Indian mom at motel part - 1

My name is nakul and I am 20 years old. I am a normal guy, nothing special. I study in college.
My mom, Savitri, is a typical Indian mom. She is a 47 years old thick woman with curves at all the right places. She has massive tits that rest on her slightly bulging belly. She has an enormous, wide ass that sways side to side as she walks. Her ass cheeks bounce with every step she takes. She has big, wide hips and thick, meaty thighs. She has fleshy arms and slightly plump shoulders. She has an oval face with a double chin and big eyes. She has a small, cute nose and full, thick lips. She has long, black hair that falls to her mid-back. She is fair-skinned, with smooth, unblemished skin. She is a traditional Indian woman, and she always wears sarees. She looks like a typical Indian auntie, with her whole body jiggling as she moves.
So, it started a couple of months ago. My mom and I were at our relative's house for a party and we decided to leave early. The drive back home was four to five hours. It was already evening, and the sun was beginning to set. We thought we could make it back home before it got too late, but we were wrong.

After driving for about two hours, my mom started complaining about being tired and needing to use the restroom. We were in the middle of nowhere, with just fields and trees on both sides of the road. I kept driving for another 30 minutes until I finally saw a small, rundown motel on the side of the road.

I pulled into the parking lot and turned to my mom. "Mom, do you want to stay here for the night? It's getting late, and I'm getting tired too."

M mom looked at the motel and then back at me. "I don't know, beta. It doesn't look very clean. But I really need to use the restroom."

She was squirming in her seat, her thick thighs rubbing together. Her big breasts were heaving up and down as she breathed heavily.

"Okay, let's just check if they have a room," I said, turning off the car.

We got out and walked towards the reception. The receptionist was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He gave us a key and said, "Only one room left. It's got one bed, but it's a big one."

My mom was too desperate to argue. She snatched the key from his hand and rushed towards the room. I grabbed our overnight bag and followed her, watching her massive ass cheeks bouncing with each step. Her wide hips swayed side to side, and her saree clung to her thick body.

As soon as we entered the room, my mom rushed to the bathroom, her big ass wobbling as she hurried across the room. I heard the door slam shut behind her. I looked around the small, dingy room. There was a double bed in the center, a small table with an old TV, and a window with dirty curtains. The walls were painted a faded yellow, and the carpet was stained and worn out. I sat on the bed and waited for my mom to come out.

After about ten minutes, the bathroom door opened, and my mom walked out, looking relieved. "Ahh, much better," she said, stretching her arms above her head. "I am going back in bathroom to change my clothes."

She went back inside the bathroom. I quickly changed into my shorts and t-shirt. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and my mom stepped out wearing a maxi- type nighty. It was made of thin fabric, and I could see the outline of her big, round tits. Her nipples poked through the fabric. Her wide ass stretched the material tight, and I could see her panty line clearly. Her thick thighs were exposed from below her knees, and her arms were bare. She had removed her saree and jewelry, leaving only her mangalsutra around her neck. It rested on her chest, between her massive breasts. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders.

Then she laid down on the bed and pulled the thin blanket over her body. I turned off the main light, leaving only the small bedside lamp on. I lay down next to her, leaving some space between us. The bed was not that big, and I could feel the heat radiating from her thick body.

"Good night, beta," she said, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Good night, Mom," I replied, closing my eyes.

I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I was too aware of my mom's body next to me. Her big, soft tits were rising and falling with each breath she took. Her thick, meaty thighs were pressed against each other. Her massive ass was facing me, and I could see the outline of her big, round ass cheeks through the thin blanket. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts.
Then I looked at her and she seemed to be fast asleep. I snuggle close to her. Her big, soft ass was now pressed against my crotch. I could feel the heat from her body. My cock was getting harder by the second. I slowly moved my hips, rubbing my hard cock against her ass crack. Her ass cheeks were soft and spongy, and my cock sank into the crack of her ass.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I continued to rub my cock against her ass, feeling the fabric of her nighty and her panties between us. My breathing was getting heavier, and I was afraid she might wake up. But she didn't move. She just let out a soft snore.

I got a little bolder. I slowly placed my hand on her hip. Her skin was warm and soft through the thin fabric of her nighty. I let my hand rest there for a moment, feeling her body heat. Then, ever so slowly, I began to move my hand upwards. I moved my hand over her wide hip and onto her waist. I could feel the curve of her body. Her nighty was thin, and I could feel every inch of her soft, plump flesh.

My cock was now fully hard and throbbing against her ass crack. I continued to grind against her slowly, trying not to wake her up. My hand moved higher, onto her ribcage. I could feel her breathing. Her big tits were heaving up and down, and I was getting closer and closer to them.

I moved my hand over her belly. It was soft and slightly bulging. I could feel her navel through the fabric. I moved my hand higher and higher, until I finally reached her massive tit. It was big and round and soft. I cupped it in my hand, feeling its weight. It was heavy and spongy, and I could feel her nipple poking through the fabric.

I gently squeezed her tit, feeling the soft flesh mold under my fingers. My cock twitched against her ass. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so soft and big in my life. I squeezed again, a little harder this time. Her nipple was hard, and it poked into my palm.

Suddenly, my mom stirred. She let out a soft moan and shifted her body. I froze. My hand was still on her tit, and my cock was pressed against her ass crack. My heart was pounding in my chest. I waited for her to say something, to push me away, to scream at me. But she didn't. She just let out another soft snore and settled back into her position.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She was still asleep. I slowly removed my hand from her tit and placed it back on her hip. I continued to grind against her ass, but I was more careful now. I didn't want to wake her up.

