“Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now and stroking myself”, said Ram lustily.
“Same thing is happening to me here”, whispered the horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son’s tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.
“Someday we must do it in office, on my desk”, teased Ram. That made Manya’s blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son’s licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom’s naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.
“We will, I’m waiting for it,” whimpered the horny mother into the phone holding her son’s head in total arousal.
“And I want you to come braless to my office,” said Ram. “After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I’ll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me”, went on Ram. “Where would you like me to cum? Face or mouth?”
“Mouth…”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides. This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover’s lewd talk and her son’s continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son’s head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn’t understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom’s warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom’s lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother’s glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,
“Mom, was that Dad on the phone”?
Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and whispered softly, “Yes Binu, it was your father”.
Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew better than that.