Desi Indian Sex Stories

[desiaks]

A Special Mother


Chapter 1


"Oh, I like it when you undress me," Mitzi said. "Your hands feel nice
on my ass."

"I sure like taking your clothes off," Tommy said. "Your skin's so
smooth and hot."

Rita closed the door to the basement and frowned at the voices, coming
through the crack in the sliding door to the living room. What was her
son up to?

"Your hands are like fire on my tits," the girl said. "Come on. Squeeze
them harder. Oh!"

Rita stole quietly to the sliding door. It was getting dark where she
was in the kitchen, and a wedge of light came through the crack.

Her son and his girlfriend were sprawled on the living room couch. Tommy
had stripped the girl's jeans off. Her blouse was open and so was the
hook on the front of her bra, letting her big tits thrust out.

With one hand under her ass, he peeled her panties down off her
ass-cheeks. He drew the thin pink garment down off her legs and dropped
it on the floor. The girl had his fly open and one hand inside.

He spread the girl's legs, exposing the wedge of black pussy-hair, and
slipped a finger in her cunt.

"Oh!" the girl gasped. "Let me get your big cock out. I'll see if I can
get my mouth over it."

Rita had heard enough. Once started, there'd be no stopping that bitch.
She didn't like her anyway.

She pulled the kitchen step stool over to the cupboard and climbed the
two steps. Standing on tiptoes, she stretched and found the set of metal
mixing bowls on the top shelf and pulled them out and dropped all four
of them.

The clatter of metal on tile was over in a moment. Nothing but silence
came from the living room.

Rita smiled to herself and said, "Damn! That was clumsy of me."

She got down and picked up the bowls, giving the bitch a minute to get
her clothes back on.

After counting off sixty seconds, Rita went to the door and slid it
open. Mitzi had her clothes on, and Tommy's fly was closed. Both were
red-faced.

Rita smiled. "Oh, hi, Mitzi. It's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Mrs. Baylor," Mitzi said, showing a forced smile. Her breathing
was still unsteady.

"Tommy, don't forget you have tests tomorrow."

"Right, Mom," he said. "I'll get the car keys. Be right back, Mitzi."

Rita sat in a side chair, facing the couch, her high-heeled shoes primly
together.

"Well, Mitzi," she said, "I don't get to see much of you anymore."

Mitzi smiled like a barracuda. "Really, Mrs. Baylor, I'm more interested
in Tommy than in you."

"Obviously."

"That's a nice dress you're wearing," the bitch said. "It comes from
another generation, doesn't it?"

"We have different values," Rita said. "I have a high regard for my
femininity."

"And your high heels? Are they to make you look as tall as me?"

Rita suppressed the urge to smack her. Maybe the dark-haired girl was
right, but it would take more than heels to make her look tall. She just
shrugged.

Tommy came back, dangling the car keys, and rescued the conversation
before Rita could strangle the impudent bitch.

"Ready, Mitzi?" he asked. She nodded. "Back in a little bit, Mom."

When they were gone, Rita stood and went to the mirror beside the
fireplace and looked at her trim figure. What could Tommy see in that
damned little bitch? She could be beautiful, but she was just an
eighteen-year-old slob, rude and sloppy, not at all fit to keep company
with Rita's clean-cut good-mannered son.

Besides, the rude bitch just wanted Tommy's cock. Had Rita been a few
minutes later coming up from the basement, the bitch would have gotten
Tommy to fuck her.

What then? She was uneducated in other things, she would know nothing
about birth control either. Next thing she would get knocked up. Tommy,
being the decent young man he was, would feel compelled to marry her and
take care of her, giving up any hope of the college education that was
to start in a few months.

Well, that wasn't going to happen. She wouldn't let the impertinent
bitch have the chance. Rita ground her hips back and forth, making the
silky dress swish higher and higher on her legs. Not bad for a
thirty-eight-year-old mother. She rose on one foot and turned quickly,
making her long blonde hair fly out and the dress billow up around her
waist, showing her stockinged thighs and lacy black garters.

