After dinner, he went up and fell into deep sleep in no time. But at around 11 O’clock, his mother came up to his room and roused him awake.
– Mum, leave me alone. I want to sleep.
– But have some milk.
– Why at this hours? I feel really sleepy.
– What to do? Your father arrived only now. I saw him had his dinner and slept.
The milk she brought him had some ingredients in it. It drew away his sleep. His mother seated herself on his bed and ran her hand on his thighs.
– Mom!?
– But let me have a nap here by your side.
He gave her space to lie down. She lay down by his side, but placed her head on his lap and brushed her cheek against his bulge. Young blood that he was and it was quite natural for him to have a hard on, even after so many sessions. Sensing his stir under, she lifted her eyes to his face. He smiled down to her, awkwardly. Beaming back, she traced his cock by her lips over his cloth and nipped at it with her teeth, like a cat while lifting its cub. He felt his blood rushing and his cock wrenching to get released.
She uncovered his treasure. It was straining up and jerking its head, like as a fence lizard. As she pushed down its foreskin, his cock head was gleaming wet with its fluids. What a beauty it is! She drooled by her mouth and by her pussy as well. She let out her tongue to run all over his swollen tip. He ran his fingers tenderly on her earlobes. She looked up to read his face. Their eyes locked. And there was a begging in his burning eyes. Without pulling away her stare, she wrapped her lips around his cock and he closed his eyes in bliss. She bobbed her head, taking in his young rigidity as far as her deep throat allowed.
But by then there was a knock on the door. She pulled her mouth of its candy, made him to lye on his sides and covered him up to his neck. As she opened the door, she found her husband standing there.
– Ah, you are here! I forget to tell you that I have to get up at five in the morning to catch the train to Banaras.
– Oh! Bala is not well. That’s why I…
Her husband walked in and felt his son’s forehead. He could feel the heat, but of the fire kindled by his sexed up wife on their fuckable son. Poor father had no inkling of the plays being enacted under his roof!
– My God, he’s having temperature! Stay here and be with him.
– I will.
And he went down the stairs. She bolted the door within and got back to her job in hand. As she pulled away the sheet that covered his naked glory, her son turned on his back. His cock stood upright, like a clenched hand, challenging her straight. She tore away the nightgown off her and jumped on his cock. It impaled up her cunt. She jumped up and down on his cock, stretching her vaginal walls with its steel hard thickness. Her heavy boobs too jumped along as if she did skipping rope. Bala held his mother’s bounties and pressed them hard. As she battled with him as if to swallow him up, she got tired and she tumbled on him and gasped for air. At this, he raised himself to finish off the battle. He held her plentiful bums and lunged up his cock, pistoning through her fat lipped pussy hole. As her juices gushed down and dampened his pubic bush, he doubled up his speed. And then all of a sudden she felt her tunnel being hot flooded of his cock head eruption.