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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 35 Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Boy enjoys erotic rides with mom | ||
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My mom is a simple woman, not greatly educated,but street smart and knows how to enjoy life. Being her only child, I always enjoyed little ‘something’s in life with mom that sadly most guys only dream about. She was a typical housewife looking after her husband and only son, that’s me, spends most time in kitchen but also finds time to play cricket with us kids on the street just for fun. Dad was mostly out on business trips. Mom and I inevitably developed a very thick bond providing for each other just about every thing dad is too busy to provide. We were so close that we shared secrets we wouldn’t tell dad, some times naughty ones, like the day she broke our neighbor’s window playing cricket. But things took awkward turn as as I hit my teens. I began to appreciate her fully as a woman. I found myself physically attracted to her too. Mom was steeped in tradition. She always wore only the saree. I began to ‘notice’ things that seldom held my interests before. her ample butt pushing out from behind ,the way her butt cheeks bounced with her walk,the way her huge butt crack parted pulling in the saree into her butt crack while she bent to bat in our cricket matches, her big perky boobs threatening to jump out of the blouse as she dashed forward for a run, these things caught me off guard and forced me to have uninvited hard-on in public. Mom began to notice my little stares accompanied by slightly bulging trousers at times. Her response was cool , more bend downs showing her butt in my face at every opportunity and more exposure of her cleavage right in front of me, she never failed to glimpse down my crotch to see if she got the desired effect. I began to love-hate her now. I learnt from friends how to masturbate. My favorite fantasy involved banging my mom , preferably from the rear. We are close now and share many intimate things. But this was beyond sharing. I used to ride pillion with her on her moped. I used to sit in the front until I grew too big at the age of thirteen and She could no longer handle the vehicle while spreading her legs wide enough for me. Reluctantly I sat behind her, putting up with the torment of watching her broad sexy buttocks perched on the moped saddle, my trousers always swelled forward with my hard on sticking out as I fancied her sweet ass, mom occationally hits a pothole and my hard-on painfully jams into her ass crack for a full second. After a while she understood enough to quit asking me what it was. Mostly she was silent with our little accidents during ride. After a while of this, whenever roads got a bit deserted she started insisting on me to sit closer behind so that she could talk to me. We started talking sweet nothings or gossip into each other’s ears while conveniently ignoring my dick sticking up her ass crack and I dry humped her discreetly through her saree. I knew mom never wore panties, most rural women are not used to it. I have caught her naked upskirt at home more than once as she hitches up her saree a good bit and goes about climbing high furniture to clean the ceilings. Mom began wearing very thin nylon sarees for our rides and I could sort of feel her butt hole through her clothes, mom also began lifting her ass a little on the moped seat ,just enough for me to slip my bulging fly underneath for her to sit on. It was our mutual fun, our way of enjoying each other without breaking taboo or getting caught.It was always dry humping on the seat , both of us fully clothed( me not wearing undies some times just to give mom a better feel of my hard member. Only once I nearly brought mom to orgasm while riding. It was on a highway, we rode on a quiet stretch and I wasn’t wearing underwear, somehow my hard on slipped past the buttons in my fly and mom was sitting right over it, She must have felt like sitting on a banana , I was overcome , feeling her ass and crotch bouncing directly over my naked member as we rode on the highway. I grabbed her at the waist and began humping deliberately. Feeling my hard member pumping to and fro under her thin saree was too much for mom, she immediately slowed down to a stop at the side of the road, gasping and trembling ,trying to hold her pleasure mourns as I began to cum under her. It was followed by a quiet embarrassing moment, neither of us moved, an auto driver pulled aside from nowhere shouting at us for making the sudden move without indicators on the road. A few curious pedestrians came closer to inspect the scene. Mom gathered herself, a we quietly left the spot ,not moving much on the moped seat. Mom admonished me gently later as she threw our cloths into the washing machine. It was clear that I pushed the boundary too far that day, I almost got us into a lot of trouble in public. But mom just didn’t seem quite upset over it as I expected. I was confused if it was a quiet invitation to push the boundaries at a safer time. Only time will tell. I started attending additional tuitions for my weak subject, math. With exams nearing, the tuitions got into longer grinds extending