The Delicious Local Sorority - Incest/Taboo

A beautiful lesbian sorority in which sons are part of.

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After the regular domestic chores of cooking sweeping and washing, as usual, I took a long bath and put on a fresh saree. It was a warm sunny day of November and I felt very lively and lightheaded. It was midday and my plan was to take a long nap after pleasuring myself.

My private parts were very tingly and warm, it was time to take care of her, my little nether world. Lately that was my only option to relive myself and I had a grudge for my thick husband. Then I saw a cute boy opening the wicket gate and coming in. He seemed to have no confusion, apparently, he knew the place.

The ruddy little boy was my son's classmate, he had been introduced to me by my son Tomy at school on one occasion, as his best friend. From the first look itself, I liked him. I had held his hand and looked deep into his large innocent eyes. He looked so innocent and cute, and I had an urge to hold him close to my chest. On a PTA meeting I had met his mother also. She was a striking beauty, a personification of self confidence and self-esteem.

I had on and off seen the mother and son in the church on Sundays. There seemed to have an obvious tension between them, he was following her like a punished puppy. But the child had been bathing me with his admiring attention. I have ever since been nursing a deep motherly affection for him.

''Hello Appu, do come in child. What is the matter, is anything wrong with Tomy?' I went out to receive him.

'No mommy, he is alright,' he said panting, 'but he left behind a book here. It is mine. I came to take it.'

'I will find it out, do you know where it is?'

'It is in his room, I know where it is, don't bother I will take it if you permit,' he said.

'Alright, do come in.'

He followed me.

'You look so fresh young and beautiful for a eighteen years old's mother,' he said from behind.

'Oh, thanks. If is very sweet of you, dear baby. You are such a cute little boy for your beautiful mother,' I turned back and softly ran my fingers in his fluffy head.

He ventured in and immediately pulled out a soiled notebook.

'Here it is, thank you, sweet mommy.'

'Oh, my sweet child, you are so charming. But can I see what book it is?'

'No mommy, it is only a notebook.'

I snatched the book out of curiosity. Indeed, it was a notebook with many class notes and question answers, with many illegible scribblings and caricatures. But a small, printed book tucked in slipped down from inside. I bent down and picked it up. Appu was embarrassed, his already rose-read little face turned beet read. He was sweating.

It was a porn book with many stories and photographs. I was struck by the first picture I stumbled on at random. A boy and a middle-aged lady were lost in the intense and passionate pleasures of cunnilingus. I was thrilled and proceeded to read the excerpts of the entailing story. 'He kissed both of her feet devoutly, kneeling and bending down.

Then he slowly lifted her saree and underskirt, kissing every inch of silken delicious feminine legs exposed. He took his time on her alabaster thighs and at last, he reached the junction. Mommy, he looked up in supplication. Yes, baby, she stretched her legs wide and leaned on the wall. He clamped his mouth on the sweet slithery dripping opening. Her syrupy flood of love gushed into his pious mouth.'

The by with a shadow of a moustache, becoming of an eighteen-year-old, was pale with shame.

'This is a nice story Appu, don't be miserable.'

'Did you like that story? 'He asked cautiously.

'Oh yes, that lady was certainly very fortunate to have such a sweet young fellow to pleasure her.'

'But more fortunate is that guy, he got the chance to worship the most sacred part of that nice mother, I wish I were he.

I was all excited and unrealistic, 'I wish I were she,' I blurted out. I affectionately ran my fingers in his hair, slightly moist with sweat.

Suddenly he was at my feet. He kissed both my feet trailing his little tongue on the tingling toes. A violent thrill swept past me. A powerful storm lifted me up from the ground and took me to the stars. He lifted the hem of my saree and fervently kissed all along covering both legs. I was agog with excitement. He inhaled the fragrance inside my saree, the musk of soap, sweat, and my natural fragrance.

He hugged my thighs and kissed me all around. I felt my pussy quivering and throbbing in anticipation, my juice was filling in and beginning to flow out. I was trembling with an explosive passion. He sweetly buried his face in my thatch of hair down there and inhaled deeply. He soul kissed the clitoris and took a deep breath to suck in and assimilate the fragrance.

'Mommy,' he looked up pleadingly.

'What my sweet, sweet baby,' my words were broken with passion, 'drink, drink darling.'

I supported myself on the wall and spread my legs wide to accommodate his face.

His soft gentle tongue was composing an epic down there. I struggled to stand still; within minutes a tornado was sweeping past me. I literally exploded with a wonderful pain and flooded his mouth. The sweet boy struggled to keep the liquid from spilling. Like a starving child he licked up all of it and scooped up the drops on his cheeks and deliciously licked them up. Then he rained a few more thanksgiving kisses all over and struggled to get access to my anus.

I stretched wide and he planted a deep soul kiss down there licking up my fragrance at the aperture. Then he let down the saree and once again kissed my feet. I pulled him up, he was still in a dream licking his lips to drink the last dregs of me. I hugged him and placed his cute head on my breasts. His face was buried in my cleavage.

'Thank you so much mommy for letting me experience this dream of ours.'

'It was my pleasure baby. Can I keep this book for a while, you can come and collect it another day.'

'Perhaps yes,' he was reluctant, 'but all of us want to read it, Tomy had been monopolizing it for long, there are six of us anxious to read it.'

'Does Tomy also nurse such dreams?'

'All of us do. We share our dreams about our mothers. We are a fellowship that worship mothers. Tomy's words about you are very true and I am the one to have you. He is dying to worship your butt; all his dreams are cantered in that area.'

I was thrilled and frightened. Tomy had been remote and reticent lately. He had little interest to spend time with me and was sulking most of the time. In fact, I had suspected that he was becoming a misogynist, oft I thought he really hated me for being his mother.

'Let this be a secret for the moment,' I kissed his crown and flung the explosive book to the berth overhead.

The boy had to leave in a hurry as the afternoon session was going to begin at school. While parting I let him kiss both my nipples and my feet once again. I sat on the bed flushed and uncertain. Nobody had ever given me that much pleasure, it was the most violent orgasm I ever had. He was the first human being to eat me. My husband had never done that. In my dormant memories I had somehow known that such pleasures had existed.

But Tomy was an enigma, he had always been recalcitrant and piqued. His sulky peevishness was a problem for me. Of course, I had been impatient with him, and pressurizing him to study well, to outperform, to be perfect. He was only doing things for my sake, not for his sake, his days were perfunctory. I thawed into a sweet slumber.

I was woken up by the steps of my son. He darted in, flung his bag furiously on the bed, and impatiently pulled out his tie and uniform. Things were flying around. He hopped into a Bermuda and rushed to the kitchen. I got up in a hurry, rushed to the bathroom, and cleaned myself. I reeked sex, so I changed to a tight-fitting rose nighty in which my breasts and back were clearly defined. My nipples strained to burn through the bra cups, measuring 36C.

Like a truant brat, he was attacking the fridge.

'Oh, sweet little Tommy, I did not see you coming, I had fallen asleep. I have special things for you today to relish in,' I went to the stove and set out to prepare ghee rice which he always loved. He eyed me with surprise. I knew that he was observing me through the translucent nighty. My sensitive butt was sticking out and straining inside the fabric.

'Come sit here child, I will feed you as we used to do long back when you were so young and helpless,' I sat close to him and fed him from my hand. He was slowly relaxing and melting. He was straining to inhale the fragrance I was purposely wearing. After food, I helped him wash his hands and face and sweetly smiled at him after such a long time. I had almost forgotten to smile at him in my impatience to bring him up.

Then I held him close to me, hugging his face to my luscious breast. 'You are such a wonderful boy, the model child any mother could dream about. I do enjoy all your pranks, your cute mistakes, and your mad disobedience.'

'Oh, mommy I had once been trying to impress you, when I realized that I cannot do so I decided to be rebellious to make you furious.' He buried his face in my softness and sobbed.

'There child, it is alright. No need to impress me, I am long ago impressed.' I kissed him on his head. He kissed me between my breasts and held me close.

'Now Tommy dear I need your help, I want to take something from the berth over there, you have to hold the chair from tipping over.'

He followed me, glued to my dancing back. I put the chair under the berth and stepped on it. He resolutely held me. His face was pressed to my belly button and his tender arms were hugging my buttocks. I was awash with a tingling passion, my butts quivered.

'This is where I came from,' he deeply kissed my stomach.

'Now stand still and hold me, keep me from falling,' I admonished. He looked up anxiously. He could see the glorious underside of my breasts encased in pure white bra cups. I put one hand on the edge of the concrete berth and fished for the book. I could see him looking at my sweaty armpits in a trance and devouring my breasts with his mesmerizing eyes. He was devoutly hugging my butts still. I took the book and was not in a hurry to get down. He tried to burrow into my stomach.

'I like this fragrance, I love this nighty, and I wish to burrow into this stomach to be safe there again.'

'Poor child you are safe in my hands,' I lovingly ran my fingers in his rich hair. We stood in that awkward position for long, he kissing my belly and I fondling his hair, his arms hugging and loving my backside.

'Now I have a surprise for my dearest, let us read this wonderful storybook, I got it today,' I flashed the book.

He was embarrassed. 'No, don't be shy, it is a nice book that helped me realize the truth. Let us read it together.'

We sat on the bed, he sat close to me, putting his head on my shoulder. I read the whole story out for him in sleazy steamy details. His eyes were closed, he was living it out in his fantasy.

'Such a nice and truthful story. It brings out the real mother son bond,' I broke the spell.

'Did you really love the story?'

'Indeed, I did, and I am happy for that mother. Now story time is over, you can do your homework and I will prepare dinner for you and father.' I got up.

He also got up and hugged me, burying his face in my armpits. 'This is the smell of heaven in my dreams,' he said. I opened my armpit to accommodate him. He kissed me there and licked the delicate hair there. I giggled and tried to disengage. Suddenly he knelt and kissed my feet. It was happening. The promise of the thrill was too much for me. He licked my feet literally and proceeded to lift the skirt and nighty. His little hands pleasured my legs and his delicate lips followed. When he kissed the backside of my knees, I giggled with pleasure. He was in a dream world inhaling the fragrance trapped inside of my skirt. He piously and politely kissed the thick patch of hair and squealed with pleasure when the smell permeated his lungs. He placed butterfly kisses on the thighs, and all over the hairy region. Then, as in the story he looked up pleadingly and whispered, 'mommy?'

'What my dear precious child,' I placed my hands on his head and lovingly offered the paradise between my legs to him. Honey drops were already trickling down. I was trembling like an aspen twig. Like a famished nursing child on his mother's teats, he was latched to my most private parts where he came from. His sweet deft tongue communicated with the heaven he once belonged to. Both pairs of lips recognized each other and hugged exultantly. It was an earth-shattering rendezvous. Tremendous tectonic tremors of love coursed through me. I transformed into a flood of love and strained to nourish my darling. I found it difficult to support myself propped against the wall. I was exploding to smithereens. The explosion was so excruciating and that I thought I was dying, a sweet intimate welcome death. My gentle darling struggled to drink it all. I was undergoing spasms and struggling for breath. I guess I violently pushed his face to me in the throes of death. In repentance, I smoothed his hair and gently ran my fingers through his hair.

'Thank you, mommy, this is the greatest dream I ever had. I had been dying to return to this heaven, to cherish this smell of heaven. '

He was returning to where he belonged, he would always belong to that mysterious depths of divine intimacy.

'My poor baby, you gave me the pleasure I thought not possible on earth. This is the ultimate consummation of absolute love and belonging.' I pulled him up and held him close to my breast again. He kept on licking his lips enjoying the lingering taste and looked up at me. I bent down and kissed his forehead. My fragrance wafted from his cute angelic face.

'Now, take bath and go to your studies, I have chores in the kitchen,' I said. He obeyed. I was still all tingly and bubbling, I felt weightless and was floating, stars danced around me. My whole body and soul were smiling and satiated. It had never happened on earth. I struggled to make the best food for my child and his father, spiced with the best ever spice, pure love.

After his studies, Tommy came to the kitchen and stood there enjoying my anatomy. I smiled at him with an absolute love of dedication and caring.

'My mommy is the most beautiful on earth,' he said in a trance.

'Thank you dear,' I hugged his face to my breast taking care not to dirty him with my wet hands. When I was bending over and washing dishes in the sink, he stole behind me and stood there. My back quivered in anticipation. My ripe mellowed breasts were singing and dancing in my bra, my butts were doing a tribal dance out of exuberance and rapture.

Like a tuft of floating cloud, his fingers tentatively touched my back, I gasped despite myself. Then the fingers became bold and explore the cleavage, the round globes, and the undersides. I found him burying his face into it, he was straining to push in his nose into the core to sniff. At the same time, his magical hands were dancing on the globes and adoring them.

'Do you love them so much, dear?' I asked, controlling my sound, acting cool.

'Yes, I have been worshipping them all through my life. Your wide wide hips and these delicious globes. I will never be tired of worshipping them.'

'But dear, let me finish my job, then we can have dinner. I will put you to sleep before your father comes back from his business.'

'Can we sleep together hereafter?'

In fact, we had allotted a separate room for him a few years ago when he turned ten, but lately, we sleep in three separate rooms. Often, I used to feel lonely and left out. His father turns up deep at night and he chose to sleep alone for fear of disturbing my sleep. I guess that Tommy felt banished after the separation.

'Of course, we will sleep together.'

His face bloomed as a morning rose, and he sat there harmlessly, feasting on me.

'I love this rose nighty which covers you gracefully,' he said.

After food, we retired to my room, Tommy was all excited. He removed the skirt of my nighty and explored my backside. I involuntarily humped my back under his tender ministrations. I was lying face down, he was kissing and worshipping them. Of the sweetly smooched on my butt hole to make me whimper with pleasure. Slowly he slipped into a slumber his nose stuck deep in me, his lips glued to my butt hole, like a child being nursed to sleep. When he slept, I put him to the proper position on a pillow and came out coving myself.

The night was delicious, I was not alone anymore, I had somebody to touch somebody to hug. It was not a somebody, he was a temporal extension of myself. He was me, inseparable, eternally bound. No social mores or boundaries can separate him from my womb, from my core, from my real being.

The next day I got up early leaving him on the bed in serene sleep, I kissed him tenderly on his forehead. I finished all my work by eight o clock and took bath to put on fresh clothes. I put on a black skirt and a white shirt. Then I went to the bedroom and kissed him back to life.

'Come, brush your teeth, take bath, and have breakfast,' without any resistance he rushed to the toilet. He was not a revolting colt anymore. He was ready for school within half an hour. Before taking his bag he strangely looked at me with love overflowing and suddenly knelt to kiss my feet. I was wet from the morning itself, somehow, I had been anticipating it. Yesterday's ritual followed and I explosively fed my rich delicious nutrient into my dear child's fervent mouth.

'I have my mother goddess the way none of my friends can afford to have. They still have to dream and sulk for a long way.'

I pulled him up and kissed his hair pressing his face to my chest. The school bus was a few minutes away, he opened the top buttons of my shirt and buried his face in the cleavage over the bra.

When my husband was gone, I reclined on the bed to regurgitate the tremendous events and then read the whole storybook spiced with enticing pictures. All six stories were a celebration of a deep mother-son bond with intimate cunnilingus.

Overnight Tommy was transformed, he became obedient, docile, and innocent. He was more seriously into his studies. But I was not going to pressure him, let him be what he really is. He did not damage things anymore, he did not vandalize my garden anymore, and he was not into comic series on TV anymore. We became truly organically bound mother and son. Every day before taking off to school, he would kiss my feet and feed on my delicious juice to give me a rejuvenating orgasm and the first thing he needed on return from school was the same nourishment.

During the daytime, I oft wondered where this organic bond between mother and son was lost. The dry morality had sabotaged the ageless fertility cult.

This distancing had indeed destroyed the psychological evolution of children, especially sons making them recluses, rebels, or antisocial elements. That night after food we retired to bed and as expected he began to worship my ass. I squirmed with pleasure. It was a nice way to go to sleep. I encouraged him with endearing words. At an advanced stage of his pilgrimage down there, he settled on my puckered butt hole. I widened my legs to accommodate him. He was sucking and licking at it as if it was a nipple feeding a child. The sucking sounds he made catapulted me to the heights of intense pleasure. I strained to give more of it to him. He tried to dig deep into it with his little tongue. I squealed with unwonted pleasure many times. Thus, we faded into sleep, he still glued to my hypersensitive rectum. The slumber was deep and uninterrupted.

On another afternoon Appu appeared again. I had actually been expecting him as he treasured the storybook so much. That book had become our gospel lately.

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'Hi Appu, sweet of you to come,' I welcomed him and hugged him.

'Hi Mommy, you look radiant as ever.'

'Thank you, son, here is the book,' I gave him the smuggled book.

'Thank you, did you read it all

'Yes, it was wonderful, an eye opener. I understand what we miss, what mothers miss, what children miss, what you miss what your beautiful mother misses.'

His gentle eyes became dreamy and sad.

I was moved, 'Oh so sweet, here come to me,' he came into my arms in a dream.

I opened my shirt and pressed his face to me.

'Dear child I will do something about it all, you will not be sorry anymore.'

Instantly he slipped down to my feet and kissed them passionately. He kissed me all the way up to my knees and sniffed forcefully to inhale my fragrance. Then he looked up at me pleadingly, seeking my permission.

'Go ahead sweet angel,' I lifted my skirt and guided his red trembling face into my precious core. I offered him a few drops and he blessed me with a delicate climax, actually, I was saving for my son. It is his essential nutrient.

I had to do something about Appu. I know his mother Liya, she is a very polished and glamorously beautiful lady who had lived for many years abroad. It is a sight to see her moving about lightly like a fairy, like a goddess on earth, breathing amidst us. I telephoned her and introduced myself as the mother of Tomy.

'Oh yes, I know you, Anna. Appu is almost drooling over you. I had wanted to meet you long since, he seems to love you more than me. You should be a gifted woman.'

'It is not a gift; I do not hoard or hide my love. Appu is the most precious child a woman could ever dream of. So sweet, smart, imaginative, and promising.'

'I am struggling to guide him on the right path, I train him to be somebody great. It is a depressing exercise. Nobody wants to be ordered around, not even children.'

'He cannot be any better that what he is, the best thing to do is to let him be what he is. I am proud of him; he will not fail you and you will be proud of him at the end of the day.'

'Thank you, Anna. Parenting is a full-time responsibility.'

'Parenting is a full-time blooming; we need not add any violence visible or invisible into it,' I said.

'Wish we could meet; I had wanted to meet you long since. Something stopped me, maybe my vulnerabilities. You look so charming; I had spied on you during the PTA meetings.'

'Thank you, Liya, but I cannot hold a candle to you. You are a sensational beauty; you are in the dreams of many.'

'Thank you. It was a pleasure talking to you. When can we meet and where?'

'Tomorrow I may not be free, I will have some visitors from abroad. Day after I am free all day.'

'Then I will come to you the day after and have lunch together.'

'That will be my pleasure, great. Thank you, Anna.'

I smiled to myself and lasciviously relaxed on the bed, waiting for Tomy.

On the appointed day I prepared for the encounter meticulously. I put on a rose red cotton saree and accessories and tucked a fresh rose into my long dangling cloud of hair. I was going to meet with a sensational beauty, as beautiful as her son. The best of polished Syrian Christian blood.

She came out to receive me at the gate. She was in an elegant close-fitting nighty with delicate floral patterns embedded. Her breasts graced her body with cloudlike softness. They looked perfect in shape and size, becoming of her slim body, maybe 34 D or somewhere around. she had red lips and long silken hair down to her shoulder blades. Her nose looked cute in perfect geometrical shape, it was a nose of a woman of imposing personality, of a perfectionist. A small pendant was exquisitely perched between her buttery breasts. Her limbs were awfully long, and the long fingers looked delicate and agile, with nails under professional care.

Hello', she offered her delicate hand, and the feel was wonderful. She guided me to the parlour, and I enjoyed her beauty from behind. The close-fitting gown had offered much for steamy imagination.

We talked for hours, hers was an electric presence. Often, I was distracted by the movement of her delicious lips and the dreaming breasts. Her face got clouded on and off, sometimes she sat there lost in thought. Rarely she smiled, the smile was enchanting like the fresh moon in September. I took time to praise Appu. It made her very happy. When the ground was ready, I cautiously began to tell the whole story of the storybook and the developments thereafter. I did not want to make her think that I violated her tender son, so I presented it in such a way that it appeared that he was resolute, and I just played along. She did not blow her top off, she did not rant or storm out. She was trying to grapple with the surrealist world emerging.

Silence lingered. Her lips twitched seeking words.

'I am not a prude, nor am I naïve. But it all took me by surprise. I am not mad at you, you let me see the reality from a new unwonted angle. You may be correct also, there is nothing absolutely right. Our social conditioning forcefully engineers to cut the seminal bond between mother and child. And the society turns out to be a pack of knaves and rascals, rapists and neurotics. Every child in man perhaps is on the lookout for his lost paradise, for the musk of the paradise his mother is forced to hide between her thighs. I don't know. In fact, society cannot hold together without love and love is suffocated and strangulated on many forums.'

'I would not have shared these thoughts with another person. I knew that you are different and open to truth. I wanted to let you see what you are missing.'

'Okay, we will handle it, now let us have lunch,' we moved to her sophisticated kitchen. Her fragrance enveloped me.

'You smell sweet,' she turned to me and smiled.

'So do you,' I said.

When she served food, I got a fabulous view of her breasts, caged in delicate silk. We were more relaxed now, as the explosive situation had blown over.

She had to manage the whole villa; her husband was still abroad. Her son was practically her challenge and responsibility.

I had asked my son to come with Appu to his house where he could join me. So exactly at 4- 15 the boys turned up chirping and brisk. Tomy darted to me and hugged me. Then he stood close to me holding me around my waist. Appu was confused, he was not sure about his mother, who is fastidious, remote, and imperious.

Liya got up and opened her arms, 'come here, precious child. We are going to reboot our life and begin it all over.'

Appu apprehensively went to her. She kissed him on his head and held him close to him. He twisted his head and proudly looked at me. I encouragingly smiled at him.

He kissed her bust and sobbed like a baby, 'mommy I missed your love so much.'

'I understand dear, I understand.'

'You are my god and my world, you are my refuge and my salvation,' he slumped down and kissed her feet. Now I knew what was going to unfold. He exquisitely and elaborately kissed both feet like a seasoned devotee. He slowly lifted her nighty and underskirt and the most magnificent view of the best legs on earth unfolded before us. Liya was in a trance, too dazed to react. At long last Appu reached the junction of her thighs. The soft pink panties that covered her opening were very damp, a heavenly musk saturated the room. He inhaled the fragrance like life-giving oxygen and nibbled the top of the gusset.

'Mommy,' he looked up.

She emerged from her trance with a start.

'Yes child, yes,' she held his face close to her core. He pulled down her panties and dived deep into the hairy fragrant garden. She supported herself on the wall. We stood there transfixed at the most hallowed ritual of reconciliation and reconnection. In that hypercharged situation, I felt Tommy kneeling before me and kissing my feet. The regular process was repeated. I and Liya looked at each other bracing up to experience the most shattering absolute orgasm aver. I never knew that I was an exhibitionist. Actually, I am not one, only in this specific company, I was not reserved. We both had vibes to synchronize the explosion. We knew that the storm was coming, the convulsive storm. Her body was stiffening and tensing. The same effects swept past me. Then I screamed into an explosion, flooding my devout child. She followed, she cried violently, and rare tears streamed down. She held him deep to her core and convulsed like an epileptic. When the storm was over, she soothed his hair lovingly holding him close to her hairy strip.

We parted after tea together. The ice had melted and Appu had regained his real mother, cured of all facades.

After a few days, on a Friday while I was waiting for Tomy in fresh clothes, both Tomy and Appu appeared. It was a pleasant surprise. Appu was my darling, I loved him so unconditionally.

'What happened sweet children?' I asked.

'Mommy, Appu wants to spend the weekend with you, he misses you so much and he wants me to go to Liya mommy for the weekend.'

'Oh, that is cute. Then I will take you to Liya mommy, but for now, whom should I feed?'

I was in a close-fitting light blue nighty he had bought for me with no underwear.

'Let Appu feed on you, mommy, he wants it so much.' My child had become very generous to all.

'Alright,' I reclined on the bed. Tommy came up and placed my head on his tender lap, opened the front of my nighty, and began to worship my heavy breasts with his tender fingers. In the meantime, Appu was making love to my toes. He had rolled the skirt of the gown up above my hips. When his pious ministrations reached my core, Appu paced both my legs on his shoulders, down the bed, and buried his face in me to inhale the fragrance. Then he raised his head and called out 'mommiee', which would have melted even stones.

'Yes darling, take your full,' I permitted. I was already secreting honey for my dear second son. Within another fifteen minutes or so I exploded with a primal cry and filled my child. Both children continued their ministrations until I was back to normal.

'Now let us go, mommy will be waiting for me,' Appu got up. Both of them helped me put on lingerie and churidar. Tomy chose them. He put on the panties and bra for me, Appu put on and strapped my footwear.

Then Appu combed my hair as I applied cosmetics to my face. We chose to walk, Liya was hardly one kilometer away on the same lane. On the way, Tomy wanted to go to a shop. He wanted to buy a pair of bras for Liya. Like an experienced professional he gave the specifications to the saleslady. She was impressed. Liya was indeed waiting for her son as it was getting late. When she understood the demand, Liya was happy.

'I have fed Appu at home, Tomy needs your feed,' I said.

'That is wonderful. That is a fabulous idea, a welcome change,' she invited Tomy into her arms and cradled her in her breast. As she did not object to it, I took Appu back home and I was thrilled. Appu was the darling who started it all, he was the first one to visit my private parts with his miraculous tongue, he was so dear to me.

