Update 02
"You sure," Prithvi asked again.
"Yeah, I've got my TV and you know how much I like smoke," he laughed.
"Okay, then."
"What about me," Ekta snorted.
"You. You want to go spend the afternoon watching football?"
"No, but you don't have to ignore me," she growled.
"Oh, we are in a grouchy mood, aren't we," he snickered.
"Yeah, that's right," she frowned.
There was an icy silence the rest of the way home...
After they arrived home, Ajay heard his father tell Ekta that he would be back around five o'clock. Smiling to himself, he went to his room and took a shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he waited until he heard his father leave.
Then digging his mother's panties out of his pants pocket, he strolled down to his mother's room.
Stepping into her room, he saw that it was empty. Going downstairs saw his mother sitting on the couch in her yellow bikini
"Going to spa?" he asked, walking up to where she was sitting.
"Yes," she said tersely.
"Here, I thought you might like these back," he said, handing her, her panties.
"Yes, I do," she shot back.
"Why couldn't you promise not to tell anyone about what we did?" she asked him, grabbing the panties out of his hand.
"I will," he grinned, sitting down beside her. "But first I want you to tell me something."
"What?"
"I want you to tell me that you will be...be my...my lover," he hesitantly told her.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"No," he scowled. "I just want us to be like we were last night."
"We can't," she frowned. "That's impossible. We can't ever do that again."
"Why not?"
"It's fucking incest for one thing," she growled. "It's just wrong. I'm your mother, not your lover. I'm married to your Dad...and even if you weren't my son...screwing you would be adultery. There are just so many things wrong with it...it's too crazy to even think about it."
"But, but we've already done it," he continued, "and, and you said it was wonderful."
"I know...I know...but...but that was before I knew it was you," she said.
"And, and you, you came five times," he charged on. "Five times. That's probably a record or something for you... You must have liked it a lot."
"I know, damn it," she cursed. "But it was all a horrible mistake. I'm sorry I did it. And I wish I could take it all back."
"But you can't," he angrily muttered, "and I don't care what you say, it was the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me."
"You just don't get it," she whined. "It was more than just fucking. It was incest. A mother and her son should never, never do that kind of thing."
"I hope that Dad understands it was just a mistake," he frowned.
"What? What did you say?" she sputtered.
"I said that I hope that Dad understands that it was just a mistake," he smiled icily. "But if I embellish it a little, he might not think it really was a mistake after all."
"You wouldn't. You couldn't do that," she gasped, staring back at him in shock.
"Like I said," he went on, "I will promise to never tell anyone. All you have to do is be...be my lover. And it'll just be our little secret and no one will ever be the wiser."
"Just be your lover. You make it sound so trivial, so mundane, like it's something everyone does every day," she complained. "Maybe...maybe...I'll just confess to him and explain how it was all just a tragic mistake. Maybe he'll understand and forgive me."
"It's your decision. But he'll have to hear my side of the story, too," he grinned sarcastically. "Embellishments and all. Maybe he'll believe you, maybe he won't. It's an awful lot to risk, don't you think. Especially, since the cost of my silence is just a little pussy, every now and again. It's not like you don't have enough to go around."
"You little bastard," she cursed. "You little bastard. Why I ought to get a gun and shoot you."
"Uh...I think mur*er is a little higher on the crime list than incest," he mocked her.
"Damn...damn...damn," she cursed again.
"What can it hurt?" he asked her. "We've already done it. So doing it again won't make it any worse, will it?"
"Yes, it will," she exclaimed. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation. I can't do it."
"Too bad," he muttered, standing up and untying the towel that was wrapped around his waist.
Jerking the towel off, he let his eight-inch, fully erect cock spring into view.
" Ajay," his mother shrieked, staring straight at his twitching prick. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Look at it, Mom," he snarled, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the big, thick cock. "Look at what you had in your mouth and in between your beautiful legs this morning. You liked it then."
"Oh, for God's sake, Ajay. Cover it up. Please," she whined, but kept her eyes focused on it.
