Roshani helps her son in his therapy
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He went and came with an scale and knocked on the door.

"mummyyyyy", he called.

"ek minute beta, change kar rahi hun",

"aaja andar beta", she called after some time.

He entered and found that she was changing into a green cotton saree that she often wore in the house. When he opened the door, she was almost done and was folding the pleats in front. She tucked it in.

"chal bathroom me", she took the scale from his hand and said.

"kyun?",

"are baba nahane aur kyun, aaj mai tujhe nahlaungi", she said casually.

"kya!!!", he was dumbstruck.

"kyun, nai nahala sakti kya, for your information, bachpan me mai hi nahlati thi tujhe",

". . . aur mummy ke nahlane me koi problem hai kya?",

"Nope", He got excited just listening to that.

The attached bathroom in his parents bedroom was twice the size of his and was equipped with double shower and a bathtub. Sometimes after his mother took bath, he went to their bathroom to take look at his mother's used bra and panty which she hung there. The mere sight of it filled him with excitement and the fact that his mother was naked in the bathroom minutes ago, the aroma of the room was very sexy and feminine.

They went inside. Her hair was tied in a bun and her back looked very sexy as her huge ass swayed erotically under saree and blouse looked extremely tight too. They went inside and she asked him to take off his clothes.

"Chal, ab fatafat ready ho ja nahane ke liye",

"I am ready mummy", he said.

She placed her hands on the side of her waist and showed mock anger. She looked very sexy in that pose.

"What happened now?", he asked.

"kapde pahan ke koi nahata hai kya?? . . .budhdhu kahinka . . . chal utar kapade", she said casually.

He took off his t-shirt and pajama that he had been wearing and came to only his underwear.

She took a few steps towards him and came right in front of him. "ye bhi mister", she smiled tugging at the elastic of his underwear."hame measure bhi to karna hai, bhul gaya ye scale kyun laya tha", she showed him scale and lightly hit his naked chest with it. His chest was covered with small fuzzy hair and she always found it very sexy and was expecting his crotch to be hairy too.

Some shyness still remained inside him.

"what did I tell you about no-shyness rule, chal ab utar apni underwear", she said with a smile.

He pulled his underwear down in one go. His erect cock sprang free and bumped with his belly. It was rock hard and looked at her in a saluting stance. It was partially covered in foreskin but his piss-hole was visible. She was delighted to look at it's size and girth and to add to her delight, there was a nice pubic growth at the base. It had been a long time, since she had seen such a hard penis.

She placed her hands on his arms. She looked up in his eyes and said-

"Dekha kuch hua kya, ab mummy se kya sharmana. . . ", She said adoringly in her caring motherly voice and holding him with her hand.

"Ab dekhate hain ye kitana lumba hai" she said and placed the tip of scale at the base and his cock came perallel to it.

"6.7 inch", she said happiled.

"Dekha maine kaha tha na 6 se 7 ke bich hai",

"you were right. . . ", " now it's bathing time" . .She took him under the shower and made him sit in a small stool. His dick bobbed up and down erotically as she made him move towards the stool. She didn't ogle at his dick rather looked at it from the side of her eyes, so as to not make him uncomfortable and conscious with his nudity.

He sat keeping his hand on his knees.

"Bachpan me rota tha jab mummy nahlati thi, aaj mister aaram se mummy ki baat maan rahe hain", she teased.

"tab mujhe pata nahi tha ki merie mummy kitani sexy hai. . . ", for the first time she refereed to her as sexy.

"kya kaha mummy ko", she said standing feigning cute anger.

"I mean beautiful. . . ",

"iska matlab mai sexy nahi hun . . . ",

"mujhe laga aapko gussa aaya mere sexy bolane par . . ",

She ruffled his hair lovingly with her soft fingers. "budhdhu hai . . . koi aurat apne liye sexy sunkar gussati hai kya aur wo bhi ek handsom ladke se. . ",

". . . agar wo aurat us ladke ki mummy hai to ho sakata hai ki gussa jaye ",

". . . lekin jab wo maa apne bete ko kiss kar sakti hai aur uske penis ka measurement le sakti aur use nanga kar ke nahala sakti hai to kya tab bhi wo gussayegi", she asked.

"I guess no",

"so mister, call me anything jo tujhe achcha lage, aur maine pahle bhi kaha tha naa ki tujhe mujhse bilkul bhi sharmane ki jarurat nahi hai ab se", she smiled.

"mummy mai actually bolna chahta ki aap ekdam 'maal' lagati ho", he teasing said and she lovingly slapped on his chest at his selection of colloquial word but liked it too.

She took the hand shower in her hand and started bathing him. She ran the stream on his legs and went up to wash his chest and back. She went back and forth and thoroughly showering his complete torso. She didn't pay much attention to his genitals but it got wet anyway.

She was pointing the shower with her left hand and rubbed his body with her right hand.

He was having the best time of his life. He had never thought that such a day would come. His cock was already hard as as steel but seemed to be getting harder and harder in her presence. He looked at her mother's beautiful face as she was more focused in spreading water on his body. The red sindoor on her hair parting and a round bindi on her forehead was giving her homily look. But soon his attention shifted to more delightful sight under her neck.

He could see deep cleavage between her partially exposed big tits and It was the deepest cleavage he had ever beheld in real. Reema had big boobs but stood nowhere in comparison to the enormous mature titties of his mother. A mangalsutra, the sign of her marital status hung low and made the sight very kinky for his eyes.

His eyes were glued to her big breasts when suddenly he heard her next command.

