Chapter 3

Mom suggested that I take two days off from school and stay at home for a few days. She was aware of a young, precocious boy’s mind when he gets the opportunity to fuck his own mother, and she knew I would be absent-minded for a few days.

She later commended that if you allow a hungry man to taste food, he becomes greedy for more and always thinks about it; but if you feed him until he is satisfied, he will rest and sleep.

So, Mom didn’t allow me to leave home for a few days, and I liked it very much since we were both in a sensual mood, and Mom gave me extra care during those days. The next day, Grandma took my sister to the doctor, and after breakfast, Mom and I went to our goat cage to clean it.

When they saw me, the goats became pleased yet panicked. I knew why they were panicked, but Mom didn’t understand the reason. They always get restless when I enter their fold because they know why I came. If I untie them, they jump to the upstairs—a structure just two feet high built for their kids—and present their backs to me, stirring their tails.

Mom had no idea why they were behaving this way, but I knew they were ready to accept my dick in their vaginas. This was a daily practice during my school days: I used to fuck them while standing on the upstairs, which allowed the height to match the level of my dick and their vagina. Both grandmothers (the goats) thought I was there to fuck them, and indeed, I usually fucked both of them at the same time. Goats are always satisfied with five or six strokes of a guy’s cock inside their vagina, and until I cum, they have to endure my power, shifting positions until I finish.

I passionately implored Mom to stand on the upstairs on her knees to be fucked once in doggy style. But Mom warned me to keep patience until night, as someone might see us. She didn’t want to reveal her nakedness to the goats, suggesting it wasn’t fair, dear. I also remarked that there are male goats, and if they see her nude body, she might give birth to baby goats, and we both laughed.

In the meantime, I already embraced Mom, tucked my hand into her pubic area, and lifted her saree with my other hand. I implored her to show me her buttocks and pussy in the daylight, as I had only seen her tasty dish at night, and it wasn’t clear. At last, Mom yielded and showed me her heaven, imploring me not to compel her to be fucked right there.

She lifted the front part of her saree with both hands, and I was blinded and excited by seeing her beautiful loin, black hair, colorful appearance, and fat thighs like two plantain stalks or a female elephant’s proboscis. I saw a small brown rubber piece hidden in her pubic hair, peeking out. The area touching her fat thighs, an inch below her honeycomb, was brown in color—a mad sight that made me more erotomanic. I forced my face into her thighs, starting to lick and suck her pussy.

She was helpless and lacked the power to resist me. With the pleasure my tongue provided, she yielded, widening her thighs and placing one leg on the upstairs platform, creating a position that was very comfortable for me to play with her pussy using my tongue. I bowed my hands over her nude buttocks and pulled my finger into the cleavage of her ass cheeks. At last, she told me to fuck her in a standing position if I needed to now, but to do it fast.

I caressed my fully erect cock with great pleasure, and Mom also implored to see my dick in the daylight. She took my dick, peeled back its crown, and kissed it. I pulled it into her mouth, and she sucked very passionately, growing hurried and begging me to finish soon. I thrust my dick into her pussy; Mom felt something strong entering her, widened her thighs more, and lifted her belly upward with her right hand while catching one pole with her left hand, enabling me to immerse my cock fully in her vagina. However, I wished to keep her thighs together and found it very luxurious and delightful as her pussy hole became tighter than in the widened position.

Our grandmother goats watched our play with wonderful interest, keeping quiet and observing our match without any distraction. I felt more comfortable fucking my mom in the goat cage and started to speed up to cum, but the goat cage began shaking with the rhythm of my dick leaping in my mom’s pussy. Sometime later, I implored Mom to stand on her knees on the upstairs platform. Mom begged me, saying, “This position is comfortable, dear, as I can see the surroundings. You are mad, and your soul is not in this world while tearing your mom’s pussy.” But I lifted her buttocks with both hands, laid her back against the upstairs platform, and started fucking. Mom could only look at the top of the cage because her lips were being chewed by mine.