. She was nearing her end and so was I.

I mercilessly squeezed her breasts, dug my

teeth on her fleshy shoulders and changed gears to a maddening pace.

'Ouuu....uuf! meri jan he le loge kya!' (you are killing me.). I was just there when
she arched her back and let out a scream 'Aaii...iiiiyeeeee...maa'.. Worried about
someone hearing it I jammed my mouth on hers.

I was there too, I got that knotted sensation, which one feels for just a second
before squirting. But for me it prolonged and I desperate to release pounded her
vagina like there is no tomorrow. She wrapped her thighs around my buts and held
me. That is when I achieved my release. I squirted and squirted and continued with
long hard strokes, holding my penis a little longer inside to fill her up.

Her body raked with a series of violent rigors, she kept humping her hips back on to
me. We went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity and then as suddenly it
had risen it calmed with her slumping lifelessly and me on top of her with my penis
still inside her. I felt my penis was swimming in a pool of slush.

Storm passed and we lay like that for a long time. She gently brought her mouth
closer to my neck and lightly nibbled giving me a ticklish loving feeling. She
caressed my butts lovingly scraping nails through the crack of my bums. She
roamed her hand on my rear side, from shoulders to bums for a long time. I almost
dozed off.

I sensed her moving under me, she shifted and tried to turn to her right. I slid from
atop her and laid on my left facing her. I opened my eyes and found her looking
straight with tear filled eyes.

She hugged me close hid my face between her ample bosom and said,'kaise ho
gaya yeh sab beta, tune to mar he dala mujhe chinu. Ab kya hoga.'(how did this
happen, chinu you took my life away son what will happen now). Freed from that
maddening desire and meeting head on with the reality, I did not have a clue to
answer. I was equally confused and worried, if not any more, but did not have the
courage to hold a conversation. So I just wrapped my arms around her and snuggled
close, kissed between her breasts and slept like baby feeling secure around her
mother.

I woke up don't know why, long before it was light but remained in the bed thinking
about the tumultuous events of last night. I was not able to hold on to a line of
thought; I was going through a mental chaos. Guilt was overpowering yet I couldn't
deny that pleasure too was something t I never felt before. I confessed to myself
that it was me who forced her on a path of debauchery; I made her commit a sin
unthinkable in the society, she had no part in the act.

I dosed off trying to sort out the intermingled lines of my thought and woke up to
shaking of the bed. I was lying facing the window, with my back towards amma. By
the movements I sensed that she is trying to sit up. Mom switched on the bed side
lamp and I saw her, in the mirror on the wall, sitting with her back on the headboard
holding her hands on to her face. I saw tears streaming down her cheek. In between
her sobs she was chanting Oh Lord! Oh My God! and truly so. What happened was
quite out of ordinary.

I felt terrible. Not having a clue as to how I shall react I stayed still. I looked up
again into the mirror and LO! Once again, animal in me started to raise its head.
This time I was greeted with view of her ample bosom, just above the nipples. God it
was a site to behold. I played with those globes just few hours back, but seeing
them in light was different.

When she was holding her hands on to her face, her arms obscured the view, but
as she wiped her eyes and let arms drop to sides her magnificent bust came into my
view. They were swollen like they are still full and were round in shape. Surprisingly,
her breasts did not sag a lot and retained their shape. Her breasts were in no way
like what most Indian women of her age have. They are big & shapely and held their
shape , though without bra, they still formed a delightful cleavage.

I was soaking the view. Mom sitting with her head thrown back, her beautiful neck
stretched her breasts heaving slightly due to her hard breathing was a picture that I
will carry to my funeral. Her bare rounded shoulders her raised chin GOD ALMIGHTY!
Everything was sooooooo...o very perfect.

Then she raised her arm to the back of her head, sat upright and started to tie her
hair. She looked at me, and didn't I see her smile? Yes she was smiling looking at

me. I was engrossed in the million dollar smile when I felt her hand on my shaved
head. She lovingly ran her fingers on my scalp, caressed my cheek and I heard her
say 'yeh tuney kya kar dala mere bachche'(Why have you made me do this my
darling ).

In the mirror I saw her leaning on to me. I closed my eyes and laid still feigning
sleep. I felt her hot breath on my neck. She placed her lips on my left temple and
held it there for a long time. All this while, she kept on caressing my bald head.

Bed jostled and shook by her weight and suggested that she is making a move, I
opened my eyes to see but she had already left the bed and moved out of my
vision.

I strained to listen, to get a fix on her location. I heard the bathroom door open and
close. Relieved that she had gone inside the bathroom I opened my eyes and was
about to turn when she suddenly appeared before me.

I hurriedly closed my eyes and then opened slightly to see. She walked on my side
of the bed and picked her night dress that I threw last night. Holding the garment to
her chest she went and stood before the mirror looking at her naked form with her
back towards me.

