9 hours ago
Salman, who had been caught red-handed, or rather, red-faced, stuttered, "I-I'm just fixing the AC, madam. Your son said it's okay."
Mom's expression grew stormier by the second. "What do you mean he said it's okay? Did he tell you to take your shirt off and strut around here like a peacock?"
Salman looked genuinely confused. "He just said I could borrow a shirt. I didn't think-"
"Don't you dare come near me!" Mom snapped, her eyes blazing. She grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around herself even tighter. "Turn around, I need to get dressed!"
Mom stomped over to the chair where her towel lay discarded, her eyes flickering from Salman's face to his makeshift loincloth. The moment she reached for the towel, her gaze fell upon the unmistakable sight of his engorged member. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just any dick; this was a monstrous, throbbing beast that seemed to defy gravity as it swung between his legs. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she took an involuntary step back, the towel slipping slightly and exposing more of her ample breasts and thigh. It was clear from her expression that she had never seen anything quite like it before, and the sheer size of it seemed to paralyze her with a mix of fear and awe. Her eyes darted up to meet Salman's, and the look of mortification on her face was almost comical. She looked like she'd just walked in on a live porn shoot in her own home. But amidst the embarrassment, there was something else too - a spark of curiosity, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. She knew she should be disgusted, but instead, she felt a strange, inexplicable thrill. She'd always heard of men with "big" dicks, but she'd never imagined it could be this... overwhelming.
Salman, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly turned around, his face a mask of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, madam," he stammered. "It was an accident."
Mom didn't respond, still processing the image burned into her retinas. She'd seen her fair share of cocks in her time - my dad's, of course, and a few of her ex-boyfriends' - but none had ever been so... impressive. Her heart was racing, and she could feel a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the heat outside. She knew she should be outraged, but the sight of him, standing there in her towel with his tool kit at his side, was doing things to her she hadn't felt in years.
With trembling hands, she snatched the towel from the chair and wrapped it around herself more securely. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "Just... just get dressed and finish fixing the AC," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "And don't let this happen again."
Salman fumbled with the towel, trying to reposition it to cover himself more effectively. His hands were shaking slightly, and it was clear that the encounter had affected him too. As he turned back to the AC unit, Mom couldn't help but steal another glance at his now slightly covered crotch. To her surprise, she noticed that the towel was tenting outwards, as if something was pushing against it. She felt a sudden, inappropriate urge to reach out and touch it, to confirm that what she'd seen was real. But she didn't. Instead, she moved to the bed, her own towel slipping slightly as she sat down, exposing more of her thigh. She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, but in reality, she was watching Salman's every move. He worked with a newfound urgency, his eyes avoiding hers as he focused on his task. It was then that she saw it - the tip of his cock peeking out from the towel, thick and veiny, as if it had a life of its own. It was as if the fabric was straining to contain the beast beneath it. Mom swallowed hard, her own arousal building as she stared at the sneaky glimpse of his manhood. She knew she should be appalled, but instead, she was... intrigued. Her mind raced with thoughts she'd never entertained before, and she felt a strange, almost irresistible pull towards him. She told herself she was just curious, that it was the shock of seeing something so unexpected, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. It was as if Salman had brought a forbidden fruit into her house, and she couldn't help but want to take a bite.
Mom hurriedly got off the bed, trying to ignore the sudden thrumming in her chest as she approached Salman. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. He pointed at the tool he needed, and she bent over to grab it, her towel riding up and exposing the cheeks of her ass. She felt his eyes on her, and it only served to make her more self-conscious. As she handed him the tool, their fingers brushed, and she felt an electric charge shoot through her. She stepped back, her knees feeling wobbly, and tried to act as if nothing had happened. But the look on Salman's face told her that he had felt it too. His eyes lingered on her body, and she could see the hunger in them. She knew that she should be outraged, but instead, she felt... excited. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she was powerless to stop it. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and she was acutely aware of his cock, which was now at eye level and begging for her attention.
As the house plunged into darkness, my heart skipped a beat. I had done it. The perfect opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn't resist the urge to stir the pot. I watched with bated breath as Mom's eyes went wide with shock, and she stumbled backwards. Her hand shot out to steady herself, and in a twist of fate, her trembling fingers grazed the head of Salman's cock. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she realized what had just happened. Salman, equally panicked, lost his balance and toppled backwards onto the bed, the towel finally giving way to reveal his full, erect length. Mom's knees buckled, and she tumbled towards him, the towel she was clutching around herself slipping away to reveal her naked body. Her breasts bounced as she fell, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear as their bodies collided. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional clank of Salman's tools falling to the floor. In that moment, I knew that the line had been crossed, and there was no going back.
