MY AMMA AND I

It was the summer break between my first and second year of college. I was with my friends, chatting about meaningless things and reflecting on our life and about the prospect of an endless, shining future stretching out in front of us. Times were good.

But as I walked into my house later that evening, amma rushed to me, flustered and scared and nervous. She almost screamed at me, "Aiyoh, Raja! Something has happened to your appa! He has been taken to the hospital. Aiyoh, I don't know what to do!!" She broke down and slumped to the floor.

Seeing her in that state, I knew something serious had happened. I went cold all over. Between sobs she told me that my father had suffered a stroke and was in the ICU. That was the moment my world and dreams came crashing down.

Needless to say, we went through the next few weeks as if in a trance. The good doctors did their very best with him. It was touch and go, but he was a fighter and he survived. Weeks of rehabilitation and physical therapy followed. But try as we may, we could not get him back one hundred percent. One side of his body was completely paralyzed. He lost the use of his left arm and leg. He did not recover his speech completely. We reconciled ourselves that he would be wheelchair bound for the rest of his life. And within a couple of months, my mother and I were left to fend for ourselves and to take care of my invalid father.

That's when I really came to appreciate my amma. It was an eye opening experience, in more ways than one.

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My father and his family were a large, overbearing presence in our lives. Everything revolved around them. My life until then, and my future was carefully mapped out without a regard to my wishes and desires. If it was bad for me, it was more so for my mother. We both were in the tight grasp of my father's family. But I did not realize it at that time, when I was young. I thought it was natural, it was how it was with every family. I took it without a second thought.

It was natural for my appa to whine, complain and be demanding in the situation he was in. He was helpless and dependent on us for everything. But amma was calm and composed even in the midst of all this and attended to my appa's each and every need without a work of protest whatever the time of day or how inconsiderate my appa's demands and requests were. I felt bad for amma. I was almost ashamed of what appa was doing to her, to us, even in the handicapped state he was in.

I had almost completely ignored my mother's presence in my life until then, what with my father's larger-than-life influence and control over me. I considered her a constant in our midst, someone who was always there, always smiling, someone to take care of whatever was required to keep the house running - cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, laundry, shopping etc. I am exaggerating, of course. I helped her around the house, fixing things that were broken, doing minor repairs and accompanying her to the market when it suited me. I did not remember having extended conversations with her or cracking jokes and talking about general issues like I did with my father. But the fact was that I had taken her for granted.

But not anymore. My regard for her changed as I saw her handling the household, with my father relegated to his wheelchair and bed. Now that she and I were the only ones at home, we couldn't help but spend time in each other's company. I realized a new appreciation for what she was doing and what she had done for us all along. I noticed things about her that I really did not pay much attention to earlier in my life. A wave of guilt and shame washed over me every time I saw her smiling face, as she worked quietly in the midst of all our problems.

I guessed it was the same for her as well. To see me spending so much time at home now, whereas earlier I would spend almost all my waking hours with my father or my friends.

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A minor incident that transformed my image of my amma occurred that summer. We had a neighbor, whom I shall call Rekha-aunty, who visited our house to provide physical therapy to my father about three times a week. One day she and amma were relaxing on the verandah, drinking coffee. I guess they were not aware that I was also at the house at that time and I could clearly hear their conversation.

I caught the end of what Rekha-aunty was saying "....only once or twice a month. You know what happens to men when they hit their mid-forties...."

Amma giggled in response. And then Rekha-aunty said, "It must be very hard for you also Renu, no? It has been, what, four - or five months since anna had that stroke? How is he now, is he, you know, able to..yes?" Rekha-aunty called my father anna, as a mark of respect

I heard amma's sharp intake of breath and a whispered response, "Aiyoh, akka! What are you saying? Chee-Chee, how can you even think of that now..."

Rekha-aunty said, "I was only asking..you know..."

My mother's voice came over, in a hushed manner, "Akka, I..I think it's too..soon....for him..actually..I don't know..if..he.can..anymore...I am afraid...that's all for..us...me....in life."