well into late evenings. Mom gave me the rides for the tuition. The distance was a bit tiring to cover on my bicycle, and Dad’s TVS victor, a four stroke motorcycle proved a bit big for me ,besides I was too young for driving lisence.mom definitely had the advantage there. Besides with darker evening on our return from tuition, Mom and I continued to enjoy our moped seat humping.It was getting boring some nights, mom noticed I wasn’t as keen on humping her as before, We just spoke to keep each other company. My exams were nearing, I had trouble concentrating on my studies without my usual sexual outlet with mom on the moped. One holiday as I was studying in my room, I happened to look out the window into our drive way. It was a shock to see Mom perched on Dad’s Victor,learning to ride. It was a joke. Mom is just about 5 foot and wears nothing but saree with no panties.With her legs dangling down on either side of the bulky machine, she was just about able to reach down on her tip-toes, her saree hitched up exposing a good bit of flesh in her legs. It was like looking at a woman I did not know. She was a sitting duck initially, barely moving from the spot but wasting petrol with her high pitched throttles. As the week progressed, She began creeping forward a few yards at a time before the vehicle stalled or threatened to drop. Despite dad’s persistence, It was obvious that shes not going to learn much. The victor was physically too big for her to start with. Yet I wouldn’t forget the way her sexy round butt cheeks bounced over the wide rexin seat , her ass crack fully opened apart and straining over the sheer bulk of the motorbike wedged between her thighs, her saree hitched up so high exposing more of her legs than I see at home. Even dad couldn’t keep her eyes off her sexy ass during the lessons. Mom kept mourning ‘Aaaah ,AAah!!’ under strain whenever the bike proved too much to handle. That gave me the most painful hard-on as I was watching form the window. It sounded just like her mourns on the moped when I cummed on her the other day. I suspected more was going on under her saree than just sitting on that rexin bike seat. Dad looked like he had no clue what mom was up to. I wasn’t home when mum surprised dad by riding the length of our narrow drive way path by herself, so I refused to believe when dad told me so with pride in his eyes. Secretly my ego took a beat, as I haven’t learnt to handle dad’s bike yet. Mom seemed an unlikely candidate to beat me to it. Mom kept it a secret, never shared with me her latest feat. This added insult to my injured ego. I quit talking to her the next few days, side tracking from her concerned inquest into my odd behavior. I was simply irritable and tried to avoid her. Just a week before my exam, I felt sick ,riding quietly behind mom towards the last day of my tuition. I couldn’t concentrate on studies, its been two weeks since I dry humped mom.Some nights she tried to initiate it, but I sulked further behind on the seat in response. Mom left without a word having dropped me for the last time at the tuition centre before the finals. The grind seemed to go for ever.I felt like I was sitting through hell.The maths problems on the black board didn’t make senseno matter how I tried. It was nine pm. I was fuming,waiting for mom, she seemed to be taking her time collecting me tonight. I waved good bye to the last of my fellow students, and began staring at the long stretch of deserted street dimly lit by corporation lighting. All I could see at a distance was a bright headlight of a lone two wheeler, not mom’s moped with its faint lights. I stood around a while, watching the lone headlight approaching at an absurdly slow pace, like a bicycle. What kind of pussy fellow rides like that I mused, my ego still bruised by recent developments at home. As the vehicle approached closer, My heart jumped to my throat. It was indeed a pussry riding it, Its was my mom. She has obviously swapped her moped for Dad’s TVS victor for this trip. In the street lamp I could still make out her favourite blue floral patterened nylon saree. It was her thinnest saree. we frequently used it for our moped hump during god times. Mom came to a gentle stop ,balancing the heavy bike on her tip toes .I could see she was still not great at it, after a bit of fumbling with the gears,she brought the engine to neutral .Then she turned and gave me a naughty smile,some thing she hadn’t done in a while. She has worn the saree so tight around her that I could almost see her naked form underneath the semitransparent cloth, her full breasts were bouncing in front of her over the extra wide petrol tank,her saree just ran as a thin strip around her boobs barely covering anything ,By the way her nipple stood I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Even the metallic coloured petrol tank reflected parts of her boobs from below that I wouldn’t have seen otherwise . Her full round ass spread over the bike seat looked bigger than it was The saree ,stretched tightly over her ass ,did little to hide the cleavage of her butt cheeks or the gaping ass crack in between. Mom looked me in the eye and asked If I Like what I saw. I was about to show indifference, but to hell with my ego, I have never seen mom this horny and this