That rude little bitch was way out of her league.

* * *

It was 11:00 p.m. when Rita brought a sandwich and a glass of milk to
Tommy's room. Her son, dressed in pajamas, sat in the spill of light
from the desk lamp, with text books piled to the side.

"I brought you some food for thought," she said.

He closed a book while yawning, smiled, and stood up. "Thanks, Mom, but
I'm about finished cramming."

"Gonna pass that test tomorrow?"

"Darn right. I'm ready for it."

She squeezed his shoulder, "I'm proud of you, Tommy. You have a bright
future ahead of you. Just don't blow it."

His forehead creased. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well ... don't run with the wrong bunch of people. I'd hate to see you
get hurt."

"Mom, are you talking about Mitzi?"

Warm blood rushed to her cheeks and she nodded. "I guess Mitzi's okay,"
she said. "There are just some things about her I don't like."

Her son looked at her with an expression more serious than she'd seen
before.

"Mom ... I don't know quite how to tell you this. I'm grown up and there
are times when I get the urge--" He looked down, blushing.

She suppressed the urge to laugh and took his arm and said, "I know all
about those urges. I was eighteen myself once. When you have those
urges, you have to take care of them or they'll take over your life."

He was looking down at her, his expression incredulous, but he didn't
say anything.

"You need to deal with those urges," she continued, "but be careful.
Some of those young girls can get you in trouble."

"You're trying to tell me something, aren't you?"

"Look, I took care of you for eighteen years. I can take care of you a
little longer."

"Mom!"

That did it, she thought. Now it's time to deliver.

Rita reached back and drew the zipper on her dress down to the crack of
her ass. She took the silk by the hem and drew it up over her head and
tossed it aside. She stood before him in bra, panties, garters, sheer
stockings, and high-heeled shoes.

"There, now. Don't I have as good a figure as most teenaged girls?"

He was silent for several seconds while his face turned red. She looked
down at her own figure. Her legs were heavier than most girls, but
otherwise she could measure up very well with the young ones.

His hands went to her waist, then slipped down on her hips. She turned
in his hands and pushed her ass against him. There was nothing soft
about the cock-bulge in his pajamas. She opened the hook in the front of
her bra and pulled the cups away, letting her thirty-three-inch tits jut
forward.

"They aren't as big as Mitzi's," she said, bringing his hands to cup her
tits. "But they don't sag down, either."

Tommy's breath was hot on the back of her neck. He squeezed her tits and
pinched the hardening nipples, each between thumb and forefinger. Her
breath came with a gasp each time he rotated the nipples, sending a warm
ache through her tits.

She turned to face his dresser mirror and said, "Take off my panties,
honey ... please."

He squeezed her hard tits one more time and ran his hands down to her
waist, out on her hips, and into the waistband of her panties. He was
looking over her head at the mirror as he peeled the thin nylon down,
exposing her blonde-haired pussy.

With her cunt fully exposed, he pulled her panties down on her legs and
let them fall around her ankles. She stood, looking at herself, her lacy
black garter belt holding up the transparent stockings, his hands moving
closer to the exposed edge of her cunt.

He fingered her cunt-lips sending a tingle of warmth through her cunt.
It made her suck in her breath. The hard cock-bulge in his pajamas
pushed against her bare ass. He was ready to fuck, except she hadn't
undressed him.

Rita turned in his arms, reached up, and opened the buttons on his
pajama top, all the time watching his lower lip tremble while he looked
down at her body. Such a young face, she thought, just like Jack when
they had married nineteen years ago.

Later, Jack had picked up some scars from life, and then two years ago
he got sick. There was a year of suffering, then the funeral. Well, now
it was a new life, and she was going to take care of the memory of Jack
... in every way.

She peeled Tommy's pajama top off and reached down and drew the knot out
of the drawstring. While she knelt and drew down the pajama bottom, the
bulge of his cock pulled at the cloth. His mat of black groin-hair was
thick and curly. The pajamas came loose and his cock sprang free in
front of her face.

