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My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.“O son! She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.“O my lovely son! You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now.

O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots.

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.

Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. My sushma”“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily“O son!

I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes.

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.

My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving.

”I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I need you so much”Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. She came close to me and said.“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father.

Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton.

My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.

He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving.

”I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I need you so much”Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. She came close to me and said.“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father.

Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton.

My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.

He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife.