27-12-2018, 12:28 AM
"ab sidhe apne kamare me jana aur khabardar jo phir game khelane laga.", she said getting up from the sofa.
" . . .mai plates sink me rakh ke, thoda fresh hokar aati hun ",
". . . aur mera intezar karna" she seductively said " aur aise hi rakhana ise" she winked towards his boner.
"mummy ye to aisa hi rahega, mai to chah kar ke bhi ise jhuka nai sakta", he said matter-of-factly.
He went to basin on the hall to wash and then directly went to his room and jumped directly on the bed. Lying on his back, he looked up at the ceiling, he couldn't believe that this was happening. His eyes forgot to blink and he was smiling like he was on some sort of drugs. His cock was hard and strained on his pants. Following his mother's instruction to wearing less, he was not wearing underwear inside. He wasn't feeling shy at all and thought about stripping whatever cloth he was wearing and wait for her completely naked, just like the day when he came out of her womb. However, he was loving the naughty and seductress part of his mother and wanted her to strip him and pull his pant.
Roshani was doing final touch up in her bedroom. She had read in internet that man like sleeping with married woman. Sleeping with wives of other man, the act of committing adultery gives a boost to the excitement. Even She could feel that excitement right now. In her marriage of two decades she had done several things that she hadn't told her husband. She had flirted, kissed, let her boobs and ass get fondled and even gave handjobs and blowjobs some times, but all that happened in the heat of moment in crowded places like parties. But she never spent leisurely time, in the bed, with a secret lover, which is what she was going to do with her son, even though in the name of therapy.
To heighten his arousal she decided to go in his room as a married woman, a desi married woman, in a typical desi attire that desi boys fantasize. She wore a nice round bindi on her forehead and put 2 - 3 dozens of bangles in her hands. She generously put sindoor on her hair parting as she saw in daily soaps.
Last but not the least, she opened her closet and took out a mangal-sutra that she had purchased from street last year when she went with her husband to kolkala in one of his business visits. It had thick threads of sacred black beads with a big shiny golden triangular pendent. She wore it and saw that it reached the center of her big boobs and it's golden pendent lingered around her deep mouth-watering cleavage.
For future, in later stages of this therapy, she had plans to invite her son to his room and fuck him in her marital bed in the absence of her husband. She knew it's a fantasy many man to fuck a bride in her marital bed and she knew many women who liked it too, herself included.
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" . . .mai plates sink me rakh ke, thoda fresh hokar aati hun ",
". . . aur mera intezar karna" she seductively said " aur aise hi rakhana ise" she winked towards his boner.
"mummy ye to aisa hi rahega, mai to chah kar ke bhi ise jhuka nai sakta", he said matter-of-factly.
He went to basin on the hall to wash and then directly went to his room and jumped directly on the bed. Lying on his back, he looked up at the ceiling, he couldn't believe that this was happening. His eyes forgot to blink and he was smiling like he was on some sort of drugs. His cock was hard and strained on his pants. Following his mother's instruction to wearing less, he was not wearing underwear inside. He wasn't feeling shy at all and thought about stripping whatever cloth he was wearing and wait for her completely naked, just like the day when he came out of her womb. However, he was loving the naughty and seductress part of his mother and wanted her to strip him and pull his pant.
Roshani was doing final touch up in her bedroom. She had read in internet that man like sleeping with married woman. Sleeping with wives of other man, the act of committing adultery gives a boost to the excitement. Even She could feel that excitement right now. In her marriage of two decades she had done several things that she hadn't told her husband. She had flirted, kissed, let her boobs and ass get fondled and even gave handjobs and blowjobs some times, but all that happened in the heat of moment in crowded places like parties. But she never spent leisurely time, in the bed, with a secret lover, which is what she was going to do with her son, even though in the name of therapy.
To heighten his arousal she decided to go in his room as a married woman, a desi married woman, in a typical desi attire that desi boys fantasize. She wore a nice round bindi on her forehead and put 2 - 3 dozens of bangles in her hands. She generously put sindoor on her hair parting as she saw in daily soaps.
Last but not the least, she opened her closet and took out a mangal-sutra that she had purchased from street last year when she went with her husband to kolkala in one of his business visits. It had thick threads of sacred black beads with a big shiny golden triangular pendent. She wore it and saw that it reached the center of her big boobs and it's golden pendent lingered around her deep mouth-watering cleavage.
For future, in later stages of this therapy, she had plans to invite her son to his room and fuck him in her marital bed in the absence of her husband. She knew it's a fantasy many man to fuck a bride in her marital bed and she knew many women who liked it too, herself included.
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