09-05-2019, 10:34 AM
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With the night gone the morning stepped in. There was no evidence of what had transpired earlier and everything was casual. When it was time for Shyam to leave for office, Maya fondly strapped his wristwatch and holding his hand she kissed his palm and when his eyes started to roam she pushed him out of the house.
With him out of the way she went to clean up the house. It was then she saw a shirt lying on the sofa. It was light blue in color. Maya knew why it was there. Instinctively she picked it up and as she neared her room she felt her body tremble.
Holding her breath she stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection which she had not done for a long time. She saw her face was gleaming with perspiration and as she lifted her shirt to wipe, she saw her naked waist. She stood still and looked at the exposed part of her body. Seeing her waistline the tingling sensations started to creep up and so did the shirt till it exposed her breasts enclosed in an old bra. The bra being used frequently was tattered at some places and the swelling mounds of her breasts were visible. This heightened her pleasure and as she drew the shirt out of her body she was happy to see her figure.
She was glad that the time had not dented her figure. She was exquisitely built and she was tempted to discard her bra and look at her breasts for which she could not muster enough courage. Her hands took the blue shirt and as she put it on and buttoned up she looked again at the mirror.
The shirt was large for her. The cut at the sides revealed a strip of her flesh and as the texture was light coloured the outline of her bra was visible. This was a shade too flashy for her and if she wore it she felt she would be sending wrong signals to him. It was okay to the extent they had gone and further even it leads to a kiss or two she would not mind. But it had to stop there and to continue would be bad.
With these thoughts she changed her mind. She looked into her closet and came out with a night gown which she had hardly worn. It was loose, it was the same blue color and the main thing it hid her undergarments. No seam or any impressions of her undergarments were visible. It was perfect as it would not send wrong signals.
Having selected it she continued with her work. The time flew and soon she heard her son mounting the steps. She was at the door to welcome him.
Shyam was happy to see her dressed in the long gown. It added an inch to her height and she looked graceful. This made his heart leap out for her. Controlling himself he went and finished his chores.
It took some time for his mother to come out of the kitchen. At first she was a little hesitant but regaining her poise and feeling nothing would go wrong she sat down beside him.
Both were silent. They could not speak for a while and when they turned and faced each other their shyness faded a little.
'How was your day' it was Shyam who spoke first.
'As usual' she replied.
'But I see some changes' he said looking at her gown.
'Yes, I had to wash the other garments' she replied.
'I had felt behind something for you' he said.
'What' she asked as if not knowing.
'I had left behind a shirt for you to wear' he replied.
'Why, what's wrong with this' she said looking at her gown.
'Nothing but I was hoping you would wear my shirt' he replied.
'May be someday,' saying this she lifted her hands to tie her hair in a bun.
'No, let it be loose' he said.
'It is hot today' she said.
'Shall I switch on the fan' he asked.
'It is not that necessary,' saying this she shook her head and let her hair fall loose.
It was a sight to see her hair flying and feeling thrilled Shyam said 'Do that again.'
'What' she asked him.
'Let your hair fly' he replied.
'You like to see it' she asked.
'Yes, yes' he replied.
'I think I have a better idea,' saying this she turned to face him and gripping his shoulders she let her hair fall over his head cascading his face.
Shyam was enchanted when her silky hair fell upon his face. Though it blinded him he was excited to feel the soft silky hair caressing his face. Pushing aside a few strands he looked deeply into his mother's face. It was a blessing in disguise to have an opportunity to look at her radiant face so close by.
Maya too felt a lot better to have her hair shielding most of their faces. She thought it was perfect considering the fact what they had in mind.
Shyam, whose hands were free, took the first step. Lifting them and placing on her arms he said. 'You look exquisite.'
Maya blushed on hearing his words.
'I never expected to see your face from such a close range and it feels great' he said.
'What makes you feel great' she replied.
'On being so close,' he said.
'We had to be this close, isn't it' she said shyly.
'Yes, yes' he said looking deep into her lovely face.
'For what you have in mind' she spoke softly.
'What do I have in mind which needs us to be this close' he asked in the same tone.
'How can you do it without being close' she asked.
'I don't know? It is you who has to do it' he replied teasing her while he held her arm.
'Is this not to your liking' she said feeling his fingers reach up her arm.
'Of course it is' he said as his fingers slid up her arms.
'And it is to your advantage, is it not' she said.
'Like,' he asked, slipping his hand under the sleeve of her loose night gown.
