Previously: Deepa fucked by son Jaydeep - I
A fine rose wood carved big door stood right in front of us. She opened it. My mouth opened wide……………Ooohhh it was a huge hall. It had everything in it what a big posh flat would have ……………a big sofa set……… dining table, cupboard………. sit out in balcony and most importantly a big rosewood cot with a very luxurious bed.
Few sexy paintings adorned the wall of the bed room and to my surprise the entire bed room was decorated with flowers (jasmine, rose and many more flowers). In the middle of the bed a there was a love marking along with the wordings “Happy married life… Mr. and Mrs. Jaydeep” And on the corner of the bed many sweets, fruits and dry fruits were placed in silver plates.
The room was filled with a beautiful smelling incense stick. Over all it was a complete set up for a hot and sexy Honey moon, but whose honeymoon. It was a million dollar question. Did he invite his girl friend here and wanted me to meet her in this sexy room. A bad idea as the room was too erotic for such talks. Many things crossed my minds which needed explanation.
From his generous behavior in the day at the parlor to the room booked for Mr. and Mrs. Jaydep to this sexy honeymoon room, entire day’s events were dancing before my eyes. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing as it added more to my confusion. I looked at my son in total confusion he again not allowed me to talk before the receptionist.
The receptionist handed over the keys to my son. Jaydeep again said, “Thank you and we are not to be disturbed until we call.” She smiled naughtily and said, “We are not disturbing any newlywed couples…….. Especially, on their First Night or in their Honey moon suite. Please feel like home sir and madam.”
My son smiled and said something in her ear. It added fire to my anger for the attention Jaydeep was giving to her. Then I thought she might be confused because of my dressing and make up. It looked like I was a bride, so she was addressing me as Mrs. Jaydeep. I smiled in my mind.
Immediately I started asking questions, “What are these entire Jay? What are all these arrangements??????????? So you married a girl without my consent and made all arrangements for your Honeymoon???????????? You only bring me to bless both of you. Where is she?…….. Who is she????????????? Show me?????????
Kya woh achi khandhan ki ladki nahi hai??????? Kya wo sundar ladki nahi hai????????????? Tere saath padhnevali hai kya??????????” There were many questions which needed explanation. But my son replied smilingly, “Oohhh……..nahin maa…….. Maine abhi shaadi nahin kiya………….
Ladki pasand jaroor hai magar ladki ka bhi permission lena zaroori hai na…….Main to use pasand karta hu magar ye nahi pata ki wo mujhe pasand karti hai ki nahi………………. Mai usko bina pooche ye sabhi arrangements kiya kyon ki mujhe maloom hai ki wo zaroor permission degi…………. kyon ki mai use bachpan se janta hoon.”
I replied, “Arre beta…….. Pagal hai kya wo kaunsi aisi ladki hai jo tujhe bachapan se mallom hain aur main use nahi janti…….aisa koyi ladki maine tere saat nahi dekha………. tu mazaak kar raha hai na…………. sach sach bata bete……. mai yaha aane ke waqt se confusion me hoon.” Jaydeep, “Maa wo ladki thodi dari hui hai.”
I said as I was really confused, “Ooh kaha beta….. kaha chupa rakha hai usse……. mujhe use dikha na…… Aur wo dari hui kyu hai?” I started searching for her in room. Jaydeep my son said, “Kaha dhund rahi ho maa?????? wo bilkul mere samne hi hai.” It really angered me because nobody was there except me. He was joking with me for sure.
I was exasperated, “Idhar tere samne mere siva aur kohi nahi hai Jay.” My son smiled as if to reveal the secret now, “Haan…… maa…… wo ladki koyi aur nahi…… sirf aap ho maa…….. My girl is you mom. Main apse shaadi karna chahta hu.” He bent on to his knees in filmy style and said, “Will you marry me? You are my love of life. I will keep you happy all your life.”
I could not believe my ears. I was totally shocked; I never felt such a shock in my entire life, to hear this from my beloved one and that also from only son. He wanted me as his bride. He loved me….. Oh my dear lord…My son doesn’t have any girl in his life. That was a relief for me.
