** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth – even the bits that sound plausible. Any references to Hindu culture, creed and religion are entirely fictitious, and I'd like to apologise in advance for my gross misrepresentations. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. **
** This story is about incest between an Indian mother and her son – both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. **
** Hindi is not my first language so please forgive my poor use of Hindi grammar and vocabulary. I've tried to have the characters speak in both Hindi and English to give them some authenticity while trying not to alienate English speaking readers. I'm not sure it works, perhaps you can be the judge**
** Finally, please take the time to leave comments on what you thought. I welcome all constructive criticisms. Praise works nicely too.**
*Lastly, to fans of this storyline: sorry for the delay ;)*
In the cool mysterious light of the puja room, my mother lay beside me, naked from the waist down. She oozed a sexual confidence as she gyrated her hips against me, in slow undulating motions, mashing her slick sex against my hot hard cock.
My cock was wedged between her thighs, the bulbous head, straining with angry urgency and working its way slowly towards her slimy gash. For now, I just enjoyed the feeling of her fleshy labia, thick and slippery, spread out over my sensitive glans, as if placing a warm sloppy kiss, as I nuzzled against her honeypot.
"Lehlo betah..." She whispered, her eyes distant, lost in a lusty dream as her body gave in to its carnal desires. "Please betah, lehlo mujhey kamrey mein. Lehlo aur pyaar karlo thera maa ka saath. Take me to my bedroom and love me. Make love to your mother."
She reached across and pulled my face to hers, placing a hungry kiss on my lips and a searching tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, my need for this woman making me want to devour her in passionate gasps.
It was startling to see her like this, weak with desire, aching to be loved. A need had grown in her that could now no longer be satisfied with more puja at her yoni. She lay beside me, a picture of wanton lust, practically begging for me to take her to her bedroom and fuck her.
Yet, some sane part of her intoxicated mind still managed to insist we move out of the puja room. If she was to commit this forbidden act of lust, it would be away from the uncompromising stare of the Ganesha statue. All I had to do was pick her up and take her from the prayer room, allow her to feel she's commiting this act of atrocious sin in a less than sacrilegious manner, less in flagrant disobedience of her deity.
Yet, that delinquent, ever present part of me, had other ideas. Maybe it was the smell of her wanton sex, or the throbbing need in my cock, or maybe I'm just downright debauched, but I wanted to have her now.
I reached across and took a firm hold her buttock, she mewed at the sensual touch, as she continued to gyrate against me. A momentary flicker of fear and lust twinkled in her wide eyes as she caught the intensity in mine. She sensed what I was about to do but before she could pull away, I'd pushed forward with a well aimed thrust into her.
Her eyes went wide with shock as my fat cock head, ploughed easily passed her weakened vulva to invade her hot love canal. I held her tight as the first thrust was followed by a second, then a third as I entered my mother deeper and deeper.
She tried again to resist, tried to pull away but failed to pull free of my hold on her, even as she gasped and moaned in a mixture of defiance and ecstasy. Eventually her resistance weakened as I started thrusting into her, holding her steady as my probing cock searched deeper and deeper into her velvety cunt.
With all strength in her resistance waning, she placed a hand on my chest, steady and calm as she leaned into me and placed a woman motherly kiss on my lips.
"Yahaan nahin betah. Aisah nahin, Bagbaan ka saamne nahin... Not here, not like this. Not in front of Deity..." Her voice was surprisingly calm and reassuring and for a moment I was a little boy again with my caring mother whispering soothing words of love and encouragement into my ear. Appealing too her disobedient son to listen to her. "...Bagbaan ka samney mujhe aisa beztee mut kar. Don't disrespect me like this in front of Deity... Please... Lehlo mujhe kamray mein. Please take me to the bedroom."
My mind was a mush of conflicting feelings. Even as I felt her cunt tighten and massage the length of my cock, I looked into her wide twinkling eyes and felt nothing but reverence and love for my mother.
She, of course, knew me better than I knew myself. As I pulled out from her with reluctance and a dumb petulance, she smiled at me reassuringly, stroking my face with pride. No matter what happened she knew that I would always do what she asked, even in this surreal moment of intense sexual need, my cock buried in her soft warm pouch, she could find the part of me that sought her approval and affection.
She sighed sweetly as my cock slipped free of the warm embrace of her pussy and for a moment the two of us just lay there in the dim light of the prayer room. Her eyes we closed as she gathered her thoughts and calmed her emotions.
For a moment I just stared dumbly at her, I was a twitching mess of sexual desire in desperation for her approval. Like a dog in heat, hungry to violate his bitch but not until his master said so.
Eventually she opened her eyes and exhaled deeply. Her face beamed with a satisfied resolution.
"Challo. Meri kamrey mein challo. Let's go. Let's go to my room." Her anxious eyes twinkled with a vibrancy belying her deep down feeling of guilt.
I leaned into her and placed a reassuring kiss on her lips. She smiled warmly as I pulled away slowly, her face full of love and adoration for me.
As I got to get up, she surprised me by deftly leaning in to take hold of my cock and closing her delightful mouth over the head, spreading her fleshy lips over the sensitive surface. She sucked me into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the slick surface as she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and pumped it purposefully.
As keen as I was to get this woman into her bedroom and get starting on fucking her senseless, I wasn't about to pull away her hungry mouth from my cock.
She released me and kissed her way along the shaft, her tongue sliding along the veiny length before moving on to lap away at my sweaty balls, heavy with man-spunk. She sucked each one into her mouth, one after another, rolling them around with her tongue and licking all over my ball sack.
She retuned quickly to my cockhead, sucking on it with urgency. And just as quickly as she'd started, she released me from her lovely mouth leaving a trail of sweet saliva dripping along my thigh.
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak she placed a quick kiss on my lips.
