Sharmila’s eyes were getting that glassy look, the look of lust. She sneered a little. Damn, the kid was so brazen. It turned her on that the youngster was such a little lothario. She felt stymied. If she angered the boy and rejected him, he might take it out on her by telling someone what he knew and there by damaged her family’s sober and aristocratic image. On the other hand, she didn’t just want to give in like some cheap tart. She decided to try a brazen approach.
“Hah! You? I’ll bet you’ve never even had sex. I don’t believe that even your filthy pervert parents allow you to commit sex that they obviously are, would have sex with a boy your age.” She let go off her only saree and let it fall open. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him defiantly. “Go ahead, mister, take a good look. You’ve been ogling my breasts for months now. Go ahead, little boy, show me what you can do, then.”
Sharmila hoped he would back off, intimidated and run home. And she wouldn’t have to do adultery first in her life. But It didn’t work. The boy’s eyes just opened wider and a broad smile crept across his face. He reached up and began to fondle her tits like an expert. “Yeah, I’ve been staring at these for a long time. They’re really nice, prettier than my Mummy. Soumya is lucky to have a such sexy mother.” He said, very softly.
Sharmila felt her knees turn to jelly. She silently cursed when her nipples began to harden visibly under the kid’s caressing fingers. The boy lifted up on his toes as he is 18 inches shorter than Sharmila (5’6″ with 58 kgs ) and put one to his lips. He swiped his tongue over the sensitive tit-nub, causing the woman to gasp before she could stop herself. The boy stuck out his tongue and, still grinning began to lash all over her nipple with it. He breathed heavily and sighed as he licked around on it. He moved his head over to the other breast and did the same to it, licking the stiff nubbin and then taking it in his lips to kiss it. He was doing this with care, very gently but very deliberately.
Sharmila couldn’t speak. She wanted to stop this but her body was betraying her outrageously. Her titties tingled at the tips where the boy’s mouth was stimulating them. The tingles flashed down her belly to her groin and made her cunt moisten. The boy then did something which broke down her last barrier. He suddenly buried his face in her soft breasts and kissed all over them. She suddenly realized he was shaking with lust. She pulled his face up and looked at him wonderingly.
The boy’s bravado was gone. He looked at her with agonizing need plainly written on his rounded features. He almost looked like he was going to cry. “Please, Kakima, please? You are so sexy, so pretty. I’ll never tell. Just please, let me please you! I want you so much!”
The boy’s words melted Sharmila’s soft heart. At the same time it made her laugh a bit. “Gee, I thought you got so much at home.” She said, her eyes sparkling.
“My mother all right, but she’s not as pretty and sexy as you are. You’re gorgeous! I’m so hard right now I’m ready to cum in my shorts! You really turn me on kakima.” Hanif praised.
“Well,” Sharmila giggled, ‘we can’t let that happen can we?” She leaned over and kissed the bridge of his nose.