Rekha-aunty exclaimed, "Aiyoh, oh no Renu..!"

"Yes, akka!. Even...before..it was..we..did..he did about once or twice a month..but now...." her voice trailed off.

There was a few seconds of silence, after which Rekha-aunty said, "Well, why do we need men now, anyway. They gave us children and that's enough, no? Anything else, we can manage...we can take care of ourselves." She then stifled a laugh and said, "Anytime we want, no? We have our hands..and..fingers!" and then she really gave a soft laugh.

Amma said, "Aiyoh, akka!,you are too much..."

Rekha-aunty rebuked my amma, "Come on Renu...do you want me to believe you have never done.."

Amma cut in, "Akka!, sometimes you are too..too" she couldn't finish as both of them started laughing.

I stood rooted to the spot behind the door. amma and Rekha-aunty were discussing sex! And talking about masturbation! Fuck! My amma? Did she..and Rekha-aunty.. did they..jerk off..even now..I was sure that;s what Rekha-aunty meant when she said 'hands and fingers'?? What the fuck?

The Rekha-aunty started talking again, but now in a whisper, "Hey Renu, I have this new thing. It..it...runs on batteries..and the shape....you know..it is like a man's...thing."

Amma exclaimed, "What? Aiyoh, what are you saying..why..."

Rekha-aunty continued after yet another shirt laugh, "It is heavy, and is hard..made of rubber, and..and.. you can put it inside..."

Amma almost shouted, "What? Chee..you are horrible..what dirty things you are saying..."

Rekha-aunty said soothingly, "Listen to me..let me finish!! You can put it in and turn on the switch and...and it just shakes and vibrates inside you...aiyooh...ufff... Renu I tell you.. What a feeling..soo much better than the real thing. So heavy, thick and it goes on forever..ammmma.. My water comes out every time I"

"Akka! Please, this is so bad, what you are doing, saying. I never expected you..."

Rekha-aunty said, "You know what Renu? I will give it to you.... Just try it...and you will see.. You will beg for one yourself..I guarantee.. Promise!!

Amma said, in disgust. "Aiyoh.. No! I don't.. I cannot!!" But I sensed a bit of hesitation on her part.

I was stunned. I never imagined grown women talking about masturbation, vibrators and dildos! That too, my dear, innocent, amma! Fuck!

Just then the doorbell rang and I slipped away to my room.

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Later that night, I played the conversation back in my mind as I lay on the bed. My amma had confessed to her friend that she had not had sex with my appa that frequently and that she feared her sex life might be over already. Rekha-aunty had practically said the same. I had thought it was bad and crude that the women were talking like that.

But then again I questioned : why? Why was it wrong for them to talk about sex, about their sexual activities. They were normal people, talking about normal acts between a husband and wife. It was I that was wrong in my thinking, I reasoned. The fact that appa and amma had sex had never crossed my mind. It was taboo even to think about such things. But they did happen, of course.

But now, after what I heard, I could not stop my mind from conjuring images of my parents having sex. Fuck! What would they have done? Missionary? Doggy style? Was appa a horny bastard? Was amma supportive of his lust, did she spread her legs whenever and wherever he wanted to do it? Did she suck his cock? Did he go down on her? Fucking God in Heaven! Images came and went in my mind and I could not stop.

The next morning I woke up with a heavy, hard erection. I fisted my cock, and as usual, started my day by masturbating. I started slowly and I wanted to edge for a long time. It was a Sunday and I had nothing pressing to do all day. As I fantasized and stroked my dick, I constructed images in my mind to heighten my pleasure.

Suddenly, I froze! Then I felt like I was hit by a ton of bricks!!

I was fantasizing about my amma! She was completely naked. We were having sex! I was on her, inside her, fucking with long, smooth strokes. She was moaning and pressing her tits and calling out my name, "Raja, Raja, Raja!". I was grunting, "amma, amma, amma, so good, so nice!!"

Fuck! What was going on! I looked down at my swollen cock and I could no longer hold back. I ejaculated and spurted, stream after long stream of creamy ropes of white cum all over my bed, with images of my mother - naked, legs spread wide open, her hairy crotch visible, her cunt lips open and shining with her cream, clutching and squeezing her breasts - running through my mind. Fuck!!

