There was a small trigger when I was doing my mom and sister that led me to create this story. A little bit of fact and then a dash of fantasy made me write this story. Though this is not a linear narration, I would be switching between the present and the past, ultimately ending with what is happening in now, the near future and going ahead.

The story contains, incest, scat, piss drinking and dirty talk. If this is not what you are looking at please logoff rightaway.

To the story now.

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The summer of 2007, it was an urgent trip to Jaipur. I, aged 24, had to accompany my mom aged around 40. We are a small family – me, my mom and my younger sis. Dad expired while I was 18.

We had started from Delhi at 6:30 in the morning, halted at Haldiram’s for breakfast. When we had entered Haldiram’s I had noticed a family had come probably mom-dad-daughter and son-in-law. Since Mom and Daughter had acute resemblance. I was continuously staring at them. Specifically their butts and boobs. So much so that mom had to actually tell me to concentrate on my breakfast. One key thing I had noticed was, since we had started from Delhi mom was having her pallu very low. Almost revealing one of her blouse covered breast. Shamelessly, I stared at her part exposed boob and said “OK”. It seemed that me staring at her did not matter.

Here I would want to mention that my mom is a typical Indian woman – a 5’2″ height, well grown in the right areas with a mild paunch. Wheatish in complexion and an item of fantasy during my numerous oral sex and masturbation sessions with my sister as well as my college (girl) friends.

Where normally she is very particular about the way she dresses. Well draped in saree and related clothes, covering almost from neck to toe, today seemed to be a huge deviation. I could clearly make out her bustline, what with almost one of her breast waiting to pop – out. Her saree was tied almost 2 inches below the navel and a comfortable amount of her waist being seen.

We finished our breakfast with me openly staring at her breast at regular intervals and she looking me straight into the eyes whenever I did that. But no attempt to cover the nectar pot.

I started driving and occasionally hitting her thigh, our discussion was limited to family affairs and an occasional comment on how good I drive (any double meaning here). almost after 30mins of driving we approached a toll gate, where she started enquiring if there is any facility of washroom enroute and she had to pee big time. This got me irritated since we had just left Haldiram’s where she could have done that.

While approaching Rewari, she again started her cries that she wanted to pee really bad and cannot hold. With little bit of frustration, I told her – you have two options – One, I pull over and you can go behind tree and pee. And in case she is ashamed of doing in the open, I will stop the car in a shade and she can relieve in a bottle which we can throw away. After giving me a disgusting look for couple of seconds, she said-I will take the first option. We were approaching a road curve which was followed by a huge heap of stones and bushes soon after on the left side if the road. She asked me to stop the car there.

I stopped the car, she got off and asked me to accompany her as this was really lonely. To get off the road, one had to cross a barricade (2 1/2 ft tall) and she wanted my help. She placed her hands on my shoulder and crossed the barricade. While doing so, her right breast first hit me, actually almost compressed to my chest, which was not actually necessary. After crossing she leaned on me, making her pallu slide down further and revealing ample amount of cleavage. Then she asked me to come along with her. Since I had not locked the car, I asked her to proceed and meanwhile I will lock the car and join her. She walked into the stones mound, which would completely hide her from the rest of the world but anyone walking through the gap between mound would clearly see the person as well as what she was doing.

Now, after locking the car, walked in the direction mom had left and ended up at the entrance to the mound. I almost collapsed at what I was seeing. Mom had lifted her saree, petticoat and slid her panties down and was squatting giving me a Crystal Clear view of her Thighs, pussy and the gap through which the Golden Fluid was flushing out. I just kept staring at her pussy and the golden liquid. I assume she had seen me too, but made no attempt to stop me or hide herself. After the flow stopped to a trickle, I slowly walked towards her and saw she really had to go as there was a huge puddle of wetness as if someone had dropped a 2ltrs bottle there.

She asked me for a bottle of water to clean her pussy, which I refused since I had to walk back to car and get it. Instead, I offered her my handkerchief. She readily accepted it and wiped her pussy lips and also tapped the inner regions of her pussy and handed over the kerchief back to me.

