Curvy mom caught son

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I always knew my mom, Deepa, was a beautiful woman. Even at 45, she still had the curves that would make any man’s head turn. But I never thought I would see her naked.

It was a typical morning in our small 2 BHK house. I had just finished my breakfast and was heading to college. I had to pass through my mom’s bedroom to get to the front door, and as I approached, I could hear muffled noises coming from inside. I assumed she was on the phone, so I quietly opened the door to not disturb her.

But what I saw took my breath away.

My mom was standing in front of her wardrobe, completely naked. She was bending over, rummaging through her clothes, and her curves were on full display. I couldn’t help but stare.

Before I could react, she turned around and saw me. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I could see the shock on her face.

“Rahul!” she gasped, quickly covering herself with a towel. “What are you doing here?”

“I-I’m sorry, mom,” I stuttered, feeling my face heat up. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

I quickly backed out of the room, feeling guilty and embarrassed. But as I walked to college, I couldn’t get the image of my mom’s naked body out of my head.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself thinking about that moment more and more. I couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction towards my mom. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t control it.

One day, we were sitting in the living room, chatting about random things. The conversation turned to relationships, and my mom asked me if I had a girlfriend.

“No, mom,” I replied, feeling my heart rate quicken. “I haven’t found the right girl yet.”

“What about your classmates? Is there anyone you like?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

“There is someone, mom,” I said, swallowing hard. “But I don’t think she feels the same way about me.”

“Why not?” she asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“I don’t know, mom,” I replied, looking down at my lap. “I think she sees me as just a friend.”

“Well, you never know until you try, Rahul,” she said, placing her hand on my knee.

I looked up at her, and our eyes met. For a moment, time stood still. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew what I had to do.

I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel her body pressing against mine.

I ran my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. She moaned lightly, and I knew she wanted more.

I gently pushed her back onto the couch, climbing on top of her. I could feel her heart pounding beneath my chest as I kissed her neck, making my way down to her breasts.

I cupped them in my hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath my fingers. I took one in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. She moaned louder, running her fingers through my hair.

I could feel my erection growing harder by the second. I slid my hand down her stomach, making my way to her wetness. I grazed her clit with my fingers, and she gasped.

I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me. I added another finger, pumping in and out of her as I licked and sucked on her nipples.

She was moaning loudly now, her body writhing beneath me. I could feel her climax building, and I wanted to make her cum harder than she ever had before.

I started fingering her faster, her moans growing louder and more desperate. I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers, and I knew she was close.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in circles as I fingered her. She cried out, her body shaking as she came hard.

I continued fingering her, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. When she finally came down from her high, I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I could see the want in her eyes, and I knew what she wanted.

I undid my pants, pulling out my cock. She licked her lips, looking at it with hunger.

She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently. She leaned forward, taking the tip in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, making me shiver.

She took me deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. I could feel myself getting closer to climax, and I wanted to make her cum again.

I pulled out of her mouth, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. I slid inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me.

I started thrusting in and out of her, gripping her hips as I went. She moaned louder, pushing back against me.

I could feel myself getting close, and I wanted to make her cum again. I reached around, rubbing her clit as I fucked her.

She cried out, her body shaking as she came again. I could feel myself getting closer, and I knew I was about to cum.

I pulled out, cumming all over her ass. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

We lay there, panting and sweating, for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

But as good as it felt, I knew it was wrong. We couldn’t keep doing this.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, the door opened.

“What’s going on in here?” I heard my sister’s voice say.

I quickly pulled my pants up, turning around to face her. She looked shocked and disgusted, her eyes wide with disbelief.

I knew we had been caught, and there was no going back.

The end.

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