Sex With True Lover

I stood in the dark and peeped through the gap of the half closed window. He might have forgotten to put off the light and the full view of his nude body sent rush of blood to my heart. His hand moving fast up-and down a vast piston, about ten inches in length and two and half in diameter. I felt my panty moistened. Then for the fragment of a moment I felt conscience stricken. After all, he is my own son. I bore him in my womb for long nine months.

Still my passion got the better of me and I observed patiently his orgy to the end while fluids spurted out a few feet. I returned to my room, shut the door carefully and finger fucked my pussy always thinking about the throbbing vast cock and climaxed several times.

Dilip is just eighteen, a college student. He is not only a brilliant student but also his depth and range of knowledge astonishes everybody and he has been christened 'prodigy' by everybody. When he talks with elderly people with gravity and confidence my mind feels with pride and at times it occurs that he is not my son, but some mature wise man. I feel some sort of love, a bit different from a mother's love for her child.

The spectacle of this evening enhanced my love toward him and my heart dwindle between that of a mother and lover and in bed at night after my hubby had fallen asleep as usual I remained sleepless for hours and my lover entity got the better of motherhood.

A few days later the opportunity came all of a sudden. I had gone to the 'Big Bazaar' with Dilip for weekend marketing. As soon as we came out the light went off all of a sudden. The nasty load shading. It may last for an hour or more. The 'bazaar' employees started the generator, but the light outside was deem. Moreover the road ahead was pitch dark. So we had to wait. I stood close to the outer wall of the 'bazaar' building with my son right behind me. We were pressed hard from all sides by multitude of people. Suddenly I felt the touch of hardness on my buttock, the lengthy fat rod pressing hard in between my two butts. I instantly spread apart my legs, bent a bit forward and my legs stuck with his. His hands now clutched me hard. One around my waist, and the other on my right boob. I felt his fingers slowly playing with the boob, and I slowly swung my butts from side to side and felt my panty fully wet. His hands pressed me ecstatically and I felt his fluids jetting out. We remained standstill till the light came. We moved toward the rickshaw stand. The fly of his pant was wet with semen. I pointed out and asked him to mop it dry with his hanky. Thereafter I asked him to check up if my sari at the back was also wet. He said sorry and mopped my butts with his hanky and fingered my butts playfully in the process. It was horribly blissful to me and I felt the door was opening up. He too desires me. May be he also loves me, not like a son, but a bit different.

In the rickshaw I placed my hand on the hard bulge of his pant and he did not object. On the contrary his hand entwined me and again started fingering my boob.

Thereafter it became easy. I used to return from office early. His father did not return before nine p.m. So we had plenty of time to play. I started wearing transparent and enticing garments so that my boobs, nipples and panty were clearly visible to him. He got excited to observe my sexy appeal, but did not at first approached me. He simply went inside his room and masturbated and I watched the orgy through the open window.

Then one day I found his door open while he was masturbating. I entered the room and he stood up in embarrassment. I said softly, 'don't worry darling', turned around, bent my body catching hold of the corner of the table. My swaying butts made him understood what I desired from him. He got up, caught hold of my boobs from behind and incident of the bazaar was repeated once again. Our game continued for a few days in this way. He hesitated to do anything more serious, I too had not the courage to go any further. Then ultimately he picked up courage and while caressing me from behind, he slowly lifted my sari and saya. I had not wore any panty. So as soon as he pushed his vast dick in between my legs, I caught hold of it and directed it into my wet pussy. He uttered madly, 'Sima I love you', I also repeated 'I love you my sweet Dilip' with utmost passion. Our journey toward heaven began.

It would be lying to say that I was fucked before by my hubby alone. I had affair with my maternal uncle before my marriage, and after marriage I had the opportunity to savor the cocks of three more, a Punjabi at a party while my hubby was dead drunk, and two colleagues of my hubby. But none had such a delightful vast cock nor did I love anyone of them. I even never had loved my hubby. But this is true love and a horrible cock as though it would split my pussy asunder.

[To be continued]