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Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. My sushma”“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily“O son!

I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes.

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I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions.

I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.

My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory.

I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked.

I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight.

My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving.The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties…what a delight panties are.As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip.My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Wait till we are married”And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot.

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