Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty.I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine.
As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her chuchies. Wait till we are married”And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. After a little cusping and kneading she said.“O my son, my lover! She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. Only the blouse is different.”I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple.My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. She used to dress up in full nighty at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her chuchies.He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.