Family taboo, mom and son, sex stories, Mother son romance and sweet love, juicy lesbian sex…I opened up into yet another April morning- just another stereotyped drab edition of April mornings. The only difference is that it is my 39th birthday too. But nobody seems to have noticed it in my laconic domestic climate. I did not want to flash it, certain truths are to be understood without being told- that is the chemistry of familial warmth and unity. Thirty nine years and nineteen years of conjugal life ogled at me. Many more decades of dreary and desolate married life lay ahead of me fading deep in the distant labyrinth of destiny.
I stretched my limbs like a boring ritual, affected an exaggerated yawn and looked out of the tapestreid casement. Orange colored lily blooms had sprouted right across the landscape after the riotous vernal rains. The homestead was flooded with golden dandelions, velvet roses and blushing Chinese roses. The compound wall was smothered by the proud shock of sprawling jasmines. The morning was awash with a motley of flowers and the crimson sun was sending his slanting rays to design a collage of dancing shadows.
I moved to the kitchen to prepare black coffee for my husband Thomas, who will be ready by seven to go to his shop in town on his ancient moped. He is a man obsessed with and intoxicated by business. Nothing else matters to him. He is a successful rubber and spice dealer in town and a difficult person to deal with. We have long ago stopped making love. Ours is just an arrangement- he supports the family with his money and I manage the family. There is no exchange of words, there is no need. Everything functions in a settled rhythm. But I do not actually hate him, he could but be himself and I could but be myself. I am very romantic and sensual. My curvaceous body also is designed for that.
Once he scooted off on his senile, sputtering rickety two wheeler, I felt relieved. He will be back only at ten at night. (Certainly he could own the luxury of a car, but he chose to live a wretch) Now the house was left to me and to our dear son Alex. I have to prepare breakfast for both of us. He is the only being in the family that keeps me on the right side of sanity.
Whilst I was kneading the dough, I heard him stealing in behind me and hugging me from behind. I smiled to myself.
‘A very peaceful and graceful birthday to you dear mummy,’ he whispered.
I loved it, I needed it really. And I know that he was very sincere when he said so.
‘Thank you dear, but I thought that nobody in the family remembered it anymore.’
‘Not me. It is the most important day in the year, followed by Christmas, the birthday of another divine being.’
I laughed, ‘but don’t you think that your mummy should have some birth day gifts?’
‘Indeed I do. They are waiting for you on your bed. Check them out when I am gone.’ He softly ran his fingers in my thick hair and reverently swished a gentle kiss in the fluffy softness.
I smiled secretively. He came around and sat in front of me. Silence settled around us. I was busy with my dough, he was watching me, every part of me, with unbridled admiration. It is frightening to have a secretive admirer at home. A sly glance on him made me aware of my appearance. Whilst working on the flour, my gown had unhooked itself exposing my opulent boobs encased in 36D bra. He remained mesmerized and was transfixed on the pair of globular endowments on my bosom. I furtively looked down on me. The two flaps of the gown had given way and the glossy glands were rippling within the confines of the bra cups. The golden sheen of the upper uncovered half of the Dolly Parton assets was starkly available for my child to feast on.
‘These are not on display for eighteen year olds, they are only for suckling babies you know,’ I teased. He blushed and hung his head.
‘Be a good boy and hook me up,’ I said raising my messed up hands for an explanation.
He got up and came towards me like a somnambulist. His eyes fixed on my bust. His fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Due to his nervousness, his hands often dragged along the contours of my rich cleavage. I also was strangely flushed with nervousness. His fussy touch had a kinky effect on me.
Again, after a while I found the hooks undoing themselves. My child sat there hypnotized. I know that he is an avid admirer of mine and that he loves me more than anything in the world. But I had nearly never given him the chance to feast on my anatomy. Of course we cuddle and hug a great deal, but never in an un-motherly fashion. The thought of his adoring eyes on my feminine assets was strangely enticing.
During my entire culinary warfare he sat there feasting on me, following every movement of my body, often coming very close to me by way of assisting me. Once I found him running his fingers on my back, even playing with the hooks of my bra.
We sat together to have breakfast.
‘Being your birthday, I must feed you,’ he rolled up a small piece of bread and dipped it in the potato curry and pushed it into my mouth. In return I also did the same thing. Shortly we were feeding each other and giggling like naughty school girls. Somewhere down the process, I noticed that my index finger was deep in his mouth and his warm delicious tongue was sweetly caressing it. To my surprise I also was doing the same thing with his index finger. Both of us were oblivious of the surroundings, both of us were in a heavenly trance. My bust was heaving, heart palpitating and feet perspiring. His eyes were half closed, he was in a drugged dreamy world.
‘It’s wrong it’s wrong,’ somebody screamed inside me. I pulled out my finger. The spell was broken, he also pulled his out. He smiled at me innocently and the shame that had pooled up between us suddenly evaporated. I smiled back.
He got ready to go to his coaching center where he prepares for engineering entrance examination. He was a sight, a six feet high youth with no extra fat on his make. Manly muscles danced on him with a youthful vigor. His face was pleasant, just like mine. His nose is sharp and his forehead slightly bulging becoming of an intelligent man. He is just my masculine edition. He is just my image, my reflection, myself in all respects. I proudly absorbed him into my love laden soul. He came to me and hugged me from the front, which had never happened. Then he planted a soft and chaste kiss on my cheek.
‘Have a beautiful day, my godly mother,’ he said.
‘Stay away little devil, I am all ugly and smelling,’ I protested peevishly.
‘To be truthful,’ he winked again hugging me, for the second time in his life pressing my rich bust to his muscular chest, ‘I revel on your mesmerizing musk. The other day I even sniffed your used panties.’
He ran away and disappeared into the road leaving me flushed and confused. I sat back on the chair and reasoned that it is natural for a child to love the scent of its dam. Yet, more than that, it had a strange and diabolic emotional twang. It had an inexorable lure, a scintillating carnal appeal. It was preposterous at the same time it was euphoric.
