When he said he didn't have a girlfriend because he liked voluptuous, curvy women, and then gently pressed his body closer, I suddenly felt something hard and hot pushing against the soft curve of my ass. I knew instantly what it was, his cock. It was rock hard and twitching slightly against me, just like that afternoon when he had seen me naked. My breathing became fast, I should have moved away, but I didn't. For a few long seconds, I let myself feel the heat and hardness of my son's erection pressing into my plump bottom. It sent a forbidden thrill through my body.
He kissed my cheek softly, inhaled the scent of my hair, and then stepped back. I stood there in the kitchen for a moment, my heart racing, my nipples tingling under my kameez.
Over dinner I tried to keep the conversation light, but the memory of his hard cock pressed against me kept replaying in my mind.
Later that night, after Yash went inside his room, I was alone in my room as my husband was out of town as usual for business trip. The house was quiet; I lay down in bed feeling strangely happy and restless. I kept thinking about everything Yash had said to me -- how beautiful I looked, how well-maintained my figure was, how he preferred curvy women like me. A young man half my age was finding me attractive. It made me feel young, desirable, and feminine again.
I got up quietly, closed the bedroom door, and stood in front of the full-length mirror in our room. I slowly removed my nightie and stood there completely naked, just like that afternoon when Yash had seen me. I looked at my reflection with new eyes from the eyes of my son and he was not at all wrong. My big, heavy breasts with dark brown nipples, soft belly with deep navel and wide, rounded hips really made me look voluptuous. For the first time in many years, I didn't feel like just a 45 year old housewife. I felt beautiful, sexy and desired.
My hand started moving on its own. I cupped one of my breast and started gently squeezing it, with my nipple getting hardened. My other hand slid down over my soft belly, through the thick bush of curly hair covering my pussy between my thighs. I was already wet from all the excitement. The moment my fingers touched my swollen clit, a current ran through my body and soft moan escaped my lips. I was getting sexually excited after a longtime.
I started rubbing my clitoris slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed. Out of nowhere Yash's rock-hard cock appeared in front of my eyes with the visuals of the way it had twitched and stood straight up when he saw me naked. I remembered the way Yash had pressed his thick hard dick against my ass this evening.
I imagined what it would feel like if he touched me, if he squeezed my breasts with his strong hands, if he kissed my lips, if he sucked my breasts... if he pushed that hard cock between my legs and entered his own mother's hairy pussy.
The thought was so forbidden and wrong, yet it felt so powerful. My fingers moved faster over my clit, also reaching inside the wet folds of my vagina. My breathing became faster. Within minutes, I experienced a strong orgasm, one of the strongest I had ever experienced. My body was trembling and my mind was filled with only one image, my son Yash making love to me with his thick hard cock. I started moaning and whispering "Ohh.. Yash.." I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning his name out loud.
Afterwards, I lay back on the bed, my body was glowing with satisfaction and guilt. I knew this was dangerous. I was a married woman, a mother, a religious person who was loyal to her husband. But tonight, for the first time, I touched myself, fantasizing a man other than my husband. It was my son's hard cock that had brought me to orgasm. I knew I wanted more of his attention.
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I knew that today's efforts had got me nearer to my goal. My plan was working. Mom was liking me complementing her figure, me spending time with her and taking interest in her personal life. I also knew about her feeling of lonely, since Papa was not providing her with much needed love and affection.
My mind was occupied with all these thoughts, eluding my sleep. I woke up and went to kitchen to get a glass of water. I heard few soft noises coming from mom's room, she must have forgotten to lock the door properly and left it slightly open. Through this thin slit, I saw my mom, Pallavi, standing completely naked in front of the mirror, caressing and squeezing her breasts and rubbing her clitoris. Her eyes were closed, it felt like she was in a trance-like state, reaching a powerful orgasm. I could hear muffled sounds of her moaning in otherwise completely quiet house.
"Ohh.. Yash.." words came out of her juicy lips, her body was trembling with orgasm.
I couldn't believe my ears. My mom, Pallavi was imagining me, her own son while pleasing herself. My hand went inside my pajamas, grabbing my already rock hard cock and started stroking it, watching the glimpses of mom stimulating herself. As I saw mom getting back to her senses, I quietly went back to my room. Urgently I needed to relieve myself from the painful throbbing hard on, I stroked my cock frantically reimagining my mom pleasing herself, till it ejaculated a thick load of cum.
"Pallavi, my love.. I wish my cock was inside your motherly pussy while I came" I whispered to myself.
End of Chapter 2