Rustic Nights in Khokhapur Ch. 05

God, his gorgeous brown eyes. I swear we had just been looking at each other for the past two minutes. It was weird and liberating to even passively acknowledge our unique physicality's, and in this moment, I just felt so connected to him.

"Right!" I hastily said, finally ripping my eyes away from his gorgeous body.

I snuck a few glances below the waist, hoping beyond hope to catch a glimpse of that glorious member, while he wolfed down the food from the plate.

God, what am I doing? I focused on the TV.

Two hours and three softcore porn movies later, we were sprawled on the sofa bed face down on our stomachs, which was a difficult position for many reasons, but it was good for preventing a view of the nipple erections I had sported.

I was hot and wet since long and my brain was a mush.

I wanted to take the challenge of seducing my son a notch.

I pushed myself into a sitting position. My tits left the sofa a moment after the rest of my torso did. Arjun watched in rapt attention. I didn't care anymore for the world.

Arjun

Slowly, with great care, my mom untied the blouse behind her back, in the process of preparing for what would likely be the world's largest titty drop. The blouse she wore under the saree traveled with the heavier garment, and one or two inches of under-boob could be seen between her hands and her perfect, flat tummy.

With seemingly no effort, but still a sort of monumental importance, my mom pulled her chest out of the constricting blouse. Her colossal milk cans, clad in only the thinnest of a saree, fell against her tummy with a resounding, absurdly arousing slap!! An inch of pale, intoxicating under-boob protruded from the bottom of saree fold. Her nipples poked out like rockets ready for blastoff, jiggling in time with the rest of her chest meat as she looked down at her endowments with a proud smile.

RIIIIIIIPPP!

My briefs gave up the ghost. With a surprising amount of force, my monster cock burst out of my shorts and smacked against my mother's knee.

Sharmila

I looked down, hoping against hope that the object that just smacked against my knee could only be one thing:

My son's tumescent member stood at attention, jutting out of the wreckage of his shorts.

Seeing it in the light was beautiful. It was monstrous, with a picturesque helmet the size of an apple and a urethra I swear I could fit my finger into. The length was pulsing and manly but not overly veiny; it was smooth and a little dark and absolutely gorgeous. It was thick around as my wrist, and it seemed in danger of exploding, it was so large. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Mom, I'm, uh... really sorry." Arjun's voice sagged with shame.

I still couldn't meet his eyes. All I could see was his cock.

"Nothing to be sorry for."

I was drunk in the manly smell of his pre-cum. He was hot. So, so fucking hot. I was so fucking hot.

Why were we both so fucking sexy?

I reached out and wrapped my dainty hand around my son's penis.

"Mom, that's..."

"Shhh son, shut up, shut up, shut up..."

Slowly, leisurely, I began running my hand upon and down his rigid length. Precum spurted from the thing like a fountain. I collected some in my palm and used it as lubricant, not that I needed much.

I began using my other hand to fondle my aching pussy.

"Fuckkkk mom ..." I'd never heard my son's voice sound like that. Arjun normally sounded pleasant, polite, charming; now he sounded husky, hoarse, wanting, commanding... it turned me on so much.

He started thrusting his hips in time with my strokes. Eventually I was just holding my hand there, watching in awe as my son pushed his impossible member through my wanting little fingers.

"Your tits," I nearly jumped as he said this, a fire in his voice as yet unheard of. "Everything about you is hot, but your tits are the most impossible, ludicrous thing about you. They're the sexiest things I've ever seen."

"Then take them like you took your aunt Sangita's."

With a low growl my son sat up and tore off his own sweatshirt- God, his body -- before ripping off my thin little crop top. He literally ripped it- I never had to remove my hand from his cock.

He took a moment to appreciate my tits. No, he took a moment to devour them- his eyes violated me, set me on fire with just how much they made me feel wanted. My nipples were bigger than they'd ever been- they were pushing two rosy inches, and already milk was spurting out of them in tiny fountains.

The next thing I knew I was being manhandled. My son mauled my breasts with the patience of a beast, clasping and kneading them with his big, rough hands that couldn't even encompass half of my vast treasures. Pleasure shot through me as he caught my nipples between his fingers and twisted them, getting a little rough as a wild grin appeared on his face.

I could only gasp in pleasure as tiny shock waves of pleasure continued to shoot through my pussy and now my tits, almost loosening my one-handed death-grip on my son's fat shaft. Still, I was determined to pleasure him just as he pleasured me.

