She hastily came up to me and said, “Father’s asleep, drunk as usual”. I thought I heard a note of disgust in her voice. “Kanna, I don’t think we should do this as it could get out of hand”, she whispered. “I am scared. “I know,” I replied.d “But Amma, trust me. We will keep this very secret. Nobody will know. “, Sai, ai,” Amma said timidly and kissed me on the cheek. I sank with her on my bed and began kissing her. The kisses grew more and more heated, and I could feel Amma’s excitement through her cotton sari.
My hands were now roving all over her body, caressing her breasts one second and rubbing her ass the next. I reached behind to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Amma went rigid in my arms for a few seconds, but then she relaxed. I swiftly undid the buttons and removed her blouse as quickly as possible, afraid she would change her mind any time. All the while I continued kissing her. I reached back and unsnapped her bra.
Again, Amma weakly protested and whispered, “sai think of your father”. I knew we were far too gone to think of anybody else. I cut her off with another open-mouthed kiss. All of a sudden, her bare breasts were pressed against mine. I blindly reached out and began to fondle them. They felt soft and sexy. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth and began to lick and suck.
Amma moaned in passion. Her nipples were long and thick. Her nipples were soon erect in excitement. “Amma, I love you. I can’t help it. I know I should feel guilty of making love to my own mother, but I don’t care,” I declared. I continued kissing all the way to her navel, savoring the slightly salty taste of her body. Amma gave an audible squeak of pleasure. I reached her belly button with my tongue and began to kiss and lick it as Amma pushed herself up to me in pleasure. I began to stroke her legs up and down, all the while kissing her belly button. Her legs were firm to touch.
Slowly, my hand inched further and further under her sari and petticoat. Her thighs felt firm and soft. Amma stiffened as my hand reached the crotch of her petticoat. I reached up and sought her lips and gently made them open with my tongue.
Amma moaned into my mouth. She relaxed and opened her thighs in response. I shook my head in disbelief. Amma, the woman of my dreams, the same woman who had borne my brother and sister, the woman who had birthed me, was letting me make love to her.
I caressed her through her petticoat. I felt her cleft and began to rub it. Amma moaned in pleasure. I could feel the moisture seep through her petticoat. I pulled my hands out from under her petticoat and quickly pulled her sari off. I stood up and removed my clothes as quickly as I could.
My cock was hard as an iron bar. I slid down Amma’s body until my mouth was pressed against the crotch of her petticoat. Only the petticoat separated her bush from my mouth. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her juices mixed with the faint smell of stale urine. I began to lick the crotch of her petticoat as Amma wiggled in excitement. I began to savor her juices that seeped through her petticoat. I reached and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her petticoat and began to tug them down. Suddenly Amma jerked up. “Oh, Kanna, no, we shouldn’t,” she said. “You are my son, and I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Amma, I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know it’s unusual for a mother and son to be sexually involved. I believe that if you love some one its only natural to make love.” “But sai, what if someone finds out?” “Amma, we can be careful, and no one needs to know our business.” “But sai” I kissed her before she could complete her sentence. I kissed her hair, her eyes,s and once again lowered my mouth to her full,l sexy lips.
Suddenly Amma went limp in my arms. She began to kiss back with more passionate intensity. Our tongues dueled with each other. I reached down and tugged her petticoat. This time she did not resist. I pulled them off and threw them down on the floor. She instinctively reached down and covered her womanhood from my prying eyes. I gently but firmly pulled her hand away. I stared at the thick, rich, dark pubic hair like someone in a trance. Amma reached up and pulled me down and began to kiss me as I began to gently caress and finger her mons.
I nibbled at her teats at the same time I inserted my middle finger into her womanhood. Never in my dreams did I ever think that one day Amma would let me pull her petticoat down and caress her femininity. She was very wet. I moved my mouth down her body to the inside of her thighs and then proceeded to kiss and lick it. I then moved my mouth up to her pubic hair and proceeded to nibble it.
All the while, Kamala, my Amma, moaned in pleasure. I licked the thick pubic hair and then proceeded to pull her vagina open. I breathed in the rich feminine odor of my excited mother. I stared at the inner wall and noticed the small pink hole through which she peed. I licked it. I licked the surrounding walls, savoring the rich flavor of her very wet hole. I ran my tongue over her clitoris, and Amma yelped in pleasure.
