She closed her eyes and muttered dreamily: “Chod do mujhe.”
There was about a split second of silence. My entire life flashed right before my eyes. This was akin to death for me. Or rather, a rebirth. I was about to penetrate the woman I had idolized all my life. I had loved her, respected her, and most of all: lusted after every inch of her body. I am no Oedipus, I had wanted to do her ever since I had known what sex was! And the time had come. Time for me to be born again. As she spread her legs with her back against the wall, her eyes remained closed. I pulled her lower back toward me, and slowly made a push against her pussy. Her entire body shook as she kept her eyes closed tight! The head of cock was now inside the first pussy I had ever seen! She moaned with pleasure. With that she let herself slide down my body and the next moment my penis was enveloped in something soft and warm. I didn't need to be told what it was; I was penetrating Mom's vagina. A soft, relieving moan came out of her mouth as I buried my cock inside her pussy.
Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. Her eyes were still closed, but she screamed: “Chod daal mujhe!!!”
And I obliged! Letting go of my emotion, I realized how sexual this moment was. I was fucking my own mom standing up. The animal in me took over, as I began to thrust my cock as further inside her passageway to heaven as I could. The sounds of “thump, thump, thump, thump” were now dominant in the bathroom, drowning the sounds of the running water.
“Ahhhhhh…” I let out a huge grunt. My abdomen was crashing real hard against her cunt.
“Madarchod! Aram se!” she screamed.
I was half shocked to hear these kinds of words from the mouth of my saintly mom and half aroused. More aroused than shocked I should say. “Mom…I love you.” I grunted.
“I love you too beta. Phar dal meri pudee.” Her face was very close to mine and she kissed me softly and said, "That's what you needed, wasn't it?"
Since I'd been suffering an erectile penis for most of the day I could truthfully groan, "Oh my God, yes."
Sweat was now rolling down the sides of both of our foreheads. I wanted to hold my cum in as long as possible. I had no concerns about her getting pregnant. She was probably menopausal, and honestly, I just didn’t care. She knew what to do with her body and was way more experienced than I was. I was sure she knew how to handle herself.
My one hand was on her shoulder to support her and the other was on her breasts. Her pussy might have been wide but standing up, she had a tight grip around my cock. It felt like someone was squeezing it with a fist.
‘Thump, thump, thump…” We kept fucking without any further discussion, but with endless arrays of her profanity laden lust sounds.
“Hai maar dala! Meri pudee….”