Fucking My Pious Mom Bharati

My mother Bharati stands at 5’4″, and is always clad in solid colored cotton sarees that coves her from the head to the toe. She is a meek, mousy woman, who always keeps to herself. Except for her evening visits to the nearby temple, or an occasional visit to the market, she hardly gets out of the house.

But she wasn’t always like this. It’s only since my dad’s passing that she withdrew into a shell. As far as I could remember, mom was a lively woman, who was fun to be around.

I, on the other hand, had always been a troubled child since my school days. Not a month would pass by without my teachers complain to my parents about me. Be it about my bad academics, or the fights I would get into.

By the time I finished school, my father had given up on me and we would rarely look eye to eye, let alone speak. He didn’t even bother with my higher education, and I spent my summer holidays loafing all day, coming home late at night and not bothering about my future.

My mother, Bharati, however, believed I had great potential. She was the bridge between me and dad. She took a special interest in me and forced me to apply for a few colleges, although my marks were abysmally low. My father was dead against getting me a payment seat, so I had to make do for my degree in a low-grade college that had hardly any prospects. I would have been better off doing nothing instead of going to the college.

With my father being selectively absent, and with me falling into bad company, my academic performance worsened. I failed in the first year itself and was least bothered about it. My mother, cried the whole night the day I got my results.

The sudden death of my father a few days later, due to an unrelated medical condition seemed to change everything. My mother, a simple housewife, was completely lost. I stood in the forefront for the funeral and took care of the entire thing single-handedly. I got all the paperwork done and ensured that dad’s insurance, pension etc was handled appropriately.

Also, I took a special interest in studies and started working really hard. By the time I finished college, I had already bagged a job offer on my own, while the rest of my classmates were just as clueless as I was when I had joined the college.

It was the first time since dad’s death that I had seen mom smile. She hugged me tightly for a long time. I held my mother as she began to cry out of joy, leaving a wet patch of her tears on my chest.

“I am so proud of you, beta,” mom said, kissing my cheeks. “And I am sorry, I couldn’t take care of you properly these past few years.”

“No mom, I am sorry for being such a hard child all these years. I promise you, I’ll make up for all that from now!” I said, holding her cheeks in my hands.

We hugged each other one last time and parted. That’s when mom’s pallu came loose and dropped to the floor, exposing her colossal tits, contained within her tight blouse. It looked like the hooks on her blouse were strained to the fullest, and the tightly packed breasts created a deep, long cleavage, which I was seeing for the first time.

My eyes were transfixed on her body long after mom had covered herself up hurriedly. Although the ‘show’ lasted for just a few seconds, the image of her beauty was imprinted permanently in my brain.

“Sorry!” mom said, smiling sheepishly. I snapped out of my trance and looked away awkwardly as she went away to take care of the days’ chores. It was only then did I realize the raging hardon in my pants. I quickly slipped into the bathroom to take care of myself.

As much as I tried, I couldn’t get rid of the image of mom’s ginormous breasts out of my mind, and I ended up giving into my dirty thoughts. I came like a fire hose, spurting out thick juicy cum on the bathroom walls, to the mental images of my own mother.

As my dick grew limp in my hands, I felt extremely guilty for what I had just done. I knew it was wrong and vowed that that would be the last time. I washed up and got out of the bathroom, only to see mom sitting on the bed, folding the clothes.

She had her back turned towards me, and I could see her smooth back and parts of her waist folds. Every time she lifted her arms to fold the clothes, I was rewarded with glimpses of her breasts. Suddenly, I felt my dick growing in size once again. I slipped back into the bathroom once again and jerked off. This time, I was fantasizing about my mother wholeheartedly.

“Stomach upset?” mom asked when I got out of the bathroom.

“Ye.. yes mom… a little bit,” I said.

Mom got up and came to me, and felt my forehead for temperature. I averted my eyes down, afraid of looking into her eyes. My eyeballs naturally landed on her chest. Mom’s breasts were mere millimeters from my chest. I could just touch them if I leaned in a little.

“You’re fine. Stop eating junk from outside!” She said in a typical motherly fashion. I smiled at her apologetically.

Mom went back to folding the clothes, softly humming an old Hindi song. I kept my gaze transfixed on her. This was the first time I was looking at mom as a woman, and not just as my mother.

I noticed the contours of her body, which was quite prominent, although covered in layers of clothing. I noticed the folds of her hips which looked like they were made to be gripped by my strong hands. The sweat beads on her back, just below her neck glittered like the night time stars.

Mom suddenly turned around and raised her eyebrows, as if asking what I was looking at.

