Hubby Wants Me to Seduce Our Son

Hubby Wants Me to Seduce Our Son


Sitting on my bed I can hear the squeaks coming from his room again. That boy is insatiable; it must be the third time today he has been at it! If only his father had that much stamina I wouldn't be left here listening to my son and getting wet between the legs.

My name is Noreen and I am a 43 year old married woman with two children, both still living at home. But then again why wouldn't they, they have it made here. Both my son, Jeremy and my daughter Lilly are still in college and both hold part time jobs. Since my husband Brad makes really good money at the law firm he works at we let the kids keep what ever they make from their jobs.

I am 5'6 about 170 lbs, chunky but not fat. My breasts are a full and not flabby 38dd with quarter sized dark burgundy nipples that stick out a good half inch when I am either cold or aroused. I was considered a trophy wife back in my younger days and I was proud to be on the arm of my handsome husband. But lately his work had been driving him into the ground and he never seemed to have enough energy to keep me satisfied in the bedroom.

The previous week he noticed my unhappiness and the good husband he was sat me down and talked to me, which leaves me in the predicament I am in now. He knew he wouldn't have the energy to take care of his manly duties for a few more months so he proposed an idea that would keep us both happy. He told me to take a lover until the project he was working on was completed. I told him I could never cheat on him but it was sweet he would go to that extreme to keep me happy.

"Well that is because you're the best Babe!" he said to me.

"I could never just open my legs for a complete stranger and cheat Brad! Besides I like more spontaneous sex and to set up something with a lover would take the passion out of it!" I told him.

"Ya I guess you are right Nor. Okay I think I got it but promise me you won't think I am sick or get pissed off?" He said to me.

"What do you have running through that head of yours?" I saw a little spark in his eyes.

"Okay but remember this is just a thought. I am not saying you should or even have too!" I could hear the excitement in his voice and it made me just as excited.

"What is it Brad?"

"Well you know how Jeremy seems to be perpetually jerking his meat? What if you took our son as your lover? I mean he obviously has the stamina you are looking for, and since he is already here you two could definitely have spontaneous times!"

At first I thought he was just kidding but the look on his face told me he was completely serious. I must have looked quite a sight, my jaw was wide open and my eyes were wide with shock. But the thing that surprised me the most was I wasn't mad or put off.

"Shocked...?" He asked me.

"Uh...Ya! So you want me to take our son as a lover? Isn't that a little weird?" I said to him.

"Sure it is but you must admit it does fit all our needs!"

"Wow," I said, "I am not sure how I should feel about this?" I answered.

"Well take your time but I do have one request?" He asked me.

"What is that?" I asked.

"If you do, umm have sex with Jeremy I want all the sordid details. And by the looks of the nipples poking through your blouse the idea definitely intrigues you!" He said as his eyes dropped to my hardened nipples. A few minutes later he would see just how much the idea turned me on.

"I wouldn't have it any other way! And you're one to talk, look at the bulge in your pants. I think the idea of having our son fuck me has you turned on a little too!"

That is when he grabbed me in his arms and shoved his tongue in my mouth. The idea of me committing such a taboo act had us both hungry and needing some. His hands were all over me and I responded by grabbing for his pants and undoing them. His cock sprang right out, it was harder than I had seen it in months. I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. I slurped it right down deep into my throat and sucked it all the way back up to the throbbing head. My spit left a trail and I slid my mouth back down following the path of spit.

"Oh yes baby suck that cock. Pretend it is Jeremy's and eat it up. My God the way you are sucking me!" I continued my blow job then he pulled my head away from his cock.

"I need to fuck that pussy right now!" He said. He bent me over the bed and took me from behind. When I felt that lovely cock enter my pussy I came instantly. When Brad felt my juices he really let me have it. He was fucking me hard and fast, slamming his cock to the base, his balls slapping underneath me tapping my pussy in perfect time.

"You are cumming all over my cock! I love it; my wife is such a dirty girl! I bet you are thinking it is your son's cock slamming in you? Uhhh does Mommy want her dirty little boy to fuck her pussy hard? Mommy's pussy is so wet and it is sucking my cock"

His words sent me spinning to another orgasm as I thought about my son slamming his cock deep in my pussy.

"Oh God yes Jeremy fuck your momma's pussy...Fuck it hard! Oh God I am coming all over my son's cock!" With that I started shaking and driving my ass back on my husband's cock. My answers to his playing pushed him over the edge and soon I felt his hot cum splashing in my cunt.

"Oh yes Mmmmoooommmmmyyyyyy! I am cummmmmmiiinnngggg in your pussy! Shit yes... your son is going to make you pregnant!" Brad thrust his hips as far forward as he could and grunted as he emptied his seed.

After we finished we cleaned up and talked about more of the details on how and if I could go through with seducing our boy. The ideas spurred our heat on again and for the first time in over a couple of years me and my husband had a two session night.

So now I sit here on my bed, my pussy soaked and my nipples hard thinking about crossing that line with my son as I listen to him masturbate in his room.

What will I do...?

PLAYING WITH MOM AS HER MOTI [Doggy]

PLAYING WITH MOM AS HER MOTI [Dog]

Life is full of strange twist and turns. Like the twist that brought me back to my hometown to live with my Maa, Neetu. I never thought a circumstance would arise where I would find myself invading her privacy. But, she had just gotten divorced and was having trouble making ends meet and I had been laid off from my job as the company moved my job out of the country. Luckily I had found a lower paying job back home but neither of us could make it on our own so Mom invited me to move in with her. We had always gotten along very well and as a kid I had always looked up to her My mom is now at an age of 42 with a bit chubby but sexy figure and good complexion. she had a killer figure for her age- 36-28-38. Her eyes werevery dark and twinkled in good humor.Her clothes clung to her five and a half foot frame accenting her wide hips and large ass perfectly and usually showing a fair amount of cleavage between her large grapefruit sized titties. The guys ogled her body her personality was even more attractive to them. She had a kind and caring personality but was also fun loving. Her smile and sweetness was like a guy magnet. But, since the divorce she had become a bit more gun shy and introverted. After staying with her a couple of months I began to see more and more of the old fun loving Mom returning. This made me very happy. With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek out her hugs and kisses. I began to pay her compliments on her looks at which she would blush. I began to bring flowers for her every day when I come home from work Gradually her clothes got tighter and skimpier again. I never dreamed that there would really be anything between us especially as I was engaged in my own active dating scene. Most weeknights we would eat together and talk about everything and nothing. Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past before she married father. She talked wistfully of those carefree days of her youth of things that could have been. I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to the movies and hotel. At the movies, I would innocently lean against her or hold her hands. Pretty soon, I started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would lean back and rest her head against my shoulders. I knew that she looked forward to our weekends together because she would try to pick a movie well in advance. After the movies, we would go and sit in a park near the theater. From here, one could look at the whole town. We would talklaugh and josh one another. One evening a few months back Mom brought up dogs. She told me reason that she feel loneliness after I leave for work and went on and on about how much she loved puppies and that she was thinking of getting one. After all, dogs love to please their masters and would do just about anything for them. Dogs were loyal and gave the sweetest kisses. A good dog was always at your side and lived to be petted and security too was reason. I just sat there and listened to my Moma attentively go on and on about the benefits of having a dog. As she cleared the table I excused myself to the bathroom. Instead I went to my room and looped a piece of rope in to my pants to make a tail. Then, I put on a headband and carefully folded two washcloths into it making a pair of floppy dog ears. Not a sexual thought had entered my head. I was just going to play around with Maa and show her what a puppy could be like. Peaking into the kitchen I saw her near the refrigerator. I crept closer and then got down on all fours. It was then that she looked over and saw me. I panted and called out, Bow Wow; I'm Moti your new puppy." "Come here Moti, come to mama," Maa responded laughing almost doubling over at the sight of her Beta. I gave a little bark and eagerly scampered over to her side. Gently she patted my head and gave the command to sit. When I sat I noticed my nose was not more than three inches from her crotch. "That's a good little puppy," she praised innocently. She rubbed her hand all over my head and leaned down to pet my back. As she straightened back up her crotch hit my face. She was still playing around and hadn't noticed where I was as she hugged me against her. It was then I got a whiff of her womanly scent. Burying my head into her crotch I inhaled deeply. Before I knew it I found myself nibbling at the crotch of her pants. Now I was ready to hear more about puppies as my cock had grown to full stiffness. At that moment I would have loved to be Mom's obedient dog. Instead of pushing me away she held my head tight against her and petted me just as if I was indeed her dog. Something felt so right about being petted by my Maa. Just as I was getting comfortable with my head buried between her thighs she patted my head and pushed me away. She turned around leaving me the glorious view of her sweet butt. I stepped forward and began to nuzzle her big cheeks just as she walked away in a hurry to the living room. Not sure of what to do I decided to keep playing our little game. Still on all fours I hurried behind her following her to the sofa. Mom was in her own world, not saying anything, as she turned on the TV. Not knowing what my Maa would do I climbed on to the couch just as a dog would and put my head in her lap. In seconds she resumed petting me. Her hand traveled all over my front and back sides including my butt but avoiding my crotch area. A couple of times her hand got close to my mouth so I licked it like a puppy would. After about 45 minutes she sighed and proclaimed, "Moti, time to get my pajamas on and do the dishes." I debated whether or not to follow her to her bedroom. Thinking that this might be pushing things I thought better of it and stayed on the sofa. A few minutes later Mom returned wearing a fairly conservative white silky gown that came halfway down on her thighs. She went directly to the kitchen and ran the water to do the dishes. Playing the game I scurried in behind her on my hands and knees. I got close to her then sat back on my hind quarters and watched her ass move back and forth as she washed and rinsed each dish. Deciding to live dangerously I got back on all fours and took the few steps to her. Gently I licked the backside of her knees a couple of times. Hearing no protestation I licked a little higher. Once my face was under the material of her gown I moved up her thighs faster. Soon I could feel the soft hump of her ass against my forehead and could see that Mom was wearing thong panties. Immediately I began licking all over her beautiful ass cheeks. Before long my tongue was working up and down in her crack around the thin strip of material holding the undies together. I debated pulling off her panties but realized a dog couldn't really do that in this position. Then I thought about ripping the string with my teeth but that wouldn't be behaving like a good dog and might put a stop to everything. So, I licked and nuzzled my Maa's ass managing to circle her anus from time to time. The splashing of the dishes had stopped and Mom had spread her legs slightly as she pushed her ass a couple of inches back responding to my action. I was happy that this was apparently having the desired effect and nipped her butt in celebration before moving down between her legs. I snaked my tongue to the crotch of her thin undies and licked and rubbed my nose all over the surface. Her legs melted a couple of inches further apart. Now I could really lick and suck. Moans of joy came from Mom as she cooed, "Oh Moti, you are a good puppy. You are making mommy very happy!" Soon her ass was grinding in my face as her groaning got louder. I felt her body tense as she came. I had hoped that this was just the beginning but Mom shoved my head away from her and spoke gently, "Moti you are a good puppy but mommy needs to finish these dishes and go to sleep now." Crying just like a sad puppy I sadly walked away on my hands and knees. I went to my room and ripped off my clothes and jacked off wanting nothing more than to be my Maa's dog. I was smart enough to know that when Mom said stop she absolutely meant it and by respecting her wishes I would be amply rewarded in the long run. The next evening nothing was said. It was as if Moti didn't exist. I tried to figure out ways of turning the conversation toward that taboo subject but nothing came to mind. While I did the dishes that evening MomNeetu went to her room and changed for bed before watching reruns on television. When I had finished my chore I walked past the living room on the way to the bathroom and saw her sitting there with her eyes on the screen. The gown she was wearing was a long flowing red silky number. But, what made my eyes pop out of their sockets was the plunging neckline. There really wasn't any cleavage as I could see over half of her large milky white breasts. Springing into action I ran to my room and made myself into Moti. Waiting until I got nearby I sank to my hands and knees and ran as fast as I could and jumped into her lap. I put my front paws on her thigh and panted briefly. Then looking her in the eyes I dove forward and began licking her face just as a dog would. Our tongues met from time to time kissing sensually. As I licked her face she would playfully slap me away until with one of her slaps I found my mouth on the meaty part of her upper breast. Taking full advantage I ernstly began licking her swollen boobies using my nose to nudge her gown from her shoulders. Feverishly I kissed and licked from tit to tit. Mom placed one hand behind my head while the other freely roamed my body. Excitedly I sucked her boobs into my mouth and nibbled on them as Mom found my cock for the first time. Squeezing my cock through my pants Mom moaned, "Moti seems to be a happy boy here with mommy." Nodding my head yes I sucked her tit deeper into my mouth sucking it harder while flicking my tongue over the nipple. The excitement level was too great. Between her moaning and the work out she was giving my cock I came in my pants in less than a minute. About this time Mom had enough and started to get up but not before I kissed her passionately on her mouth again. I guess she felt guilty as she trotted to her room. This time I tried to follow but found her door shut in my face. The next day I got off of work an hour early. The house seemed quiet so I decided to climb in my bed and jerk off. Just as I had finished stripping down to my briefs I thought I heard a noise. Investigating the noises I heard led me to my Maa's room. Her door was closed but I could hear Mom moaning loudly as she played with herself. My cock grew hard when I heard her call out, "Good puppy lick my ass. Oh yes, Moti, mount me make me your hot little bitch. Get that knob inside of me." Running back to my room I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I found my ears and put them on and wrapped a belt around my waist and attached my tail to it. Slowly I opened her door and saw her legs spread wide. She was clothed from the waist up but my eyes focused on her naked hairy pussy. "Moti you make me so hot," she gasped. I climbed between her legs and went down on her pussy as if possessed. I knew looking down that the first thing she would see would be the dog ears. I figured that she would go for it if it were her dog, Moti, rather than her Beta that she first thought of when her pussy was kissed. It worked as soon she was grinding her twat in my face. I voraciously ate her out; licking, sucking and occasionally lightly nibbling and biting. She bucked me so hard that my dog ears fell off. Her pussy tasted so good and she came over and over again. I wanted to plunge my prick in her. I climbed up her body and looked her in the eyes. She looked back at me and her expression suddenly changed. Sadly she said, "Hal, we can't have sex you are my son. Besides dogs don't do it this way they do it doggie style." She gave me no further explanation as she covered herself. I knew she wanted to fuck me but evidently was having trouble handling the taboo guilt of wanting her own brother. As long as I was Moti she could handle it. So not complaining I left her on her own for a while. After dinner that night I put a new plan into action. Back in my room I made her a pair of dog ears and her own tail. For her tail I used a thin drawstring from one of my robes and tied a long piece of silk to it for the actual tail. I walked in placed the ears on her head and quickly tied the tail around her waist proclaiming, "What a cute puppy you are Miss Loli. I'll send Moti right out." Jogging to my room I became MotiMoti in a flash. The game was getting very weird and corny but it was to the point that I would do anything to fuck my Maa. When I returned to the front room Mom had turned off the TV and was on all fours in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her hot red bikini panties. Taking the cue I stripped down to my underwear. Her tits looked huge dangling from her chest. As soon as I joined her on the floor we began to sniff each other. It was like a dance as we sniffed one another's armpits and asses. Then our tongues met in a big sloppy, yet sensual, kiss. Loli [Mom] moved in behind me and used her paws to rip down my briefs which I then walked out of. Then she pushed her head between my legs until she attached her mouth to my cockhead. She sucked and licked me for a couple of minutes but I was hot and bothered and seemed to sense a bitch in heat and had to get inside of her before she changed her mind. I wiggled free of her and turned around and ran my tongue up the sides of her titties. A few moments later I was behind her luscious ass yanking down her panties with my front paws. Her pussy was glistening with her juices. Sticking my tongue out I gave her cunt long swipes licking up that sweet honey. Every time I did this she took a step away and wiggled her ass at me. I decided the heck with this playing around and grabbed her ass with my front paws and began climbing up her back. I finally got my paws on her shoulder blades as my cock brushed against her ass. I paused for a second catching my breath. Thrusting my hips toward her cunt several times my cock finally found her hole and slid right into her pussy. I howled triumphantly, just as I figured I would if I were really a dog, as my balls slapped against her. It was such a nice tight fit and it caused me to moan very loudly, "Loli, oh fuck, we are locked together now! I'm not coming back out until I spill my seed inside of you!" "Uai maa yes Moti, give it to me, give me everything you've got," Mom urged literally panting like the dog she was pretending to be. I used my hands like paws to grab the sides of her breasts and push them together. I slammed in and out of her in short hard strokes as her hips came up to meet me. Our excitement level was so high that in no time we were both cumming. Mom's body shuddered repeatedly with each orgasm while I spilled two full loads of spunk into her. I collapsed back on to the floor and lay on my side. My flaccid cock was glistening with our combined juices. My Maa saw it and came over, still on all fours, and licked it clean. Satisfied and fulfilled Loli took off her dog ears and scampered back to her room and reemerged as Mom a few minutes later. This was my cue to resume our normal life together. So, I too, went back and got dressed and spent the rest of the evening pretending like nothing had happened. When I got home the next evening my dog ears and tail were waiting for me just inside the door. I no more than had them on when my Maa emerged as Loli totally nude. I was still standing straight up when she thrust her chin against my cock. Quickly, I unfastened my pants and dropped them and my briefs to my knees. Her mouth was attached to my erection instantly. I flung my shirt off and patted her head. I wondered where Mom had ever seen a female dog giving a male dog a blow job while he was standing on his rear legs but didn't question it; it felt too damn good. As she sucked I reached down and fondled her tits; juggling them in my hands. It didn't take long before Moti was lapping up Loli's rear end drinking up all of her sweet honey. Soon I had mounted her again and fucked her hard. We both took longer to climax this time as we were both more in control. After cleaning me off Loli dangled her big boobs in my face. I enjoyed the next several minutes licking and nibbling on her twin globes. A few days later there was a tube of lubricant waiting when I turned into Moti. She really got into being ass fucked and would even take a couple of steps while we were engaged like she had seen female bitches do when males mounted them. I held on and just kept on fucking her hot ass. It took about two or three weeks until I was able to make a successful pass at my Maa without having the dog ears on. One night she was cooking dinner wearing black saree & sleevless blouse.I simply waltzed up behind her and cupped her ass cheek and whispered a greeting in her ear. She turned and I softly kissed her barely sticking my tongue in her mouth. Mom looked up and saw that I wasn't wearing the dog implements and just stood there pondering the situation. Finally, she turned to the stove and put down her pan as she turned off the burner. Gently she put her arms around my neck and I pulled her into mine as she whispered, "Hal, make love to me." Our love making that evening was soft and tender. My Maa shared her bed with me as we explored things we hadn't done as Moti and Loli including our first true sixty nine together. From time to time we still have fun playing our game as Moti and Loli love to come out and play.