Mom's expression grew stormier by the second. "What do you mean he said it's okay? Did he tell you to take your shirt off and strut around here like a peacock?"
Salman looked genuinely confused. "He just said I could borrow a shirt. I didn't think-"
"Don't you dare come near me!" Mom snapped, her eyes blazing. She grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around herself even tighter. "Turn around, I need to get dressed!"
Mom stomped over to the chair where her towel lay discarded, her eyes flickering from Salman's face to his makeshift loincloth. The moment she reached for the towel, her gaze fell upon the unmistakable sight of his engorged member. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just any dick; this was a monstrous, throbbing beast that seemed to defy gravity as it swung between his legs. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she took an involuntary step back, the towel slipping slightly and exposing more of her ample breasts and thigh. It was clear from her expression that she had never seen anything quite like it before, and the sheer size of it seemed to paralyze her with a mix of fear and awe. Her eyes darted up to meet Salman's, and the look of mortification on her face was almost comical. She looked like she'd just walked in on a live porn shoot in her own home. But amidst the embarrassment, there was something else too - a spark of curiosity, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. She knew she should be disgusted, but instead, she felt a strange, inexplicable thrill. She'd always heard of men with "big" dicks, but she'd never imagined it could be this... overwhelming.
Salman, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly turned around, his face a mask of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, madam," he stammered. "It was an accident."
Mom didn't respond, still processing the image burned into her retinas. She'd seen her fair share of cocks in her time - my dad's, of course, and a few of her ex-boyfriends' - but none had ever been so... impressive. Her heart was racing, and she could feel a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the heat outside. She knew she should be outraged, but the sight of him, standing there in her towel with his tool kit at his side, was doing things to her she hadn't felt in years.
With trembling hands, she snatched the towel from the chair and wrapped it around herself more securely. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "Just... just get dressed and finish fixing the AC," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "And don't let this happen again."
Salman fumbled with the towel, trying to reposition it to cover himself more effectively. His hands were shaking slightly, and it was clear that the encounter had affected him too. As he turned back to the AC unit, Mom couldn't help but steal another glance at his now slightly covered crotch. To her surprise, she noticed that the towel was tenting outwards, as if something was pushing against it. She felt a sudden, inappropriate urge to reach out and touch it, to confirm that what she'd seen was real. But she didn't. Instead, she moved to the bed, her own towel slipping slightly as she sat down, exposing more of her thigh. She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, but in reality, she was watching Salman's every move. He worked with a newfound urgency, his eyes avoiding hers as he focused on his task. It was then that she saw it - the tip of his cock peeking out from the towel, thick and veiny, as if it had a life of its own. It was as if the fabric was straining to contain the beast beneath it. Mom swallowed hard, her own arousal building as she stared at the sneaky glimpse of his manhood. She knew she should be appalled, but instead, she was... intrigued. Her mind raced with thoughts she'd never entertained before, and she felt a strange, almost irresistible pull towards him. She told herself she was just curious, that it was the shock of seeing something so unexpected, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. It was as if Salman had brought a forbidden fruit into her house, and she couldn't help but want to take a bite.
Mom hurriedly got off the bed, trying to ignore the sudden thrumming in her chest as she approached Salman. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. He pointed at the tool he needed, and she bent over to grab it, her towel riding up and exposing the cheeks of her ass. She felt his eyes on her, and it only served to make her more self-conscious. As she handed him the tool, their fingers brushed, and she felt an electric charge shoot through her. She stepped back, her knees feeling wobbly, and tried to act as if nothing had happened. But the look on Salman's face told her that he had felt it too. His eyes lingered on her body, and she could see the hunger in them. She knew that she should be outraged, but instead, she felt... excited. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she was powerless to stop it. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and she was acutely aware of his cock, which was now at eye level and begging for her attention.
As the house plunged into darkness, my heart skipped a beat. I had done it. The perfect opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn't resist the urge to stir the pot. I watched with bated breath as Mom's eyes went wide with shock, and she stumbled backwards. Her hand shot out to steady herself, and in a twist of fate, her trembling fingers grazed the head of Salman's cock. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she realized what had just happened. Salman, equally panicked, lost his balance and toppled backwards onto the bed, the towel finally giving way to reveal his full, erect length. Mom's knees buckled, and she tumbled towards him, the towel she was clutching around herself slipping away to reveal her naked body. Her breasts bounced as she fell, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear as their bodies collided. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional clank of Salman's tools falling to the floor. In that moment, I knew that the line had been crossed, and there was no going back.
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