When we parted, Tommy told his Liya mommy that he was famished and prayed to her to lay back on the bed. She did so and Tomy ceremonially rolled up the skirt of her gown. She closed her eyes and waited. He was worshipping her toes it took a long time for him to reach her most private part which was steaming. His face and tongue appeared much different from her son's. she was bursting with passion. He took his time kissing and sniffing all around the territory, drops were rolling down from the orifice, which he anxiously lapped up.

She arched up to offer herself to him in impatience. Then his exquisite ministrations began. The orgasm he engineered was the most fabulous one in her life. He immensely loved the taste and flavour of the syrup she had produced for her darling. But he was not over yet, Tomy strayed a bit lower to her musky steaming anus. She was surprised.

'My sweet boy, it may not be clean,' she cooed.

'It is as pure as a rose, I had been dreaming this for long,' he was persistent.

Liya was dazed with passion, her reason was not working any more. Her legs widened on their own to give him smooth access. He teased her opening ravenously, she thought that she was going to defecate and urinate at the same time, she thought she was dying. In her half consciousness, she warned that poop may come out.

'Let it be mommy, give me more of you.'

Then she exploded violently, the first shot of juice hit his forehead, and many followed. It took many minutes for her to regain her composure, she was convulsing violently. He was hungrily lapping up every drop she had blasphemously squandered.

'What happened to me my sweet baby?' she asked.

'Thank you, mommy, I need it so much. From Appu's words I had known that you are the most beautiful on earth and I was dying to feed on you.'

She pulled out her gown and dragged him up to the bed. He settled at her breast and began to nurse on them. His hands were worshipping them as well. she cooed and faded into a recouping slumber. It was evening when they woke up.

'Oh sorry, you need food,' she got up naked and went to the kitchen. He followed like a lamb after the ewe. She offered dosa and chutney on a plate and began to make tea.

'Just a minute,' he darted back to the bedroom and returned instantly.

'I want you to put on this,' he produced a snow-white cotton bra and proceeded to put it on her.

He expertly strapped in on her. It was so perfectly close fitting, and the tip of the cone tickled her nipples. She felt that her breasts were swelling inside. She never had such a perfectly fitting bra, despite her polished taste. It magnified the glory of her breasts.

'So nice dear, the best I have,' she hugged him, and he kissed her breasts like a devotee.

'I have bought another one also, I am the eternal devotee of these breasts. Appu often tells me that when he dies of old age, the heaven he would choose is these pair of breasts. Now I know why.' She laughed pressing his face to her soft yet morphologically perfect assets.

They moved to the kitchen. She had prepared dosa.

The famished boy was gobbling up the dosa.

'Not like that, chew it properly for better digestion. Dosa will not digest as easily as the nutrient from mommy's pussy,' she admonished him. Then she took a piece of bread and chewed it for a long in her mouth.

'Open your mouth and see how properly chewed food looks like,' she poured the slurry into his mouth. It was a very erotic experience for both of them. They giggled mischievously. Then it was his turn, he chewed a new piece and offered it to her.

'Not enough, chew a little bit more,' she said. Again, she took a piece and chewed and offered it to him. This intensely passionate process continued until all the dosas were finished. Together they prepared dinner, her breasts very often distracted him, and he kissed and fondled them whenever he could. They took bath before going to bed and she was stark naked.

In bed again he dived down to her anus and sucked on the nub. She had washed it clean, it disappointed him. Shortly she was overflowing, then he moved up to her pussy. After a ravaging orgasm, she pulled his face to her breasts and they slept, keeping his lips clued to her breast and her hands fondling his head.

Somewhere late at night, she groggily realized that he was suckling her again. She opened her eyes and encouraged him by running her fingers in his hair. Time stood still. Long later she came pushing her breast deep into his mouth. When she was cooling down he continued to worship the twin marvels with is gentle fingers and lips.

"This is a dream come true mommy,' he whispered.

'Have you noticed me before?' she was surprised.

'Yes,' he whispered, 'I had seen you coming to the kindergarten with your son. Your breasts and lovely body were etched deep in my mind ever after. On many nights I have been worshipping these. For the last ten years or so I have been worshiping you from a distance. When I am afraid at night I imagine diving deep under your skirt and finding a safe refuge there.'

'Oh sweet,' she kissed him on the crown.

'See what you are doing to me,'

She swiped up a finger full of honey from her pussy and offered him. He licked her finger and continued to suckle on it. She gently nudged him down. He got the message instantly and dived south.

Already she was overflowing. He was greeted with the musk of shampoo and honey. She opened her legs wide to accommodate him. His cute face and her core were glued, they were made for each other. She was surprised how sweetly his face was fused with the sweet aromatic paradise between her legs. Life-giving ambrosia wondrously flowed into his digestive system, to assimilate her, to be her. After a while a gentle and exquisite climax swept through her body, she narrowed down to her vagina and melted into him. They faded into slumber with his lips still glued to her core.

Early in the morning, he got up, there was nothing to do, being a Saturday. He watched the sleeping Venus for long, her sculptured body remained satiated and radiant like a pleased goddess. He brushed his teeth, and took bath, then went to the kitchen and made tea for both of them and went to her.

'Mommy, have tea,' he said.

She opened her enchanting eyes and smiled languidly. Then she sat up, her nipples were still erect and furiously jutting out. He washed them with his eyes.

'Oh, dear in my dream I was breastfeeding you,' she explained and laughed. After tea again she lay down, there was nothing to do. He joined her at her fabulous breast. Nursing him, quite relaxed, she said, 'I want to take my darling somewhere. Shall we go to Munnar?'

'Oh yes, I will follow you wherever you go mummy.'

'Sweet darling,' she pressed him to her breast.

After breakfast, he clad her in the new bra, white shirt, and jeans. They proceeded to Vytilla bus station on a city bus. He took a window seat on the Munnar fast passenger, she sat close to him. The sun was strong, and the heat was intense. Her armpits became wet and transparent with sweat on the way. he furtively poked a finger into the armpit of her shirt and tasted it.

'No darling, there may be germs outside of the shirt, do not taste it. Once in the resort, you can have pure sweat from my armpit.' She held him close and smiled. He was excited at the prospect.

Climbing up the endless hills, they reached Munnar in the evening. At the resort, the manager was a lady. When Liya was filling in the form, bending down the manager was transfixed by the mesmerizing sight of her breasts caged in fresh bra. When she looked up to ask for the room number, the manager was not listening. She sat there as if eyeing an apparition. Liya realized the situation and adjusted her shirt.

Back in the room Tommy fervently opened her shirt, and she helped. The manager woman had already made her reasonably wet. Tommy licked her armpit teasing the soft silken hair. The salty taste had a heady effect. He licked the contours of the breasts deep into the armpits. She unclasped the bra and offered her whole chest, he licked ravenously.

'This will give you essential minerals and salts,' she encouraged. Together they opened her jeans, inside it was steamy and damp. He licked down from her waist to her pussy. Together they removed the panties, and steamy musk wafted. Honey had pooled up; he licked it and straight went to the anus. The salty twang and heady musk maddened him. She squirmed and bucked. After the violent orgasm, she went to the bathroom to freshen up, her panties were given to him to sniff and lick.

'Have them, darling, I will be back shortly,' she kissed him on the crown and flitted away naked. She put on a thin gown and they sat together on the balcony in the darkness, she leaned on him and he fondled her breasts. The night sprawled in the valley, lights twinkled like stars on the horizon, like the reflection of the heavens. Night pulled on.

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Around nine the manager knocked to serve food. She bent down to serve food and took particular care to show her well-shaped breasts. Liya was distracted by the sight, the manager flashed a smile on the sly. As they were relaxed, they exchanged chewed food in their erotic mouths.

They talked deep into the night, he feeding on her breast and she fondling him. Somewhere they slept away. The next day they visited the game sanctuary, the lakes, and the market. She said she wanted more of such bras. He took her to a dress shop and the salesgirls were surprised when he made the decision. He was specific about the size, texture, cup formation, and quality of straps. He was fastidious about colour as well.

'Your son is marvelous,' the girls chorused.

'Wish I had one like him,' a lady customer pined. Liya proudly put her arm on his shoulders. Back in the room, she let him lick the sweat settled on her breast and armpits and he made her come by letting him eat her down there.

Back in Ernakulam on Sunday evening, she asked him whether he would go back to Anna or go to her house. He preferred to go to Liya's house first and have his daily nutrition from her pussy. She laughed and patted him.

Under Liya's initiative and leadership, a fraternity evolved, almost a cult, a mother goddess cult. There were six members, all were mothers of around thirty-five, in the prime of youth and rich. It was a tricky process to turn the women around. Some were disgusted and even revolted. Long preaching, passionate sermons, feedback from the sons, and convincing practical experience converted them all. Even fathers were excited at it as it was not necessarily incest. There was no intercourse, no phallus was involved, and their niche was not challenged. Still more important, the children were changed dramatically. They became innocuous, docile, studious, and manageable. The children became very supportive of their mothers in domestic chores like washing cleaning, sweeping, cooking, and even helping mothers in their baths and dressing up. Another interesting development was that complaints from the school narrowed down to zero. Teachers did not complain anymore, there were no more reports of squabbles, violent reactions, or rash behavior. The six children turned very placid and focused on their studies.

The sorority by and by developed a constitution, Liya consulted many and studied similar organizations worldwide to design. Only mothers with a single son could be a member, the son had to be a teenager. All mothers should be equally caring and motherly to all sons, with no consanguineous partiality. Whenever a child desired to have nourishment from a mother, she should not deny him without genuine reasons like illness or menstruation. The sorority should have weekly meetings during the day in one of the houses turn by turn. The mother and child of the host family should be present in the meeting, other mothers need not bring their children. All mothers should have the support and concurrence of their fathers for the activities. The children could go and spend the night with any member family of choice. On Friday evening, the parents could send their children to the house of the child's choice. The mothers are expected not to shave body hair to retain the motherly musk. All mothers are expected to take more fruits, nuts, and milk so that the nutritious feed they produce in the vagina turns more aromatic and delicious. The member families should have a clean background and selection is left to the discretion of the existing members. In effect, all the members were rich, educated, and beautiful. The general practice was that the child of the family should welcome the guests by kissing their feet and the hostess by hugging and kissing her on the cheek.

In one of the weekly meetings, a dignified young lady of around thirty-six appeared with a request for membership. Liya gave a long lecture for the information of all.

'As of now, this is exclusively for mothers with single sons. But I do not find any reason to be gender specific as the bond between mother and child is almost the same. The only difference is that daughter mother bond is more delicate soft and gentle. Mother-son bond is more organic deep and solid. But each mother craves to have a daughter modeled after her. It is a matter of great joy and enthusiasm to have a sweet daughter. There is no substitute for that. Hence believe that all of us crave to have a daughter to pamper. So, if other conditions are satisfied, we can have them, on consensus. The mother-child bond is unique, there is nothing like that. The residual bond between mother and child lasts from womb to tomb. We have to realize that and admit it. A child is at home only when he or she is bonded with the mother. This fact needs to be studied extensively by social scientists. Our children could be test cases and the children outside of the sorority could be the control group. We can fathom the psychological robustness and the resilience of the children who are emotionally well balanced under true motherly care and protection.

The long-term effect of mothers' vaginal nutrition on children also must be studied. My studies show that it has more emotional value, it cements the bond and declares the inseparability. In India and in other tribal societies mother's vagina is venerated. There are temples in which the vagina is venerated. Mother cults are the strong cultural foundation of many ancient tribal societies which are sustainable. Modern society with Judeo-Christian values has distanced a long way away from all that. Ours is not a nonsensical fetishism or vulgar cultural degeneration. This is rooted on pure motherly love and easing out to the imperatives of mother nature.'

At last, it was resolved that mothers with single daughters also could be admitted. The new inductee, Sandra was excited and passionate. She told her story briefly. When she stood up some women gasped because she was a stunning beauty with a thick halo of puffy hair, vivacious glittering eyes that composed poems, delicate enticing lips, bewitchingly glorious breasts that jutted out to the world crowned by bold nipples defying the bra cups. Hers was the body of a dancer, indeed she was a professional dancer and thus her body was perfectly toned and exquisitely proportioned.

'Hello, I am Sandra, my daughter Leona is eighteen and is the classmate of the sons all of you. She is a nice gentle child with regular problems of a growing child ravaged by hormones. The other day she brought me a storybook; it was vulgar indeed. But as we are so close and open to discussing anything, she said that the book reached her from her classmates and that she found the stories intriguing. I was overwhelmed by the stories and the pictures. Though I was taken aback that night I gave a great deal of thought to it. the primordial timeless dormant realization dawned on me just like a flash of lightning. In the morning I took bath and went to my daughter fresh and resolute. I kissed her on the forehead and told her that there was nothing wrong with the story. Leona was tremendously relieved. She came closer to me and put her head on my breast, this was happening after almost a decade. I realize that we should not deny that emotional safety to them, a mother's breast is god's bed where a child finds safety. She inhaled the freshness of my shampoo and soap. suddenly she plunged to the floor and kissed my feet. Then inch by inch raising my gown she kissed me at the places exposed. When she reached her original home, my most sacred and intimate part, she looked up at me as a silent prayer. I was overwhelmed and guided her to the softness and fragrance she was longing for. As a matter of fact, my ex-husband used to do that to me on and off, but nobody to date could give me such a profound and life-changing pleasure. I guess that mothers should not be denied this ecstasy, the children should not be denied this heavenly prerogative, fuck the rotten misogynist morality and revealed codes.'

'Now that it has come to this pass,' Preethy began diffidently, 'I would like to share what I observed.'

'Please do,' they chorused.

'Well, it is very private. I had noticed the organic bond my child has with me. My body is used to playing with my soiled panties. He was happy with them and would sleep away sniffing them. My private smell was heaven to him. With my flavor on, he would eat up any food.' Preethy was blushing.

'That is interesting,' Liya began, 'my son also seems to love my musk. He used to lick my armpits and the sweat between my breasts, I have no idea who taught him to do that. Nature taught him to love his mother musk. I did not breastfeed him, but after medically arresting my lactation, I used to breastfeed him. It was the best way to put him to sleep, and his tender lips used to make me very wet.'

All of them were furtively looking at her epic breasts perfectly wrapped in the bra cups.

'Nobody can resist them, you know, I mean your twin rowers,' Sandra declared.

They applauded. It was agreed upon that the next meeting would be at Sandra's house, and she promptly agreed to it.

Liya was the first to arrive at Sandra's house. Leona came to receive the treasured guest. She kissed her feet like a butterfly, her kiss was so sweetly soft. Liya lifted her up and her whole body fluttered with a strange feeling. The girl was so sweet charming and beautiful. Her motherly instincts came to the fore, Liya held her close and fondled her hair pressing her to the fabulous breast. Leona was lost in oblivious bliss. By and by other members arrived and they were all thrilled by the charm and beauty of the child. They took turns to pamper and fondle her. But she was more fascinated by Liya's breasts. At a certain stage, she hugged Liya and fell to her feet, and kissed those legendary feet. Everybody understood what she wanted.

'My sweet child, I had fed Appu half an hour ago, there may not be much left for you, and I may not climax now to feed you.'

Still, the child kissed her way up the legs. Liya also was excited to feed her and contrary to her expectations she was already overflowing, and her gusset was very wet. As the girl was very charming, she was powerfully excited. Shortly she fed the child with a mouthful and sat on the sofa, spent out. Leona licked her lips and settled close to Maria, a sweet lady with nice breasts. Actually, all the mothers had flooded their panties watching the sight and wanted to feed her if she was inclined so.

When she recovered, Liya opened her bag and pulled out an expensive crimson gown with a lot of frills and embroidery on it.

'This I bought for my daughter. I had no idea what you looked like, but I imagined this would be good on you.'

Leona jumped and grabbed it happily.

'Thank you, mommy,' she cried out.

'Let us try it on you,' Maria said.

They removed her dress down to her panties. She had breasts as large as a large sized orange and her nipples were pointed.

'One day these will be the pleasures of a child as old as you,' Liya said. Leona giggled. Many mothers lovingly fondled those breasts and even kissed the tips. They tried the gown on her and zipped up. The girl whirled around proudly, and all women gathered around in profound appreciation. All mothers realized that their nipples were hardening, and breasts were painfully swelling out in the bra cups. Also, they felt precious nectar seeping down their gussets. All of them hoped that the child would come to their houses one day or the other. Leona, on the other hand, was at the zenith of excitement and wanted to have all the seven mothers right there. After the meeting and repast, all women parted profoundly excited to have a daughter as charming as her. They were wondering how to decorate her, how to clad her, and how to pamper her when she comes as a guest. They were delirious fancying how she was going to feed on them.

The next day I went out shopping with Liya and LIssy. Liya was driving and Lissy engaged the front seat. I observed the rich clouded cascade of Lissy's hair and appreciated it. Then I pulled the thick cloud out from her back and ran my fingers on it. The feel was silken and soft like the autumn breeze. Liya observed it and said in mock seriousness, ' do not violate Lissy.'

'It is so smooth and thick; I cannot help myself.'

Lissy smiled and said, ' let her play with it, I am enjoying it, it will produce more honey for my child waiting at home.'

'The bra selected for me by Tommy is doing the same to me, the cups perfectly hug and comfort my girls. Now I feel that they have a life of their own, like your hair it has an erotic effect,' Liya said.

'Very true, the bra he bought for me is performing wonders. He seems to be an expert,' I said.

'That is not all, he selects the right one and you have to let him adjust it for you. He will adjust the strap to make the cups fit in and proper under support is ensured. That makes the girls tingly and alive all the time,' Liya said.

'All of us should consult and take him to shop when it comes to buying bras and panties,' I said.

'That is interesting, I want to him at the earliest to get the right ones,' Lissy said.

'Of all my six sons, Tommy is the best as far as I know in pleasing women,' Liya observed. I felt very proud of my son.

'How is our son Joyal?' I asked Lissy.

'Oh, he is so sweet and caring. the innocence in his eyes makes me wet. I want to feed him from my pussy whenever he bathes me with his crystal-clear innocence. As a matter of fact, I am lately lactating, by breastfeeding him all night. I guess I need proper bras.'

'We should exchange children more vigorously to know each other. The pleasure Tommy gave me is a thousand times better than my ancient honeymoon.' Liya confessed.

'The cherubic face and innocence in the eyes of Appu are also very touching. His presence during the weekend kept me wet all along. He is the one who started it all,' I said, kissing the hair. Lissy giggled. She opened a couple of buttons from her shirt of Liya and took a deep examining look.

'Yes, these girls are very cozy in the cups and the colour perfectly matches your complexion, like butter and butter paper,' Lissy said.

'I am driving, the traffic police may not be amused,' Liya laughed.

At the mall we met Sandra accidentally, she joined us.

'I need a son for the weekend. Leona is obsessed with Liya's breasts, so probably can I have Appu for the weekend?' she asked.

'Appu is going to Anna anyway, he is hypnotized by her huge mid-section, I guess. And Tommy will be coming to me. I was dreaming of having him all to myself for three days. Our trip to Munnar has changed everything. But having Leona is really enticing. Hence, the solution is this, Appu goes to Anna, Leona comes to me and you take Tommy, he is the best as far as I know. You will never forget him.'

'Agreed,' Sandra clapped quite pleased.

'During the summer vacation, I may go for a dancing tour to the north. My plan is to leave Leona in the safe hands of one of the mothers and take a son with me.'

'You can leave her here, but it is not necessary to take a son along in the journey,' Liya said.

'But I need a son to sleep with at night,' she said, 'by the way, I am going to the lingerie shop, I need some undies.'

'No, period. You take Tommy he will select for you; we are now dependent on him for that.'

'It is all the same, mine is a perfectly toned dancer's body, my breasts are in good shape by proper exercise.'

'Still, you try his wisdom and you will find the difference. My nipples have never been this sensitive,' Liya said. Sandra furtively stole a look at Liya's breast. Liya was a divorcee and lived with her daughter.

'By the way, can we go for a north Indian tour during the summer, we and our children. Let them see the capital,' Lissy asked.

'That is wonderful, I can arrange that,' Sandra said, 'but it will be very sultry and hot there.'

'We will brave it,' Liya said. On Friday evening Sandra came in her car and collected Tommy, then proceeded to Liya where she was to drop Leona, Appu was to come to me on his own.

When she reached Liya, Leona flipped out of the car and ran into the arms of Liya, she put her head possessively on Liya' breast. Liya fondled her and said to Sandra, 'Sandra I did not feed him this evening, you may do it at home.'

'I did not feed Leona either, she was all excited to meet you.'

Liya called out to Tommy and hugged him to her breast, 'my sweet precious child,' she cooed.

When Sandra and Tommy were gone Liya held her daughter closely. She ran her fingers in the girl's hair.

'I hear that you love my breasts dear,' Liya teased.

'Very much,' she kissed each nipple.

'Come let us go to the bedroom, you must be famished,' Liya guided her.

Leona broke into a dance in the bedroom, she was bubbling with excitement.

'Come help me out of this dress,' Liya invited.

Leona unclipped Liya's hair and let it fall. Then she opened the buttons of her shirt, her subtle fluttering fingers danced over the magnificent breasts. Then she unclasped the bra hugging her and reaching out to her back. Next was the cotton skirt and sandals.

'Sweet child have your full,' Liya spread herself on the bed.

Leona began to nibble at her feet. Her kisses were feathery and soft. Though she had sexual relations with women abroad, a girl was touching her after many years. From her thighs, the girl suddenly moved to the top and fluffed her hair. She buried her face in the silken cloud. Sandra apparently had trained her well, and she seemed to have a natural taste for women. She kissed Liya's eyes, cheeks, and ears. When she reached the breasts, a long time had passed. Liya purred and relaxed, stretching her legs. The girl worshipped the perfect mounts for hours together. Purring as a cat Liya lay there. The girl's tongue and fingers were very agile and brisk. The freshness of the girl's hair was enticing. It had the aroma of pure nature.

'You must be famished, have your feed and then you can have my breasts as much as you want,' Liya reminded. 'I cannot leave these marvelous girls. I want a pair like yours. Sandra Mommy's girls are not this soft or this big.'

Still, she wandered down. Honey drops had settled on the bed, like deliquescent butter. She dived into the aroma, Liya whimpered and convulsed. The girl took one swipe of the honey from the labia and swished it in her mouth to revel in the taste. Then she wanted more, still more. Liya raised her legs and encouraged the girl by fondling her head and frantically running her fingers in the hair. Liya realized that an eruption was building up.

'I am coming child, be ready,' she whined. The child applied her tongue and braced up her mouth to receive the precious manna. When it came, it came in convulsive squirts. The hungry girl lapped it up to the last dreg. Filled, the girl came to her breast again and they slept, Liya breastfeeding her. It was dark when they woke up. Leona resumed her adoration of the breast.

'Tomorrow we will go shopping dear,' Liya told her.

'Oh sure, I like it, I like these breasts.'

A couple of days slipped away like seconds, both of them were in delirious bliss. The world outside was dead to them.

I, in the meantime, taught Appu the secret of success of Tommy. After feeding him the honey of my own flavour, I guided him to my rectum.

'Look child, here lies the secret of success,' he was intrigued. With the humility of a devout pilgrim at a shrine, he inserted his tongue between my buttocks. Once there, he was addicted and strained for more. He licked and sucked on the hole for a long making me produce spurts of honey.

Sandra was excited like a timebomb to have a son of her own. She beamed with happiness. Tommy sat in the car openly appreciating her muscular body.

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'Honey, on the way I would like to buy a few bras and panties, will you help me?' she asked patting his head.

'No need of that Mommy, I have taken care of that,' he said.

When he called her so, a spasm developed in her pussy, she was getting wet already.

'That is a strange romantic hero. How did you manage that?'

'I had collected your measurement through Leona, and I had studied your photographs from various angles collected through Leona.'

'It is so sweet of you, my sweet child.' She was overwhelmed.

Back at the cool sanctuary of the home, she closed the front door and retired into their own world. They went to her bedroom.

'Shall I help you undress, mommy?'

His words went straight to her pussy, she felt moisture spreading.

'That will be very kind of you dear.'

He opened her hair and kissed it. Then he opened her shirt, taking his time, his fingers trembling by the proximity of those enticing delectable cones. Her shirt was sweaty, he kissed the armpits of the shirt. She laughed. She had a black lacy bra on. He opened it and licked away the sweat from her breast to her armpit. She was frizzy and bubbling. It was time to open her jeans, he did it expertly. He shucked down her black moist panties and frantically sniffed its inside, his nostrils flared.

'I need them later,' he cautiously folded panties and put them aside. At last, he removed her footwear.

'Are you hungry child?' she asked.

Instead of answering he knelt on the floor and kissed her belly button, she squealed.

'If you are hungry, I will go and take bath to feed you dear.'

'Take a bath after feeding me mommy,' he said, Goosebumps bloomed on her body. He kissed and licked all over her naval area above the pubic hair. She ran her fingers in his hair. He touched her feet with his lips and gave her a dragging kiss. She collapsed to her bed and spread her thighs. He continued to worship her legs and thighs; her thighs quivered. She opened up for him, to feed her dear precious son. He sniffed and kissed softly for a while to prolong the ecstasy. When his tongue touched her soft oozing core she shrieked like a cat. He slurped her honey, made exclusively for her darling.

'Ahh, be ready dear, I am going to explode,' she warned. He did not let slip even a single drop of the squirt, for him it was as holy as the holy wafer, the holy communion. She had never had such a fissile orgasm; she never knew it existed. With her ex-husband she had never had an orgasm, with her current lesbian friends she gets moderate orgasms, more than orgasm she treasured the intimacy and camaraderie of her female friends in her profession.