I increased my pace and introduced my left hand into the mix, sacrificing the ecstasy coming from my engorged clitoris in favor of giving my son a taste of his own, sexy medicine.

Arjun

Mom's hands felt better than the best pussy I had ever fucked. She slid them up and down my shaft with a grace and ease that astounded me, enveloping all thirteen of my rock-hard inches in a tunnel of pleasure that I was lucky to remain conscious during.

It helped that my focus was primarily consumed with the omnipotent pair of mammaries I held in my own two hands. My son's enormous puppies spilled out of my palms no matter how hard I tried to grasp them. Her rock-hard, meaty nipples felt like tiny pricks in my hands, and I couldn't resist the urge to jack them even as milk shot out in larger and larger rivulets.

"Fuck, Arjun, never stop mauling my titties..."

Spurred on by mother's encouragement, I finally brought my lips to the tip of one of her impossible stalks, and kissed. Then I consumed. Milk exploded in my mouth, sweet and thick and creamy and everything I had always remembered breast milk wasn't.

Of course, of course my breathtaking, overendowed, hypersexualized Goddess of a mother would expel the most delicious milk the world has ever experienced. And she had never even been pregnant after delivering me!

I was so caught up in my mother's ... everything that I kept forgetting I was receiving the best hand job of my life. Even as I sucked my mom's rubbery stalks with wild abandon, my cock was already threatening to burst.

"Mom... God, you're... you're sensational." And I meant it. My voice was strange and low, a growl that threatened to get stuck in my throat. "I'm gonna cum."

My mother was breathing so hard she could hardly reply. "Me... me too, son... I'm not even touching myself..."

Her sexy, drawling mew was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. I continued demolishing her tits even as I thrust my hips rapidly into her waiting hands.

"Let's do it together, then."

And so, in a few moments, we erupted.

My cock let loose with a fury I had quite literally never experienced. Spunk flew out of my dick like a fucking cannon, plastering the wall I was sitting seven feet away from in beautiful arcs even as my dick started pointing more towards the ceiling. My semen arched above our heads before raining back down on us, covering mother and I in my excessive virility.

At the same time, my mouth was flooded with milk. I nearly choked and had to force myself to swallow several times.

I felt something splattering against my thigh.

Sharmila

I squirted what felt like a waterfall right through my saree. I filled Arjun's mouth with milk like he was doing a damn keg stand. And I was loving every minute of it.

I had never felt so sexually fulfilled, and nothing was even touching my pussy. My body convulsed and vibrated more with each passing moment. My mouth hung open in existential bliss as waves of uninterrupted pleasure crashed against the beaches of all three layers of my conscious being.

Arjun's cock shooting baby batter like a semi-automatic weapon may have been the hottest thing I've ever seen. There was something so carnal, so animalistic about each pulse of his aching manhood- I couldn't remove my hands from the rigid beast. I imagined what it would feel like if it were my pussy that monster was sheathed in, and a second, mini-orgasm wracked by body at the thought.

I think we both came for a solid minute and a half before things started to calm down. We were actually coated in a centimeter-thick layer of semen, courtesy of my hyper-fertile son. The floor was coated in a more clear, less viscous fluid- my woman cum, abundant and glistening even when I hadn't had a free moment to remove my saree.

My left tit had been spraying milk unhindered all over the sofa. I really needed to bottle the stuff. Arjun was still drinking from my right, continually filling me with a more subdued, post-orgasmic glee.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." I managed to squeak out. Somehow, my throat felt tired. I hadn't been using it.

"Mmmmm," moaned my son, refusing to unlatch from my throbbing, gigantic nipple.

I used a finger to peel a layer of impossibly thick spunk off my breast as it threatened to drip into my brother's eye. With a shrug and a burst of desire I stuck the finger in my mouth. My taste buds overloaded as I tasted my own son's delectable cum.

"Damn," I breathed. "We taste really fucking good."

Cuddling together with son.

My eyes flickered open and I instantly felt the warm glow emanating from between my legs. The clock on the dresser across the room read 3.10 A.M. and the darkness of the room was only broken by the white LED lights of the clock numbers.

My half torn and crumpled blue saree was bundled at my feet and my breasts were crushed between me and my son. I still had my right arm draped across Arjun's chest and we had both fallen asleep in the same position we had gotten into after our first hysterical fuck!

