How I Fucked My Beautiful Mother – Part 3
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Please read parts 1 and 2 before proceeding further. I received very good feedback for the first two parts, and a reader also gave a suggestion. I might incorporate that in part 4 because this part was already formed in my mind. So let me proceed. The next two weeks were a voyage into heaven – an adventure that cannot come back. Father was in Mysore. He had gone for a week. On the third day after he left, my mother and I had voluntarily had sex and enjoyed it without inhibition. We never talked about it then. But in our minds, we knew that we had three more days of carnal passion for indulging in. But that night after we had finished a great dinner, I fucked mother for the first time. My father called from Mysore to say that the audit was more complicated than he had anticipated, and the company’s accounts were in a mess. He would not be back for a further two weeks. It was my mother who spoke to him. She protested strongly. Seeing her and hearing her speak, she looked like a wife missing her husband and desperately needed his company. How convincingly women can act! Just about three hours back, she had had a passionate sex with her grown-up son. Then immediately after that, she performed Pooja with devotion. Now she was speaking to her husband as if his absence shattered her. Even I thought that she was feeling guilty about what she did this afternoon and that she would rebuff me. She pretended anger and disappointment. She put down the phone and came towards me. I was standing a few feet away, and she hugged me tight and kissed me deeply on my lips. Through my slightly open mouth, she inserted her pointed tongue and played around. Then looking into my eyes, she said with a naughty twinkle, “You heard? Your father will not be coming back for twenty days now. Who knows, you and I might make a baby in the meanwhile.” If I was disturbed because I had plans for the night, the fear dissolved. My cock got an instant erection as I kissed her roughly again. I caught her delicate hand and placed it on my rock-hard cock under my lungi. She squeezed it and said, “Later, Adi, I have work to do now. We have a lot of time to do what we want,” and walked away to the kitchen. I could not understand her. Was she acting, or did it all come naturally to women? Later after my father returned, the way she kept her intimate relationship with my father and me balanced left me breathless.  Both father and I had the dose of sex we needed, and she served both beautifully under one roof. How she managed the household work, keeping herself beautiful and satisfying two men without one knowing about the other? I learned a lot from her. This helped me trap my beautiful, pious and traditional wife in a long adulterous relationship with her brother-in-law (sister’s husband) later in life. But that is another tale for another day. Now that I knew I had mother all for me to explore and enjoy for the next 20 days, I relaxed. I went to the bathroom and had a relaxing warm bath. I shaved my stubble and my pubic hair off. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, applied some perfumed moisturizer to my cock. I came out into my bedroom and switched on the air conditioner. I sprayed deodorant liberally all over my body and did not dress myself up too much. I just slipped on my underwear and wrapped a fresh lungi over it. I lay back on my bed. It was past 10 PM. I was sure mother would come in soon – and she did. She, too, had had a bath, washed her hair that was still wet. It smelled sweet in a delicate feminine perfume. She was dressed in a white cotton saree with large maroon printed flowers and a maroon blouse. She wore a bindi and no jewelry other than her Mangalsutra, which married Indian women always wear as a sacred symbol of marital fidelity to their husbands. That was another of my mother’s interesting quirks, wearing her marital status prominently even as her son was fucking her cunt off. It was extremely kinky. Or else she was taking great care to see that she never slipped up and revealed her true self to anyone, even unknowingly. She approached my bed and sat delicately. A bit of her ass was touching the bed, her back to me. I had waited too long and was sporting a raging hard-on. I put my arm around her waist and tipped her onto me. She was lying across me, facing up. We remained like that for a minute, silent and breathing deeply. Then she lifted her legs onto the bed and put her head on the pillow, lying next to me. She turned on her side to face me as I, too, turned to her as we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were wide open, clear and innocent. There was no trace of guilt in it, only desire and a thirst for physical satisfaction. She took my lips into her mouth and started chewing my lower lips. Our tongues wrestled with each other, and we exchanged saliva. I pulled her on top of me. We resumed kissing as my hands got busy with her tits, kneading them. I took off her pallu and then unhooked her blouse. She did not have a bra on, and those wonderful tits sprang out. I started rubbing her nipples around between my thumb and forefinger. After a few minutes, I pulled her up, took a nipple into my mouth, and started sucking. After all, as her only son, I had the first right to suck from those heavenly nipples that fed me through the first year of my life. Though my father may have had a right over her cunt, the nipples were mine. I took the other nipple and sucked it too. She was running her fingers through my hair. She got up and got off the bed. Languidly she took off her saree and her petticoat, which she carefully put away on a side stool. In her fresh white panties, she came back and lay beside me. I had nothing much to take off. I took the lungi off my waist and threw it aside. I was in my undies, the hard cock outlined clearly under it. We kissed