Later in the morning, when the entire house was all to myself, I went to my bedroom to check out what he had left for me as a birthday gift. On the bed there was a bouquet of fresh roses and chrysanthemums. Attached to it was a paper which I plucked out and read with throbbing soul. I could not read it with the gentleness and softness of a mother reading her son’s missive of sweet nothings.
‘This Maundy Thursday, when the world observes a sublime event
I remember you and all the graces that the designer of the world showered on you
The seen and unseen ways you are cared for and the little pleasures your days are filled with.
I am happy for you and proud of you.
The words I left unsaid come and waltz for you multiplying a thousand fold
Those words remain eternally orphaned, until albeit unsaid, you have them heard
But another and another smile, when you sit back and remember awhile
The faces and events that crossed your mile and then you march abreast in regal style
You are the unit of the universe, a unit of grace, a paradigm of loving sacrifice
I read: life is 10% what you make of it and 90% how you take it.’
May your little gestures of love, expressed in a thousand little ways
That count the least to the macroscopic tumultuous whole
Count the most to the microcosmic few, even to me the least of all
On this birthday serene, may this my wish come true: May your days be awash with love,
Hope and dreams that are true and your days flush with an eternal now.’
There was another packet close by. I opened it and jerked out the curious contents. It contained a light blue gown and befitting lingerie. I wondered how he managed to get my right measurements. He knew that I loved light blue color, the color of infinity, the color of sweet ineffable sadness, the color of divinity. I decided to put them on when he is back, when I am fresh after a bath.
But my bathing has two stages. The first stage is by mid day, when there is enough warmth and sun. I opened my thick hair, dipped it in water and applied shampoo. Then I washed my face, head and neck. That much will suffice for the first part. By evening my hair will be dry. The dripping hair is an icky nuisance at night. I found myself humming all through the day as if I was pleased with myself. Life seemed more enticing. There is no living without loving and no loving without living.
Alex turned up exactly at five as expected. He came running to me and hugged me.
‘Did you put on the new dress?’
“We will do it dear, once I am bathed and clean.’ I promised and smiled sweetly.
‘Your hair smells sweet,’ he whispered and buried his faced into my hair.
‘It must be the shampoo,’ I suggested.
‘It is much more than the shampoo, it smells of you. Burrowing into your exquisite mane is like diving down a huge puff of mountain mist.’ He was forcefully inhaling as much as he could from my hair.
Again his face wandered back to my forehead. He gently kissed my brows, my eyes, my nose and my cheeks that were furiously blushing. And then as if by accident his lips met mine. The lips wandered away and again gravitated to my lips. I was shocked first then embarrassed. I kept my lips shut to minimize the impact. His delicious tongue nuzzled along the contours of my lips. Then I knew that I was precariously thawing. I was slipping down the precipice, slipping, slipping. I had opened my lips against my resolve. Our lips were glued together, out tongues were involved in a primordial love dance. His adventurous tongue was caressing the roof of my mouth, the underside of my tongue, the inner walls of my cheeks. I was swept away in a tsunami of nameless passion. I never knew that such things were possible in love.
‘No dear, let me go and take bath,’ I forcefully disengaged myself. Both of us were shaking. He came after me to the door of the bath room sniffing my fresh hair. I lovingly gave a bath to my body which is so dear to my son, a lush body that has by far defied years except for a slightly protruding tummy. If I try some physical exercise that also will go.
Back in my bed room, I put on the light blue panties he had brought. It had the exact size- 38 inches. On the outer side of the gusset there was a large butterfly painted to it. I smiled at the bawdy imagery. Then I put on the new underskirt. At that point devil had the better of me and I called my son.
‘Dear, help me with the bra,’ indeed he was anxiously waiting outside and darted in. I had put the cups in place and it had to be hooded on the back side.
His eyes were ravenously feasting on me. With devout fingers, and a pious concentration he hooked me up. Now it was the last and concluding stage. I pulled out the fresh gown and placed it against my frame. It was soft like a dream, flowing like a mountain stream and fresh smelling like an exotic tinsel world.
I mischievously smiled and put on the gown, he anxiously helped me to zip it up. Then he surveyed me from a distance with awful admiration, it was followed by a surprising gesture which took me by surprise. He genuflected with joined hands and then prostrated to kiss my feet. I hissed in shock and stepped back.
‘You deserve it my goddess mother, you deserve it,’ again he kissed my foot.
He looked at me as if he was face to face with a divine being. I surveyed myself on the mirror. Of course I looked graceful. The fabric was hugging me, accentuating my feminine geometry. Particularly the bust area had a heavenly appeal. The gown magnified the curves and differentiated the natural hue of the luscious pair.
‘I am going to be your devotee for the rest of my life,’ he whispered in a trance. I was agog with excitement. For the first time in my quasi cloistered life, I was having a true admirer. He happened to be my own son, it was terrifying and enthusing. We are not doing anything taboo after all, I reasoned.
The night progressed with a slight drizzle and a few streaks of lightning. He followed me everywhere in a hypnotic trance. I smiled to myself for the attention I was getting.
‘At this rate you will not study anything tonight. Come we will go to your room until your father comes. Take your books and I will sit by you,’ I lured him to his room.
He sat close to me and took his work book. At the top left hand corner of each page of his book had a caricature of me. It was surprising.
‘What is this?’ I asked.
‘Every page of my book begins with your face,’ he said offering me his books.
‘How do you do it?’ I wondered aloud.
‘It is easy,’ he took his pen and scribbled on a paper, ‘your are very much in my mind, you are at the tip of my pen.’
With a few diligent strokes my face and bust appeared on the paper.
‘But my bust is not this big,’ I protested.
‘No, I will show you,’ he drew out a larger picture of mine on an A4 sheet and urged me to stand in front of the mirror. He placed the caricature close to the image and asked me to compare.
He was right, my bust was indeed as rich as he had represented it. I admitted my mistake with a acquiescing smile.
‘You are the very paragon of womanhood, there is nobody like you. I will worship your bust all through my life.’ I was terribly confused but elated. I travelled along a treacherous line between right and wrong. Love became a heady obsession. My body became a musical instrument, it hummed an inaudible celestial music.
‘You are surprising me, my child,’ I said with a profound passion.
