I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked into the house and saw Auntie Khursheed sitting with my mom. They seemed busy with some serious conversation and their mood looked quite unhappy. I knew the conversation must have been about me because as soon as they realized I was in the house, they both went silent. They must have been talking about the incident earlier with my cousin Seema, who is Auntie Khursheed's daughter. Seema must have told Auntie about what happened, and Auntie was there to complain to my mom about what I had done.
It was a serious incident, although I didn't think Seema would escalate it to our parents. I was wrong, apparently, as there was Auntie Khursheed with my mom, and now the incident had blown up to the level where I was going to be in big trouble. I don't know what kind of trouble, but trouble, nevertheless. At the very least, a lot of embarrassment for me and for my parents.
It was lunchtime and my mom was making rotis for us. I had come home to eat lunch and go back to the fields to continue working on our farm. I went to our water pump to freshen up and stay away from them until Auntie left. It would be better if I faced my mom alone, and without Auntie there. At least any tongue lashing that I got would be without any witnesses. It would be easier that way to get through the scolding.
When I came back, I saw Auntie going up the stairs to our roof. Our houses are connected by a shared wall, in a typical Pakistani village style, and Auntie went to our roof, which was connected to her roof, and then to the stairs going down to her house. It was easier for the two sisters to go back and forth, without having to go out of the house and then knock on our door. This was a more discrete method of going back and forth between the two households.
My mom dished my lunch and as I was eating, I waited for her questions and her admonishment. But she said nothing. I finished the meal, put the dishes away, and then left to go back to the fields, but she said nothing, and she asked me nothing. I was confused.
Of course, she wanted to time her questions better. I think she knew I had plenty of work to do, especially to bring the food for the animals. She didn't want to disturb my routine. I did all my chores, brought the animals to their part of our house, fed them, and then went to shower and clean up. Once I finished my dinner, and was having my evening tea, that's when she brought up the subject.
She asked, "So, what happened today with Seema?"
I was encouraged by the fact that her voice was low, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear our conversation. I didn't expect her to be so cautious. I expected her to just blow her top and yell at me. Instead, she was asking in a very low-key way, as to what happened. I had made up all these excuses and defences, but she wasn't asking for any of them.
I knew it would be difficult to say what had happened, but I felt bold enough to just tell her the truth, "I was stupid, mom. I asked her..." I had to stop and think before finishing my thought, but I went with it. Afterall, what is the worst that could happen. I continued, "...I asked her to show me her breasts."
I guess she wasn't ready for my confession, so she had no follow up questions. She was quiet for a while, then she whispered, "You know, your Auntie is upset."
"Yes, I know, and if you want, I'll apologize to her and to Seema. I am sorry for what I said."
I guess she accepted my apology and went on with the clean-up and other things she had to finish. I felt relieved, even a bit excited. I had escaped any consequences for my crass behaviour. Who knew that telling the truth would be kind of liberating?!
Early next morning, as I was eating my breakfast of parathas and mango achaar with tea, I noticed she was lost in thought. I didn't want to pry, so I just ate in silence. I was halfway through my cup of tea, when she cleared her throat and asked in a lowered voice, "Can I ask you something?"
I realized then that her lowered voice meant she was trying to keep our conversation rather confidential. It meant that she was curious and not angry about something, and her question was going to be about me revealing some secret, instead of her lecturing me, again, I guess about the incident with Seema.
"Yes, go ahead." I also whispered back, just to make our conversation somewhat conspiratorial.
She paused for a while, then took a deep breath, and asked me the following question: "Why did you want to see Seema's breasts?"
I almost laughed. That seemed like a silly question. I mean it should have been obvious as to why I wanted to see Seema's breasts. But, I guess, she wanted to hear from me directly, as to not leave any lingering doubt.
I also paused for a short while before answering her. "She has very nice breasts and I just wanted to see them."
I couldn't help but notice that her glance went to her own breasts as I told her that Seema has nice breasts. That was very curious for me. I wondered as to why she would look at her own breasts when I praised another woman's breasts. It was such a reflective reaction that it intrigued me. I don't know if she noticed that I saw her glance down at her chest, but I did see it.
For whatever reason, I felt relieved. I knew that there wasn't going to be any admonishment. She wasn't going to yell at me or tell me off. We were on a totally different plane.
