He still couldn’t believe he was talking to his best friend’s mother like this. On and on she went till, relenting only when she was ready, moving forward on her hands and knees and making him draw himself upright on his knees behind her. Whimpering, she eased herself down onto her forearms, pushing her butt up higher against his crotch.
“Now,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard Vinod! Fuck me as hard as you can! Hurry!”
Gritting his teeth, panting heavily, struggling to control himself, the teenager clenched the older woman’s slender hips and thrust his cock deep into her cunt with a loud cry.Beneath him, she cried out, too, jerking forward under his thrust. He ran his cock out of her and rammed in again, as hard as he could. Again and again and again. His eyes were glued to their reflection in the mirror: he could see the tormented lust on her face, the way her features crumpled in agonised lust, her breasts, swollen and turgid, pendulous like succulent fruit, bouncing with his thrusts. He managed to hit a rhythm, stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt, savouring the sight in the glass.
“Yeh! C’mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock!” he gasped.
“Yes yes oh fuck yes oh god yes Vinod yes ohma uh yes uhh yes Vinod yes please … fuck me … fuck me baby fuck me … fuck me harder baby OHHHHHH yes oh god that’s so good yes!”
He felt her orgasming and, nearing his own end, he gasped, flinging his head back and gripping her shoulders and jerking her savagely back onto his cock. She cried out under him as her orgasm broke over her body, driving the breath from her throat. His hands swept down to squeeze her breasts.
The convulsions of her cunt on his cock were too much for him to bear. Moaning, he pulled out of her and shot his load, spattering her back and buttocks with his thick, creamy gunk. Sunita moaned softly. The lad’s cum dribbled between her buttocks.
“Put it in again,” she moaned. “Put it in again … slowly … ahhhh … mm, oh that’s good, Vinod … that’s so good!”
They lay together later in silence, his head on her breast. She caressed him tenderly, stroking his strong back.
“You were wonderful,” she murmured, kissing him.
He smiled shyly, reminding him that he was still only a teenager, hardly even a man yet. She thought to herself that he would become a truly wonderful lover before long as he matured and grew stronger. She would walk him along that road. Now she moved sinuously under him again.
“You want to fuck me some more?” she smiled, kissing him, her legs suddenly spreading on either side of his hips. He felt her cunt-lips at his cock. “You can, you know, if you like. I don’t mind. Any way you like.”
He looked crushed and she soothed him gently. “Arre, don’t worry, baba,” she said, laughing softly. “You don’t have to. Only if you want to.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, of course.” She smiled warmly. “C’mon, get cleaned up. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“Aren’t you going to bathe me again?” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
She cuffed him on his arm. “Enough! You’re a big boy now. Surely you can bathe yourself?”