It was six in the morning. Sundar awoke and saw that he had a huge hard-on. Just two days ago he returned from his darling Bahena Daya’s house after completing the sacred “Rakshabandhan”, and reminiscing the torrid fuck-session with her, his young cock began to throb.
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, Sundar 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 not had sex only for two days, but he felt excited tremendously and began to jerk himself off with deliberate strokes, trying to get excited thinking about his favourite matured film-actress Jayaprada. But he did’nt 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 55 year-old widow mother!
His cock leapt at the thought, and he jumped quickly out of bed, hurrying down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping that his sexy matured mother was still in bed. He went back down the hall until he stood before his parent’s bedroom door. His father was died recently and his widow mother Padmabati was sleeping in her room alone.
Sundar 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. 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 he reached down and grabbed the sheet, pulling it away. He stood staring at his mother’s shapely breasts tight against her choli. A thin golden-chain with a pendant was draped over her left breast caught on the nipple. His mother’s breasts were larger and more shapely than his elder sister Daya or her lover Rita.
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 thin white saree slowly, higher and higher over her hot, sleek, naked thighs. To his delight, Padmabati stretched in her sleep, opening her thighs wide apart as the saree moved, ever so gradually, up over her lower body.
Sundar’s young heart began to beat like mad as his widow mother’s fur-covered cunt came into view. The moist, swollen lips were wide open, giving him a clear view of her juicy, inviting cuntslit. Unconsciously, Padmabati was giving her son exactly the kind of show he craved. In his sexual fantasies, young Sundar had frequently visualized his beautiful, sexy mother, lying before him, just like she was at this very moment, spread-eagled and naked. As the saree finally reached his mother’s hips, he 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. Padmabati had the body of a woman at least half her age, even more beautiful than the nude young film-actress like Alia Bhatt or the matured film-actress like Shilpa Shetty or Kajol Debgan who posed in the “girly” magazines that he used as he jacked off in the privacy of his bedroom.
With a lustful smile on his provocative featured widow mother, the young man climbed onto the bed and knelt between her carelessly spread thighs, careful not to wake her. At least not yet anyway! The heady, aromatic fragrance of his mother’s moist cunt filled his young nostrils as he bent his head towards her open crotch.
The smell of his mother’s pussy was so pleasing, much different from his sister’s cunt smell. Ever so carefully, Sundar eased her smooth, creamy thighs wider apart and lay down on the bed, positioning his mouth directly above Padmabati’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 man found impossible to resist. With eager hands, he began to stroke his mother’s naked belly and smooth inner thighs, occasionally letting his fingertips brush tantalizingly against her moist, curly cuntbush.
Sundar could feel the heat emanating from his mother’s cunt and it spurred him on. Leaning on his elbows, he reached out and smoothed the soft hair away from her pink cuntslit and very slowly inserted a finger into it. Padmabati moaned softly, instinctively lifting her hips up against the invading digit. Although her cunt muscles quivered and clasped at his finger, she still remained fast asleep. Sundar 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.
Padmabati’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 bed sheets. As his hot, wet tongue rasped suddenly over her sensitive flesh, her eyes flew open.
The first thing Padmabati 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.
Padmabati groaned with pleasure as she realized what was happening, and reached down to grab her son’s head with both hands, pressing his mouth into her eager cunt. She had been jealous, like just any mother, when her son fell in love with a lady reporter, named Rita. Her son was being taken away by a young girl who came out of nowhere. She had even secretly wished sometime that Sundar would separate from his lover and prayed to the God that instead of Rita, her son would take herself as his fiance but she knew it was an evil thought.
At last the God heard her continuous praying and 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.
Padmabati cried out in ecstasy as her son’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.
Sundar licked and sucked at his mother’s 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. His mouth on her clit was driving Padmabati wild, and she gurgled deep in her throat as her son chewed gently on her inflamed clit.
Sundar rotated his head between his mother’s thighs, mouth hungrily in the heated wetness of her 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, Sundar slipped his hands under her tight, firm asscheeks, pulling her hot, juice-filled cunt harder against his open mouth.