Mom's Panties

Mom's Panties


My mom is not what you would consider hot. She is in her late 50's, works in an elementary school. In short, she is your average mom and getting up there in age.

She is not thin and has been getting thicker and thicker as she nears the flabby arm stage. Her boobs have always been large and are sagging more and more. If you were to see her in public, you wouldn't even look twice, but for me, she has always been my fantasy.

When I was a teenager, I would look forward to any time she might be getting dressed or undressed. She has always worn high waisted panties that were very silky with bras and half slips to match. Any time I saw her dressed like this, I would have to go to my room and relieve myself. In fact, I was infatuated with her lingerie. I had a stash of her panties in my room and would wear them while I masturbated. If she knew, she never let on.

I'm 25 now and living quite well on my own. I had fantasized less and less about my mom as I grew older since I didn't see her as much, but that changed when I visited my parents for New year holidays.

They had moved into a smaller house and I was staying in the guest room for a week. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I might get the chance to go through my mom's drawers.

On the second night there, I was horny as ever. I was up watching TV and my parents had gone to bed. I was ready to go to the guest room and have a good wank when I thought about the laundry room. Maybe there was a load or two in there and maybe there would be some panties. I turned off the TV and crept over to their door to see if I could hear any voices. Silence.

I walked over to the laundry room and looked around. Sure enough, there was a pile of clothes in a basket. I walked to it and found two pairs of her nylon panties. One pink and one blue. I was ecstatic. I inspected my find and was eager to go to my room and try them on. My back was to the door when I heard someone behind me.

"I saw the light on, honey, what are you looking for?" my mom said.

Shame, shock and fear replaced the horniness I had been feeling. I dropped the panties on the pile and turned around. My mom was in a loose fitting, but very silky nightgown. Her breasts swung freely and I looked up at her.

"Oh, nothing." I said.

"Well, you must be looking for something. Tell me what it is and I can help you look." She said as she entered the laundry room. I was cornered. Caught between her and her panties lying on top of the pile of laundry.

I stood my ground and said, "Oh, well, I'm just looking for a towel."

"We have plenty of towels in the guest bathroom for you."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." I said as I started toward the door.

She said, "Good night honey." I stopped and looked at her. The light from the laundry room was illuminating her nightgown as she stood there. I could see the outline of her body and my cock was reacting. She reached out to hug me and I held her close. As we let go of our embrace, I let my hands fall as low as I could down her back and upper butt. I would give anything to rub my cock along her crack, I thought.

"Good night," I said and walked away thinking I had escaped.

She turned back into the laundry room to turn out the light. In doing so, she was looking straight at the pile of clothes with her panties on top. She let out a loud sigh, but didn't say anything. I kept on walking to try to maintain my innocence.

I had just taken off my shirt when, she walked in the room holding the pair of pink panties I had just been admiring. "Is this what you were looking for?" she asked.

I sat on the bed stunned. "Yes." I said sheepishly. I knew I had to admit to it sooner or later.

She sat down next to me and sighed. We were both quiet for a moment. "What do you like about them?"

I paused, not really sure how much to say, and started, "I like the way the feel. I find them arousing and sometimes I will wear them." She took it in. She had a psychology degree that she hadn't done anything with professionally, but I now felt like her research project.

"What do you think about when you wear them?" She was looking at me as she sat next to me on the bed. I could see her nightgown through the opening in her robe and enjoyed the sight of the silkiness covering her boobs, but this was a tough question.

She spoke again, "do you think about how you look in them or how they feel."

"I think about how they feel against my skin. I imagine rubbing against someone wearing them and caressing them with their silky panties."

"Who are you imagining?" she quizzed.

I paused, looked down and said, "I think about you, mom."

She inhaled sharply not expecting that answer. We were both silent for awhile.

"Is it just panties that you enjoy wearing?" She seemed to have moved on to different topic.

"No, I enjoy your – I mean I enjoy bras, slips and nightgowns too. Basically anything sheer and silky."

"I see." She looked down at the floor, thinking.

"Okay," she continued, "I'm pretty open minded and can accept your passion for my underwear, but I'm not happy about your sneakiness. I want you to get over your shame and embarrassment and dishonesty." She handed me the pink panties she had been holding. "Here, wear these tonight and we will talk some more in the morning. I want you to wear panties from now on, and no more sneaking around."

"Thanks mom," was all I could get out in my shock.

She got up, kissed me on the cheek and left the room.

The next morning I slept in. I had trouble sleeping in her panties as I kept getting aroused. Especially when I thought about our conversation and how she wanted me to wear her panties. I felt a little liberated, but also not too sure how I was going to face my father and the rest of my family. I knew my father would be off at work by now.

I took a long shower and when I left the bathroom to go back to the guest room, my mom called out for me to come to her room.

I walked in and she was in her walk-in closet out of sight. On the bed were 4 or 5 pairs of panties, a handful of bras, slips and other lingerie. I stood in bewilderment.

"Your father's at work for the day and I thought we would find some things that fit you better."

She emerged from the closet dressed only in a black silky bra, black half slip and I assumed panties underneath. My cock got hard at the sight of her. She looked stunning even though her body was not firm, breasts were sagging and a little plump. She was covered in the silky fabric I loved.

"Think of this as an early New year present. For both of us."

"Wow, Mom, you look fabulous." She came over to where I was and took my hands in hers holding them low.

"Thanks dear. I thought a lot about what you said last night and I was shocked, flattered, appalled and delirious with the attention. I guess I need some fun, too." She dropped my hands and wrapped her arms around me for a hug. Her hands went to my ass and mine hers. My cock fought against the towel fabric to rub against her stomach and crotch. I caressed her large ass covered in two layers of silkiness.

"Now, let's find some panties that fit you." She held up a pair of black ones that had lace at the legs and waist. I dropped my towel, springing my cock free and held the panties against my crotch. My mom admired my cock as I rubbed her panties on it. I slid them up my legs and pulled them high. They were large, but I loved the feeling anyway. My mom reached out and caressed my cock, "oh, I think we are both going to enjoy this very much."

After trying on all the panties, we decided on a pair of pink bikini panties that she said she couldn't wear anymore. They fit me perfectly. I gave her a hug again and said, "Mom, you don't know how happy you are making me." I said as I rubbed her ass some more. I then reached up and pulled her face to me for a deep kiss. She kissed me back and opened her mouth. I rubbed my panty-covered cock against her nylon slip.

She broke the kissed and then whispered in my ear, "Honey, you are making me very happy too. I haven't felt this sexy in decades and I'm happy to do this with you. Now you need a nice bra or something on top to caress your nipples."

