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Indian widow Mothers Hero – Part 2Staring down at her son’s obvious excitement, Sarita couldn’t believe how large he was. She could remember when he was a little boy and his penis was no more than a couple of inches long, but now, it had to be nine or ten inches long. What am I thinking, she asked herself in horror as she, realized what she had been thinking? Can I be this depraved? What was this new emotion she was feeling toward him? How could she be feeling it toward this man of all men? How could she ever feel this way toward him, her own son? Suddenly, the answer exploded inside her brain. The emotion she was feeling wasn’t a new emotion. It was just one that she hadn’t experienced in such a long she had forgotten what it felt like.IT WAS THE HOT, FIERY LOVE THAT A WOMAN FELT FOR HER MAN! HER LOVER! HER SOULMATE! It wasn’t mother and son love. Yet, it was. It was all mixed up together and coalesced into a mutant love so strong, she knew that she couldn’t control it. It would overwhelm her and force her to relent to its evil urges. Unaware of the battle raging inside his mother’s mind, Madhav was shocked to see her clutching him and her lips kissing his cheeks. “Madhu, my Madhu” Sarita murmured “Thank you my dear”Confusion reigned in Madhav’s brain. Desire and lust came welling up from his throbbing, twitching prick. But he couldn’t allow this to happen. As much as he wanted it to, he knew that it might destroy them. She mustn’t know. She mustn’t know how much he wanted her, he told himself as he tried to move his groin away from her as his mother hugged him closer.But Sarita’s thighs had moved and rested squarely on his groin, and he felt his giant penis lurch about wildly under his shorts. He felt his mother tremble suddenly. “Oh, ” he gasped, trying to move away “I’m so sorry, Amma.””That’s okay,” she said softly, slowly moving her legs, away “I understand.””You must think that I’m a terrible son,” he groaned, moving back and trying to hide his erection.”Quite, the opposite,” she smiled at him, “I think you are a wonderful son.””Even after, uh, after you saw, uh, well, uh, you know what I mean,” he stuttered, his face bright red with shame.”Even after that,” she said softly, “and maybe even because of it.””What, what do you mean?” he stuttered.”Nothing,” she sighed. “Nothing.””Amma do you want me to go away” he asker her, assuming that she wouldn’t want to continue their dangerous flirtation.”Only if you want to go ” she told him, boldly staring deep into his eyes. “Is that what you want?””Yes, uh, no, uh, oh I don’t know what I want anymore,” he blubbered.”Well, why don’t you stay with me for some time” she suggested, “and maybe we won’t have any more accidents.””Uh, I don’t know, uh, well, uh, I guess I could,” he stammered, “If you think it would be better.””I do,” she told him, as he sat down near her again. “Lie down Madhu” Sarita asked patting the pillow near her and making room for her son.How was this all going to play out?, he wondered as he lied down resting against the propped up pillow. Sarita moved closer and rested her head on her sons broad shoulder. Madhav’s hands gently stroked his mother arms.Lying on her back, feeling her son’s magical hands working their spell on her, she found herself recalling the image of his tented shorts. How could her little Madhu be so grown up, she asked herself? Why it seemed only like yesterday that he had been a little boyBut he wasn’t a boy anymore. God no. Now he was all grown up with his cock was so big and so hard. But why was he so hard? Did he find her arousing? Arousing in a sexual way. Did he love her in the same sick, despicable way she loved him? He must, she thought as she felt a flash of heat flare up from her secret place.As wickedly perverted as it was, she somehow found it sensually exciting to know that she was the reason for her son’s obvious state of sexual arousal.She couldn’t help being attracted to her son. He had always been the center of her universe. She had always doted on him, even to the point of overindulgence. So why, why wouldn’t it be logical for her to find him desirable sexually, too? But how could she take such a heinous thing and make it seem rational? It was so wrong. Wrong! Wrong? Wrong by whose standards? What could it hurt? They wouldn’t be hurting anyone else. It was just them. Just the two of them. No one else would even know.And it was painfully obvious that Madhav was just as sexually aroused as she was. Yes, it was very, very obvious that they were both infected by the same depraved sickness. The same deadly, diseased virus must be coursing through their veins. Both of them must have the same defective gene. She must have passed it on to him. It must be my fault, she feverishly thought. I must have passed the evil, corrupted gene to him while he was still inside my womb being formed. Just the thought of him being back inside of her womb again sent a gush of her warm, sticky readiness pouring out of the burning pit down between her legs.Not only had she passed on