Soumya stared down at the soft globes in his hands. He couldn’t believe this! Finally, he had his respected and beautiful Mamoni’s boobs in his hands. He squeezed them gently and rubbed his thumbs across the taut nipples. Without thinking he bent his head down and took one eraser-sized nipple in his mouth. He mumbled his lips on it and began to suck at it gently.
“Oh, Baby, oh, Somu, that feels so good, honey. Suck Mamoni’s titties.” Sharmila moaned. Her son’s wet mouth sent tingling pleasure through her heated body. It was so good, better than she had dreamed. It seemed her baby was a natural at lovemaking. She clasped the back of his head in her hands, stroking her long fingers through his silky hair. “Baby, I want to touch you, honey. Do you want your Mamoni to touch you… down there?” Sharmila gasped as he moved to her other nipple and took it in his warm mouth.
“Mmm-hmm…” Soumya moaned in reply, ‘Oh my God’, he thought, ‘she’s gonna touch my dick! I hope I don’t cream off!’ He began to lash his tongue over his mother’s sensitive tit points feverishly. He loved the taste of them in his mouth.
Sharmila reached down and closed her fingers over the straining lump in his pants. She felt it, running her fingers over it and giving it a gentle squeeze. She could feel his prick tip and the gooey stain of pre-cum in the fabric. The boy moaned loudly with his mother’s tit in his mouth. He felt his senses burning, felt the onrush of his orgasm approaching, with reluctance he pushed her hand away and let her tit slip from his mouth.
“What is it, baby, did Mamoni hurt you?” Sharmila asked, alarmed at his sudden thrusting away of her grasping hand. Soumya leaned back; his eyes squinted shut as he willed his young cum back into his balls.
“N-no… no… it just… felt too good… I didn’t want to… you know…” Soumya stammered.
Sharmila giggled. “Oh! Yes, I know, darling. I forgot how young you are. Don’t worry baby, I won’t be mad if you do. But it’s good that you are learning a little control.’ Why don’t we go into my bedroom, honey, and get more comfortable.” She suggested.
Sharmila took a deep breath and hoisted herself up off the couch. She had to smile when she noticed the wet spot she had left on the cushion. “See what you do to me?” She asked, giggling and pointing to the moist stain.
“Wow,” Soumya said. He put his finger to the spot and rubbed the tip of it into the wet fabric. Then he brought it to his nose. He sniffed deeply at it. “Wow,” he sighed again.
Sharmila laughed,”You like?”
“Oh god, Mamoni, I love it!”
“Well, come on, let’s go get in bed. Then you can have more, a lot more!” She led the way.
Soumya stared at his celeb mother’s firm pear-shaped bubbling ass as she walked in front of him, swaying her hips like a slut for him. The boy could hear a faint squishing sound as she walked and realized his mother was wet… wet between her legs. He had heard about that, how women got juicy in their pussies when they got horny. He wondered what it felt like, smelled like, tasted like! His cock throbbed as he walked. He reached down, pulling at his pants, trying to free the rampant shaft from its uncomfortable position.