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One afternoon, about a month after my first session with amma, I found myself at home fixing a faulty ceiling fan, and the only other people in the house were amma, a maid called Ganga, and myself.
Amma called out to our maid, “Hey, Ganga. Please go to the market and get some tomatoes and onions. We ran out of them and I need it for the party tonight. Friends are coming to meet us.”
I jumped at the opportunity to have some time alone with my mother. I also chimed in, “Ganga, I also need something from the hardware store and the stationery place. Can you get these things?” and I gave her a big list. That would have kept her out of the house for at least an hour if not more. That was ample time. Amma looked at me quizzically for a few seconds, but she knew what I had in mind and her eyes grew wide and her face flushed.
“Aiyoh. No! Not now. Not during the day!” Amma protested as I hugged her as soon as Ganga was out of the house. I did not want to force myself on her, but I got a feeling that she was not serious and her resolve was weakening. “I won’t look, aiyoh, chee!” She said, and turned away from me.
The early afternoon sun shone brightly outside. The usual sounds of hustle and bustle of the town came in through the open window – the smells from the street and the voices of people and children and the horn of the buses and trucks and the tinkle of bicycles and the roar of motorcycles and scooters.
I moved amma away from the window. She bent down and placed her arms and head on the kitchen countertop and offered me her back. I crouched behind her and lifted her saree and petticoat. A glorious sight unfolded before me. Amma had an orange underwear on and it was stretched across her ass-cheeks. A thin line ran on her ass-crack and her panties were crunched into it. The line where her thighs met her buttocks was dark, darker than the surrounding area. The bulge at her crotch was visible through the gap between her thighs and I saw a few black hairs peeking out.
“No, please! Aiyoh!” She whispered.
My cock was rock hard on seeing her from behind. I first pulled down my shorts and my dick shot out and stood stiff as a flagpole, jutting at an angle. I then pulled down amma‘s panties, slowly.
“Ahhhhh!” she groaned.
I put my hand out between her thighs and cupped her hairy pussy. She was already moist and wet. I probed and prodded with my middle finger and located the entrance to her cunt and inserted my finger. I finger fucked her with one hand, and with the other I caressed her smooth ass cheeks.
Fuck! My cock dribbled a little precum. I moved and placed the tip of my engorged penis at her pussy and pushed it.
“Hsssssssss, aaaaaahhhhhhh,ooooooohh,” She hissed. But my cock was already up to the hilt inside her.
Groans and moans escaped from my mouth. I held her thick, fleshy hips and slammed into her. My torso rammed her ass cheeks, and her whole body vibrated and pulsed as we fucked.
“Aah, Raja, Raja..aaah!” she gasped. She reached back with one hand and grabbed my hips and pinched and squeezed as she grunted in tune with my thrusts.
“Aiyoh, amma, amma, so nice, so good, aaahh,” I screamed softly.
I stopped and started. We fucked like this for a very long, long time. She managed to hold on to her position as I slid in and out of her. Her moans, grunts and groans were music to my ears. She grabbed my palm as I reached down and squeezed her tits. I then put my hand on her crotch and located her clit. It was hard, wet and warm, and she let out a little squeal as I rotated my fingers on it. I massaged her spot for a long time.
Suddenly, she became very still. I realized she was nearing her end. A long, winding moan escaped amma‘s lips, as I continued to fuck my her. Her whole body became stiff as a plank as her orgasm hit her. I stopped and waited until the waves passed. And then she let out another gasp and flopped back. Wow! I made her come. I gave her an orgasm!!
“Aiyoh, god, goddddddd,” She gasped. “Ah..Raja, Raja, son, son!”
I was not done. I fucked and pummelled her furiously. I was nowhere near my end. Cream and juices seeped out of amma‘s cunt and onto my dick and floor.
“Amma, amma, amma, ah, ah, ah,” I called out in glorious pleasure.
We heard a banging on the door!
It could only be Ganga. Back from her errands. She must have rung the bell, or knocked, but hearing no response, she had started banging the door!
“Coming, coming!!” I yelled. “One minute!”
“Aioh, Raja, enough, enough!” Amma pleaded and tried to straighten up. But I did not let her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and rammed her like I had not done before. I slammed harder, and harder. And she gasped and grunted, “ah, oh, oh, ah, ah!” with each of my thrusts.
With an almighty heave I plunged one final time into amma‘s cunt and I ejaculated into her. I counted one, two, three, four spurts. But I was not finished. I pulled out and fisted my slimy cock and stroked it. My next four spurts landed on amma‘s ass and back. Thick, white, creamy, cum landed on her bare skin and she cringed. “Ah, aiyoh, dirty….cheeee!”
I pulled up my pants and put on my T-shirt and walked to open the door for Ganga. Amma had quickly disappeared into her bedroom.
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We were this way for the next few weeks. Trying to get some time together, now and then, in between the hustle and bustle of daily work and managing people and children at home. At times, we got together on consecutive days, some days more than once. Yes, I could not have enough of my amma. I wanted to be with her, inside her, cumming in her all the time. And at other times we went many days without being with each other.
In the beginning we had furious sex. I always initiated it, amma never did. She did not object but she played hard to get and complained each time to show me that she was joining me reluctantly, but I knew otherwise. She wanted it as much as I did. Her only condition was that we should not be facing each other, and that she would not be naked during our fuck sessions. Something about her not wanting me to see her having pleasure, I guessed. So we had doggy-style sex, standing up, with her still wearing her sari, petticoat, blouse and bra. Occasionally I would lie down and she would ride me, facing away. Amma‘s backside was fantastic. Her smooth ass-cheeks and hairless, dark ass crack was a sight to see. She would object loudly if I tried to move her dress and have a peek at her dark, puckered anus, but I did manage to see it once in a while. Fuck, life was good. Who wanted a wife? That was the farthest thing on my mind.
But some days we just lay on the bed and talked.
“Raja, I know about you and appa..” She started one day.
“About what, amma?”
“The days you all would go to the city for work, to see the warehouse. I know appa and you, also…”
I was quiet. I did not know that amma was aware.
“Why Raja, why? I know appa did it because..because.. He did…did not get it at home. But you? Weren’t you happy with Radha? At least when she was here you could have..controlled, no?”
“Amma, you don’t know the whole story. She..she really was..was not interested in…fucking..”
“Raja! Oof!”
“Yes, amma. She was not..she was always angry..I..I needed something else..at least someone..maybe I should have married that other girl..who knew. You know me, I need to..yeah..”
Amma was quiet for a while. “How was it..with other women.what were they like, young, old..?”
“Amma, it was just..just.. physical..just being with another woman for some time.. Naked, flesh on flesh..I did not think about anything else..but..it was good. Frankly, I could do anything and everything with the..girls…eh women.”
“Dirty, filthy..chee. I hope you are not doing it now..after..after..we”
“No. Amma,” I lied. “I don’t need anything else.But…”
“No, no.. I will not do anything else! If that’s what you mean..”
When It was my turn to ask her questions, I said, “Amma, how..how did you manage, when.. When you were young, when appa stopped, you know..sleeping with you?”
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