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Banging Mom in the Shower
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Living in suburban Amherst, Mass, you get used to a quiet lifestyle. Not much happens. You go to school or work, and then spend evenings at home with family and the weekends meeting your extended family. This is especially true for a family with a conservative Indian background like mine where you are encouraged to grow within the clan. There comes a point where you begin to despise family and just want to get away from everything - from all the family politics and backstabbing that comes with it and from all the confining and limiting thoughts this set up brings.

My mom had noticed this change in me. This story is from four years ago. I was in my final year in college and was looking at maybe three or four different job offers. Being an IT guy in the Internet boom era, I had my options. I could have taken a job in sunny California, or decided to move down the I-95 to New York where I had no more uncles and second cousins to deal with.

I am purely speculating as to whether this had anything to do with my disillusionment toward family and my disdain for living at home during college. But it might have been, because she was the one who made the first move. Maybe she wanted me to stay home with her and never leave. I don’t even know if what she did counted as a move. All I know is I reacted naturally and did what everyone else would have done.

Now my mom is an attractive woman. She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs. The B-cup tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit. As far as I remember, I was probably born with oedipal thoughts in mind! Ever since early puberty, I had been attracted to her body. I thought it was natural. She was young then, attractive, full of energy and her supple assets were always there to distract my attention from whatever I was doing and just focus on her and her aura.

Despite my extreme horniness, I obviously never could get myself to even think about letting her know what I thought. But I can swear that whenever I kissed a girl or made love to one, my mother was the person who I was thinking of. My partner’s lips became my mother’s, her tits became my mom’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my mom’s ass. This was just part of my fantasies. Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things. Yes I made love to other females thinking about her and when single, jerked off to her occasionally but nothing intense. I guess I was just another horny son who fantasized about his attractive mom. The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.

Dad was never home during the day. He owned (and still owns, yes he is not retired), a gas station just outside Amherst. I used to be home after class. My hanging out and partying days were over by the last semester in college. I had to get by with 18 college credits and my research and all of this wasn’t easy. In between my research breaks, I went out to see my friends or just stayed home playing computer games, or just jerked off. I guess a mother knows what her son is up to. Or maybe my mom knew. She always gave me my space. It was almost like she knew I had to jerk off and was never around when I needed some time to myself. She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house. I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.

One day as I came home from school, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on. Mom always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in. I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom. I just went about my business. I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out. I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the books quite yet. This was October, and I wanted to watch a little sports TV. So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels. Mom was going to come out of the shower and give me some food. I intended to start studying after I had lunch with mom. I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name:

“Raja… Beta…Tum aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi (Indian) from the bathroom. (Raja…Son! Are you home?)

“Yeah Ma. Khana chahiye”. (Yes Mom, I want something to eat), I yelled back from the living room.

“Raja yeh bulb fuse ho gaya hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karna ho ga!” she called out. (Raja the bathroom light just went out, you have to change it.)

“Ok! I will change it right now….”

I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer. I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there. But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized mom was still in the shower.

The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as she had peeked out to let some light in. She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.

“Ma here is the bulb…”

“Beta tum laga do, mera haath nahi jayega” (Son you have to change it, I can’t reach the bulb).

The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough. I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.

“Ok then come out,” I said, a little vexed.

“Kaise aaon? Sabun laga hai!”, she replied. (How can I come out? I have soap all over my body).

“Dho lo na!” (Wash then…), I said hurriedly.

I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my mom naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation! And I had no interest in this.

“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geeli bahar aa jaon? Beemar nahi hona! Pagal!” (How can I wash in the dark? And how can I come out wet? I don’t want to get sick! Stupid!)

“Ugh Ma! Fir towel bandh lo?” (Ugh Ma! Then wrap a towel!)

“Sabun pe kaise towel bandh luun buddhu?) she laughed. (How can I wrap the towel when there is soap all over my body).

“Ugh!!! kaise bulb fuse hua aik dum??” (Ugh Ma, how did the bulb just go out?), I was frustrated.

“Change karo jaldi se, andhere mein kuch dikh nahi raha! Aur sardi lag rahi hai.” (Son please change the bulb quickly, I can’t see anything in the dark and I am cold!). She said forcefully.

“Tum kahan ho?” (Where are you?)

“Darwaje ke peechey” (I am behind the door).

