiere.
She slowly sat back down on the couch. “Raj…may I touch you again”. She murmured.
It was all happening too quickly for him to comprehend. His cock was still poking out of the opening in his pants as she looked at him...waiting. At last, Raj came to his senses and said “Yes Ma……”
Namratha pushed him down on the couch and sat near him “Oh Raj, did I make you so hard…. So big and so hard…….”
She teased as she pulled him underwear down his knees and slowly captured his penis in her left hand. He watched in fascination as his mother wet her right hand with her spit, and then started to caress him “Let Ma take care of this my darling” she said looking into his eyes.
His eyes darted from her bosom to her face. He was delirious with pleasure; her hands felt so much better than his when he used to masturbate.
She peeled his foreskin back and tickled the underside of his pensis, and saw how much pleasure her son got.
"God...Mother...I love you," he groaned out, easing his throbbing cock into her hands.
She bent forward and kissed his forehead, his eyes and his cheeks. “Beta I love you, I love you so much”
"Oh God, Mother...can't believe..." he gasped, feeling his mother squeezing his penis as he came close to cumming.
So this is what ecstasy is, he deliriously told himself as his mother gave his the best hand job in the world.
Namratha saw his pre-cum flowing out and felt his shudder. She loved this.
Raj looked down at her big tits jiggling softly in the confines of her brassiere. Her mangalsutra held in her cleavage…..
It's a miracle, he dementedly thought. He should have blown his wad long ago, what with all the passion that was sparking between them. But somehow, he struggled to control the overpowering urge to come. He couldn't it give up and make the pleasure pouring up from his peter stop. He didn't want it to ever stop. Just go on and on and on... But it was a losing battle, he groaned as his mother increased her speed.
“Maaa, I ….”
“It is ok Beta, it is ok” Namratha murmured.
Then he came, and he came like he never came before. His cum shot up over them on to floor as Raj jerked up and shivered in pleasure.
Namratha was taken aback by her son’s climax, it was so powerful, so intence, she knew they cannot turn back.
Then, just when Raj thought it was going to go on forever, his cock pulsated one final time and stopped shooting.
"Maa.." he groaned.
She stroked his head and slowly removed her cum stained hands. He said “Ma, Sorry.. I”
She laughed in a husky manner “Oh Beta, it is ok.. it is you… I don’t mind, I need to go” her voice was shaking as if she was fighting with her conscience.
"Clean that up," she said, pointing down to the puddle of cum on the couch.
Then, getting-up, she shuffled toward the bathroom carrying her blouse.
When his mother disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, Raj stuffed his cock into his pants and zipped up. Then he went about cleaning up the big puddle of cum on the couch.
Now what, he wondered as he wiped away at the stain. This escapade with his mother had been beyond belief, but the abrupt reversion to mother and son at the end of it, disappointed him. He had thought that once it was over, the intimacy would remain. But when she abruptly ordered him to clean up the mess they had made and then went storming off into the bathroom, he didn't know what to think. Finished cleaning up the mess, he sat in the chair, sipping on his drink as he waited for his mother to return. He didn't really know what to expect.
At last, the door opened and she came strolling out as if nothing had happened at all. Her blouse was re-buttoned. Standing by the couch, she took the saree and wore it. For Raj it was another sexy sight that he could not stop staring. Finally she was fully dressed, she sat down.
"Well..." she said, looking him in the eye.
"Uh...well...well what?" he asked, confused by her question.
"Was it good?" she asked.
"Good," he choked out, smiling finally. "It was fantastic, beyond my wildest expectations. But …. Ma… are you ok, ?"
"Was it good enough to give up your freedom for?" she asked him, ignoring his second question.
"What? What do you mean? Freedom?" he asked.
"You remember that I told you I could never commit to another man unless I knew that he was committed to me?" she asked him.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbled.
"That man would have to forsake all other women," she said sternly, "and love only me."