‘There is nothing surprising in it. I am filled by the love for you, you are my idol, my deity, my salvation and my eternal consolation. I keep coming back to you because you are my sole link to this world. This world becomes livable to me because you are here with me. As the bible says where your wealth is there your soul is. My soul is here with you.’
‘You are frightening me by squandering precious words. We should not go astray in the wave of passions.’
‘In love we are never wrong. I have long ago placed you in the sacred niche of my mind, long long ago, even before I could put words together.’
‘Your father will come any time and I am distracting you in the studies. Let me go,’ I got up and walked out.
‘Mommy,’ it was a heart rendering call. I turned back. He came to me and we embraced again, our lips sought each other. After a while he whispered in my ear: ‘mommy, can you do a great favor?’
‘What it is dear?’
‘Do not hate me if I am asking too much.’
‘I can never hate you, you can ask me anything.’ I encouraged him.
‘Could you be, could you be as kind as to, could you b e as kind as to lend me the panties you are putting on, I shall return it in the morning clean and pure.’
Our hands slackened on each other. I violently debated in my languid mind.
‘We cannot do that dear, we cannot do anything which might make us remorseful at a later stage,’ I said.
‘Please, it means no harm to anybody.’
I walked out with an anguished mind. It is pernicious to see my child disappointed for my sake. I walked out of the room in a hurry. I saw the head light of Thomas’ moped streaking in.
In a frenzied impulse, I pulled down the panties I had put on and rolled it into a ball. Then I called my son out of the room. I forced it into his fist and darted away to receive Thomas. I knew that the panties were unusually wet, I had been moistening them from the moment I had put them on.
I and Thomas settled on our reserved portions of the bed and busied ourselves in private thoughts. He was probably busy with his accounts and deals. I had a tremendous day to mull over.
Alex is a prize child any woman would dream to mother. Gentle loyal, well behaved and well proportioned. There is absolute sincerity and faith in his words and demeanor. One day he is going to make a lucky girl very happy with his romantic mind and beautiful body. I fancied him using his mind and body to please a girl. His lips and his fingers composing sheer poetry on female flesh, she becoming a guitar he becoming a guitarist. I tried to imagine how his lips would work their way down from her tresses. Inadvertently I became the girl. I found him provoking goose pimples along my forehead, nose and cheeks. His lips, with infinite patience, explored their way down my soft neck and collar bone. In an ecstatic anticipation I opened my gown for him and unhooked my bra. At long last it happened, his precious lips were on my lush boobs, like a fervent pilgrim at the shrine. He was worshipping them with his lips, with his tongue. His tongue bathed my tits from all sides and progressed to the apex. After a painfully long waiting, his sweetly aggressive lips were on my nipples. I made a quenching sound of sheer pleasure. My nipple disappeared into his mouth with a primordial will, with an earth shattering ecstasy. I was mewling and writhing. Just like that I came.
Fortunately Thomas was busy snoring away as usual like a manual saw mill. He knew none of the tumultuous events in my private world. To drown his irritating snoring, I tried to think of my delightful son again. Such a delicious and precocious child. It is crude of me to harbor libidinous designs on him. Nobody will forgive me, the church, the society, god almighty- all such entities will pounce on me. But my child only had time to give me a sunny day on my birthday. It is exquisite and ever green in my memory. But then, the feeling is mutual. He loves me more than I could potentially reciprocate. Then I wondered how he may be spending the night, battling it out with his maths or dreaming about me?
Slowly I cat walked to his room. There was light in his room. I stood outside his window and peeped through the slit. He was not on his studies, he was lost in another activity. He was licking the gusset of my panties and in between kissing the imaginary boobs inside the soiled gown I had put on in the morning. There was absolute pleasure on his glazed face. After each soft swipe of his tongue on the gusset he savored the taste for some time and gulped down my love secretion. It was followed by passionately burying his face in the bust of my gown, devouring the musk of my bust.
I was immensely moved. I had a tremendous urge to storm in and offer my furiously itching boobs into his mouth and also to offer my nectar filled petals to his promising lips. But reason prevailed. I cannot and will not do it. I was becoming a beast, I had to snub my depravity right in the bud.
In the morning he was back again in the kitchen with me, often sniffing my hair, feeling me and hugging me from behind.
‘It was real heaven yesterday with your panties. It was the most delicious thing I ever had in my whole life,’ he proclaimed.
I suppressed a smile, too embarrassed to say anything. Thereafter it became a routine. We would kiss passionately before he goes to the coaching center and also when he returns in the evening. Before retiring for bed, I would give him my panties which he would lick and enjoy at night and place on the line in the morning after washing it. We remained warm and caring for each other all the time. I was happy that albeit the strong temptations, we never transgressed the borderlines to the no man’s land of unbridled passions.
The next strong push in the queer but quaint direction happened with the visit of my younger sister Mary. She visits us on an off, whenever her husband is away on long tour. She is afraid to stay alone at night. Sometimes she would invite Alex to give her company at night. She is a younger edition of me with her 35 years and a bold appetite for life. When she is around we had to be careful. In the morning, before going to his coaching center, Alex insisted that he should have the regular petting session. I cautioned him that we could be caught red handed by the nosy Mary. But he was adamant. At last I yielded because it was impossible to deny him anything.
Late in the morning Mary confronted me with a vicious grin.
‘I demand an explanation,’ she said, ‘for the un motherly kiss you shared with Alex’
‘How do you know there is nothing unmotherly in it,’ I protested.
‘Wrong. I have been watching you and listening to the sounds from the room. Now out with it.’
‘You are sick,’ I hissed.
‘Dear Alice, there is no need to hide anything from me. I can be truthful to you if you are truthful with me. We are almost in the same boat.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Come sit here and relax. We cannot and will not harm each other.’
I sat on the sofa and looked down peevishly.
‘You are beautiful, do you know that. Your moron of a husband does not know that. I am not as attractive as you are. If I had breasts as beautiful as yours. In fact I had a crush on you for long. But that is not the point. You should not let slip the good fortune you are blessed with. Opportunity does not knock twice.’
‘Tell me in plain language.’
‘You will be the luckiest girl on earth, if you play your cards diligently,’ she said.