Suddenly I started feeling guilty….Maybe I should not do it as it is beyond the society’s acceptance…………What would the family members say to this alliance………Maybe I had dressed too offensively which made him think like that towards me….Maybe I should have stopped the arrangements that started in the morning culminating to this honeymoon suite.
My son said that I was his bride which I never imagined even in my dreams. For 5 minutes the room was under pin drop silence. Society would blame me for this. They would say I had enticed or seduced my son to marry me. I had to confront the situation now.
I recovered from shock and started abusing my son, “Ye kya bol raha hai? Haaram khor…….. Apni ma pe gandi nazar rakhta hai? Shayad mujhi se koi bahut badi galti ho gayi tujhe palne mein jiska mujhe ye sila mila hai. Maine tere liye dusri shadi nahi ki. Darti thi kahi mera pyar bant na jaye………Aur aaj tu mujhe ye din deekha raha hai.”
I went on and on and said many more harsh words until I got breathless due to excitement. Before that day I had never used such words for my son, “Hey bhagavan use maaph kar dena…… wo abhi bacha hai.” I was unstoppable for 15 minutes abusing him with loud voice. Thankfully the room was sound proof that’s why nobody heard my shouting.
For the entire period my son did not open his mouth. When I got cool he tried to convince me in polite manner. He opened his mouth, “Maa mai tera beta hoon……. mujh ko teri sukh ka sada chinta rahta hai……mujhe pata hai ki tune mere liye dusri shadi nahi ki……. ye tere liye sahi mauka hai…apne saare gham bhula de aur mujhse shadi kar le… tu mere liye bahut dukh sahi hai…
mujhe palne mein bahut mehanat ki hai……….mujhe hamesha teri fiqra padi hai mom……..I just want to give back what I got from you…….No women will share my love……… My unconditional love is only to you mom that’s why I don’t want any other girl as my wife. You are the women who filled my heart and soul mom.
Give a thought to my request……….think mom. I will wait for you whole life…If you won’t agree to marry me I will never marry just as you never remarried for my sake………I am not asking you to take this decision in hurry. But please don’t say no…… My life depends on you and your love.” I was in stupor not able to reply anything.
But I somehow managed to say, “Now I don’t know what to say beta…… Ab ek maa aapne bete se shaadi nahi kar sakti……Aisa karna paap hai aur hamara saamaj bhi isko nahi manega.” Before I could finish my sentence my son was ready with reply, “Maa saamaj ko chhodo……… Is samaaj ne tumko kya diya hai siwa nafrat ke …….. ye mujhe malum hai aur rahne do ye paap punya ki baaten…
sab bullshit hai…. wo bhi chhodo khud bhagavan ne aapni beti se shaadi ki…………. Rati Kamdev ki maa hoke aapne bete se shaadi ki. Man lo main kisi dusri ladki se shadi karta bhi hu to iska kya guarantee hai ki who mujeh tere jitna pyar degi…….Tumhare siwa kaun meri dekhbhal itne achche se karegi…………Kahi usne mujeh tere khilaf bhadka diya to……
Main kis ki side lunga teri ay uski??????????? Us waqt mujhe kaisa lagega?” Things changed so fast that he convinced me instead of me convincing him. His talks were making sense. I thought what is wrong in it. If two adults want to marry what has the society got to do with it. And who ever marries Jay will surely be very lucky so why not me.
In him I saw a very generous, caring and loving husband. The entire day, my pussy was on fire. Firstly the parlor owner made me so hot. My pussy started oozing wetness by thinking of my son’s cock, my boobs got stiff and my nipples got erect. If such was his effect on me by just thinking what would he do if I actually married him or fucked him?
I decided I would agree to his request and marry him. My body hairs got erect by just the imagination of his cock. I smiled at him, “Acha beta teri sab manghe hum poori karenge……….. aaj se teri maa teri biwi hai…………. pehle mujhse shaadi karle………. mere bete aapni maa ko biwi banale……….” I covered my eyes with my hands due to shyness.
