Fucking Mother Heena

[desiaks]

I never thought I would treat my mother Heena as a woman until the 
day she made me realise I am the man of the house. Few months ago my 
dad died leaving me and my mother everything he could leave. As a 
result we have a house and some good cash in the bank. I am a state 
government employee earning a high salary. All my life I have been 
reckless when it came to handling house chores. I never bothered 
about them. I had my dad to take care of outside activities and my 
mother, inside the home. So I literally lived a no-responsibility 
life. So when my dad left us, I guess mom had to do all the work. 
She might have coped well probably for a month or so as she never 
complained. But one day, she just bursted on me. She cursed me I am 
irresponsible and a no-good wonderer and this and that. She told me 
that I am the man of the house and I should take care of all the 
activities my dad used to do to the household. I felt bad for mom 
and from then on I started looking into household activities. I got 
into this household activity groove pretty quickly as I was taking 
care of all the outside activities and mom never complained again. 
Every thing was going well. Well atleast until I realised mom is 
also a woman. 

I still remember that day. I came early from work and since mom 
didnot open the door for me, I used the key to get in. I heard the 
showering noise from our bathroom so I went to my room to lay all my 
stuff. The shower noise stopped and heard mom go into her room. I 
walked out of my room and strolled towards our lounge passing 
mother's room. The door was not closed properly so I took a casual 
look. There is mom in her wet petticoat tied around her waist and 
naked on the top. I might have seen her naked titties before but 
never saw her in that position. She looked beautiful and voluptious! 
Mom is an average plumpy lady. Her big boobs are bit saggy and her 
waist is a bit broad. Her shape is common among most housewives in 
India. Her sexyness was more displayed with her wet petticoat 
cliging onto her buttocks and her body is moist with some after 
shower sweat. I quickly turned and walked away before my mother 
could notice and after few minutes I yelled making my presence 
known. Mother acknowledged and we had a usual talk. 

After that sexy scene of my mother, I always visualised her half 
naked and with petticoat everytime I saw her. My attraction towards 
her grew day by day and I started finding opportunities to peek on 
her naked flesh. I even started masterbating thinking about her. It 
was at this instant, I realised dad had left me another thing other 
than the house and cash. It was my mother and her lovely body. The 
best of all inheritances. One evening we got a hindi movie on video 
and watched it. It was a low budget movie on extramarital affairs. 
It was low budget but the scenes were HOT! They never showed naked 
bodies but they were kissing the blouse covered breasts and lifting 
the saree and putting their hands inside! We both were very excited. 
I could notice mother breathing heavily and I could feel her HEAT! 
After the movie, we just discussed a little about it and went to our 
rooms for a much needed masterbation. Even after relieving myself a 
couple of times, I could not sleep. I felt frustrated thinking about 
the movie and my mother.

I decided I had to do something. I sought of got an idea that since 
I am the man of the house, sex should also come with the standard 
package. I need to satisfy the woman of the house sexually and she 
should satisfy me. Thats the only thing I have not been doing from 
my dad's household activities....taking care of his woman. I also 
knew that the woman is also my mother and she will not accept me as 
her sex partner. I somehow had to convince her that I am willing to 
fill her when she needs a fill and I am sure she will not accept it 
if I propose to her. So the best thing would be to force her the 
first time. Once she gets laid forcibly, she will accept the 
situation and allow me to be her lover. The idea, as I was thinking, 
shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as I felt it 
acknowledging my thoughts. 

I slowly got out of my room and walked to my mom's room. The door is 
closed but not locked. I pushed the door and went into her room. 
There she is, sleeping on her back with her face facing away from 
me. Her loose end of the saree has crumppled up covering only one 
blouse covered breast. Her other breast is fighting very hard to 
come out of the blouse. Her blouse hooks are tight and barely 
holding on the blouse. Her bare stomach is beautiful and moving up 
and down slowly to her breathing rhythm. Her legs were held together 
and here saree on her is twisted everywhere but fully covered. She 
is sleeping on a single bed as she gave me their double bed after my 
dad died. I have decided that if I ever copulate with my mother it 
will be on the bed where she always been copulated. It will be on 
the same bed my dad entered her and fucked as her husband and her 
man. It will be on the same bed where her man of the house always 
fucked her. So without even waking her up I just grabbed my mother's 
hand and pulled it to get her up the bed. 