'Like you are close, the light is just enough, your face is feeling my silky hair; the gown I am wearing is to your advantage and what not.'
'How is the gown to my advantage' he asked as his hand slipped inside her sleeve and held armpit.
'For what you did just now' she said getting excited on his feeling her armpit.
'What did I do' he said as his fingers felt her damp armpits.
'Slipped your hand inside the sleeve to touch and feel' she replied.
'What did it touch and feel' he asked as his fingers caressed her damp hair.
'The hair under my armpits' she replied.
'Yes, I have felt your hair' he replied.
'Now that you have touched them, how do you feel' she asked.
'Heavenly' replied Shyam.
'What's so heavenly about them' her body writhed as she let out the words.
'Because you are wet' replied Shyam.
Maya was aghast to hear those words. Her body started trembling, it was convulsing and this was pure desire. This was not love but it was the inner cravings of her body. Her body shuddered when she heard those words and not being in a position to reply, she acted as if she had not heard him and looked at him.
'Why are you so damp there' said Shyam again.
'I told you it is because of nature' she replied shyly.
'Is it because of nature, is it not for something else' he asked.
'I might have perspired more' she replied.
'Can there be any reason for your perspiring so much' he asked looking at her face.
'As I said it is hot today' saying this she looked at him.
'Yes, it is hot today' he replied.
'It is because of that' she said shyly.
'And I love when it is hot' he said.
'What' asked his mother?
'When it is warm and damp' he said as his hand gripped her underarm.
'Do you like things to be wet' she asked softly.
'Yes, I like it to be wet and slippery' saying this he placed his lips on her arm and started kissing her with moist lips.
'You are making it damper' she replied getting excited.
'More the better' he said as he continued kissing her arm and moving up.
'Do you like kissing there when it is wet' she let out those words.
'Yes, I am loving it' saying this he kissed the wet patch of hair.
Maya's body shuddered when Shyam kissed her there and when he slid out his tongue and started feeling her damp hair, it was unbearable as it sent hot waves surging through her body and when she felt his hot mouth take all of her armpit, her body shuddered and unable to control her panting she brought her hand down and held his face captive under her arm.
Maya had climaxed. Not only had she come but in the heat she had made a grave mistake of holding his face captive under her arm as she had wedged his face against the underside of her warm breast.
Shyam was delighted on having kissed his mother's damp armpit and the moment she pulled his face to her breast he was thrilled. He wedged his face further into the warmth of his mother's breast and enjoyed till it lasted.
Maya after regaining her composure looked down at her son and on seeing his face lodged against her breast a new sensation started to creep up her body. She could not believe what was happening. Moments ago she had climaxed and now her body was asking for more.
It was then she thought of her son. Though he had fulfilled his desire of kissing her armpits he had a wish for which she had to oblige.
Releasing him she took hold of his face and drawing it closer, she looked at him. He looked different; she felt he had grown up. She caressed his face with both her palms and when she saw his eyes brighten she brought her face closer.
Shyam was excited to be this close to his mother. He felt he had nothing to fear as it was not his mistake and when he felt the warm breath of his mother on his face, he again felt it growing hard.
Holding her son's face in her hands, Maya, let her disheveled hair fall on his face. This time it had the required effect as she felt her son trembling. Caressing his face lightly with both her hands she said 'this is what you want, isn't it.'
'What, no, yes' he muttered unable to answer her properly.
'I know where you want me to kiss you' she said bringing her lips closer on his face.
'Where,' he asked getting aroused.
'Where it would give you the maximum pleasure,' she said nibbling his ears.
'And where is it' he asked as his arms went round her.
'Is it not here' she said as she placed a finger on her lips.
'Would you kiss me there, on my lips' he asked tightening his hold on her.
'Do you have any doubts' she said bringing her lips down from his ears.
'No, but I' Shyam could not answer her. He has aroused to the hilt and his hard member started pulsating.
Feeling his body writhing Maya knew he was on the brink of coming. She let her finger which was caressing his lips slip into his mouth and when Shyam opened his mouth she let another finger wedge in.
Shyam could not control it any longer. His prick started vibrating and as his mother brought her lips down and placed it on his lips his body convulsed and when she smooched his lips he shot in his pants.
In the heat of the passion Shyam's hands went around his mother's back and he held her tightly while his mother continued kissing him hard on his lips and mouth. He could not believe that his mother had kissed him on his mouth. He held her till he felt his pants go damp with his cum.
