Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

She made her way to the kitchen and called for him again, and again there was no response. She stood quietly for a moment and listened. She could hear music coming from the direction of Prasad’s bedroom. Not the music you’d expect someone of his age to be listening to, but more of a moody, new age type music that had a strangely hypnotic flow to it.

She headed down the hallway towards Prasad’s bedroom to tell him she was home. When she got there, she found his door standing slightly ajar. “Prasad,” she called one more time, pushing the door open slowly. When there was still no answer, she got concerned and entered the room. 

The lights in Prasad’s room were turned off and the window shade was drawn, leaving the room in an eerie glow, not quite light, but not quite dark. The hypnotic rhythms of the music quietly filled the room. And on the bed lay Prasad, spread out on his back, naked, slowly stroking his massive almost so fair and shaved huge thick erection in rhythm to the music.

Rehana gasped quietly as she took a step backwards, bumping into the wall. She looked at the sight before her. Prasad’s eyes were closed as he continued to stroke himself, apparently oblivious to her presence. 

She stood like a statue, rooted to the floor, knowing she should leave, yet unable to take her eyes off the sight before her, unable to look away from the beautiful young cock, or the naked young man it was attached to.

She watched as Prasad began stroking himself with more urgency, arching his hips in harmony with his pounding fist. She could feel her own excitement building as she watched the sight before her.

She screamed at herself – Leave, leave now, before he sees you. - But she just stood there, riveted to the floor, unable to move as she struggled in vain to calm her own urges.

And then it was too late. With a sudden surge of hips against fist, he began to cum, spewing his semen all over his stomach. And as he came he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, staring at him. And with his eyes locked onto hers, he continued to cum.

Finally, Rehana tore herself away and dashed from the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her. She found herself in the kitchen, unsure of what to do next; not knowing whether she should leave the house, go to her room, or go and apologize to Prasad. As a result, she just stood there, confused, yet unable to deny the excitement that was coursing through her veins, and unable to get the picture of that young, rigid cock out of her mind.

And then she heard the creaking noise of a door opening. She stood there, riveted to the floor, and listened to the footsteps as they moved slowly down the hall. She noticed that she was shaking nervously as Prasad rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, wearing only his sweat pants.

“Oh Prasad, I’m so sorry I walked in on you. I called out, but you didn’t answer. I was worried,” she gushed. “I’m so sorry.” But while she spoke, Prasad locked his eyes on hers and moved slowly towards her.

“Prasad, please don’t be mad,” she said, backing away from him slowly as he continued to approach. She caught herself looking at him, at his young, muscular chest and arms, at his firm, six pack abs. She forced her eyes away from him while she continued to retreat from his slow, steady approach. He was maybe 10 feet away from her when she backed into the wall by the kitchen counter. When she looked at him again, what she saw made her gasp. What she saw was no longer her best friend’s son, but a young man, a very handsome and well-built young man. And a young man who was looking at her in the same way a wild animal would look upon its prey.

“Prasad,” she gasped. “What are you doing?” But he ignored her as he closed the gap between them to 5 feet.

“Prasad, please stop,” she pleaded. But still he came on, not stopping until he was inches away from her.

“Please don’t,” Rehana whispered. But there was no conviction in her voice, and they both knew it.

Prasad placed the palms of his hands on the wall on either side of her head, and looked down at her. As Rehana returned his gaze, he began lowering his mouth towards hers. As his lips inched closer to hers, she stood there, paralyzed, like a deer caught in an automobile’s headlights.