27-12-2018, 12:29 AM
Obeying her instruction she had given earlier, he didn't push her saree away and kissed her through the saree pallu that covered some portion of her belly and big boobs. Moving up he rubbed his face all over her big boobs. Womanly scent emanating from her body filled his nostril and a helpless audible moan escaped his mouth "Ummmmmmmmmm", then another ""Ummmmmmmmmmmm".
She was also loving her son's handling of her body. It was restrained but it was joyful. His lips reached her navel and she felt him circle the tip of his tongue around it and when he was done, he dipped the tongue forcefully in her navel and closed her lips around it and sucked. As they lay sideways, His hand was on her back and he pushed her from behind. He did that again and then again.
An unpremeditated moan escaped her lips."Aaahhhhhhhhhh" She loved the sensation and her nipples started getting hard not to mention her already drench pussy started licking more juices. At the moment, she couldn't finger herself in front of her son but she could attend to her neglected breasts and she did that with her left hand as her right hand pressed his head onto her belly where her son was smooching with her deep navel. Another long moan escaped "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh"
Her husband wasn't into navel play and she had no idea that her boy liked navel so much that he was making love to it for several minutes. He was helping her discover that she had a tiny hidden source of pleasure that she was unaware of even after two decades of marriage. For a second she forgot who was helping whom!!!!!!!!
In the heat of the moment she had unknowingly pushed her pallu away completely and he was soon kissing her all over her belly and boobs. He pressed his left cheek on her right boob and left cheek on her left boob by keeping his nose at the center of her deep cleavage. Getting enslaved by his ministration she pressed his head on her breasts, burying his nose deep inside his cleavage and couldn't stop herself from uttering the words "AAAhhh betaaaaa ajhhhhh".
The utterance of words invigorated the young man more than she could think. He was making his own mother moan with pleasure and take his name. Wowwww, he thought getting buried deeper inside her motherly bosoms. He was on heaven and so was she.
Pushing his head she made him press his lips on her hard nipples one at a time. He was loving it. What young boy wouldn't love snuggling his head in the big juicy breasts of his mother and sucking on her poking nipple, even if covered by blouse.
"Ahhhh betaaa," she encouraged.
He kissed on the naked exposed part of her breasts and rubbed his nose on it. Sniffing audibly he tried to take the fragrance of soft large bosoms of his sweet loving mummy.
He could spend his life switching between those two globes and the cleavage between, but instinctively his lips reached again on the her lips and she started sucking his tongue as their lips pressed. She pulled him through his hair and with her other hand pulled his hand on her recently neglected breasts.
"daba beta dabaaa" she said,in the heat of the moment, momentarily breaking the kiss " jor se dabaaaa", and resumed after uttering the necessary words. She was out of breath and so was he.
He followed and now the mother and son were making out literally with no sense of therapy. Their eyes were closed. They lay sideways, he on her left and she on her right, her pallu crumpled somewhere under them and her big juicy melons exposed, his right hand fondling her right womanly orbs his fingers occasionally sinking in the valley and pressing the left one as much as he could. He tried to push the finger inside her blouse but it was extremely tight. His right leg was above her both legs and left leg under them. He had crossed his legs under his ankle. He also slipped his left hand under her.
His cock and balls snuggled near her abdomen. His balls were nestled where her saree was tucked, with the head of his penis touching her naked navel. He was slowly jerking his hips getting friction from her naked belly and saree knot.
They had forgotten the sense of time as both mother and son were enjoying the cuddling, fondling, kissing and dry-humping.
His cock was leaking precum and she could feel it in and around her navel. She had brought the baby oil but didn't think it would be of any use. Even thought it should have been centered around his son, the session had invigorated her sexuality and the fact that his son was breathing faster she hoped that he was also enjoying and would reward her by cumming in the end.
It's been the longest make-out session of their life. Her husband was a very nice and caring man but not as romantic and sexual as her son. They kissed for few minutes and then he got down to fucking. He was good but paled in comparison with her son, who was indefatigably kissing, fondling, and humping for, god only knows, how long and he was nowhere near cumming any sooner.
