Misc. Erotica A String of Flowers... (By = sirajahmed10) - COMPLETE

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They were still in each others arms when their passion subsided. Holding him in his arms Maya thought of what had taken place. Was it wrong or not was the question playing in her mind. She thought there was nothing wrong in kissing her son. She wanted to see her son happy and in doing so if she had kissed it was not wrong. This thought made her grow in confidence and as she came out of his arms she smiled at him.

Seeing her smiling face was like seeing daylight. All the fear, tension gripping his mind evaporated in a second and he was normal again.

It was his mother who broke the silence. 'Were you surprised' she asked.

'Yes it was a sweet surprise' he replied.

'Not heavenly' her eyes questioned him more than her words.

'It was heavenly too' he replied.

Tousling his hair she said 'you won twice today and everything you desired came true.' 

'Yes, more than I had expected' he replied.

'What had you not expected' she asked softly.

'Well, I never expected you would kiss me like the way you kissed me' he replied.

'Was it not your desire to have me kiss you on your lips?'

'Yes it was my desire but the way you kissed me I could not believe it' he replied.

'And I could not believe what you did which made me kiss you like that.'

'What did I do that was out of the way' he asked her.

'I thought you would peck a kiss under my armpit, but what you did was heavenly.'

'What did I do that was heavenly' he asked her again.

'Instead of kissing my armpits you ravished it with your tongue' she replied.

'And it felt heavenly' he asked.

Saying 'yes' she bowed her head.

'And that made you hold my face captive, isn't it' he asked.

'Yes' was her answer.

'And do you know what happened at that moment.' He looked at her face.

'I have no idea' she lied.

'It was then I found myself in heaven' he said.

'What made you feel like heaven' she asked.

'When I felt something that I had not dreamt of' he said.

'What did you feel' she whispered.

'I felt something soft and warm upon my cheek' he said.

'What do I have that is soft and warm' she asked turning her face.

'As if you don't know where my cheek was lodged' he said.

'Where was it lodged? Does it not have any name' she asked.

'It has' he replied.

'And it is'

'Your breast' he let it out softly.

'My goodness you took so long to name it' she said.

'Tell me how you feel then?' he asked.

'It was nothing new' she replied.

'Why' he said lifting his eyebrows.

'I have felt your cheeks on it many a times' she replied.

'I don't remember. May be when I was young' he replied.

'No not then. Don't you remember you used to snuggle your face up before you left for boarding?

'No, I don't remember it' he said.

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Squeezing his nose she said 'you never used to miss a chance of cuddling your face there' she replied.

'And you loved it' he asked.

'Not as much as I did today' she said blushing.

'Why what's the difference' he asked.

'It is different and you cannot understand it.' (For once she had spoken the facts.)

'Do you mind if I. do it again' he said looking down, not having the courage to look into her eyes.

'What do you want to do' she put the question back to him.

'Just feel them' he muttered.

'Did you not feel it earlier' she asked.

'My cheeks not my hand' he replied.

Moving closer she whispered in his ears 'what difference is there between your cheeks and your hands.'

'What my cheeks felt was accidental and to feel them by hand, would be different' he replied.

'How different would it be' she asked getting thrilled.

'It would be pleasurable' he replied.

'How do you want to feel them, I mean do you want to place your fingers or touch them with your hand' she asked getting excited at the prospect.

'I would love to feel them with my hand' he replied getting aroused.

'You always win' saying this she again let her hair fall on his face.

This time it was more electrifying to feel her soft hair caress his face. Pushing aside a few strands of hair covering his eyes he looked at his mother's bosom hidden behind the blue gown. Though he could not see much, looking at what was exposed of her neckline sent shivers down his spine.

Maya feeling his hot gaze down her neckline started trembling. Though she felt like helping him, she waited for him to take the first step.

Shyam did not know how to proceed. He realized that talking with her was easier than doing it practically. He wished for some miracle to happen which did not. Taking a deep breath he placed his sweating hands at her side and feeling the texture and the warmth of her body, he moved his hand.

The warmth of her body drew him and this made his hands move up mechanically. His hands reached over her breasts but he did not touch them. Hovering his hands over her breasts first he let his fingers touch the gown and then let it slide down over her mounds very slowly. Maya trembled when she saw his hands dangling over her breasts and as her body convulsed she felt Shyam's fingers on her breasts over her nightgown. The long wait had ignited her body and when her son started feeling her breasts she took his face in his hands and kissed him again on his mouth.

Taking advantage of the kiss Shyam cupped his mother's breasts in both his hands. Maya's whose body was on fire felt his son fondling her breasts. This prompted her to slip her tongue deep inside his mouth and ravaging his mouth she had her second orgasm. 

It usually took some moments for her to regain her senses and it was during this time that her son slipped his hand inside her nightgown and cupped a breast over her bra. As the feeling was heavenly it made him spurt too.

Maya's lips were still locked on her sons when she felt his hand slip inside her gown and cup her breast. This ignited her body again. Removing her lips from his she said softly 'may I know who gave you permission to put your hand there.'

'It is not my fault that my hand is there' he replied.