She had me try on each of the bras and camisoles that she had out on the bed. She decided that I should wear a light green camisole that had some room, but felt great. By now, my cock was dripping pre-cum and had been throbbing for a half hour. She turned around to pick up a half slip from the bed and I couldn't help myself from grabbing her by the hips and grinding my cock in between her ass cheeks. I slid up and down as our lingerie rubbed together. She rubbed back and finally stopped me.

"Anil, you need to complete your outfit. Here put this on." She handed me a half slip in the same light green as the camisole.

She took me by the hand and pulled me to the mirror. Standing behind me she looked at me as I looked at how I was dressed. I couldn't pass for a girl, but the lingerie and my mother's face in the mirror sure had me going. She reached around and rubbed my cock through the material with one hand while the other rubbed my nipples.

Her lips kissed my earlobes and she whispered, "Is this what you wanted?"

"Mmm-hmmm." I moaned.

I spun around and kissed my mom full on the lips. I led her backwards to the bed and lay on top of her. We rubbed our bodies against each other as our foreplay reached its height. My urge to suck was over powering and I unsnapped her bra to free her mammoth boobs. I dry humped her silky crotch while I sucked her nipples. Her hands were all over my back, rubbing the nylon and working there way down to my ass. She had a new passionate energy I had never seen before.

"Fuck me Anil." She said. "Fuck your mother."

I worked my way down from her boobs and lifted her slip up. She had matching black panties on that covered her from the navel down. I ran my hands all over her stomach and ass and ended on her pussy. I pulled her panties to one side and kissed her pussy. Her body quivered as I kissed her and licked her juices.

She pulled her slip down over my head to lock me against her. "Lick me Anil. Kiss your mother's pussy. Kiss me until I come." I didn't need to be told twice. My ass was in the air rubbing against the panties and slip as my mouth devoured her sex. She moaned loudly as I lapped. "Oh, Anil. Oh, oh, oh. That's goooood." She shuddered and pulled her slip harder as she came on my face.

She released her grip and I worked my way up to her face to kiss her. She licked me all over tasting her juices. "Oh, Anil, that was fantastic. I haven't had an orgasm in years. Your father and I, well, we don't do this sort of thing anymore." She kissed me some more and reached down to rub my cock. I was so ready I thought I might come just thinking about it.

She looked at me and said, "What a sexy outfit. I really want you to show your mother how much you like it." She reached down and pulled up my slip to expose my panties. "It really turns me on to reach into your panties." She said as she pulled out my cock. She inserted my cock into her pussy and pulled my ass to her. "Fuck your mother Anil." She whispered. I went to town as her hands caressed my ass through the panties.

I let my load go deep inside her pussy and collapsed on top of her.

She licked my ears and said, "Now you have to play along with my fantasy."

I didn't know what she was talking about. I couldn't even imagine what my mom might fantasize about and after the last twelve hours, it could be anything. "What's your fantasy?" I asked.

"I want to go on a date. With you. And then I want to come home and fuck your brains out."

I'll let you know how that turns out.

Incest Mom-Son Poem

Incest Mom-Son Poem

My handsome son finds my so sexy
He wanted me to buy another mini
And throw out the stupid old maxi
I know he dreams of me in a bikini

With my Tom, my son I went shopping
My top showed armpits, curves, and cleavage
In the market, I saw so many eyes popping
My mini showed my legs but hid my age

Now this is an interesting one
Because this is the sexy story
Of how I posed for Tom, my son
In all my naked, naked glory

It all began on my son's 19th birthday
When I wore a skimpy swimsuit
My God! He wanted me to strip all the way
And pose in my birthday suit

Now take off your bra, mom
I did and stood topless
Remove your panties, said Tom
He wanted me naked and shameless

I had a good look at his cock
He had a huge erection
I gave him a little talk
On the joys of masturbation

Tom was absolutely delighted
He masturbated looking at me
Mummy, he whispered and ejaculated
I cleaned it up with my bikini

My son wants me in Playboy
So hot are his fantasies
Oh God! Such a naughty boy
He masturbates in my panties

Accidentally, I let my son see me
Enjoying myself in the shower
I was naked, no lingerie, no bikini
In his shorts, I saw a huge tower

After many days of tease
I offered him my tits for a suck
My son said, mom please
Can I have your pussy for a fuck

I wanna bang you my sexy mom
He said and grabbed my butt
I made him mother fucker Tom
And he made me a son fucking slut

Oh darling, touch me, feel me
Kiss me, lick me, suck me
Taste me, bite me, eat me
Enter me, bang me, fuck me

Honey pull down your momma's panty
Fuck me hard you mother fucker
Look at momma's cunt and talk dirty
Oh mom, my slut, my cock sucker

Mom you are sexy, hot, beautiful
Slutty, busty, buxom, gorgeous
So damn delightful, lustful, sinful
Voluptuous, curvaceous, salacious

My darling Tom look at me, lust for me
Just how sexy momma is, tell me
Caress me, massage me, arouse me
Fuck me really hard, I'm your mummee

Undress me, strip me, capture me
Fill me with lust, with desire
Heat me, heat me, heat me, heat me
Till my fucking panty is on fire

Romance me, intoxicate me, seduce me
Hold me in your arms and play with me
Gently, slowly, squeeze me, melt me
Run your fingers and hands all over me

Shower your love on my nipples, my tits
My neck, my cheeks, my sensuous rosy lips,
My back, my shoulders, my tasty armpits
My belly, my legs, my thighs, my round hips

Honey, take me, mount me, ride me
Make me shout, make me scream
In your strong arms and legs hide me
Deep in my cunt spill your love cream

Waves after waves, ripples after ripples
Give to me the joys of a bitch in heat
Send tremors through my ass, my nipples
Drive me mad, make me grab the sheet

We were both naked all night
In my pussy he sowed his seeds
He kept fucking to my delight
Taking care of my sexual needs

From dusk till dawn
We fucked in the bedroom
Watched lots of porn
And fucked in the bathroom

I just desire more and more
Of mother fucking sex every night
Like a slut, like a sexy whore
Rip off my panties and fuck me tight

We had sex on a secluded beach
Sultry, sandy, sweaty, naked, wet
Far far away from the crowd's reach
Surely nothing can beat that, I bet

My son has fucked me in the cunt
Now I want him in my ass
While I masturbate in the front
But he has run out of gas

He said, mom I'm really tired now
But honey momma wants more joy
My sleepy son reminded me how
To have fun alone with a sex toy

There's so much fire in my thighs and cunt
For all my energetic son's efforts every night
I dream of being a hooker out on the hunt
For a guy who can fuck me with all his might

