Gender: Male Age: 35 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Son mom Sex on bike|
My mom and I always enjoyed little ‘something’s in life that sadly many only dream about. She was a typical mom, a housewife looking after her husband and only son, that’s me, spends most time in kitchen. She was also quite strict with Me, although I was her dream child, born after years of struggle for a conceive or so my relatives tell me. But by the way she was stern with me usually, I didn’t feel that way. . So, I had little chance to get spoilt as most kids in my position would be.
I am so blessed with a dad who is as loving as mom is strict. But,Dad is mostly out on business trips, leaves me to my mom’s mercy at home. We inevitably developed a very thick bond providing for each other just about every thing dad is too busy to provide, but in a strange way accommodating her stern manners. Mom was not quite physical with me.Its just that she was so strict that I never felt the closeness I enjoyed with dad. I do get an occasional well deserved spank, for which I frankly blame myself. But never the less she was there helping me in genuine difficulties where most mothers just blindly punish the kids further.
Even while I was growing up at alarming rate, mom insisted on keeping me under control, but soon had to relent. Now she was a bit more relaxed and shared herself with me like a new friend.I soon learnt that during my childhood, she had tough times with the in-laws and her own siblings squabbling over wealth, plenty of stress that sometimes turned her on me.Past is past, I could forgive that, we all go through difficulties. From then on mom was my chum.We shared secrets that we wouldn’t tell dad. I wouldn’t have guessed life would turn this way. Mom is from a wealthy family but steeped in tradition. She wore only saree,but those sexy designer ones through which you can see her butt hanging.Unlike most women who turn into grain-sacs after marriage, my mum led an active life and maintained her hourglass figure. Shes the kind of married woman that men still drool over.
Approaching close to teen, I began to drool over her as well. I began to ‘notice’ things , her full blown rounded rear beauty and perky tits began to give me uninvited hard ons.I couldn’t help watching her beautiful broad buttocks bouncing behind her as she walked by, the way her delicate designer saree stretched between her buttocks when she bends , her big perky boobs threatening to jump out of the blouse. Mom began to notice my little stares and slightly bulging trousers at times. Her response was more butt giggles when walking, more bend downs at every opportunity and more exposure of her cleavage right in front of me. I began to love-hate her now. I learnt from friends how to masturbate. My favorite fantasy involved my mom again. We are close now and share many intimate things. But this was beyond sharing.
My most bittersweet experience is riding pillion with her on her moped. I used to sit in the front until I grew too big for her. She could no longer spread her legs wide enough or look above my head to see the road. Reluctantly I sat behind her now. I thought feeling Her boobs pressing my back was a lesser torment than putting up with the rear view of her broad sexy buttocks perched on the moped saddle. Though I sat a few inches behind her, my trousers always swelled forward until momentary contact was made during a jerk or halt in traffic. Mostly she was nonresponsive, but when roads get deserted she insist on me sitting close to her holding her waist so she could feel me sitting behind safely! That gave me painful errections.
I began to ride the moped by myself for local trips, that eased things a bit. Dad’s big bike ,a Hero Honda 150 cc is idle at home most days. But I was not big enough yet. It used to crush my ego to see dad teaching mom to ride the bike.It must have been a joke. Mom is about 5 foot and wears nothing but saree.She is too soaked in traditional tastes when it comes to clothing, Dad couldn’t even succeed in making her wear undergarment as far as I knew. At times, I catch a fleeting glimpse of her thick bush under her hitched up saree while she climbs furnitures to clean the ceiling.
Seeing her perched on a man size bike ,barely able to reach down with her toes, saree unevenly stretched out on either side of the bike seat ,was an amusement as well. She could barely cover a few yards without stalling or dropping the vehicle. Despite dad’s persistence, It was obvious that shes not going to gain much out of that learning. Yet I wouldn’t forget the way her sexy buttock stretched out to its limits straddled on dad’s bike with the big seat wedged underneath, the way her sexy legs stretched out on either side,her saree hitched up so high exposing more of her legs than I see at home. Mom kept moarning with strain ‘Aaaah ,AAah!!’ whenever the bike proved too much to handle.That gave me the most painful hard-on as I was watching form the window. Just as mum surprised dad by riding the length of our back garden path by herself, my cum exploded into my school uniform trouser.I was watching her ass from the rear! Without obstruction from dad who was no longer running behind. Watching her ass bouncing up and down on the seat shocked me into Cumming spontaneously.
