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Ajay Completes What Mom Had Started - Pt. - 1

They had fallen asleep just from the comfort of being in each other's arms. In terms of satiation what they had consumed was just an appetizer; or the taking off of the edge of mad desire.

Dipti had just taken the first few steps in reclaiming her son Ajay from the influence of his aunt (her co-sister: that would be her husband's brother's wife). The aunt, Shobha, had taken the nineteen year old boy in a night of happy mistakes, when she entered her nephew's room and proceed to fellate him thinking it to be her husband. She realized the mistake very early, but it was too late from the point of view of the boy's unbridled lust having been unleashed. What followed was the woman satisfying her lust with a stud, and the boy having lost his virginity to the mature loving woman that was his aunt.

Dipti had noticed the coming and going in the night, and when Shobha confessed to what had happened, Dipti had felt the stirrings of a shameful lust for her own son. What was meant to be just a look at her son's sleeping form, ended up with her intending to masturbate him. And what has started as masturbation ended up with her going down on him and stroking and sucking him to cum. And then they had fallen asleep. The son had suckled his mother, and in the comfort of her arms drifted off. The mother had slept but torn between wanting more and wanting to stay the night.

Ever since Ajay had fucked his aunt, his cock would not subside. He had one prolonged erection which would recede only after he masturbated and within a very short time, it would be back again, swollen and demanding. Now, the very next night after his time with his chachi (aunt) his mother had pleasured him. That was a few hours ago and the testimony to that passage of time was his rejuvenated erection. He awoke, and realized he was in bed with a woman. That woman was his mother. When she had entered his room and taken his cock from his fist into her own hand, he had in his drowsy state, imagined it to be his aunt. When he discovered it was his mom he wanted to move away but his mother had taken him to a level of pleasure which was easy to succumb to.

As he lay there thinking of the events of the previous 24-odd hours, being taken by two women, his cock became raging hard in its state of arousal. His mother lay on his arm, her back to him. He turned towards her and snuggled up to her, his chest rubbing against her back and his arms going around her front. He remembered the aroused nipples that he had sucked as he snuggled in her arms before falling asleep. His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers found those nipples. He tugged at them and stroked the flesh, palming the nipple time and again. He hoped it would cause his mother to stir; maybe she would wake up and fuck him. He wanted to feel the woman, her wetness and her fucking.

He pressed close to her ass and aligned his cock along her ass and humped her through their clothing. He simulated fucking her, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her nightdress. Slowly he tried to lift his mother's gown but it was pinned under her. She stirred in her sleep and reached behind as she caressed his head.

"Beta, kya kar rahe ho?" she murmured. (Son, what are you doing?)

He kissed her ear and opened his mouth to say something, but he was at a loss for words. What could he say; that he wanted to fuck her? He thought it better to just kiss her and so he proceeded to give her ear a wet kiss. Dipti sighed as she felt the warmth and the arousal that his mouth caused. Her hand found his hand and she led his fingers to her crotch. She raised her upper leg, knee bent, giving him access to the waiting pussy. Ajay ran his fingers on the furry patch of hair. He tried to delve deeper but the hair was an obstruction and the young man had neither the experience nor the guts to go beyond and discover.

Dipti held his fingers and guided it still closer, her hand showing his fingers the edge of the crevasse. She pulled open her own flesh and stuffed his hands in, the initial wetness helping him prod further. She felt soft and he was afraid he might hurt her by trying to push in harder. Then the boy's hand swiftly moved away and he came at her from behind, between the legs under the ass and probed the same lips from bottom upward. He found a less hairy end of her cunt, and more wet and his fingers crept up the valley, going deeper as he climbed higher. Now his fingers entered the wet inner pool but it was middle finger which was ideally positioned. It slid in and the boy finger fucked his mom.

She gasped and wangled her legs to a wider position, the cunt gaping open and hardly fulfilled by a single finger sawing in and out. She moved her knees close and squeezed her thighs together, and it gave her immense pleasure as her flesh closed in on that one invading finger. And she flapped her knees open and shut like that several times, feeling the pleasure from the movement.

