Indian family, marriage and sex between son and mother

Maa pushed me down on the couch and sat near him “Oh beta, did I make you so hard…. So big and so hard…….”

She teased as she pulled my underwear down my knees and slowly captured my penis in her left hand. I watched in fascination as my mother wet her right hand with her spit, and then started to caress me “Let Ma take care of this my darling” she said looking into my eyes.

My eyes darted from her bosom to her face. I was delirious with pleasure; her hands felt so much better than mine when I used to masturbate.

She peeled my foreskin back and tickled the underside of my pensis, and saw how much pleasure her son got.

“God…Mother…I love you,” I groaned out, easing his throbbing cock into her hands.

She bent forward and kissed my forehead, his eyes and his cheeks. “Beta I love you, I love you so much”

“Oh God, Mother…can’t believe…” I gasped, feeling my mother squeezing my penis as I came close to cumming.

So this is what ecstasy is, I deliriously told myself as my mother gave me the best hand job in the world.

Namratha saw his pre-cum flowing out and felt his shudder. She loved this.

I looked down at her big tits jiggling softly in the confines of her brassiere. Her mangalsutra held in her cleavage…..

It’s a miracle, I dementedly thought. I should have blown his wad long ago, what with all the passion that was sparking between us. But somehow, I struggled to control the overpowering urge to come. I couldn’t it give up and make the pleasure pouring up from my peter stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop. Just go on and on and on… But it was a losing battle, I groaned as my mother increased her speed.

“Maaa, I ….”

“It is ok Beta, it is ok” Maa murmured.

Then I came, and he came like I never came before. My cum shot up over them on to floor as I jerked up and shivered in pleasure.

Namratha, my mother was taken aback by her son’s climax, it was so powerful, so intence, she knew they cannot turn back.

Then, just when I thought it was going to go on forever, my cock pulsated one final time and stopped shooting.

“Maa..” I groaned.

She stroked my head and slowly removed her cum stained hands. I said “Ma, Sorry.. I”

She laughed in a husky manner “Oh Beta, it is ok.. it is you… I don’t mind, I need to go” her voice was shaking as if she was fighting with her conscience.

“Clean that up,” she said, pointing down to the puddle of cum on the couch.

Then, getting-up, she shuffled toward the bathroom carrying her blouse.

When my mother disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, I stuffed my cock into my pants and zipped up. Then I went about cleaning up the big puddle of cum on the couch.

Now what, I wondered as I wiped away at the stain. This escapade with my mother had been beyond belief, but the abrupt reversion to mother and son at the end of it, disappointed me. I had thought that once it was over, the intimacy would remain. But when she abruptly ordered him to clean up the mess they had made and then went storming off into the bathroom, I didn’t know what to think. Finished cleaning up the mess, I sat in the chair, sipping on my drink as I waited for my mother to return. I didn’t really know what to expect.