“Tum tub mein jao to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered. (Ok then get in the tub so I can come in.) I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked mom and change a stupid light bulb!

As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub. From the little opening she kept to let some light into the bathroom, I could see her naked body move out and step into the tub. And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!

She had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body. I saw her beautiful creamy ass walk past me and into the tub. As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat. I also saw the silhouette of her luscious tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold! What a sight! Her ass crack was all I could think of. And what lay at the end of it. The doorway to a man’s heaven!

The object of my desire, the beautiful heavenly body of hers, was now standing naked from me, only a few feet away.

She stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut.

“Chalo aa jao.” (OK son come in).

“Acha Ma…”

I said ok and opened the door wide to let as much light in as I could. The door opened with a creak. Our hold house was falling apart I thought.

Thinking this, I flipped the light switch to the off position and held the bulb in my left hand. My dick was semi-hard by now. My brain was playing still images of her naked ass walking by me, albeit for about 2 seconds, into the tub. All images contained one common purpose. I wanted to see if there was light at the end of her tunnel. What lay at the end of that ass crack and whether I could see it. Heaven knows I had been lusting after this for so long. I just wanted to lick her pussy and lick it dry while I felt her soft and supple boobs!

Trying to ignore these thoughts, I looked up at the burned out light bulb.

“Ugh… Tub pe charna parega,” I groaned as I tried to stand on the side of the tub. (Ugh! I have to climb onto the tub edge).

“Beta dekh ke dekh ke!” (Son be careful!), she said plainly.

The shower was turned off and my mom was just standing behind the shower curtain, naked and with soap all over her body. I was now sporting a full and complete hard on which I am sure was sticking out of my lose pajamas. I was not too concerned about that as I was sure she couldn’t notice it from behind the shower curtain. And it was dark anyway.

I am very close to being six feet tall but this freaking ceiling was quite high. I slowly stepped on the ledge and exhaled loudly as I tried to reach up.

“Kiya hua?” (What’s going on?), she asked.

“Haath nahi jaa raha!” (I can’t reach!) I exclaimed.

It was just now that I realized my head level was above the shower curtain pole! If I wanted I could take a peek over the curtain and into the tub where she was standing naked. This blew my mind. My heart beat must have raced all the way to about one thousand! Should I? I think the question was could I? Or could I not?

I struggled with the idea. All of these thoughts were just coming in and whizzing out of my mind. I was still trying to reach the ceiling.

“Beta koi stool le ao”, she said. (Son get the step ladder or something)

“Nahi nahi…” (No no!) I insisted as I kept panting and trying to reach up.

Now I just couldn’t help it. This was it. I had to see her! I just had to!

“Aray aray beta dhiyaaan se… acha?” (There there son, be careful, ok??)

As she was saying the OK, and looking up to see where my hand was, my eyes met hers. I had looked over the shower curtain and looked straight into her eyes.

Her beautiful black eyes were shining in the dark, looking dead straight at mine! The long eyelashes batted up and down several times as she noticed me staring at her for about 2 seconds. If you look a person straight in the eye, you can see their entire body, and that’s exactly what happened.

She immediately covered her naked breasts with her arms and crossed her legs to conceal her pussy.

“Upar dekho…” she said sheepishly and then looked down herself. (Look up…)

I immediately moved my eyes away. My heart skipped a beat as I was now trying to absorb what I had just seen.

She was so cute! The way she had asked me to “look up” (and not at her body) just made me fall in love with her. She was so vulnerable there, so dependent. She needed my help and her loving son was there to help her. She didn’t seem angry, I thought to myself. After all, I was there helping her. And she had called me in herself.

“Maa haath nahi jaa raha, mein fisal na jaaon?” I said in a shaking voice. (Mom I can’t reach up, my foot might slip.)

I was not scoffing anymore. My frustration had vanished and any thoughts I had about the TV were long gone. I just wanted to stay right here, in the bathroom, with her. I wanted to delay this bulb replacement process as much as I could, so I could stay in there. It gave me a weird kind of pleasure, even though I was delaying this in the name of help.

Now I was looking down at her again. Her arms were still covering her boobs and she was looking up at me, trying to get comfortable with the situation. Her body was heavenly, and every inch was so smooth and silky! She did not have a hint of hair on her upper body. I couldn’t see her crotch though. It was too dark down below and her pussy was covered with pubic hair. Her legs were still crossed and her boobs covered with her forearms, as she was now replying to me.