"Uh, yes uh, okay...but what does that have to do with us?" he asked her.
"You insinuated earlier that you were that man," she said, looking him in the eye. "Are you?"
"Huh?" he grunted.
"So that means that you would commit to me? Totally and unequivocally?" she wanted to know.
"Uh, yes, Ma….I … think " he muttered.
"There's no thinking involved in this. It's either yes, or no," she said sternly.
"Yes," he hissed softly.
"You would marry me?" she asked him.
Raj's eyes flew open and his jaw dropped, staring at her in confusion.
"Marry you?" he was finally able to choke out.
"Yes, marry me," she said emphatically.
"But how? You're my mother," he groaned, now totally bewildered.
"Don't worry about the details. I'll take care of those. Will you marry me?" she asked him again.
"Yeah...yes...yes...I'll marry you. I don't know how, but I'll marry you if that's what you want," he said.
"Good Beta" she smiled back at him. "We'll have the wedding on this Monday..."
"Yes, wedding...on Monday"
"You agree to be my husband," she asked.
"Yes," Raj said. "That means, we will be like, you know, really married, and … we can, can we, ?" he timidly asked.
“Can we what Beta” Namratha teased him
“Oh Ma, you know, can we be really like, husband and wife…. do you know”
“a first night” she asked huskily “have sex”….
"Of course," she laughed, pausing, looking at his like a mother – with a stern look - "But after we're married. I want to be your wife before you can do what you have in mind"
"But, but it's only Friday Tuesday," he complained. "That's 3 days away."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Raj, it is only 3 days," she giggled. "Patience is a virtue and besides I don't want to force this on you, if you want to reconsider …..”
“Oh Ma… I don’t want to reconsider” he said with passion.
Namratha came near him and patted his head. “I know”
"oh, okay," he whined, watching his wife to be's behind jiggle under her short skirt as she strolled away.
The rest of the week was pure hell for Raj as it crawled along at a snail's pace. His mother would allow him absolutely no physical contact, and he was afraid to ask.
Namratha saw the raw hunger in him, and she was no better. She was always wet during those days, thinking about them, what all the will be doing…… She also made him promise that he will not masturbate. Raj had to summon all his will power to comply.
Finally it was Monday, and after tea, Namratha gave Raj a list and sent him off to the market. Her eyes had a strange twinkle that day, but she still acted as his mother.
It was the most exciting shopping he ever did.
• Jasmine Flowers
• Two flower garlands
• New white Kurta Pyjama for him
• A pack of Condoms!
His mind was racing as he came back home.
“Got everything” his mother asked taking the bags from him.
“Yes Ma” he said looking at her. She looked lovely even though she was dressed in a normal saree and had not eve done her hair well. But he saw that she had done mehendi in her hands.
Namratha kept the bags on the living room table and turned to her son. She held his hands and brought them to her lips and kissed his fingers. “Are you sure about this Beta”
Raj nodded “Yes Ma, yes, are you….”
She smiled “Yes dear, I have made you wait for long, I have waited for long….”
They had an early dinner, with the food Namratha had made. The dal and chapathi tasted heavenly as his mother served him with love.
She told him that she has found a good time (mahurath) at 8.30 PM that night, and they will have small ceremony in their puja room. She asked him to have a bath and come to the puja room by 8.15.
He helped her to clear the dishes and then went upstairs to his room. Raj got ready and wore his new dress. He felt as if this was so real, as if he was getting really married.
It was 8.15 and he reached the puja room, and what he saw blew his mind. His mother had lighted the lamps and had had arranged a small havan (fire). She was standing there waiting for him. She was dressed a fine silk saree, deep red in color with the saree pallu covering her head. She was wearing make-up and her head was adorned with flowers. She was wearing jewellery, chains, traditional earrings, and many things which Raj did not know the names of. The gold added to her magnificent allure. She looked every inch a bride, like a godess.
