Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Rehana asked, a concerned tone in her voice. 
Mukta leaned towards Rehana, feeling for her blindly, finding her. Lightly, she stroked the hair away from her best friend’s eyes, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. “Everything’s perfect.you will get that big lund in your cunt honey don’t worry your cunt will be filled

With a final quick kiss, she turned towards her son, finding him with her hands. Just as gently, she leaned in and gave him a kiss, before easing him down onto his back.

She placed her hands on his chest, pausing to admire the feel of his muscles before easing her leg over his body. With her cunt hovering over his once again erect cock, she removed her hands from his chest, took hold of his lund, and eased herself down until he was pressed against the lips of her pussy this lund was same size as Ganesh but much thicker and was filling her cunt much better and tighter then her husband ever had.

“Here we go, baby,” she said, almost in a whisper. Slowly, deliberately, she eased herself onto him, letting out a small gasp as his meat began filling her up. When she had completely engulfed him, she leaned forward until her breasts were resting on his chest, and sought out his lips with hers.

Their lips came together tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her. The gentleness of their embrace was a stark contrast to the events that had so recently transpired. As their lips lingered together, his hands wandered over her back to her buttocks. She groaned when he squeezed her, even the light squeeze bringing back painful memories. 

As their embrace continued, Mukta began slowly gyrating her hips, allowing the pleasure to build slowly. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her bosom against his chest.

And slowly, the pace picked up.

As their heat began to build, she broke the kiss and pushed herself upright, allowing her hands to rest on his stomach. And as his hands found their way back to her buttocks, they picked up the pace some more.

Mukta could feel the passion building, she was shouting oooooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssss yessssssssOOOOOOOOOOOOOH goddddddddd fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee I have never had such a big lun din my cunt yessssssssssssssssssssss”the familiar pings of ecstasy building in her loins. She purred softly when his hands engulfed her breasts, throwing her head back in pleasure.

And now she was pounding her pussy onto his shaft as he arched his pelvis towards her. She reached for his chest as he pulled on her nipples. Both mother and son moaned as their orgasms neared.

When it finally engulfed her, it was like no orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was the culmination of everything that had recently transpired. It was her and her son, even though she couldn’t see him, even though he hadn’t spoken a word, and even though she couldn’t be completely positive it was he. It was the dark and mysterious journey that Rehana and this stranger – her son – had guided her on. It was her journey into the world of submission.

After she’d collapsed onto his chest, they lay as they were, both panting for breath, both overwhelmed by their respective orgasms. It was several minutes when he rolled her off of him, sat up and rose to his feet. Mukta lay on her back, trying without success to see him through the blindfold. She listened to his footsteps as he left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him. She could barely make out the sound of him fiddling around in the living room before she heard the front door slam shut. And he was gone.

There was a tear in her eye when Rehana pulled off the blindfold. She bent over and gently kissed it, before snuggling up next to her friend.

They lay together well into the night, just holding each other. Sometime before the sun came up they made slow, gentle love together, before drifting back to sleep in each other’s arms.


True to his story, Prasad didn’t arrive home the next day until just before suppertime. The girls had spent a leisurely day together, accomplishing little. The highpoint of the day had been the morning shower they shared.

Mukta was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. She turned nervously as her son strolled in. Suddenly, she panicked. How should she act with him? What if it hadn’t been him? What if . . .

“Hi mom,” Prasad said easily, as if nothing had happened.

“Hi baby. How was your weekend?” she responded, turning to pick something up from the kitchen counter.

WHACK! The slap on her ass was sudden and as hard, if not harder than the ones from the day before.

She turned to him quickly, the shock on her face obvious. But the smile on his face wiped away any doubts.

“My weekend was fucking fabulous,” he answered. 

As he turned and walked away, Mukta turned quickly towards Rehana, who just stood there and shrugged her shoulders. “Boys,” was all she said. Rehana returned to her home town after the Bangalore project got started and took over by her hubby, who got busy with the working Bangalore and her son Salman was busy with his exams, Ravi had gone out for internship from the college ,