Conventional Mom and Incestuous Son – Part 2

Note: This is a real story. I have exaggerated just a little. And all the characters in the story are above 19. Read the previous part to continue the flow of an erotic sensation. This story contains heavy vulgar words and strong rough, and hardcore moments.

Patel saw Poorna, his Mom lustfully, and to Poorna’s concern, she saw him and felt bad while praying to the God, who gave her such kind a bastard as a son. She knows Patel did not brush or have baths for many days as she smelled the stink on his body last night.

Poor Poorna has no limit to how far she is going. Innocent and sexy. This is what Patel liked in his Mom. He saw her very passionately. She wore a Yellow Pattu Saree and a matching Green Blouse.

She sat there praying to God after taking a very good shower and keeping some flowers in her pony hair. If she stands tall, every structure of her body looks sexy. She has perfect bangles set with thick gold anklets and beautiful gold earrings.

Shekar did very well for Poorna, except for his son. Patel was continuously staring at her mother, whose looks greatly bothered Poorna. Her mind popped every damm taboo sin she made yesterday.

She felt very much uncomfortable. This is a daily routine of hers. So she turned straight by placing her hands on the ground and turning her body. The bastard felt how his mother felt embarrassed. Yet he is still thinking about what happened to his dick.

It is perfectly functioning now. As he looked at his Mom, his pants made a huge bulge. He completely remembered what happened yesterday night. Patel felt the touch of his mother’s boobs touching his chest. Patel felt his mother’s lips on his black dick. He had a huge erection after many days, almost after a year.

So he did not waste time thinking of anything. He just moved towards his Mom, facing opposite him like every son would. He went very fast and entered the Pooja room. He saw his mother with jaw-dropping and small saliva started dripping through his mouth.

Poorna, an innocent mother, felt her son’s smell and stink and opened her eyes. By the time she opened her eyes, Patel had bent down. Hugged her from the back and placed his hands on her large breast. He felt everything. He felt that heaven is not in the clouds.

But by pressing one’s mother’s boobs from behind and squeezing them till the mother screams like hell.

Patel felt everything. He felt his mother’s natural fragrance. He felt his mother’s silky touch of her thick black hair with small jasmine flowers in it. He felt the Smoothness of the Pattu saree his mother is wearing. He felt the sound of her bangles while she shivers.

On the other hand, Poor Poorna, Felt the Giant hands touch the woman’s most important part of her body. She felt like hell was not somewhere away from Earth. But when one’s son touches a woman’s private parts without her permission and consent.

Poorna felt disgusted as her son did not brush, bathe and enter the holy place in her house. She felt the flower fragrance smell in the room become stinky, ugly noisome vapourous. While Patel felt his mother’s touch as heaven, Poorna felt her son’s touch as hell.

She kept silent and let her son do whatever the God-given body he wanted. Patel placed his mouth on Poorna’s head and bit his mother’s hair, for which all the saliva entered Poorna’s hair. He hugged her tight, pulling her towards him from back and squeezing her boobs mercilessly.

Patel (to his Mom): Talk something, Bitch!

Poorna felt bad for his son’s situation as he could not do what a man could do to a woman. But then she felt his dick throbbing her back. He sat on the ground, placing his legs on either side of Poorna from the back. He pulled her mother towards him, squeezing her boobs mercilessly.

Patel: I am back, Maa.

After Poorna completed praying, she asked for forgiveness for her son also. And she freed herself and moved outside the holy room, running fast from her ugly-looking son. As she ran away from him, her gold mangalsutra came out, tucked in her cleavage.

She went to the other room crying because of her son. The choices we make follow us. In this case, Patel made the right choice to fuck his mother. And Poorna, only God knows.

Patel went to the room where his parents would sleep the night, where his dad would sleep with his mother. Now it may become his bedroom, also. As he went by, Poorna saw him wiping her red weeping eyes.

Patel (to Poorna): Why are you crying, Maa?

As Patel neared her, Poorna, who sat on the bed crying, looked him to the left. While Patel saw her big boobs from the left under her saree. He bloody want to tear that green blouse and put the nipple in his mouth like a baby. He was a meter close to her and told after placing his hands on her face and wiping her tears.

Patel: Please do not cry, Maa. (He saw the Beautiful Bed) This is where Dad fucks you in the night. Now I am going to do the same for you.

For that words, Poorna increased her weeping with a loud sound. And then he took the Mangal Sutra tied by her husband and threw it away, for which her weeping increased.

Poorna (with a guilty and sad voice): Raghu, Please listen to me. This is not right. We are making a big mistake.

Patel came close to his Mom and put his hands under her beautiful hair, and pulled her face near him.

Patel: The mistake was done yesterday by yourself. I am not doing any mistakes. I am doing what I think is correct. Please cooperate. You have made a promise to me. And I will stop everything from today. Poorna felt discomfort and happiness, just happy for her son to regain his manly hood.

Now if she wants to live also, her son won’t leave her. She knows this very well. Men run over women till she gives her body for once. Later they demand it. This is exactly what the bastard is going to do.