'Then whose fault is it' she asked him.

'It is yours' he replied.

'What did I do to make you put your hand inside my gown' she asked.

'It was your passionate kissing' he replied.

'You mean my kissing made you slip your hand inside the gown and grasp my breast' she asked.

'Yes, your kissing me on my mouth was the cause for it' he said.

'Now that I have stopped, I see your hand is still inside my gown' she said softly.

'Ma this is not fair. You make me do things and when I do you blame me' he said removing his hand. 

'You ought to have taken my permission' saying this she smiled.

'It does not give any pleasure after obtaining permission' he replied.

'So'

"So it is more pleasurable to take advantage of the circumstances' he replied.

'You mean make hay while sun shines' she asked.

'No make hay while mother shines' he replied.

'I think you are too big for your age' she said.

'How can you say that' he replied smilingly.

'I think I know what you are thinking' she replied.

Hearing this Shyam held his mother in his arms and pushing aside the few strands of loose hair from her face 'you know something Ma' he said.

'What' she asked getting excited by being held in his arms.

'It is easy talking with you than doing it' he said.

'You are blessed with words' she replied.

'Yes, I am' he replied.

'Are you not going to bed' she asked.

'No, not today' he replied.

'Why? Don't want go to office tomorrow' she whispered in his ears while she tousled his hair.

'Remember tomorrow is Sunday.' 

'So?'

'So we have the whole night.'

'Whole night' she exclaimed.

'Yes whole night' he replied.

'Doing what' she said softly.

'Something or the other' he replied.

'Something or the other, what does it mean' she asked getting thrilled.

'Like continuing chatting from where we had stopped' he replied.

'Where had we stopped' she asked.

'You know where we had stopped' he replied.

'I only know that you wanted to feel something soft and warm' she replied.

'And you asked me to name it' he replied.

'Yes' she murmured.

'What was my reply' he asked.

'You said you wanted to feel them' she looked down at her chest.

'What did I say I wanted to feel' he asked again.

'You said you wanted to feel my breasts' she replied.

'And did I not feel them' he asked.

'Yes, you did more than you were permitted to' she replied.

'And what did I do which I was not permitted to' he asked.

'Put your hand inside the gown' 

'And,'

'And cup my breast over the bra' she replied.

'Which was not permitted by you?'

'Yes.'

'What did I say that made me do it' he asked.

'My kissing you on your lips' she replied.

'Did you take my permission to kiss me as you did' he asked.

'No I don't think so' she replied.

'Then is it not your fault' he said.

'Yes' she bowed her head.

'As you have faulted is it not fair to let me see them' he asked.

'What' she said surprisingly..

'See what my hands felt inside your grown' he replied.

'This is what I feared would happen' she replied.

'Why? You don't want to show them to me' he asked.

'That is not something to be shown to you' she replied.

'But can let me touch them, is it' he asked.

'That's different. Touching and seeing are two different things.'

'Like pecking a kiss and kissing passionately' he said.

'Yes there is a vast difference between the two.'

'And you kissed me knowing there was a vast difference, isn't it?' 

'Yes' she replied getting excited again.

'Then you agree you were at fault' he asked.

She nodded her head again.

'And is it not fair that you let me see those beautiful things' he asked.

'What beautiful things, name them' she said getting aroused.

'Your beautiful breasts' he said placing a finger upon them.

'I think it is quite fair' she replied bowing her head.

'Then would you undo the hooks' he asked?

'It is you who want to see them,' she replied.

'So'

'So you need to do some exercise' she replied laughingly.

'And you would enjoy when I undo them' he asked embracing her.

'You have not opened them yet' she said.

'Have I not,' saying it he placed his hands on her shoulders. Then gradually caressing the exposed part of her neck line he held the top of her nightgown. 

Maya stood trembling before him.

'Enjoying it' he asked.

She nodded her head.

'Want me to continue' he asked holding the flaps of her nightgown.

'As if you would stop if I say so' she replied.

'Then you really don't mind my seeing them' he asked.

'I have no way of stopping you' she replied.

'I don't think so,' saying it he unhooked the top two hooks and parted her nightgown. The upper part of her swelling breasts came into view. Looking at her breasts he felt it growing again.

'There are so lovely' he said.

'But you have not seen much' she replied.

'Yes, but then what exposed is so beautiful, I wonder how it would look bare' he said.

'It is for your eyes to say' she said.

'Yes, it is for my eyes to speak' he replied.

'And I see them already popping out of their sockets' she said.

'Very true' uttering those words he unhooked the other two buttons and as the flaps of her nightgown gave way, his eyes were riveted on her tattered bra. The scene of the two voluptuous orbs in the tattered bra was heavenly to look at.

'This is one of the gorgeous sights my eyes have ever seen' he said.

'Are they not still covered in my bra' she asked.

'Yes they are well stacked in your bra, but there is little your bra could conceal' he put the words in her ear.

'Why is it so?'

'See for yourself' he replied.

Hearing his words, the tattered bra flashed through her eyes, which sent a hot current between her legs and steadying herself she said 'don't you think you have seen enough.'