I just shook my head and left the room quietly.

From that moment, I was a changed man. I began to hang around mom for a lot longer than before, rather than being hole up in my room in the midst of books. Now that I didn’t have to study seemed to help. Mom didn’t seem to mind this new attention I was giving her, rather she seemed to welcome it. I would hanker for a glimpse of her hidden treasures, while she would go on and on about her day or reminisce on the time dad was alive or one of my childhood antics.

Our physical contact became much more frequent. I would casually hug her, either directly or from behind almost every chance I got. Mom would hug me back and kiss my cheeks. I would casually graze my hands over her back or her ass, and would never miss a chance to crush her ginormous breasts on my chest.

In addition, I would linger around mom’s room when she went to take a bath, hoping to catch her in a compromised position. I even started peeping into the cracks and the keyhole to get a glimpse of her sexy body.

With me working as well, we had a considerably expendable income. So I began taking mom shopping and to the movies almost every week.

“Oh, you don’t have to waste your money on your poor mother like this!” she would complain almost every time I suggested we go out.

I would just hug her tightly and say, “If not you, then whom will I spend on, mom?”

Mom would blush and hug me back. “Maybe you should save up for your future wife. Don’t you want to take her out to the movies and shopping like this?”

“Maybe. I am practicing for that right now with you!” I said, arresting her generous body in mine.

“Oh! Now I understand, you don’t really care for me then!” mom said, faking sadness and over exaggerating.

“No mom, I really like to take you out. I want to treat you like a queen!” I said, pulling her closer and hugging her tighter. My dick was starting to grow inside my pant, making a considerable bulge.

“You’ve done so much for me all these years. I just want to keep you happy, and give you pleasures even dad hasn’t given you.” I kissed her cheek, dangerously close to her lips.

“Really?” mom’s voice had reduced to a whisper. I could feel her breast press against my chest rhythmically as her breathing got labored and heavy. I could feel her warm breath on my face, which turned me on.

“Mom…” I deliberately pushed my hardness on mom’s crotch, and she let out a low, surprised moan. My hands traveled down her back and rested gently on her ass.

“What are you doing?” mom asked in a low voice but made no attempt at stopping me.

“Nothing, mom,” I said, kissing her gently on her cheeks. But this was not the kiss of a son to his mother, this was the kiss of a lover. Mom gripped my shoulders tightly as I continued to kiss her and press my manhood on her.

My hands gripped her ass firmly. I kissed both her cheeks, then her forehead, then her chin, and both her eyes. I put on hand on her cheek and brought my lips to hers.

Gently, I kissed her dry lips a couple of times, wetting them with my saliva. I parted my lips and took her lower lip in mine and sucked on it gently. As I pulled away, a string of saliva bridged between my lips and hers. Mom’s lips parted a bit, and I dove right in before the string of saliva broke and slid my tongue through her pearly white teeth.

Feeling my tongue inside her warm, moist mouth was like a shot of viagra and my dick got harder, almost bursting out of my pants. I got too excited and grabbed mom’s ass and squeezed it tightly.

Mom suddenly shook up to reality and tried pushing me off gently, but I was too excited and horny and held her tightly – grabbing her ass with one hand and her face with the other, while she tried to weasel away from me.

“No, beta” mom begged, turning away from me. “Leave…. this is… ufff”

I forced myself on her ignoring her pleas. My hand went from her cheek to the back of her head. With the base of her hair firmly between my fingers, I jerked her head back and began kissing her chin and her neck, occasionally licking her bare skin.

“Mom… you taste like honey and salt…” I blurted out in between kissing her. Mom was still struggling to get away from me but she was attested in my strong grasp.

Mom’s struggled subsided, and she started caressing my hair. I moved her pallu with my face and began kissing her sexy cleavage. I let go of her hair, and pulled down her pallu with my free hand, exposing her gigantic breasts squished inside her tight blouse. Excited, like a kid in a candy store, I put my hand on her boobs and gave it a good squeeze.

“Aah mom, I have wanted to do this to you for so long!” I moaned.

“Ufff beta…. Nooo, this is wrong..” mom squealed.

“Noo mommm… you need a real man in your life. Let me take care of you and satisfy you in every way…” I held her tighter and pushed my hard dick on her.”

I pulled down her pallu and buried my face in her cleavage. Mom grabbed my hair tightly and began pulling it and caressing it. I pulled out mom’s saree from her waist, and it dropped down without any support to hold it together, exposing mom’s voluptuous waist and magnificent breasts.

I leaned towards mom and kissed on her quivering lips. Mom wasn’t resisting anymore, and we began smooching passionately like first time lovers.