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Well, Alex is an asset, in bed and outside it. We have made love quite a number of times. Once you make love to him, you are hooked. He is created to please a woman. He makes love with his soul mind and body. And then he has infinite patience. Such men are one in a million. Only problem is that he is obsessed with you. I am capitalizing on the promise that I am your younger edition. He is lavishing me because he cannot have you. I would never have shared him with anybody else, had it not been for his organic love for you. Instead of school girlish kissing really have him, then you know what his tongue and fingers in harmony with his soul and mind can do to you. But that is only the tip of the story. I can never let you know in dear words of human speech what his blessed manhood can do to a woman. No man could ever fill me and satisfy me the way he does.’
My head was spinning. So much of blasphemous things she blurted out in single breath.
‘How could you, is it not taboo?’
‘Taboo, hog wash. Our bloody holy scriptures are full of incestuous stories. All animals practice it without an iota of compunction. The primitive tribal societies are not ashamed to practice it. The ancient Incas and the Ptolemies of Alexandria perfected it, Joseph Stalin and Emperor Shajahan enjoyed it. Nothing is either good or bad, only our mind has to be unfettered. Do you know that your son worships the very ground that you walk on. When I offered my dripping pussy to his hungry mouth for the first time he was literally sobbing with pleasure and crying out ‘my mummy, my mummy’. Remember that we can share him and make our days fervently wonderful. To be or not to be- that is the question.’
‘You never care for right and wrong.’
‘I would rather quote John Locke. One can never say you are wrong, one can only say you do not appear to be right in the light of my current knowledge.’
When she was gone I was pulled into a great vacuum. I was caught between two extremes. That evening after having taken bath I had settled on the sofa and was cutting my toe nail. Alex was watching TV. After a while I realized that he was not watching TV anymore. His eyes were fixed on my feet. I looked at him in askance.
‘Your toes are so beautiful, like the silken petals of an exotic flower. Would you let me manicure your feet?’
‘Of course,’ I said quite amused.
He took both of my feet into his lap and fondled the toes. I enjoyed the heady feeling of being exquisitely pampered. Then he proceeded to shape the nails as if there was an infinity before him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then I experienced a soft wetness on my toes. He was found kissing and licking them. When my astonishment subsided I decided to let it go. The feeling was wonderful. Each jab of his tongue sent streaks of please right up to my brain. I realized that my panties were being drenched.
His ministrations progressed uphill. He was softly kissing and bathing my calves and shin. Inadvertently I opened my legs to accommodate him. When he reached my knees I closed my legs and forcefully said that it was enough. But I was immensely excited and my pussy was flooded. I could retire to my room and touch myself. But I had never done it and do not want to do it.
‘Thank you dear for the service. Now I am going to my room. But here is a special gift for you,’ I smiled and pulled down my unusually drenched panties. I exposed the gusset and declared nonchalantly: look you are the author of this, hence you own it.
He made a sound of pure happiness. The gusset had a heavy coating of sticky syrupy warm nectar spilled over from my full blown flower. Immediately he buried his head in it and licked up thick snots and swished them in his mouth lost in oblivious bliss and ran away to the privacy of his room. I wondered where we were headed.
Next day Mary called me over the phone:
“Tonight I am alone, can you send him to me for the night?’
‘Of course not.’
‘There you are, jealous girl.’
‘It is not jealousy, he performs on his violin tonight at the town hall, I am going with him.’
“That is wonderful. I am also coming for the event. You know what, every woman is a violin in his hands.’
Three of us went together to the town hall, he was seated in the middle in the taxi. Both of us women were feeling him and adjusting his bow tie and shirt. He was sandwiched between our thighs. There were many more maiden performers. His turn came after five or six performers.
It was a sight, he was beaming in the lime light. His impressive height and his immaculate dress crowned by his youthful and pleasant face had a deep impact on the audience. He played a slightly melancholy strain on the string, His nimble and confident fingers flitting on the right strings.
‘Look at him, oh look at him,’ Mary whispered, ‘no woman can resist him.’
I nodded in assent.
‘But you look at his crotch, can you make out the outline of his manhood? You can, imagine what he is hiding inside.’
I had never ever checked him out. I was too afraid to do that. Under her pressure I cast my glance at the relevant part of his body. I could not discern the actual shape of his organ, but the prominent bulge had the juicy promise of what was inside.
On the way back home both of us took turns to congratulate him and to smother him with our nearly amorous attentions.
That night I had a presentiment that Mary would steal her way to his room. When night was deep and everything was silent, I softly waded my way to the window of his room. I was not disappointed, she was in the room.
‘Come-on darling, help me out of these,’ she cooed.
Most willingly he approached her and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.
‘Whenever I touch the bust of my divine mother I shake with awe and adoration, but your shirt I can open with much more confidence,’ he observed.
‘Have you really seen her breasts exposed?’
‘Not exactly. I have seen them encased in beautiful bras. I had ejaculated just touching the flap of her gown.’
He peeled off her white shirt and sniffed its armpit.
‘You have the same aroma as that of my goddess.’
‘We both are from the same mould.’
With extreme care and devotion he opened her bras and kissed the inside of each cup.
‘My breasts are also full and luscious.’
‘Yes auntie, they are beautiful and delicious. But somehow I feel that my goddess has a richer pair which are more divine.’
He began to fondle and make love to her breasts. He was licking her bust from right armpit to the left. At the same time his deft fingers were making magical movements on the crowned globes like a maestro. She was sighing and gasping in sheer pleasure.
‘Do you know darling, one day you are going to have your goddess herself?’
‘How do you know, when?’
‘Just wait and see, one day you will be slurping her heavenly nectar directly from the petals. But then you should not show me the door.’
‘If it ever happens it will be the day of my nirvana, fulfillment.’
She feverishly pushed his lips to one of her nipples and suggested, ‘no talking please.’
Her nipple was furiously erect and extended. He made love to it as if it was an erect phallus and his lips a well oiled vagina. She hissed with pleasure.
‘Who will teach my husband how to do this?’ she wondered aloud.
Her wet nipple came in and out of his wet mouth in a seasoned rhythm. Her hands softly fondled his head by way of encouragement.
