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We lay like that for a while until I made sure the children were sound asleep. Then I gave up and went back to my room. My cock was still hard as a rock.
I heard the door to amma's room open. She was back!
I heard her approach the bed. Then she did something that blew my mind! I heard her raise her nightie. I distinctly heard the sound of her unhooking her bra. She lay down on the bed. My amma was lying next to me. She was ready for me!
She did not stop me when I turned and placed my hands on her pussy mound. I felt the dried juices there. My cock was instantly ready and erect. I rose and placed my dick at the entrance of her cunt and pushed.
God in heaven! She was so warm and smooth and velvety. My cock slid into her effortlessly. She gasped and covered her face with her arm once more.
I fucked her for a very long time. I didn't think she reached her climax. But when I could not control myself any longer, I plunged into her hard, very hard. Harder with each of my remaining strokes. She gasped at the force of my thrusts and finally she removed her arm from her face and grabbed each of my forearms for support. She parted her thighs a little more to help me get a good position.
I was grunting and groaning by this time. As I reached my climax, I called out to her, repeatedly. "Amma, amma, amma, ah.ah..aiyoh..so..so good..I am commmming..her..ahhhh oooh!"
She was still as my cock erupted in her. Her eyes were closed but I knew we both could sense my cock pulsating against the wall of her cunt. She moaned a soft "aaahhhhh" as she felt my cum landing inside her. Her warm, moist flesh held and released my thick cock as I emptied my balls into amma's womb.
She gasped as I rolled off her. Later, she put her nightie back on and turned away from me and went to sleep as if nothing had happened. I had a hard on once again, but I dozed off softly fondling my balls and dick.
I woke to sounds coming from the bathroom. Amma was already up and getting ready. The asshole that I am, I had an early morning hard-on forming. Amma got out of the bathroom and walked to the door. I quickly jumped and ran to her. I was naked and she was shocked.
"Aiyoh, Raja, what, wait! Put some clothes on!" she hissed.
I put my arms around her. She pushed me away, saying "Uff. You are dirty. I already bathed. Get away! The boys will be awake. I have to go..."
I grabbed her arm with one hand, and my hard dick with my other hand and put her palm on it.
"Chee-Cheee!" she gasped, and tried to pull her hand away, but I did not relent.
As I brought her hand to my dick, she relented and opened her palm and encircled my thick cock. She gasped as she realized the heat, thickness and length of my distended member. She pressed and kept her hand still for a few moments and then she surprised me by stroking it.
I gasped in pleasure, as she started slowly. Her hand moved smoothly over the hard muscle. The skin was tight and taut. "Ahhhh, amma, ooooh, so good!"
After a minute, her fingers stopped on my dick head. She paused and felt around the tip with her fingers. Her thumb and forefinger played on the shiny, soft, tight skin on the mushroom head. Then her palm went under my dick and she felt the thick vein. She whispered, "Aiyoh, mmmm," very softly.
It was so pleasurable. I sighed.
I moved her hand and she reluctantly allowed me to take it to my balls. But I didn't have to tell her what to do. Her fingers felt for my balls and she spun each of my testicles on her fingers. Moans of pleasure escaped my mouth and amma pressed my balls.
I took her hand away and pressed the underside of my cock against her thigh and ground it up and down. I groped and felt the hard muscles of her ass cheeks with one hand, and pressed her tits with the other. She groaned and said,"Enough, Raja, Enough". But it wasn't enough for me. I released her and knelt behind her and nuzzled my nose and mouth on her ass and rode my face up her ass-crack.
"Aiyoh..dirty bugger," she whispered. I mumbled, "Amma, so nice, mmmmm"
I could hold it no longer. I pumped my dick and she glanced back for an instant to see what I was doing. When she realized I was jerking off, she softly said, "Filthy, dirty, bad.." But I was already there. I groaned as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my cock and landed on the floor and wall. I pressed myself against amma as I ejaculated.
She waited till I was done and wrested herself from my grasp and was gone in a second.
The next few weeks were very hectic. Appa came back with some relatives to help us out at the store and there were a lot of people at home at all times and I could hardly get a word to amma. She too kept her distance from me, making sure that I do not make any untoward advances or signs at her to arouse suspicion. Not that anyone would think that amma and I slept together, but I stayed away as well.
After a couple of weeks, appa had me go to the city to manage the receipt of goods from the wholesale merchant and it took me away from home for a few days.
I did the required work, but the horny bastard that I was, I took the opportunity to help myself to some local delicacies. The pimp that I encountered was not in the least surprised when I asked for an older woman. Early one evening, he took me around the marketplace and showed me his wares - the fruit seller woman, a nurse at a local doctor's office, the saleswoman at a hosiery store etc.
I fucked these elderly women but all I was thinking was amma. I was calling out "Amma, amma, amma" as I ejaculated in their cunts, mouth and ass. I wanted to do to amma what I was doing with these whores.
One afternoon, about a month after my first session with amma, I found myself at home fixing a faulty ceiling fan, and the only other people in the house were amma, a maid called Ganga, and myself.
Amma called out to our maid, "Hey, Ganga. Please go to the market and get some tomatoes and onions. We ran out of them and I need it for the party tonight. Friends are coming to meet us."
I jumped at the opportunity to have some time alone with my mother. I also chimed in, "Ganga, I also need something from the hardware store and the stationery place. Can you get these things?" and I gave her a big list. That would have kept her out of the house for at least an hour if not more. That was ample time. Amma looked at me quizzically for a few seconds, but she knew what I had in mind and her eyes grew wide and her face flushed.
