My mother began “What are you reading?”
I sat in baggy shorts and baggy t-shirt with my back to the bedroom door at my computer, reading a story from an erotic stories web site. I quickly clinked the mouse on a word document and turned with a feeling of embarrassment, to look at my mother. Thankfully, she was busy arranging my laundered clothes in my wardrobe and had her back to me,
“Just some college project Ammi (Mother)” I lied.
I found my eyes scanning the back of my mother’s body. It was hard to believe that she had given birth to five children over 20 years of marriage. Her hair was long and silky and her body only a little more rounded then the day she had married my father. Her figure was the classic I pair shaped, wide hipped one, known to all. She was wearing a baby pink, lawn Shalwar Kamiz, (loose shirt and baggy trousers) her back was wet with perspiration and so the Kamiz stuck to it and revealed the out line of her bra strap. As she bent from the waist to sort out my briefs in the wardrobe draw, her well-rounded ass jutted in my direction. I felt my cock throb with an evil mind of its own. The story I had been reading had featured a hot anal sex scene and now my mum’s ass was almost in my face, so to speak. She straightened up and as sometimes happens in shalwar Kamiz her Kamiz tail bunched up in the crack of her ass.
I was staring at this with fascination when suddenly she asked, “Did you hear what I said?”
“What?” I blurted, my eyes making contact with hers as she turned to look at me.
“I said, “She continued, “Keep your wardrobe tidy. I am sick to death of cleaning up after you Maqsood. You are 18 years old now. Don’t be a Lafunga! (Waste of Space) Grow up!”
She had used my formal name,’ Maqsood’, not my nickname,’ Makmak’ which meant that she was annoyed. The lafunga meant she was really annoyed.
As she left the room, her pink cotton Kamiz still trapped in her butt crack she said “Dinner in ten minutes”.
I sat for a moment with a stiffy, throbbing against my tummy. Reaching into my shorts and grabbing hold of my cock I squeezed it hard and pointing an accusing finger at it with my other hand muttered to me “Hey! Machord! (Mother fucker!) Have some shame that’s your mother’ I then flicked it with my index finger, let it go and pulled my hands out of my shorts. I guess I should to tell you about myself, looks wise. Just to help the story along. I am 5ft 7 with an average build. My family is from Hazara in Northern Pakistan and we live in an apartment complex in Gulshan-i-Iqbal, Karachi. Near Disco bakery, actually, for those of you who know Gulshan. I am the eldest, followed by two sisters (16 and 14) and two pain in the ass brothers (13 and 12). Long live family planning! Papa works in a local bank as a branch manager. I have a part time job at a video shop, (lots of hot XXX movies for free), that helps me to meet my expenses, like; motorcycle petrol, Internet and a little saved (very little). There are girls at college who are HOT! They flirt a bit and go out on dates with some of the guys but, there isn’t anyone dating me, Let’s face it, dates cost money They only want to be ‘friends’ with poor guys like me.
I am interested in a girl named Fauzia, from our area. We meet whenever we can. All she will do is kiss and rub and squeeze my cock through my trousers. I did manage to get her Kamiz off once, and suck and squeeze her tits but she will never go further then letting me rub my cock against her ass, from behind, provided we keep our clothes on. Her family have arranged her marriage to a cousin, and so, about 6 months from now, she’ll be fucked hard by some behanchord (sister fucker). Anyway, back to the story. Over the next two weeks, nothing much happened. Life went on as usual and I masturbated whenever I needed too, and could. Sharing a bedroom with two younger brothers can be a real nightmare. Fauzia was out of town for a month; her future in-laws had invited her to Hyderabad. College was boring and homework was a pain in the ass. Still, I managed to read a few hot incest stories, now I was more interested in ones about Mothers and sons, and found my self studying my mum’s body with fascination. I began to appreciate her figure more and more. Her breasts had to be at least 36 inches and her hips were maybe 38. The sight of her would bring my cock up in a salute. It made things difficult at times for me.
In late May, this year, my father had to go home to Hazara to deal with a property dispute. He took his annual leave and told me to bring all the family to Hazara once the schools had closed, for summer vacations (June first). About 2 days after Papa had left; there was a wedding in our complex to which we were invited. As usual, my sisters went mad about it attending all the ceremonies and parties etc that go along with a Pakistani wedding. I myself had a big project to complete, so I would stay at home and work on it, while everyone was at the wedding. Then, I would turn up late, to check the babes out. (Pakistani weddings only get interesting late in the evening, when all the chicks are flirty in their party clothes) This one evening, after everyone had left, I was sitting at my computer, in my shorts and a vest, typing away at my report when I heard Ammi call “Makmak?”