To tease her, I pulled the kerchief close to my nose and inhaled strongly. She laughed and said, you are such a nasty fellow. Is this what you and your sister do in your rooms. This got me zapped, as this actually was one of the various activities that me and my sister, Meena, used to do. Now I was confused if she knew and said this or was it some wild statement. I gave a quizzical look. She herself took control of the situation and said, let’s go we need to reach Jaipur while the light is still on.

While driving, Mom was sleeping, I noticed mom, her pallu had come down further and one of her breast (blouse covered) was totally open and I skin and beginning of the cleave was very evident. And in her sleep she had that mixed look of an innocent sweet little girl and at the same time raunchy, sexy and hot with the way she had dressed.

I slowed down the vehicle and slowly let my hand pass over her breast, just a minor brush – no movement, then softly pressed her exposed boob. Immediately, pulling my hand back I waited for mom’s reaction, she was still sleeping. Assuming that she was asleep, to make up with the lost sleep for the early morning start. I slowly extended my hand first caressing her breast from the outside and then cupping it and then I started applying slight pressure. With no movement from mom, I got emboldened and almost squeezed it, which is when she thrust her breasts out and made a sigh! remark. I got worried and pulled my hand back. Doing it with sister was much different from this.

I let the situation relax for couple of minutes and then started fondling, kneading and crushing her boob. I noticed that her nipple was getting really erect and poking into the blouse. I suspected that mom was also liking it and she was pretending to sleep. So I started to unhook her blouse. After I unhooked two of them, it looked like I could push my hand inside, I slowly let me fingers crawl into her blouse, lifted the bra and then for the first time the soft, sweaty, hot breast skin made contact to my fingers. An UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT. The breast that fed me as a child for 2 long years, the breast that produced milk so that i could grow big, the breast that produced the nectar that protected me from all diseases as a kid was now providing me another kind of satisfaction. The pushed my fingers to the nipple and started pinching, twisting them.

I don’t know when she woke up but she was staring at my face. I was driving very slow and totally lost in the magic of the moment that i failed to notice that she was awake and now looking at me. So as to make me aware that she was awake, she just thrust her boobs ahead making my hand strain again the soft fabric of her bra and the crease of her blouse.

Sensing the change, I immediately turned my head to see mom staring absolutely blank into my face. I immediately drew my hand and looked straight ahead onto the road. I increased the speed. I did not have the guts to turn around and look at my mother.

Then mom coldly said. Decrease the speed. We do not have to die.

I slow down and say – “Sorry Mom”

Mom – what is left to say sorry? In middle of the road you have unhooked and me and fondled and played with my breasts? You turned me into a bitch. What is there to say sorry?

I – Your boob was out and was very tempting, i couldn’t resist and committed the act

Mom – Yes you are right. It’s my mistake.

I – Why do you take a high moral ground? You exposed your pussy to me. You let me have a clear view of your pussy and the piss that gushed through the small hole. You tempted me. You didn’t even say anything when I inhaled the hanky that was wet with your pussy piss and pussy juices. Oh Yes! I know you were hot about something and there were strong traces of the juices. I am no novice in that. Whom were you thinking off?

Mom – Oh and you are an expert in differentiating the Pussy Juices and Piss? Where did you learn this from? Who told you? Your sister?

I – What are you saying?

Mom – Don’t act smart sonnie. Do you think I don’t know what is going in between you both?

I – I…eh…ahhh… what are you talking off? You seem to have mistaken.

Mom – May be, but your wet undies and your sis wet panties that I keep seeing very often filled with your cum and piss cannot be a mistake. Your sister spending 30 mins in your bedroom and toilet to get ready and you coming out absolutely ready within 5 mins behind her cannot be a mistake.

You bastard, you talk of my moral ground. You fuck your younger sister, lead her into nasty things and you talk of my moral ground. I cannot believe I gave birth to such a dog, fed him, bathed him, took care of him and this is what you do?

I – Mom, we have done no wrong, we are grownups. We know what we are doing. What if we both tasting each other’s urine? We both enjoy seeing each other shit and wipe each other. We love to exchange our spit. We love to like each other’s intimate areas. We love giving oral sex to each other. We know what we are doing and we will continue what we are doing. What is wrong with that? We are not cheating anyone. She has saved her virginity so that we I can break hers when we get married.

Yes, you have heard it right. We do not want to get married to anyone else. We wanted to wait till you brought up the marriage part and tell you. But since you know everything a little more information is not going to do any harm.