After some time i snuggle even closer to her. My face was near the back of her neck, and I could smell her sweet, musky scent. My lips brushed against her bare skin, and I felt a shiver run through my body. I let my lips linger there, kissing her neck softly. My hand moved back up to her tit, and I cupped it again. I gently kneaded the soft flesh, feeling her hard nipple under my palm. I kissed her neck again. But now, i wanted to kiss her properly. I wanted to feel her lips against mine.

I slowly pulled away from her and turned her around so she was lying on her back. She stirred again but didn't wake up. I looked at her beautiful, sleeping face. Her lips were parted slightly, and her breathing was slow and steady. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers.

Her lips were soft and full. I kissed her gently at first, tasting her lip balm. Then I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond at first, but then she started to kiss me back. Her tongue met mine, and they danced together in a slow, wet rhythm. I was shocked. I thought she was asleep, but she was kissing me back.

I pulled away from her, gasping for air. I looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed. Was she sleep-kissing me? Or was she awake and just pretending to be asleep?
The feeling of her heavy tongue wrestling with mine was electric, but as the seconds ticked by, that cold splash of reality hit me hard. I looked at her face—my mom's face—even as my hands were squeezing her massive, soft tits. The guilt was like a punch in the gut. This was Savitri. This was the woman who raised me. I shouldn't be doing this. It was disgusting. It was wrong.

But my cock had a mind of its own. It was rock hard, throbbing painfully against the fabric of my shorts, nestled right between the warmth of her pubic mound. I couldn't bring myself to pull her panties aside and stick my dick inside her. No, that was a line I couldn't cross. If I fucked her, if I actually penetrated my own mother, I'd never forgive myself. The shame would eat me alive.

Instead, I just wanted to feel the friction. I needed to cum, but I needed to do it without crossing that final boundary.

I pressed my body harder against her, trapping her soft, thick form beneath me. My mouth was locked onto hers, my tongue exploring the wet heat of her mouth, tasting her saliva. It was a filthy, sloppy kiss. I could feel her breath hitching in her throat, her big chest heaving against mine. Her nipples were like pebbles digging into my chest, even through our clothes.

I started to move my hips. It was a slow, deliberate grind. I thrust my pelvis forward, rubbing my clothed erection against her panty-covered pussy. The friction was incredible. Her body was so soft, giving way under my weight. Her thick thighs parted instinctively, allowing me to press deeper into her crotch. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, right through the thin cotton of her nighty.

Every time I pushed forward, a wave of arousal washed over me, making me dizzy with desire. But mixed in with that pleasure was a sickening feeling of disgust. I was dry humping my mother. I was grinding my cock on her pussy like a dog in heat. What kind of son does this? The thoughts raced through my head—*she's your mother, look at her tits, stop it, don't stop, feel that ass, you're perverted.*

I kept kissing her to stifle the noises, both hers and mine. My tongue swirled around hers, dominating her mouth while my hips picked up the rhythm. I was dry humping her in earnest now, grinding my dick hard against her clit. The bed springs were squeaking softly, a rhythmic creaking that matched the slap of my skin against hers.

Her body reacted instinctively. Her ass bucked up slightly to meet my thrusts, and soft whimpers escaped her throat into my mouth. Her massive tits were squashed against my chest, wobbling with every movement I made. I reached down with one hand and grabbed a handful of her wide ass, squeezing the fleshy cheek hard, using it as leverage to grind deeper.

It went on for what felt like an eternity. I was trapped in a cycle of lust and loathing. I’d grind against her soft, yielding pussy, feeling the pressure build in my balls, then the guilt would make me hesitate, slowing me down. But then the feeling of her thick body under me, the smell of her skin, the taste of her mouth—it would drag me back in.

I was sweating now, my breath ragged. My cock was aching, trapped in my shorts, rubbing relentlessly against the damp fabric of her panties. I could feel a wet spot forming where her pussy was leaking, making the slide slicker. The filth of it turned me on even more—humping my mom in a cheap motel room, her tongue in my mouth, her big ass in my hand.

Finally, after over an hour of this torture, the pressure became too much. I couldn't stop it. I grunted into her mouth, my hips jerking spastically as I ground my cock as hard as I could against her soft mound. I came in my shorts, spurting thick ropes of cum into my underwear, soaking the fabric. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and shaming, my whole body tensing up against hers.

I collapsed on top of her, slowly took my tongue out of her mouth, panting heavily. My face was buried in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent mixed with the smell of sex. My heart was hammering against my ribs. The guilt rushed back in immediately, heavy and suffocating. I had just used my mother's body to get off. I felt dirty, but at the same time, I had never felt so satisfied.

I know that mom was awake the whole time and felt everything, but neither of us said a word. She keep sleeping position as is.

In the morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower running. My mom was already up. I sat up in bed, feeling the dried cum in my shorts making me uncomfortable. I felt a wave of shame wash over me. What had I done last night?

A few minutes later, my mom came out of the bathroom. She was dressed in her saree again, looking fresh and proper. She didn't look at me. She just busied herself with packing our bags. I watched her, my eyes drawn to her wide hips and her massive ass as she moved around the room. I couldn't believe I had been grinding my cock against her just a few hours ago.

"Ready to go, beta?" she asked, her voice normal.

"Yes, Mom," I replied, my voice cracking slightly.

We walked out to the car. The drive home was quiet. Neither of us spoke about what happened. We both just pretended that nothing had happened. But I knew that everything had changed. I couldn't look at my mom without remembering the feel of her soft body against mine, the taste of her saliva, and the way her big ass felt in my hand. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back.