When they entered the bedroom Sharmila peeled down her panties and stepped out of it. Soumya gazed in awe at her shapely ass as she slipped the thin material down her white-complexioned fleshy legs. Then she turned and smiled warmly at him. “Well?” she said, raising her eyebrows, “How about you? I’m naked. Don’t you think you ought to be, too?”
Soumya was suddenly shy in front of her. He had never been naked in front of her with a hard cock. He wondered if she would be turned off by his leaking juices. “Well… it kinda is wet,” he blurted out, “I-I can’t help it. It always does that…”
Sharmila laughed softly. “I hope it is,” she said. “Don’t worry about it, dear. All boys get that way. Girls, too. Its nature’s way of helping us have better sex. Soumya grinned with relief written all over his pretty face.
“Okay, here goes,” he said and reached for his belt. He unbuckled it quickly and tore at the button of his pants. He unzipped and sighed as he felt the pressure being relieved on his rock-hard boy meat. Sharmila lay down on the bed, on her back and spread her legs, showing off her glistening cunt. Soumya slid his pants down quickly and kicked them off his feet. He wrestled his t-shirt off, revealing his slim, boyish chest.
Sharmila admired her child’s thin but muscular arms and the forming cups of his pectorals. His waist was so very slim and his bare tummy was flat, and just a tiny bit soft with traces of baby fat. He stood there, blushing down his chest in his little white briefs. They were tenting in front and a wet spot was growing where his little cockhead pressed the white fabric. Oh god, he was sweet! She thought. He grinned sheepishly at her and hooked his thumbs into the band of his underpants.
“Here goes,” he sighed. He pulled them down his slender thighs, so pale and creamy. His young hard-on bent down then snapped up, hard and free. It waved in the air like a miniature flagpole. It was so pretty, pale pink, the tiny moist head pushing out slightly purple from the glistening folds of his foreskin. Below it hung a lovely blackish sac, the size of an egg. Within the soft wrinkled skin two ovals the size of grapes weighed it down. His crotch was white, untouched by the sun. He looked down at himself, pouting a little.
“I-It’s not too small is it, Mamoni ?” Soumya asked, looking up at his famous mother, pleading for reassurance.
Sharmila licked her lips and gave him a beaming smile. “Oh no, baby. It’s very nice, just right for a boy your age. Now come over here and lie next to me. Let’s get to know each other’s bodies a little better.”
Soumya scrambled onto the bed; he stretched out on his side along side her. He put his hands up to her big soft boobs and began to fondle them again. As he did their lips met once more. As they kissed Sharmila encircled his waist with her soft arms and pulled him closer, until his slick little penis was rubbing on her smooth thigh.
As he fondled her tits and pressed his face close to hers she reached down and grasped his young hairless meat in her hand. Gently she stroked it. She went slowly, not wanting to make the boy cum off, but wanting to drive him crazy with pleasure. He moaned into her mouth and ran his hands all over her breasts. She loved his warm, sweaty hands roaming on her tits like that. She felt his boyish cock oozing slime into her hands. She broke the kiss and moved her lips to his soft ear.