Pooja could clearly see a dark wet patch on Karan's trouser near his crotch. Pooja was delighted. She then helped Karan with her shoulder support, walking him to his house from the elevator. Ringing the doorbell had no effect. When no one answered the door for a few minutes, Pooja rang the doorbell to Ria's door. Shriya opened the door and looked at the distressed face of Karan supported by Pooja holding Karan's bag. Pooja and Shriya both supported Karan, making him sleep on the sofa in the living room. Karan had nearly fainted. Pooja explained to Shriya what happened in lift, which was he fell from exhaustion. She as a good citizen of the building, was helping Karan reach his house but no one seems to be answering. Shriya explained, "Rekha has gone to Satsang and would return when Karan was supposed to be back from college. I can take care of him till then."
Pooja left with urgency to attend kitty party. Karan was sleeping, in fact snoring, with the exhaustion of whatever had transpired. Previous day's motherly love and that day's mind fuck had drained him completely. Shriya switched on the fan and came to touch Karan's forehead. It was hot. She tried calling Rekha, but her phone was switched off. Satsang had become very formal with no cell phone disturbance. Shriya decided to use the old method of using ice cold water band to place on Karan's forehead like she would do for Ria. While she was busy doing it, her gaze fell on Karan's crotch which had a dark patch of wetness on his trousers. She felt sorry for Karan. She thought the boy was suffering from fever and exhaustion and may have pissed in his pants. She wanted to wake him up, but he was still sleeping and her motherly instinct told her not to disturb him.
Shriya was feeling sad for Karan. And looking at his crotch, she felt her own feelings raging. She had always felt Karan was the most handsome person. She wanted Karan to be her future son-in-law, but only if Ria agreed. From her own experience so far, she knew Ria had a soft corner for Karan and Karan looked lovingly at Ria. She felt gloomier but she decided to at least check and clean the trousers. With doubt and hesitation, she moved herself close to Karan's crotch. She was half expecting herself to revolt at the pungent smell of piss, but she immediately recognized the aroma of jism. She was utterly confused. Why was Karan in this state when Pooja left him here? Did Pooja do something with Karan? Her mind rationalized that if Karan had gone to college and his bag is the proof for it, then Pooja was not someone who would have done anything. But she still thought about asking Karan once he woke up from his sleep. She knew Mrs. Pooja Goswami had a penchant for young blood and she was known to be sexy and seductive.
Presently Shriya was full of doubt and not sure what she wanted to do next. Karan was sleeping like a log. She decided after a few minutes of introspection that she should at least check if everything is fine with Karan in his crotch. She loosened his belt, reaching for the button of his trousers to unfasten it. She lovingly pulled down his trousers to his thighs, taking care to lift Karan's buttocks a bit off the sofa. Her hand touching his firm butt, sent currents through her body. She was used to going without sex for a long time in her marriage, but this is just a clean-up job, she told herself repeatedly. The erotic aroma of Karan's jism hit her nose even more clearly while her eyes looked at the wetness which was too much for his light blue underwear. The dark patch of his cum was spread far with his bulge evident, showing off a thick droplet of accumulated cum near his bulge. It was this notorious drop and the wet patch of his underwear that had resulted in his trousers getting wet.
Shriya started breathing deeply. The sight was exciting her beyond control. Her heart was racing. She glanced at the watch and ensured that there was enough time in hand. She again waited and struggled for a few minutes before she finally put her hands on the sides of Karan's underwear and pulled it down to the trousers level with care. Karan's semi erect penis flopped out of the confinements of his underwear but what surprised Shriya was the amount of cum that had accumulated around his pubic hair and around the sides of his balls which were engorged and seemed a bit red from being squeezed together by his own legs with the way he had been sleeping on the sofa.