‘Such a sweet darling you are,’ she cooed, ‘your exquisite ministrations have softened, enlarged and sensitized my breasts. Now my husband loves them more. He will never know our little secret. With your love making my insomnia is gone, head ache and heaviness of the breast during menstruation are gone. More than that you are the author of the healthy sheen on my breasts and face.’
He smiled being encouraged.
‘But I imagine that these breasts belong to my goddess mother’
‘I know it naughty child,’ she guided his lips to the other nipple, ‘too bad tonight I cannot make love to you the usual way. Do you know why?”
“I do, you will scream and mewl and my parents will rush in alarmed.’
‘Exactly, but I want to come twice or thrice with your most wonderful tongue.’
‘It is my pleasure dear aunt, I will do anything to make you happy as you are the nearest best I can think of after my sweet goddess.’
Now he knelt on the floor and delicately opened her black skirt. It flowed down along her supple thighs. She stood there in her cream panties which had a prominent wet patch in front. He kissed the crotch of the panties and pulled them down exposing her soft furry shining pussy. Her opening was shining as if it was heavily oiled.
He opened the panties and licked the honey settled in the gusset.
‘No dear you can keep it for the night, now concentrate on me,’ she demanded.
‘Oh yes’
‘First let me have my way, then it is all yours,’ she said and nudged him to the bed. He stretched on the bed face upwards. She sat on his face with gentle care. He swirled his wet tongue along the delicious rim of her bottom hole.
‘That is nice my dear, oh yea, yes nice,’ she whimpered.
‘I wish my goddess too has such soft silken hair along the rim,’ he lisped softly biting pulling on the delicate hair.
‘I promise she has, yes, and you know what, indeed your goddess is beautiful. I have long since been dreaming of making love to her, no human being can resist her luxurious grace,’ she had closed her eyes and was relishing the exquisite sensations sweeping past her body.
‘My husband does not do it the right way. He does it only to please me. On the other hand, my dear, you do it because you love and adore female asshole. I would rather have your seed planted in my womb than his, we will see.’
‘I wish I could feast on her whom I adore,
‘Now concentrate here darling,’ she positioned her pussy on his lips, they were joined like two pieces of magnet. His lips lovingly caressed her folds and slurped up the thick syrups gathered at the opening.
‘Ohh yes, here we are,’ she drained deep into his eager mouth and climaxed. Then she wiped up the streams of nectar flowing down his chin and redirected them into his mouth.
‘Thank you,’ he said. Now she relaxed on the bed spreading her legs. He settled close by and was raining petal soft kisses on her forehead.
‘Take your time dear, this is real relaxation therapy,’ she said closing her eyes.
His fingers, lips and tongue were simultaneously at work. Their agonizingly slow progress down south she was realizing in the core of her being. He spent an inordinately long period of time on her ear lobes and neck. His hands were softly massaging the contours of her bobs. His mouth was making love to one of the strutting nipples. Now his mouth was buried deep in her armpit and licking up her feminine fragrance. Now he was on her belly, kissing licking massaging and pressing at the right points. He proceeded to her thighs with the same reverent process, down and down right down to the twitching toes. Soft sounds of pleasure emerged from her mouth. Now he moved up slowly, this time to settle at her dripping core.
He sniffed and whiffed softly for some time along the furry surroundings then he tentatively ran his silken tongue along the outer folds. Then he settled on her clitoris which was already bathed in her delicious juice. May was writhing bucking and whimpering. He stiffened his tongue and penetrated her like a penis. Now he was making love to her and occasionally slurping the precious nectar. An earth shattering orgasm was building up in her, kicking and screaming she came into his hungry mouth. Her squirts hit the roof of his mouth one after another. Her underbelly convulsed violently. Slowly she descended down to a sedated stupor. He was still softly licking and kissing her core to facilitate the process.
‘That was something,’ she slowly opened her eyes, ‘this night I am going to have a serene slumber.’ She slowly eased out of him.
‘Do you need the panties now?’
‘No you can taste it at night and give it back in the morning,’ he helped her put on the bra and the shirt. While buttoning he kissed every inch being covered by the fabric. Then he tucked in the shirt into her skirt and kissed the ball of her panties in his fist. She kissed him and walked out like a satiated female animal.
I was stupendously excited. My pure honey was running down my thighs. In was my ovulation day was on and sexual tension was very much there. I experienced a strong itch in my folds. I was slightly disappointed because I did not get a glimpse of his purportedly legendary phallus. But I had taken a significant decision. He is mine, I have more right on him than any other woman. We have the right to love and share our feelings. He is after all my own extension.
In the morning I was hyper sensitive with excitement. Purposely I put on the light blue gown and fitting bra. As usual he hovered around me in the kitchen, sniffing feeling and subtly kissing. But we did not transgress the boundaries. The parting kiss in the morning also was unusually passionate. Our tongues dueled passionately, our bosoms strained to merge into each other. When he was gone I was ravaged by a strange loneliness. I wanted release, I wanted to hold somebody, I wanted intimacy.
At that very moment Mary came to the room unannounced. I stood there with confused tears in my eyes.
‘Poor Alice, you are frustrated,’ she came to me and kissed my forehead. Instantly we found ourselves locked up in a fierce embrace. The softness of our curvaceous breasts squashed each other, our tongues were feasting on each other’s lips. I was whimpering and straining into her.
‘Relax Alice, we have the whole day,’ she tried to moderate me, ‘come to the bed room and let me show you the way.’
Softly lisping sweet nothings, she patiently opened my hair and kissed many strands of hair. Now she was opening my gown.
‘This gown certainly multiplies your ultimate feminine charm, but we have to get you out of it,’ she said. She surveyed me in bra and panties. Clear honey had run down both my legs.
‘For more than twenty years I have been dying to enjoy this ultimate beauty that has defied time.’ In a sweeping move she removed the bra.
‘Oh my God, these heavenly breasts. Glossy and self radiant, they are still in perfect shape,’ she reverently kissed my nipples. I was only partially conscious of what was happening. We were in the bed now. She was fondling by breasts and licking their crowns. I heard myself gasping and hissing. My hands were fondling her head. She took an eternity to pamper my breasts, I did not want to stop.