Mom burst into the house chasing after me just as I finished tidying myself in the bathroom.
”Bata, did you see that! did you see that!”, She screamed in delight.
“See what?”, my heart raced.
“I just rode Papa’s bike!!!,I ..I thought you were watching. ” she looked delighted and disappointed at the same time. “ come I will show you”. Mom was dragging me towards the back door, but dad called it quits. He threw up his hand declaring he’s damned tired.
‘Its ok mom, you can show me later,” “but , why are you learning to ride dad’s bike?”
“It might prove helpful some day “ she said plainly.
‘I don’t want you to learn what it is to drop that bike on the road mom”, I left the room with a concerned look. Secretly I was screaming for her sexy ass. If riding pillion is the closest opportunity to getting it, what can I do?
I didn’t have to wait long, dad was due for an unscheduled business trip tomorrow, which he told us over dinner. Mom didn’t seem to register it, she was in her own exciting world now.
Next day, I had explicit orders from mom to come straight home after school . So I did, only to see her broad ass straining at the drive way, trying to push dad’s bike over a little step, towards our back garden. i am glad I didn’t bring along my friends. “Mom ,what are you doing?”
“Sorry bata! I tried to give you a surprise, but obviously I am in trouble, I pushed this thing up straight and the side stand retracted. It weighs like an elephant now, ….was easier yesterday.”
“that’s coz dad was holding it for you. He was damn tired, remember? bet he’s sleeping over the table at the conference right now”.
“why don’t you help me today”
“Mom ,I don’t even know how to ride it”
“Just hold it, I can manage, and I can teach you once I have learnt well”
There’s no saying “No” to her.Besides, the familiar throb returned to my man thing. I wasted no time running in, throwing my bag and putting on an extra underwear just in case my man thing shows up too much.
The bike did feel every bit the dead weight of 160 kilos that it was. I was even more amazed that mom rode it yesterday,being just as tall as I am. We wrestled it out the back garden which is quite spaceous and private ,thanks to the dense hedging tress blocking off neighbor’s view.
It was comical to see mom trying to be modest. She hitched the saree just a little and kept trying to swing her leg over.Each time the saree rode up too high or prevented her from straddling.Finally, She gave me a quick backward glance, then pulled up her saree all the way up to her crotch I guess. Standing behind her,I saw her saree creeping all the way up just a few inches below her butt crease.
With a little jump, she threw one bare leg over, no saree to impede her this time. She almost dropped the bike with that little stunt.I steadied it for her.
“ let go now Bata”
“what?” I was hesitant. She was still wriggling on the seat trying to steady her footing. About three toes in each feet were reaching the ground. I couldn’t help noticing the thin nylon saree around her in a little heap. It has dropped back down only a few inches below her private parts. But mom was all worked up and too excited to notice that.
She did hold the bike upright as I let go, just about. but she was leaning forward under the strain, looking like she’s trying to release a big loud gas from rear. Her butt cheeks were like two basket balls threatening to burst out of the obscenely thin designer nylon saree mom is wearing. I could see delicate contour of her rear beauty under the saree in the evening sun light. If she were wearing an underwear I could definitely have told the color of it. For a fleeting second, I just wanted to pull her saree up and see her nakedness, may be I could thrust my fingers underneath and finger her.
