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This is an Incest story between Mother and her Son.
It is a long story about a taboo subject. This Chapter might be better if it is read after Chapter 1 - yin yang, Chapter 2 - rodeo, and Chapter 3 - seduction, Chapter 4 - river.
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 sexual-positions associated with Kama Sutra are a 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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Our love-making remained loosely camouflaged under the pretense of either acting for the camera or practise for a trickier position that required preparation. We both side-stepped enough to ensure a cloak of decency remained, even while too much water had passed under the bridge.
We spent the entire day at home, dangerously close to each other. I say dangerous because there was so much sexual, electric current amongst us, that an entire town could light up.
We might have resolved to stay off sex momentarily for a day, but we forgot to inform our genitals to hang on until the photo-shoot the next afternoon.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I think it was the wee hours of the morning that my dick magnetically found the North Pole. We were already snuggling and found it hard to remove from each other's clutches, my grip on her harder than hers was on me. Our mutual body heat already had us warm, and that Mom was nuzzling in my neck only helped. My hands behind her back were pulling her into me even as we slept soundly.
My dick was a combination of morning-wood and horny due to the proximity of a hot-bod and incidentally perfectly placed around Mom's quim as it remembered to stand up in attention. Mom and I were in a frontal embrace.
As my dick grew in size, it nudged Mom's pussy mound. Either irritated by the nudging or, as I'd like to believe for slightly more amorous reasons, Mom lifted her leg and climbed it all the way over my hip on the outside. The move allowed Mom's bum to move back just an inch and opened her pussy all the way. Then as she closed in towards me, her pussy lips nestled around my dick.
Both Mom and I were still asleep, and that's why this involuntary act made such a beautiful confluence. It was as if our bodies were talking themselves into motion.
Mom's open nether region allowed my dick to nestle lower and find her entrance.
The rest was a slow-motion dream state. Second, after second, my dick slipped lower, and when the crown of my cock was on her pussy lips, it started entering her inch after by inch. Once it was in, there was no effort from my end to shove, jerk, or buck.
That came later.
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The fact that I had made love to Mom in bed earlier in the morning, without any disguise or a ruse of practice, sat deep in my conscience. I guess it did with Mom as well.
We had spent a whole day in foreplay yesterday, and it had found a climax of its own in the morning.
Mom greeted me in the morning, in bed, as I woke up, "good morning, Adam." She had already showered and ready before I even woke up.
I looked into her eyes to find some hint of her mood. "morning, Mom." Unlike what I'd have expected, she did not come down and kiss me on the lips. Not finding any signs of distress either, I asked her, "you are ready early, Mom," adding after a second, "are you going somewhere?"
"yes, I have a meeting early today. I will see you at the store if you are coming?"
"uhh...yes, Mom. I'll come around twelve, and then we can have lunch and head for the studio?" I responded and asked her.
"yes, sure." Mom replied.
I moved out of the bed, still naked. I pulled up my boxers from the side of the bed and reached around towards her as she shuffled about, getting ready to take off.
I asked her, "how about breakfast?"
"I'll pick a sandwich at the store. I hope you can manage?" Mom responded.
By now, from her tone and responses, I understood that she was trying to regroup herself after our morning' long lovemaking session, and some alone time would help her clear her mind.
"I'll make something for myself. I'll meet you at the store later." I stepped closer to her and hugged her lightly as she left off.
After she was gone, I wondered how what we did that morning was any different than what we had already been doing for the last week. The answer lay gaping open. We made love without any excuse, any reason, and not in any predetermined sex-positions. We were instinctive, we were passionate, and it was consensual.
Deep down, I knew our lives had changed. I was only worried, hoping that Mom doesn't flip and turn around.
We will know soon.
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In the afternoon, I reached the store late intentionally to give her time. I called her from the car before reaching the store to let her know I was late.
"Hi, Mom. I lost track of time and started late." I apologized over the car audio.
"no problem. We have time." Mom replied.
"If you are fine, you can come out front, and I will pick you up. We could head straight there instead of me coming in?"
"That sounds good." Mom replied, "how long would you take to reach here?" she asked.
"About twenty minutes," I replied.
"okay. I will see you in front of The Shops in twenty." Mom responded.
Something in her voice told me she was good and I'd suspect cheery.