Shriya looked at Karan's innocent face trying to control herself but even when she was looking at him and contemplating to get a towel or a napkin to clean the mess, her hand instinctively held Karan's semi erect penis and tried to raise it up. She looked down at his crotch and was thrilled to see that his penis was acting sensitively, rising to her gentle touch. A moan escaped Karan's mouth while Shriya's hand got a small spurt of his semen which ejaculated from his penis. The residual cum which would have got trapped in Karan's penis, finally got itself released out in the open world and into the caring hand of Shriya. Shriya jumped at this looking at Karan's face to check if he was still sleeping while her hand caressed his penis lovingly, spreading his cum over his penis. She got carried away in no time. Her hand was now moving at a good pace over Karan's hardening penis. She could not believe that Karan's penis was fully erect even in his state of fever. She wanted to give benefit of doubt to Karan that this was not his doing at all. She felt he was deprived of his sexual release and that would have resulted in a pent-up explosion. She felt current of excitement running through her body, mostly her own cunt getting wet at the hand job which she was giving. She raised her kameez over her tummy and tucked the end down her cleavage and gap between the neck of the kameez and her breasts to secure it in place. This gave her other hand freedom to pull her salwar's string which resulted in it dropping to her knees, facilitating her to touch her cunt over her red panties. She was flabbergasted to feel the amount of built-up of her own juices. Her panties were wet, no, soaking wet. She rubbed her cunt with the other hand while she continued shaking Karan's penis.
She had not behaved like this wantonly ever before and that too not with anyone, not even her husband. This was a very different experience for her. She let go of Karan's penis and pulled her panties to her thighs with both hands and then used her hands, one on her dripping cunt while the other to caress her erect clitoris. Masturbation was a peaceful activity which she had learnt the hard way but that day she learnt that masturbation done the hard way leads to a violent and high-pitched state of orgasm. She screamed as she felt her body shake with so much pleasure. Her fingers were literally crushing her clitoris while she was rubbing her cunt lips hard when she lost the sense of her surrounding screaming,
"Oh! Gooooodddddd! Karan, you are so good! Fuck, this is the best orgasm I ever had. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."
Her body jerked at least two three times before she came back to her senses. Her hand was wet with her own juices that were released from her orgasmic peak. She stood up from beside the sofa and walked awkwardly to get her towel from her bedroom.
When she returned, she was still walking awkwardly with her cunt still exposed, but her cunt was hot, and her hands were dry. She again went on her knees beside the sofa, caringly holding Karan's erection which had still not subsided even with no attention from her hand. She used her towel to clean the cum off Karan, rubbing his pubic hair, squeezing his balls, and stroking his penis with the towel. She was surprised that Karan had not ejaculated from her hand job. He was still erect. She looked at his face. He was still sleeping innocently, not aware of what was happening to him. Shriya decided that she should be good to Karan because unknowingly, he had been involved in connecting her to her best orgasm. She was not sure if he was a virgin like most of the boys before marriage. She was still feeling guilty, but she could not let this slip from her hands. She squatted over Karan's thighs with her knees spread and resting on either side of his thighs. She held his erect penis with her hand and guided it to her cunt which was again wet with anticipation of getting fucked by a virgin boy of her choice. Her mind told her that it was the right thing to do for both.
She slowly positioned and came down on his penis head with her wet cunt. She felt weak in her knees as Karan's hard penis started its ascent into her wet cunt. She slowly descended her body, engulfing his penis with her cunt. In no time, Shriya was completely resting her crotch into Karan's crotch, his penis deep within her. Shriya felt bad about this, but she was out of her mind. She started moving up and down, the room filled with the sound of her salwar rubbing hard on his trousers, and the fuch fuch sound of her fucking Karan. At this time, she was using her hands to press her breasts in the salwar, moving herself at a good pace to enjoy the fucking when Karan moaned and spoke in his sleep,
"Oh! Ria! Oh! Oh!"
Shriya felt guilty and happy at the same time. Guilty because she was fucking her future son-in-law and happy that Karan was still asleep and enjoying the pleasures which he felt was from Ria rather than her mother Shriya.