It felt so wrong to be thinking about amma this way. But ...but,,but...,it felt so goooood, at the same time. My release was nothing I had experienced recently. Motherfucker!!

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The next morning I could not meet amma's eyes. I made little conversation and tried to stay away from her. But her intuition kicked in and she sensed that something was not right. "Hey Raja," she started. "What is wrong? Tell me. I can help."

She was homely and motherly. I never really attributed any other quality to her. She was pretty, but not strikingly beautiful. But I realized there was an inner beauty in her. But with my newly awakened senses, all I could see was the latent sexiness and seductiveness in her. Her wide eyes, dark lips and even white teeth, her larger than average breasts. She wasn't slim but her waist was narrow and her hips wide and big. Her saree clung to her thighs and her behind as taut. When her saree rose above her ankles when she went about her work, I could make out her thick, firm, calves. On most days I wouldn't pay much attention to her when she did her daily pooja. But now though, I was looking forward to the time when she would pray to the idols, kneeling down, bending forward and touching the floor with her forehead. Her saree stretched taut, very stiff across her massive ass, and as she rose, I could see her ass-cheeks outlined as the cloth stuck in her crack. What the fuck! Was I ogling my amma?

When I masturbated at night, I tried my very best to push the images of my parents, and especially of my amma, having sex, out of my mind. But I succumbed every time. I told myself it was just a phase and it would pass. This remained with me even after a few days.

A couple of evenings earlier, my amma had come to me and said, "Raja, you have to take care of your appa this evening. I am going to Rekha-aunty house. I need to.. eh.. she has..to..eh..give a book to me. Okay?"

Fuck! amma had gone to Rekha-aunty house to get the vibrator they had talked about that day. Oh god!

The following day it was my turn to look after appa while amma was out shopping for groceries. I sat beside my father watching cricket on the TV we had set up for him in the bedroom. He would communicate to me with his working hand, and also by grunting and sounding the words weakly from his mouth. I pitied him. What a fall. But at least he was alive.

Then a thought struck me. I walked to my mother's side of the bed and pulled open the drawer in a small side table beside it.

Fuck!! She hadn't even tried to hide it. Why would she have to? My father could not have seen it anyway, and I rarely ventured into their bedroom. But there it was. A black rubber dildo! I had only ever seen pictures of such a thing, but here it was, The real thing, and obviously used by my amma. Perhaps just this morning, lying beside my paralyzed appa. I looked up at him but he was engrossed in the game, none the wiser. I hesitated, and then picked up the dildo. It was made of hard rubber, I was thick and long and it really felt like a man's cock. It was huge, definitely wider and longer than mine. All veiny and taut, with the exact shape of a dick. In a trance, I raised it to my nose. I swooned! Fuck! The smell of sex! Of dried cunt juices! Yes, it could only be that. I could see some dried, white, milky stuff on it. It could only have been my amma's pussy juices. God! I could picture my amma. Her dress bunched up at her waist as she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy, like I had seen women do in porn. Or perhaps she was completely naked, Or maybe she did it in the bathroom. Or did she want to take revenge on my appa for all he did to her, did she stand in front of him and jerk off as he was forced to watch? Fuck, I developed a boner right then and there.

As I masturbated to the images of my own amma that night, I imagined her also masturbating with the dildo. I mentally pictured us syncing our strokes - she thrusting the vibrator into her hole, me stroking my thick, black, smelly, veiny cock. When I finally ejaculated, I imagined she did too, reaching her orgasm with a quiet moan and a few shakes of her body, careful not to wake my sleeping dad, as she secreted thick, slimy juices on to the artificial cock inside her. Fuck. It was glorious!! I was thinking of her as I jerked off and spewed my cum by the side of the bed. Who was she thinking of, I wondered.

