Pregnant pedo mom continues with her abuse of a boy
After that day, when I had behaved ‘badly’ with my friend’s son, my curiosities were unsurprisingly awoken. I kept wondering, what other debaucherous act to commit on the unsuspecting boy and how to get him to spend more time with me.
Us women have these things called brains, that unlike men can’t get rid off certain obsessions and want for something. And come what fucking may, we make sure we get it.
Being in a similar state after that brief but unbelievable encounter, I lifted up my loose salwaar and felt for my clitoris. Running up my fingers around them, just the tip even, gave me goosebumps as I felt my skin melt when I noticed the amount of wetness it was sprouting.
𝘛𝘢𝘶𝘣𝘢, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
Getting out of my bed, I slowly walk across hallways and empty rooms of the unnecessarily huge and stupid mansion, till I reached the kitchen where Urmi was. My eyes didn’t spot my lover, my sweet Krishna but I was sure he would be swinging by here soon. He was always close to his mother.
Urmi saw me, and was quick to admonish me for walking around in my state but I shut her up, by pulling a chair and started to peel back some sweet peas. Although I love Urmi, my mind is now occupied only with thoughts of that child and my unfulfilled orgasm yet behind my mind I’m also wondering if it will even be worth it?
As expected, Krishna enters and stares at me, before hugging his mother from the back. Urmi gently shoos him away and I grab the opportunity to bring him to me. The kitchen has a slab on the sides and in the middle, built modern yet having the aesthetics of the old ancestral houses of Lahore. I playfully push the hyper boy behind the slab to hide away from Urmi, whatever I plan on doing to the boy.
“Why have you got up?” She asked me.
“Oh. I was just tired of sitting. I want to stand for a while just a little. Mother promise.” I clutch my throat and she reluctantly agrees. I prod her on telling the plot of the latest serial she had been watching, as I glance down at her son at my feet. His wide eyes are looking at me and as I stand clueless, I get a surprise when I see him lift up my half of salwaar to stare at my belly.
Getting inspiration, I slowly pressed his head towards my crotch and hold him there. I twist him around, disappointed that he isn’t doing anything. Only his breathing got a bit heavier and his small hands were begging on my thighs for relief from my grasp, but I kept on holding. I felt his tongue slither as his mouth opened beneath me and lick the sides of my thighs, somehow making my pussy wet. So wet that a few drops dangled down towards his head, falling down on his forehead and cheeks. I brought him out for air and he brushed his hair off my secretions, smilingly. Then he tasted them by dipping his fingers and his entire body shook at the obvious tanginess of the taste of my body. I laughed at his antics and played with his ears.
Urmi looked questioningly at me. Still giggling I struggled to speak.
“It’s nothing. Krishna was just being funny.”
Urmi looked at the pile absentminded while loudly admonishing her son.
“Krishna! Stop bothering Shabana aunty.”
Krishna turned to her voice but I held him to assuage his fear of being scolded by his mother.
“Urmi, I don’t mind. He’s so cute and naughty also. Aren’t you, little rascal?” I tapped his cheeks and he rubbed my thighs in agreement. I bent lower, making sure I was out of earshot of his mother.
“Want to go inside again?” Krishna shook his head, looking down.
“Please, Krishna. It’ll be fun. Think of it like your own private cave. Where you can play for however long you want. I won’t stop you.”
He twisted his arms like a little child and spoke for the first time.
“It is water like, very slippy. Scary also.”
I felt sorry for what I was doing for him, but I was still a horny bitch. I knew I had to coax him into this.
“Put your tongue out, Krishna. Put it out, like this, aaaa…” I opened my mouth and stuck mine out, making a fool out of me for a while, before he responded and stuck his out, before putting it back in.
“No, no. Again. Keep it longer. Yes…” He waited while I made sure he followed and I slowly made a necessary shape of my lips to suck on his tongue. My suction made sure he couldn’t pull back, even though he tried to. I removed my mouth from his when I saw Urmi walk towards us and stare.
“What new game are you teaching him now?”
“Uhm…how to tease, I guess. You know that tongue sticking game…”
“No one has to teach that.” She keeps her eyes on me while washing the freshly peeled veggies.
“Ok.” I act like I’m giving up. “It’s a secret game between us. So leave us alone.”
“Hhm. Whatever happens, I just hope he doesn’t turn into a freak like you.” I gasp in shock and smack her ass. She yelps and hits the floor with her anklet adorned feet in despair.
“See what I mean?”
“Go on, Krishna. Tell her to go cut vegetables.” Krishna’s attention on me, the only other adult he has to listen to, he hesitates a bit before saying,
“Ma, cut vegetables.”
“Ayy. You…” I laugh at Krishna’s imitation of me with his hands on his hips and it just makes Urmi wild enough but she smirks and sits back down in the ground in silence.
I try to control myself as I bring the boy closer to me and I sigh, knowing I’ll have to repeat…𝘰𝘩?
Krishna has pressed himself to my clothes, that is just a fabric away from my dripping pussy. I look down at Urmi. Seeing her busy, I lift my dress and push the little boy’s head in. Instantly, I feel his tongue on my cunt lips and I almost collapse in that initial contact. He just seems to be working his tip on me but that is more than enough, coupled with the possibility of being caught by my friend whose son I’m forcing into giving me an orgasm, to completely send me over the edge. I feel his tiny arms grab my engorged buttocks for support and I grip the solid slab for mine, as I begin to come.
Careful not to crush my little lovers head between my fat thighs, I hold on to dear life as I feel the torrents of feminine lovejuice flow from me, drenching the poor boy’s head. I tip my head back a bit, my eyes rolling back to my skull and I keep swallowing my saliva and anything down my throat to keep it occupied instead of screaming, but I know my erratic movements were definitely going to attract Urmi’s attention. Krishna somehow freed himself from me, I looked at his face which was confused and wet because of me, so I held him, still in my final throes of pleasure and rubbed my cunt hard. Krishna stood there not able to comprehend why I was rubbing ‘there’ like that and looking content.
I switched on the tap to let water flow and sprinkled some on Krishna, barely beginning to wipe of his face of my cum when his mother came to investigate. She couldn’t process the vast amount of liquid on the floor, her son’s drenched face and my own unstable state of not being able to stand owing to my furious orgasm. I gulped in shame and regret, while Krishna ran away skipping his steps as I tried to bring myself back to a saner stance, but my wobbly legs betrayed my every move. It just didn’t seem to stop, no matter how much I willed for it.
Breathing shallow, I spoke to my friend.
“I can explain, Urmi.”
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