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Sundar romances his young mother Kamala and makes her his own.
Kamala's New Family
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I grew up in south India in the early seventies.
My father was a mild mannered man who worked in a mill. Also indian_sex_erotic_story He had one
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. Read more about erotic_free_indian_sex_story could see that she respected and loved him But I sensed there
was also sadness in her and at that time I could not understand
why.
I helped mother out at every opportunity I had a crush on
her and this way it kept me close to her mother always looked up
to me for help I was constantly chatting her up, I could see
that she appreciated this as it helped to break the boredom of
her day Dad would go to work in the morning and the next time
we saw him was late at night when he would come home tired after
which he would proceed to drink heavily.
It seemed to me that the spark had gone out of their marriage.
Most of the time he seemed either preoccupied in making ends
meet or drinking, this I believe led to his neglecting mother.
Don't get me wrong, dad stilled loved mother They still laughed,
joked and kidded each other but the romance that characterized
the earlier part of the marriage was rare.
I worked part time driving a taxi in order to make extra money to
supplement our family income; this left me very little time to
socialize There were good days and bad days
After the rest of the family had gone to bed had gone to bed,
mother and I would sit by the kitchen table and talk I knew mother
appreciated this gesture As years went by we grew very close
She would constantly hug me and remind me that I was the beacon
of light in her life I was very mature for my age,
knowledgeable beyond my years.
When I was sixteen I began to notice Amma in a different light.
I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the
realization that mother was very sexy She had long dark hair,
hair that reached to her hips And even having birthed three
children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36 Her eyes were very
dark and twinkled in good humor How close were we? Well we
talked about every thing even personal secrets I talked of the
movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past
before she married father She talked wistfully of those carefree
days of her youth of things that could have been She never
regretted her marriage as it produced some of the important
things in her life- her husband and her children.
With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek
out her hugs and kisses I began to pay her compliments on her
looks at which she would blush I began to bring sweets and
flowers for her every day when I come home from working at the
grocery store.
I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to
the movies and hotel At the movies I would
innocently lean against her or hold her hands Pretty soon I
started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would
lean back and rest her head against my shoulders I knew that
she looked forward to our weekends together because she would
try to pick a movie well in advance.
After the movies we would go and sit in a park near the theater.
From here one could look at the whole town We would
talk laugh and josh one another.
"Sundar", she said one day, "I think we should start looking for
a girl for you You are going to be 17 soon"
"Amma" I said blindly without thinking much of the consequences.
"I do not want to get married I want to be with you always"
She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then
looked away silent.
"Amma, did I say something to alarm you".
"I think we should leave," she said after a long interval of
silence Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said,
but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no
turning back I decided to go for broke
"Amma," I said, "I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I
have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years But
don't hate me for saying that I am in love with you and I will
do anything to make you happy".
The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me
sadly "Sundar, it's not your fault but mine I should not have
let it continue but I guess I was lonely"
"Amma," I said "I wish it hadn't happened, but since it has I am
glad to be in love with you".
"My darling boy, you are my son," she retorted, "these
things don't happen between a mother and son and besides I am a
married woman".
"Amma," I replied in desperation, "what is done is done I can't
take my love back, but will you give at least some serious
consideration to what I just said" She was silent for a long
time She was crying My heart went out to her I pulled her
to my chest and held her.
"Sundar" she whispered "I think we should be heading home"
Things cooled down very much after that Even though I pleaded
with her, she would not let me take her out on Sundays, telling
me instead that I should go with someone of my very own age I
could see that it was killing her as much as it was killing me.
As days passed she seemed sad and withdrawn This went on for a
month Father noticed the change and asked her why she didn't go
out to the movies with me any more Amma shook her head and
asked father why he didn't take her out.
"You know Kamala I work every day of the week and Sunday is
my only day off On that day I prefer to stay and relax at
home," he replied He was drunk as usual After which a big
verbal fight ensued which ended with Amma exiting to the bedroom
and slamming the door shut.
