By now mom must have come to her senses as she madly tried to keep the saree on. Desi indian I used my legs to part her legs by pushing them outward and set myself comfortibly between her legs. So I just pulled the blouse holding the inside of the blouse. I had achieved what I wanted. My mother saritha changed her dress to yellow transparent saree and went to kitchen to take milk. My birth place and a forbidden part for a son to see. I then held there, for a while enjoying my sexual union with my mother. From that night she was the lady of my dreams, she was my heroine. I told her “Because I am the man of the house and want you to keep happy by all the means!” struggling to hold on to her.