Again, as is our routine, that evening, after my shower and dinner, and while I was having my tea, she spoke in that all too familiar whisper, "Can I ask you something more?"
"Yes, mom, go ahead."
"What did you expect Seema to do? Did you expect her to just life her shirt and expose herself to you?"
"Well, it sounds kind of stupid now that I hear it said the way you just said it. I honestly don't know what I expected from her. I just wanted to ask. I had no idea what was to come next. I actually expected her to get upset, which I guess she did."
"If you expected her to get upset, then why did you even bother to ask?"
"Wishful thinking, I guess. If there was even a tiny chance that she would say yes, I wanted to at least try."
Again, our conversation ended there. Next morning, during my paratha and achaar breakfast with tea, I expected another question from her. By now I had become quite comfortable with the conversation and was at ease with my answers.
She asked, in that same lowered, conspiratorial voice, "Is Seema the only one? Or do you have someone else in mind, who maybe more willing than her?"
A lantern lit in my brain. At first it was just a flicker of light, but as I sipped my tea, and thought about her question, the flame grew. I felt my blood rush and my breathing become stronger as I realized the possibility of what maybe going on. I had to give the right answer that she was looking for, and I had to choose my words carefully. Oh, God, I was feeling weirdly excited, just imagining the likelihood of what may be sitting in front of me.
My answer came in stutters. I had to say what I thought was the most appropriate answer, but the consequences of saying the words that were in my mind were undefined. Anything was possible.
"There's...," I stalled at that word, then took a deep breath. I am sure she must have noticed my nervousness. I was nervous. I was not sure how my words were going to go across. I took another deep breath and continued, "...there's only one other person...," I felt my mouth dry and my throat all stuffed. I almost decided not to continue.
"Yes, I am listening," she said, and she was listening. She was very attentive.
I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. I had to now finish saying what I had started, and that gave me some courage. I collected my thoughts, and then blurted them out, "There is only one other person, who I think has much nicer looking breasts than Seema. I just don't know if I can ever ask her. It would probably be a lot more inappropriate than asking Seema."
"Who is that person?" Her question came out almost instantly after I finished my sentence.
I looked at her deep. She seemed eager to know the answer and I understood that she wanted it to be a certain answer. She looked back at me with anticipation. I paused long enough to build the suspense and then I told her, "You!"
"Me?!" She sounded surprised. I don't know why? I thought that was the answer she wanted to hear. Maybe I was wrong!
"Yes, it is you. You have breasts that are much nicer than Seema, but I can't really ask you to show your breasts to me, now, can I?"
She was quiet. She didn't say anything. The silence lasted for quite a while. Eventually I decided to get up and go to the fields to do my work. It was a long day, as I wanted to get back to our moments together. I was expecting, I was hoping, I was wishing for our conversation to continue. It didn't.
The following morning, again towards the end of my breakfast, she spoke to me in those now all too familiar whispers. "Tell me, how would we do it?"
I was a bit confused. I didn't know what she was talking about. "How would we do what?" I asked, with my voice lowered as well.
"You said that you want to ask me to show you my breasts...," she looked at me to see if I was going to disagree with her statement. I almost denied her comment.
She continued after a short pause and after gazing into my eyes. "...if I were to agree to show them to you, how would we do it?"
My heart jumped into my throat at the sudden realization of what was actually happening. It was once in a lifetime moment. I swallowed hard as the words were just stuck in my throat. I looked back into her eyes and with quivering lips mumbled, "What do you mean how would we do it? I mean, you would show them to me. Just like that, right?"
"No, I mean where would we do it? When would we do it?"
I took a few deep breaths. She could clearly see that I was totally unprepared for her willingness to do as she said she was agreeing to do.
Once my mind cleared a little, I composed myself and composed my answer, with some authority, as if I knew what I was talking about. I replied, "I think the best place to do it would be in the storage room. Nobody would see us there. The best time to do it would be after dinner, when we turn in for the night. Instead of sitting here, we could be there."
She whispered hurriedly, "Okay. Tonight then."
With that she gathered herself and went to her room. I quickly left the house, with my blood rushing through my veins at such an accelerated pace that I almost fainted on my way to the fields. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. My very own mother had agreed to show me her breasts. It was going to be tonight. Tonight, I was going to see some breasts. It was going to be my mother's breasts, but it was going to be breasts that I was going to see. Real, live, in the flesh breasts.
