12-03-2019, 02:37 PM
A part of her mind yelled at her ‘Namrata, tu pagal to nahin ho gai! Kya karne ja rahi hai tu! Woh tera apna beta hai!!’ But she was too aroused and the lust that had been unsatisfied for six years now manifested itself with a ferocious intensity and made her ignore the voice of her conscience.
As she walked towards Neeraj’s room she had many apprehensions. Will Neeraj find her attractive? Will he agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However she simply didn’t care. She was just mad with desire.
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Neeraj had latched the door now. She knocked at it lightly. After 2-3 knocks, the door opened. The room was dark but in the faint moonlight she could see Neeraj peering out at her puzzled and wondering why she had now come back. She entered the room and switched on the night bulb and then closed the door behind her.
Neeraj meanwhile felt sure that she was now going to reproach him and tell him how ashamed she was of him. With his head lowered he just stood there waiting for her to begin. But what he heard surprised him.
‘Neeraj, mein tujhe dantane nahin aai hoon. Mein darasal yahaan sona chahti hoon. Tere papa wahaan itni aawaz kar rahe hain ki mujhe neend hi nahin aa rahi.’ Saying this Namrata laid herself on the bed. ‘Chal tu bhi aa ja.’ Neeraj looked at her confused and obeying her he got into the bed beside her.
Namrata stayed silent for some time. Then suddenly she asked him ‘Neeraj, tu woh roz karta hain?’ He nodded feeling shy and embarrased. ‘Woh kitab kounsi hai, jisko tu dekh raha tha us time? Mujhe dikha zara.’ Neeraj looked at her wondering why she wanted to see the book. When she again asked for the book, he brought it out from under the mattress and gave it to her.
She switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in tempting ways. ‘Neeraj, inme sabse accha photo kounsa lagata hai tujhe?’
As soon as Neeraj heard this he started getting aroused. He was still very confused though. What was happening was unbelievable - his mother lying beside him at 4 in the night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which photo did he like most! He had no idea what his mother’s intentions were but now he knew in a vague way that something exciting was going to happen.
Namrata meanwhile once again asked him ‘Bata na, sabse accha kounsa lagta hai tujhe?’
Neeraj shyly took the book and opened the page that contained his favorite picture.
Namrata looked at the girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big breasts. She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the girl in the picture and asked Neeraj ‘Yeh itne bade-bade hain, isi liye acchi lagti hain na tujhe?’
Neeraj was terribly hard by now. He looked at her mothers face. She was looking at him in a motherly and affectionate way. Then she smiled and said, ‘Neeraj itna sharma mat. mere sawal ka jawab de na.’
Neeraj nodded now. The big boobs really were the reason why he liked that particular picture so much.
By now Namrata was totally wet. She decided that it was now time to start seeking what she wanted from her son. She put the ‘pallu’ of her sari to one side and cupping her breasts with her hands, she said ‘ Dekh, mere to is ladki se bhi jyada bade hain.’
Neeraj just gaped at her face as he heard this. His excitement was visible on his face by now and this made Namrata bolder. ‘Ruk. Main tujhe blouse khol ke dikhati hoon.’ Saying this she quickly unhooked her blouse revealing her big breasts held tightly inside her brassiere. Now she took Neeraj’s hand and after placing it on the hook of her brassiere, asked Neeraj to undo it. With a trembling hand Neeraj did so. Namrata immediately pulled out the brassiere and threw it on the floor.
Neeraj gaped at the pair of beautiful tits that lay before him. They were big and firm. They were dark like the rest of her body. The nipples were big and looked stiff. This was the first time Neeraj was seeing a woman’s bosom naked and the fact that it belonged to his own mother made it terribly exciting for Neeraj. He felt hard like he had never before felt. Till now Neeraj had always thought of his mother simply as a mother and nothing else but now for the first time he realized that his mother was also a sensuous woman. His mother was in fact what his friends at school would call ‘maal’.
As she walked towards Neeraj’s room she had many apprehensions. Will Neeraj find her attractive? Will he agree? Will he be disgusted by the idea? However she simply didn’t care. She was just mad with desire.
--
Neeraj had latched the door now. She knocked at it lightly. After 2-3 knocks, the door opened. The room was dark but in the faint moonlight she could see Neeraj peering out at her puzzled and wondering why she had now come back. She entered the room and switched on the night bulb and then closed the door behind her.
Neeraj meanwhile felt sure that she was now going to reproach him and tell him how ashamed she was of him. With his head lowered he just stood there waiting for her to begin. But what he heard surprised him.
‘Neeraj, mein tujhe dantane nahin aai hoon. Mein darasal yahaan sona chahti hoon. Tere papa wahaan itni aawaz kar rahe hain ki mujhe neend hi nahin aa rahi.’ Saying this Namrata laid herself on the bed. ‘Chal tu bhi aa ja.’ Neeraj looked at her confused and obeying her he got into the bed beside her.
Namrata stayed silent for some time. Then suddenly she asked him ‘Neeraj, tu woh roz karta hain?’ He nodded feeling shy and embarrased. ‘Woh kitab kounsi hai, jisko tu dekh raha tha us time? Mujhe dikha zara.’ Neeraj looked at her wondering why she wanted to see the book. When she again asked for the book, he brought it out from under the mattress and gave it to her.
She switched on the dim light and opened the book. It was full of pictures of naked girls posing themselves in tempting ways. ‘Neeraj, inme sabse accha photo kounsa lagata hai tujhe?’
As soon as Neeraj heard this he started getting aroused. He was still very confused though. What was happening was unbelievable - his mother lying beside him at 4 in the night turning the pages of a dirty book and asking which photo did he like most! He had no idea what his mother’s intentions were but now he knew in a vague way that something exciting was going to happen.
Namrata meanwhile once again asked him ‘Bata na, sabse accha kounsa lagta hai tujhe?’
Neeraj shyly took the book and opened the page that contained his favorite picture.
Namrata looked at the girl in the picture. She was a voluptuous girl with big breasts. She pointed her finger towards the boobs of the girl in the picture and asked Neeraj ‘Yeh itne bade-bade hain, isi liye acchi lagti hain na tujhe?’
Neeraj was terribly hard by now. He looked at her mothers face. She was looking at him in a motherly and affectionate way. Then she smiled and said, ‘Neeraj itna sharma mat. mere sawal ka jawab de na.’
Neeraj nodded now. The big boobs really were the reason why he liked that particular picture so much.
By now Namrata was totally wet. She decided that it was now time to start seeking what she wanted from her son. She put the ‘pallu’ of her sari to one side and cupping her breasts with her hands, she said ‘ Dekh, mere to is ladki se bhi jyada bade hain.’
Neeraj just gaped at her face as he heard this. His excitement was visible on his face by now and this made Namrata bolder. ‘Ruk. Main tujhe blouse khol ke dikhati hoon.’ Saying this she quickly unhooked her blouse revealing her big breasts held tightly inside her brassiere. Now she took Neeraj’s hand and after placing it on the hook of her brassiere, asked Neeraj to undo it. With a trembling hand Neeraj did so. Namrata immediately pulled out the brassiere and threw it on the floor.
Neeraj gaped at the pair of beautiful tits that lay before him. They were big and firm. They were dark like the rest of her body. The nipples were big and looked stiff. This was the first time Neeraj was seeing a woman’s bosom naked and the fact that it belonged to his own mother made it terribly exciting for Neeraj. He felt hard like he had never before felt. Till now Neeraj had always thought of his mother simply as a mother and nothing else but now for the first time he realized that his mother was also a sensuous woman. His mother was in fact what his friends at school would call ‘maal’.
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