Finally Mala Get Fucked

Waves of shimmering Surat heat bounced up from the slate border of the courtyard as Mala sat up. Her skin, already a deep bronze was glistening with sweat. It was three-thirty on a hot, still Saturday afternoon. Oh, well, she thought to herself, it’s time to go in and have a coke. Maybe that’ll give me a little lift so I can make it through the rest of the day. Turning, she looked over at her son, Atul and his wife, Kusum. They were ignoring her as usual as they playfully picked and poked at each other.. 
She watched them for a few moments noticing that her son, Atul, who was eighteen now had turned into quite a good looking young man even if she had to say so herself. Kusum, his wife was comparably pretty, just beginning to blossom into a comely young lass. Kusum did a good job of filling out her blouse, Mala thought, but the girl was not in the same league as Mala. Glancing down at her own body, comparing it with the girl’s body, Mala knew that she would win hands down in a beauty contest. Mala was proud of her forty year old body and how well preserved it was. It was definitely time for a coke, she mumbled, sitting up slowly, feeling her big, pendant breasts wiggle and roll heavily under the tight thin blouse. 
“It is very hot here children. You should go inside,” she remarked in the general direction of the couple. “What, huh,” Atul laughed, turning toward his mother as Kusum tickled him, “what, uh, what did you say, Mom?” “I said I going inside,” she repeated herself, swinging her legs off the easy chair. The youngsters stopped teasing each other for a moment and watched her get up. Atul couldn’t help admiring his mother’s big, drooping breasts that were barely covered by her skimpy blouse. He watched them appreciatively as they wiggled and bobbed enticingly. Her breasts were phenomenal, he thought, wishing Kusum had big, soft breasts like his mother’s. 
God it would be wonderful to bury his face down between them and try to suffocate himself in their warm softness. His mother was wearing a thin voile blouse, and its brevity gave him a new insight on just how beautiful she really was. Too bad, she was his mom, he thought lewdly, ashamed that he had even thought such a thought. Still, the blouse hid only some of her abundant charms and her beauty was so captivating, it was working it magic even on her son. Watching her rise, he saw that her whole body was glistening seductively with a sheen of perspiration that highlighted every fetching curve and cranny of her beautiful body. Suddenly, Atul felt a perverse twinge of excitement course through his hardening cock as he looked on with fascination He vulgarly felt himself becoming aroused watching his mother’s walk inside the house. 
Cursing himself for even thinking about her in a sexual way, he shamefully turned away from her and focused his attention back on Kusum. “Hey, let us go upstairs and do it?” he whispered to Kusum, reaching over and squeezing her breast through the thin material of her sleevless blouse. “What about your Mother,” Kusum asked him, smiling mischievously as she watched over his shoulder as Mala disappear into the house. “She’ll go to her room and have a nap,” he laughed softly as he felt Kusum’s hand steal down to his throbbing manhood. “Wow, you are ready, aren’t you?” Kusum snickered, tickling his rock hardness through material of his pajama. “You’d better believe it,” he groaned, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that his mother was gone so that he could straighten out his growing difficulty. 
“What made you so hard,” Kusum grinned at him. “You,” he lied, feeling her hand rubbing his bulging cock through his bathing suit. Pulling Kusum into his arms, Atul rubbed his hard maleness against her groin as he kissed her long and deep. They stood on the patio kissing for several moments, their tongues exploring the other’s mouth wickedly until they finally they had to break for air. “Wow,” Kusum panted, feeling her tiny nipples harden with expectation, “you’re making me hot, too.” “Good, let’s go,” Atul puffed, taking her hand and roughly dragging her across the patio and upstairs to their bedroom. “How do I feel,” Atul asked her, quickly pulling his bathing pajama down to reveal his jutting manhood. “Oh, My, Wow,” Kusum blushed, reaching out and taking hold of his throbbing maleness, “how come you’re so big?” 
“You make me big,” he grinned sitting down beside her. Wrapping both of her hands around Atul’s massive cock, Kusum found that still over half of his great peter still jutted up above her clenched fists. “God, it must be at least a foot long,” she said adoringly as she ran her hands up and down the entire length of its rigid stiffness. “Almost, but I’m an inch short,” he gloated, slipping his fingers under the waist band of her bikini bottom. “Big deal, one little inch,” Kusum snickered as she let him skillfully undo the knot of her chaniya and pull it down her long, shapely legs. “Oh, you are horny, aren’t you?” she tittered excitedly as he suddenly began forcing her down onto her back. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all afternoon,” he panted, pushing her downonto the bed. “I could tell,” she giggled, spreading her legs apart to reveal her youthful, little fuzz covered womanhood. 