"Aiyoh. No! Not now. Not during the day!" Amma protested as I hugged her as soon as Ganga was out of the house. I did not want to force myself on her, but I got a feeling that she was not serious and her resolve was weakening. "I won't look, aiyoh, chee!" She said, and turned away from me.
The early afternoon sun shone brightly outside. The usual sounds of hustle and bustle of the town came in through the open window - the smells from the street and the voices of people and children and the horn of the buses and trucks and the tinkle of bicycles and the roar of motorcycles and scooters.
I moved amma away from the window. She bent down and placed her arms and head on the kitchen countertop and offered me her back. I crouched behind her and lifted her saree and petticoat. A glorious sight unfolded before me. Amma had an orange underwear on and it was stretched across her ass-cheeks. A thin line ran on her ass-crack and her panties were crunched into it. The line where her thighs met her buttocks was dark, darker than the surrounding area. The bulge at her crotch was visible through the gap between her thighs and I saw a few black hairs peeking out.
"No, please! Aiyoh!" She whispered.
My cock was rock hard on seeing her from behind. I first pulled down my shorts and my dick shot out and stood stiff as a flagpole, jutting at an angle. I then pulled down amma's panties, slowly.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned.
I put my hand out between her thighs and cupped her hairy pussy. She was already moist and wet. I probed and prodded with my middle finger and located the entrance to her cunt and inserted my finger. I finger fucked her with one hand, and with the other I caressed her smooth ass cheeks.
Fuck! My cock dribbled a little precum. I moved and placed the tip of my engorged penis at her pussy and pushed it.
"Hsssssssss, aaaaaahhhhhhh,ooooooohh," She hissed. But my cock was already up to the hilt inside her.
Groans and moans escaped from my mouth. I held her thick, fleshy hips and slammed into her. My torso rammed her ass cheeks, and her whole body vibrated and pulsed as we fucked.
"Aah, Raja, Raja..aaah!" she gasped. She reached back with one hand and grabbed my hips and pinched and squeezed as she grunted in tune with my thrusts.
"Aiyoh, amma, amma, so nice, so good, aaahh," I screamed softly.
I stopped and started. We fucked like this for a very long, long time. She managed to hold on to her position as I slid in and out of her. Her moans, grunts and groans were music to my ears. She grabbed my palm as I reached down and squeezed her tits. I then put my hand on her crotch and located her clit. It was hard, wet and warm, and she let out a little squeal as I rotated my fingers on it. I massaged her spot for a long time.
Suddenly, she became very still. I realized she was nearing her end. A long, winding moan escaped amma's lips, as I continued to fuck my her. Her whole body became stiff as a plank as her orgasm hit her. I stopped and waited until the waves passed. And then she let out another gasp and flopped back. Wow! I made her come. I gave her an orgasm!!
"Aiyoh, god, goddddddd," She gasped. "Ah..Raja, Raja, son, son!"
I was not done. I fucked and pummelled her furiously. I was nowhere near my end. Cream and juices seeped out of amma's cunt and onto my dick and floor.
"Amma, amma, amma, ah, ah, ah," I called out in glorious pleasure.
We heard a banging on the door!
It could only be Ganga. Back from her errands. She must have rung the bell, or knocked, but hearing no response, she had started banging the door!
"Coming, coming!!" I yelled. "One minute!"
"Aioh, Raja, enough, enough!" Amma pleaded and tried to straighten up. But I did not let her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and rammed her like I had not done before. I slammed harder, and harder. And she gasped and grunted, "ah, oh, oh, ah, ah!" with each of my thrusts.
With an almighty heave I plunged one final time into amma's cunt and I ejaculated into her. I counted one, two, three, four spurts. But I was not finished. I pulled out and fisted my slimy cock and stroked it. My next four spurts landed on amma's ass and back. Thick, white, creamy, cum landed on her bare skin and she cringed. "Ah, aiyoh, dirty....cheeee!"
I pulled up my pants and put on my T-shirt and walked to open the door for Ganga. Amma had quickly disappeared into her bedroom.
We were this way for the next few weeks. Trying to get some time together, now and then, in between the hustle and bustle of daily work and managing people and children at home. At times, we got together on consecutive days, some days more than once. Yes, I could not have enough of my amma. I wanted to be with her, inside her, cumming in her all the time. And at other times we went many days without being with each other.
In the beginning we had furious sex. I always initiated it, amma never did. She did not object but she played hard to get and complained each time to show me that she was joining me reluctantly, but I knew otherwise. She wanted it as much as I did. Her only condition was that we should not be facing each other, and that she would not be naked during our fuck sessions. Something about her not wanting me to see her having pleasure, I guessed. So we had doggy-style sex, standing up, with her still wearing her sari, petticoat, blouse and bra. Occasionally I would lie down and she would ride me, facing away. Amma's backside was fantastic. Her smooth ass-cheeks and hairless, dark ass crack was a sight to see. She would object loudly if I tried to move her dress and have a peek at her dark, puckered anus, but I did manage to see it once in a while. Fuck, life was good. Who wanted a wife? That was the farthest thing on my mind.
But some days we just lay on the bed and talked.
"Raja, I know about you and appa.." She started one day.
"About what, amma?"
"The days you all would go to the city for work, to see the warehouse. I know appa and you, also..."
I was quiet. I did not know that amma was aware.
"Why Raja, why? I know appa did it because..because.. He did...did not get it at home. But you? Weren't you happy with Radha? At least when she was here you could have..controlled, no?"
"Amma, you don't know the whole story. She..she really was..was not interested in...fucking.."
"Raja! Oof!"
"Yes, amma. She was not..she was always angry..I..I needed something else..at least someone..maybe I should have married that other girl..who knew. You know me, I need to..yeah.."