“Oh Ma….. you look so….. so beautiful” he blurted out
“Thank you Raj” she smiled coyly.
She pulled him near to the havan and asked him to light it.
“There is no pundit, but we have the fire and Gods as witness” Namratha said.
She switched on a small portable CD player she had brought to the puja room and the sound of wedding hymns filled the room.
“Are you ready Raj” she asked
"Mother...Mother, you're the most beautiful woman in the world," he groaned, gawking at her shamelessly.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, stepping up directly in front of him.
All her beauty was having a profound effect on him. She was finally going to be his completely.
He then saw that she had removed her mangalsutra and had it in her hand in a yellow thread. She gave it to him.
"Please make me your wife my son” she said.
Only the strains of the Wedding hymns were to be heard as they stood staring into each other's eyes.
"You're sure?" she smiled, looking down to see that his hands were shaking.
"Please...Maa ..stop teasing me," he whined. "Yes, yes, yes, I want to go through with it."
"Okay then," she said, bowing her head. “Tie the mangalsutra and make me your Patni (wife)”
"Yes Ma " he whispered with love.
His hands shook as he put the mangalsutra thread around her neck, marveling at softness of the skin on her neck and tied the thread.
He moved back when it was done. He saw tears in his mothers eyes.
“Ma are you ok” he asked with genuine concern and love.
She nodded, taking the garlands. “I am, I am so happy darling”.
Namratha took a small ornate box with sindoor (red vermillion powder) and shivered as her son applied the sindoor on her forehead.
They put the garlands over each other, and Raj took his wife mothers hands and they went around the fire.
They were married. From mother and son, they were now Pati and Patni (Husband and Wife).
"Raj now I am yours, in every way, thank you for taking me as your bride” she sniffed, as he held her hands in love.
“Oh Ma, I should be thanking you… you are all that I ever wanted” Raj said with passion.
Namratha slowly wiped away the tears with the edge of her son / husband’s duppatta, and looked him straight in the eye.
"I want stop you now my son, my husband, why don’t you go to my bedroom and wait for me”
“That is if you want us to continue from the marriage, and move to making our union complete" she solemnly said.
They both just stood there staring into each other's eyes with love pouring between them for the longest time.
"Well," his mother finally laughed. "Aren't you going to kiss the bride?"
"Uh, oh Ma , yes…..” Raj said, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips down onto hers.
Raj was passionate and in experienced and Namratha slowed him down “Slowly darling, we have time” and kissed him slowly leading him on by nibbling on his lips, opening his lips sucking his lower lips and slowly giving him her tongue. Raj learned fast, and they kissed. Their lips opened fully and their tongues sparred as they hungrily kissed, sanctifying the incestuous communion they had just created.
Namratha broke the kiss. They were panting. “Go to my room darling” she said, with a bit of her mother voice.
As Raj entered his mothers’ bedroom his hear skipped a beat. It was not her bedroom anymore. It was their first night chamber. His mother had spread a new satiny red bed sheet on which white Jasmine flowers were sprinkled. The room smelled nice with incense sticks.
He turned around and saw his mother coming with a tall glass in her hand.
He took the milk and drank half and gave her the glass back. With a shy smile his mother drank it and set the glass aside. She went and closed the bed room door.
“There is no one at home, but it feels nice to close out the external world” she said turning back to her son.
She came towards him as raj opened his arms. They embraced and Raj felt her whimper.
He kissed her forehead – and slowly removed the saree pallu from her head. She smiled at him. She held his face.
“My darling” she whispered. “I love you”. She brought his face down and they kissed again. It was so natural. She felt her son hands trying to get in between their bodies she let him and groaned as he caressed her naked belly and squeezed her flesh.
Finally, several long moments later, they broke, gasping for breath. Raj was hard and his pyjama was tenetd.
Namratha saw that and bit her lips.
"He's certainly impatient today," she murmured as he gently kissed her again.
"He's had to wait four days," he grumbled. "He's ready to go."
