Mother is my whore - Sex Stories

Mother is my whore

... being the son of a whore! I hated this world but my cock stood up in my pants neverthless. I asked myself why did my mother fuck the Swami? What did she lack? These questions came to my mind and I wanted to confront my mother with these questions. I left the place and returned to my room. In the evening, I went to tell her of my dad’s phone. She was standing before the mirror and was getting ready to go to her friend’s house for a party. She was was dressing up. She wore a silk white sari through which could make out the faint outline of her boobs covered by a black bra. Her bra cups lifted her heavy breasts high. She was plump, but not fat, with soft large breasts, and big buttocks. My mother’s body began to excit me, and I felt my cock growing hard. I wondered whether this sexual tension existed in my mother when she saw her son. After watching Uma fuck the Swamiji, I saw her as a fuck toy. I wantedt o undress her and fuck her like the Swamiji did. Uma smiled at me and bent to pick someting and I saw her sexy cleavage and I moved forward and held her in my arms. My embrace was the embrace of a lover not of a son and my relationship was not going to be the same. It was going to change from now on. ” What are you doing Rahul? I an getting ready for the party! Leave me alone. I’ve got to get ready for my party.” she said. She was looking in the mirror while arranging her sari pallu. I was beyond myself with lust. I was going to have Uma, my mother as my lover. I was better ...

... than that Swami, anyhow. I grasped her by her waist. The touch of her flesh was electric. “Stop it Rahul, you are spoiling my sari!!” I looked into her eyes”And what about spoiling our lives, Uma? I saw you fuck the Swami in the temple today! What about me and dad? Do you have to fuck like a whore? What has my dad done to you?” I was angry and horny as my hands pulled her to me. “You dad, huh! He must be fucking some white whore at this time! ASnd what about me? I need male company too! If I fucked Swamiji, I did nothing wrong. Swamiji has a thick rod to use on me and I love his cock, mujhe bhi to sex chahiye, maine kia galat kia hai, rahul,( I need sex too)” By now I was hugging her tightly.” If you have to fuck, then fuck me. I can use you as a woman too! Why give it to others when I am here starving for a good pussy. Mujhe bhi to choot chahiye, fir tum kion nahin?( I need pussy too, then why not you)” She hissed back,” But you are my own son! How can we…!!!” I ignored her arguments and started kissing the back of her neck. My hands found her brassierre. and I cupped mother’s breasts through the brassierre, feeling their fullness. “No. I told you – I’m your mother…Stop it son. Let’s stop this and I wont tell it to your dad.” Her voice was loud. She tried to free but I held her firmly. My right hand entered the front of her brassierre. I played with her right nipple until it stiffened. “thats right, if you let me fuck you, I wont tell dad. I promise you will love my cock better ...