27-12-2018, 12:20 AM
After her son left for his room she immediately closed the door of the bathroom and lifting her saree slipped her fingers inside her panty and rubbed her pussy lips and her thumb played with her clitoris.
She like to keep her pubic fuzz nicely trimmed into a small velvety curtain but lately due to lack of attention from her husband her pubic hair had grown. Just like her son she also had the most exciting experience of her life. She didn't extoll it in front of him but the moment he took down his underwear, her pussy quivered had started leaking juices, just by looking at his engorged manhood. It was bigger than her husband by a large margin and thickness must have been equal to her three digits. It looked so strong that she wanted to hold it more than he wanted it to be held.
Going weak in her knees, she slipped to the floor and continued furiously fingering her pussy, with her back on the door of the bathroom, with her eyes closed. All the while she thought about his mighty dick and the erotic bath she just gave her son. She haphazardly stripped out her her saree and got rid of her blouse and petticoat. Completely naked she scooted under the shower and pointing the fast shower-stream on her pussy to seek some relief patting her clit with not so gentle slaps.
She had enjoyed teasing him more than she had thought. She couldn't wait to hold his dick in her hand and jerk him off to orgasm, however long he takes!!!!!!!!
She finished the bath. First thing she did after coming out was to order the food as she didn't want to waste her time in cooking when in that time she could be playing with her son's giant cock. She was aware that she was making it more about herself, instead, her main concern should have been her son's therapy. She couldn't afford to let her lust expose herself in front of her son. She will have to act as if she were doing it for him so that he could cum easily and get his confidence back and her pleasure is only a part of it.
Vikky in his room was dreaming with open eyes. Everything looked too surreal to be true. He hoped that she would come wearing something sexy, like a saree. He knew his mother's closet was filled with all types of sarees which made her look gracefully sexy.
When Roshani was going through her closet, her eyes stuck at a red colored saree. It had golden border and she had got a lot of compliments for that saree in a party and decide to go for that one. She wore a dark greenish blouse which had red patches in the front of it where most of her boob-meat rested and her blouse was stretched to the limit trying to contain all the delightful massiveness of her large mammaries. It was a deep U-neck blouse and had small hooks on the front. Hooks were only four in number and were covered by decorative lace and weren't visible. The first hook itself was shamelessly low around the center of her giant breast and rest three under it. Consequently, it exposed deep cleavage and all of her big inner fleshy breasts. Back of the blouse was deep but wasn't as scandalous as front, because it's common to have 2-3 inches of back in modern household.
The scandalous thing was there and that was absence of bra. Her heavy tits were touching the fabric of blouse and the indent of her nipples were visible as it was then and were going to be even more prominent if she got aroused, something which was inevitable.
She tied her saree far below her deep alluring navel and on the back it was just above her ass-crack leaving vast expanse of naked waist and belly on display. She did use her pallu to cover her sexy curves but did it in way to tantalize her young lover boy. Her right breast was on complete display in all it's roundness and she had put the pallu in a way so that she could maneuver it to show her cleavage and hide it whenever she desired.
She was thinking of tying her low-midriff-reaching hair up to above her neck to show her naked back but then changed it in a hair-style so that it ended just on the blouse line and covered most of the nakedness but still gave a lot feast to the admirer. She had tied it in a way that that she could open it whenever she wanted to seduce her young lover.
When she was almost done with applying some make-up and doing her hair she heard the door bell and thought it must be food. "Good timing, I am done", she thought. She herself received the delivery knowing that his son would be habitually busy in his video games.
Just to be a little naughty she decided to pay the delivery boy with her cleavage slightly exposed. She took her time in counting the notes, in front of him and let the lucky guy get some memorable voyeur pleasure. She could feel his eyes on her cleavage and when she handed him the money, she gave him sweetest smile he had seen in his life. She was naughty and never refrained from harmless fun.
Covering her cleavage by adjusting her pallu, she went to Vikky's room, and like a mother calls her son, she said -
"Food's ready, chal khana kha le",
She saw that he was wearing a half pant and a loose vest-like sleeveless.
He stood up to take a look at his mother and was flabbergasted at her sexy look. He took a leisurely look from her feet to her head. She enjoyed his eyes gazing on her, her own son brazenly checking her out . . . She was filling excited.
"Mummy, you are looking very very beautiful", he said earnestly.
"kyun maal nahi lag rahi hun???", jokingly she said.
"sundar bhi aur maal bhi . . khush?",
"thank you beta, tujhe pasand aai ye saree", she asked looking into his eyes.
"bahut..."