“Mein tumhari taang pakar loon? Phir tum try karo…” (Let me hold your leg? Then you try to reach up, ok?)

“Haan.” (ok) I affirmed in a hoarse voice.

To hold my leg now, she had to move her arms away from her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked white as a ghost. We both knew there were better alternatives to this. She could have said the heck with it, and wrapped the towel around her soapy body and walked out covered.

I could have gone back out and gotten a step ladder from the yard. But there was something else at work here and it was too subliminal to be put into words. She knew I was still looking at her, scaling every part of her body that was visible in the dark.


“Oye Raja! Mein tumhari taang pakarti huun, phir tum upper dekho, acha?” (Eh.. hello Raja! Let me hold your leg, then you look up, ok?) , she said in a hoarse voice, and kind of loudly to snap me out of the trance I was in, looking at her naked body from the top.

She was asking me to look up so I didn’t look at her body! But how could I have obliged? How could a normal human being just turn away from the sight of heaven?

As I was staring intently, and she was looking straight into my eyes, she moved one of her arms away from her chest so she could grab the shower curtain. Now she had only one arm to cover her tits.

As she switched arms, her tits hung free in the air for about a split second and that was enough to rejuvenate my hard on. My dick twitched in my pajamas as her quarter-sized shiny brown nipples showed their glory. They were erect, all twisted upward and staring at me, just as her eyes were. I let out a sigh.

She then looked down and moved forward, towards my leg so she could shift the shower curtain a little to the side and took out her arm to hold my leg.

“Upar dekho ab!” (Look up!) She repeated her “look up” mantra, in a moaning sound, pleading me not to look at her naked body once again.

“Haan haan!” (Yes I am!) I stretched out the “am” to convince her I wasn’t looking at her butt.

“Aray Maa nangi hai bey sharam...” she laughed. (Mom is naked you naughty creature!)

I laughed in response, I couldn’t say anything substantial. The word “nangi” (naked) was stuck in my mind. It echoed “nangi… nangi…” over and over. I was losing it!

Her head was now sticking out from one side of the shower curtain and her left hand was holding my right leg in a tight grip. Her head was at the level of my crotch and she had to be blind not to notice my hard on. It was so prominent!

Meanwhile, I was still peaking over the curtain and enjoying the beautiful view of her naked back and the top of her ass crack.

I looked down now into her eyes, peeking out from the side of the shower curtain. I could tell she was really embarrassed as her cheeks were totally red now. Her eyes had a static look, as if to tell me she was only objecting to me looking at her just for the sake of saying it and she really didn’t mind it. At least I hope that’s what her eyes were saying to me.

“Ugh!”, I groaned as I turned my head away from her eyes, and reached up again.

My leg slipped a little, but she was holding it tight.

“Dekh ke Raja…” (Watch out Raja)

I looked back down at her and found her staring at the pole sticking out of my pants.

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. As horny as I was, this was really an awkward moment. My own mother was naked in front of me and she could stare at my erect penis making a tent in my pajamas. There was not much left to say! She knew why it was hard and I knew that she knew it.

But she looked calm. She looked away, pretending as if she hadn’t even noticed it. I was expecting her to say something about it any second now. Part of me wanted to bury myself with shame! The other part – well, it just wanted pleasure. Even though she was my mother. My very own mother. But the fact remained that I had lusted after every inch of her body ever since I remember getting a hard on and wet dreams.

I was still pretending to reach up for the bulb, with my cock inside the pajamas rocking up and down with my movements. Her eyes were focused on the cock movements. I was peeking down from the corner of my right eye, waiting to see how long she could stare at it intently without saying anything. My embarrassment had long gone away. I just wanted to see what happened now.

“Raja ladder le ao. Ma kitni dair se nangi khadi hai dekho! Sardi lag rahi hai ab. Darwaja bhi khula hai, hawa aa rahi hai.” (Raja please go and get a step ladder. See how long mom has been naked now. I am cold too, the air is coming in through the open door).

She wanted me to go get a step ladder? Was this it?

“Ok Ma. Theek hai…” (Ok, fine). I said, giving up and letting out a long sigh.

I didn’t know how this would go. I had seen her naked all over and she had noticed my hard on in my pajamas and hadn’t said a word about it yet. Of course, I hadn’t made any effort to hide I either, which I am sure was giving her ideas too.