Amma was quiet for a while. "How was it..with other women.what were they like, young, old..?"
"Amma, it was just..just.. physical..just being with another woman for some time.. Naked, flesh on flesh..I did not think about anything else..but..it was good. Frankly, I could do anything and everything with the..girls...eh women."
"Dirty, filthy..chee. I hope you are not doing it now..after..after..we"
"No. Amma," I lied. "I don't need anything else.But..."
"No, no.. I will not do anything else! If that's what you mean.."
When It was my turn to ask her questions, I said, "Amma, how..how did you manage, when.. When you were young, when appa stopped, you know..sleeping with you?"
She slapped my hand, in mock anger, "Stop it! I just managed. What could I do? Ra*e him? Sleep with someone else? What? I...I..just..managed it.."
There were some other changes in amma as well. She had taken to going on long walks with her close friends and doing a little bit of yoga and light exercises. She started looking a little more radiant, and healthier. She became more alluring. Even appa noticing the changes and one day commented, "Ah, Meena, You are looking younger every day! You make me look old, very old!"
Appa informed us that there was going to be a big celebration for swami-ji's seventy-fifth birthday and we were all going. I knew amma was upset. She hated swami-ji and now appa wanted us to go and celebrate. Though appa had gone every year to visit swami-ji, amma and I had not seen him in five years. I sympathized with her, but we could not refuse. Appa had already made plans.
We made the trip by train and another short bus-ride took us to the hillside town that was swami's residence in the early evening. The whole place was gearing up for the week-long celebration. There was a festival atmosphere all around. The shops and houses were lit up with bright colorful lights. There were worship centers setup in many places and people were sitting and chanting prayers praising swami-ji and the gods to which he preached.
I could see amma was very worried. That night, before dinner, all the devotees were to meet with swami-ji in a large room in his ashram. I had thought nothing of this during our earlier trips ( I was much younger then). But this time around I noticed a lot of things that I had missed previously.
All the devotees had their eyes closed. Swami-ji blessed each of them by placing his hands on their heads as they approached and stood in front of him. But he had reserved his 'special' blessing for the women. His hands moved from their heads to their shoulders and down their arms and then rested briefly on their hips and waist. I could see that this really made some of the women uncomfortable, but like amma, they were helpless.
I noticed amma staring at me. When it came for her turn, I just pushed her away slightly and stood in front of swami. He was stunned to see me instead of amma, and that I had my eyes open and staring at hi,. He glared at me and amma with bloodshot eyes, but the moment passed and he went to the next devotee. Amma just smiled a slight smile and walked away.
We all slept after a sumptuous dinner. Very early next morning, devotees with privileges were to meet with the swami-ji for special prayers in the inner sanctum of his temple. We were, of course, included. What made this 'special' was that all those invited were to wear just one piece of saffron colored cloth. The men wore it around their waist like a 'dhoti', but the women, including amma, found it difficult to cover their modesty and entire body properly, how much they pulled and arranged the small piece of cloth around themselves. It left nothing to the imagination. Their big breasts, hips, waist and thighs were exposed, more or less. I couldn't help noticing these things. I had long since decided that I would not be coming to the Ashram ever again, and wanted to record the indecency and debauchery that was going on there.
Swami-ji's inner sanctum room was small, dark and damp and lit with hundreds of oil lamps and there were an equal number of lamps with incense burning that made the room smell like roses and jasmine. It was a head mix, and the aroma went straight to our heads and made all of us dizzy. I suspect that the swami-ji and his immediate disciples also added some intoxicating drugs that were meant to reduce our capacity to think clearly.
The humidity and heat from the lamps in the room made all of us sweat profusely. Perspiration covered our bare backs. The women suffered more than men. Rivulets of sweat rolled down their backs and a thick line of moisture formed a band on the cloth around their waist. As they moved and sat and stood, the line of sweat flowed down their backside and their ass-cheeks were clearly outlined. Their thick thighs strained against the cloth. Swamiji and his disciples in his innermost circle gaped and leered at the women. Swami smiled lecherously as his eyes roamed over the women's bodies. Amma and I exchanged glances and I knew she wanted to get out of there, desperately.
The swami-ji started his prayers. All the devotees had their eyes closed and their heads bent. As his disciples chanted along with him, swami-ji walked from one person to another and anointed that person with some sort of sacred oil. As usual, he spent a lot of time with the women. Touching their heads, applying oil on their bodies, their backs and arms. Some of the women endured this without complaining. Other women flinched at his touch.
Amma had enough. She stood up abruptly as swami-ji came to her. She glared at him in defiance and with a huff she turned and walked away. Swami and his disciples stood rooted to the spot, not being able to figure what to do next. I followed amma out of the room.
It was still early in the morning. The townsfolk were just waking up. People were gathering and proceeding in groups to the temple for swami-ji's viewing. Bells were being rung in the makeshift temples. People were blowing their bugles and trumpets and horns. Some people stared as amma walked past them very rapidly. I followed in hot pursuit.
She walked up the stairs. I followed her into her room. She turned around and stared at me.
Amma was completely drenched. The saffron cloth was stuck to her body and was completely transparent. All her curves were accentuated. Almost her entire lower body was uncovered. Her thick thighs glistened with her sweat. The slight bump at her belly was straining against the wet material. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples were hard and poked through. She fixed me with her stare, her eyes were wide and hot.
Through the open windows of the room, we could hear a throng of people forming below on the street. The voices of the people became stronger and stronger as more people joined. The clamor of temple bells, whistles, horns, bugles and trumpets became louder and louder.
Amma reached back and undid her hair. They fell in long, curly, oily, slick, wet tresses around her face and down her back. She did not take her eyes off mine.
As I gaped, she reached to her neck and undid the knot of her dress and ripped it off and threw it to the ground.
Amma stood naked in front of me! For the first time, I saw amma in all her natural glory.
Her beautiful, round tits, with dark areola and hard nipples. Her narrow waist, leading to wide, fleshy hips. Her deep, deep navel and the line of hair that ran from it to her pubes. Her beautiful, thick, hairy pubic hairs. Her thick, massive, muscled thighs.
She walked towards me, her eyes still fixed on mine. And she reached in and pulled my dhoti off my body and threw it down.
Down on the street, a hundred temple bells pealed in one after the other. Elephants roared and people screamed loudly for swami-ji to appear. The smoke of hundreds of sacred lamps held by the people wafted into the room. The room turned warm.
My cock sprung erect and swayed in the hot air between amma and me.
"Amma," I managed to scream softly.
She placed her palm under her breast and lifted it and offered it to me, and at the same time pulled my head down on to her distended nipple.
I covered her breast with my mouth. I tasted her sweat. I lapped her areola with my tongue. Her nipple was hard as a rock. She sighed, "Ahhh, Raja....". Then she grabbed my hair and directed my mouth to her other tit. I sucked and bit on her stone hard nipple.
My hand found her pussy mound. Her hair was wet with her sweat and juiced. I probed with my middle finger and it easily entered her cunt. I finger fucked amma. I sucked on her tits. She sighed and groaned with every stroke of my hand and called out my name, "My son, son, Raja, ah..ah...ah!"
The noise from the street below was unabated. People roared their prayers, directing it at the temple, imploring swami-ji to make an appearance.
I felt amma pressing my head downward. I pushed her towards a wall. I knelt down, and she parted her legs and pushed her torso forward, and my head towards her. I was ready. My tongue was out as I made contact with her pussy hairs. And I pressed my face into the thicket of curls and was rewarded with the sweat, pungent, slightly bitter taste of her juices. I lapped my amma's cunt, up and down, up and down. I reached her clit and I sucked like a puppy at its mother's teat. Her salty-sweet juices flowed into my mouth and I drank it without hesitation. The smell and aroma of her cunt was overpowering. I felt my cock dribble a few drops of pre-cum onto the cold floor.
"Aiyoh, Raja, Raajjjjaaaaaah, ahhh.. Ahhhh...aaaaaaah!" Amma squealed. She pressed my mouth to her cunt as I inserted my tongue into her opening and felt the smooth, silky, slimy walls of her pussy.
Suddenly, she pulled me off her and made me stand up. She looked at me. This time I could only see the naked desire and lust and urgency and want and the heat in her eyes.
Amma knelt in front of me. We could not stop staring at each other. From the corner of my eye I saw her open her mouth into an 'O'. I felt her hand on my cock, pulling me to her, gently. I pushed forward. And in an instant I had my thick, black, veiny, sweaty, smelly cock in her mouth.
She closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she mumbled.
I was dumbstruck! I screamed, "Ammmmmaaaaaa!". I had my dick in my mother's mouth!
I mouth fucked amma. Her spit lubricated my cock. Her hands held on to my hips, and then went around me and grabbed my ass cheeks. I could not hear anything else. The entire world was silent. My cock made swish-swish sloppy sounds as it slid in and out of her face. She continued to mumble something. Those were the only sounds, the only music my ears could hear.
I have had blowjobs from many, many women. My wife and whores. But nothing felt as glorious as having my cock sucked by amma! It was pure, indescribable pleasure. It was raw, animal and primal. I felt myself crouching as I held my amma's face lovingly as I slid my distended pole in and out of her. She still had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my muscled member on her tongue and lips and cheek.
Suddenly I was at my end. I was about to finish. I stopped and began to pull my dick out of her mouth.
But amma did not relent! She did not let go! Her fingers drove into the flesh of my buttocks and she held from.
I hissed, "Amma, I...am.. going..to....ahhhh!"
She still did not give up. She reached forward and grabbed my ass even more tightly. I was past my limit. I could not control myself.
I was about to ejaculate in my amma's mouth. "Amma..amma...ammaaaaaa" I screamed, loudly. Not caring if anyone heard or sounds.
Suddenly my ears were filled with sound. A lone temple bell rang out loudly, and before it stopped, another rang one peeled. And then another, and another, in a never ending stream of tempe bells. It went on and on and on.
I caught amma's hair and held her head steady and pumped my penis in and out of her mouth in a frenzy. I realized I was pumping in tune with the temple bells. I was groaning and grunting and so was she. I was like an animal possessed. I rammed furiously. She let go of my ass and held on to my hips. She let me punish and pummel her face. "Mmmm..ahhh..aaaaajjaaaaaa...aaah!"
Then the noise from the crows reached a new high. The roar rose in volume, louder and louder until it drowned all other noises. The only sound was the screams of the crowd. Higher and higher, a crescendo, and it flattened and maintained a steady, unimaginable, unending roar that went on almost forever. Swami-ji had made an appearance.
My cock erupted in my amma's mouth!
My engorged penis had never felt as thick as it did that day in her mouth. It pulsed like a taut guitar string as I emptied my balls. My cum rocketed out in long never ending spurts. I counted at least ten long streams entering her throat. My cock throbbed as my amma's lips still latched on to it.
"Aiyooooh, ammma, ammmmma!," I screamed in pleasure as I slid my cock from her mouth and we both slumped to the floor in a heap.
"Aiyoh, my son, my Raja..ahhhhh..my love..my son...," Amma whispered, as she turned to me and hugged me tightly.