"Do you really want me to tell Dad?"
"No. Please don't do that."
"Well, then," he muttered flopping back down onto the couch beside her.
"This is so wrong," she whimpered. "I just wanted to have some fun with your father. Maybe I did have a little too much to drink. And I made a tragic mistake, but I shouldn't be punished this way."
"You had fun last night," he said, running his hand down her thigh, "Why can't you have fun now?"
"Because I'll know it's you...this time," she shouted.
"Then pretend that I'm Dad," he muttered.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned.
"Yeah, let's," he grinned, lifting his hand up to her breast.
" Ajay, don't do that," she whined.
"You have such pretty tits," he said, pushing the cup of her bikini top off away from her tit. "So soft and so big and so beautiful."
She looked over at him with a strange look of resignation on her face as he fondled her breast.
"Do you really think that this is right?" she asked him as he tweaked her big, knobby nipple.
"Yes, I think it is. It was so awesome last night," he charged in, sensing victory was within reach, "It can be that way every time."
She reached up and tried to dislodge his hand from her breast, but he held on tightly.
"If...if I say yes...and I say if," she muttered, "you'll promise to never, ever tell anyone about it."
"If you say you'll do it, I promise to never, ever tell anyone about it."
"And you want to do it," she frowned, "even knowing that I don't want to do it."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but I want to do it to you more than anything. It was just so, so fucking awesome. I've never felt anything like it in my whole life."
"How could I let myself get into the predicament?" she complained.
"Come on, Mom," he said, letting go of her tit and sliding off the couch onto his knees. "I'll make you feel so good."
Then, he reached out, digging his fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottom and jerked it down her long, lovely legs.
" Ajay," she whined, "not yet, please."
"But I want you to want it, too," he fussed, slipping her bikini bottom down off over her dainty feet and tossing it aside.
She sat there, staring down at him, one tit hidden under the cup of her bikini top, the other one hanging out and with nothing on from the waist down.
Looking down at his mother's shaven pussy, he felt a charge fire off through his cock. His mother's pussy. He could scarcely breath as he reached out and wrapped his hands around her knees. Slowly, he began to push her legs apart.
For several seconds, she fought back, trying to hold her legs together. Then second by second, he felt her slowly relax as the gap between her legs grew wider and wider.
Then, at last, her legs were spread wide apart and the fleshy hole between them was exposed.
"You have such a pretty pussy," he blubbered.
She didn't move. She just sat there watching him with her big, blue eyes.
Slowly, he leaned down and lovingly kissed his way up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. Pushing her legs wider apart as his lips got closer and closer to the opening of her femininity, he could feel the tension melting out of her legs.
Now his lips were approaching the meaty core of her pussy. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he savored the sensual fragrance of her musky estrous. Sticking out his tongue, he tickled the delicate folds of flesh edging the exotic, mysterious opening of his mother's secrecy.
Dipping the tip of his probing tongue down into the wet warmth of her pussy, Ajay savored the piquant flavor of her pussy-juice. Licking his way up from the deep mystery of her womanhood, he found her clit hiding in its fleshy, little pocket. Pushing and probing with his tongue, he pushed the meaty covering back away from it and began to tease and tickle it with the tip of his tongue.
Looking up at his mother as he flicked his tongue back and forth across her exposed clitoris, he saw that she was resting her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was not offering any semblance of resistance.
Eagerly licking and lapping at his mother's vulnerable womanhood, Ajay reveled in the sheer wickedness of what he was doing. He was eating his mother's beautiful pussy. He was eating her out and she was not trying to stop him. Happy New Year, he told himself.
Then, he felt his mother's hands on the back of his head as she gently dug her fingernails down into his scalp. Sucking and pulling on her wobbly little clit, he could feel her push herself up into his mouth at the same time she lazily pushed his mouth down onto her pussy. Oh, boy, he shouted to himself. She likes it. She likes me eating her pussy. It's going to work. We're going to be lovers. Fucking A.
