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Diary – Son Made Me Topless ModelTO READERS: Ma wrote this photography session in her diary. I read this many days later after our first copulation. I think it is better for reader to study her version instead of my narration. You can read full story separately in title-“Long Dong King Kong in Mom” with son’s (me) narration.“Tonight my son made me model. Not an ordinary housewife model but a sexy, semi naked under wear model. What I couldn’t dream ever in life, my 19 years son did it with me, his 40years old mother. For photo shoot he brought four cameras from his room. My heart sank, seeing his cameras.It was Cannon digital SLR with 35-X -Telephoto ZOOM & 21 MP lenses. Shutter speed was 1/10 to 1/1000. Ultra-light sensitive with special apparatus and lenses fitted for low light, night vision photography which brightens focused areas. By this one can easily shoot anybody in dark. All are water proof. It was a very-very powerful machine which can capture minute details of my body. I was always dreamed for such a precision worthy and powerful camera. A real weapon cannon indeed.A dim Green light bulb was illuminating room. First, he laid me in bed. I covered my breasts with my hands. He ordered me to open my legs as far as possible. Without questioning I parted my legs.He said it will give good view of my panty. I was spread eagle. Even though, my son stretched me little more. He is more interested in my crotch than plain panty. He didn’t remove sanitary pad.My baby stands between my legs. Focused lens on my face and gradually go lower. Pause at my breast.My breasts are heaving with shame and palpitation. Diary I felt shame. My son zooms on my cleavage. I turned my face side. I want to cover my face with hand, but could not do so as my hands are covering more precious thing to hide- my breasts. I didn’t closed eyes and watched his movements. Son slowly goes to my abdomen. Took 2 minutes photography at my navel, zoom-zoom-zoom. All folds and depressions of my belly button captured by him, inch by inch, dot by dot.Real shooting begin when he goes to my panty. He positioned top angle. From hem of my panty to my crotch he preciously and leisurely photographed me. My baby son concentrated camera on my ‘V’ area. He took his mother’s panty clad photos from top. Zoom ‘V’ area and slowly moved down to joint of legs. Certainly, sanitary pad is obstructing his ‘desired point’. Diary, I smiled inside my heart.My baby tried every angle to get his ‘desired view’- from 90 degree top to my left side to my right side to my V joint. He spends minutes only on single panty and my single pose. I was laughing inside my heart on his c***dish unprofessional. We both were bored.Then he asked me to bend right leg & place knee on breast. Diary’ I obeyed him like machine. Earning money is thrilling me, so I am exposing myself to my son. Son almost thrust camera between my legs. I know his intentions. He is dying to see his birth hole. Knee covered my one breast, so with free hand I adjusted material of panty over crotch.This infuriated my son, as sanitary pad displaced and about to expose side of my urine crack.(Chapter Pulled Up)My baby boy tugged out pad and pulled me to dining room. He switches on 15 watt yellow light bulb. Suddenly I felt my nakedness. I am almost, well almost, nude in front of teenage son. Even 15 watt bulb blinded me for second. With one hand I tried to shade lights falling on my eyes. Camera clicked & took my breasts photos too. I again covered my breasts.Diary, my son took my various standing photos. Front, back, sides, all semi naked of me. After 5 minutes he lost new ideas. He was not professional. I felt sorry for him.My motherly instinct arises over my money. I suggested him- you are filming my panty, you are an amateur, please take my few suggestion on “Hand Bra” photography. I’ll not disappoint you. I’ll unchain your wild desires.He said- Right Ma but I want to take pictures with more panties.(Chapter: Makeup)I said-Ok, you are now my dress designer and makeup artist. Therefore, you can touch me.I sat on sofa. He coat deep red lipstick on my lips and put mascara. Put crimson color nail polish on my hands nails. I was interchanging my hands on my breasts when he was painting my hand’s nails. He sat on floor & colored my leg’s nails. Without lifting his head, he tried many times to see my crotch. But I am his Ma and know his desire. I failed his ogle by tightly closing my knees. We both know, it is just matter of time. When I will ready for shooting all will expose.Then he Comb my hairs back. With my suggestion, keep my hairs open and flying, so it can be used as breast cover / hand bra when needed. Put special shining cream on my legs and hands. Any women feel delighted when man is doing her make-ups. I was delighted too. Here make up man is my own son, so I am little shy. This shyness and coldness of night making me blushed.Then he brings a small Samsonite magic bag, which can contain 100 pieces of bikini, lingerie, bras, and panties.My eyes broaden when I saw 150 pieces of itsy-bitsy inside the bag.He gave me a ‘Cheeky Panty’, crimson color, low rise with minimum back coverage. Black Lace trims with Black Lace elastic waist. Panty material was super soft cotton.Surprised I asked- when you bought all these. All seems very costly. Is it of your girlfriend? My blood will destroy all these nice pieces.My baby son said- Ma all for you. I am collecting all these since last 2 years in USA. Every day I purchased one pair, sometime two, or three. Whenever I was sad, I saw and feel these panties, remembering you. Ma doesn’t think otherwise, I respect you and these are only one way to show my respect to you!I was dumbfounded. Diary I cannot say is it good or bad. My nice little son was buying panties every day for his mother since last 2 years. Now he has a collection of at least 750 to 800 panties and bras. However, I think he is fooling me and all were for his American girlfriend. When she broke up with my innocent son, he presented all to me. However, looking the pack and price tag I know all are new.(Chapter: Cheeky panty)I stand & turned back, covered my waist with towel and wore that Cheeky Panty. By the time I adjusted cheeky panty on my waist the towel automatically fallen on floor. My son snapped this incident.I looked back and said with false anger- I am not ready yet! First, adjust your camera, focus, and say ready.Obeying, he adjusted camera, not one but all four on various sized tripod stands. One is very high and can catch entire room’s view. Other two are back and front of me with automatic start. This means, by no angle I can hide. This I do not think, I wanted. However, I kept quiet.By covering my breasts with my hands as “Hand Bra,” I stand before him as a professional model. I gave him many poses, which I saw in erotic websites like bulls’ eye and body in mind.Sometime I clinched both arms together on breasts. Alternatively, put palms on shoulders covering breasts with elbows. Once I put palms on breasts from top and then from low covering my papilla. Sometime covering just with one hand and hanging other hand down or up.Once I crises-cross hands over my chest and then made fist and put over nipples.He pulled many cheeky panties from bag. Then he showed me a big & thick album of panties, contains 1000 images of panty-clad girls. I never heard the types of panties. He taught me the difference between Bikini Panty, Boy Short Panty, Boy Short Hottie Panty, Cheeky Panty, Brief Mid Rise Panty (Which is ideal for wearing sanitary pads), High Leg Briefs, Hip Hugger, Hipster Panty, Seamless Panty, Thong, Brief Thong, V String panty and finally swimwear and various type swimsuits.I thought cheeky panty is most decent and graceful panty for ladies it is sexy too compared to ourlocal panties of Rupa or Goversons or handmade panties of Hathua Market.Diary I was amazed to see his knowledge about panties and bras. I was hearing all with covering my breasts with hands. I thought I should fully co-operate him and enjoy various types of panties. Which mother can get so much of underwear gift from her son?(Chapter Thong)Then he dropped a nuclear bomb. He bought another smaller bag and opened it front of me. That small bag contains 900 pieces of hanky and thread like panties.My baby son hoists a panty smaller than women handkerchief before my eyes. He said this is Thong. Inside material is stretching soft cotton black color with White Polka Dots. No back coverage.Mean only white lace for my bun crack to hide. ONLY Lace for mother’s ass crack to cover! How can a small c***d of 19 years do this to his mother? Anxiously I stand up. Seeing me to hesitate, he pulled down my Cheeky Panty. I jerked & jumped in front to save my panty from his snatching. I know if he made me nude, he will not give me anything to wear for rest of night.Seeing my resistance, he disappointed. This again made me sad. After all, he is my own son. I smiled and said I will change slowly. You look at other side. He turned his face side but his camera was on and catches my un-clothing. I know his powerful camera took good shots of my front. He will surly relish these photos when he will alone. I could not help myself but to do what he like with nude models. Shame for a mother- I thought.Before I can pull Thong panty fully, he turned up & got glimpse of my pubic hair & boobs. We both smiled seeing each other. He smiled to see his mother is struggling to pull up panty and I smiled grotesquely, because I get caught.(Chapter Sliding On)His staring made me nervous & unbalanced. I fell on my muscular son. Diary he can easily saved me but purposely he leaned back and we both fall on floor together. God was not with my side tonight. My crotch THUDS with my son’s urine pipe. I felt like I thud with some big iron bar. Tonight I understand how strong my son is. He is pretending like c***d. I felt proud my milk made him strong.My son’s penis tried to stand inside his ‘Boxer Shorts’. I got its force on my ‘V’. I know I am driving him crazy. I, his mother caused my son’s erection. I felt ashamed of myself & tried to stand.Diary, my son strong hands failed my standing. As I said, God is not at my side tonight; I stopped & remain in that position. I know he will do something naughty, which is not good for a son to do with his mother. I tried to distract him. My hairs are flying on his face. I brushed his face more with my hair. Only to soothes him. I swear by god’s name, my act was purely motherly. What I forgot that he is now a strong man, not a five years old.My waving of hair on his face exited him more. I felt his penis (later I came to know he refer it as Mr. Dong) now agitating inside ‘Boxer Shorts’ to get free and go to there, from where it came to this world. Oh God. Nature does not know any mother and son relation. Nature knows only man- women relationship.So what I heard in my c***dhood in my village is true? Widows in village engaged sexually with their sons. Ducks, cows, buffaloes, horses etc. were fucking with their offspring. Means this is natural. Diary all these philosophy of life made me nervous and I gathered strength and sit back.Due to ‘blood pressure’ in Dong, my son’s grip on me lessened. However, he was a strong man. He immediately catches me and forced me to sit on his lap. He pulled me more near to him. I slide on his steel bar.Diary, I must confess I lost control over my mind & body. My son whispered in my ear brush your hair on my face. Two minutes I brush my hairs all over his face, chest, neck, and shoulders. My son took handful of his mother’s hairs and inhaled deeply. He kissed my black long silky hairs. Wipe his face with my hairs. He put some hair inside his mouth and lightly sucks.Then I regained consciousness. To get rid of this situation I said Beta photo shoot is pending! Don’t you want my panty-clad photos? I want you to take my stunning pictures. I will fully co-operate you; do whatever pose you like. Put any type of panty you want!Diary, my sinewy son smilingly stands back, firmly holding me. I do not remember when last time I was lifted by a man. Maybe when I was 2-3 years old, by my father, or uncle? Do not know! I felt happy lifted by a man, my son. Diary I must confess I want to remain in that position for rest of night. I can easily put my legs on floor but I encircled my legs on my son’s waist. Like, when HE was 10 years old and I could not take him on my side lap. At that time, too his penis was touching my belly, which gave me funny sensation. Tonight also, though position reversed, but his huge penis touching my crotch and my butt.(Chapter soaked panty)Diary, he put me on glass dining table and freed me. I gave him the pose of a lifetime. I hold my toes and lift & spread my legs. His eyes sparked. He starts his camera. Diary, I discharged lots of menstrual gobs. My son freed me from my dysmenorrheal pain. I forget my pain and remain in that position. He shoots my crotch from beneath the glass table. When he saw my panty soaked with blood, he gave me another panty to change. I happily obeyed. However, due to my motherly instinct, now I turned back, pulled down Thong, and cleaned my crotch with it. I know my son is intently watching my butt.My butt was also an object of desire to him in c***dhood. When he was 5-6 years old he run into kitchen, catches me from behind and starts hitting his face on my butt. I was not aware my butt could turn my baby crazy. It seems inch-inch part of my body is objet d’art for my son.(Chapter Double String)Now my son gave me Mid Rise Double V String. ‘Front’ is Purple colored small V. Back was small half-flower shaped black lace. I smiled on his naughtiness. I understood what is going inside his head, though he is behaving like professional. I wore Double V String and adjusted my hair to cover my breasts. I turned back to him.I asked my innocent intelligent little son- why it is mid-rise and why two strings. Other panties are so low rise and exposing, I don’t understand its purpose?My intelligent son said- Oh Ma, This is to be wear with low-rise jeans. This mid-rise V string jumps out from low-rise jeans. Lower string stays inside and upper string peek out from jeans. This is latest fashion to show the world how costly panties one is wearing!Diary I was speechless hearing this fashion statement. What a modern world. Showing under garments!!!!!!!! Wow. And I am living in ‘Gobar Land’ (Land of Cow Dung).Diary, my son came near me. My heart sank, thinking my ‘nangapan’ (nakedness) and his pointed Pole over ‘Boxer Shorts’. Am I going to be ****d? A mother is going to be ****d by her own son. Will I stop him or silently allow him? As someone said- Stop **** Say Yes!!!However, as a true (un)professional he just adjusted my hairs. He freed my left breast from cover of my hairs. He put that hair on my back. I just covered my exposed breast when he looked at it. Now I am feeling more nangi (naked). I tried to say something but seeing his unprofessional eyes, kept silence.As an unprofessional, he holds my shoulders and moved forward. Diary, my breasts advanced towards my son. I gathered courage and said in broken and low voice- That is a panty shoot, no need to focus on upper part. Diary, my son’s answer silenced me.He said- Ma you may be a trained photographer but I know what men likes!With low voice I said-“yes ‘Beta’ but to motivate your model you can say some encouraging word, like- wah-wah, that’s it-that’s it, good girl-good girl, right, ok, yes-this pose etc. etc.He said- OK Ma’.(Chapter ON TABLE-1)Then my son laid me on one corner of dining table. He spread my legs on two sides of table, so crotch came over the corner of the table. Legs were hanging on south and west sides of rectangular table. He also put my hands over my knees and gently spread me more.He said- Ma’ spread your legs.I said-” but ‘Beta’ I am stretched to the max.He said- No Ma’, you can do more. Stretch more ‘good girl’Hearing his encouragement, I pull my knees more. I do not know, from where I got strength and flexibility but I was able to spread myself 2inches more.Son was continuously cheering- YES Ma’ that is it- that is it.I thought I’d rip myself from my vagina. More stretching causes my buttock to move up. So I firmly placed my thighs on table to give my son good angle to shoot me.His cannons were working silently. His continuous encouragement -that’s it-that’s it….yes …lovely…yes… motivates me to do more stretching. Therefore, my ass was moving up and down rhythmically.He pointed his camera top of my panty and took some good nice close ups. Then slowly scan my attractive thighs which look like ‘BANANA PLANT TRUNK’ (“Vazhai Thandu” in Tamil.)Neither he nor camera was touching my skin, but slow scanning of my smooth thigh make tingling sensation on my pulpy flesh. I moved up my hands to cover my breasts but maintained the wide gap of legs.Son delighted and said- Super- super, nice girl…..pretty girl.His encouragement made me modest. With one hand, I adjusted my hairs and covered breasts with them and moved hands up & over the head.Next moment, air form fan blew some hairs from my breasts. I botch to put them in place but son’s stony face stopped me to do so.