That tuesday when my father, my brother and sister were out of the
house I asked her out again To my surprise she quietly nodded
her head in assent I went and hugged and she put her head on
my shoulders I hugged her tightly indicating to her that with
her assent the tone of our relationship had changed I silently
but very gently caressed her back running my hands over her
shoulders and over her behind She continued to rest her head
over my shoulders I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes
said in a quiet voice "Amma I love you and I can't change
that" I bent down kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly
placed my mouth against her lips She did not draw back from my
embrace I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding
back.
My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek.
When we were alone the hugs were back but my hands now openly
and gently caressed her In the days that followed before the
Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self My
sister also remarked at her change to which she replied that she
was going to see a movie with me My sister smiled at me saying
that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings.
I mumbled saying something about Amma needing a break.
That Sunday evening Amma looked stunning in a tight dress Her
breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress I
was overcome looking at her beauty She looked very young I
was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stares The
movie was a sentimental romance As usual I put my arm around
my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders After
the movie as usual we went to the park It was a cool
night.
Amma looked into my eyes and said, "Sundar, thank you for your
patience and thank you for the wonderful evening".
I looked at Amma and said, "Amma you look sexy tonight".
Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, "Oh Sundar if you
weren't my son I would think you are trying to seduce your own
mother".
I looked at her and said, "Amma, I am".
Amma pulled her head back and replied, "Sundar for heavens sake I
am your mother and besides I am married to your father".
"Amma do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you
and that you are deeply unhappy Give me a chance, I can make
you happy!"
She replied quietly after a long pause, "Sundar may be we should
head home before one of us does something that we may deeply
regret the rest of our lives".
I groaned "Amma I am sorry but you are so beautiful you make me
say and do things I have no control over Many a times I have
wished you were not my Amma maybe it would have been easier
romancing you".
I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid
her I'm sure father did not do that
Amma caressed my cheek, "You poor baby, and by the way I am glad
your are my son Do you really think I am beautiful?"
I smiled and replied by drawing her to my breast, "Yes Amma you
are beautiful and sexy." Suddenly I bent down and kissed her.
Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms.
I continued to kiss her with more and more passion Suddenly
she responded back with equal pressure against my lips At last
I could see a crack in her armor I pressed my advantage and we
continued necking I was all over her face I kissed her cheeks
her eyes her nose and back to her lips I gently probed her
mouth with my tongue and she opened her lips We necked for a
while Suddenly my mother said, "Sundar Its getting late I think
we should head home".
As we drove home Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder I
could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth Halfway
back home I pulled into a side street, to my Amma's surprise I
pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to
kiss her.
I gently put my hand on her breast she stiffened pulled away
from my lips and whispered, "Sundar, I don't think we should do
this" But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips
back into mine I continued caressing her breasts They were
firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands I knew Amma was
getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with
greater intensity.
Suddenly she pulled back and said, "Sundar we should go home".
"Okay Amma".
When we reached home the house was quiet Every one had gone to
bed I knew father would be fast asleep drunk When we entered
the house I began kissing Amma again in the living room down
stairs At first she protested saying that someone could come
down stairs.
I replied quietly but firmly, "Amma I love you as I have never
loved anyone before I just want to kiss you all the time I
can't help it Besides everyone is fast asleep"
"That's sweet Sundar, I love you to! But I am a married woman and
whatever shortcomings your father has I am still wearing the mangal
sutra he tied around my neck!"
"Amma", I whispered, "All we are doing is kissing and fondling.
I don't see any harm in that?"
"But Sundar, somebody could wake up and come downstairs".
Suddenly I had an idea "Amma, how about going to my room We
can lock the door father I'm sure is drunk and won't miss you"
Amma was silent for a few seconds I was surprised when she
nodded her head in agreement.
Amma replied, "Go to room and wait for me I'll go and check on
your father".
In my room I paced back and forth excitedly Suddenly my
bedroom door clicked open and Amma walked in She pulled the
door shut and locked it She hastily came up to me and said,
"fathers asleep drunk as usual" I taught I heard a note of
disgust in her voice.
"Kanna, I don't think we should do this as it could get out
of hand", she whispered "I am scared"
"I know" I replied "But Amma, trust me We will keep this very
secret Nobody will know
"Oh Sundar" Amma said timidly and kissed me on the cheek I sank
with her on my bed and began kissing her The kisses grew more
and more heated and I could feel Amma's excitement through her
cotton sari My hands were now rowing all over her body caressing her
breasts one second and rubbing her ass the next.
