Bab 3003: A SON'S LOVE FOR HIS MOTHER
My lust for my mother grew bigger and bigger, every passing year, and at 22, I have reached such an extreme stage that I cannot sleep without fapping to my darling mother.
I love her and I care for her, and I wish the best for her, like every other son. I have utmost respect for my mother.
But, the moment I enter my room and close the door, incestual desires fill inside me, turning me into a dirty animal, desperately craving for his mother's mature pussy.
I was introduced to sex and to the world of porn when I was 18. I was still in high school when I turned 18, and was in my final year.
Internet at home gave me easy access to all kinds of adult videos, and while all my friends, who watched porn, fantasized on the girls in school, for some strange reason, I felt attracted towards my mother.
Initially, I hated myself every time I had dirty thoughts about my mother. Images of her in her inner-wear, or being touched inappropriately by strangers kept coming in my thoughts. I felt like I had no control over it, and soon found myself filled with remorse.
I stopped watching porn, and life was back to normal. I was, however, getting increasingly frustrated with my studies and personal life. It felt like I had no source of happiness, and I was getting depressed.
Peer pressure had also taken a toll on me. My best friends were all getting laid, and I did not even have a girlfriend.
My boring, tedious single life & my growing sexual needs left me with no other option than to start watching porn, again.
The second attempt at porn was a largely satisfying and rewarding experience. Explicit thoughts of my mom had stopped flashing in my mind, and I was thoroughly enjoying porn now.
I would at times think really indecent stuff about the girls in school and fap to them. But mostly I would be dry humping myself, on the bed, thinking about the scenes from the porn movie I last watched. Very soon, I was a proud porn addict.
My Senior Board Exams were almost here, and my poor results in the mock tests, forced my parents to cancel the internet connection. I felt devastated.
I was missing my daily dose of adult content, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt I could not even breathe. Such was my addiction to porn, I wanted it a thousand times more than a normal boy of my age would.
A months study leave was what I had to prepare for the exams. I found myself unable to do anything. I was told only to concentrate on studies, and not being allowed to leave my house meant that I was stuck at home, alone with my mother.
Yes, my mother!! And that is when I started to develop extremely sinful feelings for her. Having spent time with her for almost the whole of 1 week, I found scandalous images of my mother coming back into my mind.
She would be around me right from the morning till the time I slept, and spending so much time with her had the devil in my mind creeping out.
I found myself checking out her curvy body, her firm boobs and I was always trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage.
I realized everything else I was doing to keep myself sexually engaged, was to keep myself away from lusting for my mother. I realized I was watching porn only because I wanted the shots from porn to replace the lewd thoughts about my mother. I realized I was fapping to my classmates only to stop myself from wanting to masturbate to my mother.
I realized it was my mother I really wanted, and I am filled with feelings for her, a son should never have for his mother.
That night I could not sleep. All I could do was imagine my mother as the female subject in the umpteen porn movies I had watched, and myself as the male pleasing her. All I could do was imagine being on the bed with her.
I was hard. I could feel my young virgin cock throbbing with excitement, and I rushed to the washroom to shoot out my load for her.
I tried masturbating thinking about my mother, but even after being completely overtaken by lust, I just could not stroke myself to an orgasm. Instead I started thinking about how my mother grew me up. I started thinking about my dad.
My dad was my superhero, always working hard for us. I could never do something that would hurt him. And I cursed myself for wanting to own his wife - my mother.
I was upset, tired, and confused. I told myself I will never think dirty about my mother, for the sake of my dad, and our family.
But the question still remained - Would I have Fucked My Mother, otherwise?!
Next day, after waking up, I found it difficult to face my mother. I just could not look at her. All the courage I had built to shamelessly long for her, seemed to have been washed away.
I was stuck in a turmoil of feelings and emotions. I was angry at myself for having wanted something I should have never wished for.
I wanted to punish myself. I felt losing control over my life. I was sexually infuriated, and I started understanding how badly my addiction to porn has affected me, and my life.