(Chapter ON TABLE-2)Suddenly he catches my waist and turned me on my belly on hard cold glass table. Sudden turning annoyed me and I tried to stand up. My legs were still hanging so I placed my hands on table to get support.With electric speed, my little son thumps his crotch on my panty-clad buttock, resulting joining of my crotch with sharp corner of glass table. He put his hands on my shoulder blades and pushes me on table. My bare abdomen flesh stick with glass table. It made sticking sound-‘pach’.My perky nipppee just touch the glass. I halted my movements and controlled my anger. I loosened my body, opened my palms, and gently placed hands on table. Legs are still hanging. My young son’s giant rod was pricking in my ass crack over panty. I felt it starts growing and pulsating over my crack.It is a time to do something intelligent; otherwise, it may be too late. I may another victim of i****t ****. Sudden turning caused some pain in stomach, but ignoring that and with a fake smile, I turned my head back & said- you want this pose?My little sober son put his fingers on my hairs and brushed them on side. He said- yes very good mom, that’s a nice pose. With lot of encouraging words, he slowly pulled back, fearing I may stand back. When he was just on, his tip of penis over my ass crack I moved up my buttock.I said- Do you know the meaning of Ass?Son said- Ass means Donkey.I Said-” Ass means Donkey? Ha ha ha ha…you are a donkey & a monkey!He said- So?I Said-” Ass means this! And I pointed up my ass.Son Said- Ma’ ….NICE-NICE. Freeze, I will shoot this pose.And I froze in that position, pointing high my arse, hanging legs. Balance only on my tummy. With lot of click- whoosh, zoom…clitch…zip… zop sounds he browsed my butt and thigh.Then he hang camera on his neck and put his hands under my lower belly. In that position he lifted me, I squirmed under his arms to free myself, but his masculine hands lifted me more.I Said-” what are you doing put me down.But my baby boy put me on single chair of sofa set. I catch chairs back post to balance and, in that very second my son hold my right ankle and put on handle of chair. Before I could understand what happened, he holds my left ankle and put on the other handle of chair.(Chapter ON CHAIR)This widened my rear considerably. With rage and anger I looked back, he was waving another yellow-green color teeny-weeny panty with long tying cords.Son Said- Ma’ wear this without getting down.Hearing this, my temper gets loose. I Said-” I want to give you good thrash.Diary, my son jumped in front of me, took my hands and put on his cheeks. This unbalanced me again and breasts came over frame of backrest of chair.Son Said- Ma’ slap me.Hearing this, my heart melted & I pat his cheeks. He strokes his nose with mine and blow mouth-air on my nostrils. I smiled and tried to move out my hands. That little devil catches my hands and said- Ma hands up.He instantly moved my hands up, so now I am balancing only with my breasts on head-frame of chair. My breasts hanged out from frame. Without looking down, my sugar-boy scrubs my hair and covered my breasts with them. I was happy with his gesture. He did not try to gaze at my nipples.His camera attacks on my hair covered breasts. Son’s half-minute focus on my left armpit heightened my nervousness. Heavy breathing rocks my breasts over chair-frame. He was yet to start shooting and only orientating focus. My mouth dried, I tried to remain still.A sharp sound of shutter awakes me. Bombardment of clicks…voosh….zoom…sounds pouring in my ears. My honey-son asked me to look left. O M G other camera is already filming me in that side. I looked right– third camera was there. I could not figure out when he fixed these cameras focusing me?Diary, I was in the state of oblivion.Suddenly fan-air blows all hair and uncovered my hanging breasts. It seems my baby is waiting for that moment. Faster than light, his camera gun turned towards my breasts.My subconscious mind yelled- “cover it,” but my motherly instinct cried- “Stay Still, my baby is enjoying.” Finally, my motherly instinct won. I forcefully stop my standing hands to put down to cover my breasts.Obviously, my baby did not lose this golden opportunity and speedily filmed both of my breasts. Due to the hurry, he could not focus on any single breast or nipple. Other cameras were working prudently. He came near me. Focused lenses on my cleavage. Due to breasts’ “Topless,” position the hollow space between them was huge.Diary, do not know why I pushed down my breasts more on chair head-frame. The smooth edges of breasts and hollow space between them made it like flower-vase. I think it was my subconscious artistic mind, which knows women body is art. The erotic websites like-met-art, erotica AV or gallery carry made a lasting impression on my mind that women body is most aesthetic piece of art.My son bring handful of orchid sticks and put in a hole between my breasts and chair-frame.His hot & bold gesture widened my eyes. I tried to say something but voice stuck in throat. I blushed and whole body reddened. Sudden gush of menstrual blood dropped from my vagina.A son put flower on mother’s cleavage? To a mother with hands up, legs on chair’s handle and breasts hanged out? So sweet! I smiled with my blushed face. My baby got encouragement. Flowery touch of orchid petals on breasts & skin made formicated sensation.Then sugar-baby fixed camera in my front and moved back. I know, now my butt will get camera-gun assault. But he has already fixed all four cameras over my body so how he will shoot my back. When he took more than half minute with no sound, with curiosity, I looked back.O M G. from nowhere son brought a double lens “Panasonic 3D Full HD Twin Lens” professional camera with blue-ray recorder. While video graphing, it can covert moving pictures to images of 20JPEGs per second. Means it can super minutely scan my body. It is also ultra-sensitive in low light filming. With 3D facility, it can produce mega-sharp three-dimensional pictures with all body contours. I froze for a second. With wide eye, I asked foolishly-Now?Son Said- Now what? Now your back, I mean back of your panty my dear model.Again I said foolishly- But you said I have to wear that panty,” and I pointed to teeny-weeny panty with long side tie.Son Said- Oh Yes, Obviously. Drop the old one and put on this. Be careful not to get down.Again, with rage, I said- ‘Beta’ HOW IT IS POSSIBLE? Can I at least put down my hands?Son Said- Hands only beauty.I did not like he called me ‘beauty’, but silently lowered down panty on thighs then further lowered up to knees. Due to widening of legs, panty stretched at waistband. Without lifting right knee, I slowly tugged out panty beneath it, repeated with left leg, and fully pulled out from my body…. Woosh. Now I am totally naked. Not a single thread on my body. Son in back brutally attacks with his ‘dog’ camera on my butt.My anger vanishes with removal of panty. Without asking for teeny-weeny, I moved my hands up and protrude my buttock towards my baby boy. In c***dhood, he rubbed many times on my sari-clad butt. Now my motherly love offered him to assuage his eyes on my ass.3D camera scanned my ass thoroughly for four minutes, means 4800Jpegs. Diary, I know it will make lively album of my butt and ass crack. I understand my son is dying to see inside of my rectum, but big lens of camera cannot go inside and making my son frustrated. I smiled on his helplessness.Meanwhile that’s it-that’s it sound of son encouraged me and I fart. Fart made my rectum slightly opened for a second. But for that one second is enough for son to shoot- sphincter’s opening of my rectum. May be he recorded fart sound too. I get ashamed of myself. I farted before my son. Chi-chi (shame-shame)To hide my shame I applied internal pressure in my anus 5-6 times. Like a hungry fish, anus opened & closed its mouth 5-6 times. Drooling son manage to stand firm. For him, it was like opening of doors of heaven. After two minutes, he silently came near me and push 3D camera between my legs. Movements of his shadow alerted me and on time, I placed my hands over my mound of Venus.This forbids him to take snaps of forbidden fruit of mom. I said-” Sorry Son, No camera there, only pictures of panty my sweetie -tweety.He grinned stupidly for being caught red handed. He said- No-No Ma’ you are mistaken. I just placed camera on chair to give you this panty.He did not off 3D camera and placed it in such a position that it will obviously capture the full view of my vagina. I vowed not to remove my hands over it. Enough forbidden shots I gave him. But my son was cleverer than me. He came beside me, gave me that teeny-weeny panty, and with low requesting voice begs me to wear panty in this pose.Diary, seeing his innocent eyes, I could not reject him and took panty from his hand. By this way, I invited trouble for myself again. The moment I removed my hands from my genitals, camera automatically starts with mechanical whoosh sound. My heart sank. Anyway, I wore that panty with lot of efforts and tied the long threads. After few minutes of shooting he said Ma’ stay in this pose, I am coming from toilet. He goes to toilet with camera in hand. I Said-” but ‘Beta’ this is awkward pose. Son Said- don’t worry Ma’, wait for half minute.Diary, easily I could get down and take rest for few seconds, but as an obedient mother, I did not do that. I stayed in hands up position with legs on chair’s handle. After passing of 6 minutes when he did not came, I get down from handles of chairs. My shoulders and lower back was aching. Fearfully I went to verandah & peep to bathroom. Door was not shut. My son was sure his mother will not go against orders. He was watching my naked photos in camera screen and wanking vigorously.I was stunned. My son is wanking, looking his mother’s pictures. With disgust, shame & curiosity I stay there and watch him. My disgust subsidized thinking my son loves me and I too can generate erection in young boy’s dick.After 4-5 minutes, he unloads his jism. Fountain of sperm spilled on floor. I ran back to my chair, fearing his coming. I was guilty conscious that I betrayed his faith on me. So as remorse I slightly slide crotch material from ass crack.But unloading made my son calm and he ignored my gesture. He has other plans too. He ordered me to get down. He brings me near to table.(Chapter Q)My right leg was on floor and my son put my left leg on table. Within a fraction of second, I opened in front of my son. Material of V-String was so less, that both lips of my crack goes out of panty. As if moon came out from cover of clouds. A faint sound erupted from my son’s gullet- Maaaaaaa. My little baby licked his dried lips and with faint voice ordered me to put hands back of my head.With his quivering hands, he attacks on my crack with camera. As a true (un)professional he shoots me from many angles. To help him I suggested him- Son if you lie in floor, you can get sharp angle.He lay between my legs and aim 3D camera on my crack. He asked me to gyrate. I obeyed. He shoots me for minute. To make it more interesting, sometime I bend like ‘shit’ position. I know it is too much for a son to see this. He came out under my legs and brought a thick book. One of my husband’s friends gifted it. It was 6inch thick. He placed it in corner of dining table and put my leg over it. Now it made me more open. Because of height now, I am standing on toe of my right feet only. My son shoots his mother’s panty and surrounding flesh from 2-3 inch distances. Sometime he zoomed. I know which SPOT he is zooming. After 5minutes, my legs start shaking. But I firmly stand in that position. My son again slips between my legs. Now he is getting more juicy & crispy scenes of his mother. I saw he lowered his ‘Boxer Shorts’ and his GIGANTIC ROD dancing in air. He is perspiring too.My son said-Ma watch your balance.I said- Beta I am firmly standing! You watch your steps. Can you handle me???????Son- ‘yessss maaaaa.Me-I don’t think so! Come on shoot me with more panties.Son- No Ma, back of yours is still to be shoot!Me- You are shooting me or my panty.My words embarrassed him. He moved behind me and starts shooting my butt. Yes plain flesh of his mother’s butt as lace of panty only covered my butt crack.Then my son gave me another V- String. I said- no more hip huggers?He said- you wear this only. This new one is just attachment of two threads. One for waist and another loop like for both cracks. My motherly heart cried. My eyes became moist. Nothing will remain for imagination after I wore this. My son completed my nakedness. Ignoring my motherly cries I changed my panty by turning back from my son’s piercing looks. I could not gather courage to turn back. I tried to say something but my throat is dried. My son gave me a bottle of coke. I thought how understanding and caring my son is. But diary, his intentions are not to quench my thirst but to distract me for few minutes so he can took my “Milk Pouch” photos.(Chapter Coke & Mirror)To drink coke I moved up my hands. Without wasting a second, he snapped sides of my breasts. I hurriedly covered breasts with my other hand and turned towards him. I tried to say something but he push bottle more in my mouth and starts snapping my open armpit I did not oppose him & slowly drank coke. While drinking, hiding of two breasts with one hand is difficult and it exposes other’s nipppee. My son knows it well. I was not comfortable with my open nips but could not get courage to stop him. All these years of mental torture by husband and in laws made me timid. I did not want to lose my one and only son. If he wants to keep these photos with him, it is ok. By this way, I will shortly & metaphysically remain before his eyes. That time he will forget other girls Just the moment I finished my coke he hold my arms and pull me in front of a big old mirror fixed in wall. I stand facing the mirror. I had no time to say him anything. He starts shooting my back. I was looking myself in mirror. A traditional, homely woman in her forties with hand bra only. Her 19-year son is filming her panty in back. In that dim light, also I could not match eye-to-eye contact with my own mirror image.With big shame, I looked my eyes in mirror. It is a penis rising image for a man. However, I am happy that he is only filming my back otherwise; he can saw my shameful face. My baby son said- Ma covers your “top” with hairs and put your hands on waist I obeyed. My son starts a pedestal fan and positioned towards me. Its air almost blew my long shining silky hairs from my ‘TOP’. I tried to cover but son understand this and caught my hands. He said- Ma’ back crotch of panty is very beautiful. However, it inserted inside. Put your fingers and pulled up slightly so I can take its good picture. Hearing this I was stunned. I tried to say NO, but seeing my image in mirror my throat dried again and I do exactly what my son wanted. After all, it is a panty shoot and I am just a model. I have no right to deny photographer what he thinks right for highlighting object.Truly, my arse crack eaten up the material of panty inside, so it seems that butt buns are naked. I moved my hands back and put my two index fingers inside of panty and pulled it outwards. Material was very thin and soft. One finger was enough to broaden it but my plan was to prevent my baby to see his mother’s brownish puckered hole Forceful air of “Bajaj high speed pedestal fan” blew all hairs over “TOP.” I cannot save my both ends. It was a self-bondage by my own hands. I either had only one option, cover breasts or hide my arse hole. I again applied my intelligence and thought he is not looking my front, so for the time being my breast was safe, so hide brown hole from his invading camera and eyes.What I totally forgot is other four cameras and mirror. My son is more intelligent than I am. He anticipated all situations. He was preparing for that. I thought to do something naughty. I made a big HOOH sound I turned back and bow. He surprised & moved back1 inch. I made a big “O” kissing lip. My Booooboooos jiggles-His eyes sparkled. Then I showed him my left middle finger & again big “O” kissing lips. He moves forward, but I thumbed up and made a gesture to go back. He was unmoved and waited for my sexual approval. With thumbs-up & smile I Said-” Go back & take picture of my panty. With low head, he obeyed & fixed two cameras at my behind. I again got a naughty mood. To cheer up dozy son; I move up my buttock & shake. He regained energy and came in front of me. He put back my both hands over my butt.The scene was as if I am bowing before my son with hands in back. Now I am more vulnerable in front too. My all intelligence failed. My son pushed my head down little more. He collects all hairs on my side. I get unbalanced and my head fell on my son’s “Steel Rod.” To balance, I move out hands from panty but he quickly catches my elbows and stopped my hands from moving out.Touching of mother’s forehead made his spend dick to become hard again. Pulsating sensation of his Iron Bar on my forehead causes me to giggle.Son Said- Ma’, that OK. You should smile and laugh continuously. This makes film watchable.I thought Oh God how I forget to smile. It is the first & foremost requirement of model to look happy. I Said-” Ok. But I am falling.Son Said- No Ma’ your legs are too close. Widen your legs.I slowly widen my legs. He starts shooting me from front. Lot of my facial expressions. I didn’t remind him, that it is not a model shoot it is panty shoot. I was smiling in various pose. Shut lips, opened lips and sometime protrude my tongue to tease him. He was happier seeing my pink succulent tongue. His other cameras are automatically & secretly filming my breasts in mirror. Then my naughty baby moved to my right side and sat on his knees. I Said-” ‘Beta’, put something under your knees otherwise, it will hurt you. He said- just one second Ma’.I said-” No ‘Beta’ you may take several minutes to filming me so please put my soft cheeky panties beneath your knees. He happily obeyed me. I was happy too. My little son is very obedient to his mother. He put down few cheeky panties on floor and kneeled down over them. These cheeky panties are on my body few minutes ago and covering my nudity, now crushing under my little baby’s feet. I thought I may also get this fate, to be crushed under baby son. Oh God!!!!He fixed 2cameras karşıyaka escort in my two sides- front & back and with 3D, raided on my body My son starts capturing sides of my breasts from sides. My breasts are hanging like ripe MANGOES in tree. I could not help myself. My hands are widening panty’s back crotch. Hairs are on opposite side. Cold air of fan strikes on my face. Moreover, I am half bending from my waist. Simultaneously all 4+1 cameras are making sounds of- Zoooom- Zoooom- Zoooom- Click-Clich– woosh-woosh- Click- Clich and low soft humming sound of internal circuits. It was a foray with no scope to defend, rather welcoming invader with smile. Each zoom sound decrease my one heart beat, God knows which secret portion of my body’s flesh get caught by these obnoxious cameras. Son almost stopped at my heaving breasts. Normal human breathing is 70 per minute. Mine reduced to 35 per minute but still I am alive and smiling.