She was looking like a cat sitting before a bowl of milk. There was no hint of shame or shyness in her eyes. She wet her dry lips with her tongue. She seemed to be in a trance like state.
My cock (Lund) was getting harder with each passing second. It was getting hornier to find my own Ammijaan looking like a hungry cat to it. When I found her not to be shy, I also decided to shun away my inhibitions and spoke out to her, “look Ammijaan! Is it not bigger than the brinjals. My cock (Lund) is about 7 inches long and about 3 inches thick. I was not telling a lie.”
Ammijaan kept looking at my cock (Lund) and without blinking even her eye and said, “Oh Imran Beta! You are so alike your dead father. You seem to be true copy of him. He was equally big in length and even girth down there. Even your color is same. It seems that I am not looking at my own son but at my own husband. If you cover your face, even I may not be able to differentiate in you and your father.”
I felt proud to be so sexy and big as my bull father. I flexed my cock (Lund) and it throbbed up and down in air. Ammijaan smiled on its throbbing and added, “Imran! Your mushroom head is of the same shape as your father. Even you are clean shave as him. I feel like looking at my husband’s organ after 3 years. The only difference I find is that you are a bit longer and thicker than him and it is so surprising for me. It seems that you inherited your genes from your father only.”
Ammijaan was sitting on bed and I was standing naked waist down near her. My throbbing cock (Lund) was near to her face and she was looking with lust and greed in her face.
I was getting hornier with each second. When I found that my Ammijaan is not shying so I decided to take another step and taking her hand in my hand, I put it on my tight cock (Lund) and said in a husky voice, “Ammijaan! By looking you don’t find any difference with my father. You feel it in your hand to check if it is equally tight and hot also or not. Only then you can say that we both are alike.”
This was a bold step of me. I was expecting her to admonish me, but Ammijaan kept her hand on my cock (Lund) and wrapped her fingers on its base.
She clenched her fist tightly on my cock (Lund) and moved her hand on the length of it, as if she was giving me a hand job.
A little moan escaped from my mouth but Ammijaan did not seem to notice it and kept caressing her hand on my cock. She seemed to like my cock (Lund) and was moving her fist tightly on my cock.
I let my pajama go from my hands and it fell on my feet. I took my legs out of it and kicked it away. Ammijaan kept moving her hand on my cock (Lund) and I was naturally in seventh heaven. I sat near her so that she may keep moving her hand on my cock.
Ammijaan kept caressing my cock (Lund) and said in a husky tone, “Imran! You are almost same as your father in looks of your organ, but you are much more hot and very much harder than him. He was not so tight as you even 20 years before. You seem to be made of steel down here. You are so hot that if you stir your cock (Lund) in a glass of milk, you may make it boil with it.”