Son And Mother Became Best Loverbyranjit_madarchod©
After my mother gets divorced to my father, I just wanted to fulfill my long desire of making my mother my wife. It became true when I told I mother that I love her. She saw the passion in my eyes for her.
"You...you said you loved me." My mother said slowly, staring deep into my eyes.
"Yes, Mother...I love you more than anything," I murmured.
It was several seconds before she spoke again as she continued to stare into his eyes.
"You...you mean, in, in that way," she slowly stammered out.
"I...I just wanted you to know," I said softly. "I just wanted you to know that I love you, no matter what happens. I have always loved you. I always will, and I'll always be here for you."
She looked confused. Like she didn't know what to do. Or say. But her eyes never wavered from me.
"Funny, isn't it?" she finally sighed. "The only man in the world that loves me...truly loves me, is my son. That is so distressing."
She gave his thigh another gentle squeeze. My eyes bore into hers
"If only. If only," she whimpered softly. "What that it were..."
"I just want you to know," he murmured. "I'm here for you, Mother...here for you in any way you need me. Just tell me what I can do to make you happy again."
She continued to stare into my eyes. It was as if she was looking for an answer. An answer to her unhappiness and loneliness.
"I could never commit myself again," she said softly, then paused for several seconds before she slowly went on, "to any man. Unless, unless he promised to give me his undying love."
"I'll love you forever, and ever," I whispered back.
I could not but stare at her, her saree had fallen off her chest and her breasts in her dart blue blouse were heaving...
My mother saw the hunger in her son's eyes, the passion, the love for her – for her body.
Finally, her eyes dropped away from me, and her hand slowly floated up away from my throbbing cock. I'd gone too far, I told myself. Way too far.
But as I watched her hand, it was joined by her other hand at the top button of her blouse. Then, looking down at her hands, she timidly unhooked the first hook. Gulping, he tried to swallow the bale of cotton that had suddenly materialized inside his mouth. Her fingers opened the second hook as he looked on with dazed astonishment. Then the third hook popped free, bringing her lacey black bra into view between the edges of her blouse.
I watched her slowly spread her blouse open. His heart was now pounding mad as she reached up to his hand on her shoulder. Not saying a word, she lifted it and brought it down to the opening of her blouse. Pressing his hand, palm down, into the opening, she let go of it. I could hardly breath as she dropped one hand down to her lap and the other back down to his thigh. But just as her hand touched down on my thigh, she moved it over to the obvious swell of my cock pressing up against my pants.
Dazed, I sat with his arm around her shoulders, his palm pressed against her hot flesh inside her blouse. Suddenly a jolt of pure excitement tore through my cock as I felt her give it a gentle squeeze through his pants. Not daring to even breathe, I eased his hand over above her right breast. Finding the lacey top edge of her brassiere with the tips of his trembling fingers, I eased them down under it onto the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. As I continued to ease his fingers down into her bra, I felt my mother's fingers tickling down the underside of my cock. Looking down, I saw that she was slowly unzipping my pants.
Then my probing fingertips brushed over the swollen hardness of her nipple, as the lace on the bra tickled up the back of his hand. Another shiver of excitement sparked through my cock as I kept easing his fingers down inside her bra. At last, I could cup the heavy, firm breast resting there. Now the big, jutting nipple was burning a hole into the palm of my hand.
Watching on with feverish anticipation, I saw her daintily spread the opening of my pants apart and ease her hand down inside it.
Pulling my fingers out from under her big, heavy tit, I once again found her hard, jutting nipple with the tips of my fingers. Teasing and toying with the rubbery pap, I gently twisted and tweaked it.
Then my mother's fingers found my steel-hard prick and I heard a small, audible intake of breath. She must be surprised by the size of his thick, seven-inch penis, I arrogantly thought as she fondled and measured its girth and length with her fingers.
I had never felt a woman's breast nipple in all his life, I giddily told himself. She must be just as hot as I was.
Savoring the touch of her nipple on my fingers, I saw her looking over and felt her maneuvering my big, stiff cock up, out through the opening of my underwear. Slowly, its big, purplish-red head appeared. It was slowly followed by the brown shaft, crisscrossed with bulging, blue veins. Then, the last of it came slithering out with my mother's hot hand curled around it.