"Well tonight he can” she giggled and started undoing her ornaments.
“The jewels look great on you Ma” Raj murmured watching her.
“So should I leave them on” She teased keeping away her chains and undoing her other ornaments.
“keep some” he suggested.
“What about my saree” she asked.
"Oh Ma…… I think you're just trying to stall," he complained and caught her hand. He pulled her to him and they kissed hard. He tried to removed her saree and she stopped him
"Let me darling” she told him, moving over to foot of the bed and un pinned her saree.
“Do you think I am pretty Raj” she asked as she removed her saree from her pallu.
“Oh Ma – your are the best, I mean it, I have always found you sexy, so so sexy” he said taking in the beauty of her – with the saree gone she was clad in a red blouse and matching petti coat. Her bosom was so sexy heaving in anticipation for him.
“And I have seen it in your eyes that you like these” she teased caressing her bosom and slowly un doing the hooks.
“Oh yes Maa, I have always” he groaned as she peeled off her blouse. She was wearing a sexy lacy pink brassiere which could hardly contain her huge mammaries.
Namratha pulled the string and stepped out of her petty-coat. Clad in her bra and matching pink panties she looked so sexy that Raj just stared at her with pure lust.
He got up and his mother came towards him. She was in front of him and he could see the dark shadow of her nipples, the light sheen of sweat on her smooth alabaster skin. He just drank her in. She moved closed and he embraced her. He felt her body her semi nakedness against him.
He kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back. His hands roamed over her naked back side marveling at the smooth feel of her flesh. His hands came down and cupped her buttocks tentatively. She kissed him harder and he squeezed harder.
She pushed him off and undid the buttons of his Kurta. He took it off and she pulled off his vest. He felt good as his mother looked at his firm body with love and lust. “You look so good my Raj” she murmured giving him a kiss on his chest. He hands came down and rested on the protrusion of his pyjama. With a smile she pulled the strings off, and he removed his pyjama stumbling in his hurry.
She smiled and looked at him – standing in front of her with his underwear tented obscenely. She murmured “Show me and I will show you”
He removed his underwear, and groaned as he saw her reaching back to remover her bra. In a swift motion she removed her brassiere and then bent down and pulled of her panties.
Mother and son were naked. She opened her arms and he went to her taking in her raw sexuality, her heaving tits, the deep navel, and her sex, covered with curly back hair.
She slowly moved closed rubbing her erect nipples on his chest. He groaned as she pressed her to him. His arms went around her and they came together naked.
Raj could not believe how good her body felt. It was soft, silky and he was in heaven. Holding the perfect round cheeks of her beautiful ass cupped in his hands, he pulled her against him as he pushed his steel-hard cock against her soft, pliant belly. As he did, she thrust her big, soft breasts against his chest, burning holes into it with her rock-hard nipples.
Namratha kissed him hard and moved back to the bed.
"Mother, I can't believe how beautiful you are," he groaned as she lay on her back, her legs spread, waiting for him.
With her lovely charms spread out before him in all their splendor, he knew he would have to struggle to keep from coming the moment he touched her.
He crawled on to the bed, and kissed her forehead, and moved down to her lips, she took his hands while they kissed. She broke the kiss and whispered. “You don’t have to ask now darling, I am your woman, love me, love my body” she kept his right hand on her left breast. He nodded.
He kissed her neck and she arched her back. Both his hands covered her breasts. He marveled at their size and his fingers found her nipples. He bent down and kissed above her chest, moved down to her cleavage.
Namratha groaned as she felt her son kissing her breasts. He was soon un controllable kissing her breasts all over, licking her once and seeing her positive reaction licking her all over and finally over her nipples.
Raj was in heaven – this was one of his best fantasizes, he loved her breasts, and when his lips closed over her nipples he looked up at her.
‘Yes baby” she whimpered with tears of joy. He sucked her slowly at first and then with passion. It was so erotic, he wanted more and more. He alternated between her breasts kissing and sucking, his tongue lashing at her nipples again and again.