juicy before, to hellwith my ego, I wanted to grab her juicy ass.I became acceptable for us to caress each other during rides in places where we wouldn’t touch each other at other times.The trick was to be discreet and act like it never happened afterwards.That way, the discomfort with taboo was less. But tonight, on this deserted street,after my two week long refrain from erotic fun,and strained relation with mom, I was hungry for the fun . It made me bold. Mom asked me if I liked what I saw.I quietly nodded. Then I reached out boldly and squeezed moms butt cheeks. Mom gasped with pleasure momentarily before masking her feelings. She said it was getting late,I was hesitant as it felt unreal. She has just learnt to ride, it’s a big bike and This is going to be the first time shes taking me pillion. I gently slid behind her on the seat ever mindful that her tip toes on the ground are just about keeping this bike steady. I knew the weight of dad’s bike the day I pulled it off centre stand by accident. I was both amazed at the effort mom has taken to ride this bike and was wickedly aroused watching mom’s pussy spread over a motorcycle. She had probably mounted by swinging her leg backwards, Her tightly wrapped saree was riding up close to her thighs. I could imagine mom’s bare pussy rubbing on the seat.Mom slowly moved off ,her feet still hanging on either side as the heavy bike gained momentum. My eyes were fixed on her ass which was bouncing and wriggling on the seat Riding together on the 150cc 160 kilo bike was different from the moped ride.The wide seat was more comfortable, the bounces were gentler, the momentum was powerful and ofcourse the powerful hum and vibration from the four stroke engine solemnly reminded us that no mater what our erotic fun tonight, we are riding a serious machine that needs to be respected at all costs. The bike also felt more secure and sure footed on the lonely road. Mom was arched forward her short chubby hands spread between the wide handle bars and her broad buttocks thrust backwards on the seat as she strained every muscle in her body to ride the bike. Mom slowly worked up the gears and we were cruising at snail’s pace on the lonely street. My hard on was like reinforced steel, It hurt inside my trousers. I inched closer to mom, she lifted her ass ever so slightly to accommodate my bulge.I began feeling her boobs, gently squeezing it,feeling its heaviness and softness on my hands,I could sense mom’s mounting sexual tension as she began to get fidgety over the controls. Soon ,I realized the advantage of having mom straddled on a bike.Then It dawned on me ,what must have been her true motive behind all this. I reached down grabbing both of mom’s thighs and she mourned. I dug under her saree to feel even deeper. Mom’s groans grew heavier and she could no longer handle the bike well. We limped to a stop right under a street lamp. As mom’s toes tremulously reached down for ground, my fingers continued to probe deeper under her thin nylon saree, I soon felt her naked butt cheeks and began caressing them as mom groaned. I felt her bulging butt hole and slid my finger two knuckles deep without much effort as mom gasped loud calling me sweet nothings. I gathered her saree and pulled it up clear. There right under he street lamp, for the first time, My eyes feasted on mom’s naked butt cheeks fully exposed without a clothing. I always imagined what mom’s ass was like, but looking at it, it was far more juicier than I imagined, dad was one lucky man as I was for the moment. Mom mourned all the while as I squeezed her naked cheeks. I pulled out my painfully erect member and slid it under her nakedness. Mom rubbed on me, I could feel her wet cunt massaging itself over my member. Soon a car passed by, and we gathered ourselves. Mom tried to get the bike going again as a late evening walker passed close by. It was comic to watch her shift gears and grind her ass over my erect member on the seat to find her balance and move off from the spot in her sexually aroused state. Luckily my cock was well jammed under mom whose naked ass was between my thighs,.all the passer by could have seen was a woman and her boy sitting too close together with her saree riding up unusually high and disappearing between the boy’s thighs. After much struggle ,we managed to ride off away from the spot.mom kept rubbing herself on my ever growing cock through out the ride, then just a couple of streets before home, we came to a stop in another secluded location. This time I bent mom over on the tank ,I jammed my member up her ass hole. It wasn’t as easy as sliding my finger earlier. But I forced myself in a good bit as mom cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, over the roaring engine. I fucked her hard to all my content, to all my fancy dreams, I gave her a violent orgasm before exploding my cum deep into her anal hole. All this straddled on dad’s motorcycle, in quiet corner on a public road with the engine still running, and with only our tippy toes reaching down to the ground. It took me quite a while to pull out from mom’s tight ass. She told me I had gone deeper than dad ever did. We rode home with yet another secret that we wont share with dad. |
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