Needless to say, I accomplished nothing that day. I barely cut the food for the animals, as my hands were trembling with excitement. I couldn't wait for the day to end and see what was going to happen. I don't know how she spent her day, but I was in a daze.
That night, we ate in silence. When I finished my tea, she took the dishes away and whispered, "I'll be there soon." That was all the conversation that we had that evening.
I prepared a few lanterns for the storage room. I wanted to have plenty of light to see those breasts. I didn't want to miss any detail. I finally understood her question, "How would we do it?" It was a good question. How would we do it?
Would she sit on the charpai and I would stand, sit, kneel in front of her? Would she sit on the musallah, leaning back, and I would sit in front of her on the floor? Would she just stand, and I would stand in front of her? Would she just life her kamees up above her breasts, or would she take it off? God, I had no idea what to expect and how we were going to be. I did not know the answer as to how we would do it.
It seemed like an eternity before I finally heard her footsteps coming towards the storage room. She did come, I had almost believed that it was just a dream, and she wasn't going to come through, but she did. Once she entered the room, she turned around to close the door and she put the latch up to lock it from inside so no one could surprise us by coming in and catching us doing what we were about to do.
I had the room well-lit, and I could see the worry on her face. She was so serious. I assumed it to be her nervousness. She was very nervous, as was I. We were both in an uncharted territory and didn't know how to navigate our trek through it.
She looked around the room and then turned to face me. "Where do you want me to be?" She asked.
I had no idea. I replied, "You can sit on the charpai if you like, or we can sit on the musallah, if that is better." I wanted her to make the decision and make it easy for me. I used the word we when talking about the musallah. I would have preferred her to sit there, and I could then sit in front of her. That would have been the closest for me to be near her.
To my relief, she picked the musallah. She sat on one end, and I took my place in front of her. I didn't really know what to do next. I just sat in front of her. She was sitting on her knees, her hands folded in her lap, looking at me with some anticipation. I was sitting in front of her, cross-legged, looking at her with my own anticipation.
She was undecided, so she didn't make any further move. Silence was thick. I finally had to encourage her by saying, "Okay, I am ready."
My words put some life into her arms. She reached with her hands to grab her kamees and slowly lifted it up. First thing I noticed was the top of her shalwar, as her naala became visible. Then her belly and her bellybutton. Then the top part of her stomach, and finally I saw her bra. It was a bit disappointing that I saw her bra and not her breasts. She kept pulling her kamees off of her until it became free of her head and her arms. It had turned inside out, so she first fixed it properly and put it to the side on the charpai. Then she fixed her hair that had become dishevelled by her kamees. He boobs flexed upward into a wonderful pose as she tied her hair into a ponytail. It was an incredible view. My first view of a half-naked woman. Her bare stomach seemed so sexy, so wonderful, so incredible. Her bare shoulders and arms looked amazing, and her breasts, even though they were still covered by her bra, were beautiful. She was beautiful. She looked very, very beautiful.
I became aware of this incredible erection between my legs. My breathing was equally hard and heavy. Her chest was heaving due to her own breathing being hard and heavy. I guess we both were equally excited. It was nice to know that there was something in it for her, and that she wasn't doing it just for me. But her breasts were still in her bra, and I still hadn't seen them.
Finally, she reached behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra. First, she removed the loop from her left shoulder, then from her right, while holding her bra on her boobs, making sure it didn't fall and accidently expose her. Then she held the bra cups with both of her hands covering her breasts, as she stared at me. She was looking at my reaction and she wanted to see my expressions as she slowly, slowly, very slowly, pulled the cups of her bra down and exposed her breasts to my wide-open eyes.
My first view of those plump, supple breasts was amazing. They looked amazing. Her nipples were hard and firm. I could see the goosebumps in the darker area around her nipples, and then the rest of her breasts standing so firm on her chest. Oh, I wanted to touch them. I wanted to hold them. I wanted to suck on her nipples as I had done those 21 odd years ago. But I just sat there, staring at her breasts with my mouth probably open a little and my eyes transfixed on her chest.
We sat there for a long while, until she started to put her bra back on. I just sat there numb, while she put her kamees back on. I just sat there, frozen, while she got up and left to go to her room. It took me a long while to come to my senses, and then the deep sense of disappointment when I found myself in an empty room. Needless to say, I had a very tough time falling asleep that night. My erection took a very, very long time to subside.