'So, this is it,' she said to nobody, regurgitating the tectonic moments of stars falling, heavens singing and mountains dancing. He gently guided her to the ground using his tongue as a steering wheel. Once she was on safe territory, he moved down to her icky anus. She was petrified.

'No, it is dirty dear, let me take bath and wash it clean if you want,' she put her hand on his head.

'Please mommy, let me feast on this aroma, on this taste of heaven.'

She was helpless and weak to resist him. From embarrassment, her sensation catapulted to an excruciating pleasure. Her whole body was throbbing, her vagina was pulsing and convulsing, her underbelly was melting, her anus was spasmodically pouting, and she was trembling in the throes of death. She was losing control, she thought faeces and urine were coming out.

'Oh god, oh god help me through,' she sobbed and screamed. The next moment flood gates were open, she flooded her darling with a copious flux of purest honey. He struggled not to spill it.

She was too exhausted and masticated to do anything, he came up and settled his face between her breasts. They slept quite pleased. It was a profound sleep without pills after so long. When she opened her eyes, night had settled outside, Tommy was eating the gusset of her used panties, quite incensed by its pungent musk.

'Precious child let me go and take a bath, I am in a shambles,' she said.

'Can I help you?'

'Not today sweet one, another day, it is a blessing that I have a son as precious as you,' she kissed him on the head.

When she came out, he helped her dry her long hair and she was looking for a nightgown.

'No let me help you,' he opened his bag and pulled out a thick set of panties bras and a rose sheer thin nightgown.

He helped her put on the panties, they were close fitting and comfortably tight. He had chosen a rose one matching the nighty. Then he picked a bra that exactly had the color of her breasts. The breasts did not need any support. He tucked in the breasts and adjusted the straps. It gave a feeling that somebody was affectionately hugging them, the apex of the cups sweetly tickled the nipples. She kissed him on his crown quite moved with pleasure. Then he tried the nighty on her, he smoothed it and put the buttons between her breasts. The garment hugged her underscoring her curves. He ran his hands lightly over the gown. She stood before the mirror and surveyed the effect. She decided to put it on when her lesbian lover turns up. The effect would be terrific.

They went to the kitchen to fix dinner. To her surprise, it was already ready.

'When did it happen?' she asked.

'When you are in the bathroom.'

She collected him to her breast and kissed him on his crown. She was in seventh heaven. She did not want the world outside to intrude, she wanted it to last.

He adored her anatomy till midnight, and they slept with her nipple in his mouth. Even in deep sleep she experienced him sucking on her in his slumber.

Thus, two days passed, as if in a dream, fresh and fragrant. When he was dropped at my house, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

'Thank you, dear mother, for giving me a son as precious as Tommy. He transmuted my life once and for all. I cannot be the same again.'

'You are welcome, I am happy that our son is so nice to women, given his incorrigible background.'

'As a mother, I consider myself fortunate to have him as my son,' Sandra declared. I hugged Tomy to my breast and proudly kissed him.

'Did you feed him this evening?' I ASKED.

'I could not help it, I had to.'

'It is alright, I had fed Appu, he was so eager to feed on me before leaving. Hence, it is perfectly alright.'

When Appu had turned up from my house at Liya's she was going to take bath, Leona was glued to her breast to the last and was reluctant to leave her to the last moment. She smiled happily at him and he straight went into her arms. She kissed him and he put his head lovingly on her breast.

'I need a bath, dear,' she told him. She wanted to wash clean from Leona, she reeked of raw sex. She walked to the bathroom and he followed naturally. When he opened her gown, he was happy to be back in her company. He peeled away the thin gown and her impeccably shaped breasts clad in bra emerged.

'I love this bra, it makes your breasts magnificent,' he said kissing them.

'It is because my sons take care of them,' she smiled. He knelt to remove her underskirt and panties, the marvelous view of her breasts from below was fascinating. He sat there feasting on the breasts.

'Are they beautiful from below?' she asked.

'There is nothing as beautiful as that.' Reluctantly he removed the bra which obstinately stuck on to the gland.

He washed her feet, legs, backside, and front. Then he applied shampoo to her hair. When they were finished, she noticed that he was all wet.

'You are all wet, remove that shirt child precious,' she opened his shirt.

'What is this?" she was appalled. On his chest, her beautiful picture was tattooed.

'Why did you do this child?'

'I wanted to be near to you all the time, no matter where I am. In all troubles when I look at you, I am confident and alright.'

She hugged him and pushed a nipple into his mouth. He suckled eagerly. They came out of the bathroom and she asked for something to put on. All mothers had given that choice to their sons. He searched the wardrobe and brought out a rose sheer gown, rose panties and bra, all bought by Tommy. He put on her bra and panties and perfectly tucked in the breasts. The gown was left open. Appu went to his study as there was homework. She stood behind him with the gown open and both breasts gracing the back of his head. She helped him solve the problems often leaning over, pressing her breast on his head, enveloping him in her fragrance. Once the studies were over, they went to prepare dinner together. During dinner, she experimented with the erotic method tried on Tomy. She chewed food and poured it into his mouth; he was excited. They went to bed as there was the school in the morning.

'Mommy, Anna mommy taught me a wonderful thing,' he whispered into her breast.

'Show me dear,' she disengaged her breast from his warm mouth.

'Kindly open up your legs,' he said. She did so.

He dived down on her. Instantly she understood what he wanted to do, what Tommy had been doing all the while. But she did not want to disappoint her precious child. He widened the valley between the buttocks and burrowed his way to her anus. She had been missing that attention.

'Oh baby,' she encouraged him running her fingers in his hair. He gently teased her puckered opening with his tongue. His saliva and the juices she was producing mixed up at the warm opening. The sensation was exquisite. She encouraged him to buck up. He twirled his tongue and gently forced it inside. The opening was becoming more flexible and softer. It became a mad duel, between his tongue and her anus. She erupted and collapsed after a long while, even Tommy had not been able to penetrate the orifice. Then he licked up the flowing honey from the furry bed above giving her another powerful orgasm.

They went to sleep keeping her breast in his mouth and fondling him. Before the realities faded, she whispered into his ear, 'dear baby we are going for a north Indian tour in late April.'

He hugged her, devouring more of her breast.

They, seven mothers and seven children, converged at Cochin airport in different cars. All mothers were in shirts and jeans. Being health conscious, all the dignified ladies in their mid-thirties looked slim and in the prime of health and vitality. All of them had well-defined breasts and most of them had enticing backs also. People of both sexes and all nationalities gathered there looked at them and thought that life is at its prime for them. After checking in they waited at the gate paired into mother and children, irrespective of the biological bond. Leona was sticking on to Salini, obsessed with her breasts. Tommy was an appendage of Liya, and she seemed to have a strong bond with him. Appu as usual was attached to me, finding many reasons to feel my butts. I enjoyed the attention, he loved my breasts also, they are comparable to those of Liya. Tomy was finding different pretexts to get closer to Liya, he was found adjusting her shirt buttons, smoothing her shirttail, and removing imaginary specs from her dress and hair.

While boarding the plane, an air hostess was seen checking out Liya. Her eyes were glued to Liya's breasts. With an embarrassed blush she welcomed Liya and Tomy. Liya noticed that her name was Seema and behind her nameplate, there bulged out a splendid pair of breasts. Her face was fresh and lively like a rising full moon in November. Her well-oiled hair was braided and coiled into a bum, behind her cap. Her patterned saree and blue-green blouse had an enticing appeal. While settling down, she came closer and opened the top rack as if checking something and adjusting the bags. Liya looked up and watched the mouth-watering bulge of her breasts in the blouse. Then she bent over and pretended to help Tomy put on the belt, while doing so she made sure that her breasts were touching the stretched arm of Liya, and she was closely absorbing the wonders perched in Liya's shirt. She floated about like a floating wraith of consolidated beauty, slim and well chiseled. Right across the flight, she hovered around Liya, asking Tomy whether he was alright, bending over and adjusting his seat belt.

Liya whispered to Tomy, ' dear one, her attention has a benefit for you, do you know what?'

'What mommy?' he asked.

'What I will give you when we reach our lodge?'

'Hmm, something that I treasure most.. are they the panties you are wearing?'

'Exactly dear. The air hostess is making me load it with enough honey,' she whispered and laughed. He grabbed her hand and kissed it in a surge of passion.

'Mommy, can I sleep with you all through this tour, I do not want any other mommy, it is my dream.'

'Sure dear, you will sleep with me,' she patted him and pulled him closer putting her beautiful hand on his shoulder.

While disembarking, I observed Seema passing a piece of paper into Liya's hand. She was so beautiful that even women were attracted to her. Once outside the airport, she opened her fist and read the message, 'call me, this is my number...'

The accommodation Sandra had arranged with her dancing fraternity connection in Delhi was a dormitory, very hot and infested with mosquitoes, and the space was not enough for all of them. Sandra said that she was leaving to spend the night with her lesbian friend in Delhi, still, space was not enough. They were sweating profusely; it will be a nightmare to spend the night there. Then Liya had an idea, she called Seema on the phone. On the other end, Seema was excited, she was waiting for the call on tenterhooks.

'Hello, I am Liya, you gave me the number on the plane.'

'Oh yes, I was waiting for your call. I somehow hoped that you would call me. I am all alone here.'

'Can I bring my son also with me?'

'Er.. yes, of course, I will come and collect you, where are you?'

She gave the address. Liya told me that Tomy was going with her as she had promised him so, I agreed, I was sure that Liya is a perfect mother to him. They both waited outside of the dormitory in the descending darkness. Tomy strained to inhale her musk from her neck and armpits as she was bathed in sweat.

'Wait darling, you will get enough of me,' she admonished and patted him.

A car pulled in; Seema was still in the same uniform.

'Hello, I did not change as I was waiting for your call,' she said.

'That is good, you look more beautiful in the saree,' Liya said.

Liya sat in the front seat, Tomy went to the back seat. Seema drove the car. Once on the move, he opened Liya's hair and began to kiss and smell it. Seema smoothly drove the car in the Delhi traffic.

'My flat is just ten minutes away,' she said.

'Where did you get this beauty from?' Liya asked.

'It is in the blood, I am Punjabi brahmin, and where did you get yours?'

'I am Syrian Christian. As for my breasts, it is in the family I guess.'

Seema looked at Tomy and winked.

'Don't worry about my son, he is my soul mate. We sleep together and bath together.'

'I see, it is interesting.'

They reached the condominium and she parked her car in the underground car park. They moved to the lift; Seema held the hand of Liya. Her hand was soft and smooth like a piece of silk. Liya pulled Tomy close in the lift and naturally every hug is between breasts and face as mothers are around one foot taller than their children at that age.

Seema blinked and watched how the mother offered the bed of her breasts to her son. Now they are in the safety and seclusion of her flat. Seema said she had to change from the heavy dress. Liya said that Tomy would help her.

Tomy came forward and removed all the pins from her hair and opened it like a cascade. Then he removed the pins and pulled out the saree. Her breasts in the blouse appeared.

'You are a sight,' Liya said.

'So are you, we both are of the same size I guess.'

'I think so.'

Tomy opened the blouse with tender care. He peeled it off and by instinct, he sniffed its armpit.

'Don't worry he is fond of the womanly musk,' Liya said.

'Look mommy, Seema mommy has a perfect bra. The cups envelop and support the glories inside, the straps take on the right amount of weight,' Tomy said, reverently surveying the splendorous beauty.

'He is an expert Seema; he is the one who buys my undergarments and fits them on me.'

Seema had recovered from her abashed reservation and was enjoying the attention.

'Have you ever slept with teenage children?'

'No never, only with luscious women like you.'

'You will find the difference, not like men, a thousand times better, not like women a hundred times better.'

Seema laughed. He unclasped and removed the bra. Then he knelt and pulled out the saree from the underskirt. The underskirt followed; feminine musk filled the room. He removed the fashionable high-heel sandals and then pulled down her panties which were damp and exuded a heavy aroma.

'You smell so sweet, it has a youthful freshness,' Liya said.

'On my period it does not smell so sweet,'

'Nobody's does.'

'Let me wash and come back,' she pulled out a thin gown fresh bra, and panties and went to the bathroom.

'Now it is our turn dear,' Liya invited him.

He darted to her and buried his nose in her armpit. Then he opened her buttons and removed the shirt. She opened her armpit for him. He licked from the side of her breast to the armpit and ingested all the salts and minerals accumulated there. Then he removed her bra and jeans, pulled down her panties and looked deep into them.

'It is mostly sweat, dear.'

He eagerly licked its gusset and turned to her fragrant garden. He licked the sweat and honey accumulated there and inhaled deep. While they are engrossed in the pleasures Seema emerged fresh and clean. Suddenly they parted, but Seema had seen it all. Liya and Tomy went to the bathroom to freshen up. He bathed and cleaned her with meticulous dedication. They came out and Tomy picked up a translucent gown and matching panties and bra for her. Then he went to the bathroom again to take bath.

'You look very very edible,' Seema said.

'Once my child is asleep, we can make love as much as you want, he will sleep like a log when he gets what he needs.'

'Alright, I can wait.'

'If you want, I could share him with you, if you are interested. You will never be looking back after that.'

'Let me see,' she said mysteriously.

They had a simple dinner, Liya and Tomy shared one packet, Seema the other.

After food Tomy went to the bathroom and washed her used panties and bra, then he came out and asked whether Seema's should be washed.

She said she would do it in the morning. In the meantime, Liya had removed her clothes, and Seema was feasting on that wondrous specimen of womanhood. Tomy began at her trembling toes as usual. From her thighs, he darted to her breast and armpits and kissed his worshipping way down. She fed him a mouthful of her nutrient in the first orgasm. Then she widened her legs and lifted her thighs. He went to the anus a fish taking to the waters. She knew the storm building up, an earth-shattering storm. He was familiar with the cues and go ready to receive the life-giving reward. She shot straight into his inner mouth, a few more squirts followed, and she calmed down. Seema was in a hypnotic trance.

Quite spent out, Liya lay on the bed. She asked Seema whether she needed him. In reply, she removed her gown and inner garments. Tomy made love to her toes, to every inch of her long slim legs, to her thighs. Then he played with her hair for long, kissing it sniffing it, and massaging her scalp. He made love to those breasts for one hour and she had a few minor orgasms. At last, she nudged him to move down south.

He went wild in the trimmed garden and the pure feminine aroma was intoxicating. His ministrations with his love, with his mouth, with his tongue, made her come elegantly, feeding him with what sustained him. Then he moved down, nobody had done that to her. He loved the taste and aroma in the deeper nook. She kept on coming and feeding him for hours. Then she realized curious changes in her, she was going to burst, she was going to die. She tried to cry aloud. Nothing happened.

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She saw the stars falling down in thousands, she heard a piece of sweet music, she had reached the pylon of heaven. Remotely she felt that she had lost control over her body and her body was behaving strangely. She felt shots of manna spouting out from her and he is receiving it. It was much later when she came back to her senses. He was still gently and piously worshipping her feminine shrine with his gentle tongue. With no more words, they went to sleep, Liya feeding Tomy from her breast. Deep at midnight, Seema whispered in Liya's ears, 'Liya, I need you. I am satiated but I cannot have you again on another day.'

Liya languidly opened her eyes and on mutual consent, they oriented to sixty-nine. They shared many more climaxes, occasionally slipping to slumber and again becoming active. When Tomy woke up in the morning, they were still in that position and fast asleep.

The next day Seema took them to the dormitory, and they parted with a kiss. When they went inside the inmates were in various activities. The mothers and children were going to the bathroom in pairs. Bobby was fixing a sanitary napkin in Maya's panties. Leona was sucking on Salini's breasts. Appu was polishing the toenails of Anna. Joyal was lost in licking the used panties of his mother.

Sandra had arrived with her Kashmiri friend Jasmine, a cool sweet lady in her twenties. She was in a tight-fitting churidar and head scarf. Being young, she had very beautiful physical features and her smile was haunting. She offered to be the guide on the city tour.

By afternoon they were all exhausted. Seema called Liya and wondered whether she would be free and whether she could come alone. Fortunately, in the meantime, jasmine had cornered Tomy behind the bus and hugged him asking whether he could sleep with her. Sandra had told her many things about Tomy. He said yes provided Liya approved of it. Liya frowned and thought about Seema's offer. Seema had desired to make love to her in the real feminine way without any distractions. She agreed.

Jasmine smiled and hailed a tri wheeler. They scooted through the squalid lanes and reached a small room on the fourth floor.

'Now I am in your hands Tomy,' she smiled sweetly, 'prove to me that Sandra was right.'

She looked down at him, he was a cute child with all the freshness of a teenager.

'I don't do anything, mommy gives me honey from down there,' he said timidly.

She was moved, she sat close to him. Already moisture was spreading in her.

'Cute child, I can also give you honey, take me as your elder sister.'

She brought his head to her chest and fondled him. 'But first, we must change and take bath,' she reminded.

'Can I have the honey before taking bath?'

'Well, I can give you fresh honey, I have been oozing from this morning thinking about you. Because of the heat of the day, I may be stinking down there,' she said cuddling him.

A new light burned in his eyes, 'I love the mommy smell.'

But from the folds of her multilayer clothes, a different smell was wafting, the curious mix of different perfumes and sweat. He removed her head scarf which had covered all of her head and almost her entire face except for a slit along her vivacious eyes. To his surprise, she was a stunning beauty.

He ran his feathery fingers along her alabaster soft rosy cheeks and opened her coiled-up hair, it tumbled and spread like a cascade of chestnut leaves in early winter. He buried his face in it, the musk of perspiration and shampoo permeated his lungs. More vigorously he inhaled. He had an urge to lick her neck, but he just nibbled the back of her ears. Then he removed the top of her churidar.

Suddenly he understood what was wrong, her bra was not serving the purpose, the cups were misplaced, and were not of proper size. From the outside, it was impossible to guess what was inside the churidar. Her breasts were perfect in size shape and feel, almost like Liya mommi's. He removed the obscene bra that never served the purpose. The musk of sweat bellowed. He nuzzled and sniffed.

Without ever noticing it, he had begun to lick. He licked the aureole, the furiously sticking out nipples, the luscious valley in between, the bulbous slope from nipple to the armpit, the armpits, and then back to the nipples. Curious sounds originated from her, she pressed him to her white alabaster breast and climaxed.

She kissed him deep on his furry head. He still explored and licked her breasts. His fingers kept on making love to her softness on their own. His humble ministrations airlifted her to exalted levels of sensuality. Shortly she whimpered again and came with a shudder. Nobody had ever made her come, making love to her buttery breasts. Getting impatient, she guided him downwards. She lifted her butt to help him remove her pants. Very feminine musk filled the room. Quite mesmerized, he buried his face in her panties.

A pungent smell hit him; she widened her thighs. The gusset was soggy and very wet, she had flooded it. She spread herself on the bed and lifted her torso to help him remove the panties. The whole pubic area was messy with mouth-watering syrup. He attacked it like an elephant in the sugarcane field. She humped her torso and came, it was a beginning only, for the next three hours he was fed from her and at least a dozen times she had come. He absolutely loved her taste; it had a unique flavour. At last, she lay in a semi-stupor, spent out and done. When she lay still in suspended animation, he got bold enough to explore. He lifted her knees and widened her thighs and drifted downwards to her delicious nether hole. It was icky and sticky, he licked it with new enthusiasm. She whimpered, he got bolder.

In her semi-consciousness, she pressed against his mouth. She pressured the hole with his tongue. She heard herself crying and laughing and her butt was dancing in the throes of redeeming love and death. She stretched her thighs to get more of him. Despite herself, strange things were happening to her, she had lost control of her body. It rebelled against her will and danced. She felt an intense pain relieving. All the tensions and fatigue of the day were being washed out. She exploded like a broken flood gate and in the flooding convulsions, a long solid cylindrical tard of feces was pushed into his mouth. In the heat of the moment, he enjoyed it and ecstatically ate it.

Suddenly she came to her senses and was petrified.

'Sorry honey, did I defecate into your innocent mouth?' she fluffed his hair.

'Yes, I enjoyed it, it was exciting.'

'Very sorry, very sorry, I did not know it coming. Please do not tell mommy about this.'

'Yes.'

They lay there like that recuperating, it was already past midnight. After half an hour she said that they should take bath. He bathed her and when she was gone, he took bath. They slept, she sleepily feeding him from her vagina, occasionally coming occasionally sleeping. Early in the morning, they slipped into a profound dreamless sleep, exhausted.

Around seven somebody knocked at her door. Quite groggy and disoriented, she got up to the persistent knock. She had no clothes on, the child was sleeping like a log. She put a blanket around her and slightly opened the door to check. Seema Liya and Sandra stood there, they barged in and found the child sleeping. He had his clothes on. They were relieved.

That night Liya could not sleep well, she was afraid that the stranger might misuse the child and violate him. Nobody had touched his private parts. In her lustful dream to spend quality time with Seema, she let it happen. She was sorry for that. Sandra had consoled her that Jasmine was a lesbian and will not violate the child. Still, they were not very sure. All three luscious women were happy and relieved. In the meantime, Jasmine had lost her blanket and stood there naked. All three women were furtively checking out that living paragon of feminine perfection.

'You look so beautiful and full,' Sandra embraced and kissed her lover. They were in a deep kiss, taking the cue Liya and Seema moved into each other's arms. Shortly clothes were flying. On either side of the bed, on the floor, the women coiled up like snakes and made love. They were raving and throbbing. Seema was making up for the spoiled night, and so was Liya. All of the slept once again quite relaxed and spent.

They got up late in the morning when Tomy kissed Liya on her fragrant pussy. Tomy helped them all to put on clothes.

'Thank you for giving company to my son,' Liya said to Jasmine by way of parting.

'It was my pleasure; I have never had such a delicious night. Your son is a gem, no woman can turn her back on him.' She pulled Tomy to her breast.

'Thank you,' Liya pulled him to her, Tomy tried to open her shirt.

'Wait, dear son, we are in a hurry to visit Agra,' Liya offered her breast over the shirt.

Seema shook hands with Jasmine.

'You are a wonderful woman, I live close by, perhaps we could meet and give company to each other,' she said.

'Sure, I look forward to that,' they embraced and kissed, their hands automatically cupping the breasts lovingly. There was a desire in their eyes.

Back in the dormitory, they were impatiently waiting, the bus was ready. Still, I pulled my son to the dormitory as I was missing him. I hugged him and asked how his night was, then I had to feed him from my breast, I was missing that touch, the touch of my own blood. Liya came in and said that they were in a hurry to go to Agra, I let him go.

On Delhi Agra expressway Tomy sat with Liya, they were holding each other and whispering.

'Tell me, son, did that woman by any chance touch your private parts?'

'No mommy'

'Did she force you into anything, such as pressing your middle body to her private parts?'

'No.'

'Sandra mommy had assured me, still, I was worried.. I should not have put my precious darling into the hands of a stranger. It will never happen again.'

'I missed you.'

'So did I, when I took bath, put on the bra and panties, when I flooded into Seema's mouth, when I slept without your face on my breast, and when I thought that I had put you into vulnerability.'

'But it was nice, her honey was very wonderful and aromatic, she kept me feeding deep into the morning.'

'Dear, each woman has a unique taste, it changes with time. In the prime of youth, she tastes great, during ovulation she is at her best near menstruation she may not taste that good. It is like the flower that loves butterflies and gives honey and nourishment. A woman offers her honey to the one she loves absolutely. No woman can fake it, in love alone she gives honey.'

'When she loves intensely, will she give something more mommy?'

'What?' she was alert now, she protectively held him close.

'I promised her not to tell anybody.'

'I am your mother, there is no secret between us.'

'It was not her fault; she was almost unconscious after many bouts of flooding my mouth. When I was enjoying the sweetness of hers deep down there, she lost control of herself and pushed a long nice tart into my mouth, I swallowed it before realizing what it was.'

'Bloody hell, I could not sleep last night with a premonition that something was not good with you.'

'But I enjoyed it, it had an ecstatic intimacy.'

'In that deep intimacy I also have an urge to do that, but I control myself.'

'I wish you would bless me like that.'

'Oh, my poor baby, how can I live without you. I was overwhelmed when Appu tattooed his chest, he is part of my body and soul. But you are equally dear, more dear in certain aspects.'

'I also wanted to tattoo, the picture of yours on mine, I had taken it on my mobile. I wanted to do it myself but Appu told me that my mommy will be sad. That is true I do not want to make her sad. She is so nice; her breasts are as good as yours.'

'Oh, my precious innocent angel,' she pressed his head to her chest.

'Shall we sleep together tonight?'

'Of course, Leona wants me to feed her. Bobby's mommy is on her period, I was thinking of feeding him. But there are many mothers to do that, yes dear we will sleep together.' She kissed his hair.

'All of us have decided to keep a symbol of fellowship in our prayer rooms. I insisted that it could be a photograph of your breasts. We could pray to that symbol before exams and all. There is no symbol of God better than that, a sanctuary of comfort and safety. I, Appu, and Leona are for your breasts, others want a hairy pussy probably that of Sandra mommy, they say it is the symbol of lost paradise.'

'Yes, dear we need a symbol as a mother cult and breasts are more acceptable, I guess. Anyway, thank you for loving me so much.' She patted him and furtively took his hand and pressed it on her left breast.

'You like this one or this one,' he asked opening his mobile phone and showing her the photos. The first one was her breasts with erect nipples and puckered areolas and a candle illuminating them the other was female genitalia, probably that of Sandra.

'I like both dear, both are beautiful, and both are places our children draw nutrition from.'

After having visited the Taj Mahal, Agra Fort, and Fatehpur Sikri, they were all exhausted by the heat ad reached Delhi late at night. Liya checked into a hotel with Tomy as the dormitory was not spacious enough. She collapsed on the bed and stretched her limbs. Tomy put his head on her breast and relaxed, he felt very much at home.

'What a day,' she exclaimed and in an absent-minded way fondled him. When she was relaxed properly, he burrowed deep into her armpit.