She had encouraged my every move until now. Now she was telling me to get it over with soon?

I kept thinking these things as I stepped off the side of the tub and started to walk out.

“Darwaja khula chor do Raja…” (Don’t close the door Raja), she said moving her body behind the shower curtain.

“Acha Ma” (Ok) I said as I walked out.

I went to the yard and brought a step ladder back. She was still behind the shower curtain but the shower was now on!

I could see the water falling down through the semi-translucent shower curtain on her naked body as she washed the soap off. I could see her moving her hands all over her tits and then down towards her crotch. There had been enough light in the bathroom coming from the open door for her to wash the soap off before, wrap and towel and come out. But she hadn’t done it before I climbed the tub and tried to change the bulb, but now she was showering! I now had real hopes she wanted to do something.

“Ma tum ne pani kaise chala diya?” (Ma you turned the water on?). I had to yell so she could hear me. “Pehle to nahi chala rahi thee?” (Why didn’t you do so before?)

“Aray sabun laga tha badan pe, khujli aa rahi thee”. She yelled back from the shower. (I had soap on my body for so long, it was drying up and I was beginning to itch!) She said as she continued to wash.

“Acha…” (Ok) I was going to continue as she cut me off:

“Haan lekin theek tarah se dhula nahi…” (Yeah but I can’t wash it off right).

Why had she thrown that in? I ignored the comment and went ahead with the task at hand:

“Ma mein ladder pe char ke try karta huun.” I said. (Ma I am going to climb the ladder and try now.)

“Haan theek hai. “ she replied.

So I climbed the step ladder, changed the light bulb and flicked the switch on. The new bulb was all right. I could now clearly see her silhouette through the semi-translucent shower curtain. Her boobs were sticking out like two melons on her chest, and she was rubbing her hands on her nipples, pretending to wash them.

“Theek hai? Ho gaya.” (Is it ok Mom? I am done.) I asked plainly and started to move the ladder out, when she exclaimed:

“Aray aray Raja beta!” (Wait , wait, Raja, son!)

“Ji Ma?” ( Yes, Ma?)

“Meri kamar pe sabun laga do gey?” (Raja, son can you please rub soap on my back?)

“Acha? lekin…” I stuttered. (Yeah? , but…)

She was naked! How could I have? And she understood.

“Lekin kiya?” She teased. (But… what?)

“Sabun to laga tha abhi!” (But you just had soap on!)

“Bataya to hai sookh gaya tha, khujli aa rahi thee iss liye dho diya!!” (Didn’t I just tell you it was drying and I was itching so I had to wash it off. I couldn’t do it right!)

“Pehle kaise lagati thee fir?” (Well, how did you do it before?)


“Kiya matlab?” (What do you mean?)

“Pehle tu tum ne mujh se kabhi nahi poocha.” (You never asked for my help before)

“Aray beta… Mein kabhi nahi kehti, lekin aaj meri kamar mein dard hai, mein haath peachay nahi le ja sakti” (Son, I would never ask but my back really hurts today and I just can’t get my arm to go around my back.) She said in a down voice.

“Acha lekin… tum khadi raho gi?” (Ok, but will you stay standing up… like this?) I stuttered.

“Ja! Nahi lagana tu mat laga…Mein aise hi rahoongi gandi” (Fine, if you don’t want to help, then leave. Get out… I will stay unclean…” She said, frustrated.

“Nahi nahi…” (No… no), I stuttered.

“Mein beth jaoongi, theek hai?” (OK I will sit down, ok?). She said calmly, turning the shower off so I could hear her clearly.

“Acha?” (Are you sure?)

“Haan haan! Mein kaise lagaoon, mera haath dukhta hai.” (Yes, I am sure. My arm hurts if I move it around my back. I have to sit.)

“Acha tum udhar ko face karo…” I gave up and gestured with my hand, pointing away. (OK fine, just face the other way).

“Shabash mera pyara.” (Thanks my love.)

She said and then I heard her turn around in the tub and sit down.

“Ab curtain khol lo.” (Open the curtain now)

I slid the shower curtain sideways and there she was, sitting inside the tub on her butt, with her back towards me. I could see the top of her ass crack though. There was no way she could have covered that. I didn’t mind a bit.

“Yeh lo sabun.” (Here, take the soap.) She said, raising her arm behind her to hand me the soap. She didn’t look back at me. She was probably pretending she didn’t want me to see her tits.

