I am proud of my mother

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He married his wife Mara last year, and she is now pregnant and at her mother's house awaiting delivery. Anand hadn't had sex for about two months, so he started masturbating while fantasizing about his wife to relieve his sexual frustration. But slowly, he found it difficult to become aroused when he thought of his wife. Then, he discovered a strange desire deep inside him—why not try out the scenes from the incest novel he'd read the night before? The heroine in it looked so much like his forty-five-year-old mother! Thinking of this, Anand's penis was hard, and he jumped out of bed quickly, rushing down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping to see his sexy and beautiful mother lying in a seductive sleeping position. His father was away on a business trip these days. He slowly pushed open the master bedroom door and looked inside. His mother was lying languidly in the middle of the double bed, the sheets softly covering her delicate body in her sleep. Anand felt a surge of ecstasy at the thought of his father being away. He slowly approached his mother's bed, gazing intently at the sleeping beauty before him. She was so beautiful, so sexy. Anand couldn't resist moving closer, gently pulling back the sheet, his eyes fixed on his mother's sensual breasts, tightly encased in her underwear. These breasts were far fuller and more shapely than his wife Mara's. He wanted to caress and suckle those delicate mounds, but what he desired even more was to see his mother's beautiful vulva, partially hidden by her snow-white thighs. So he slowly lifted the sheet covering his mother's thighs. To his ecstatic delight, when he lifted the sheet, he found his sleeping mother's thighs spread open. When his mother's beautiful vulva, covered with neatly trimmed pubic hair, was revealed before him, Anand's heart began to pound. With trembling hands, he parted his mother's wet, swollen labia, gazing at her overflowing vulva, pondering the unspoken, hungry sexual signals his mother was unconsciously emitting. The naked, wide-open mother before him had appeared countless times in his fantasies. When his hand moved to his mother's buttocks, Anand saw her entire naked vulva—what a beautiful protrusion! He stared at it for several seconds, unable to contain himself. The alluring mature woman on the bed, though over forty, seemed untouched by time; her delicate, mature body resembled that of a charming young woman, surpassing even the young models in "Teenage" magazines. A lewd smile crossed his face, and Anand gently climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his mother's open thighs. He inhaled the sandalwood-scented, intoxicating fragrance of her vulva, finding this scent, so different from his wife's, heartbreaking. He carefully spread his mother's smooth, sexy thighs further, then bent down to kiss the glistening, narrow slit of her vulva. He curled his tongue, freely entering and exiting the tender, beautiful passage—a sensation he found irresistible. Meanwhile, Anand began to caress his mother's bare abdomen and smooth, sexy inner thighs, teasing her damp, curly pubic hair with his fingertips. Anand could feel the heat emanating from his mother's vulva; he was completely captivated by the voluptuous body before him. He raised his head, reached out to stroke his mother's neatly arranged pubic hair, and slowly inserted his fingers into her beautiful opening. His mother moaned softly, instinctively responding to the external assault; it seemed she was having a lewd dream of intercourse while fast asleep. Next, Anand inserted a second finger into his mother's honeyed opening, thrusting in and out of the alluring body in her sleep while closely observing her reactions. Soon, her honeyed opening was thoroughly explored and wet, and nectar flowed from his hand, soaking the sheets beneath them. Greedy Anand bent down once more, greedily sucking the sandalwood-scented, delicious nectar. Just as his nimble tongue darted in and out of his mother's smooth vagina, she opened her eyes. When she saw her son's head working diligently between her spread thighs, she felt an intoxicating sensation. Although she knew this shouldn't be happening, the overwhelming pleasure compelled her to give in. While enjoying the intense excitement, she grasped Anand's head, pressing it tightly against her thirsty entrance. Like other mothers, Amuhua felt a profound sense of loss and jealousy when her son Anand got married. She couldn't accept that her beloved son had suddenly been taken away by another stranger. She had fantasized about Anand one day leaving his wife and returning to her side, even though she knew such thoughts were wicked. Now, her own son was on top of her, doing what she had longed for deep down, which filled her with extreme excitement. As Anand covered her fragrant lips with his burning passion, passionately sucking the intoxicating nectar with his tongue, Amuhua trembled uncontrollably, moaning softly. Consumed by lust, she disregarded any sense of shame. Her entrance was stretched wider by her son's head, and the secretions of their illicit lovemaking flowed freely. Anand, like a thirsty dog, devoured the nectar secreted for him. He pressed his hands firmly against Amuhua's buttocks, allowing his tongue to penetrate her honeyed depths to its maximum extent. With persistent effort, his tongue finally reached the exit that had given him life. Anand's masterful tongue technique drove Amuhua to the brink of ecstasy. Anand rode passionately between Amuhua's legs, wanting to shove his entire head into his mother's vagina. When his nimble tongue once again curled and plunged deep into her honeyed depths, Amuhua suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over as she reached her first orgasm. Amuhua, lost in a daze, entered their own blissful world. Anand's tongue, like a penis, moved in and out of her tender, trembling honeypot, the incestuous pleasure filling Anand's intoxicated heart. Amuhua, empty and yearning, felt the same way; the unethical mother-son relationship brought her unprecedented pleasure. As they passionately enjoyed each other's bodies, they no longer saw their mother-son relationship as an obstacle, but rather indulged in lovemaking like a pair of lovers. With each touch of Anand's nose, Amuhua's clitoris reacted noticeably, her moans grew louder, and her honeypot began to tremble, making it increasingly difficult for Anand to breathe. Before long, Anand was also nearing ecstasy. "Ahhhhh! Suck me, Anand! Suck me hard with your lips! I'm coming, ohhhhhh!" Amuhua's vaginal opening widened under her son's tongue's ministrations, and she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her