'Son, remember the outside of the shirt has germs,' she admonished and opened her shirt, he assisted. He lapped up the sweet sweat from her armpit and cleavage.

'Do you like the smell there, child?'

'Oh yes, it is almost like the smell in my heaven down there,' he cooed.

'Dear one, we keep our armpit hair and pubic hair to retain the aroma for you. Appu had once tried to shave me down there and in the armpits, then I thought of you.'

When he was finished, he opened her hair and buried his face in it. Then he massaged her scalp and she felt quite refreshed and lively. She relaxed languidly. He removed her footwear and kissed the sole of her feet, she giggled. She widened her legs and put her arms under her head with a smile. He opened her jeans and removed them.

Then he massaged her legs from feet to upper thigh with his nimble hands and tongue. After a while she found him dragging his nose along the bulge of her panty. She cajoled him with endearing words. She lifted her torso indicating her desire to be completely disrobed. He pulled down the last remnant of fabric on her body. She fed her famished child for half an hour with occasional floods and climaxes. At a later stage, she opened her thighs wide silently conveying a desire. He moved down and pressed his nose to her opening and inhaled deeply that therapeutic aroma. She whimpered in the throes of giving. For many hours they remained like that, she mewing in a high state of arousal and jerking her anus to his hungry mouth.

'Sweet mommy,' he cried.

'Yes, dear.'

She liked the build-up and always stopped short of the cataclysmic climax, she did so by adjusting the tempo. It was deep into the night, they needed rest.

'Darling are you ready for the ultimate act of love?' she asked.

'Yes, dear mommy.'

'This will be a secret between us, okay.'

'okay sure.'

She got up, squatted above his mouth, and gently took his head in both hands, latching his mouth to her secret room. She was in an unusually high state of arousal and pumped her anus into his mouth.

'Oh dear, dear god, oh dear,' she wailed, and a rare stream of tears rolled down from her eyes, tears of ultimate joy and union.

'Oh dear,' she pushed a precious golden tard into his hungry mouth. He received it like holy communion, uniting them forever. He swallowed it without chewing, there was nothing to chew, it was a ready-made nutrient for him. When she released him there was no trace of what had passed between them. He smiled at her in grateful humility. They embraced and lay there to recoup. They went to the bathroom, and he helped her clean herself in the refreshing water.

They spent the rest of the night in bed, confessing to each other and letting him worship her breasts and buttocks. They slept long later. She knew that he was going to be special to her and decided to switch over to a different diet, with more fruits and vegetables which retained some nutrient value even after running its first course down the alimentary canal.

In the morning, before leaving the room after bath and washing, she invited him into her arms.

They remained in a deep embrace for a long time and he was happy in her breast, drawing his oxygen from the luscious valley between her breasts. She raised his face to her and whispered, 'my sweetest dear child, now I am going to do something I never due to my children, Appu included. Hereafter we are one, you are part of my own body and soul. We are not supposed to do this to children, but this will be our secret like the other one, you know.'

He looked up at her expectantly. She kissed him for the first time in his mouth, she tried to be gentle. They lost their composure after a while and lost count of time. Both desired to spend the day in the privacy of the room. But somebody knocked on the door. Reluctantly she disengaged her lips from his. Wiping her lips, she opened the door. Sandra was outside.

'It is getting late, they are waiting for you to move on to Kulu and Manali.'

'Yes, we are ready,' she collected the bag. Looking at Tomy Sandra melted, and her pussy began to lubricate. She sniffed an air of eroticism in the room, on the lips of both. She embraced him and subtly opened her shirt to offer a nipple into his mouth. She was rocking and mewing. Liya patiently waited for her to climax. When it was over, she said, 'time is running out let us go.' Tomy properly adjusted the bra cup and buttoned up her shirt. They were ready for the day.

At Shimla, they had separate rooms to stay, and it was comfortably cold. Liya and Tomy checked into one room. On the way to the room itself she was opening her shirt, as soon as they entered, she flung it away and invited him to her arms. Immediately their lips were locked. She offered her tongue deep into him, he sucked his nourishment for that oozing channel of love. He worshipped her feminine glory till nightfall and made her climax thrice. At the anus, he waited for the special moment of absolute intimacy and love, but she refused.

'That is a special bond dear. We will do it the proper way after dinner, it is a serious expression of bond, after taking bath we will do it.'

At dinner and also during the bath he was eagerly looking at her bottom to make her laugh and kiss him on the head. In the dim light of the lamp, she opened her sheer gown raised and stretched her thighs, and invited her son. He savoured the glory from the anus to the clitoris piously.

When she was moist and flowing, he concentrated more on the anus. The honey flowing down was collected at the orifice. They were not in a hurry, both were relaxed. He wanted to prolong it to the end of times, she wanted to offer herself to him to the day of Armageddon. To heighten the pleasure, they always eased out just short of the climax. At one stage she released her hands from her outraged nipples and placed his hands on them. Then she placed her hands behind his head and began to control the tempo. It was going to be midnight.

'My precious child, I am ready to offer me into you,' she whispered, her word breaking.

She massaged his head and rhythmically pushed herself onto his mouth and tongue. Then she broke into a wild animal cry. She roared beyond herself; her full body writhed. He waited in suspended animation. At last, a glossy shining golden tard was straight pushed into his mouth. He pressed it into his mouth and enjoyed the feel taste and aroma of her freshness before swallowing it. Her whole body was quivering for long by pleasure waves coursing through her. When she was calm and spent, he unlatched his mouth from the hole and moved up. She offered her breast and they slept peacefully.

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In the meantime, we, Appu and I, were also experimenting. At Shimla we got the privacy to do what we wanted. Appu worshipped my butt for hours together and I was at a zenith of passion. As he prodded, I opened more of myself to my child. Eventually, he reached my shit hole. He sucked on it for an eternity, and I was having strange feelings. At one stage he inserted his tongue a bit into the hole and savoured the taste.

'Mommy can you give me more?' he prayed. In the heat of the moment, I was absolutely irrational, no matter what.

'Yes child,' I was pumping into his mouth. The ecstasy involved in that pain cannot be forgotten. A small shining piece of cake was pushed into his hungry mouth. By the gravity of that explosion, we both lay there for at least half an hour. I realized that things are not going to be the same again, he is going to be an integral part of my body mind and destiny. He will be me for all time to come. In the charming shine in the eyes of both of us, that realization remained. It was a somber initiation process blessed by mother nature.

In the morning Tomy awoke Liya with a deep soul kiss on her pussy, she liked the way he regularly woke her up.

'Mommy, kindly come with me,' he guided her to the bathroom and bathed her in very warm water. He helped her in her oblations also. When she urinated, he came to have a mouthful, she laughed and warded him away, 'not here my pet.'

They came back to the room to get fresh, then he picked up a bra he had purposely bought for her. It was pure white and almost transparent on the underside of the cups; the upper half was pure gauss as thin and fine as mountain mist. He fitted it on her and tightened it adjusting the strap.

'If this is not heaven what else is?' he wondered aloud. She smiled, enjoying the attention.

Like a high priest, next, he lit a candle and asked her to hold lit.

He arranged the lighting in the room and oriented her properly. Then he began to take photographs on his mobile.

'That will do mommy goddess,' he freed her and proceeded to put on panties and the rest of the clothes he had chosen for the day. But she was not ready.

'Wait,' she gathered him into her arms and kissed him right in the mouth. It was an intoxicating experience. Both of them found it impossible to break away. As it was early morning, they had time.

When they heated up, he dashed down and knelt and prayed to her pussy in folded hands. Then he kissed it. She had deliberately defecated the putrefied faeces in the bathroom and had retained the fresh latest ones in case a situation arose. She widened her legs to host his face. When her legs wobbled, she went to the bed leading him, and opened her legs for him. He drank the fresh honey as pure as mountain dew and he naturally went down further. Then the long ritual commenced, she held his head in her hands and his hands worshiped her breasts in the gossamer bra. She prolonged the final moment as much as possible and at last, a release became a matter of life and death.

'Oh dear,' she warned. Like a catholic in the church, he received the holy communion into his mouth. The cake was smooth, fresh, shining, and aromatic in all its purity. This time he sacrilegiously retained the holy communion in his mouth to enjoy the taste. Even when she had come down to the ground he was still enjoying it and slowly swallowing piece by piece.

'Eat it straight my pet, you are embarrassing me,' she fondled his face. He opened his mouth and showed her, and swallowed it all.

'My life-giving manna,' he said.

She had tears of joy in her eyes.

'You had promised your pee,' he reminded.

Maybe another day dear.'

He went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to dress her.

That night all the fourteen members in the fellowship assembled in Liya's room at Manali. She had great qualities of leadership.

'Dear sons, daughter Leona and fellow mothers, this is our rare occasion to know each other and to understand each other. Children, now you know what a woman is, she is dear to men, and other women and children, all seek a woman's company. Her hair, her face, her lips, her words, her whole anatomy are lovely. But the most unique features of a woman are what? Tell me Leona.'

Leona got up, ' her breasts mommy, and then.. and then.. maybe her pussy.'

'Correct, come here darling,' she proudly ran to Liya. The girl was given a hug and was held close. 'You will be rewarded for that. Now look here all of you, our children had been conspiring behind us. They had designed a symbol for our fraternity. As motherhood is divinity, they have chosen something related to that. A mother's bosom is the real heaven for all human beings. Hence look here.' She opened her tab and showed a picture, in which a pair of breasts in a gossamer bra, with erect nipples and puckered areola, were seen bursting in the sheer cups, and a flame was illuminating the underside of the bra. The view was breathtaking, all mothers experienced a flutter in their panties and their nipples hardened.

'Look the sight has an impact on all of us, I can see the poking nipples all around. If you approve of it, we will have this as our symbol. Our children will worship this every morning and we will keep this on the family altar. What we absolutely believe becomes a reality. This symbol will have divine powers if we believe so.'

There was no sound of dissent.

'But which part of the mother's body is most attractive?'

She looked around, few said it was the breasts, and the majority said it was her pussy.

That explains it, in the early stages we are nourished by breasts, and at a later stage from the pussy. There is no doubt that the pure honey from a mother's pussy is the most delicious. Why she produces honey for you? The core of a woman is the flower between her legs. Each flower yields honey to those that love it. You must treat a woman's flower delicately and with the utmost respect. And remember children, the more honey you need the more you have to love her.

You began your life on her breasts, you have to begin there. Love her breasts, adore them and make love to them and you will get honey as much as you need. Every mother finds pleasure in giving, she produces many things on her body for you and gives to you in shuddering pleasure. Now, the next on the agenda is a test to study the bond between mother and child. Here I have a scarf, with this I will blindfold each one of you children, turn by turn. We will guide you to different pussies, by smelling you have to locate your mother, okay?' They agreed gleefully.

To their surprise, all seven children correctly identified their biological mothers. Next, they were guided to different armpits to sniff and this time also correctly the biological mothers were identified. In the third test, a swab of pussy juice was taken on the index finger and each child was asked to taste it all of them correctly identified their mothers. The next test was to sniff the anus, but by this time love juices were running down the vaginas and some of the kids were confused. Appu and Tomy had no difficulty at all, Leona also was very successful.

In the next stage, each mother was blindfolded, and they were to identify their own child from the way they enjoyed the pussy. And all mothers were successful.

The next step was to make the children suckle their breasts and the mothers had to identify their own children, no mother failed this test.

"What is the conclusion, dear ones?" she asked.

'This proves that a child-mother bond is unique and divine, they are on the same page and at the same wavelength. You can come out with comments and suggestions. Now Leona, here is your reward..'

Liya sat down and opened her shirt, reached her back, and opened her bra. The girl was offered the nipples. Other women expressed their appreciation and congratulated Liya and the children for their good work. Some women expressed concern as to how to convince their husbands.

One suggested that Tomy should be taken along when buying lingerie and his help should be sought for a fitting bra. Another suggested that all seven families should purchase eatables together based on the quality of food to ensure good flavour and taste good in their vaginas. Another one suggested that they should have special food for mothers only.

Suddenly Liya disengaged Leona from her heavenly breast and laughed getting up, 'you naughty girls, how many of you were feeding the children from your anus?'

'I noticed you eating fruits only this morning,' I hinted.

'To be truthful, I enjoyed it with Benny it was pure heaven,' Sandra said.

One by one everybody confessed, but Leona had not tried it, because she was not interested. It was agreed that the child's preference alone matters, he could be offered the feed when he demands it.

'Appu demands it in the morning and at night, hence I am very particular about food, fruits are not fully digested in one go, hence I choose them.'

In the meantime, an energizing fragrance was spreading in the room, the children immediately realized where it was from. They gravitated towards Preethy. All of us enjoyed the aroma of arousal from Preethy, who was an extremely beautiful slim tall woman with very graceful breasts.

At one stage Joyal was sniffing directly from her crotch, she affectionately fondled his head. Then he raised her skirt and pulled down her panties, all of them took turns to sniff it. Even mothers wanted to sniff it, but refrained. Liya declared that it was not a shame to celebrate the fragrance of a female flower, she took the panties and openly sniffed its gusset and passed them to Sandra. But Leona went to Preethy and kissed her feet. Preethy raised her and affectionately offered her pussy to the hungry girl, sitting on the edge of the bed. As she was in a high state of arousal, she came into Leona's mouth very fast. Leona still lay her head between the thighs, sniffing kissing, and nibbling.

Shortly all of them were anxious to hit back to their rooms to be with their bedmates as their pussies were overflowing. Preethy wanted Leona, she had been dying for a girl for long. Benny went with Sindhu, Maya claimed Bobby, and Sandra had paired with Joyel. The rest had regular mates. When everybody was gone, Tomy came to disrobe her. He carefully folded her expensive clothes and removed the panties and bra. Then she took a warm bath with his support. While washing her private parts, he put his mouth on her vagina and looked up, 'Mommy when will you feed me with your pee?'

'Wait dear, everything has a time.'

They settled on the bed and kissed for long. By midnight they were in the last phase of their celebration of life and she was at last ready to bless him with his coveted feed. This time it tasted sweet and musky. He rolled the tard in his mouth for long. When she was back to normal, she pulled him up, 'do you like the taste darling?'

He nodded happily.

'I prepared it for you dear. This morning I had only apples and bananas for your sake. No need to chew, just swallow it, I have added all ingredients for digestion.'

Still, he rolled it in his mouth and swallowed it as a slurry. Then he cleaned himself and joined her in her breast. Suckling her breast he faded into a deep dreamless sleep. Liya could not sleep, she was a bit concerned about her son Appu, she missed him and his adoring lips on her. She gently disengaged her breast from Tomy's lips and put on a sheer thin red gown and stole out. I was surprised by the know, Appu was deep asleep between my legs, quite contented breathing in my fragrance. I carefully extricated myself from him so that his sleep is not disturbed, put on a shirt hardly covering my pussy, and opened the door. As I expected Liya was there, I let her in.

'What happened?' I whispered.

'She watched Appu for some time and was afraid to disturb him.

'I missed him, I thought I would nurse him for a while.'

'Better not disturb him, he is sound asleep.'

'Did he get everything he wanted?'

'Oh yes, it is a pleasure to treat him. The thrill of feeding him from the breast and down there like a suckling baby is unique. I hold his head in my caring hands and affectionately offer my nipples to him, or my vagina to him, once he is finished adoring and massaging my body. The underlying bond of love is ecstatic.' I said.

Liya was lost in thought. She had come back to India to educate her son instilling traditional values. Oft she had thought that it was a faux pas. Her life had become a desert, she had lost intimacy and love, sex and its thrills though her body was rippling with vitality and life. She had become irritable and short-tempered and on and off moody. Appu had changed it all, she was now full and bursting with energy and happiness. Her precious Appu.

I watched her in her sheer nylon gown, her fabulous breasts, thighs, and belly were clearly visible underneath. She had left most of the front open and the sides of her luscious breasts were very visible. Suddenly I felt a tweak in my pussy and my breasts were swelling.

'You are so beautiful,' I whispered.

'So are you, I did not get panties and bra, Tomy alone knows where they are, I have almost forgotten how to take bath myself, how to clean my private parts after defecation, how to use the cosmetics, how to comb my hair, and how to clad my breasts properly,' she surveyed me inside my open shirt, probably wondering what her son was getting to enjoy. She stood up from the bed and came closer to me, without the support of thought or design, one hand went to her shoulder and the other to one of her marvelous breasts, her breasts are more conical than mine. She automatically welcomed me. We kissed, her lips were so sweet and melting in my mouth, and time rolled on. Slowly she disengaged and looked at me in a dreamy fashion.

'I would have made love to you, but Appu has more than satisfied me for today,' I said.

'Goodnight,' Liya walked out. She was imagining how I had been entertaining her son. Liya entered her room and observed Tomy for long in the dim light. To date, he had been doing all the job leaving her to lie back and enjoy his ministrations. The thought of taking him in her hands and loving him like a baby and feeding him seemed to be a deeply intimate experience. She slowly inched to him and ran her fingers in his hair. In his sleep, he began to suckle her imaginary breast. She lay close to him and brought his lips to her swelling breast. The feeling was extremely sweet, he suckled like a baby.

She was brimming with pleasure, she passionately ran her fingers in his hair. He was back to life and was happily on her beast.

'Poor baby, mommy will feed you,' she pushed aside the flaps of her gown knelt over him putting her knees on either side of his chest, and affectionately brought his face to her pussy which was already bathed. She gently pressed his face wherever she had an itch. At last, she put his mouth just at the opening to feed him. Strange sounds came from her, she encouraged him with her hands. When she was satisfied the collapsed on the bed, she stretched herself and he again went to sleep between her legs, happy and safe.

Early in the morning he bathed and woke her up with a deep kiss on her delicate and fragrant flower. He helped her in washing her bottom after defecation, usually, she does it herself but now things had changed. It was his prerogative. After giving a bath and cladding her in choice delicate clothes, he hugged her and looked up to her face from above her breast. She kissed him her special kiss. He clung to her body and sucked from her delicious mouth. She pushed her tongue into him, he massaged it with his tongue and relished the nectar it was oozing with. For a second, he pulled out and laughed.

'What happened child?'

'When you kiss me like that and push the tongue into me, I have a feel of feeding on your bottom. Your tongue is as delicious as the slimy cake you give me.'

'Exactly, I also get that feel. That is why we kiss so secretly and privately. Whenever I push my tongue into you, we will remember that sacred moment,' she smiled and resumed the kiss.

The tour in the final reckoning, helped them to know each other and consolidate the sorority into an invincible bond. All the children agreed that Liya's breasts were the best, my butts were the best, entire body of Sandra was a poem, Maya had huge mouthfuls of juice, Sindhu had terrific legs one could spend hours on, Maria had delicious nectar and Preethy had the sweetest aroma in the armpits and down there, but all mommies were carrying real heaven between their dancing legs.

But Tomy needed only Liyas love and body, they were so synchronized and unified.

After the tour, Liya was back at home and early in the morning Appu was off to school, she was by far free. She felt very lascivious and bubbling with energy. Her whole body was rippling with life and love for life. She had never been so full before. She went to the mirror and studied her face which was aglow like a full moon. Her eyes had a special sheen of satisfaction. She opened the flaps of her sheer gown and took a look at her breasts. They were squirming with anticipation and life, the nipples puckered. They seemed to have a life of their own. Everybody in the sorority worshipped them, she and her two sons had decided to protect them and subject them to special exercises to keep them in good shape. Suddenly she remembered Tomy.

She wondered whom she loved more, her own biological son or Tomy, her darling. There was chemistry between them. In his presence, her body would behave strangely. She missed him in her toilet she missed him in her bed. Her body was safe and happy in his young hands. Nobody had ever worshipped her breasts and pussy the way he does. Her most intimate and secret parts of life such as bathing and defecating were shared with him. She fancied him again at her breasts and smiled to herself. 'Your admirer will be back soon,' she promised her breasts. They beamed with enthusiasm. Then she heard a knock at the door. It was Preethy and her son, she saw it on the screen.

Liya opened the door and ushered the couple to the parlour. Preethy had promised to visit her on her way to the market. Her son Joy was a cute little boy who seemed unusually timid. She had noticed him before but had never been very intimate. The boy sat close to his mother furtively looking at Liya's breasts, oft sniffing his mother's armpits.

'Come here sweet child, I saw you looking at my breasts,' Liya said.

'He is obsessed with them, he often tells me,' Preethy laughed, 'go to your mother dear,' she encouraged.

The guy went into Liya's arms and he was deliriously happy. Liya opened her gown and offered him her breasts. The boy began to worship them with his rosy fingers and lips. It was a strange experience. Her conversation with Preethy was very often broken by the distraction. Preethy watched those breasts furiously erect and exploding. Liya became clearly incoherent.

'Preethy, shall we go to the bedroom, I need some time with him now?'

'Oh yes,' they went to her bedroom.

'Show me how you worship your mother dear,' Liya said and spread on the bed. The boy, Joy, delicately removed her chappals and kissed each toe, wetting them. Then he worshipped her hair for a while before proceeding to remove her gown. He kissed the armpits of the gown and flared his nostrils. He was happy with the musk. He kissed her from the tip of her ears down to her panties taking his time. She raised her hips to help him remove the panties. Then he was kissing the inside of the panties.

'You can have them later dear, now take care of your mother,' Preethy warned. Liya heard it as if in a dream. He was back in the garden of her body. She felt spent and weak like a wilted flower when she spouted and poured it into his mouth. She lay there for a while and opened her eyes when Preethy gently ran her fingers in her hair. Joy was still between her legs his lips were happily glued to her pussy.

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Liya got up in a daze and gently removed his face from the pussy and patted him affectionately. his innocence and politeness were a huge turn-on.

'Joy must be an angelic joy for you Preethy,' Liya said. Preethy laughed sweetly and proudly hugged her son's face to her ample breast.

'Joy, here play with them, we are going to the other room to discuss,' Preethy took Liya's panties and offered them to her son. Joy lay on the bed deep sniffing them. On second thoughts Preethy raised her saree and shucked down her panties too and offered them to her son. Liya put on her gown, keeping the front open, and snatched Preethy's panties.

'I have heard a great deal about your musk, let me take a sniff,' Liya sniffed hard and smiled.

'So sweet and exotic, one day I would like to sniff it from the source,' she said.

'My pleasure,' Preethy laughed.

After her shopping with Preethy, Liya returned home a little late as the traffic was unwieldy in the evening. As she expected her son was already home. She straight went to her bedroom quite worried about him. To her surprise, her pet son Tomy was on her bed. She guessed that Appu had gone to my place. She smiled to herself. Whenever she terribly missed him, he would turn up. Her icky pussy twitched. Tomy was on the bed, his face down.

She looked at him, he had meticulously arranged her used gown on the bed with the bra and panties in the right places and the bra cups stuffed. He was hugging the bust of the gown and sleeping. She was moved, he was her real darling who was an organic part of her life. When he was around, she had a different rhythm, a relaxed rhythm. She would leave herself to his romantic whims, hence she did not want to undress and get into something comfortable. She sat by his side and ran her fingers in his hair.

He got up in a flash and hugged her. She kissed him on his lips, a long kiss that lasted for an eternity. Her syrup, sweetened by the chocolate and fruit juice she had had, flowed into his mouth. When they were done, he removed her jeans, shirt, and lingerie. Then he licked the sweat between her cleavage and armpits. It intoxicated him and he perniciously moved down to her crotch. They spent the whole evening like that, she had occasional climaxes in between. While feeding him, they talked and discussed. Both of them confessed how much they missed each other.

For more intimate talk, she pulled him up and they kissed again. Then he got on top of her and buried his face in her breasts. She opened her arms for him and his hands were playing with the hair in her armpits.

'Do you love that hair?' she asked.

'Very much,' he kissed both armpits and smiled.

'For your sake, I do not shave them off,' she said into his mouth.

'I know,' he tried to suck more of her saliva into his mouth.

'Did Preethy mommy come here?' he asked.

'Why, how do you know?'

'I kissed those panties and it had her aroma, and from the very look I know that they were not yours.'

'Smart boy, she was here and she gave them to Joy to spend time.'

'She has a sweet gentle fragrance, but I like yours which is more aggressive and heady,' he said.

'Sweet boy, how shall I live without you?'

'I particularly miss the special treatment down there,' he winked.

''We can do it again dear, after taking bath.'

'No, before taking bath please, I love the taste and musk down there.'

She got up with a prankish smile flitting on her edible lips and kissed him savouring her own taste on him and brought her anus right down to his mouth. He soul kissed and licked there in his heightened passion. She was, despite herself, crying and whimpering. Unable to support herself she fixed her hands on the bed. At the pinnacle of her passion, she pushed a shining piece into his mouth and then altogether collapsed on the bed, his mouth still latched.

While the night was settling they both moved to the bathroom. She was going to take a pee and his hungry look melted her.

'Come here naughty,' she smiled and he immediately knelt at her feet. She needed proper muscle control not to flood his mouth. In installments, she filled his mouth and he drank each mouthful piously.

'Happy?' she asked when it was over. He nodded in a dream.

Then he bathed her and dried her and clad her in a fresh gown. Then he dried her hair and let it fall like a waterfall. After that, she moved to the kitchen to prepare food. Tommy went to the bathroom to wash her clothes. he carefully washed her jeans, shirt, and bra. he picked up the delicate panties and sniffed them deeply. when she was peeling potatoes he came to the kitchen and stood by her.

'What is it honey?' she asked.

'Mommy, can I keep these panties with me for a day?'

'What for?' she raised her head.

'There is a test paper tomorrow, I would like to put them on and they will bring good luck,'

'Oh yes, if you think so,' she smiled. HE kissed the delicate fabric and pushed it into his shirt pocket. Armed with his talisman he went to his study room.

