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Still more important, my greedy pussy was glued to his lovely mouth. I was feeding him again, this time our mixed juices, but mostly mine as his had largely oozed out of me as I was on top.

I could decipher his unconditional love exuded from his mind and body. Love never lies, even behind the veneer of white lies, there lies bottomless goodwill. In those sedated moments, it dawned on me that love never dies, and when one dies love is unfettered from the deluding grossness. Only one has to be true to one's feelings in the name of love. Jocasta flunked because she dreaded the force of love. Oedipus tasted the truth that lies low in every mortal form in human form. But then there is society and it s prudish pretentions. Society did not come through when I was alone and tied to deprecating privations. Sign posts are an integral part of social engineering. This moment marks the happy denouement of my lonely life and there is no tomorrow to frown at me menacingly. We strain for nothing when brain takes over, we ease into a lovely strain when love takes over. Happiness has to be the way and not the end.

'You are spoiling me and even my business,' I happily observed.

"Here real big pussiness is involved, business can wait because your pussy will be busy hereafter,' he said with a glee.

Now that we have each other, I realized that physical love is the crowning moment of a standing mutuality. I guess I have regained the music of life, riding the magic carpet of love. No I realize with a sad satisfaction that life is not success alone. The meaning of life lies in yielding, sharing and sacrificing. I cannot deny my body to my beloved and I cannot deny my body what it needs, I cannot deny my soul what it needs.

Thus our life into an eternity began, finding solace and happiness in each other. Still I will let him service Maria, when I am on my periods. But he loves to make love to me even when I am on my period. It is enticing and exciting to me. He even wants to make oral love to me during the monthly ooze also. May be we will try it one day. In love there are no taboos. In love there are no contradictions.

I looked forward to a long time of present moments pleasantly basking in the sun of my son. When all is said and done, these sadly happy memories will remain.

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junamjunamalmost 4 years ago

Thank you for this story. As always, your style of writing creates wonderful images in the reader’s mind. The struggles of a young single mother, her own yearning for love, the realisation of Maria’s seduction of her son were well described. By rationalising her desire for her son, Maria’s decision to mate with Allen is made straight forward, and how erotic is it!

alo0ozalo0ozabout 4 years ago
did not like him having sex with maria, before or after

if he was so much enamored with his mother he would not have had sex with maria.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 4 years ago
A loving mother will be reluctant

Thank you for sharing your efforts and your story. It is a nice dizzy thought; the love between mother and son. The divinity of her body is essential and at the core of our beliefs. Whether it is Malankara or Jacobite, she lies at the altar and awaits her brood, to come back, be grateful and to worship this holy being. Being grateful for life and the earthly pleasures is a son's duty.

Drinking from the fount of life is a joy and more so for a son. However, the quick shift to the act takes away much of the adventure of discovery. They are both there to give each other joy and it can be long-lasting.

Imagine the humid climes of Kerala and the sweaty crevices and orifices waiting to be discovered. There is no need for coconut oil. We can leave it for the dishes. Her essential oils are irreplaceable. They are the spice that make the son's life a joy

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
Syrian Christians....

To those who dont know, the syrian christian community is a fairly large community in kerala , a malayalam language dpeaking state. Their density is large in the city of cochin. Google it if you will.

Source : I am from a neighbouring state & have friends from this community

57j257j2about 10 years ago
Wonderful!

Very literate and extremely erotic story. One of the best!

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