abundant nectar flowed down her son's chin, slowly soaking her plump buttocks. Amuhua could also feel the climax building within her, waves of intense pleasure washing over her entire body. She pressed down hard on the head that was sucking her vagina, screaming and trembling before the orgasm arrived… A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed into Anand's mouth, then overflowed and streamed down his cheeks. And so, Amuhua reached orgasm after orgasm under her son's teasing tongue, until finally collapsing weakly onto the bed. The young man gazed at his mother, his chin still pressed against her vagina, staring at her full breasts and erect nipples. Amuhua also lowered her head and smiled, gazing lovingly at the man she had longed for day and night. “Want to have sex with me, Anand?” she gasped, bringing her breath close to his mouth. “Do you want to have sex with Mom?” “Oh, of course! I want to have sex with you! It’s been my long-held desire.”Anand said. Amuhua then knelt between her son's strong thighs, reaching out to grasp his swollen, erect penis, and began to stroke it vigorously up and down. Then, Amuhua allowed her dazed son to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full breasts. The thirsty son pounced on his mother's breasts and began to suckle passionately, taking almost half of her breast into his mouth and licking it incessantly, like a newborn child returning to its mother's embrace. Amuhua began to moan softly, while tightly holding her son's head. She remembered how her young son loved to suckle her nipples whenever he had the chance, a habit that was forbidden when he was five years old due to her husband's strong opposition. But to be honest, she loved that feeling; when her son passionately suckled her full breasts, her lower body would even become wet. And now, her son had returned to her embrace, his kisses and suckling giving her a long-lost excitement. "Anand, fuck me, put your penis into Mommy's vagina, I can't wait any longer." Amuhua whispered in her son's ear. Anand, upon hearing this, stood up, pulled down his trousers, and aimed his already erect penis at his mother's vulva. He slowly adjusted his pace, moving gently. Amuhua trembled and moaned, feeling the warmth of her son's penis. Slowly, Anand began to move his hips, thrusting his long, firm penis in and out of his mother's wet vagina with varying depths. Amuhua sat up, staring blankly at the scene before her, gazing at her son's penis entering and leaving her body. Seeing this, Anand leaned down and kissed his mother's forehead. This tranquility quickly turned into ecstasy, fueling Anand's excited heart. He increased the force of his thrusts, pounding into his beautiful mother like a wild horse, while simultaneously caressing her breasts, buttocks, and waist, indulging in the pleasure of touching every inch of her skin. Soon, Amuhua's almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, and she was panting heavily. Anand continued using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and after some effort, his erection finally penetrated his mother's cervix. "Oh...oh oh oh oh oh!...I'm finally in, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly, his voice hoarse. "Ah ah ah ah ah! Oh oh oh! Son, this is where you were born, don't stop! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! Ah ah ah ah ah!" His mother's confession strengthened and encouraged Anand's fighting spirit. He thrust even harder into the woman's body beneath him, doing his utmost to create a sexual climax that belonged only to the two of them! Amidst the ecstatic moans, Anand felt that his mother's climax was approaching. He gathered his strength and thrust his erection all the way in, penetrating the bottom of his mother's vagina and entering her cervix. "Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh, Anand! My child! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Amuhua cried out in a high-pitched moan as she felt her son's hot, thick semen shooting into her body. Mother and son were like two animals lost in their own desires, mating and enjoying their climax. When Anand poured all his longing for his mother over the years into the womb of his beautiful mother beneath him in the form of semen, their climaxes came to an end, and they lay limp on the bed mixed with their secretions. "It felt so good, Mom!" Anand said breathlessly. "How do you feel?" Amuhua circled her son's penis with her fingers, feeling its still-erect form, and gently rubbed the semen clinging to it. "Ohhhh! Anand! Anand!" Amuhua exclaimed, "This is so good, darling! I feel like I'm in heaven, Anand! How do I compare to your wife?" she asked eagerly. “Of course you’re better. You’re a thousand times better than her. I wish all this had happened before I married her, then I wouldn’t have married her,” Anand said. “Yes, Anand, we both made a mistake. If we had been braver back then, we could have had so much more to enjoy. Your father was always away on business, and you and I were always alone at home. We shouldn’t have slept separately back then; we should have enjoyed ourselves freely. Fortunately, from now on, we won’t waste the opportunity that belongs to both of us,” Amuhua said earnestly. Anand gazed into Amuhua’s eyes and said affectionately, “Mom, I want you to be my wife.” Upon hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son. She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said softly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you." "I love you too, dear," Anand said. "You should divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara as well, and then I will officially marry you." Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't just with her for sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew this was unrealistic. Looking at her son, she said lovingly, "Oh, Anand, dear. We can get married, but we really can't make our husband-wife relationship public. Besides, divorce will cause problems for others, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby." Hearing this, Anand was very unhappy. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a way to solve this problem? I can't live without you anymore." Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, dear. We should be able to find a solution. We won't make a big fuss. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for long periods, we'll find opportunities to make love. We can also make love to our hearts' content in your grandmother's room." After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasures of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother wasn't satisfied, and neither was he. So, the two decided to find a way to make up for all the losses. According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so he could live openly with his mother, even after his wife gave birth to a baby girl. After returning home, Anand and his mother often made love. They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them. This blissful period lasted about six months until an unavoidable situation arose—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed she was pregnant. When Amuhua returned home and told her son the news, he was overjoyed. For Anand, this was the ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, now, I have been your wife for over eight months, and I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'It's no longer appropriate for me to wear the necklace your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own necklace around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'" A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old gold necklace and put on a platinum and diamond necklace he had bought himself, making her his wife alone. Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son."Back home, we really shouldn't have slept separately; we should have enjoyed ourselves freely. Thankfully, from now on, we won't waste this opportunity that belongs to just the two of us," Amuhua said earnestly. Anand gazed into Amuhua's eyes and said affectionately, "Mom, I want you to be my wife." Hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son. She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said slowly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you." "I love you too, dear," Anand said. "Divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara as well, and then I will officially marry you." Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't just with her for sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew this was unrealistic. She looked at her son and said lovingly, “Oh, Anand, darling. We can get married, but we really can’t make our identities as husband and wife public. Besides, divorce would cause problems for others, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby.” Anand was very unhappy to hear this. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a way to solve this problem? I can't live without you anymore." Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, dear. We should be able to find a solution. We won't make a big fuss. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for long periods, we'll find opportunities to make love. We can also make love to our hearts' content in your grandmother's room." After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasures of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother wasn't satisfied, and neither was he. So, the two decided to find a way to make up for all the losses. According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so he could live openly with his mother, even after his wife gave birth to a baby girl. After returning home, Anand and his mother often made love. They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them. This blissful period lasted about six months until an unavoidable situation arose—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed she was pregnant. When Amuhua returned home and told her son the news, he was overjoyed. For Anand, this was the ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, now, I have been your wife for over eight months, and I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'It's no longer appropriate for me to wear the necklace your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own necklace around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'" A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old gold necklace and put on a platinum and diamond necklace he had bought himself, making her his wife alone. Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son."Back home, we really shouldn't have slept separately; we should have enjoyed ourselves freely. Thankfully, from now on, we won't waste this opportunity that belongs to just the two of us," Amuhua said earnestly. Anand gazed into Amuhua's eyes and said affectionately, "Mom, I want you to be my wife." Hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son. She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said slowly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you." "I love you too, dear," Anand said. "Divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara as well, and then I will officially marry you." Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't just with her for sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew this was unrealistic. She looked at her son and said lovingly, “Oh, Anand, darling. We can get married, but we really can’t make our identities as husband and wife public. Besides, divorce would cause problems for others, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby.” Anand was very unhappy to hear this. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a way to solve this problem? I can't live without you anymore." Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, dear. We should be able to find a solution. We won't make a big fuss. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for long periods, we'll find opportunities to make love. We can also make love to our hearts' content in your grandmother's room." After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasures of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother wasn't satisfied, and neither was he. So, the two decided to find a way to make up for all the losses. According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so he could live openly with his mother, even after his wife gave birth to a baby girl. After returning home, Anand and his mother often made love. They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them. This blissful period lasted about six months until an unavoidable situation arose—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed she was pregnant. When Amuhua returned home and told her son the news, he was overjoyed. For Anand, this was the ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, now, I have been your wife for over eight months, and I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'It's no longer appropriate for me to wear the necklace your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own necklace around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'" A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old gold necklace and put on a platinum and diamond necklace he had bought himself, making her his wife alone. Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son.

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