Looking down at her youthful pussy, Atul saw that the soft, curls of golden hair that covered her mons pubis seemed almost nonexistent. Grinning expectantly, she continued to spread her legs apart wider and wider. The opening of her puffy little cunt was sticky with her wetness and the fleshy lips surrounding it were stuck together hiding her inner sanctum. Then, as she spread herself wider, the lips finally parted and her cunt gaped open, wet and ready. “God, you have a beautiful pussy,” Atul groaned, clumsily scrambling to his hands and knees. Lying on her back looking up at him, Kusum stared at his huge, thick cock, slashing back and forth angrily as he crawled up between her outstretched legs. 
“Every time we do it, I don’t think it will fit,” she whispered fearfully, “but it always does.” “I don’t know how it all fits in your tiny, little hole,” Atul groaned, taking hold of his cock and slowly guiding it down towards her wet, drooling slit. Tenderly, he placed the great, purple head of his cock down in between the soft, wet lips of her cunt and slowly began to push the throbbing monster down into her hot, tightness. “Oh, My, God,” Kusum gasped as she felt his cock sliding down into her waiting wetness, “you’re too big.” “Fuck you’re tight,” he groaned, straining to force his entire eleven inches down into her hot sucking softness. 
“Oh, Fuck, it feels so good.” “God, yes,” Kusum gasped as she felt his huge, swollen cockhead finally grind up against her cervix and his hairy belly rub up against her belly. “God, I love the way you fuck me,” Kusum gurgled as Atul began to slide his huge, thick cock in and out of her dripping little slit. Meanwhile, down in her room, Mala could not get sleep because of the excessive heat even though the fan was running full speed. “I wonder what Atul and Kusum are doing,” she said out loud. “It sure is quiet down in his room,” she muttered and slowly made her way down the hallway toward her son’s room. She heard strange sounds coming from inside. Curiously, she peeked inside and was shocked almost beyond belief. She could feel her heart actually stop beating. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she reeled back in surprise. 
All she could see was her son’s hairy, muscular ass rising and falling and his huge cock sliding in and out of Kusum’s pussy. Mala couldn’t believe what she was seeing. How could they be so brazen to do it right in front of her face? Even as she felt herself disgusted and sickened by the sight, she couldn’t take her eyes off her son’s penis as it slashed in and out of the girl’s tight, wet cunt. Unable to stop herself, she watched on with perverse amazement as her son’s big, dangling balls slapped against the girl’s upturned buttocks every time he drove his cock into her. Appalled by what she was witnessing, she was horrified to feel a sudden, searing flash of excitement run through her own womanhood as she realized that her son’s penis was huge. She was astounded at the size of his cock. He was enormous. She had never seen a man hung so monstrously. Gaping on in wonder and shock, she found herself becoming sexually excited. 
Shamefully aware of her feelings, she couldn’t stop her hand as it crept down to her burning womanhood. God, she was going crazy with shame and disgust while at the same time she was wickedly excited by what she was watching. Abruptly, she knew she had to leave, before they saw her or she gave herself away. Then just as she started to back away she heard her son groan and slam himself down into Kusum as hard as he possibly could. “OH, FUCK, OH FUCK, OFUCKIMCUMMMINNNN,” he growled as he rammed his cock into Kusum as deep as he could. “MEEEEETTTTOOOOOOOOOO,” Kusum blathered out, wrapping her long, tanned legs around Atul’s waist, pulling him down even deeper into her wet, clutching cunt. Stopping her retreat, Mala stared down at their obscene union. 
Her eyes were glued on the spot where their two bodies became one. Then as she gawked on in disbelief, she was stunned to see a flood of her son’s thick, white love-cream come oozing around the thick, pink shaft of his cock. As he thrust himself into the girl, the thick, pure essence of his manhood came gushing out in waves every time his ass clenched and he shot another load into the girl. More and more cum came spilling out, down onto the bed where it formed a puddle below her firm, round ass. Mala couldn’t believe her eyes as she continued to stare at their wet, leaking union. She was growing more and more aroused as she watched more and more of her son’s thick, viscid milk pour out of the girl. All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, her son was no longer a boy. 
He was now a man in her eyes. Reeling in fascination and excitement, she watched her son continue to hump Kusum again and again, emptying his potent charge of hot, thick semen into the girl. Then at last, Atul collapsed on top of Kusum. Finally, Mala was able to stagger back away from the door. Turning, she tottered down the hallway toward her room, her head spinning with the memory of what she had seen. Appalled by what she had seen, she was unable to make her legs function properly and bumped into the wall several times as she careened down the hallway. Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her bedroom and bolting inside, quickly closed the door behind her. 