Mom's Love for Son

Mom’s Love for Son

Sunil, the twenty year old came home from college, and he seemed a little glum to his 39 year old mother. His mother asked him if he was OK and he gave a non-committal grunt, so she asked if something had happened at college today.
Sunil answered, "One of my old school mates at college with me; and I'm not saying which one, told me today that his mother was a far better mum then you were to me and any of the other guys' mums. And two of my other mates, said they knew what he meant and sort of grinned, winked and nodded at him. Then the three of them said they had a special relationship with their mums. I told them I had a great relationship with you, but they laughed and said it couldn't be as good as theirs."
Sunil's mother Neeta looked at her son and tried to make sense of what he had just said. She felt for him, because she could see that his discussion with his mates had upset him.
"What do you think they meant?" she asked him.
"No idea," he responded as he looked off into the distance as if still feeling the hurt.
"You know, these are guys like me with no dads at home, just them and their mums. They said that their mums didn't need to have boyfriends or a husband at home, because their boys were all they needed," he said looking at her, looking for a response from her.
Neeta's brow furrowed as she thought about what he had just said, believing she understood what these young men were saying, but not really wanting to believe it. 'Where their mothers having that kind of a special relationship with their sons', she asked herself? To think this over Neeta wandered from the kitchen where they had been talking into the lounge room, and sat in her chair.
For the rest of the evening, Sunil seemed distant and it bothered Neeta greatly, he was not only her son but her greatest support and best friend. So, Neeta decided to talk to him about it as he was getting ready to go to bed. She walked into his room and asked if they could discuss the issue. Sunil seemed to brighten and said he would really like to discuss it, so Neeta sat down at the end of his bed.
"What do you think?" asked Neeta.
"How do you mean?" Sunil asked in reply.
"Well, do you think these guys do have special relationships with their mums?"
"It certainly seems they do, and they're really close to their mums. You should see how their mums treat them, like they're really close to their sons you know. You can see that both mother and son are really, really close," Sunil answered enthusiastically.
Neeta heard all he said and was worried that Sunil did not see their relationship as close as his friends and their mothers. "So do you think we're not that close, like your mates and their mums?" Neeta asked, wondering if this was what was bothering Sunil.
"It doesn't look like it. I mean you can see that they really are close; they really like each other you know? Like they want to be with each other -- all the time, and the mums get this strange look on their faces when they talk to or look at their sons, like... I don't know... sort of adoring, you know. Like their son is their whole world," Sunil answered with an air of jealousy.
"So do you want to be like these guys? To have... you know, a really, really close relationship with me?" Neeta asked not knowing what else to say after Sunil's answer, because she felt hurt by his feeling of jealousy towards these friends of his.
Neeta loved her son, and he was her world.
"We have always been together , but sometimes it doesn't seem like it," Sunil answered and as he did he edged closer to his mother from his position at the head of his bed.
They looked into each others eyes and Neeta reached out and hugged her son, to try to convey to him how much she loved him, and Sunil responded in kind.
After a few seconds they broke and Neeta kissed her son on the forehead. Sunil brought his hands up to hold her face and smiled at her. Neeta's heart leapt to see the change over her son by some physical contact from her, and his mature response in holding her face. Sunil moved his face closer to his mother's and kissed her on the lips; a quick kiss to test the waters. Neeta felt something deep inside, a thrill and a response at the same time and she liked it.
She could see now how these other mothers could respond to their sons, so she kissed Sunil back.
As Neeta kissed her son back in response they both held it longer then usual, and the next thing Neeta knew she felt Sunil's tongue probing her mouth and she responded. It felt good. Their embrace became stronger and they held the kiss for many long seconds. When they broke, Sunil was smiling broadly and said in a husky voice,
"I love you mum."
That's all Neeta needed to confirm that what had just taken place was good for her son and she smiling too. She made a decision.
Neeta stood up and turned to leave Sunil's room and as she did she said,
"I bought a new pair of jeans today, I'll put them on and you tell me what you think."
"OK," replied Sunil as his head swam with what had just happened.
He sat on his bed for what seemed only a few short minuets reliving that kiss, when his mother called to him. Sunil quickly stood and strode into his mother's room, to see her standing in front of her dressing table mirror wearing the short buttoned-up top she had been wearing and her new jeans, which showed a great deal of her tummy.
"What do you think?" she asked her son in the mirror as he entered the room. Sunil walked further into the room while looking at his mother in the mirror and thinking yet again how beautiful, sexy and desirable she looked, so he told her.
"Man you look so beautiful and sexy."
His mother smiled and blushed to think that her son saw her in such a way, and it gave her another thrill through her body.
Sunil walked up behind his mother to look at her in the mirror over her shoulder, and his body pressed up against her back. Neeta looked critically at herself in the mirror and asked Sunil,
"Do you think I look fat in these?" as she rubbed her hand back and forth across her tummy.
"No," said her son and he reached around his mother with his right hand and ran it across her tummy, gently and lovingly. Neeta's body responded to his touch and she liked it more then she though she would.
"That's nice," she said in a whispered voice.
"You're not fat," her son replied also in a whisper.
"Do you think they fit ok?" his mother seemed to purr.
"You know how to find out if jeans fit properly, don't you?" Sunil breathed softly into his mother's ear.
"No" she whispered.
"You can tell, if you can slip you hand down the front of them," and with that Neeta's son slid his right hand down the front of her jeans until he reached her panties.
"Ooooo, they fit very nicely," he whispered into her ear and her knees went weak.
"And the further you can slip your hand down the better they fit," Sunil continued to whisper, and he slid his hand slowly further down into his mother's jeans.
However, this time he slid his hand over the top of her panties. Neeta felt beautiful and excited, not wanting her son to stop; something she never thought she would have felt. Her son's hand felt warm and she thrust her hips forward ever so slightly. Sunil could feel his mother's body give a little shudder and her hips move forward and he could feel her short pubic hair beneath her panties.
"Can I see what's inside there?" he whispered into his mother's ear.
"Yes," she replied in quivering whisper.
Sunil withdrew his hand and his mother turned around to snuggle into him, as she reached down to the top of her new jeans, with her eyes closed and her head tilted down. Neeta found the big brass button at the top of her fly. She undid the button, took hold of the tab of the fly and quite deliberately pulled it down. Neeta then lifted her head, opened her eyes and looked at her son, she could see the excitement in his eyes and she felt the same excitement. Sunil expected his mother to pull down her jeans and expose her panties to him, but she wanted her son to pull her jeans down. Sunil realized immediately what his mother wanted; for him expose her panties.
Sunil knelt down and lowered his eyes to his mother's jeans and especially the undone fly that gave a glimpse of her panties; white cotton. He took hold of each side of the top of her jeans and began to slowly and gently pull them down. As they slowly came down, Neeta's panties in their entirety were being exposed to her son; they were plain white cotton panties, with a lace trim at the top and around the legs.
Neeta watch fascinated as her son slowly pulled her jeans down, knowing that she was allowing him to see her panties and the contours they covered. She loved how she felt at this moment; no one had her made her feel this wonderful for so many years -- and it was her son, which thrilled her even more. Neeta had gone out with men when hubby was out of station, but they were always rough and too eager for her liking, and therefore nothing had ever come of the relationships.
Her hands were resting on her son's shoulders, both to steady herself and for the need to have physical contact with him.
Sunil revealed more of his mother's panties. At first he could only see the contours of her pubic mound and pubic hair, but the thrill was tremendous.
He deliberately slowed the speed at which he had pulled his mother's jeans down, to heighten his thrill. It also heightened her thrill. As he continued to pull on her jeans, Sunil could see the contours of the top of her pussy through her panties. Both felt their excitement rise even further at this point, and Sunil paused in the pulling of his mother's jeans to look longing at what he saw before him. Neeta was watching her son's progress with fascination and delight. She was not surprised that he now paused and a sense of pride ran though he as she realized her son wanted to look at her sex, at her pussy.
Her panties were a little tight on her, so Neeta knew her son was be able to see her pussy through them quite plainly. For a fleeting second she wanted him to pull her panties down and look at her naked pussy, and an incredible thrill ran though her body at the thought. Sunil noticed this reaction by his mother to him looking at her panties, and that he could see her pussy through them.
"Do you want to go to sleep now," Sunil asked his mother, which came out of the blue for her.
As if picking up on her reaction to his question he added,
"We can pick this up tomorrow when we have more time if you like."
Sunil looked up at his mother whose face was flushed with excitement. To Neeta this somehow felt like an excellent idea for now, as both were quite tired.
"Yes," Neeta responded.
"Let's finish this here and start again tomorrow." She smiled down at her son who stood up as she pulled her jeans back up.
Sunil held his mother's face in his hands again and kissed her and this time their tongues eagerly sought the other and they kissed passionately. When they broke off Sunil turned and went to his room. Both went to bed knowing tomorrow was Saturday and they had the day to themselves; and both dreamed that night of the turn of events in their mother and son relationship that Neeta would never had thought possible a day earlier.
Sunil was first up the next morning, dressing quickly and went into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Before sleeping he had struck on an idea for his mother that excited him. Ten minuets after Sunil had entered the kitchen his mother walked in. They had both slept very late, it was almost 11.00am.
"How did you sleep, darling," she asked him.
Sunil had watched her the whole time as she walked into the kitchen and answered,
"Great, how about you?"
Neeta smiled at him and said,
"Great too."
Sunil decided now was a good time to try his new idea.
"You know what many girls do nowadays?" he asked his mother.
Neeta sensed that there was something more to his question then just mere conversation.
"No, what?" she asked with the slightest of excitement to her voice.
Sunil leaned forward across the kitchen table as if to tell her a secret. Neeta, who was leaning against the bench in front of the table, also leaned forward wanting to hear this secret.
"They shave themselves," Sunil told his mother with a raised eyebrow for emphasis.
Neeta immediately picked up on what her son meant and was take aback slightly by her body's reaction, as it quivered at the thought.
"Really," Neeta responded in what she hoped was not too much of a surprised tone.
"Yeah, and I hear their boyfriends love it," was her son's reply, who was trying to image his mother in such a state.
"Interesting," was Neeta's reply.
Neeta busied herself with her breakfast, and mother and son chatted comfortably about anything and everything. Both felt that their relationship had shifted, as they talked more like equals rather then mother and son. As they spoke and thought about this shift, they both liked how it felt. Even when mother and son had finished their breakfast they remained seated and chatted for more than an hour.
"Well, I had better go and have my shower," Neeta announced.
"You go and watch TV, I won't be too long."
With that Neeta turned and headed for the bathroom. Sunil finished his second coffee, put his dishes in the sink and walked into the lounge room. He looked at the assortment of chairs and sofas and instead of sitting in his favourite chair, sat at one end of the bigger of the two sofas; the whole time his head a whirl of images of his mother's shaved pussy, which never quite come into focus in his mind. He turned on the TV and watched something without seeing it.
Sunil had no idea how long he had been sitting there, but it seemed a short time when his mother entered the lounge room; she was wearing her new jeans again and the same top.
"Do you think these new jeans are too tight on me?" Neeta asked with a cheeky look her son had never seen before, but it excited him.
"Well, we'll have to look in the mirror," Sunil replied with an effort to be matter-of-fact, but knowing in his mind that his mother had enjoyed what he had done last night so much that she wanted it again.
Sunil stood up from the sofa and followed his mother as she walked into her bedroom. Neeta stood in front of the mirror as if sizing up the fit of her new jeans, and Sunil took up his position behind her again. Rubbing her hand across her bare tummy Neeta asked the same question as last night,
"Do you think these are too tight," in a dreamy voice.
Again Sunil reached around his mother with his right hand and rubbed her tummy. Neeta felt a familiar thrill.
"There's one way to tell if they're too tight," Sunil proposed.
"Oh, what's that," his mother asked him in the mirror as they held each others eyes.
"You just slip your hand down the front of your jeans," Sunil replied, but did nothing, hoping his mother would pick up his intension and direct his movements. Years of being together had given Neeta insight into her son and she read him like a book.
"Would you check for me darling," Neeta asked her son in a little girl's voice that excited him.
"Just slide your hand down mummy's jeans for her will you, but don't stop until you've checked properly, OK," she purred and leaned further into her son.
"I would love to do that for you," replied Sunil and he slide his hand slowly down into his mother's jeans, from her slightly rounded tummy.
Sunil would savor his mother's body this time, and he liked the way his mother's tummy was slightly rounded. As he slid his hand further down into the front of his mother's jeans he felt her panties, but they were different to last night.
"That's it sweetie, can you feel mummy's panties?" Neeta encouraged her son and he nodded to her in the mirror.
She was enjoying this all over again, and the speed of her breathing was quickening. As he caressed the top of his mother's panties, his fingers told him they were of a satin material and very thin.
"Is this ok mummy?" Sunil asked his mother breathlessly.
"Oh yes," she purred.
"Can I see what's inside your jeans," Sunil asked, and his mother lovingly replied,
"Yes baby, mummy wants you to pull down her jeans and look at her sweetie."
Again Sunil knelt, took hold of each side of his mother's jeans after his mother had turned, undid the big brass button and pulled the fly down. He slowly pulled on her jeans.
"Oh, you're a naughty boy, aren't you," his mother asked huskily.
"Am I?" Sunil asked in reply.
"You are, wanting to look at your mummy's panties. But mummy wants to show her young man her panties."
Sunil tore his eyes away from his mother's face, which was now in rapture for him, to look at her jeans as he pulled them down. Sunil saw the first glimpse of his mother's panties, satin white and thin. After looking at the top of them for a few seconds he pulled her jeans down further, revealing more of the soft, thin material and this time the contours of her pubic mound were dramatically more obvious -- because she no longer had any pubic hair. Seeing this Sunil imagined how much more of his mother's pussy he would see through these panties.
Neeta continued to watch the slow progress of her son pulling down her jeans and the exposure of her panties, fascinated at how controlled he was. Sunil pulled his mother's jeans the last little bit to reveal her panties fully, and gave an audible intake of breath which pleased his mother no end. Neeta could feel a tingling between her legs.
Sunil's audible intake of air was due to what he could now see. His mother's panties were tight and thin, allowing him to see all the contours of her pussy because this mother had shaved her pussy -- as he had hoped. What he saw before him was his mother's pussy bulging through thin, white satin panties, and he felt his dick bursting for release. Sunil could not help himself and raised his hand to his mother's bulging pussy in her thin panties.
Neeta was extremely excited herself now and felt so proud of herself, as her son was staring at her pussy in her thin panties, realizing she had chosen well in her choice of underwear. Neeta watched fascinated as her son's hand moved to her panties; and her hands were once again on his shoulders, because she wanted physical contact with him. Sunil's hand reached out and gently touched his mother's pubic mound first, and then he rubbed his finger up and down her pouting pussy lips in their thin panties.
Neeta's reaction was immediate, as she moaned and her hips bucked a little. Sunil seemed to be drawing a line up and down between her pussy lips, ending always at her clit. Neeta loved the way her son was touching her pussy through her panties, it was the way she had always wanted to be touched, but never was. Her heavy breathing and moans told her son just how turned on she was becoming, and Sunil felt his dick was now rock hard.
A thought occurred to Neeta of what people would think if they knew she was standing with her jeans around her knees, her panties exposed for her son to see, and he kneeling in front of her caressing her pussy. 'What mother would be doing this?' she wondered. 'I don't care,' she thought.
Sunil's thoughts were something similar, as he continued to rub his finger up and down his mother's pussy through her thin satin panties, something he had only dreamed of in the past. He could feel his mother becoming very wet with excitement. Now, he thought was the time to pull down his mother's panties, and get a great look at her pussy. So he stopped rubbing her pussy, and took hold of the side of her satin panties and slowly pulled them down.
"Oh yes baby, pull my panties down and look at my pussy, mummy's pussy is for her good man," Neeta purred breathlessly.
He first exposed his mother's shaven pubic mound; he really liked the bulging curve of it. He loved the look of his mother clean shaven. Neeta didn't make a sound or a movement to stop her son from exposing her; she wanted him to look at her new pussy. She was holding her breath as she watched her son pull her panties down.
Sunil pulled the thin satin panties down a little bit more, wanting to draw out the excitement of the moment for both of them. He saw the top of his mother's pussy as he exposed the beginning of her slit, where her clit was protruding slightly through its hood. Again he lingered as he drank in the beauty of his mother. Neeta loved the pace at which her son was revealing her and stood transfixed. One of her hands was now running through his hair.
Sunil pulled his mother's panties down a little more to, finally expose her pussy in full; she had full lips that looked as though they were swollen, Sunil loved the way his mother's pussy looked.
"Beautiful," he said in a quiet voice.
Again he reached his hand out, this time to run his finger a few times from his mother's pubic mound to the beginning of her pussy, and then to run it between her lips and back up to her clit as it poked out slightly from between the beginning of her pussy lips.
Neeta's knees were buckling, as her moans turned to groans, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
"Would you like to lie on the bed," Sunil asked his mother as he felt a shiver go through her body and buckle at the knees.
"I would, thanks. I am a bit tied and should have a bit of a nap," his mother replied with a longing look on her face.
Sunil helped his mother to her bed. He had an idea what his mother wanted and was only too happy to oblige.
He laid his mother back toward her bed so her legs dangled over the edge. Her jeans and panties were still between her knees and pussy, so Sunil slowly took his mother's jeans off and then her panties. Neeta's eyes were still closed and her breathing was returning to normal, but her smiled told her story of joy, arousal and expectation. Sunil looked back up to his mother's face as he knelt at the end of the bed, she could have been asleep.
"I'll let you sleep mum, OK," Sunil said.
"Mmm," was Neeta's only response as if she were sleeping?
Sunil continued to look at his mother, and it was then he noticed she was not wearing a bra, as he could see her hard nipples pushing against her top. He had an idea. He reached up to the top button of his mother's top and began undoing all the buttons. When he was finished, he opened her top to reveal his mother's tits. They were beautiful. After just looking for a few seconds, Sunil reached out and gently caressed his mother's tits.
Neeta was very pleased. This was what she wanted; slow and gentle. She felt very comfortable lying on her bed with her pussy exposed to her son, as he fondled her tits.
Sunil took his mother's left hand, which was nearest him and placed it on her left tit. Neeta knew exactly what her son wanted, and she lifted her right hand to her right tit as if asleep, and started to caress her own tits -- and it felt fantastic as she knew her son was watching; her Sunil really knew how to treat his mother.
He now turned his attention to his mother's pussy, and he positioned himself between her legs at the end of the bed. Neeta spread her legs for her son. Sunil held both her knees apart, and began to lick his mother's plump pussy, starting with her outer lips first and then her inner lips with slow and gentle movements of his tongue. Her body reacted as he hoped, and she moaned deeply as her hips moved slightly from side to side.
Neeta was in heaven, between playing with her own tits and her son licking her pussy, she felt fantastic. Sunil found his mother's pussy lips to be soft and smooth after being shaved, and they wobbled slightly each time he licked them due to their fullness. She tasted delicious to him, and he loved the highly sexual sensation of licking his own mother's pussy.
Sunil began to probe between her pussy lips with his tongue and then up where he found her clit, licking a little harder. He had licked his mother's clit for a few minuets when her body when rigid, and then limp, as her first mild orgasm took her. Her orgasm had been heightened knowing it was her own son licking her pussy and clit.
