I could hear the moaning sounds of my mom Sulo. Ours was a one room kitchen.
“Please go slow. Our son is getting older now.
She used to whisper. I was 18 years . Sulo was 40 yrs. It was the same every alternate night.
My dad used to hump her. I could not see anything as it was dark but could fantasize.
Mornings I used to watch mom adjust her blouse. She did not wear bra. She was so sexy that I used to masturbate thinking of her.
Mom looked elegant in sarees. I was an average student. One afternoon I was sleeping beside her and couldn’t control myself. I kept masturbating looking at her blouse. She suddenly woke up to see me wet.
She got angry.
You are in high school now and have to concentrate on studies. I got ashamed. Started studying seriously.
My only entertainment was in the nights when my dad kept fucking her.
Exams were over. I got good marks. Mom was very happy. She was wearing saree in such a way that I could see her blouse with one button open.
I kept looking at her sideways.
Mom caught me looking. But this time she smiled. She came near me.
Took me in her lap.
Unbuttoned her blouse buttons
I could not control myself.
I sucked her boobs hard. I kept on sucking. She pulled me away. I took another boob and kept sucking.
She got up and adjusted her saree.
Bas it’s over my son.
But I wanted more and grabbed her by her waist.
She wriggled out and pushed me to the bed.
I pulled her over me and kissed her lips with my fingers cupping her boobs over the blouse.
She turned me over and bit me playfully. I pulled off her saree ripped off her blouse and lay my hands all over her.
I removed my banian and kissed her. We kissed each other passionately with my fingers playing over her breasts.
I sucked and bit her nipples. She pulled my hair and guided me to her wet pussy. I kept licking it till she shouted
Enough my son.
Not enough. I said as I kissed her lips. My cock glided into her pussy smoothly. It was much easier than the porn movies I watched.
I kept on kissing and my cock made swishing sounds as it kept thrusting into hers with full passion.
The door bell rang. I could not stop till I cummed into her. Mom rushed into the bathroom.
I adjusted and opened the door. It was my friends reminding me of the cricket match.
I coughed and acted ill. I told I can’t come. They went away. I shut the door and knocked the bathroom.
Mom was adjusting her saree. I dropped my shorts and stood naked before her.
She held it in her hand and kissed me.
We had passionate sex in our small bathroom floor and didn’t even mind the utensils kept for wash which made lot of noise as I kept thrusting my cock in her.