Mom – Shut up you dirty shit eating dog. Don’t you have any values? Can’t you differentiate between blood relations and outsiders? Thinking like that about your sister itself is a grave mistake and you are talking of marrying and fucking and producing kids with her? Oh god, how did I raise this lump of shit.

I – Whatever you may think you please go ahead and think. Me and Meena are not united by our bodily needs. We have been doing this since she was 12 and I was 14 so sex is not the only criteria. I love her. If only fucking was the factor, then by now I would have taken her virginity and fucked her until her pussy expanded. What blood relations are you talking off? Where is written that there should be no sex in blood relations? Who will stop any two consenting adults who know and are sure of what they are doing? What stops a mother from fucking his son? A sister getting her pussy pounded by her brother? A father screwing his daughter?

Mom – oh god! What are you saying? You mean to say, you would fuck me? You would fuck the very hole that you had come to this earth. You would want to plant your seed in the very womb that had carried you?

I – And why not? A strong large thick and alive dick is anytime better than those brinjals and cucumbers that you keep shoving up your pussy. Yes, me and Meena watch you do it and masturbate each other. I am willing to fuck you and always prepared to fuck you whenever you want and wherever you want. Why should a sexually active gorgeous female waste her life?

Mom – Enough! you rotten fellow. She screamed and hid her face crying.

I felt very bad looking at her situation, I immediately begged her for forgiveness.

I – Mom, I am very sorry for screaming at you. I got carried away by the way you were reprimanding me. I always felt we are a small family and we needed each other’s support.

Mom, I love Meena but that does not mean I don’t love you. I can give you what you want. But that is only if you desire so. The love that we have towards each other is not bound by any selfish reasons.

I extended both my hands and pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were read and tears rolling down her soft silky cheeks. I wiped her tears and said

I – Mom, I do not want to give you false expectations that I will stop thinking about Meena. But we would wait until we have your acceptance before we get married. Regarding whatever I said about you, that is true. But again you are free to decide on what you want and what you don’t.

Mom – Lets drive, n don’t talk to me.

She was silent through the journey to Jaipur. After 2 hours of long silent and heavy-hearted ride we reached Jaipur,

We checked into a hotel. The room had two queen size beds. The bell boy had brought in the luggage. Mom didn’t want to go out and wanted to have food in the room itself. I immediately went through the menu and placed an order. The order was expected to arrive in 40 mins.

Mom – I will go take bath and come. Don’t try peeping inside the bathroom. Yes, I am going to piss, shit and then bath. You can imagine whatever your rotten brain can let you imagine but that is it.

I – sure, I don’t think you had to say all that. There is anyway no keyhole to peep in. Once you shut and latch the door it is anyway closed.

The same, blank face devoid of any expressions turned around and said – after showing you everything I don’t think there is any need to shut the door.

I got shocked, and was trying to read between the lines. Did she mean that she wanted me to step in and see her doing all that or she actually meant that i do not have the permission.

I had a confused look. May be she understood. She immediately unwrapped the Saree standing in in only Blouse and Petticoat. She unhooked her petticoat and let it slowly drop down to the floor, revealing her wheatish soft and silky thighs. Her thighs resembled that of a banana tree trunk. She had her back towards me, her buttocks were covered in large panty.

I calmly walked towards her and starting from the ankle started kissing her slowly moving upwards. The calves, knees, inner thighs, beginning of the butt. Where my mouth couldn’t reach my fingers and palm were having a field day. I was still behind her.

I stood up, walked across her and stood face to face with her. She was fixed to the spot with her eyes tight shut, fist clinched and teeth shut.

I slowly held her chin and lifter her face. She still did not open her eyes. Then I softly said.

I – Mom, you don’t have to do it if you do not want it.

Actually, the question had no meaning. Since her erect nipples, pungent scent from her crotch were give away that she wanted it then and there.

I – Mom, say something

After slowly opening her eyes, quivering lips she answered.

Mom – My son, I don’t know if this is right or wrong, but I need it. I have waited for 6 long years for a male touch on my body. I have wanted it every night. Numerous days, I felt like killing myself due to the loneliness coupled with my body needs.