Sunil now slid the index finger of his right hand into his mother's pussy and curved it slightly; Neeta reacted immediately, as her hands flew from her tits to her son's hair and she grasped handfuls very firmly. He increased the pressure of his finger rotating in his mother's pussy, right on her G spot. Neeta was now writhing on her bed and groaning loudly. He rotated his single finger in his mother's pussy a few times and then slid a second curved finger into her love tunnel.
Neeta went right off after only a few rotations of two fingers her son's in her, by thrashing her body around and she grabbed at successive handfuls of her son's hair and her hips bucked wildly. Within a few minuets she climaxed a second time, flooding Sunil's hand with her cum, again thinking this was her son's fingers fucking her and she loved it.
Sunil left her on the bed after she finally came down from her orgasm and went to the bathroom. He ran a face washer under the warm water tap, came back to his mother's bedroom and washed her pussy. He then pulled her higher up the bed so her legs were fully on the bed. Neeta was fast asleep now, totally spent and totally satisfied.
He pulled the sheet over her, and left her to sleep; he returned to his room and did his uni work until it was finished two hours later -- but he needed relief badly, but would wait for his mother -- his discipline was that great. As he sat back to enjoy the completion of his uni work his mother entered his room, immediately he sensed something was wrong. Neeta had a pensive expression and was gently wringing her hands.
"I'll be going out tonight," she told him nervously and Sunil's mind raced as to what this meant.
He decided it meant that what had happened was a once off, that she had put it out of her mind -- it hadn't happened, and their lives were to return to normal. Sunil was stunned and it felt like a knife had been thrust into his gut, but resolved to make the best of it.
"Ok," he said brightly and hoped it didn't seem forced, "so where are you going and with whom?"
His mother seemed pleased at his question,
"Just to dinner with Taran," she answered.
Sunil hated Taran and had told her as much a number of times, and unfortunately his face mirrored his thoughts,
"Oh come on Sunil, Taran is ok, don't be so judgmental." Taran Mom’s new net friend.
With that Neeta turned and left his room. Sunil could hear her for the next two hours making herself ready for the evening, and he felt betrayed and discarded by his mother as if he was of no consequence to her.
Before Taran arrived Sunil left the house to walk off his anger. He still felt betrayed, used and rejected even though two hours had passed and his blood boiled.
On Sunday morning when Neeta woke from a broken night's sleep Sunil was nowhere to be found; he wasn't anywhere in the house and his bed hadn't been slept in. Neeta spent the day alone in the house, and it was terrible for her as she missed Sunil enormously. He was actually in their roof. He had set himself up there years ago as a refuge for when his mother was angry with him.
Sunil wanted his mother to have time to herself so she could feel what life was like without him.
Neeta felt badly for the way she had treated her son, especially after Saturday night. Taran was such a contrast to Sunil, with his crude talk all night at dinner about his many and sordid conquests of women. Neeta could see that he had no real respect for women, all he cared about were his own needs and she suspected that most of his stories the Saturday night were exactly that -- stories, works of fiction.
Then the drive home was a nightmare as Taran did everything he could to take advantage of her, especially when he suggested they go to a motel. His hands were all over her, even as he drove.
She had made the decision to apologize to her son Sunday morning, but when she found he was gone, she felt worse. When he didn't come home all Sunday, she had worked herself up into a real state, blaming herself for running him off. Then when she realized he had come home, gotten himself breakfast and off to college without seeing her or talking to her, Neeta felt like the worst mother ever born.
She ate her breakfast alone in tears, and her sense of loneliness grew and as she thought about.
Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about the way she had treated him when he had had no thought for himself, and had fulfilled her as she had never been before, but so desperately wanted. Sunil was right, Taran is a pig! Neeta resolved to put things right with her son as soon as he came home from college, she would show him just how much he meant to her and spent the day planning for his arrival from college.
Sunil found when he had woken that Monday morning his angered had not abated from the previous night, so he left for college early and hoped it would die during the day.
College seemed to drag for Sunil that day; he wanted so desperately to see his mother, especially after he hadn't wait for her to wake this morning.
Neeta was waiting impatiently in the kitchen for her son to come home and when he didn't walk through the back door at 4.00pm she began to worry. All sorts of thoughts went through her head, but the most dominant was 'what if I upset him so much he doesn't think I love him any more and he's gone for good.' Her anxiety grew as the minuets ticked by.
4.15pm came and went; it wasn't like Sunil to be this late, and she thought 'I hope he hasn't gone looking for Taran'.
4.30pm came and now Neeta's tears began to gather and she thought to herself, 'if only my man would walk through the door, I would be his all afternoon and night, I would show him just how much I want him; really want him.'
The door suddenly opened and Sunil walked through it. Neeta flew out her chair and at her son, and flung her arms around him in tears. 'Nice' thought Sunil, I could use this.
"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you on the weekend honey, I had a terrible time; that man is a pig just as you said."
Sunil remained silent and unmoved, which served to fuel his mother's despair.
"Please Sunil what more can I say," Neeta looked up imploringly at her son to forgive her, but he retained his stoic persona.
Neeta was at a loss to know how to earn her son's forgiveness. Then Sunil spoke with an edge to his voice,
"Didn't have a good time with 'The Pig' then? Not as good as the previous night or morning then? "
"No it wasn't," Neeta thought she saw forgiveness on her horizon and continued to look imploringly at her son.
"What, he was a bit rough with you was he?" Sunil accused.
"Rough?" Neeta wasn't sure what he meant.
"Yeah, rough. he fucks all his first time dates, at least that's what he tells anyone who will listen... and rumor has it he's rough. So was he rough with you when he fucked you?" Sunil's eyes were accusing.
"He didn't do that to me, Sunil," Neeta protested to her son.
"No, why not, isn't that why you went out with 'The Pig'?" accusing once again.
"No, it wasn't," her protests continued.
"Then you went out with 'The Pig' because of his gentle caresses and how he spends all his time to ensure you have a very satisfying and gratifying time?" he asked in the same tone.
He wanted to remind her of just how much Sunil had cared for her sexually on Friday night, but especially on Saturday morning.
"No, I didn't," Neeta pleaded, and could not help but connect his words to how he had treated her during the early part of the weekend, and something moved deep inside her.
"Then why did you go out with 'The Pig'?" same tone and look.
Neeta let go of her son and stepped back to take a long, hard look at him.
"Because you're my son," she told him as she had second thoughts about her earlier desire for Sunil.
That's just what he wanted to hear.
"So what, do you think I don't care you're my mother. I care because you are my mother. Are you ashamed of me or embarrassed by me?"
He was right on the money. Sunil's words cut deeply on two levels, firstly she now knew that he was hers and, secondly he called into question her love for him. Neeta flew back into him, arms around him again.
"I've never been ashamed of you or embarrassed by you; I love you so much."
She looked into her son's face, which was impossible to read.
"This is a strange way to show your love for me, to discard and reject me for 'The Pig'. Didn't I look after you....? Didn't I look after you rather then myself?"
"But you're my son?" she said again.
"Don't you want me, don't you care for me?" more daggers to her heart.
"Of course I care for you."
"Do you want me?" the challenge was there, how would she answer?
Neeta stared at him for long seconds remembering how much love he had shown her, how good he had made her feel.
"But you're my son," she said again forcefully.
"Then I will leave tonight and not come back," Sunil told her without emotion and with an air of finality, and tried to disengage his mother's arms.
Her reaction was instantaneously as she tried to imagine life without him, and it was too terrible to bear; she locked her arms tighter.
"No Sunil, don't go, please stay, why do you have to leave?" she eyes were wide with horror.
"Because on Friday night and Saturday I put it all on the line for you, I showed you my deepest self, I told you that I don't care about social convention and what people may say. I told you I loved you, wanted you and would always care for you. And what have you said, 'you're my son'. So that's how you feel, that convention and what the neighbours may think obviously mean more then your happiness and mine."
Sunil left her with this for a few seconds, then disengaged himself and walked to his room. As he did, Neeta felt her life begin to shatter, and then it hit her; she loved her son and she wanted him as her man, her lover and her son, but without him she had no life.
As Neeta came to her realization, Sunil had walked less then three steps when his stomach turned to ice, his felt as if his heart had broken and his life seemed pointless. He spun around walked back to his mother, who looked confused and he took her in his arms, buried his face in her neck and she responded.
"Oh mum, mum, I can't leave you, I love you and want you too much," Sunil confessed.
His mother's heart soared and her whole body responded to him, and she thrust herself into him. Now her only thought, need and desire was to be with Sunil as they were on Saturday.
"I want you and I don't care if you are my son." They held each other for a number of long and satisfying minuets and then they broke, both were just so happy and they knew that this was what both wanted.
"Can I ask one thing before we start were we're going?" Neeta asked with a smile as she looked adoringly at her son, and he looked at her with raw desire.
"What can I do for you?" he asked of his mother.
"Can you seduce me every time like you did Friday and Saturday, it was so nice I loved it?" she asked me.
"You bet, just let me know if you have a preference for a scenario," he told her.
"I have today," she told him with a knowing grin.
"Good and I will do my best to deliver to your expectations. What is it?"
"Come to rob me, but you're a non-violent robber, you do what you do by talking your way around and through problems," Neeta instructed her son.
"And what will you be wearing," her son asked, "so can I plan a strategy?"
Neeta thought for a moment and then it came to her.
"My summer dressing gown, a special nighty that I have in mind .... Oh, and something special to boot," she said and as she did her face lit up at the very scene created in her head.
"You've got it," Sunil said with the same enthusiasm his mother was feeling.
"Be in your bedroom looking in your wardrobe," he told her and his mother nodded.
Ten minuets later Sunil heard her signal to him, and he crept to her bedroom door. Neeta was waiting nervously and excitedly at the same time, looking in her wardrobe. Suddenly an arm was across her chest and a hand gently on her mouth, she hadn't heard a thing.
"Don't make a sound and I won't have to hurt you, ok?" a confident male voice whispered into her ear, she nodded her agreement and his hand across her mouth dropped.
The intruder behind her turned them around so that she was facing her bed, but he was still behind her. The bed appeared to have someone in it -- 'nice touch,' Neeta thought and wondered how Sunil had managed it without her knowledge. Her excitement grew as she wondered where Sunil was going with this now. Neeta had set the scene, but Sunil was the director.
"Is that your partner in the bed?" his hot breath whispered quite seductively.
"Yes," Neeta thought that was the most appropriate answer.
"You don't want him to see another man holding you like this do you?"
"No," his mother answered.
'Perfect,' Sunil thought as he could hear his words excite her.
"Has he ever allowed another man to hold you like this?"
"No."
"Do you feel vulnerable and exposed?"
"Yes."
The intruder walked her into the en suite, he turned the light on over the mirror and Neeta saw herself looking into it, and saw just how revealing her dressing gown and nighty was like this. However, she couldn't see the intruder, just a dark shape behind her and his black clad arm across her chest.
"Now stand still, don't move," the intruder warned and he let her go and moved away.
Neeta stood frozen on the spot, staring at herself in the mirror and she thought she couldn't feel any more turned on. Suddenly, the intruder was behind her again.
"I've put your partner in a position so he can watch us now... he can see you with me," he told her and a thrill ran through her body.
"Can you see yourself in the mirror?"
"Yes."
"He can see me looking at you like this."
Neeta looked up and down her body and saw that the intruder could see everything, and knew her partner would be very jealous.
"Would he want to see me caress your body?"
The question brought a sudden intake of air from Neeta.
"No," she said her voice a little higher.
"Do you want him to see me caress your body, to touch you as only he has touched you?"
"No, please don't," she said weakly.
"Would he want me to touch your breasts?" and before Neeta could answer the intruder's hands came up to her chest and he gently kneaded her breasts.
She gasped and partially closed her eyes, as she moaned her arousal.
"He can see me touching your breasts, he can see how much you're enjoying it, and he can see you want me to touch you because you're not stopping me," the intruder told her and Neeta felt powerless to stop him.
Her arms seemed lifeless. The thought of her partner watching another man touching her breasts gave her great pleasure. Another man touching her in front of her partner was so thrilling.
"Now," he said, "what valuables do you keep hidden?" he asked.
"I have no real valuables," Neeta replied breathlessly as her son the intruder gently kneaded her breasts..
"Oh I think you have. How undo your gown tie, slowly, no tricks," he whispered his order to her and removed his hand.
Her hands reached to her tie slowly, and when they reached it she began to untie it. Neeta watched herself do this in the mirror and she was so turned on by her own reflection, while all she could see of her intruder was a shadowy figure behind her. With her tie undone she expected it to fall to the flood, but it didn't, because he caught it. Her gown opened slightly to expose a glimpse of her short nighty, with a deal of cleavage showing.
"Now I see where you have been hiding your valuables," he breathed softly to her.
"Open your gown a little and show yourself to me," he ordered, and her hands each took hold of a lapel and opened her gown a little to expose her beautiful bare chest and ample cleavage.
"Don't you look beautiful?" he asked her and she nodded, because she did feel beautiful.
The intruder's hand came up high on her chest and he asked,
"Your partner who loves you wouldn't like to see another man holding you or touching you," he told her and his hand moved gently down her chest to her nighty and slid over the silky material that covered her breasts.
Sunil had decided to take a long time with this, as he once again gently caressed his mother's breasts beneath her nighty. Neeta felt beautiful and her pussy responded to her intruder's touch as he caressed her breasts. She knew her pussy was very wet, and her nipples hardened to his touch.
Then the intruder whispered,
"He can see us. He can see everything I'm doing. He can see me caress your breasts, but he can't say 'no', he doesn't want me to stop. Can you feel his eyes on you as I touch your gorgeous body," and Neeta nodded in sheer delight, she began to pant again and moan softly.
The intruder slipped his hand into her nighty and cupped her breast so he could gently pinch and squeeze her nipple and he whispered,
"He can see my hand in your nighty, on your breast, playing with your nipple. He's fascinated, he wants me to do more, do you want me to do more?" he asked and she nodded because she wanted more and his scenario of her partner was thrilling, but her knees were threatening to give out from under her.
The intruder removed his hand from inside her nighty and brought his other hand to her breasts, and with both hands he gently ran the flat of his palms across Neeta's nipples. She felt fantastic and her nipples hardened, her moans turned to groans and her body began to sway from side to side rhythmically.
"He's watching me play with your nipples," he whispered to her and she watched him touching her in the mirror.
Neeta was in heaven. The intruder continued on her nipples for some time, and she swam in the exciting waters of his touch.
"He can see me touching your breasts," he whispered and her excitement grew once again, but she had no idea why.
The intruder moved his palms from her breasts, down to her tummy where he lingered a little and then down to her pubic mound and to her woman's V which he caressed, using the fingers of both hands to gently trace her V, up and down and Neeta loved it as her groans attested to. He could see and feel she had panties on and he couldn't wait to see them.
"I think I've found your greatest jewel, haven't I?" he whispered and Neeta nodded as she watched the intruder's hands in the mirror and found that she loved to watch, it increased her excitement.
"He doesn't want me to touch you here, but you do don't you?" he whispered and again she nodded.
His hands were tracing her V lower and lower, and now the middle finger of each hand was tracing each side of her pussy through her very thin nighty and panties. Neeta didn't think sex with her son could have been better then Saturday morning, but this was.
The intruder's fingers moved to tracing the pussy lips themselves, and then he took his hands away and whispered to her,
"Lift your nighty up a little."
Neeta was now leaning heavily into her intruder's chest, and she obeyed without hesitation and watched herself begin to raise her short night just a little.
"That's it," he whispered encouragement to her.
"A little more," and Neeta raised her nighty so that it exposed the very tip of her panties at the end of her V.
"Do you have beautiful panties on?" he whispered and she nodded.
"Were they for him?" and she nodded again while looking at the tip of her panties in the mirror, desperately hoping her intruder would like them and her in them.
"Well I want you to show them to me, do you want to show me your lovely panties?" and she nodded enthusiastically.
"I want to see you in them, so lift your nighty so I can see you," her whispered his order to her, and Neeta found herself raising her nighty and revealing more and more of her see through, skin coloured panties to her intruder. Now he raised her gown tie and whispered,
"I have a blind fold here so you can't see my face, and I'm going to blindfold you now, but I'm not going to hurt ok?" and she nodded, knowing this meant something special was coming.
He blindfolded her and then turned her to face him, she was still holding her nighty up and he caressed her pussy gently and softly through her sheer panties. He made her feel fantastic, and she loved how he touched her. He could feel she was very wet so he slowly pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. Her intruder then lifted her up to sit on the vanity bench, sitting her on the edge, where she waited as he undid his jeans and pulled out his dick.
Sunil was fit to burst in his need to fuck his mother's gorgeous pussy, and all her body language told him she was dying for her son to fuck her. He once again marveled at Neeta's beautiful puffy pussy, with her lips even fuller with her extreme arousal. Instinctively and driven by her overpowering desire for him, Neeta spread her legs wide without having been told. She felt her intruder's dick for the first time as he rubbed the head of it up and down her pussy lips, and they opened to him. She wanted him so badly, she was almost in tears.
It was now Neeta knew what she wanted; it was so clear to her now. She wanted her son, her Sunil to be her man and lover. Neeta very nearly screamed her need and desire for her son, but not wanting to disrupt the scenario she managed to control herself. Her intruder slowly pushed the head of his dick into her and Neeta let out a long sigh. He continued to push inside her and Neeta felt him filling her inside, and it felt so good. She was now panting heavily and saying,
"Oh yeah, oh yeah."
He finally pushed himself all the way into her, and she felt totally filled. Her intruder began a slow pumping action with his dick going in and out and Neeta felt herself coming to a climax quickly and he whispered again,
"He can see me fucking you," and it sent a thrill through her bringing her ever closer to her climax and within seconds he was panting.
This was her son, and she was overwhelmed by the power of her love and desire for him.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Fuck me Sunil, fuck me baby. Oh Sunil I'm so sorry, fuck me, fuck me," Neeta found herself saying, beginning quietly, and increasing her verbal encouragements to her son in both speed and volume.
He brought her to her climax as she flooded his dick with her cum, and she sustained it for about thirty seconds as he kept thrusting his dick in and out faster and faster. Neeta climax ended and she collapsed on her son's shoulder until he climaxed inside her a few seconds later. His mother felt his cum pump deep into her and she was blown away by just how much she wanted him to do it.
Neeta thought it was the most fantastic sex she had ever had by far. Her son withdrew himself from her and Neeta removed her blindfold, but he was gone maintaining a certain degree of their scenario. Ten minuets later, after Neeta had cleaned herself up and changed into her normal nighty and dressing gown, she walked into the lounge on still wobbly legs to find Sunil watching TV as if nothing had happened, and his mother liked that.
Neeta sat next to her son and leaned into him, and he responded by putting his left arm around her and under her breasts and his right hand slid into her dressing gown and onto her crotch. Neeta thought how good her son's hand felt there.
"I don't care you're my son and my lover, because I want you in my bed and in my pussy. Do you think you can handle that?" she looked up to her son and beamed at him as she asked.
"Well put it this way mum, I hope you're ready again in about half an hour? I'll be your son this time, ok?" he asked and looked into his mother's beautiful face.
"Oh, I'll be ready and I would love a visit from my son, my loving young man, my lover," she said and then reached up and they kissed deeply as the lovers they now were. He hoped all the other guys and their mothers were as happy as he and Neeta were.