Now he could hear her making soft, mewing sounds as she gently humped her pussy up at his mouth. Hungrily, he devoured her jutting, little clit, licking and nibbling at it with his lips and tongue.
As he did, he could feel his mother's muscles tightening.
"Yes...yes...do it...do it...make...make...me...make me come," she whispered, raking her hot pussy up and down, coating his face with her hot juices.
Attacking the little knot of nerves with a vengeance, he tongued her clit as he felt her slipping closer and closer to an orgasm.
All at once, she groaned and began to roughly hump her pussy into his face.
"Oh...God...oh...Godddddd," she gurgled out.
Keeping his lips locked around her clit, he let her ride out her storm, as he feverishly tongued her
Finally, he felt her whole body go limp and melt back down onto the couch.
Slowly, he lifted his juice-coated lips up away from her wet cunt. As he did, a trickle of her pussy-juice oozed out of the sopping channel of her cunt and ran down onto the couch.
"That, that was good," she tiredly smiled at him.
"See, I told you it would be."
"I know," she murmured, "but it's so wrong."
"How can it be wrong," he said, "if it makes you feel so good?"
"It just is," she grumbled as he stood up. "It just is."
Then, she slowly slid off the couch onto her knees in front of him.
Leaning forward, she gently sucked the head of his monster into her mouth. Sucking and pulling on it with her lips, she held onto her tits, squeezing and rubbing them.
"God, Mother, that feels so fucking good," he groaned out.
Sucking half of his eight-inch prick into her mouth, she stopped rubbing her tits and brought her hands to his cock. Gently cupping his big, dangling balls, she lightly sucked his cock as she teased it with her hot tongue.
The excitement of his mother sucking on his cock was making Ajay giddy. Staring down incredulously, he watched her soft, pink lips leisurely sliding back and forth on the big, blue-veined shaft of his giant dick. Squeezing and delicately pulling on his big balls, it seemed as if she were trying to coax them to empty their load.
Would she let him come in her mouth, he feverishly wondered as he began to slowly work his hips back and forth. He was fucking his mother's hot mouth, he groaned to himself as he felt the fireball of hot cum inside his balls getting ready to explode.
As he fucked her face, she began to suck harder and harder.
"Oh...oh...oh...Mother...Mother...I'm...I'mmmmm...gonna...gonna...gonna come," he panted, reaching down and grabbing her head between his hands.
Grabbing hold of her head, he worked it back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her hot, sucking mouth.
Then suddenly, his penis bucked and spewed a mouthful of his thick, creamy jism into her mouth.
"God...coming...coming in your mouth," he blabbered out as his dick kicked again and spurted out another thick wad of cum into her mouth.
As it did, he saw her swallow. She was swallowing his fucking cum. Drinking it down her throat. Then another explosion rocked his prick and it pumped out another mouthful of hot, steamy semen as his mother sucked it down.
Ajay was ecstatic, watching his mother suck the cum out of his balls and swallow it down. He had never seen anything so wickedly erotic in his whole life.
Finally, his cock gave one last lurch, trickling out the last of his creamy load into his mother's mouth.
"Fuck," Ajay grunted, slowly backing his cock out from between his mother's cum-coated lips.
"This is so bad," she said, running her tongue over her lips, licking up the cum that had escaped while she had been sucking on him. "So bad."
"But it feels so good," he groaned, flopping down onto the couch. "So good..."
"Come on," she said, getting to her feet and extending her hand down to him.
"What?"
"Come on. Didn't you say you wanted to go to bed with me?" she asked, pulling him up off the couch.
"Yeah. Okay," he grinned.
Tugging him along, she headed straight for her bedroom. Ajay tagged along behind enjoying the view of her delightful ass as it jiggled and shook.
"You've got a great ass, Mom," appreciatively told her.
"Thank you," she tersely said.
"And killer tits, too," he remarked.
They walked into her bedroom and she flopped down onto the bed.
"Well, how do you want to do it?" she asked him, running her hand down and fingering her clitoris.
"Uh...uh...can...can I...I do you from...from behind?"
"I guess...if that's what you want," she told him.
