– My God! My son! By every fuck you lift me up; and I’m afraid, very soon I may squeeze you dry.
– Never mind, mum. It’s my honor to serve your pussy that gave me birth.
– What a lucky cunt I own to own a lovely cock my own son owns!
She kissed him with gratitude and rolled off him, but kept him enclosed in her embrace and went to sleep as such.
Soon as she lost herself into a pleasant sleep; she was woken up by a harsh knock on the door. The room was glaring in the light, left without switched off. Her son was sleeping on his side, naked with his enormous cock bearing the dry patches of their love juice left unwashed. Her own cunt then was a pit of sticky discharge. She pulled a bed sheet up and covered her son his waist down. The nightgown she pulled on her was stiff in many places with dried up overflows.
As she opened the door, her husband was standing out.
– And, Santha, it’s time; I’m leaving.
– I’ll make some coffee.
– Ok, then. How is Bala, now?
– The whole night he didn’t sleep, nor allowed me to sleep.
– Oh, then, don’t trouble yourself in making me a coffee. Go in, sleep.
Her husband tried to push her in. And the spot on the nightgown, where he touched her was stiff with the dried-up ejaculations. He wondered what it was! But at the same moment his son lying inside turned on his sleep, the sheet slipped, and his nakedness came into focus. He had turned on his back. The father noticed the flaccid huge thing that was his son’s penis. Also he failed not to notice the dried up patches of love juices that it had bathed in. Connecting this and that, the father was struck with horror. Observing the change in him, Santha turned her eyes to where her husband was gazing. And she was shocked.
Her husband didn’t speak a word thereafter, but limped away down the stairs. She stood there motionless until his steps faded out. Then she turned back, walked in and settled on the cot where her son was sleeping. For a long time, she sat there, gazing at her son’s big thing that had thrilled her in its each and every dive. Santha bent down and placed a kiss on his love pole. Pulling off her nightgown, she sprawled naked along her son and tripped into sleep; the door being left to stand ajar.