Hello My Dear Readers...
Thank you for the positive response to the first two parts of the story.
If you have read my earlier works, you might know by now that I am not very good at finishing a story, and have kept a lot pending. However, that will not be the case here.
The following is the third and final episode in this Series, and most probably the last time you hear about the protagonists - Karthik & Kavita.
I have tried my best to conclude with a very rational climax, and an equally irrational tail-end, making up for the previous let downs. I hope you like it.
This is an immediate continuation, and I request you all to try reading the initial parts to have a better understanding of the plot.
Happy Reading!!
I was completely inside my mom, in a single thrust...
19 years later, I was back inside my mom!!
The process was so smooth, she had accomodated me so comfortably, I did not even realise that I had found myself a place in The Mother Fuckers Club.
A lot of it had to do with the fact that I was only as big as my dad, and also that he had been giving it to my mom on a regular basis - I assumed, and believed.
But, still, she was super wet... My mother was already dripping, and there was no way she could have ever denied it.
Because, that is how easily I entered her.
Because, that is how effortlessly I penetrated her.
To be honest, the lack of struggle actually bothered me.
"Was my mom horny for me?!" I asked myself, repeatedly.
It was her own son who was infiltrating her, but it was very much possible that she might have imagined, wished, or even considered, that her new partner was not her blood, but another man - Especially, a young lad who could do an older woman like her a lot of good.
After all, she was also a human being, and there were all the chances that she could have felt being turned on by her adult son's presence!!
I was taking her from the back, and as long as she never told me what exactly she was feeling, there was no way I could make out from her facial expressions, I did not have the view of.
"Did I really make my mother crave for sex?!" I wondered, one more time.
3 minutes went by, very slowly, and I had not even completed 10 full thrusts yet. I was shivering, and was taking it very slow, even as my mother continued to encourage me.
5 minutes into doing my mom, I was a lot more relaxed, and I knew I had found my groove. I was no expert, but I was certain I was doing it right.
My movements were a lot more stable now, and further confirming this was the fact that my mom had started letting out soft rhythmic moans.
It shook me, but a part of me always knew this was a very probable situation. It was a very organic & natural after-effect.
"Shoot it!! Shoot it, Karthik!! Shoot it inside me!! Fast!! Let's get over with this..." my mom said, trying to sound as composed as she could.
I was always convinced that I could never own a woman with just the size of my cock. I was only 7 inches long, and had nothing extra ordinary hidden underneath my trousers. Hence, I was certain I was only causing moderate stimulation.
I was happy to think that I was never going to dominate my mom, and she was sober enough to not stray, despite the taboo-filled act.
In-fact, I felt this great need to make myself understand that my mom still had the sense to push me into crossing the line as quickly as possible, and everything was only going according to plan.
Also, the urgency in her voice clearly outdid the scandalous questions her whimpers generated. There was nothing I had to worry about.
But, she managed to leave me baffled, with the immediate set of groans that followed.
"Ohhh... Yeahhh... Yess Babyyy... Yea... Yeahh... Yeahhhh... Babbyy... Ahhh... That is just how you do it..." my mom murmered, in an extremely vulnerable fashion.
At around 8 minutes of action, I had still not cum, but my mom appeared to have been doing all the work now.
She was moving her hips on her own, grinding my cock...
Well, hips surely don't lie, but I really hoped this was not a preview of far more sinister things to come.
"Yess... Yesss... Mmmmm... Baby... Fuckk!!" my mom squealed, exactly a minute later.
"Was this also normal?!" I had to admit I was having second thoughts about the whole arrangement, now.
By the time 10 minutes passed, after my first stab, my mom herself was slamming her ass against my body, as I drilled deeper into her pussy.
I had to do absolutely nothing to keep the session running, but I was also nowhere close to reaching an orgasm.
"Karthikkk!! Don't stand still. Do it harder!! Do it!!" my mom whined, suggesting to me that she had started to greatly enjoy it. She was so thrilled, it was impossible to not confirm the obvious detail.
Her enthusiasm even made me overlook the fact that her light brownish pussy was a little too pricky. It clearly indicated that she had shaved her pubes recently, and rubbed against my crotch, non-stop, tickling me, in the most carnal way possible.
How ever explicit the scenario was, there still was a degree of righteousness associated with the whole deed, I strongly wished to believe.
But, 15 minutes into the act, I ripped my mother's pink satin bikini type panties apart, in the most gruesome manner!!
I myself could not accept that I had dared to do that, but there was no denying I had formally fully uncovered my mom's lower body.
This was totally against the sequence of play, but paved the way for the inevitable, yet sudden, turn of events.
My mom forcefully turned her face, towards me, and had her mouth wide open - Looking more pleased than stunned.
That very moment, I also realised I could not trust that I had taken so long to unleash the man in me, further stressing how significantly I was being excited, during the sexual intercourse.
I was completely lost in the exploit, and I knew I was starting to have fun taking part in my mother's sinful defiling.
The new view of her firm ass seamlessly made me forget the whole virtuous intention of this still immoral setup.
With her butt pushed out, considerably, my mom's ass cheeks appeared to be spread wide, and I was blessed with the sight of her very tight ass-hole.
For a second, I seriously wished I was penterating her exposed back-door now.
I placed my hand on her rear, and even tried to part her cheeks further, reavealing a lot more of her teasing very clean anal cavity.
I felt so intoxicated, I almost slapped her shining bums.
I was so in love with her solid booty, I had not realised how badly we were sweating, until my mom indicated that she would like to remove her top.
"What?!!" I blurted, still nowhere close to being brought to my senses.
"Help me take my t-shirt off, Karthik!!" my mom said, hastily, eager to get back into feeling raunchy, without any delay.