I heard the door to amma's room open. She was back!
I heard her approach the bed. Then she did something that blew my mind! I heard her raise her nightie. I distinctly heard the sound of her unhooking her bra. She lay down on the bed. My amma was lying next to me. She was ready for me!
She did not stop me when I turned and placed my hands on her pussy mound. I felt the dried juices there. My cock was instantly ready and erect. I rose and placed my dick at the entrance of her cunt and pushed.
God in heaven! She was so warm and smooth and velvety. My cock slid into her effortlessly. She gasped and covered her face with her arm once more.
I fucked her for a very long time. I didn't think she reached her climax. But when I could not control myself any longer, I plunged into her hard, very hard. Harder with each of my remaining strokes. She gasped at the force of my thrusts and finally she removed her arm from her face and grabbed each of my forearms for support. She parted her thighs a little more to help me get a good position.
I was grunting and groaning by this time. As I reached my climax, I called out to her, repeatedly. "Amma, amma, amma, ah.ah..aiyoh..so..so good..I am commmming..her..ahhhh oooh!"
She was still as my cock erupted in her. Her eyes were closed but I knew we both could sense my cock pulsating against the wall of her cunt. She moaned a soft "aaahhhhh" as she felt my cum landing inside her. Her warm, moist flesh held and released my thick cock as I emptied my balls into amma's womb.
She gasped as I rolled off her. Later, she put her nightie back on and turned away from me and went to sleep as if nothing had happened. I had a hard on once again, but I dozed off softly fondling my balls and dick.
I woke to sounds coming from the bathroom. Amma was already up and getting ready. The asshole that I am, I had an early morning hard-on forming. Amma got out of the bathroom and walked to the door. I quickly jumped and ran to her. I was naked and she was shocked.
"Aiyoh, Raja, what, wait! Put some clothes on!" she hissed.
I put my arms around her. She pushed me away, saying "Uff. You are dirty. I already bathed. Get away! The boys will be awake. I have to go..."
I grabbed her arm with one hand, and my hard dick with my other hand and put her palm on it.
"Chee-Cheee!" she gasped, and tried to pull her hand away, but I did not relent.
As I brought her hand to my dick, she relented and opened her palm and encircled my thick cock. She gasped as she realized the heat, thickness and length of my distended member. She pressed and kept her hand still for a few moments and then she surprised me by stroking it.
I gasped in pleasure, as she started slowly. Her hand moved smoothly over the hard muscle. The skin was tight and taut. "Ahhhh, amma, ooooh, so good!"
After a minute, her fingers stopped on my dick head. She paused and felt around the tip with her fingers. Her thumb and forefinger played on the shiny, soft, tight skin on the mushroom head. Then her palm went under my dick and she felt the thick vein. She whispered, "Aiyoh, mmmm," very softly.
It was so pleasurable. I sighed.
I moved her hand and she reluctantly allowed me to take it to my balls. But I didn't have to tell her what to do. Her fingers felt for my balls and she spun each of my testicles on her fingers. Moans of pleasure escaped my mouth and amma pressed my balls.
I took her hand away and pressed the underside of my cock against her thigh and ground it up and down. I groped and felt the hard muscles of her ass cheeks with one hand, and pressed her tits with the other. She groaned and said,"Enough, Raja, Enough". But it wasn't enough for me. I released her and knelt behind her and nuzzled my nose and mouth on her ass and rode my face up her ass-crack.
"Aiyoh..dirty bugger," she whispered. I mumbled, "Amma, so nice, mmmmm"
I could hold it no longer. I pumped my dick and she glanced back for an instant to see what I was doing. When she realized I was jerking off, she softly said, "Filthy, dirty, bad.." But I was already there. I groaned as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my cock and landed on the floor and wall. I pressed myself against amma as I ejaculated.
She waited till I was done and wrested herself from my grasp and was gone in a second.
The next few weeks were very hectic. Appa came back with some relatives to help us out at the store and there were a lot of people at home at all times and I could hardly get a word to amma. She too kept her distance from me, making sure that I do not make any untoward advances or signs at her to arouse suspicion. Not that anyone would think that amma and I slept together, but I stayed away as well.
After a couple of weeks, appa had me go to the city to manage the receipt of goods from the wholesale merchant and it took me away from home for a few days.
I did the required work, but the horny bastard that I was, I took the opportunity to help myself to some local delicacies. The pimp that I encountered was not in the least surprised when I asked for an older woman. Early one evening, he took me around the marketplace and showed me his wares - the fruit seller woman, a nurse at a local doctor's office, the saleswoman at a hosiery store etc.
I fucked these elderly women but all I was thinking was amma. I was calling out "Amma, amma, amma" as I ejaculated in their cunts, mouth and ass. I wanted to do to amma what I was doing with these whores.
One afternoon, about a month after my first session with amma, I found myself at home fixing a faulty ceiling fan, and the only other people in the house were amma, a maid called Ganga, and myself.
Amma called out to our maid, "Hey, Ganga. Please go to the market and get some tomatoes and onions. We ran out of them and I need it for the party tonight. Friends are coming to meet us."
I jumped at the opportunity to have some time alone with my mother. I also chimed in, "Ganga, I also need something from the hardware store and the stationery place. Can you get these things?" and I gave her a big list. That would have kept her out of the house for at least an hour if not more. That was ample time. Amma looked at me quizzically for a few seconds, but she knew what I had in mind and her eyes grew wide and her face flushed.
