Soumya had his little tongue buried as far as it would go in his mother’s sweet pussy and was licking the slick walls. He gathered her juices into his mouth and gulped them down. He wanted to explore every inch of her. He lifted his head slightly and began licking around on the puffy lips.
He wiggled his tongue around on her piss-hole. It tasted slightly different there. He flicked his tongue-tip over it and heard his mother’s whines of pleasure. It made him feel wonderful to know he was pleasing her. He didn’t care a bit that this was the place she squirted her pee. It was beautiful, like the rest of her. As he licked at it he felt it squeezing out a drop or two.
Oh! My God ! that was his mother’s piss! Her actual womanly piss! Hanif had told him about watersports and it had grossed him out to hear of it. But he was so turned on that anything from his mother’s sweet cunt seemed rare and precious. He let the drops streak over his tongue, tasting them.
Not bad! Soumya thought. He licked at the tiny opening again and was rewarded by a few more tiny drops. He smacked his lips and swallowed. Warm and tangy, salty and tingly. His slim rod jumped at the thought of drinking down his mother’s pee. He suddenly wished she would just let it all go and flood his mouth with it!
But, Sharmila never go for that, would she? She might think he was some kind of pervert and stop doing what she was doing with him. He sighed a little, his warm breath rushing over her tender groin. He lifted his head to see how she was reacting. She was gazing down at him, her lovely lips parted, her eyes glassy. She was blotchy and sweaty, but it looked good to him.
Soumya could tell his dearest Mamoni was in a deep heat. He saw a flicker of hot flame in her eyes and watched her as she caressed her tits, squeezing the nipples and rubbing the palms of her hands around on them. She was such a slut now, not just his respected mother anymore but a beautiful sexual animal like he was.
He reached down and squeezed his vibrating cock, gasping. He looked into her eyes as he pinched his dick. “Mamoni, I… I want to fuck you! I’ve just gotta! I want to feel that, please? Please Mamoni… I’ll die if I can’t!” Soumya prayed.
Sharmila giggled,”Oh yes, Sonamani, of course! I want it too. Get up here and fuck me, baby! Oh, I’m so happy I get to be your first fuck! Hurry, baby, hurry! Your Mamoni needs you in her soaking pussy !”
Soumya jumped up, his heart racing, his cock pounding. He straddled his mother’s larger body and wiped the juices off his face with the back of his hand. He stared down at her. It was really true! He was going to fuck a real woman for the first time. Not that it was the first time he had fucked.
The naked boy climbed into his mother’s arms his pre-teen prick rubbing a line of drool up her belly. Sharmila spread her legs around his thin hips and hugged him close. They kissed passionately, rubbing lips, tangling tongues, twisting their heads and rubbing all the skin they could reach with hot hands. Soumya felt his cock slide down between his mother’s legs and rub into her moist slit. He humped forwards but was unable to find the opening. His cock bent to the side painfully. He grunted in pain.