Who Would Have Thought [Mom-Son]

Who Would Have Thought

At twenty-four, Vijay still went on holidays with his parents, although his older sister by two years - Rita did not.
However, as long as Vijay could remember their father would spend most of his time for his big business or at the local golf club. So Vijay thought he too will have holidays and give company to mom. In the past few years his father's time for the increased, so that he also spent his nights on business trips.

Vijay takes up his story.

No sooner we arrived at our holiday home then dad took off for the golf club. Mum unpacked her and dad's stuff and I unpacked mine. We sat and had a tea and mum asked what I was going to do, but I had no idea and asked her. Mum said she wanted to go shopping - she loved shopping , so I said I would go with her.
We went to the shopping centre. We separated so we could do our own thing and agreed to meet back at the coffee shop in an hour. Too long for me, but too short for mum.

I and mum are very close , like good friends. I felt sorry for mum, because dad spent no time with her. I am active guy taking some interest in my dad's business and dating too..
My mom knows all about my girlfriends and we do discuss bout.

We met up an hour later and had coffee then returned to our apartment - still no dad. I asked mum what she had bought, and she was thrilled that I was taking an interest in her shopping she pulled out one item after another. However, when she had emptied all bar one bag, she appeared to have finished showing me. So I asked about the last bag and she blushed and said with a grin,

"I can't show you that stuff."

But I insisted until she said,

"I bought some cloths and underwear, ok?"

Without hesitation I told her, "Well show us."

"I can't show you that," she insisted.

But I pressed and for some reason she said 'ok'. She reached into the bag and seemed to carefully select something and pulled it out - it was a bra. I said,

"Blimey, is that a bra or a catapult?" Mum grinned and blushed again and said,

"Don't be so rude."

But I could see her expression was - well playful, not angry or upset. So I asked her again,

"What else have you got in the bag?"

Mum grinned and asked,

"Why should I show you if you're only going to criticize?"

"Ok," I said, "but can I give you constructive comment?"

I was hoping she would say 'yes' for some reason - we seemed to be connecting on a new level and it was exciting, and I think mum was having a bit of fun too.

"Just constructive, not critical - ok?" mum told me and I nodded my agreement.

So mum reached into her bag and pulled out another bra much like the one before it and I asked,

"Ok, so how come you buy bras like those?"

Mum looked a little surprise and asked,

"What do you mean?" she asked and meant it.

She couldn't see anything wrong with her bras. They were the big, all covering ugly things.

"Well there not very sexy are they?"

I asked her and she looked a bit oddly at me, like I was asking a strange question of her.

"I don't wear sexy, I'm too old. Don't be silly," she laughed at me a little.

"Ok, what else have you got?" and I looked at her bag.

Mum seemed more comfortable with showing me her 'intimates' now, and reached into her bag again and pulled out a pair of big panties. She looked at me waiting for my comment.

"Not sexy," I told her again and she gave me that look of 'as if it should be'.

"Don't you like wearing sexy stuff?" I asked and she gave a little laugh.

"Oh come on, I told you I'm too old for that," she was grinning at me again.

"Yeah, but doesn't dad like it?" I knew I was straying onto very personal ground, but mum just looked at me and sort of snorted.

"He hasn't cared for years," she told me.

I was shocked, both that she told me and that dad had lost interest so early. Mum was only forty-six. I wondered aloud,

"Why would he not care?"

Mum answered quickly,
"I don't know, but he just stopped caring about all that years ago."

So I asked,

"Doesn't that bother you," I asked concerned for mum, because I was.

"Yeah it bothers me, but what can I do?" mum asked

She asked me like her best friend, so I tried to fill the bill.

"Well you could have get a boy friend," I ventured.

Mum looked amused at that idea and said,

"No, I couldn't do that. I couldn't break up the family."

So I said,

"Yeah, but you're missing out, or doesn't that bother you too much?"

Mum gave me a sideways look as if sizing me up, but to my surprise said,

"I told you it bothers me."

I had the feeling she was fishing for something from me. I asked her a question that could have killed the conversation right there,

"Yeah I know, but how much does it bother?" and by the look mum had at that question I thought I had be more specific.

"You know, do you get frustrated?" I hoped I hadn't gone too far, but mum answered.

"Really frustrated sometimes," and I could see she really meant it. I decided to find out more.

"Well don't you relieve yourself?" I tried to use my concerned voice. Mum grinned and said,

"Yeah, but you shouldn't, should you?" Mum looked at me as if I had all the answers.

"Of course you should," I told her. "Do you use a vibrator?" Mum shook her head.

"Well what do you do?"

I could feel myself becoming excited and mum seemed to be a little flushed. She hesitated for a about ten seconds and then answered,

"My hand."

"Well that should do it." But I could see by her expression that it hadn't worked.

"It didn't work did it?" I asked her and she shook her head a little sadly.

"Didn't anyone tell you how to do it?"

But before mum could answer I asked,

"Didn't you pick something up from dad?" She shook her and said,

"Your father spends little time, when he spent time which was rare." I was shocked.

"What, he was a 'wham bam thank you mam'?" I asked and this time I was a little shocked.

"That sounds about right," mum said with a little firmness.

"Ok, so let's get back to the original issue," but at that mum looked a little downcast.

