Dipesh and Rashmi both tried to sleep but they couldn’t sleep due the heat.
“You were right Dipesh, it’s actually hotter than I expected. This summer is really harsh.” Said Rashmi sounding exhausted by this heat.
“So, should we ask uncle if we can go in their room?”
“No, no, it’s too late now.” Said Rashmi, you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable get rid of those pajamas and that t-shirt, it will make you feel a little better.
Dipesh brightened up after hearing this. He thought that maybe this was the first step of a getting a handjob from his mother. He threw his t-shirt and pajamas and slept only in his underwear now.
He his dick had already begun to get hard just thinking about the prospectus of his mother wanking him off.
“Mom what about you, aren’t you feeling the heat?” Dipesh asked pointing at her night gown.
“No, no, it’s fine actually, this is made of cotton so it’s a lot breathable.” Said Rashmi.
Dipesh knew he had to pretend to be asleep in order to get a handjob from his mother. Him getting a handjob while being awake was not possible, he thought.
Dipesh lay there awake with his eyes closed waiting for a hand-job from his mom. But it didn’t just happen. Though after about half an hour, he felt his mom’s smooth hand on his changed. She was sleeping on her side and her and now her hand was caressing his chest, his ribs then it went to his abdomen, she rolled her hand over the hair on his stomach.
Dipesh thought that the hand-job was closer but to his dismay her hand didn’t slip into his underwear this night.
Tired of waiting, Dipesh didn’t realized when he dozed off.
When Dipesh woke up, he found his arm draped around his mother’s bare stomach, he could feel it was smooth yet taut. Although, he was shocked he tried not to make some hurried movements and wake his mom up.
He saw that his mom was sleeping in her bra and a petticoat. He moved his hands slowly on her smooth bare skin. Felt her ribs under her palms and moved his hand even further up, some courage had gotten into hm he had to feel her boobs in his hands.
He felt her left boob in his hand, his mom didn’t have huge breasts but they were enough o fill up his palms. As he pressed her boob. Her body twitched. Scared, Deepesh quickly withdrew his hand and turned around to face the opposite side.
Rashmi was awake already while this happened. She was enjoying her son’s touch on her belly and his audacity to touch her boobs. Which meant that not only she wanted him sexually but even he wanted that. She could take the things further. She hadn’t touch him last night because she thought maybe she is just using her son for her fun. But now she knew that even he wanted it.
She turns to other side. She looks at the bare back of her son, who she knew, had to be awake. His body clad just in an underwear. She puts her right arm over him, caresses his chest, teases his stomach just like he did hers and then slips her hand swiftly into his underwear.
He was already hard. But she didn’t stop at his cock. She slipped her hand further into his underwear and felt the weight of his balls and massaged him. She then put her leg over his body. Their bodies were so close no that even air couldn’t pass through between them.
Deepesh could feel her bare stomach touching his lower back and her boobs mashed against his back.
Rashmi brought her hand back on his manhood and peeled its skin of its cockhead before she started to stroke it. She kept her strokes slow at first and increased the speed gradually. In between she planted a kiss on his back and cheeks.
Deepesh didn’t know what was happening but in a way he did know what was happening but just couldn’t believe it. “Is she awake? Or does she think that I am sleeping?” He thought to himself and decided to pretend to be asleep.
Rashmi increased the speed of her strokes it looked like there was some kind of animal was trapped in Deepesh’s underwear. Soon, Deepesh started cumming against the cloth of his underwear. Frontal part of his underwear was all wet.
Before withdrawing her hand from his underwear, she massaged his balls once again and then grazed her hands through his pubic hair.
Done with her enjoyment, she decided it was time to get up. What if her brother or his wife entered their room and saw Rashmi and her son in their underwear?
She leaned on her son, she sniffed on the wet part of his underwear as if it was some kind of drug powder. Then she finally got off the bed, dressed up and went about her business.
To be continued…