Padmabati’s cuntflesh writhed and pulsed against his face as her son buried his stiff, pointed tongue deep inside her seething cunthole. She was in seventh heaven as her son noisily sucked up her abundant juices and then began to thrust his hard tongue in and out of her quivering snatch like a short, fat cock, giving himself up completely to the wild, incestuous energy that surged between them. His beautiful respected widow mother felt the same, all thoughts of the sinful nature of their coupling were blotted from their minds. While they enjoyed each other’s bodies sexually, they ceased to be mother and son, and became simply, male and female, engaged in the age-old ritual of mutual, sexual gratification.
As his nose pressed repeatedly against his mother’s clit, Sundar heard his mother’s uninhibited moans of pleasure increased in both loudness and pitch. Her cunt began to contract, opening and closing around his tongue until he had a hard time breathing. Then he spread her still wider with his palms and began to stab and flick his tongue against his mother’s prominent clit, trying desperately to make her come, teasing the hard, erect little bud until she almost passed out from sheer pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhghhh! Suck it, mera rajabeta! Put your lips around your Maa’s cunt and suck it! Maa’s feeling so happy, my baby! Ohhhh, Lord Krishna!” Padmabati’s tongue-ravaged pussy flowered open even wider as she neared her orgasm, her cunt-juices flowing freely out over her son’s sucking mouth and chin, to trickle slowly down into the damp crevice between the cheeks of her compact huge ass.
The erotic scent of his mother’s fully aroused cunt filled his nostrils as Sundar lifted his lips to her clit and sucked it deep into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at it with a fury, pressing it hard between his lips and occasionally flicking it with the tip of his tongue, but always returning it deep into his mouth as he sucked on it like a baby on a tit.
Padmabati could feel her climax building rapidly, flowing outward from her loins like a firey tidal wave of white-hot pleasure. She pressed frantically on the back of her son’s head as he ate her, rubbing her cunt savagely against his face until she suddenly stiffened, screaming in violent orgasm. Torrents of cunt juice exploded into her son’s fast working mouth, spreading their sticky warmth all over his cheeks and down his chin until his mother heaved one last time, grunting out the last of her orgasm as she collapsed back onto the bed.
The young man looked up at his darling religious minded mother, his lower face still pressed into her cunt, watching her breasts and nipples jutting stiffly upward.
Padmabati looked down at her son, a satisfied smile on her glowing face. She held out her hands, and her obedient son scrambled up over her body until he lay on top of her, his stiff young cock pressing urgently against the damp flesh of her stomach, throbbing gently. Her pussy shivered with renewed cuntheat as she felt her son’s big prick against her belly . Although she’d just experienced a very powerful orgasm, she longed for his hard, virile young cock filling her pussy. With a moan, she pulled his cum-coated mouth down onto her own and kissed him passionately, tasting her own musky cuntjuice on his soft, wet lips.
Sundar cupped his mother’s firm, round titties and squeezed gently. His tongue parted her lips and darted down her throat as the son returned his mother’s hot, fervent kiss with equal passion.
Padmabati pulled her lips from his. “Do you want to fuck me, Beta?”, she breathed hotly into his mouth. “Would you like to fuck your mother?”
“Oh yes, Maa! I wanna fuck you now! I have wanted to fuck you for so long, Maa”, gasped Sundar.
Padmabati reached down between his muscular thighs and wrapped her long, slender fingers around his swollen prick, pumping her fist up and down her son’s long, hard shaft a number of times. She rubbed her son’s cock at her clit, mewling softly. Sundar looked down between them, writhing his ass with youthful eagerness, anxious to ram his impatient cock up his mother’s tightly-stretched cunt at the slightest provocation.
Padmabati looked up at her son with glazed eyes as her son began unbuttoning her blouse to free up her breasts which were bursting inside her blouse. Then he lowered his head and started sucking her right breast. He took almost half of her breast into his mouth and squeezed it with his lips.
She gave a soft little cry and began to stroke the back of her son’s head as he suckled her. She was even reminiscing how her son always loved sucking her breasts when he was a little kid. She let him suck until he was five years old and had to force him out of the habit because her husband objected. Otherwise, she would have let him suck as long as he wanted.