I took the soap from her and held it in my right hand without saying a word. Then I rubbed it with both hands and touched her back with the soap bar. A cold shiver went down my spine. I could also feel her back muscles twitch with anticipation. She liked the touch.

Neither of us said anything. I kept rubbing the soap bar around her back and spreading the soap with my left hand. I was standing outside the tub, hunched over, while she was sitting down. Slowly, my back began to hurt.

“Ma meri kamar dukh gayee.” (Ma my back hurts).

“Hai meri jaan. Tub ki side pe baith jao … tsk tsk!” (Oh my love. Sit down on the side of the tub. ). She said these words affectionately, but in a hoarse voice.

She was thoroughly enjoying the back rub. I could feel her back move in a rhythm with my hands. I moved my hands all over her back and her shoulders. I went down near the ass crack but didn’t dare touching it. I went towards the base of her boobs from the back but didn’t go where the flesh got soft.

“Beta side mein bhi laga do.” (Son you can lather the “sides” too). She purred.

I knew exactly what she meant.

Now my hands were touching her tits from the sides.

“Haan haan theek hai, achi tarah phelao.” She approved, purring. (Yes yes, son, spread it evenly.)

I got a little more aggressive. Now my fingers were feeling her tits from the sides and slowly flicking them up, in the name of rubbing the soap.

She giggled : “Araam sey shaytaan.” (Slow, you naughty boy!)

I laughed back. There was nothing else I could have said. I was now repeatedly nudging her tits from the side. I had almost three quarters of her tits covered by now, but I hadn’t dared go up front or near the nipples.

Until now she hadn’t helped me a bit. But soon she said:

“Beta aram se ho na? yeh lo side se achi tarah laga lo.” (Son you are ok, right? Here, get a little comfortable and rub on the side)

Saying this, she moved in the tub, turning herself sideways to the left. The result? I could see her left tit now from the side!

I almost gasped. She heard me swallow hard.

“Aray beta, kiya hua? Theek se beth jao…” (Oh son, just be careful) She said this in a dreamy voice as I saw her closing her eyes. She then slowly touched the side of my ass as if to help me sit on the tub edge straight.

She was making it feel like this was normal for us! But it was mind boggling for me.

“Haan mein aram se huun.” (Yes, I am ok). This was all I could muster up as my heart went racing.

Her eyes were now closed and I was rubbing her back, but my eyes were focused on the dark brown nipple which was standing straight up in the air.

Slowly, pretending to help me put soap on, she started to rub the side of her back. When her hands got soapy, she moved them up to the back of her neck and muttered:

“Haan haan rub karo achi tarah…” (Yes, yes, rub nicely)

I know had the hardest erection that I think I had ever had in my life.

She continued to rub her neck and soon her hands moved to her boobs. She was now rubbing soap on her chest, paying special attention to her nipples! My hands continued to flick the soft sides of her tits too. This had gone too far! How was she having me do this without thinking of the implications? I was stunned! But I was probably hornier than I was stunned. Or maybe I was thinking with my dick and not my head. Whatever. It’s not like I cared. This was the most exciting sexual situation I had been in my life and I wasn’t about to throw mud on it. No. I wanted to continue and see how far she would take it.

As I flicked her tits sides and she rubbed her nipples with her eyes closed, she started to breathe heavily.

“Mmmmm,” she muttered.

What had I just heard? A moan?

Yes. It was a moan.

“Mmmm.”

Another one! She was all sexed up now. No reason to fear. If she doesn’t mind, why should I be scared?

But what would she say if I made the first move? Would it destroy our relationship as mother and son? Because so far she had made it all look like an accident, then a call for help and now, just a relaxation session for her. Just a plain old mother and son help session. But helped out who here? Who knew?

It was worth noting that throughout this encounter, I hadn’t raised my voice to her once! Except in the beginning when I didn’t realize this would get sexual.

My usual disdain for family, the house, including herself was nowhere to be found. I was loving it! Yes. I was. And I knew she realized it. She sensed it. Was it because she really didn’t want me to leave town and move out? Nah! Couldn’t be. Would she go this far as to stop me from moving out? “Crazy woman she is.” I thought to myself. But truth be told: the biggest pleasure a man can get is seeing a woman getting satisfied by his actions. It is a great boost for self esteem. Sex and intimate encounters lead to inevitable closeness and attachment.