She was slowly moving down, composing epics of passion downstream with her tongue and fingers.
‘I have never seen a woman this wet, you have wasted so much of precious nectar,’ she licked up the juice on my thighs and returned to my throbbing core.
After many years of deprivation it was like a shower in the desert, with the accompaniment of thunder and lightning. I came violently into her mouth. Being an expert she handled the situation correctly adjusting her ministrations at the right points and slowly brought me down to the ground.
‘Your honey tastes exactly like mine, sweet and promising. Your son will never be tired of eating you,’ she said. I smiled softly. Gently she returned to my pussy again. With her tongue and finger systematically she worked me up to a thunderous climax. I flushed her face with my juice.
When we were relaxed, I whispered into her ear: Thank you so much Mary. I needed it very badly.
In fact I had been unhappy with her, now I could forgive everything.
I turned to her and we kissed again. My hands moved to her enticing breasts.
‘You don’t have to, I can understand,’ she said unsure of herself.
‘I want it, I really want it. I want to experience how it is like when somebody eats a woman.’
I imitated her technique on her breasts. I was pleased that I could control her passions and under my soft ministrations she was transforming into a mass of consolidated passion. The feel of another woman’s breasts was wonderful. I realized why men are so anxious to suck and lick on luscious breasts. The softness,warmth and feeling of intimacy are unique. Mary was slithering in a bout of carnal ecstasy. I was happy for being the architect of her rapture.
I was not sure whether I would enjoy eating another woman. My primary objective was to realize how my son would feel on me. The first few tentative jabs changed everything. I was hooked. It proved to be the most heavenly experience one can ever have. The mouth watering taste on the nectar she yielded itself was more than a reward for my ministrations. It is true that the honey a woman produces in the height of love is really delicious. The intimacy and soul to soul link thereof cannot be experienced in any other situation. When a woman opens up her holiest of the holy into the loving mouth of a trustful partner, she is expressing her absolute trust in him or her. This is the most exquisite moment of union, the oblivious moment when everything else fades into impertinence.
The climax that I lovingly built up in her was moderately strong for an amateur. Of course she had had few orgasms in the previous night.
‘That was very cute of you,’ she said with grateful tears once her passions had subsided.
‘I am happy that I could do that to you,’ I said demurely.
‘This is the most treasured luxury I ever had. For long long years I have fantasized on you. In every woman I had an affair with, I tried to find you, your tits, your nectar, your lips and your love.’
‘I don’t consider me to be a lesbian.’
‘Who said you are. This is an expression of ultimate love. We do not have to brand it. Your real man is very close to you. Only give him the right signal. He may not take the initiative, he is so gentle. Your body, mind and biological cycle need his ministrations. With his care your periods will not be as troublesome as they are now.’
‘I know dear, I know,’ I said softly.
‘Please do not monopolize him. I may need him from time to time.’
‘Of course. He is yours too. Have him whenever you need him. At least for three days in a month I will be off with my menstruation and you can have him all to yourself during those days.’
She laughed mysteriously, ‘You will be proved wrong Alice, very wrong. We have to come out of the old mindset.’
I did not understand what she meant by that but I did not insist on an explanation.
‘I don’t know how to take the initiative with my son.’
‘Your desire will show you the way. Just let go. Just open your heavenly breasts, for example, and offer to him and the rest will happen naturally.’
I felt relaxed and well cared for.
Nothing much happened during the days that followed. We kissed passionately and at night he could feed on the honey I happened to deposit on the gusset. We would feed each other and lick each others’ fingers with an exquisite abandon.
The real chance smiled on me shortly. He had to go to Cochin City to take the entrance examination. I offered to accompany him and check into a hotel for the night. He was all too happy to have me with him. I was excited like a school girl. We sat together in the city bound bus, our thighs embracing and enjoying each other, my anxious breast occasionally gracing over his back, our hands holding each other.
‘I am perfectly happy sitting close to you like this, savoring your musk and absorbing your warmth,’ he whispered.
‘I know dear, we can never part. We need each other,’ I said.
‘I cannot ever stay away from you. I want to be around you, worshiping you filling my eyes with your celestial frame.’
‘Every woman looks like me.’
‘Never, all women are different, the proportions are different, attitudes are different, inner climates are different, profiles are different. Only Mary Auntie comes somewhere near to you.’
‘Do you like her very much?’
‘Yes, she has the verve and the right attitude. Her body is very close to yours. I love to watch her body transmuting in the paroxysms of love. I guess that your breasts are few grades better than hers.’
‘You will find out dear’
‘When?’ he was beaming with anxiety and angst.
‘Tonight if possible,’ I said.
‘That is great, so the worshipper is being favored by the deity.’
I confidently slept leaning on his stout and stealthy shoulder.
I laughed. We checked into a hotel in the city overlooking the back waters. It was a beautiful Saturday evening. I plunked into the chair to get used to the new surroundings. He went to the bath room to wash away the dust of the road. Few floors below the city simmered and bubbled up in its listless chaotic order.
He emerged from the bath room with his trousers only on and upper half of his trunk naked. Reclining on the chair I absorbed his well chiseled glistening muscular body. There was not a single lump o f baby fat on him, a cent percent male specimen he was. It excited me that he was entirely mine for all time to come.
I got up to remove my sari, I needed a bath. He came forward to help me. He carefully peeled of the sari as if it was a very delicate material and folded it properly. With fervent and trembling hands he helped me to unhook the blouse. His eyes were devouring my breasts when the blouse came away. I decided to retain the bra. My blouse was soaked with sweat. He grabbed it like a treasure and inhaled deep from it.
‘The fragrance of paradise,’ he commented.
I removed my drenched panties also and offered to him. Now I was only in my under skirt and bra.
‘Please take out my pale blue gown and panties dear,’ I retired to the bath room.
I did not disturb my hair, rather I washed the reaming part of the body. My pussy was lathered with excess pussy juice. I washed my entire body clean with meticulous devotion as it was a special day for both of us. After washing I put on his used shirt left in the bath room. It loosely hung down to my mid thighs. I left the first few buttons open as my breasts were too large for them.
