It was 8 in the evening. Normally, Radha used to come home by this time. Not today. A tense Karan was unable to fathom what was going to happen next. He wanted to call or at-least text to know the Final part of the current series. Does Karan succeed in fucking his mother forever? When will she be back home?
He took the phone multiple times but stopped short as it would show desperation. He wanted to appear calm but struggled to do so, like a fish fresh out of the water. As he paced the house nervously, the doorbell rang. A chill ran through his spine as he heard the doorbell.
He wanted to rush to open the door, but common sense advised patience. He waited, opened the door, and pretended to be calm. Radha had one glimpse at him and rushed to her bedroom. Karan thought his mother was trying to avoid the questions and probably wanted some time.
At the same time, he was also desperate for clues that would show his mother’s thinking. Based on that, he could further plan to seduce his mother into wedlock. As he was thinking about his next step, Radha called him into her bedroom.
Karan froze at that moment. His stomach started churning, and he felt a need to dump. A lot of thoughts went through Karan’s mind as he pushed himself to the bedroom. As soon as he entered, he saw his mother looking straight into his eyes with ecstasy.
She pointed to the dress that was kept on the bed. One of them was a red Banarasi saree, which Hindu women traditionally wear on their wedding day. Another one was a silky cream colour Kurta-pyjama.
Radha quizzed shyly, “Do you remember this dress?”
A million thoughts were dancing in Karan’s mind. He could only exclaim, “What?”
Radha looked angrily at Karan, “You forgot our wedding attire?”
Karan came to his senses with a jolt. He tried to calm the situation, “I know our wedding attire. Remember, I undressed you with my own hands and, in that process, tore the expensive blouse.”
Radha burst out laughing, ” Yes, and boobs popped out like jumping beans. My mother was angry and kept saying she got me married to a hungry dog.” Both of them laughed. Then Karan asked, “Why have you put them on our bed?”
Radha quipped, “You still didn’t understand, silly! The answer is yes. Yes. I want to marry you again. I want you both as my dutiful son and loving husband.”
Karan couldn’t believe his ears. Karan felt a sense of relief. As if someone had pulled a heavy blanket from his body that was suffocating him. Finally, his scheme was falling into place. He was not only able to fuck his mom but also make her his wife.
He smiled wickedly. He had seduced his mom with a ridiculous plan that would be rejected even by a low-grade porn film. He walked up to his mom and planted a French kiss on her lips. As he was about to make his next move, the doorbell rang.
He wondered who it was. Surprisingly, his mom was smiling. She whispered, “Go and open the door.” As soon as Karan opened the door, he saw two men standing outside with baskets of flowers. They said they had been called to decorate Radha’s bedroom for the wedding night.
Karan quizzically looked at his mother. Radha replied, ” We are going to have our wedding tonight. We are going to relive that magical night once again.”
Karan screamed in excitement, “Really?” He was so excited about hearing the news that he nearly ejaculated in his pants.
Radha replied, ” Calm down, dear. First, we have to get married.”
Karan: But where?
Radha: I have already taken care of it. A priest in a temple on the city outskirts will conduct our wedding after the temple has closed. Now go and get dressed. We need to leave quickly. I can’t wait long enough to marry you.
Karan replied with excitement, “Same here,” and tried to kiss Radha again. But Radha stopped him mid-way and replied, “All this after marriage. If we start to kiss, we will not be able to control ourselves and end up giving a live sex show to a couple of strangers. And even miss our marriage.”
Both laughed and proceeded to be ready. As soon as Radha came out wearing the red Banarasi saree, she looked like a paragon of beauty. Even angels like those mentioned in Hindu mythological texts like Urvashi and Menaka would have paled in comparison.
For Karan, it was a feeling he couldn’t describe. For the first time, Karan had genuine feelings for her mother. He did not look at Radha as a sexual object ready to be devoured. But as a woman who needed to be loved wholeheartedly for the rest of her life.
All these feelings overwhelmed him as he was going to marry the woman he truly loved. They both held hands and proceeded towards the temple. There, they got married under proper Hindu customs. At the time of smearing vermillion on her mother’s forehead, Karan’s hand trembled in excitement.
He ended up smearing it all the places except the spot. Both Radha and the priest laughed at seeing this.
