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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.
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.
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As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip.
Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty.
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.
I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Wait till we are married”And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. 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. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. That’s the cheapest murphy bed available, not to mention its modern elegance.And the best part is that it is so easy to build, all you will need is a power drill.