He was deeply engrossed in licking and inhaling the gusset. He seemed to be oblivious of the world around.
‘The taste and fragrance of your nectar distracts me from the reality,’ he confessed and stood up apparently shocked by my tantalizing presence. I knew before hand that my semi nude appearance would take him by the horns. My breasts were nearly exposed for his lustful young eyes to feast on. The buttoned part of the shirt accentuated the appeal of my small waist. The tail of the shirt hardly concealed the pleasure garden in the valley between my supple thighs, lush with a soft turf of spritely grass.
He stood up like a dreamer and then knelt before me. Then with all of his piety and devotion he kissed the part of me that was just in front of him- my stomach.
‘Shall I put on the bra, under skirt and gown,’ I asked.
‘Wait, please wait,’ he whispered as if in a church.
‘Then let me do my hair and eye lashes,’ I moved to the table. He reclined on the bed close by watching me with his love laden eyes. If I bend a little he would get a glimpse of my hairy pussy. I did so occasionally to taunt him and I did it so very innocently. After a while he was running his soft gentle fingers up and down my thighs.
‘You are entering un charted areas,’ I commented with affected indifference and continued with my work.
Emboldened, his hand inched further upwards. I was getting positively wet. I was dying to get his fingers right into the core of my being. Shortly I realized that he was wiping out the wetness with his finger and eating it. My pussy was burning and reeking with a longing to have his finger inside me. No, he was intruding only up to the threshold and going back with his nutritious booty. I was tortured by a sweet pain of waiting. At that true moment I made up my mind to take the decisive step from which there is no turning back.
I turned around. My eyes were lust laden and motherly reason had altogether faded away.
‘Enough of this torture dear, I must do something for both of us, this restraint is killing us,’ I declared for both of us and lifted the shirt a few inches. He lay there transfixed glued to my glistening pussy. Gently and tenderly I sat on his eager face, in no time our lips were latched, my vertical lips and his horizontal lips. It was an epochal moment. Tears of joy appeared in the eyes of millions of stars arrayed up there to witness the holy union. On the tremblingly expectant blades of grass heavens sprinkled tiny sparkling globules of holy water. With a few soft test jabs with his magical tongue I came into his mouth shuddering. It was a miraculous moment, the universe had shrunk into our clamped lips.
Relaxing in the afterglow of the first climax, I stretched on the bed quite relaxed, offering myself absolutely to my child. He very carefully, without disturbing me, opened my shirt and for the first time watched my boobs fully disclosed.
‘Oh my goddess, my adorable goddess,’ he murmured cajoling them with his gifted hands. His magic fingers were all over them, they were followed by his lips and tongue. They rained excruciating pleasure on me from armpit to armpit.
‘I have rehearsed this moment many times over. I am familiar with every cuticle of your armpit,’ he whispered. I encouraged him running my hands over his thick hair. I was going through a curious metamorphosis. My entire body became hyper sensitive to his touché and streaks of shooting pleasure rippled past me. As I had witnessed once, his mouth was making love to my erect and elongated nipple. It had stiffened and swelled out as though it was going to burst out. The sensation thereof was ineffable. Sweeping pleasure rippled through me. His well lubricated mouth was performing wonders on my long neglected nipple. Impatiently I pushed his mouth to the other nipple which had been protesting. Immediately his hands and fingers were active on the deserted boob. His hands softly and reverently massaged the shining cone and brought the extreme sensations to the apex.
I was extremely relaxed and I heard myself making strange sounds. I never knew that these breasts of mine contained so much of pleasure and grace.
Slowly his lips and hands began to move further down. His trail of wet and endearing kisses landed everywhere. My body was floating in an ocean of unprecedented pleasure. My underbelly quivered and throbbed when his lips reached there.
‘My goddess’ thighs are like cool shining marble,’ he was making love to my soft thighs. I spread my thighs involuntarily. My body seemed to be independent of my mind and brain. His soft but sure lips were all over my thighs. I could only whimper encouragement. His prodding assertive hands were prying into my bottom, his lips followed. My body spread the thighs as much as possible to facilitate him.
‘Oh my goddess, my exquisite goddess,’ he kept on exclaiming watching and kissing my bottom.
‘If paradise is not here where else it could be?’ he was wondering and softly teasing the ring of hair along the periphery of my asshole with his wonderful tongue. When his tongue tried to invade deep into the hole the sensation was simply beyond words. I longed the whole of him to be sucked in through my bottom.
‘Thank you mummy for this blessing, I do not want to leave this soft recess of yours.’
I whimpered and tried to spread my legs further, my hands were busy feeling his head and encouraging him.
Then I felt him moving upwards to my sanctum sanctorum. My opening was over flowing with pristine love. His hungry mouth zeroed in to slurp every drop of that. Feeding him with my clear nectar was much more exciting than breast feeding him when I had milk. His lips and tongue were everywhere on my pussy. My clit was throbbing violently and the love canal was convulsing pushing out more and more delicious honey for my darling child.
I was shaking all through in the violent throes of ecstasy. Then I felt it coming, just like a tornado. I heard distant rumblings, violent fulminations somewhere inside me. My hands were squeezing and pressing his head deep into me, my legs were furiously thrashing. I screamed like mad. Then I felt the flood gates exploding inside me, my underbelly underwent violent spasms. I flooded my darlings face with my special cream. He struggled hard not to spill a single drop. He knows how very precious every drop is. Once the convulsions subsided he gently kissed my garden hole to softly land me on the plain of reality. After shocks swept past me like an epileptic.
I felt myself slipping into a sweet slumber, forgetting everything, shedding my existential worries. Vaguely I felt him covering me with a blanket. Then I was in the garden of stars, lost is sweet dreamy slumber.
When I opened my eyes late in the morning next day, I found him to have bathed and freshened up. He was gently and tenderly kissing and sniffing at my love canal. When I looked at him he smiled sweetly.
‘It was the night of fulfillment, my most adorable incarnation of feminine perfection,’ he proclaimed.
On the table he had brought out breakfast.
I gently caressed his head whilst he tried to dive deep into my core.