Both had climaxed.
With the night gone the morning stepped in. There was no evidence of what had transpired earlier and everything was casual. When it was time for Shyam to leave for office, Maya fondly strapped his wristwatch and holding his hand she kissed his palm and when his eyes started to roam she pushed him out of the house.
With him out of the way she went to clean up the house. It was then she saw a shirt lying on the sofa. It was light blue in color. Maya knew why it was there. Instinctively she picked it up and as she neared her room she felt her body tremble.
Holding her breath she stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection which she had not done for a long time. She saw her face was gleaming with perspiration and as she lifted her shirt to wipe, she saw her naked waist. She stood still and looked at the exposed part of her body. Seeing her waistline the tingling sensations started to creep up and so did the shirt till it exposed her breasts enclosed in an old bra. The bra being used frequently was tattered at some places and the swelling mounds of her breasts were visible. This heightened her pleasure and as she drew the shirt out of her body she was happy to see her figure.
She was glad that the time had not dented her figure. She was exquisitely built and she was tempted to discard her bra and look at her breasts for which she could not muster enough courage. Her hands took the blue shirt and as she put it on and buttoned up she looked again at the mirror.
The shirt was large for her. The cut at the sides revealed a strip of her flesh and as the texture was light coloured the outline of her bra was visible. This was a shade too flashy for her and if she wore it she felt she would be sending wrong signals to him. It was okay to the extent they had gone and further even it leads to a kiss or two she would not mind. But it had to stop there and to continue would be bad.
With these thoughts she changed her mind. She looked into her closet and came out with a night gown which she had hardly worn. It was loose, it was the same blue color and the main thing it hid her undergarments. No seam or any impressions of her undergarments were visible. It was perfect as it would not send wrong signals.
Having selected it she continued with her work. The time flew and soon she heard her son mounting the steps. She was at the door to welcome him.
Shyam was happy to see her dressed in the long gown. It added an inch to her height and she looked graceful. This made his heart leap out for her. Controlling himself he went and finished his chores.
It took some time for his mother to come out of the kitchen. At first she was a little hesitant but regaining her poise and feeling nothing would go wrong she sat down beside him.
Both were silent. They could not speak for a while and when they turned and faced each other their shyness faded a little.
'How was your day' it was Shyam who spoke first.
'As usual' she replied.
'But I see some changes' he said looking at her gown.
'Yes, I had to wash the other garments' she replied.
'I had felt behind something for you' he said.
'What' she asked as if not knowing.
'I had left behind a shirt for you to wear' he replied.
'Why, what's wrong with this' she said looking at her gown.
'Nothing but I was hoping you would wear my shirt' he replied.
'May be someday,' saying this she lifted her hands to tie her hair in a bun.
'No, let it be loose' he said.
'It is hot today' she said.
'Shall I switch on the fan' he asked.
'It is not that necessary,' saying this she shook her head and let her hair fall loose.
It was a sight to see her hair flying and feeling thrilled Shyam said 'Do that again.'
'What' she asked him.
'Let your hair fly' he replied.
'You like to see it' she asked.
'Yes, yes' he replied.
'I think I have a better idea,' saying this she turned to face him and gripping his shoulders she let her hair fall over his head cascading his face.
Shyam was enchanted when her silky hair fell upon his face. Though it blinded him he was excited to feel the soft silky hair caressing his face. Pushing aside a few strands he looked deeply into his mother's face. It was a blessing in disguise to have an opportunity to look at her radiant face so close by.
Maya too felt a lot better to have her hair shielding most of their faces. She thought it was perfect considering the fact what they had in mind.
Shyam, whose hands were free, took the first step. Lifting them and placing on her arms he said. 'You look exquisite.'
Maya blushed on hearing his words.
'I never expected to see your face from such a close range and it feels great' he said.
'What makes you feel great' she replied.
'On being so close,' he said.
'We had to be this close, isn't it' she said shyly.
'Yes, yes' he said looking deep into her lovely face.
'For what you have in mind' she spoke softly.
'What do I have in mind which needs us to be this close' he asked in the same tone.
'How can you do it without being close' she asked.
'I don't know? It is you who has to do it' he replied teasing her while he held her arm.
'Is this not to your liking' she said feeling his fingers reach up her arm.
'Of course it is' he said as his fingers slid up her arms.
'And it is to your advantage, is it not' she said.
'Like,' he asked, slipping his hand under the sleeve of her loose night gown.