She gasped at the size of his cock ... far bigger than she had
remembered. His cock had to be eight inches long in the shaft and curved
up slightly and as hard as a piece of steel. The cock-head loomed in
front of her face. She put her lips to the swollen cock-meat and kissed
it while running the tip of her tongue into the piss-slit. His hips
trembled.

Standing once more, she put her arms around her son's neck and pushed
her cunt and tits against him while seeking his lips. His arms crushed
her against him while they kissed.

She drew her mouth away and took a deep breath. His hot cock was shoved
against her belly. He was ready to fuck, but she still needed some
warming up.

"Take me to bed, Tommy."

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her, with no apparent effort,
to his bed. She kept an arm on his shoulder while he laid her on her
back.

"Tommy, you might already know this," she said, "but women are slow to
come to a boil. Play with me a little. Play with my tits and my cunt."

"Okay, Mom," he said, getting up on the bed on his knees. "Gosh, but
you're pretty. I like the way you dress, with your stockings and garters
and high-heeled shoes."

"I did that just for you," she said, spreading her thighs wide in front
of him. "In fact, everything you see is just for you. Come on. Play with
me."

He worked his fingers on her cunt-lips, bringing flashes of warmth
through her sensitive flesh. His fingertips touched her closed
pussy-slit.

"Mom, you've got the cutest little cunt. It looks too little to fuck."

"Oh, I think it'll stretch enough ... Enough even for your big cock."
She gasped when his finger worked through her cunt-slit. "Oh! I like it
when you when you touch me in there. Your fingers are so nice. Keep it
up!"

He started finger-fucking the hell out of her pussy.

The waves of heat in her pussy rose and fell, rose and fell with the
rubbing motion of his fingers. She braced her feet on the bed and rocked
her hips up and down, up and down, fucking her cunt on his fingers.

She looked down between her spread tits, over the swell of her belly,
over her small pussy-mound to the spread lips of her cunt and his hands,
with his fingers inside her. Her legs were spread wide with her heavy
thighs clad in transparent stockings, held in place with the lacy black
garter belt. Beyond her cunt and his hands, his cock loomed hugely with
a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip.

"Oh God, Tommy! Take me. Take me now."

His fingers slipped out of her cunt and he grasped her by the soft flesh
of her hips. He drew her toward his waiting cock. Her ass slipped along
the rough bedspread, her legs spread wide.

When her cunt was under his cock, he stopped drawing her toward him and
pushed his cock-head through the spread outer cunt-lips. The cock-head
was hot against her closed inner slit.

She rocked her ass slightly, working her inner cunt-lips against his
cock-head, forcing the cunt-lips to part. The advancing head of his cock
pushed her pussy open little by little, and the prick-head worked inside
until pain stabbed through her cunt.

"Oh!" she cried out.

"Mom! I hurt you."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "That's all right, Tommy. It always
hurts a little at first. It's okay now. Just push your cock in a little
at a time."

While he pushed against her, she rocked her ass and her fuck-hole
parted, letting his cock-head inside.

Now he slowly fucked into her, making the tingling warmth swell through
her cunt as his cock-shaft slipped deeper.

She gripped his shoulders, drawing her ass up off the bed.

"You okay, Mom?"

"I'm wonderful, honey. Fuck me!"

He drew his cock back, letting the swell of warmth decline, stopping
when the bulge of the cock-head tugged at her cunt-slit. Then he fucked
back in fully, bringing back the tingling warmth.

While his cock stroked in and back out, it made the waves of tingling
heat rise and fall, rise and fall. She braced her feet on the bed and
rocked her hips to his cock-strokes, tipping her cunt for him to fuck
straight in, then rolling her ass back, making his prick-shaft rub back
hard on her clit.

His cock drove harder and she lunged her ass up harder, as well. Her
whole upper body relaxed and she whined and writhed under him while the
tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt, rising and falling, rising
and falling. She made her hips undulate, swinging her ass up, letting it
back, swinging it up, letting it back.