Sight was maddening, mom in her full naked glory. I had her back directly in front
and saw her front in the mirror. She tossed the garment on the bed and looked at
her self. She turned sideways and looked into the mirror over her shoulder. She
repeated the move to appreciate her left and right profile. Then brought her hands
over her breasts, held them from underneath, lifted them slightly and jiggled a bit.
OH MY! almost came under the sheet. She kept on lovingly caressing and admiring
her body, probably feeling proud, that she still got the charms to entice and
enamour some one as young as her own son.

She backed up looking at the mirror attempting to get her full body in the mirror.
She backed up closer to me, close enough for me to enjoy her erotic aroma.
Fragrances of her body were a mix of her sweat and her body fluids and it was
intoxicating.

Day light permeated the room, through thick drapes giving her body a divine glow.
For few seconds I just forgot the world around and kept looking at my deity. I
admired back of her legs and thighs, they were spotlessly fair, fleshy and appeared
soft. Her arse flared below her waist with ample cheeks that jiggled and jostled with
every motion.

I noticed that her pudendum is big and protruded out. Her Pussy was thick and
appeared to have been pushed out, pink of her clitoris barely visible between her
immensely thick labia. Her mound was big and rising; projection of her swollen
mound was so very erotic. Her pussy was equally fair as the area around, which is
quite unusual, as mostly vagina of even fairer women are some what darker in
colour. God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise.

I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of

Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was
everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts
and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her
prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those porn sites. Her midriff was
fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a
matronly appeal.

I was lost, appreciating her carnatic avatar, when she bent to pick her discarded
night dress from the bed. As she bent her buttocks tightened and her crack parted
little giving me a flash of her pussy from behind. My dick was full mast by now and I
desperately wanted a release. I was about to getup and make love to her right then
and there. However, before I could bring my thought to a conclusion she slipped her
dress over her head and walked away

Bathroom door closed but, I waited till I heard water running. I got up and dressed
in my shorts and T-shirt. Dressed and mom out of site the reality fell on me. My
mind was getting numb thinking and swinging between my desire and morality. I
just shook the thoughts away and opened the door to get the morning paper from
the basket. I ordered breakfast and sat down giving a cursory look on the headlines.
Weather man said that cold wave continues over north and surprisingly I wasn't
elated. Thought of getting stranded was not as pleasuring as it was just a night
before and I wondered why. Then I realized that this coldness that has crept

between me and mom after that fiery lovemaking is too much to bear and I wanted
to end it.

Bathroom opened and mom came out in just her bra and petticoat. With out
acknowledging my presence, she went to the luggage rack and pulled out a saree
from her suitcase, she stood still for a while and then put the saree back and pulled
out a long lose linen kurta(A garment like that of a lose fitting shirt with lose wide
sleeves, worn by men and women alike) and a lose flannel pyjamas. I seldom saw
her wearing it at home, except for when she is carrying bed tea for her and papa in
the morning. Her tall form looked majestic and overpowering. I didn't have the
courage to look up to her so observed her slyly through the corner of my eyes.

Suddenly this tension became overpowering and I got up and rushed to the
bathroom. Inside the bathroom I realised that my dick has shrunk and I wasn't
feeling aroused anymore. Unable to sort out my state of mind I went about my
business. I heard her calling room service and asking for morning paper and some
magazines in Hindi. (She just knows passable English). I entered the bath and let
chilly water flow down my body till I was shivering and numb.

Got dressed in fresh pair of shorts and T and stepped out. Breakfast was there and
mom was poring tea. Unsure of my own self I called up housekeeping for laundry
service and sat down on recliner by the window. I moved the drapes a to get a
glimpse outside. Our room was overlooking the pool. I listlessly watched kids
splashing.

When called by mom to join, I sat across her and looked straight into her eyes. She
avoided my gaze and pushed a plate of sandwiches towards me. I took it and
started eating. All along the breakfast when ever I tried to look into her to find out
about her point of view, she avoided eye contact. But I had this eerie feeling that
when I am not watching she was looking at me. Breakfast ended at the same tense
note at which it started.

Just as I was leaving the table laundry man arrived I gave him the bag and asked,
'Amma do you have some thing more to get laundered?'

'No' was all she said and just as he was to leave she came and dug in to her
suitcase, pulled out two nightie and stuffed in the bag.

Just as the laundry man left the room cleaning maid arrived, I was relieved that I
now will get a little more time to sort out my next course of action.

Maid went about her business quietly. After she was done vacuuming the room she
got a fresh pair of sheets from the trolley and pulled the soiled ones off the bed. I
was looking at her casually when I noticed she raised a large stained spot to her
nose. I just turned the other way and was embarrassed to hell. I kept looking down
at the pool when I heard her say something to mother in Kannada (vernacular
language). I turned to look at her when I heard her say in broken Hindi and in low
tone 'May lord Ayappa blesses you both with many such nights' saying this she
raised the soiled sheet to show my mother that big stain. Mom got scared, she
thought that maid understood what happened preceding night, the immediately got
up pulled a 500 Rupee note and gave her, trying to oblige her so that she stays
quiet and doesn't discuss amongst her co-workers. She raised the note to her
forehead and said 'may you both be blessed' and left