Motherly love

The next few days passed as if nothing had happened. My mother didn’t betray any emotion and behaved perfectly normal with me and served me as she always served me. I also didn’t gather the courage to follow it up because i knew my mother wouldn’t like it. The only game i indulged in is to see my mother every morning from behind the curtain of my window while she hung clothes from the clothesline wearing her wet cotton sari without the blouse. It became a daily morning ritual and i masturbated as i watched her. She washed my clothes and underwear’s and ironed them and cooked for me and served me food as i stole glances at her cleavage and backside as usual. I knew things were not good between my father and mother. My father was a trader and was reportedly having an affair with some woman. I could hear frequent quarrels between them and there were nights when my father came back home late at night, pissed drunk and the two got into quarrel. One night things took an ugly turn and my father pulled my mother by the hair and dragged her into the courtyard and began to belt her as she cried out in pain. I couldn’t do anything and watched them from behind the curtain as my father lashed her with the buckle of his belt and she begged for mercy. “you can’t give me a child and you dare object when i carry out with another woman, you bitch?” My father thundered and belted her. Then he did something that my eyes could not believe. He threw away the belt and pulled off his dhoti and stood naked in front of my mother as she crouched on the ground in fear. He dangled his fat penis in front of her lovely face, grabbed her by the hair and began to piddle on her face. “this is what you deserve, you bloody bitch!” And his urine tricked down her lovely face and mixed with her tears and drained down her neck and big breasts and wetted her sari. I was thunderstruck. No matter how much i sympathized with my mother and hated my father for beating her like that, this was something new to me. As my father piddled on my mother’s face i felt my dick rising. “open your mouth you bloody bitch,” shouted my father and my mother opened her mouth and he directed the jet into her mouth. “drink, you whore, drink up.” My mother took the jet of urine inside her mouth till he was finished and then he pushed his dick inside her mouth. “suck!” He ordered, and my mother began to suck him.

He suddenly pulled out his dick from inside her mouth and slapped her hard that sent her reeling down on the floor. He then knelt down on the floor and pinned down my mother so that her face was against the ground now and pushed up her sari to the waist. He grabbed my mother’s panty and yanked it off her buttock till my mother’s naked ass shone in the moonlight. What a lovely ass she had, my god! He strode astride her buttock, raised her hip and jabbed his penis into her asshole. “no – no – no…” she cried out as my father forced his dick into my mother’s ass. The penis slipped out a few times, so he inserted his finger into her vagina and put the wet finger inside her asshole, finger-fucking her as she protested. Then he inserted two fingers, working inside her asshole furiously. Then he held her hips with both his hands and placed his dick once again at the mouth of her asshole and gave one final push; his penis found its way inside her with all the force and she shrieked in pain. He now began to pound her mercilessly as she wailed in pain. He kept jabbing her ass like a hungry dog till he came and then he took out his dick from inside her rectum, spat on her ass and walked away naked back inside his room while my mother laid on the courtyard, weeping away in shame and pain, her lovely naked ass exposed to the sky, glistening with sweat, urine and semen. I continued to watch my mother as my father’s semen tricked out of her ass and she sobbed. Her sari was in disarray and wet with urine and she afforded a really erotic sight. I took off my shirt and pant and began to masturbate… next morning i woke up early as usual but there was no sign of my mother hanging clothes in the courtyard. I was upset but the images of the last night played in my mind. I felt sorry for her and wanted to comfort her, but i didn’t know what to do. I took my bath and peeped inside the kitchen but there was no sign of my mother. She must be inside her room. My father of course, must have gone to his shop. I slipped back into my room and tried to concentrate on my studies.

It was around noontime when i heard a knocking at my door and i got up and opened the door. My mother was standing outside. She stepped in and closed the door. She wasn’t wearing any blouse below her sari. I was zapped. She looked at me and walked up to my bed and stood beside it. There were dark spots under her eyes; she was obviously crying but now she was okay. I stood there by the door, looking at my mother. Suddenly she flashed a smile at me and asked, “you like me like this, na?” I nodded my head. “come, come to me.” I walked up to her and she made me sat on the bed. “you know what happened last night?” “yes, mother!” She suddenly pulled away her anchal and stood in front of me, naked from the waist up. There were red spots all over her body from the beating that she got from my father. “see what your father has done to me.” She turned around and revealed her broad back. There were red spots all over. I felt my dick rising. She bent down a little and raised her sari and showed me her ass. My god! That lovely fucking ass. “see, come close, look what your father has done to me.” I walked close to her; there were red spots on her ass too. With trembling hand, i touched the red spots on her soft ass. “i will make you alright, mother.” “how?” She asked and let drop her sari. “i will rub your wounds and remove your pain.” “you fool,” she cried and yanked off her sari and stood in her petticoat in front of me. Then she pulled the ribbon of her petticoat and it dropped down to her knees. She stood naked like the day she was born in front of me, wearing only the jewelry around her waist and ankles and neck. I looked at my mother in admiration. What a lovely figure she had. Despite her buxom figure and thickset waist, there wasn’t any unnecessary fat around her tummy. Without hesitation i took off my shirt and pant and stood naked in front of my mother, my dick dangling at a right angle to my body.

She held my dick and guided me to the bed and laid down on it. “come over me,” she whispered. I got on top of her, awkward, not believing my luck. I had never made love to any woman before and i didn’t know how to go about it. But that was not a deterrent because she spread her legs, held my penis and guided me inside her. My penis slid inside her wet vagina smoothly. “now push up and down,” she told me. I found myself rocking her slowly. “that’s nice,” she moaned, “keep it up.” And i kept on pumping her. I held her as i fucked her. She pulled my head and guided it towards her naked breasts. I put my mouth around her erect nipple and with the other hand i grappled her other breast. They were so lovely and soft. I raised my head and looked down at her. She smiled at me. Then she pulled me again and kissed my mouth. I kissed back and she inserted her tongue inside my mouth; she withdrew her tongue after sometime and now i inserted my tongue inside her mouth. We got into a passionate kiss as i continued to rock her. I knew how to kiss because we kissed in our hostel rooms, me and my friends, but this was the first time i was kissing a woman. The warmth of her soft flesh flowed through my whole body and i kissed her eyes and nose and forehead and neck as i kept on fucking her. She had her legs wrapped around my waist. I grappled her breasts again and kissed her nipples as she clutched my back and cried out, “faster-faster!” I increased my speed and kept pumping her… “do you like it my son?” “yes mother, i like it.” “do you like me, my son?” “yes mother, i love you mother…” and i kept up the speed. “you love me more than your father?” “yes mother, i love you more than my father.” “yes my son, keep on – keep on…” and i continued to fuck her, faster and faster… she was enjoying it and me too… suddenly she cried out, “behenchod, aur jor se kar.” And i increased my speed still further and cried out, “maa, main behenchod nahin hoon, mai to abhi motherchod hoon.” And she cried out, “haan mera beta, tu motherchod hai, tu apni maako chod raha hai.” “haan mummy, main tujhey chod raha hoon, maaki choot…” and we began to talk dirty and kept on fucking – fucking – fucking till i felt that i could contain no longer and then with one final thrust, i let out the first stream of load inside her as she held me tight. We climaxed together in one final momentous thrust and then i collapsed on her sumptuous body, my dick still inside her hot cunt… we held each other in our arms, as i kissed her softly on the mouth… then i closed my eyes.