By hearing this, my son become very happy, and jumped in joy, “Thank you mom. I love you so much…..Oohh god thanks a lot.” He said, “At last I got my mom has my wife……… ohhh mom, mai tujhse abhi shaadi kar loonga…… woh bhi according to all rituals. What do you say mom. Sorry…… mere hone wali patni.”
I said, “Acha beta…………. sorry mere honewaale pati………. kya iska bhi tayyari kar liya.” I said with very naughty smile. He said, “Haaahaan, meri maa……. nahin nahin meri honewalli biwi……… Taiyari mein der hi kitna lagega…..Abhi Abhi iska bhi tayyari ho chuka hai.” Then he picked up phone and called the receptionist to ask her to send any Panditji in 15 minutes.
The receptionist agreed to send one in few minutes. Jay bola, “Kya baat hai…. aha maa tum tayyar ho jaao…….. pehale thoda makeup ko theek kar lo aur woh red color saree pehalo jaldi………… tere saath suhaag raat manane ke liye mera lund tadap raha hai.” First time my son talked to me using sexy words but instead of feeling angry at him I began to feel happy and naughty.
But I playfully slapped his back for the dirty language he used for me and said, “Cheeeeeee……. Ma se aisi baten karta hai? Yaad rakh abhi main teri biwi nahi bani hu…….. Apne jaban ko sambhal ke rakh samjaha……..Acha mai abhi tayyar hoti hoon.” I applied red nail polish and wore very expensive red colored saree suitable for bride with matching laced bra and panty.
I put on a sleeve less and backless low neck blouse and asked my son to tie those thin thread. While tying the back thread he said, “Wow kya khoob lagti ho meri jaan……… Ek dum apsara………….. You are really sexy my darling mom.” saying he started pressing his already erected cock against my ass. I felt some very hot iron rod pressing on my ass. It felt very nice.
He knew how to arouse sensuality. But I said, “No baba not before marriage then everything. Beta tu bhi jaldi se ready hoja………. Waqt bahut kam hai.” My dutiful son said, “It is ok mom. Ha mom mai abhi ready hota hoon.” saying he went bathroom. He took shower and came. His erect cock was standing like a pole in towel making a tent inside.
I felt ashamed looking at his hard cock so I put my head down, but kept on looking at that priceless cock of my darling son, through the corner of my eyes with a hungry look. My son knew what his mom would be looking at. He spurted out his excitement by saying, “Ye to tere liye hi hai meri raani……. mai tumhe zaroor dikhaoonga pehale shaadi honede. Fir aram se dekhna ise.”
I really felt so shy at his dirty words spoken to his mother that I put my heads down with absolute embarrassment. My son got ready for our most sacred incest wedding. He was wearing cream colored shervani and red shawl. Oohhh he looked like a prince in that outfit.
My motherly heart looked at him happily but my bride heart inside me took over it and it started imagining my suhaag raat with him. He sprayed very costly perfume on him. Both bride and bridegroom were ready for their incestual taboo marriage. Then the reception said that panditji had come along with some selected guests. My son asked her to send them to our suite.
I was surprised and asked my son, “Who are the guests and whether they know that we are mom and son?” Jaydeep replied, “Cool mom, they know we are mom and son, even panditji knows that and they all are happy about our incestual marriage, so no worry.”
Panditji straight away started rituals saying, “Pleas pay attention, the mahurtum is going to expire within 10 minutes and it is already late. So start at the earliest.” He called both of us in front of holy fire starts chanting mantras asked my son for mangala sutra. panditji brought all pooja materials along with iron fire stand My son took out a mangalasutra from his pocket and placed it on the coconut.
Oh that is what he had bought at that jewelry shop I remembered. One of the guests, an elderly woman, who was mother of one of his friend put jassmine and kanakambhara flowers on my hair along with little haldi on both side of my cheeks legs and hands and a small kajal just below the right side of my lips[we called drushti chukke]
My son tied the mangalasutra around my neck. We the erstwhile mother and son became husband and wife according to Hindu dharma shastra. The incestual taboo marriage of mother with his son was complete. Panditji blessed us and said, “Beti ees shaadi se parishaan mat raho……… ye maa bete ka shaadi shastra sammat hai.”