I ate my breakfast in silence. She had no words either. I went to do my chores without saying anything. She also said nothing. It felt so awkward.
That night was much better though. After I finished my dinner and during my tea, as it had become our routine, she whispered to me, "You haven't said anything after last night."
"I am speechless. I don't know what to say."
She seemed more relaxed than before. She was even smiling a little. Not so much as in the open, but more in her attitude. She seemed in control of the situation, now that we had gone through the process. "Well, did you like it?" She turned red, I could tell, after asking the question.
"Yes, I liked it very much."
"Was it everything that you had hoped for?" She was fishing for something.
"Yes, it was everything that I had hoped for...," I paused a little before adding, "...and more."
She was happy with my answer. I could tell.
She was quiet for a while, lost in her own thoughts, and then she finally asked some more, "So, what did you think of what you saw."
I knew she was fishing for something, and I decided to give it to her, "You have the most amazing breasts. They were even better than what I had expected them to be. I have never seen anything so beautiful."
She was clearly overjoyed at my gushing about her breasts. I saw the opportunity and I decided to take it, "I would like to see them again, if possible. I don't think I got enough last night. It went too quickly."
"Well, we can't be doing it too many times. I showed them to you once. That's all I thought you wanted, to see them once."
"Well, that's too bad. I would have loved to see them some more."
We stayed together a while longer, but in total silence, then I quietly got up and went to my room. I heard her putting the stuff away, and then her footsteps receded towards her own room.
I was quite surprised when she came to my room after a while. I was lying on my charpai feeling somewhat sad and quite literally jumped up when I saw her in my room.
She said, "I thought you would be in the storage room."
"I... I...," I stuttered, not knowing what the appropriate answer was. "I didn't know that's where you wanted me to be."
"Well, that's the place where you can see my breasts. Isn't that what we agreed upon?"
"Yes, yes..." I hurried out of the room. I had the whole setup intact from the night before. I lit the lanterns quickly and waited anxiously for her to show up. She did.
We were at ease this time. There was no outward nervousness. It seemed more natural for her to be on that musallah, sitting on her knees, lifting that kamees. To my utter surprise, she had no bra on this time and her boobs just popped out of her shirt and bounced up and down a little as they became free. She sat there, doing her hair, as her chest extended forward. I watched her, totally hypnotized by her pose.
Once she settled into her position, I felt a little bold and asked her to change her position. I asked her to sit with her legs extended outward, her arms extended behind her, leaning back on her hands, and her head leaning back as well. This protruded her breast forward and stood outward. Another incredible view.
I sat in front of her first, then I moved to her right side, then to her left side. I was checking her breasts out from different angles, and from each angle, they looked incredible. Oh God, I wanted to touch them so bad. I spent quite a while ogling her, with an erection that didn't subside the whole night, but I had to eventually let her go. She needed to get her sleep. I wasn't able to sleep, though; I spent the whole night, but I had to eventually let her go. She needed to get her sleep. I wasn't able to sleep, though; I spent the whole night tossing and turning.
She noticed that I hadn't slept properly. She remarked the next morning, "You look tired. What happened?"
I told her the truth, "I couldn't sleep after being with you."
"Why? Why couldn't you sleep?" She seemed unaware of what I was going through. I had expected her to be having sleepless nights, but I guess she was not as affected by our time together as I was.
"I keep having a tug of war with my mind and my body." I tried to explain in a way that I was experiencing my emotions.
"What kind of a tug of war? What do you mean?"
I decided to be honest with her. "I have this strong urge to want to touch your breasts. My body wants it. My mind keeps saying no, I shouldn't."
"Well, your mind is right. You shouldn't. I am your mother. We have already crossed a line. You can't ask for more."
"That's the problem. I can't ask for more, but my body keeps wanting more. I don't know how to deal with it."
"You are going to have to find a way. There are certain things that are forbidden."
"Yes, I know. But still..."
"No but still..."
I didn't say anything else. I just got up and left for the fields.
That night, after dinner, I went to the storage room. I set everything up, hoping that she'll come, but knowing that she wasn't going to come. I was pleasantly surprised when she did come.
I asked her, "So, why did you decide to come?"