After finishing his homework, he returned to the kitchen and stood there feasting on her anatomy. She let him enjoy her beauty by eyeing him from the corner of her eyes with a smile.

'Mommy I want to make a special dish for us tonight,' he said.

'Go ahead darling,' she said and he helped her with the potatoes.

'I wish I had a few more drops of honey,' he pined.

'I have always some for you dear. When you are near to me, whenever i think of you i produce honey. Nobody does it to me.'

"Let me check,' he opened her gown and inserted his hand into her panties. The hairy garden was wet indeed. HE pulled down the panties and reveled in the spreading wetness like a slick patch of thick honey.

He stood up and went to the cupboard to collect a fresh bowl and placed it on the floor between her legs and urged her to move forward. They both watched the first drop gathering the critical mass and tumble to the bowl. He scooped it up and tasted it.

'Excellent,' he exclaimed.

another drop followed. He went to her behind and opened her bra, she felt his hands snaking to her breasts.

'I worship these miracles of God,' he was gently worshipping them with his feathery fingers.

'Anne mommy has a good pair,' Liya observed.

'Yes mommy, but hers are not this much sensitive, they are a bit sagging too. I think of this pair when I worship her breasts.'

His ministration was producing more honey and the bowl was having a thick meniscus filling up the bottom. His fingers chorused their movement from the base of the breast and ended up at the nipple. her nipples were struggling to burst out. He continued the gentle adoration for almost one hour and with all the pampering, she was producing more.

She had stopped her peeling activity distracted by his ministrations.

'I am going to miss you, dear, when you are gone,' she pined, leaning her fluffy head to his chest.

'These breasts love me so dearly,' he said.

'Yes, oft they remember you and scream for your attention,' she laughed.

When she had produced half a bowl, he picked it up and took a deep and pious sip closing his eyes.

'Hmm, heaven,' he observed. She laughed.

'It may become putrid fast,' she said.

'I know,' he put the bowl in the fridge and came back and hissed both her breasts. Then he wiped out the last dangling drops from down there are lapped it up.

That night he prepared an exotic salad with various fruits and an icing with the honey he had assiduously collected. But he kept half of the honey in the fridge for further use. They both enjoyed the exotic dinner.

They had dinner. He fed her and had his share from her mouth. At night she faded into a dreamless nothingness basking in the ministrations she received on her breasts. He also slept nursing on her breasts.

In the morning he prepared breakfast for her and brought her to wakefulness with a deep kiss on her pussy. He washed her clean after the ablutions and bathed her. In his lunch box, Tommy poured the honey he had hoarded like icing on top of the rice. She asked him to keep some as she wanted to make the same salad for Appu at night.

'When will you come back,' she asked hugging him and deep kissing him.

'I will miss you the moment you miss me, and I will come rushing back to you.'

'I know,' she had tears.

'Before I go, I need some of you inside me,' he lifted her gown and dived deep. She could not deny him, never. She gently laid him on the floor and removed her panties. Then she squatted on top of his face. He lapped all around making her squeal and she brought her anus to his lips. His hungry lips and her bottom were in a fierce duel. Honey trickled down from her vagina and felt its way to her rectum where he lapped it up. At last, she screamed and long tart swished deep down his throat. They took some time to recover from the tectonic effect of her climax. She lay on the floor, keeping him between her legs.

Later he got up, took a hurried bath and they parted with a promise to meet anon.

For many days Preethy had been toying with the idea of having fun with Liya. When Liya had observed that her musk was wonderful, Preethy had flooded her panties. She had very few women in her life, and the prospect of having soft feminine lips on her pussy was ecstatic. She had even asked Joy to lick her fantasizing Liya's lips. She knew that all people, men women, and children loved her musk down there. One Saturday when she was free, Preethy drove to Liya's place. When she reached there, Liya was having quality time with Tomy. Preethy stood there feasting on the intimate bond between mother and son. Liya was in bed with her gown open. Tomy was between her legs, making love to her pubic hair.

'Tonight I have to shampoo this hair,' he said, 'to make this more silky and soft.'

He gently kissed her there. Then he sucked in a long snot of pussy syrup and some of it dragged down his lips. She affectionately wiped it up with her index finger and fed him. He liked her finger clean. Again, he was softly kissing and running her fingers in the hairy patch.

'You make a lovely couple,' Preethy observed.

'Do we?' Liya laughed and patted his head.

'I have been dreaming about you for some time,' Preethy winked and kissed Liya on the lips. Her heady musk was spreading in the room.

'You smell heaven,' Tomy quipped.

'Thank you dear,' Preethy rolled up her saree and pulled down her panties, and offered them to Tomy. It was flooded. Tomy collected them piously and licked up the nectar on the gusset.

'Tomy darling, go to the other room and play with them. Mommies want to have some private moments.'

'Alright,' he laughed happily and got up to go to the adjoining room with his reward.

'Wait, dear, I know how you love to sniff my armpits and kiss my nipples,' Preethy opened her blouse and offered it to him, her bra followed. He greedily sniffed the armpits of the blouse and buried his face in the bra cups. Preethy smiled affectionately.

When he was gone she went straight for Liya's breasts.

Leena miss, leaning over the desk to help Benny over solving a problem in algebra, offered a magnificent closeup of her divine breasts to Appu who was sitting close by. He was agog with excitement looking at those marvels of pristine nature. They were exquisitely encased in soft lacy bra cups and covered by her sky-blue blouse. A sweet feminine musk radiated from her. On and off her breasts gently felt over his hands placed on the desk quite innocently. He gulped his saliva time and again swept away by the sheer beauty of those wondrous pair. When she was finished, Leena looked at him, their faces just a few inches apart.

''You look exactly like my Liya mommy,' he whispered, his eyes still riveted to her breasts. He had indeed lost track of time and space.

'Thank you,' she whispered close to his lips, tiny sweat particles spreading on her forehead.

She had heard from other teachers how those six guys were entertained by their mothers and how studious and docile they had become. Ever since whenever she was close to them, she had a desire to feed them and to fancy their lips on her private parts. Particularly Appu used to turn her terribly wet.

On a Friday evening, Sandra landed up at Lissy's house with Leona. Lissy was, in fact, expecting them. Leona had for some time been pining to spend the weekend with Lissy mommy. She was fascinated by the rich cloud of hair and the very feminine and very soft features of Lissy's body.

On the other side, Sandra had for some time been observing Joy, who was a timid and shy boy. He had not even a bit of cockiness. Once in a shopping mall while talking to Lissy she had fondled the boy and pressed his face to her solid chest. She was fascinated by his effeminate and demure character.

Lissy greeted the guests with overflowing warmth. She was looking forward to having the girl for herself for some time. Leona ran to Lissy and put her head on her chest with a proud possessiveness.

'Our daughter is growing,' Lissy exclaimed.

Leona stooped to the floor and kissed Lissy's feet.

'Wait hungry child, we have the whole night to have mommy to your heart's content,' Lissy pated her. The girl knelt and kissed the crotch area of Lissy's nightgown.

'Shall we go Joy darling?' Sandra asked.

The boy nodded and smiled with a cute blush.

'He is so sweet,' Lissy observed, 'as sweet as a girl, he is the joy of my life. Feeding him is an experience. But you have to guide him and take the lead, he is too reserved to do it all himself. Wish you a fabulous night.'

'Oh sure.'

Sandra's breasts were swelling and rising when she held his hand. She felt moisture spreading into her panties with her pure love for him. She wanted to rush to the enclosure of her house to have him all to herself.

Back at home, she closed the front door and turned to him, 'Joy dear, I want to freshen up, will you help mommy?'

'Sure mommy,' he came forward and kissed her moist palm. She shivered.

He opened the buttons of her pure white shirt and removed it; she stretched her arms to help him. He kissed the armpits of the shirt and placed it carefully on the hanger. Further, he kissed the moist cleavage of her athletic breasts while unhooking her white bra.

He admiringly ran his soft fingers over the nipples and kissed them. She felt her stout tout breasts bursting with passion. Then he opened the jeans and pulled them down kneeling. He was mesmerized by the aroma emanating from her private parts and kissed there. She had not expected that. Sandra pressed his face to her core and shuddered with a scream. Getting too weak to stand on her feet, she sat on the bed and ran her fingers in his hair. When she was cooled down, he sat on the floor and removed her shoes to take her toes into his mouth.

'First, let us go to the toilet,' she realized that it was going to be a night of all nights.

When she sat on the commode to take a pee, he stood close by observing the stream. Once it was over, he took his jealous time to wash her out. Back in the bedroom, she mischievously smiled at him and asked, 'for dinner do you need rice or mommy dear?'

'Mommy,' he blushed and hung his face.

'That is a smart boy,' she patted him and spread herself on the bed. She felt his lips and fingers behind her neck, in the crook under her chin, on her ears, and then on her shoulders. She felt stirrings deep within her.

He adored the delicate hair in her armpits for a while. Her breasts were screaming for attention. For the next couple of hours, his ministrations were dedicated to pleasing her breasts. She was crying and feeding him from her solid shapely breasts of a dancer. She was getting impatient down there and nudged him down. He took his excruciating time to reach her belly button. Then, disappointing her, he went to her toes. She squealed and squirmed when he began to suck on her thump toe. Her body had turned languid and fluid. She felt her juices trickling down to the bedsheets. His soft lips and fingers were composing poems on her knees and thighs now. Her thighs quivered in anticipation. He showered soft kisses on her thatch for some time as guided by her imperious hands. Lissy had obviously trained the child well.

At last, he was going to claim the reward for his labours. She encouraged him when he began to suck on her vagina. She was secreting a copious flow of love. Her chain of climaxes lasted for hours. When she had had six master orgasms, she pressed his face to her indicating to stop. She was shattered by the tornadoes. They stayed there like that for some time. In her languid stupor long later, she felt his tongue gravitating further down. She opened her eyes and spread her legs to accommodate him. He helped her to spread her thighs for better access. With each sweep of his tongue, she squealed. After a few minutes, she found her body dancing despite herself. She was not anymore in control of herself. In an out-of-body experience, she watched her body writhing and her mouth making strange sounds. Her butt was furiously attacking his face convulsively. Then a huge explosion happened, for the first time in her life she squirted, salvo after salvo and she heard her making a fierce primordial sound. In the throes of her climax, she found herself pushing long tarts of slimy cakes into his mouth. It continued for lan etrernity, he struggled to receive them all without spilling. When it was over, he licked the feeding hole clean. He did not need any more dinner for the night. Sandra was in a semi-conscious state. He left her there and went to the bathroom to clean himself and take bath. Later they slept together, he feeding on her breasts. After very many months she slept like a log, it was a profound dreamless sleep.

The next day was Saturday and the whole day they spent in bed, rarely moving to the kitchen to have food and nourishment. She guided him to all parts of her body to experience unwanted feelings and excitements. He needed no training; he knew it all already. He was way better than her lesbian friends, so innocent gentle, and polite he was.

On Sunday they went back to Lissy.

'Joy is a gifted child Lissy, we are all lucky to have him as a son,' Sandra said.

'I know. Leona is also a gem of a girl. I did not get enough of her.'

One evening Leena asked me over the phone whether she could have him for the night as she was afraid, her parents being gone for marriage far away. I immediately understood her designs.

'Alright, but do not violate him,' I said.

Appu was all too happy to go with her, given her physical architecture, I also could not help feasting on her. She was a young nubile animal of about twenty-three and still unmarried. Her breasts were in perfect shape not a bit sagging. And her face was very kissably enticing and radiant.

Once in the seclusion of her house, Leena closed the front door and turned to Appu.

'Appu boy, help me as you help Liya mommy and get me out of these.' She hugged him and naturally his face was glued to her breasts. He inhaled the heavenly musk of pure femininity, and the contour of the breasts engulfed him lovingly. He slowly come out of his trance and delicately removed her saree.

When he was opening the blouse, his hands were shaking.

'You love them, don't you?'

'Yes, I do,' he kissed one of the nipples, and she giggled.

As he removed the bra, she guided him to her nipples. And they collapsed on the bed. Till nightfall, she let him adore her breasts and his ministrations brought her to a dainty climax twice, one from each nipple. They lay there, he nursing on her and she fondling his fluffy young head. When she was back to herself, Leena pulled him up and kissed his face which at last ended up in a fierce lip kiss.

'Can I have your honey miss?' he politely asked.

'Sure baby, let me take bath first.'

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'Please, let me have it now.'

'Greedy one, have it,' she patted his head.

He went down and reverently removed her icky panties; she lifted her torso to encourage him. Her pussy was trimmed and prime, and honey had pooled up at the opening. Her musk wafted in the air. He took the first tentative taste and exclaimed, 'so sweet, just like Liya mommy.'

Suddenly she squirmed and her canal flooded. She pressed her opening to his mouth his tongue struggled to get the most out of her. Seismic climaxes are followed one by one. After a dozen climaxes, she was too exhausted to take it anymore.

'Enough baby enough,' she seized his head and ran her delicate fingers on his face.

For many more hours they lay there confessing, he told her how her breasts were distracting him, she told him how she wished to show them to him and how wet she used to be when close to him. She promised to feed him whenever he needed her and he promised to take care of her all through, like buying the right kind of bra, panties, and garments, buying and putting on sanitary napkins on her on periods, manicuring her, trimming her cloudy hair, shaving her armpits, etc.

That night he helped her take bath and dressed her. After dinner, they retired to the bed and till morning they made love, he oft dossing off his face safely between her luscious thighs. They slept deep into the day. She was a different person in the morning, aglow and agile. She was brimming with energy and her eyes were radiant. Before parting, he worshipped her feminine assets once again and they promised each other never to part again. Thereafter whenever she needed relaxation or needed to relieve tension, Leena would call him and copiously come on his sweet face.

Many more weeks came to pass between them. Leena needed him invariably a week or so after the period. When she was in heat, she used to exude a special aroma, which Appu could easily discern. It was a Friday. From the morning Leena was suppressing her natural urges. At home in the morning, she wanted to touch herself and cum. She denied herself that pleasure, she wanted to build it up. Her heaven was very oily and quivering. In the classroom, she leaned over as if to help a boy across the bench. The lure of her luscious breasts and her natural aroma catapulted Appu to rarified levels of spicy imagination.

'Come to my room after classes,' she told him sternly when the bell was rung.

He knew what was coming. She was correcting the workbooks of students when he entered. She welcomed him with a smile and asked him to latch the door.

'Today your aroma was delicious,' he said.

'Did you get the smell? Smart of you.'

'Your marvelous breasts were distracting us all, all girls and boys were discussing them.'

'I see. Now come here child.' She called him nearer.

He piously knelt between her legs and kissed her feet. She lurched forward and assisted him to roll up her saree. Very affectionately she fondled his head between her legs and placed his hands on her breasts over her bra, opening her blouse.

He was swooning in the flood of her fragrance and love. Her core was very viscous with oozing love. She squealed and squirmed easing to the heavenly pleasures. Her nipples were bursting and revolting with passion. She wailed aloud when she came into his mouth, her hand violently pressing his lips to her. When he emerged from under her saree, his moth was full.

She collapsed into the chair panting. Appu put her panties and saree in order and rebuttoned her blouse.

'Are you not going to drink it and clear your mouth, Appu?

She asked in a sweet daze.

He was not able to open his mouth. He scribbled on a piece of paper, 'I had my full, thank you miss. This last shot I want to share with Liya mommy. '

'She may get angry.'

.No, no, she will be happy. I have told her how you taste. She is jealous of me.

A few days later Appu went to Leena's room when she was alone. She was pleased with his devoted presence.

'Come child, how are you?'

'I am alright miss,' he went to her and kissed her hand. She smiled sweetly and ran her fingers in his hair.

'Would you be free this weekend to help me in my laundry, Appu?' she cooed.

'I wish I could,' his mouth watered squinting at her breasts.

'Engaged otherwise baby?'

He shook his head. She got up and offered her right armpit to him. He buried his ace and was mesmerized by the exotic aroma. The side of her silken breast pressed against his cheek.

'What is the problem child?' she asked encouraging him to sniff deeper pressing the back of his head.

'One day I told Joy how I tasted heaven between your legs, Miss. Now he is dying for you. At night he is dreaming about your breasts. While in the class, he cannot listen to anything when you are teaching. He only sees your breasts. I wonder whether you could be kind to him.' He completed deeply engrossed in her musk.

'Poor boy, I will take care of him, don't worry.'

She closed the door and hinted to him to kneel. He blissfully knelt and waited in pious hope closing his eyes. Leena lifted her skirt and saree and pressed her gusset to his face.

'Push the gusset to the side and drink, dear,' she encouraged.

Her aroma flooded him. He wanted to devour the whole underworld, she strained to feed him the whole anatomy. The struggle raged. When she was done, he kissed her feather-soft feet and got up.

'Did it taste great dear?' she swiped traces of honey from his lips and sniffed tentatively and tasted it.

'Hmm, not bad,' she winked.

Appu stormed to the classroom and tweaked Joy on the cheek and whispered, 'there you are boy, Leena miss will indulge you.'

'Oh my,' Joy was dying with excitement.

'Lucky boy, you will enjoy every moment of it,' Appu certified.

The next day in the classroom, Leena leaned over the face of Joy to reach out to another student to check his steps in solving a problem. Joy was in the clouds of heaven; he closed his eyes and savored the aroma. Her divine cleavage was so close to him that the upper curve of her breasts touched his forehead.

He had taken permission to spend that Friday night with his miss. After the class, he followed her like a puppy to her room.

'I am so pleased that you are going to help me with the domestic chores during this weekend,' she kissed him on the crown. They were not in a hurry, when the campus was by far empty, they walked out together. She held his hand delicately.

At her doorstep, she gave him her handbag and opened the door. He kissed the bag to inhale her fragrance. She laughed.

She liked the timid nature of the child.

'You have to help me undress, Joy,' she said as they walked to the bedroom.

'Yes miss,' his eyes were radiant with joy.

'Do you know where to begin?'

'Yes Miss, I do this every day to my mommy,' he declared proudly.

His butterfly fingers opened her coiled hair, it collapsed like a jet back waterfall. He collected the thick hair and buried his face in it. Then he smoothened the strands and eased out the random knots formed. Once that pious ritual was over, he removed her bangles, wristwatch, and necklace and carefully placed them on her table. With fervent hands, he removed the clip of her saree on her shoulder and uncoiled the drapes. An exquisite sculpture of God was unraveled before his admiring eyes. Her sky-blue blouse which matched her blue bangles, he opened one by one unclasping the hooks. His hands were shivering, and perspiration beaded on his cute face.

'I don't need a bra at home, you can remove that also,' she encouraged.

'Thank you miss,' he reached around to unclasp her bra hook. Now his face was in her breasts. She patted his head. When the bra was peeled off, she found him licking her breasts. He sweetly licked away the thin film of wetness between her breasts, on her breasts, and in her furry armpits. She cooed with pleasure after a while she shuddered and came forcing her furious nipple into his greedy mouth.

Later he knelt on the floor and removed her underskirt and panties. He kissed the core of her panties and gasped. She smiled and gently guided his blushing face to her aromatic garden.

He was hungry like a famished child. She squealed and humped onto his face. His tongue wandered further down.

'No baby, later I will give you there, now feed on me here,' she pushed his face back to her vaginal orifice and clitoris.

When she flooded his moth, Joy refused to swallow it straight.

She collapsed on the bed and gasped for breath. He sloshed the nectar in his mouth to fill his taste buds with the heavenly feed.

'Oh god, did you drink it all baby?' she asked pulling herself together.

'I am slowly drinking miss, I want it to last,' he gleefully opened his mouth.

The thick syrup was mixed with saliva.

'Naughty boy, come here let me have a bit,' she invited him.

He joined her and they kissed. He shared a little bit of honey with her. she needed more.

'Tastes good, doesn't it? she winked.

He gulped the rest in one go, unwilling to share it with her.

'Greedy brat,' she pressed him to her breast. They slept for a while quite exhausted, his mouth glued to her nipple.

When darkness was descending, he got up and clad her with a grey skirt and white shirt, in which her breasts jutted out their contours very visible across the fabric. Her breasts particularly loved his fingers and his adoring presence. Later they had a warm bath, he clad her with a thin mountain mist gown with nothing inside and had dinner together from the same plate and glass.

After dinner, they retired to the bedroom, and she hugged him to her proud breasts.

'Dear baby, I know how much you craved for me, and you know how much I craved to give my body to you. Here I am, take all that you want,' she spread her thighs and smiled.

This time he took his time, and she offered her anus willingly. She lost count of the climaxes that she showed on his adoring face. She slid into a drugged stupor, and he slept with his head still between her thighs. The sleep was so profound and dreamless that when she opened her eyes it was already morning. She spread herself languidly. Joy brought steaming coffee and her grey skirt and a white shirt. She felt pampered and satiated.

During the day he helped her with the laundry and ironing and in between, she breastfed him and allowed him to eat her giving her numerous climaxes. While washing he asked her for a freshly used pair of panties to take home and to keep with him. She allowed him to do so.

In the afternoon they again retired to the bed and relaxed. Joy put her thumb toe in his mouth and sucked on it. She enjoyed the sensation and relapsed into slumber. He kept sucking on her thumb feasting on her furry paradise which had a milky stream in the valley.

Late in the evening, Joy's mother came to take him home. He went inside to change and collect his things.

'Such a sweet child you Joy boy is,' Leena exclaimed.

'Sure, he is, I have trained him so, I train him as my daughter, she is so good,' she said proudly.

'No wonder Joy loves you so much,' mother surveyed Leena's body through the see-through material.

Leena blushed and smiled, 'you are also good-looking,' she complimented.

'Joy oils, massages, and attends to my breasts religiously, otherwise they would have cut a sad figure,' she confessed, 'but you're naturally beautiful.'

'Thank you,' Leena furtively compared their breasts.

'Men women and children would equally like to have you,' she blurted out.

'Hope you would allow Joy to spend the nights with me when my parents are out of the station,' Leena said.

'Of course, Leena Miss, wish I could spend quality time with you as well when you are free,'

'That will be my pleasure,' Leena blushed again.

His mother turned her back to Leena and fumbled, then she raised her index finger to Leena and whispered, 'look what you have done to me.'

Her finger was shining and oily, with the honey she scooped up from between her legs.

Leena looked at the finger with timid greed. She let Leena sniff it and then lick it.

'Lovely,' Leena exclaimed and virtually devoured her finger. Shortly they were kissing and groping each other's breasts. The disengaged panting when Joy appeared.

'Fragrance of mommy's honey,' he snorted dramatically. They both laughed.

'But what is this, baby?' mother pulled out a pair of panties from his pocket.

'He wanted them to keep,' Leena explained.

Mother opened the folds and sniffed the gusset,' oh heavenly,' she folded them again and offered them to the boy.

Mother and son walked to the car. Suddenly Leena had an impulse,

'Joy baby,' she called.

He jolted, broke away from his mother, and ran to her. They hugged furiously and then he kissed teach breast like a pious devotee. She pressed him to her breasts. Then on second thought, they kissed. Mother watched curiously and he whispered something in her ear.

'No honey, not now,' she weakly protested. He whimpered into her breast.

'He wants to kiss me in the other mouth,' she explained to the mother.

'Oh, he does it exquisitely, I never get enough of that,' she commented.

Joy and Leena tactfully went to the privacy of the bedroom.

When she lifted her skirt, he was thrilled to see honey flowing down. He licked it all with devout care and proceeded to kiss her down there. She spread her legs laying on the bed to give him access. Her but quivered in anticipation. She felt his feathery tongue probing into her and her honey profusely flowing down to his mouth. She screamed and shuddered into his mouth and collapsed. He kissed her again on her hairy pussy and set her skirt right and walked out. His mother was waiting impatiently outside.

'Sorry mommy, I needed it so much,' he kissed her on her feet. Kneeling.

'Don't worry child,' she pressed his face to her crotch, 'my girl is so nice and good.'

She lifted her saree and offered her wet core to him; Leena came out and watched the hallowed union of mother and son.

'My girl is hungry for her darling all the time,' she explained when she recovered after the orgasm.

'I know Preethy, I know how much he loves you.'

When they were gone Leena hummed to herself unable to contain her rippling passions. On Monday next Joy went to her and gave her a poem he had composed adoring those marvelous and fabulous breasts. She was moved with love.

The next PTA meeting was around. The sorority decided to go for it together. The class teacher was an Anglo-Indian lady of about forty named Anne. She was a very good-looking lady in a shirt and jeans and looked much younger.

''I am surprised that all of you chose to come together. This time around, I have no complaints. All seven children do fairly well in class. Nobody has any complaints about them, though they were problem children once, I mean the boys. Leona had always been well behaved and studious.'

Liya said, 'we are pleased to hear that at last. Things are changed now. Now we know where we had gone wrong.'

'CARE to share with me what happened. I am curious.'

'Not here. We invite you to our weekly meeting and we will tell you. We are going for a long tour in north India, in early may we can meet. We need time to explain it.'

'Okay, it will be a lesson for me as well as a mother and as a teacher.'

She was in fact worried about her son Henry who was a troublesome brat. That very morning, he was caught red-handed with cigarettes.

Anne turned up for the meeting on time, as she was puzzled by the demeanor of the brats. She came at her best as she knew that she was meeting with the most glorious women in town. She was disgusted by the whole story, she said that it was a cognizable offense, and they could get arrested, she even got up to walk out in disgust.

'Listen Anne do not be judgmental. The sustainability of every system is in its natural merit. Here we are easing out to what is natural, though we are conditioned to think otherwise. The mother-child link is so natural and so organic. Every cub recognizes its dam by scent. Every human child craves the musk of its lost paradise. And whatever is done in pure love can only be good. Now our husbands are happy, happy because we do not nag them, we do not grumble and pester them. Now the children are happy and behaving because they have their mothers to fall back on. Mother and child are not two separate entities, they are one. We cannot deny that. When that union is reconciled with, there is no discord. Every mother has a strong point of her own. For example, every child likes my breasts they find solace in them, Anna has her buttocks that children crave.