I'm sure she was hoping I could give her some beneficial pointers in how to play with yourself - successfully. So I thought I would lead us back to it.

"Do you feel sexy?" I asked my mum.

"I'm too old for all that," she told me yet again, as if I hadn't understood the first time she had said.

"No you're not. You're as young as you feel and as sexy as you feel," I told her with conviction.

"You need to dress sexy to feel sexy, to achieve satisfaction," I told her and mum brightened considerably.

"So, let's go shopping again," she said and we went back to the shops where I gave mum half an hour on her own to shop.

We drove back to our apartment in silence, once there mum hurried off to change. I waited in the lounge area and mum walked in within a few minutes.

"How do you feel?" I asked her. She was dressed in a nice light weight dress. "Well a bit odd. They feel too small," mum answered.

"Yeah, but do you feel sexy?" I asked her.

"A bit," she replied. I felt a door had opened for me and I decided to step through it.

"Well, come closer then," I asked her and mum walked over to stand in front of me, so I stood up and put my are around her shoulders and she put her arms around my lower back..

"That looks a lot better," I told her and it felt good to hold mum, and I felt her relax into me.

"You look sexier. Now did you buy some better underwear?" Mum looked up a little horrified her son would ask her this.

"Well did you?" I pressed and she looked a little embarrassed and looked at the floor.

"Yes," she said in a small voice.

"Do they feel nice?" I was getting a little excited and couldn't believe it.

"Yes," she said in the same voice still looking at the floor.

But her arms stayed where they were. I gave mum a little squeeze and kiss on the top of her head, and she squeezed me back. I dropped my hand and deliberately ran it over her bottom so I could feel her new panties. They were brief. Mum responded immediately and pushed herself away from me, and gave me a half-hearted punch.

"Vijay, I'm your mother," she exclaimed in a shocked voice.

However, I didn't detect any revulsion from her.

"I had to know," I told her.

"I couldn't look up your dress or lift it up could I?" I pleaded my case. But the very idea was thrilling

"No you most certainly could not," she told me emphatically.

I stepped beside her again and put my arm around her shoulder and gave her another little squeeze. She put her arm around my back again.

"I can't stay mad with," she said looking up at me.

"Then I should have lifted up your dress then," I joked and she gave me a look of a loving mother for her naughty boy.

"It looks like I could have," I said testing the waters.

"No you couldn't have," she told me, but with no where the strength of before.

We looked at each other.

"Oh go on, I bet you look great," I tried.

"Vijay," she said with a far weaker shocked voice.

"Go on just the once, I bet you look great."

"Vijay no," and her voice held no shock, but a different emotion.

I turned mum so we faced each other and put both arms around her, and she did the same to me. "Oh please mum, I'd really love to look at how great you look."

I felt her body against mine and my excitement was growing. I realized what I was asking my mother.

"Can I mum, can I have a look, just a little look, please mum?"

Mum said nothing, but I felt her body ease into mine a little more. A second or two latter I held her away from me to look at her, but she wasn't looking at me, she was looking at the floor.

"Can I mum please, please mum, I bet you look great."

I think her resolve was weakening, that's why she couldn't look at me. I held her shoulders and sat back down again and looked into her face as she remained standing.

"Just a little look ok?"

We looked at each other.

"Ok mum."

She gave the slightest of nods. I couldn't believe it.

"Oh thanks mum, thanks," I said and then mover my hands from her shoulders to the bottom of her dress.

Mum looked around as if expecting someone to be watching, and then looked down at me and her eyes were wide and her breathing hard. I looked at her dress and then lifted it up slowly to see her little white panties. My hands were resting on her hips. I held her dress there and said,

"Oh mum you are so beautiful."

She made no move to replace her dress or remove my hands. I could see my mother's pussy bulging within the white material, as if about to burst out any minute. She was very round and full from what I could see through the material. My breath was taken away. I looked up at her and saw a tear in her eye, but a smile on her face.

"I love you mum, I love you so much."

She placed a hand on my head and I instinctively inclined my head to her and it rested on her lower tummy. Mum placed a second hand on my head and spoke for the first time.

"I love you too Vijay, you're my good boy," she said in a voice full of emotion.

"I'll always be your good boy mum," I told her and then moved my head back and let her dress go, and looked up at her.

With passion and sincerity I said,

"You are so beautiful. I had no idea how beautiful you are."

Mum seemed to swell with pride and her smile grew.

"What else did you buy today," I asked tenderly, breaking the moment.

Mum seemed to regather herself and said,

"I'll show you."

Mum walked back to her bedroom. I couldn't believe it; I was so turned on, but it's your mum I kept telling myself. I was really in a quandary. After about five minutes mum came out again. This time she was wearing a top and skirt that showed her midriff, and the skirt was very short for mum and swept out a bit. My face expressed how impressed I was and mum smiled widely, pleased with her reaction she had on her son. She walked up to stand in front of me again, and she stood very close to me. I looked up and said with enthusiasm,

"You look fantastic."

Mum's smile broke widely to show her teeth, which told me how pleased she was that she could bring such a reaction from her son. I looked from her short skirt back to her face and could see her eyes looking at me with such love. Her arms were by her side, but I thought I would try again. This time I didn't ask. I reached out as I looked into her eyes of love, expecting mum to either step away from me, or push my hands away, but she did neither. Mum just continued to look lovingly at me.

My hands took hold of the sides of her skirt as I stared into her eyes and lifted, mum came a half step forward and placed her hand on the side of my head again. My hands were on her hips again. I let my eyes drop to look at my mother's panties, which were black and seem to be a very snug fit. Her pussy was threatening to burst out of these as well. I swallowed hard, and I think mum heard me, because I looked up again and there were tears in her eyes as she beamed at he with a look of love that was also about to burst out of her.

"Oh mum you are so beautiful, I just love looking at you, just love it."

She could hear the sincerity again, and this time she had to open her mouth to draw in a big gasp of breath. She suddenly pulled my head to her body again, and this time I looked at the huge mound just below my face. I was fascinated. She held me for a few seconds and then released me, and stepped back. She wiped her eyes and said with a voice full of emotion and a little tentatively,

"I've got more if you want to see."

"You bet, this is great, you're so beautiful," I told her hardly able to contain my rising passion and enthusiasm.

Mum beamed and returned to her bedroom. My head was swimming with images of my mother's panties, filled to near bursting with her pussy. I found I was struggling for breath, and had to breathe hard to regain it. Again after about five minutes mum came out of the bedroom, but this time she looked a little apprehensive. I was worried that she had given herself a good talking too about what she was allowing her son to see. Yet, she walked up to stand in front of me after only a moment's hesitation.

This time mum was wearing a longer, fuller skirt and sleeveless top. Her top came down to just over the top of her skirt. Again my face mirrored how impressed I was, and maybe that's why she only hesitated to stand in front of me. Looking down at me with her loving eyes and big smile, I looked up into her eyes and tried to convey the love I felt for her. Before I could do anything she pulled my head to her body and held it with bother hands.

"I love you so much Vijay," she told me, her voice charged with affection for me.

"I love you so much too mum," I figured she had decided this had to stop.

Then she released my head and just stood in front of me, looking down with those loving eyes and smiling. I must have been wrong about her changing her mind, I thought with delight. I reached out again and took hold of her skirt and lifted, and this time my jaw dropped and all I could say was,

"Oooh, wow, wow, wow."

I looked up at mum and she was beaming and giggling, mum was actually giggling. She was wearing see-through panties. I looked back at her panties and stared her bulging pussy, and I could see her flesh straining against these panties too. Mum was shaven. The sight of her shaven pussy in see-through panties had me shaking my head as I held her hips and quietly saying,

"Wow, wow, how beautify, how beautiful."

And as I did mum broke into a little laugh and placed her hand on the side of my head, gently and lovingly caressed her son's head. I must have sounded like an idiot. I stared at mum's pussy through the fine mesh of her panties, and they revealed about half the length of her pussy lips as they plunged down into the gusset. I looked up at mum,

"I can't believe how spectacularly beautiful you are, you're just so amazing, so amazing mum. Mum you're positively gorgeous, spectacularly gorgeous."

She just continued to smile broadly with such loving eyes.

"I feel more loved than any son has ever been loved by his mother, you know that mum. Thank-you so much, thank-you," I gibbered at her and her eyes began to glisten again with tears.

Mum reached out both her hands and drew my head to her body again, and I looked down on mum's magnificent pussy. She gently ran her fingers through my hair saying,

"You're my good boy Vijay and I love you so much, so much."

With my head pinning her skirt, I allowed my left hand to rest about the middle of mum's thigh and my right hand rubbed and caressed her ample bottom.

"I love you too mum," I said staring at her pussy through her fine mesh panties. She continued to run her finger through my hair for about ten seconds and then quietly said,

"I have one more new thing to wear if you want to see."

"I sure would," I said dreamily.

A couple of seconds later went by before mum let my head go and stepped away from me. We looked at each other and knew an acknowledgment of something new in our relationship, had passed between us. Still staring into my face, mum backed slowly to her bedroom and I watched her skirt fall back into place. It took only about half a minute and mum was walking back into the lounge, but she was wearing the same top and skirt as before. I must have looked a little perplexed, because mum smiled widely at me as she came to stand in front on me one more time. Then it struck me; her new cloths this time were a new pair of panties.

I looked up and smiled my understanding. Without the earlier awkwardness, I lifted mum's skirt and held her hips. This time mum was wearing the tiniest of lacy French knickers or boxers, and they were tight. This time her pussy wasn't straining to burst out of her panties, because her pussy lips were bulging out the side of the crotch.

"Oh wow, wow," I said, and to think I thought I wouldn't see anything better then the previous pair of panties.

They looked great on her and again I marvelled at her taste in lingerie, because each of her choices looked great on her. I looked up and grinned.

"Like them do you," mum asked as she reached for my head and drew it against her body.

Her pussy was so fat I could still her pussy lips poking out of her tiny boxers with my head against her lower tummy. I placed my hands as before, but this time I caressed mum's left thigh by running my hand up high on her leg; and my right had caressed her ample bottom as before. I heard her sigh and she said,

"Oh Vijay, Vijay you make me feel so special, so special."

"You are special mum, and you deserve some appreciation for how beautiful you look," I told her in return.

"Oh thank-you Vijay, thank-you, my special boy," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I had a sudden thought.

"Would you like to spend the afternoon together?"

"I'd love to spend the afternoon with my boy," she cooed.

"Let's sit together on the couch," I suggested and mum just said,

"Mmm," with a voice that told me just how much she was enjoying this, and I was a little surprised.

Mum eventually release my head, stepped away from me and said,

"I'll be back in a minute" and went back to her bedroom, so I waited again and sat at one end of the couch.

When mum returned she was wearing her wrap-around that she uses to cover herself when wearing her swim suit, and a thin cheese cloth type shirt that hung open - unbuttoned. She had covered her new exciting, tiny boxer underwear, but only just. I could see she had a new see through bra on and her wrap sitting on her hips was as short as a micro mini. Mum came and sat at the other end of the couch so she was facing me. She drew her legs up so her knees were under her chin, and I could see her pussy bulging in her tiny boxers, and as she sat there her pussy lips squeeze out the sides of the crotch again - beautiful. Mum was smiling at me with those adoring eyes. My eyes roved between mum's see through bra that her open shirt exposed, her pussy poking from her boxers and her eyes. I was trying to guess what mum wanted me to do.

"You are so beautiful mum," I said after staring at her escaping pussy lips.

"Why thank-you kind sir," she said with the slightest of mocking tones, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

Then in a husky voice full passionate and desire mum asked,

"Can you see alright?"

My eyes dropped to her panties and overflowing pussy and dared and said,

"Oh yeah, and your pussy looks spectacular."

Mum smiled and asked in a very seductive voice,

"Is that what people call it today?"

I nodded as I stared between her legs.

"I prefer you to say cunt, because I like the word. It has all those filthy connotations attached to it. I think cunt sounds sexier."

She stared at me and I could see the overwhelming desire and need in her eyes. I decided to take the bit between my teeth. I reached forward and touched my mum's cunt for the first time, as I ran my middle finger up and down both the sides of her extruded flesh. Her response was instant, as she sucked in her breath and her mouth opened. Mum let out her breath.

"Oh, that's so nice," and her eyes half closed and opened wide as she watched her son touch her cunt with deviant desire.

"Oh, we shouldn't be doing this, it's so dirty my own son touching my cunt," she said breathlessly, but like a car crash she was fascinated by what she was looking at and couldn't look away - even when society said it was wrong.

Mum spread her knees very wide for me, and what an invitation.

"Oh, ah," mum repeated over and over, and then looked up at me.

