BUSTY MOM AND LUSTY SON 1

 It was a stormy and gloomy night. The rain was falling in torrents, and the wind was whipping it about. Doors and windows were shaking from the assault of air and water, and Sudip was shivering from the cold.

It had been a terrible night. The blanket he was wearing was not thick enough to keep the cold out, and the modest electric heater beside his bed was insufficient to keep him warm. The crimson glow from the solitary heating spring provided some comfort, although it was sometimes eclipsed by the brilliant lightning.

He was counting his heartbeats to divert his focus away from the rumbling thunder and divert his thoughts away from the weather. Nature's wrath was frightening even at the age of 21.

The cold grew considerably more bitter sometime along the route. He knew the red light from the heater was no longer there when his body began to tremble in an attempt to warm itself. The power has gone out.

He curled himself into a tight foetal position, wrapped himself all around to keep the cold from getting under the blanket, and began praying. The night was almost gone, and the rain was showing no signs of abating.

He heard a creak in amid the rattling of windows, thunderclaps, and the pounding of rain on the doors. "Move aside Sudip so I can get in with you," his mother said as a hand shook him through the covers.

After the power went out, Ayesha was unable to remain in her room. She was bothered by the loudness and the cold. A stormy night had to be spent with someone else in bed with her since she was a youngster. There was solace in the cold, and spiritual support in the face of nature's wrath.

Despite being wrapped by her own blanket, she shivered her way over to Sudip's room. Although she had managed to keep dry, the wind had soaked the blanket by bringing rain to her. We'll simply place the wet side on top so it doesn't contact our bodies, she reasoned.

She quickly pulled one half of the blanket away from Sudip. Like a block of concrete, the frigid sensation slammed through him. She rushed inside, strewn her own blanket over his, and the two of them immediately locked up all sides. "I suppose God is very furious tonight," she murmured, her teeth trembling.

They were laying side by side, with his right hand tightening the covers about him. On the other hand, she was too preoccupied with warming her hands. She breathed heated air out of her lips, then pressed her hands together and held them between her legs, as is customary for swiftly warming hands. He sealed the other side as well by putting his palm beneath her head. She leaned up close to him, her head resting on his shoulder, one knee beneath his left thigh and the other over it.

As a result, they began to feel a bit less chilly in that comfy stance, with whatever little body heat they possessed, combined with the double layer of blankets. It got simpler to cuddle a bit closer and feel a lot warmer as they began to feel better and better.

In addition to the warmth, her body had a lot of softness about it, which Sudip found incredibly pleasant—-motherly comforting, to be precise. With him, Ayesha felt safe and protected, as well as reassured. It didn't take long for them to go asleep once the cold had been adequately treated. The power came back on sometime in the middle of the night.

Sudip's thoughts awoke before his body, which was tired from the night's trauma, the next morning. He lay in bed with his eyes closed and his limbs stretched out, hoping to get a bit more warmth from the blanket. His mornings are normally rather nice since he always wakes up with a hard on and the recollection of a dream or two. He even holds it in his hands from time to time, merely to feel the smoothness of his own fingers and palms through the cotton fabric of his clothes. This morning turned out to be a lot nicer than normal. His hands were gentler than they'd ever been.

When his eyes opened with a snap, he extended his body and pressed his dick a bit more into his hands, attempting to conceal more of it. As he realised he was thrusting his cock between his mother's butt cheeks, he froze in horror.

The events of the previous night flooded his mind. He recalled how his mother had climbed into bed with him to keep them warm throughout the frigid night. Only his cock was squeezed between her buttocks when he awoke. By the looks of things, she was still sleeping. He retained his position, afraid that moving her might wake her awake and reveal that her son's dick was pushed into her ass.

Holding his stance, however, was a mistake since her softness made things much more difficult. His twenty-two-year-old cock was firm as a rock stuck between her cheeks, throbbing from the strain his blood was placing on it.