Her mind was in such turmoil, she didn’t know what to do as she stood leaning against the door, hoping that her son hadn’t heard her reckless retreat back to her room. Atul, still in the nether world of satisfaction following his eruption lay on top of Kusum with his cock slowly retreating back down the drenched channel of her vagina. Then, he thought he heard something thumping on the wall outside in the hallway. “Wow, that………” Kusum started only to be shushed by Atul. “SHHhhhhhhhhh,” he shushed her, listening intently, wondering if it had been his mother. God, had his mother had seen them making love? “I thought I heard someone out in the hallway,” Atul whispered after several moments of silence. Slowly, Atul pulled his half-hard cock back out of Kusum’s dripping cunt. “Ow,” she complained as she felt his cock finally pop out of her abused cunt. Easing back out from between her legs, Atul stealthily stepped down onto the floor. Creeping across his room, he stopped at the door and slowly peered out into the hallway. There was no one there, but he could smell the indistinct, but unmistakable aroma of marijuana in the air. He knew that his mother had been there only moments before. Wondering what to do, he quickly decided not to tell Kusum, hoping that she wouldn’t know that he was hiding it from her. “I guess that I was just hearing things,” he lied as he walked back over to the bed, his big, drooping dick flopping about heavily. “Your cock is cute after you have cum,” Kusum laughed softly, “it just kind of bounces around all over the place. It’s not hard and all.” 
“Hey, you’d better get cleaned up,” he grinned at her, looking down at his watch, “your friend will be here in five or ten minutes to go to the bazaar.” Kusum’s friend’s sister was getting married next day and Kusum was going to her house to help out. She will be staying in her friend’s house for a couple of days. “Yeah, now that you’ve had your fill,” she pouted, “you’re ready to get rid of me.” Back in her room, Mala was finally able to stagger over to her bed. Flopping down on it, she rolled over on her back and closed her eyes. As she did, the image of her son’s big, beautiful cock came flooding back into her mind. Her whole consciousness was filled with the obscene image of it sliding in and out of Kusum’s tiny pussy. It was as if the image had been indelibly stamped into her brain leaving behind scar tissue that would never heal. It left her permanently scared. 
She would always have the picture of her son’s great, glistening prick in her mind. To her surprise, she found herself rubbing her womanhood through the thin material of her sari as she replayed the vision over and over again in her mind. How could she be thinking of him like this she berated herself as she felt the material of her bathing suit growing wet and sticky with her excitement. God, was she going crazy? She had never in her wildest imaginations thought of Atul as anything other than her beautiful baby boy. Now, her mind was filled with his overwhelming maleness. She had to stop, she told herself. But as if to mock her own conscience, she found herself slipping her petticoat down her long, tanned legs anyway. She tried to stop thinking about him, but she couldn’t. The next thing she knew, her finger found her throbbing clitoris and began to tease it. Oh, God, I’ve got to stop thinking about Atul, she groaned as she spread her legs open and dipped one long finger down into her hot, clutching cunt. 
Then, as she slowly eased her finger in and out of her dripping cunt, she heard a car horn blaring outside. She knew that Kusum’s friend had come by to pick up Kusum. Slowly fucking herself with her finger, she listened and heard Kusum and Atul thump down the stairs and slam the door as they left the house. After a few seconds, she heard the car drive off. A few seconds later she heard the front door closing. It was probably Atul coming back inside, she shuddered. Without warning, she felt an inexplicable excitement flash through her body. She and Atul were now alone in the house. Why would this arouse her so totally, she wondered. They had been alone in the house millions of times before and nothing had happened. Not even after she had divorced Atul’s father, seven years ago. Atul had come to her room several times late at night and slept with her to get them over their shock at being left alone. They had never done anything wrong then. They had not even touched each other, even in a nonsexual way. 
But, that was then, she thought to herself, and now was now. That was when Atul had been her little boy and now he was a man. Mysteriously, it was somehow different now. She couldn’t explain it, but it was definitely different. It was as if a stranger had just entered the house. But at the same time it was her son. It was as if he had separated into two distinct and definable personalities in the matter of a few seconds. Confused and mortified that she could think of Atul in two totally different ways, she couldn’t stop herself from fingering her burning clitoris. Then, suddenly, the door to her room opened and Atul stood in the doorway staring down at her vulnerable nakedness. “Mom, I……………………” she heard him say as he stopped and stood staring down at her exposed femininity. She had to cover herself, she thought frantically, but found herself paralyzed, unable to move to cover herself. Instead, she lay there staring up at him stupidly. Neither of them moved for the longest time as time seemed to stop. 
They stared into each other’s eyes, searching for something. Neither of them could bring themselves to break the spell. It was if they were under the spell of some malignant sorcerer who had them under his control. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mala was able to tear her eyes away from his, but still she couldn’t bring herself to cover her nakedness. As her eyes flitted about frantically, they dropped down to his crotch. As her eyes found the huge bulge in his pajamas, she couldn’t keep from gasping. It was very obvious that her son had an erection. Atul didn’t know what to do or say as he stared down at his mother lying on the bed in front of him. When her eyes had left his, his eyes immediately swept down to the wet, glistening gash pink between her long, tanned legs. He had never seen his mother’s womanhood before. It was so delicate, so beautifully feminine, so exciting, he nearly died. This couldn’t be happening, he thought, as he stared down at the weeping gash of pink flesh slowly drooling her juices down the crack of her ass onto the bed. He couldn’t take his eyes off the gaping wound as it peeked out from the forest of curly brown hair covering her soft, rounded underbelly. 
