Heavenly Mother

Encouraged by her being so unaware of his moves and urged on by his throbbing dick and filled to the brim balls, he decided to do something even more serious. He reached in and undid the cord that was holding lower part of her dress around her waist. Once the cord was loosened, the loose dress opened up and allowed him to slide it enough to expose her pussy and some of her thighs. He then dropped his trousers to his knees and exposed his thick, long cock to the air.

Slowly, gently, and methodically, he brought it closer and closer to her thighs. First he felt her hair tickling the tip of his cock. Then he felt the head touch the juncture where her thighs ended and her cunt began. He held it there for a while and slowly, slowly pressed it in. Once he was far enough in where he could feel her flesh around the head, he stopped and held it there.

He held it there for a long time and then the urge took over yet once again. He started to move it forward and back slowly.

She woke up as a result of his rocking motion. His eyes were closed and his middle was going back and forth slightly to make his cock press on her pussy. She waited for him to stop and when he didn't, she asked, "Nitin, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer at first but continued his motion. Then he had to say something. "I am experiencing the pain of heaven."

She pulled herself out of his reach. She said, "But, son, I am your mother."

"I know, mom, but I can't help it."

She turned over onto her back and started wiping her thighs with her scarf. They were really wet from all the liquid that had oozed out of him.

He also turned over onto his back and with the blanket off of both of them, his hard, throbbing cock was suspended in the air in her full view. Her hands slowed considerably as she took that view in.

He is quite big, she thought. His penis was still oozing liquid as a drop formed on the top and then rolled to the side. She had this instinct to reach over and wipe it clean, but it wasn't his runny nose anymore. It was something more sinister.

That thing could have been inside of me, she visualized and shuddered at the thought. There was this slight chill that went up her spine and it was rather pleasant. His cock was smooth and soft, in a hard sort of way. It actually looked good with the youthful glow she had never before seen.

She should have gotten up quickly and left, but she didn't. He was just lying there with his eyes closed, his cock swaying, and liquid rising from the little hole at the tip of it. She almost smiled when she thought of ants climbing out of a little ant-hole, just like the drops were just coming to the top and then sliding to the side.

As she moved to leave, he asked, "Don't go, mom."

"I have to, son," she replied and then left. She made a firm decision to never get into bed with him again.

Next night he went to her again. He got into blanket with her and then gave her a soft hug. She didn't know what to say, so she just let him be with her. Before soon she felt it. His penis was pressing into the side of her thigh.

"Son, I don't know what you have in mind, but I am still your mother. Nothing has changed from last night."

"I know, but I can't help it. I seem to be under some magical spell."

That could be, according to the cultural superstitions, but she didn't want to accept such an easy excuse. She said, "Son, our relationship is very pure. We can't be together in that way."

"You are my Devi, mom. There is no denying. But I can't help feel this strongly about my goddess. You represent such a complete woman to me that I just want to be a man with you."

She knew there was no arguing, so she stayed quiet. She still had his erection in her thigh. After a while she felt his hand on her left hip and then he turned her towards him. He is very strong, she thought.

Once she was facing him, he positioned himself so that his penis was pressed between her thighs and right onto her pussy. She protested, "Son!"

"It's okay, mom. We are fully clothed."

They were fully clothed but she could feel his cock pressed right onto her mound and the clothes couldn't lessen the pressure. He is really, really, hard, she thought. His feelings about this are quite strong, she said to herself. She thought for a second of what harm was there in being just that way with him. At least he would get his wish. But then the pressure was on her clit as well and she felt a movement. She didn't like it; she didn't want to be aroused; not by her son.

"I am sorry, Nitin. But we have to stop this." Why did she say we, she didn't know. It was he who had to stop it.

Nitin relented after a long pause. Then he simply got out of the bed and left. She felt bad and she didn't want to feel bad. There was nothing else for her to do but to stop his advances. He was her son and that was that. Although, she could still feel the pressure of his cock on her pussy lips even though he had gone. She reached down between her legs and tried to rub the feelings away. Instead she ended up just holding her fingers on her clit, keeping the pressure alive.