I thanked him, he collect his dakshina and went away along with all the guests wishing us happy married life. Among the guests one elderly lady named Pushpa also decided to marry her son whom she secretly admired and longed for but could not muster courage to say. Hearing that all guests laughed including me. Till then I became fully open so no more shyness for me.
I mingled with guests, the female guests appreciated my beauty and the way I looked so young and dress. The male guests got jealous with my son for having such a beautiful mom who had become his wife. Everybody left the room leaving me and my son in the room. My son tried to hold me but I said, “Ooooooooooh…na baba na, go and wait for me on the bed. I will come soon.”
My son replied making dirty gestures towards me with his fingers and thumb into a circle gesticulating of my pussy hole, “Oh mom, don’t make late come fast as my cock is so hungry for your pussy.” I laughed at his excitement and replied him in the same dirty language, pointing at my pussy, “Ok beta your newly wedded mom is coming to you.
I also want your lovely masculine cock inside my pussy. My pussy is itching for your iron rod.” I entered the highly decorated suhaagraat room carrying milk in a silver jar with a silver glass. My son was surprised to see milk and all. I had asked the receptionist for it and she provided it happily. My son [husband] was surprised to see me behaving shy like all newlywed brides.
But I was luckier than other brides as I married my own son. My son took the milk jug from me. I fell on his feet and said, “Mujhe aashirwad dijiye sada suhagan rahane ke liye.” I uttered the words very respectively the same way a wife converses with her husband on her wedding night.
My son husband said, “Ooh common mom. You are older than me and also my mom so I should take blessing from you and not vice versa.” I whispered, “Sssssssshhhh aisa mat kahiye…….. Pran nath…….. mai aap ka daasi hoon aur aapki patni hoon. Mujhe ab apke charno mein rahna hai. Apki sewa karni hai aur apke bachche pal ne hai. Main sada apki sewa mein upasthith rahungi.”
My son got thrilled by hearing those nice words from me. He encircled me in his well built shoulder and hugged me tightly. My boobs were pressed to his broad hairy chest. Electric current started running all over my body. As after more than twenty years a male was hugging me to his chest, the male who was none other than my own son who had become my husband.
He lifted my face and started to look in to my eyes which increased my shyness many folds. Jaydeep asked, “Sharma rahi ho kya maa????” I said, “Hhaan ji mujhe bahut sharum aa rahi hai……. Mujhe aise mat dekhiye please.” My son caressed my cheeks and said, “Is main sharmane ki kya baat hai…….tum meri patni ho…….. aaj hamara suhaag raat hai…
maa aaj poora raat enjoy karna matlubh tumhe chodna chahta hu…….. Kayi positions me chodunga aur gaand bhi marna chahta hu……….mom don’t feel bad if I use vulgur words…….. Agar aap ko parishhani hota hai to I will stop using it.”
I was enjoying his dirty words and wanted him to continue in the same manner so told, “Oh ho, nahin bête…… Don’t worry tum ko jaisa kahana ho kaho,,,,,,,, maaf ki ji ye maine aap ko tum kaha.” Hearing this, my son, my husband said, “Ooh chhodo na maa bed room me ye sab chalta hai. Ab mujhe wo akrne do jo main karna chahta hu. Jiske liye maine tumse shadi ki.
Us chut ka darshan karwao jis se main bahar aya hu.” Saying this, my son started kissing my fore head, then on my eyes, on back of my ears, on my rosy cheeks and on my nose. Oohhhhh I don’t know where he learned this but his kisses were creating sensations in my body………… Oohhhh I also started responding to his kisses. I put my hand in his hairs.
His mouth was closing on my face and my lips. My heart was beating fast like a drum. My face became very hot and red. I felt very dizzy and suddenly my hand was pulled by my son and placed on his raging cock. I shivered to touch something very hot. My lips felt some salivating hot mouth on it and a big face covering my face.