(Chapter Zoom on Breasts)He zoomed once. I understood, he captured my full right breast in one frame. 2 minutes filmed my luscious breasts. He zoomed 2X. I understood, he captured middle of my right breast in one frame. 2 more minutes filmed my wobbling ripe melons with faint heart sound. He zoomed 4X. I understood, he captured space between areola and white skin in one frame. 3 minute filmed my pulsating blue veins. Hot blood running in my veins made this section extremely watchable. He zoomed 8X. Capture my full areola in one frame. Each flow of hot blood in veins of areola is making it flickering like candle light. 3 minutes of filming by my son making me nervous and I was about to fall. This wobbles my breasts more. More flow of blood in veins of areola flicker it more. With extreme mental power, I controlled my muscles and prevent falling. Son filmed me three more minutes in that frame. My nervous face is picturing by front camera. I was looking at it foolishly. Smiling all the time. Then my little son zoomed 16X.My heartbeat stopped. 16X, that means now it is my nipple. That tiny nipple he captured in one single frame. All the rings and folds around it now exposed before my little son. Even I have not seen them ever properly. Another 4 minutes picturization of enlarged photo of my nipple. Lastly, he zoomed 35X.Now what remain to see more? Oh God? As a mother I, know-it is tiny “Montgomery Bumps” around my nipple. These are small lactiferous bumps on women areola, which lubricate areola during breastfeeding so baby does not feel dry breast and it also prevent areola from rupture by baby’s gums. Oh my god. During breastfeeding days my son was extremely fond of these Montgomery bumps and rubbed his toothless gums for hours over them. He felt delighted then. He is fulfilling his infancy’s fetish. Oh God. Oh God. My brain became blank. I forgot time. I forcefully kept opened my eyes and smile before camera. Thoughts drove me in past memories. Times of son’s delivery date. What a great pain I endured to bear him 9 months in my womb. What a Himalayan pain I endured to birthed him. Like other Bihari women, it was my dream too to give birth a SON. My baby fulfilled my desire. He made me proud mother of a BOY. Cannot I bear this little pain for him now? Yes, certainly. All these thoughts created pressure in my bowels and I was about to burst fart. I altered my thoughts. Fart will embarrass me more, so I put middle finger of my left hand over anus. Corking of anus prevented emission of wind but sound. Son smiled. This made me nervous and hurriedly I remove finger from anus. The soft material of panty could not bear so much mishandling and break from middle. All my low heart rate increased to full speed. To distract son, I wobble my breasts more. This time my intelligence worked and my son move more closely to my breasts than to go to my back.But I totally forgot the back camera which precisely captured all the precious actions in the back. My son can see second by second actions later. This embarrasses me more, what my son will think? His mother is fingering anus. I could not think more as my son lie-down on floor under my breasts. With 35X Zoom he starts capturing my other breasts. But he soon moved to my belly. It was his other favorite place.All the puffy flab of my tummy was hanging and it is complementing my meloneous breasts. 3 minutes filming of my abdomen did not satisfy him. I could not hold the tattered panty anymore and it slips out of my body. First, my son could not understand how it happened? But he turned camera on my “Inguinal Region”. I stand up straight (without his permission) and covered my boobs and “Puss” with either hand. For my baby boy it was snatching of umbrella in scorching sun. With anger, he stands up too. Before he could shout I made a sad face & said- Sorry ‘Beta’ I tore your panty. My tone, gesture, facial expression and body style pacify my son and he said- Ma’ it is YOUR panty. I said-” Yes ‘Beta’ please give me another, I will shoot for entire night. Happy son pulled another set. V string Thong was deep parrot green with 2-2 small golden rings attached in sides. Two separate threads are to be used to fasten them. Green colored threads are very long and almost touching ground. Panty was very low raised so most of my sasquatch inguinal region will remain exposed all the time of shooting. There was a matching bikini too, not for my wearing but to hang on booobooos.In next 10 minutes session he changed my 20 panties. I was tired now. Tears rolled down from my eyes.(Chapter Over Sofa, Nose & Philosophy)My son understood his mother’s problem. He holds my shoulders and laid me on sofa on my breasts. Now I felt little courage. To give him some panoramic view I dropped right leg on floor, slide hairs on side and give him a lovely sweet smile. I know my moist eyes combined with my looks will give him good pose. Little did I know it also gave him new & gigantic erection? This I understood when my son purposely came in front of my mouth and starts shooting my back and butt from top angle. The eccentric, toxic scent of his penis under the boxer shorts trickle my mind ‘ON’. I forget right or wrong. I know son was not looking on my face but shooting my butt flesh.Diary, Women inside me won over my motherhood. I inhaled nose full of aroma of my son’s manhood. My motherhood regretted me with first smell of son’s manly fragrance.Diary, believe me, truly I tried to control myself and tried to move back. But long deprivation of sex and companion of young, virile man made my motherhood to lose out.All hormones flushed in mybody. Chemical change happened inside my middle-aged body. Women inside me, a true bubbly, lively, bitchy woman won. Diary, I am happy. Happy to lose out motherhood. I no longer believe in mother – son relation. My son is man for me and I am simply a woman for him. He is desperate to win me and I am desperate to lose to him. So tell me diary where we are wrong. Will it be right, if I start flirting with any outsider who is not from our caste? Or silently bear all torture of in-laws and husband’s torture, get old and die in dark corner of village house. Should I have to die without getting or giving bodily pleasures? God cannot wipe out my in-laws. That’s why he sends my son through my body. He loves me, I love him. He loves my flesh. His body is made up with my own flesh. So what is the wrong if our flesh melts with each other?No, I will NOT stop him his adventures towards me. But society is not permitting girl to move first. Let him to do all first attempts. As a mother, I will definitely resist and oppose him. But not discourage him. Slowly -slowly he will get me. Diary, my thoughts changed my beliefs. Without hesitation I touched my own son’s ‘Boxer Shorts’ with my nose and inhaled his manly aroma. Several touching of nose made my son to discomfort. He thought, it is because of his movements. Little he knows his mother fall fully in love with him. Yes Diary, I am confessing- I LOVE MY SON- I LOVE MY SON- I LOVE MY SON. I want to yell at top of my voice to the world. Alas, I am not saying this to my son. My eyes moisten. Diary I still fear society. Still little amount of motherhood is alive inside me. Don’t worry cruel world I will kill, I will kill this motherhood. Then nobody can stop me from loving my son, my flesh, my creation. I gave him many naughty poses, like bending back legs from knees, standing on sofa in doggy pose, chewing own hairs, wagging tongue etc. he motivated his model with sweet words.(Chapter Lay Back on Sofa)Suddenly my son turned me back. Now I am lying on sofa with breasts up. He gets bored shooting only my back & butt. Now he needs some lively flesh of his mother. He dropped my left leg from sofa. I smiled. His manly aroma is still inside my nostrils. I widened my legs more. Not satisfied he tookmy right leg and placed on backrest of sofa. Then he inserted cushion beneath my butt. This made me more open and wide stretched. V String Thong did its work superbly. Making me completely open just covered my crack. By the order of my young son, I loosely covered my motherly breasts with two blue and white colored seamless thongs. My baby boy attacked my crack with his camera. Inch by inch he scanned my pubic area with his powerful cannon. He concentrated at least two to three minutes at each inch of my vaginal lips and pubic mound.I was lying, so could not saw what he is doing between my legs. I asked him- Beta you want any help from me. My baby boy said- Ma your legs are too closed. I was surprised. I thought I am fully opened but my son is saying opposite. Then I understand he wants displacement of material from my crack.I politely remind him -Beta you are shooting panties only. If you didn’t getting view of crotch material then change its position. You are allowed to do so. Again, my son’s answer silenced me. Hesaid- Ma there is no question of your allowing. I am not asking for your permission. Only suggest me how to take this thin material’s zoom photo!Humiliated, I said beta for that you have to put something dark, behind crotch material, which lifts up material from body. Support should be hard but as thin as material, or it will overshadow material.(Chapter Refill Insertion)Son searched room and brought something. I wondered what he had found so thin and dark to place there. It was a blue ballpoint pen refill. My son pulls ‘looped thread material’ of V-String Thong and fit that refill vertically. I admire my son. After all, he developed super brain from my breasts milk.Plastic refill lifted entire crotch material and totally hide behind thread. But it exposed my crack too. I slightly closed my opened legs. This infuriated my baby boy. He almost ripped me from middle by stretching my left leg up to hilt. I arched from waist & cried. He didn’t stopped and place religious “Q”book beside my foot to restrict it from displacement.Further he bends my right knee and ordered me to hold it with my right hand. Legs are almost opened horizontally. I never done gymnastics but today I have get that pose, like young Russian gymnasts. His camera gun starts shooting my crotch. He is again pretending to shoot panty but I, his mother, knows that my son is filming my vagina. Now there is lot of space between panty and my crack. He pushed lens inside panty and starts filming. Hundreds of zoom sound confirmed me; he is filming centimeter-by-centimeter of my vaginal lips and joint of lips. He will make approximately 1000 of stills of each zoom. Thousand times his lens hood touched my vaginal lips. Every touch shudder me. Not a single time Iobjected to it. I was so motionless that I know my shudders will add some motion in video otherwise; it will look like only still photo.I ooze little menstrual blood glob. I am sure Camera silently snapped drop-by-drop secretion. Yes, diary for half minute and half-milliliter gush camera catches 600 frames (@20snaps /sec). It was a lifetime feast for my son to see gush of his mother’s period blood. I am disappointed that my pubic hairs are obstructing his pleasures. Little I know he likes each of my pubic hair and snapping them minutely.(Chapter Jump from Table )There is a proverb in Hindi-“Aaa bail mujhe maar” means come on bull hit me. I exactly did this when I sat back & tell my son that he filmed enough of normal pose now he should think on some real action scene.He asked-Such as?I Said-” Like a morning glory flower just opened in front of camera.Son Said- Ma’ How it is possible?I Said-” No need of actual flower. You can supplement it. Like old Hindi films, when kiss means showing of two striking flowers. My son sat beside me with some anticipation. Put one hand on my shoulder and other on my thigh. I sensed danger. Covered both breasts with left hand I quickly put my right hand over his and tried to push out. But find, his hands are so firmly griped my thigh that a feminine force cannot dislodge it. I stopped and lightened my pressure on his hand.But now my son’s grip over my shoulder and thigh increased. He pulled me more near to him. I saw his Dong stands up again. Its heat I was feeling on my hand. All cameras are on. With parch throat and broken voice I Said-“Like wrapped towel opened and a lady emerge in bikinis. And I cursed myself because I know what will happen next- another mind-boggling photo session. Happy son flashed with joy. He inserted his fingers deeply in my flesh and said- Wow Ma’ I will add more spice in this scene. You will jump from table and towel open in air.Hearing this I swallow saliva but smilingly looked at him and said- Yes why not? Let’s do it. We stand up. Son positioned cameras. I brought a white towel and wrapped in front of camera. Son asked me to change panty and gave me another tying panty with long tie threads. Now I am used to change panties in front of camera and son so it didn’t bother me. Moreover, towel saved my “Top” too. Cooperative son aided me to climb on table by pushing my buttocks. I am almost 40 years old. The three feet height is frightening me to jump. Seeing my fear, my son encouraged me but I hesitated.After his 20 requests in one minute, I did not jump then he became furious and stomp angrily in the room. He screech Ma’ you cannot do this. You wasted my time. His harsh words & acts moistened my eyes and heavy hearted. I decided to jump anyway; even it hurts or broke my bones. With mixed feeling of shame, fear, and courage, I jumped on sofa, just to show him I regard him. My baby’s camera turned to sofa. What? Nothing happened. My towel did not open.Son Said- Ma’ short height did not opened towel. You have to jump on floor. Again, I climbed on table. Son asked me to sit. I sat like monkey. Crotch of panty exposed from cover of towel. Son loosened my towel, so it easily opens during jump. All cameras are ready to capture my artistic pose.With 1-2-3, I gathered all courage, chanted Goddess Vaisno Devi’s name and jumped from table to floor. Nothing happened. Towel fall only after I push from inside. My baby son gets disappointed. I could not see his gloomy face. I console him. I said ‘Beta’ try more I will succeed. Then we tried another four times. All wasted. Towel never opened during jump or in air. In general, we observed towels fell from body in awkward situations but when needed it never opens up.My son sat on sofa disappointedly. I Throw towel on floor and covered breasts with right hand. I sat beside him & ruffle his hairs. I thought my semi naked bodies will sooth him, but no. He did not move his hands on my thighs, which he is fond of. I dropped my hands from my breasts and hold his right hand & placed on my thigh. He did not lift his head to see my naked breasts. I understand matter is serious. He is desperate to shoot action scene of opening of my towel. I thought I have to do something concrete which opens my towel while jumping. An idea strike my mind & I run to my room. Within a minute, I came with a needle and white thread. Without covering my breasts, I sat beside him.He said- I thought you went to sleep.I Said-” How can I sleep, when my Sona ‘Beta’ is sad? See this needle & thread. I will stitch the back of towel with this strong “Coats Amito™” thread and attach other end with hook in wall. When I jumps from table this thread stops towel to move with me and I will land on floor without towel. My little sons face brightened like afternoon sun. With lot of smiles he hold my waist and said- Really Ma’, this is superb idea. But change this panty and wore another.And he untied my pantystrings. Put his hand in my crotch and pulled down panty. Panty moved from my groin by rubbing arse crack and peritonea. It bothered me but I prefer silence to keep him happy.I slightly lifted my arse and inserted another Thong, sitting beside him. Then as planned stitch towel with thread and attach other end with wall hook. Then I climbed on table and wrap towel on body. Son was behind the camera. Not ready to lose single moment. I moved near to wall so the intensity of jump increase. With his 1-2-3, I jumped from table. Wow. Thanks to goddess, Vaisno Devi towel opened up this time and I landed on floor only with thong panty. Son was extremely delighted and he too jumped with joy. Seeing joyful son which mother will not feel happy? I also.I Said-” Happy Now?Son Said- YES Ma’. You know, the towel opened up like an umbrella and you emerged like a “Pari” (angel). You know Ma’, you forget to cover your “Top” and it dropped like a “Daab” (green coconut) from tree.His words embarrassed me. I thought I purposely do this to make him happy. But I keep mum. I invited another “Aa Bail mujhe maar” situation. I said- Why not to try different poses and panties?And again I thought, shit me! Why I didn’t keep my mouth shut? Why I am inviting trouble for myself?Joyfully son said- Ma’ you snatched words from my mouth. But try to jump little high so I can film your panty.Son placed one camera on floor to film in low angle. It was placed such way that I will fall just above it. So it can take picture of my panty