I immediately put my finger on her lip, I didn’t want to strain her with all the talk. Then I slowly rolled my finger on her lips. Tracing the contour of her rosy pink and lovely lips. Then she suddenly opened her mouth. Hot vapor just escaped, I could feel it on my finger, a feeling as if water was sprinkled on a hot pan. I understood how much she wanted it and felt sad at what such a glorious female been wasted.

I inserted my finger slowly upto the second knuckle and planted the finger on her tongue. As if taking a cue she held it with her front teeth and slowly started sucking it. In and out as if giving a blowjob. She was looking straight into my eyes. Filled with lust, need, hunger, love. I slowly pulled the finger out and immediately put in my mouth. Sucking greedily.

Mom then took my finger by herself and put it back in. Then she said in a husky voice.

Mom – Do you want to see me pee?

I – No…. ,after a seemingly long gap and a surprise and confused expression on my mother’s face, I want to bathe in it.

Mom – Oh my son! My bladder is filled with piss. I am sure you can atleast wash half your body in it. Come my son, I am yours now on. I will do whatever you say. Whatever you want! Use me, take me, F U C K meeee…

I – Mummy, how lucky I am to be able to do all that to such a voluptuous and gorgeous female. My own mother.

Mom – Yes, my son, talk nasty, be vulgar, I like it that way. In fact your father and me were always enjoyed it like that

I – Yes mom, your son and daughter also like it that way. You know mom, I am going to lick your cunt. Smell your cunt, taste the warm juices, open my mouth and let you piss in my mouth. I will drink your piss mom. Then I will get closer and see the nasty hole which my father had taken the cherry off and then fucked numerous times. The cunt where my father pushed his dick in and after humping and depositing the hot, creamy, white semen lay on you. Me a product of the bodily hunger of my mother and father was conceived in the womb that lay at the end of this dark sticky tunnel. the pussy that stretched beyond limits to get me and my sister onto this earth. I am going to lick it mom and later fuck it mom.

I – Mom, you wanna get fucked mom? You wanna get fucked by your own son.

Mom – Yesss…. my fucker… I will spread my legs for your cock. I will take your cock inside my pussy. I want you to fuck my pussy.

Then we noticed that food could arrive any moment, we immediately dressed up but lay in each other’s arms. Then I sat on the bed, mom came and lay in my lap. The pallu of her saree on the ground, her busty 38DD sized milk containers thrust up in her blouse. Her navel as if it was some deep dark suction pit… i was caressing her and smooching her…And then the bell rang…. food was at the door…

Mom, slowly walked into the bathroom and this time she did close and latch the door and I could her the shower running.

I walked towards the door and opened it. The room service guy placed the food on the table and left. Before he leaving, he handed the receipt to me and asked me to sign. The moment I saw the receipt my world turned upside down. I felt as if the ground and vanished beneath my feet. The name of the restaurant in the hotel from where the food was provided is “Meenal”. That is when it struck me, I was going to cheat my lover, my almost wife. I signed the receipt and passed it to the waiter. I had to talk to Meena, but what am I going to tell her? How will she react? I just put on my jeans, T-shirt and shoes. Mom was expecting me and when she heard the clothes ruffle, she was calling my name. I didn’t respond and just walked out of the room shutting the door behind.

For almost 30 mins, I just walked on the road not caring where I am going. Mom had been calling continuously on the phone, but I didn’t want to pick and talk to her. Mainly since I didn’t know what to tell her.

Then it was Meena’s call, I looked at the phone ringing for a very long time and on the third call, after missing the first two calls, I took the call. She had a very worried and tensed voice.

Meena – Bhaiyya where are you?

Me – Nothing I’m here in Jaipur what happened?

Meena – Mom, told me that you were not taking her call, so was worried. What happened why are you not talking mom’s calls?

Me – Nothing like that, I didn’t hear the ring. That’s it. I myself knew that was far from convincing. May be I subconsciously wanted it to be that way.Meena – Bhaiyya, I know you are lying. Tell me, mom said something about us? Did she find out about us?

Me – Arey nahi yaar (No way)

Meena – You are feeling something about Mom?

Me – (Having been caught off-guard, I stammered and responded) err..rr.. No…hmmm…nothing of that sort

Meena – Cut that crap, and come on please be fucking honest with me. What the fuck is there to hide from me?

Me – Well… it… is… MOM!