My precious juicy fingers were giving him much more excitement which I felt in his kissing and also from his steel rod like cock which was rubbing on my thighs. Ooooooooohaaaaaaaa…. Then his mouth came to all parts of my face giving special treatment to my cherry red lipstick coated juicy lips.
First he delicately placed his hard truly male lips on my lips, and then rubbed his lips on mine very delicately for good 5 minutes which made my lower vertical lips means my pussy lips to start crying happily. Now he opened my mouth gently and inserted his tongue inside.
I welcomed his tongue in to my well oval shaped little mouth with any hesitation I started chewing his tongue………. Ooooooohaaaaaaaaa what a beautiful scene it was……. a mom son kissing each other passionately on their suhaag raat. Our tongues loved each other very much with lust.
We kept on kissing like that for nearly 10 minutes and hugged so tightly that even air couldn’t pass between us. We separated our eyes were filled with pure lust and nothing else. My son turned husband said, “Oh meri raani, meri maa, meri sexy biwi…. kya mast hot lips hai tumhare………. mom really it is so juicy sweet and smooth……. so sexy.
I never thought it would be so sexy, I am really lucky man having you as my wife.” I replied kissing his lips, “Me too lucky beta for having you as my husband…… you are a wonderful kisser ………I think even your dad never kissed me like this……… where did you learn this? With whom have you been practicing?”
He didn’t expect such question so got nervous but replied, “No mom, I never kissed anybody……. Promise……. It is you only whom I have kissed till date. It is the lust and passion for you which lead me to this.”
Saying this he simply threw away my pallu and started to stare at my boobs which are 36C in size firm and well shaped half of which was already out because neither my blouse nor my bra could hold it fully. His big palms held my boobs and he started squeezing it………….ohhhhhhh my!!!!
He was fondling my boobs the same boobs which had fed him when he was a toddler and nursed him to adulthood saying, “I can’t stand any more……….. The passion runs in me………. wow mom…….. What a beauty you have……… wow they are so firm and good in shape………. I think your first husband, my dad not use it much. Nor did you feed me much.”
I replied, “Oh yes beta…… mera pehala pati, yaani tumhara baap bahut jaldi chale gaya na and he did not use and he didn’t take that much interest in sex. Iska beta yaani mera bhi beta yaani mera dusara pati bahut sexpert lagta hai…….. I am really proud of you son……… you know how to make a woman surrender to your charm. You are master in this.”
He removed the thin thread which was holding my blouse and out came my blouse in one go. He threw it away; the lace bra also got the same fate. The boobs which were freed from cage were ready to be handled roughly as well as smoothly. I am very fair lady so those melons are milky white and the brownish nipple were erect more than a inch from their original size.
Without wasting time my son started squeezing it with his both hands. I cried out, “Aahaaaaaaa my son be little slow and soft on my dear boobs……… Remember they are your mom’s boobs……. Please handle with care…… even in your child hood you were so fond of it………..Just fondle and suck don’t bite.”
Son replied, “Oohhhh…….. My sexy mom………. my lovely wife……… I am really lucky that I was fed by these. It’s so good honey what a boobs you got… if I knew they were so good I would have fucked you much early or even fucked you if you didn’t let me fuck you.” I said, “I would have fucked you also if I knew you were so good in sex…………. I would have allowed you to fuck me much early…………… Your mouth is so hot and sexy.”
His fingers were caressing my back and soon his lips devoured my erect nipples and he started sucking it. I could feel pressure of his warm and demanding lips on swell of my boobs, his teeth were pressing softly on my boobs, trying to leave love marks around my nipples and his tongue was caressing, licking, flirting with my fully aroused nipple.
Meanwhile with one hand I was caressing, squeezing his firm hips and with other hand I was rubbing my pussy which was pressurizing me more and more for my son’s already stirring cock. Enjoying my attention my son started putting my right nipple in his mouth while squeezing left boob like he did in his childhood.