But this wasn’t time to think about those things. I just wanted to see how long it lasted. I was in heaven and I wasn’t about to leave just yet.

While thinking all that, my hands were steadily roaming her back, stopping just above her ass crack. She continued to let out moans.

“Mmmmm………” This was the longest one.

And then she started to twitch! I guess her nipple rubbing had gotten to her.

She was slowly moving her legs in the tub as she let out her moans. And then came the shock:

“Raja!” She opened her eyes and turned her face to me. Doing this, she took my hands and placed them on her tits.

“HUH?” I gasped!

“Raja tum mujhe chor ke to nahi jaogey na?? bolo bolo!” She was pleading. (Raja, you won’t leave me and go. Right? Right?”

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. So it IS about me staying.

I squeezed her tits. I had responded positively!

“Haan maa kabhi nahi.” (No Ma, I would never leave you).

I wasn’t about to refuse sex. Even if was with my own mother! I had lusted after her all my life and as much as I hated the family, this was a dream come true. But was it going to be sex? Or was this going to be it? A tit rub wasn’t going to satisfy me. I wanted more.

My left hand stayed on her tit but I bent over and kissed her neck.

“Ouiieee”, she laughed. And kissed me back on my cheek.

My right hand had gone straight down to her crotch and cupped her hairy pussy!

“Oueiiii shaythann!” she screamed and squirmed lovingly. (You devil!) But she didn’t move my hand away from her pussy. In fact she pushed her pussy into the palm of my hand. I could feel her wet and soft pussy lips getting harder.

I continued to kiss her neck as she tried to turn her face around and kiss my lips. My one hand was rubbing her left tit and the right hand was cupping her pussy from behind. I kept rubbing it up and down. Considering how long we had been playing the bulb game in the bathroom, I was extremely horny now and wanted immediate relief! No taboos remained anymore anyway. I just wanted to see how far she could go though.

I was in a strong position. I felt like I could do whatever I want. If she refused, I would have gotten pissed. And that was something she couldn’t afford. The woman was offering me sex just to have me stick around at home! And this woman was my mother. I knew she won’t stop me today. Not a chance. She hesitates, I walk out! Move out. I had decided to take it all the way. My lust had taken over. I was now thinking with my penis, and not my brain!

“Mmmmmm….” She kept moaning as she turned around and kissed me on the lips.

My right hand was moving up and down her pussy hole. Rub up, rub down. I fingered her for a little while as I squeezed her left tit. She turned her head around and stuck her tongue deep down my throat.

I pinched her left nipple with my fingers.

“Aray besharam.” She giggled. (You are so naughty!)

“Ma achi tarah sabun laga duun puray badan pe?” (Ma should I put soap all over your body?). I asked.

“Haan haan. Lekin, tumhare kapray kharab ho jayengey.” (Yeah but your clothes will get soap all over them.)

“Haan to fir?....(Yah, then, should I?...) I stuttered.

“Tum kapray utaar do.” (You can take off your clothes.) She said in a reassuring way.

“Haan, lekin…” (Yea, but…) I said as I looked into her eyes.

“Aray!”. She laughed. “Aray mein ne tujhe nanga dekha hai.” (Son I have seen you naked before).

I laughed back. “Ma Sharam ati hai.” (I am kind of shy).

“Aray maa ko nanga dekh liya, meri phudy pe haath rakh diya to sharam nahi aye? Yeh dekh…” (You saw me naked, touched my pussy, and you are still shy? See silly!)

As she said it, she spread her pussy and put my hand over it. Then she took my index finger and rubbed it on her clit.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned.

Then she brought my hand back up and licked my finger with her lips, and squeezed it in.

Then she moaned again as she licked her own pussy juice.

This was it! Pure animal attraction. I didn’t say another word. I just got up, and started to undress.

“Shabash..” she laughed. (That’s my boy!)

I threw my clothes on the floor as she stared at my erection. She didn’t touch it immediately. Totally ignoring it, she said:

“Chalo sabun laga do ab.” (Ok now put soap all over my body). She stood up as she said it. She was such a tease! But hey I didn’t mind. I wanted it to be slow and sensual.

I stepped into the tub and picked up the bar of soap. She turned around and was facing me now, staring right into my eyes.