I loved my mother, but I also found myself wanting her more and more, in ways she will never let me have her.
I, now, had only less than 3 weeks for my Board Exams, and I had still not started studying. I was well on my way to messing things up, and that is when the golden idea struck me.
"Why not ask my mother to help me study??" I thought.
I did not know if I wanted it so that I could be close to her, or if I really wanted her help to study. 'BOTH', was the answer, maybe. I wanted to start studying, but I also wanted her presence near me.
I knew it will not help me get rid of the lust I have for her. I knew it may make things worse. But such was my state of mind, I was not able to even convince myself to choose between right and wrong.
I was going to study, but only to be with my mother. All I wanted was a valid reason to be with her.
I was craving for her body, but I just could not accept it myself. I knew it was wrong, and wanting her help to prepare for the exams, was my way of trying to make a wrong, a right.
I found it impossible to make myself understand that I am her son, and she is my mother. I could only see myself as a young boy desiring for a mature woman, a scenario I had seen in few raunchy videos I had seen back then.
My mother was very happy when I asked her if she could help, and she immediately said yes. We started right away, and she sat next to me, just like I wished.
I was enjoying spending time with her, and I was also studying. In-fact I was studying more, and for longer hours, so that I could have her by my side even more.
I would go through the lessons, and then have my mother ask me questions. Soon my study time was close to 14 hours a day, and my mother was stuck with me, not able to do even her daily household duties.
She started asking me questions while in the kitchen, while she ironed clothes and even as she watched her favorite shows on TV. I was with her all the time, and she was teaching me late into the night.
She would ask me questions in her night wear, and the nighties & tight t-shirts she used to wear, gave me a wonderful idea of her majestic structure.
I loved it when she would stretch her arms during the mornings, siting in front of me, wearing a sleeveless kurti, or raise her hands to tie her hair. And in the process, give me a great view of her shiny shaven armpits.
She would oil her hair as she asked me questions, then dry her hair after a hot shower, sitting next to me, and sometimes come check my notes right after her yoga session.
I honestly preferred her sweaty body over her clean fresh body, and even the aroma of her body was adding to my hunger for her.
Everyday I had a new reason to be hard, and I was really enjoying my study time. Preparing for my Board Exams with a horny erect dick was a truly erotic experience.
The last week of my study holidays saw me being forced to cover my ultra hard penis, from poking out of my shorts, on multiple occasions. I started having the feeling that my mother, too, was relishing this, and I was having extremely firm erections.
Maybe it was just my twisted mind playing games, but more than once, I felt my mother was teasing me.
She gave me the first hint when she spread her legs open really wide, as she was teaching me Biology. She was completely dressed, but she was continuously spreading her legs out really wide, and then bringing them back together. She repeated this until we completed the topics related to Reproduction.
I was sweating, I was exhausted, and I was having a hard-on so rigid, I felt I was going to explode. I just had to have my hands over my penis, to keep my erection covered.
And when my mother said, "That went well, Manu. I hope you will not forget this. We really do not have time to do this again, anytime soon." I did not know how to react.
I knew I had to believe she was talking about the topics we completed, but I just could not stop thinking if she was trying to tempt her teenage son.
Such was the impact, I started to feel the room fill with lust, every time my mother and I were together.
She started bending over the table, each time I asked her a doubt, showing me her cleavage, in different proportions. Her fleshy boobs looked like out of a dream.
Sometimes, when asking me questions, late at night, after my dad has slept, she would sit at the edge of the sofa, with her bust pushed out on purpose, and legs spread wide, making my dick raise.
My mother even made me say-out-loud mathematical formulas, standing right outside the closed door of her bathroom, as she had a quick bath.
"We do not have time to waste, Manu. So, just shout out the formulas, for me to hear, and think about nothing else." my mother said, as I started to recite the formulas, rubbing my dick like a possessed freak.
