HOW it all started with bengali mom

I tried my hardest whenever I had the chance to get a glimpse of a woman's breast. My mother Sumona, my older sister Rupsa, who was four years older than me, and my mother, an old fashioned village lady who knows nothing about fashion, were my best options. When she's doing housework, she usually wears a saree or kurta with the top two or three buttons unbuttoned, or whatever she's wearing can't cover her big boobs and her cleavage is always a joy for me, and I had no problem looking at her boobs, as well as her nipples, which are dark brown and always appear to me erect.

I always tried to get glimpses of my mother's cunt or bushes of her vaginal hair, and I was successful a couple of times, but most of the time I had no problem staring at her beautifully shaped inner thighs because she wore peticots or dhootis(uses as peticot type) open on one side, a casual or normal dress for her. Her tight ass is a bit big but very sexy, and when her dhooti got stuck in it, I often got views of her ass line. Because I am the only son and youngest child in the family, my mother loves me too much. My two older sisters married when they were very young. My mother always wants me to sleep in her room because my father is always out of town. In her bedroom, she has an old style large and huge double bed, and she always treats me like a small child. My oblivious mother had no idea about my ambitions, desires, lust, or plans. I was a small, innocent child in her eyes. I had a lot of different ideas in my head after seeing so many glimpses of private parts all the time. Now I want to feel her body, particularly her boobs, cunt, and ass. As I previously stated, she enjoys hugging me, so I try to place my fingers on her ass and boobs as often as possible without letting her know. When I was talking to her on the bed, I usually left my hand on her chootar (ass) and tried to squeeze a little bit innocently, rub her back, and touch her breast, and when she hugged me, I always felt her nipples on my chest.

One night, I was particularly horny, and my mother had just entered the room after a long day of housework; she was looking tired, as I could tell just by looking at her face; she was dressed in a black kurta and her same multicolorpeticot ; she sat on the bed and complained to me about her aches throughout her body, particularly in her legs; and she also mentioned that she missed my father. As an obedient son, I offer to rub her feet to comfort her, and to relieve the pain, I bring milk with three sleeping pills dissolved in it, which she accepts and lies down on her back on the bed. I took a seat on the bed's edge and took one of her feet in my hands. My mother sighed and relaxed even more as I kneaded and massaged it. I could see up her peticot if I lowered my head a little at this point. I could easily look up her waist from the side, and if I lifted her feet while rubbing them, I might be able to get the peticot higher. All I'd have to do then is take a look. My mother lifted the leg I wasn't working on and bent it at the knee, so she must have been very relaxed.

Her peticot began to fall away, revealing even more of her legs. In the power full light of the bulb, I had an unobstructed view of almost all of her legs, including the creamy white skin of her inner thighs, with her in that position. I was relieved to see her legs in almost their entirety and find them to be exactly what I had hoped for–shapely, firm, and, above all, sexy. In response to the sight, my cock gradually swelled and stiffened. It was even better for me when I was able to touch her warm skin. I imagined that my hands and fingers were massaging her soft inner-thigh skin as I rubbed her feet. Despite the fact that I had already seen a lot and was seeing some of the parts of my mother that I had hoped to see, I realized that there might be more. I could see up the few inches of peticot that still covered her upper thighs if I ducked my head just an inch. I might be able to see her juicy cunt if I'm lucky. I lowered my head to see my mother's pussy, seeing that her eyes were still closed. All I saw was blackness when I did so. When I got closer, he realized what I was seeing wasn't darkness, but hair. There were no panties to be found, only pussy. I'm getting a good look at her pussy because there's nothing covering it. ” I was careful not to open my mother's eyes to see what was different, so I kept rubbing at a fast pace. I yanked her leg to the side, widening the channel even more; by this time, my mother was sound asleep, had started light snoring and was relaxed and moaning a little, and I could clearly see the moist and wet pussy lips of her cunt; she then lowered the leg she had raised and moved her foot toward me, still with her eyes closed. She raised the leg I'd been working on even higher than the previous one. This caused even the small amount of peticot on her thigh to fall away, exposing me to a complete view of the area between her legs all the way down to her waist. I locked my gaze on her pussy and ass. They were the most perfect things I'd ever seen, even better than pornographic movies, in my opinion. For the chance to keep looking at what my mother was displaying to me, I would have stayed there and rubbed her feet until my arms fell off. I was simply insatiably horny. My trousers were bulging in the front, and there was even a little moist spot where pre-come had seeped from my firm, throbbing cock. I jerked myself off in the same room as my mother, who was laying on my lap with one hand on her feet and the other on my dick, my thoughts and eyes focused on the moist, gaping pussy in front of me. I heard a gentle humming sound of moan while performing this.

I felt myself growing enraged by passion and the want to fuck her right then and then. When I put my hand between her thighs and touched her privates for the first time, she didn't move but murmured softly. I lifted her onto her bed and undid her kurta. Her enormous breasts drew me in, as did her large aerole and hefty nipples. I stroked her right breast for a few seconds before sucking it and pinching it with my teeth for a few minutes before allowing her to lie down. I gathered my confidence and decided to have her after staring for a few seconds between her slightly spread thighs. I stripped down to my underwear and knelt by her bed on the floor. I fully exposed her hairy cunt by pulling her knees apart. I was fiddling with her cunt and accidentally pushed a couple of fingers into her wet vagina. That was it; she didn't blink, so I knelt and guided my throbbing manhood into her vagina. I shoved my erection deep within her, began pumping back and forth, and ejaculated within a few minutes. As I pumped my semen into her hot vagina, I leaned forward, grabbed her left breast with my hand, and sucked the nipple of her right breast into my mouth. After my climax, I relaxed and felt my erection gradually fade and slide out of her vaginal opening. I took her nipple out of my mouth, let go of her breast, and backed up little. I watched as my sperm began to flow out of her vagina and stream down between her buttocks as I peered between her parted thighs at her cunt. I started to feel guilty, but at the same time, I was content. I got out of bed and went to the restroom.

I returned with a tissue and wiped my sperm from her cunt and between her buttocks. I then swung her legs into the bed, draped her in her peticot and kurta, and wrapped her in a blanket before going back to sleep next to her. I got up the next morning and went to breakfast. Mom was in a bad mood. She said, "Don't make a sound," because she was suffering from a severe headache. Did your father return home last night, she inquired as she poured me some tea and prepared a paratha for me? I said, "I'm not sure." Why? Oh, nothing, she said. I still feel a little bad about it.