I put the bar of soap in one hand and started from her chest. My left hand was helping produce more lather. I moved my hands all over her upper body and tits. I squeezed her nipples. They were still erect and twisted outward and upward. As I moved closer to her to rub her back, my cock touched her crotch, but she didn’t move back. Neither of us said a word. As blatant as this sex session was, there were still some mother and son issues that we had to deal with. And this was very, very weird.

She inched closer to me so my prick constantly touched her pussy. She was a little shorter than me so she was periodically jumping up so her pussy rubbed my cock. She was practically begging for sex! By now this was probably purely sexual for her too, rather than psychological. True that she started it to keep me around, but I guess she had fallen prey to her own sexual desires.

After I got done with her upper body, I stooped down. Without saying anything, I moved my hands toward her ass. I was still facing her, and my head was now at her pussy level. My eyes were focused on the hair-covered doorway to heaven. I was now slowly rubbing soap on her butt, with my fingers scaling her ass crack.

“Mmm…” she moaned as I saw her tilt her head up in ecstasy and close her eyes.

My hands made their way to the front. I took the soap bar and moved it up and down her pussy line. She squirmed.

“Shaytaan. Besharam.” (You naughty kid, you are so shameless!) She giggled.

I moved my fingers on the sides of her meaty pussy. I parted her lips and probed the area thoroughly. She was still moaning with ecstasy.

Focusing on the task at hand, I continued to lather her legs and feet.

“Time to wash it off.” I said as I got up and turned the shower head on.

She stepped under the water as I bathed her. My erect cock kept rubbing her stomach. I washed her from top to bottom. I fingered her pussy and fondled with her tits. It was all so exciting!

All the while her eyes stared straight onto mine, even as I moved around every inch of her body, trying to ‘wash’ her. She couldn’t have cared less about the soap. She just kept staring at me with lust.

Whenever I stood up and facing her, she kept jumping up so my erect cock touched her pussy. She didn’t waste even one opportunity for this cock-to-pussy touch. And this is where intercourse happened.

I was now rubbing her back even though I was face to face with her, staring lustily into her eyes. My hands were around her back, with the water from the shower falling on it. She had done one of her jumps and was now practically standing on my cock! She had actually crept up, and brought my cock down with her pussy. We were literally about a quarter of an inch apart now, with her boobs firmly planted on my chest, her pussy pressing my cock down from the outside and her eyes fixated on mine.

Pretending to rub her back, I pulled her towards me.

“oooohh…” Her eyes went upward as she sighed with passion.

I slowly and softly pushed her toward the wall. She understood what I wanted. I wasn’t moving her away from me, I just wanted her pussy to get tilted enough so my cock could enter it. So she hunched back and spread her legs. My cock sprang free from under her pussy lips, ready to penetrate her.

She closed her eyes and muttered dreamily:

“Chod do mujhe.” (Fuck me.)

There was about a split second of silence. My entire life flashed right before my eyes. This was akin to death for me. Or rather, a rebirth. I was about to penetrate the woman I had idolized all my life. I had loved her, respected her, and most of all: lusted after every inch of her body. I am no Oedipus, I had wanted to do her ever since I had known what sex was! And the time had come. Time for me to be born again.

As she spread her legs with her back against the wall, her eyes remained closed. I pulled her lower back toward me, and slowly made a push against her pussy.

Her entire body shook as she kept her eyes closed tight! The head of cock was now inside the first pussy I had ever seen! She moaned with pleasure. A soft, relieving moan came out of her mouth as I buried my cock inside her pussy.

Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. Her eyes were still closed, but she screamed:

“Chod daal mujhe!!!” (Fuck me!)

And I obliged! Letting go of my emotion, I realized how sexual this moment was. I was fucking my own mother standing up. The animal in me took over, as I began to thrust my cock as further inside her passageway to heaven as I could.

The sounds of “thump, thump, thump, thump” were now dominant in the bathroom, drowning the sounds of the running water.

“Ahhhhhh…” I let out a huge grunt.

My abdomen was crashing real hard against her fupa (fat upper pussy area).

“Maderchod! Aram se!” she screamed. (Motherfucker, take it easy!)

I was half shocked to hear these kinds of words from the mouth of my saintly mom and half aroused. More aroused than shocked I should say.

“Ma…I love you.” I grunted.

“I love you too beta. Phar dal meri phudy.” (Tear up my pussy!)

