“Here, let Mamoni help,” Sharmila whispered. She reached down and grabbed her son’s pulsing cock in her fingers. Oh, it was so nice. Hard as stone but soft skinned. She bent it down to the entrance of her cunt-tunnel and pressed it into her. She heard her son sigh with pleasure. He pushed his hips towards hers as he realized his prick was now inside her.
“Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! God that feels so good!” Soumya whimpered, as he slid it through his mother’s warm wet tissues. He never thought it would feel this good. It beat anything he had dreamt of. Her cunt was alive, sucking at him, making his prick tingle all over. It was so wet and hot, so soft and yet it clung to his shaft like it was holding on for dear life to him. It was like wet velvet clinging to his achingly hard prick. He pushed his skinny hips and sank into her to the balls.
“Ahhhhh…” He sighed. He covered his mother’s mouth with his own and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. His mother responded by sucking his tongue like it was a cock. He lifted his pelvis and then thrust into her again. His prick rubbed around on the walls of her pussy. He gasped into her mouth and rubbed his bare pubes against hers. Oh! Bhagaban! , it was good!
Sharmila was more turned on than she had been in years. She whimpered in his ear and lifted her womanly hips to meet his thrusts. Her little boy’s fuck-rod tickled her pussy delightfully. She gasped and moaned in mind-melting lust as she felt him begin to fuck in and out of her.
“Ohhh… That’s right, baby, fuck me! Fuck me! Do it as hard as you like! Mamoni wants it! Do it Sonamani, fuck me!!,” She brought her hands down and placed them on his butt and caressed it almost roughly, kneading into the firm flesh of his ass-globes.
Soumya groaned loudly and bounced his groin against his mother. His balls slapped the bottom of his mother’s slit and became coated with hot cunt- slop. His mother’s hands roamed up his skinny, sweaty back and then she ran them down his rigid arms.
“Bhagaban ! Oh, Maa Kali !” Sharmila squealed as her kid drove into her to the balls time and time again. Mindlessly she wrapped her long legs around her son’s thin hips and pulled him tightly to her.
Soumya was panting and moaning and thrusting for all he was worth. He didn’t think of her as his mother any more, she was a slut, a slut for him to fuck, just as much as he wanted, just as hard as he wished, He put his strong young back into it slamming her harder and harder, trying with each thrust to bury himself as deep as he could.
His cock seemed to burn red hot with the friction, but just as he thought it was too hot to bear he felt his mother’s cunt gush forth more slick fuck juices. His arms began to tremble with the strain and he let go, falling upon his mother, spiking her full with his pre-teen prick. He reached up and grabbed his mother’s tits desperately. He dropped his face into them and wildly kissed and sucked at them.
Sharmila thrashed her head back and forth, nearly screaming with dirty pleasure. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. She humped at her son’s digging cock like a madwoman. Multiple orgasms ripped through her, one after the other, leaving her breathless. She soaked the sheets with her gushing juices, felt it running down her ass. She never wanted this to end. She loved having her strong little man fuck her like this.