This Lissy has her hair that children are obsessed with, Maya has her eyes, and Sindhu has her legs. It is curious that all children have the same preferences when it comes to the strong points of mothers. But there is a common denominator. All of them literally worship their pussies. This is not incest; this is not sexual. When you breastfeed a suckling baby is it sexual?

After weaning they need to be emotionally and physically nourished from the most sacred part of the mother. Seeing is believing, and experiencing is convincing. Most of the inconsistencies in the world happened because humanity deviated from the path of truth and naturality. Every animal goes after its dam and finds pleasure in inhaling the musk of her private parts. Before being judgmental, just open up and be bold enough to face the truth, the delicious truth.

Another aspect. Now the children are not a burden or a nuisance at home. They help mothers with cooking, washing, and all other domestic chores. My son feeds me with his hand, and I feed him, now dinners are not a dull experience. My son helps me in my bath, he washes my breasts taking his time though, he washes all parts I cannot directly reach.

He combes my hair and helps me with dressing up. He chooses my bras, blouse, and saree, he puts them on me. He is particular about my breast and has researched well to buy the right ones fitting me. He helps me fit my breasts into the cups perfectly and straightens my saree while putting it on. His greatest pleasure is to have my panties all to him when I reach home, he devours it like the best candy in the world and he himself washes them all. What more can a mother expect in the world? I am sure that all these committed mothers will agree to this fact.' She looked at the audience.

I got up and said, 'every word my dear Liya said is correct. This is exactly how things are on at home. My child will be waiting at home now to have my sweaty panties all to himself. He will anxiously peel off this blouse too to sniff in the armpits. Yes, he is a tremendous help at home in everything. And it is a pleasure being with him.'

Sindhu got up, 'when honey poured into my gusset while watching Liya and Benny the thought streaked through my mind was how happy my boy is going to be when he grabs my panties, fully loaded. Yes, it is euphoric to be with my son at home. And Leona has added a new exciting dimension to our lives. She is a matter of pure joy, now we have our ideal daughter to live it out.'

'Yes, Leona has changed it all. We are all excited to have her at home, to feed her from our most private parts to clad her, and to cuddle her up. I had always been particular about personal hygiene. Once this sorority came into being, I am sure that all of us take particular care to keep our private parts very clean and healthy to be the real heaven to our precious children. Thus, all the gynecological issues are by far gone now.

If you go ballistic and report to the police, remember that you will not go far. You perhaps know what we are capable of.' Liya concluded.

The teacher got up to leave, quite confused.

'Just a minute lady, here is a demonstration. Maria called your son where is he,' Liya called out. Benny appeared instantly from the lap of Anne.

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'Benny dear can you show her how you love your mother,'

'Sure mommy,' Benny went to Maria.

Maria blushed and said, 'Look dear all, I am on my period.'

'Them come to me darling,' Liya called him.

The boy came to her and embraced her. She hugged him and fondled him for a long time on her legendary breasts. They sweet-talked for a long time and she kissed him on the crown with overflowing love. Unexpectedly Benny dived down and kissed her feet. Liya was in an expensive wafer-thin saree of rose colour.

Her enchanting breasts were almost visible behind the curtain. The boy gently lifted the saree taking his blissful time. The whole audience was spellbound. Liya was not aware of the audience, she was lost in her own world. At last, when she shuddered and filled him with the world's purest and most sacred nectar, the whole audience gasped spellbound. She collapsed on her seat cuddling the child on her breast and fondling him. She pulled herself together after a few heavy minutes and challenged, 'is there any pussy which is dry now. I bet that all of them are overflowing, including yours.' Liya pointed her finger at the teacher.

She blushed and looked down. 'Deny me if I am wrong.'

She said nothing and left the room. Indeed, her gusset was flooded as never before. She was lost in thought until she reached home. Henry was on the sly, he was not around. She called him out, she knew that he was watching obscenities on the phone. Henry stormed in with boisterous belligerence.

''Come here dear precious child,' she invited. He was taken aback, it was strange. Still, he went to her. Usually, he would blast her for nothing. she embraced him and guided his head to her copious breasts. Suddenly he was not belligerent anymore. She fondled him and kissed him deep into his hair. He snuggled deep to get more of her musk. He snuggled deep and inhaled, like a cub finding the udder he reached her sweaty armpit and inhaled deep, and he was so calm and serene. She kept on encouraging him with the sweetest possible words. She was becoming very passionate. He continued exploring kissing and sniffing her fabulous body. He took his time kissing her rig cage her belly and at last fell to his knees and kissed her feet. Nobody had tutored him, it came naturally.

Then he kissed his way up over the jeans. At her crotch, he strained to get her musk and helplessly looked at her.

'My dear precious baby,' she opened her jeans and pulled them down along with the icky panties. He cried like a child, for the first time after many years, and burrowed deep into her. She was overflowing with love. Shortly she filled him with her precious hot liquid of thawed love. That night and ever after they slept together. She lulled him to sleep breastfeeding him, opening her luscious shirt. From that very second, he was a changed man. That day they got a strong and staunch champion and apostle for the cause of the sorority.

It was a Sunday, Liya opened her eyes to a beautiful morning. She was full and brimming with energy. Liya looked at Appu sweetly sleeping between her thighs, in his sleep he was kissing her pubic hair. The last night her mind and body had been afloat on a tsunami of sheer ecstasy. Appu was to help her get ready for the church. She tussled the boy's hair sitting up without disturbing him. He moved and deep kissed her pussy.

'Are we ready for the church?' she asked.

He got up and guided her to the bathroom. After their regular ablutions, he bathed her applying shampoo to her thick soft hair and pussy. Then he made her sit on a chair to fan and dry her hair. In the meantime, he prepared hot coffee for her. She wondered what he was going to choose for her to put on. It could be one of shirts and pants or a churidar he had recently bought. In any case, it would make her look elegant and charming, he knows how to present her.

When she was finished with coffee, Appu brushed her hair and fastened a cream-coloured ribbon to tame her cloud of hair. He kissed her to savor the fragrance of her hair. Once satisfied with her sweet hair, he proceeded to work on her face and ears. He applied lotions, eyeliners, and a gentle gloss of lipstick. He surveyed her from a distance, quite satisfied, came to her and kissed both explosively quivering breasts. She tried to retain his face to her breasts. But he slithered away and vanished into the bedroom. Shortly he reappeared with a packet, triggering her curiosity.

He pulled out a new and fresh bra and with utmost devotion and concentration, he tucked in her screaming breasts and clasped the hook. He smoothened the sides of the cups and adjusted the nipples to fit perfectly into the cone. Then he made sure that the straps are properly supporting the gland and that the bottom support was even. Satisfied, he pulled out a blouse. Liya was astonished, she had almost never put on a saree, she know that she would look marvelous in a saree, but she did not have the patience to put it on. Only an excellent seamstress can stitch a saree blouse. Appu had taken the pains to get it stitched properly. She was surprised to see that the blouse hugged her bosom like a second skin.

Appu proudly pulled out a pair of panties, and she lifted her legs to support him in his pious mission. He butterfly kissed her thighs and crotch after adjusting the panties. It was followed by a fresh underskirt. At last, he produced a fresh ivory-colored saree, she was overwhelmed. It looked graceful and magnificent. He nudged her to stand up and draped the elegant fabric on her. He expertly arranged the pleats. Now she looked like a goddess straight descended from the heavens and floating. He knelt at her feet and with joined hands looked up at her. She bent and kissed his crown. He piously kissed the crotch of her saree.

In the church, he stood close to her. I watched the pair from a distance, I was happy to see them happy. Tomy was with me, like a devoted admirer.

As for Liya, she was continuously creaming into her panties. She was floating in the clouds. All men and women around were feasting on her curves and charm. The straps of her bra were visible through the blouse.

After the holy mass, there was a meeting of the parish-level mother's group. The Mother Superior gave a long speech and exhorted them ng to keep the children close to the mothers, physically and mentally. She emphasized that mothers are closer to God and thus divine. Keep them closer to your bosom, keep them closer to God, she said.

When the meeting was over the sun had become very furious. Liya found Appu still waiting for her under the guava tree close to the church. Liya was all sweating, Appu looked at her diaphanous saree with pristine adoration. They got into the car and Appu strained to inhale as much fragrance of hers as possible. Her sweat and perfume generated an exotic fragrance. They were in a hurry she was dying to feed him, and he was dying to feed on her. She struggled to control herself. Nectar was oozing freely, spilling onto her underskirt, and filtering to her fresh saree. Back at home, they struggled to get inside, and both struggled madly to down the panties. She shuddered when at last his lips were latched to her pussy. She pressed his head deep into her. She shuddered and tremulously fed him. Later he patiently undressed her and licked up the sweat in her armpits, cleavage, and breasts. They settled on the bed, and she let him worship her for a couple of hours, which resulted in multiple orgasms. Much alter they cooked lunch and ate from the same plate. The desert was delicious being flavored with her nectar.

Thus, our sorority and our eighteen years old children settled into an exhilarating rhythm, in which everybody was happy and in high spirits, each one could bring out the best in him or her. Shortly our children will be nineteen. Liya is keen on sending Tomy and Appu for higher studies in the US. I will miss them, but Liya is particular that both of them should get the best education in the world. I don't know how to cope when they are gone. Recently I am more into women and needed, there are many in the sorority, in their luscious prime. I love to make love to Liya, but the clever girl is planning to move to the US with the boys. In the meantime, Sandra married Jasmine, spurning social criticisms. She declared that she was living her own life and nobody else's. Seema occasionally visits Liya and once I had a chance to enjoy Seema's delicious body and enchanting derriere. Life is at its best, as usual. The proof of the pudding is in the eating. Eating we are from the right places.

Once more into the breach dear friends, once more. I bring you another tale of incestuous love between a mother and her son for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, comments, both good and bad are welcome.

February 1968

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes..."

Mark Turner tuned out the preacher as he stood at the gravesite, a steady drizzle of rain turning everything wet. His mother, Lauren Turner, sobbed quietly next to him as his father's remains were slowly lowered into the rectangular hole. Placing an arm around her shoulders he watched with misty eyes as the coffin dipped out of sight while the police honor guard gave a final salute to one of their fallen comrades. His arm pulled his mother even closer, protectively, acutely aware that at the ripe old age of sixteen he was now the man of the house, and as such was charged with the responsibility of taking care of his thirty-eight-year-old mother. A responsibility that he had every intention of fulfilling.

June 1973

Amy Fowler was growing frustrated as she sucked on Mark's cock with nothing to show for her efforts. She'd been at it for nearly ten minutes before she finally looked up at his face and saw his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Twisting in the bed she crawled up and lay next to him.

"Still thinking about what to do about your Mom?" she asked, her fingers caressing the dense hair on his chest.

Turning to look at her, he replied, "Yeah."

"She'll come around sweety," Amy said, something she'd told him more than once lately.

"It's been five years, and I've only been able to get her to date twice, so I seriously doubt it," he proclaimed.

"She just needs to find her own way, and you worrying about whether or not she will ever take the next step isn't good for her or you. So why don't you stop thinking about her and start thinking about getting hard so I can ride that big cock of yours."

Mark knew she was right. Instead of feeling depressed he should be concentrating on the here and now. Slipping an arm under her he pulled her on top of him, feeling her large tits mash against his chest as her thighs spread and hugged his hips. When she sat up he reached out and palmed her huge melons, the globes still fairly firm for her age. At forty-six, and slightly chubby, although he preferred to think of her as cushiony, she was still a hot piece of ass. His cock seemed to think so too as it started to grow the more he fondled her breasts.

"Mmm, that's more like it," Amy cooed as she felt his cock stiffen against her crotch.

It always pleased her when his youthful cock hardened for her. Reaching down and between them she positioned him so she could maneuver enough to sink down on his rigid pole.

"That's what I'm talking about," she managed to croak out as she slowly lowered herself. Inch after inch slid into her sodden cunt until she had all seven and a half inches buried in her hungry pussy.

It never failed to amazed him how sloppy wet her cunt would get when she was turned on, not to mention how well she could use her inner muscles to coax huge loads out of him. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year, strictly as fuck buddies, and neither of them grew tired of the other. Each romp in the hay was always exciting, and oh so pleasurable. A groan escaped his lips as she started to slowly ride up and down on his rock-hard cock. Placing his hands on her hips he allowed her to set the pace, something she always insisted on. She loved being in control, and he just loved to fuck. It didn't take long before she was speeding up, her plump round ass bouncing off his thighs with a slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh. Gazing down he watched his cock going in and out of her, her inner labia clinging to his glistening shaft with each upward thrust of her hips.

"Oh yeah...that's it...um fuck," she repeated over and over as her movements started to become erratic.

"Yeah baby, get you some of that cock," he encouraged, knowing she was about to climax.

His words sparked something animalistic in her. Harder and harder she pounded down on his thick hard prick as the waves of pleasure built in both of them. Sweat covered her tits as she drove them both to the edge and beyond. With one final downward lunge her cunt muscles clamped around his cock, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!" she screamed her release.

All he could do was grunt as he shot his load deep into her quivering quim, her pussy contracting endlessly around his shaft as she milked him dry. With a final shudder Amy fell softly forward, her sweaty breasts mashing flat against his chest.

"You know, all your mom needs is to get laid," she whispered once she caught her breath.

Laughing he replied, "Well that's all well and good, but until she starts meeting new men I'm afraid that's not gonna happen."

"You could do it," she suggested.

Shocked, he pulled his head back until he could look into her eyes. "Are you really suggesting I have sex with my own Mother?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," she replied as she sat up, his semi-hard cock still buried snugly in her soaked pussy.

"That's...disgusting," he choked out, his cock twitching slightly.

"Is it? Think about it. Your Mom is still very attractive, and at her sexual prime. I bet she'd be dynamite in the sack."

"Even so, what you're telling me to do is sick. She's my Mother for God's sake," he exclaimed.

Amy stared down at him for several seconds before saying, "Did I ever tell you about my son?"

"You have a son?" Shaun asked, his surprise evident on his face.

Amy's face clouded over briefly before she said, "Had. He passed a couple years ago in a car wreck. After that is when I packed up and moved here."

Reaching a hand up he stroked the side of her face and whispered, "I'm sorry, I had no idea."

Capturing his hand with hers she said, "Thanks. But the reason I brought him up is to let you know that him and I were intimate. As intimate as you and I are. And not once did either of us think it was sick."

Once the shock wore off he managed to say, "Wow...um...how did that happen?"

"A few months after my husband left us, Shaun, my son, crawled into bed with me because I'd been crying myself to sleep. I knew he just wanted to comfort me, but somehow things got out of control and before we knew it we were making love. It was beautiful. He was everything my husband hadn't been, caring, comforting, and most importantly, loving. Not to mention that kid could go at it all night long," she sighed.

As she finished talking Mark was surprised to find his cock had returned to full mast. The gleam in her eyes told him that she was well aware of it too. Without a word he pushed her off to the side, an audible sucking noise echoed off the walls as his cock slide from her sopping cunt.

"I want to fuck you doggystyle," he growled as he clambered to his knees.

A smile played on her lips as she positioned herself on all fours, then let her chest settle on the bed leaving her thick ass sticking up in the air. The smile grew when she felt him position himself behind her, the swollen head of his cock just touching the entrance to her dripping pussy.

"OHHH SHIT!" she screamed in ecstasy as he slammed his thick hard cock all the way in with one huge lunge.

Mark loved fucking her this way. The way her meaty cheeks rippled with each forward thrust never stopped amazing him. With each new thrust he delighted at the sight before him.

Just as her son was pummeling his hips against Amy's prodigious ass, Lauren Turner was sitting in the front room, a glass of red wine in her hand, reminiscing about the past five years. It never failed to fill her with both sorrow and love. Sorrow for the loss of her husband, and love for how her son had taken charge after the funeral. When they had returned to the small two-bedroom bungalow after the service he had announced that he was going to quit school and get a job so he could take care of her. Somehow she had managed to get him to promise to graduate first, but that hadn't stopped him from going out and getting a weekend job. She still remembered the pride on his face as he handed over his first paycheck and told her to use it for whatever they needed. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, even as she smiled at the memory.

Mark was close, he could feel it in his balls each time they swung forward against Amy's sensitive clit. With his hands gripping her fleshy hips he closed his eyes and hammered into her with all his might. Each thrust brought a squeal to her lips and a grunt from him. Just before he exploded Amy reached the pinnacle of her climax.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!" she yelled as her pussy convulsed around the thick invading tube of flesh mercilessly battering her very depths.

Her yell caused Mark to gaze down at the rippling ass, and as if in a dream, just for the briefest moment, he saw not Amy taking his glistening cock but his mother receiving his mighty thrusts. The vision was enough to shake him to his very core, but also enough to produce the greatest orgasm of his young life.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed with each jet of cum that shot up into Amy's clasping cunt.

Exhausted, Amy collapsed on the bed with Mark on top of her, his still twitching cock buried in her flooded pussy. They lay this way for some time, both fighting hard to regain their breath.

Once she could speak Amy managed to mutter, "Damn that was good!"

Mark's reply was just as weak. "Yes it was."

It was nearing ten-thirty by the time they said their goodbyes and Mark had driven the short distance to his home. He parked the old Ford pickup that he inherited from his father behind his mother's Buick at the curb, then walked the short distance to the front door. There were no lights on in the house, so he tried to be as quiet as possible when he entered. He figured his mom had already gone to bed and didn't want to wake her. To his surprise though, once his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he spotted her stretched out on the couch sound asleep.

Going into the kitchen he turned on the light above the stove which cast just enough light into the front room to see clearly without being overly bright. Retracing his steps he returned and headed over toward where she lay. He planned on waking her, but when his eyes saw how she was sprawled out he stopped dead in his tracks. Her hands rested on her stomach, but lower, one leg had slipped off the couch while the one against the back of it was raised and bent at the knee. This had caused the hem of her dress to ride up and expose her pubic region, allowing him a clear view of her mound. Unfortunately for him she was only wearing flesh-toned pantyhose with no panties underneath, her lush dark triangle of pubic hair clearly visible to his astonished gaze. Instantly his cock began to swell. Disgusted that he'd get hard while looking at his mother he returned to the relative safety of the kitchen.

Once there he got a glass of water and pondered what to do next. He knew he couldn't leave her there; she'd be stiff for days if he did. But if he woke her up she might notice how exposed she was and think that maybe he had taken some sort of liberties with her. He dismissed that idea as fast as he'd thought it. He knew she wouldn't think something like that. Would she?

"Oh stop being a wuss, and go wake her up," he chided himself.

Just as he was making up his mind about what to do he heard her stirring. Breathing a sigh of relief he headed back into the front room. By the time he got there she was sitting on the couch, her hazel eyes watching him approach.

"Guess I fell asleep," she said, her voice sounding a little dry.

"Hard day in Black Rock?" he chuckled as he sat next to her.

"Just long is all. We had staff meetings that ran a little longer than expected," she sighed.

Her job as secretary to the principal of the high school was one she'd had for the past sixteen years, and though she loved it, there were times she wished she'd gone into another career.

"You want something to eat? I make a mean fried egg sandwich," he told her.

"That's sweet dear, but we had pizza delivered at the school. I think I'll just turn in instead," she replied, then stood and headed toward the hall to the bedrooms.

Mark watched her go, his eyes slowly lowering until they settled on her hips as they swayed back and forth. His first thought was how nice her ass looked; his second thought was to reprimand himself for being such a pervert. As she disappeared he turned and leaned back into the couch, absently rearranging his semi-hard cock to a more comfortable position in his jeans. When he realized what he was doing he chastised himself once more, then stood and headed toward his own bedroom. The marathon fuck session with Amy caught up to him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The following morning he woke at his usual time of 6am, slipped on his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen where the smell of breakfast cooking filled the air. His mother was in front of the stove scrambling some eggs dressed as usual in her dark blue sleeveless cotton shift that buttoned down the front. Like every morning he slipped behind her and leaned down to peck her on the cheek. Unlike previous occasions however, this time he placed one hand on her hip, used the other to brush her hair out of the way and softly kissed the side of her neck. He felt her stiffen as soon as his lips touched her skin.

Lauren felt a shiver run up her spine when her son's kiss landed on her neck. A feeling she hadn't felt in five long years. Her husband used to do that to her, and it always made her pussy tingle. What she found disconcerting was her son's touch had the same effect. She breathed a sigh of relief when he said good morning and then backed away. As she placed the food on the table she was sure he could see the blush on her face. They ate in silence for a bit, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

Finally speaking, Mark asked, "Have any plans for tonight?"

Without looking at him she replied, "No, why?"

"Well, it's Friday, not to mention payday, and I was wondering if I could take my favorite girl out to dinner and a movie," he answered, his eyes rising to look across the table.

"That would be nice. So who's your favorite girl this week?" she joked.

Without skipping a beat he said, "I was thinking Ms. Richmond from down the block. I hear she's always looking for a good time."

Pouting she whined, "All this time I thought I was your favorite, now the truth comes out."

Laughing he took his empty plate and as he passed by her chair he leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. Once he placed his dishes in the sink he returned and leaned down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"You have always been my favorite girl Mom, and always will be," he whispered into her ear.

"I'm going to hold you to that," she chuckled as she watched him head to his room to get ready for work.

Once he left she sat quietly sipping her coffee and thought about her reaction to his kiss on the neck. He had never done that before, so she doubted he knew that it was something her late husband used to do to get her juices flowing. What puzzled her was the reaction she had to her son doing it. It was as if her body responded to his kiss just the same as it did with her husband. Shaking her head she finished her cup and went to get ready for the work day.

Mark pulled into the Les Schwab Tire Center exactly ten minutes before it opened; something he'd been doing since he first started working there five years ago. He had been lucky when he asked the manager for a job so long ago. Turned out that the manager, Bill Martin, was close friends with his dad. At first Bill was hesitant to hire a sixteen-year-old, even if it was just part time, but knowing Marks father had died while protecting their community swayed his better judgement. Mark worked weekends cleaning up, and any other odd job that needed doing, until he turned eighteen. Bill then offered him a training position that would turn into a fulltime job if things worked out. It was one of the best choices he could've made he later confided to Mark's mother on their one and only date.

Just as her son was walking into the tire shop, Lauren was standing in front of the full-length mirror on her door slowly unbuttoning her shift. Once she was naked she ran her eyes up and down her body. The reflection staring back at her showed a woman who stood five foot six inches tall and weighed just a shade under one-thirty. Soft, thick black hair hung down to just past her shoulders, usually worn in a ponytail. Further examination revealed small b-cup breasts that hung proudly on her chest with brownish areolas the size of quarters, the nipples in the center decent sized. A flat tummy and slim waist gave way to flared hips and long, toned legs. Sitting between the upper thighs was a triangle of black pubes that contrasted nicely with the creamy white skin around it. Not bad, she thought to herself as she gazed at her reflection. Running a hand through her pubic hair she allowed the tip of her middle finger to drag across her clitoris briefly, savoring the exquisite tingle that shot through her. A quick glance at her bedside clock told her that she needed to stop daydreaming and get ready for work.

Mark arrived home about thirty minutes before his mom was due. Usually he got home closer to an hour before her but having to stop at the bank to deposit his paycheck and keep out enough money for their date had eaten up some time. Having only one bathroom caused problems sometimes and wanting to be ready before she got home he quickly showered and changed into a pale denim shirt and his favorite button-fly Levi's.

Lauren walked through the front door a few minutes later and saw her son sitting on the couch already dressed for their night on the town. Her heart swelled with pride knowing that he had grown up to be such a responsible young man. So much like his father, she thought to herself.

"Hey honey, how was your day?" she asked as she placed her purse on the coffee table.

"It was Tire...some," he replied with a grin.

"Clever," she chuckled, even though he'd used that pun before.

"Yeah, I know. I need to come up with something new huh?" he responded.

"While you think about it, I'll go get ready. Don't want to miss the beginning of the movie," she said, then headed toward her bedroom.

After she left Mark thought of something he needed to ask her, so he walked down to her room and found her door partly open. Without thinking he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Mom, I was wondering which movie you want..." his voice trailing off as he stared at the vision before him.

Lauren had just let her dress fall to the floor when she was startled by his entrance into her room. Spinning around to face him she stuttered out a squawk of surprise.

"God, I'm sorry, Mom," he stammered out before making a hasty retreat back to the front room, leaving her standing there staring at the open door.

Shakely he sat back down on the couch; the image of her near nude body burned deeply into the recesses of his mind. He replayed what he had seen. She had been standing there wearing only a frilly cupped white bra and her flesh-colored pantyhose. He hadn't been able to see much of her breast, just the smooth white skin above her bra, but below he once again saw she wore no panties, leaving her pubic hair on full display. The stirring of his cock filled him with disgust but did not stop him from reliving the scene over and over in his head. The sound of the shower starting snapped him out of his reverie and by the time the shower stopped he had his cock under control. Once she appeared he jumped to his feet and began to stammer another apology, but she stopped him.

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"Don't worry about it sweetie, it was my fault for not shutting the door all the way. So, shall we head out?"

Weakly he replied, "Sure."

Being a small town didn't afford very many options for dining out, so they settled for Dottie's Fine Dining. While they were checking out the menus a shadow fell across the table. When they looked up Lauren smiled warmly, while Mark almost had a stroke. Standing there was Amy Fowler, a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Hi Lauren, it's so nice to see you out and about," she said, before shifting her gaze to Mark. "And you too, Mark."

"Hi," he managed to croak out.

His mother had no problem speaking.

"Hey Amy, it's good to see you too," she cheerfully said.

