I placed a finger in her vagina and proceeded to run it in and out while eating her. Her breathing grew ragged. I continued to stimulate her clitoris for a long time. Amma grew very wet.
My fingers were drenched with her juices. Suddenly, Amma stiffened and moaned at the same time. Her body then shuddered continuously as I rapidly licked her clitoris. I knew she had just climaxed.
She quickly pulled me up on top of her. “OH, Sai, that was good”. She whispered shyly. “I have never had an orgasm this good. “Amma, you are sexy and beautiful. This has been my ultimate fantasy to make love to you.” “You really think I’m beautiful.”
“Amma, yes. More than all the movie actresses.” Amma reached up and pulled me down, lightly kissed my lips, and then forced my mouth open with her tongue.
At the same time, she reached down and grabbed my penis and began to rub it up and down her very wet slit. She grew more and more excited. “Amm, a” I whispered. “I love you”. She spread her legs wide as if in silent assent and brought the tip of my cock and placed it against her vaginal orifice.
I looked deep into her eyes as she began to push me into her. I was big and thick for my age. Her vagina slowly opened like a petal. Amma suddenly pushed upward, and my cock slid into her vagina to the hilt. Amma was surprisingly very tight for someone who had three children. I could feel her muscles clutching me like a vice. I pulled out and then slid back in one fluid motion. I then proceeded to fuck Amma with a fury that I had never experienced before.
Her body shook in rhythm to the fuck strokes. My penis was soon saturated with her lubricating juices. We moved as if we were made to fuck each other. Every downstroke was met with an upstroke. I could feel the tip of my cock hit the mouth of her womb with each plunge. She began to breathe heavier and heavier. After rutting like animals for about fifteen minutes, she suddenly went rigid and clutched my ass
. I could feel rapid contractions about my cock at the same time I began to ejaculate against her womb. I must have spilt a load in her as I felt the semen running back out of her vagina. We stayed coupled for some time, savoring the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, and kissing each other. I started to get excited and felt myself hardening in her. I gently started to see-saw back and forth in her vagina. This time the fuck was slow and gentle; it lasted a longer time.
Amma and I came at the same time. “Sai,” she said after the last romantic fuck. “You are huge; I never had it this good with your father. I can’t remember when I had my last orgasm.” I beamed with pride. My first with Amma had been better than anything father had been able to deliver in all the years they had been married. “Oh Amma, that’s only because I love you so much.” “Oh sweetheart,t this was the best orgasm so far,” she remarked. Saii, honey,”
Amma whispered. “I should be going back to your father’s bed. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion now, would we?” We kissed for some time, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She then got up and cleaned herself. “Amma, can I keep your petticoat?” I asked in a whisper. Amma was silent. “A souvenir of our first night,”
Amma asked mischievously. “Yes,” I replied. “Only if you hide it”. Amma put her clothes back on, and petticoat-less, she slipped out of the room. I was covered with a mixture of our fuck juices. The last thing I remember falling asleep was Amma’s petticoat pressed to my cheeks. The next day, Amma did not look at me when the family was seated at the breakfast table. I thought I had blown it. The family finally dispersed for the day, and I was getting ready to go to school. Amma stepped into my room. Sai,” she said, “we need to talk.” “Amma, what’s wrong?”
Amma blushed. Sai, we can’t repeat what we did last night.” Before I could protest any further, she motioned to me to be quiet. “I think last night was wonderful. I will always treasure it. But I’m a married woman. This is never going to happen again.” “Amma,” I protested as I moved towards her and pulled her into my arms, “I love you, and I know that you love me. Give our love a chance.” I tried to kiss her, but she averted her lips and pulled out of my embrace and shook her head.
“Amma,” I said as she was ready to leave my room,m “I will not stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you.” Amma left my room with tears in her eyes. Things cooled down after that. And even though I could see that Amma was unhappy,y she would not budge from her resolve.
I had given up ever getting her back. Amma also vigorously started looking for a bride for me. She contacted all her relatives and asked them about available girls. She collected horoscopes and consulted astrologers for a good match for me. She arranged for me to see a few girls whose horoscopes matched mine.
I was very unhappy that I was being driven away from my only love,e my own mother. Finally,y I gave my consent for a girl whom I chose because she looked a little like my mother. The marriage date was fixed. Then something strange happened. I noticed that Amma’s behavior towards me changed. She acted more like someone jealous. She snapped at me at the smallest of mishaps. Then one day when we were alone, Amma asked, Sai, maybe we should go out for a movie this weekend.”
