Can time heal all the wounds?

Life has been stagnant since that fateful day in 2018 for Swati. She returns home from work. A teacher at a nearby all-girls school, her work is the primary source of her entertainment.

Widowed back in 2018, Swati and her son, Pratyush, had a tough time making peace with this fact. But as time passed, some wounds started to heal. Pratyush grew older and farther away from his widowed mother. She surrendered herself to her work.

As a teacher at an all-girls institution, she was well respected and satisfied. Well, that may not be the complete truth. She was a loyal wife when her husband was alive, and why wouldn’t she be? They had a stable life, a son, and a healthy relationship with intimacy.

But with a loss of such magnitude, some wounds will never fill, and pleasure was one such thing for Swati. A lot has changed in her behaviour towards her son and her students. A very jovial mother had now turned irritable, and it had to be released somewhere.

Pratyush had to move on to his new life, a young adult’s life. To find a new footing for himself, he moved out of the town. He settled in a city with his job. He would often hop back home whenever vacations rolled around to stay with his mother.

However, this particular time, it had been a long time. Pratyush was working very hard. He had climbed the corporate ladder while undergoing a physical transformation simultaneously. He was leaner and looked far more mature. Some might say he had started to take on his father’s features.

Swati opened the door. She hugged her son immediately after seeing him, giving him a warm, tearful hug. This poor woman was all alone, without her son nearby. The day passed by as Swati didn’t leave her son even for a minute and kept on talking to him endlessly.

But as the night rolled around, there was a certain silence in the house. Swati looked at her son. Now, all the excitement of meeting him had started to extinguish. She noticed those changes. Her son looked different yet familiar; at the same time, it felt different.

It had been so many years since Swati felt something of this kind. Her son stepped out of the bathroom, just a robe around his waist. He walked towards his room, his mother never leaving him out of her sight. It was time for bed, and Swati invited Pratyush to give her company for the night and sleep next to her.

Pratyush was never the kind of guy who lusted over his mother. So, when she showed up in her pink nightie with a deep cut in the centre, he was indifferent. But not for long.

Swati lay next to her son. Her tits, big and curvaceous, sagged down and squeezed against each other. Pratyush was shaken. Both mother and son had taken off their glasses. As they slept, Swati’s hand fell on her son’s chest. A dreamy Swati woke up drowsy and saw her son’s face.

In the intoxication of that feeling she felt before, her body compelled her to get closer. That is what she did, but this time, her hands made their way to his pants. Out of muscle memory, she entered the pant and kept her hand over her son’s dormant cock.

Pratyush felt a sudden tingle across his body, and that shock woke him up. To his surprise, his mother had crossed a line, and he began to get excited. A growing cock and goosebumps across the body were soon going to escalate as the hardening cock was grabbed by Swati mid-sleep.

Trying to come closer to her son, who was now completely out of control. Pratyush pulled Swati and kissed her. Such sudden movement woke Swati up.

“What are you doing, Pratyush?!” She exclaimed

And looking down at her holding that big cock, she pulled her hand back
“What!”

Puzzled, Swati was in shock, but he was in no mood to stop. He pulled her closer and started to lay kisses on her face. Swati resists and resists until she gives in. Her son’s arms are all over her head, pulling her closer and kissing her. Now, with his tongue licking those lips that have not been touched in so long.

But then Swati puts her hand inside his pants and pulls out her son’s cock. It is big, slightly bigger than her husband’s, and she starts jerking it off. Through all this, Pratyush is in 6th heaven. He can’t believe what is happening. His hands also start to squeeze all those curvy assets on his mother’s frame.

His hands maul and grope those saggy tits over her nightie and pull the neck apart to tear it from the middle to expose them. He doesn’t waste a second to start biting those nipples. His mother has now started to pull him towards her burning chest, all while moaning.

The son grabs his mother’s tits and squeezes them. After that, he starts to wander lower and lower, now playing with ass cheeks. He cuts both of them with his hands and lifts his mother to make her sit on top of him. Facing her son with her tits out, all while his hands are on her asscheeks.

Swati gets wet, so wet that her nightie has a wet spot which Pratyush lifts and puts his finger inside. A wet and smooth pussy that is hairy on the outside. When he pulls out, he sees his finger dripping with all the juices that Swati has had for all these years.

Pratyush’s POV:

Aah, her moans fill the room as you prepare to fuck her. Your hands, now liberated, start to spank and pinch your mother’s tits and ass. You lay her down and place your cock at her pussy gates. Those tight pussy lips welcome you as your thick long cock makes way.

As you enter, your mother starts shedding her liquid all over the place. She is squirming and squirting all over the place as you start to slowly fuck her. You bend down and start biting her lips and kissing her wildly while her long nails scratch your back.

With every thrust of your cock, it feels like she grips you harder. Every time you try to ram your cock in deep, she gets an orgasm. Her tight pussy feels like a virgin hole, and now the beast is unleashed. She takes command after a while and demands to ride your cock.

She sits up straight and starts to grind on your dick, then jump on it. It appears that she has found a new life, and she doesn’t wish to give it up anytime soon. Beads of sweat form all over your body, and the room gets warm and sultry. The smell across the room is that of sex.

The act of incest goes on for another hour. Swati demands to fuck her harder. You comply and start fucking her as if she is a street slut, pushing your cock deep, slapping her, spanking her and mauling her every inch. Soon you start cumming.

Swati, like the slut she is, slams herself close. She pushes your cock deeper and deeper, taking every bit of that seed in her pussy. Both of you fall exhausted. When you wake up in the morning, your mother is sleeping right next to you, your limp cock still inside her and cum dripping out.

Both your bodies are full of red bruises as you try to pull your cock out. But your sleeping mother doesn’t let you move. She wants more.

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