I fucked ur mom before making her pussy wet for you.. U just felt cum deep inside. Have u ever seen my cum. Who can it be? I was looking for u, my son was d one who got fucked by u.. I been thinking of fucking u. But I couldnt fuck u. Couldn’t do it. I like ur mother’s pussy.. I want to fuck u too. Aunty started to moan with pleasure and her body started to tremble and tremble as I began to thrust my cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She pushed her hips back to meet my every thrust. “Yeah.. fuck me.. suck my tits..” Aunty said in a husky voice. “Come on let’s go fuck in the living room” “Oh, I’m sorry, her name is Chitra, just call her Ma. I was just wondering if u r available at this time. I would be a perfect man for u” “Oh.. I see.. u r married right? Well I am not getting any younger, though you are a young man, I have to settle down. It is a pity to keep u waiting.” I replied and the conversation stopped. We both were fucking with passionate abandon. After what seemed like an hour, her movements became slower and I was going faster and deeper inside her. I grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head and began to pound her like a mad man. With each thrust, I reached a new level of pleasure. I grabbed her body by the elbows and thrust it back over her ass as I thrust forward. We were so in sync. “Yes, son, mother is just right for u. I was just fucking with you son. Hope u understood my meaning.” “Ah, you are killing mom. U r filling her like a god. Take it all mom. Fill mommies pussy with your hot young cock. You will be the luckiest man in the world.” He said in a soothing voice as I felt his hands on my ass and my stomach rubbing against his cock. I buried my head between her breasts and gave her a vigorous deep kiss. I pushed her back to make sure that she stayed in place. I put my arms around her body and placed my hands on her tits and squeezed them firmly. “I am cumming.. U feel sooo good. Fuck mom now “I said in a shaky voice. I screamed as my cum spewed out of my cock and filled her pussy. I collapsed on top of her. “Ummmm, yes. Please stay in me. U r making me cum. U r filling me with your thick cum. Ah, I love that. Keep doing that.” We stayed in that position for sometime until we got used to the sex. His cock became soft and slipped out of my mother. She was smiling contently as we both got up and washed our bodies in the bathroom. I took my cock out and washed my cum off my mother. She did the same. We went back to the living room. “Ummm, I agree. U r a very lucky guy. U are my son. U r the man who got me pregnant.” “Thank u mom, but u shoudnt be thanking me. I am in this situation becoz I had sex with a girl, who is a working woman. U r a housewife. You shoudnt be thanking me. You are the one who made your son fuck u.” My mother was getting on my nerves with her constant praise. I was getting really pissed off when she said this. I grabbed her by the neck and started choking her, while slapping her face. “Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about me like this? I’m the man of the house. You are my wife and I will be the one to decide what is right for us. You better remember that bitch, whenever u see her” “Omigod, you idiot, stop it now, you are making a scene. You will kill me. You, idiot, get the hell out of here. Get out, right now” I took her by the hands and dragged her to her room. I pushed her on her bed. I reached over and turned on the light. I then started to look at her. Her face was still a little swollen from the recent beating, but there was a new cut, probably a tear. There was a deep cut on her cheek. Her hair was tangled from sleeping. There was a bright red stain, mixed with dried blood, on the pillow. There was another cut in her right leg. I pulled out a chair and sat down on it and started to undo the belt of my shorts. “Look, it’s simple. You don’t respect me. This is my house. You are not married to me. You are just my wife. If you don’t like how things are, you leave. This is my house and you will do as I say.” I continued to rip open my shirt. “Mamma, you have to listen to me. I won’t be punished anymore. I am leaving, forever.” I slammed my fist on the table. “Stay out of my life. You make your own decisions.” I had to leave. I have hurt my mother, no matter what. It had to end. I grabbed the bags and headed out of the door. As I headed down the stairs, I could hear mother crying, pleading with me to stay. I ignored her. As I got out on the road, I began to think. I am now a free man. I will never come back to this place. What would my mother do? Would she find another husband? Would she try to find love again? I still loved her and did not want to hurt her. Maybe, she will find love again, maybe someone will care for her like I did. I think I was sadder than she. She was truly my best friend, my partner in life. I had abandoned her to die. She had been so good to me, so patient, so caring. I couldn’t stay around any longer. I needed to get out. I had already decided I would leave town, with everything I own. It’s what she wanted. She just couldn’t face her life alone, the way she was. She was nothing but a stranger in her own house. I needed to go. I have a new life to lead.