I found her hot, as she could not complete her masturbation in the afternoon.I left her then her and told her, "Mom cook fast I am hungry." She gasped and smiled simultaneously while she raised her finger and told, "Two minutes." In the meanwhile I kept the beers in the fridge and went for a bath.
In the way I thought about my mother and what she did today. She has got very good hips, which are shaped like an apple, although I saw them only today. Not only I love as a mom now I want to love her as my woman too. I was real horny now with a strong desire to suck and fuck my mother.
Now after the death of my father she has not much choice other that looking after me so she is not in any sexual contact with anybody, now I will be fulfilling her desires. I reached home and was slightly nervous as I bought the beers for the first time.
Now I am 26 and living in Delhi with my mom Shanti and our daughter Aakansha.
As my father died in 1992 when I was only 18 in Lucknow and being the only son I had the responsibility to brought up my mother.
I was only in my underwear and pissed off and then I caught my cock in my hand started rubbing it slightly back and forth while remembering about the scene and my mother's body.
I masturbated and then I cleaned my cock with water and again went in the bedroom.
She always focused much of her talk on my girlfriends and liked to ask whether I liked anyone of them or not. If I said yes to her she would then ask why I like that girl and why not.
After lunch and chatting we used to watch the TV programs and then go to sleep in the afternoon in the same room as that time I had no ill intentions about my mother. "There is Disprin in the First-Aid Box in my room and you know this, then why didn't you take that." I asked. I was puzzled and asked, "Then what type of pain is this? "Now you are a grown up boy and you'll understand this yourself, now let me put off your clothes and shoes and then we can have lunch." While she was undoing my clothes I was thinking about the type of pain which she was having. Then as usual we talked about the same things as earlier and had lunch.
Although he left a good amount of money for both of us to live comfortably for the remaining part of our lives but I wanted to do something on my own but my mother insisted me to finish my studies first and then do something else.
Therefore I continued with my studies while helping my mother to settle in life after the death of my father. But she was a woman too who had desires & senses as she was barely 37 when my father died.
One winter day when I came back from school and despite ringing the doorbell for around fifteen minutes she did not open the door. After a short while my mother opened the door and I entered inside, I was shocked as she was only in Petticoat and blouse standing in front of me and told me, "I am sorry, I made you to wait, actually I am feeling well". Today I was feeling little bit tired still I proposed mom after the lunch if I can massage her head. I told her to sit in our bedroom till I get some oil to massage her head.