22-12-2018, 06:32 PM
Part - 2
I came to my room and immediately removed all my clothes and get stark naked. I put on the light and stood before the dresser. I was naked in front of the life size mirror. I found every organ of my body and my skin tone, all are in tact and well-shaped. Nothing bad happened to my body. May be it was due to my regular visit to gym. My breasts were fully round shape. No sagging. The nipples were same like when I married to Jitendra. My stomach was in shape, though I gave birth to Rahul, 14 years back. My pussy lips were fresh like rose petals. I always keep my pussy well shaved, b’coz I read somewhere that daily shaving keeps the skin ageing away. I turned back to the mirror and saw my buttock. All the same shape as before. Fully round shape, like round shape watermelons, Hard to touch because of full meat on my ass.
“So Mrs. Nirma Joshi, you are as beautiful and charming as so many years before, when you were in Dubai”. I said to myself. I realized that I have lot of sexual attraction for the opposite sex. And my son, in reality, also belongs to opposite sex. All the psychologist of the world are centre minded that son is always more attracted to his mother. Many sons also masturbate while visualizing fucking their own mothers.
When I turned my face, I was shocked to see my son Rahul standing on the door; which I forgot to lock, when I entered in my bedroom. It was left wide open, since I was mentally occupied with sex craze.
I was stark naked right in front of my own son. I simply went dumb. I was feeling myself like a shameless mother or a whore.
“Oh mummy! I am really sorry … after you left my room, I was feeling thirty …. s..s..o I was just going to the kitchen for water … and I found you door open … Sorry mother to see you in this state…!”
I couldn’t speak anything, with the feeling of shame, with the feeling of my hunger for sex for the last couple of years and with the shameful feeling of urge to have sex with my own son, I simply started sobbing, while hiding my face in my palms. I walked to my bed and fell on it, hiding my face in the pillows.
I came to my room and immediately removed all my clothes and get stark naked. I put on the light and stood before the dresser. I was naked in front of the life size mirror. I found every organ of my body and my skin tone, all are in tact and well-shaped. Nothing bad happened to my body. May be it was due to my regular visit to gym. My breasts were fully round shape. No sagging. The nipples were same like when I married to Jitendra. My stomach was in shape, though I gave birth to Rahul, 14 years back. My pussy lips were fresh like rose petals. I always keep my pussy well shaved, b’coz I read somewhere that daily shaving keeps the skin ageing away. I turned back to the mirror and saw my buttock. All the same shape as before. Fully round shape, like round shape watermelons, Hard to touch because of full meat on my ass.
“So Mrs. Nirma Joshi, you are as beautiful and charming as so many years before, when you were in Dubai”. I said to myself. I realized that I have lot of sexual attraction for the opposite sex. And my son, in reality, also belongs to opposite sex. All the psychologist of the world are centre minded that son is always more attracted to his mother. Many sons also masturbate while visualizing fucking their own mothers.
When I turned my face, I was shocked to see my son Rahul standing on the door; which I forgot to lock, when I entered in my bedroom. It was left wide open, since I was mentally occupied with sex craze.
I was stark naked right in front of my own son. I simply went dumb. I was feeling myself like a shameless mother or a whore.
“Oh mummy! I am really sorry … after you left my room, I was feeling thirty …. s..s..o I was just going to the kitchen for water … and I found you door open … Sorry mother to see you in this state…!”
I couldn’t speak anything, with the feeling of shame, with the feeling of my hunger for sex for the last couple of years and with the shameful feeling of urge to have sex with my own son, I simply started sobbing, while hiding my face in my palms. I walked to my bed and fell on it, hiding my face in the pillows.
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