"Aiyoh. No! Not now. Not during the day!" Amma protested as I hugged her as soon as Ganga was out of the house. I did not want to force myself on her, but I got a feeling that she was not serious and her resolve was weakening. "I won't look, aiyoh, chee!" She said, and turned away from me.
The early afternoon sun shone brightly outside. The usual sounds of hustle and bustle of the town came in through the open window - the smells from the street and the voices of people and children and the horn of the buses and trucks and the tinkle of bicycles and the roar of motorcycles and scooters.
I moved amma away from the window. She bent down and placed her arms and head on the kitchen countertop and offered me her back. I crouched behind her and lifted her saree and petticoat. A glorious sight unfolded before me. Amma had an orange underwear on and it was stretched across her ass-cheeks. A thin line ran on her ass-crack and her panties were crunched into it. The line where her thighs met her buttocks was dark, darker than the surrounding area. The bulge at her crotch was visible through the gap between her thighs and I saw a few black hairs peeking out.
"No, please! Aiyoh!" She whispered.
My cock was rock hard on seeing her from behind. I first pulled down my shorts and my dick shot out and stood stiff as a flagpole, jutting at an angle. I then pulled down amma's panties, slowly.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned.
I put my hand out between her thighs and cupped her hairy pussy. She was already moist and wet. I probed and prodded with my middle finger and located the entrance to her cunt and inserted my finger. I finger fucked her with one hand, and with the other I caressed her smooth ass cheeks.
Fuck! My cock dribbled a little precum. I moved and placed the tip of my engorged penis at her pussy and pushed it.
"Hsssssssss, aaaaaahhhhhhh,ooooooohh," She hissed. But my cock was already up to the hilt inside her.
Groans and moans escaped from my mouth. I held her thick, fleshy hips and slammed into her. My torso rammed her ass cheeks, and her whole body vibrated and pulsed as we fucked.
"Aah, Raja, Raja..aaah!" she gasped. She reached back with one hand and grabbed my hips and pinched and squeezed as she grunted in tune with my thrusts.
"Aiyoh, amma, amma, so nice, so good, aaahh," I screamed softly.
I stopped and started. We fucked like this for a very long, long time. She managed to hold on to her position as I slid in and out of her. Her moans, grunts and groans were music to my ears. She grabbed my palm as I reached down and squeezed her tits. I then put my hand on her crotch and located her clit. It was hard, wet and warm, and she let out a little squeal as I rotated my fingers on it. I massaged her spot for a long time.
Suddenly, she became very still. I realized she was nearing her end. A long, winding moan escaped amma's lips, as I continued to fuck my her. Her whole body became stiff as a plank as her orgasm hit her. I stopped and waited until the waves passed. And then she let out another gasp and flopped back. Wow! I made her come. I gave her an orgasm!!
"Aiyoh, god, goddddddd," She gasped. "Ah..Raja, Raja, son, son!"
I was not done. I fucked and pummelled her furiously. I was nowhere near my end. Cream and juices seeped out of amma's cunt and onto my dick and floor.
"Amma, amma, amma, ah, ah, ah," I called out in glorious pleasure.
We heard a banging on the door!
It could only be Ganga. Back from her errands. She must have rung the bell, or knocked, but hearing no response, she had started banging the door!
"Coming, coming!!" I yelled. "One minute!"
"Aioh, Raja, enough, enough!" Amma pleaded and tried to straighten up. But I did not let her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and rammed her like I had not done before. I slammed harder, and harder. And she gasped and grunted, "ah, oh, oh, ah, ah!" with each of my thrusts.
With an almighty heave I plunged one final time into amma's cunt and I ejaculated into her. I counted one, two, three, four spurts. But I was not finished. I pulled out and fisted my slimy cock and stroked it. My next four spurts landed on amma's ass and back. Thick, white, creamy, cum landed on her bare skin and she cringed. "Ah, aiyoh, dirty....cheeee!"
I pulled up my pants and put on my T-shirt and walked to open the door for Ganga. Amma had quickly disappeared into her bedroom.
We were this way for the next few weeks. Trying to get some time together, now and then, in between the hustle and bustle of daily work and managing people and children at home. At times, we got together on consecutive days, some days more than once. Yes, I could not have enough of my amma. I wanted to be with her, inside her, cumming in her all the time. And at other times we went many days without being with each other.
In the beginning we had furious sex. I always initiated it, amma never did. She did not object but she played hard to get and complained each time to show me that she was joining me reluctantly, but I knew otherwise. She wanted it as much as I did. Her only condition was that we should not be facing each other, and that she would not be naked during our fuck sessions. Something about her not wanting me to see her having pleasure, I guessed. So we had doggy-style sex, standing up, with her still wearing her sari, petticoat, blouse and bra. Occasionally I would lie down and she would ride me, facing away. Amma's backside was fantastic. Her smooth ass-cheeks and hairless, dark ass crack was a sight to see. She would object loudly if I tried to move her dress and have a peek at her dark, puckered anus, but I did manage to see it once in a while. Fuck, life was good. Who wanted a wife? That was the farthest thing on my mind.
But some days we just lay on the bed and talked.
"Raja, I know about you and appa.." She started one day.
"About what, amma?"
"The days you all would go to the city for work, to see the warehouse. I know appa and you, also..."
I was quiet. I did not know that amma was aware.
"Why Raja, why? I know appa did it because..because.. He did...did not get it at home. But you? Weren't you happy with Radha? At least when she was here you could have..controlled, no?"
"Amma, you don't know the whole story. She..she really was..was not interested in...fucking.."
"Raja! Oof!"
"Yes, amma. She was not..she was always angry..I..I needed something else..at least someone..maybe I should have married that other girl..who knew. You know me, I need to..yeah.."