She thought for too long until her son squeezed every part of her body mercilessly. He started with her cheeks and went near her boobs, the navel, and ass cheeks. She stopped her crying after a long time and submitted to him.

Poorna: Promise me you will stop all of your bad habits.

Patel: I am except for you. I always dreamt of you serving me while I treat you like my wife. Now get a bottle from Dad’s drawer and mix a peg for me while massaging my legs sitting on the floor.

Poorna, not knowing what to do after listening to too many instructions. She bought a bottle, gave him a peg, sat on the floor with a Pattu yellow saree, and massaged his legs.

Patel (while looking at his Mom with a glass in his right hand): It is my dream to treat you like this. Trust me, after our sex. I will treat you like a queen. I will do all the work at home for you.

Poorna, with a mundane expression, saw her son, who was telling the truth to her.

Patel: But while we have intercourse, trust me, you will be treated like a slave.

Poorna was massaging his left leg. Patel stood up and let loose his pants and underwear, then sat on the same chair, placing his legs on each shoulder of Poorna and told.

Patel: Massage both at once.

Poorna started massaging both legs with soft hands, looking at the black cock of his son. Her son interrupted her when he pinched her ear with his right leg.

Patel: Come closer.

Poorna started moving forward, massaging his son’s legs and moving her ass front in zigzag while she was on the ground.

Patel: MORE! Closer.

She understood and directly went near his Ugly dick. She was shocked to look at it from close. She felt it was a dark, Bushy snake ready to bite.

Patel: Kiss it, Maa. Then suck my balls.

She did. And he enjoyed it. She just kissed his dick’s head and felt the heat radiating through his dick. Like a lava about to explode. She licked his balls like a slut while her son had more than two pegs. She was massaging his legs and feeling the tightness in his balls. She understood he may cum anytime by now.

Suddenly Patel stood up and pushed her head towards his dick. He slapped her back very hard, for Poorna felt her soul leave her body while she was gagging to put a giant in her mouth. When the time came, Patel just washed the walls of his mother’s throat with very thick semen pulling his mother’s hair mercilessly.

Patel: Thank you, Maa. Today is the day I am looking for years. I will just come.

He went leaving his mother’s throat with hot semen. She fell to the ground and cried for help. But she only got more pain while Patel got more pleasure.

Poorna was completely guilty that she had never given a blowjob to her husband. But her son took it away while she pleaded. For once, she thought whether he was her child or not. Patel enters the room with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some curd.

Patel: Stand up, Maa.

He put all the things aside on the bed. Poorna stood up silently, not knowing what her son would do to her. She is completely petrified and shocked to see her son’s dick still on. She was half wet while she was giving a blowjob. Now she might get the other half done.

He bluntly, “CHAP”, slapped her and took her Pallu off from her beautiful breast. Her tears again started coming out of her eyes. He took her yellow saree off her and lit it with his lighter. Poorna was shocked for letting her Pattu Saree worth twenty thousand get to ashes.

The room was filled with smoke while Poorna stood in a petticoat and green blouse. Poorna took her petticoat off her after listening to her son. The same fate was written to the petticoat. It turned into ashes. Now Patel’s Bitch stood on blouse and lingerie only.

Patel: This is how I wanted to see you since I began my masturbation.

Patel placed his hand on his mother’s boobs. Irrespective of her consent, he squeezed the boobs mercilessly while tears dripped from her eyes. Patel licked the tears coming out of her mother’s eyes. He kissed his bitch very hard, pulling her neck.

Placing one hand under Poorna’s hair and the other hand continuing the squeezing till she cries more in pain. Poorna can not take this as her son did not brush for many days. And he did not even bathe for many days. Patel felt discomfort as his mother stopped crying and bit her lip hard.

Patel: Bloody Maa, Bitch, cry even Louder.

Poorna can not bear the pain, while Patel can not bear the whole pleasure. He placed his hands on her green blouse and tore it into pieces. “CHAP.” He slapped his mother’s giant boobs with his rough hands. It got more tears in her eyes, and he tore her lingerie too.

Now Patel’s bitch stood naked. He took his shirt off. Now both the Bitch and Bastard are naked. Just like newly married couples for their honeymoon.

Patel (loudly): Hug me, my Queen.

Patel hugged her Mom naked while his dick throbbed her white thighs. Patel placed his hands in his Mom’s thick black hair. He took the rubber band off her hair, making her hair loose just like every son would do to his mother.

“BANG” A lightning Bolt as it was heavy rain season. And suddenly the power went down due to a transformer issue in their area. For this, both hugged more time than usual. In the darkness, Patel squeezed his mother’s boob.

Patel (in the dark): It is good for you. Think of me as your husband, Maa.

He took his mobile and switched on the torch. He took his bitch to the bed, where his mother and father would have sex. He sat first and took his bitch on his lap. His dick was touching his stomach and his Mom’s thigh. Patel took his Mom’s big lips and chewed them for five minutes.

