A mother's love

By: ISS


I never thought I would treat my mother Heena as a woman until the day
she made me realise I am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad
died leaving me and my mother everything he could leave. As a result we
have a house and some good cash in the bank. I am a state government
employee earning a high salary. All my life I have been reckless when it
came to handling house chores. I never bothered about them. I had my dad
to take care of outside activities and my mother, inside the home. So I
literally lived a no-responsibility life. So when my dad left us, I
guess mom had to do all the work. She might have coped well probably for
a month or so as she never complained. But one day, she just bursted on
me. She cursed me I am irresponsible and a no-good wonderer and this and
that. She told me that I am the man of the house and I should take care
of all the activities my dad used to do to the household. I felt bad for
mom and from then on I started looking into household activities. I got
into this household activity groove pretty quickly as I was taking care
of all the outside activities and mom never complained again. Every
thing was going well. Well atleast until I realised mom is also a woman.

I still remember that day. I came early from work and since mom didnot
open the door for me, I used the key to get in. I heard the showering
noise from our bathroom so I went to my room to lay all my stuff. The
shower noise stopped and heard mom go into her room. I walked out of my
room and strolled towards our lounge passing mother's room. The door was
not closed properly so I took a casual look. There is mom in her wet
petticoat tied around her waist and naked on the top. I might have seen
her naked titties before but never saw her in that position. She looked
beautiful and voluptious! Mom is an average plumpy lady. Her big boobs
are bit saggy and her waist is a bit broad. Her shape is common among
most housewives in India. Her sexyness was more displayed with her wet
petticoat cliging onto her buttocks and her body is moist with some
after shower sweat. I quickly turned and walked away before my mother
could notice and after few minutes I yelled making my presence known.
Mother acknowledged and we had a usual talk.

After that sexy scene of my mother, I always visualised her half naked
and with petticoat everytime I saw her. My attraction towards her grew
day by day and I started finding opportunities to peek on her naked
flesh. I even started masterbating thinking about her. It was at this
instant, I realised dad had left me another thing other than the house
and cash. It was my mother and her lovely body. The best of all
inheritances. One evening we got a hindi movie on video and watched it.
It was a low budget movie on extramarital affairs. It was low budget but
the scenes were HOT! They never showed naked bodies but they were
kissing the blouse covered breasts and lifting the saree and putting
their hands inside! We both were very excited. I could notice mother
breathing heavily and I could feel her HEAT! After the movie, we just
discussed a little about it and went to our rooms for a much needed
masterbation. Even after relieving myself a couple of times, I could not
sleep. I felt frustrated thinking about the movie and my mother.

I decided I had to do something. I sought of got an idea that since I am
the man of the house, sex should also come with the standard package. I
need to satisfy the woman of the house sexually and she should satisfy
me. Thats the only thing I have not been doing from my dad's household
activities....taking care of his woman. I also knew that the woman is
also my mother and she will not accept me as her sex partner. I somehow
had to convince her that I am willing to fill her when she needs a fill
and I am sure she will not accept it if I propose to her. So the best
thing would be to force her the first time. Once she gets laid forcibly,
she will accept the situation and allow me to be her lover. The idea, as
I was thinking, shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as I felt it
acknowledging my thoughts.

I slowly got out of my room and walked to my mom's room. The door is
closed but not locked. I pushed the door and went into her room. There
she is, sleeping on her back with her face facing away from me. Her
loose end of the saree has crumppled up covering only one blouse covered
breast. Her other breast is fighting very hard to come out of the
blouse. Her blouse hooks are tight and barely holding on the blouse. Her
bare stomach is beautiful and moving up and down slowly to her breathing
rhythm. Her legs were held together and here saree on her is twisted
everywhere but fully covered. She is sleeping on a single bed as she
gave me their double bed after my dad died. I have decided that if I
ever copulate with my mother it will be on the bed where she always been
copulated. It will be on the same bed my dad entered her and fucked as
her husband and her man. It will be on the same bed where her man of the
house always fucked her. So without even waking her up I just grabbed my
mother's hand and pulled it to get her up the bed.

Mom woke up in shock as I managed to pull her out and before she could
know whats happening I just dragged her by hand into my room. After
entering the room I left her near my bed, went to the door and locked
it. Mom got to her senses although I would think she is still half
asleep. Before she could say "What!" I caught hold of her paita (loose
end of the saree) and pulled it towards me. Mom tried to hold on to it
but in vain. The whole saree got unwrapped as I pulled. By now mom must
have come to her senses as she madly tried to keep the saree on. Before
we both could realise, her faithful saree separated from her body and
mom was left only her blouse and petticoat. My lust has overcome my
'sonly' insticts as I kept enjoying my mother's situation as every man
in India's dream to see a woman in her underwear. Mom started crying by
now as I lunged on to her to pull her towards me and kiss her on her lips.