And as she thought about that she realized that all good things have to come to an end and it's her responsibility to make her son cum.
She broke the kiss and separated her body and sat down facing away from him. She pulled the saree pallu and covered her breasts.
She was also loving her son's handling of her body. It was restrained but it was joyful. His lips reached her navel and she felt him circle the tip of his tongue around it and when he was done, he dipped the tongue forcefully in her navel and closed her lips around it and sucked. As they lay sideways, His hand was on her back and he pushed her from behind. He did that again and then again.
An unpremeditated moan escaped her lips."Aaahhhhhhhhhh" She loved the sensation and her nipples started getting hard not to mention her already drench pussy started licking more juices. At the moment, she couldn't finger herself in front of her son but she could attend to her neglected breasts and she did that with her left hand as her right hand pressed his head onto her belly where her son was smooching with her deep navel. Another long moan escaped "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh"
Her husband wasn't into navel play and she had no idea that her boy liked navel so much that he was making love to it for several minutes. He was helping her discover that she had a tiny hidden source of pleasure that she was unaware of even after two decades of marriage. For a second she forgot who was helping whom!!!!!!!!
In the heat of the moment she had unknowingly pushed her pallu away completely and he was soon kissing her all over her belly and boobs. He pressed his left cheek on her right boob and left cheek on her left boob by keeping his nose at the center of her deep cleavage. Getting enslaved by his ministration she pressed his head on her breasts, burying his nose deep inside his cleavage and couldn't stop herself from uttering the words "AAAhhh betaaaaa ajhhhhh".
The utterance of words invigorated the young man more than she could think. He was making his own mother moan with pleasure and take his name. Wowwww, he thought getting buried deeper inside her motherly bosoms. He was on heaven and so was she.
Pushing his head she made him press his lips on her hard nipples one at a time. He was loving it. What young boy wouldn't love snuggling his head in the big juicy breasts of his mother and sucking on her poking nipple, even if covered by blouse.
"Ahhhh betaaa," she encouraged.
He kissed on the naked exposed part of her breasts and rubbed his nose on it. Sniffing audibly he tried to take the fragrance of soft large bosoms of his sweet loving mummy.
He could spend his life switching between those two globes and the cleavage between, but instinctively his lips reached again on the her lips and she started sucking his tongue as their lips pressed. She pulled him through his hair and with her other hand pulled his hand on her recently neglected breasts.
"daba beta dabaaa" she said,in the heat of the moment, momentarily breaking the kiss " jor se dabaaaa", and resumed after uttering the necessary words. She was out of breath and so was he.
He followed and now the mother and son were making out literally with no sense of therapy. Their eyes were closed. They lay sideways, he on her left and she on her right, her pallu crumpled somewhere under them and her big juicy melons exposed, his right hand fondling her right womanly orbs his fingers occasionally sinking in the valley and pressing the left one as much as he could. He tried to push the finger inside her blouse but it was extremely tight. His right leg was above her both legs and left leg under them. He had crossed his legs under his ankle. He also slipped his left hand under her.
His cock and balls snuggled near her abdomen. His balls were nestled where her saree was tucked, with the head of his penis touching her naked navel. He was slowly jerking his hips getting friction from her naked belly and saree knot.
They had forgotten the sense of time as both mother and son were enjoying the cuddling, fondling, kissing and dry-humping.
His cock was leaking precum and she could feel it in and around her navel. She had brought the baby oil but didn't think it would be of any use. Even thought it should have been centered around his son, the session had invigorated her sexuality and the fact that his son was breathing faster she hoped that he was also enjoying and would reward her by cumming in the end.
It's been the longest make-out session of their life. Her husband was a very nice and caring man but not as romantic and sexual as her son. They kissed for few minutes and then he got down to fucking. He was good but paled in comparison with her son, who was indefatigably kissing, fondling, and humping for, god only knows, how long and he was nowhere near cumming any sooner.
And as she thought about that she realized that all good things have to come to an end and it's her responsibility to make her son cum.
She broke the kiss and separated her body and sat down facing away from him. She pulled the saree pallu and covered her breasts.
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