“You might be old Maa, but your breasts not only look wonderful, they feel wonderful too. I want to feel them whenever I am close to you!” saying that I remove my leg and shut the door and ran outside.
When I got home I was annoyed to see Father was already there. I knew father would be going out before long and then I would be alone with Mother. Unfortunately he didn’t walk out. He wanted to eat and waited in the kitchen while Mother got him something. When she had nearly finished I went to my room and lay on the bed.
As I had hoped mother came in my room while father was eating. She looked at me and without a word she pulled Pallu of her sari from her breast and inserts it inside her sari near belly. Then she started to unhook her blouse. I watched, spellbound, as she unhooked all the way and slid it off her breast. Her tits were held by a black bra, which she promptly undid and free her breast. Her tits stood proud before me. I was trembling at the sight of them. They looked every bit as good as they felt. Mother had a relaxed grin on her face.
I got off the bed and stood in front of her. Mother just looked at me as I reached up and fondled her breast. As I stood with her breasts in my hands she undid my short. She pushed down my underpants. My dick sprung out to meet her and she held it gently. As I fondled my mother’s breast she slowly stroked my dick. While she stroked my dick we heard father moving around kitchen and although I was frightened what will happen if he would suddenly decide to come there but mother didn’t hesitate.
My mother’s firm grip on my dick did not take long to make me cum and I shot a stream of sperm into her hand. She smiled, holding up her sticky hand before us, then, to my surprise, she licked every drop from her hand. I was so excited that my own mother was licking my cum. What if she licks my dick with that luscious mouth? I sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she hook back her bra and blouse. then put pallu of her sari back on the shoulder. As she spread front of her sari on her breast I shacked my neck as disapproval. She realised what I want and gathered pallu of her sari and put them between her cleavage exposing her both breasts proudly. She left smilingly and after she had gone I pulled up my shorts.
I tried but could not sleep afterward. The feeling of Mother’s hand on my cock and the feel of her breasts were heady stuff to a eighteen-year-old boy. I refused to sleep. I wanted to go back to her at midnight for more. Despite my resolve I think I must have fallen asleep as father coming home at about 11.30 awaked me. He crashed around a bit before going to bed. I waited for another half an hour then crept to mother’s room.
The nightlight was on but Mother was not sitting up. Father was lying heavily on top of her and moving between my mother’s open legs. Her Sari and panties was lying on floor. Her blouse and bra was open and petticoat was raised all the way up her waist. Father was naked, hairy buttocks rose and fell as he ploughed in and out of her, grunting slightly with the exertion. Mother was just lay there, looking bored at the ceiling.