She struggled to avoid my kiss but I held on to her. Once I finished
kissing her she just released herself from me and ran to open the door.
By the time she held on to the door lock I ran towards her and grabbed
her by the waist with one hand and the otherhand caught her hand
attempting to open the lock. Finally she spoke "Why are you doing this
to me!". I told her "Because you told me I am the man of the house!"
struggling to hold on to her. "But I'm your mother," she said, tearfully
twisting and turning. "You're the woman of the house too, aren't you?" I
said, and continued without waiting for a reply. "Mother, I suggest you
to stop this and lie down on that bed there and get ready for me." I
held on to her waist and quickly I sprung open my lungee (sarong) as my
cock sprung out stiff. She looked my cock and then dragged her eyes to
look me in disgust. Before she could talk anymore, I grabbed both her
wrists, pulling her towards me. Then I twisted so she turned around, her
back to the bed. I then pushed her on to the bed as she laid on her back.

She screamed as she fell on the bed while still crying. "What do you
want from me?" she sobbed. I said nothing and just stood there enjoying
her underwear covered body. She started to get up - I think to get away
from me again but I grabbed her petticoat to pull it towards me. She
must have wore an old one as it started tearing away along her waist
where she tied her petticoat with a string. It took me several pulls
between my mother's crys to tear her petticoat as it was giving way. It
tore finally, and came away, leaving her naked waist down in just her
petticoat piece tied around her waist. That was the firstime I ever saw
my mother's bush. My birth place and a forbidden part for a son to see.
Her bush between her legs appeared to me like a place of enjoyment
rather than a place of respect. By now she started to cry more as I
moved on to her a she was struggling and twisting sideways to cover her
womanhood, pushing me to try to get me off her, pulling up her knees and
using them to hide her body. I did not listen to her cries. Infact I
liked her cries. I liked her tries to resist me! It made me feel really
like the man of the house. Some more struggle and again she was flat on
her back, with me standing over her, enjoying just looking at her.

I squatted on her thighs, leaning forward slightly. I took her wrists,
one in each hand, and brought them together. I caught both her wrists in
one hand, holding them above her head, pinning her to the bed. With the
other hand I began to open the hooks of her blouse holding onto the two
ends between her breasts. Mother is still crying pleading me not to do
anything but she stopped struggling. I tried unhooking her blouse hooks
but they are more a struggle than I expected. So I just pulled the
blouse holding the inside of the blouse. Since the hooks were alrady
tight, they just came off snapping and I could hear my mother cry more
for every snap of a hook. I had to pull hard to snap the last hook but
with that force the two end of her blouse hurled away revealing her big
breasts. Her tits drooping on either end of her body. That was the
instant I felt the best in my life. My mother underme, naked and on bed.
I looked at those breasts whose nakedness has fed me when I was a child
and also prompted me to lust for my mother when I am a grownup. I slowly
bent myself to take one of her nipple into my mouth. Mother cried more
but did nothing. I licked, and sucked both the breasts. It was a great
experience preying on my dear old mother's wonderful and juicy breasts.

My mother stopped her resistance by now so I started enjoying her naked
body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful body everywhere I could
and it was great. Then I finally turn my vision to the spot between her
legs. The spot where I came to this world and where I can fulfil my lust
to make myself a man to my mother. I used my legs to part her legs by
pushing them outward and set myself comfortibly between her legs. Mother
though did not put any pressure. She just laid there with her head
turned to one side and her eyes closed. I ran my free hand over her
mound and inserting my index finger into her vagina. Her vagina is still
dry as I started finger-fucking her. It didnot take long before I could
feel her juices oozing out as I increased my rhythm. I kept finger
fucking her for a while before I decided she is ready for the ultimate
reunion. Still holding her hands above her head, I leaned on her body so
I was covering her body with mine. With my free hand I felt between us,
took my cock, and began to guide it towards her cunt.

As I reached her entrance I paused and touched her entrance my tip of
the cock. I felt shivers along my spine as I unioned with my part of my
mother's flesh with her flesh again. That was the time I contemplated
the sin I am committing. I will be committing incest with my mother and
a new type of bond between us. I am entering her cunt where there is no
return. I could not wait anylonger as I pushed forward. My dick entered
her cunt. I pushed even harder. I heard my mother gasp, and cry a
little, as I pushed inside her completely. I then held there, for a
while enjoying my sexual union with my mother. I let go her hands to
balance myself for a long fuck. Mom didnot even move the hands as she
might have thought its all over for her. She is being ravaged
nevertheless. I withdrew my dick a bit and pushed forward again. Mother
stayed still. I drew back again this time to be out of her and thurst
back again. Mother gasped.

Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted.
Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking
her. I am fucking the same cunt my father has used to quench his lust
and flooded it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread
the same legs my father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to
make the same woman my dad made as woman of the house. I am squeezing
the same breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to feed me as a
baby. I am enjoying the same body I shared when I took shape in her. I
am reaching the same inside of my mother where I was spawned. I am
kissing the mouth that had given me guidance, sweared on me and
encouraged me. It felt great, that I am using the same woman that loved
me motherly to love me sexually. I am showing my gratitude towards her
upbringing by ravishing her cunt with my dick. After few more strokes, I
felt my balls exploding gobs of semen I have been storing for her. I
humped on to her vigourously before I came. I could not help stop but
gasp as I shot my wad into her. I could feel my semen flooding mother's
vagina as I reached my climax.

Our sexual act is complete as I laid on my wonderful mother fulfilled
and gasping for my breath. I could hear my mother too is breathing hard.
Our naked bodies still connected together with my chest firmly pressing
her naked breasts. My cock by now started getting limp but still inside
her transfering the last remains of my semen. Mother still said nothing
and laid the position. I didn't have enough guts to look at her face. We
both made no moves to untangle as my exhaustion slipped me into deep
sleep. The next morning when I got up, mother is not seen anywhere. I
was still lying naked on my bed. My sarong is still on the floor but no
signs of my mother's clothes. For a moment I thought it might have been
a dream and started looking for some evidence on the bed. I found some
long strands of my mother's hair on the pillow beside mine. I got little
assured and looked for some sex-liquid stains on the blanket. I did see
three dried stains where the cloth was stiff. I had a chill running
through my spine as I realised its not a dream. I felt a lot a guilt. I
could not find enough guts to walk outside my room. I stayed there as
long as I could. Good it was a Sunday. After few hours my mother knocked
on the door to get me up as it is approaching noon. It was after her
call, I had a bit of my confidence back in me.

I quickly went into the bathroom for my morning chores. I tried to avoid
my mother for another half an hour or so until she called me to eat my
lunch. That day has been a horrible day for both of us. We never talked.
Infact the silence continued for a few more days. Good thing I have a
job to go to otherwise I would have become mad with her silence. During
these hostile days my mother visited our neighbours and nearby relatives
quite a lot. Possibly just to be away from me I guess. After threes days
of constant silence I decided I have to put an end to this. After our
dinner on thursday, I told her I am Sorry and never meant to hurt her!
She just said its OK but after few seconds, she just burst into tears. I
felt very bad. It took two more days to get back to normal. The normalcy
of our mother-son physical contact never returned though! She always
tried to stay farther from me and locked her room when she changed or
went to sleep. We continued with our lives that way. Another Two weeks
after things got normal, my mother went to a movie with her friends. I
knew she was going to a movie because she asked me some money for the
movie as I was going on a two day trip to a nearby village on work. When
I got back the following day from my trip, things were different at home.

My mother got dressed beautifully in a very nice saree and she had
flowers in her hair. Normally widows never wear flowers in their hair.
She is also seemed to be in a good mood. I was happy but also shocked to
see her that way. There was a lot of contrast between the mother I left
for my trip and the mother I am looking at right now. She also received
me well, and asked a lot about my trip. Slowly I also lost my hostility
and interacted with her freely. I was glad mom is back to normal. After
the dinner she insisted me to take shower and go to my room. I
reluctantly had my shower and went back to my room. Then my mother
ordered me not to come out of the room and lay on the bed. I tried to
refuse saying I am not sleepy yet but she screamed at me to do as she
says. I didnot wanted to upset my mother again. So I went to bed
half-hearted. Few minutes later I heard my room door open only to see my
mother well dressed in a yellow saree with a glass of milk in my hand. I
was shocked to see her that way. She is all dressed up and reminded me
of a bride. Normally the newly-wed brides enter the room that way with a
glass of milk.

