BUSTY MOM AND LUSTY SON 2

 He decided to do something more serious, encouraged by her being so unaware of his moves and urged on by his throbbing dick and filled to the brim balls. He reached in and untied the cord that was tying the lower half of her dress around her waist. The loose dress opened up and allowed him to slide it enough to expose her pussy and some of her thighs once the cord was loosened. He then rolled his trousers up to his knees, exposing his thick, long cock to the elements.

He brought it closer and closer to her thighs, slowly, gently, and methodically. The first thing he noticed was her hair tickling the tip of his cock. Then he felt the head make contact with the point where her thighs ended and her cunt began. He held it there for a moment before pressing it in slowly, slowly. He stopped and held it there once he was close enough to feel her flesh around the head.

He held it there for a long time before the urge took over once more. He began to slowly move it forward and back.

As a result of his rocking motion, she awoke. His eyes were closed, and his middle moved back and forth slightly, causing his cock to press against her pussy. She waited for him to stop and then asked, "Sudip, what are you doing?"

He didn't respond at first, but instead continued his motion. Then he felt compelled to speak up. "I am experiencing heaven's pain."

She drew herself away from him. "But, son, I am your mother," she said.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't help myself."

She rolled onto her back and began wiping her thighs with her scarf. They were drenched from the liquid that had oozed from him.

He also rolled onto his back, and with the blanket removed from both of them, his hard, throbbing cock was suspended in the air in full view of her. Her hands slowed significantly as she took in the scenery.

He's a big guy, she thought. As a drop formed on the top of his penis and rolled to the side, he was still oozing liquid. She felt compelled to reach over and wipe his runny nose, but it wasn't his runny nose anymore. Something more sinister was at work.

She shuddered at the thought that that thing could have been inside of her. Her spine got a pleasant chill. His cock was smooth and soft, but in a hard way. It actually looked good, with a youthful glow she'd never seen before.

She should have gotten up and left right away, but she didn't. He was just lying there with his eyes closed, his cock swaying, and liquid rising from the small hole at the tip. She almost smiled as she imagined ants climbing out of a small ant-hole, similar to how the drops came to the top and then slid to the side.

"Don't go, mom," he said as she moved to leave.

"I have to, son," she said before leaving. She made a firm decision never to sleep with him again.

He went back to her the next night. He wrapped a blanket around her and then gave her a soft hug. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she just let him be with her. She was soon aware of it. His penis pressed against the side of her thigh.

"I'm not sure what you're thinking, but I'm still your mother. Nothing has changed since the previous night."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help myself. I appear to be under some sort of magical spell."

That could be true, according to cultural superstitions, but she refused to accept such a simple explanation. She stated, "Our relationship, son, is very pure. We can't be together like that."

"Mom, you're my Devi. There is no doubt about it. But I can't stop thinking about my goddess. I just want to be a man with you because you represent such a complete woman to me."

She knew there was no point in arguing, so she kept quiet. His erection was still in her thigh. She felt his hand on her left hip after a while, and he turned her towards him. He's a big guy, she thought.

He positioned himself so that his penis was pressed between her thighs and directly onto her pussy once she was facing him. "Son!" she exclaimed.

"It's all right, Mom. We are fully dressed."

They were fully clothed, but she could feel his cock pressing down on her mound, and the clothes couldn't help. He's really, really difficult, she thought. She thought to herself, "His feelings about this are quite strong." For a split second, she considered what harm there could be in being that way with him. At the very least, he'd get his wish. But then she felt pressure on her clit, and she felt a movement. She didn't like it, and she didn't want to be aroused, especially not by her son.

"Sudip, please accept my apologies. But we must put a stop to this." She didn't know why she said "we." It was up to him to put a stop to it.

After a long pause, Sudip relented. Then he simply got out of bed and walked away. She was in a bad mood and didn't want to be in a bad mood. There was nothing she could do but resist his advances. He was her son, and that was the end of it. Even though he was gone, she could still feel the pressure of his cock on her pussy lips. She rubbed the feelings away with her hands between her legs. Instead, she just kept her fingers on her clit, keeping the pressure up.

Without a doubt, she was aroused. Only a short distance from her hole was a hard, really hard, live, big penis pressed on her pussy. That penis could have entered her and given her a good feeling. She knew the penis would have felt good inside her, but the penis belonged to her son, which was the issue. But it was a nice penis, nice and lithe. She couldn't help but be impressed. She couldn't help but imagine it inside of her as well. There was pleasure in the thought, as well as in having it pressed against her.

Sudip was lying in his bed, frustrated and perplexed. It took him a while to realise that his mother didn't really fight him off, nor did she storm out or pull away violently. She did cooperate, willingly or unwillingly, but she did cooperate. In his mind, a thought began to form.

