Roshani helps her son in his therapy

[akshatha]

"kya hua mummy, maine kuch galat kiya kya?", he asked thoughtfully.

"kya tujhe maja aaya?"

"haan",

"to phir tune kuch galat nai kiya", she smiled. ". . . but I guess we can do it forever" she said smiling " now we seriously have to focus on your penis", she said turning back, cheerful as always.

"I guess you are right", he replied. "I enjoyed kissing you there", he said pointing at her breasts, now well covered in her pallu.

"well mister, you did a lot more than just kiss", she teasingly said.

"you pulled me there and you had said I could do whatever came to my mind", he said defensively.

"I am not complaining .. . .buddhu",she giggled. "Breasts to sabhi ko pasand hote hain but I had no idea you are such a navel lover, guess ab mujhe navel dikhane wale kapade jyada pahanane padenge",

"jo maan me aaya wo kiya aur itana achcha laga ki , for the first time I felt orgasm building without touching myself with my hands",

"Seriously!!!!!! ", she was very happy to hear that. It was an improvement in the first session itself. "you never felt that before", she said.

" . . .I know it doesn't matter much but mujhe bhi bahut maja aaya", she added boosting his confidence. "you are really good and any girl would be very lucky to be with you", she wasn't lying but it had a positive effect on him.

"for now, I am going to make cumming a little easier for you", she said.

"how?"

She removed the pallu from her shoulder in one go "like this", she said "hope you would like to look at mamma's big boobs and deep cleavage",

She said seductively, displaying her big mountain of tits and deep valley formed between them. The black beads of mangal-sutra with its triangular pendent resting at the center of her cleavage looked exotic. Red fabric of blouse was pushed to it's limit and it's green patten in the middle made it look more stretched and her breasts heavy. The fabric was wet with perspiration around her arm-pit and he had sucked on her nipples from over the blouse making it wet there.

As she flashed her womanly treasure to her son, she was feeling excited as well. Her breathing got heavier and her motherly bosom nicely packed in her tight blouse, rose and fell on her chest in rhythm with her breathing.

His eyes were never this confused to where to focus. First, he looked her pretty face, her hair was slightly disheveled and sindoor was dispersed in her hair and forehead. Her face was glistening with sweat and her lips were slightly open, the very lips, that he had spend last hour or so, kissing like a madmen.

Then his eyes traveled down her erotically oscillating big boobs and the sacred mangalsutra lying where his was buried minutes ago, her poking nipples that he had sucked and make her mother moan with pleasure.

Next, He looked at her fleshy belly and the sweet, enticing bellybutton, the very bellybutton he had dipped his tongue inside and made his mother discover an erogenous zone she wasn't aware about.

The beautiful inviting navel winked at him as Roshani contorted her belly a little to make come out of his daydreaming. Their eyes met she gave a sexy smile.

His dick jumped on its own when she took her palm under her heavy boobs and hefted them shamelessly, making the upper exposed boob-meat jiggle, her beautiful and naughty smile were doing magic for his straining cock dripping precum.

“kaise lage mere boobs?”, she asked rhetorically.

"koi gay bhi hoga to straight ho jayega", he praised and she giggled at his flattery like a sexy girl.

In the preparation of the long jerking of his tenacious cock, she placed the big bolster-pillow on the side and two-three other pillows on top that. She again lied sideways placing her arms on the pillows so that her breasts rose up from the level of bed and her body got tilted up sideways. Her breasts looked absolutely delicious as right melon drooped a bit on top of left one making her cleavage look mouthwatering.