Once the wedding ritual got over, the priest told Radha to touch Karan’s feet and seek her blessing. But Karan stopped saying that in this marriage, they both were equal. He would not subject his wife to such ancient customs. In reality, he was embarrassed to let his mother touch his feet.
Radha smiled and affectionately touched his face. Both came back home after the wedding and saw their room was decorated for them to consummate their wedding again.
Suddenly Karan quipped, “Mom, I feel different.” Radha suddenly looked at him and asked frantically, “What happened?”
Karan replied, “I feel that I am a different person now. I must simultaneously perform my duties as a son and as a husband to you. I have to touch your feet and press your legs every day. But at the same time, spread your legs and insert my dick into your thirsty pussy.”
“I experience that I have to repay the debt of your milk. But at the same time, feel to pump your bobs with my bare hands. Bite and suck those large brown nipples to taste the last drop of milk. I want to worship you as the divine mother and ravish you as cock loving whore, every moment.”
Then Karan looked at his mom, “What is happening to mom?” All this was Karan’s plan to gradually phase out his dead father and fuck his mother just as being himself.
Radha replied innocently, “With this marriage, your and your father’s soul has become one. Now you have a dual responsibility to keep me happy both as a mother and wife.”
“That means I will be mother worshipping son and mother-fucker simultaneously,” Karan exclaimed. Radha laughed out aloud, ” It looks like it, dear.”
Karan decided to make his final bold move, “I believe my father is trying to say something.”
Radha replied, “What is it, dear? Please tell me.”
Karan replied, “A similar wedding night occurred 23 years back, and nine months later, I was born. Now another wedding night is happening. Will it lead to the same?”
Radha shyly inferred, “Yes, dear, our flower will blossom again. I will become a mother again. This time it will be both my son and husband that will fertilize my womb.”
It was all that Karan needed to hear. He held his mother’s face and kissed her. Simultaneously, he took his hands near his mother’s blouse and ripped it to expose the big guns. He exclaimed naughtily, “I hope my dead mother-in-law does not come back to see this.”
Radha also joked, “You surely don’t want to spend your night giving explanations to my mom.”
Both laughed, and Karan went to suck his mother’s boobs. They were round, firm, and big, and he had to use both hands to grab one boob. This was not the first time Karan was going to fuck Radha. But the earlier sex was all about hardcore fuck with his mom to calm his lust and testosterone.
This time he wanted to make passionate love with his mom, now his wife. He kept on sucking it, and Radha kept on moaning. “Oh dear, your sucking is making pussy wet. I think I will have an orgasm at any moment.” Saying this, she moaned loudly.
She pulled Karan’s hair and inserted her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues were in an intense fight as their lips clashed. This continued for some time until Radha untied Karan’s pants. She was so horny that she used all her might to tear his undies and expose the big dick.
She immediately took it in her mouth and kept slurping it like a little girl who slurped on a choco-bar. After some time, she ordered Karan to face fuck her and unload the dump in her mouth. Karan, who saw the wild side of his mom, obediently followed the instructions.
He face-fucked her with all his might. Radha could not keep pace with it, and saliva started dripping from her mouth. Tears started dropping from her face, though of happiness. His tongue tried to control the pace of the dick, but alas, what chance it had.
She felt a slight headache but didn’t want to stop. She saw how immense pleasure Karan was experiencing. After 15 minutes of intense mouth fucking, Karan stopped. Radha felt that he was about to cum. But that was not to be. He made her mother stand and turn around.
He lifted the saree and removed mom’s panty. Then without warning, with one massive force, shoved his dick in Radha’s hapless asshole. Radha cried out, “Oh fuck, Swami.”
As Karan started banging her mother’s asshole, Radha bit her lips and kept moaning. She supported herself on the bed, with her fingernails scratching the bedsheet out of pleasure. She kept on moaning, “Fuck your bride dear, your mother-fucker. This asshole was made to be ripped apart by you.”
She continued, “Don’t stop, dear. Don’t you dare stop!” Suddenly, her legs convulsed, indicating she was about to cum. As soon as Karan saw this, he sat down and positioned his mouth in front of Radha’s pussy. He kept licking it like a thirsty dog licking water puddles.