“hold me if I am falling bata”
The rest was a dream,
she began kicking the starter gently, her ample buttocks jiggling on the seat. After many gentle ones, she let out one wild frustrated kick .That started the bike. Mom’s “AAAhhhh,ahhh” also started as she threw the bike into gear and began inching forward fumbling at the controls.The more the bike threatened to drop or got struck on spot ,the more she moarned. She kept humping on the seat to keep her balance as the bike crawled forward. Her clutch control wasn’t great ,She was perched on the seat like a glamerous doll with both legs sticking out at all times.She inched along slowly , her tip toes growing more desperate every time the bike threatened to stall. Her body contorted to all odd postures on the seat in a bid to maintain her delicate balance on the big bike.
I held on to the rear of the bike and we managed three rounds .
I am not as strong as dad, we came quite close to dropping many times. My dick hardened like a steel rod every time mom groaned “aaah AAAAhh’ hold it bata” while rhythmically thrusting her hip on the seat of the wobbling motorbike,her bare legs flailing.Her saree was no better than a miniskirt. I could say theres nothing between the leather seat and her crotch except for her thick pubic hair.
I have been turned on seeing girls ride sybian, but nothing turned me on like this. I fought tooth and nail not to wet myself. Soon mom began riding the length of our back garden with her feet on the foot pedal. I was merely running behind with stiffness in my trouser sticking out.
“you see bata” she beamed with pride after pulling herself to a delicate stop on tip toes and twisting on seat to see me behind.As she did that ,her ass crack broadened under strain. I could no longer hold myself. Just as I was about to come, my cum stopped on its track with what my mom wanted next.
“Come bata ,I will take you for a ride!”
“Mom, you have just learnt to ride in our garden,and you could barely hold youself up without me running behind you” I think I just told the wrong answer.
Immediately I could see the ego in her eyes.”You didn’t touch me for the last 15 minutes, I ve been riding by myself.Dont be a chicken. Come right now, lets see if can take you for a ride.”
Her broad sexy buttocks flowing out on either side of the bike seat and giggling in tune with powerful vibrations of the bike invited me more strongly than her words.
She leaned a bit more forward and braced herself as I prepared to sit behind her. As soon as my feet left the ground ,she wobbled dangerously in all directions.”be gentle,will you Bata?”
“Ok Mom” This time I slowly slipped behind her,keeping my body close to her, holding her waist. My hard on was rubbing past her buttocks until it clicked in place sticking right into her wide open through the already stretched out saree between her butt crack.I thought I heard another little “aaah”.I settled with my groin hard pressed against her ass on the rider’s portion of the seat where was easy enough for both of us to reach down just in case she drops the bike. But ,sitting behind her ,I was at a height disadvantage ,my feet couldn’t reach down. Now I am completely at the mercy of her riding skills and her big toes of course.
“Bata?” She was trying to say something,but nothing came out.
“Nothing bata, sit tight…Aaaaah!”Her ass rammed my stiff groin gently as she released the clutch.She just couldn’t couldn’t steady herself to take off on a ride. The more she tried the more we dry humped each other. She tried to muffle her ‘aahs’ but they just kept coming in torrents. We were both joined at hips like Siamese twins now.
I wanted to become one with her body, but her massive butt was keeping me from fully blending with her. By now it was clear that we cant ride like this, But neither of us said so. mom simply pretended like trying to ride, and I took the opportunity to dry hump her from behind,
“ummmph…uuumph’’uuaaAAAh” she bit her lip to keep her groans not too obvious, she was bent forward over the petrol tank, I was literally in position to doggy hump her. Just them I moved by instinct.
“AAAAH BataaAAAAAAAh” Mom let out a loud pleasure mourn as I rammed my hard member right through her saree and made hard contact with her private parts.I did it on reflex.My mind was blank, devoid of any thought about consequences.Its just the pleasure at hand that mattered to the instinct, a chance to hump my mom.
“Bata No! don’t do that again” she hushed in a breathy voice turning to look back at me. Almost immediately she lost balance in the act. What followed was a torrent of uncontrolled wild thrusts at both out hips as we fought to bring the bike upright again. Our legs were pressed together tightly on either side as we fought together to keep us straddled upright. I was wearing shorts ,so there was plenty of skin to skin down there. We were both helplessly pinned together by circumstance and had to work together to get through unscathed.