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Like almost all my friends, I was still a virgin at nineteen. And also like most of my friends, I was hooked on to porn. There was no dearth of the filthy stuff in our town and I devoured every kind of porn I could lay my hands on. I am not ashamed to admit it. I can go so far as to say that I craved a particular kind of porn - I had developed a deep, unrelenting fetish for women's ass and panties.

Not sure how or why, but there it was. I loved panties. I loved a female's ass. And above all I lusted after a panty covered ass. A quick peek at a panty line on a tight girl's ass was enough to send me into spin. My like minded friends and I walked around town ogling ass and imagining panties on them. I was into this to such an extent that I started imagining the ass and underwear under the dress of each and every woman I encountered during my day - the aunty next door, the girls waiting at the bus stop, my friend's sisters, the woman shopkeeper, our bank manager. The opportunity was endless.

What happened next was inevitable. What I did was almost automatic. That night I slipped out of my room and tiptoed silently to the room at the back of the house where my amma kept dirty clothes. In the semi-darkness, I put my hand into her basket and pulled out her clothes one by one, until my fingers realized what I had was her underwear. I tiptoed back to my room.

I was in heaven! I rubbed my face into my amma's panties. I inhaled the scent of her womanhood. It was the same smell as I had got while sniffing the dildo in her room! The aroma of her cunt!! My cock became harder than ever. I rolled her panties on my swollen penis. The feel of the cotton material on my turgid member made me delirious. I struggled to maintain control. I edged forever. I spewed my semen on the floor next to my bed. And I lay panting after my release. Before I fell asleep, I returned her panties to the basket.

I repeated this the next few days. It became second nature to me. I was amazed at how easy it was to satisfy my fetish, how unsuspecting my amma was to what I was doing. Then, I became bolder and I did the same during the day time when amma was not at home. I feasted my eyes on the different underwear she had. Surprisingly, she used various brands and materials and sizes. One day I found an almost new pair she had used just for one day and I recalled that she had gone shopping the previous day and I realized she may have bought new ones then. She had about half a dozen of them and used one every subsequent day. Fuck! I was in panty paradise!! If this was the only way for me to satisfy my lust and desires, I was okay with that, I told myself.

But the ease with which I could do this made me complacent.

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I recall vividly that it was the day college reopened. I was excited to get back and to meet friends and teachers I had not seen during the summer. As I sat in the cafeteria, chatting and exchanging stories of our summer with others, a realization flashed into my mind. I was sure why or how it happened at that particular moment. My eyes had wandered around the room and landed on the nice, tight jeans clad behind of a young girl. I clearly discerned the line of her panty outlined as she walked, her ass cheeks jiggling up and down seductively.

A sudden doubt entered my mind and made me go cold all over. I had taken amma's panties last night. It was a plain brown cotton, full back one with thick white borders. I clearly remember thinking it to be particularly sweet and sexy. But I did not recall placing it back in her basket! Did I, or did I not? The doubt plagued me the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't concentrate and I rushed back home and into my bedroom.

A chill went through me as I saw what was before me! Amma had the habit of occasionally cleaning my room and arranging my bed even after I had done it myself in the morning. Today was such a day. My bed was neatly made, with new clean sheets. But I was not sure if I had left her panties behind on the bed in the morning.

But one look at amma as she came to give me my coffee was enough to convince me that she had seen what I had done! Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She didn't look me in the eye, her eyes were downcast as she mumbled something and walked away. She gave some excuse about having a headache during dinner and I ate alone that evening. Fuck! I was caught!What could I do? What would she do? Obviously not talk about this to her friends or to Rekha-aunty. Will she and I talk about this? Will she have the guts to confront me, her full grown adult son, about his crude behavior and actions? Or will she keep quiet. I was going crazy thinking about it.

The tension between us because of this did not abate even after a few days. It was just the two of us in the house, what could we do? I kind of liked it. Her shyness, her reluctance to talk to me, her avoiding my eyes. It increased her allure and mystique. I knew it was my amma I was talking and thinking about. It could be considered despicable by some, but I found it sweetly attractive and arousing. And now she had taken to cleaning my room daily, something she had not done before. Was she testing me, checking on me?