Namratha was wet and in a sensual trance at the onslaught of her son on her body. Her vagina was wet and she wanted him, she wanted more than just loving of her breasts. She wanted her son in her.
She pushed him off slowly. “Oh Raj…you are so good baby” she told him looking at his wet face “you like them so much? Beta”
“Yes Ma, they are so, so good, it was so nice to ” he told her bending down to suck her again.
Namratha laughed and her hands held his penis. “I can see that” she sighed. His cock throbbed as she squeezed. He looked at her with love and lust and longing. He wanted her.
She reached under the pillows and brought out the condom. Raj groaned. “Oh Ma, can we, I mean we….”
She laughed and scooted over to him and put the condom over his penis. “Yes dear, why did we get married for? Don’t tell me you are afraid to go ahead” she teased
He groaned as she lied down opening her legs. He saw her then in all her glory, the wet lips of her vagina opening as she spread her thighs.
"Come-...come to Mother. Come to your new wife and make her happy again," she softly said, holding her arms out to him, inviting him down into the treasure waiting between her outstretched legs. “Ma is wet and ready for you my Beta, my love”
"God!" he groaned out, crawling up onto the bed and up between her legs.
Staring down at her big tits, he watched them jiggle softly as she reached down and grasped his cock. Then he slowly eased down into the middle of the M formed by her lovely, spread legs. Gently, with the tips of her fingers, she guided the rounded tip of his cock down into the hot socket that lay at the very bottom of her pussy. Raj told himself, this is what I wanted always, he was going to make love to her.
He groaned with pleasure as he felt her pussy welcoming him. It was un-believable she was hot and pliant, but her lips held on to him like a sheath. “Slowly Raj, its been long since Ma did this, and you are so much bigger than your Papa”
Their eyes bore into each other – as he entered her. Namratha let out a loud whimper as her lips stretched and accepted him. He stopped afraid that he had hurt her. “Ma, aaaaah, are u uh ok”
She smiled at him and left his buttocks, “Yes baby, I am, it feels so good baby, it feels so good mmmmmmmm”
Raj was living the moment to the fullest. He felt pride, love, and pure lust for the woman under him, his mother now his lover.
"We both need this, baby" she murmured as he slowly fed his cock down into the warm depths of her clutching cunt. "Your new wife likes your manhood"
"You just tell me what my wife likes," he smiled down at her as their bellies gently nudged up against each other. "And I'll do whatever my dear, sweet wife tells me."
“Then make love to me” she goaded him thrusting her hips out.
Slowly, lovingly he began to work his big cock in and out of the tight, velvet-lined sheath of her cunt.
Squeezing her thighs against him, she let his hips rub up against the slippery smoothness of her thighs as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. Raj had never imagined that a woman’s pussy would be so hot, so tight, and so unbelievably wet. He couldn't believe it was the same pussy that his big head had came out through when he was born. How could such a wondrously tight opening allow that and still be tight enough to bring a man such pleasure? It was another miracle of womanhood...
Locking his elbows, he stared down at his mother as she looked back up at him with love pouring up out of her sultry, black eyes. Bringing his eyes down, he watched her big tits slowly undulating up and down in rhythm with their slow fucking. Moving his eyes down further, he giddily watched his big cock, glistening wetly with his mother's juices as it slid in and out of her hot pussy. It seemed to him that their bodies were a perfect match, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
Spreading her legs wider, she dug her heels down into the mattress and tilted her pussy up, letting him slide even deeper into the squishy depths of her pussy.
Using her legs, she hunched up at him every time he drove his cock into her, making wet slapping sounds when their bodies met.
His mother, his wife, his soul mate, he thought as he picked up the pace a notch. Still watching the thick, juice-slathered shaft of his cock sliding in and out of the wetness between her legs, he bent down and kissed her with passion.