Her eyes widened momentarily, as she stared down at the big, jutting shaft of teenage cock-meat.
"My..." she softly murmured, daintily gripping her hand around the thick shaft, twisting and running it up its impressive length. "Son... you are ......."
After a few long, delicious moments, she opened her hand. Letting his cock jut up into the air on its own, she reached up and pulled his hand out of her blouse.
What now, I deliriously wondered? In a testosterone-induced fog, I watched my mother, lean forward, put her hands on the cushion and slowly push herself up to her feet. Then, she peeled off the saree from her body. She was wearing a blue petty-coat, and I groaned as I saw her naked belly and deep navel inches in front of me. It was so sexy, so sensuous.
my mother held my face and pulled me to her. I buried his face in her belly fleshly and started kissing her there with passion. Her skin felt like butter, and I kissed her all over – and when my tongue dipped into her deep navel Namratha, my mother groaned with pleasure. She knew what was happening...
I felt her fingers in caressing his hair and slowly pulling him back. "Oh Beta....what are we doing dear" she sighed caressing his cheeks.
Then looking into my eyes, she removed her blouse from her body.
I had never seen anything so erotic. So telling. So titillating, I thought as I stared up at her breasts covered by the lacy black brassiere.
She slowly sat back down on the couch. "Son...may I touch you again". She murmured.
It was all happening too quickly for him to comprehend. my cock was still poking out of the opening in his pants as she looked at him...waiting. At last, I came to my senses and said "Yes Ma......"
Maa pushed me down on the couch and sat near him "Oh beta, did I make you so hard.... So big and so hard......."
She teased as she pulled my underwear down my knees and slowly captured my penis in her left hand. I watched in fascination as my mother wet her right hand with her spit, and then started to caress me "Let Ma take care of this my darling" she said looking into my eyes.
My eyes darted from her bosom to her face. I was delirious with pleasure; her hands felt so much better than mine when I used to masturbate.
She peeled my foreskin back and tickled the underside of my pensis, and saw how much pleasure her son got.
"God...Mother...I love you," I groaned out, easing his throbbing cock into her hands.
She bent forward and kissed my forehead, his eyes and his cheeks. "Beta I love you, I love you so much"
"Oh God, Mother...can't believe..." I gasped, feeling my mother squeezing my penis as I came close to cumming.
So this is what ecstasy is, I deliriously told myself as my mother gave me the best hand job in the world.
Namratha saw his pre-cum flowing out and felt his shudder. She loved this.
I looked down at her big tits jiggling softly in the confines of her brassiere. Her mangalsutra held in her cleavage.....
It's a miracle, I dementedly thought. I should have blown his wad long ago, what with all the passion that was sparking between us. But somehow, I struggled to control the overpowering urge to come. I couldn't it give up and make the pleasure pouring up from my peter stop. I didn't want it to ever stop. Just go on and on and on... But it was a losing battle, I groaned as my mother increased her speed.
"Maaa, I ...."
"It is ok Beta, it is ok" Maa murmured.
Then I came, and he came like I never came before. My cum shot up over them on to floor as I jerked up and shivered in pleasure.
Namratha, my mother was taken aback by her son's climax, it was so powerful, so intence, she knew they cannot turn back.
Then, just when I thought it was going to go on forever, my cock pulsated one final time and stopped shooting.
"Maa.." I groaned.
She stroked my head and slowly removed her cum stained hands. I said "Ma, Sorry.. I"
She laughed in a husky manner "Oh Beta, it is ok.. it is you... I don't mind, I need to go" her voice was shaking as if she was fighting with her conscience.
"Clean that up," she said, pointing down to the puddle of cum on the couch.
Then, getting-up, she shuffled toward the bathroom carrying her blouse.
When my mother disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, I stuffed my cock into my pants and zipped up. Then I went about cleaning up the big puddle of cum on the couch.
Now what, I wondered as I wiped away at the stain. This escapade with my mother had been beyond belief, but the abrupt reversion to mother and son at the end of it, disappointed me. I had thought that once it was over, the intimacy would remain. But when she abruptly ordered him to clean up the mess they had made and then went storming off into the bathroom, I didn't know what to think. Finished cleaning up the mess, I sat in the chair, sipping on my drink as I waited for my mother to return. I didn't really know what to expect.