Amma was quiet for a while. "How was it..with other women.what were they like, young, old..?"
"Amma, it was just..just.. physical..just being with another woman for some time.. Naked, flesh on flesh..I did not think about anything else..but..it was good. Frankly, I could do anything and everything with the..girls...eh women."
"Dirty, filthy..chee. I hope you are not doing it now..after..after..we"
"No. Amma," I lied. "I don't need anything else.But..."
"No, no.. I will not do anything else! If that's what you mean.."
When It was my turn to ask her questions, I said, "Amma, how..how did you manage, when.. When you were young, when appa stopped, you know..sleeping with you?"
She slapped my hand, in mock anger, "Stop it! I just managed. What could I do? Ra*e him? Sleep with someone else? What? I...I..just..managed it.."
There were some other changes in amma as well. She had taken to going on long walks with her close friends and doing a little bit of yoga and light exercises. She started looking a little more radiant, and healthier. She became more alluring. Even appa noticing the changes and one day commented, "Ah, Meena, You are looking younger every day! You make me look old, very old!"
Appa informed us that there was going to be a big celebration for swami-ji's seventy-fifth birthday and we were all going. I knew amma was upset. She hated swami-ji and now appa wanted us to go and celebrate. Though appa had gone every year to visit swami-ji, amma and I had not seen him in five years. I sympathized with her, but we could not refuse. Appa had already made plans.
We made the trip by train and another short bus-ride took us to the hillside town that was swami's residence in the early evening. The whole place was gearing up for the week-long celebration. There was a festival atmosphere all around. The shops and houses were lit up with bright colorful lights. There were worship centers setup in many places and people were sitting and chanting prayers praising swami-ji and the gods to which he preached.
I could see amma was very worried. That night, before dinner, all the devotees were to meet with swami-ji in a large room in his ashram. I had thought nothing of this during our earlier trips ( I was much younger then). But this time around I noticed a lot of things that I had missed previously.
All the devotees had their eyes closed. Swami-ji blessed each of them by placing his hands on their heads as they approached and stood in front of him. But he had reserved his 'special' blessing for the women. His hands moved from their heads to their shoulders and down their arms and then rested briefly on their hips and waist. I could see that this really made some of the women uncomfortable, but like amma, they were helpless.
I noticed amma staring at me. When it came for her turn, I just pushed her away slightly and stood in front of swami. He was stunned to see me instead of amma, and that I had my eyes open and staring at hi,. He glared at me and amma with bloodshot eyes, but the moment passed and he went to the next devotee. Amma just smiled a slight smile and walked away.
We all slept after a sumptuous dinner. Very early next morning, devotees with privileges were to meet with the swami-ji for special prayers in the inner sanctum of his temple. We were, of course, included. What made this 'special' was that all those invited were to wear just one piece of saffron colored cloth. The men wore it around their waist like a 'dhoti', but the women, including amma, found it difficult to cover their modesty and entire body properly, how much they pulled and arranged the small piece of cloth around themselves. It left nothing to the imagination. Their big breasts, hips, waist and thighs were exposed, more or less. I couldn't help noticing these things. I had long since decided that I would not be coming to the Ashram ever again, and wanted to record the indecency and debauchery that was going on there.
Swami-ji's inner sanctum room was small, dark and damp and lit with hundreds of oil lamps and there were an equal number of lamps with incense burning that made the room smell like roses and jasmine. It was a head mix, and the aroma went straight to our heads and made all of us dizzy. I suspect that the swami-ji and his immediate disciples also added some intoxicating drugs that were meant to reduce our capacity to think clearly.
The humidity and heat from the lamps in the room made all of us sweat profusely. Perspiration covered our bare backs. The women suffered more than men. Rivulets of sweat rolled down their backs and a thick line of moisture formed a band on the cloth around their waist. As they moved and sat and stood, the line of sweat flowed down their backside and their ass-cheeks were clearly outlined. Their thick thighs strained against the cloth. Swamiji and his disciples in his innermost circle gaped and leered at the women. Swami smiled lecherously as his eyes roamed over the women's bodies. Amma and I exchanged glances and I knew she wanted to get out of there, desperately.
The swami-ji started his prayers. All the devotees had their eyes closed and their heads bent. As his disciples chanted along with him, swami-ji walked from one person to another and anointed that person with some sort of sacred oil. As usual, he spent a lot of time with the women. Touching their heads, applying oil on their bodies, their backs and arms. Some of the women endured this without complaining. Other women flinched at his touch.
Amma had enough. She stood up abruptly as swami-ji came to her. She glared at him in defiance and with a huff she turned and walked away. Swami and his disciples stood rooted to the spot, not being able to figure what to do next. I followed amma out of the room.
It was still early in the morning. The townsfolk were just waking up. People were gathering and proceeding in groups to the temple for swami-ji's viewing. Bells were being rung in the makeshift temples. People were blowing their bugles and trumpets and horns. Some people stared as amma walked past them very rapidly. I followed in hot pursuit.
She walked up the stairs. I followed her into her room. She turned around and stared at me.
Amma was completely drenched. The saffron cloth was stuck to her body and was completely transparent. All her curves were accentuated. Almost her entire lower body was uncovered. Her thick thighs glistened with her sweat. The slight bump at her belly was straining against the wet material. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples were hard and poked through. She fixed me with her stare, her eyes were wide and hot.
Through the open windows of the room, we could hear a throng of people forming below on the street. The voices of the people became stronger and stronger as more people joined. The clamor of temple bells, whistles, horns, bugles and trumpets became louder and louder.
Amma reached back and undid her hair. They fell in long, curly, oily, slick, wet tresses around her face and down her back. She did not take her eyes off mine.
