27-09-2025, 01:55 PM
Abhi stood, slowly climbing onto the bed, closing the distance between them.
She couldn’t lift her gaze, her face burning. Abhi gently but decisively pushed her back against the pillows, his hands brushing hers away from her chest, pinning them to the mattress.
He stood, sliding off his shorts, his slender erection throbbing with anticipation. Settling over her, he felt Madhuri’s body yield beneath him, her earlier resistance fading into a subtle invitation.
Madhuri’s eyes widened, her body instinctively retreating. "He’s coming for me… because of what I did," she thought, regret flooding her senses.
He took off his shirt, his voice soft but firm. “Look up, Mom. Look into my eyes.”
She couldn’t lift her gaze, her face burning. Abhi gently but decisively pushed her back against the pillows, his hands brushing hers away from her chest, pinning them to the mattress.
“Abhi, stop… What are you doing? I’m your mother,” Madhuri protested, her voice shaky, though a hidden spark of excitement urged her not to push him away.
Abhi’s eyes locked onto hers, unwavering. “I know, mom. But.. I can't control,” he murmured, easing himself onto her, his head hovering near her chest before he gently took a nipple into his mouth.
Madhuri turned her head, biting her shoulder to stifle a gasp. “No, sweetie… ahh…”
Abhi’s voice was low, teasing. “I can still picture it, you know... how you slowly bent down, naked, and sat on my face. That taste… it’s still with me.” He reached for her other nipple, his lips closing around it. “Let me taste this too.”
He stood, sliding off his shorts, his slender erection throbbing with anticipation. Settling over her, he felt Madhuri’s body yield beneath him, her earlier resistance fading into a subtle invitation.
His weak chest grazed her breasts as he wrapped his arms around her, seeking her gaze. She turned her face away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, avoiding his eyes.
“Mom..” he murmured, voice soft but eager, leaning closer to find her lips.
She shifted her head slightly, dodging his kiss. “Don’t,” she whispered, her voice a mix of shyness and hesitation.
“Please...,” he urged gently, his breath warm against her cheek, still chasing that connection.
His erection nudged below, searching for her slit as she subtly shifted, feigning resistance. Her warm breath stirred memories of her motherhood, and he captured her lips in a sudden, fervent kiss. His hand slid down, finding her pussy, and he guided himself, easing into her slowly.