My mother was wet and naked inside the bathroom, just a meter away from me. My plan of asking her to help me study had worked out brilliantly, and I got more than what I had wished for.
Though, I never really masturbated for her, she had herself made me so hard and horny, I had cum jizzing out of my dick, the moment I pulled it outside my shorts.
The last day of my study holidays had me relaxing, as it was my English exam the next day, and I was confident of doing well. I was also extremely satisfied with all the time I spent with my mother. For an 18 year old boy, I had got more than what I could desire for, at my age.
But my mother had one big surprise, left for me, and that made me wonder, more, if she was indeed teasing me all along.
I was in the living room, when she went inside the common washroom, adjacent to the living room. I could hear her hang her pants on the door knob, but before I could even start imagining her sit and pee, the door to the washroom opened. And my mother stormed outside, into the living room.
I could not believe my eyes, I just could not believe what I was seeing. I was stunned.
There stood my mother in front of me, wearing just her white kurti, and no pants. Her kurti was long enough to cover her knees, but the sides had such a high slit, I could clearly see her black panties in between the sides of her top.
"Have you gone through 'THE WILD WIND' poem, Manu?? It is very important, and you must look into the questions at the back of your text book, again. I really want you to do well. That is all I want, Manu." my mother said, before going back into the washroom, looking straight into my eyes.
I could not move an inch, I was shocked. She came back outside, seconds later, this time with her pants on, and smiled at me like nothing ever happened. This was more than what I could take.
Though she stressed on how badly she wanted me to score good marks, she looked & sounded like a hot woman, trying to seduce me. Her actions had me asking myself questions, I could never find answers for.
My exams finally began, stretching for a period of two weeks, and as soon as they got over, I got my computer and internet connection back. I was ecstatic. I felt I got my life back. I just could not wait to get back to watching porn.
My mother gave me a great time, and did not let me miss erotica. And now, I wanted to use my newly ignited thirst for me, to good effect.
I knew I was going to enjoy porn, immensely, this time around. I had even got a list of stag films ready, I felt I should visualize my mother in. Even if she wasn't going to be by my side, I could always imagine her on my computer screen.
I was, however, very upset when I got to know my parents were going abroad, for a three week trip. I was going to miss my mother's presence.
I was used to having her around me, and I wished I got more of her body. I clearly wanted to know if she intended to entice me, for real.
But I had access to porn back, and being able to walk around the house, naked, with a hard dick, all day long, and watching adult movies non-stop, was enough to make me happy.
My results were out a month later, and to everybody's surprise I did pretty well. My mother was very happy, and said she deserved all the credit.
I was more than happy to give her all the credit. Not only did she help me learn and pass, she also gave me enough to satisfy my sexual appetite.
I had scored enough marks to get myself a seat in a highly rated entrance coaching school. My elder cousin sister, too, went there to prepare for the entrance examination.
Every student passing out from high school, had to write a mandatory qualification test, and it was based on their performance in this test, seats in colleges were allotted.
The coaching school was in Ooty, a Hill Station in Tamil Nadu, almost five hundred kilometers away from my hometown.
My parents very happy I was going there, as it almost guarantees admission in a good college. They were only sad about the fact I had to stay in a hostel.
I knew the coaching school was a great place to be, and having heard my cousin talk about it, I knew I was going to have fun.
Packing for Ooty, and leaving home, brought back in me true pure feelings I had never had in the last few months. Seeing my mother cry as I was leaving home, made me regret all my corrupt thoughts about her.
I suddenly felt I had no lust for her, and all I had was love for her. Love a son would have for his mother, Love a son should have for his mother. I had no more dirty feelings for her, and I realized how dearly she loves me.
I came home just twice that whole year, and I spent very little time with my mother during this period. Whenever we talked, I only had respect for her.
I had completely stopped watching porn, and it was helping me. I never felt I was missing porn. I felt good about myself.
