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.
I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked.
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.
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.
O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots.
I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times.My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving.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. 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.I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.