A few days later I deliberately left her panties behind, under my pillow. I made sure to soak it with my cum after a long early morning masturbation session. And when I came back from college that evening, it was not there! My bed was once again neatly arranged. This was getting to be too much. Each of us knew what was going on but did not want to talk to each other, knowing how crude, incestuous and taboo it was. It was leading to just one thing, for sure, and we both knew it. But when? How?

A diabolical plan formed in my mind. One day I slipped a brand new nightie under my pillow. Lo and behold, she had taken it while cleaning my room!!

We were silent as we had dinner. She was in her saree, helping appa with his food. He was in his usual surly, whining, complaining mood but amma was calm and quiet and attended to his every need. She never looked at me, I was on tenterhooks. Will she wear the night dress I gave her? What will she do with it?

Before appa went to bed, we made it a point to spend some time with him in the bedroom, usually watching the late news or some program on TV. And then I would help amma put him to bed and bid them goodnight.

That day was different. I sat and watched the news with appa. He was, as usual, grunting his disappointment at the state of affairs of the country. amma got up and went to the attached bathroom. And returned wearing the nightie I gave her!

Fuck! It was one of a modern variety. Sleeveless, with just two steps holding it on her shoulders and was made of a sheer material. I stared at her as she stood in the doorway to the bathroom. She did not look at me, but I had a full measure of her.

Amma's bra was visible through the material of her night dress. Her breasts were big and held up by the cups and made a deep cleavage that was made visible by the front of her dress. Her fleshy, thick arms shone with the cream she had applied on her body. I ran my eyes down her body. I saw her narrow hips, then below that the bulge at her tummy and the roll of fat around her waist. And further down, her black panties making a 'V' between her thick thighs. I sensed the thickness of her crotch beneath her panties. I gulped, and looked up, and for the briefest of seconds, our eyes met. The first time we made eye contact that day. Then I saw the full back of her ass and her panties as she turned and walked away to attend to something for appa. I could see the deep wedgie made by her ass cheeks as the material of the nightie and her panties were eaten up by the gap between her ass cracks.

Blood rushed to my cock and I got up and rearranged the front of my shorts.

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I lay on my bed wearing just my night shorts as usual, stroking my erect cock, thinking about amma, the images of her in her nightie playing in my head. I wondered what she'd be doing right then. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, pleasuring myself. It could have been ten, twenty,thirty minutes or an hour, with no movement. When I could not take it any longer I walked to their bedroom door and listened. I could hear appa snoring heavily. I tried the door. And it was unlocked! I pushed it open, slowly. But it still creaked. As I went into the room, I saw amma sitting up on the edge of the bed.

As I approached, she got up, walked towards me and put her hand on my naked chest, and whispered, "Aiyoh, Raja...!!" And she pushed me out of the room, followed me and closed the door. We both were in the darkened hallway, with only the street lights coming in from outside.

For all that I had done till then - watching porn, jerking off and imagining what I would do when in this kind of situation - I was really not ready. Rather I did not know what to do. Especially with my mother. I was rooted to the spot. My mind was blank. But my body was telling me otherwise. My cock was rock hard inside my shorts and straining to get out. Involuntarily, I pulled my shorts down and my dick snapped erect, swaying between amma and me. We could feel the heat and the smell emanating from it as it jerked in the cold night.

"Aiyoh...ahhh," she whispered.

My room was only a few feet away. I held her hand and dragged her into it. She slammed down on the bed. I lay down beside her. I was once again dumbstruck and motionless and in shock, not knowing what to do next. Did she know that I had not fucked anyone till then?

I heard amma move, She raised herself and removed her panties, and I heard it slide down her thighs and legs. Then she whispered. "Come, Raja.." and raised her legs and parted her thighs. I of course knew what to do next. I raised and supported myself on my knees between her legs and my elbows by her sides. We were still not touching each other.

Fuck! She reached down for my cock. Electricity coursed through my body as for the first time in my life, someone other than me had a hold of my penis. I jerked back and almost ejaculated. I felt some precum ooze out and fall on her. She jerked back slightly. I desperately prayed that I did not cum right then and there.