Mom woke up in shock as I managed to pull her out and before she 
could know whats happening I just dragged her by hand into my room. 
After entering the room I left her near my bed, went to the door and 
locked it. Mom got to her senses although I would think she is still 
half asleep. Before she could say "What!" I caught hold of her paita 
(loose end of the saree) and pulled it towards me. Mom tried to hold 
on to it but in vain. The whole saree got unwrapped as I pulled. By 
now mom must have come to her senses as she madly tried to keep the 
saree on. Before we both could realise, her faithful saree separated 
from her body and mom was left only her blouse and petticoat. My 
lust has overcome my 'sonly' insticts as I kept enjoying my mother's 
situation as every man in India's dream to see a woman in her 
underwear. Mom started crying by now as I lunged on to her to pull 
her towards me and kiss her on her lips. 

She struggled to avoid my kiss but I held on to her. Once I finished 
kissing her she just released herself from me and ran to open the 
door. By the time she held on to the door lock I ran towards her and 
grabbed her by the waist with one hand and the otherhand caught her 
hand attempting to open the lock. Finally she spoke "Why are you 
doing this to me!". I told her "Because you told me I am the man of 
the house!" struggling to hold on to her. "But I'm your mother," she 
said, tearfully twisting and turning. "You're the woman of the house 
too, aren't you?" I said, and continued without waiting for a 
reply. "Mother, I suggest you to stop this and lie down on that bed 
there and get ready for me." I held on to her waist and quickly I 
sprung open my lungee (sarong) as my cock sprung out stiff. She 
looked my cock and then dragged her eyes to look me in disgust. 
Before she could talk anymore, I grabbed both her wrists, pulling 
her towards me. Then I twisted so she turned around, her back to the 
bed. I then pushed her on to the bed as she laid on her back. 

She screamed as she fell on the bed while still crying. "What do you 
want from me?" she sobbed. I said nothing and just stood there 
enjoying her underwear covered body. She started to get up - I think 
to get away from me again but I grabbed her petticoat to pull it 
towards me. She must have wore an old one as it started tearing away 
along her waist where she tied her petticoat with a string. It took 
me several pulls between my mother's crys to tear her petticoat as 
it was giving way. It tore finally, and came away, leaving her naked 
waist down in just her petticoat piece tied around her waist. That 
was the firstime I ever saw my mother's bush. My birth place and a 
forbidden part for a son to see. Her bush between her legs appeared 
to me like a place of enjoyment rather than a place of respect. By 
now she started to cry more as I moved on to her a she was 
struggling and twisting sideways to cover her womanhood, pushing me 
to try to get me off her, pulling up her knees and using them to 
hide her body. I did not listen to her cries. Infact I liked her 
cries. I liked her tries to resist me! It made me feel really like 
the man of the house. Some more struggle and again she was flat on 
her back, with me standing over her, enjoying just looking at her.

I squatted on her thighs, leaning forward slightly. I took her 
wrists, one in each hand, and brought them together. I caught both 
her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head, pinning her to 
the bed. With the other hand I began to open the hooks of her blouse 
holding onto the two ends between her breasts. Mother is still 
crying pleading me not to do anything but she stopped struggling. I 
tried unhooking her blouse hooks but they are more a struggle than I 
expected. So I just pulled the blouse holding the inside of the 
blouse. Since the hooks were alrady tight, they just came off 
snapping and I could hear my mother cry more for every snap of a 
hook. I had to pull hard to snap the last hook but with that force 
the two end of her blouse hurled away revealing her big breasts. Her 
tits drooping on either end of her body. That was the instant I felt 
the best in my life. My mother underme, naked and on bed. I looked 
at those breasts whose nakedness has fed me when I was a child and 
also prompted me to lust for my mother when I am a grownup. I slowly 
bent myself to take one of her nipple into my mouth. Mother cried 
more but did nothing. I licked, and sucked both the breasts. It was 
a great experience preying on my dear old mother's wonderful and 
juicy breasts. 

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