I reached behind to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse.
Amma went rigid in my arms for a few seconds but then she
relaxed I swiftly undid the buttons and removed her blouse as
quickly as possible afraid she would change her mind any time.
All the while I continued kissing her I reached back and
unsnapped her bra.
Again Amma weakly protested and whispered, "Sundar think of your
father" I knew we were far too gone to think of anybody else
I cut her off with another open-mouthed kiss All of a sudden
her bare breasts were pressed against mine I blindly reached
out and began to fondle them They felt soft and sexy I bent
down and took a nipple in my mouth and began to lick and suck.
Amma moaned in passion Her nipples were long and thick Her
nipples were soon erect in excitement.
"Amma I love you, I can't help it I know I should feel guilty
of making love to my own mother but I don't care" I declared.
I continued kissing all the way to her navel savoring the
slightly salty taste of her body Amma gave an audible squeak of
pleasure I reached her belly button with my tongue and began
to kiss and lick it as Amma pushed her self up to me in pleasure.
I began to stroke her legs up and down, all the while kissing
her belly button Her legs were firm to touch Slowly my hand
inched further and further under her sari and petticoat.
Her thighs felt firm and soft.
Amma stiffened as my hand reached the crotch of her petticoat I
reached up and sought her lips and gently forced them open with
my tongue Amma moaned into my mouth She relaxed and opened
her thighs in response I shook my head in disbelief Amma, the
woman of my dreams, the same woman who had borne my brother and
sister, the woman who had birthed me was letting me make love to
her I caressed her through her petticoat I felt her cleft and
began to rub it Amma moaned in pleasure I could feel to
moistness seep through her petticoat.
I pulled my hands out from under her petticoat, quickly puller
her sari off I stood up, removed my clothes as
quickly as I could My cock was hard as an iron bar I slid
down Amma's body until my mouth was pressed against the crotch of
her petticoat Only the petticoat separated her bush from my mouth
I inhaled deeply breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her
juices mixed with the faint smell of stale urine.
I began to lick the crotch of her petticoat as Amma wiggled in
excitement I began to savor her juices that seeped through her
petticoat.
I reached and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her
petticoat and began to tug them down Suddenly Amma jerked up
"Oh, Kanna, no, we shouldn't" she said "You are my son and I
shouldn't be doing this."
"Amma I love you You are the most beautiful woman in the
world I know it's unusual for a mother and son to be sexually
involved I believe that if you love some one its only natural
to make love."
"But Sundar what if someone finds out."
"Amma, we can be careful and no one needs to know our business."
"But Sundar" I kissed her before she could complete her sentence.
I kissed her hair her eyes and once again lowered my mouth to
her full sexy lips Suddenly Amma went limp in my arms She
began to kiss back with more passionate intensity Our tongues
dueled with each other.
I reached down and tugged her petticoat This time she did not
resist I pulled them off and threw them down on the floor
She instinctively reached down and covered her womanhood from my
prying eyes I gently but firmly pulled her hand away I
stared at the thick rich dark pubic hair like some one in a
trance.
Amma reached up and pulled me down and began to kiss me as I
began to gently caress and finger her mons I nibbled at her
teats at the same time inserted my middle finger into her
womanhood Never in my dreams did I ever think that one day Amma
would let me pull her petticoat down and caress her femininity.
She was very wet I moved my mouth down her body to the inside
of her thighs and then proceeded to kiss and lick it I then
moved my mouth up to her pubic hair and proceeded to nibble it.
All the while Kamala, my Amma moaned in pleasure I licked the
thick pubic hair and then proceeded to pull her vagina open I
breathed in the rich feminine odor of my excited mother I
stared at the inner wall and noticed the small pink hole through
which she peed I licked it I licked the surrounding walls
savoring the rich flavor of her very wet hole I ran my tongue
over her clitoris and Amma yelped in pleasure.