Then I felt her other hand on my waist and she put some pressure and pulled me down. She directed my cock into her hole as I lowered myself. The swollen, taut head of my turgid member made contact with her pussy lips. A thousand pin-points of lights flashed in my brain simultaneously. I almost fainted. I sensed the slickness and wetness of my amma's cunt on the burning hot tip of my penis. I tried to pull back but amma kept the pressure on my waist with both hands.

I heard myself grunt as I pushed down. My thick, heavy cock pressed against the moist, warm flesh of her vagina. Her flesh gave away without protest, and I slid into her effortlessly. I slammed into her, our bodies hit against each other. The walls of her cunt held the entire length of my rigid member tightly and splendidly.

Both of us sighed. It was an fucking intoxicating feeling! My cock inside my amma's cunt. I raised myself and pulled my dick out of her and when only the head of my cock was in her, I slammed back down. I did this like I had done this all my life. It was a natural movement. In - Out, up - down. In long, smooth, glorious strokes. I lost count of the number of times I repeated this.

Amma was grunting and moaning. "Aaaaah, aaaah, aaaaaah, Raaaajjjjaaaa, Raaajjjaa..my son..yes..my son..aaahhhh!"

We were both slick with sweat. The smell of sex was heady. I felt my strokes increasing in frequency and force. I plunged mercilessly. I was straining towards my climax and I did not want to stop. I felt my thrusts getting smoother and slicker, and also the cold, slimy, thick, creamy liquid flowing from her hole and down my dick.

And suddenly I was there. With a mighty thrust, I grunted and was still for a second. And in the next instant my cock surged and pushed against her cunt walls and erupted inside her. We both felt my cum spewing out and into her womb.

Amma shook and gasped as I released spurt after spurt of cum into her. I heard myself calling out, "Aiyoh,, ammmma..ammmma....ahhhhh...fuck....fuckkkkkkk!" I fell on her, but she was still shaking and her whole body was vibrating. She had her orgasm! With my cock still inside her, leaking cum.

The next thing I knew, she was pushing me up and away from her. I lay back, panting and gasping. God! I was not a virgin anymore! I had fucked a woman. But not just any woman. I fucked my amma!! My first woman was my mother! How many guys can say that?

And I would fuck her again and again and again!! I was a real mother fucker. So fucking what! She wanted it, and so did I. We were adults. Not son and mother. Just a man and a woman. Fucking, giving and taking what we wanted. To hell with the world, I told myself.

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Later that night, or rather, very early next morning, when it was still very dark outside, I slipped into their bedroom once more. I planned to bring amma back to my room. She sat up on the bed as soon as I entered, and whispered, "Raja..no..what..wait..." and she put up her hand.

But I could not wait. I was hard once again. Harder than before. I rolled my shorts down and freed my dick. She sucked in her breath as she realized what I had done and said, "Wait..what.."

I pulled amma to the edge of the bed and in one swift move I placed my hands on her ankles and ran them up, pushing her nightie up, up to her waist and exposing her crotch. I sensed the thicket of her pubic hair even in the darkness of the room. I did not hesitate. I crouched and placed my mouth on her crotch.

I almost fainted. The smell of her cunt and her juices was fucking intoxicating. She was already creaming and I tasted it on her pubic hair as I opened my lips and extended my tongue.

"Aiyoooh," she squealed, in a low voice. But I was already lapping the flesh between her thighs. At first my tongue felt her wiry, curly hairs. I could smell her cunt and her dried juices and it was fucking awesome. I pushed in and my tongue landed on her thick cunt lips. I moved my head up and down and lapped like a happy, hungry dog.

Amma was moving, shaking and moaning as I did this. Her hands held my head tightly and she positioned my head on her cunt and pulled me up. I felt a thick, hard knob under my lips and I knew it was her clit and I sucked on it. I twirled my tongue around it and bit it lightly.

"Aaahhhhh," she squealed, in a low voice. But she pressed my head down and I continued playing with her clit.