He bit the inner pussy lips and then sucked on. Within minutes, Radha came like a hydrant that exploded due to too much water pressure. While having an intense orgasm, Radha sat on his face, thus allowing all the pussy juice to flow directly into Karan’s mouth.
Karan finally realized his dream of his mother sitting on his face. Karan drank all the juice, a thirsty person who had been offered water in a desert. In all this while, Karan’s hands kept on pressing Radha’s boobs vigorously. After this, Karan got up and threw his mother on the bed.
He spread his mother’s legs and rammed his cock into her pussy. He kept on ramming it without any mercy. As he hammered the already swollen pussy, he knew he was close. Radha, on the other hand, kept on moaning and pleaded with her husband to fuck her every day like this.
He asked his mom whether she was ready to start her motherhood journey. She looked at him and smiled. She was in a trance that she could not speak and nodded affirmatively. Within a few minutes, Karan roared like a lion and deposited his truckload of semen in her mother’s womb.
Radha also simultaneously orgasmed. In the process, she embraced Karan tightly, with her legs wrapping tightly around Karan’s torso. Karan was physically and mentally exhausted and collapsed on his mother’s breast. He lay motionless.
About a month ago, he would have killed himself out of shame of even thinking about fucking his mom. And now he was married to his mom, who was even willing to carry his babies. He knew that every night from now on would be a wedding night. His mom will be riding his dick like a girl who rides a pony.
He wanted to have another round but couldn’t. It was an intense, tiring experience for him. Though he had fucked his mother earlier, this time, he was doing it as an actual husband and son. After some time, he looked at his mom and kissed her. He asked how it was.
Radha replied, “I don’t have words, dear. Promise me you will fuck me like this every day!” These words turned out to be viagra for Karan.
He replied, “I will, dear.”
His dick became rock-hard again. It was resting in Radha’s pussy like a lion that rests in a den. He got up and fully undressed his mom. Then he laid down on the bed and positioned his mom on the top of his dick. She kept on riding him just like an excited girl who hops on a bicycle for the first time.
She moaned and moaned and kept thanking God for the incredible experience. In between, Karan kept on pressing mom’s boobs and ass and continued to drill her pussy with all force.
Karan wanted to try the reverse cowgirl position, but her mother was new to it. She pleaded to try this at a different time as she was exhausted from the fucking. At last, Karan made Radha lie on her tummy and inserted his dick in her asshole again.
He kept pushing his dick to the inner rectum and breaking down any resistance walls. Radha, who had her umpteenth orgasm, was too exhausted to react. Her body had given up, but her mind wanted more. She murmured in a soft voice that was inaudible.
Karan came close to draining his balls. He knew that he had to dump them in her mother’s womb. He turned around his mom and positioned his dick in the mother’s cunt. He embraced his mom in the missionary position and planted deep kisses.
As he neared his orgasm, he started fucking her with full force. In all this melee. Radha whispered, ” Make me mommy again.” Within seconds, Karan grunted loudly. Radha could feel her son’s cum flowing in her pussy with force like a broken dam that washes off the villages.
Both looked into each other’s eyes and kissed for the final time of the night. In all this, they realized that they had forgotten to have their dinner. But who cared? Their hunger for each other was quenched, and all this they wanted.
Karan used his mother’s breast as a pillow and slept like a baby. Radha smiled as she saw her son cum husband sleeping peacefully. She also slept happily, knowing that her life had changed unexpectedly. She was once again a bride, ready to be a mother again.
Karan had finally succeeded in his plan of fucking his mother.
A month later, Radha broke the good news to Karan that she was pregnant. Karan was excited and felt immense pleasure. Radha then took her son’s dick out of his pants and started sucking. Karan got tensed and asked Radha whether it was safe to have sex during pregnancy.
Radha quipped naughtily, “Oh my dear swami, I will fuck you even before going to the labour room.” And thus, they continued their penetrative carnal desires. How they were going to justify this baby to society was left to worry for the other day.
Meanwhile, somewhere in heaven, Karan’s father Rajeev, who witnessed all this, murmured angrily, “What a mother-fucker I have raised. My son is screwing my innocent wife! Oh, I am going to kill that mother fucker.”
“By the way, seeing all this fucking has made me horny. Let me go find some angel to fuck.”
With this, it comes to the end of this series. Hopefully, you liked it and would appreciate any suggestions for improvements.