Why didn’t she cover herself up, he wondered in amazement as he continued to stare at her exposed vagina, feeling himself growing harder by the second. Did she want him, could she want him to make love to her he wondered as time crept by and she made no effort to hide her nakedness. What did she want him to do? Then, almost in answer to his question, he saw her legs spread just a tiny bit wider. What could she be thinking, he wondered as he looked back up to her face and saw that she was staring down at where his throbbing cock was bulging out against his bathing trunks. This couldn’t be happening, he told himself. He was transfixed as he stood before her. He was so confused, he didn’t know what to do. His eyes flicked back from her face to her wet, drooling womanhood several times. Her eyes, however, never wavered from his crotch. She seemed to be waiting for him to expose himself to her as she was presenting her exposed femininity to him. At last, after what seemed like ages had passed, Atul’s passion overrode his fear of the consequences. He decided to find out if his mother wanted him as badly as he wanted her. 
It was as if his body was being consumed by an unholy fever that only she could quench. She must allow him to drain off his festerous malignancy inside her soft, warm womanhood. Without taking his eyes away from his mother’s eyes, he slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pajama. Taking a deep breath, he began to ease his pajama down off his hips, watching for the first sign of alarm in his mother’s beautiful eyes. Instead of fear and alarm, he saw her eyes watching him with expectancy, almost eagerly awaiting for him to reveal himself to her. He continued to ease his pajama down farther and farther until at last, his giant, swollen cock lurched and sprang out into the open. As his cock flopped out into the open, he saw his mother’s eyes flare open almost as if in disbelief as she stared at his pulsating monster. “Oh, My, God,” she whispered as she saw her son’s giant penis slither out of his bathing trunks, jutting out at her in all of its evil malevolence. She had never seen any as beautiful, or anything that held such evil and destruction. 
It was beautiful, but to feel it inside her would seal their fate and change their lives in a devastating way. She suddenly found it hard to breathe as she stared at the gigantic cylinder of hard, throbbing man-meat jutting out from her son’s belly, obscenely pointing directly at her waiting womanhood. She knew that if she didn’t do something to stop the whirlpool of incestual desire that they were caught up in, they would both soon be drowned in its horrific repugnance. But even as she fought to speak, she felt drugged and unable to move. Neither of them moved for the longest time as they stared into each other’s eyes. As if some ancient convention was being tested, both of them were afraid to trust the other’s intention. As they stared at each other, the air inside the room was becoming more and more charged with their restrained passions. There was so much erotic desire flowing between them, it was heating the room. Then Mala’s eyes dropped back down to her son’s huge, bounding, throbbing manhood. She couldn’t believe this was happening. How could it be? It was so wrong, yet, it seemed so right, so sensible. She loved her son as she could never love another man. She had always loved him so deeply. When he had been hurt, she ached. 
When he had a scrape, she had bled. Now would she make the supreme sacrifice for him? Would she be able to give him the one thing that was forbidden between mother and son? Could she give him her body, her soul, her sexual love? If this was what he wanted, how could she refuse him? At last, Atul was able to bring his legs to work. Like a drunken zombie, he took a tiny, faltering step toward his mother. His cock was so hard it ached as it bounded up and down wildly. Then he took another step, and another until he was standing at the foot of his mother’s bed staring down at her pussy that lay open, glistening wetly with her excitement. The only movement he had detected from his mother was her eyes. She still had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. On the other hand, she hadn’t indicated that she wanted him to make love to her either. She had made no movement that would indicate that she wanted him to bring their confrontation to an end one way, or the other. Standing at the foot of her bed, he was torn between desire and fear. Should he take that last final step. Should he take the step that would forever change their feeling for each other? 
Although on separated by inches, that last step was miles wide. It would take all the courage he could find to take it. He stood there quivering with want, but afraid to step over the line that would plunge them both into the abyss of eternal damnation. Then, he saw her hand move. Her finger, that had been touching her clitoris slowly retreated back and then her hand slowly began to move away from her womanhood, creeping up over her stomach. Even though her hand withdrew from her exposed femininity, she made no effort to close her legs or hide her vulnerability. Atul watched her hand as it crept higher and higher until it was joined by her other hand between her breasts. She stopped for a moment, he hands clutching the top hook that held her blouse secure. Then with one quick flick of her fingers, she unfastened all the hooks and the blouse sprang open revealing her big, beautiful breasts. As her top flew apart revealing her breasts, Atul felt his cock lurch and jump with expectant excitement. 