After a while I rose and pulled her upright and in one motion, pushed her on the floor. She gasped and whispered, "Aaaah, aiyyy..." But she knew what I wanted. My heavy, thick, smelly dick was swaying between us. The smell of my dick and precum was everywhere, I pushed forward and my cock head hit her cheek.

Amma gasped and turned away. But she reached out with her hand and grabbed my turgid member. Then she did the most natural thing in that position. She opened her mouth and I thrust my erect penis into her mouth. Oh! What a feeling. Her spit and tongue were cool on my hot, throbbing cock. I closed my eyes. Fuck!

I had imagined this for so long. I had seen this a million times in porn. A man's thick dick inside a woman's mouth, and she made sucking and squelching sounds as her head ran the length of the cock. I imagined the feeling to be so uncontrollable that I always thought I would ejaculate the first time my cock went into a woman's mouth. But no. Not now. Not a chance. My cock felt heavier and thicker and hotter than ever as I slammed it in and out of amma's mouth. I felt I could go on forever!

With my head thrown back and my eyes shut, I heard amma's grunts as her hand flew on my cock, the skin flowing smoothly on the muscled flesh beneath, and as rotated her tongue on it and covered it with spit. I was getting a blowjob from amma!! Fucking god in heaven!

She stopped after a while and gasped and took in deep breaths. She was panting and huffing and puffing with the exertion of oral sex. I could see the whites of her eyes in the darkness as her face was upturned towards me. Then she got up and lay down on the bed and parted her legs.

The bed was wide and my father was sleeping only a couple of feet away from us and he was snoring very deeply, completely oblivious to us. I pushed forward and fell between her legs. O placed my hands under her knees and raised them.

Amma grabbed her nightie and pulled it off her body. She was completely naked. She was ready to be fucked. I pushed her thighs apart, and she did not protest. This time she used both her hands to grab my dick and she directed it to her cunt hole. Her hairs pricked me like a thousand needles, but I could feel the wetness and warmth at her entrance. She was ready! Of course she was!!

I entered amma. Fuck! What a feeling it was. She was hot, moist, wet and slick at the same time and her cunt walls blanketed the entire length of my dick in a vise-like grip.

I lifted her thighs and supported them on hy upper arms and shoulder and fucked her. She shuddered and cried out quietly as I entered into and exited from her. The position was hurting her, I was sure. So I pushed her back and got into the missionary position.

I fucked her with slow, long strokes. She sighed and grunted with each of them. I supported myself with my hands and looked down at her and realized she was also looking at me wide wide, questioning eyes. Then she turned her head and looked at appa. He was still snoring away. Then she turned back to me, She palmed one of her tits and pulled my head down to it. I sucked. She suckled me once more!! Fuck, her nipple was as hard as a stone. I tasted some chalky, milky liquid. Then she pulled my head away and thrust it to her other tit and I sucked that one too. She took my hand and placed it between us and positioned my fingers on her clit.

So I fucked her like that. Sucking on her nipple, my fingers rotating on her clitoris and my cock sliding smoothly and effortlessly in and out of her. When I was close to my climax, I stopped and took a break. We took many, many breaks. We were slick once again with sweat.

I was not ashamed at what I was doing and what I expected amma to do. She was responsive. I placed my hands on her heavy, fat hips and lifted her and asked her to turn around. She immediately complied.

She knew what I wanted! She went on her hands and knees and positioned herself like an animal, a dog, with her ass towards me and parted her legs. In a trance, not believing what i was doing, I placed myself behind her. She reached between her legs and I pushed forward and gave her my erect dick. amma pulled me into her. My cock eased into her cunt from behind. We both gasped at the feeling. Indescribable! So delirious! Fuck! Her fingers reached further down and grabbed my balls.

I placed my hands on her smooth, heavy, thick, muscled ass-cheeks and held them for support and I fucked her from behind. We stopped after a while to catch our breaths. I pulled my dick out of amma's vagina and rubbed the thick, taut vein on the underside of my cock on her ass crack. Up and down. Up and down. We both sighed with pleasure. Then I probed her ass-crack with the tip of my cock, and when it reached her asshole, I gave a little push into her. I felt he tiny, sharp hair that surrounded it. She jerked forward, and whispered, "Noooo, nooooo!" Then she flopped down and turned over and lay on her back, panting.