"I knew that you'll be waiting, and I didn't want to keep you waiting."
"That's very thoughtful of you."
She sat on the musallah in that pose from the previous night, with her legs extended forward, her arms extended back, her leaning on her hands, her chest protruding forward. I moved the lanterns around to get maximum light on her front, then I did something that I hadn't previously thought of. I straddled her legs, without putting any weight on them, and I moved very close to her front. She was tense, as she knew what I was about to do, but she held her pose.
With trembling hands, I slowly reached forward and placed my hands on her breasts. She flinched, but didn't object. I guess she had come mentally prepared to let me touch her and touch her I did. I cupped her breasts, I groped her all around, I pinched her nipples, I lifted them up and ran my palms underneath, and I squeezed them gently. I was going crazy with such sweet feelings coursing through my whole body. Her breasts were soft, and firm, and supple, and I couldn't get enough of them. I told her to lie down on the musallah, which she did. I got up to bring her a pillow, and then after she was lying down nicely, I straddled her thighs, this time placing my weight on them, and I started to caress and fondle her. Not just her breasts, but her stomach, her belly, her sides, and her shoulders. I was really, really going to town with my caresses on the front of her body.
The fever eventually died down, once I had my fill of her breasts. I slowed my movements down, and instead of just feeling her, I decided to see her with my eyes. I decided to look at her body, not just rub my hands all over her front.
That's when I noticed her naala. It was tucked into her shalwar, but one end was sitting on the front of it. I reached for it, and gently and slowly started pulling it. I could see the look of horror on her face, as she thought that I was going to loosen the naala and maybe remove her shalwar. I did loosen it, and even loosened the shalwar, but only slid it down a little to get more of her belly in my view. I then caressed her again until my fever subsided one more time. I finally had to stop, as she needed to get her sleep.
Next morning, as we ate our breakfast and had our tea, I could tell that she hadn't slept well. I asked her, "So, today, you look tired. Did you not sleep well?"
"No, I didn't."
"Well, why didn't you sleep well? Was there a tug of war between your mind and your body?"
She thought for a while, and then whispered, "You know, last night, when you loosened my naala, I thought you were going to remove my shalwar and were going to start to chode me."
I was almost shocked to hear her use the word chode. In polite translation it means that she thought I was going to have sex with her. In more crude translation, it means that she thought I was going to fuck her. Either way, she thought that I was going to have my way with her.
I looked at her deep. I even moved forward to almost whisper in her ear. I confessed, "You know, I wanted to chode you, I really did. But I wasn't sure if you'd let me."
She didn't answer. She was looking down and wasn't meeting my eyes. I wanted her to look into my eyes, so I could read her heart. But she avoided my gaze.
I reached for her face and put my hand under her chin to life it until she was looking at me. I asked her, "Would you have let me chode you, if I had tried to do it?"
She broke her eye contact with me and looked away. She whispered her reply, "I don't know. I don't know if I would have let you..."
I thought she wanted to say more, but she stopped mid-sentence.
Then she looked back into my eyes and finished her sentence, "...I don't know if I would have let you chode me."
It was her who left to go away from me. She just couldn't stay in my presence after that conversation.
That night, after dinner, I went to the storage room. I set up the place with lanterns. I put some blankets on the musallah. I brought a couple of pillows for her to rest on. I then waited for her to come.
She took a while longer to come, but she did come. I was sitting at the foot of the musallah, taking my spot in front of her, hoping to position myself on her thighs like the previous night. She sat in front of me, cross-legged, not with her legs extended, and her hands folded in her lap. She seemed very nervous, and with that pose, she was giving me a message.
I waited patiently for her to give me a direction. Eventually, she reached for her kamees and lifted it off of her body. She was wearing a bra; another message, I guessed. I waited patiently, again, for her to decide what to do next. Eventually, she took a deep breath and reached back to unhook it and then remove it. Her breasts came into my full view. She then looked at me, into my eyes, and held my gaze for a while. She spoke with trembling lips, and asked me, "How do you want me to be?"
"I want you to lie down, like last night."
She put the pillow in position and extended her legs out, while stretching her body into her lying down position. I straddled her thighs and reached for her breasts. I gently cupped them, massaged them, and rubbed my palms over them. I pinched her nipples and groped her boobs. But my aim this night was not her breasts. My aim was her naala and her shalwar. I worked my way over her stomach and her belly, and I reached her shalwar. Her naala was completely tucked in her shalwar. I had to reach in with my fingers and bring the cord out.