"You two know each other?" Amy inquired, her eyes lingering on Mark long enough to make him uncomfortable.

"This is my son," Lauren happily replied.

"I knew you had a son, but I didn't know it was Mark here," came Amy's response.

"You know my son?" Lauren asked.

"Why yes. We met at the tire shop," Amy confided, much to Mark's relief.

To change the subject he asked, "And how do you two know each other?"

"Oh, your Mom and I both work for the school," Amy answered.

"Amy is one of the student guidance counselors," Lauren clarified.

"I see," he nonchalantly replied, realizing how little he knew about Amy.

Amy and Lauren chatted for a few minutes more before Amy said she had to get back to her table. Mark's eyes followed her progress until she sat at a table occupied by an older couple.

"So how long have you known Mrs. Fowler?" his mom asked.

Without looking up he replied, "Not that long, I've rotated her tires a time or two."

"That's nice. She's a sweet lady so you make sure to take special care of her when she comes in for service," Lauren said before turning her attention back to her menu.

He almost choked with her statement. He couldn't help wondering what his mother would think of the nice lady if she knew that said lady had incestuous sex with her son. He also wondered what she would say if she found out that he was fucking her too. It was best not to dwell on that fact he told himself.

Once they finished their meal he left a nice tip, paid their tab and headed out the door with Lauren in the lead. This gave Mark a chance to admire his mother. The dress she wore was a simple brown number with a flower design that hugged her frame just enough to show her curves without being too snug. The hem ended just below mid-thigh giving him an excellent view of her shapely legs. It was while he was looking at them he realized that she wasn't wearing any stockings or pantyhose. Just as they reached the car he jumped ahead and opened her door for her.

"Allow me to be a gentleman," he said, executing an exaggerated bow which caused her to laugh out loud.

"Why thank you, kind Sir," she giggled as she climbed into the seat.

Just as he'd hoped, the hem of her dress rose as she put first one foot in, followed swiftly by the other one. Unfortunately it didn't rise far enough to satisfy his curiosity about whether she only went without panties when she wore pantyhose, or if she went without them all the time. As he rounded the car to get into the passenger seat he had to adjust his crotch area. As he settled into the seat a wave of shame washed over him for his impure thoughts.

It turned out the film playing at the only movie house in town was The Godfather part2, something that neither had any interest in watching. After a short discussion they decided to just call it a night and head home. For the rest of the evening they lounged around the house watching television before both headed off to their rooms. As they walked down the hall Lauren turned suddenly causing Mark to collide with her. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her waist which caused their torsos to mesh together. Both stood there for a few seconds just staring into the other's eyes, the silence growing in the small hallway. Finally she pushed against his chest and stepped back a bit.

With a slight blush on her cheeks, she said, "I just wanted to thank you for tonight sweetheart."

Stepping closer he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, "It was my pleasure, Mom."

Once again the silence in the hall grew until they both said goodnight and went to their rooms, sleep eluding both for some time.

The next morning Lauren wandered into the kitchen dressed as usual where she found Mark fixing two cups of coffee dressed in his robe too. As if he sensed her presence he turned, smiled, and pointed to the dinner table. She took a seat and watched as he continued to pour the coffee. A smile played on her lips as she thought about how much he looked like his father. At five-ten he was just a tad bit taller, but his soft brown hair, striking blue eyes and wide shoulders were definitely a trait he'd gotten from his dad. When he turned and brought the cups to the table she saw the beautiful smile he always sported, something he got from her. He placed his cup down first then stepped over to her. Just before he reached where she was sitting the sash of his robe snagged on the chair next to her causing it to fall open. What greeted her eyes was something she knew he hadn't inherited from his father. His broad chest had a thick thatch of curly hair, but as her eyes involuntarily lowered, she noticed that his pubic hair looked as if he kept it trimmed short. Another thing he hadn't gotten from his father was the thick cock swinging freely between his legs. Lauren felt her throat constrict and her heart race in her chest.

Swiftly placing her cup down, Mark spun around and shakily retied his robe before taking his own seat. He was fully aware that his morning wood had only partially gone down, so he knew his mother had gotten a good look at his junk.

"Sorry about that, Mom," he stammered, his face a bright crimson in color.

Forcing the laughter down she responded, "Don't be. Who doesn't want a show with their morning coffee?"

"Oh God," he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

She lost her battle to stifle the laughter. This only caused him to groan louder. After she got herself composed she glanced over at him and said, "It's fine honey. We'll just call this payback for you seeing me. Okay?"

"I guess that's fair," he replied, his face still red as a beet when he looked up.

For several minutes they remained silent, sipping their coffee, each filled with thoughts that neither should have. For him it was the memory of seeing her half undressed. This brought a twitch to his cock. For her she couldn't get the image of her son's cock out of her head. Even only partially hard she had been impressed by its size and girth. She could feel the moisture growing between her thighs.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he asked, "Ready for more coffee?"

"Yeah, but maybe I should get it this time," she answered, a wide smile plastered to her face as she picked up their cups and walked over to the counter.

He watched her pour the coffee and decided it was time to bring up his concerns about her future. He waited until she was sitting.

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she replied.

"I was just wondering if you are ever going to start dating again," he said, fully aware they'd gone over this before.

With a groan she replied, "Not this again."

"Yes, this again."

Glancing over at him she asked, "Why do you keep harping on this? I told you I have no desire to start dating."

"I know, but I worry that you're missing out on so much. Dad's been gone five years now, it's time to turn the page and get on with your life," came his reply.

"I'm well aware of how long it's been," she said with an edge to her voice.

"So you can see where I'm coming from, can't you?" he asked.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine sweetie. I don't need to look for another man, I'm perfectly happy the way things are."

"Don't you want to experience all that comes with having a relationship? And yes, by that I mean sexually too," he softly said.

Instead of saying anything she just stared at him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

Mark registered the look on her face but continued anyway.

"You are obviously a very healthy woman, at least from what I've seen. So you should still have desires in that area. It might be you've repressed those desire so long there's a need to re-ignite your pilot light. Do you think that is why you avoid dating?"

"So, what am I now, a furnace?" she asked, her forehead furrowing.

"That's not what I meant. I just wonder if you've lost the urge to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh."

Taking a sip of her coffee she glared at him for a bit before talking.

"This isn't the kind of conversation a Mother has with her Son. But just so you know, I have the same urges as any woman my age. Do I miss sex? Oh course I do. But that's no reason to get involved with some man that I hardly know. Now if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if we could change the subject."

Mark knew when to shut up. So instead of pestering her further he started talking about things that had nothing to do with sex. But truth be told, his cock was quite rigid from their previous conversation. What he didn't know was his mother's slit was soaking wet as well.

When she rose and took her cup to the sink he watched her. She just stood there staring out the window into the back yard. Slowly he stood and walked over to her. Standing behind her he slid his hands around her waist and placed them on her stomach, while lowering his chin onto her shoulder, something he'd done in the past.

"I really didn't mean to upset you, Mom," he whispered into her ear.

Lauren felt his chest press into her back and savored the feel of his strong arms around her. Placing one hand over his, she reached up and cupped the side of his face with the other one.

"I know honey," she whispered back.

"I just want you to be as happy as possible," he said, then turned his face and planted tiny little kisses on the side of her neck.

A moan floated from her mouth as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Closing her eyes she allowed the pleasurable sensations coursing through her to take hold. Before she could fully succumb to the affects her son's kisses were having on her he stopped, whispered he loved her, then left her standing there. If it hadn't been for the counter to lean on she was sure she would've slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Mark had heard her soft moan and felt the way her body had seemed to melt against his. It scared him. He hadn't expected her to react the way she had. Swiftly he ran to his room, put on some clothes, and in less than five minutes he was pulling away from the house with no particular destination in mind. All he knew was he had to get away from there before his body betrayed him. Before he did something that he couldn't take back.

Lauren heard the front door close, and Mark's truck roar off. She was surprised he hadn't told her where he was going. She made her way to the table and sat heavily into her chair, her mind going a mile a minute with questions that she had no idea how to answer. The biggest one was would she have stopped things from getting out of hand if her son had continued. Fear clutched at her heart as she realized that she didn't know the answer to that.

He drove around aimlessly for a spell before finding himself outside Amy's place. Normally he never came over on Saturdays, preferring to spend that day with his mom. But here he was, confused, and quite horny.

Amy answered the door in just her robe since she'd just gotten out of the shower. She was a little surprised to see Mark standing there but beckoned him in when she noticed the troubled look on his face.

"Something wrong baby?" she asked after shutting the door.

Mark eyed her up and down for several seconds before saying, "I'll tell you in a little while, but if you're up for it I'd love to fuck the shit out of you first."

"When have you known me not to be up for that?" she replied, her lips stretched into a huge smile.

An hour later she still had that smile as she lay on her stomach, her legs spread apart revealing her gaping pussy as cum oozed from it. Her large, rounded buttocks were red from Mark savagely slamming his hips into them, as well as a few well-placed slaps. Turning her head she saw him lying next to her staring at the ceiling.

"Well, someone was pretty enthusiastic there. Mind telling me what brought that on," she inquired, pulling her legs together and turning on her side to face him.

Mark's bottom lip quivered briefly before he told her everything that had happened. He told her about seeing his mother nearly naked, not once, but twice. He also told her about kissing her on the neck and how she had responded. He also confessed to having lewd dreams about her that he found both disgusting and highly erotic at the same time. When he finally finished blurting out his story he lay there breathless, and to both their astonishment, fully erect once more.

Amy reached over and squeezed his cock.

"Did you enjoy how she reacted to your touch?" she asked as her hand slid up and down on his pulsating shaft.

"Honestly, yes. And that's what scares me, because I'm not sure if I could stop myself from doing something that could ruin our relationship forever," he told her, the pleasure in his cock building.

"What made you kiss her neck in the first place?" she inquired, increasing the speed of her stroking hand.

"Dad used to do that to her, and it seemed to make her happy. I remember how she smiled on those occasions." He knew that talking about his mother was somehow heightening the sensation running through his shaft.

"I can't tell you what to do, that would be your choice to make. My personal opinion is nothing ventured, nothing gained." The cock in her hand began to really throb.

"You really ought to stop or it's going to get messy really quick," he moaned.

"Mmm...I like messy. Just close your eyes and picture your Mom taking this big, hard cock in her pussy. I'm sure she'd love to feel it sliding deep inside, giving her the pleasure that she truly needs," Amy whispered.

Mark's body went rigid as cum erupted out of his cock and shot straight up into the air before coming back down and coating Amy's hand and his stomach. She continued to milk him until she was sure there was nothing left, then she leaned over and sucked his deflating penis into her mouth. Once she had his cock clean she devoured the cum that had splattered on her hand.

With a sigh she stretched out next to him and said, "That was tasty."

After catching his breath he rolled onto his side and said, "Mom deserves to be happy doesn't she?"

"Yes," came her reply.

"Okay, say I do this, and she doesn't kill me, how do you suggest I go about getting her to see what she's missing?"

"My advice would be to go slowly; see how she responds."

"That doesn't help me much. I mean how do I get the ball rolling?" he asked.

Propping herself on her elbow and gazing into his eyes she said, "Listen, all women have a trigger that gets them hot. From what you've told me I'd say you already found your Moms'."

"Seemed that way to me," he replied.

"Okay, if you really want to do this, then here's what you should do," Amy said.

For the next twenty minutes she tutored him on how to proceed. Once she finished he got up and headed to the door, a troubled look in his eyes. Amy watched from her front window as he drove away, positive that if he succeeded she'd never have him in her bed again. She was okay with that, if it helped another lonely mother blossom.

When he arrived home he didn't see his mother anywhere. A quick search led him to the back yard where she was tending to her flower bed. She hadn't heard him so for several minutes he stood there and just admired her as she labored at one of her favorite pastimes. She was wearing a wide, floppy-brimmed hat, a pale-yellow tank top and white baggy shorts. He found the shorts too baggy to be flattering, but the top fit her snuggly across her back with no hint of a bra underneath. He found that quite unusual. She had never worked in her garden without one to his knowledge. Before she had a chance to notice him he slipped back inside and headed for the bathroom, acutely aware of the aroma of sex that was pouring off him. Closing the door, but not locking it, he stripped then stepped into the shower.

Lauren finished what she was doing, rose, then headed inside, the front of her tank top saturated with perspiration making it almost transparent. Just as she entered the hall to go to her room the bathroom door opened and out stepped her son. A tiny squeal escaped her lips causing him to stop and look in her direction. As if in slow motion they each took in the sight of the other. Mark's eyes automatically homed in on the twin points of her chest, her areola clearly visible through the wet fabric. As he stared he noticed the nipples grow hard and point out. As for his mom she had a much better view. Her son stood there buck naked holding his bundled clothing in one arm while his cock and balls swung freely. As she stared his cock seemed to begin swelling right before her very eyes. The encounter only lasted a couple of seconds before he dashed into his room and shut the door, leaving her standing there with her jaw hanging open.

Once she regained her composure she went to her room and softly closed her door. Questions rattled around in her brain as if on an endless loop. Why had his cock started getting hard? Why was her crotch so wet? What the hell was happening here? Her first question was answered when she glanced into her mirror and saw how visible her nipples were. She didn't even question why they were so hard. The sight of a man's cock always had that effect on her, apparently even her sons. Throwing her hat on the bed she undressed and put on her bathrobe, then headed for a much-needed shower.

Mark heard the shower start as he hastily dressed in gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Knowing his mother was in the shower gave him the opportunity to slip out of his room unseen and sit on the couch. He couldn't believe he'd flashed his mom twice now. He expected an awkward few minutes when she was done. What he got instead was an awkward several hours. Neither knew what to say to the other, so they basically didn't say anything at all for some time. By dinner time the awkwardness had given way to light banter, and by the time the dishes were done, and they had settled on the couch it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

They settled for watching an old John Wayne movie, and as was their habit, Lauren sat next to him with his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder. She always felt so safe when he did that. For him, it was just the comfort of hearing her purr once in a while as she snuggled closer and closer to him during these times. Once the movie ended she stood and said goodnight. As was his custom he stood, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Nothing about the incident in the hall had been spoken, but as they lay in bed both thought about it.

Sunday started out like usual. Lauren woke first and began fixing breakfast. As she flipped the pancakes Mark walked in, said good morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the table. This time he didn't even give her a hug. For some reason Lauren couldn't understand why she felt disappointed.

"What, no hugs and kisses this morning?" she asked keeping her back to him.

A smile crept on his face as he stood and walked up to her. Slipping his hands around to her tummy he bent forward and planted several kisses on her neck. When he felt her shudder he let his hands drift lower until they were almost touching her pubic mound. He kept them there for just a scant second before returning to the table.

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"That's more like it," she said without turning. She didn't want him to see the way her bottom lip was quivering.

When she did turn around she noticed that he was fully dressed.

"No robe this morning?" she questioned.

Chuckling he replied, "Didn't want what happened yesterday to happen again."

"That's disappointing," she said as she sat. "I was hoping for another show."

He wasn't sure if she was serious or not until he saw the twinkle in her eyes.

"Twice in one day wasn't good enough?" he laughed.

"Us old gals like a thrill just as much as the next guy," came her reply.

"Well, if you play your cards right you might catch me coming out of the shower again. Something I really do apologize for, Mom. I didn't expect you in so soon."

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Lauren did notice that he seemed to be more helpful than normal, even going grocery shopping with her. As the week went by she noticed that he had become a little more touchy-feely. Nothing outrageous, just light touches on her arms, sometimes brushing against her even though there was plenty of room to get by her. She also noticed that he watched her more often than usual, she could feel his eyes on her whenever he was around. At first she found that a little disconcerting, but by Thursday she found herself doing the same thing to him. One thing that had changed was he no longer kissed her on the neck. He went back to giving her light hugs and pecks on the cheek instead. Oddly, she missed it.

By Friday Mark was quite pleased how things were going. Amy had told him to take his time, so that's what he was doing. His mom seemed more relaxed, even teasing him about when he was going to flash her again. He did miss feeling her tremble when he kissed her neck but knew if he was going to succeed he had to go slow.

The weekend flew by. He helped her in her flower garden on Saturday and on Sunday they made cookies together. If anyone had been watching they would've sworn it was like watching two teenagers play, because a lot of flour was wasted as they kept bumping into each other. Sunday evening found them on the couch watching a romance movie, Lauren snuggled up tight against her son. During a commercial break Mark turned to her and asked why she didn't wear panties with her pantyhose.

Stunned, she leaned away from him and asked, "Where did that come from?"

With a shrug of his shoulder he said, "Just curious."

"That's a strange thing for you to be wondering about, don't you think?"

"It is, but each time I've seen you in your pantyhose I noticed you didn't wear panties, and I was just wondering why," he answered, his face slightly red.

Lauren's brow furrowed as she registered his use of the words 'each time'. How many times had he seen her in just her pantyhose she wondered. She knew of only that one time a week ago, but he had implied that he had seen her dressed that way on more than one occasion. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd been spying on her.

"Each time?" she asked.

Relief washed over her when he told her about coming home and finding her on the couch with her dress hiked up. She remembered that night. Snuggling back into him she couldn't stop wondering what had gone through his mind as he gazed down on her sleeping form. Probably had a boner for days she found herself hoping.

He heard her soft giggle and asked, "What's so funny?"

Patting his arm she replied, "Nothing sweetie. But to put your mind at ease, I find wearing panties with them is a little too uncomfortable."

Marked draped his arm back over her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Monday morning Mark decided to resume kissing her on the neck, but unfortunately she was already sitting at the table when he stepped into the kitchen. There was a cup waiting for him on the counter. They exchanged their normal banter until it was time for him to go to work. The day dragged by.

Tuesday he got lucky and caught her just getting ready to pour her first cup of the day. Stealthily he slid in behind her and encircled her waist with his arms, his hands pressed just above her mound. When his lips met her neck she stiffened.

"Honey, you really shouldn't be doing that," she whispered even as her hand came up and cupped the back of his head.

"You like it, don't you?" he whispered back.

"Yes," she answered with a tremor in her voice.

"Good, because I forgot to give you a hug yesterday," he proclaimed, once more raining soft kisses up and down the side of her neck.

Lauren melted into him until it dawned on her that one of his hands had slid down and was resting squarely on her mound. Before she could protest he backed away, but not before the hand on her mound pressed harder. She couldn't stop the tiny moan from coming out. The rest of the morning she sat there in a half daze with her pussy on fire and her mind a jumbled mess of outrages thoughts. Even after Mark left for work she sat there staring into her luke-warm cup of coffee. She was troubled by the knowledge that if her son had kept his hand on her mound much longer she would have surely orgasmed.

Thursday she did have an orgasm. She was waiting, half asleep, for the coffee to brew, her hair already in a ponytail, when Mark stepped up behind her. His hands came snaking around her waist, one landing close enough to touch the bottom of her right breast, while the other landed squarely on her pubic mound. Before she had a chance to ask him what he thought he was doing his lips went to work on the sensitive flesh on her neck.

"Mark...sweetie...you really should stop," she moaned, unable to control what was happening to her body.

Mark didn't stop. As soon as he'd seen her standing there he knew he had to push the envelope. So instead of stopping he began to press his hand harder into her mound until he felt his middle finger at the top of her slit. Slowly he began to rotate his whole hand on her mound making sure that the tip of his middle finger stayed in contact with what he suspected was her clitoris.

"Honey..." Lauren moaned, swiftly losing all sense of reality as her pussy flooded with her secretions.

Maybe if her shift had been thicker she would have had a fighting chance to fend off the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Maybe. But it wasn't thick. If anything it felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all.

What she hadn't become aware of yet was how Mark had slipped his finger through the fabric between the buttonholes, his middle finger actually rubbing her clit freely now, her juices coating its tip.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered.

She heard his whisper of love, then almost fainted when his finger slid lower and plunged into her sodden hole.

"OH GOD!" she screamed as her pussy clenched around his invading finger.

Mark felt her stiffen briefly before her body began to shake violently in his grasp causing the hand beneath her breast to slip and land directly on her tit. Without thinking his fingers sought out the erect nipple and gave it a pinch.

"OH...Fuck!" she shrieked as a kaleidoscope of multi-colored flashes erupted inside her brain reminding her of the July fourth fireworks they had watched.

Her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train, derailing any thought of telling her son to stop this madness. Her eyes slammed shut and her legs turned to jelly as wave after glorious wave of pleasure rocked her very being. Huffing for air she sagged against him, thankful that he still had his arms wrapped around her waist, otherwise she knew without a doubt that she would have dropped to the floor.

Mark knew he had gone too far. All he had planned to do was lightly caress her mound, but somehow his finger had found a way through her clothes. Once he felt her stiff clit with his fingertip it was game on. But now that it was over fear raised its' ugly head. He had no idea how to explain his actions but was pretty sure that she was going to freak out when she gathered her thoughts. While waiting for his mother to finally regained some strength in her legs he continued to support her weight. Slowly he felt her brace herself against the counter, allowing him to relax his hold on her.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I got carried away, please forgive me," he pleaded.

Standing on her own, her head bowed down, she whispered, "Go, leave me be."

"Mom, I really am sorry," he almost sobbed.

"Mark please...just go," she almost groaned.

Relief washed over her when she felt him pull away, but she still stood there with her head down, afraid that if she turned around he would be there. It wasn't fear of him being there. No, it was fear that he would see the lust in her eyes. Her willpower was gone, he had awakened the beast of desire within her that she had spent five long years trying to keep caged. She could still feel his finger buried in her and his hard length pressed into her ass. More tingles spread out from her still twitching twat as her mind relived what had happened. Once her composure returned she knew she had to confront her son. Squaring her shoulders she headed to his room.

Mark heard the soft knock on his door and before he could say anything his mother came in.

"You want to explain to me just what the HELL you were thinking," she said, trying desperately to keep her voice level.

"I...I got carried away," he replied.

"You think? I'm your Mother, Mark, you can't be doing stuff like that with me," she said, the edge in her voice noticeably gone.

"I didn't mean for it to go that far, Mom. I really am sorry," he said, unable to look her in the eyes.

She had never been able to stay mad at him for long, and now was no exception. If truth be told, she had enjoyed what he had done. Immensely. But she sure wasn't about to admit it out loud. No, that was something she would keep to herself. Maybe even use it late at night. While she was thinking these thoughts her eyes roamed about the room as any mother's would. That's when she noticed the open suitcase lying on his bed. When she turned her gaze back to him she also noticed that he was fully dressed. A chill ran down her spine as she pointed toward the bed.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I thought you wanted me to go away," he answered weakly.

"All I meant was give me some space, not for you to move out," she softly said, stepping forward and slipped her arms around his waist.

Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even tighter against his chest.

"Are you mad at me for what I did?" he asked, his voice so low she barely heard him.

Tightening her arms around him she whispered, "No. I'm just confused about why you did it."

"Because I love you," he simply said, as if that answered everything.

"I love you, too," she replied before breaking their embrace. "Now put that away and come into the kitchen, you can't go to work on an empty stomach."

Once Mark had left for work she remained sitting at the table mulling over what had transpired. Try as she might, she couldn't deny that her son had given her the best orgasm of her life. She could still feel remnants of her fluids leaking from her pussy. Her husband had been a caring lover, but damn, she'd never shot off like that before. That thought caused a shudder to creep up her spine. With a heavy sigh she rose and proceeded to go about her normal routine. All through her workday her mind would recall the feel of her son's finger in her cunt and the stiffness of his cock pressed against her ass. When this happened another shudder would shoot through her causing a huge smile to spread on her lips.

Mark wasn't fairing any better with his own thoughts. He recalled how drenched his finger had been when he removed it from his mother's pussy. He also remembered sucking his finger clean when he had gone back to his room, the taste of her juices still lingering on his tastebuds. He spent most of the day just trying to keep his dick from tenting out the front of his jeans. By the time he got home he had no choice. He went into the bathroom and stroked himself into a frenzy of unbridled euphoria. It took three times before he was finally sated.

When Lauren returned home she found him sitting on the couch still in his work clothes. She said hi, shot him a brilliant smile and walked to her bedroom. Deliberately leaving her door partially open she proceeded to remove her clothes. Once she had all but her pantyhose off she turned and looked at the open door. For reasons she didn't understand she secretly hoped to see him standing there watching, but the doorway was empty. A slight twinge of disappointment flittered through her. She finished undressing then opted to just put on the same thing she was wearing that morning. A sense of expectation filled her as she made her way back to the front room, only to find it empty when she got there. Turning on the television she settled on the couch, one foot under her, and waited for Mark to come out of his room. She was quite surprised when twenty minutes later her son walked in the front door carrying a bag from McDonalds.

"Got you a fillet of fish," he stated as he placed the bag on the coffee table.

"Thank you honey," she said as she slid her leg out from under her and scooted to the edge of her seat.

It was only a brief glimpse, but as she situated herself Mark had an unobstructed view of her crotch. A small smile played on her lips as she watched his eyes go wide. She really wasn't sure why she was teasing him, but the look on his face made her feel a little giddy.

"Nothing to drink?" she inquired.

"Their soda machine was broken, so I thought I'd have a beer and maybe you'd want a glass of wine," he answered as he headed to the kitchen.

"Ooh, wine and McDonalds, how fancy," she chuckled.

When he returned he sat a full glass of white wine in front of her and took a seat on the other end of the couch. They both began to eat, making small talk between bites. She was at a loss to where the wine had come from, as far as she knew they didn't have any white wine. When she asked about it he told her that he had picked it up on his way home. He figured she might like a glass to unwind with. One glass turned into three by the time they were snuggled on the couch watching the eight o'clock movie. By the end of the movie the bottle would be empty.

Completely out of the blue she asked, "So, and I'm not mad, could you tell me what possessed you to do what you did this morning?"