Meena – Fucking shit, what the hell are you saying? What about her? What did you do?

Me – I haven’t done anything yet, but… would have ended up doing something if I had not come out of the room. Dear Sis, I can’t betray your love, I can’t cheat you.

Meena – Oh Brother, what are you saying?

Me – That’s not all, ( I hurried as if I wanted to tell her in one go). I have felt her boobs, I have told her about our relation and activities. I have told her you are the only one I am going to get married to.

Meena – Damn… shit …

Me – If I hadn’t stepped out of the room, I would have definitely been screwing mom.

Meena – What are you saying? (I could hear a disappointment, upset and anger in her voice.)

Meena – (after couple of seconds)Even you proved that all mean are alike. You just need a set of busty boobs and a hole to stick your dick in. Doesn’t matter whether it is your sisters or mothers or anyone else’s. You just need to fuck.

Meena – You have disappointed me, I have become lonely.

Me – Meena, no way. I stopped and ran out of the room for this reason. I CANNOT CHEAT ON YOU!!!

Meena – Go Away! I don’t want to see you. ( and she cut the phone. )

I tried calling her numerous times but her phone was switched off.

Confused, I walked back towards the hotel room. I needed someone to talk to.

I went and rang the bell, not knowing what to expect. Mom opened the door, I could see my “actual” mother returning. More covered and properly organized. She walked back to the bed, I reclined on the chairs.

Mom – What happened? What did Meena say?

Me – Nothing

Mom – I am sure you must have tried telling her whatever we had done and were going to do. She must have got upset hearing that.

Me – Zapped, did she call you? How do you know?

Mom – I could guess the amount of love you have for each other from the very fact that you had left your “more than willing to get laid by you” mother and ran out. I knew we wouldn’t have gone all the way.

Mom – I am very happy that you love her so much. My daughter’s life is secured. Now I need to see what can be done that would not create any problems for us.

Me – I was listening to her like a zombie.

Mom – Beta, come to me. I am calling you as your mother, not the mother who was going to spread her legs and get fucked by you but caring mother.

I crawled onto the bed and laid my head in her laps, staring away into infinity.

Mom – Don’t worry, once we are back in Delhi, we will talk and sort out the matter.

Me – I am worried she may do something now, she is all alone and disturbed.

Mom – Beta, I have seen you both since childhood, I have brought you up. I know what is going to happen. If I am not mistaken, she will call me in couple of minutes and talk to me.

Me – Ma, if she calls you I want to hear what she has to say.

Mom – Sure, I will turn on the speaker and you can hear what she is saying.

While talking all this, I was absent mindedly speaking to her right breast and not her face. Only after the final few words were spoken by mom, I actually noticed that I was hardly couple of inches away from her nipple and the hugely swollen breast. Suddenly my mind cleared and I was again horny. My body was warming up again and I could feel that I was actually breathing hot air, my nostrils almost burning. Since I was taking deep and fast breath, I was sure that the warmth of my breath was reaching my mom’s breast. Which I could say was having only a blouse and she was not wearing a bra inside. The advantage I had was since mom’s breast was really huge the saree could do nothing to cover the bulge which could be viewed form the side and below.

Mom stopped speaking, and I could see her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. I understood even she was excited. I moved a little to see where actually she was looking. I then noticed that she had clenched her eyes shut, her teeth were biting the lower lip. And both her hands were grabbing the bed sheet as if to control from holding me.

I slowly blew on her breast, she immediately jumped and put her left hand on her breast, the exact spot where my breath had landed and the right hand she almost pulled my head to her breast but stopped. She had grasped a handful of hair and was not knowing what to do. I got up and sat opposite her. What i saw, made me feel real bad.

Mom’s forehead was covered in sweat, even with the AC running, her lower lip had deep marks and may be cuts due to the intense biting. Her eyes spoke and gave everything away. She wanted to get “FUCKED”, she was sad that she couldn’t demand that from me. The red eyes with tears and a helpless expression on her face made me feel real bad.

At that moment, phone rang, it was Meena, mom was about to take the phone, I stopped her and took it in my hand. I realized that whatever has happened is something which I should fix, since I was responsible for the current situation.

Me : Hi Meena

Meena – Where is mom? why have you picked the phone?