She grabbed my hand to stop me from loosening it. I waited. She then moved her hand away and let me proceed. I gently tugged on it and pulled it until it was completely loosened. I then reached for the top of her shalwar and loosened it as well. Then slowly and deliberately, I started to pull the shalwar downward. Once again, she reached with her hands, both of them this time, and grabbed my hands to keep me from lowering it over her hips and down her thighs. I waited, again, and after a short while, she moved her hands away.
I slid her shalwar down her hips and kept pulling it down her thighs. As I pulled it lower and lower, I also kept moving down and down, until I was at her feet. She lifted her feet one at a time to let me remove her shalwar completely. I looked at her whole body, completely naked, except for the panty that was still covering her private parts. She was looking at me, with certain anticipation, and she saw me observing her so eagerly.
I decided to remove my own clothes at that time. I removed my own kamees first, my chadar next, and my underwear last. I stood there, towering above her, fully naked, with my erection pointing forward and upward. I could see the shock in her eyes at seeing me so naked, I should say, seeing her son so naked in front of her. I reached for my cock, stretched the skin backward to completely exposed the head, and grabbed my balls to position them properly. I could see the precum fluid dripping down the tip and onto the ground. I am sure she saw all of that I was doing, and I could tell that she was a little apprehensive.
I sat down around her feet and separated her legs a little so I could kneel between them. I had no idea what position I was supposed to be in to chode her, but I was going to find my way around. I knew that I had to be between her legs for sure.
I lifted her legs and pushed them back. She pulled her knees towards her chest and opened her thighs to give me a view of her pussy. She still had her panty on, and I decided to remove it. I gently tugged on the sides and slid it down her hips and over her thighs. As her pussy started to come into view, she quickly reached down with both hands and covered it completely to hide it from my view. I kept removing her panty over her knees, down her calves, and pulled it over her feet. I tossed it over onto the charpai.
Her knees were over her stomach, her thighs were wide open, and her feet were dangling in the air, with her hands covering her pussy and hiding it from my view. I sat down on my knees, both knees around her hips. I pushed her legs up a little more and reached with my hands to pull her hands gently away.
"No, I don't want you to see me there," she protested, while resisting my efforts to remove her hands.
"Why not? I want to see you there."
"No, I don't want you to. I feel embarrassed."
"That's okay. I am naked in front of you, and I feel embarrassed, too. But it is only a momentary embarrassment. We'll get over it."
"No, mine is more serious."
"How so?" I asked. I put my hand on the back of her knees and pushed her legs even more back to get a better view of the area between her thighs.
"I...I...," she stuttered. "I haven't shaved in a while."
"That's okay. I don't care."
"That's not okay. I am quite hairy down there."
I reached for her hands again and tried to move them away, but she didn't let me. I was getting quite comfortable with the whole situation. I grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders. I then leaned forward a little to make her legs move back some, I opened her thighs more, and I started to rub my dick on the back of her hands that were covering her pussy.
Her reaction to the feel of my cock on her hands, and maybe to the drops of my precum on her skin, was quick. She pulled them away as if an electric charge had hit her. She stopped covering her pussy with them and put them on her face to cover her eyes from me. She didn't want to face me as I looked at her private areas.
She was hairy, but it wasn't that bad. That was my first view of a pussy in my entire life. This wasn't just any pussy. This was the pussy that I had come out of. This pussy was my home. It belonged to me. I reached down and ran my fingers through her pubic hair.
She was covering her whole face with her hands and was shaking it left to right and right to left, not wanting to face me still. I pushed her thighs back a little more, which pushed her pelvic area up further. I then reached with both of my hands and grabbed her pussy lips with them to spread them open and look inside as far as I could. I saw the reddish area. I saw the hole. I saw her clitoris. I saw the area between her pussy and anus. I saw her anus throbbing.
I smiled and said, "This looks very nice. You can stop hiding your face."
"No, I can't. I feel so embarrassed."
I reached for her hand with mine and she let me pull them away from her face. I told her, "Look at me."
She wouldn't look at me, trying to avoid my gaze.
"Come one, now look at me."
Eventually, after a bit more prodding, she did.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are a beautiful woman, with beautiful breasts, and with a very beautiful phuddi."