Ajay leaned on his elbow and reached over his mom. He knew she wanted more than one finger and he was now able to slide in two fingers into what was clearly a far more juiced up cunt.

"Oh beta!" sighed Dipti, pulling his face and turning to kiss him with an open waiting mouth.

He raised her leg now and his cock nosed her ass, staining her flesh. The son angled his cock to try entering mom from behind. She gasped at the audacity of the boy. She reached for his cock from between her thighs and directed the head to her cunt lips. She reamed her cunt with his wet cock, painting herself with his juices. He angled himself more, searching for the way in. she held him there when the angle was right. "Now push," she whispered. It did not even cross her mind that she was about to commit the ultimate act of incest. Ajay gripped her breast with his lower hand which was still wrapped around her chest. His other hand held his cock even as his mom made sure the trajectory of the missile was right. He thrust forward and sank into his mother's flesh with a shudder.

"Oh ma! You are so wet, so delicious, so exciting!" he gasped as he slid in deep and settled into her womb. His hand was now on her hip, pulling her close to him so as to embed him as far as he could. He could feel that there was more to go deep into her, but he seemed able to only fuck with the first part of his cock. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhhh! Beta, chod mujhe, fuck me!" pleased his mother.

The boy was shocked at the language but he could relate to her uncontrolled desire. He held his mother's hips and fucked her hard from behind.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, betaaaaaaaaaaaa! Isn't this what we wanted, my son, my love, my dearest?" she sobbed with pleasure. She could feel his fullness more than her husband had ever driven into her. But from her waking to her fucking was very quick and she wanted more control. She raised herself a bit and drove her ass back at the cock now firmly wedged between her legs. She pounded back and he pounded into her. They both grunted and squealed their pleasure and their effort at the fucking they were giving each other.

"Take mom, take. Tumhe yahi chahye than na?" he wailed, hammering away, enjoying the pleasure of the vast expanse of her skin which was caressing him in this position.

Suddenly, Dipti got too aggressive and the cock slipped out, the wet pillar smearing itself on her ass. "Haaaaaieeeee! No. Come back, here, here, take me!" she pleaded thrusting her ass back at him holding her legs apart, the upper one well in the air.

The inexperienced lad groaned as he thrust and shoved in vain. Then he pulled his mother back till she was flat on her back. Dipti held up her legs, knees bent in the classic missionary position that she had been used to taking for her husband. Ajay got between her legs. Once again, he needed help. Dipti reached between them and grabbed his cock, slippery and slithering with their juices. She guided the cock to her cunt and quickly her hands raced to grab his shoulder and ass and take his thrust in.

Ajay looked down at this mother's crazed face, the night gown wide open at the chest and large breasts lying flat and shimmering in the lights of the night. Somewhere, the necklace signifying her married status, the mangalsutra glinted in the reflections of night. He thrust forward and groaned loudly as the cock slide straight in, deep into the hot bubbling chasm. Dipti wailed her acceptance of the manhood in her with a loud "Haaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh! Haan beta, haan! Uh. Uh. Ha- uh. Huh. Hai! Yes!" she grunted with every animal thrust from her son.

He was wider, harder and more muscled than his father, she thought, bizarrely. The pleasure was amazing, with the excitement brought on by illegitimacy only greater. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder, his back and his ass as her hands raked her young lover's body.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on to her body as they continued to fuck. She twisted and turned her hips. She felt open and accepting. Fluids gushed down the love channel and the bed below them slowly but surely grew damp.

Ajay leaned forward to suck her breast. The combined effect of being sucked and fucked was too much for her. The biting at the breast led to tingling at the cunt. She exploded in one round of hot fluid orgasms as her body wracked and wriggled; every pore in her body exploded.

"Oh! Betaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" she blabbered, unmindful of the night and the noises it carried. Equally unmindful, she dug her nails into his ass and back deep enough to make red marks on one side, and draw blood on the other.

She pulled him down and hugged him to her, her face in the crook of his shoulder and head and she laughed as she felt her cunt tremble and fibrillate around his pulsing cock.

He was far from over and that she knew. And she knew how she wanted him to finish. She held him so close and cupped his ass so tightly that the only movement he could achieve was by wiggling his ass and humping her without moving his body.
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