It was the sign he had been waiting for. Tossing caution to the wind, he climbed onto the bed and scrambled up between his mother’s long, tan outstretched legs. Staring down at the wet, oozing gash of soft pink flesh that gaped open so invitingly, he stopped with his great, bobbing cock pulsating above it threateningly. He had never known such need or desire. It was as if his very soul was on fire and the only way he could put of the hellish fire was to immerse himself in his mother’s hot, wet cunt. Then, to his utter delight and shock, he watched as his mother slowly lift her hand. As she reached for him, it took every last ounce of his control to keep from spewing out his load of hot, heavy semen all over her hand when she finally touched him. “Oh, Mother,” he groaned as he watched her bend his thick, unyielding cock down, pointing the swollen purple headed monster down at her gaping woman-wound. 
Trying to control the urge to drive his cock into her in one brutal thrust, he waited as she fitted the great round cockhead down into the steaming opening of her vagina. “Now, darling, NOW, put it in me,” she told him, lifting her pelvis up at him and urging him to enter her most sacred of sacred places. “Oh, Fuck,” he gasped as he slowly eased his massive penis down into the scalding, sucking core of her cunt, “God, I Love it.” She was so hot and ready for him, his cock didn’t hesitate on its journey down into the inviolate sanctum of her motherly vagina. Barely able to keep from slamming his long, thick maleness into her, Atul slowly eased it down until it was totally immersed inside her hot, clutching cunt. He couldn’t believe that his huge cock was completely buried down inside of his mother. It had only taken seconds for him to completely transform their lives. Now instead of mother and son, they were lovers. He had never experienced pleasure so deep and intense. It threatened to short out his touch with reality. Then rising up, he hunched into her, thrusting his cock even deeper into the unprofaned depths of her hot, aching motherhood. 
Holding his cock thrust down into her as hard as he could, he leaned down and hungrily sucked a giant, swollen nipple into his mouth. “Ohhhhhhh, My, Babiiiiieeeeee,” Mala moaned as she grabbed hold her son’s ass and dug her long, pink fingernails deep into the hard muscles of his ass. Sucking on her swollen, bulbous nipple, he grabbed hold of her breast and roughly massaged it as he continued to grind his cock into her. “Oh, Baby, Fuck Mommy,” Mala groaned, thrusting herself up at him. “Oh, God, Mother,” Atul gasped, spitting out her nipple and jerking his cock back down the drenched channel of her cunt. Without pausing, Atul began to hammer his cock into her mother’s cunt as if his very life depended on it. In and out, in and out like a madman, faster and faster until his hips were a blur. “Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Fuck,” he blathered out as he drove himself into her brutally. She took the entire length of his monstrous organ down into the deep depths of her drenched cunt every time. 
As he drove himself into her, he could feel her thrust herself up at him hungrily. She wanted all he could give every time he slammed his cock into her. Clenching his pistoning ass cheeks in her hands, she dug her long nails into him urging him to fuck her faster and faster. As they wildly fucked, she obscenely lifted her lovely, long legs up into the air and wrapped her thighs around his waist. Squeezing him tightly between her strong, smooth thighs, she dug her heels into his ass, coaxing him to drive his huge cock into her burning love-wound deeper and deeper. Like two battling degenerate beasts, they tore at each other. Their bodies clashed together again and again as if they seemed bent on destroying each other. They hurled themselves together time after time in incestual combat. Growls and animal sounds escaped from them as they fucked and fucked. Mala couldn’t get enough of her son’s gigantic cock. She never had her husband fill her so full and stretch her almost beyond her capacity, but still she had to have more of him. She had never dreamed that his cock was so long, so thick, so huge. 
He was almost to larger for her. Despite his size, she needed all of him inside her burning, aching cunt as she grunted and strained to pull him deeper and deeper into her with each savage thrust. Never had she even dreamed of making love to her son and now she couldn’t imagine not doing it. She couldn’t ever remember being fucked so hard and passionately. Thrusting herself up at him every time he slammed his cock into her burning, aching cunt, she tried to absorb him through her stinging pussy. “Oh, Fuck, Baby, Oh, Fuck, Baby, I, Need, It, I Need, It,” she blabbered out as Atul continued to ream her sopping, scalding cunt with his giant prick. Atul had never felt such power and control in his whole life. He had never even fantasized about having sex with his mother and now he was atop her fucking her brains out and she was loving it. How could he be plunging his manthing down into her most hallowed sanctity and have her wanting more? She was giving him the only thing that a mother should never share with her son, never ever, but she was willingly giving it up to him. The feeling of complete dominance was such ecstasy, he never wanted to stop.

