“Aw, Komalbhabi , I can’t do that.” Komal could see that Abdul was beginning to waver. Maybe now was the time to start trading.
“If you don’t, I will tell others . Uh, not only that if you show me what you were doing, I’ll let you see me.” Abdul gasped and his eyes popped wide open in astonishment.
“You’ll let me see you down there?”
“Yes, if you show me what you were doing.” Saying this Komal led him secretly to her bedroom.
Part of Abdul’s fantasy while he jerked off was having Komalbhabi stand in front of him with her dress pulled up and her panties down. He spread his thighs very slowly. His prick was limp. He’d been frightened out of his hard on, but as soon as he saw Komalbhabi look, it throbbed up to attention again.
Another part of Abdul’s fantasy was having Komalbhabi look at and even feel his prick. He looked up and blushed again. He hoped she didn’t know what he’d been thinking. He could hardly wait to get to see what her cunt looked like.
“Now let me see you. I want to see you down there. You said you’d let me see you.” Komal had no problem about exposing herself to the muslim shop-keeper. She pulled up her dress and pushed her panties over down over her hips. She was so hot that her crotch was soaking wet with her cunt juice.
She put her fingers on each side of her cunt and spread the outer lips apart so Abdul could see what she had hidden on the inside.
Komal however returned to present situation. Abdul wouldn’t be outside her window now, but Goli might be. She would act as if he were just in case. She took off her dress and she pushed her huge 38″ tits up so that her son could get a good look if he was on that tree platform.
Komal would have to use a different strategy with her son. She would have to catch him peeping and make him think she was going to punish him for it. She might frighten him into doing things much more rapidly than he would be willing to do them otherwise.
She pulled down her panties as these thoughts ran through her mind and noticed her son’s presence through the corner of her eyes. Goli saw his mother start the same routine as yesterday. He was determined to last as long as his mother did.
Then Komal changed the procedure some. She moved toward the window, put her fingers on each side of her cunt, and spread the outer lips apart. She hoped her son got an eyeful. He saw the outer lips of his mother’s cunt separate and he caught a glimpse of some pink on the inside.
His hand speeded up in spite of his resolve to wait for his mother to get ready to come. Komal pushed two fingers into her cunt then rubbed her fingers on the little bump toward the top. Goli’s hips jerked and his cum spouted out of his prick.
This intimate view of his dearest mother’s cunt had just been too much. Komal clearly heard the cum hit the side of the house and started to finger fuck herself in earnest. From a slightly distance Babita also watched. When Goli’s hand pumped up and down on his prick her fingers flashed in and out of her cunt. When his cum flew out and splashed against the house, she also shuddered with an orgasm.