She took a few slow steps in his direction to close the gap between them. "Aaj specially tere liye hi pahni hai ye saree", sexily she added.
"Sach", his eyes lit up with excitement that his mother was all dressed up to lure him.
"much", she smiled.
"Mummy can I hug you?", he asked like an innocent baby.
"AAahhhhh. . . . Offcourse. . . my sweet baby, ye bhi koi puchane ki baat hai",
"Aaaaaaja mera pyara beta", she sang like a mother sings for her son, curling her hand around him .
"Aaaaaa-ja mummy ke pass",
Without wasting a single second his hands curled around her back. He didn't make any extra effort to touch the bare skin on her back and enjoyed the motherly embrace of his loving voluptuous mother. She was short and his lower chest felt the heavy suppleness of her big mammaries summoning immediate rising and hardening of his penis.
She brought her one hand up and caressed his back and with other caressed the hair.
"Mai soch raha tha ki aap koi saree hi pahano", he said as he rested in his. "you look good in everything but I like the desi look in saree most",
"mujhe pata hai buddhu",
They hugged for a minute. She couldn't feel his erection growing and pressing on her belly.
"Beta pahale khana kha lete hain ", she said separating him, waiting to touch and hold his penis was getting difficult for her also. "uske baad phir se pakad lena mummy ko. . . . ",
" . . . . apne bistar me" she whispered.
"Mummy mujhe bhukh nai lagi hai",
"par mujhe to lagi hai, chal mere saath tu bhi kha le," bringing her lips "vaise bhi bahut kuch karna hai bistar me, tujhe energy ki jarurat hogi", she smiled and pulling him by her hand started walking towards the dining table where food was waiting for them.
He could see that her breasts moved more than usual as she made the move, it wasn't difficult for the horny boy to understand that his hot buxom mother was bra-less. He legged behind a little as she took him out of his bedroom, pulling him by holding his hand, and admired her back. Blouse looked sexy and her hair flew slightly from side to side on her back as she walked, her naked back playing a nice teasing game with his ogling eyes.
Roshani knew that her son was legging to admire her back and she let his hand go and let him take a good look of her back. She walked naturally and her wide saree clad hips sways from side to side. Vikky took in the sight of her big ass-globes, clinging to her red saree, going up and down, one ass-cheek at a time. At that moment, He wanted to grab and spank her.
As she reached the dining table, she seductively turned her head back to find at her handsome son shamelessly looking at her bottom. She smiled.
.
She like to keep her pubic fuzz nicely trimmed into a small velvety curtain but lately due to lack of attention from her husband her pubic hair had grown. Just like her son she also had the most exciting experience of her life. She didn't extoll it in front of him but the moment he took down his underwear, her pussy quivered had started leaking juices, just by looking at his engorged manhood. It was bigger than her husband by a large margin and thickness must have been equal to her three digits. It looked so strong that she wanted to hold it more than he wanted it to be held.
Going weak in her knees, she slipped to the floor and continued furiously fingering her pussy, with her back on the door of the bathroom, with her eyes closed. All the while she thought about his mighty dick and the erotic bath she just gave her son. She haphazardly stripped out her her saree and got rid of her blouse and petticoat. Completely naked she scooted under the shower and pointing the fast shower-stream on her pussy to seek some relief patting her clit with not so gentle slaps.
She had enjoyed teasing him more than she had thought. She couldn't wait to hold his dick in her hand and jerk him off to orgasm, however long he takes!!!!!!!!
She finished the bath. First thing she did after coming out was to order the food as she didn't want to waste her time in cooking when in that time she could be playing with her son's giant cock. She was aware that she was making it more about herself, instead, her main concern should have been her son's therapy. She couldn't afford to let her lust expose herself in front of her son. She will have to act as if she were doing it for him so that he could cum easily and get his confidence back and her pleasure is only a part of it.
Vikky in his room was dreaming with open eyes. Everything looked too surreal to be true. He hoped that she would come wearing something sexy, like a saree. He knew his mother's closet was filled with all types of sarees which made her look gracefully sexy.
When Roshani was going through her closet, her eyes stuck at a red colored saree. It had golden border and she had got a lot of compliments for that saree in a party and decide to go for that one. She wore a dark greenish blouse which had red patches in the front of it where most of her boob-meat rested and her blouse was stretched to the limit trying to contain all the delightful massiveness of her large mammaries. It was a deep U-neck blouse and had small hooks on the front. Hooks were only four in number and were covered by decorative lace and weren't visible. The first hook itself was shamelessly low around the center of her giant breast and rest three under it. Consequently, it exposed deep cleavage and all of her big inner fleshy breasts. Back of the blouse was deep but wasn't as scandalous as front, because it's common to have 2-3 inches of back in modern household.
