03-04-2019, 05:51 PM
Nitin was going through similar thoughts. He couldn't help but remember the softness of her ass and the nice feelings he received when his penis slid out of it. It wasn't too much of a stretch to think what it would feel like to slide out of her other side. He couldn't stop himself from picturing his penis in his mother's pussy. Then he too ran to the statue of his god to ask forgiveness for his thoughts.
Rainy nights came and rainy nights went. Kalpana did not dare go to his bed. They both endured freezing cold weather but they stayed away from each other. It wasn't he who stayed away. It was she who did not come to his bed as before. She was afraid of being in bed with his penis, lest it may come in contact with her again. He knew that she probably knew what he had done, that's why she was staying away. He felt even worst.
Another dark and stormy night came to that Indian city and Kalpana had to come to his bed. The weather was just too cold to be sleeping in her own bed. They needed to be together to fight the low temperatures.
Both were aware this time of the possibility of a sexual contact and both tried to stay away from making such a contact. Nitin being a young man with raging hormones couldn't stop the erection from coming. She couldn't help but think whether he was hard just by being in contact with her body. Both were thinking of the same thing. He was hard, he knew. Was he hard, she wanted to know.
Nitin turned away from her and lay on his side. She didn't want to turn her back on him so she turned towards him. A mother's bosom is most sacred thing about her. Her bosom was on his back. He was terrified of the punishment he was going to receive from the gods because her bosom was causing fire to be ignited in his being.
The softness of her breasts was wreaking havoc on his nerves. He was not only erect as a sword, he was horny as hell. Her breasts were feeling so good that he wanted to turn around and rub them all over his chest.
She eventually fell asleep. He kept waiting for her breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, she was in deep sleep. He then gently turned towards her, placed his arm over her and moved into a hug position. His cock was preceding him by many inches. Way before his chest came in contact with hers, his penis came in contact with the front of her thighs. He quickly adjusted himself and touched his mother right between her thighs with his dick.
She was sleeping, so he held her in his arm, both hugging slightly and his throbbing penis right on her pussy. He almost came with the realization that he was actually touching his mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, he was in his clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from cultural and religious perspective.
Then came the urge. He placed his hand on her ass and pulled her inward as he pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge that he couldn't control. Once the cock was on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple as that.
The pressure he applied on her cunt was strong and she woke up almost instantly, only to find her son pushing his penis into her.
Rainy nights came and rainy nights went. Kalpana did not dare go to his bed. They both endured freezing cold weather but they stayed away from each other. It wasn't he who stayed away. It was she who did not come to his bed as before. She was afraid of being in bed with his penis, lest it may come in contact with her again. He knew that she probably knew what he had done, that's why she was staying away. He felt even worst.
Another dark and stormy night came to that Indian city and Kalpana had to come to his bed. The weather was just too cold to be sleeping in her own bed. They needed to be together to fight the low temperatures.
Both were aware this time of the possibility of a sexual contact and both tried to stay away from making such a contact. Nitin being a young man with raging hormones couldn't stop the erection from coming. She couldn't help but think whether he was hard just by being in contact with her body. Both were thinking of the same thing. He was hard, he knew. Was he hard, she wanted to know.
Nitin turned away from her and lay on his side. She didn't want to turn her back on him so she turned towards him. A mother's bosom is most sacred thing about her. Her bosom was on his back. He was terrified of the punishment he was going to receive from the gods because her bosom was causing fire to be ignited in his being.
The softness of her breasts was wreaking havoc on his nerves. He was not only erect as a sword, he was horny as hell. Her breasts were feeling so good that he wanted to turn around and rub them all over his chest.
She eventually fell asleep. He kept waiting for her breathing to become deep and even. After an hour or so, she was in deep sleep. He then gently turned towards her, placed his arm over her and moved into a hug position. His cock was preceding him by many inches. Way before his chest came in contact with hers, his penis came in contact with the front of her thighs. He quickly adjusted himself and touched his mother right between her thighs with his dick.
She was sleeping, so he held her in his arm, both hugging slightly and his throbbing penis right on her pussy. He almost came with the realization that he was actually touching his mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, he was in his clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from cultural and religious perspective.
Then came the urge. He placed his hand on her ass and pulled her inward as he pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge that he couldn't control. Once the cock was on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple as that.
The pressure he applied on her cunt was strong and she woke up almost instantly, only to find her son pushing his penis into her.
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