There was a soreness all over my bruised body from the excess of sex. Sex in its raw form, something I had forgotten long back. Something only young bodies can recover quickly from.

I smiled to myself as I looked at my son, sleeping so innocently besides me. Just a few hours ago, this big, well-hung bastard had been bouncing his ass mercilessly between my spread legs, slamming that diabolical dick right up inside me ... And the cum. Oh my fucking god, the cum!

The room reeked of sex!

I looked down his rawboned body, the dim light from the clock illuminating him. His cock was flaccid & flopped on his lower belly, but even soft, his upturned cock-head covered his navel.

I felt a warm tingle in my pussy and was again getting horny as I slid my hand over his flat stomach and well-trimmed little hairs. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and could feel the sticky dried up mixture of his cum and my pussy juices on the big shaft.

Lightly and gently, I began to stroke him off, rolling my fingertips over the sensitive and bulbous head. He stirred but did not wake, as his young cock grew bigger and harder in my hand.

My sore but oversexed body needed more of my incestuous lover. Through the dim light, I could see my small fist sliding up and down his large erection, the blood quickly filling it up and increasing it to its full size.

I took a deep breath and moved my naked, big breasted body, down the bed, bringing my face to within a few inches of his cannon. He stirred again while I continued to slowly beat his meat, but as my mind filled with thoughts of what I wanted to do with this ominous cock, I opened my mouth wide and directed my son's whopper past my lips and across my tongue, taking his hardness deep into my mouth.

The wet head banged against the back of my throat and knocked against my tonsils. I slid my hand up from his large balls and feeling the veins on my fingers, smacked my closed fist against my chin, then plunged it back down once again.

I flicked my tongue around the flesh and withdrew the big hard-on from my mouth, only to stuff it right back in again.

I was doing it... I was sucking my sleeping son's cock !!

With my eyes tightly closed and getting lost in what I was doing, I had not noticed my son had stirred again but this time he had woken up. Maybe it was my bangles when I was moving my hand up & down. I heard a loud and deep groan and I opened my eyes to see that the lamp beside the bed had been switched on, lighting up the modish yet unkempt room.

"Ooohhhhh mom ...... ooooohhhhh fuck you are so horny mom ...!"

He moaned out sleepily, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head as I sucked him to the back of my throat once more. I looked along his body to meet his gaze, our eyes locking for a few seconds, as I slurped loudly on his throbbing cock.

"Ohhhhhh God ... You just couldn't have enough, is it my little mommy ...?"

His euphoric groans grew louder as I pumped my hand along the massive shaft, with more purpose, my head bobbing up and down with wild tenacity as I gave my well-endowed son some good, oral sex.

"Yeah mom... Ooohh yeah .... arrrgggghh ...ooohhhhhh I love you mom!!" He mumbled through gritted teeth, his fat cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

For what must of been ten or fifteen minutes, I continued to suck off my son's blunt spear, my spit dribbling down the shaft and coating his cum filled balls.

"Mmmmmm..Mommy loves this big fuckin...Monster!!"

I said firmly, as I took a momentary break from mouthing him, my hand still beating up and down his mighty shaft.

"It's yours for now Mom!" Arjun replied confidently and pushed down on the back of my head, encouraging me to force it past my lips again and stuff my mouth full.

I shut my eyes and indulged in my son's huge cock, like a dog would devour a meaty bone. I devoured the droplets of pre-cum that slid across my tongue and the taste as it rolled down my throat.

I thought about all that cum he had blasted over my ass a few hours earlier and the huge ropes he fired over my big tits and wondered how much my mouth could take, I mean could I swallow all his hot spunk down my throat or would the sheer volume of it make me gag, forcing me to spit it all over his erupting cock?

Lost in my naughty thoughts and the intense concentration of this forbidden blowjob, I had not noticed Arjun had sat up and was pulling my head off of his dripping wet fuck stick.

It unplugged from my mouth with a loud, sloppy pop and my aching jaw relaxed. My son's command was strong and firm,

"Come and sit on my face mother!"

Obeying him and with a schoolgirl giggle, I jumped up from the bed, getting to my feet, my big naked boobs bouncing around.

"Oooh. You gonna eat your mom?" I asked expectantly.

Arjun laid back down flat, his head resting on the pillow and replied, "Until I make you cum Mom!"

I smiled and giggled again, moving astride his head and standing over his face. I looked down at my hunky boy and watched as he licked his lips, staring up at my pussy.

"Ready baby?" I asked.