clearly. He said it is my target.I was ready again on table. Don’t know how many times to perform? As desired by son, I lowered panty. Not satisfied he pulled half inch more and just above my love nib. He positioned pedestal fan towards me. My thick curly pubic fur was flying in all direction.Son ordered me to widen my legs and pose like runner. Then I wrap towel & just little corner of it inserted in. strong air caused corners of towels starts flying before jump. I barely save it. It barely holds on my body. Any moment it can slip out but not when my son desired. Poor boy indeed. Inside towel, I lowered my panty more as a surprise gift for son. In fact, I rolled down entire material from my buttocks. Son thought I am pulling up panty and strongly rebuke me.I said- shut up and wait for jump so you can see I am not pulling up.He shouted- Then what are you doing inside towel? Why your hands are moving?I Said-” JUST SHUT UP and count.He positioned cameras and said-Ma’ I am WARNING you not to cover “Top.”His words are making me angry. More I am collaborating more he is becoming rude like his father.Without any word I smiled and with 1-2-3… Jumped. This time little high and opened hands. To save both camera and me and avoiding shouts of little devil, I widen my legs and precisely landed on floor straight over camera. My knees bend & somehow manage to prevent fall on camera. But my panty crotch touched camera. It filmed sudden opening of my vagina due to impact of forceful jump. Even though I manage to keep, open my hands.I looked at son whether he is happy or not? He did not trust that I lowered panty inside towel.That little devil bends and ogle between my legs whether I was telling truth or not. Seeing this much lower than his pulling and all pubic fur was flying, he stands up but did not express sorry. No matter, always mothers sacrifice for sons. I too did not bother him on this. I do not expect sorry from him or his father, grandfather etc. But his behavior irked me and I covered my Booboos. To irk him too, I asked him- Did you position any camera in back?He said- No, why?I turned back and showed him my half-open buttock and said- For this! He widened his eyes with surprise. Said- Oh Ma’ I missed a great shot.I said-” No problem! We can do again.Then he gave me a tiny beachwear panty with long side tie. I climb on table. While climbing a faint pain generate on my abdomen. It was my dysmenorrheal pain. All this monkey jumping, my old body could not absorb and it triggered dysmenorrheal pain. I hold my belly and pause for a second. Son shouted Ma’ hurry up. I ignored pain, climbed and wrap towel and change panty inside. Seeing me delaying, son too came on table and raised towel in back. Tied one side of panty very loosely, then untied other knot and retie loosely. He moved back and few minutes do something with towel and panty. He didn’t allow me to look back.I asked him- What are you doing? Need any help? Shall I remove towel? Anything wrong with this panty? Do I wear another panty? Don’t pull down my panty. Tell me, I’ll change. Any difficulty with stitching?He poked sharply in my back thigh muscles and said- Ma’ don’t babble. Look into camera and stand straight. God knows what he did with my towel and panty in back?He came down from table, removed camera from floor and positioned all 3 in different angle. I was surprised. Don’t he need close ups? But my own pain is increasing. All these jumping generated spasm in my hypo gastric region particularly in urinary bladder. Very strongly I controlled my spasmodic pain. Son could not understand this and shout- 1-2-3 JUMP, and I jumped. This time I push myself higher in air and spreads open all four limbs in air. My little devil baby son tied strings of panty with towel. When I jumped in air, panty opened with towel and fell on table before I could land on floor. Diary, my son filmed his nude jumping mother. I understood this when I was in the air. That was too late to cover modesty. Nudeness’ Panic triggered more spasm & pain in lower belly and vision become blank.(Chapter Menstrual Pain Aggravate)Diary, I landed straight on my baby’s body. Though he is strong man but abrupt force-full fall of 60 Kg lady grounded him too. All due to his fault. The enormous pain didn’t allow me to think anything else. I hold my belly and rolled in floor in foetus position. Now my son too became panicky. He hold me and starts shouting—Ma’, Ma’, Ma’. He understood that he didn’t administer anti inflammatory injection in the evening, so pain triggered once again. He said- wait Ma’ I am preparing injection.I was floundering naked on floor. Suddenly, a surge piercing pain strikes in my brain. It seems someone stab dagger in my head. I was feeling this type of headache during my dysmenorrheal pain every month. This brain nerve pain is more acute than abdominal pain. I forgot my belly pain and with big AAAAH sound hold my head. I ARCHED UP my entire torso.Forgetting I am naked before young son. But my Sona beta didn’t looked down and hold my head and placed on his lap. His cameras are not innocent or merciful like him and recorded all my floundering and yelling.My son put his left hand on my forehead. He pinches some acupressure point between my 2 eyes.Magically all headache reduced in one second. He closed my eyes with his left palm and said Ma’ don’t open eyes and count up to 1000. Unmindful of my nakedness, I relaxed my body on cold floor. Lower abdomen pain is still there, so I bend knees.My innocent but intelligent son slowly and silently push 3D camera before my ‘V’. He knows so much of pain certainly show something SAUCY. Diary, his thinking is right. Blood thoroughly washed my uterus and ooze out from my vagina. It was a bleeding of lifetime. I bleed for full 5 minutes. Gobs of blood accumulate in my arse crack and floor. Camera silently filmed all with auto Zoom 8X. The pulsation of my labia majora recorded by camera with accuracy. The opening of ‘V’ crack and flow of blood after every 2-3 second interval is a prized video for any gynecology student. I had anticipated this but ignores. My eyes have been closed by son’s palm. I was holding my head & counting. Faintly I heard that my son is also counting. I was happy that he is helping me if I count wrong. But when I counted 99 he softly murmurs 13. I don’t understand what type of counting he is doing. Then in my 130 he murmurs 14.Oh my god. He is doing something sinister. As a mother I understood what he is counting? My motherly intuition said he is counting the Montgomery Bumps on areola of my right breast.O M G what a wicked boy he is? Filming Ma’s vaginal bleeding and counting Montgomery bumps. He is taking disadvantage of my situation. I moved my hands to my breasts. But he caught my right hand and tightly holds it. I covered my left breast with my left hand. My eyes are closed and I missed my counting. The pain in brain returns. I cried.My little baby said- Ma’ forget about all, count 1000, only then acupressure works. I too thought he is right and restart counting. Suddenly I felt tingling sensation on my lower tummy. My affectionate son was rubbing “Zhandu Balm” on my sausage meat type soft tummy. Tingling sensation of menthol of Zhandu balm soothes the abdominal pain temporarily.Moreover, the warm & tender polish of my tummy by son decreased the feeling of pain. His one hand was engaged in closing of my eyes and relieving pain in brain and other hand was rubbing balm on my tummy and relieving pain there. Silently I covered my both breasts with hands. I was sad that my son is discharging his sonly duties but I am depriving him with his eye candy.Better luck for next time. Diary, I was sure he will get this better luck next moment. Indeed. His rubbing hands moved lower and lower of my body. Ignoring spasm, I slightly opened my legs. My eyes are closed not his. Fraction of a second his middle finger drove south. He caresses my bush and moved further down. He had just touched my hood of clitoris. All the skin hairs, pubic hairs and gooseflesh of mine stand with thrilling sensation. Diary I don’t know how, but for a second all pain of my body vanished. That means all these sex-dry years of married life is the root cause of dysmenorrheal pain. I am sex starved. I vowed that now onward I’ll enjoy my sex life!! My son didn’t proceed further. May be he fulfilled his lust or fearful. No problem we have enough time to do these. He was rubbing lightly and gently my silky soft skin of belly. Spasm is making waves in my abdomen.My son was enjoying the rhythmic waves of my abdominal muscles. Sometime he squeezes my flesh in his paw and feels motion of waves. Sometimes he nudge finger in my belly depression. This increases my pain but I kept silence. I know his camera is on. To give him an indirect gift, I slightly lifted my buttock and splay legs so that camera can catch EXTRA SHOTS. Intelligent circuits of camera follow the direction of my baby’s fingers on my tummy. It zoom 16X. I figure out my full vagina caught in one frame. Poor boy, he could not see anything due to my thick pubic hair. Continuous low humming sound of camera is confirming me he took full 1 minute film.Diary, My son’s finger movement on my plaint belly confirmed me that next target is my clitoris- my love nib. Yes, I am right. Mechanical sounds of big lenses definitely of zoom 32X.All the gory crack of mine captured by naughty camera. Not only that, following the finger movements of son, it moves up & down to take picture of my vagina from clit to peritoneum. Full length of my crack was covered by gory black & curly pubic hair. So to add sauce I applied pressure in my bladder and crack opened slightly. But it also forced few drops of piss which came with more blood from my crack. After all I had not pissed long. Drop by drop piss was captured by cannon camera.Meanwhile, I finished counting and my son finished his. He murmurs. Total 18. Six at right. Six at left. Two at bottom. Four on top. He has not only counted total numbers of gooseberries of areola, but got their position too.Diary, he didn’t know during arousal or breastfeeding many more bums erupted in areola, which are in dormant now. I was happy but sad at the same time that he could not count bumps on my left areola. May be for next time. When my headache subsides, I feel the dysmenorrheal pain once again and cried. I again turned in foetus position. Son runs to his room for injection. Within half minute he came with anti inflammatory -anti spasmodic injection. He asked me to lie straight. Floor was too cold, but I comply. Wondered why ask for lying straight when injection have to be pricked in butt. I turned my right butt little up.My little baby said- Ma’ for quick pain relief it has to be injected near pain site.I Said-” What? Means in my lower belly?Son Said-No Ma’, near there…….I Said-” Where? Oh no, near there? (Means near my vagina)Son Said- Yes Ma’. Open your legs.Marta kya na karta (a dying man can do anything for survival). I opened my legs but cupped my vagina. Son was not happy. He sat between my legs on my discharged blood. Hem of his “Boxer Short” get mess. The cold stainless steel needle touched my finger. Fear strike in my mind that erroneously he may prick in my finger. Hurriedly I remove my one finger from right labia majora. Instantly son pricked injection in my vagina lip. I could not protest, rather I don’t want to protest. He is curing me and he is the one who first tasted me freedom from pain during my monthly period. I should let him to do whatever he wants to do. We remain in that position for two minutes. After that all pain vanishes. I sat back with smile and happy eyes. My son pulled me near him. With the back support of wall we sat on floor. I was sitting beside his left thigh, naked. He holds my shoulders. He holds my shoulders without hesitation of my nakedness. I adjusted my hairs. My son was not looking at my breasts but my face.With his peripheral vision he is looking my breasts. He was happy too that his mom gets rid from pain. His eyes saying that he want some prize. I am already naked. So I planted a soft motherly wet kiss on his forehead.Half satisfied he caresses my face and asked- Are you ready for photography?Diary, I was not. But I didn’t say so. I said- Yes my Son. I need a new panty. Next moment 2 tiny pair emerges in his hand. He put 2 panties to cover my breasts.(Chapter Up side down on Sofa)Then my son lifted his middle aged mother. Put me up-side down in sofa. My feet get support of wall behind sofa. He put two cushions behind my back to make my body arched. Both panties which covered my breasts, dropped on floor. I was not about to lift them and leave my breasts exposed. Dim lighted room lit up with my son’s bright face. I saw that he chocked. I giggled seeing his condition. A son is swallowing saliva seeing his 99 percent naked mom. I made him more chocked by widening my legs on wall and dropped my hands down, from sofa. He said with shaking voice Ma cover you’re….hunh…hunh …. . He means my breasts which he hesitates to pronounce. I laugh loud and ask him to give me another set of brasseries as dropped hands will give good exposure.My son gave me two starlet halter push up bras from his magic bag. One aqua marine other was bottle green. I put 2 different colored bra on my each breast. After hanging down hands I asked my son – you want to change my panty or this is OK? Diary as I was sure, my son pulled another tiny piece of black laced bordered, low raised, white color V string panty from his magic bag. A nice present for mother. Psychologically, every piece of panty or bra, making me more and more nude in front of son. My son dishonorably throws it on my face. My heart cried. Men will remain men. No matter how much women loved them! No matter how much women exposed before them.In this case his respectful mom. I silently pulled down my old panty. Tried as much as I can hide, which is very difficult in this position. But I not dared to stand back, as my son laid me in this pose. I silently put new V string. It has no material on sides. No elastic either. Only a black, ultra soft, one centimeter cotton band. Panty is so small that only width of my waist will able to hold it. It is kind of ‘use & throw panty’, as after one wear it looses its gripping capacity. During inserting I saw in faint light its price tag. It was 12 dollars; for one night shoot!!!! Diary I am feeling like a whore. My son truly loves me.After lot of struggle I put V string in its place. V-string was very low raised, so it didn’t move beyond ‘upper beginning of crack’. My pubic hairs flung like bouquet of flowers from white V string hem. My “sona” baby catches his mother’s action in his powerful camera.After I finish my “Sona” baby asked me to lower it more. I said- Baby it is already much lowered, how can I lower it more? See it is not covering me properly. If I lowered it more, it can not be re-wear.My calm & cool baby boy gets agitated. He shouted at the night of 1.30am. MA HAVE I ASKED YOUROPINION? LOWER YOUR PANTY.Fraction of a second I lowered my panty up to my thighs. I thought he is a true madarchod. If I want to spend rest of my life with him, I have to keep my mouth shut and do whatever he likes.After all 50 percent of blood inside him was his father’s. When I spend life with100 percent bastard blooded husband then no harm to tolerate his son. After all he loves me, unlike his father and his remaining 50 percent is mine.Dairy, I meekly protested, said- Think about neighbors my Sona beta (Son like Gold). My son is more reasonable than his father. He understood me. He calmed down. That’s why I love him from c***dhood. He resumed his shooting. Panty on thigh prevented my legs to max stretch. But he insists me to widen my legs. My force tear soft cotton band. Panty ripped & dropped on my crotch. What I could not do (covering full crotch) my son’s insistence done that.Fearing my baby boy, I didn’t touched panty but looked at him. Is he again infuriated? No rather he is happy. He asked me to sit on sofa. Sitting made all breasts covered bra and panty to slip from my body. Fearing son’s yell I could not covered my breasts with hands. Only my hair slightly covered them. My innocent son gave me another green satin V String Panty.There was only two tiny V. One on tail bone, another only to cover uppermost parts of my pubic hairs. There are 2 thin satin strings to hold both V. One for waist & other as loop in crotch.Unlike old one it has to fasten on both sides of waist and just below the back V. so three ties to hold threads on body. It is actually cross designed of V-string and Thong. No one can say it as a panty. Seeing this I laughed loudly. Now my son asked me to think about neighbors. Son was embarrassed. Ignoring him I laughed from my heart.After2-3 minutes of heavy laugh I hoisted my new panty with both hands before camera. HO HOHO HOHO HO, I laughed & said- a present from a son to his mother Ha-Ha-Ha. It is almost invisible in night HO Ho HO. I can shit, wearing it. Ha Ha Ha.(Chapter BATHROOM VIDEO)Hearing my words, my son’s eyes sparkled. He catch my right hand and in one jerk lifted me from sofa. I am still laughing. But he pulled me towards bathroom. My all laugh vanished. I didn’t get what he has in mind? Is he going to fuck me in bathroom? Oh god I infuriated him so much that now he will fuck me.I said- Beta- Beta listen Beta, I didn’t mean so. Panty is nice Beta. I’ll wear Beta, My “Sona beta”. Please-Please return back to room, return to our bed. I will wear all your stuff. Beta Please Beta.But my son drags me in bathroom, switch on 32 watt CFL escort karşıyaka and opened shower. It is month of February.He pushed me under cold water of shower and immediately aim camera over me.Dairy, I was stunned with this act of my baby boy. My naked body shivered with coldness of water. CFL illuminated my shivering wet body. I just hide my nakedness with my arms. I twisted my legs to hide my lower assets from my son’s preying eyes. I was still holding V-String. The whole operation was so abrupt that I could not able to understand for a minute. After thoroughly wetting me, my son ordered me to wear V-string.This made me infuriated. Woman inside me goes to sleep and mother inside me waked up.I give him a BIG SLAP—”Chantak” Bathroom vibrated with slap noise. With one hand, I hid my breasts and with other hand, I took his V string panty and throws on his face. My face was glowing red & hot with anger, shame, and coldness.Son’s eyes moistened. He put his hand on slapped cheek. I expected some revenge from teenage son. However, silently he knelt down on bathroom floor. I twisted my legs more & covered my vagina. He kissed my feet. A chilling current goes from my feet to my body.He said- I am sorry ma.My heart melted. I hold his shoulders and lifted. I said- uuth beta. He silently stands. I lookedhim lovingly, still hands on his shoulders. I said- why beta so much insulting Ma? Is this my age to do all these? Wearing panty, getting photographed in bikinis? Cold shower at midnight! Huh? What do you think ? your mother will do every thing for you?lets go and sleep, I am feeling tired & sleepy.He did not say anything but dangled V string panty before me. My mood changed again. Second SLAP. However, arrant son beamed and more dangled panty. His audacious behavior irritated me. I am feeling sleepy and he is adamant to put panty to me. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap, I gave him five medium sized slaps on his both cheeks. I forget that slapping caused my milk bags to jiggle. He is very near to my body so could not see it but felt on his chest. He was smilling. When I understand this, I stopped. I said- I will beat you with shoes.Without bothering, he put panty on my head. I froze for a second. Now he said after long time- Ma you are naked. Now will you please wear panty? I am ready to spend tonight in bathroom until you finish shoot with these 85 panties. In addition, he showed me another bag, which contains 85 threads & lattice like panties. I surrendered before boisterous son. Next to second, I drop down my face. Think for a moment and pulled panty from my head. Son thought I will slap him again, so he moved back his head. But I turned left side. Not turned back to give him glance of my wet arse. I don’t understand how to wear this two three pieces of threads & heart shaped V. Anyway, I inserted one thread between my legs & pulled from behind. After five minutes of trying, I understand I inserted wrong V & thread between my legs. Design is such a perfect and flawless that only right side will fit in right part of body. I saw tag. It was Victoria’s secret cost Dollar 60, means Rs 2,700/-.My lovely gold-hearted son bought such a costly piece of panty for his mother, so I thought I should not dishearten him. After all he is filming very artistic video of me. Under shower, struggling to wear V string. Running shower causes difficulties for me to wear this. I pleaded my son- Please Sona Beta. Stop the shower. My baby boy came near shower knob. I was happy he will put off shower and I’ll get rid from cold water. But instead of turning off he opened it full. Now water was pouring more speedily, piercing my soft skin and shaking me more in cold. My son fix camera on tripod.I adjusted my hairs on opposite side as camera is taking my artistic photos of bathing under shower. I smiled to my son. He said look into camera and smile. I did so. My son shuts the bathroom door and bolted it tightly, so I can not escape. My heart sanked that now one by one I have to wear 85 panties. He stands far away from me, not to get wet. He strictly ordered me to wear V-String. My son said it was my idea to do shit wearing this panty and now I am unable to wear it. I said it is because of shower. Water goes in my eyes and I am shivering. Moreover, I am not used to wear panty. I requested lot to my son to help me. I throw tantrum. But he was unmoved. He is actually enjoying my naked tantrum.Diary, at last my Sona baby boy came to me. He took panty from my hands and asked me to widen legs. Diary, I happily opened my legs for my son. My son inserted the right cord of panty between my legs, pulled it up and asked me to hold it there. Now I understand, this simple looking V string is not simple to wear. It is a designer panty. One needs help of other to wear it properly.Then my Sona beta fastens left strings and then right strings. My son asked me to turn back. I said you go to my back, I am shivering. He said with strong voice I am under shower too, you turned back. Diary I don’t know why I failed to protest and simply turned back. Erroneously, I turned by side of wall so camera didn’t filmed my breast’s photos. My son is more interested in my breasts than my butt. He ordered me to turn again. This time with hands up. I simply followed him. To make my baby boy happier I turn 4 times, very slowly. I know he set angles in such a way that whole of my naked body filmed by powerful 3D twin lenses. My handsome son sat on his knees behind me. My wet butt was in front of him. Now I shivered with shame. He pulls loop cord between my legs and fastened with tail bone V. Making knot is also an artistic work. One can not tie it ordinarily otherwise it will open. My son took utmost care to make special artistic bow above my arse crack. I didn’t feel that I am wearing anything, thoughthong hides my vital secret organs very aesthetically.Now I pleaded my loving son that I am feeling fever. He said wait for few minutes. Then my son took second camera in hand and starts capturing my panty’s close ups. He bends me from waist so my butt moved up. He filmed my wet, thong covered butt deeply. I know he is dying to see inside my rectum. He is wondering what is inside Ma’s back door? His c***dish thoughts disappear my feverish feeling and I starts laughing.My son wondered why I am laughing in cold shower at this time of late midnight. This made me to laugh more. Though my voice is low this time. Because of laughing my butt is shaking which exited my son more. He tries to enter camera more near to my butt opening. Laughing displacing thong from my butt momentarily.This one second displacements motivate my son to see all inside of his mother. These thoughts made me more laugh and more dislocation. My (un)professionally motivated son do not want to miss single dislocation.I firmly stopped my fart, as it may cause displeasure to my baby son. But I laughed more in bended position. By his sheer luck, a faint odor less & sound less gas erupted from my arse pipe. It popped my star shape hole and my son got momentary glimpse of door of my rectum. I understood this is the seeding of future problem. Now my son will “hath dho ke mere gaand ke pichey pada rahega” (Desperately run behind my back to seek my butt). He almost inserted lens in my rectum. I jerked & stand straight. Though he annoyed but cold not say anything due to embarrassment. My son silently gets out of shower and focused on my crotch.He said me to place my one leg on tap, which is fixed under the shower. But it was 3.6 feet above the floor so I was unable to place that. He came near me, strongly pull my left leg and put on tap. I get misbalance & take help of son’s shoulder. My breasts wobble nakedly in front of my son & camera. We smiled. Helping & caring son gently balanced me & moved back. I was standing on my tip toe. Very delicately balancing my wet luscious body, as my son didn’t permit me to place hands on wall. He ordered me to run my fingers on my hairs. I know, by this, he will meticulously film my mammary. Scene was too artistic. Wet Ma, bathing under shower, at middle of night, running hands on hair. Completely bare breasts and partly enveloped crotch & butt cracks can madden any young man, son or no son. I am now just a woman flesh for him. Not a mother. All he is getting is side views. When he came nears me shower wetted him. He dislikes cold water in month of February’s midnight. But he needs frontal views of my body.He cried -Ma turn straight. Hearing ‘Ma’ from my baby boy’s mouth, melted my heart. I felt sad for him that he is not getting proper view of me. My heart cried for my c***d. I forgot all my uneasiness and slowly – slowly I turned towards him. Son cried -Ma hurry up. My heart yelled -Yes my son, yes. Ignoring my problem of tip toe standing, I hurriedly turned to him. Firmly fixing leg on tap. I was about to fall, but God saved me for my c***d. My son was happy, so was I.Now he carefully filmed all my nudity preciously. Wearing designer thong doesn’t make me clothed. I know I am naked before my son. YES Diary, I am naked before my son. He zoom lens on my crack. My vagina drank lot of draining water. It is now very wet and soft like ice cream. Water soothes my menstrual crack. All Boys are mad about women’s 3 inch long fissure. They don’t pay heed whether it is of their mother or other lady. My son is not different. Ogling behind camera to see his mother’s Boor. More he is seeing, more of my bitchy motherhood aroused to show him more. I slightly slide my toe on wet floor to widen my legs. God helped me. Without falling I spread my legs, almost 3 feet.This was eye feast for my son. By 3 minutes filming of my crotch he collected minute details of my crack lips and mound of Venus, dot by dot, hair by hair.Suddenly my son slipped and collapsed over me. My son fell on my body. To save him from falling on floor, I hold him but loose my own balance. We together fell on floor. To prevent him from injury somehow I manage to hold him up, but I get heavy knock with wet floor. My butt thud with floor. I sigh with cry. My heart cried for my falling son. Ignoring my own pain, I shout -Beta are you okay? Lagi to nahi? Beta are you okay? If not I’ll take you to hospital. My son smiled, said Ma I am all right. I fell on your cushiony body. I feel relaxed, I save my baby. So what if I got pain?His camera is still filming us. In fallen position son now skate out our body from shower. He doesn’t like cold water. I think he is in no mood to stand up. He leisurely adjusted himself over my body. He positioned his Cock between my legs. Wet body rubs more of our crotches. I was not sure about position of my thong. Is it in place or displaced? Due to pain in low back and hand I could not use force to stand. Also I do not want to displease my son to leave my body. I cried and ‘again and again’ asked whether he is all right or not?He took camera in hand and filmed my abdomen and breasts. He forcefully glued his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis with my thong covered crack. It formidably sticks me with wet cold & hard floor. For him it was super shot to film mother on bathroom floor! I never complained him about my pain. Rather I was happy to see my son is all right and joyful in filming me. Diary, for my son’s joy I requested him with low voice, Beta for great shot please mold my body as par your wish, I am unable to do so. My Sona ‘Beta’ said Ma I need your professional advice. I don’t understand in this position how can I shot your lower abdomen and hem of thong? I smiled, thinking how clever he is. His sole intension is to stick me in this position for long time and he wants to shoot our union of genitals. My lower back is aching, in spite of this I said- ‘Beta’ put something under my waist. It will arch me and gives you good point of view.Without standing he searched bathroom and find a plastic mug. He pulled my waist and pushes that mug forcefully under my waist. With pain I cried- AAAOUUUU and arched back. I slipped slightly away from his crotch. Ignoring my cry my Sona ‘Beta’ hold my naked wet thighs & pulled me near to his crotch.He again fortifies his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis over my thong and camera attacks on crack. Sound of zoom & clicks made me sure, he will take good time. Double pain is killing me but for son’s joy and enthusiasm I opened my arms too. He ignored my top and continued shooting my lowers. I was feeling his ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis is alternates between my cracks left and right lips. Its feeling was very funny like brushing of teeth.I was not sure about position of my thong, I get apprehension. I gather strength and by support of my elbows get up to see what is happening with my lower body. What I saw made me to forget pain and I laughed again. My all wet pubic hairs are straightened by water and they set like combed hair, with “Maang” (parting of hair line in head.) between them. My baby boy’s ‘Boxer Shorts’ covered penis sliding the loop thread of thong left- right, left- right, left- right. This is creating funny tingling sensation. My laugh ceased his operation and my baby boy looked at me fearfully like caught by Mom while eating chocolate. But seeing my happy eyes and smiling face he beamed too with shame.Diary, the innocent smile of my c***d frenzied me. I don’t want to spoil my c***d’s k**dy game, soI said- Continue ‘Beta’ continue, but take care not to insert “anything’ inside, it may kill your Ma. My c***d said- No Ma, everything is outside. I laughed more. With frenzy I got up on his lap & kissed his cheeks with lot of OOmmph sound. After 10-12 kisses I sat on his lap.Diary, I am feeling that I got my old 2 years son who plays with my body. I am amazed to feel that whenever I moved on his lap, his iron rod follows my crack. Sometime I purposely lift my butt to move from son’s right to left thigh. His iron rod too stands, to follow and touch my crack. My son widened his thighs, so lot of gap created between his legs. After 20-25 OOmmph kisses, when I settled in his lap, my crack and butt was hanging in air. COBRA follows its burrow. I felt smoldering steel rod at the fleshy lips of my crack. Even continuous pouring of cold water was unable to cool my son’s rod. I am proud of my son.Then we stand back. I am still shivering. My caring son again put me under shower and slowly opened knob. Again my body wetted with fresh water. Then he closed knob. Now he aimed stream of draining water from my head to my panty. He slowly and meticulously filmed a thin stream of water, from my head to my nose, to my lips to my chin to my throat to my cleavage to abdomen to belly button to hem of thong to my crack. When water reaches my thong it was only few drops of water. My son wasn’t satisfied, so again open faint stream of shower and filmed water stream up to my crack. He was thrilled to see how water is going directly in my crack. He filmed this scène for quite sometime. I smile to see my son’s pleasure. Then my son gets on his knees. He catches my ankle and pulled. Again I get misbalanced. I got the signal he wants me in his lap. I slowly sit on his lap but he hold my neck and laid my on cold-wet bathroom floor. A feverish sensation generated in my body. He adjusted my body so water directly falls on my navel. Sharp flow of water vibrates my abdomen like eathquack in Japan. From my navel water swilled out like a fountain. I covered my breasts with wet bunch of hairs.Son said- Ma move like a fish.I followed his order and start moving like a fish under shower. My hairs on breasts could not withstand my dancing and fall from my breasts. I didn’t try to cover them and continued my water dancing. I shake my shoulders, move breasts up and down rythemecally, gyrate waist and open & close legs many times. My son was filming me from top; other cameras were also actively shooting me from different angles. He stands over me by placing his legs on sides of my abdomen. His buttock was facing my mouth. I can see his long dong king kong hanging inside the boxer shorts.(Chapter RETURN TO ROOM)After that by holding my hands, my son brings me to room. Room was s**ttered with panties and brassieres. Son again starts searching itsy-bitsy in his magic bag. I was standing in middle of room, shyly. Shrinking and covered my frontal nudity by hands. I am not drying my hairs too, fearing annoyance of son. I know he likes dripping water from Ma’s body. He didn’t bother to give me a towel to dry me. Suddenly he beamed. He pulls a set of bikini. Smilingly he showed me. I thought in mind- Oh No not again. This boy made me to awake all the night and seems he will continue in dawn too. But seeing my dripping shrinking body he took camera and again shot me for 2 min. After fixing camera on tripod he gave me purple set of Bikini and said- Change it. I turned back from camera. My son cried- Ma what are you doing?In Front Of Camera, Now and Here, Change It. I looked at him angrily, No ‘Beta’ not in front of camera. I am only modeling panty. It is not skin show. My c***d became spoiled brat. He throws camera one side and sat on floor. Face reddened and puffs up with rage. I laughed at his innocence and came near to him. Raffle his hair. To calm him, I said- ‘Beta’ it is not that I don’t want to change, but I want, now you change my panty. His face glows with anticipation. All anger goes. My baby boy said- Yes Ma, sure, But I want to do it 10 times. No- No 20 times. Oh No Ma, I want to change your panty and bra at least 100 times. I hug my baby, said yes ‘Beta’ 100 times, but for now only 10 times. Rest you can do in morning My ‘Beta’ said- Ma I am not going to allow you to sleeping tonight. Whole night you have to keep awake and change panties.Ma in morning I will change your panty every minute. I lovingly hugged my son and said- Yes my son yes. Then we both stand and he adjusted camera.Diary, though I showed to his camera my all assets but as a women I know I hid my crack lip’s insides. Yes, I successfully hid penetralia of my vagina- the deep pink colored vulva. What I showed is only my pale brownish puffy crack lips and little bit of slice between lips. Yes all of my zhant (pubic hair) get filmed. My son came behind me. With one move he untied back knot of thong. It sticks with my wet butt crack. Moved his hands in my sides and one by one untie both knots of V string. From back he pulled the back thread of panty. Panty scratched my crotch & parted from my body.Robotically I covered my pubic region, deprive camera to catch that unique show. My son didn’t notice it; otherwise he may get fury and ask me to again repeat this act 10 times. I am not ready for that due to whole night awakening, cold, pain and above all tiredness. I am a human being also beside a woman and need other bodily needs like, sleep, rest, food, urinating etc. Any way my son get happy and gave me another pair of bikini set. Top’s color was very attractive- Fluorescent Green or others call it Neon Green. No halter attached, only a single back spandex strap at very low on back.Only a small Velcro tape is attached to fasten each other. It is so easy to attach & un-attach that, any naughty boy can snap it easily and can make me topless. No material at underarms. There is lot of gap between two half moon designed cups which made a wide & deep cleavage. Since cups are very tight and near to arm, it pushed up breasts extremely up. So distance between two breasts is almost 2-3 inch. Barring nipple, all upper, lower and side areola is out in the open. In front both breasts holding cups are attached with a big ‘U’ shaped metal ring. Unlike elastic it can not be stretched, so little body movements heavily wobbles my breasts. Special padding inside excessively pushed up my breasts. Cleavage & ‘U’ shaped metal ring was big attraction for my teenage son. I know he is thinking to insert his Dong through this ‘U’ shaped metal ring and rub on my cleavage.Panty was comparatively modest to older once. Cover half of my buttock. Extremely low rise make again pubic hairs to furl out of panty edge. No material on sides of waist. A thin strap is hanging in back, which can be fastened with front hem, with a small Velcro tape. If women is inattentive for a second any body can unfasten Velcro tape and panty will fall down. I smiled at my son’s intelligence to choose cloths which can make his mother nude any time at his will. I happily wore all these. My baby boy places his hands on my shoulder. He looked me from top to bottom. Diary he seems very happy. Happy to force his mother awoke whole night. He is happy to dress me with his collection of lingerie.Then he pulled me to his room. It was dark. Again my heart sank, thinking; now finally I am going to be ****d by my own son on his bed. And I have no courage to stop him. But my sweet son gently sited me on bed.Diary my Baby said- Ma enough of plain photography. Now I’ll beautify you. My son Coiffure my hair. Dried mine wet hair with hair-dryer. Neatly combed & tangles free all messy hairs. Brushed straight and made a ponytail. Then my son coiled my ponytail and twisted anticlockwise. He piled all of my hair up and made a tight Chignon at upper back of my head. He said it make me more feminine and motherly. Leave bunch of hairs over ears to fly freely. It gave an undulatory appearance of my shiny hairs, like aurora in night-sky. He holds my chin and turned left-right to see his artistic work. My baby boy gave me a mirror. I see myself in it. I was stunned to see my beautiful coiffure. Diary I admired myself- How beautiful I am! My son made me beautiful. He brings out the beauty from me which was sleeping inside for so many years.Then my son remove old nail polish with Lakme (™) remover and put green matt finish nail polish. It is special nail polish which after dry, leaves numerous small black dot impressions on green background. This he applied on my foot nails too. Diary I patiently allowed coloring of my nails by my son. I was very delighted inside. My heart was crying and enjoying simultaneously. Nobody ever polished my nails. Not even me, with so gently and methodically as my son is doing. Women love their body so much that little praise of their beauty elates them. Women always wish their lovers should appreciate their beauty. That’s why women take long time for make up. They want to present their body to their lovers flawlessly. We can not tolerate criticism of our beauty, so we always thinking to make-up. We always think I am better than other women. It helps and motivates women to compete to get Mr. Perfect.We women are always apprehensive about our own make up, so we women are running to beauty parlors, there we get satisfaction that someone who is specialized in this is beautifying my body, making me perfect. Now my lover will pay more attention to me. Women love their body decorators. When body decorator is her own son, it really made women ecstatic.Then my son laid me on bed and applied Nivia™ cream all over body. Massaged cream on my legs, my tummy, my hands, my neck & nape, my back, front & back of my thighs, my exposed half butt & my cleavage. His manly massage comforted my aching & tired body. I dozed off with my son’s affectionate rubbing of my feminine body. I start dreaming of my early motherhood days, when I was massaging my c***dren. Now I am getting back what I done. In doze, I sensed my son took my sole carefully in his palms and delicately massaged them. Tenderly and affectionately rub each finger of feet with his thumb & index finger. My son very tenderly massaged fingers of my hands.Diary, believe me my heart yelled inside to give some priceless present to my son. What can I give him? All things he had provided me. I have only my body to present him. Suddenly he pulled me from sleep. I sat back on bed. Now my son took a gel lipstick. It was blood red color. My son took my chin in his one hand and meticulously put lipstick on my lips. Then with that lipstick he made a big dot in my forehead, like sindoor. I widen my eyes to show my displeasure. He said it is only make-up and lipstick has no religious value. Again he gave me mirror. Mirror gets cracked looking my beauty. Looking myself in it cause a faint orgasm inside me. Oh what a beautiful I am.Then he put a pair of new high heel shoe on my feet.After 5 minutes we stopped and looked to each other erotically. It was 2.45am.(Chapter FRIDGE & HANDCUFF)Love and affection flows from my heart. I want to give him some precious gift. I know if I offer him choice, certainly he asks for mother’s vagina. My eyes are closing with sleep but with apprehension I said- ‘Beta’ I want to give you something precious, ask anything I have.Son Said- Ma’ you just gave me most precious photographs of yours. It is enough for me.Foolishly I insisted him- Ok but you can ask for anything I have.Son Said- Ma’ right now you can give me bottle of water from fridge.I smilingly stand and came near to fridge. I opened fridge but could not find bottle of water. After lot of searching I saw a bottle at lower basket under loose vegetables. I bend and tried to remove vegetables to get bottle. With high pointed heels I was feeling little discomfort. I was between fridge and its door. Heel was unbalancing me. Door was thudding with my waist. By this way my arse pointed upwards. My son was exactly looking for this show. That is why he asked for water. When I understand this, I took more time to take out bottle.My son came behind me and watched my bobbing arse up and down. My arse crack fully eaten up panty’s material inside. I know he is tentatively watching me. My son gathers courage and put his hand over my ass cheek. I jerked but remain calm, as nothing-serious happened and continue searching water.When he starts groping my ass cheek, I alarmed and turned my head back without trying to stand. I mischievously smiled and gave him the bottle.He took bottle & slowly opened the cap. Gesturing that he will one day open my arse-door like that.While drinking he drain lot of water over my ass buns. Cold fridge water generates sensation on my ass skin and goose fleshes irrupt. My son gathers courage and put his finger in my crack. His intention was only to pull out thin thread like material from my back door. He inserted his finger slowly and silently but a manly touch on my virgin anus shakes my whole body. My jerking made half inch of his finger goes inside my rear pipe. First time in my life somebody invaded my chaste shit pipe. It was pure accidental, but my natural womanly instinct does another accident. Like a horse I kick his leg with heels. I felt abrupt ejection of finger from my anal canal. With OOOOOO sound he sat on floor. I looked back and saw what a mistake I have done. I covered my mouth with my hands. Still there is a funny feeling in my anus.I sat near him on my knees. Hitting was mild, but he was doing big “Nautanki” (Drama). Anyway I patted his leg. Pleaded sorry many times, I told him this is he who inserted finger. He vehemently argued with me that he did not inserted finger in my anus. He lied that he neither tried nor intended.It was no point in arguing with him when I am all apologetic for his misdeed. I was feeling bad for hurting my son, not physically but emotionally. I know due to embarrassment he is arguing. Shame for getting caught red handed and failed in crime too.#To change topic I hug his head on my arms and pulled to my soft breasts. A mother knows how to console embarrassed c***d. To appease him I again asked if he needs something.That son of a dog said- Ma’ I want to take few of your bondage photos.I Said-” what? What type of bondage photo?Son Said- nothing serious Ma’ only bonded hands with bra and panties. Normal & plain.Diary, It was a trap. First he will bind me then do something evil. But I get ready for that. Let him do what he wants. I gave my hands to him.I Said-” Ok, bind me.We stand together; he turned me and pulls both hands on my back. Then with a thin thread like panty he tied my wrists tightly. When he finished, I thought I did a big mistake. Now I can not even struggle freely. He pushed me on sofa. My nervous eyes appear like I am sleepy. But son was super delighted.He said-Calmly sit Ma’ I am bringing a cup of coffee. Then he went to kitchen and came with a big mug of coffee. He sat beside me. Cameras were doing their business.He said- Ma’ this will disappear our sleep. First he sipped and then offered me. Due to tied handsI sipped from his hands. Sip from same cup generate intense affection for each other. It melted my heart. I liked my bondage. We lovingly stared each other.I Said-why don’t you pull down boxer. Shying from Ma’?Smilingly son pulled down his boxer short.(Chapter Double Meaning Dirty Talk)We start chit-chat while drinking coffee.Son Said- Ma’ Tum Muzhe Kuch Dena Chahati thi?I Said- “Haan ‘Beta’ Mai Tuzhe Kuch Dena Chathi Hoon.Son Said- Ma’ Kya Dogi?I Said- Kya Loge?Son Said- Jo Mangunga Woh Dogi?I Said-” Yes ‘Beta’ Doongi! Tu Maang Kar To Dekh. Waise Tum Meri Kya Logey?Son Said- Ma’ Mai To Teri Poori Ki Poori Lunga.I said seductively-” Kuch To Batao Ki Loge Kya?Son Said- Ma’ Abhi Pahle To Tuzhe Mai Apne Goud Me Lena Chatha Hoon.I Said-” To Le Lo. Kisne Roka Hai?Son put one leg on sofa and pulled me in his lap. With zero resistance I moved to his lap. His one leg is hanging out of sofa so my butt sank between his thighs. I again experienced hissing Dong trying to go inside me. My butt momentarily grounded him. I too lifted my right leg and put behind him. So now our legs are crisscrossed. His Dong and my Burrow facing each other.From backside he inserted his left hand inside of my left arm-pit. So he can control me. He pulled me near to his face. My breasts wobble in front of his eyes. Son put his right hand on my waist and hold me tightly. By this way he fully took control of my body. Now my movements are on his mercy.He softly caressed my waist and squeeze too.I Said-” Goud Me To Le Liya, Ab Meri Kya Loge?(took me on lap now what?)Son Said- Ma’ Dogi? (will you give )I Said-” Le Lo! (Take me)Son Said- Ma’ Blouse To Kholti Nahi Ho Aur Dene Ki Baat Karti Ho!(you are not opening blouse and offering me to take)I Said-“Khol To Sakte Nahi Ho , Badi-Badi Baat Kartey Ho. Karna Kya Hai? Kheench Do Yeh Ring!Son Said- Sirf Kholne Se Kya Hoga? Dekhne Dogi?I Said-” Dekhne Ko Bacha Kya Hai? Meri To Tumne Chu-Chu Dekh Lee, Meri Pichadi Dekh Lee, Su-Su DekhLee, Ab Baki Kya Raha? Kal Se To Phir Strict Maa Ban Jaoongi!Son pulled down that ‘U’ shaped ring. My breasts get freedom before his eyes. Though I suggested this to him but it was unexpected!!! I opened my mouth in surprise!!!I Said-” Lo Khol Diya Na , Ab Dekhlo Maje Leke. Dee Ya Nahi?Son Said- Ma’ Darkness Me Dikha Kar Kya Hoga. Jab Din Me Dekhne Degi Tab Loonga. Maa Kuch Ujala KarNa!I Smiled With All My 32 Teeth.Son Said- Ma’ Ab Poora Ujala Ho Gay. Ab Le Sakta Hoon.I Said-” Ab Phir Kya Lega?Son Said- Ma’ Lena To Poora Baki Hai, Yeh To Sirf trailer Hai.I Said-” Step By Step Lo. Second Me Kya Loge?Son Said- Ma’ Ek Kissi Loonga.I Said-” To Le Lo, Kisne Roka Hai?And I forwarded my right cheek to him. He kissed with lot of saliva and sound.He shake my whole body & Said- Ma’ Kisne Kaha Tha Mai Gaal Par Kissi Loonga?I Said-” Mai Janti Thi Tu Ulti Sidhi Jagah Meri Lega Isliye Gaal Agey Kar Di!Son Said- Ma’ Chodunga To Nahi, Teri Leke To Rahunga!I Said-” Ek Kissi Ki Hi Baat Hai Na Bol Kanha Lega?My sugar baby inserted middle finger in my belly button and said-Ek se Mera Kya Hoga Maa, Yanha Loonga Kissi Purey Phachas Hazar!I Said-” Yeh To Tumhara Poorana Ghar Hai! Paida Hone Ke Pahle To Yanha Khata-Pita-Hagta-Mutta Tha.Son Said- Ab to Haath Bhi Lagane Nahi Deti Ho.I Said-” Abhi To Kuch Der Pahle Zhndu Balm Malish Kar Raha Tha. Aur Bolta Hai Ki Deti Nahi Hoon!Son Said- Ma’ Injection Ka Dard To Nahi Hua?I Said-” Tumse Dard Nahi Hota Hai. Tere Paida Hone Par Kafi Dard Hua Tha Par Apne Sona Bête Ke LiyeMai Sab Bardast Karti Hoon. Tera Diya Dard Mere Liye flower Hai. Tumne Mere Haanth Tightly BaandhDiye Hai, Table Se Kudwaya, Thandhe Pani Se Nahlaya, Main Kuch Boli?Son Said- Ma’ Tab To Tu Mere Har Injection Ka Dard Bardast Karegi?I Said-” Yeh To Depend Karta Hai Ki Kanha Aur Kaun Sa Injection Laga Raha Ho?Then he spit lot of saliva in coffee and offered to me. I sipped and feel drinking of son’s sperm.It generate instant libido. I saw my baby’s eyes moistened.Son Said- Ma’ tune Mujhe Kafi Laad Pyar Se Pala, Mai Bhi Tujhe Baki Jindagi Aaram Se Rakhna ChathaHoon.I kissed his moistened eyes. I changed the emotional topic.I Said-” Holi Aa Rahi Hai, Naya Kurta Doongi!Son Said- Ma’ Holi Me To Rang Daloonga!I Said-” Kanha Dalogey?Son Said- Ma’ Wanha Janha Aaj Tak Kisi Ne Nahi Dala!I Said-” Aisi Koi Jagah Nahi Bachi Hai, Tumhare Baap Ne Pahle Hi Daal Diya Hai!Son Said- Nahi Ma’ Abhi To Tumne Laat Mari Thi Ki Nayi Jagah Ungli Daal Diya!I laughed & said- Oh Wanha, Wo To forbidden Jagah Hai. Tere Baap Ne Kbhi Jhalak Bhi Nahi Dekha .Aaj Tumne Poora Dekh Liya, Photo Bhi Le Li! Ungli Daal Di.Son Said- Ma’ Sirf photo Li Aur To Kuch Nahi Liya. Tu To Bekar Ka Dar Gayi Thi.I Said-” Dari Tabhi To Abhi Goud Me Aa Giri. Ungli Bhi To Dala Tha Tumney.Son Said- Haan Ma’ Kabhi negative Me Bhi Kuch positive Ho Jata Hai.I said-” Haan Tumhre Baap Ne Suhag Raat Me Sari Ke Upar Se Meri Pichadi Dekha Tha Par Meri angryEyes Dekh Kar Kabhi Himmat Nahi Ki. Isi frustration Me Wo Mujhe Marta Pit-ta Hai.Son Said- Ma’ Mera Baap Mar Jaye To Tujhey Main Rakh Loonga.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Aisa Mat Bol, Mujhe Vidva & divorcee Hone Me Dar Lagta Hai. Samaj Mujhe NochKhayega.Son Said- Ma’ Mai Teri Doosri Shadi Krva Doonga!I Said-” Haan Iss Umar Me Teen-Teen Bachno Wali Maa Ki Shadi Karwayega? Kis Buddhey Se?And I lightly stroke his head with mine. He pulled me more near to him.He said-‘ Arey Maa Teen-Teen Aur Bacchey Paida Karney Wale Jawan Se! Mai. Arey Maa Tuzhe Mai HiRakh Loonga Apney Bedroom Mey!I Said-” Chup Besharam. Maa Ki Shadi Ki Baat Karta Hai? Mere Hand Bandhey Na Hotey To Tuzhey KasKe Deti Ek Chanta!He said-‘Maa Kas Ke Tu De Hi Dey! Mai Teri Lene Ke Liye Baitha Hun. Kas Ke Teri Le Loonga.And that shameless little boy slurped my face.I Said-Baithe-Baithe Hee Lega? Wo Bhi Kas Ke? Mere Haath To Khol Besharam Phir Tujhey Garma-GaramDeti Hun.He said- Maa Tu To Poori Garam Hai. Itana Pani se Nahlaya, Par Tu hot ki hot Rahi. Teri Garam GostKi Garmi Sirf Ek Jawan Mard Hi Nikal Sakta Hai. Le Garam Coffee Pee, Phir Garma- Garam Dena!And that shameless son of me, drank coffee and poured inside my open mouth. That spilled up coffeecontain lot of saliva of my son.He said- Maa Tere Mey Ungli Daal ke Meri Ungli Jal Gayi, Teri shitti pipe Itni Garam Hai.With sorrow face I Said-” Arey Mera Raja ‘Beta’. La Ungli Mere Moonh Mey Daal Mai Chus Kar ApneThuk Se Thandha Kar Deti Hoon.I opened my mouth and son put the finger which he tried to inserted in my anus. He was in no mood to cool his fingers but to get the fleshy sensation of my tongue. He put 4 fingers and caressed my tongue. He took my tongue between his fingers and rolled sexually. I dribble lot of saliva & produced ganh-ganh sound. Many time he sipped coffee and pour directly in my mouth By this time we finished coffee, but reluctant to leave each other. I pull his waist with my leg behind him, signaling I too want to stay in this position some more time. His hand on my waist do some trick and he pulled panty out of my body. He was so quick that I understand this when panty was fully out of my body. He flung panty over my face.I Said surprisingly-“AREY MA’ KO NANGI KAR DIYA?Son Said- Abhi To Kahti Thi Ki Garma- Garam Doongi, Ab Nanga Bhi Nahi Karne Degi? Mujhe To NangaHone Kah Diya. Bina Panty Khole Tuzhe Nangi Kaisey karşıyaka escort bayan Karoon?I Said-” Mere Kahne Ka Matlab Tha Thappad Doongi Ya Phir Pyar Doongi. Nangi Karne Thode Hi Doongi?Son Said- Ma’ Bina Nangi Kiye Tera Pyar Kaise Loonga?I Said-“Lene Ke Liye Nangi Karna Jaroori Hai? Abhi To Mera hands Bandhey Hai? Doo To Doo Kaise?My naughty baby sniffed panty crotch and make an inhalation sound. He also put crotch inside his mouth . With a satanic smile he said- Maa Dene Ke Liye To Nangi Hona Hi Padega. Tere Pass Koi Chara NahiHai! Panty Aur Bra Me Kaisey Loonga? Waisey Bhi Muzhe Tu Nangi Hi Pasand Hai. Mera Bas Chale ToTuzhe 24 Ghante Nagi Rankhoon.I Said-” To Kya Tumahre Saath Rahene Par Muzhe Kapde Nahi Pahanney Dogey? Hamesha Nangi RakhogeyMaa Ko?He said-‘ yes Maa. Teri Iss Khubsoorat Badan Ko Kapdey Me Chupaney Se Kya Fayeda?I Said-” Aur Jab Mauka Mile Le Logey?To lighten charged atmosphere, I kissed his forehead. He affectionately placed his head on my left breast. His head was cool mine breast was hot. I warmed up his head, resulting sensation in his cock. I feel on my thigh that the skin of his glans goes backwards.Son Said- Ma’ Tera Doodh Pi Kar Mai Jawan Aur Takatwar Ho Gaya. Kahti Hai Doongi-Doongi, Na Nangi Karne Deti Hai Na Doodh Peeney Deti Hai!I Said sweetly-” Raat Bhar Nangi Karke Rakh Diya, Jab Mauka Milta Hai Nangi Karna Chatha Hai. Jab Se USA Se Lauta Hai Mere Kapdo Ke Bawjood Mere Andar Hi Jhankta Rahta Hai. Phir Bhi Kahta Hai NangiKarna Hai. Arey Mauka Dekh Kar Maa Ko Nangi Kiya Jata Hai Ya Jab signal Mile Tabhi Nangi Kar Dogey?Aur Doodh To Tu Ab glass Se Peeta Hai.Son Said- Ma’ Lagta Hai Tu Pyar Nahi Degi?I Said-” Mai To Poora Doongi Tu Leke To Dikha. Na Bolu To Din Me Nangi Kar Dena.Son Said- Na Degi To Teri Phad Doonga!I kissed little Satan’s cheek and said-” Kya Phadega Maa Ki?He Said- Ek-Ek Kapde Phad Doonga!I said-” Oh-Ho Sirf Kapde Phadne Ki Hi Taqat Rakhta Hai Mera tiger ‘Beta’!He Said-‘ Arey Kapde Se To starting Hoga, Mai To Teri Phadunga!I protrude my tongue mockingly & Said-” O-Ho-ho Bada Aaya Phadne Wala!!Meri Phad Ke To Tum Iss Duniya Mein Aaye Ho. Teri Dono Sister 2-2 kilo Ki Thi. Easily delivery Ho Gayi Thi. Tum 3.5 kilo Ke The. Mere Pet Se Nikaltey Samay Merey Chithdey Uda Diye They. Phadney Ko Bacha Kya?He said-‘Ma’ 19 years Ho Gaye Hai. Ab Sab Chipak Gaya Hai. Aur Ek- Do Nayi Jagah Bhi Hai Phadney Ko.And he squeezes my butt, indicating it has still to be ravaged!I Said-“Acchaji Nayi-Nayi Jagah Khojega Maa Ki Phadne Ko? Baap Ka Maal Samjha Hai?He Said-‘ Bilkul, Baap Ka Maal Hai. Isiliye To Mera Hai!I Said-” Maa Ko Maal Kahta Hai? Saram Nahi Aati?He Said-‘ Aati Hai, Isiliye Moonh Chupa Leta Hoon.And he buried his face in my cleavage. Since my hands are tied, I could not take him on embrace,but with leg, pulled him more near to me. I want to keep our sweet conversation in progress.I Said-“Moonh Chupaney Se Teri Badmashi Kum Hogi Kya?He rubbed, his face, more in my cleavage.I Said-” Arey-Arey Aur Bhi Badmashi Kar Raha Hai!He Said-‘ Ma’ Tu Cheez Badi Hai Mast- Mast.I Said-” Tu Pura Loochhaa Ho Gaya Hai. Kabhi Maa Ko Maal Bolta Hai Kabhi Cheez.He Said-‘ Ma’ Tujhe Pata Nahi Tu Top Ki Maal Hai. Mere Baap Ko To Lottery Lag Gayi Thi!I Said-“Teen-Teen Bacchey Paida Kar Phenk Diya Hai. Maal Hoti To Kutiya Ki Tarah Jutey- Chappal Se Marta Kya Who?Son Said- Ma’ Mere Baap Ko Top Maal Ki Aadat Nahi Hai.Ganwar Hai. Jutey Chhapal Se To Nahi But Kutiya Ki Tarah To Mai Bhi Teri Maroonga.I Said-” Ma’ Ko Kutiya Bola?He said-‘-Ma’ Mainey Kaha Tum Kutiya Ki Tarah Marwaogi Na?I Said-Par ‘Beta’, Kutiya Ki Tarah Mai Kya Marwaoongi?He Said-‘ Maa Kutiya Ki Kya Maari Jati Hai?I Said-“Pichadi!He said-‘ Teri Bhi Wohi Maroonga!I Said-” Kutiya Bana Kar Maa Ki Pichadi Maarega? Dalne Doongi Tab Naa?Son Said- Dalne Kaisey Nahi Degi? Teri Puch Kar Thodey Hi Daloonga? Ulta Karoonga, Phailaunga AurDaal Kar Phad Doonga.I Said-“Acchaji Puchney Ki Bhi Jarurat Nahi. Ulta Karkey Dalega Aur Phad Dega? Jabardasti? Baap KaMaal Hai?Son Said- Yes Ma’, Baap Ka To Sab Kuch Mera Hi Hai. Tu Bhi.I Said-“Aur Tera Baap Tujhey Meri Lene Dega?He Said-‘ Mere Baap Ki To Chod Maa, Kiskey Baap Me Dum Hai Jo Mujhey Teri Lene Se Rok Ley?I Laughed & Said-” Haan Mere Mitti Ke Sher, Ek Baar Daant Deti Hun To Rone Lagta Hai. Mummy- Mummy.Mard Kabhi Intezar Nahi Kartey, Jab Man Mey Aaya Maal Utha Ley Jatey Hai.Son Said- Ma’ Ab Tuney Lalkar Diya Hai To Tujhe Utha Kar Bhi Le Jaunga. Woh Bhi Sabke Samney. Bus21 Years Ka Ho Jane Dey.I Said- 21 Saal Ke Baad Kya Maa Ko Bhaga Le Ja Kar Shadi Karega?Son Said- Ma’ Tu Meri Maa Na Hoti To Mai Tere Se Shadi Kar Leta! Abhi Do Saal To Tuzhey Sirf Rakhoonga, Rakhail Bana Ke.I said with horror- Kya Ek ‘Beta’ Maa Ko Rakhail Bana Ke Rakhega? Tum Meri Sirf Itni Izzat Kartey Ho? Main Aur Apney Bete Ki Rakhail? Aisa To Musalmaan Bhi Nahi Kartey. Who Bhi Apni Maa Se Shadi Kar Lete Hai.He said-‘ Arey Maa Tu To Bekar Ki emotional Ho Rahi Hai. Mai Sirf Do Saal Tuzhey Rakhail RakhoongaPhir Sahadi kar Loonga jab 21 Ka Ho Jaoonga.I controlled my emotions and softly said-“Kutiya Maa Se Shadi Karega?He Said-‘ Ma’ Shadi Ke Baad Kutiya Bana Kar Tujhey Pelunga?I Said-” Pahalwanji, Mai Koi Mugdar Hun Kya Jo Mujhey Pelo-gey?(Mr. Wrestler Am I A Dumbbell/Mallet?)He Said-‘ Maa Mera Matlab Jaise Kutta Kutiya Par Chadkar Peechey Se Pelta Hai Mai Bhi WohiKaroonga.I Said-” Kukrology Mey PhD. Kiye Ho Kya?He pulled me by my arm-pit & shakes me. My breasts rocked before him like we are travelling in train.I Said-“Shadi Karega Maa Se! Par Abhi Kheench Kyun Raha Hai. Mai Bhag Nahi Ja Rahi Hun!He Said-‘ Ma’ Bha-gegi To Tu Mere Saath.I Said-” Na Bhagi To?He Said-‘ Lagta Hai Ab To Teri Phadni Hi Padegi.Diary, I irritated him, so to become submissive again I lean back. Thus he can pull me again to reassure his control over me. But he let me to lean. As I said he is more intelligent than me. By this way he gets good view of my full breasts and this position allows more maneuvering with my bonded body. He placed his hands on my right hanging thigh. Caressed it and then pulled me by thigh. My left leg on sofa straightens behind him, but our crotch came nearer. Still he is holding me by my arm-pit with his left hand. He leaned more over me. I mocked him by sticking out my tongue & twisting lip left-right.I Said-“Bada Aaya Phadne Wala! Band Baja Doongi Teri!Son Said- Na Degi To Bajaunga Mai Teri!And he slapped my butt very hard. Sharp sound of his hand’s & my butt’s skin echoed in room. I yelled like bitch- Owoooooo and said- Baja Diya Meri!He said-‘Ab Bol, Degi Ya Nahi?I Said-” Aisey Bajaney Wale Bête Ko Na De Kar Marna Hai Kya? Doongi Baba Doongi!He Said-‘ To Dey!!!!I Said-” Le Lo Na, Mard Ho Kar Puchtey Ho? Baja Baja Kar Maar Rahey Ho. Le Nahi Rahey Ho. Moonh Ke Paas La Kar Du Kya? Maa Ke Periods Mein Bhi Le Rahey Ho!Exited son catch my right thigh and spread to maximum. All these conversation made my internal sexual organs in high sensation. Meanwhile my uterus shrinks and bulged many times. After washing of entire uterus, dirty blood flushed out with vaginal juice from my pussy and deposited in sofa cover. He looked down. Certainly he disliked the scene.I laughed & mocked him more and said- Ab Bolo Kya Hua Meri Lete Kyon Nahi?He Said-‘ Ma’ Le To Lun Par Lagta Hai Aaj Peechey Lena Theek Rahega. Aagey 2 Din Baad Loonga.I Said-” Agey Ka Hara Hua Peechey Bhag Raha Hai!He Again Slapped My Butt High And Said- Teri To…..Chal Let… Aaj Apney Pooraney Ghar Mey Ghus Kar Khoon Ki Nadiyan Bahaunga.With his one hand under my arm-pit and another on butt he forced me to lie on sofa and lean over me. Seeing him to adjust his Iron-Dong on my pussy door, I get frightened and try to pacify him.I Said-” Na ‘Beta’ Maaf Kar Dey Maa Ko. periods Mein Kafi Dard Hota Hai. Main Bewakoof Tere Ko challenge Kar Baithi. Maaf Kar De Raja ‘Beta’!Seeing my pleading eyes my son’s heart (& Dick too) soften. May be fucking mother is still big taboo for him. We again sit back in old position. His whole body is steaming. His hands now moved from my waist to my buttock. My habit of teasing him didn’t slow down.I asked him- Meri To Le Nahi Saka Ab Sona ‘Beta’ Kya Karega? Moonh Mey Pani Aa Raha Hai Ki KisiTarah Maa Ko Ulat Du Phir Pichadi Mey Ungli Ghusa Du, Kya?He Said-‘Maa Tum Mere Barey Mey Theek-Theek Soch Leti Ho. Ungli To Sirf Ched Bada Karney Ke Liye Karoonga, Jis-Sey Meri Pyari Maa Ko Jyada Dard Na Ho.I Said-” Ched Bada Ho Janey Se Kya Hoga? Pura Haath Dalogey?My Son Massaged His Cock On My Thigh And Said- Yeh Aujar Kanha Daloonga? Maa Ki Moonh Mey?I Said-” Meri Moonh toilet Hai Kya, Moonh Mey Dalwaney Se Accha Hai Peechey Hi Pelwa Lu.He said-‘ Chalo Maa Accha Hua Tu Peechey Dalwaney Ko Maan Gayi Par Tumharey Moonh Ko Chod Dunga Kya? Ismey Bhi To Dalna Hai.I Said-” Na Baba Na Moonh Mey Kanhi Su-Su Kar Diya To Usey Peena Padega! Peechey Hi Accha Hai.He Said-‘ Ma’ Jab 12 Inch Lamba Aur 3 Inch Mota Lohey Ka Rod Peechey Pelunga Na Tab Samjhegi Kya Dalwa Liya Andar. Lagega Ek Bori Lal Mirch Daal Li Ho Pichadi Mey.I Said-” Tum Itna Dara Rahey Ho To Himmat Karkey Ek Baar To Dalwa Hi Loongi—–Tere Papa Se! and laughed heavily.He pinched under my arm-pit and said- Main Mar Gaya Hun Kya? Before he finished his words, in a reflex response, my mouth jumped and catches his lips to silencehim. This reflex action happened due to my hand cuff.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Aisa Nahi Boltey. Tere Liye To Main Jinda Hu. Mera Sab Kuch To Tera Hai. 9 Mahina Tujhey Apney Kokh Mey Rakha Hai. Chaati Ka Khoon Sukha Kar Doodh Pilaya Hai. Mere Pati Se Tu Mujhey Jyada Pyara Hai. Vidhva Ho Sakti Hu Par Tere Bina Jee Nahi Sakti.Meri Choti Baton Ko Majak Mey HivLey. Mera Sona ‘Beta’.He responded with equal loving kiss and said- Maa Tum Deti Rahegi To Tumhari Har Baat Ko Manunga.I Said-” Jee Bharke Meri Lete Rahna, Kut-Tey, Chil-Tey Rahna. Par Kabhi-Kabhi Galti Se ‘Na’ Nikal Jata Hain Moonh Se.He said-Maa Biwi Ko Koi Haq Nahi Pati Ko Na Bolney Ki .Pati Uski Kitni Bhi Ley Sakta Hai, Kanhi Bhi Daal Sakata Hai Aur Pel Sakta Hai.I Said-” Haan ‘Beta’ Par Ek ‘Beta’ Maa Mey Na Daal Sakta Hai, Na Uski Le Sakta Hai Na Pel Sakta Hai. Yeh Sab Sirf Pati Kar Sakta Hai.He kissed my throat and said- Tabhi To Main Kanooni Shadi Karna Chatha Hun.I asked- Maa Ke Saath Kanooni Shadi Kanha Hoti Hai?He Said-‘ Hai Ek Jagah, Siwan District Mey Ek Mandir Hai Janha Maa Bête Ki Shadi Hoti Hai.I Said-” Agar Oos Mandir Mey Tu Mujhey Le Chalega To Jo Mangega Who Doongi?He Said-‘ Wanha Shadi Kar Logi?I Said-“- Haan, Shadi Kar Lena Maa Se.He Said-‘Lene Dogi?I Said- Haan, Le Lena Meri.He Said-‘ Peechey Pelney Dogi?I Said-” Haan, Pel Dena Mere Peechey.He Said-‘ Moonh Mey Zhadney Dogi?I Said-” Haan Baba Haan Zhad Dena Mere Moonh Ke Andar. Par Ye Sab To Mandir Dikhaney Ke Baad Karega. Abhi Tu Meri Kya Lega? Agey To Daal Nahi Saka Aur Peechey Ka Ched Chota Hai.His hands now moved from my waist to my belly buttonSon Said- Ma’ Abi To Teri Nabhi Par Kissi Loonga. Bus.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Jise Tu Nabhi Samajh Raha Hai Wo Nabhi Nahi Kuch Aur Hai!Son Said- Ma’ Jise Tu Ungli Samajh Rahi Hai Who Ungli Nahi Kuch Aur Hai!I jumped on his lap. Very intelligently he maneuvered to place his glans of cock at the door of my pussy. With shaking of body somehow I manage to displace his dong from door of my crack. To distract him….I Said-” Tum Mere Nabhi Par Kissi Lena Chahathey The?He moved his head from my breast and goes downward. My baby son planted a sensory wet kiss on my navel. Since I loosened myself completely, his little force made us to fell flat on sofa. Till then he didn’t freed my navel from his kiss. My son was over me.Diary, Automatically I placed my right leg on sofa’s back-frame. I opened spread eagle beneath my son. Too much of sensory kissing generate lube in my vagina. It ooze with my period’s blood and leaked on my son’s bare chest. He felt something wet in his chest and looked down. Seeing red mess again, he makes disgusting face. It was an instant turn off for him. He was not prepared for this situation. Blood flow in his penis halted. I felt his taut cock loose its hotness. To encourage my confused son I protrude my pink velvety tongue. Diary, you know he likes it too much and can’t resist the temptation to suck it.By this way I stopped him to move out. He happily slides on my body to take my tongue. He tightly holds me under my arm-pit and over shoulder blade.He sucked my tongue like any husband. My whole body starts warming. My eyes closed automatically. Sex hormones pumping with force inside my body. It was too much for me to absorb his sucking. I jerked to displace him but could not do so as my hands are tied behind me. I was feeling on my stomach that, his cock is regaining its power. After 4 minutes of power suck he released my tongue for two second.I Said-” Meri Moonh Ke To Tumne Le Hi Lee!He attacked again and took my both lips inside his mouth, sucked them powerfully and released after 1 minute.He said-‘Maa Moonh Ki Le Kar Itna Maja Aaya To ‘Pooraney Ghar’ (my womb) Jakar Kitna Maja Aayega?I was happy that he gets free from his frustration. To encourage him, I Said-” Yes ‘Beta’ Aaj ToTuney Mard Ki Tarah Kaam Kiya Hai. Ke Aurat Ki Laaj Bhi Rakh Li Aur Maja Bhi Le Liya. Mera Sher‘Beta’!Son Said- Ma’ periods Ke Baad To Degi?I Said-” Le Lena, Nahaney Key Baad. Par Kisi Ko Pata Chal Gaya To?He Said-‘ Ma’ Din Me Loonga, Baap Ke Nikal Jane Ke Baad.I Said-” Na ‘Beta’ Na. Din Mein Mujhe Saram Aati Hai. Aaj Raat Ke Baad To Itna Bhi Na Kholoongi.Raat Gayi Baat Gayi. Kal Se Teri Poorani Wali Maa Ban Jaungi. Tum Kal Se Poora Good Boy Ban JanaSon Said- Ma’ Tu Poorani Wali Hi Ban Jana Par Mai Din Me Hi Teri Loonga. Roshni Mey Jyada Maja AataHai!I Said-” ‘Beta’ Please.He said-‘ Maa Tu Dar Mat. Kisi Ko Pata Nahi Chalega.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Please.He Said-‘ Maa Ab Nakhrey Dikhana Band Kar. Sirf Bolti Hai Ki Doongi- Doongi. Na Abhi Dey Rahi Hai Na Agey Ki Maan Rahi Hai. Jyada Nakhrey Dikhaogi To Mai Bhi Abhi Mardangi Dikha Kar Tumhari Peechey Ki Le Loonga.I was silent and looked down. He pulled up my chin.He said-‘ Kuch To Bolo Darling!I Looked At Him And Said- Maa Ko Darling Kah Raha Hai! Teri Shadi Jaldi Karwani Padegi.Son Said- Ma’ Mai Dahej Nahi Loonga Aur Mera Baap Manega Nahi To Bhool Ja Meri Shadi.I Said-” Kya Kasam Khaye Huye Hai Maa Se Shadi Karne Ki.He Said-‘ Haan Maa.I Said-” Lagta Hai Bina Ma’ Ke Andar Dale Tu Man-ney Wala Nahi.He Said-‘ Haan Ma’. Tujh Se Shadi Karkey Suhag Raat Mey Tera Phadoonga.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Suhag Raat Mey To Aagey Wali Nayi Cheez Phadi Jati Hai. Ye To Tera Baap Kar Chuk Hai. Teri Suhag Raat Mujhse Kaisey Manegi?Son Said- Ma’ Tab To Suhag Raat Mey Main Tumharey Peechey Daloonga.I Said-“Suhag Raat Mein Kanhi Peechey Dala Jata Hai? Suhag Raat Mey To Aagey Hi Dalney Ka Riwaz Hai.He Said-‘ Maa Mujhey Suhag Raat Ka Kya Pata? Kuch Tips Do Na Tumsey Suhag Raat Mana-ney Ki!I Said-” Besharm, Maa Se Suhag Raat Mana-ney Ka Tarika Maa Se Hi Pooch Raha Hai.He pulls me firmly in his lap and squeezes my butt. His eyes were glowing with anticipation. I too thought not to disappoint him. So I leaned back and he too over me.He said-‘ Batao na Ma’- Batao na.We lean back more in sofa.I Said-” Arey Muzh Se To Tere Baap Ney Laat-Jutey Se Suhag Raat Manaya Tha. Purey 6 month fail HuaTab Ja Kar Ek Din Bazi Maari. Jo Bhi Bhabhi Aur Saheliyon Se Seekhee Thi Kuch Kaam Na Aaya.He Said-‘ Tab-hi To Ma’ Batao Na Taki Main Taiyar Rahoo.I Said-” Arey Apney Pet Se Janey Huey Betey Ko Suhag Raat Ki Tips Kaisey Doon?He gets irritated and forced me on bed. Now we are in missionary position with my hands bonded in back. His cock was dangling over my pussy door. He used it as a gun and like mafia boss threatened me-He said-‘ Batao Maa Nahi To Khoon Ki Nadi Baha Dunga! I smiles and admired his threatening gesture. He used good sense of humor. I showed dramatic fearand said- Nahi-Nahi Batati Hun. Mujhe Mat Phado.We laugh together. He Kissed My Forehead & Said- Haan Maa. Batao!I Said-” Suhag Raat Mey Ladka Room Mey Ghuskar Darwaza Band Karta Hai. Patni Doodh Lekar Palang ParBaithi Rahti Hai.He Kissed My Forehead & Said- Haan Maa. Phir?I Said-” Ladka Dulhan Ko Banhon Mey Leta Hai. Patni Usey Ddodh Deti Hai.He Asked- Maa Glass Se Doodh Peeney Ki Kya Jarurat Hai, Ladka To Uskey Chu-Chu Se Doodhoo Pee Sakta Hai.Before I can answer he kissed my lips. When he freed me, I said-” Sab Apni Maa Se Thode Hi Shadi Kartey Hai, Jo Suhag Raat Mey Chu-Chu Se Doodoo Peeyega? Too Pee Lena.He Said-‘Haan Maa Main To Seedhey Teri Chu-Chu Se Doodhoo Peeunga. Bekar Mey Glass Mat Lana. He kissed joint of my left breast & arm-pit.I Continued- Doodh Pee Kar Ladka Dulhan Ki Ghunghat Uthata Hai. Uskey Chand Se Cheherey Ko Dekh Kar Usey Gold Chain Ki Gift Deta Hai,, He kissed joint of my right breast & arm-Pit. Said – Maa Mai To Tujhey Gold Se Laad Donga Par Itni Der Na Lagaunga Ghunghat Uthaney Mey.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Yeh To Riwaz Hai Man-na Padega. Tujhey Pasand Na Ho To Main Nahi Batati. He Poked Cock On My Pussy And Said- Na -Na Maa Batao-Na. Nahi To…..(and he rubbed cock on my pussy lips as a threatining gesture). I shake too with sensation and loosened my body more.I Said-” Lagta Hai Tu Seedhey Ghusaney Wali Episode Hi Sun-Na Chatha Hai. Jara Patni Ko Bhi To Taiyar Honey De Deney Ke Liye. Aakhir Ladki Ko To Waqt Lagta Hai Na Garam Honey Mey. Ladko Ki Tarah Thodey Hi Hai Ki Maal Dekhi Aur ‘Bhole Baba'(God- Shiv, Also Refer To Penis) Taiyar Ho Gaye? Patni Taiyar Na Ho To Sukhi Gaddhe Mey Daal Kar Kya Khaak Majey Lega?He kissed my cheek and said- Haan Ma’ Yehi Sab Tips Mujhey Bata. Par Dalney Ka Mauka Kab Milega?I startled & asked-” Dalney Ka Muka? Kis-Mey? Mujhmey Ya Dulhan Mey?He said-‘ Arey Ma’ Tu Hi To Meri Dulhan Banegi. Main To Sab Sun Raha Hun Tujhee Ko Deemag Mey Rakh Ke!I Positioned More Comfortably By Placing My Hanging Left Leg On Son’s Back And Said- Acchaji! Dulhan Banu Main Teri? Phir Suhag Raat Manayega Mujh Se? Jo Tips Bata Rahi Hun Mujh Par Aajmayega? Mai Khud Hi Tips De Kar Apni Phdwa Loon? He kissed my upper lip and made him comfortable more on fully lying over me. Only penetration is not done otherwise it was full missionary sex position with naked mother-son. His cock now vertically lied over my pussy.He said-‘ Haan Ma’, Main Janta Hunt Tum Dene Se Na Nahi Karogi. Abhi Tumhari Period Chal Rahi Hai Isiliye Nakhrey Dikha Rahi Ho. Main Sab Tips Le Ke Taiyar Rhoonga Tabhi To Tumhari Acchi Tarah Le Sakunga. Trained Tailor Theek Se Phadta Hai Nahi To Anari Se Jyada Phat Jayegi Aur Jyada Khoon Niklega. Tab Tum Nahi Chillana.I Said-” Baap Re!!! Meri Phadne Ki Poori Taiyari Kar Li Hai. Accha Hai Tips Bata Doon, Nahi To Jyada Phad Dogey To Chalna Muskil Ho Jayega.Now he does what this entire night he could not do so. My son put both of his hands under my arm- pits and tightly hugged me. His pressure on my abdomen pressurized my spinal cord and with that my5-6 bangles on wrist get broken in my back. Cracking sound of bangles exited Indian men but inauspicious for Bihari married women. It means widowhood. If any other man other than husband broke bangles, it means now he will put new bangles and woman become his property.I Said-“Arey ‘Beta’ Yeh Kya Kiya? Suhagan Ki Chudi Tod Dee?Without any remorse he lightly took my lower lip between his and sucks erotically. He deposited lot of saliva inside my mouth. Broken glass bangles were pocking at my back. When he freed my mouth I thought it is better to tell him tips rather than complaining of bangles. He is no mood to listen complains.I Said-“gold chain Milney Ke Baad Nayee Naveli Dulhan Pati Ko ‘Palang Tod Paan’ Khane Deti Hai.I got another kiss on cheek.I continued- Phir Pati Nayee Naveli Dulhan Ko Banhon Mey Bhar Leta Hai, Jaisey Tu Mujhey Leta Hai.He hugged me more & said- Kaise Maa? Aisey?I too rubbed my heels on his back and said- Haan ‘Beta’ Bilkul Aisey. Phir Pati Ek Pyari Si Kissi Leta Hai, Patni Ke Gaalon Par!He kissed my cheek and asked- Kaise Maa ?Aisey?I Said-” Haan ‘Beta’, Aur Patni Bhi Wapas Pati Ke Hoonth Chum Leti Hai.And in return,I kissed his lips this time!I Said-” Phir Patni, Pati Ke Pair Chu-ti Hai. Pati Usey Ashirvad Deta Hai Ki Uskey 10-10 Bachey Ho.Patni Khus Ho Kar Kahti Hai- Ho Jayenge Kyuki Mai Roj film ‘Amanat’ Ka Ek Gana Gati Hu.He Asked- Maa Kaun Sa Gana?I sang in low voice-‘Din Me Leti Hu/Raat Me Leti Hu/ Subah Ko Leti Hu/Sham Ko Leti Hu/ Kya Bura Hai Uska Naam Leti Hu/Kiska-Kiska/ Apne Saajan Ka/ Apne Baalam Ka/Apne Janam Ka/ Hindi Me Leti Hu Urdu Me Leti Hu……He Said-‘Then Maa Pati Bhi Ek Jawab Deta Hai Usi film Ka Gana Ga Ke- “Daloonga-Daloonga/ Pyar Se Mai Daloonga/ 12 Inch Lamba Tere/ Boor Me Daloonga. Hearing this slang word heightened my temper. I kicked my son’s butt with my leg and said- never utter this dirty Hindi word before me. I’ll thoroughly scold you.Diary, he smiled shamelessly and planted 3-4 short kiss on my lips with wet sound. Shamelessly he said- Maa Pati Ke Pair Chuye Jate Hai Na Ki Laat Mari Jati Hai. Shadi Ke Baad To Tumhey Kai Gandey Ganey Sun-Ne Padengey. Chalo Ab Pyar Se Bolo- Boor.I Said-” shut-up.He said-‘ Bolo- BoorAnd planted kiss above on my areola.I Said-” Oh ‘Beta’. Stop & shut-up.He put his mouth to my left ear & said- Maa Bolo -Boor-Boor-Boor-Boor. He crushed my motherly ego, I respond in begging tone- please ‘Beta’ not this dirty word! Without removing his mouth, he a draws salivary line from my left ear to chin to my mouth to my nose to cheek to right ear and again said- Maa Bol Na – Boor.Diary, you know it is impossible to argue with him. I surrendered and with my failed ego I said- boor! Now you are happy?He said-‘ Ma’ Tum Patni Ki Tarah Meri Baat Manney Lagi!I Returned A Kiss on His Chin And Said- Patni Ki Tarah To Mujhe Pahley Hi Nangi Kar Chuka Hai, Sirf Dala Nahi Hai. Le Lo Meri.He Said-‘ Ma’ Suhag Raat Ke Tips Le Kar Teri Le Loonga.I Said-” Oh-Ho To Jab Tak Main Suhag Raat Ki Tips Doongi Tab Tak Salamat Hun. Tips Khatam Hotey HiMujh Mey Daal Dega?He Said-‘ Na Maa.I Said-” Sachhhi?He Said-‘ Ha Maa Daloonga Nahi, Peechey Mein Pel Doonga. Ma Likh Lo. Teri Mai Kahke Loonga, Periods Ke 2 Din Baad.I Said-” Isiliye Jawan Bête Ke Samney Kapde Nahi Kholne Chahiya.He Kissed My Shoulder Blade & Said- Jawan Bête Ke Samney Hamesha Nangi Rahna Chahiye. Ab Age Sunao.I Continue- Pati , Patni Ko Bistar Par Bithata Hai. Phir Kandha Pakad Kar Bistar Par Lita Deta Hai, Jaisa Tumney Mujhey Lita Diya. (I Got Kiss On Forehead). Phir Uski Sarir Se Aanchal Hatata Hai. Patni Sarmakar Apney Moonh Ko Hantho Se Dhak Leti Hai. Pati Jor Se Kalai Pakad Kar Uski Hantho Ko Hata Deta Ha. My son kissed below my eyes and said- Maa Jaisa Mai Tumharey Saath Karta Hu?I Said-” Bilkul! Par Dekhna Kanhi Mere Ankhon Ka mascara Tumharey Moonh Mey Na Chal Jaye?He Said-‘ Ok Maa. He kissed again me on eyebrow.I Said-” Patni Jor Ka Sarmakar Chehra Ghuma Leti Hai, Par Pati Ko Rokne Me Bifal Ho Jati Hai. PatiJabardasti Uski Lal-Lal Hothon Ko Chum Hi Leta Hai!Son Said- Ma’ Jaisa Mai Tuse Karta Hu?And He Forcefully Kissed My Lips For Half Minute. I Was Speechless For That Time Only Produced Gho-Gho Sound From Throat. When He Freed Me I Just Said- Haan ‘Beta’. I Continued- Patni Ka Akda Hua Sarir Ab Dheela Pad Jata Hai. Maukey Ka Fayeda Utha Kar Pati Uskey Blouse Par Haath Rakh Deta Hai.I Stopped And Looked At Son For His Reaction. His Hands Slowly Moved Up To Sides Of My Breasts.I Asked- Kya? Himmat Jawab De Gayi?He pressed side of my breast and smiled.I Said-” Ladki Halki Si Siskarileti Hai- Aaanhhh.I stopped for his reaction. He was just smiling.I Said-” Pati Ke Dono Haath blouse Ke button Par Jatey Hai. Ladki Ka Chu-Chu Ucchak Kar Bahar Jhakney Lagta Hai. Pati Ek-Ek Kar blouse Ke Sarey button Khol Deta Hai. Dono breasts Lad-Lad Kar side Me Jhool Jatey Hai, Jaise Pakey Aam Ped Mey Latkey Rahtey Hai. My son was unmoved and listening carefully. His eyes were getting misty and his look was very illusory.I continue- Ladka Ek nipple Ko Moonh Mey Le Leta Hai Aur Angur Ki Tarah Chusney Lagta Hai. Ladki Gale Se gaaa-gaaa Ki Awaz Nikalney Lagti Hai Par 1 Minute Ke Baad Chup Ho Jati Hai Phir Siskari Lene Lagti Hai. Ladka Ek Second Ke Liye Rukta Hai Par Dulhan Chathi Utha Kar Ladkey Ke Moonh Mey Nipple Daal Deti Hai. Ladka Ab Doosra Nipple Chusney Lagta Hai. Ladki Ke Dono Taang Apney Aap Fayel Jatey Hai. Ladka Halka Se Auth Kar Ladki Ke Kamar Se Sari Kheech Kar Phek Deta Hai Aur Saya Ki Dori Kheechta Hai. Ladki Saya Ki Dori Pakad Kar Dheerey Se Cheekhtee Hai—Naaaaaaa. Par Ladke Ki Taqat Ke Agey Haar Man Jati Hai. Uskey Palak Jhpaktey Hi Ladka Uskei Sarir Se Saya Kheech Kar Alag Kar Deta Hai. Jindagi Bhar Khud Ko Kabhi Mirror Mey Nangi Nahi Dekhney Wali Ladki Ab Ek Anjaney Mard Ke Samney Langti Bistar Par Soyee Pari Hoti Hai. Sarm Ke Marey Who Apney Moonh Chupa Leti Hai. LadkaAb Apney Kapdey Khol Deta Hai. Ungli Ke Beech Se Ladki Pati Ko Dekhti Hai. Ek Mard Ko Pahli Baar Langta Dekhti Hai To Uski Aankhey Phat Jati Hai. Wo Hasney Lagti Hai. Ladke Ko Isi Moukey Ka Intezar Hota Hai Who Lapak Kar Patni Ke Tango Ke Beech Let Jata Hai.Now son asked- Ma’ Jaisa Tumhara Hua Hai?I said-” Haan ‘Beta’ Tum To Jantey Ho Ladki Hasi To Phasi.He said-‘ Phir Tumharey Saath Kya Hua Maa?I said With anger- Phir Teri Maa Chud Gayi, Gadhey! Yeh Meri Kahani Nahi general Suhag Raat Ki tips Hai.He said-‘ Haan Ma’ Agey?I Said-” Agey-Agey Karke Yeh Peechey Kya Haanth Ghusa Raha Hai? Suhag Raat Ki Story Mey Peechey Ka Koi Mamla Nahi Hoti, Sab Aagey Hota Hai!He Asked- Maa Suhag Raat Mey To Agey Ki Phad Kar Khoon Nkali Jati Hai?I Said-” Haan ‘Beta’.He Said-‘ Maa Agey Se Khoon Na Nikley To?I Said-” ‘Beta’ Tab Ladki Ko Kowari Nahi Samjha Jata. Ladka Sari Jindagi Dukhi Rahta Hai Ki Usey use Kiya Hua Maal Mila Hai. Par Riwaz Hai Khoon Nikal na Hi Chahiye.He Said-‘ Par Maa Kai used Ladkiyan Bhi Khoon Nikalwa Leti Hai, Wo Kaisey.I Said-” ‘Beta’ Yeh Bihar Hai. Yanha Ki Ladkiyo Ko Khub Pata Hai Ladko Ko Moorkh Kaisey Banatey Hai? Hamare Motihari District Mey Dhoban Shadi Ke Pahley Ladki Ko “Wanha” Tomato-Sauce Dalna Seekha Dete Hai.He Said-‘ Maa Isi Liye Mai Koi Chance Nahi Lena Chatha Aur Sirf Pahley Se Shadi Suda Aurat Se Hi Shadi Karna Chatha Hu.I Said-” Theek Hai ‘Beta’ Kar Lena.He Said-‘ Par Maa Wo Khoon Nikalne Ka Riwaz Mai Original Chatha Hu, Tomato-Sauce Wali Nahi. Who Kaisey Hoga?I Said-” Yeh To Muskil Hai ‘Beta’. Par Koi Doctor Andar Ka Bhag Tight Karke See De To Ladka Dubara Phad Sakta Hai.He Said-Na Ma’. Riwaz Banye Rakhney Ke Liye Thoda Sa Twist Karna Padega. Mai Dulhan Ko Ulta Kar Doonga Aur Uski Peechey Ki Loonga.I Said With Surprise- Suhag Raat Mey Dulhan Ke Peechey Dalogey? Uski To Poori Phat Jayegi. Baap- Baap Karkey Chilayegi. Khoon Ki To Jharna Bah Niklegi.He said-‘ Haan Ma’ Par Riwaz Maintain Rahega!I Said-“Wah ‘Beta’ Tum Purwajo Ki Parampara Ka Kitni Maan Rakhte Ho. Nakli Tomato-Sauce Se Accha Hai Peechey Daal Kar Asli Khoon Nikal Dia Jaye. Wah- Wah.He Said-‘ Maa Tumse Meri Shadi Ho Jaye To Tum Apney Peechey Mujhe Dalne Dogi Na Daal Dena ‘Beta’ Maa Ke Peechey.He Said-‘- Maa Phat Gaya To Jyada Chillaogi Nahi Na?I Said-” ‘Beta’ Phad Ke Char Tukdey Bhi Kar Dogey To Nahi Chillungi. Par Abhi To Na Dalwa Kar Bhi Meri Phat Rahi Hai. Churi Peeth Mey Chubh Rahey Hai. Photo Shoot To Kafi Baki Hai.My son got back and open my bondage. He also gave me Velcro taped panty & bra to re-wear. We looked at clock. It was 4 AM.(Chapter ON ROOF)Suddenly my son holds my hand and pulled me from sofa. He also took all camera and apparatus and dressed up. He simply drags me to front veranda. I was stunned and ashamed of my semi nakedness. If any neighbor awoke at this moment they can see me. But I kept quite. He opened main door and stepped up on stairs to go to roof. We came to roof. February’s 4 am is almost dark night and chilly. I shivered with cold and shame. I, a traditional Bihari lady, standing in open terrace in skimpy bikini!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing!!!I was silent. My son put me beside a flower pot in doggy position. He spread my legs and hands widely. My butt moved upward. He asked me to smile and starts photographing me, again between my legs and hands. Then he put one of my legs on flower pot. Zoom-click-zoom-click. He took my video in many poses. Like doggy & put both hands on butt. By this I balanced on my shoulder and cheek.Then standing and slightly pulling down panties with both hands. Sitting in potty pose and he filmed from back and front. Standing on one leg and put another on railing and hold breasts with hand. Then moved hands straight up or back, forwarding breasts. Then balanced on sole & palm and lie on rough terrace floor and arched tummy up.Then my son ordered me to lie on my tummy. By this I waved my legs. He goes back of me and ordered me to hold my toe with my hands. He ordered me to widen my legs. My thigh skin was rubbing with rough floor. He was not satisfied with my maximum stretch.He widened me more and more. I was tearing from my ‘V’. 5minutes he filmed me in that position. My shivering body is making good movie. Then again I stand. By the order of my son I put my right hand inside my panty an cupped my ‘V’ and move left hand up. He filmed me by circumnavigating me. Then I spread legs wide and bend and put hands on floor. It widens & opened my arse considerably. Then I sit on railing hanging on leg down and another put on railing. Put my both hands back of neck and arched torso. Sky became orange. Sun is about to rise. Now my son too gets worried. He pulled me from terrace railing and we goes to stairway to get down. There too he put me in cemented railing of stair.I start slipping on declining stair railing and my son starts filming me from back. I thudded at last point as there was a cemented block. My son moved front and filmed me. I was annoyed at his behavior, said- ‘Beta’ enough of photo. I thud with this. Pull me down. My tummy is paining. I am still in my periods, have you forgot?My son pulled me down and we moved to my room. Room was dark but rising SUN faint ORANGE light is coming through ventilation. He massages “Zhandu Balm” on my tummy. I felt MINTY sensation of balm on my tummy. It gave me relief. I sang a song for my son-“Mummy Diwani Hui Betaji Tere Liye. Mai Zhandu Balm Hui Betaji Tere Liye”Suddenly from nowhere he gets a scissor. He put his both legs on my thighs and widens me. Due to his feet I was fixed. Then he put scissor on crotch of panty. I tried to get back but his legs failed me. I balanced myself on elbows. I asked softly-“What are you doing?My son said – Ma your dress is too tight.I said -So?My son said ¬¬ – Ma I’ll trim your bikini more trendy!!I pulled back my arse on bed and Shout- WHAT? It is already very skimpy. Remove this. I am scared. Seeing my angry face he removed scissor. Diary my son was very disappointed. He made a scornful worry face and went to sleep. Seeing his condition, again my soft motherly heart warmed for my son. Affection is like a nut within the shell which wants freedom. So I lay over him and said- ‘Beta’ I am sorry. Come on, let’s do it. Cut my panty’.Within a second son got back. He was beaming. Stainless steel scissor shines in his hand.I said- Trim my bikini from anywhere you want!!!! And I lay in front of him, spreading my legs.My son again put his feet on my thighs and spread me little more. He insert scissor’s blade in panty, just beside my vagina’s right lip. Long CUT goes up to hem, making a parallel with crack lip. He cuts both sides of crotch of my panty. Making it just a strap over my crack. Now decent panty became a V string. Then he rolled me in doggy pose and cut the material over my buttock and exposes more butt flesh, leave only crack. Then he cuts round patches from the cups of bra and exposed 99 percent of my MAMMARY. He was about to cut material over nipple but I stopped him and somehow save my nipppee to pop out.Diary, I said to my son- you embellished me superbly, now I’ll paint you. And I jumped on my son’s lips. I showered hundred and hundred bequest of kisses on my 19 years baby boy’s lips and cheeks. I painted all his face with my lipstick. His face glowed with my saliva coated lipstick. We hug each other and rolled many times on bed. Some time son was over me and some times I was over him. My chignon opened and hairs brushed our faces.Every time when he was on top of me, he tries to PIN me down, but I foiled his attempts by showing him my soft pink tongue and turning him down. I don’t want to show that I am avoiding his love so every time I moved up, I showered my kisses and offered my succulent tongue to my son to savor. He catches my tongue with his lips and roughly sucked it. Our mouth merged with each other. Automatically my legs widen and without looking down my son understood this. His dong stood up inside boxer short and made a Hit on my ‘V’. I jumped and freed myself.Turmoil in bed does many naughty things. I was shocked to see that my forehead’s dot, Xeroxed a similar dot on son’s forehead. It was, wife made a ‘Tika’ on husband’s forehead. I looked in broken mirror, oh God, my ‘sindoor’ dot get distorted in shape. It is no more rounds but a big bright red smudge on my forehead. My looks appear like “a bride, just taken”. Shames of doing ‘dirty’ things with own son at dawn is killing me inside. Like a fish I turned down & I tried to flee. I drift in bed. But my son’s strong hands grabbed my both ankle and twisted me. I whirled in bed. He pulled me in his lap. I fly like a pigeon in my son’s lap.I gave him a hard SLAP. Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. But mother inside me cried thinking such a hard slap on my cheek indeed induced pain in my baby boy’s palm. Ignoring my own pain and shame I took my son’s hand in my hand, kissed it asked-“‘Beta’ Lagi to Nahi”? (Son you get hurt?). Diary, hearing this from his sympathetic mother, my son shows false pain. He said- “Ma I get hurt. Oh ma why did you slap me? I did it because of Newton’s 3rd law. It was not my fault. My hand is paining now.I fondly took son’s hands and put on my mammary. I said – oho, my little baby. Soothe your hands. My son beamed with joy. With juvenile manner he mauled my both mammary. I sigh and opened my mouth. He put his legs behind my back and firmly fixed me in his leg’s grip. My son’s cock is dying to get free from his boxer short and knocking over my ‘V’. Diary I can feel the hot blood flow in my son’s cock over my tattered panty.Meanwhile my son also looked in mirror and saw the red smudge on his forehead- He said- Ma see what you have done.I said- ‘Beta’ achey kaam ke liye daag lage to daag achha hai. (If stain is for good cause then stain is good————-actually it is tag line for surf™ excel’s advertisement) and I put my hands on his nape and stick out my pulpy tongue. Lots of saliva drooled out and flow to my cleavage. My son’s c***dish hands reached on my cleavage and he spread all of my saliva on my open flesh of breasts. With my surprise instead of sucking my pulpy tongue he starts lapping my saliva from my breasts. I made available more of my saliva by drooling.Diary, my son is such a naughty boy that while lapping, his hands secretly reached behind me and un-snapped Velcro tape of bikini top. Bikini hangs with support of my nipples. So he trickily pull the ‘U’ shape metal ring from front and pulled it fully from my body. In a second, both breasts of mine exposed in front of my c***d like two flying pigeon. Now there is not even a tattered piece on my top.To prevent him from seeing my melons in sunlight I tightly hug his head and pull near my breasts. My son’s mouth stuck in my cleavage. This didn’t dithered naughty boy and he continued his lapping. His hands reached at Velcro tape of my panty. I said with strong motherly voice- “No ‘Beta’ not that”. He stopped and we fell on bed, tightly hugging each other.With my tattered panty we fall in sleep in each other’s arm at 5 am. As usual son put his mouth in my cleavage, making my left breast as his pillow. I wondered how he is breathing. I somehow manage a pad to insert and my nightie to cover us. Our body interlace with each other.

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