22-12-2018, 06:33 PM
“Mummy … mom …. are you O.K. mom?” all of a sudden felt my son sitting beside me on my bed and his hand on my bare shoulder blade.
“What happened mom? Please tell me … There is nothing to feel shy now. You have seen my penis accidentally and I have also seen you naked innocently. Then so what mom? You are my mom and I am your son … we are best friends also ..” Rahul stopped for a while, and when found no motion in me, continued to pamper me: “I understand how you feel sexually after father’s death. I understand, it is psychological and natural. It is sometime very impossible to control your emotions. Look at me mom, a while ago you made me realize that I am growing and you complimented my manhood.”
Having said that, my son grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards his side. In doing so my right hand unknowingly fell on his lap and I shivered with another spasm of sex drive, when my hand felt his hard penis under my palm.
“Oh God, where we are heading ….? What is going on …? why I got this bloody head-ache that I have to run to my son’s bedroom at mid night and fall to prey of my hidden sexual desires after seeing my son’s hard cock” I said to myself.
“Mummy, you need release … release from your sexual tension … don’t feel shy. We two are alone and we must help each other in the time of need. Mom, I am willing to help you – now! So don’t stop me mummy .. It’s the best treatment I can give or otherwise by morning you will go out of brains and senses.”
With this my own son started kissing me on his mother’s forehead, cheeks and finally on my lips and at the same time his left hand cupped my right breast and started fondling the tit. It was like a dream that my own son was fondling the breast from where he was once nourished milk. He was kissing those lips, which his father used to kiss.
His kisses and fondling made me very much passionate and without caring any further for whatsoever relations we had, with any further caring that I am his real mother and he is my own real son, I inserted my hand in his shorts and took hold of his massive cock, which in my language is called LUND. The word LUND, CHOOT, CHODNA, MONY (SPERM / CUM) was favorite words of my deceased husband and he always loved to used these words which he fucked me. He also made me to learn by heart these filthy words to keep repeating these words during or fucking sessions.
So, the lust for my own son, has now turned me into a whore and now for the moment I forgot that I am his mother, because a mother never hold his son’s hard cock in her fist and pump it.
“What happened mom? Please tell me … There is nothing to feel shy now. You have seen my penis accidentally and I have also seen you naked innocently. Then so what mom? You are my mom and I am your son … we are best friends also ..” Rahul stopped for a while, and when found no motion in me, continued to pamper me: “I understand how you feel sexually after father’s death. I understand, it is psychological and natural. It is sometime very impossible to control your emotions. Look at me mom, a while ago you made me realize that I am growing and you complimented my manhood.”
Having said that, my son grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards his side. In doing so my right hand unknowingly fell on his lap and I shivered with another spasm of sex drive, when my hand felt his hard penis under my palm.
“Oh God, where we are heading ….? What is going on …? why I got this bloody head-ache that I have to run to my son’s bedroom at mid night and fall to prey of my hidden sexual desires after seeing my son’s hard cock” I said to myself.
“Mummy, you need release … release from your sexual tension … don’t feel shy. We two are alone and we must help each other in the time of need. Mom, I am willing to help you – now! So don’t stop me mummy .. It’s the best treatment I can give or otherwise by morning you will go out of brains and senses.”
With this my own son started kissing me on his mother’s forehead, cheeks and finally on my lips and at the same time his left hand cupped my right breast and started fondling the tit. It was like a dream that my own son was fondling the breast from where he was once nourished milk. He was kissing those lips, which his father used to kiss.
His kisses and fondling made me very much passionate and without caring any further for whatsoever relations we had, with any further caring that I am his real mother and he is my own real son, I inserted my hand in his shorts and took hold of his massive cock, which in my language is called LUND. The word LUND, CHOOT, CHODNA, MONY (SPERM / CUM) was favorite words of my deceased husband and he always loved to used these words which he fucked me. He also made me to learn by heart these filthy words to keep repeating these words during or fucking sessions.
So, the lust for my own son, has now turned me into a whore and now for the moment I forgot that I am his mother, because a mother never hold his son’s hard cock in her fist and pump it.
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