He nodded eagerly and his wide-eyed smile gave me the answer.

I bent my knees and lowered my body down, reaching between my legs to my sensitive pussy and pulling on my puffy lips, aiming that horny cunt down onto my son's waiting mouth.

"Here it comes baby...A wet mother cunt that needs a good licking!"

I cried out with lust in my voice. As my ample ass connected with his chin, I felt the ecstasy of his tongue touching my labia and sliding along my clit.

I lowered my weight further and bought my knees beside his head, squashing his ears. I was now sat firmly down on my son's face as he began to devour my pussy with his talented and fast-moving tongue.

"Oooh baby...Yes Arjun...Oh my God... you are a good boy...arrgghhh that's so good son...Mmmm... Oooh Yeah...Oooohhh!!"

I moaned as I placed my hands on his head and pulled up on his hair, simultaneously grinding my cunt into his face.

His mouth and tongue worked over my long-neglected snatch, probing at my fuck hole and lapping along my lips. His nose was pressed hard against my clit and as I rocked forwards it stimulated me in a way that drove me wild.

"Oooh...Oooh Arjun... baby... eat mom's pussy... ARRRGH FUCK...MMMMM!"

I groaned hard and deep, feeling my pussy getting covered in his spit and my insides clenching, an orgasm not too far away.

I squeezed the muscles in my ass and drove my hips forwards then backwards, riding on my son's mouth hard, shoving his face harder up between my legs.

His tongue really drove up inside me, flicking and licking my wet tunnel.

As a deep orgasm erupted inside me, I pulled harder on his hair, yanking him in. I squeezed my skinny thighs against his head tighter and rocked my ass down on his face as my juices covered his tongue and filled his mouth, gushing for my big boy!

Over my cries of orgasmic ecstasy, I could hear the loud and wet slurping sounds from between my legs as Arjun never slowed his tongue lashing of my pussy.

"OH HOLY FUCK...OH BABY..YES..OOOH YES...WHAT A GOOD BOY..ARRRGH..YOUR TONGUE IS AMAZING..."

I should think my cries could be heard down the next village, but in that moment nothing and no-one mattered but my son and I, lost in our incestuous lust.

I yelled out again as I reached another body shaking orgasm and coated my son's face with more of my juices, rocking and grinding down on him as he munched on my cunt.

I clawed and yanked on his hair, driving his head between my legs, his nose bumping and pushing against the wild, sensitive nerve endings in my clit button, taking me to yet another hard climax.

"UURRRGH...ARRRGGGHHH...GOD...OOOHH YES...OH MY GOD..OOHH BABY...OH YESSS!!"

After this my body felt heavy and I had to let go of Arjun's hair to reach up and grip the headboard of the bed, steadying myself.

My big tits shook and quivered like jelly, my nipples hard and erect streaming milk all mover the bed. Struggling to breathe properly, buried under my cunt, Arjun lifted his hands and slapped me several times on my ass, motioning me to lift up from his face.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself down onto the bed, raising my leg over his face and releasing my vice like grip.

"OH SHIT MOM...OH FUCK...WHAT...A... JUICY...WET...PUSSY!" He said, taking deep breaths of air into his oxygen starved lungs.

I looked at his face all sticky and gleaming white, his lips shiny like he had lip gloss on. I had really coated his face well, smothering and smearing my son with a mixture of my coital plasma and milk.

I lunged forwards, bringing my face to his and pushed out my tongue. Like a cat with a plate of milk, I licked and slurped on his skin, working my way around his face, lapping up my pussy cream.

I snaked my tongue across his lips and hummed deeply, tasting my juices. As I did, he opened his mouth and entangled his tongue with mine, our mouths colliding and we began to kiss, hard and passionately.

I placed my hand on his chest and felt his pounding heartbeat, his pulse racing. I cuddled my body into his side, pressing my big fun bags against his ribs, as we kissed and danced our tongues together for several minutes before I broke off and looked down into my son's brown eyes and said, "Well I have been for a ride on your face baby...How about Mommy goes for a ride on that BIG...FAT...COCK?"

Arjun smiled and nodded very enthusiastically, replying with a whoop, "YEEEHAAAA!..RIDE 'EM MOM!"

I laughed and lifted myself up from the bed, throwing my leg across his waist and coming astride him. His big cock was standing fully erect and stiff and I felt it brush along the inside of my thigh before I sat my busty body down and trapped the huge fucker between my legs.