It was six in the morning. Anand awoke and saw that he had a partial hardon. It was much firmer than normal, and the young man attributed this immediately to the incest stories he read last night. Automatically, his hand reached down under the sheets to grip his lengthening cock. In his mind's eye, Anand replayed every last lurid detail of the incest stories over and over, squeezing and rubbing his hard, young cock until it was in a state of full, throbbing erection.
He had married last year and his wife Mala had become pregnant and had gone to her mother's house for delivery. He had not had sex for almost 2 months now. Anand began to jerk himself off with deliberate strokes, trying to get excited thinking about his wife. But he did not get much excitement thinking about her.
But then it struck him... why can't he try some of the things he had read in the incest story magazine last night which excited him! There was a most desirable women close by - his 45 year-old mother! Anand's cock leapt at the thought, and he jumped quickly out of bed, hurrying down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping that his sexy mother was still in bed. He went back down the hall until he stood before his parent's bedroom door.
His father was on his tour duty. He quietly opened the bedroom door and looked in. His mother lay sprawled in the centre of the big double bed. She was still fast asleep, with the checkered bed sheet fully covering her lovely curvaceous body. Anand thanked his father for being away as he moved slowly towards the foot of the bed. His cock stirred again as he looked down at his sleeping mother. She was so beautiful... so sexy.
Carefully Anand reached down and grabbed the sheet, pulling it away. He stood staring at his mother's shapely breasts tight against her choli. Her mangal-sutra was draped over her left breast caught on the nipple. His mother's breasts were larger and more shapely than his wife's. He wanted to fondle the beautiful bulges and suck the nipples. But he first wanted to see his mother's cunt, nestled between her shapely white thighs. So he started to pull his mother's sari slowly, higher and higher over her hot, sleek, naked thighs.
To her son's delight, Amudha stretched in her sleep, opening her thighs wide apart as the sari moved, ever so gradually, up over her lower body. Anand's young heart began to beat like mad as his mother's fur-covered cunt came into view. The moist, swollen lips were wide open, giving Anand a clear view of her juicy, inviting cuntslit. Unconsciously, Amudha was giving her son exactly the kind of show he craved. In his sexual fantasies, young Anand had frequently visualized his beautiful, sexy mother, lying before him, just like she was was at this very moment, spread-eagled and naked.
As the sari finally reached his mother's hips, Anand stared hungrily at his mother's exposed pussy, licking his lips as his eyes devoured her nakedness. He stood transfixed for several seconds before leaning over her. Amudha had the body of a woman at least half her age, even more beautiful than the nude young models who posed in the "girly" magazines that Anand used as he jacked off in the privacy of his bedroom. With a lustful smile on his handsome features, the young man climbed onto the bed and knelt between his mother's carelessly spread thighs, careful not to wake her. At least not yet anyway!
The heady, aromatic fragrance of his mother's moist cunt filled Anand's young nostrils as he bent his head towards her open crotch. The smell was so pleasing, much different from his wife's cunt smell. Ever so carefully, the boy eased her smooth, creamy thighs wider apart and lay down on the bed, positioning his mouth directly above Amudha's long, glistening slit. The lips of his sleeping mother's cunt gaped beautifully open, revealing the juicy, pink wetness within. It was a delicious sight which the excited young boy found impossible to resist.
With eager hands, Anand began to stroke his mother's naked belly and smooth inner thighs, occasionally letting his fingertips brush tantalizingly against her moist, curly cuntbush.
Anand could feel the heat emanating from his mother's cunt and it spurred him on. Leaning on his elbows, the boy reached out and smoothed the soft hair away from her pink cuntslit and very slowly inserted a finger into it. Amudha moaned softly, instinctively lifting her hips up against the invading digit. Although her cunt muscles quivered and clasped at his finger, Amudha still remained fast asleep. Anand inserted a second finger and began to fuck them slowly in and out of his mother's tight, slippery cunthole, watching her face intently for any signs of awakening. Amudha's cunt-juice began to ooze out around her son's fucking fingers and dribble down the crack of her ass.
On impulse, he leaned forward and licked up the clear, fragrant droplets before they could fall onto the bedsheets. As Anand's hot, wet tongue rasped suddenly over her sensitive flesh, Amudha's eyes flew open. The first thing she saw was the top of her son's head, bobbing up and down between her wide-spread thighs, and the first thing she felt was the pure bliss of his tongue and fingers working on her quivering gash. Amudha groaned with pleasure as she realized what was happening, and reached down to grab the boy's head with both hands, pressing his mouth into her eager cunt.
Amudha had been jealous, like just any mother, when Anand got married. Her son was being taken away by another women who came out of nowhere. He had even secretly wished sometime that Anand would separate from his wife and come back to live with her, even though she knew it was an evil thought. But what was happening now was far beyond that. Her son was getting intimate with her in a way she had not even imagined. She was excited and pleased.
Amudha cried out as Anand's hot young lips covered her pussy and sucked her puffy cuntlips and distended clit into his mouth. She spread her feet wide, bending her knees and pulling them back until her aroused twat stood out like a mound of runny pink jelly. Anand licked and sucked at his mothers cunt like a hungry young pup. Holding her naked ass-cheeks in both hands, he lifted her hot, willing cuntflesh to his mouth, licking and sucking the entrance of the very womb that had given him life. Anand's mouth on her clit was driving Amudha wild, and she gurgled deep in her throat as her son chewed gently on her inflamed clit.
Anand rotated his head between Amudha's thighs, mouth hungrily in the heated wetness of his mother's wide-open twat, her spread cuntlips covering his young face with sticky, fragrant juices. As his horny mother squealed and bucked her pussy against his chin, Anand slipped his hands under her tight, firm asscheeks, pulling her hot, juice-filled cunt harder against his open mouth. Amudha's cuntflesh writhed and pulsed against his face as her son buried his stiff, pointed tongue deep inside her seething cunthole.
