Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“Of course,” Mukta responded in an equally soft voice. It never even occurred to her not to stay with her best friend when she needed her so. Without another word, the two women fell into each other’s arms. They rocked each other slowly, before Rehana rolled onto the bed, bringing Mukta down with her. And they lay there together, holding each other gently, one woman naked, one woman dressed.

Prasad crept quietly down the hall, straining to hear the women speak. He could understand just enough to confuse him. “What’s she doing,” he thought to himself? “It shouldn’t be this difficult to get rid of her. What’s going on”?

He reached the guestroom door and hesitated, before carefully peaking around the corner. What he saw flabbergasted him. There was his naked slut, lying on the bed in the arms of his fully clothed mother. And his slut was looking right at him, a devious smile on her face. 
Prasad withdrew around the corner quickly, took a deep breath, and tried to regain his composure. When he again peered around the corner, nothing had changed.

“By the way,” Rehana said. “Prasad went out for a trip with the guys again and won’t be home until Sunday evening. He apologized for the lack of notice, but promised to call tonight with all the details.”

“Oh,” said Mukta, pulling away slightly.

“Don’t worry, mother,” Rehana smiled. “Prasad is a big boy now, or maybe you haven’t noticed.”

Mukta looked at Rehana for a brief moment, before burying her head in her friends shoulder and snickering out loud.

“And just what’s so funny?” Rehana asked, allowing her hand to wander aimlessly over Mukta’s back and buttocks.

Again Mukta snickered, before finally raising her head to look at Rehana. “You’re going to think I’m awful,” she said.

“Never!” she responded, purposefully pulling the woman closer. “Tell me!”

“Well,” Mukta started out. “Well, a couple of months ago, I accidentally saw Prasad getting dressed. Believe me, Rehana. Prasad is going to make some woman very happy some day.” And then she burst out laughing, clutching at her naked friend.

“Mukta!” Rehana feigned disgust. “I never!” And then she, too, broke out laughing.

Prasad, on the other hand, stood at the bedroom door in shock. His own mother, in the arms of his naked slut, talking about the size of his manhood! He couldn’t believe what he’d heard with his own ears.

And when Rehana looked back at him again, she ran her tongue suggestively around her lips, and allowed her hands to gently squeeze his mother’s ass.

Prasad withdrew quietly around the corner to catch his breath. “Could it be that she’s seducing my mother right before my eyes?” he thought. He took another deep breath, knowing that was exactly what she was doing. And then quietly, he poked his head back around the corner.

“Mukta,” Rehana said, breaking several minutes of silence as she released her friend and rolled flat on her back. “Tell me about Geetha Swamy.”

Mukta hesitated, rolling onto her side next to her friend. “How do you know about Geetha?” she inquired uncertainly.

“It was the New Years Eve party . As you remember, he was a bit drunk . . .”

“I see,” Mukta answered, making no immediate effort to respond to Rehana’s original request. For almost 30 seconds, she lay on her side, looking at Rehana, but not really seeing her.

“We were lovers,” she said at last, once again focusing on Rehana. “It started on my 20th birthday when my boyfriend dumped me. I was crushed.” As she spoke, she moved her hand to Rehana’s tummy, softly tracing little lines with her fingers.

“I’d known Geetha for years. She’d just recently been dumped, also.” Her fingers moved up to Rehana’s big breasts, circling first one nipple, then the other, bringing goose-bumps to the gently rising and falling orbs.

“That night, we were there for each other, body and soul.” She took Rehana’s left nipple and gently twirled it between her fingers.

“After that, we moved in together. We were lovers for 6 months.” She moved to the other nipple. 

“It was during that time that I met my husband. Those were good times for me, Rehana, until Geetha met a man and took off.” She pulled gently on one nipple, then the other.

“After that, Murty and I started dating. We were married around my 21st birthday, and Prasad was born just before my 22nd.” She leaned over slowly, taking Rehana’s right nipple between her teeth, biting and tugging gently, as Rehana squirmed slowly beneath her.