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The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife.He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. I ate those hair, kissed the panty, sucked it n masturbated. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Mummy …ko dudhu do na Le beta…jitna marzi le na My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.“munnu (my nick name)! You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…I went to her room. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for. I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse.