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An erotic taboo story of

love sex and passion set in India

Play with mommy’s yoni it’s

what your mom really wants

Life was good. Dad, a Canadian, worked for a gas and oil exploration company, a top well paid position on the rigs out at sea. Mom, a stunning Eurasian, worked for a international news media company. Me? Well call me Billy for the time being, Billy how I hated that name. I was eighteen then and very immature to say the least, if a girl looked my way I would go bright red, if she spoke I would probably run a mile. We were living in India at the time and to say we were privileged would be an understatement. Apart for my emotional whirlpool life could not get any better.

At the risk of spoiling my story at the very beginning there are a few bits of background that I think you are better knowing. My natural mother died giving birth to me me. The doctors reckoned I was a sickly baby with little chance of surviving unless my father could find a “wet nurse” to feed me and look after me. Our housekeeper at the time knew of such a person, a young girl of the streets who had lost her baby, was mournful of her loss but more to the point was overflowing with breast milk, she was to become the only “mother” I was to ever know.

I had taken a quick break from studying and had just been to the bathroom, guess what, no towel. No problem easy enough to get a clean one from out of the closet in my mom’s bedroom. I didn’t bother to put the light on, I knew my way around the dimly lit bedroom well enough. I got myself a towel and was heading towards the open door when I heard what sounded like “Ohhhhhh. Gooddddddness.” That sounded like mom? Was she all right?

I swung round and looked in the direction of the sound. I was not prepared for what I saw . In the half light I could see my mother dressed only in her underwear, lying on her bed with her hand down the front of her panties rubbing back and forth. To say I had never seen my mother like this before would be obvious. The closest I had come was one evening when she was changing to go out, I passed the open door of her bedroom and she was standing there in her bra and panties, well panties it was more thong than panties, suspender belt and stockings, she was gazing at her reflection in the mirror. That image of that mature woman in her early thirties had been etched into my memory and was the source of great pleasure during my many masturbation sessions, but this was unbelievable. “Oh God Billy Joe, come play with me, come play with your mommy’s yoni, I’m ready to cum, I really am, I need to cum.” I felt a surge of excitement rush to my cock, my head was in a whirl, this just could not be happening, this was not right. I could see the half empty bottle of booze on the bedside cabinet and the drained glass standing beside it. My mother was more than just tipsy she was spaced out she just didn’t know what she was doing or saying. She always had “Something to sip upon” as she called it but this was over the top. This was not a problem that should be faced by a teenage boy let alone a boy who had no experience with girls or women, my life was taken up with studies, high school grades and football, oh and of course like all boys masturbation. I was no way prepared for this, I didn’t even know what my mother was doing, I didn’t know that women also masturbated or had orgasms, or anything like that, heck I didn’t even know who the college whore was, sad or what?

I moved up to the side of the bed “Come on mom” I said “You’ve had a bit too much to drink”. She grabbed my hand and pushed it down the front of her panties, in my horror and ignorance I pulled back, I said something like “No mom no”, she grabbed at a pillow from the bed and threw it in my direction, then half shouted half screamed “Get out your useless” this was from my mom, apart from my dad the person I loved most in the world. I ran into the lounge, my mind in total confusion, this was not my mom, this was not happening, this was some one else, some sought of nightmare. I could feel my life crumbling around me. I remember going to bed and half crying myself to sleep that night.

The next morning at breakfast I kept very quiet, not knowing what to expect, nothing was going to be the same again, my cozy world was threatened, I was mortified. My mother finally broke the icy silence “Honey, I think you and I need to have a talk.” “What about mom?” I said nervously trying to make out that I didn’t know. “I think you already know what about. I know that you saw me last night in my bedroom and what I was doing, now I think we need to discuss what you saw and why it happened.” Mom said in her most comforting manner. “Do you want to know why?” she continued. “Why what mother?” I replied again as if I had no idea what she was talking about “Why I was… er… on the bed … doing what I was doing.” Her voice even quieter now. “You don’t have to tell me anything mom. This is something that is between you and, er and dad.” I got that bit in just to score a point, I was still very sore at my mom for shouting and throwing the pillow “Are you going to tell your father what you saw, what happened?” she asked “I don’t know mom.” Tears were now running down my face. “I really don’t mom. I just don’t understand what’s going on and why you threw the pillow and why you shouted at me I was only trying to help”. I was ready to break down in tears I truly thought my cozy little world was about to come to an end. Mom got up and came around the table and put her arms round me and gave me a long hug. “Oh Billy Joe I know how that must have looked to you, really I do. I never wanted you to see me doing anything like that.” I was thinking how I hated being called Billy Joe it’s like something from a Country and Weston ballad. Then my thoughts were triggered into another direction, I could feel my mother’s breasts through her robe. She must not be wearing a bra I thought as her nipples pushed deeper into my chest. I started to pull away, but she held me in closer. I was almost smothered as she clasped me to her bosom, kissing me on my cheek and on my forehead, you know all that motherly stuff , she was truly remorseful. I put my arms around her comforting body, I had never been that close to a woman or girl before not even my mother. Between my legs my cock was starting to stiffen, I grew uneasy again hoping my mother would not notice. As she released her hold on me her hand fell to my thigh, just a motherly squeeze but she couldn’t help noticing the swelling in my pants. She thought for a moment as if trying to make up her mind what her next move would be. “Billy Joe, come sit with me for a moment. I need to tell you something.” As she was saying this mom took my hand in hers and led me across to the couch. She sat down and patted the cushion beside her at the same time saying “Sit down honey.” I sat on the couch and turned towards my mother, we sat facing each other, an inexperienced teenage youth and a vibrant, sexy, mature woman albeit my own mother. “Please try and understand what I am going to tell you. You must have heard dad and me having rows when he’s back off the rigs. Well it’s about how we get on together, physically I mean, sexually, you know about sex don’t you? Your father hasn’t touched me in an age! He sometimes doesn’t bother to come home when his leave is due, he stays on the rig and does another tour, you must have noticed, wondered where your father is. How do you think that makes me feel. When we first started to live together as man and wife we made love all the time, every day. I am a highly sensual woman and I need to make love. I go crazy with out having sex. Some women are like that” mom was saying holding both my hands in hers. “You do understand what I am talking about don’t you honey?” I looked at her, trying to understand. I could hear myself saying “Mom, so you … er…”

“Masturbate?” mom quickly interrupted, she knew she had all but won me over and didn’t want to lose the advantage.

Mom smiled at my innocence. “Oh honey, you sweet boy , but… well… let me explain it this way. Look. I know that you masturbate so you know what it feels like to do that. I mean it is satisfying isn’t it, but it is much, much more fun with a partner, you’ll find out when you have girlfriends. Masturbation is fine for a safety valve, but there is nothing like having a partner instead of just doing it yourself. I had been doing it myself for so long that I needed someone, someone else and you were there, I forgot for just one moment, I forgot you were my son, I looked upon you as the man you nearly are. I’m really sorry you saw me like that. I hope that you’ll forgive me.” Tears were now forming in the corners of mom’s eyes, she had to wipe them away with her hand.

“Oh mom, I love you so much.” I said. I reached out, took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. “I’ll do anything for you mom, honest, anything you name it mom, anything I just want to see you happy again.”

We sat on the couch holding on to each other as if our very future together depended upon it, which of course it did. As I held her in my embrace mom’s hands and arms were rubbing around my shoulders and neck, it felt good, comforting. I looked up and saw that she was weeping. I wiped away her tears with my hand and then I kissed her. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. To my surprise she kissed me back. I began stroking and straightening mom’s dark close cropped curly hair and then I kissed her again, to see if the first kiss was just a one off..

Mom was shocked when I kissed her the second time. The first kiss, as good as it felt, she must have put down to the heat of the moment, but the second kiss was full of my burning passion and desire. She needed to stop it right now. “Billy Joe we can’t do this. It isn’t right.”

I held my mother even tighter, kissing her on her neck and shoulder. I brought my hand down over her shoulder and touched just the round outside of her breast. “Oh mom, I love you so much.” Then I kissed her on her cheek and then on her neck again. “I said I would do anything for you mom, anything.”

“Billy Joe? We have got to stop… oh, oh honey. Please baby this is so wrong. Ohhhh.” Mom’s voice was trembling, I knew that we were entering forbidden territory, mom knew it too, but I didn’t want to stop. My mom was saying no, but the warm feel of mom’s skin on my lips as I kissed the nape of her neck, the faint pleasure of her perfume in my nostrils and the feel of the shape of her body in my hands as they explored that taboo unapproachable forbidden land, surely her body was telling me a different story? Or perhaps not, had I got it all wrong, was I making a terrible mistake? I started to pull back, mom eased back too, for a moment we stopped, we gazed into each other’s eyes, searching for some sort of answer. Then without a word mom pulled me back towards her love starved body, it felt so good, so natural, so right, this was where I belonged. Mom held me tight, holding me in her arms so close to her body, so close I could feel her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her robe. Our lips met once again, this time with the passion of consenting lovers. Mom’s tongue searched the inside of my mouth, my tongue returned the pleasure, I was learning quick, there was no way I was going to spoil the moment now. Caution, wait for that little gesture of acceptance, look for that half hidden sign of encouragement, if in doubt slow down, hold back, let mom stay in control.

Mom’s robe had fallen slightly open revealing the full rounded curvature of her more than ample pendulous breasts. I slipped my hand inside my mother’s half open robe and around her slender girl like waist. The passion of my mother’s kisses increased in tempo, I took that as a positive sign of encouragement, I moved my hand from around my mother’s waist and slowly moved it up onto her breast. Surely mom would push it away, surely I had taken a step too far, at the end of the day this was still my mother and I had got my hand on her breast. When she didn’t immediately remove my hand I took this as another sign of acceptance. I squeezed her breast gently and felt for her nipple, it was hard, very hard. I played and toyed with mom’s breast and nipple and continued to kiss her passionately, we were both really turned on. As I massaged her breast mom broke away from kissing me on the lips, then unbuttoning my shirt she worked her way, kiss by kiss, down to my chest searching for my nipple. She licked it with her tongue then rolled it between her lips, finally sucking it into her mouth, it was electrifying, I could feel tingles of electricity shooting around my body “Mom, mom you feel so…good, so…good, so soft and warm. I have never felt anything so beautiful, so unbelievable before, I don’t ever want this to stop, I love you so much, so much mom.” I said with the full emotion of the moment.

By now I suspected that mom really didn’t want to stop either. We explored each other’s bodies with our hands and kisses, it felt so good, so unbelievably good. “Oh honey, you have made me ever so horny. Do you know what horny means Billy Joe?” mom whispered in my ear.

“Er….you want to have sex… right?” I replied though not really sure, heck it wasn’t that long before that I thought a girl got pregnant by kissing too much, silly or what.

“Oh baby, I don’t want to ‘just’ have sex with you, we are much closer than that” mom cooed” I want to make love to my baby. Will you let me make love to you honey, let me show you, let me show you how to make love, let me make love to you?”

“Please mom, please, please show me, I need you so much, I need to be close to you. If dad doesn’t care for you I do, I love you so much mom, I sure do.” My voice trembling with emotion, the tears welling up in my eyes.

“Oh sweetie, no need for tears mommy will take care of you, mommy wants you so close too, I love you so much too” mom said with that reassuring tone in her voice, “We are going to do this right aren’t we honey, mommy’s going to show you, mommy’s going to show you something real special, but this is between you and me, no one else must ever know, OK.” As I held her in my arms again I whispered close to her ear “No one else mom, no one else.” Mom took my hand in hers “Come on honey.” She whispered and lead me towards her bedroom.

We reached the bedroom door, my mind was saying that this was wrong, this could not be right, but my body was saying something completely different, that I couldn’t stop now, that I couldn’t disappoint my mother after we had come this far. Was I really going to go through with this, to make love to my mother, in her bed and was it mom who was actually taking the lead, in control of what we were doing.

We walked into my mother’s bedroom hand in hand and stood still. Still not believing this could be happening, still waiting for something to spoil the moment, for my hand to be caught in the cookie jar. My engorged cock was straining at the front of my pants, damp patches bearing witness to my now uncontrollable sexual arousement. Mom walked forward a few paces dropped her robe off her shoulders and turned to face me, she was beautiful, elegant, graceful, I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest it was pounding so much. Her golden brown body totally naked, mom was not only braless but she was not wearing any panties at all. I had never seen my mother naked before. She was magnificent, her body belied her thirty something years. She was neither small nor tall, but shapely and without an ounce that could be described as over weight. Her ample breasts were pendulous but firm, they jiggled as she turned back to walk towards the bed, her nipples proud and firm stood erect. Her hips swayed with that exaggerated motion of a fifties movie star. She stopped at the side of the bed, bending slightly forward exaggerating the curves of her body, she threw back the bed covers then turned once again to face me. I traced the shape of her legs slowly upwards with my eyes. I could see that small wisp of dark coloured hair at the top of her legs which framed that object of all mans desires, her breasts proud and now motionless but for the rhythmic gentle heaving at each breath. It was too much, far too much. I felt that burning tingling sensation at the end of my cock, the tightening then powerful throb in my balls, then with the ferocity of a latent volcano I was shooting everything I had got down the leg of my pants. I stood there transfixed, was it shock, embarrassment or what I don’t know but I could not move.

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