She was aroused, no doubt about that. There was a hard, really hard, live, big penis pressed on her pussy, only a short distance from her hole. That penis could have entered her and made her feel good. She knew that the penis would have felt good inside of her, only the penis belonged to her son and that was the problem. It was a nice penis though, nice and lithe. She couldn't help but admire it. She also couldn't help but imagine it inside of her. There was some pleasure in the thought, as well as the pleasure in having it pressed against her.

Nitin was in his bed, frustrated and confused. It took a while to dawn on him that his mother didn't really fight him off and she didn't storm out or pull away violently. She actually cooperated, willingly or unwillingly, but cooperated nevertheless. A thought started to take shape in his mind.

Sometime during the middle of the night, he went to her bed again, determined. He took his own blanket with him and his heater. He found her asleep, although she wasn't in deep sleep. He placed the heaters on each side, plugged them in, and waited for the red warmth to heat up his hands. Then he placed his blanket on top of her and spread it all over. She seemed to be unaware of it all.

He got into bed with her and tucked the blankets in on both sides and towards their feet. She was still unaware of what he was doing. She seemed to be sleeping. Once settled properly, he reached around his waist and loosened his dhoti. Then he felt around her waist and found the cord of her Punjabi dress. He pulled it and loosed it as well. Then he slid his dhoti off enough to reveal his penis, which was perpetually hard and leaking, and then turned her towards him. She mumbled in protest but stayed semi-asleep. He reached in and slid her bottom dress off of her waist, down to her thighs, thus exposing her buttocks and her pussy. Once in position, he pushed his cock onto her cunt and positioned his head between her thighs, throbbing against her pussy lips.

She woke up, so it seemed, and asked, "Nitin, why are you doing this?"

"To keep warm," was his answer.

She tried to pull away; he stopped her. She tried to pull her middle away from him; he put his hand on her butt and pulled her back in. She tried to push him away; she failed. Her every effort to get away from him was countered, until she stopped.

"Nitin, this is not right. I am your mother and you are my son."

"I know mom," was his answer.

He started to caress her buttocks slowly. His hand covered the top cheek and then bottom one somewhat. He then started tracing the line between the two cheeks with his finger. She just let him, with an occasional half-hearted try to pull away, which he quickly thwarted.

She could feel his liquid on her thighs and some even on her pussy lips. He was making her wet; and to horror of horrors, she was getting wet herself.

She couldn't stop her physical response to having a penis knocking on her cunt. Her cunt started to lubricate itself, as if the penis was coming in. She didn't know what she was going to do if he tried to go that far, but she knew that she couldn't let him in no matter what. Only her pussy didn't care what her mind was planning; it was responding to the stimulation.

His penis was stimulating her. It was throbbing so there was a bit of caressing, ever so slight, happening down there. His penis was warm, so the warmth was transferring down the medium and up her nerves. His penis was hard, so the energy of it was starting to arouse her.

She was getting aroused despite her prayers to otherwise. She didn't want to like his penis and its hardness on her thighs and her pussy, but she did. She didn't want to get pleasure from his hands on her ass, but she couldn't help it. His hands were warm and her ass was full of goosebumps. His caresses were gentle and firm and were being felt all through her body.

She noticed that his hand was moving down onto her thighs with each stroke and her dress was being slid down even further. Whether he was doing it on purpose, or whether it was happening naturally as a result of his strides, she couldn't tell. Her thighs reacted to his caresses the same way as her ass had. He kept his penis in one place but his hand was covering more and more territory.

Thus they settled for the night, or so she thought. He was very patient and kept his moves limited so she relaxed, assured that he wasn't going to go any further. She was very wet though, as her pussy was getting drenched with her own juices.

After a while he removed his dhoti, saying that it was bunching up under his body and making it uncomfortable. Then he started to slide her bottom dress off and lifted her one leg and then the other to remove it completely. Then he pushed her onto her back, put his hand between her thighs to separate them and then moved over and between her legs.

Oh my God, it is happening, she screamed on the inside. My son is about to fuck me. What should I do? How can I stop him? He shouldn't be doing this. I am his mother, for God's sake.

