After their meal at the house, some TV, they retired to the two bedrooms. Meera discovered that the bright ceiling light could not be turned off as something was wrong with the switch. Deepika phoned the apartment block janitor who said he would look at it tomorrow, so she and Guddu resigned themselves to a night of sleeping with the light on. There was still tension between the mother and son but eventually, both fell asleep. Guddu had taken longer to do this thinking of what had happened that day. He was confused. Had what happened been nativity on Deepika’s part, was she teasing him, was she seducing him, her nephew? He decided it was probably the first.
As usual of late, Meera awoke with an orgasm raging through her body. This time not only was she fully awake straight away and not half-conscious but her memory of the dream was full, not disjointed and fragmented as before. Her mystery sex partner, the one who made her cum so strongly, the one who knew how she needed to be fucked by, was in fact Gundu, her son.
She lay there as stiff as board, frozen by the immorality of what she had dreamt, what had been making her cum so strongly for the past week. She was a chaste, conservative country born woman from a village 25 kilometres from Igatpuri and was far more traditional in thought and behaviour of women than those from the big cities like Delhi or Mumbai. She was proud of her good character and that she was not a sex-starved, vulgar bitch, like some she had seen in the Bollywood movies at a friend’s house as she did not watch them at her house. Of course, she had never watched porn. The thought of wearing a western dress or even a midriff revealing saree made her shudder. As for the morals of the younger generation, she was revolted. How could they act like that enjoying sex, not being faithful? It was what she had been conditioned to believe.
And yet here she was cumming at the thought of having her own son fuck her. And not just fuck her, but in ways that she had been embarrassed to hear as a young woman talking with others. Ways which were giving her pleasure. It was sinful to even think of things like this and with his son as well. She would have to obliterate this from her mind. It could never happen. But the strength of her cumming; she had never cum like that in the three years she and her husband, Kanhar, had fucked before she banished him to a separate bed because of his depraved fantasies. She shuddered as she thought of one of the minor depravities he had wanted, anal. How could anyone do that? As her mind wrestled with all this her hand was playing with her clit.
Guddu awoke to hear his mother saying, “Just as I expected. It’s big and strong just like you.” He became aware she had her hand around his cock stroking it slowly, feeling the veins running down the side and on its underside. It was rapidly growing to its full length. She hefted his balls in her hand and then looked directly into Gundu’s eyes. He was nervous. His eyes strayed. He was nude having fantasied and masturbated about his aunt. But now he could see his mother was naked. He was nude with his naked mother. His mother, just like in his forty-plus fantasies of him and her, and she was ready for sex.
He was uncertain what to do, afraid to mess up, especially after the disastrous mistake from the night before. “Relax my son, my special Guddu. Do you want your mother to do this?” She began stroking harder. Gundu moaned and his cock hardened to its largest ever. “How about this?” She flicked out her tongue. His moaning increased. “Then certainly this, because I want it as well.” She sucked the head into her mouth and gently fondled her son’s balls, knowing they were swollen with cum. Cum she was going to milk from him. Guddu closed his eyes and put his head back, then opened them quickly. It wasn’t a fantasy. He was watching his mother take more of his raging hard-on into her mouth. He watched her bobbing head and felt the surge of anticipation and arousal rising as it had done in his imagination so many times before.
“Guddu,, I’m going to make you cum. Drain you dry.” She sucked and licked taking him deeper and deeper, leaning her head back to overcome her gag reflex and deep throat her son. She pulled back quickly holding Guddu’s quivering cock in front of her as he came hard, aiming his shooting jism onto her neck and breasts, then down into her face from where it dripped onto her hard nippled tits.
Gundu was in heaven,. He was on a roll and wanted more. He guided his mother’s hands holding his cock back to her face, found her mouth and his cock head opened her lips. ” MMMMMM Hmm.” The muffled sound came from around the cock lodged in her mouth. His mother latched onto his cock, her tongue working overtime, following every movement of his rod as it fucked her mouth, the head between her lips until he exploded, filling her mouth with his last thick strands of cum. Cum that pulsed and throbbed in her mouth for a short time before she swallowed it. He watched as she sucked until he was emptied and dry, before she sat back, amazed at the huge loads of cum he had ejaculated, looking to see if he was satisfied because she was. Guddu tried to speak, to apologise.
“Shh, shh. It’s what I wanted. You did great. And so much cum. So much and I want more.”
She wiped her face and tits with her hand, and then led him from the cotton mattress on the floor to the double bed. Her naked body in front of him was just like he imagined. No, make that better than what he had fantasised over. Her tits were full, her nipples hard, her areolae dark and big. Her bush was thick and its hair darker than that on her head, covering the whole area between her legs. Her arse cheeks were round and bounced invitingly as she walked to the bed. On the bed, she moved his soft cock aside and sat on his lap. She took Guddu’s hand and positioned it between her legs. ” Just do as I show you.” She opened her cunt, let her son feel her sex moisture, dip his finger in her pussy and slide it up to her clit. She held her son’s fingers there and encouraged him to rub and stroke that area, moaning with pleasure as she responded.
After a while, she removed her hand and let Guddu keep going solo. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, moaning as he continued rubbing her. “Oh keep going Guddu. Don’t stop no matter how much I beg. I want this. I truly do.”
Guddu listened and wasn’t leaving the promised land. He pinched and rubbed and tweaked and massaged, using all the tricks and techniques he had imagined while masturbating in his bedroom. He listened as her breath changed, moaning and gasping until finally, she was wailing. “Uhh, uunghh, oooh, don’t stop, more, Ooooooh, ooh fuck, fuuuck, UHHH.” Then she collapsed against him, before turning and kneeling on him, kissing him and scratching and clawing at his chest.
“That was so good. Thank you, my son, and it’s only the beginning.” She kissed her son again, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss finished and she looked down. Her son’s cock was rising again, and she smiled in anticipation. Meera gave a small gasp as her son’s hardening cock began to expand only inches from her face. Almost reverently she reached out and wrapped one hand around Gundu’s throbbing cock and gave a small smile as she felt it twitch in her grip. “I really excite you,” she whispered. Gundu could only grunt in reply as she slowly began to pump his dick.