Me – Mom is sitting here, and since I am responsible for this mess or bliss, it is appropriate I talk

Meena – Bhaiyya, I don’t want to lose you. please give the phone to mom

Me – I am going to put you on speaker, whatever you have to say can be told and I have right to hear what you speak.

Meena – Fine

I put the phone on speaker

Mom – (with a heavy voice) Bolo Meena

Meena – Mamma, I love bhaiyya. Please don’t separate him from me.

Mom immediately started weeping and was absolutely inconsolable.

Meena – Mamma what happened, please don’t cry.

Me – Meena I will call you in sometime, don’t worry, things will be under control. Its only three of us and whatever happens we three need to take care of this. We all love each other and need to take care of each other. Just don’t worry, I will call you in few minutes.

Meena – Theek hai bhaiyya. Please call me

I hang up the phone.

Mom had buried her face in her palm and was weeping. The tears were running down the arms and onto her saree clad thighs. I walk around and stood in front of her. I sat next to her, and put my arms on her shoulder. And then the unthinkable happened, I said “Anu, kis baat pe ro rahi hai (what are you crying for?)”. Anu is my mom’s name.

Me calling her by name was such a shock value that she immediately turned around and was staring me in the face.

Me – Tell me what are you crying for?

Mom – I am such a loser. I lost my husband, I seduced my own son. I am in love with my own son. I am cheating my own Daughter. I don’t deserve to live.

Me – You are saying that you seduced your son-in-law and love your own son?

Mom, had a strange and surprised look on her face.

Me – Yes, mom if this is where we are heading to, then we better move in with complete faith in each other. You gave birth to us, you fed us. Me and Meena have drunk your milk and grown. We have lived in the same house shared all the happiness, sorrow, love. Why can’t we be a family?

Mom – will Meena agree? She is so possessive about you. Just like a wife wants her husband all for herself, Meena wants you. This is anything but natural.

Me – I won’t disagree that, and in an ideal situation and circumstance this may be right. But here we have it all messed up. If I move away you will be heartbroken and never recover. Which me and Meena cannot bear. If Meena moves away from us, both of us cannot bear. Only option is I move out form your lives. (Mom immediately jumped up and hugged me)

Mom – No! Never say that! I will kill myself rather than losing you.

Me – exactly! this is the same between all three of us and we need to realize this. Only solution is we accept that our three lives have changed forever and if I am not mistaken (pointing at her breast which were resting on my chest, due to her hugging act) for the better.

Mom moved away from me, and teasingly slapped me saying you are impossible.

Taking that as an yes from mom, I took the phone and called Meena. I explained the situation and she agreed saying that even she had figured this out but still the fact that she will have to share me was bothering her. I told her that when we are back in Delhi we will talk and fix that also. For which she replied,

Please take proper care of Mamma, give her whatever she needs.

Me – I stressed “Whatever she needs?”

Meena – yes, I mean it. “What…ev…er” haaaaa! Chalo it’s already very late , I will go to sleep now.

Me – Bye darling! Please take care of the assets, I have left with you.

Meena – You are a shameless creature.

Me – Don’t you think both of us are?

Meena – You dog, bye! and she disconnected the phone

I turned to see mom, who had a very satisfied smile listening to our talk.

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I ask her, “Why are you smiling?”

She replies, “Where am I going to see such a fucked up family? A sister is allowing her brother to fuck their mom.”

I ask her, “Why ma? Are you upset that I had to take Meena’s consent to fuck you?”

She said, “No I am really happy that you both are so much in love with each other and are faithful to each other”

Me – Now you are part of the group so I need to take consent of two people now on

Mom – What? So you are planning to fuck more women? You will ditch us and then take your own way?

Me – Just saying ma. Ok, so Meena asks me to take proper care and give whatever you want. So what do you want ma?

She suddenly blushed and said “nothing”.

After the things got cleared I was looking at my MOM sexually.

Medium built of 5′ 2″ now sitting on the bed with her feet touching the floor. Huge breasts – 38DD straining against the blouse and giving a clear view from the site where the saree had risen, smooth mild sweaty mid rib, a sweat patch at her armpits, a little above soft and smooth neck and shoulders, beautiful chin, well carved lips with a mole on the right of upper lip. Pointed nose, dimple cheeks with ample amount of meat – for all purposes like biting, pulling, kissing and playing. Deep black magical eyes, well etched eyebrows large forehead. A true beauty – as if god had sculpted her at leisure.