He positioned himself so that his body was leaning over her and his hands were placed around her shoulders. He was on all fours. He nudged her thigh to indicate that he wanted her to pull her knees up.

"Nitin, what are you doing?" She had to ask.

He didn't answer. Instead he got up into a kneeling position, placed his hands around her legs and lifted them up. She resisted and tried to keep them down but he insisted and raised them easily.

"Nitin, please don't. This is not right." She protested and looked down towards the area where their bodies were meeting. His penis was hard and lurking above her pussy. She gasped at the sight, not so much at the size of it but at the beauty of it. He really has a nice cock, she thought in between her fears.

He looked at her pussy and then reached with his one hand to touch her clit. She squirmed like he had touched her with a hot iron. "No Nitin. You are not supposed to be doing this."

He placed his thumb on it and pressed on it lightly. "Oh, Bhagvan, help me please." She cried. He was very gentle. He rubbed on it for a few moments and then he traced across her cunt with his thumb. She cried with anguish, "No Nitin, please stop. Please don't do this."

His thumb found her hole and paused. He pressed it downward until it started to enter her hole. She was really wet so it was sliding down with ease, but he didn't go in, only loitered around the opening. Then he brought his other hand down and pulled her pussy lips apart to see inside. He smiled when he saw the pink area around her opening. He then used his thumbs and forefingers to simultaneously squeeze and caress across the sides of her pussy. He was very gentle and she couldn't help but like the feel. Even though he was her son, still a man was caressing her pussy. There were certain instinctive nerve impulses that only reached one part of her brain; the one that felt sexually excited.

She was sexually excited and at the same time her mind was at war with her body. She wasn't supposed to be excited, but she was. There was a tremendous amount of guilt with the huge wave of pleasure. What was it that he had said, she tried to think. He was experiencing the pain of heaven, yes that was it. Then she was experiencing the pleasure of hell, she analogized.

Then the urge took over. He moved down on top of her and stretched his legs back. His cock was pointing threateningly down onto her mound. He moved back and forth while lowering his body right onto hers, until his dick made contact in the right area. It wasn't at her cunt but was in a very close proximity. His top was slightly above her clit and as he lowered himself on top of her, the soft, hard penis pressed on her puffed up clit. She yelled an unrecognizable word, almost like many word got jumbled up in her throat and came out as a mixed up sound.

He moved down further and his penis traced on her pussy. "No, Nitin. Please no." She repeated her mantra.

He reached between them and grabbed his shaft with one hand, rubbed it around until the head found the area between her lips and then moved it down until the tips wedged on top of the opening.

There was electricity running through her body. His hard penis felt quite soft and gentle, for some strange reason. She was overwhelmed by the energy in his body and was almost choking with anticipation of the invasion that she so much didn't want. She did, however, for a millisecond thought of how good that beautiful penis would feel in her vagina and then became overwhelmed with guilt.

She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him off. "No, Nitin. Don't do this, please. Don't change our relationship. Stop what you are doing."

Pressing on his chest couldn't stop his buttocks from applying pressure to his cock and as he nudged down a little, her wet and slippery opening betrayed her resolve to not let him in. He started to enter her with ease.

"Noooo, Nitin. Noooo, son. Noooooo." He pressed down and the head made its way past her opening. He was so energized when her pussy closed around his head that he shoved it all the way in with one quick thrust.

"Oh God, help me please." She cried. "Oh Bhagven, what has happened?"

He reached under her and grabbed her shoulders. Then he slid his cock out slowly until it was about to exit and then shoved it down again. Up, in, up, in, until he developed a slow and forceful rhythm. Then he started to fuck his mother with the zeal of a rider on a galloping horse.

"My son is fucking me, Lord. My son is having sex with me." She cried. "Help me, Lord. My son is putting his thing inside my thing."

She couldn't stop him. Funny enough, the energy that she thought she was going to use to stop him didn't materialize. He was fucking her almost with the kind of ease that he would have had if she was a willing participant.

