‘These are not on display for eighteen year olds, they are only for suckling babies you know,’ I teased. He blushed and hung his head.
‘Be a good boy and hook me up,’ I said raising my messed up hands for an explanation.
He got up and came towards me like a somnambulist. His eyes fixed on my bust. His fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Due to his nervousness, his hands often dragged along the contours of my rich cleavage. I also was strangely flushed with nervousness. His fussy touch had a kinky effect on me.
Again, after a while I found the hooks undoing themselves. My child sat there hypnotized. I know that he is an avid admirer of mine and that he loves me more than anything in the world. But I had nearly never given him the chance to feast on my anatomy. Of course we cuddle and hug a great deal, but never in an un-motherly fashion. The thought of his adoring eyes on my feminine assets was strangely enticing.
During my entire culinary warfare he sat there feasting on me, following every movement of my body, often coming very close to me by way of assisting me. Once I found him running his fingers on my back, even playing with the hooks of my bra.
We sat together to have breakfast.
‘Being your birthday, I must feed you,’ he rolled up a small piece of bread and dipped it in the potato curry and pushed it into my mouth. In return I also did the same thing. Shortly we were feeding each other and giggling like naughty school girls. Somewhere down the process, I noticed that my index finger was deep in his mouth and his warm delicious tongue was sweetly caressing it. To my surprise I also was doing the same thing with his index finger. Both of us were oblivious of the surroundings, both of us were in a heavenly trance. My bust was heaving, heart palpitating and feet perspiring. His eyes were half closed, he was in a drugged dreamy world.
‘It’s wrong it’s wrong,’ somebody screamed inside me. I pulled out my finger. The spell was broken, he also pulled his out. He smiled at me innocently and the shame that had pooled up between us suddenly evaporated. I smiled back.
He got ready to go to his coaching center where he prepares for engineering entrance examination. He was a sight, a six feet high youth with no extra fat on his make. Manly muscles danced on him with a youthful vigor. His face was pleasant, just like mine. His nose is sharp and his forehead slightly bulging becoming of an intelligent man. He is just my masculine edition. He is just my image, my reflection, myself in all respects. I proudly absorbed him into my love laden soul. He came to me and hugged me from the front, which had never happened. Then he planted a soft and chaste kiss on my cheek.
‘Have a beautiful day, my godly mother,’ he said.
‘Stay away little devil, I am all ugly and smelling,’ I protested peevishly.
‘To be truthful,’ he winked again hugging me, for the second time in his life pressing my rich bust to his muscular chest, ‘I revel on your mesmerizing musk. The other day I even sniffed your used panties.’