She gazed, entranced at the sight of her own naked pussy. She looked like a teenager herself down there. She felt more naked than ever. It was a sinful, delicious feeling. How lovely it would be to have her son rubbing his naked pubes into hers while he sent his virginal boyish cock into her warm, wet eager cunt!
She dried off and went into her drawer to find a netted panty to wear. She wanted something to wear that would make her feel sexier and sluttier. She found what she wanted. A tiny, sheer panty with net, all black. She slipped it on and marveled how pretty and seductive it looked against her soft, white skin. The string at the back nestled deeply into her shapely asscheeks, rubbing against her asshole deliciously.
Sharmila was no ass-virgin. She had let her husband fuck her up it many times and had gotten to where she loved it as much as he did. She felt the tiny strip of fabric tease her asshole and got that warm, melting feeling again. She felt like a total slut, a whore. Her tittie-points stiffened with lust.
That’s when she heard the front door slam. Her boy was home! Would she do it? Sharmila struggled in her mind for a moment, but her lust won out. She threw all caution to the wind and stepped out into the hall and went towards the living room to find her sweet hot little boy!
Soumya was just swinging his backpack off his slim shoulders when she walked in. He looked up to see his mother coming into the room wearing nothing but a small black pair of netted panties. They almost weren’t there. Actually Soumya had seen his mother naked few times, when he was a mere child, it never even fazed him. But lately, he looked at her differently,
Ancient and eternal Bengali cultures and traditions taught him to respect elder. Just like an obedient boy he respected his parents like the God and Goddess, every morning after leaving his bed, at first he touched their feet for blessings. They hugged him, kissed his cheeks and blessed him. Then refreshing, he prayed in the worship-rooom with his parents.
He had always thought his mother was beautiful, but in a little-boy way. He adored her. But today he thought she was downright sexy. His eyes went right to her big tits. God! they were fantastic! They weren’t as large as the women in the porn magazines, but they stood up with the nipples pointing upwards. He longed to reach out and touch them, to feel them in his fingers.
His cock stirred in his pants and he blushed. He tried to look away, but they drew his eyes. He felt a little embarrassed to think about his respected mother in such a nasty way. Shit, his own mother was turning him on! It didn’t seem right, somehow. He wasn’t supposed to think of her as a hot babe. But, he really did!
“Um, hi, Mamoni,” he said, bending forward touched her feet and trying to smile.
“Hi, Somu beta,” She replied, giving him a beaming smile, “I’m so glad you’re home, dear.”
“Okay,” he joked, “what do you mean Mamoni ?”
Sharmila laughed. “No, Sonamani. Nothing like that. I was hoping we could have a little talk, though.”
“About what?” the boy surprised.
“Things,” she replied mysteriously. “Why don’t you sit down here with me,” she said, touching the couch.