"Chal ab hath kinare kar aur taango ko faila", she said casually with a smile.

She had red handed caught him ogling her chest. They had reached a point where it didn't matter and he smiled back. She loved teasing and teasing her young son felt her with joy and excitement. The pose she was asking him to assume, was going to expose his hard dick and as he did that he felt a little exposed as he was giving unhindered view and unrestricted access of rock hard wet dick, to his mother.

Roshani knew the erotic sight she had presented for her son to ogle. She was completely aware of the effect it was having on her son. She had wore that saree on purpose and left two buttons unhooked of her four button blouse. She had haphazardly placed her pallu and it barely covered only one of her big meaty globes and bending had narrowed and darkened her deep cleavage. Even her bindi, sindoor and mangalsutra were premeditated.

As she pointed shower stream on his cock she saw it twitched and started flexing on its own.

"Ye kya kar raha hai, ek jagah nai rakh sakta", she said teasingly.

"Mummy kar nai raha hun, apne aap hi ho raha hai," He managed to say as his heartbeat increased with excitement.

"Ab itna machal raha hai to pakad na hath se"

He had fucked Reema and he had watched tons of porn but he had never been this excited as he was now with just her mother showering his penis with water stream and telling him to hold it still.

He didn't follow and boldly asked-"mummy aap hi pakado naa", he almost whispered as words lost it's intensity in the illicitness of demand despite the no-shyness-rule.

She remembered that doctor has said to go slow and if she was holding his penis within 1 hour of starting their session then process might get out of hand too quickly.

She smiled and bending a little and started to her son in sexy whispers.

"pakdungi. . . . . . jarur pakdungi. . . . . . .par abhi nahi", she was speaking with silence creating the tension in his head "Jab pahali bar pakadungi naa . . . . . . . . " she brought her face closer to his "to sirf pakdungi nai. . . . . . . . . . . . . "She brought her lips beside his left ear. His dick was getting showered with running water stream creating mind-blowing sensation. "balki dabaungi bhi. . . . khinchungi bhi . . . . aur jamkar hilaungi bhi. . . . . ", He was having the best time of his life. He had no idea that his mother was such an extra-ordinary seductress. For the first time in his life he felt orgasm building inside without even touching his cock. " . . . . . aur tab tak hilate rahungi jab tak tera favvara nai chut jayega ", she said finishing the last few words with giggles and shifted back looked at his face.

As their eyes met. He gulped his saliva. " jindagi bhar yaad rakhega mummy ka pahla handjob", she said

"ab bata abhi pakadun ki . . . . . . . . baad me . . . . . chain se . . . . . bister me lete lete", she said and as she finished she gave one of the most seductive smile.

"agar aisa hai to baad me hi padana . . . ", he managed to utter.

"Aur abhi pakadane ki kya jarurat hai dekh abhi bina touch kiye hi kitna maja aa raha hai tujhe",

After some time she took shampoo and washed his hair. His face was at the level of her tits and as she moved her hands her soft breasts jiggled erotically right in front of his eyes. She knew what she was doing. She saw that he had placed his hands on the side and looking down under her breasts he found his penis standing proudly.

"kuch karne ka man ho raha hai beta",she sweetly asked.

He knew what she was asking.

He had closed his eyes as shampoo's lather had spread on his face. She rinsed it off his face with water and made him look at her.

"Mere bare me maat soch, ki mai kya sochungi, bata, hilane ka man kar raha hai naa?", she asked in her motherly voice.

"obviously, ab erect hoga to hilane ka man to karega na. . ",

"to roka kisane hai beta. . . maine kaha mai nai pakadungi abhi lekin tu to padad hi sakta hai na . . . ,"she said.

"aaj se jab bhi tu mere sath hoga, ye mat sochana ki mai majak banaungi ya bura maan jaungi. . . . " she said lovingly and kissed on his wet lips "maa hun teri, koi gair nahi hun aur teri jarurat achche se samajhati hun", she cooed lovingly.

She went on to rinsing his hair and he continued to slowly jerk off his cock looking at his mother's big breasts and deep cleavage. It was euphoric to watch her move her hands as her breasts jiggled sexily before his eyes.

After his hair was done she leisurely applied soap all over his body, rubbing it pleasurably. He didn't talk much during the bath but she knew that it was because he was having a great time. When it came to applying soap on his dick she handed him soap and he applied the soap himself. She rinsed it his cock and whole body. The only place left was his ass as he was sitting.

"khade ho ja ab",

He did.

She took soap and applied on his bums but didn't go deep in the crack. Feeling of her soft hands on his bums had an effect in the front. "Baki tu saaf karle aaj, ", she handed him soap . "aur achche se saaf karna" she laughed and slapped his butt-cheek.

He cleaned and the most memorable bath of his life had come to an end.

She wiped his body with a towel like a mother does and he stood completely naked in front of his mother. If it were her husband, she would have been impressed. She recalled the early days of their marriage when they bathed together, he cummed within minutes of getting naked with her.

"Chal ja ab apne kamre me"she said but didn't gave him towel.

"Aise hi jaunga!!!",

"haan, ye towel mai washing machine me daal dungi baki kapdon ke saath and Don't worry doors and windows are closed", she said.

He followed and before he could exit she added naughtyly -
"aur kamre ma jakar jyada kapade pahanne ki jarurat nahi hain kyunki wo to utarane hi honge mere aane ke baad", she smiled and he went out of the bathroom, with a happy face with his bobbing cock leading his way.
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