Tommy's face was getting red and he grunted with each cock-stroke.

He lunged against her and lay quivering as his cum spurted hotly in her
cunt. His cum pumped over and over, each time a little less than the
time before. Finally, it stopped altogether. He pushed himself up on his
arms and drew his spent cock out. His prick was limp, but it was still
big.

When he lay down beside her, she held his prick in her hand.

"Mom, I just can't believe it."

"Can't believe what?"

"Your cunt is so small. It's smaller than--"

"Smaller than Mitzi's?"

He paused. "Yeah."

"Well, I guess I'm just small all over." She looked down at her hard
tits. "Especially there."

He took one tit in his hand and squeezed it.

"Naw, your tits have a nice shape."

"It's sweet of you to say that, Tommy."

"You didn't come, did you?"

"Not yet. You can fix that when you get hard again."

She squeezed his cock. Ii was still limp and had some growing to do.

"While we're waiting for your cock to come back to life, help me keep
the fire burning in me."

"What can I do?"

"Put your finger in my cunt," she said, twisting one leg out.

He slipped a middle finger through her outer cunt-lips and pushed
against her cunt-slit, twisting his finger back and forth, forcing the
warm flesh to part. His finger slipped inside, bringing a little
tingling ache with it.

"Oh! I like that, honey," she said, wiggling her ass.

He crooked his finger in her cunt, working it all around. "Did I touch
your clit, Mom?"

"If you had, I'd have bounced right off this bed. It's little and hard
to find. Here, let me guide you."

She took his hand, twisted it so the hook of his finger was just inside
her cunt-lips, and inched it up ... up toward her rounded belly.

"Oh!" She jerked her hips up, knocking his hand away from her cunt. "Can
you find it now?"

"I think so," he said, slipping his finger back in her cunt, bending the
finger, probing just inside her tight pussy-slit.

Her bucking hips knocked his hand away again. It just wasn't working. He
was hitting her clit too hard, making her react violently instead of
with warm stimulation. But his cock was turning stiff in her hand,
anyway.

While his cock was stiff, it was not yet hard enough to fuck into her
tight cunt. She could help that process along.

"I'm going to go down on you," she said, "until your cock gets really
hard."

He looked at her with an expression of awe.

"Mom! Your mouth is too small for my cock. You're so small all over."

"Oh, my mouth will stretch, just like my cunt."

Rita pushed herself up and put a leg over him, straddling his shoulders
on her knees, facing his upthrust cock. She bent down, bringing her face
to his cock.

With her lips against the cock-head, the cock-shaft below her eyes was
shiny and curved ... and long. His balls were far below her eyes. How
could she get this much cock down her throat?

Rita pushed her mouth down on the prick-head, and her lips stretched
wide ... And stopped. She ran her tongue out, spreading her saliva over
the hot cock-meat, making it slippery. Then she nodded her head, forcing
herself down harder, and the huge prick-head slipped into her mouth,
leaving her lips stretched around the prick-shaft.

She took a deep breath and nodded her head down, running her lips down
the cock-shaft. The cock-knob pushed into her throat, filling the space.
She couldn't breathe.

Rita closed her eyes and bobbed her head down, forcing her lips down the
boy's prick, pushing the slippery prick-head back deep in her throat.
His cock filled her throat yet continued to slip deeper and deeper. Her
nose touched warm flesh, and she opened her eyes. His hairy balls were
huge.

She drew her head up, and her lips ran up toward the end of the
cock-shaft, and the cock-head slipped from her throat. Her lips tugged
at the bulge of the cock-head and she took a deep breath and then ran
her lips back down, down all the way until her chin pushed into the hair
on his groin.

Up and down, she drew her lips over his big cock. Her long yellow hair
spilled down on his legs, to form a deep pile when she slipped her lips
down to his groin, to uncoil from the pile when she drew her mouth up.
He groaned and writhed under her and bucked his hips up, helping push
his cock deep in her throat.