I was also dating a girl in the coaching school, and I really loved her. We made out a few times, and it was amazing kissing her. I was having a great time there, and I was even getting good grades in the tests.
I had turned 19 by the time I gave my All India Entrance Examinations, and waved goodbye to the coaching school.
My mom welcomed me back home with a hug, and told me I have turned into a smart young man. I was never a touchy person, and always tried avoiding hugs, and even good night kisses at home. And for the very same reason, my mother's hug sent shock-waves through my body.
I had no plans to lust for her, but I could not resist acknowledging the fact I felt her boobs crush on my chest, as she hugged me. I feared I would end up wanting her, again.
My mother had cooked all my favorite food, and I ate all of it. I spent the evening unpacking, with the help of my mother, and settling down in my room.
My mother had so much to talk about, and by the time she finally said good night, and left my room, it was well past 1:00 AM. I was so tired, I fell asleep immediately.
Two hours later, I found myself waking up with a very bad headache, and completely wet boxers. I was too exhausted to move, until I realized I had an orgasm while sleeping, and my boxers were drenched in my sticky white cum.
I could not believe I had a wet dream. I had not had one in a very long time.
As I forced myself out of the bed, to clean and change my boxers, it struck me that I had dreamed of fucking my own mother. I had ejaculated dreaming about cumming inside my mother's pussy.
I felt like hit on the head, and it was taking me too much time for me to come back to my senses.
I did not know if I just wanted to be in the dream, or if I was still in it. I could still feel my dick sliding in and out of my mother's wet pussy. I could still feel my tongue inside my mother's mouth. I could still feel my hands on my mother's bare boobs.
It felt so real, I could not believe it was just a dream. It was so intense, I could still feel her skin rubbing against mine.
All I could do was lie on my bed, still in my wet boxers, as I tried recollecting the dream.
My mother, in her green satin nighty, sat on my lap with her face facing mine. The thin spaghetti straps, on the right side of her nighty, were conveniently untied, to have one of her busty milky breasts out in the open, waiting for her son to start sucking his own mother's hard nipples.
Her knee-length nighty, was raised up to her hips, and I had my hands on her thick round ass-cheeks. I groped her firm butt, and as I started moving my fingers towards her virgin ass-hole, she forced her face onto mine, with animalistic lust, and kissed my lips with extreme passion.
She was longing for it, and she could not wait anymore. I kissed her back with equal fervor, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her for the first time.
My mother's libido was at it's peak, as she lifted her hips, took my hard cock in her hand, and sat on it, pushing my erect meat inside her mature love hole. She was so wet, I could feel my dick easily slide inside her pussy, as she moaned loudly.
Very soon I was fucking my mother in the FACE-OFF Position. She was riding my dick with such greed and excitement, it looked like she lived all these years just to have her son back inside her pussy.
She moved her hips around in a circular motion, grinding my dick against her pussy walls, making sure every inch of her cunt got to feel her son's young hard cock.
I was aroused beyond words could explain, and I was biting & kissing her sexy creamy neck, licking & groping her boobs. I wanted to leave bite marks all over body. I wanted to own my mother's thick body.
We continue fucking and my mother was now riding my cock even harder. She was nearing an orgasm, and she wanted me to cum inside her too. I found myself lifting my thighs to push my dick deeper inside her, and just seconds later I could feel hot slimy liquid over the entire length of my dick.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH", my mother moaned, as she had an intense orgasm. She was still ejaculating, and her wet juices were flowing out of her pussy, onto my body.
My mother was exhausted, and she collapsed against my body. She wrapped her hands around me, and started kissing me on my neck. I was still pushing my dick in and out of her pussy, when I heard the sound of my dad's car enter inside the compound.
For a second, I stay shocked, only to hear my mom tell, "CUM INSIDE ME BABY, MAKE MUMMY YOURS".
There I was in my dad's room, sitting naked at the edge of my dad's bed and fucking my dad's wife. And even as I heard him get out of the car and close the door, I could not pull my cock out of my mom's pussy and leave the room. Instead I continued fucking her harder, making her moan with greater pleasure.