"Faster, honey, faster," she mewed out, grabbing him by the hips, pushing and pulling on him to make him fuck her faster. "Ma needs to come."
"Make...Ma ..come," he grunted out, moving his hips back and forth faster and faster as he drove his cock down into the clutching heat of her cunt. "Make-my-wife-come."
Now her tits were sloshing up and down wildly as he hammered his cock into her and she thrust herself back up at him. Their groins were covered with hot, sticky pussy-juice as her cunt spewed it out in gushes. Raj couldn't believe there was so much of the goo as their bodies churned the gooey mess into frothy white gunk. Wonder what it tastes like, he dizzily asked himself, pumping his cock into her harder and harder? I'll find out as soon as I come. I'll eat her out and lick it all off her beautiful pussy.
Then he felt her sharp fingernails dig into his hips as she jerked him down into her as deep as he would go.
"MyyyDDarrrlinnnggggg," she groaned out as her hips began to quiver and shake. Her muscles straining, she dug in her heels and pushed herself against him as she writhed through her orgasm.
Raj watched her face contort into a mask of agony, drool running out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek. Eyes rolled back into her head, she grunted softly as she humped her pussy up at him and clutched at his buried prick. He could feel the hot juice spewing out of her pussy as it dripped down onto his froth-covered balls dangling down below him. Her breasts were trembling and quivering, her big nipples so swollen and hard, they looked like they were about to burst. On and on it went for her, as Raj felt every wave of pleasure wash through her cunt making it clutch at him.
So this is love, he giddily told himself. Not Mother-son love. This was the real thing. Man-woman love. This was the love a man felt for his woman, not his mother. She was his woman now...
Finally, with one last choking gasp, she began to soften and give way, easing her butt back down onto the mattress. Withdrawing her claws from his hips, she looked up at him trying to make her eyes refocus.
"That...that...was unbelievable, never like that before...never," she gasped, trying to catch her breath again as another dribble of spit trickled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek.
"Oh Ma…. I love you…. I'm so glad I can make you happy now," he murmured looking at her. "It makes me feel so good to make you come."
"I don't recall ever feeling this happy," she said, smiling up at him with love pouring up from her eyes. "Never...ever."
"I'm glad," he said, leaning down and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
Finally, he lifted his lips from hers and began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her sopping pussy once again.
"Wait...wait," she murmured, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him away. "Let...let me do you now."
Grinning down at her, he eased his dripping cock back out of the juicy hole between her legs. With his cock jutting out wet, stiff, and hard, he crawled over her leg and flopped over onto his back.
She quickly struggled up to her hands and knees, her big tits wiggling down below her as she straddled him. Leaning over him, she reached back down between her thighs and grabbed his big cock. Pulling it up, she slowly dropped her hips, settling her dripping pussy down onto the head of his jutting cock. Staring down at him, she eased her pussy down, consuming his entire cock with its steamy core.
Then she began making little grunting sounds as she jerked her hips back and forth, impaling herself on his thick, hard cock.
His goo-covered cock sloshed In and out, in and out of his mother's wet cunt as he reached up and latched hold of her heaving breasts. Her nipples seemed even harder than before, if that was possible, as they stuck out of the darkened cup of pebbled flesh tipping her tits. Pinching the berry-sized nipples between his fingers and thumbs as her tits quivered and danced , he roughly tweaked and plucked at them. The tip of his mother's tongue crept out from between her lips as she concentrated on the fucking of his man-sized cock with her hot pussy.
Nuhhhh-nuhhhh-nuhhhh," she grunted, working her hips back and forth faster and faster as Raj humped his cock up into her in rhythm with the fucking motion of her hips.
