Shekhar was not skilled, but gave his all. He tried to keep track of the too much ass of Madhuri against his skinny hips. He gave some deep thrusts in Madhuri’s pussy, and both of them moaned on it. His eyes remained closed and the chill in his heart and body said content. Madhuri moaned more once her big butt made waves, as being repeatedly hit by Shekhar’s slender hips. But it wasn’t enough for Madhuri and again spreading her hand at his back, she spanked his ass tightly, an indication, and barked, “harder son. Harder!” Her passion was out of this world.
He obeyed but that called her to demonstrate her charge time and again, as she spoke many commands in between as,
“Hold son!”
“Harder!”
“Halt!”
“Just the tip!”
“Spank Aunty’s butt!”
“Deeper!”
“Keep going!”
So even though it was Shekhar with the dick, every moment of his dick was controlled and performed by Madhuri.
Madhuri on the other hand moaned and made sounds like the sex enthusiast she was. She was loving this and probably wanted this to end this way too. She said, “Cum in me son. Don’t hold back when you are near.” It had been 20 minutes now in the same position, a feat deemed unachievable by Shekhar’s sexual might, but Madhuri had had him last that long. Shekhar held her waist and shoulders and used all his energy to keep thrusting in her pussy. Madhuri moaned at her highest of pitches. Five or six deep strokes, and he was close as he announced, “I’m about to come Aunty.”
“Do it son. Soil Aunty!” And those were the last words they shared before Shekhar released all treasury of his thick cum in Madhuri’s pussy. A totally dream fuck. The teenage of his which never made sense with his boyhood now had a purpose fulfilled. With this fuck, Shekhar had come forward way too many years and now on to betterment. He had earned this, definitely earned this. Madhuri was truly a goddess in many classes.
Madhuri was smiling when she put herself to prone. A natural domme, but had a shyness to her, because this was the kind of sex from the best of days with her husband. And to say they never had bad sex, manifests the high tiered fuck Shekhar just helped her experience. Shekhar tightly hugged himself with Madhuri’s waist in love, and Madhuri smiled and said, “Oh oh, someone is happy tonight.” She stroked his hair.
“I surely am Aunty. Thank you so much.” He said being all honest.
“Pleasure is all mine son, isn’t it?” She joked.
“Yes Aunty, it is. And I’ll make sure of it always.” He smiled.
“My good boy.” She kissed on his forehead. Shekhar’s casually roamed over her butt, as they were set to make an conversation.
“Can I ask you something Aunty?”
“You may son.” She ruffled in his hair more.
“What was that gentleman saying about you being principal Aunty?”
“Oh that.” Madhuri paused with a smile, “I’m glad you asked son. Because your presence has indeed played a significant part in it.” She said.
“I’m pleased Aunty. What is it?”
“I’ve been appointed the new principal after winning the recent elections son.”
“That’s great Aunty.” Shekhar’s face brightened all of a sudden, even more than fucking his mistress. He had a genuine feeling for her. “But why would you thank me Aunty?”
“Because you were here my son, as my slave, as my plaything, fulfilling my drive to take the upper hand and satisfying that urge, so that I could focus better elsewhere. I used your submission for my mental advantage.” Madhuri had a bold and scarcely apologetic tone saying that. But one could make out that guilt so wanted to overtake there.
“I don’t see as a problem Aunty” Shekhar looked in her eyes, and continued, “You can use me as your plaything Aunty. You own me and can do to me as you desire.” And there vanished all the possibilities of guilt. Shekhar all of a sudden curbed the struggles of Madhuri’s conscience. That’s why their relationship was perfect.
“You are the most valuable thing in my life son, after Aarav and my children. And I’m very glad to own you.”
“Now the pleasure is all mine Aunty.” Shekhar gave a shy smile. Madhuri kissed him on his forehead lovingly.
“That I’d gladly have you have. Now who wants to be fed by Aunty’s breast milk?” She said it sing-songy.
“Me.” Shekhar jumped up.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Aunty’s baby boy!” he said in his little role.
“Whom….”
“Aunty loves very much.”
“And who…”
“Loves Aunty very much!!” Shekhar smiled all along like a little boy waiting for candy.
His candy finally arrived as Madhuri got Shekhar’s face close to her big breasts. She put her one matured nipple in Shekhar’s mouth. Shekhar wrapped his hands over her naked round butt and stayed in the position. As far as Madhuri was concerned, she had been lactating continually after the birth of her second child, given the kink she and her husband shared, and Shekhar made the most of it. No sooner did he suck on it than her sweet breast milk delivered in his mouth from the many tiny openings on her nipples. Madhuri felt relieved as well, as did her baby boy. Not only was it her fetish, but she also loved to feed Shekhar for her love for his little role.
Madhuri never stopped patting on his head until Shekhar had drowned to sleep with her nipples in his mouth. When Madhuri found him peacefully asleep, she took her nipples out of his mouth. She peacefully wrapped her one leg over his waist, and completely entrapping Shekhar in the naked cuddle, headed to be asleep too.
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