the sickly ordu escort tainted gene to him, she was now placing them both in harm’s way. Placing them in a situation so fraught with peril, there was little chance of escape. It was as if they were in a boat drifting toward a huge waterfall. But instead of trying to paddle away from it, they were paddling hell-bent for it. She knew that they were going to be washed over the edge of the violent, foaming turbulence. Be washed over it, sending both of them plunging down into, into . . . into what?She didn’t know what would happen once they were catapulted down into the waiting uncertainty. But she did know that she didn’t have the courage or desire to stop it. The room was growing hotter and hotter. She couldn’t stop thinking about Madhav. The pain and suffering Ramesh had caused made her distrustful of all men. No, not all men. All men, but one. There was one glaring exception.HER BEAUTIFUL SON, MADHAV! And now he was with her again. He was her hero. And he had fought a duel to win the right to claim her as his own. He had fought and won. Won her away from the evil Ramesh and his destructive ways.She felt so warm and safe now. She wanted to tell him that. But she was afraid. She wanted to tell him how much she loved and needed him. Tell him that he meant the world to her. But she didn’t want to consume him with her illicit love. She didn’t want to drive him away with her possessive love. She just wanted to hold him and never let him go. But how could she show him how much she loved him?He had given her life back to her and now she had to repay him by giving him her total, unconditional love. She had to give herself to him completely, purely, totally. She knew that she must make sweet, beautiful love with her son. Make love to him and show him just how much he meant to her.But even to admit such a thing was sickening.Her conscience was going berserk. How could she even consider such a thing it cried out?It was so wicked and vile, her inner self raged. You know you will go to hell if you do it, her spiritual self told her. Why she would probably go to hell for even thinking about it. But to actually do it would be so blasphemous she could already feel the fires of hell licking at her feet. Then she found herself trying to justify it to the voice within her head. Why shouldn’t a mother and her son be able to make love to each other? The bond between a mother and her son was the strongest bond of the human race. But she knew why. Why it was such a taboo? Men. Men were afraid of the love a mother felt for her son. Afraid it would be too strong. Too strong and no other man would stand a chance.So man had made a rule that mother’s couldn’t make love to their sons. That was it. She knew down deep inside of her that sex between a mother and her son could be a gentle, loving experience. But because of men, it couldn’t be allowed to happen. Her head was spinning. Had she finally convinced herself that having sex with Madhav would not be wrong?She knew that she wanted him and it was apparent that he wanted her. But, still there were lingering, nagging doubts. If they made love, would he love her afterwards? Or hate her?As she mulled over the questions, Madhav’s hand accidentally brushed against her breasts and she felt him stiffen and move his hands away, some how that act deadened the raucous complaints of her conscience. The bed sheet slipped down and he could see her heaving bosom with her blouse partly torn from the top so that her black brassier and deep cleavage was very visible. He started. “I love you so much,” she murmured, almost under her breath.”I Love you, too, Mother,” he muttered, trying to control the burning desire burning out of down in his belly.Madhav glanced down his throbbing giant was so hard and stiff, he didn’t know how long he could keep it concealed he told himself as he continued to hold his dear mother close. His hands were caressing her hands and as she shifted herself his hands rested on her belly over the bedsheet.He delicately fingered the pliant flesh for a moment, “Amma you are so nice”She looked up at him “So are you”Madhav couldn’t help but notice the change in his mother. She seemed amazingly calm under the circumstances. Here they were, sitting on a bed, her semi-naked under the sheets, him with only his Bermuda shorts on him, both of them obviously sexually aroused and yet, she seemed calm and collected. It was almost as if she had made her mind up to not let anything bother her. It was weird. He couldn’t explain it. But she most definitely had a different air about her.He could see that she was calmly watching him as he tried to look away from her body.She could see the profound effect her semi-nudity was having on her son. And why wouldn’t it, she smiled to herself. After all, she was his mother. And she knew she was a beautiful woman. He was very tightly wound, she thought, watching him furtively glancing up at her breasts as he stroked her belly. She couldn’t mistake his obvious excitement escort ordu as it was clearly evidenced by the giant protrusion jutting up under his