He used to drink milk from right boob first and squeeze the other boob…Oooooooooohaaaaa what a sexy sensation……….. Again he changed his position squeezing right and chewing left. Oohhhh I couldn’t control, the pussy juice was oozing, running like a water fall in my tiny panty completely soaking it wet with my pussy juice………. even my thighs could feel the wetness and the heat of my lust…
My hands started to gauze size of his cock over his dress………. It was so hard too long and thick. I still not seen it but I could imagine the size and feel so happy that it belonged to my son [now my hubby] Both of my hands were on his head grasping his hairs……… My eyes were closed feeling his hot breath on my face and nipples…
He was sucking both my boobs alternately… I was letting out hot moans…Then I caught his hand and led it to my pussy and placed it on it. He started squeezing my pussy………. He extended his palm till it covered my crotch………..He began roaming his hands on my pussy area…My sanctum sanctorum…… His birth place……
My son found the pussy mound easily and squeezed it from above the saree folds…….. To unravel the pussy he began pulling my saree……… Within few seconds my saree was on floor along with my blouse and bra……..Then he removed my petticoat…… I was waiting for him to remove my panty……..He removed it with jerk tearing it into two pieces….
My pussy was naked before my son, my husband………. My young stud………My fucker from today. He began massaging my pussy mound………..I was getting wetter and wetter……His fingers were parting my pussy crack……. His finger was invading my pussy hole.. My pussy was throbbing to his tender touch… I had waited for ages for the day to arrive……
Finally my cunt had found a worthy suitor……. A worthy fucker, who was my flesh and blood. All I could say was, “Oh god, main mar gai……… Mere pati parmeshwar mere raja……. mere pussy ko pyar se sahlao… MERE PURUSH?.MUJHE LOOT LO?..YE BADAN TUMHARA HAI…………AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH???.!!!!!!”
He came between my thighs and parted them…..He began kissing my thighs from knees to my pussy………. His wet tongue was all over my thighs…….. wooaaaaaaaaaaa…………. How wonderful feeling it was for me…….. I never enjoyed such abundant pleasure in my life till that day………… He pulled my pussy lips with his lips and began sucking it……
I kept on murmuring, “Uufffffffffff ahhhhhh apni unglii meri geeli pussy mein dalo……. Aaahhhh……Chuso na meri chut ko…….. Pussy lips ko aur chuso. Chato meri clit ko………. Ghus jao andar usi ched mein jis se tu bahar aya tha.”
He inserted his hot tongue in my pussy hole, I shrieked, “Oh mmmmmaaaaaaaa…….main gaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii janoooooooooo……….. oaurr andar…………mere pati…….. apnii gurm gurm zuban mairi pussy kay under dallllooooooooooo………..jjjjjjiii ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I needed something to hold on…… I held his hairs in my hands and pulled with strength.
Meanwhile he located my clit and began sucking it…..I instructed, “Oohhhhhhh…….my darling sonny cock……..yesssssss son………….BITE MY CLITTYYYYYYYYYYYYY…………..CHEW MY CLITTYYYYY………..liccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk my cunt some more… lick…..lick……lick…PUSH YOUR HOT TONGUE deep into my pussyyyyyyyy…….oooooooooooooo.”
Then I climaxed with his mouth placed on my pussy. I almost screamed with pleasure. With this I let out a big gush of cum. It was the best orgasm I ever had. My son-husband licked my love juice which was oozing from my pussy. I felt so nice and elevated. Unable to think further I groped his thick cock over his pants and squeezed it hard.
He came over me, his cock still in my hands and kissed me. He inserted his tongue in my mouth. I could taste my cunt juice on his tongue…………. It tasted funny..Imagine tasting your own cunt juice that also from your son’s mouth or tongue. I sucked it little more. Meanwhile his cock had grown to it’s full erection…. I could feel it in my hands that it was oozing precum…….. Lovely cock that belongs to my stud son.
I moaned loudly, “Dear son, now your mom is hungry for your (mine now) cock. Don’t make me wait for it beta……..mere pati….mere purush.” He smiled naughtily and asked, “Kya hai………. meri raani……….. meri maa aur mere patni………… kya chayiye tumko bata na….. Mast chuchi wali mummy… Mera lund kyu pakda hai.”