It would be nice to suck his cock until he shot off, she thought. That
would be nice, but that wasn't why she was going down on him. Time for
that later. She was doing it to make his cock hard, and it was turning
harder each time she ran her lips the length of the prick-shaft.

Rita ran her lips up and worked one side of her mouth off the cock-head,
then the other.

"Now it's hard enough. Fuck me!"

Tommy rose on his knees while she lay down and spread her stockinged
thighs wide. Her cunt was still slippery with his cum and his cock
entered her easily, forcing her inner cunt-lips to part, fucking deep in
her pussy until his hairy groin rested against her little cunt-mound.

He drew his cock back until the head tugged at her slit, then fucked
back in deep, bringing a big wave of tingling warmth through her cunt.
She braced her feet on the bed and arched her back as she pushed her
cunt up to meet his cock-strokes, bringing her belly up to push against
his.

His cock drove harder and she lunged up harder, as well. Her whole upper
body relaxed with her arms limp over her head, and she whined and
writhed under him while the tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt,
rising and falling, rising and falling. Her hips flowed up from the bed
like waves, heaving her ass up, letting it fall back, heaving it up,
rolling it back.

Then the tingling waves of heat didn't die out between cock-strokes.
They built, each one warmer than the one before as her hips rocked up
higher to meet him.

"Oh! Oh!"

Just as the warmth started to die out, he fucked back into her, bringing
it higher and higher.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

His cock strokes turned harder. She braced her back and held her cunt up
for his fuck-thrusts.

"Oooohhh!"

Her cunt-juice flowed as he poised and drove his cock straight into her
and pressed down against her. Hot cum spurted deep in her cunt, burning
as it pumped over and over, mixing with her flowing cunt-juice. He
slipped his arms under her waist and drew her up while she clutched his
shoulders.

While the cunt-juice pumped out of her, her legs lost their strength and
an empty feeling came to her stomach. She held her belly up against his,
relieving the emptiness. Her lips went slack.

She lay in his arms, seeing his face above hers, numbly feeling his cock
go limp in her cunt. Her arms left his shoulders and she let them
collapse limply over her head.

He bent to kiss her, and his strong mouth mashed her lips.

"Mom, are you okay?"

She tried to answer, to tell him not only was she okay, but that she
felt wonderful in his arms, but her lips wouldn't move. She tried to
tell him she would enjoy having him hold her this way forever, but all
she could do was look vacantly up at his face, watching it show more and
more worry.

Finally, she managed to draw her lips wide in a smile. He showed relief.

"I'm just fine, Tommy," she said. "God, that was wonderful."

"For a minute, I thought I had hurt you," he said.

"When your old lady gives, she gives a hundred percent. Then it takes me
a while to recover. I think I have some strength back in my legs now."

When he pulled his arms from under her and drew himself up, his limp
cock slipped out of her cunt. His warm hands slipped into the hollows of
her waist, then over her garter belt and out on her hips, then down onto
her little pussy-mound where he squeezed her. Releasing the warm flesh,
he brushed her short blonde cunt-hair up neatly, fully exposing the lips
of her pussy.

"Gosh, Mom," he said after a moment of fingering her cunt-lips. "I sure
liked making it with you."

"You see? Your old mother can take care of all your needs."

"You sure don't look very old." He lay down beside her, and she rolled
up on her hip to face him. "There's just one thing," he said after a
moment.

"What's that, Tommy?"

"What if the other kids start calling me a mother-fucker?"

She had to smile at that. "Well, if you don't tell them, I won't either.
They just won't know what they're missing."

"How about Mitzi? I think you sort of put her down. She'll probably
figure things out. It'll make her sore as hell."

"If that little bitch ... I mean, if she gives you any trouble, just
send her to me. I know how to take care of her. Now, do you think this
bed's big enough for two people to sleep on?" Rita asked as she
unsnapped one garter and rolled a stocking down.

He smiled. "It's big enough if the two people are friendly."

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