For a moment I thought it can't be!!! I could not believe my eyes! I
also thought it might be a prank trying to get back at me for raping
her. As she entered she locked the bedroom door, came to me and handed
to glass of milk. I took it politely and drank the milk. She then told
me "Your mother is now ready to become your woman if you wish to do so!"
I was shocked to hear it! I also need to confess how much those words
have caused a twitch in my cock. I could not believe my own mother is
inviting me to fuck her! It took me few minutes to get my thoughts back
on track as I could see my mother still waiting before me for an answer.
I didn't know what to do at that moment. My mother is looking like an
elderly woman just married. She is proposing me to take her as my woman
and my dick is throbbing for her pussy. I could not do anything but to
say "YES! YES!" lifting myself from the bed to hug my mother.

We had a passionate kiss as we moved on to our bed. This time we both
were suttle and exploring in our lovemaking session as I opened my
mother's blouse to enjoy her juicy breast amidst my mother's moans which
I never expected I will hear from my mother. She didn't wear any
underwear so I just lifted her saree to her waist to get access to her
now wet cunt rather than removing her saree. This time the sex was
devine. As if I am making love to my woman. Until I looked at her face I
never realised I am fucking my own mother. I felt as if I am fucking
Rati, the love godess, herself. Thats why I think they have invented the
saying 'Cover the face and fuck the base!' I could also feel my mother's
enjoyment of sex. The moans, the humps, and the juices. I am seeing and
feeling the other side of my mother whom I never saw before. Before I
realised I am fucking my mother as my woman, I already started squirting
my semen into her wet cunt for the second time. After our juicy fuck
session we just laid on the bed caressing each other. Our physical bond
between our legs is now free but neither of us bothered to set our
clothes back to normal. My mother is still open breasted with her blouse
hanging from her shoulders and her saree still lifted up to her thighs.
We both were lying on our sides facing each other. It was then, we
talked. Mother said "Are you happy now?" I said "More than ever! I love
you mom!"

Mom said "I love you too son! From today I am your woman too! You should
call me Heena when we are alone. You can have my body too when ever you
want!"

I said "Thanks Heena! Sorry if I have hurt you before! I think you a
very sexy woman and wanted to be close to you that way too!" She said
"Its alright! I was in shock to know my son lusted for me and you let me
know that in a violent way" She continued "It was only yesterday I
figured I will take our relationship to new heights! I felt very lonely!
I realised I will be like that forever if I donot do something!
Eventhough it was wierd for me to know that you are lusting for me I
finally could accept it as an another form of love towards me! I even
felt proud that I am turning you on! Thats why I decided I will let you
have my body! You already raped me and entered me where you are
forbidden to enter! I have lost my sheel (chastity) by you and I have
nothing more to loose! If I accept the situation I will be gaining than
loosing! Thats why I proposed!" I said "Heena, my beloved, I am happy
for your proposal and I am also sorry I had to take you through the rape
ordeal! I did not mean to hurt you!" Mom said smiling "I know you
didn't! Thats why I arranged this first night" and kissed me on the lips
as I reciprocated. After the kiss she said "Do you know I am wearing the
same saree in which I married your father? We also had our first night
in the same saree too!" I was so excited as I looked at her saree. "You
mean you are wearing the same saree my father fucked you the first time?"

"Yes! This is the same saree in which your daddy took my cherry! Now I
am wearing it to celebrate my first night with my son" Mother replied.
"Thats great Mom!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe it! I touched and
felt the saree again. I couldn't believe I fucked my mother in her
marriage dress. Heena, my lovely mother, let me fuck her in the same
saree her husband fucked her for the first time. I felt I am the
luckiest son on the earth! I could not wait any longer as I moved onto
my mother again for an another session to show my gratitude towards her.
Since then our relationship has turned into a mother-son relationship
with an extra bond between our legs. Mother moved into my room which
used to be her room when dad was alive. We still left the bed in her
room intact in case if somebody gets curious. We are just mother and son
when anybody is around us. On a normal day she is my mother by day and
my woman by night. Well almost a mother by day. Except for the days our
relations and friends visit us we always slept together. Sometimes
mother used normal mother-son relationship to get us sleeping together.
When we have too many guests mother used to arrange a bed for us in the
bunker we have at the back of the house saying we can adjust! Little
they know that a mother and son can sleep together with their genitals
locked! Mother used to dress like a wife awaiting her husband's return
from work. It was always great to see my mother waiting for me well
dressed with flowers in her head when I return home from work.

She became a wife to me and I am her husband. I am Rama to my mother
Heena. Now a days she also compares my style of fucking her to my
fathers. She tells me I fuck her in different positions which my dad
never did. Few months later, at 43, my mother Heena got pregnant again.
This time with my baby. Her son's baby. I am happy I knocked my dear old
mother. My mother is happy that she still got her husband's genepool in
her stomach. My semen has taken shape in my mother womb. Our baby is due
in six months.


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