This is my introduction. To tell about my mom.she is very fair,saree wearing all the time without bra or panty(no habit),little bit uncaring about her...dress in home.her size is 36.she wears her saree below her belly button.all time it will be visible.totally she looks like hema malini. To start my story.i used to sleep beside my mom from my childhood till 9th class.whole thing what i am going to say happened in her sleep. From my 5th class,my likeness towards my mom started.i dont know anything. He put little pressure and that enormous thing smoothly glided deep inside my wet and slippery cunt. Now Mithu jee tightly clasped me and started doing something, that I could not guess that time, which started making that warm and enormous thing to move up and down inside my vagina. Its movement inside me started giving such fantastic massage to my tight vagina walls that is beyond words to explain. The amazing sensations that I was getting now was so pleasant, so divine that slowly I started. I didn't know what to do, whether to get out of the car, or whether to wait. 15 minutes later, I noticed my mom come out of the shop, with two men had I had not previously seen before. Both of them were big, tall, and scary. Both of them had ripped clothes, and long dirty hair. As they kept on walking, they passed through my car, I ducked, so they then they wouldn't noticed me. They didn't. They kept on walking, I was amused by just how dirty these men looked. However I was worried, very. I was a very tough boy, and the little kids used to run to me if someone was bullying them. No one every messed with me. I was the youngest in my family and I could kick my brothers butt. He was two years older then I was and for the most part very passive, everyone liked him. They were afraid of me, and respected me. I seldom fought, but most boys were afraid to mess with me. I was built and had the body of a weight lifter. I never lifted weights at that age. One day this new kid came into.