“Yes Ammi” I called back
“I am lying down for an hour” she continued “wake me when you leave”.
“Ok Ammi” I replied. Getting back to my work on the computer, I quickly forgot about it.
After maybe half an hour, I had had enough brainwork and clicked on a story I had saved from the web. It was a hot, lusty story about a guy fucking his sisters, mum and aunt. I was really hot after that. My cock tented in my shorts, as I wore no underpants underneath them, a damp patch formed from my pre-cum, very quickly. I tugged my shorts down and closing my eyes and reliving the just read story in my mind, I pulled first gently and then hard on my erection until a stream of hot white juice shot from its head onto the floor between my legs. I watched with pride and satisfaction as the three spurts shoot up and arched down on to the ground. I wiped the floor with a dirty towel and wiped my cock with tissue paper. Checking the time I decided to check on Ammi’s plans before showering and dressing up to head for the wedding party, the music of which was filled the night with thumping Punjabi wedding rhythms. I went to my parent’s room and after knocking; I opened it and asked “Ammi? Are you ok?”
There was no reply so I poked my head around the door to check on my Mum.
She was fast asleep on her side. There was a light on, so I could see clearly. The ceiling fan was on full and the curtains were drawn. I softly walked up to check on Ammi. I thought that the noise of the wedding party had made it hard for her to hear me. I tried shaking her, but she would only mumble and shift a little. This movement placed her on her tummy and she softly snored away as the fan blew her Kamiz up to reveal her Shalwar covered bottom. As the weather was very hot, Ammi was wearing a very thin cotton suit. It was an old shalwar Kamiz that been washed so many times that the thin material was even thinner. I stood beside the bed with my eyes on my mum’s ass and a throbbing hard on in my shorts.
“Ammi?” I asked again bending down and shaking her shoulder.
No response.
“Ammi?” I said above the noise of the music, shaking her harder.
She mumbled and shifted again but nothing more.
Her shifting had caused her Kamiz to rise up further, now the bare skin of the small of her back could be seen. Without realizing what I was doing, I reached out and ran my hand and fingers gently over this bare skin. Coming to my senses, I pulled my hand away and stepped back.’ I was sweating with fear. I waited for Ammi to jump up and slap me hard across the face. I studied her, looking for the tell tale movements but, she snored on. I stepped to the foot of the bed and stared down at my mum. She was fast asleep. Her legs were slightly parted as she lay on her stomach; her Kamiz was still up over her back. The music was still pounding away and my head was filled with evil thoughts. Kneeling down on the floor, I thought, “I’ll just have a look at her ass. That’s all.”
I gently and slowly tugged at her shalwar until it moved over her buttocks and down to her thighs. I froze for a moment as Ammi shifted again in her sleep but relaxed as her snoring quickly resumed. Her shifting had made it easier to get her shalwar down over her hips and to her knees. I always suspected that Ammi wore no panties, now it was confirmed. I stared for a long minute or so at her naked ass. Her slightly parted legs giving a glimpse of her cunt to me I had begun to stroke my hard cock; Moving my hand up and down in my shorts over the throbbing shaft of my prick. I ran the fingers of my free hand over the soft skin of her buttocks and pressed the flesh instinctively. All this time, Ammi made no sign of being awake. She snored and slept on; seemingly unaware of what was happening.
“I’ll just rub my cock against her ass,” I thought. Head spinning with lust.
“Maybe run my cock head down her butt crack, that’s’ all”
I stood and stepped out of my shorts, my red-hot cock straining for relief.
Gently getting on the bed and astride my Mum’s thighs, I bent over her naked ass, and resting my weight on one arm, I took my prick in my free hand and pressed my cock against the soft cool skin of Ammi’s ass cheeks.
It was electric. It felt so fucking good. Nothing like rubbing my hard-on against Fauzia’s shalwar, cover ass.
“Oh Fuck!” I whispered.