shorts.. There was little sense in protracting his agony, she told herself. She had made up her mind, so there was no need to torment him any further. She held his hands and pressed them to her belly and slowly moved them up “It feels nice Madhu” she murmured. “You are making all the pain disappear”Sweating and trembling with excitement, he let his mother move his fingers up her belly until they were only an inch or so from the underside of her breasts. She could see the sweat glimmering wetly on his forehead.Now, she telepathically urged him on, now. Touch it. Touch me. Please. But even as she silently pleaded with him, he suddenly stopped and moved his hands away, pushing her hands down in the process. “Sorry” he said” “Why dear”? she asked as her hand moved farther and farther down until it brushed up against his granite-like hardness thrusting up under his shorts. She didn’t move.”I am so sorry Amma” his voice shookHer fingers traced his hardness, there was no hiding now. “MOTHER,” he gasped staring down at his mother touching his throbbing manhood.”Oh, Amma, please I …. I am… I don’t know …. sorry” he stammered, trying to move back.”Why are you being sorry, Amma is not upset with you” Sarita coyly said, moving her hands over his hardness“Oh, Amma,” he groaned, trying to move her hands away from his huge cock with his hands, “Please, please don’t””Why,” she said teasingly, “Why can’t I feel how much my Madhu has grown””Amma, I didn’t mean to” he sputtered, turning away from her, “don’t tease me, please don’t be upset.”He got up from the bed. She held on to his hands.”I am not upset, and I am not teasing ” she said softly, leaning down and reaching for him, “I just want to show you how much I love you. Show you how much I need you. And I think you want me, too. You must or why else would you be like that.””God, Mother, what are you saying?” he gasped, his face turning white with shock.”Do you?” she asked him, softly caressing his rock hard buttocks as he stood by his bed trembling.”Do I what?” he wanted to know, still not believing what he had just heard.”Would you like to love me?” she murmured.”Oh, For, God, MOTHER, Do you know what you are asking me?” he groaned, feeling the strength leave his legs as his knees began to quake.”Yes,” she told him, watching him start to sink to the floor but catch himself and sit down on the edge of the bed.”This can’t be happening,” he muttered, shaking his head and pinching himself, “I must be dreaming.””This is no dream,” she told him, “but, if you don’t want me, I will understand.””Oh, Mother,” he blubbered impotently, “What are you asking me to do?””I’m just asking you to love me,” she said softly, clearly in charge of the situation unlike the one earlier in the day, “Don’t you want to love your mother?””Oh Mother,” he cried “You make it sound so innocent. So easy, casual. Like it’s uh, uh, I don’t know, I.”. he got up again, and turned himself so that she cannot see his erection.”Forgive me,” she said emotionally, “I didn’t intend to make it sound that way. God knows, this is the most momentous moment in my life.”She paused, a tear trickling down her cheek as she looked deep into his eyes. “I just want to share something loving and tender with the man that I love more than anything. More than life itself. I’m sorry that it came across as casual. But I’m not sorry that I want to make love to you. I could never be sorry about that. But, if you feel that it’s wrong and you can’t do it, I will understand.”Electricity arced around the room, sparking and crackling dangerously as they stared into each other’s eyes.”Oh, Mother, I think that loving you would be the most wonderful thing ever, I have always, you know, but I he told her, wanting to be certain that his mother wanted him, “but…but are you sure?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she told him emphatically. The tension in the room was so charged, passion was flicker around them like fireflies in the night. She couldn’t breathe as she waited for him to respond. Finally, he slowly turned to face her with his hands still trying to hide the huge monster jutting out of his groin. “It is ok, I know you are hard, take your hands away son” she asked. As he moved his hands away Sarita pulled the string of his shorts and pulled it down, and the gasped.“Oh lord, Madhu” she looked up at him and then again at his cock, it was so huge, red and throbbing. “My son, it is so big, so lovely” she murmured. Her hands took his and she pulled him down “Did Amma do this to you”?Like a c***d caught doing something wrong, he guiltily sat down by his mother.”Oh, Madhav,” she gushed, taking him in her arms and pulling him to her tightly, “I Love You So Very, Very Much.””Oh, Mother, I Love You, Too Much,” he cried out, returning her embrace.They sat holding onto each other for the longest time, each of them wrapped in each ordu escort bayan other’s arms, soaking up the love that flowed between them.At last, Sarita slowly released her hold on him.As they parted, she reached down to his great, towering penile monolith. Gently wrapping her hand around thick, rigid shaft of his penis, she lovingly began to stroke him. Staring down at it longingly, she slowly ran her hand down from its great, rubbery head all the way down to the hairy base of his cock and back up to his cockhead again. Pausing for a long, dizzying moment, she cupped her hand over its giant head and gently squeezed and kneaded its firm solidity. As she did, she felt him struggling for control.”Oh, God, Mother,” he groaned, “I don’t know how long I can hold it back.””My poor, little Madhu,” she cooed intimately, “I’m sorry that I teased you so long. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. I had to be sure. So don’t hold it back, now. Let it go. We have the rest of the night, the rest of our lives to make love. Let go and come. Amma wants to taste your cum. Let Amma suck you and drink your cum.”Her vulgar, obscene words lit the fuse on the powder keg of bubbling, boiling cum inside his aching balls as she continued to gently stroke his quivering monster.As he felt her fiery fingers scorching the taut, stretched skin on his throbbing cock, he groaned and whimpered, trying to hold back the flood that was damned up inside him.Then suddenly she felt his giant cock jerk and bulge out threateningly. The upheaval was imminent. His cock, stretched as tightly as a bow string vibrated with dangerous tension as it prepared itself to erupt in her hand.Quickly, she clumsily bent down over his jutting manhood. Then, just as she opened her mouth and softly sucked the bulging head of his penis into her mouth, she felt it jerk wildly.”OhhhhmmmmyyyyyyGGGaaawwwwddddd!” Madhav bellowed out as he felt his mother’s hot, sucking mouth close down around his hypersensitive cock head.The depraved excitement of the moment overwhelmed him. With the force of a cannon firing, his gigantic cock detonated and shot out a huge spout of thick, white love-cream into his mother’s mouth. The pent up passion had built up such a load of hot, creamy cum, it immediately, filled her mouth to the point of overflowing. Sucking and swallowing as quickly as she could, she still couldn’t keep up with the great gushing torrent of hot, gummy cum that spurted from her son’s gigantic manhood. The flood of burning gunk gushed out and trickled down the shaft of his cock and onto her hand. Never had she known such virility in a man. But still, his great cock bucked and spit as gusher after gusher of his rich, potent semen poured out of it.She lost count of how many times the mighty colossus erupted in of her mouth, but at last she felt the vigor of the ejaculations begin to wane. Then, at last, his cock shuddered feebly and spurted out one final spurt of the creamy froth.As she tightly clenched the towering monolith of softening flesh, she felt it begin to weaken and die. With her hand wrapped around the withering stalk of his penis, she tenderly sucked and licked the sensitive head of his cock as it wilted.”Oh, Mother, Oh, Mother, please,” Madhav whined, at last, “I’m so sorry I came in your mouth.”Without answering him, she tenderly nibbled on the rubbery head of his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Wincing, he gently took her head in his hands and lifted her mouth up away from shrunken manhood.”What’s wrong, Madhu,” she asked him, licking his wasted cum from her lips, “Don’t you want Amma to suck on it?””It is just too sensitive, Amma,” he blubbered like a small k**.”I’m sorry, Madhu,” she cooed, “I’ll stop.”Slowly, hesitantly, she let his penis slip from her hand. Wiping her hand on the towel, she reached down and quickly peeled back the bedspread.”Get under the covers, Madhu,” she whispered to him, “you can finish your nap while I go down and make us dinner. Okay?””But, Amma,” Madhav groaned, “don’t you want me to, to . . . “”To what, Madhu,” she asked him.”How can you, you just leave? Don’t you want me to do you, too?” he asked her hesitantly”Oh dear, what all will you do to your Amma” she asked getting-up“You will have to tell me Amma, I will do everything for you” he said holding her handWe have all night, Love, remember,” she smiled down at him lovingly, “and I know that it takes men a while to recuperate.””Uh, well, uh, well okay, if you’re sure you don’t want me to, to . . . ” he sighed, physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted by the day’s eventsSlipping under the covers, he watched his mother pull them up over him, covering him from the waist down. Even though he had just shot his wad, he still felt a stir of excitement course through his penis as he watched her beautiful dangling breasts twitch and wiggle above him in her torn blouse”Relax, Madhu,” she whispered to him, softly kissing him on the lips, “And Amma will be back soon.””Mother, I Love you,” he smiled up at her, reaching out and delicately caressing one of her big, soft breasts. “I can hardly wait.””I Love you, too, Darling,” she happily chirped, standing up. Madhav watched with lust and desire as his mother slowly swished across the room. —end of part 2–

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