At last, the door opened and she came strolling out as if nothing had happened at all. Her blouse was re-buttoned. Standing by the couch, she took the saree and wore it. For me it was another sexy sight that he could not stop staring. Finally she was fully dressed, she sat down.
"Well..." she said, looking me in the eye.
"Uh...well...well what?" I asked, confused by her question.
"Was it good?" she asked.
"Good," I choked out, smiling finally. "It was fantastic, beyond my wildest expectations. But .... Ma... are you ok,?"
"Was it good enough to give up your freedom for?" she asked me, ignoring his second question.
"What? What do you mean? Freedom?" I asked.
"You remember that I told you I could never commit to another man unless I knew that he was committed to me?" she asked me.
"Uh, yeah," I mumbled.
"That man would have to forsake all other women," she said sternly, "and love only me."
"Uh, yes uh, okay...but what does that have to do with us?" I asked her.
"You insinuated earlier that you were that man," she said, looking me in the eye. "Are you?"
"Huh?" I grunted.
"So that means that you would commit to me? Totally and unequivocally?" she wanted to know.
"Uh, yes, Ma....I ... think " I muttered.
"There's no thinking involved in this. It's either yes, or no," she said sternly.
"Yes," I hissed softly.
"You would marry me?" she asked me.
My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped, staring at her in confusion.
"Marry you?" I was finally able to choke out.
"Yes, marry me," she said emphatically.
"But how? You're my mother," I groaned, now totally bewildered.
"Don't worry about the details. I'll take care of those. Will you marry me?" she asked me again.
"Yeah...yes...yes...I'll marry you. I don't know how, but I'll marry you if that's what you want," I said.
"Good Beta" she smiled back at me. "We'll have the wedding on this Monday..."
"Yes, wedding...on Monday"
"You agree to be my husband," she asked.
"Yes," I said. "That means, we will be like, you know, really married, and ... we can, can we,?" I timidly asked.
"Can we what Beta" Namratha teased me
"Oh Ma, you know, can we be really like, husband and wife.... do you know"
"a first night" she asked huskily "have sex"....
"Of course," she laughed, pausing, looking at me like a mother – with a stern look - "But after we're married. I want to be your wife before you can do what you have in mind"
"But, but it's only Friday Tuesday," I complained. "That's 3 days away."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Son, it is only 3 days," she giggled. "Patience is a virtue and besides I don't want to force this on you, if you want to reconsider ....."
"Oh Ma... I don't want to reconsider" I said with passion.
Namratha came near me and patted his head. "I know"
"oh, okay," I whined, watching my wife to be's behind jiggle under her short skirt as she strolled away.
The rest of the week was pure hell for me as it crawled along at a snail's pace. my mother would allow me absolutely no physical contact, and I was afraid to ask.
My mother saw the raw hunger in me, and she was no better. She was always wet during those days, thinking about them, what all the will be doing...... She also made me promise that I will not masturbate. I had to summon all his will power to comply.
Finally it was Monday, and after tea, maa gave me a list and sent me off to the market. Her eyes had a strange twinkle that day, but she still acted as his mother.
It was the most exciting shopping I ever did.
• Jasmine Flowers
• Two flower garlands
• New white Kurta Pyjama for him
• A pack of Condoms!
my mind was racing as I came back home.
"Got everything" mother asked taking the bags from me.
"Yes Ma" I said looking at her. She looked lovely even though she was dressed in a normal saree and had not eve done her hair well. But i saw that she had done mehendi in her hands.
Maa kept the bags on the living room table and turned to me. She held my hands and brought them to her lips and kissed my fingers. "Are you sure about this Beta"
I nodded "Yes Ma, yes, are you...."
She smiled "Yes dear, I have made you wait for long, I have waited for long...."
We had an early dinner, with the food mother had made. The dal and chapathi tasted heavenly as my mother served me with love.
She told me that she has found a good time (mahurath) at 8.30 PM that night, and we will have small ceremony in their puja room. She asked me to have a bath and come to the puja room by 8.15.
I helped her to clear the dishes and then went upstairs to my room. I got ready and wore my new dress. I felt as if this was so real, as if I was getting really married.