He went back to her bed in the middle of the night, determined. He brought his own blanket as well as his heater. He discovered her asleep, though she wasn't sound asleep. He plugged in the heaters on each side and waited for the red warmth to warm his hands. Then he threw his blanket over her and spread it out. She appeared to be completely unaware of what was going on.

He went into bed with her and tucked the covers in on both sides and towards their feet. She was still oblivious of what he was doing. She looked to be asleep. Once positioned comfortably, he reached around his waist and unfastened his lungi. Then he reached around her waist and discovered the chord of her saree. He pulled it and loosed it as well. Then he eased his lungi off enough to display his penis, which was permanently erect and oozing, and then turned her towards him. She grumbled in protest but remained semi-asleep. He reached in and slipped her bottom clothing off of her waist, down to her thighs, thereby exposing her buttocks and her pussy. Once in place, he pressed his cock against her cunt and positioned his head between her legs, pounding on her pussy lips.

She awakened up, so it appeared, and said, "Sudip, why are you doing this?"

"To stay warm," was his response.

She attempted to pull away; he stopped her. She attempted to withdraw her midsection away from him; he placed his hand on her butt and drew her back in. She attempted to shove him away; she failed. Her every attempt to get away from him was matched, until she stopped.

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

"I know mom," was his response.

He proceeded to caress her buttocks carefully. His hand covered the upper cheek and then lower one considerably. He then began drawing the line between the two cheeks with his finger. She merely let him, with an occasional half-hearted move to pull away, which he promptly defeated.

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

She couldn't suppress her bodily reaction to having a penis banging on her cunt. Her cunt began to moisten itself, as though the penis was entering in. She didn't sure what she was going to do if he attempted to go that far, but she knew that she couldn't allow him in no matter what. Only her pussy didn't care what her head was planned; it was reacting to the stimulus.

His penis was exciting her. It was throbbing so there was a touch of stroking, ever so small, occurring down there. His penis was heated, thus the warmth was travelling down the medium and up her nerves. His penis was firm, so the energy of it was beginning to thrill her.

She was becoming aroused despite her wishes to otherwise. She didn't want to enjoy his penis and its hardness on her thighs and her pussy, but she did. She didn't want to gain pleasure from his hands on her ass, but she couldn't stop it. His hands were warm and her ass was full of shivers. His touches were delicate and forceful and were being felt all through her body.

She realised that his hand was going down onto her thighs with each stroke and her dress was being dragged down even farther. If he was doing it on purpose, or whether it was occurring spontaneously as a consequence of his strides, she couldn't tell. Her thighs responded to his touches the same manner as her ass had. He maintained his penis in one position but his hand was covering more and more region.

Thus they settled for the night, or so she imagined. He was quite gentle and kept his actions confined so she relaxed, knowing that he wasn't going to go any farther. She was incredibly wet nevertheless, as her pussy was being saturated with her own fluids.

After a time he removed his lungi, explaining that it was bunching up beneath his body and making it unpleasant. Then he proceeded to take her bottom dress down and raised her one leg and then the other to remove it fully. Then he pulled her onto her back, placed his hand between her thighs to separate them and then slid over and between her legs.

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

He positioned himself such that his body was bending over her and his hands were put over her shoulders. He was on all fours. He prodded her thigh to indicate that he wanted her to lift her knees higher.

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

He didn't answer. Instead he went up into a kneeling posture, put his hands around her legs and raised them up. She fought and attempted to keep them down but he persevered and lifted them effortlessly.

"Sudip, please don't. This is not right." She objected and glanced down towards the region where their bodies were connecting. His penis was erect and lurking over her pussy. She gasped at the sight, not so much at the magnitude of it as at the beauty of it. He certainly has a lovely cock, she thought in between her concerns.

He glanced at her pussy and then reached with his one hand to stroke her clit. She squirmed like he had touched her with a hot iron. "No Sudip. You are not allowed to be doing this."

He put his thumb on it and pushed on it softly. "Oh, Bhagvan, assist me please." She wept. He was quite gentle. He stroked on it for a few minutes and then he drew over her cunt with his thumb. She wailed in despair, "No Sudip, please stop. Please don't do this."

His thumb found her hole and hesitated. He pushed it lower till it began to penetrate her hole. She was incredibly moist so it was sliding down with ease, but he didn't get in, simply loitered at the hole. Then he reached his other hand down and pushed her pussy lips apart to view inside. He grinned when he spotted the pink region surrounding her entrance. He then used his thumbs and forefingers to simultaneously pinch and caress around the sides of her pussy. He was quite soft and she couldn't help but appreciate the sensation. Even though he was her son, yet a guy was touching her pussy. There were some instinctual nerve signals that only reached one area of her brain; the one that felt sexually stimulated.