Mom started pulling my t-shirt off of me. I lifted my hand and we broke the kiss for a moment to get rid of my shirt. She pulled down my shorts, along with my underwear, and I kicked them off, exposing my raging manhood to my mom. I bucked my hips into hers, still kissing. Mom held my face tenderly while our tongues wrestled inside our mouths, while I began mauling her ass.

I lifted mom’s petticoat up to her waist, put my hand underneath it and began rubbing her pussy over her panties. Mom let out a low moan as I caressed her wet panties. I slid the hem of the panties aside, exposing her swollen pussy to the open.

I slid my finger into her wet slit. Mom shuddered at my daring touch, and I could feel her pussy lips tighten around my finger. I pushed in another finger and began massaging her velvety soft insides. Mom was like putty in my hands and was squirming under pleasure.

“Wait! Let’s go inside.” Mom said, leading me towards her room. Once near the bed, we smooched some more, and mom pushed me on the bed. As I lay, with my legs dangling on the side, mom knelt down and started kissing my thighs.

She moved up slowly, kissing and caressing my balls with her lips. She licked the entire shaft of my dick from the base to the top. Once at the top, she clasped her lips lightly around the head and pushed down my foreskin, and my dick head unfurled inside her mouth. Mom didn’t stop there and continued till the top of my dick was touching the back of her throat.

Mom began sucking my dick like a champion, slurping her saliva that was wetting my dick. I felt like I was on the brink of cumming, and pulled mom off of my dick. Mom winked at me, and asked: “How was it, beta?” and bit her lower lip sexily.

I pulled mom up on me, and we fell on the bed together, I began kissing her passionately again. My hands were busy working her blouse hooks. Once I released them, I started to fumble with her bra hooks. Mom helped me with those, watching me struggle and finally, her gigantic breasts were out in the open.

I was mesmerized by the size and the beauty of mom’s breasts. They were heavy and fair, like a pair of peeled muskmelons. Each breast had coin-sized areolas and big, nubby nipples in the center. I took each of her melons in either of my hands and squeezed them hard. Then I took the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and began twisting them gently.

I wasted no time and lunged forward to take in a mouth full of her breast. I began sucking on them, alternating between each of her breasts until they were dripping wet with my saliva.

“Ohhh mommm…” I moaned uncontrollably. Mom whimpered inaudibly.

In the meantime, mom had already removed her petticoat, and my free hand was caressing her smooth inner thighs. I raised my hand higher, tilly my finger found her love nest. Mom was enjoying every bit of it.

I was ready to enter her then. I got off her breasts, kissed her on her lips and positioned my dick on her pussy entrance. Mom spat on her fingers, and rubbed her saliva on my dick, lubricating it.

She spread her thighs apart, exposing the pink insides of her pussy. She rubbed the tip of my cock on the wet pussy lips and she guided me inside her. Once the pink head was inside her, I arched forward and pushed my throbbing penis inside her wet, warm vagina.

“Aaaahhh…. ufffff…. slowlyyy betaa!!” Mom moaned, shutting her eyes tightly and grabbed my buttocks with both her hands. I lodged my dick deep inside her pussy and began smooching her neck and cheeks.

I started pumping my rod into her. “Aahh mom… mom… I love you, mom…”

“Uff beta… fuck me, fuck your mom’s pussy… make me your bitch…” mom started dirty talking to me. With each stroke of mine, the fire in her pussy only grew. We both began kissing and licking each other’s faces and lips. Occasionally looking into each other’s eyes, before mom looked away in shyness.

As my intensity increased, mom put her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into her. She hugged me tightly and was moaning my name, and asking me to fuck her dirtily. This made me even more excited and I bucked harder and deeper into her. Soon, I ejaculated thick spurts of my cum inside her velvety sweet pussy and continued to bang her till my dick softened.

I fell on top of her sweaty body, exhausted and breathing heavily. Mom loosened her legs around me, and caressed my hair, relaxing me. When my dick softened completely and slipped out of her pussy, I rolled off of her and slept on my back. Mom got up and examined her freshly fucked pussy, and the puddle of our mixed love juices on the bedsheet.

“Look what you did. Now I have to change the bedsheets!” Mom cribbed, mocking me.

“Don’t worry, mom. Next time, we will throw down a towel.” I said, caressing her naked back.

“Oh, so you think there will be a next time?” Mom asked, winking at me. I pulled her on me and smooched her lips.

“Next time, I want you on top of me,” I said between our kisses. Mom turned away in shyness. “Kinky fellow!” mom whispered while burying her face into my chest.