He wanted to fuck her forever and ever. Suddenly, Atul abruptly stopped driving his cock into his mother’s drenched cunt. “Whatthhmmmmmpppfffffff,” she started to say before her mouth was covered by Atul’s as he kissed her deep and wetly. Driving his tongue deep into her mouth, he explored her mouth before sucking her hot, probing tongue into his mouth. Kissing and sucking on each other, they groveled in incestuous ecstasy. Keeping his thick, hard cock shoved down into his mother’s hot cunt, he could feel the pouting, meaty lips of her painfully swollen cunt pulsing tightly around his hardness. As they passionately devoured each other, she gently milked his swollen manhood with her strong, flexible cunt muscles. Finally, Atul had to break for air. Gasping for breath, he tore his mouth from hers and dove down onto her huge, rolling breasts. Grabbing the soft, pliable flesh of her breasts in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded both of her beautiful breasts while he sucked on first one nipple and then the other great swollen nipple. 
He had never felt anything as soft and warm and wonderful as her big, beautiful breasts. He wanted to rub his face in their wonderful softness forever and never stop. But even after a few moments, he felt his mother’s impatience as she began to move against him, urging him to make love to her again. Reluctantly releasing her great mammaries, he quickly began to fuck her dripping, burning cunt again. “Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Baby, Oh, Yes, My, Baby, Do It to Mommy,” she gurgled, thrusting herself up against him once again, taking him to the limit every time. Like a madman, he slammed his slid his gigantic maleness in and out of her deep wetness so fast his hips became a blur. In and out, his giant cock slashed, slinging her spewing juices flying all over the bed. As he fucked her, he could smell her musky, pungency as the room filled with the erotic odor of her sex. “Oh, God, Baby, Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh Fucckkkkkkkkkkk,” she groaned as her whole body began to shake and quiver uncontrollably. “OHFUCKIMCUMMMMNNNNNNN,” she screamed out at him. Atul couldn’t believe it. In his mind, he would always be her little boy, yet now he could make his mother cum. And cumming she was. 
The sudden feeling of omnipotence that washed over him was too much and he felt his cock give a mighty lurch inside her spasming pussy. Suddenly, a spout of his boiling semen spurted out into her sucking, clenching socket. “OHMYGOD,” Mala screamed again, as she felt the white hot geyser of his thick, scalding hot boy-cream spewing out onto the bruised and raw lining of her cunt. “OHHHMMMOOOTTHHERRRRFFFUUUCCKKKKK!” Atul bellowed out as he rammed his cock into her hot, absorbing womanhood and let it spew out its lethal load inside of her. “OhYesMyBabyFillMotherUpWithYourWonderfulCream ,” she blurted out as she felt his cock jerk again and squirt another gigantic gusher of cum into her. “Oh, Fuck, Mommy,” Atul sobbed uncontrollably as he felt his cock jerk and jerk, spewing out eruption after eruption of his thick, gooey cum into his mother. At last her cunt could hold no more and it came oozing out around his cock just as it had done with Kusum. Again and again, his mighty weapon bucked and exploded inside of her mother’s overflowing cunt. 
Mala couldn’t believe how much semen her son’s gargantuan penis was spewing into her as she felt it begin to leak out of her cunt and trickle down the crack of her ass. God, she thought, she had never seen such virility in a man. Was it ever going to stop erupting inside of her? “OH, God, Mother,” Atul cried out, afraid that he had broken something inside of his cock because it wouldn’t stop spurting. He had shot out so much of his thick, spunky cum, his balls were beginning to hurt. “It’s okay, Baby, fill Mommy full,” she cooed to him trying to comfort him. Then suddenly, with one last mighty heave, his cock abruptly stopped ejaculating and with a groan, Atul collapsed down on top of her. She had never experienced such unbridled passion before. It had left her exhausted, both mentally and physically. Strangely, Atul seemed to weigh nothing and she hardly felt him pressing down on her at all. This was discomforting because she knew that he had to weigh at least one hundred and eighty pounds. Then glancing over, she saw that most of his weight was resting on his arms as he held them up against her body. As they lay in each other’s arms, Atul snuggled his face down into the crook of her neck and lovingly nuzzled her, kissing her softly. Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they lay joined together in their incestual marriage. 
Then she realized that his massive penis wasn’t shrinking. It remained hard and thick, lodged inside of her aching cunt like a giant cork. Why wasn’t he like other men, she wondered. Why didn’t his cock shrivel up and slip out of her cunt? Instead, it lay inside of her, thick, swollen and throbbing with potency. How could this be, she wondered, knowing that he had also shot more cum into her than any other man. Then she felt his cock twitch inside of her. Not knowing what to expect, she was startled when Atul slowly rose up onto his elbows and looked down at her. Their eyes met and locked. She could see the love in his eyes as it flowed between them. Then she felt him begin to move inside of her once again. Bending down, Atul kissed her long and hard as he slowly pulled his thick, bloated cock down the foamy channel of her cunt. Then, giving her soft, pouting lips a tender nibble, she slowly eased his huge cock back into her again, sliding it in until the thick, puffy cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Then, he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, filling her completely, but lovingly. 
