Fantasy Actress Sexy Stories Based on Indian Movies

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Once he got to his bedroom, he had to masturbate three times before his erection died. After that every time Mani saw her, he instantly got an erection and every time he masturbated, his mother was the woman he fantasised about. When she was not looking, he would lustily gaze at her, noting how her big breasts jutted against her dress or blouse. He would spy on her whenever she got to change her dress, he would be lucky enough to get a flash of her heavily laden bra.

 

 
It was boiling hot on a summer day, so his mother decided to go swimming at the local beach. Mani was only too happy to go with her, eager to see more of her body. Since she was wearing the saree, she refused to into the sea. But as luck would have it, it started to rain and she became full wet. He could not help but notice that his mother's wet saree was clinging to her body. The soaked cotton saree was moulded against her figure. He couldn't help but take in her big shapely breasts, the large nipples perky like fingertips. Immediately, images of his mother naked coming out of the bathroom that day came back to him as Mani stared at the female goodies displayed by his mother. To his embarrassment, he realised his mother had noticed him looking at her and that he had a hard-on which he was trying to hide. She looked away, clearly embarrassed herself.
 

 
Nothing was said and that evening, he decided to go straight to bed. In bed, Mani felt a twinge in his loins as he remembered the incident on the beach. He had already shot off two loads of cum into the air and his cock was started to get sore. But he still felt horny.
 
 
He had been tossing and turning in bed for about half an hour and when a light tap on his door and his mother peeped in. She wore a flowered dressing gown and her hair was unpinned to hang down over her shoulders. Immediately, he felt his penis starting to stir back into life. Sitting beside him on the bed, she asked what he was reading, how he was finding the holiday and other small talk. Her scent filled his nostrils and sent his head spinning, such the fairness of her face, sprinkled with attractive freckles, that her full soft lips seemed red as cherries.
 
"Are you too old for your old mother to still kiss you goodnight?" she asked.
 
Well, she hadn't kissed him goodnight for several years and he eagerly lifted his head up for her to kiss him, his cock now a huge thick pillar throbbing painfully under the bed sheets.
 
Mani couldn't stop himself, as his mother went to kiss him on the cheek; he found his mouth on hers. He was surprised that she didn't pull away. Instead, the kiss lingered for a long moment, her lips soft and sweet. When he heard his mother mutter "Oh!", still making no attempt to move away from him, he found himself putting his arms around her; pushing his tongue to her lips and feeling her mouth slowly open, her body trembling. Their kissing continued, getting more and more passionate. Mani, driven on by his huge throbbing hard-on, he slipped his hand inside her dressing gown and cupped and squeezed one of her big heavy breasts.
 

 
"Oh, mani," she moaned and he saw her glance at the tent in his sheets made by his rampant hard-on.
 
Suddenly she pulled away from him.
 
"Noooo! This is wrong!" she cried out.
 
"Matha ji?" Mani said, all bewildered. But Kushboo tore herself away and fled from his bedroom. He never felt so horny, so frustrated. Though still a virgin, he had kissed and fondled girls his own age, but his mother's kisses and the feel of her body was the best he had ever known. Now she had left him with a raging cock. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if his cock was made out of granite.
 

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Please continue this chapter by making sure that our hero has sex with his mother (khusboo) after he finishes fyking samantha.... 
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