loving thrust.
Sundar grunted softly with every lusty fuck stroke, pleased to see how much his mother enjoyed his sensual screwing.
Although both father and son took turns at keeping all the women in the family sexually satisfied, Mohini was secretly flattered to know that her virile son found every excuse he could to spend as much time as possible in bed with her. She relished Sundar’s sensual fucking many times a week and took pride in knowing that the sex education her son was getting regularly at home made him a far better lover than most other young men of his age who were denied his opportunities.
Being young, fit and horny, Sundar was always glad to come home to a mother and sisters who enjoyed his sensual nature and never passed up a chance to get physically
intimate with him.
Now relaxed under her son, with her fleshy thighs doubled up to ensure that he was burying his cock balls- deep in her as he fucked her so lovingly, Mohini was a very happy mother indeed! Soon, she heard Sundar groan softly, his hips pumping faster…
“Oh…oh… Ma… ooh… oohh… uhrhh… Can’t hold back anymore… gonna… gonna cum soon… aahh… aaahh… oofhh..!” Sundar moaned softly, kissing his mother many times as he ejaculated deep inside her.
“Mmm… ahhh… don’t pull out sweetu… stay inside
Mummy darling… I want every drop of your hot cum…!”
Mohini cooed, her heels digging into her son’s buttocks to keep him snug and safe inside her as she savored the delicious thrill of feeling his twitching cock lavishly cream her womb with potent young sperm…
Mother and son had spent a lot of time teasing, flirting, caressing and kissing each other as they deliberately delayed their inevitable trip to the bedroom for a hot fuck session.
Such exciting foreplay only served to increase their hunger for each other and gave Sundar enough time to accumulate plenty of semen in his big balls.
Finally ending up in bed, they first got down to pleasure each other orally in a 69 position. As Sundar licked and fingered his mother’s cunt and puckered, spicy butthole with a skill that never failed to bring her to orgasm more than once, he enjoyed the equally satisfying pleasure of being sucked off by her.
Mohini was pleased to hear her beloved son moan in appreciation many times over as she voraciously sucked and throated his quivering rod. When he finally ejaculated with a groan of delight, she made sure her loving lips were firmly wrapped around Sundar’s twitching cock as she savored and swallowed the tasty mouthful of nut cream he gave her.
Mohini had taken little time to restore her son’s erection to its former glory before lying back and eagerly spreading her legs to welcome him deep inside her as they settled down to the sensual rhythm of a hot mother-son fuck session that was punctuated by many sighs and moans of intense pleasure.
When Sundar gave her a bellyful of hot cream once more,
Mohini marveled at how much semen his big balls produced as she felt some of it oozing out of her tingling, satisfied pussy to coat her inner thighs. She did not have to remind her good looking son that she loved to have him ejaculate inside her.
She adored him and had her tubes tied up to ensure that he could enjoy the intense pleasure of spraying his seed deep inside her as often as he wanted to — without ever worrying about a pregnancy.
Of course, Sundar loved her even more because of this!
“Not every son is lucky to look deep into his mother’s eyes as he fills her belly with his hot cream… I’m so grateful that I can do it so often Mom… I love you… I love you sooo much!” he told his mother as he kissed her tenderly and rolled her over onto him. As his hands travelled over her firm, ripe body,
Sundar was pleased to hear his mother sigh in contentment as he kissed her over and over again.
Watching them, his hands caressing his nubile daughter as she cuddled up to him, Raghu realized once again how fortunate he was in making his dream of a loving and
incestuous family come true. Both he and his wife had done everything they could to nurture a family where everyone took sexual intimacy for granted and enjoyed hot, incestuous sex as often as possible. Even in the earliest years of their marriage, husband and wife had recognized the essential truth that other, more conventional couples failed to acknowledge for one reason or the other… which was that the family that fucks together stays together.
Chapter Two
As a virile young man growing up alone with his voluptuous mother and aunt for company most of the time,
Raghu had plenty of time and opportunity to find out that nothing felt as good as the heady pleasures of hot, incestuous lovemaking.
His father, a high-ranking army officer was away for long periods of time, and only came home on leave once or twice a year. As an only son, Raghu spent most of his time with his mother Saroja, whom he adored, and who in turn, doted on him. By her early forties, Saroja had moved ahead in her career as an educationist to become the head-mistress of an elite private school in the south Indian city of Hyderabad.
With her busy life, she found little reason to go on spending time with her husband in the dreary little army towns where he was posted. As both their careers took up more and more of their time, husband and wife began to drift away from each other. Unless extreme circumstances demanded it, divorce was still a dirty word for the Indian middle class in the sixties and the seventies. So the busy couple continued to maintain the facade of marriage with the tacit understanding that each of them would pursue their own interests.
With professional and social engagements to keep her busy, Saroja did not waste too much time brooding about her estrangement from her husband. It also helped that her only son was an intelligent young man who appreciated all that she did for him and avoided giving her any grief her if he could. As they spent more and more time together, Saroja realized that her son was also becoming infatuated with her…
This was not something that alarmed her. A tall, statuesque woman, Saroja took pride in maintaining her figure and loved flaunting it in sarees that discreetly flattered her firm, ripe body. Her sleeveless blouses barely managed to restrain her big boobs, and her thick waist flared out to big, full buttocks that jiggled deliciously when she moved.
Saroja was aware of the effect she had on most men and did not fault her son for feeling the same way. She knew that many sons fell in love with their mothers and Raghu’s youthful longing made her feel young, sexy and desirable.
As time went by, Saroja could not escape the conclusion that her son was no longer her little boy, but a virile, good looking young man who was getting a lot of attention from girls his own age as well as older women. But she was flattered to see that Raghu ignored them and only made time for her.
She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by her son’s incestuous feelings and began to wonder if it would be a good idea to educate him about her sexual needs…
In the end, she decided to proceed one step at a time and see where it would lead.
Although her husband’s long absences left her starved for sex, Saroja had never encouraged any of her men friends to get into bed with her. She was not concerned about being faithful to her husband. What really mattered to her was her health and reputation. She was not going to put either at risk by getting into bed with a man who would just think of her as another easy conquest. So she had become accustomed to the habit of satisfying her urges by playing with herself — using her fingers and a few sex toys to soothe the frequent itch between her legs.
Since Saroja was not always discreet about her bedroom activities, her son was well aware of them. Being a healthy and virile young man, Raghu masturbated a lot of thinking about his sexy mother. He saw no reason to hide the fact that he was eager and well-equipped to satisfy her in bed if she would let him do so.
Saroja did not take long to figure out that her son was not only besotted by her, but was also actively