"NOW BABY... NOW!! CUM INSIDE MUMMY. CUM INSIDE MUMMY'S SLUTTY PUSSY... LET DADDY SEE YOUR CUM LEAKING OUT OF MUMMY'S PUSSY!!" my mother screamed as my dad rang the door bell.
I could not hold back any longer, and my mom's words had pulled the trigger. I was shooting thick hot cum inside my mom's pussy, and I could feel my load fill her hole.
My dad continued to ring the door bell, and I continued shooting semen deep inside mom's pussy.
I was leaking as I finished recollecting the dream. I was rock hard, but yet felt completely shaken. I couldn't sleep either. All I could see when I closed my eyes, was my mother jumping on top of me, and I had no idea when I fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I was searching for porn on the internet. It had been more than a year since I last watched porn, and after dreaming about fucking my mom last night, it was impossible to not want to have a feel of watching some good hot stuff.
The kind of porn I found on the internet, that day, was very different from what I was watching a year ago. The internet was flooded with high quality MILF Porn, and each of these MILF pornstars successfully managed to convince me, that there is no greater pleasure than fucking a mature woman.
In the following days, I realized INCEST Porn too was very widely available in most porn sites, and I failed to last even for 5 seconds when watching Incest Mom-Son Videos.
Each of these videos started reminding me of the lust I once had for my mother. I was again addicted to porn, but this time it was not to help me stay away from lusting for my mother. It was also not to just simply fantasize my mother in each video I watch.
The only reason I was watching porn, this time, was to fully confirm the blunt truth that I had finally realized.
The fact that my love for my mother, gave greater sexual satisfaction, and was far too superior compared to the few moments of pleasure, an adult video was capable of gifting.
This along with the images of fucking my mother, in my dream, developed in me an uncontrollable, and almost dangerous craving for my mother.
The next few weeks saw me become more daring. I started staring at my mother's body more frequently, and for longer periods of time. I was ogling at her boobs, and I cared less about what will happen if she caught me checking her out.
I even started searching her wardrobe, to find her inner-wear. Though she always kept them locked and away from every-bodies reach, I did manage to get my hands on one of her lovely pink bra & a pair of yellow panties.
I could never find the complete treasure she hid, but I had found enough to know my mom had boobs of Size 34D, and a hip size of 36 inches. She had amazing curves and I had overheard one of her conversations with my aunt, where she told her hips were around 24 inches.
I confirmed my mother had an amazing hourglass figure of size 34-24-36, and that was the size the hottest MILFS would have. And with her beautiful face, glowing skin and shiny hair, my mother was a Perfect MILF.
For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking only about my mother. I was not watching porn, but just vigorously stroking my dick, imagining my mother on her knees, waiting to have my load all over her MILF Body. And I was cumming like I had never before.
Every time she told me she will be back soon after a shower, I would pull down my shorts, and stroke my rock hard dick, imagining her naked in the shower. I was addicted to my mother, and I was enjoying every bit of it.
In two months time, I joined a college in Bangalore. I did quite well in the national level entrance tests, and got the chance to study in a reputed college. I choose to do Engineering in Computer Science.
Bangalore, too, was far from my hometown, and I had to stay in the college hostel, in the beginning.
College life was amazing and I made some wonderful friends. My sex life also was great, and I lost my virginity in the very first year. Though I did not talk to many girls, I had a fling with most of the girls I talked to.
I had the image of a playboy throughout the years in college, but the girls still loved me. By the time I finished college, I had dated 5 very attractive women.
I even had a couple of encounters with sex starved mothers. Getting physical with my Physics Teacher in college, and then with my distant relative, who lived close to the college I studied in, made me feel like a Champion. Ripe Mature Women were my Trophy.
Despite all these, and opportunities for more sex, I continued to lust for my mother. My thoughts were always filled with her, and in my mind she was always naked.