Closing my eyes with excitement and shyness I said, “Mere chut ke malik………Mere badan ke swami………Meri khushio ke rakshak………Mujhe aapka……. aapka ye chayiye… Ye jo itna kada sa hai mere haathon mein……. Jis se aap kisi aurat ko aurat hone ka maza dete hai……… Mere kaam dev ke avtar” I squeezed his cock a bit strongly.
His cock was throbbing in my hands like a live mouse waiting to jump at me.. His mother…….. his wife……his darling’s cunt…….. I thought his cock was too big for my little cunt hole but was re assured by the fact that this boy had emerged from the same hole. So if his head can come out from the hole, his cock can also go in.
My son was still in playful mood, “Ooh maa aise bolliyega to kaise pata chalega apko kya chaiye……… Iska naam to baatao. Haath mein le rakhi ho………. Naam kya hai.” I hid my face in his chest, “Uummmmmmmm…..chaalo ji mujhe sharum aa rahi hai.” He wouldn’t let me free, “Iss me sharumane ki kya baat hain…….. Come on mom tell me.”
I knew he wanted to hear the dirty words from my mouth and wouldn’t let me free unless I did as he told, so I shyingly told, “Ok……mujhe mere bete ka…mere pati ka aur mere raaja babu ka lund chayiye…haaan lund chahiye…mujhe chodne ke liye…chusne ke liye aur mera chikni gaand me goosane ke liye …chaahi ye tera mota pyara lund…Mera pyara beta please aapni maa ko ye lund de de.
Iske darshan kara beta……….Bahut din se ise nahi dekha hai…Jab tu chhota tha tab dekha tha……….Ab kitytna bada aur mota ho gaya hai……….. Kisi jawan aurat ke choot ko to fad hi dega.” Now I was free with him as my shyness had disappeared and that is what my son wanted. I was freely using dirty words like choot/lund/chodo/chuso and all such things.
I felt a strange tingle in my pussy when I used such words. I decided to use it as often as possible to make me and my son-husband happy and hot. He smiled and nodded his head in affirmation and said, “Jaroor meri rani…….. My mommy cunt……. Mera lund tumhare liye hi hai………. Is se main tumhari choot chodunga………… Choot fad dunga aaj…….. Aaj hamari suhag raat hai na………. Jor se pakdo ise aur hilao.”
I was delighted to hear his words. Meanwhile my hand was moving on his thighs and reached his penis in no time. I opened his pajama string and slid it little down, as his cock was now free from cloths. I glided my hand on his cock and as I touched his cock, I became weak in my knees. It was heavenly to feel his naked manhood in my hands and as he had a tool perfect for man not that of a kid.
He had cock big enough to fuck any woman of his choice which was fully erected by the time. I started thinking how big would it be when it gets inside my cunt. It had become so large and thick after full erection. I took his cock in my hand and moving my hand down and up, and his cock beaming in full erection.
I was still holding his cock in my hand and was rubbing it feeling its nakedness on fingers. My heart beat increasing every second. And with a hard breath I bent down and started kissing his cock softly.
I was kissing, licking and sucking his cock as he was moaning and saying, “Mommy…… I am so lucky to have you as my wife-mother…. Oh you are too nice… Such a lovely mouth too apart from nice pussy for me……. I will always keep you happy.” I was so happy that I had married him. Then he put his hand on my waist.
He was trying to fondle my naked tits, which were now swinging on my chest. He caught my tits in his hand and rubbed them for a while and then I put his cock in my mouth, kissed, licked and sucked it. I closed my eyes as my head was bobbing up and down on his erect cock. He was fondling my nipples hard as I was sucking his dick which had become like a steel rod in its full erection and was not less than 8”long.
He flexed his face muscles and became hard I understood he was about to cum. He yelled aloud, “Mom I am cummIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING…………Mera paani le lo maa………. Pee jao apne raja bete ke lund ka pani…….Oooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh……….. Meri rani maa.” Within few seconds he shot jet of sticky cum in my mouth which I drank with pleasure.