It was 8.15 and I reached the puja room, and what I saw blew my mind. my mother had lighted the lamps and had had arranged a small havan (fire). She was standing there waiting for me. She was dressed a fine silk saree, deep red in color with the saree pallu covering her head. She was wearing make-up and her head was adorned with flowers. She was wearing jewellery, chains, traditional earrings, and many things which Raj did not know the names of. The gold added to her magnificent allure. She looked every inch a bride, like a godess.
"Oh Ma..... you look so..... so beautiful" I blurted out
"Thank you Raj" she smiled coyly.
She pulled me near to the havan and asked him to light it.
"There is no pundit, but we have the fire and Gods as witness" she said.
She switched on a small portable CD player she had brought to the puja room and the sound of wedding hymns filled the room.
"Are you ready Raj" she asked
"Mother...Mother, you're the most beautiful woman in the world," I groaned, gawking at her shamelessly.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, stepping up directly in front of me.
All her beauty was having a profound effect on me. She was finally going to be mine completely.
I then saw that she had removed her mangalsutra and had it in her hand in a yellow thread. She gave it to me.
"Please make me your wife my son" she said.
Only the strains of the Wedding hymns were to be heard as they stood staring into each other's eyes.
"You're sure?" she smiled, looking down to see that my hands were shaking.
"Please...Maa ..stop teasing me," I whined. "Yes, yes, yes, I want to go through with it."
"Okay then," she said, bowing her head. "Tie the mangalsutra and make me your Patni (wife)"
"Yes Ma " I whispered with love.
My hands shook as I put the mangalsutra thread around her neck, marveling at softness of the skin on her neck and tied the thread.
He moved back when it was done. He saw tears in his mothers eyes.
"Ma are you ok" I asked with genuine concern and love.
She nodded, taking the garlands. "I am, I am so happy darling".
Maa took a small ornate box with sindoor (red vermillion powder) and shivered as I applied the sindoor on her forehead.
We put the garlands over each other, and I took my wife mothers hands and we went around the fire.
we were married. From mother and son, we were now Pati and Patni (Husband and Wife).
"Raj now I am yours, in every way, thank you for taking me as your bride" she sniffed, as I held her hands in love.
"Oh Ma, I should be thanking you... you are all that I ever wanted" I said with passion.
My mother slowly wiped away the tears with the edge of her son / husband's duppatta, and looked me straight in the eye.
"I want stop you now my son, my husband, why don't you go to my bedroom and wait for me"
"That is if you want us to continue from the marriage, and move to making our union complete" she solemnly said.
We both just stood there staring into each other's eyes with love pouring between us for the longest time.
"Well," my mother finally laughed. "Aren't you going to kiss the bride?"
"Uh, oh Ma , yes....." I said, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips down onto hers.
I was passionate and in experienced and Maa slowed me down "Slowly darling, we have time" and kissed me slowly leading me on by nibbling on me lips, opening my lips sucking my lower lips and slowly giving me her tongue. I learned fast, and we kissed. Our lips opened fully and our tongues sparred as we hungrily kissed, sanctifying the incestuous communion we had just created.
Maa broke the kiss. They were panting. "Go to my room darling" she said, with a bit of her mother voice.
As I entered my mothers' bedroom I hear skipped a beat. It was not her bedroom anymore. It was our first night chamber. My mother had spread a new satiny red bed sheet on which white Jasmine flowers were sprinkled. The room smelled nice with incense sticks.
I turned around and saw my mother coming with a tall glass in her hand.
I took the milk and drank half and gave her the glass back. With a shy smile my mother drank it and set the glass aside. She went and closed the bed room door.
"There is no one at home, but it feels nice to close out the external world" she said turning back to me.
She came towards me as I opened my arms. We embraced and I felt her whimper.
I kissed her forehead – and slowly removed the saree pallu from her head. She smiled at me. She held my face.
"My darling" she whispered. "I love you". She brought my face down and we kissed again. It was so natural. She felt my hands trying to get in between our bodies she let me and groaned as he caressed her naked belly and squeezed her flesh.
Finally, several long moments later, they broke, gasping for breath. I was hard and my pyjama was tenetd.
Maa saw that and bit her lips.
"He's certainly impatient today," she murmured as I gently kissed her again.
"He's had to wait four days," he grumbled. "He's ready to go."
"Well tonight he can" she giggled and started undoing her ornaments.