He was pumping at a steady pace. He wasn't in a hurry, but at the same time he wasn't going easy on her. She was trembling against his thrusts.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Lord." She could only stutter. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could only manage to say those as his thrusts made all the other words go back in.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Nitin. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Son."

He was started to say something as well. He was uttering, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." to her "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She clenched her teeth as the electricity became more focused. "Umph, umph, umph."

Her young, strong, virile son was fucking her and there didn't seem to be an end to his thrusts. He wasn't out of breath or tired. He was just pumping and from the way he was doing it, it seemed like he could go on for a while.

All she could do was to let him fuck her, and he fucked her good. His thrusts started to touch a part of her that was not so motherly, but very womanly. She couldn't believe that his beautiful penis was sliding in and out of her pussy. The way her pussy was reacting to it, it was almost like it was hungry for it; like it was waiting all this time for it.

She couldn't think of his penis without thinking how beautiful it was. That beautiful penis was rubbing the inside of her vagina. That penis that was rubbing the inside of her vagina was a beautiful penis. To keep her mind off of the guilt, she started to focus on the beautiful penis and on her vagina around it. That then became her undoing.

She felt her first spasm. She couldn't believe it. Her muscles were tightening. She was experiencing a wave of pleasure starting where his penis was rubbing and spreading outward like a tsunami. She couldn't believe it was happening to her with her son. She couldn't believe it was happening with so much ease.

She bit her tongue trying to keep her screams in. She didn't want him to know that she was having an orgasm. Her body was not completely under her control so it was difficult to prevent her middle part from convulsing with pleasure. It was a sweet and sour feelings; more sweet than sour. She had to reach and grab his butt so she could at least better direct her spasms, convulsions, tremors, etc.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," she sang as he continued pumping. She noticed the beads of perspiration on his forehead and the trickles of sweat down his chest. He was reaching a critical point. So was she. She had to, even though she tried to stop herself from doing it, she had to jerk upward in response to his thrusts. She pulled hard on his buttocks as she stretched herself upward into him. It looked like she was trying to stop him from going so fast, but she was actually channelling her orgasm into his dick.

Then it happened. She became helpless. She thrust into him uncontrollably and then held herself and her pussy tight into his pelvic bone. "Nitin, oh Nitin," she cried. "What have you done to me?"

He was unable to continue thrusting, actually thankful that he could at least catch his breath. She said again, "Ooooh Nitin, Ooooooh Nitin. What have you done to me? What have you made me do?"

He just held himself in place as she jerked a couple of times and then held herself in place against him. Her butt was above the bed and airborne. "Unhhh, unhhh, arrrrghhh, aaaaaa!" She screamed. "What have you done to me son?" With that, her body eased.

He was still busy controlling his breath. Once she touched the bed again with her ass, he collapsed on top of her. She hugged him against her bosom. She held him tight. Her hands were on his back, drenched with his perspiration. Her legs tightly wound around his middle, holding him in place there as well. He was still hard and still fully embedded inside of her. "Nitin, speak to me, son. What have you done?"

He tried but was still breathing too hard, so the words didn't come out. She held him against herself tight until he started to get a handle on himself. She just held him as he tried to come to a point where he could say something.

"You feel so good, mom. I had no choice."

"But son, this is not right."

"I know, mom. But it feels so good, how can it be wrong?"

"But...but..."

"Don't you like it, mom?"

She didn't expect that question. He repeated, "Don't you like it, mom? Don't you like me inside of you? Aren't you feeling as good as I am?"

She didn't know what to say. She just listened to him.

Once his breathing became calm, he slipped off of her and lay there next to her with his back on the bed, his face towards the ceiling, and his cock midair.

She waited for her aftershocks to stop. He just lay there, reflective, maybe even remorseful. She didn't know what he was going to do next. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, or what she should do. She just lay there next to him. Waiting, waiting, and hoping.

Nothing happened. Finally she decided to get up. He was lying next to her, still erect, still throbbing. His cock was really beautiful. She looked at it, planning to look away in case he saw her looking. He was staring at the ceiling, his hands folded under his neck.