As I gaped, she reached to her neck and undid the knot of her dress and ripped it off and threw it to the ground.
Amma stood naked in front of me! For the first time, I saw amma in all her natural glory.
Her beautiful, round tits, with dark areola and hard nipples. Her narrow waist, leading to wide, fleshy hips. Her deep, deep navel and the line of hair that ran from it to her pubes. Her beautiful, thick, hairy pubic hairs. Her thick, massive, muscled thighs.
She walked towards me, her eyes still fixed on mine. And she reached in and pulled my dhoti off my body and threw it down.
Down on the street, a hundred temple bells pealed in one after the other. Elephants roared and people screamed loudly for swami-ji to appear. The smoke of hundreds of sacred lamps held by the people wafted into the room. The room turned warm.
My cock sprung erect and swayed in the hot air between amma and me.
"Amma," I managed to scream softly.
She placed her palm under her breast and lifted it and offered it to me, and at the same time pulled my head down on to her distended nipple.
I covered her breast with my mouth. I tasted her sweat. I lapped her areola with my tongue. Her nipple was hard as a rock. She sighed, "Ahhh, Raja....". Then she grabbed my hair and directed my mouth to her other tit. I sucked and bit on her stone hard nipple.
My hand found her pussy mound. Her hair was wet with her sweat and juiced. I probed with my middle finger and it easily entered her cunt. I finger fucked amma. I sucked on her tits. She sighed and groaned with every stroke of my hand and called out my name, "My son, son, Raja, ah..ah...ah!"
The noise from the street below was unabated. People roared their prayers, directing it at the temple, imploring swami-ji to make an appearance.
I felt amma pressing my head downward. I pushed her towards a wall. I knelt down, and she parted her legs and pushed her torso forward, and my head towards her. I was ready. My tongue was out as I made contact with her pussy hairs. And I pressed my face into the thicket of curls and was rewarded with the sweat, pungent, slightly bitter taste of her juices. I lapped my amma's cunt, up and down, up and down. I reached her clit and I sucked like a puppy at its mother's teat. Her salty-sweet juices flowed into my mouth and I drank it without hesitation. The smell and aroma of her cunt was overpowering. I felt my cock dribble a few drops of pre-cum onto the cold floor.
"Aiyoh, Raja, Raajjjjaaaaaah, ahhh.. Ahhhh...aaaaaaah!" Amma squealed. She pressed my mouth to her cunt as I inserted my tongue into her opening and felt the smooth, silky, slimy walls of her pussy.
Suddenly, she pulled me off her and made me stand up. She looked at me. This time I could only see the naked desire and lust and urgency and want and the heat in her eyes.
Amma knelt in front of me. We could not stop staring at each other. From the corner of my eye I saw her open her mouth into an 'O'. I felt her hand on my cock, pulling me to her, gently. I pushed forward. And in an instant I had my thick, black, veiny, sweaty, smelly cock in her mouth.
She closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she mumbled.
I was dumbstruck! I screamed, "Ammmmmaaaaaa!". I had my dick in my mother's mouth!
I mouth fucked amma. Her spit lubricated my cock. Her hands held on to my hips, and then went around me and grabbed my ass cheeks. I could not hear anything else. The entire world was silent. My cock made swish-swish sloppy sounds as it slid in and out of her face. She continued to mumble something. Those were the only sounds, the only music my ears could hear.
I have had blowjobs from many, many women. My wife and whores. But nothing felt as glorious as having my cock sucked by amma! It was pure, indescribable pleasure. It was raw, animal and primal. I felt myself crouching as I held my amma's face lovingly as I slid my distended pole in and out of her. She still had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my muscled member on her tongue and lips and cheek.
Suddenly I was at my end. I was about to finish. I stopped and began to pull my dick out of her mouth.
But amma did not relent! She did not let go! Her fingers drove into the flesh of my buttocks and she held from.
I hissed, "Amma, I...am.. going..to....ahhhh!"
She still did not give up. She reached forward and grabbed my ass even more tightly. I was past my limit. I could not control myself.
I was about to ejaculate in my amma's mouth. "Amma..amma...ammaaaaaa" I screamed, loudly. Not caring if anyone heard or sounds.
Suddenly my ears were filled with sound. A lone temple bell rang out loudly, and before it stopped, another rang one peeled. And then another, and another, in a never ending stream of tempe bells. It went on and on and on.
I caught amma's hair and held her head steady and pumped my penis in and out of her mouth in a frenzy. I realized I was pumping in tune with the temple bells. I was groaning and grunting and so was she. I was like an animal possessed. I rammed furiously. She let go of my ass and held on to my hips. She let me punish and pummel her face. "Mmmm..ahhh..aaaaajjaaaaaa...aaah!"
Then the noise from the crows reached a new high. The roar rose in volume, louder and louder until it drowned all other noises. The only sound was the screams of the crowd. Higher and higher, a crescendo, and it flattened and maintained a steady, unimaginable, unending roar that went on almost forever. Swami-ji had made an appearance.
My cock erupted in my amma's mouth!
My engorged penis had never felt as thick as it did that day in her mouth. It pulsed like a taut guitar string as I emptied my balls. My cum rocketed out in long never ending spurts. I counted at least ten long streams entering her throat. My cock throbbed as my amma's lips still latched on to it.
"Aiyooooh, ammma, ammmmma!," I screamed in pleasure as I slid my cock from her mouth and we both slumped to the floor in a heap.
"Aiyoh, my son, my Raja..ahhhhh..my love..my son...," Amma whispered, as she turned to me and hugged me tightly.
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