I placed a finger in her vagina and proceeded to run it in and
out while eating her Her breathing grew ragged I continued
to stimulate her clitoris for a long time Amma grew very wet
My fingers were drenched with her juices Suddenly Amma
stiffened and moaned at the same time Her body then shuddered
continuously as I rapidly licked her clitoris I knew she had
just climaxed She quickly pulled me up on top of her
"Oh Sundar, That was good" She whispered shyly "I have never had
an orgasm this good.
"Amma you are sexy and beautiful This has been my ultimate
fantasy to make love to you."
"You really think I'm beautiful."
"Amma, yes More than all the movie actresses"
Amma reached up and pulled me down lightly kissed my lips and
then forced my mouth open with her tongue At the same time she
reached down and grabbed my penis and began to rub it up and
down her very wet slit She grew more and ore excited
"Amma" I whispered "I love you" She spread her legs wide as
if in silent assent and bought the tip of my cock and placed it
against her vaginal orifice I looked deep into her eyes as she
began to push me into her I was big and thick for my age Her
vagina slowly opened like a petal Amma suddenly pushed upward
and my cock slid into her vagina to the hilt Amma was
surprisingly very tight for someone who had three children I
could feel her muscles clutching me like a vice.
I pulled out and then slid back in one fluid motion I then
proceeded to fuck Amma with a fury that I had never experienced
before Her body shook in rhythm to the fuck strokes My penis
was soon saturated with her lubricating juices We moved as if
we were made to fuck each other Every down stroke was met with
an upstroke I could feel the tip of my cock hit the mouth of
her womb with each plunge She began to breathe heavier and
heavier.
After rutting like animals for about fifteen minutes she
suddenly went rigid and clutched my ass I could feel began
rapid contractions about my cock at the same time I began to
ejaculate against her womb I must have spilt a load in her as
I felt the semen running back out of her vagina.
We stayed coupled for some time savoring the aftermath of our
mutual orgasm, and kissing each other I started to get excited
and felt my self-hardening in her I gently started to see saw
back and forth in her vagina This time the fuck was slow and
gentle, it lasted a longer time Amma and I came at the same
time.
"Sundar" she said after the last romantic fuck "You are huge, I
never had it this good with your father I can't remember when
I had my last orgasm" I beamed with pride My first with Amma
had been better than anything father had been able to deliver in
all the years they had been married.
"Oh Amma, that's only because I love you so much"
"Oh sweetheart this was the best orgasm so far" she remarked.
"Sundar, honey" Amma whispered "I should be going back to your
fathers bed We don't want to arouse any suspicion now, would
we."
We kissed for some time whispering sweet nothings to each other.
She then got up cleaned her self.
"Amma can I keep your petticoat" I asked in a whisper Amma was
silent.
"A souvenir of our first night," Amma asked mischievously.
"Yes," I replied.
"Only if you hide it".
Amma put her clothes back on and petticoat-less she slipped out of the
room I was covered with a mixture of our fuck juices The
last thing I remember falling asleep was Amma's petticoat pressed
to my cheeks.
The next day Amma did not look at me when the family was seated
at the breakfast table I thought I had blown it The family
finally dispersed for the day and I was getting ready to go to
school Amma stepped into my room
"Sundar" she said, "we need to talk."
"Amma what's wrong."
Amma blushed.
"Sundar we can't repeat what we did last night"
Before I could protest any further she motioned me to be quiet.
"I think last night was wonderful I will always treasure
But I'm a married woman This is never going to happen again"
"Amma," I protested as I moved towards her and pulled her into my
arms, "I love you and I know that you love me Give our love a
chance."
I tried to kiss her but she averted her lips and pulled out of
my embrace and shook her head.
"Amma," I said, as she was ready to leave my room "I will not
stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you."
Amma left my room with tears in her eyes.
Things cooled down after that And even though I could see that
Amma was unhappy she would not budge from her resolve I had
given up ever getting her back.
Amma also vigorously started looking for a bride for me She contacted
all her relatives and asked them about available girls She collected
horoscopes and consulted astrologers for good matched for me She
arranged for me to see a few girls whoe horoscopes matched mine.
I was very unhappy that I am being driven away from my only love
my own mother Finally I gave my consent for a girl who I chose
because she looked a little like my mother The marriage date was fixed
Then something strange happened I noticed
that Amma's behavior towards me changed She acted more like
someone who was jealous She snapped at me at the smallest of
mishaps Then one day when we were alone, Amma asked, "Sundar
maybe we should go out for a movie this weekend."