Sweat was now rolling down the sides of both of our foreheads. I wanted to hold my cum in as long as possible. I had no concerns about her getting pregnant. She was probably menopausal, and honestly, I just didn’t care. She knew what to do with her body and was way more experienced than I was. I was sure she knew how to handle herself.

My one hand was on her shoulder to support her and the other was on her tits. Her pussy might have been wide but standing up, she had a tight grip around my normal sized cock. it felt like someone was squeezing it with a fist.

‘Thump, thump, thump…”

We kept fucking without any further discussion, but with endless arrays of her profanity laden lust sounds.

“Hai maar dala! Meri phudy….” (you killed me… oh my pussy!)

These yells was extremely erotic. The amazing thing was I hadn’t needed any lubrication. Yes, we were showering but water and soap alone shouldn’t have been enough. After all, I was sure she hadn’t had sex in a while. But I guess she was just so turned on, that her and mine pre-cum was enough.

“Aray maa ko chod diyaaaaaaaa…” she yelled. (You are ramming your own mother!).

I kept pumping.

“Besharam, Shaytan, de mujhe apna lora! De! De!” (You horny rascal, give your cock to me, give it to me, give it to me!)

“Ahhh…” I let out a huge moan.

I was about to ejaculate. And ejaculate I did!

My entire body jerked as I blew my load inside her hot steaming cunt. I jerked once, then a second time, and then a third time. The spasms in my cock were almost endless. She was moving with my spasms.

“Ahhh… Ahhh…” I panted as I continued to cum inside her.

“Aa, aa ja, chod de, aa ja…” (Cum, cum, harder, fuck me!) She screamed.

Her body moved with my every cumming spasm. I was now completely out of breath and even though she was crossing her legs, her my cum was now dripping from inside her pussy.

But I was still hard and I continued my inward thrusts to make her feel good. And she was on the verge of orgasm too.

“Ouuiieeee…” she screamed.

My head was now resting on her shoulders, as my chest was pressed against her naked tits tightly. I was supporting her from the back and thrusting my cock insider her with force. I wanted to fuck her like the little whore she was.

In my wildness, I got so aggressive that I grabbed her hair and pulled on it.

“Oh let go of my hair!” she said in English as she gasped and our crotches kept bumping: thump, thump, thump.

But I didn’t stop. With every inward thrust, I pulled her hair harder.

“Ahhh.. maderchod, chod de!” (aHHH, motherfucker, fuck me…) she was now responding positively to my hair pulling.

And I guess this is what put her over the top.

“Chod!” (fuck me!), she yelled.

Until now her hands were around my back, trying to get a good grip, but now she moved her left hand to her hair, pulling at her hair.

She was now screaming and almost bawling with pain. But I didn’t stop. How could I stop before she came?

I was now biting at her tits.

“Ouueee besharam!” (you nasty bastard) she screamed.

I continued to bite her nipples and pull at her hair. And soon she came.

With one huge vibration of her body, she let out a huge moan:

“Ahhhhhh…. Mein mar gayee.” (oooh I am dying).

With this, her body took multiple spasms as she came all over my dick. I didn’t notice her cum, it probably mixed with mine and the water falling on her bodies but I could really feel her orgasm.

She was now totally exhausted herself and just hugged me tight. We were still standing skin to skin in the bathroom.

“Raja, I love you…” she whispered.

“Ma, I love you more…” I answered back.

I then slowly made her sit down in the tub and I sat with her. I had now turned the water off and we could lay in the tub. I sat back and I made her sit in front of me, with her back towards me.


My dick was still up and was now rubbing her back as she threw herself at me. I held her tightly in my arms and caressed her tits and her entire body.

“Beta tu mujhe chor ke tu nahi jeyaga?” (Son you won’t leave me, right?) she asked in a depressed way.

“Ma yeh sab tum ne iss lieye kiya hai?” I pushed her off and said in a harsh tone. (So you did all this for that?)

“Aray nahi nahi nahi… mein tu waise hi pooch rahi thi…” (Oh no no, not at all, I was just asking…” ) She gasped and made up and answer.

But I didn’t care. I couldn’t have cared. I could have stayed as long as she wanted me to, as long as I got to do this with her.

After resting for about half and hour silently, she said:

“bed pe chalein? Abhi theek se nahi hua.” (You wanna go to the bed? We didn’t do it right.)
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