She was sexually thrilled and at the same time her mind was at war with her body. She wasn't meant to feel thrilled, but she was. There was a great sense of shame with the enormous wave of pleasure. What was it that he had said, she attempted to think. He was feeling the torment of paradise, yep that was it. Then she was feeling the joy of hell, she analogized.

Then the need took control. He went down on top of her and extended his legs back. His cock was pointing threateningly down towards her mound. He moved back and forth while lowering his body squarely into hers, till his dick made contact in the appropriate location. It wasn't at her cunt but was in a pretty near vicinity. His top was barely over her clit and when he dropped himself on top of her, the soft, firm penis pushed on her puffed up clit. She shrieked an incomprehensible word, almost like several word got jumbled up in her throat and came out as a messed up sound.

He slid down farther and his penis traced on her pussy. "No, Sudip. Please no." She repeated her chant.

He reached between them and gripped his shaft with one hand, massaged it around until the head found the place between her lips and then slid it down till the tips stuck on top of the aperture.

There was electricity going through her body. His stiff penis felt rather soft and tender, for some inexplicable reason. She was overwhelmed by the electricity in his body and was nearly choking with anticipation of the invasion that she so much didn't want. She did, however, for a nanosecond think about how amazing that gorgeous penis might feel in her vagina and then got filled with remorse.

She placed her hands on his chest and attempted to push him off. "No, Sudip. Don't do this, please. Don't alter our connection. Stop what you are doing."

Pressing on his chest couldn't stop his buttocks from giving pressure to his cock and as he pushed down a bit, her moist and slick aperture betrayed her will to not allow him in. He began to penetrate her with ease.

"Noooo, Sudip. Noooo, son. Noooooo." He pushed down and the head found its way beyond her entrance. He was so invigorated as her pussy wrapped around his head that he slammed it all the way in with one swift thrust.

"Oh God, help me please." She wept. "Oh Bhagwan, what has happened?"

He reached beneath her and gripped her shoulders. Then he slid his cock out slowly till it was ready to leave and then rammed it down again. Up, up, up, in, till he created a slow and strong beat. Then he proceeded to fuck his mother with the ardour of a rider on a racing horse.

"My kid is fucking me, Lord. My kid is having sex with me." She wept. "Help me, Lord. My kid is putting his thing into my thing."

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

He was pounding at a steady speed. He wasn't in a rush, but at the same time he wasn't going easy on her. She was shaking beneath his thrusts.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Lord." She could only stammer. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could only manage to speak them as his thrusts forced all the other words go back in.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Sudip. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Son."

He was starting to say something as well. He was repeating, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." to her "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She clinched her teeth as the electricity got more concentrated. "Umph, umph, umph."

Her young, powerful, virile son was fucking her and there didn't seem to be an end to his thrusts. He wasn't out of breath or exhausted. He was simply pounding and by the way he was doing it, it felt like he could go on for a long.

All she could do was to let him fuck her, and he fucked her well. His thrusts began to touch a part of her that was not so motherly, but quite womanly. She couldn't believe that his lovely penis was moving in and out of her pussy. The way her pussy was responding to it, it was almost like it was starving for it; like it was waiting all this time for it.

She couldn't think about his penis without thinking how lovely it was. That gorgeous penis was massaging the inside of her vagina. That penis that was massaging the inside of her vagina was a lovely penis. To get her mind off of the guilt, she began to concentrate on the gorgeous penis and on her vagina surrounding it. That then became her undoing.

She felt her first spasm. She couldn't believe it. Her muscles were clenching. She was feeling a surge of pleasure beginning where his penis was stroking and expanding outward like a tsunami. She couldn't believe it was happening to her with her kid. She couldn't believe it was occurring with so much ease.

She bit her tongue attempting to keep her cries in. She didn't want him to know that she was having an orgasm. Her body was not totally under her control therefore it was impossible to avoid her middle region from convulsing with pleasure. It had a sweet and sour emotions; more sweet than sour. She had to reach and hold his butt so she could at least better aim her spasms, convulsions, tremors, etc.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," she chanted as he kept pounding. She observed the beads of moisture on his forehead and the trickles of sweat down his chest. He was nearing a crucial stage. So was she. She had to, even though she fought to stop herself from doing it, she had to jolt upward in reaction to his thrusts. She pulled hard on his buttocks as she arched herself upward into him. It appeared like she was attempting to stop him from going so rapidly, but she was really channelling her orgasm into his dick.