He squeezed her boobs with his left hand and pulled her neck, keeping his right hand under her hair. Patel bit her lips hard a few times, for which she moaned in the dark. “Aah,” this aroused Patel more. He increased his pace till she moaned loud enough in pain.

He flipped the phone on the bed facing the torch up and, “CHAP”, slapped his mother. She had stopped moaning for his squeezing. Then he stood up and let his mother sleep, moving her body back. Squeezing her boobs till her hips crossed the edge of the bed.

Patel: Here I go, Maa.

He took the curd and poured it on the clean pussy of his mothers. Poorna felt different gratification when a chilled liquid touched her womanly area. Patel threw the curd packet and told his Mom.

Patel: Filthy, bitch. Does your husband even taste your pussy?

Poorna thought her husband would do the same but with Hershey’s syrup. Then she realised Patel was his son only. And Patel bent down and, “CHAK”, hit his head on his bitch’s pussy. She moaned of pure arousal. She held his head In satisfaction from heart and tears from eyes.

Patel drilled his bitch hard till he ate the last drop of curd. Patel put his tongue deep inside her pussy till her G Spot. He drilled it with his tongue, for which his bitch stopped her tears and started moaning loud. He completed it in no time and came near her mouth.

Patel: I know you enjoy it, bitch. Now come and suck my ass.

And he grabbed her head and yanked it towards his ass and placed his ugly fucking ass on his mother’s face. She was disgusted by this. He rubbed her face to his ass while she was getting vomiting sensations of the smell. He took her head, pulled his bitch’s hair and threw her on the bed.

Then he took her hips near the edge of the bed. He placed Poorna’s left leg on his shoulder. He held her right leg with his right hand and placed his left hand on her left boob. He slowly inserted his ugly black cock in her pussy, where he came from.

Then slowly, he made in-and-out motions as his Mom started screaming with tears in her eyes. This was Patel’s dream. And this was Poorna’s nightmare.

Patel: Listen, bitch, this how a man should fuck.

Poorna: Ahhh. You are total shit born out of my womb.

Patel slapped his bitch mother hard for talking more while making in-and-out motions. The teary eyes drop. Her mother’s large set of bangles sounds. Her gold anklets were near his ear on top of it. His slapping on her face for her moaning made his dick bigger. He showed more pain to his mother.

Patel: I want your boobs to touch my chest, bitch.

Then he set her free. He took her onto the bed and slept on her locking her hands. Locking her legs with both his legs after inserting the dick in her pussy. Then fucking the 70 kg Milf in missionary. Squeezing her left boob with the right hand on top of it, bitting her beautiful neck.

He fucked his Mom like a dog fucking another dog on the road but not in doggy. He took his left hand on her hands and placed it back of her, holding her hair tight and pulling it back.

Patel: Hug me, Maa. Tightly. Else

She understood and hugged the bastard tight. Her big boobs touched his chest, and her neck got bitting by his teeth. Her hair was getting pulled back like hell. A perfect nightmare for a woman. She has left with the only option to moan loud as, “Ahhh.”

Patel: Now tell your husband that I am going to marry anyone. (“Thu”, spat on her face) And remember one thing, Maa. I will never leave you even if I get married.

Showing more pain to his mother, he came in her pussy after his Mom’s. He stood in that position for two minutes and sat on the bed. He ensured his mother slept like that by placing his hand on her boobs and pinning her to bed. Power came by then. He took his phone and messaged Sneha while he lit his cigarette.

Patel: I want to meet you. Urgent.

Sneha: Not interested.

Patel opened his camera, took a photo of his dick, and sent it to her.

Patel: You did not marry till now, right?

Sneha: No. I didn’t. You?

Patel: No. Come to the same OYO.

He was left with more than two puffs of his cigarette. He does not have an ashtray. He used his mother’s breast as an ashtray. He placed the filter, which had some fire and pressed it against the soft boobs of his mother. She moaned in agony. And he gave an ointment to her.

Patel: This is for slapping me since childhood. I am going out. I will come in an hour. Get a bath and get ready for the next round.

Then he went to OYO to meet Sneha. She took the room and waited for him. She was interested in him because he got more fortunate. He went, shocked to see the woman turned more beautiful in a black kameez. She was greeting him, and he went and kissed her without her consent.

Just like before, he held her head and pulled her down. And she did the same. But this time, she saw a giant snake. He face-fucked her like a BBC till she pleaded. He fucked her pussy till she screamed. She never had sex in her lifetime like this.

He silently stood up, wore his clothes and started getting going.

Sneha: Do I tell my parents about our relationship?

Patel: What relation?

And then Patel threw some money in her face and told

Patel: I know you are a gold-digger. No one wants to marry you. So try to change from now onwards.

Sneha: Then why did you call me and have sex?

Patel: Because you hurt my feelings before. Bye, I am leaving. Adios.

Then he went from there. Later he went home and took care of his mother. He fucked her rough again in the night and took care of her, and this went on.

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