"Yeah, I've got my TV and you know how much I like smoke," he laughed.
"Okay, then."
"What about me," Ekta snorted.
"You. You want to go spend the afternoon watching football?"
"No, but you don't have to ignore me," she growled.
"Oh, we are in a grouchy mood, aren't we," he snickered.
"Yeah, that's right," she frowned.
There was an icy silence the rest of the way home...
After they arrived home, Ajay heard his father tell Ekta that he would be back around five o'clock. Smiling to himself, he went to his room and took a shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he waited until he heard his father leave.
Then digging his mother's panties out of his pants pocket, he strolled down to his mother's room.
Stepping into her room, he saw that it was empty. Going downstairs saw his mother sitting on the couch in her yellow bikini
"Going to spa?" he asked, walking up to where she was sitting.
"Yes," she said tersely.
"Here, I thought you might like these back," he said, handing her, her panties.
"Yes, I do," she shot back.
"Why couldn't you promise not to tell anyone about what we did?" she asked him, grabbing the panties out of his hand.
"I will," he grinned, sitting down beside her. "But first I want you to tell me something."
"What?"
"I want you to tell me that you will be...be my...my lover," he hesitantly told her.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"No," he scowled. "I just want us to be like we were last night."
"We can't," she frowned. "That's impossible. We can't ever do that again."
"Why not?"
"It's fucking incest for one thing," she growled. "It's just wrong. I'm your mother, not your lover. I'm married to your Dad...and even if you weren't my son...screwing you would be adultery. There are just so many things wrong with it...it's too crazy to even think about it."
"But, but we've already done it," he continued, "and, and you said it was wonderful."
"I know...I know...but...but that was before I knew it was you," she said.
"And, and you, you came five times," he charged on. "Five times. That's probably a record or something for you... You must have liked it a lot."
"I know, damn it," she cursed. "But it was all a horrible mistake. I'm sorry I did it. And I wish I could take it all back."
"But you can't," he angrily muttered, "and I don't care what you say, it was the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me."
"You just don't get it," she whined. "It was more than just fucking. It was incest. A mother and her son should never, never do that kind of thing."
"I hope that Dad understands it was just a mistake," he frowned.
"What? What did you say?" she sputtered.
"I said that I hope that Dad understands that it was just a mistake," he smiled icily. "But if I embellish it a little, he might not think it really was a mistake after all."
"You wouldn't. You couldn't do that," she gasped, staring back at him in shock.
"Like I said," he went on, "I will promise to never tell anyone. All you have to do is be...be my lover. And it'll just be our little secret and no one will ever be the wiser."
"Just be your lover. You make it sound so trivial, so mundane, like it's something everyone does every day," she complained. "Maybe...maybe...I'll just confess to him and explain how it was all just a tragic mistake. Maybe he'll understand and forgive me."
"It's your decision. But he'll have to hear my side of the story, too," he grinned sarcastically. "Embellishments and all. Maybe he'll believe you, maybe he won't. It's an awful lot to risk, don't you think. Especially, since the cost of my silence is just a little pussy, every now and again. It's not like you don't have enough to go around."
"You little bastard," she cursed. "You little bastard. Why I ought to get a gun and shoot you."
"Uh...I think mur*er is a little higher on the crime list than incest," he mocked her.
"Damn...damn...damn," she cursed again.
"What can it hurt?" he asked her. "We've already done it. So doing it again won't make it any worse, will it?"
"Yes, it will," she exclaimed. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation. I can't do it."
"Too bad," he muttered, standing up and untying the towel that was wrapped around his waist.
Jerking the towel off, he let his eight-inch, fully erect cock spring into view.
" Ajay," his mother shrieked, staring straight at his twitching prick. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Look at it, Mom," he snarled, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the big, thick cock. "Look at what you had in your mouth and in between your beautiful legs this morning. You liked it then."
"Oh, for God's sake, Ajay. Cover it up. Please," she whined, but kept her eyes focused on it.
"Do you really want me to tell Dad?"