But after fifty yrs, now her dear son was back at her breasts taking up where he left long back. Padmabati was delighted to fell her son’s lips around her nipple and it increased her excitement. “Ohhhh ab roko, chodo mujhe, fuck me now, please. I cannot stand it any longer”, she whispered in her son’s ear.
Sundar lifted himself up on his elbows and positioning his cock at the entrance to his lovely respected mother’s cunt, slowly pushed it inside the velvet fold. Padmabati moaned as she felt her beloved son’s prick slide into her pussy. Then Sundar began hunching his hips, pumping his cock back and forth inside his mother’s mound with long, deep strokes.
Padmabati lifted her head and stared down between their sweat-soaked bodies, watching excitedly as her son’s virile young cock slid deliciously in and out of her snatch. Sundar noticed what his mother was doing and kissed her damp forehead. Her eyes were round and bright, fixed intently on her son’s thick, purple-veined shaft as it reamed her drooling cunt. She put her hands on his shoulders for support as he lurched forward, his weight pushing her bodily towards the head of the bed. His mother’s crotch bounced up and down against him, taking his glistening prick as deeply as possible.
On the down-stroke, Sundar began to grind his hips in a slow circle, mashing his pubic bone hard against her stiff, throbbing clit. With gasping ecstasy, Padmabati bounced her ass faster and faster, matching her son’s powerful cockthrusts with equal force. Her son fucked like a stallion, and she was determined to enjoy him to the fullest. Not only now, but every chance she got!
Sundar ran his hands all over her tingling flesh, squeezing her big, jiggling tits and creamy thighs. Anxious to please his mother, the young man fucked her like a demon, gripping her soft bubble ass with both hands as he filled her hungry cunt with a full nine inches of throbbing cock. His sperm filled balls slapped noisily against the crack of his mother’s ass, and the contracting muscles of her cunt gripped his pistoning shaft so tightly, it almost felt like his prick was being wrenched from his body each time he pulled it out of her.
Sundar inched forward, changing the angle of penetration, plunging his cock in so deep that Padmabati felt her son’s cockhead enter the very mouth of her womb! “Is that…Unghh!.. your womb I am hitting, Maa, meri darling Maa!”, panted Sundar, increasing the length and tempo of his thrusts. His voice was hoarse and his words were punctuated by frequent grunts of exertion.
“Mmmmmmm! Ohhhh… Lord Krishna ! Krishna!, yes my son! It’s your Maa’s womb where you came from 34 yrs ago! I’m so happy Beta. Don’t stop, please. Keep hitting it. I feel so thrilled!” Padmabati’s pleading voice died away to a wordless murmur as her son grabbed her firm, round tits, one in each hand, and fucked his raging cock into her upthrust cunt as hard as he could. The muscles on his back and thighs bulged with the effort as he gave his lovely mother everything she had begged for…..and more!
Sundar sensed his mother’s orgasm blossom long before he heard her loud scream of release. The whole sheath of Padmabati’s slick, quivering cunt closed tightly around his shaft, gripping and pulling at his pounding cock like a hungry, sucking mouth. His balls swelled and contracted as he felt his own climax peak with a mighty roar.
“AHHHHGGHH! OOOOOH, Sundar! My Sonamani ! NOW! OOOOOW! Lord Krishna! Krishna! NOWWW!”, yelled Padmabati as she felt her son’s powerful ejaculation blast from the tip of his cock, filling her spasming cunt with his hot, thick jism. Their bodies were a blur of motion as mother and son fucked like two wild animals in heat, abandoning themselves completely to their mutual climaxes. Their juices blended together, flooding her cunt, and washing over his cock like a hot shower.
Sundar continued hunching into her until his mother’s body went limp beneath him. All the while her pussy kept squeezing his cock, milking every last drop of cum from her young son’s sperm-filled balls. He collapsed beside her, hugging his mother’s hot sweaty body against his own.
“That was wonderful, Maa!”, he gasped, “How about for you?” His mother snuggled against him, wrapping her trembling fingers around his dwindling cock. It was still in a formidable size, coated liberally with their mingled juices.
“Ohhh!… Sundar!… Mera rajabeta!”, panted Padmabati, “It was fantastic, darling! I am in heaven, Sona! Was I better than your lover ?”, she asked eagerly.
“Yes, Maa, you were a thousand times better than Rita “, said Sundar.