Her pussy was wetly clinging to his cock as it slithered in and out of her clutching cunt, coating it liberally with her hot juices. Her cunt was so slippery and soft, it felt like it was made out of velvet, he thought, thrusting himself up into her harder. Just as before, he could feel her hot juices being squeezed out around his pistoning prick as the hot goo dripped down onto his big balls dangling down between his thighs. It felt like she was pumping it out by the bucketfuls as more and more of it poured out of her, splattering his belly and thighs with the gooey stuff. With her head thrown back, her eyes clenched shut, she was breathing heavily as her beautiful ass slashed back and forth. Her ravenous cunt was consuming his pistoning cock up to the hilt on every lunge.
Then, Raj saw it mother long, black hair moving with her coming infront of her body partially covering her breasts. She collected them and tied her hair in a quick bun. There wasn't even a pause in the rocking motion of her hips as she continued to hump her pussy back and forth on his cock. Watching her gorgeous tits quiver and undulate he held on to her soft midriff caressing her body.
Raj was in an euphoric daze as his mother's cunt slid back and forth on his stiff prick. He could tell that she was nearing the finish line once again as her muscles were tensing and growing harder.
"Yeah-come-come, Mother-come-come on my cock," he muttered out, humping his cock up into her pussy as it jerked back and forth.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," she muttered out, her hips jerking spasmodically for a few seconds before she lunged backward, impaling herself to the limit on his cock. "Goddddddddddd!"
Holding herself shoved back onto his cock, she began to babble and writhe as her whole body shook. Then she bent down, almost in a fetal position, thrusting her breasts against his chest as she devoured his mouth with hers. Her mouth wide open, her tongue twisting and probing into his mouth, she kissed him with such passion, he thought he was going to explode. He had never been kissed so frantically. It was almost cannibalistic, he feverishly thought as they hungrily kissed. At last, making soft mewing sounds, she lifted her mouth from his spit-slathered lips.
Jerking her hips forward, she pulled her pussy off his jutting cock and quickly rolled off him.
"You...you come...you come in me...please," she groaned, quickly rolling over onto her back, kicking her legs apart and pulling him down between them.
Raj quickly moved in until his stiff, juice-drenched cock was in the perfect position to penetrate the dew-covered opening between her legs. Grunting, he lunged forward, thrusting his cock down into the hot depths of her pussy, burying it all the way up to the hilt. Then, like a madman, he began to pound his cock down into her pussy as hard and fast as he could.
Now it was his turn, he deliriously thought. His turn to empty his balls moving in the birthing chamber that lay between her legs.
A spasm of pleasure tore through his cock as it began to pulsate and spurt out its virulent seed deep inside his mother's womb into the condom. The thick, sperm-filled cream spewed out like water from a broken water main.
The spasms of pleasure continued to jolt through his cock, making it pulsate and spurt until there was nothing left to eject out into her hungry pussy. His mother, his wife, his lover took all he gave and wanted even more as she pulled him down onto her.
Her pussy sucked and pulled on his cock, hungrily milking it, trying to extract every last tali-lashing sperm from it. He had never felt so drained, so empty of essence. She had completely depleted him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her. Once again, her open mouth found his and her tongue probed against his as they hungrily kissed, trying to get their fill of each other but failing miserably...
They could never satisfy their need for each other. Their love was too consuming. If only he could become her. Live inside her body and feel what she felt. Then he would know how to please her. Please her and make her life whole again. Then she would never want again. For anything! He would see to it that her every need was fulfilled even before it became a need. He loved her that much...
“Thank you Ma” he murmured, as he climbed out his cock a little subdued after all the action.
“You are welcome my son” she smiled at him still panting from the hot sex.
"I love to watch you come, as much as loved my own cumming" he said lying down near her. "It's so erotic. Just knowing that I can make it happen for you, is so...so fucking exciting. Making my own Mother come...Wow...what could be more, more, I don't know...but it's an awesome feeling."
“And you have given me the best I ever had, by a big margin my son, now I want to live for you, and love you, there is so much I want to do with you my love, so many things” she said placing her left leg over him a laying her head on his chest.
Raj caressed his mother his mind already thinking of these things that they will explore.