"No. Please don't do that."
"Well, then," he muttered flopping back down onto the couch beside her.
"This is so wrong," she whimpered. "I just wanted to have some fun with your father. Maybe I did have a little too much to drink. And I made a tragic mistake, but I shouldn't be punished this way."
"You had fun last night," he said, running his hand down her thigh, "Why can't you have fun now?"
"Because I'll know it's you...this time," she shouted.
"Then pretend that I'm Dad," he muttered.
"Oh, fuck," she groaned.
"Yeah, let's," he grinned, lifting his hand up to her breast.
" Ajay, don't do that," she whined.
"You have such pretty tits," he said, pushing the cup of her bikini top off away from her tit. "So soft and so big and so beautiful."
She looked over at him with a strange look of resignation on her face as he fondled her breast.
"Do you really think that this is right?" she asked him as he tweaked her big, knobby nipple.
"Yes, I think it is. It was so awesome last night," he charged in, sensing victory was within reach, "It can be that way every time."
She reached up and tried to dislodge his hand from her breast, but he held on tightly.
"If...if I say yes...and I say if," she muttered, "you'll promise to never, ever tell anyone about it."
"If you say you'll do it, I promise to never, ever tell anyone about it."
"And you want to do it," she frowned, "even knowing that I don't want to do it."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but I want to do it to you more than anything. It was just so, so fucking awesome. I've never felt anything like it in my whole life."
"How could I let myself get into the predicament?" she complained.
"Come on, Mom," he said, letting go of her tit and sliding off the couch onto his knees. "I'll make you feel so good."
Then, he reached out, digging his fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottom and jerked it down her long, lovely legs.
" Ajay," she whined, "not yet, please."
"But I want you to want it, too," he fussed, slipping her bikini bottom down off over her dainty feet and tossing it aside.
She sat there, staring down at him, one tit hidden under the cup of her bikini top, the other one hanging out and with nothing on from the waist down.
Looking down at his mother's shaven pussy, he felt a charge fire off through his cock. His mother's pussy. He could scarcely breath as he reached out and wrapped his hands around her knees. Slowly, he began to push her legs apart.
For several seconds, she fought back, trying to hold her legs together. Then second by second, he felt her slowly relax as the gap between her legs grew wider and wider.
Then, at last, her legs were spread wide apart and the fleshy hole between them was exposed.
"You have such a pretty pussy," he blubbered.
She didn't move. She just sat there watching him with her big, blue eyes.
Slowly, he leaned down and lovingly kissed his way up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. Pushing her legs wider apart as his lips got closer and closer to the opening of her femininity, he could feel the tension melting out of her legs.
Now his lips were approaching the meaty core of her pussy. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he savored the sensual fragrance of her musky estrous. Sticking out his tongue, he tickled the delicate folds of flesh edging the exotic, mysterious opening of his mother's secrecy.
Dipping the tip of his probing tongue down into the wet warmth of her pussy, Ajay savored the piquant flavor of her pussy-juice. Licking his way up from the deep mystery of her womanhood, he found her clit hiding in its fleshy, little pocket. Pushing and probing with his tongue, he pushed the meaty covering back away from it and began to tease and tickle it with the tip of his tongue.
Looking up at his mother as he flicked his tongue back and forth across her exposed clitoris, he saw that she was resting her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was not offering any semblance of resistance.
Eagerly licking and lapping at his mother's vulnerable womanhood, Ajay reveled in the sheer wickedness of what he was doing. He was eating his mother's beautiful pussy. He was eating her out and she was not trying to stop him. Happy New Year, he told himself.
Then, he felt his mother's hands on the back of his head as she gently dug her fingernails down into his scalp. Sucking and pulling on her wobbly little clit, he could feel her push herself up into his mouth at the same time she lazily pushed his mouth down onto her pussy. Oh, boy, he shouted to himself. She likes it. She likes me eating her pussy. It's going to work. We're going to be lovers. Fucking A.