Every scenario I imagined my mother in, she would be undressed. Whether it was buying grocery at the supermarket, driving her car, cooking in the kitchen, or serving me food, my mother was in her bare form, in every thought of mine.
I would talk to my mother every night, and most times I would be masturbating, talking to her on the phone. I would be wearing nothing when I call her, and just her voice would be enough to make my dick extra hard. I would stroke my cock as I talked to her, and cum while she was still on the line.
I used to desperately wish that she noticed the change in my breath. I really hoped that she understood I was masturbating, talking to her.
I would come home whenever possible, and after each visit, the bond between my mother and me was growing stronger. I started talking to her more than I ever had, and she was really happy to hear everything happening in my college.
I never told her anything about my sexual encounters, but I would tell her everything else, making her happy. She loved the attention I was giving her and she started seeing me as a friend she could share anything with.
We would talk late until midnight, or watch a movie in the home theater or just play board games. She really enjoyed my company and we were spending a lot of time together.
We were becoming really close, and I was now more a friend than a son for her. And that was exactly what I wanted her to feel about me. I wanted her to forget I am just her son.
I wanted to be the person she loved the most. While all I wanted and dreamt of was to make love with her - Strip her Naked & Push my Dick deep inside her Pussy.
I slowly started being touchy with her, something I had never done my whole life. I would leave my hand on her thighs when watching TV, press the flesh around her shoulders in the context of giving her a Stress Buster Massage, call her for a selfie and then have my hand on her hips, or sometimes even lightly grab her hips, saying "Let's Pose".
And in between all this, I managed to brush my hands over her boobs, multiple times, and once even pressed my thumb on her lower boob, while helping her with the dishes in the kitchen. Her melons felt so soft.
She loved me so much, she could never think any of these were inappropriate. In her eyes, I was the best son any mother could have.
"I am so proud that My Son is My Best Friend" my mother would tell me everyday.
"You are going to be even more proud when your very own son starts fucking you." I always wanted to tell her.
But I would just smile, and tell her "I will be always be your best friend".
My mother was a star among my friends too. She never looked her age, and nobody would believe when I tell them she was in her 40's.
My mother had come to my college, a couple of times, and most of my mates, when they first saw her, thought she was my elder sister.
And when they finally believed she was really my mother, "Your Mummy is Fucking HOT", was what everybody had to tell me.
Though they tried not to talk much about her, in front of me, I could guess they were all over her deliciously curvy body.
My mother was fair, had creamy skin and the perfect body. Even my best buddies could not help but openly lust for her. And seeing their stiff pants made me even more horny.
I was enjoying watching my mother being leered at, by every single guy in college. The entire hostel was talking about her, the night she visited the college, and though I acted like I knew nothing about them craving for my mother, I was sure everybody had fapped for my mother, more than once that night.
Any other son would have fought against the entire college that day, to protect his mother's modesty. But, I just locked myself inside my room, pulled my pants down, and stroked my dick, imagining my mother standing naked in the middle of the college ground, as more than 500 boys ran towards her, to grab her and fill her holes.
"I wish I could FUCK THIS ARABIAN HORSE" I had heard one of my seniors tell the boys around, looking at my mom's round ass.
And very soon everybody were calling her THE ARABIAN HORSE, and I loved getting turned on, hearing it.
3 years went by as I finished my college, and returned home as a graduate. And just two days after I came back home, it was my 22nd birthday.
My mother was very happy to have me back. I was even more happy to have her right in front of me.
I was so sexually addicted to my mother, I was convinced I had crossed that line where seeing her merely as the woman who gave birth to me, was possible.
I was at that stage of sexual ecstasy where I wanted her to be my wife. I wanted to own her. I wanted to make my mother mine. I wanted to be the one she would spread her legs for. I wanted to breed her.
All throughout my lust filled life, I had not seen her naked. I had not tried to expose myself in front of her either. Even my inappropriate touches were mostly ones that could be categorized as harmless.