'Like you are close, the light is just enough, your face is feeling my silky hair; the gown I am wearing is to your advantage and what not.'
'How is the gown to my advantage' he asked as his hand slipped inside her sleeve and held armpit.
'For what you did just now' she said getting excited on his feeling her armpit.
'What did I do' he said as his fingers felt her damp armpits.
'Slipped your hand inside the sleeve to touch and feel' she replied.
'What did it touch and feel' he asked as his fingers caressed her damp hair.
'The hair under my armpits' she replied.
'Yes, I have felt your hair' he replied.
'Now that you have touched them, how do you feel' she asked.
'Heavenly' replied Shyam.
'What's so heavenly about them' her body writhed as she let out the words.
'Because you are wet' replied Shyam.
Maya was aghast to hear those words. Her body started trembling, it was convulsing and this was pure desire. This was not love but it was the inner cravings of her body. Her body shuddered when she heard those words and not being in a position to reply, she acted as if she had not heard him and looked at him.
'Why are you so damp there' said Shyam again.
'I told you it is because of nature' she replied shyly.
'Is it because of nature, is it not for something else' he asked.
'I might have perspired more' she replied.
'Can there be any reason for your perspiring so much' he asked looking at her face.
'As I said it is hot today' saying this she looked at him.
'Yes, it is hot today' he replied.
'It is because of that' she said shyly.
'And I love when it is hot' he said.
'What' asked his mother?
'When it is warm and damp' he said as his hand gripped her underarm.
'Do you like things to be wet' she asked softly.
'Yes, I like it to be wet and slippery' saying this he placed his lips on her arm and started kissing her with moist lips.
'You are making it damper' she replied getting excited.
'More the better' he said as he continued kissing her arm and moving up.
'Do you like kissing there when it is wet' she let out those words.
'Yes, I am loving it' saying this he kissed the wet patch of hair.
Maya's body shuddered when Shyam kissed her there and when he slid out his tongue and started feeling her damp hair, it was unbearable as it sent hot waves surging through her body and when she felt his hot mouth take all of her armpit, her body shuddered and unable to control her panting she brought her hand down and held his face captive under her arm.
Maya had climaxed. Not only had she come but in the heat she had made a grave mistake of holding his face captive under her arm as she had wedged his face against the underside of her warm breast.
Shyam was delighted on having kissed his mother's damp armpit and the moment she pulled his face to her breast he was thrilled. He wedged his face further into the warmth of his mother's breast and enjoyed till it lasted.
Maya after regaining her composure looked down at her son and on seeing his face lodged against her breast a new sensation started to creep up her body. She could not believe what was happening. Moments ago she had climaxed and now her body was asking for more.
It was then she thought of her son. Though he had fulfilled his desire of kissing her armpits he had a wish for which she had to oblige.
Releasing him she took hold of his face and drawing it closer, she looked at him. He looked different; she felt he had grown up. She caressed his face with both her palms and when she saw his eyes brighten she brought her face closer.
Shyam was excited to be this close to his mother. He felt he had nothing to fear as it was not his mistake and when he felt the warm breath of his mother on his face, he again felt it growing hard.
Holding her son's face in her hands, Maya, let her disheveled hair fall on his face. This time it had the required effect as she felt her son trembling. Caressing his face lightly with both her hands she said 'this is what you want, isn't it.'
'What, no, yes' he muttered unable to answer her properly.
'I know where you want me to kiss you' she said bringing her lips closer on his face.
'Where,' he asked getting aroused.
'Where it would give you the maximum pleasure,' she said nibbling his ears.
'And where is it' he asked as his arms went round her.
'Is it not here' she said as she placed a finger on her lips.
'Would you kiss me there, on my lips' he asked tightening his hold on her.
'Do you have any doubts' she said bringing her lips down from his ears.
'No, but I' Shyam could not answer her. He has aroused to the hilt and his hard member started pulsating.
Feeling his body writhing Maya knew he was on the brink of coming. She let her finger which was caressing his lips slip into his mouth and when Shyam opened his mouth she let another finger wedge in.
Shyam could not control it any longer. His prick started vibrating and as his mother brought her lips down and placed it on his lips his body convulsed and when she smooched his lips he shot in his pants.
In the heat of the passion Shyam's hands went around his mother's back and he held her tightly while his mother continued kissing him hard on his lips and mouth. He could not believe that his mother had kissed him on his mouth. He held her till he felt his pants go damp with his cum.
Both had climaxed.
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