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This is an Incest story between Mother and her Son.
It is a long story, in a taboo subject. This Chapter might be better if read After Chapter 1 - yin yang and Chapter 2 - rodeo
Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian text written in Sanskrit and is not just a sex-guide as it is projected out by many, although sexuality is at its core. The positions associated with Kama Sutra are playful take by the philosopher Vatsyayana who many centuries earlier addressed sexuality as a tool for a better life, better relationships, and emotional fulfillment of society.
I can't claim to be an expert on Kama Sutra, or even close to knowing enough about it and I have taken liberties for the sake of the plot.
Enjoy...
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Seduction
Later that night, at the dinner table, Mom imagined it would be the best time to discuss what had happened earlier during the day.
On the drive home, we both were awfully quiet, lost in our own thoughts. I, for one, was giddy.
I was obviously bustling with euphoric energy and excitement, trying desperately hard to hide my exuberance.
Playing with her food on the plate, Mom said, "Adam, can we discuss what happened earlier today." It was more of a statement than a question. As if she had made up her mind what to say.
My answer was rather muted, "sure."
"You are aware what happened earlier was an exception and cannot be considered, by any measure, a standard around here." Again a statement, not a question.
My reply was again straight, "yes, Mom."
"Things did go overboard, but we must ensure this is restricted to the shoot, and then we return to our normal lives." Mom's statement was -- a matter of fact -- but it carried the underlying confirmation, that for the rest of the shoot, we were going ahead with some relaxations.
If I could, I would have been more vocal, but I surmised myself with a silent sigh of relief.
I nodded.
Having said her piece, there was a lot of what she meant but did not say. Yet, I understood almost all of it.
She changed the subject to something more mundane, and slowly we veered back to the shoot and talking about the next day's positions.
Like in the past couple of days, the discussion about the sexual positions for the shooting and their pros-and-cons were par-for-the-course. There was no embarrassment around discussing the positions; it was work.
Later that night, I joined her in her bedroom just as she walked out of her en-suite bathroom in a small negligee. She wasn't surprised to see me, and that meant I was right -- we could go ahead with our supposed practice sessions.
What had started with some harmless hugging and cuddling, in order to practice getting comfortable with each other's bodies, had, with time, gotten hotter and steamier.
Over the past ten-odd days that I had been sleeping in Mom's bed, we had graduated from cuddling and spooning to kissing and then making out. Barring the first night, Mom had worn the bodysuits she had purchased that stuck to her like a second skin. I had made the most of the opportunities that the bodysuits offered. Their extremely-thin and very smooth fabric only added to the experience.
Things had changed over the last two days, especially today. The negligee that Mom wore was apparently a sign of things going to the next level, or probably resigning to the pointlessness of a buffer. After all, we had seen each other naked. Well, more than that, we had played with each other naked. Her negligee reached her upper thighs. It was one with a blue silky fabric and white linings on the edges. Two very-thin straps on her shoulders, holding it up.
It was my turn to change the tone of what would follow. I reached the side of the bed and pulled my t-Shirt off. Around the same time, Mom reached her side of the bed; brought her hand up slowly, and dragged the negligee straps off her shoulders one at a time. I pulled my boxers off, trying not to rush things.
With just one move, our relationship had traveled so far ahead as if Moon was a walkable distance from earth. She voluntarily stripped to get in the bed with me. This was portentous.
Mom kept her panties on and climbed the bed, momentarily turning her back towards me, before getting under the thin covers. I was already halfway in the middle of the bed. My right hand stretched next to her pillow before she laid back, to ensure that she was on my arm as she slowly rolled back.
As soon as she was straight on her back, I rolled my arm inwards and got her to turn into my chest within seconds. My left hand went behind her back to pull her further in, and my leg climbed outside her thigh to shove my hard dick into her panty-covered pussy mound.
If the previous few nights were any sign of how things were going to go, then she would let me play with her body all night long. I managed to do that and much more.
When we woke up the next morning, her breast was firmly within my mouth as I sucked her calmly and luxuriously. Her hand in my hair, rolling her approval and confirmed her love for me.
During the night, I had slipped lower and had made the most of the opportunity to sleep in her bare chest, warm, supple, perfumed, and divine.
Both of us made no rushed effort to disentangle, even as we slowly woke up to the realization of our entwined embrace. I was half on top of Mom, going after her right nipple. My hand way below on her back, cupping her panty covered bun, holding her closer.
Her left hand, which tousled my hair, was coming from under my neck, and her other hand was loosely parked on my shoulder.
Without having sex, we had achieved a level of intimacy that was beyond erotic.