She made a mock shock expression with her mouth. "I can't believe you used that word."
I smiled, again. "What word do you want me to use? You used the word chode. I am using the word phuddi. Isn't that what it is about? I am going to chode your phuddi with my lunn, am I not?"
"You know that I am your mother, and you are my son. A son is not supposed to chode his mother."
"You are right. I am not supposed to chode my own mother, that much is true."
I then reached around her legs with my arms, grabbed her shoulders with my hands, and positioned myself where I could have just the right angle to enter her. Then I asked her, "Now, reach down and put my lunn right in the middle of your phuddi."
"God, that sound so bad, so naughty."
"Yes, now do it."
She reached down with her hands and grabbed my dick, she then lowered it right between her thighs, rubbed my head along the length of her pussy, up and down, and then felt her hole with my tip, she pressed it down a little so I could push forward and anchor myself in just the right place. She then moved herself around to be in the right position to receive me, put her own hands on my shoulders, and waited for me to push in.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
She squirmed a little to improve her position, and then said, "I am ready."
I grabbed her shoulders tight, as she grabbed my shoulders tight. I pushed forward a little, she pushed back a little. I held myself against her and applied a little more pressure with my buttocks. I felt her open for me, as my cock made its way down. My dick stretched her cunt, and I felt my head slide in, as she closed around it.
It was an incredible feeling to be inside her wet and warm pussy. I couldn't help but utter a deep moan as my dick slid further inside her. She quivered as she felt me enter her phuddi and slide further down with my lunn. Slowly I moved inside her, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt in her vagina.
She had her eyes closed, as she was trying to take in the incredible feelings that our union brought to us. I asked her, "Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "Yes, I am okay."
Then she put her hands on my chest, rubbed them around a little, and asked me, "How do you feel?"
"I feel incredible. There is so much pleasure in your body for me that I am overwhelmed."
I started to pull myself out until I was completely out. She was startled. "Why, what happened? Why you pulled out?"
"Nothing happened. I just love the feeling when I enter you. I want to experience it again."
"Oh, okay." She fumbled between her legs to grab my dick again and put it on her pussy.
I repeated our action. I entered her slowly, with a deep moan that was coming from my gut. "This is the most amazing feelings that I get when I enter you. As your body opens and my head enters you, there is a tremendous rush of pleasure that just overtakes all of my senses."
"Good," she said as she reached for my face and caressed my cheeks. "You look so handsome. I am glad that you are getting so much from this."
I pulled myself out again. I had heard of the proper position to make love to a woman from others and I decided to get into that position. I stretched my legs backward, positioned myself on top of her, put my arms around her thighs, pushed her calves over my shoulders, and my cock hovering over her pussy. She frantically fumbled around to get my dick in position again to guide me in, and I pushed myself into her quickly. Once I was completely inside, I lowered my body on top of her, my chest making contact with her breasts, my face next to her face, and our breaths mixing together.
I started to pull out until I was almost out and then pushed back in. I started to pump into her slowly, gently, and passionately. I was enjoying every moment of fucking my mom. She was enjoying it as well, as I could hear the same kind of moans coming out of her as the ones that were coming out of me. We were both lost in an amazing dance of making love, and having sex, and fucking each other.
She was the first one to come. I felt her body tense. I felt her grip on my shoulders increase. I felt her thrust harder against me as she tried to direct my penis into the right spot, and then I felt her explode around my dick. I felt the spray of her fluids over my shaft, and I heard her scream loudly, with a long moan, and the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat without any reservations.
That was also my cue, as I felt my own orgasm build to a crescendo, and my balls push my semen out through my lunn and deep into her phuddi. My thrusts became faster and more focused, as I fucked her at an increased pace. When I finally did come, I screamed my head off as this intense shock of pleasure ejaculated out of me and landed all the way into her uterus. She also joined my screams of pleasure as a second orgasm hit her body along with mine.
Her legs were still around my body as she wiped the perspiration off my forehead and my face, as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight for a long time, until I was able to focus on things around me. I kept myself inside her for as long as I could, until my cock softened completely and plopped out of her pussy.
I finally rolled off of her to the side and she quickly turned towards me and pressed herself into me. I held her tight against me, and shortly thereafter, we both fell asleep, exhausted from our first lovemaking session.