‘Wait my sweet angle, let me freshen up,’ I walked to the bathroom stark naked. I surveyed myself in the mirror.
‘You will no more be neglected, be patient,’ I patted my happy pussy.
Meticulously I washed away all the remnants of our riotous love making. Then I brushed my teeth and took bath. When I came out he was ready with my light blue gown. I put it on with nothing inside. Breakfast was ready on the table.
‘My darling had only me for dinner, you must be famished,’ I Said.
‘The best ever dinner supper lunch or breakfast one can expect on earth here between your heavenly thighs. I am not famished at all,’ he insisted.
We fed each other, often making love to the fingers inserted in each other’s mouth.
Once the breakfast was disposed, we settled on the bed again.
‘I have made a decision,’ he said, ‘I am not going to take the entrance examination. I do not want to move to a distant engineering college and miss you. I would rather join the nearby college for B. sc. Maths.’
‘Than you my sweet child,’ in fact the same dread had been nagging me for long. He was my raison d’être. Once he is gone there will only be a dreary desert before me.
‘Now come here,’ I commanded. He was instantly in my lap with a devilish grin. I opened my gown and pulled out an anxious breast. Immediately he was latched to the stiffened nipple. He sucked on me exactly as he used to do when he was a child. The same smile of warm satisfaction flitted on his cherubic face. After some time I moved him to the other breast. Both of us were in real heaven.
‘After lunch we can go home and continue life with a new confidence,’ I told him while nursing him.
‘We will be one body hereafter,’ he said.
‘That will be wonderful.’
I rolled up the skirt of my gown and guided him to my steaming pussy. He needed no prompting.
‘Take every drop my darling, mommy is making it exclusively for you, for your health,’ I cooed.
He was licking and sucking my most delicate parts without hurting me. With a sweet finesse I poured another quantum of lave erupted from inside me along with a gentle orgasm.
‘Do you mind, would you..’ I asked looking eagerly into his trousers.
‘Of course,’ he smiled and pulled down his trousers. For the first time after ten years I was seeing his manhood. With a glorious erection it was magnificent indeed. It was not terribly big though. May be eight and a half inches. Yet it was different. The head of the phallus was bulbous, engorged. This gave it the shape of a piston, real fleshy piston.
My mouth watered to have it immediately. I kissed the tip, it was messy with many auto ejaculations.
‘Can I, shall we?’I wondered aloud. His eyes implored profoundly to let go.
Tenderly I made him lie down on the bed and balanced myself on top of him. It was a little difficult to push in the head. With excess lubrication it somehow went in. the feeling was altogether unheard of. I felt filled in and complete. The black hole was no more there. The inflated head reached up and whispered to the cervix with a timeless nostalgia. I closed my eyes to let the sensations sink in. he was busy fondling my breasts. His face beamed with extreme happiness.
Slowly I began to pump him. Now I understood what Mary meant by her words. The piston reached out and tickled each molecule of my canal. Not a single point was left out. Each stroke up and down was a saga. The extremely sweet burning sensation inside was heavenly. I noticed that my nipples were becoming excessively wet with excitement. It was a new experience. I hoped that he would lick them clean. Reading my mind his wet lips clamped on one nipple followed by the other. He was now pumping on my erect and stiff nipples in phase with my pumping him.
I cried out, I thought I was going to die, at least I was going to swoon. Perhaps I urinated on him. I lost control of myself. I collapsed on him in the violence of the orgasm. When I opened my eyes he was lovingly running his fingers in my entangled hair. He was still stiff and inside me. With his encouragement I pumped him again. The next orgasm was not as violent and the first one.
Then came the phone call, Mary was on the other end.
‘Did you make it,’ she asked.
‘Yes, we are coupled now in the bed,’ I revealed proudly.
‘Smart girl. I knew that you would make it. I have never seen a penis like his. Enjoy it as much as you want, he can stay stiff for long. Its inflated end can work out miracles inside you. No part of your core will be left unattended.’
‘I know dear.’
‘Make the best of him. He is your own and he will never harm you,’
‘I know.’
The spell was broken. I pulled out from him. My juice gushed out profusely. Immediately he went down on me and slurped up the entire syrup.
Back at home we settled into a new rhythm of life. In the morning and evening we petted a great deal. Whenever he desired I would feed him from my overflowing pussy. Sometimes we would spend hours on end with him loving my breasts, often towards the end I would guide his face to my pussy. Whenever I needed a therapeutic and earth shattering orgasm, I would make love to him the usual way. The wonderful quality of his phallus remained a secret between me and Mary. Mary would have him once or twice a week.
A few days later, I received him from the college as usual. We were fondling as usual and I told him that I was on my period so he had better to Mary, to spend a day or two. It was my first period since we began the new life. Suddenly he became alert.
‘That is wonderful, I am not going anywhere, I need you now,’ he scooped me up and ran to the bedroom.
‘Darling I will be ugly and messy down there,’ I protested.
In a hurry he lifted my gown and pulled down the panties along with the sanitary napkin. Fortunately I do not bleed much. Just two or three drops and some weakness for a day or two. But with his caring, I had felt no heaviness of the breast, no back pain, no head ache. On the pad there was a slight redness. My pussy looked glum and dispirited.
To my surprise his mouth was down there. I had been taught over the years that menstruation was an ugly thing, that women were impure during their periods. He seemed to fee otherwise.
Suddenly I realized that my pussy was not glum any more. She was beaming with excitement acknowledging the attentions she was receiving. Shortly his wonderful mouth worked out the most beautiful orgasm in me. That night we coupled and the chain of orgasms that followed drowned all the feelings of being impure.
Few days later Mary called over the phone: ‘Alice I am coming over.’
‘Is your husband on tour?’
‘He is on tour in the first place and in the second place I am on my period,’ she giggled. I also laughed understandingly.
‘I have heard that menstrual ooze contains many female hormones, do you think that ire would affect his libido if he drinks so much of it?’
‘I am just like you, only a drop or two. But I am not anxious to feed him, I am more interested to be impaled by him. His service immediately rejuvenates us back to normal.’
‘Yes,’ I agreed with no further argument.