I couldn’t stop humping mum even after steadying ourselves. She didn’t dare turn on the seat again but, just just let go of her primal pleasure mourns.
That near fall must have broken down mom’s last mental barrier I suppose, people loose inhibitions during odd tricky situations. My groin dug so deep into her butt crack on each thrust, that her buttock soon split wide wrapped around my waist. My erect member was still drilling deep between her legs.
Mom could no longer hold us both with her tip toes, we kept wobbling.Finally through her pleasure moarns ,she gasped ‘’AAAhh ,,bata,,, leg hurtsaaAAAh,,ok ok lets ‘’’get some thing to lean ooon”
I was afraid she would loose her mood and bounce back to her senses if I stopped now. Yet I got down , quickly fetched a couple of loose garden pavement stones and placed them under her feet .
As if to alleviate my apprehension, She gave me that look …..the kind of look a girlfriend would give when she beckons you to bed.
I knew she was still very much turned on.She also seemed to masturbate on the bike, the engine was running all along. I slipped down my trousers without her watching and then sat got on behind her. Mum must have felt the extra strong free range dick as I tried to resume my humping. Rubbing my dick on her nylon saree proved painful.
I decided to take it to trhe next level, immediately grasping and squeezing mom’s thighs, she let out another loud “AAAaaaaaaaaaH”. We are more comfortable now as our feets were securely planted on garden stoes though still on tip toes.Four tip toes were better than two.
Mom offered little resistance as my hands began to crawl up the thighs and explored under her saree. Only the mourns grew louder.”MMMMmmbate what are you doing..” It was a silly question just for the sake of it, we both knew what we were up to.
My hands explored every bit of her prohibited areas as the bike seat allowed ,finally I proceeded ti feel her most sexy ass, I keps caressing her smooth skinned buttocks, squeezed both butt cheeks driving her mad into more “AAAAHHH”. I spotted the butthole. It was relaxed and warm offering little resistance to my probing fingers. I have had enough porn and sex education at school to know the consequences of cumming into a pussy.Besides ,right now its not practical to reach her pussy. I only managed ot rub her clit to a good measure driving her into wild spasms.
Then ,I lifeted her saree from rear fully exposing her naked butt to my erect member that was threatening to burst.Mom bent forward at the hip resting her boobs over the petrol tank as I Slowly thrust myself into her ass hole,it was a delicate and at times painful advance with my swollen member proving too large for her ever contracting ass hole. Mom breathed in deep relaxing herself as she could feel my difficulties. Finally with most of me inside her, I Gave her that final powerful thrust.Just as my my dick fully jammed itself into mom, she began tightening her butthole around me in spasms, boy, what a pleasure it was, I have no words for what we both experienced next.
All I could say is, if next door neighbours were close enough to hear us, they would have thought that a newly wedded couple is having the most violent sex of their life out in back garden, like the filthy rich ones do.
Time flew, we’ve been stretched out on dad’s bike for almost thirty minutes since my anal penetration, I gave her three violent orgasms until my abdominals hurt and I couldn’t thrust anymore without wincing in pain. Mom was sore in her throat with high pitched pleasure mourns and womanly screams. Her love juice had soaked the seat wet and was running down between our legs.
Finally, mom have me a good rhythmic squeeze with her butt hole, which made me realize she’s no stranger to this kind of sexual adventure with dad. So, that’s why I had an easy time getting into her.
I let out a series of powerful squirts into mum’s butt hole , she squeezed out every little drop that remained in me, with her powerful rhythmic tightening of butt hole muscles.We both just sat on the bike for a little while, arms and legs intertwined, pressed together,whatever remained of our cloths soaked in sweat. A mutual relaxation settled over us. We hardly noticed that the dusk is turning into night, It started to rain,
“time to get inside bata” Mum smiled at me sexily.
“I am in already Ma, I love you I wishpered”
“”I love you too BaatttaaaAAAAH……” I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I began to thrust her again, My member just refused to loose its hardness that night for a long time.
Love ye all.Bye
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