My cock left a trail of wet sticky pre-cum over Ammi’s ass. I guided my cock head to the crack of Ammi’s ass and gently, very softly, I moved it up and down the crack. It was so fucking great! Ammi mumbled and I quickly rolled sideways off the bed. There was a shaking on the bed and then the sound of snoring again. I had laid still and silent on the cold mosaic floor, sweating in fear and lust. Slowly I got back to my knees and looked at Ammi. She had turn over and was now on her back. What was more, she had kicked or pulled her shalwar off and was now naked from the waist down. I moved to the foot of the bed, deciding to grab my shorts and get out before my luck ended. As I took hold of my shorts and got to my feet, Ammi coughed and mumbled. I looked at her terrified but she just started to snore. My eyes now locked onto the junction of her legs. She laid there with her legs apart, her hairless pussy in plain view. My cock took over. This was the first cunt I had ever seen in real life. All the pussy on videotape was nothing compared to this.
I dropped my shorts and bent in close for a clearer look. Ammi shifted slightly and her legs widened to give me a clear view of my birthplace. My nostrils picked up the never before smelled scent of pussy. My brain spun around as my cock throbbed angrily. The music seemed to be getting louder and I realized that my family might come looking for me; I quickly decided that Ammi, must be in too deep a sleep to know anything, and that a chance like this was not likely to come again. I went and tugged a curtain open slightly. As I turned the light off, the light from the streetlights bathed the room in a dim pale light. My eyes adjusted quickly. I wanted to see what I was doing. I went to the bed and got slowly on beside Ammi, I gently tugged her Kamiz a bit higher and felt a little annoyed that I couldn’t get at her tits. I got between her legs and looked down at her cunt and then at my prick.
“Well Machord (mother fucker) this is what you wanted” I whispered to myself.
Resting my weight on one arm and taking my prick in my free hand, I moved into position. I rubbed my cock-head against the damp warmth of Ammi’s cunt. My eyes going from my cock to her face, to check if she had woken up. Nothing, just snoring and a soft mumbled sentence were all I heard. I continued to rub my cock head over her pussy, electric shocks shooting through my body. Then I moved my cock head down between the lips of her cunt and held it there. Ammi shifted, her left arm covering her eyes as her legs opened wider. I waited for the sound of snoring to resume. Slowly I eased my cock into her hole. It was so hot and wet that my cock slid in with ease. I quickly took a look at Ammi’s face and then as I watched for any sign that she was awaking, a little more of my cock slipped into her cunt. The heat was amazing. I had never imagined that a cunt could be so hot and wet. Her pussy seemed to be sucking my 6-inch manhood into it. I moved in slowly until I was fully inside her. My balls resting against her ass cheeks, beads of sweat running down my back along my ass crack and balls, to the drip on the bed sheet between her legs.
“Oh Fuck!” I whispered “I am a real fucking Machord now!”
I began to slowly move in and out. Bracing my body with my arms and legs so that my weight was not on her, I moved in and out of her sloppy pussy. It felt amazing! But it was hard to keep a slow pace. My cock was near bursting and my instinct was to fuck hard and fast before I came. Feeling the strain, I bent my elbows and rested the weight of my upper body on them. I was sweating a lot, despite the ceiling fan above me; I dripped sweat from my face, arms, legs and balls. I looked at my mums face again, trying to keep my breathing as quiet as I could. Her arm still covered her eyes. My eyes went to where my shameless cock, move in and out of her cunt and then went to her tits. She was damp with sweat too and I could make out the hard points of her nipples pressed against the damp fabric. I bent my head and flicked the tip of my tongue against one nipple. I felt like ripping her Kamiz off and sucking hard on her breasts while ramming my cock into her cunt. I looked again at Ammi’s face and then down my cock when suddenly, Ammi’s legs came up around my waist and I heard her say,” Machord (mother fucker) do it right!”
I was stunned as her arms wrapped around me and her ass began to bounce up and down fucking my cock.
“Machord” she repeated, breathing heavily “Fuck Me Hard! Fuck me hard you Haramzada (bastard).
I was still in a state of confused shock. Here I was with my prick rammed in my mother’s cunt being told to fuck hard.
Ammi took hold of my face in her hands and looked me straight in the eye.
“I told you to fuck harder you son of a bitch! You bastard!” She hissed in my face.
