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My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory.
I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked.
Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty.
I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine.
She then bites her lip and said,“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now.
Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck.
I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times.
He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.
But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Mummy …ko dudhu do na Le beta…jitna marzi le na My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin.
At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.“munnu (my nick name)! You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…I went to her room. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for. I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection.
This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A. My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. While rubbing my hand on one of her chuchies I ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth.
This time it is a true story of real love and lust between a mother and son which happened in India. So read carefully because there might be another mommy lurking in the corner for you. I was just out of class tenth and so far I had studied in a boarding school. Her chochies r not that big but they are shapely and inviting. My stepbrother vijay and sister mannu were sleeping in the other room. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.