Swallowing the last of his second beer he turned to look directly into her eyes. "I just wanted to remind you of what you were missing out on. But in all honesty, I really hadn't meant for it to go as far as it did, and for that I'm truly sorry," he told her.

With a light chuckle she said, "So your objective was to, how did you put it?"

Chuckling himself he said, "Re-light your pilot light."

"I see," she whispered.

"Did it work?" he asked.

"There was definitely a spark, but I'm not sure if it lit all the way," she giggled.

Mark didn't know how to respond to that. Was she suggesting that he should do more to restart her libido, or was it just the wine talking? He was torn with indecision as he turned his attention back to the television.

When the movie ended she told him she was going to bed, but when she stood it was apparent to both of them that she was really unsteady on her feet. Standing he offered to help her down the hall, an offer she readily accepted. As he helped guide her toward her bedroom somehow the hand he had on her ribs slid up and pressed against the side of her tit. He marveled at the feel, and since she didn't object he kept it there until they reached her door. Kissing her cheek he said goodnight and waited till she softly closed her door. He stayed outside her room listening for anything out of the ordinary, such as her falling before reaching her bed. When nothing happened and he noticed a light under the door he started to walk away but stopped after only a few steps. Turning he gazed at her door. Out of an abundance of caution he went over and opened it just enough so that he would hear if anything happened.

For the longest time sleep eluded him. He lay there staring up at the ceiling wondering what to do. Not about helping her open up, that was the least of his worries. No, what he needed to know was whether to tell her that he was falling in love with her.

While Mark was mulling over his dilemma Lauren lay naked on her bed, legs spread, the fingers of her right-hand dancing lightly over her stiff clit. Rarely did she masturbate, but her son's hand touching her breast had awoken the urge. Slowly she let one finger slide between her wet folds and sink knuckle deep into her heat.

"OH God! Mark!" she hollered as a second finger joined the first.

Mark couldn't help but hear her. Thinking she was calling out for help he rushed to her room completely oblivious to his own nakedness. Once he reached her door he pushed it open the rest of the way and was greeted by the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His mother lay there spread-eagled, head back, eyes tightly shut with one hand mauling her tits while the other stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt. The sound of her wetness filled the room as the glow from the bedside lamp left nothing to the imagination. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself at the foot of her bed savoring the sight of her fingers parting her hairy slit. Primal urges sprang up causing him to lose all rational thought. Slowly he placed his knees on the bed and proceeded to crawl between her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy.

Lauren felt the bed shift. Pulling her fingers from her heated depths she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed toward the foot of her bed. Even though her vision was fuzzy she could clearly see her son climbing onto the bed. At first speechless, she watched him crawl between her still open thighs, but her voice returned when his hands landed on the inside of her thighs and pushed them further apart.

"Mark? Honey? What are you...ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as his lips clamped around her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling circles around the sensitive flesh.

Feebly she reached down with one hand meaning to push his head away from her pussy, but only managed to curl her fingers into his hair and pull his face tighter against her steaming box. Another wail erupted from her mouth as a wave of pleasure, more exquisite than anything she had ever felt before, sent shockwaves cascading through every nerve fiber in her body. In no time at all her breathing became ragged, and her eyelids began to flutter.

Mark savored the sweet taste of his mother as his tongue worked tirelessly on her engorged clitoris, her juices flowing freely onto his chin. Lowering his upper body between her thighs he slid his hands up past her hips until they cupped both breasts. Deftly his fingers found her erect nipples and began to gently pinch and twist them.

"MARRRKKKKKKK!" she screamed as the first orgasm shot through her.

With a smile on his face he lowered his tongue until it was slithering between her saturated folds, eagerly drinking in the abundance of fluid pouring from his mother's twitching twat. Underneath him his rock-hard cock throbbed endlessly, soaking the bed with his pre-cum.

Fireworks exploded in her brain and her eyes rolled back into her head when she felt her son stuff two fingers deep into her smoldering depths.

As soon as his fingers were fully inserted into her wet hole he felt her body go rigid, then suddenly limp. Pulling his mouth from her cunt he glanced up her body and saw that her eyes were closed. Releasing his hands from her tits he shifted around until his ass was resting on his calves. Panic started to set in until he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Carefully he crawled off the bed and stared down at his mother's dripping pussy, his rampant rod sticking obscenely out in front of him. He knew it would be so easy to just crawl back onto the bed and guide his cock into her soaked pussy. But he also knew that that would be the ultimate betrayal of her trust. Gently he pulled a blanket over her, turned off her lamp and left. He did leave her bedroom door open just in case.

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Lauren's internal clock woke her about the same time as her alarm would have, if she had actually set it. Swinging her legs over the side she sat up, instantly aware that her head was throbbing. As she sat there the memories of last night slowly filtered into her brain. She remembered the wine and the movie, at least some of it. But the thing that was vividly etched into her mind was seeing her son with his face buried in her muff, his tongue doing things to her that she had never experienced. How far they had gone she wasn't sure. Slowly she reached between her legs and ran her fingers through her slit. She was wetter than normal.

"Oh God," she groaned, holding her aching head in her hands.

Fighting off the hangover she dressed and headed to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee and aspirin. By the time her son walked in she was feeling a little better, at least her head was no longer pounding.

Mark stepped into the kitchen and did a doubletake as he spotted his mom at the table. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her eyes looked bloodshot. Fixing himself a cup, he sat down, his stomach tied up in a knot of nerves as he waited for her to unleash her wrath on him. What she did instead threw him for a loop.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, her red-rimmed eyes staring into his.

"Sure Mom," he replied, dipping his eyes to the table, unable to hold her gaze.

"Did we have sex last night?" came her question.

"Um, not completely," he mumbled.

"Not completely? What in the hell does that mean? Either we did, or we didn't," she stated.

Glancing up at her he asked, "How much of last night do you remember?"

"Pretty much everything, especially the part where you climbed into my bed. What I'm sketchy on is how far did we go," she told him.

Taking a deep breath he began to explain the events of last night. He told her about hearing her call out his name, and thinking something was wrong, had gone into her room and seeing her pleasuring herself. He told her that seeing her like that had caused him to lose control. When he finally got to the part where she had passed out he could see a small smile begin to play at the corners of her mouth.

"So we never actually fucked?" she asked.

Her use of profanity shocked and aroused him at the same time.

"No, we didn't get that far," he half chuckled.

"I see," she mumbled, a far off look in her eyes.

"I would have, Mom," he said.

Snapped out of her thoughts she asked, "Would have what dear?"

"Made love to you," he softly replied.

She sat there quietly for what seemed like forever causing him to think that maybe he had said the wrong thing.

Finally she spoke. "You do remember that I'm your Mother, don't you?"

For Mark it was time to unburden his soul. Rising he walked over and dropped to one knee by her chair, then took one of her hands in his.

"I know you're my Mother, but that's beside the point considering how I feel about you."

Squeezing his hand she asked, "And how do you feel about me?"

"I'm in love with you."

His words had a profound effect on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her respiration grew shallow as she gazed deeply into his unblinking eyes. Her mind tried to formulate a response, but for the life of her, she couldn't find the right words. So instead of telling him anything now she opted to continue this conversation when her head wasn't all muddled. Rising from her chair, pulling him with her, she whispered, "Let's talk about this tonight when I get home."

Nodding his consent he did something that took her breath away. He cupped her chin, lifted her face up, and brought his lips to hers'. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Just as she felt her body responding to his kiss he pulled away and headed out of the kitchen, leaving her with stiffened nipples and a tingle in her pussy. As she watched him walk away she slowly lowered herself in her chair, afraid that her legs would give out at any second. Once he was gone she raised a hand up and pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, as if this gesture would recapture the feel of his lips on hers'.

Her work suffered as she tried to wrap her head around his admission. Her own thoughts didn't help either. He had been her whole world the last five years, and she did love him more than life itself. But she had to ask herself whether it was the love of a mother for her son, or the love of a woman for a man. By quitting time she was totally confused.

On his way home from work Mark swung by and picked up Chinese food for dinner. He stuck it in the oven at a low temperature to keep it warm, then went and took a shower. Once done he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then settled down on the couch to wait for Lauren to get home. It was an agonizing wait; his nerves were on edge as he wondered what she would say about him revealing his love for her. Someone had once told him not to sweat the small stuff, but this was far from being small. His admission had been a huge gamble, one that could go horribly wrong. But on the other hand it could be the start of something wonderful, at least that's what he kept telling himself. Time ticked on.

Lauren pulled up to the curb, hesitated a bit, then opened her door and went into the house. As she stepped inside she saw him sitting on the couch, his eyes following her every move. Sitting her purse down she told him she was going to take a shower before starting dinner. He said okay and watched her walk away without telling her that he already had dinner covered. Once she was out of sight he took the food out of the oven, gathered plates and silverware, then waited some more.

After her shower Lauren decided to just wear her bathrobe, something she did from time to time. May as well be comfortable was her motto. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen, stopping briefly to adjust the towel wrapped around her wet hair. When she entered she saw her son sitting there smiling, dinner already waiting.

"You never cease to amaze me," she told him, then took a seat across from him.

They ate in silence for the most part, the air filled with unsaid things. Once they finished, and before his mother could escape, he spoke up.

"I want to apologize for what I did last night. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation, so I'm truly sorry," he said.

Lauren squirmed in her chair for a bit before saying, "Don't be sorry, because I'm not."

"I don't understand," he told her.

"What you did to me...what you made me feel, was incredible. Was it wrong? Sure. But I've never experienced that level of pleasure in my life, so I should be thanking you," she said, a slight smile on her lips.

Stunned by this he asked, "You mean no one has ever done that to you before?"

"Honey, I've only been with one man, and your Father, God bless his heart, wasn't what you'd call very adventurous in the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, he was a wonderful lover. It's just he considered things like what you did, well, unsanitary."

Mark couldn't believe that his dad had never gone down on his mother. From the moment he had seen her bush that was just about all he could think of doing. Of course, now that he had tasted her, there were other things he'd love to do with her but didn't dare tell her that. So instead of saying anything he pushed his chair back, gathered their empty plates and took them to the sink. Before he could do anything else she interrupted him.

"Why don't we leave the dishes for tomorrow," she called out.

It was unlike her to do that, so he turned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why not. I was thinking, since it's Friday, we could just get comfortable and see if there's anything to watch on TV instead. That sound good to you?"

"Sounds great," he replied.

Rising she glanced at him and said, "Why don't you slip into something comfortable while I see what's on the box."

He followed her out and headed toward his room while she made herself comfortable on the couch and began scanning through the TV guide. Before he made it too far she called out and told him to grab her brush off her dresser. Once in his room he struggled to decide what to wear. She had said wear something comfortable, and seeing how she was in her bathrobe, he finally settled on just wearing his too. He just had to remember to watch how he sat. Dressed he headed back toward the front room, then remembered her brush. He made a quick dash into her room and grabbed it off her dresser. Once he made it to the couch she was sitting in the middle, the damp towel from her head draped across the back.

"Thanks," she said, taking the brush from him and slowly running the bristles through her hair.

He waited for her to finish before asking if she'd found anything worth watching. Scooting up against him she held out the guide, open to the days listing, and told him to pick. Only having three channels limited their selection, so they settled for a few game shows that were followed by Friday night at the movies. Tonight's movie was a cheesy science fiction flick from the fifties.

A third of the way through the movie Lauren slid her hand onto his thigh and gave it a squeeze before saying, "These movies used to scare the hell out of me when I was a kid."

With a laugh he said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll protect you."

"You always have, sweetheart," she whispered as she stretched out and lay her head in his lap.

"Mom?" he said as he felt her hand dip between the folds of his robe and slowly slide upwards toward his rapidly expanding cock.

"Shhh, just relax baby," she cooed as her fingers touched the hot flesh of his thick shaft.

When her fingers wrapped around his throbbing piece of meat he let out a moan of pleasure. As his mother's hand began to slowly stroke up and down the turgid shaft he settled back and surrendered to her heavenly touch. Pleasure coursed through his body as he felt her tighten her grip and begin to stroke him faster. All too soon he felt her stop. Opening his eyes he watched silently as she slid off the couch and repositioned herself between his knees.

When they made eye contact Lauren whispered, "Don't say anything."

Mark watched in stunned disbelief as his mother untied the sash of his robe and slowly peeled the halves away from his crotch. Even with just the glow from the television he could see pre-cum oozing from the tip and running down his shaft.

Lauren marveled at the sight of her son's cock as she held it upright. It was so thick she was barely able to wrap her fingers around it. A little bit of fear crept into her mind as she studied the fat, bulbous head. Would that even fit in her mouth, she wondered. Gently she began to once more stroke his length, his pre-cum coating her hands making the long shaft slick. Endless moans poured from her son as she worked up the courage to do what she wanted to do.

Looking up into his astonished eyes she said, "I've never down this before, so if I hurt you let me know."

Before he had a chance to reply he watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the head of his cock. A jolt of pleasure raced down his penis, through his balls, then up into his brain.

"OH GOD!" he groaned.

Lauren worked slowly at first, inching her mouth farther down on the spit-covered shaft, until she was able to comfortably take about half its length. Using her mouth she bobbed up and down for a spell before experimenting. She found that when she used the tip of her tongue under the ridge of his cockhead his penis would twitch and swell even bigger. With an inner smile she wrapped one hand around the shaft and began to stroke while letting her other hand gently roll his balls together. She knew she'd found something her son liked, so she increased her tempo until her mouth was swallowing the upper half of his cock while her hand rapidly stroked the lower half. Soon she had him bucking on the couch.

"Oh fuck, Mom, I'm going to cum," he growled, his fingers tightly clenched as he fought to hold off for just a little longer.

"Mmmmmm," Lauren hummed when she heard those words.

The vibration from his mother's humming on his throbbing cock sent him over the edge.

"UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted as his balls emptied

Lauren felt his cock expand just before his semen erupted from the tip, almost choking her. Swiftly she swallowed as much as she could but couldn't keep up with the volume shooting out of him. When his cum stopped flowing, and he began to soften, she pulled her stretched lips from his cock and glanced up, a pleased look on her face. Her son stared back at her, a bewildered look on his face. She could tell he wanted to say something, but she never gave him the chance. Standing, she grabbed the damp towel from the back of the couch, wiped the small trail of cum from her chin, then walked toward her bedroom.

He sat there staring at the hallway for close to a minute before getting up and rushing after her, his open robe blowing behind him like a cape. Just before he reached her room light softly filtered out of her open doorway. Stepping through the threshold he stopped in his tracks as he watched her robe slide from her shoulders and land in a heap at her feet. The sight before him caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his cock to harden. His eyes traveled the length of her back until they settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. Moving up behind her, his fully erect cock making contact with the smooth flesh of her buttocks, he reached up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He could feel her body tremble at his touch.

"Why did you do that, Mom?" he whispered.

Without turning she replied, "It was the least I could do to repay you for the pleasure you gave me last night."

"You didn't have to repay me. Believe me, it was my pleasure," he said, letting his hands roam down her arms until they settled on her hips.

Slowly turning around and looking up into his eyes, she said, "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to."

Taking her hands in his he stepped back a pace and said, "Let me look at you, Mom."

Butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach, and goosebumps appeared on her arms, as she watched her son's eyes roam over her naked flesh. She wasn't sure if he approved of what he saw until he spoke.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

"Did you mean what you said, about being in love with me?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.

"Every word of it," he replied, his eyes finally going back to hers.

"Good. Because I think I've fallen in love with you too," she stated.

A huge smile appeared on his face. Shrugging off his robe he closed the gap between them, then cupped her face in his hands.

"I love you so much," he said just as he brought his lips softly to hers.

"Ummm," she moaned as her body pressed against his.

The kiss was gentle, not hurried. As their lips lingered together he slid his hands down her back and cupped both her cheeks. This elicited another soft moan from her. Both felt his cock throb as it pressed against her abdomen.

Pulling her head back and breaking the kiss, she gazed into his eyes and said, "Show me how much you love me."

Using his body he nudged her backwards until her legs hit the side of the bed. Then with a final nudge he pushed her back until she sat down. Immediately he dropped to his knees, spread her thighs apart and lowered his face to her crotch. Her upper body fell onto the bed as he maneuvered her legs onto his shoulders. Ever so slowly he began to drag his tongue through her slit making no attempt to touch her clit. She squealed in surprise when the tip of his tongue slide across her rosebud then reversed and plunged deeply into her entrance. Immediately her hips began to buck, forcing him to grab onto the tops of her thighs or get bucked off. Faster and faster he stabbed his tongue into her drenched hole.

"SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" she chanted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

When her son clamped his lips around her engorged clit she exploded.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!" she screamed, her hands clawing at the edge of the bed, as her pussy spasmed endlessly.

Slowly Mark lowered her legs and began kissing his way up her body. When he reached her breasts he took first one nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around the stiffened bud, then repeated this on the other one. Lauren was becoming delirious as every nerve fiber in her body tingled with excitement.

"Baby please...I need you inside me," she groaned, her hands clutching the side of his head and trying to pull him further up her shaking body.

At first he resisted, but when he looked at her face he knew it was time. Her eyes were ablaze with lust as he slid up enough that the tip of his cock brushed against the slick lips of her labia. Reaching down between them he grabbed his shaft and ran the head of his cock the full length of her slit.

"Oh God, honey, stop teasing and fuck me," she implored, the feel of his bulbous head so close to her entrance driving her mad.

Steadying himself in a one-armed pushup position, his feet firmly planted on the floor, he gazed down to where his dick met his mother's pussy. Gently he slipped the head between her inner lips and sank into her glorious heat. She was tighter than anyone he'd ever been with. With only the head nestled inside her cunt he glanced up at her face to see if he was hurting her. When she didn't protest he pushed another inch into her wetness, then waited.

Lightly stroking the side of his face she whispered, "I want all of it."

"You're awfully tight, Mom, so tell me if I hurt you," he replied.

"It's been awhile since anything's been in there. Just go slow and let me get used to you," she told him.

Propping himself with both arms he began to slowly pull back, then push forward. With each forward thrust he sank a little deeper. It took several minutes before he finally felt his balls touch her ass. With his feet still on the floor he gently lowered his upper body until he was laying on her, his eyes gazing into hers.

"Damn that feels good," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips and tightening her inner muscles around his shaft.

"Oooo, you might not want to do that, unless you want me to blow," he half groaned, half chuckled.

With a small chuckle of her own she said, "We wouldn't want that. At least not yet."

"No, we wouldn't," he said, slowly pulling his cock backwards until just the head remained inside.

He watched her eyes grow wide as he gently pushed back in.

"Oh God, that feels so good," she moaned, running her hands up and down his back.

Slowly he felt her pussy loosen up, her fluids coating her walls making penetration much easier. In no time at all they found their rhythm. As he pulled back she would push down, and just before his cock could slip from her grip they'd reverse the move, causing their pubic bones to clash and his balls to bounce off her ass.

Raking her finger nails down his back she growled, "Fuck me like you mean it,"

Grunting he raised up until he was once more on his feet, then reached behind his back and unclasped her locked ankles. Bringing her feet around he held her ankles out, forcing her legs to open wider. Glancing down he watched as he pulled his cock back, the shaft slick with her juices. Then savagely he thrust forward burying the entire length inside her dripping cunt. Repeatedly he slammed into her, the force of his penetrations causing her small tits to bounce up and down on her chest.

"YES! YES! YES! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!" she wailed as her son's cock touched places she'd never had touched before.

"Oh God, Mom, I don't think I can last much longer," he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Almost there baby," she cried out, almost pleading with him to keep going.

Faster and faster he plowed into her sopping wet pussy, the sound of his balls slapping against her upturned ass filling the room. Sweat poured from his brow as he worked to take her over the edge. With his breath coming in ragged gulps, he released one of her ankles and reached down until his thumb was on her clit. Instantly her pussy clamped down around his slick shaft and her bucking grew erratic.

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"UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" she let out an earth-shattering scream as the most powerful orgasm of her life rocked her very soul.

Releasing her other ankle her grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock in as deep as he could get it then just held it there.

"OH SHIT! OH MY GOD! MOOOOMMMMMMMM!" he roared as his balls unleashed a tidal wave of cum into her contracting cunt.

The force of his orgasm caused his legs to wobble. Once his cock quit twitching he used the last of his strength to pull out, then sat on the bed next to her, his upper body falling back onto the bed. Both lay there with their legs hanging over the side of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, desperately trying to catch their breath. It was several minutes before either could speak.

"My God, that was unbelievable," Lauren huffed.

"I've never felt anything that good," Mark chimed in.

The room went silent for a bit until Mark looked over at his mother and said, "How messed up is this, Mom."

She looked at him and replied, "So messed up."

Both went back to staring at the ceiling, each caught up in their own thoughts. Several minutes passed then Lauren scooted up onto the bed, so her legs weren't dangling over. Mark followed her lead, but instead of lying on his back he lay on his side facing her. Reaching out he let his fingertips glide over her breasts then down to the thatch of pubic hair on her mound.

Finally he asked, "So what do we do now?"

"We turn the page and get on with our lives. You've freed me from myself, but now I have a bigger problem," she told him.

"What sort of problem?" he asked, his fingertips slowly drawing circles near her bellybutton.

Turning her head so she could look into his eyes, she replied, "You've spoiled me for other men."

"Does that mean you want to be with me?" he asked, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"If you'll have me," she answered, her smile so bright it almost lit up the room.

"I was hoping you would say that," flashing her an equally brilliant smile.

The kiss that followed was tender, as was the way his fingers danced over her diamond hard nipples.

"Keep that up and you're gonna be in trouble," she moaned.

"Promise?" he snickered.

Instead of answering she reached down and grabbed his wet cock. To her surprise, and delight, she discovered he was hard again. "Promise," she said, pushing him onto his back then rolling over on top of him. Raising herself into a sitting position she reached between them and took his cock and pointed it upward. All he could do was watch in wonderment as she lifted her hips and then slowly empaled herself. Once she was fully seated she noticed a funny look on his face.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

Reaching up and cupping her breasts, he said, "No, it's just when you told me Dad never went down on you, I've only been able to picture the two of you in the missionary position."

With a laugh she told him, "Just because he didn't do that is no reason to think we didn't enjoy a healthy sex life. Hell, I probably know some positions you've never even thought of yet."

To prove her point she sat all the way down on him then swiveled around until her back was to him. Placing her knees firmly on the bed she reached down until her hands were on his knees then slowly began to lift her ass. He watched, fascinated, as more and more of his cock came into view between her thighs. Just when he thought his cock would slip out, she reversed course and gently slid down his pole until her ass was on his pubic bone. With each downward pass more and more of his spunk was pushed from her pussy where it pooled at the base of his cock. It wasn't long before she really began to pump up and down, the sensation of feeling her stiff clit rubbing the underside of his cock a new experience for him.

"I'm gonna cum again," she proclaimed, her movements starting to get erratic.

Grabbing her hips he guided her movements, forcing her down onto his rigid rod over and over again.

"MARK...BABY...I"MMMMMM CUMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG!" she cried, her cunt muscles tightening around his shaft.

"Cum on my cock, Mom," he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet her downward jabs.

Just as her body began to twitch violently he pulled her ass down onto his cum soaked pubic hair, then held her there as he exploded deep inside. Lauren felt her son's cock swell right before she felt his cum shoot into her, setting off another, although smaller, orgasm. Just as her body stopped shaking she felt her son reach up and pull her backwards. Kicking her legs out and down she settled back onto his chest, his slowly deflating cock still in her flooded pussy.

As his mother lay on his chest he pushed her disheveled hair away from her neck and began to softly kiss it. He felt her shiver then watched as she quickly rolled away from him, an audible sucking noise echoing off the walls as his cock was freed from her leaking hole.

"Oh God baby, no more. You've worn this lady out," she pleaded.

"Okay, no more...for now," he chuckled, then rolled onto his side, threw one arm over her sweaty back and pulled her into him.

"I hope you know what you've done," she murmured.

"What have I done?" he asked, half asleep.

"You've unleashed my inner sex demon," she lazily replied.

"Well then, it was a good day after all," he laughed.

"Uh huh," she agreed, snuggling even closer to him.

In seconds both were asleep.

The weekend flew by. Between making plans for the future, but mostly fucking like rabbits, nothing got done. When Lauren returned to work Monday morning Amy Fowler immediately noticed the change in Mark's mom. She was positively glowing.

"You lucky shit," she grumbled, a twinge of envy shooting through her.

Over the next four years they kept an outward appearance of just being mother and son. At least in public. Nighttime's and weekends were spent making the beast with two backs. It had been decided that she would continue to work until her pension from the school district kicked in, which allowed Mark to work his way up the ladder into a management position. At the end of the four years he requested a transfer and was offered the general manager position at a new tire center being built in Idaho. A position he readily accepted. They sold the house and moved a few weeks later.

2003

Mark and Lauren sat in their rockers on the porch sipping cups of hot chocolate. The mornings were starting to turn brisk as fall approached. Soon they would be forced to stay indoors.

"We've had a good long run, haven't we," she remarked absently, as she watched the leaves fall from the trees.

Turning to look at her, he replied, "It's not over yet, Mom."

She glanced his way and said, "Mmmm, I love it when you call me that. Especially when you have that big cock in me."

His eyebrows shot up and he smiled that brilliant smile she loved so much.

"You know...I wouldn't complain if you wanted to go inside and ravage me," she softly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really. Only this time you can't bend me like a pretzel, I'm not as flexible as I used to be." With that she sprang from her chair with a youthful vigor that belied her age and headed inside.

Mark was close behind her, his cock already expanding under his pajama bottoms. As they crossed the front room she slipped out of her fluffy robe and let it fall behind her. The soft groan from her son was music to her ears. As for Mark, his cock grew fully hard as he gazed upon his mother's still firm ass. Damn! Not bad for a seventy-three-year-old woman, he thought, the smile on his face so wide it almost hurt.