once again, and then I pulled her panties off as she pulled my undies off. There we were, mother and son, nude on my bed. She was with only her glittering gold Mangalsutra on and with all the lights brightly on. I sat up, supported by my elbows. I looked at her nude body fully as she slightly bit one knee. I put one leg on the side, opening up her cunt for my inspection. After our hurried coupling of the afternoon, this was the first time I saw her cunt in such detail. It was cute and small and with a little bit of trimmed silken hair on it. It looked so beautiful that, unlike in the afternoon when I rushed to eat it, I looked at it in wonder. She spread her cuntlips with the two fingers of her left hand and asked, “Seeing a cunt close up for the first time Adi?” “Yes, Ma, I have only masturbated till now. Never seen a girl nude,” I replied. She used the forefinger of her right hand to point, “These are the outer lips of the cunt Adi,” she said, touching them. “They keep the cunt normally covered. When we are sexually aroused, they swell and open up. The inside becomes bright red and wet.” She parted her outer lips and showed me her insides. There were two petal-like flaps inside, “These are the inner cuntlips, Adi. This here is the clitoris that gives a woman great pleasure when touched or licked. Below it is the pee hole that is visible.” “Then the cunt hole through which your father planted you in me. And through which you came out 26 years ago. Now you can plant your seeds into me,” she said, holding my cock. “Now eat my cunt Adi, like you did this afternoon.” She held my head and pushed it down to her crotch, and she spread both her legs wide open. Her cunt was like an open gash on the flesh. I started licking it generally. Then remembering what she had said about the clitoris, I started nibbling it and licking it. As I picked up momentum, licking it, she was getting aroused. Her cunt started oozing out juice liberally onto my chin and cheeks and her thighs. Suddenly she straightened her legs stiffly and held my face tight against her cunt. Her cunt lips were trembling. The nectar from deep inside her cunt came out in waves drenching the bed and me. She had orgasmed. I watched her cunt as it kept twitching and her juice pouring out. It was clear and had a faint sexy, and pleasant odor. The clitoris, which I could not even see clearly, was now swollen. It was as big as a small rosebud and red. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. I went up and kissed her mouth. She opened her eyes, looking into mine. Her legs were still spread. Her cunt was open, wet, and ready for what she said would be the planting of seed by me. I put my legs on either side of her hips and slid my cock slowly and deeply inside my mother, looking deep into her eyes. My balls were touching her, and I had gone really deep. She was easy to enter because of her wetness but not loose. My cockhead was firmly enveloped in her womb. Her mouth was slightly open, and a string of saliva from my mouth dropped into her mouth. She liked that. “Do that again, Adi, let me drink your spit, your semen, everything you can feed me with,” she whispered. I kept doing that as she kept swallowing gulp after gulp of my saliva. I let it fall into her mouth regularly. I also picked up a slow, steady rhythm below, pulling out and sliding in. The feelings were exquisite. Having fucked thrice that afternoon, I was in no hurry. I kept up my steady pumping, feeding her my saliva all the time. Her mangalsutra was wriggling around on her neck as I pounded her. With my hands, I kneaded her tits as she kneaded my buttocks. Suddenly I felt that I was past the point of no return. “The seed is coming, Ma! Take it fully inside you,” I said. I stiffened and started spurting deep inside her cunt. She closed her eyes and let her cunt relax to absorb my semen fully into her depth. As my throbbing and spurting started to subside, the inside of her cunt began to throb. They were powerful contractions and milked my cock from the root to the tip, leaving it dry. And then her throbbing subsided too. She lay back limp, her face flushed with pleasure and her breasts heaving. “Stay inside, Adi. Soak your cock in my juices. It will rejuvenate you. Your father always does that. He says that my juices are the best tonic for his cock. You will feel good too. Soak it all in.” We were both overwhelmed by a sense of deep satisfaction and relaxation. We must have fallen asleep like that. My limp cock soaking in her cunt. When I opened my eyes, the lights were still on, and she was sleeping deeply. The clock showed that it was 3 AM. I kissed her again and went for her nipples. She moaned and turned to her side. I put my tongue into her ears and started tickling. She woke and held me tight. Then she pushed me off her, went into the bathroom, and shut herself in. After a minute, I heard the cistern flush. She walked out nude. “It was fun, wasn’t it, Adi?” she asked, smiling. “Go pee and come back. I will wait.” I walked into the bathroom and pointed my cock into the bowl. As I was peeing, I felt her walking in. She held my cock from behind, pointing it here and there and spraying my urine playfully all around. She pinched my foreskin and turned me around. Holding my cock again, she said, “finish peeing, Adi.” She directed my stream all over her body. As I was finishing, she suddenly knelt and took my limp cock into her mouth. I emptied my bladder in her mouth. Then looking up at me, she said, “Once more?” I was already getting hard. We fucked twice more before sunrise, and when I finally woke up, the bell was ringing in the Pooja room. I went out nude and saw her bathed and fully dressed, praying as I stood watching outside, nude. Well, I hope you liked the story of my incestuous relationship with my mom. If you have any suggestions on whether I should continue and how this should go, I welcome suggestions. Love Adi (Ericsson)