I slowly walked towards her, sitting on the floor, I put my head in her lap looking away from her.

She asked – What happened?

Me – Nothing Mom, I suddenly feel at peace. I don’t know I feel relaxed. The two people whom I love the most in my life have become even more closer to me. We are going to become 1, figuratively and literally.

Mom – That’s true, I cannot believe, both my kids, whom I had carried in my womb. Bore all the pain to bring them to the world, breast fed them. It all looks so dreamy.

Me – I had always been dreaming about you. I look towards her and say, I always wanted to feel you mom, I wanted to fondle your breasts, suck them kiss them, I wanted to see between your legs and if “POSSIBLE” insert my Cock and fuck that pussy.

It’s hard to believe now that I am actually going to live my fantasy. My mom is a willing partner in my sex fantasies, she is going to invite me and willingly open herself to me.

Mom – Son, yes I had gone through hell to compromise and come to accept this. While your father was alive he had spoilt me so much sexually that since the day he left I have been literally craving for it every minute every second. And she became emotional.

Me – Mom, I am sorry for reminding about dad. Are you feeling bad.

She took my face in her palms and looked straight into my eyes.

Mom – Son, during our hot sessions as well as romantic moments, we always used to say to each other. Whatever happens to each of us – we should not stop from fulfilling our love and sex desires. Only that I am going to get my sexual needs satisfied from my son – our own creation.

Me – Mom, if you don’t mind can you share what sort of sexual life you led?

Mom – May be on another day I would not have even though of uttering even a bit of this to you. But now… yes… I can share everything with you.

Your dad was definitely a pussy man. He was very fond of whatever came out of my pussy.

Whether my cum, piss or my two glorious kids. He always wanted to lick it, smooch it. Bath in my urine. I must have urinated on him more number of times than actually in in the pot. I had given him blowjobs while shitting. He fucked me while cooking and then deposited his cum either in the dal or curd and we had eaten it together.

I still remember the days when you were born – I used to nurse both him and you together. In fact one fine day he also wanted me to wipe his ass and change his underwear, asking me to assume it was a diaper. Luckily, we limited it to Piss alone. Though we had no inhibitions in shitting front of each other and did wipe each other later. I really miss all of those kinky, vulgar, wild sex days.

Me – Mom, I want to do all that with you. Will you do that with me?

Mom – I was worried that you want to run away from me, but I am so happy that you want to be part of it.

Me – How frequently would you have sex with Dad?

Mom – prior to you were born we used to have almost twice daily, on the days I had periods, I used to give him a blowjob.

Me – But during those periods “blowjob” might have been unheard of?

Mom – Do you think porn films and magazines came during your generation only?

Me – so you used to watch porn films and magazines? didn’t you feel shy?

Mom – When we were already doing things, what is there to feel shy? As a kid, I had watched my dad and mom do it. Since we used to stay in a single room apartment, where we had to share the bedroom. I used to see them very often.

Me – oh! so you saw your dad’s dick also? You liked it?

Mom – Blushing. Yes, in fact I was so fascinated by the whole thing that I was eagerly waiting for my share of Dick.

Me – tell me everything na?

Mom – ok, but before that lets finish our food quickly.

Then without more delay we quickly finished our food. During this period I openly stared at her. Primarily the face, boobs, and the waist area. Mom noticed me and was just smiling whenever our eyes met. To help me in my attempts, she allowed the Saree pallu to slide a bit and give me a unrestricted view of her packaged boobs. Clearly showing the curves and massiveness of the globes.

We finished our food, both of us together went to the bathroom to wash our hands. I was standing behind my mom, with my chin resting on her shoulders and smelling her. Sometimes pushing my face forward and rubbing my cheeks against her. I stuck my groin to her waist, as I was taller than her. I looked at her in the mirror above the hand wash and smiled.

Mom said “You seem to be restless”

Me – Not me.

saying so I parted my legs so that my dick touched her butt and exactly the butt crack.

Me – this fellow is getting restless.

Mom – then why don’t you give him some rest.

Me – his sleeping bag is not ready yet

slowly rubbing at her vagina zone over her saree..

Then we slowly walked to the bed.