She had spoken quietly but the words sounded in Soumya’s ears like echoing thunder. His legs felt weak as water. His young prick swelled, snaked down the leg of his pants and leaked a drop of clear lube. He couldn’t speak; he didn’t trust his own voice at that moment. He just nodded his head, barely.
“Well, then, let’s start with kissing. Have you ever kissed a girl, Somu?”
“N-no…” he managed to squeak.
Sharmila leaned in close. She could smell his apple fresh breath, feel the warmth of him. She saw the downy fuzz on his cheeks that would not mature into a man’s beard for many, many years. She closed her eyes, leaning closer and closer until she felt her lips touch his. An electric shock ran through her. Her son’s lips were so soft, and slightly sweet to the taste. His warm breath rushed over her face. She pressed her lips to his and opened her mouth a little. Her tongue came out and she licked over those honeyed lips.
The boy couldn’t believe what was happening. He had seen this kind of kissing in movies and had heard the boys making snickering references to “slipping her some tongue”. It had always sounded gross, but heavens above! It was wonderful. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting her tongue push in. Her tongue sought his, lashing the tip over the sensitive surface. He wondered if he should do the same. He tried it, wriggling the tip of his tongue a bit.
Sharmila responded, moaning and letting out her breath. Her tongue moved over his more urgently. Soumya guessed his Mamoni liked what he was doing. He became more assertive. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she had done to him. His head reeled as he licked the inside of her mouth. She tasted good in a way he couldn’t explain, but which was absolutely irresistible. He heard her moan again and then another voice joined hers.
Soumya realized it was his own light soprano. He never wanted it to end. He felt his cock grow painfully hard. He wished he could take it out, but didn’t want to stop this kiss even for that. He felt her arm reach around him and encircle his neck. She pulled him closer, tangling her tongue with his.
Sharmila’s cunt was soaking the thin material of her sheer panties. It felt like she had put them on wet. She was amazed at how quickly her kid son was picking up on her subtle clues. He was frenching her like a pro already! She didn’t want to stop kissing him, but she was about to pass out from lack of breath. Finally she broke away and gasped for breath. He panted as well for a while.
“Wow,” she said finally, “You sure learn fast Sona, you’re a great little kisser!”
“Oh Mamoni, that was so nice,” he whispered.
“Do you want to touch me, baby?” She asked touching her forehead to his and breathing heavily.
“W-w-wh-hhhhh…ere?” He stammered.
“Touch Mamoni’s titties, baby. You want to, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at them. Go ahead, Sonamani, touch my titties.”
“Oh, Mamoni! Really? I… before he could finish speaking Sharmila grabbed his wrists and placed his sweaty hands on her breasts. She sucked in her breath and felt a fireball streak up her groin and explode in her heart.
“Right there”, with her son fondling her soft breast- flesh she was cumming again! “Oh, baby, play with Mamoni’s tits, please honey!” She mewed.