The scandalous thing was there and that was absence of bra. Her heavy tits were touching the fabric of blouse and the indent of her nipples were visible as it was then and were going to be even more prominent if she got aroused, something which was inevitable.
She tied her saree far below her deep alluring navel and on the back it was just above her ass-crack leaving vast expanse of naked waist and belly on display. She did use her pallu to cover her sexy curves but did it in way to tantalize her young lover boy. Her right breast was on complete display in all it's roundness and she had put the pallu in a way so that she could maneuver it to show her cleavage and hide it whenever she desired.
She was thinking of tying her low-midriff-reaching hair up to above her neck to show her naked back but then changed it in a hair-style so that it ended just on the blouse line and covered most of the nakedness but still gave a lot feast to the admirer. She had tied it in a way that that she could open it whenever she wanted to seduce her young lover.
When she was almost done with applying some make-up and doing her hair she heard the door bell and thought it must be food. "Good timing, I am done", she thought. She herself received the delivery knowing that his son would be habitually busy in his video games.
Just to be a little naughty she decided to pay the delivery boy with her cleavage slightly exposed. She took her time in counting the notes, in front of him and let the lucky guy get some memorable voyeur pleasure. She could feel his eyes on her cleavage and when she handed him the money, she gave him sweetest smile he had seen in his life. She was naughty and never refrained from harmless fun.
Covering her cleavage by adjusting her pallu, she went to Vikky's room, and like a mother calls her son, she said -
"Food's ready, chal khana kha le",
She saw that he was wearing a half pant and a loose vest-like sleeveless.
He stood up to take a look at his mother and was flabbergasted at her sexy look. He took a leisurely look from her feet to her head. She enjoyed his eyes gazing on her, her own son brazenly checking her out . . . She was filling excited.
"Mummy, you are looking very very beautiful", he said earnestly.
"kyun maal nahi lag rahi hun???", jokingly she said.
"sundar bhi aur maal bhi . . khush?",
"thank you beta, tujhe pasand aai ye saree", she asked looking into his eyes.
"bahut..."
She took a few slow steps in his direction to close the gap between them. "Aaj specially tere liye hi pahni hai ye saree", sexily she added.
"Sach", his eyes lit up with excitement that his mother was all dressed up to lure him.
"much", she smiled.
"Mummy can I hug you?", he asked like an innocent baby.
"AAahhhhh. . . . Offcourse. . . my sweet baby, ye bhi koi puchane ki baat hai",
"Aaaaaaja mera pyara beta", she sang like a mother sings for her son, curling her hand around him .
"Aaaaaa-ja mummy ke pass",
Without wasting a single second his hands curled around her back. He didn't make any extra effort to touch the bare skin on her back and enjoyed the motherly embrace of his loving voluptuous mother. She was short and his lower chest felt the heavy suppleness of her big mammaries summoning immediate rising and hardening of his penis.
She brought her one hand up and caressed his back and with other caressed the hair.
"Mai soch raha tha ki aap koi saree hi pahano", he said as he rested in his. "you look good in everything but I like the desi look in saree most",
"mujhe pata hai buddhu",
They hugged for a minute. She couldn't feel his erection growing and pressing on her belly.
"Beta pahale khana kha lete hain ", she said separating him, waiting to touch and hold his penis was getting difficult for her also. "uske baad phir se pakad lena mummy ko. . . . ",
" . . . . apne bistar me" she whispered.
"Mummy mujhe bhukh nai lagi hai",
"par mujhe to lagi hai, chal mere saath tu bhi kha le," bringing her lips "vaise bhi bahut kuch karna hai bistar me, tujhe energy ki jarurat hogi", she smiled and pulling him by her hand started walking towards the dining table where food was waiting for them.
He could see that her breasts moved more than usual as she made the move, it wasn't difficult for the horny boy to understand that his hot buxom mother was bra-less. He legged behind a little as she took him out of his bedroom, pulling him by holding his hand, and admired her back. Blouse looked sexy and her hair flew slightly from side to side on her back as she walked, her naked back playing a nice teasing game with his ogling eyes.
Roshani knew that her son was legging to admire her back and she let his hand go and let him take a good look of her back. She walked naturally and her wide saree clad hips sways from side to side. Vikky took in the sight of her big ass-globes, clinging to her red saree, going up and down, one ass-cheek at a time. At that moment, He wanted to grab and spank her.
As she reached the dining table, she seductively turned her head back to find at her handsome son shamelessly looking at her bottom. She smiled.
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