"I hope that's not it," she said with a look of deep longing and need.

"Certainly not! You're been fantastic to me all afternoon, so this is my way of showing how much I appreciate what you did - well part of it," I told her as mum's eyes were drawn back to my finger gently caressing both of her cunt lips.

They were spongy to the touch, and as smooth as silk.

"Vijay you shouldn't be touching me like this. Oh, oh, oh."

Mum was still staring, totally taken in by her son's hand on her cunt.

"Vijay we should stop, ah, ah, oh yeah it's nice," she said.

Then she grabbed the top of the middle of her tiny boxers and pulled the crotch upward so it slid into the slit of her cunt, and her huge cunt lips were fully released. Her cunt was actually dribbling her juices. I was 'over the moon' at the enormity of mum's camel toe, it was so beautiful.

I continued to run my finger up and down mum's cunt, and then increased the pressure. Mum slid her bottom forward and down on the couch.

"Oh Vijay pleased don't touch my cunt, don't touch my cunt Vijay," mum pleaded and began to pull rhythmically on her tiny boxers, so they pulled on her clit.

She continued to moan and sigh in response to me touching her.

"Vijay my cunt, my cunt, touch my cunt, touch my cunt. Oooh I need you to touch my cunt, touch my cunt."

I changed my position so I could access mum's pussy better, and moved my head in between her legs. Mum's eyes were closed and her head was tilted back a little, so she was no longer watching her son play with her fat cunt. I brought my face right between her legs and hook an arm around each of her legs, and this made her look to see what I was doing.

"Oh no Vijay don't lick mummy's cunt, don't lick mummy's cunt," she said in a pleading voice and then 'OOOOH, AAAAH,' as I licked mum's cunt lips for the first time.

I licked hard and watched as her fat, spongy cunt lips vibrated and quivered. I could see mum staring at her son licking her huge cunt and her breathing was fast and her moaning had turned into loud groans, which she was emitting with gusto. Her eyes were large, probably because of what I was doing and I was her son.

"Is that nice mum?" I asked between licks of her fat cunt lips.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, its great, but you can't lick mummy's cunt, you can't, ooh, ooh, ooh, you can't lick, ooh, ooh," and mum let out a loud "AAAAH, AAAAH," because I was licking her clit now.

"Ooh my beautiful boy, lick mummy's cunt, lick it, lick it, faster, faster, harder, ooh yes that's it."

Mum's voice was constricted now.

I took the crotch out of mum's hand and moved it to one side. Mum was so wet it had soaking into the couch, it was drenched. Mum's eyes were closed again, but her head was down, chin on her chest. Mum's face was screwed up with her mounting orgasm. I looked at mum's cunt, totally exposed to her son now and thought it even more beautiful. Her cunt lips were now open and mum's juices glistened over her lips and all over the rest of her cunt. Man was mum lubricated.

"Oh baby, baby, my precious baby, lick me, oh yeah just like that, AH, AH, AH," mum was now quite loud.

I let go of her right leg and brought my hand to her cunt now, and as I resumed my licking of mum's clit I inserted a finger into her love tunnel. Instantly mum's eyes flew open and she stared lustfully at my tongue and finger, which was moving quickly in and out between her cunt lips.

"Oooooh yeah," mum said very slowly and her face contorted.

"Oh you naughty boy, you naughty boy," she said as if she was crying.

"Don't stop, don't stop, AAAAH, AAAAH." Mum was loving this.

I now inserted a second finger into her cunt with an immediate impact. Mum's face contorted even more, she screwed her eyes closed, her tongue stuck right out, her head was shaking violently and she was making loud guttural noises. 'Oh yeah mum's loving this,' I though. I speed up my finger fucking and hardened my licking of mum's clip and I could hear her noises rise in pitch, and about twenty seconds later everything stopped as mum held the high point of her orgasm. Her cunt dribbled her cum onto my hand that was still cupping her fat lips that had lost none of their size. Then she suddenly deflated and I stopped everything. Her upper body collapsed forward into my arms, and I was ready for it. Mum was totally spent.

I carried mum to her bed and put a sheet on her, still in her tiny cum soaked boxers and the other cloths she was wearing. Then went to the toilet and relieved myself, as I jacked myself and came in quick tiime. It had been long, hard and horny work. I went back to the couch, turned the TV on to watch the cricket and was asleep within minutes.

I woke up about half an hour later and could hear mum stirring, and as I stretched to wake fully mum walked into the lounge and sat next to me. She was still wearing the same shirt, but now a skirt and not the wrap. As I was sitting at one end, she sat at the other just like before. She looked very worried. Mum was sitting with her hands in her lap, her fingers twining together and ensuring her skirt revealed nothing. Mum said,

"Vijay we shouldn't have done this, it's wrong, we have to stop."

I considered her words for a couple of seconds, knowing that mum would probably come out and say this.

"You think this is what we should do, end it, not be with each other ever again?"

I watched mum's face closely as I said this and I could see the dichotomy of emotions on her face.

"Yes Vijay, it's for the best," but I could see this was causing her pain.

"Ok mum, if that's what you want. But can we still be friends like before, and you'll still treat me the same?"

I tried to keep an impassive expression.

"Oh of course love, you will always be my special boy," mum said brightly and that's all I wanted to hear.

I allowed my expression to drop and take on the appearance of a shattered man.

"Good. Can we eat at home tonight; I'm a bit gutted and really can't face other people," I smiled weekly and mum's reaction was instantaneous.

"Of course, love, of course, we can eat in. Do you want to order out or shall I make something?" concern written all over her face.

"If you made something that would be really nice. I like it when you do stuff for me. I love you mum," I ended with that just to put emphasis on what I had said.

I could see the confusion on mum's face. She was caught between desire and love, and the social conventions of our time.

For the rest of the afternoon we chatted, although it was strained, as I could tell mum was being overly cautious. However, within a half hour we were back to the mother and son of yesterday. 'Time to make my move' I thought, and then the opportunity arose. Mum suggested we have a tes and I volunteered to help her, and in the confines of the small kitchenette of the apartment I lay my trap.

As we busied ourselves with cups, tea and the like, we had to squeeze past each other, tap each other for them to move because they were blocking a cupboard, and generally be at very close quarters. Our bodies had to come in contact. I used this time to touch mum as much as possible, and at first she was a little cold, but thawed out very quickly. Then mum was touching me as often as possible.

By the time we had finished in that confining room, mum was giggling and bubbly like a school girl again. We sat back on the couch and this time mum's whole body language had changed. I made a conscious effort to make her laugh, and lighten both our moods. I told her funny stories, jokes, imitated people and whatever I could; and mum laughed very freely, hit me as women seem to love to do to their men, place her hand on me and have it linger. Each time she hit me I would grab her hand and pull her toward me, which made her laugh all the more, but she didn't stop hitting me.

After about fifteen minutes or so mum, allowed her skirt to ride up for the first time without pulling it back down. My hungry eyes looked straight up her skirt, to see mum's beautiful bulging cunt straining against her see through panties. Mum saw me looking, and she knew I saw her looking ay me, but continued to allow her son to stare at her cunt for a few seconds, and then the cover-up.

Now mum seemed free enough to give me some physical affection, and she would rub my shoulder or place her hand on my knee. I began to respond, and rubbed her shoulder, hold her hand for a few seconds at a time and then finally I brushed her cheek. Mum got that look in her eye again, the one she had as I held up her skirt for the last time earlier that afternoon; the look that spoke of deep love, desire and passion. I was very glad to see my real mum was back. Finally, mum said,

"You're a naughty boy Vijay, making me feel better."

I decided not to speak of my earlier touching of her cunt, so as not to upset her.

"But that's what a dutiful son does for his mum; to make her laugh when she's feeling down. All us sons have to make our mums feel good."

By her expression I could see mum saw my real meaning.

"Well thank-you," she said graciously and leaned forward to hit me with both hands again, but this time I pulled her into me and held her.

"What? 'Thank-you'? I thought I was a naughty boy, are you thanking me for being a naughty boy toward you," I asked in a mocking tone.

Mum didn't make a move to break my hold on her, but rather she responded by holding me. Without looking at me she said quietly,

"You know what I mean."

I did, but I was on a roll.

"Well was I naughty or nice to you."

My question was charged with meaning. Mum was never a person not to answer a question posed to her. Not like some people that when you ask them a difficult question, because their answer may place them in an awkward position, so they claim the 'fifth' and don't answer. Mum always answers, I knew her well enough to know I would get an answer from her and it would be truthful. I could hear mum slowly gathering herself to answer me. Then very quietly mum said,

"You were nice."

I gave her a little squeeze and asked gently,

"Just 'nice'?"

Mum turned her body into me more and said in a husky voice,

"No not nice, brilliant. You were brilliant to your mum and she appreciates it more then she can say."

I gather mum was talking in the third person because it made it easier for her; she didn't have to verbally admit her son played with her cunt until she had a spectacular orgasm. I could understand that.

"I'm so glad I was brilliant for my mum, I always want to be brilliant for her."

My words were not direct, making it easier for her to hear them. I ran my hand from her shoulder to her hip, and mum turned her ample bottom to my hand. I caressed her bottom and she sighed and then moaned.

"I want you to be brilliant for me too," mum told me softly.

'The green light', I thought and I couldn't believe how it made me feel - invincible.

"I will be mum, I will be. I love you so much it hurt when I thought I had upset you."

I had decided to express my feelings to her; now was the time. Mum snuggled into me and I could hear her softly sobbing.

"Hey, hey, what's all this?" I asked her, but didn't try to lift her head to look at her.

As always mum had an answer,

"I'm so sorry I hurt you Vijay, you're my beautiful man. I never wanted to hurt you. I was hurting too, I'm sorry Vijay, will you forgive me," mum pleaded with me, her face buried in my chest.

"Of course I forgive you, but why were you hurt?"

That was the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Again mum had to answer,

"Because as soon as I told you 'no more' my heart nearly broke because I wanted you so much. Then when I saw how you treated me after what I had said I was ashamed. I was ashamed for putting other people first, because society says 'no'. I was ashamed I wasn't putting you first, my beautiful boy, my beautiful Vijay, who's only crime, was to love his mother as she needed to be loved. I was ashamed for putting other people before me too, because you were so loving and considerate to me. You had no thought for yourself, but all your attention was on me, and that's what I've always dreamed of but never had. You were my dream come true, and how often do peoples' dreams come true?"

That was quite an answer.

"Well I don't know about anyone else, but my dream has come true too," I told mum, and now she pulled back a little to look at me.

"What was your dream?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"You are my dream mum, and have been for years."

Mum stared disbelievingly into my eyes and saw it was the truth.

"I'm your dream?" she asked incredulously.

"Well on two levels you are."

I was inviting the language mothers and sons don't use, language that mum had been avoiding.

"What are the two levels?" she asked becoming a little excited, as she smiled, tears gone and eyes wide in anticipation.

"Well the first level of my dream is you specifically. I have dreamed of you over and over." I paused, but mum was hooked.

"The second level?" she asked eyes glistening.

"Well I'm not sure you want to hear it," I warned.

"Rubbish. How often does a girl hear these things?"

"Ok, but I warned you. The second level is that I always dreamed that my lover would have a cunt as magnificent as yours."

There I had said it, but mum smiled broadly.

"You like the way my cunt looks?"

'We are back as lovers', I thought.

"I love the way your cunt looks, and how you respond when I touch your cunt lips, and lick your clit and finger fuck your cunt," I told her deliberately using graphic detail.

Mum was beaming all through my list.

"I love having you look at my cunt, touching it, and licking it, finger fucking it and you're going to fuck my cunt with your cock too, as often as you want. I want my son to look up my dresses and skirts, and put his hand up to feel my cunt through my nice new panties, or maybe no panties at all some times. I want my son to finger fuck me as we drive in the car, and sit at restaurants and the cinema. I want my son's hard cock to fill my cunt right up, and then come inside me."

I must have looked strange, because mum laughed at me.

"Oh, and I liked telling you 'no', does that bother you?" mum asked a little concerned.

"Hell no, I like it," I told her enthusiastically.

"So what do you want to do now?" she asked me, but I wanted her to live out one of her fantasies, because I was pretty sure she had some.

"No, this is ladies choice," I replied and mum smiled at me.

"Give me a few minutes," she said and dashed off to her room. True to her word she was back in only a few minutes. She was wearing a short skirt and a shirt that both looked rather non-descript, but I could tell by her little grin there was more to her ensemble then met the eye.

"Let's go for a drive," mum suggested with just a hint of 'naughtiness' in her voice.

I was instantly aroused.

"Were do you want to go?" I asked, pleased to be in her fantasy; because I was sure she was about to live out a long held fantasy.