Then it occurred. She got helpless. She drove into him wildly and then held herself and her pussy firmly onto his pelvic bone. "Sudip, oh Sudip," she wailed. "What have you done to me?"

He was unable to continue thrusting, genuinely pleased that he could at least regain his breath. She repeated again, "Ooooh Sudip, Ooooooh Sudip. What have you done to me? What have you made me do?"

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

He was still busy managing his breath. Once she touched the bed again with her ass, he fell on top of her. She embraced him against her bosom. She gripped him close. Her hands were on his back, saturated with his sweat. Her legs securely coiled around his midsection, pinning him in place there as well. He was still hard and still totally lodged inside of her. "Sudip, talk to me, son. What have you done?"

He attempted but was still breathing too hard, so the words didn't come out. She kept him against herself firmly till he began to get a grasp on himself. She merely held him while he struggled to get to a place where he could say anything.

"You feel so nice, mama. I had no option."

"But son, this is not right."

"I know, mum. But it feels so amazing, how can it be wrong?"

"But...but..."

"Don't you like it, mom?"

She didn't anticipate that inquiry. He continued, "Don't you like it, mom? Don't you enjoy me inside of you? Aren't you feeling as fantastic as I am?"

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

Once his breathing got quiet, he slid off of her and lay there next to her with his back on the bed, his face towards the ceiling, and his cock aloft.

She waited for her aftershocks to cease. He simply laid there, thoughtful, maybe even sorry. She didn't know what he was going to do next. She didn't know what she was expected to do, or what she should do. She simply laid down next to him. Waiting, waiting, and hoping.

Nothing occurred. Finally she decided to get up. He was laying next to her, still hard, still throbbing. His cock was incredibly gorgeous. She gazed at it, intending to look away in case he spotted her staring. He was looking at the ceiling, his hands clasped beneath his neck.

It was that cock that had converted her from a mother to a woman. It was undulating softly, like the cobra in front of a snake charmer's flute. Only she was being captivated. Cobra was beguiling the charmer. The snake was entrancing the dancing musician.

She sat up and adjusted her long and lovely hair with her hands. She wrapped the hair with a hairband and, to her and his astonishment, went up and over him and straddled him. She leaned down, grabbed his cock and guided it towards her hole. Slowly and gradually she impaled herself with it. She took his cock in, on purpose, and perched on top of him in a high and lofty stance. She lifted her peticott and bared her motherhood to him. He was staring at her with a tonne of astonishment and a lot of excitement.

She began to move her body up and down, gently, bringing him out and then in. Out and then in. He was astonished. She let that cock go as deep in her as possible and then pulled herself off of it as high as possible without allowing it escape fully. After spending quite a period of time doing that, she then leaned forward and put her hands on his chest. She began going forward and bending his cock towards his stomach, till the upper half of the head popped out. Then she moved backward, using her pussy to pull his cock back in. This manner of having sex was having an incredible influence on him as she could see by the glazed expression on his face. His mouth was open and his lips were quivering, as he reached up and put his hands firmly on his inheritance, her breasts.

The benefits of her grinding his cock with that action and his absorbing her softness in via his hands worked their magic and soon he began to push as well. She had to modify her path so as to make that in and out motion smooth and obstacle free.

He was approaching, she could sense. His face was contorting in ways that could only be caused to his muscles going wild against the feelings his cock was spreading throughout his body. She had to move straight up and down to make sure that he didn't slide out at such a key time. She waited for his release as his thrusts got harder and more violent. She could feel his cock swelling inside of her and she could feel the pressure increasing. One powerful thrust and he held her up over the bed, much as she had done it to him. Then another thrust and his hands grasping her hips in terror. Then all hell broke loose.

He was thrusting violently as he fought to keep her in position on top of his cock. He was absolutely screaming with anguish as his ball pushed his sperm out, upward and into her. She genuinely felt the first shot; then she was not able to feel anything as he was grasping her all over. He was firing and he was attempting to cling on to her for dear life.

Once the storm stopped, she sat on top of him holding him down and restrained. After a long moment, his colour returned to his face and she prostrated herself on top of him. He held her feather-light body on top of him and laid there with his eyes closed and his face indicating immense joy and strain of that pleasure.

She was the first to break the stillness. She added, as she laid on top of him, his softening cock still inside of her, "I pray no one finds out what we have done."

He merely grinned. How on earth was anybody going to find out what they had done? His eyelids were closing as he felt her slip off of him and lay next to him, the rear of her body nestling against his front. He decided to utilise that position next time, for now he simply wanted to enjoy beautiful dreams about the lady in his arms.

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