Komalbhabi must be doing more than lying there on her back to get this much reaction from her only son . Goli was still pumping on his prick and she kept her fingers active in her cunt. Goli kept on his fishing. Maybe his prick would get hard again and he’d come again when his mother did.
Komal was now thinking about Abdul’s prick as it was the first time she’d ever touched other than his husband . She laid down on the bed and pushed her fingers into her cunt. As soon as Goli saw this his prick got hard again. His mother’s fingers pumped in and out. She rubbed her clit with her other hand. Komal’s hips bounced on the bed. She was having orgasms and whispering to Abdul .
“Oh, Abdul , khelo meri choot se. Meri paani nikalo. Shoot your cum for me. Let me see the cum shoot out of your prick. Ahhh! Ohhh!” Komal’s image of the muslim shop-keeper was replaced by her son. She’d love to watch her son shoot his cum and she might if she looked out the window.
Goli saw his mother’s hips come off the bed. He tried to hear what his mother said but couldn’t. Spurt, spurt, spurt, his cum hit the side of the house. Komal heard it and had several more orgasms. Dribble, dribble, dribble; more cum oozed out of the tip and lubricated his hand as he continued pumping. He didn’t stop until his prick was soft.
Babita watched the boy jerk off, get a new hard on, and started jerking off again. Her hand speeded up and she wondered what Komalbhabi did that had activated her son’s prick so hard soon again. She must be putting on quite an exciting show. She wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. If Komalbhabi didn’t get her son pretty soon she was going to be beat out by herself.
Babita found one day Abdulbhai was fucking Komalbhabi. She kept him away from his shop the next day and while her husband Iyar was in his laboratory and she’d cajoled and threatened him into fucking her. It had been delightful. Before the day was over she’d sucked a load of cum out of his nasty muslim prick and had him lap her cunt until she had one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She’d even allowed him to fuck her asshole.
Babita watched the boy’s cum arch through the air for the second time. Her fingers flashed in and out of her cunt and her hips were jerking back and forth as murmured to herself. “Shoot that cum in my cunt, baby. Shoot it into me. I’m coming now. Come with me. Ahhh! Ahhh!”
All week Goli got home from school, had a snack, waited for his mother to retire for a nap, took up his position, and waited. This had become his best jerk off of the day and he was certain that he would never willingly miss the show his mother put on for him. He was glad the foot of his mother’s bed faced near the window.
Every now and then she would separate the lips of her cunt so that he would get to see more. He knew what his mother did in her bedroom and he couldn’t have stayed away even if he wanted to. He was there jerking off and hoping to see more every day.