Now he could hear her making soft, mewing sounds as she gently humped her pussy up at his mouth. Hungrily, he devoured her jutting, little clit, licking and nibbling at it with his lips and tongue.
As he did, he could feel his mother's muscles tightening.
"Yes...yes...do it...do it...make...make...me...make me come," she whispered, raking her hot pussy up and down, coating his face with her hot juices.
Attacking the little knot of nerves with a vengeance, he tongued her clit as he felt her slipping closer and closer to an orgasm.
All at once, she groaned and began to roughly hump her pussy into his face.
"Oh...God...oh...Godddddd," she gurgled out.
Keeping his lips locked around her clit, he let her ride out her storm, as he feverishly tongued her
Finally, he felt her whole body go limp and melt back down onto the couch.
Slowly, he lifted his juice-coated lips up away from her wet cunt. As he did, a trickle of her pussy-juice oozed out of the sopping channel of her cunt and ran down onto the couch.
"That, that was good," she tiredly smiled at him.
"See, I told you it would be."
"I know," she murmured, "but it's so wrong."
"How can it be wrong," he said, "if it makes you feel so good?"
"It just is," she grumbled as he stood up. "It just is."
Then, she slowly slid off the couch onto her knees in front of him.
Leaning forward, she gently sucked the head of his monster into her mouth. Sucking and pulling on it with her lips, she held onto her tits, squeezing and rubbing them.
"God, Mother, that feels so fucking good," he groaned out.
Sucking half of his eight-inch prick into her mouth, she stopped rubbing her tits and brought her hands to his cock. Gently cupping his big, dangling balls, she lightly sucked his cock as she teased it with her hot tongue.
The excitement of his mother sucking on his cock was making Ajay giddy. Staring down incredulously, he watched her soft, pink lips leisurely sliding back and forth on the big, blue-veined shaft of his giant dick. Squeezing and delicately pulling on his big balls, it seemed as if she were trying to coax them to empty their load.
Would she let him come in her mouth, he feverishly wondered as he began to slowly work his hips back and forth. He was fucking his mother's hot mouth, he groaned to himself as he felt the fireball of hot cum inside his balls getting ready to explode.
As he fucked her face, she began to suck harder and harder.
"Oh...oh...oh...Mother...Mother...I'm...I'mmmmm...gonna...gonna...gonna come," he panted, reaching down and grabbing her head between his hands.
Grabbing hold of her head, he worked it back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her hot, sucking mouth.
Then suddenly, his penis bucked and spewed a mouthful of his thick, creamy jism into her mouth.
"God...coming...coming in your mouth," he blabbered out as his dick kicked again and spurted out another thick wad of cum into her mouth.
As it did, he saw her swallow. She was swallowing his fucking cum. Drinking it down her throat. Then another explosion rocked his prick and it pumped out another mouthful of hot, steamy semen as his mother sucked it down.
Ajay was ecstatic, watching his mother suck the cum out of his balls and swallow it down. He had never seen anything so wickedly erotic in his whole life.
Finally, his cock gave one last lurch, trickling out the last of his creamy load into his mother's mouth.
"Fuck," Ajay grunted, slowly backing his cock out from between his mother's cum-coated lips.
"This is so bad," she said, running her tongue over her lips, licking up the cum that had escaped while she had been sucking on him. "So bad."
"But it feels so good," he groaned, flopping down onto the couch. "So good..."
"Come on," she said, getting to her feet and extending her hand down to him.
"What?"
"Come on. Didn't you say you wanted to go to bed with me?" she asked, pulling him up off the couch.
"Yeah. Okay," he grinned.
Tugging him along, she headed straight for her bedroom. Ajay tagged along behind enjoying the view of her delightful ass as it jiggled and shook.
"You've got a great ass, Mom," appreciatively told her.
"Thank you," she tersely said.
"And killer tits, too," he remarked.
They walked into her bedroom and she flopped down onto the bed.
"Well, how do you want to do it?" she asked him, running her hand down and fingering her clitoris.
"Uh...uh...can...can I...I do you from...from behind?"
"I guess...if that's what you want," she told him.