He began to draw himself away and his cock out of her ass slowly and softly. The swirl of her butt around his shaft felt amazing as the shame of rubbing against his own mother overcame him. Finally, after a time, he was out and rolled onto his back, happy she hadn't awakened up and known what was occurring. He laid there silent and unmoving, battling his brain as it sought to recall the softness of her butt on his cock, while feeling terrible about what had transpired.

The sky had emptied itself overnight and the sun was beaming through stray clouds here and there. The day was beginning to feel warm as the sun heated up the cement walls and cement flooring of their house. Ayesha wiggled and stretched shortly after Sudip had released himself from her softness, and got out of bed, ignorant of what he had experienced. Although a little sense of pressure in her behind did confuse her, but she was still drowsy from the exhausting night, so she didn't make much of it.

A mother's status in Indian society is quite high, as it is in other civilizations. Indians, however, go a litter beyond and position her next to God. As a matter of fact, in his faith, God is also a mother. The bond is so sacred that to have sexual thoughts about one's mother is sacrilegious in a very terrible sense. While Sudip felt humiliated and guilty on one hand, he couldn't deny the desire he felt every time he thought about his cock stuck between his mother's cheeks. Her ass was soft and warm and delicious.

He was divided between guilt and wonderful sensations, between shame and pleasure, and between what would in a nutshell be hell and paradise, well, really, coming back in next life in a greater form or lower. There was something to be glad, however, that Ayesha was oblivious of any of it. He was waging his own struggle.

She decided to play it safe the next night and climbed into bed with him before they were compelled to do so like the previous night. It seemed sense to prepare for another night of searing cold and earth shattering rain. Two blankets on the bed, two heaters on the sides, and two bodies to give resistance against the elements. They both felt happy at the arrangement and sank into his comfy and warm bed. The red light of two heaters kept them engaged as shadows danced on the walls. They made small chat and talked about numerous subjects, with several extended moments of stillness. Sudip was aware of Ayesha's soft body crushed against his own, but was determined to keep such thoughts out of his brain.

Somewhere during one of those extended silences, she nodded asleep. He had problems going asleep, however, because of an erection that simply wouldn't go away. Lightning, thunder, rain, and wind began their rhythm and dance display and gradually soothed him to sleep.

He woke up with a hard on; presumably the same one that he went to sleep with. Only this time it actually were his palms and fingers that were around it and not his mother's buttocks. He felt relieved, yet a bit disappointed. She was fast asleep but he was awake and some distance away from her, even though she was facing away from him and he was facing her.

She was fast asleep and he was hard. The previous night, he had rolled against her and his hard on had jammed into her crack. This night there was no wedging; his cock was free of her crack. He could have rolled into her and woken up to the same wonderful feelings, but he didn't. He could have, but he didn't.

The idea arrived with the same speed as the light show from the night. He could...mind you...still roll around...and find himself trapped in her ass.

She was deeply sleeping and he was completely awake. He determined to keep his eyes closed, keep his breathing deep and regular, and position himself against her so that he might enjoy that guilt racked ecstasy. Sure he felt like crap for what he was thinking; even embarrassed of himself; but still went on and gently pushed his body into place.

He grasped his cock and stretched it straight out and as far as it will go. Then he began pushing his midsection towards her with the tiniest of motions forward. It took practically a lifetime but soon he felt the tip contact her butt. Only it touched away from the crack and firmly onto her cheek. As slowly as he had pushed ahead, he went back, realigned himself and began that painful voyage forward again.

This time the tip of his cock touched just between her cheeks and as a bonus, at the meatiest portion of her ass. He caught his breath as he held his cock barely touching her. Just that tiny touch was enough to make Sudip's blood surge hard. He continued listening to her breathing to see whether he had disturbed her. Apparently he hadn't. Ayesha was still fast asleep.

After keeping it there for a few long minutes, he grew a bit daring and pushed it in gently. Her cheeks split under the strain and his head slid in a bit deeper between the flesh. Still, there didn't appear to be any interruption in her sleep. He was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. His blood was focused into his cock. His thoughts got a bit twisted and he decided to go a little deeper in.

