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Mom Became My Wife

Copyright© 2026 by Jholer

Chapter 2

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This is story of my mom and how i made her pregnant and mother of my childrens.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Age Gap   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   Indian Male   Indian Female   Indian Erotica  

By hearing my words, Mom’s body loosened, and she hugged me slightly with a smile, yielding to me with inebriation. She allowed me to tuck my hand into her pubic area and rub her playground.

Her grass field was almost six inches wide and six inches high from her asshole while she lay on her back, forming a long triangle shape. A cleavage went from the middle to the bottom of the triangle, and a piece of lengthening tissue hid inside, protruding out. She lifted her thigh and placed it on my hip. I clawed her buttocks with my hand, lifted her saree and petticoat, caressed her ass cheeks, slightly pulled my middle finger into her wet, thick cleavage, parted her thick honeycomb, and smelled us both before licking my finger and tasting her honey.

She got shy and kissed my lips for the first time, then untied her blouse and bra for me. I became enticed by feeling her breasts fall down one by one; the lower pap was beneath my chest, and the upper one touched my middle chest. Her breasts were comparatively small for her body size, partly sagging but not completely crushed. Her nipples resembled dried grapes. I lifted her upper breast and urged around with my nose, lips, and tongue. She became inebriated, closed her eyes, and enjoyed my plays like a preschool child with her toys.

She lifted her thighs more and more above, and I tucked my hand into the heavenly cleavage between her honeycombs, controlling myself. Even though she had become a mother of three children, she hadn’t been fucked enough by Dad, as her bottom part had become very huge in size; no normal guy could hug both her buttocks at once with both hands.

So Dad had lost interest in Mom’s torrid area after the birth of their three kids. She was also waiting for a guy’s cock, but she was afraid of my age and the blood relation between us. Moreover, she warned me that my age wasn’t mature enough to copulate with a mature woman with an extra-huge body like hers. But I guided her hand to my shaft in the meantime.

She took my erect dick in her hand, wondered about its size and hardness, and commended it with heavy desire, saying, “This is much bigger than your father’s and BIL’s.” She thought that although I was a fresher in sex, I had hidden my experience with our goat’s vagina.

She peeled the head skin of my dick, caressed the crown, kissed me, and said, “You are such a tiny child to me, but your rod is much enough for any woman.” She lay on her back, lifting me up, widened her legs fully, and folded her knees to keep me between them. I mounted on her chest, touching my loin to her torrid area. My dick was impatiently waiting to perform like an athlete on a track, twisting its head like a chameleon, but I did not push inside. Even so, her vulva was already open, ready to swallow my fully erect cock.

Due to the huge size of her buttocks, her vulva was almost seven inches above the floor, and her buttocks spread near both edges of the mattress, which made it lucky for me to bear my mom’s nude body. I looked into her pubic area like a carpenter looking at a big piece of wood before touching his chisel and hammer to carve it. I lifted her upper dress and started from her breasts, which had become flat in shape like two buns to be served in two separate dishes. Both breasts were small in size, like a schoolgirl’s, and she got shy showing me the same.

I traced her nipples in the middle part of her breast, but both of them yielded and projected toward her huge armpits. I lifted her breasts and started playing with both buns, kissed her neck, and licked the two dried but big grapes. In the meantime, Mom directed my cock into her vulva, thinking I had no patience, but I removed my dick and lifted my loin.

I woke up from her chest, stood on my knees, and tucked my left middle finger into her vagina. I rubbed from the bottom to the top of the cleavage and felt it hot, sinking into her cleavage with a slick sound. I wondered about the depth of her canal, as both vaginal walls moved away while my finger slicked down further and further. I lit my mobile light, but Mom hid her vagina with her hand due to shyness; however, she couldn’t hide it with just one hand and had to use two hands to cover it.

I begged her and removed her hands, lifting one leg and placing it on my shoulder. But Mom opposed, telling me she couldn’t touch me with her legs because I was her sweet baby and too tiny to bear her fat legs. She kept her legs widened on the floor. I kept the torch lit between her cheeks and spread her honeycomb with both thumbs, but her thick wall spread again. Finally, I split her thick bread slices with both hands.

Then I saw the greatest sight of my life: two petals were shrunk and hidden on both sides of her hole, joining together at the top of her wet hole with a hard flesh piece like a flower bud. I smelled her honeycomb, took the petals in my lips, and started to lick them.

She admired my play with her fleshy, wet bread slices and fully supported by lifting her buttocks, enabling me to reach her with my mouth. I examined Mom’s pussy, but I couldn’t explain the divine hole. I spread both bread slices with my left thumb and second finger, wondering about their thickness—it was almost equal to four bread slices smeared with fruit jam, looking like two sliced pieces of seer fish slightly crushed, though only the smell and taste were different.

I kissed her grass field, pulled the hair with my lips, and rubbed her clit with my nose and tongue. I inserted my tongue into her soppy hole, brandishing it around inside the vulva and her honeycomb like an experienced guy. Mom got excited by my patience and skill in making a woman orgasm with my tongue. I probed deeply into her vulva hole and lengthened my tongue as much as possible to touch her G-spot. I licked her pussy juice, pulled her petal with my lips and teeth, and she became rapturous with sensual pleasure. I stirred my chin into her pussy cleavage, and she started to enjoy the pleasure of rubbing against my tiny, sharp stubble of beard.

At last, she begged me for my cock, projecting her back like a female dog in heat toward a male dog. I removed my face from her vagina, and she lengthened her hands toward my cock. I laid down on her and gave my dick to her hand. She massaged my dick crown with fondness and guided it into her pussy mouth without any light.

I felt her vulva mouth like a greedy female child opening a gift packet from her father to be gifted. My dick panicked to take a bath in her wet pond, and I didn’t waste time. I immersed my cock into the cleavage with full power with a fluck sound, releasing from her womb to earth like a bull pulling his dick into a cow’s vagina. She also cooperated very much, lifting her loin up and down in a perfect rhythm.

I started pumping my dick fast, sometimes faster, and Mom advised me to stop for a while, handing me a two-inch square hard plastic piece. I opened the packet; it was a condom. I asked Mom why she was keeping it there since her hubby wasn’t with her.

Mom: “This is from your BIL. I kept five pieces in total in my bag; out of those five, three have been used.”

Then I also showed her another condom that had spots on it, meant to be rubbed inside her vaginal walls. She admired it and told me, “Naughty mother fucker, you know sex very well. Who taught you?”

Me: “I don’t like a sheath on my cock while entering into you. I want to cum inside your womb, and this is my desire.”

Mom: “Please don’t cum inside my vagina, as there is a chance of pregnancy.”

But I hugged her most passionately and begged to bear my child in her womb. She also embraced me and said...

Mom: “Dear, I strongly wish for your seed to be planted in my womb and to give birth to your child, as many as you desire. But if I get pregnant now, how will we justify it to your father? So please keep patience until your father comes home next month.”

 
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