Our eyes met and I saw the lust in her eyes. I then began to pump her as I had longed to do. My cock now rammed into her pussy hard and fast. Nothing mattered. We just fucked. I reached for her tits and squeezed them hard, Molding them with my hands and I sucking on her nipples. Ammi pushed me face away from her breasts and told me “Rip it off you machord ka batcha (son of a mother fucker). I did just that. Ripping the fabric apart I kissed, sucked and squeezed her naked breasts while her ass bounced up to met the downward thrusts of my man-meat. Suddenly I felt the end approach. Despite my attempts to stall it, my hot stringy cum erupted from my balls up my piston like shaft into my mothers hot wet cavern. I fell exhausted onto her panting body unable to do anything more then empty myself in her. After a while, I got off Ammi and sat on the side of the bed with my head down panting. I looked shyly at Ammi, unsure what to say. She sat up and looking between her legs said” You really made a mess of the bed sheet” Then she stood up and pulled me to my feet.
“Come on’ She said pulling me to the shower. “After sex, you shower.
Once in the bathroom, Ammi threw the torn kamiz in the dustbin and pulled my vest over my head.
She stood back and looked at me in the harsh brightness of the bathroom light.
“Not bad” she said cupping my balls in her hands and weighing them with her fingers.
She turned me around and pushed me under the shower. I turned the water on and felt the cold jet of water hit me like a punch in the stomach. Ammi came up behind me and began washing my back with soap. It felt very strange being there. My mother washing me, like I was a child again. Only this child had just banged the hell out of her. Her hands went between my legs over my balls and soft cock. The feel of her hand instantly began to change that. I felt my prick stiffen.
“Oh” Ammi said behind me,” My Makmak is hard again”
She turned me around and handed me the soap.
“My turn” She said with a smile.
As I ran my soapy hands over her neck, shoulders and breasts, I asked “Ammi, were you awake the whole time”?
“No”. I woke up when I felt you tugging at my shalwar. I thought your father had come home at first, and then I saw you.” She explained.
My hands moved over her breasts and stomach down between her legs. She put her hands on mine as I washed or rather felt her body. She turned around and said, “You don’t like my bottom?”
I immediately slapped my hands playfully on her buttocks and answered,” I love this ass Ammi”.
Ammi slowly bent over, taking her buttocks in her hands, she pulled them apart to show her butt hole.
“Show me how much you love my ass,” she said,” Fuck it!”
This was a dream come true. Soaping up her butt hole and washing it clean, I moved my cock head to the wrinkled hole of her anus.
“Wait!” Ammi ordered, moving to brace herself by holding onto the bathroom sink she said,” Okay mother fucker! Show me what you can do”.
“No oil?” I asked.
“Use some of your Papa’s Brylcream he does” she replied.
Greasing my cock up with the cream and applying a good dab of Brylcream to her ass hole, I took my prick and positioned it against the wrinkled butt hole of my mum. Taking a firm grip of her hips, I eased my way in to her rectum. It was like a hot knife cutting through butter. I bottomed out almost immediately.
“Oh Makmak!” Ammi sighed,” that feels soooo good!”
“Now don’t waste time, fuck my ass!” She ordered.
Like a good boy, I willing obeyed. I watched my cock appear and disappear into her ass hole. As I fucked her, I watched the reflection we made in the mirror above the sink Ammi’s face twisted with lust. She licked and bit her lips as she panted in time to my forward jabs. I saw my own face, wet and wide eyed and felt suddenly very powerful. I pulled Ammi away from the sink and took her back into the bedroom. Pushing her on to her back on the bed, I pushed her legs up and back until her butt hole was in plain sight. She understood at once and panted, “Yes! Do it hard!” I positioned my cock once more against her anus and rammed into her. Falling onto her, I squeezed and mauled her breast as my prick shafted her ass hole. All too soon, the juices gathered in my balls and shot out into her bowels. I kept pumping her butt hole until my deflated prick hurt. After that, Ammi and I showered again and dressed for the wedding party. No one seemed to have missed us and of course, no one knew what we had been up to. Ammi and I didn’t get a chance to repeat our session. We did however manage a quick fuck in the kitchen after everyone was asleep. Ammi was washing the dishes and I came up behind her, tugged her shalwar down and unzipping my jeans, gave her a doggy style fuck. All too soon, we were on our way to Hazara and Papa. Well, that’s the story. Be horny!