I was pleasantly surprised But I thought maby Amma wants to just
please me.
"Amma, Oh yes, Oh yes." I whispered.
The days following I was in a trance I couldn't wait for the
weekend.
For our outing Amma had gone out of her way to dress sexy I could
not believe that the sexy woman next to me was my mother After
the movie we drove to our secluded spot I pulled her into my
arms and Amma did not resist We began to kiss passionately My
hands were roaming all over her body I could see Amma was
visibly excited.
After an hour or so of necking we drove back home When we
reached home everyone was asleep.
"Go to your room and wait for me, I'll check on your father."
she whispered.
I was undressed and in bed when she entered After locking the
door she came to me Our passionate kissing continued I
swiftly undressed Amma and rolled on top of her I kissed every
inch of her body over and over again I held on to her shapely
ass as I ate her out.
I got on top of her, she took hold of my penis, which was hard
as a steel bar, and placed it against her vaginal opening I
pressed and easily entered her very slick cunt I held Ammas ass
and started fucking her Amma moaned with pleasure at every fuck
stroke We rolled around the bed, sometimes she was on top and
at other times I was We were at it for a long time and when I
forcefully ejaculated into her, she came with an intensity I had
never seen before.
"Oh Sundar," she said, "it is so wonderful".
"Amma, have you changed your mind about my marriage?", I asked.
"Oh Son I missed you, and as the marriage date came closer,
I coild not bear it any longer I realized I was jealous and that
I loved you more than anything thing in the world."
"As a lover" I asked excitedly.
"Yes realized I loved you, not only as a mother but as a lover
and that I could not bear to be apart from you." She whispered.
"Do you love me more than father." I asked.
"Oh son I respect your father, but I don't love him.
After being with you I now know what love is I am so happy
when I am naked in your arms Sundar, my darling son,
I want to be your wife Will you marry me?"
I was stunned at these words from my beloved mother.
"Amma, You have just made me the happiest man in
the world I don't want to share you with anyone, even father
You belong to me Your body is mine I want you naked in my
arms all the time I want to enter you all the time"
"Oh son that is so wonderful But Sundar, our marriage has
to be our secret I want to be in your arms naked all the times
but we have to be careful I don't want your father, brother or
your sister to find out because it would prevent us from being
together."
"Yes Amma I know," I replied.
We began to kiss; my hands fondled my Amma's breasts I then
proceeded to kiss her lovely long nipples, which were swollen
with passion She pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me
and lowered her cunt on my cock She pressed down until I was
buried in her to the hilt She lowered her mouth to mine while
she proceeded to move up and down, slowly at first and then very
rapidly Suddenly her tongue began to frantically duel with
mine She then opened her mouth in a silent scream I knew she
had climaxed.
I rolled on top of her and continued to fuck her with savage
fuck strokes Her body shook with each fuck stroke She
screamed and at the same time I buried my cock against her womb
and proceeded to saturate her inner walls with my semen After
the wild ride we began to kiss tenderly while we were still
joined at the crotch.
Amma pushed me on my back and began to kiss my body all over.
When she reached my crotch she took my hard cock in her mouth.
Amma then gave me a blowjob When I came she swallowed all of my
come.
Next day Amma and I went to the family jeweller and ordered a
mangal sutra Everybody assumed that it was for the new girl who
I was going to marry No one knew that I was going to marry my own
lovely mother We also bought a wedding sari for Amma and a wedding
dress for me Next week, on an auspicous day, Amma and I went to
our village house to get married Amma wore her new wedding dress
and looked gorgeous I wore my new dress and at the muhurth time,
as my lovely mother/bride stood before me shyly bending her head,
I removed the mangal sutra on her neck put by my father and tied
the new mangal sutra which signified that mother was now my wife.
Then we we went to the temple and prayed for a long and happy
married life Then we went to Woodlands and had a festive dinner
Back at home, we started making love.
Amma said, "Sundar, every night with you has been a first night
for me You have made me so happy But today is a special first
night Make love to me not only as your mother but also as a wife"
"Amma, can I call you Kamala now that we are married?" I asked.