She had never been fucked so tenderly, so gently. It was as if he was afraid her pussy was made of delicate china and he would break it. Slowly, he pumped his cock in and out of her bruised, aching cunt, churning their juices into a thick, frothy lather that slowly dripped out of her tight slit. Lying under him, feeling his magnificent penis impaling her time after time, Mala felt herself drifting away from reality and floating on a gigantic wave of hedonistic pleasure. Her whole being was centered entirely on her aching cunt where her son’s lovely penis was slowly sliding in and out of her. Her cunt had grown extremely sensitive and she imagined that she could even feel the thick, blue blood vessels that encircled his cock. They were distended, filled with his, hot blood. They bulged out arrogantly to keep the massive cylinder of meat filled with blood. He was so big, every time he slipped his cock back into her, it drug her clit down along the barrel, driving her insane with pleasure. Then without realizing it, she found herself climaxing as tiny, little explosions of sensual joy filled her mind over and over again. 
It was like watching a fourth of July fireworks display, except it was going on in her head. Explosion after explosion shook her body, immersing her in such pleasure, she lost contact with reality and floated in the thick luxury of pure sexual indulgence. On and on she floated, not having a care in the world as her mind was being overloaded by the sensual bombardment. At last, she could endure it no longer and slipped off into unconsciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her room was dimly lit by the fading light. Lying in her bed, foggily trying to recollect the events that had led up to this moment, she wondered why her room seemed to be growing lighter. Slowly, afraid that her head would fall off if she moved to quickly, she turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:00, so why was it getting light outside. Had she gone insane? Maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare, she thought until she moved her legs and felt a twinge of pain between them. 
Running her hand down to her aching womanhood, she found that her inner thighs were coated with a film of thick, creamy sap. Then her mind crazily lurched back to her incestuous union with her son Atul. God, had it really happened. She knew it had. What an afternoon. But why was it getting light. Suddenly, she realized that they must have fucked all night long and now it was morning. But, where was Atul? Why had he left? Was he disgusted by what they had done? Then, as if to answer to her question, she heard the distant sound of water running through the pipes of the house. Apparently Atul was taking a shower in his bathroom. Sitting up, she suddenly felt she had to explain to him why she had taken him into her bed. He must know the reason, but chillingly, she realized that there was no reason other than her sick lechery. She hadn’t planned it, but her perverse desire to have him make love to her had overcome her. Somehow, she had to explain it to him so that he wouldn’t take all the blame himself. Swinging her long, tanned legs off the bed, she groggily stood up and stumbled toward the door. Seeing herself in the mirror, she quickly decided that a shower wouldn’t hurt her either as her legs and stomach were coated with the evidence of their unholy recklessness. Rushing into her bathroom, she quickly showered. 
Stepping out her shower, she toweled herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist. Reaching for her robe, she stopped. Looking in the mirror, she decided to leave her large, pendant breasts bare. Atul liked to look at her breasts, so maybe this would show him how she felt toward him now. Having regained the use of her legs again, she walked over to the door and stepped out into the hallway. As she started toward Atul’s room, she was taken by surprise when he suddenly stepped out into the hallway. Both of them stopped dead as they stared at each other. His eyes quickly dropped to her great, drooping breasts. They were bare and dangling down heavily. She could easily see that he wasn’t feeling the remorse she thought he might be as he was stark naked. Even though the sun was barely up and she was barely awake, her eyes quickly flitted down to his great, half-hard cock dangling down between his muscular legs. How could she be drawn to him so easily, she wondered as she felt a sudden twinge of perverse desire spring up inside her battered, bruised pussy. 
Tearing her eyes away from his manhood, she saw that he was staring back at her with love and desire filling his eyes. “Oh, Atul,” she moaned, quickly rushing down the hallway into his waiting arms. “I Love you so much.” “God, Mother, I Love you more than life itself,” he groaned, taking into his strong, young arms and pulling her into him. Crushing his mouth down onto hers, he kissed her long and deep. She could feel his maleness slowly brush against her leg as it began to harden and lift itself. Abruptly, she had the overpowering urge to feel his giant cock inside of her mouth before he became too big. Falling to her knees before him, she lifted his dangling penis up to her mouth and quickly sucked him into her mouth. “Oh, My, God mother,” he wheezed as his cock quickly began to grow harder and bigger. Sucking him into her mouth, her warm, soft lips cupped the bullet-hard, bursting head of his penis as she lovingly sucked on it. The unanticipated attack on his cock by his mother had driven Atul almost instantly to the point of ejaculation. “God, Mother, I’m going to cum,” he gasped, fighting to hold it back, but rapidly loosing the battle, “Mother, Please, I can’t stop it.” 