But, that was all going to change. For my 22nd Birthday, I decided to gift myself my mother.
Being from the state of Kerala, my mother had the special grace and beauty, most Kerala women are blessed with. With her hot looks, thick hair & amazing figure, my mother was a natural Malayali Item.
But I would not categorize my mature mother, as just a Mallu MILF. I would not categorize her as Desi MILF, the whole of India would go hard for, either.
In my eyes, she was a Universal MILF, the entire world would die jacking off for. That was the kind of power, she had over me.
"I want to love her, I want her to know my love for her, and I want her to accept it. I am not going to stop myself from making advances on her anymore, and I will grab every chance I get to let her know I want her." I promised myself.
For my birthday, my mother had baked a Chocolate Truffle cake, and she wanted me to cut it. I so wished she was stripping herself as she sang the Birthday Song for me.
I cut the cake and gave her a piece of it first. And when it was her turn to give me a piece, I gladly sucked it off her fingers. I could see my saliva shining on her fingers.
"This tastes so good, Mom. You are just amazing." I told her, as I thanked her for the cake.
She wished me and came forward to hug me. This was just what I was waiting for, and I made sure I was giving her the tightest hug she would have ever got.
I had my hands wrapped around her, with so much force, I was pushing her deeper and deeper into my body. I was literally trying to crush her. I wanted her to feel the degree of sexual yearning every single inch of my body had for her.
My mother too was hugging me back with all her love. I kissed her on her cheeks, a kiss filled only with lust and no love. I was taller than her, and she returned the kiss on my neck.
I got so turned on with the touch of her lovely pink lips on my neck, I started to feel my dick harden. Our heights were such that my dick was at the same level as my mother's pussy hole.
And when my dick started growing more erect, and pushing into my mother's body, I could bet she was feeling it, even though both of us were completely dressed. But she showed no change of emotion, and continued to hug me.
My meat was turning even harder, but I kept hugging her tight. We do not break the hug until we hear the gate open, and see dad driving his car inside the compound.
"Ohh.. Your Dad is here." my mother said, as she broke the hug, and smiled at me, passionately. I had never seen her look so flushed before.
I did not know if she enjoyed feeling the hardness of my manhood, or if she just loved me so much. Maybe she did feel my dick turn hard, and poke against her body.
But she loved me, and trusted me so much, she believed I would never lust for her. And maybe, she also convinced herself that my erection was very normal for somebody of my age, when in touch with the opposite sex.
But such was the deep sensual pleasure I felt when hugging her, I could only stand still looking at her smile at me. I wanted more of it, and I wished I could have my body stuck onto her for the rest of my life. I came back to my senses when I heard my dad ring the door bell.
"I LOVE YOU Manav.. Have an amazing year." my mother said, softly.
As I looked at my mother go open the door for dad, I felt my hard cock starting to leak. Hearing her call me Manav, after calling me Manu all my life, made me wonder if my mother had started seeing me as another person, and not just her son.
"What took you so long, Savita?? I thought you will never open the door for me." I heard my dad ask my mother, as she opened the door.
"Oh, I am so sorry Suresh. l was in the kitchen and just did not hear the bell." my mother replied, taking my dad's office bag from his shoulder.
I stood still, as I watched my darling mother, Savita, welcome my dad back home from work, and walk into their room.
"When are we cutting the cake, Savi?? You did buy one, didn't you??" I heard my dad ask, as he entered his room.
"I thought you will be late, Suresh. We already cut the cake." I heard my mom reply, and quickly asking him about his day, changing the topic.
I did not know why my mother had to lie she was in the kitchen, when she was right there with me. I did not know why my mother had to lie about the cake, either. It was she who insisted I cut the cake, immediately after she baked it.
But what I indeed knew was that I needed my mother more than anything else in this world now. And I was going to do everything to have my dick inside her mature pussy.
I came into this world out of her, and now I was going to get back inside her!!
THE END
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