Amma blushed a little and nodded her head shyly Then I said,
"Kamala, my love, this is indeed going to be a special night
because I am going to make you pregnant"
Amma buried her face in my chest and whispered, "Oh Sundar, the
first duty of every wife is to bear a child for her husband I will
be so glad to become pregnant by you, son I am in a fertile
period too and my womb is ready for your seed".
That night, before mother and I slipped into sleep exhausted at
four in the morning, I came into my mother's eager cunt ten times
so that we can have our first incestuous child as soon as possible.
From that time on we tried to spend every opportunity with each
other Whenever we were alone Ammas would be the one to first
make sexual overtures She was at her sexual peak and
constantly horny- I know because when I pulled her petticoat off
she was already sopping wet I was proud when she told me shyly
that she would get wet just thinking of me, and that nobody had
excited her that way.
Some times we were so crazy for each other that we took risks.
One time, while the family was down in the living room, I
noticed that Amma had gone to the bathroom upstairs I went
upstairs and silently opened the bathroom door Amma had not
locked it She was peeing Her eyes widened in surprise when
she saw me Before she could say anything I pulled her of the
commode, ripped out some toilet paper, cleaned her up, turned
her around, bent her over the commode, and entered her from
behind.
"Honey someone may come up" she whispered But I ignored her
I fucked until we both climaxed I then pulled her petticoat up
and would not allow her to clean herself up We did not get
caught But for the rest of the day I knew Amma had sticky
petticoat and it was my semen dripping out of her cunt.
I remember one night I woke up horny I wanted Amma bad So I
very silently crept to my parents bedroom They were both
asleep I knew that father was in a drunk and fast asleep Amma was
sleeping by his side with the covers thrown back She looked
extremely sexy I went up to her and shook her awake When she
did, I motioned her too keep quiet I whispered that I wanted
to see her in my room and left About two minutes later she was
in my room As I pushed her on my bed and I undressed
"Sundar, I know I am your wife and I should come to you whenever
you need me but we should not take unnecessary risks like your
to my bedroom" she scolded I cut off any further protest by
kissing her I pulled Amma's dress up and began to eat her In
no time I had Amma wet and excited I moved on top and entered
her womanhood and proceeded to make love to her Later that
night, when she left my room her face glowing with sexual joy,
Amma said, "Sundar, whenever you want me, just do like what
you did Come to our room and shake me and I will come her to
your bed and we will enjoy Ok?" I was thrilled
But next night, at bed time, Amma came with her bed to my room
with a beaming smile in her face "I told your father that since
he is drunk everyday, I cannot stand the smell all night and so
I am going to be sleeping in your room from now on He did not mind
So here I am all yours for the whole night every night" I grabbed
her and showered kisses on her and said, "Amma, now we can really
be the married couple we are", and started making passionate love.
Three weeks after our wedding, after our first love session
of the night, mother shyly whispered to me that she has missed her
period We waited anxiously the next few days When Amma missed
her period again, we were overjoyed Amma was pregnant!!
For the next eight months it was a daily thrill for me watching
mother move about with her pregnant belly, glowing with that
special pride that women get when they are carrying, now with
the added joy of being pregnant with her own son's child.
Then one day I was in the delivery ward in the hospital as Amma
beamed with pride holding a lovely baby girl - the product of our
incestuous marriage She named the girl Sundari because she was
my daughter The love between me and Amma became more intense after
we had the baby Amma wanted us to live like the real
husband-wife-daughter family we were She asked me to get a
job in another town which I did We moved there leaving father
with his drinks in our native town We still maintain the mother-son
relationship outside the house But inside the house, we are husband
and wife I call Amma by her name and the baby calls me father which
is what Amma wants.
Its good that Amma is a highly sexed woman hence she doesn't mind
the fact that I am constantly kissing, caressing, and undressing her.
We average at least two fucks a day Somedays, I ask her to be naked
the whole day and she happily goes about the day-to-day activities
like cooking, washing etc completley naked and we make love
several times during the day With all that love-making, Amma
is pregnant with our second child.
The joy of living in married intimacy with your mother is something
that can be felt only by actual experience Amma and I hope all young
sons out there get the chance to experience that joy.