Ignoring his pleas, she engulfed the smooth head of his bulging prick in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around it twitching hardness again and again. To Atul, her lips were like bands of fire, encircling his cock in a ring of ecstasy sending pleasure running down his cock with maddening excitement. “I CAN’T STOP MOTHER,” he blurted out as his cock began to jerk and pumped out a gusher of thick, foamy cream into his mother’s hot, sucking mouth. Mala didn’t hesitate as she quickly nursed down his thick, rich, sperm filled cream while he continued to empty the contents of his swollen testicles into her mouth. Grabbing his dangling, spasming gonads in her hands, she cupped them lovingly, squeezing and pulling on them. Sinfully enjoying the feel of his hot, potent semen spurting into her mouth, she tried to coax more and more it into her mouth as she hungrily devoured his offering. “Oh, My, Fucking God,” he cried as he thrust his spurting, jerking penis into his mother’s mouth, “God, Mother, it’s too much.” Suddenly, jerking his still spurting cock out of her mouth, he fell to his knees. 
“Oh, Baby, I’m sorry,” Mala gushed, reaching down and taking hold of his cock as it continued to buck and spew cum, “keep on cumming, Baby, cum all you can.” “Oh, Fuck,” he shuddered as his mother masturbated him and he continued to erupt, spurting out thick strings of his foamy cum all over her hands and stomach. At last, his great cock stopped lurching in her hand. “God, Mother, I’m so sorry,” he blathered, tears of pain, humiliation and pleasure coursing down his face. “For what?” she asked, leaning forward and tenderly kissing the tears from his face, “It was wonderful. Anything we do together is wonderful, don’t you think?” “I’ve never felt this way, Mother,” he whimpered. “I know baby, neither have I,” she smiled lovingly. “If this is what love is,” he said softly, “I’ll never be able to love another woman, Mother. I love you too deeply.” “Our new love is wonderful,” she whispered, pulling him to her and hugging him tightly, “and it will only grow stronger and stronger with time.” 
“God, Mother, I have to have you,” he growled, staggering to his feet, his giant peter already hardening with growing expectation. Bending down, he swept his mother up in his arms. Straining under her beautifully compacted one-hundred and twenty pounds, he lifted her. “My goodness,” she gasped, amazed at his strength, “I didn’t know you had such muscles.” “Then, there are a lot of things I didn’t know about you,” she smiled wickedly as he staggered down the hall toward his bedroom. As she spoke, her hand found her son’s growing manhood and lovingly fondled it as he clomped down the hallway. Straining under her weight, he finally made it to his room. Staggering inside, he quickly stumbled over to his bed and delicately deposited his mother down onto it. Sensing her son’s immediate need, Mala quickly spread her long, bronzed legs apart and reaching down to her womanhood spread herself open for him. “Oh, God, Mother,” Atul gasped, crawling up between her outstretched legs, “I love you so much.” 
“I love you too, my son,” she cooed, reaching up and guiding his jutting hardness down into the soft, waiting core of her soul, “and I always will with all my heart and soul.” Thrusting himself down into her, Atul buried himself all the way to the hilt inside of her hot, meaty cunt with in one swift thrust. Holding himself buried deep inside of her salivating vagina, Atul bent down and softly kissed her full, pouting lips. “Will you let me make love to you again, uh, I mean after today?” he asked her slowly sliding his cock in and out of her weeping slit. “I don’t want to ever quit making love to you.” “I would never stop you from making love to me,” she cooed, thrusting herself back up at him, sucking him back into her aching cunt, “how could I after today?” “Do you really mean it?” he asked incredulously, stopping to give her another soft, loving kiss on the lips. “Of, course, my silly little boy,” she laughed softly, “you are my new lover.” “Does this mean that you will sleep with me every night?” Atul asked tentatively. “Of, course, my love, every night,” she murmured as he slowly started fucking her again, “and we’ll make love every night, all night long.” “But that would depend upon what you do with Kusum,” Mala returned with a hint of possessiveness in her voice. “Would you be able to give her up?” “Uh, give up Kusum,” Atul gulped, as visions of being in bed with his mother every night making love to her danced in his mind. “Gosh, Mom,” he mumbled, feeling her tighten the satiny sheath of her vagina around his cock, softly milking him with her cunt muscles, “oh, Fuck, I’ll do anything to make love to you.” “Good,” she sighed, relaxing her hold on his cock, “I’ll your wife from now on.” “Oh, God, Mother,” Atul groaned as he began to pound his cock into her with a vengeance, ” I’ve died and gone to heaven.” “So have I,” she laughed softly as she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around her son’s waist, “so have I.”