Her eighteen-year-old son, Gundu, awoke to find his semi-awake mother’s hand bringing his thick fuck meat to its full hardness. Maybe even longer than his previous best of eight inches. It was happening; everything he had ever fantasised about. It was destiny. He knew he was going to have his tool inside his mother for the first time. He knew he was going to leave his seed inside her. He knew that they would fuck like porn stars, and she would say that she had never been fucked like that in her life. And he was absolutely certain that would just be the start of the two of them fucking whenever possible.
All of his carefully prepared, memorised, and replayed over and over in his bedroom, forty-eight fantasies involving him and his mother were forgotten. He had one thought only: getting his cock in her and cumming. Anything else would just follow on from that and happen. “I’m here and awake, Mum. I’ll get on top and be inside you in a few seconds.”
That day had started back in Igatpuri. Meera had awoken thinking of her eighteen-year-old son Gundu, nicknamed Guddu (adorable small boy), a name which was derived from the small male dolls called Gudda on sale in the markets. Her thoughts were most likely on him because her dearest child was to leave home for the first time. He was soon to leave Igatpuri for Mumbai to attend the S P Jain Institute of Management and Research (better known as SPJIMR). Normally they would not have been able to afford this, but Kanhar, her forty-three-year-old husband, had won a prize in an online lottery, and she had convinced him to spend it on Guddu’s education. Not enough money to send Guddu to Australia, but enough to attend SPJIMR and hopefully a boarding house in Mumbai.
For a while, it had looked as though Kanhar’s online lottery money wouldn’t be sufficient to allow Gudda to attend SPJIMR, as her husband claimed there were deductions from the winnings he received and cursed the lottery owners as cheats. This was accepted by Meera, who did not know the ‘deductions’ hidden from her were used by her husband to pay for his sex acts with prostitutes. Actions such as, in his mind, simple things like threesomes, sex toys and insertions, watching sexfights, a bit of BDSM and so on. Things she saw as perverted, and which had caused them to have separate beds and no sex after three years of marriage. For Kanhar, a minor Government official with almost no prospects of further advancement, It was his wife’s fault. Fifteen years ago, the bitch had refused his ideas to spice up their love life; It would have been far better than the monotonous missionary position she allowed him. What was wrong with what he wanted?
However, nagged by Meera, eventually, he swore he would get Gundu to SPJIMR somehow. One day he came home happy with the solution. He had contacted Meera’s older sister Deepika, who lived in Mumbai, and she would let Gundu board with her at a lower than market rate, thus allowing his secret sex life to continue with the unknown, hidden money from the lottery win. Meera was not exactly happy with this as there was some bad blood between her and her one-year older sister dating back to when she was eighteen. But at least her special son could attend SPJIMR and have a future with a good job.
As she slowly gained her senses, she remembered it was the third night in a row she had awoken after a very erotic dream, during which she had cum very strongly without waking, and then as per the last two nights discovered her nightgown was caked with dried cum, therefore she would have to wash it. Fragments of her dream were in her brain: a big cock, pleasure, enjoyment, wanting more. It was very unusual as she was an extremely chaste, modest, almost prudish Indian woman who had had no sexual thoughts for the past fifteen years.
But the thirty-seven-year-old couldn’t deny the evidence on her nightgown, nor the desire she had, as she had the two previous nights, to masturbate. Her hands stroked her 34B melons lingering on her nipples and marvelling at their instant response and how they hardened to at least three-quarters of an inch in length. After feeling the electricity this generated, her fingers continued their journey southward over her rounded thirty-inch belly, her thick matted patch of curly pubic hair before reaching their goal: her thick-lipped woman slit at the front of her thirty-six-inch arse.
She parted her labia lips and after a short, quick stroking of her sex trench, she felt her juices oozing from its depth. Two of her searching fingers slid inside her cunt and her thumb began its manipulation of her clit. Her nostrils dilated and her breathing became more rapid from the sexual gratification she was giving herself. As she did this more fragments of her dream solidified in her memory. The big cock belonged to a young body, and she was fucking in ways she had never experienced in her real life: doggystyle, cowgirl, sucking cock. But she could not recognise the person fucking her who was giving her so much arousal. She came once, then a second time more strongly, and a third time screaming as she squirted over the sheets. Damn, now she had to wash those as well as her discarded nightgown.
As always at this time in the morning her son was locked in his bedroom hand jobbing his thick eight-inch shaft. From its base to its wide head, his fingers traced the veins that stood proud along its length. Although of late, after her provocative late-night visit to his room, he had introduced his 19-year-old sister, the skinny plain, almost ugly, looking Prisha into his some of his fantasy settings, both singly and as a threesome with his mother and him, he had returned to a favourite. It was number thirty-six where his mother Meera, her arse filled with an anal plug, rode him cowgirl style as he sucked her big hard pierced nipples, as he had made the imaginary piercings a permanent fixture in his fantasies. He unloaded his cum into a tissue, remembering he was lucky his sister had not noticed the used pile he had beside his bed when she had barged in unannounced the other night. Then back to fantasy Number thirty-six where his mother screamed her fifth orgasm since climbing on his raging hard-on.