His cock parted her butt cheeks and his head slid right in between them. His cock was huge and large so it made her cheeks separate quite a lot. She trembled at this invasion. He panicked. He didn't sure whether he should take it out soon or what. She was waking up. His cock was jammed into her ass. He was perplexed.

Ayesha woke awake to the sense of something pushing on her behind. She didn't know what was happening as she was still half-asleep, but it didn't take long for her to discover that there was something wedged between her butt cheeks. The thickness and the form was plainly that of a penis and because she was in bed with Sudip, it had to be his penis. Sudip's penis was between her butt cheeks; the knowledge made her stiffen up quickly. Her son's penis was in her ass. She couldn't believe it.

As she tightened, her cheeks clenched and pressed on the head of that penis. She froze in her location not knowing what to do. She didn't believe he was doing it on purpose; after all, he was her son. There is no way a son would be poking his mother with his cock. It must have been inadvertent, since he looked to be deeply sleeping. The difficulty was that his penis had jammed in so deeply that if she attempted to pull out, it would wake him awake. She didn't want him to wake up and discover his mother's ass around his penis. What would he then think?

She relaxed her body and pushed forward just so little. The penis appeared to slip out effortlessly. She continued tugging forward till it popped out from between her cheeks and was free on its own. She sighed a sigh of relief when Sudip didn't wake up through all that. She couldn't believe they had intertwined so deeply during their sleep that such a position was accomplished. She blamed herself largely since it was her decision to come into bed with him, but what with the cold and everything. She was simply happy that he was not aware of such a sexual encounter between the two of them. What would he have thought?

She could clearly feel the pressure of his cock on the inside of her cheeks as she lay there thinking about the incident. Even though the penis was gone, the pressure made it appear to be there. She couldn't help but wonder how tall her son had gotten. She then chastised herself for thinking in that manner. His penis had felt extremely hot. She scolded herself again when she remembered that he had a one-bar heater in case the power went out again.

She eventually got up and went to her room. She locked the door from the inside and then rubbed the area where his penis had pressed, as if to remove the feelings that had been left behind. The warmth of that thing just wouldn't leave me alone.

When Sudip's mother left, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was fortunate not to be apprehended. He did wonder what his mother must have thought, but the way she had pulled herself away and gone to her own room made him think that she may have just thought it was an accident.

He was awake and she was sleeping at the same time. Other times, she was awake and he was asleep, despite the fact that Sudip was awake both times, but Ayesha believed otherwise. Both incidents shared a common denominator. His penis had become entangled in her ass. Things changed a little as a result of this. It was no longer a mother and her son in bed. Ayesha was in bed with Sudip, who had a penis. Sudip was no longer her innocent child. He was a man who possessed a penis. She was at a loss for how to handle the situation. She couldn't hug or cuddle with him like she used to. He possessed a penis.

It sounded ridiculous to her because she should have known better, but until now, she had only thought of her boy as a penis-less boy. Things had to change now that there was a penis. Things did shift. She didn't want to be in bed with him again. His penis would be there with him, and boy, would it be difficult. She chastised herself for imagining how painful his penis had been. How pleasant it had been. Then...she screamed at herself when she remembered how good it felt. Ayesha, shame on you, she thought to herself. You are a disgrace to a mother's pure love for her son. You're picturing him as if he didn't come from your womb.

The difference between a man born from her own womb and one born from someone else's womb was that the first could not return to her womb after leaving it. That's why she freaked out. The thought of Sudip entering her womb with his penis sent her running to her god's statue to beg forgiveness for such heinous thoughts.

Sudip was having similar thoughts. He couldn't help but recall the softness of her ass and the pleasant sensations he felt when his penis slid out of it. It wasn't a stretch to imagine what it would be like to slip out of her other side. He couldn't help but imagine his penis in his mother's pussy. Then he ran to his god's statue to beg forgiveness for his thoughts.

