Sushma maasi- the ending legacy

It is  a story about how I got lucky in mating with my mother. Her name is Sushma and she is 52 years of age with an ample bosom and a meaty midriff topped by buxom derriere. She stays at home all day and takes care of all our needs. My father , Vijay, is a work alcoholic doctor who stays away from home , most of the time. So, at home , mostly , it’s me, my sexy mother and my teen sister  Munisha.

I really don’t know where to start. Should I tell you about the voluptuous breasts of my mother which she hid behind the wonderfully fragrant nursing white bra, that I smelt in the bathroom after her bath when she left them hidden behind the salwaar hung on the back side of the bathroom door. No words can describe the enormous amount of libido that I experienced when I watched my mother, going to and fro, for household chores, and her breasts moved right in front of my eyes, round and rotund, jiggling and shaking , right in front my leering eyes and dripping tongue, while my manhood awakened and convulsed like a snake in my pajama. Not that she walked around naked  at home but even in her well covered body , she had the horniness that cannot be described. It can only be known by watching those twin treasures breathing life in front of you. But they make me mad. There is nothing more intoxicating than those two globes of flesh which need hours of fondling , sucking and kissing. My mother Sushma wore proper  North Indian dress, salwaar kameez and took proper dupatta covering her head and all. She was a deeply religious lady and dressed properly with bras and adequate lining in her suits which could not let even a glimpse of her bouncing bubbas and  makhani  body. But even with these tightly bound clothes, she sex still oozed out of her body. It appeared that even if she were all covered and clad in burqa , she would still induce me to madness of lust and incest.

Or should I tell you about my mother’s pussy. The divine yoni from which I came out into this world. If there is anything to be worshipped in the three worlds, it in one’s mother’s Yoni. Yoni is perhaps the right word not pussy. In Hinduism , there are believed to be 84 lakh yonis in the world and by crossing these 84 lakh births, as in being born from those 84 lakh yonis, you come back into this world as a human. So, it is only in this life that you can attain Moksha. Remember, that can only be found by worshipping one’s mother’s pussy. It is written in sambhog purana that a son who worships’s his mother’s or mother’s sister’s yoni with incense and lamp of butter on the left and mustard on the right on the full moon day of vaishakha lunar month of the Hindu calender, and puts on it, the ointment of rare herbal mixture called madrekazaa, the preparation of which has been detailed in charaka samhita, only he who shall convince and persuade his mother for this worship shall be the one meant for the rare ritual called matashingaar. The auspicious matashingaar moment happens when the conjunction of kritika , revati and khuch nakshatra takes place, on the ashtami of the waxing moon. This should happen simultaneously in the janam kundli of both mother and son. By calculating the gunas of both mother and son, as we do when we match horoscopes for marriage, the right moment of matashingaar can be found out. It varies from one to 6 years. Any son, who worships the yoni on matashingaar , becomes eligible for salvation or swargaloka. It is said , that such a son will reunite as man and wife with his mother in heaven and enjoy the fruits of his mother. Only, he must worship his mother’s son , with his hands .

I again forgot, I was telling you about my mother. Often , it happened, I took bath once she had taken hers. As luck would have it, I found the lustily stinking panties of my mother hung behind her suits. There were bras , of course with it. I removed my clothes and put the panties on my head, wrapped them around my nose while pressed my boobs over the white bra  that I wore on my hairy chest. I sniffed her pissy polka dotted panties like a junkie sniffs the cocaine, down from far away to the base of my stomach. My cock rose with each breath I inhaled of that maddening stench.