I resumed fucking in the normal position. Once again, sucking on her nipples, my hands rotating on her clitoris and my heavy, slimy penis sliding smoothly and effortlessly in and out of her.

She climaxed before me. When she came, she held my arms tightly and lay still and let her orgasm wash over her and shook a couple of times. And then she sighed and fell back down.

I realized I could go on forever. I fucked her. Took breaks and continued fucking. Then after what seemed like an eternity, she grabbed my face, placed her palms on either of my cheeks and pulled it down to her. And she kissed me! Open mouthed. Her tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine.

Fuck! I had never been kissed before. I had only imagined fucking amma, not kissing her. This was an entirely new feeling. Mother fucker! It was glorious! So much so that I lost control. I was about to ejaculate.

With our mouths still locked, I grabbed her tits, one in each of my palms and supported myself on her chest and pummeled her. I grunted and screamed softly. I was nearly there. But I had some more time. I trashed on top of her like an animal. I was sure I was loud. So was she. We were oblivious to our surroundings.

Suddenly all was quiet. Amma became still as we both realized I was about to come. I ejaculated inside her. Long, long ropes of semen spurted from my cock in never ending streams. She shook as she realized my balls were emptying into her. I heard myself moan, and amma let out grunts with each release of my cum. My cock vibrated inside the walls of her cunt.

Her hands were clamped around me. Her thighs were high on my waist, interlocked and also wrapped tightly. My hands were under her pushing her up into me.. Each of us breathing hard, panting and gasping in the throes of our pleasure. I could feel her heart beating against mine.

We were like this for perhaps half a minute. Then I released her and she me, and I rose on my elbows and looked down at her. She was still breathless, but smiled up at me and put her palm on my cheek and whispered, "Oh..Raaaja...my Raaajaaaaa!"

I pulled myself out of her and we both looked down as my dick slipped out of her. A little bit of remaining cum leaked out and landed on her fleshy belly, and she giggled. I did too. I realized that the day had dawned outside and the room was getting brighter.

Then we froze!!

We heard a noise to our side. Amma and I turned to look at where the sound came at the same time.

Appa was wide awake!! His face was turned towards us. His eyes wide and bulging and scared and angry and surprised and filled with hate and disgust, his mouth was grotesque, gaping wide open. Then a nose like a gurgle came out of him. He tried to spit at us but his spittle just dribbled down his chin. And then he turned away and a garbled noise like a drawn out curse emanated from his mouth.

I was still on top of amma. Both of us were naked. I went cold all over, filled with horror. Of appa knowing what we had done. But my amma was calm. I looked at her and she was as quiet as a mouse. She patted my naked chest and just nodded at me and said, "It's OK..Raja.. it's okay..don't worry!"

I rose and stumbled back to my room in a daze. I was shocked. Okay? How can it be? My father just saw me and my mother fucking! What did she mean by 'It's okay!"? What are we going to do?!!!

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Appa raged and ranted and screamed at us the next day. And the next few days. But he understood the position he was in. I did too. This was amma's way of getting back at him for a lifetime of abuse and neglect and disrespect and servitude. A lifetime of accepting what was unreasonable, of being cast aside just for being a woman and a wife. And not having the recognition she received from him and his family.

There was nothing he could do about it. He was dependent on us for everything in his life at that point. I pitied him. He was helpless. He had no choice. We were his only support and assistance. He resigned himself to the fact that my amma and I were now sleeping together. That I was the man of the family.

Appa could not tell his shame to anyone. He definitely would not. How could he? What would he say, that he was cuckolded by his own son?

I had lusted after amma. And she wanted me. And we continued our sexual relationship without a care in the world.Soon, our lust turned to love. I loved my amma. And she had loved me forever. She would do anything for me. I wanted to protect her, save her. And have her for myself. No one else. Only me. So that was the way it would be for our family.

The end