Rainy nights arrived and then vanished. Ayesha did not dare to enter his room. They were both exposed to subzero temperatures, but they avoided each other. He wasn't the one who stayed away. She was the one who didn't come to his bed like she usually did. She was terrified of being in bed with his penis for fear of it coming into contact with her again. He knew she was probably aware of what he had done, which was why she was staying away. He was feeling even worse.

Another dark and stormy night descended on Siliguri, forcing Ayesha to retire to his bed. The weather was simply too cold for her to sleep in her own bed. They needed to work together to combat the frigid temperatures.

Both were aware of the possibility of sexual contact at this time and attempted to avoid making such contact. Sudip, despite being a young man with raging hormones, couldn't stop the erection. She couldn't help but wonder if he was tough just because he was in contact with her body. They were both thinking the same thing. He knew he was tough. She wondered if he was difficult.

Sudip shifted to his side and lay down. She didn't want to turn her back on him, so she approached him. A mother's bosom is the most sacred part of her. Her bosom was resting on his back. He was terrified of the punishment he would receive from the gods because her bosom was igniting fire in his being.

Her breasts' softness was wreaking havoc on his nerves. He wasn't just as erect as a sword; he was also as horny as hell. He wanted to turn around and rub her breasts all over his chest because they felt so good.

She eventually dozed off. He waited for her breathing to become deeper and more even. She was fast asleep after about an hour. He then turned to face her, placed his arm around her, and moved into a hug. His cock was several inches ahead of him. His penis made contact with the front of her thighs long before his chest made contact with hers. He quickly adjusted himself and placed his dick between his mother's thighs.

He held her in his arm while she slept, slightly hugging her and his throbbing penis right on her pussy. He almost realised he was touching his mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, he was dressed as well, but there was that unheard-of contact from a cultural and religious standpoint.

Then came the desire. He grabbed her ass and drew her in as he pushed into her with enough force to impale her through her clothes. It was an irrational desire that he couldn't control. The cock had to go into the pussy once it was on it. It's really that simple.

He put a lot of pressure on her cunt, and she woke up almost instantly, only to find her son pushing his penis into her.

"Sudip," she addressed him. He kept pushing into her. "Sudipppppp" She yanked his hand off her buttocks and shook him. "Wake up, Sudip."

Sudip awoke with a jolt. "Wait a minute...what...what happened?"

"I believe you were having a dream of some kind." What else could it possibly be?

"Really?" he said, sitting up straight. "What was I up to?"

"You used to be..." She needed to think. What would she say to him? That he was burying his dick in her pussy. She couldn't bring herself to say such nonsense. "You were shaking." That was all she could muster.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I hope I didn't bother you."

She remained silent. She was too preoccupied to relax. What was going on? Her son's dick was pushing on her pussy. Was she so self-assured in her femininity that she affected her own son? Her body was causing her son to react sexually, regardless of whether the act was right or wrong.

His dick was right there between her pussy lips. The thin cotton material was insufficient to stop it right away. He'd actually pushed past the meaty part of her pussy and parted it the same way he'd parted her butt. She could even feel the pressure on her clitter. She gasped as she realised it had actually felt good until she came to her senses and realised it was her son who was causing those good feelings.

She decided that it would be best for her if she never slept in the same bed with Sudip again. She didn't want to tempt him with her womanliness and cause him to react in a way that no son would dare.

When she did not appear in Sudip's bed the next night, Sudip decided to sleep in hers. She couldn't say no after going to his bed so many times. She opened her blanket for him, but kept it tugged between the two of them to avoid physical contact.

He quickly fell asleep, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She felt comfortable enough to fall asleep knowing he was sound asleep and there was a thin wall between them.

Sudip lifted the wall and reached in to feel her after it was past midnight. He could touch her without waking her up because she was sound asleep. Of course, the touch had to be light, but he got his fill. He gently rubbed his hands on her breasts, then on her belly. She did not awaken. He even placed it between her thighs on the mound. She wasn't bothered. He drew small lines on her pussy and observed her expression. It twitched from time to time, but she didn't open her eyes or do anything.

to be continued.............................