“Yes, Sundar beta, You are also fantastic. If only we had been more courageous before, we could have had lots and lots of enjoyment. After your father’s death, you and I were alone so many days in the house. We could have been enjoying each other instead of sleeping separately. At least from now on, let us not waste opportunities”, enthusiastic Padmabati smiled.
Sundar looked deep into his mother’s eyes and said, “Maa, I wish you were my fiancee instead of mother and if you don’t mind please please, I want to marry you and have you as my darling wife”.
Padmabati heart almost stopped beating. This would be her ultimate happiness, Oh Lord Krishna, being wife to her own dear son. She hugged her son tight and showered kisses on his lips and cheeks and said, “Sundar, my darling Beta, I would be most happy to be your wife. I love you so much.”
“Ohhhh My sweet darling Maa, It’s my long-time dream to marry you, I prayed God for this for a long-time, thank you Lord Shiva”, Sundar expressed his joy and gratitude to Lord Shiva.
Padmabati felt thrilled realising her son respected her so much that he wanted to marry her, not just enjoy his sex. But being a mature woman, she knew that it is not practical. She looked at her son with love and said, “Oh Sundar beta, my darling. I wish you that I could get married. But you know we cannot live publicly as husband and wife as marriage between son and mother in Indian society is not only crime but also the nastiest sin”.
Sundar felt unhappy. He asked his mother, “Is there a solution to this mother? I cannot live without you from now on”.
Padmabati replied, “I too cannot live without you, darling. But we can find a solution. We should just let things stay as there. I will be your mother for the outside world. But inside the house, I will be your wife. You get a job and we will move to other city. There we can make the house as our love nest.”
Having decided on that, Padmabati and her son indulged in an orgy of love making the whole day. Sundar found his mother insatiable and he was only too happy to fuck her as many times as she desired. Both the mother and the son felt they needed to make up for all the lost time. According to Padmabati’s plan, Sundar found a job in Baroda and moved in with his widow mother.
Three months went by in total bliss for the mother-son couple and the inevitable result was happened. Padmabati missed her period next month. When she missed her period second month also, she was more than confirmed that she had gotten pregnant by her hung son, Padmabati broke the news to her husband-son with great joy.
For Sundar, this was the ultimate in happiness. To add to his happiness, one day when they were in bed, Padmabati told him ,”Sundar Beta, now that I have been your wife for over three months and further I am carrying your baby, your elder sister says that it is appropriate now for me to wear a new mangal-sutra, otherwise the fate of our coming baby would be disastrous”.
Actually the incestuous romance between Padmavati and her son was not unknown to Daya as Sundar informed all the proceedings. Hearing this and at the same time noticing her mother’s happiness again, Daya became pleased very much. So she fixed an auspicious day for their marriage. That day after completing the bath in the sacred “Ganga”, Daya helped her mother in her dressing. After one hour Padmavati was changed totally as a young bride, with full of garlands, ornaments and a red Benarasi with matching blouse.
Sundar also prepared himself as a groom, then they entered the holg Worshiproom where in front of God, Sundar put Sindoor ( Vermilion ) on his mother’s Sinthi ( Hair-parting ) and touched her mother’s feet.
“As a mother, give me your blessings so that I can fulfill my wife’s dream and keep her happy whole life”, Sundar prayed to his mother. Padmavati blessed her son by touching his head as a mother. But next moment realising her 2nd husband’s true love towards her, as a wife she touched her son-husband’s feet.
Next Sundar tied a “Mangal-sutra” around his mother-wife’s neck. Having a young husband in this age, Padmavati’s heart filled with joy and moistened her eyes with great emotion. Sundar’s eyes also filled with tears in happiness and embraced his new wife-mother, kissed her passionately.
Daya was video-graphing this great marriage with tearful eyes. At last unable to control herself, she touched her mother and step-dad’s feet, embraced them and kissed their lip-lock mouth.
“Now you are official husband-wife” separating herself after sometime, Daya declared.
After that they flew to Mauritius for their honeymoon. Seven month’s later, at 56 yrs old, Padmavati delivered a beautiful baby girl, a sister-daughter to her son- husband Sundar.
End of Ch 10
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