Broken Strings 8211 Part 6 The Intimacy Known
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Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.
After a steamy session, I fell beside her. After some time, I turned towards her and, holding her waist, got close to her. She looked at me for the first time. I kissed her, to which she reciprocated. I was feeling an urge to pee. I got up, wrapped the lungi around my waist, covering the still half-hard dick.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To pee, darling,” I said. I stepped on the floor, moving to the next room to go out. I again said, “The night is still young, mom. Get ready for the next round.”
I walked out and opened the door to go out to pee. Usually, I would have been scared to come out at that time. But the sex has given me new courage and feeling of man. As the cold breeze hit my body, soothing it, I started peeing at the tree. I did a few strolls to enjoy the weather.
After some time, I could hear someone at the door. My mom came out back in her chocolate sari and the green blouse she wore that evening. I smiled at her. She went to the bathroom, which is outside, and shut the door. I could hear her pee in the silent night.
She came out and sat on the steps. Her face was glistening under the moonlight. The maroon-colored vermilion on her forehead went sideways and distorted, a symbol of wild sex. She looked at me with a smile. I was walking half-naked when I reciprocated her smile.
I was enjoying it. I went and sat beside her. I took her hand, holding it close to my naked chest, asked her, “How is it?”
She smiled in response. I was a little confused by the smile. I thought I was not enough to equal my dad. Then again, I repeated the question.
“I loved it,” she said.
After a pause, I said, “That’s it?”
She looked at me with a naughty look and moved her hand on my chest, which now has the nascent hair. She moved her hands over my shoulders and looked at me.
“You are better than your dad. He was never able to engage me this long. Enough now. That’s what you want to hear, right?” she said in a low, shy, and naughty voice.
“No, is it what you feel?”
She looked at me, and our eyes met again. I saw her eyes smiling at me, and that was so tempting for me. I grabbed her at the back of her head and pulled her closer to my kissing her. We started to kiss passionately, which soon turned wet. There was a pristine silence.
We can hear each other’s breath and low sounds of response to kisses from inside our mouths. There was a low slurping sound due to the wetness of drooling saliva from our mouths. I pulled her a little closer by moving my hand from her back.
I was holding her waist as her right boob pressed to the side of my chest. My dick responded instantaneously to our lewd actions. We lost track of time as we indulged in our kiss. But there came the point where my dick was throbbing with excitement and needed attention.
I disentangled my lips and looked at her with my lusty eyes. She seemed to be in a similar position. Looking deeply into her eyes, I held her hand pushed into my lungi, which made its way to hold my naked dick. And when she held it, I felt as if somebody was killing me with pleasure.
She was holding as if not sure what to do next. I held her hand from over the lungi and made her hand move. This made her hand move the skin on the dick slide down and up along with the meat of the dick. That gave a deep sense of pleasure.
After a few minutes, I left her hand to continue with the act and kissed her once, looking into her eyes. I know she also needs attention. I, with my right hand, started to raise her sari till it raised to her knees.
“Shall we go inside?” she asked, stopping the act.
“No, continue,” I said, prodding her hand and pushing my hand inside the sari.
And when it touched her womanhood, she startled and said, “Chee, what are you doing?” and stopped the act again.
“This is finger fucking. Now don’t stop and continue what you are doing.”
She looked at me for a moment, surprised and weird. As my fingers started slitting her pussy lips, she gasped, closing her eyes and holding my tool tightly. Her grip was so tight that I felt the blood would stop circulating to it. I pulled her closer again, holding her waist.
I started moving my fingers slowly like a piston in her lubricated heavenly cave. Her eyes were still closed, with her grip loosened slightly and slowly moving. I could see her open her mouth to control her excitement and express the pleasure.
After a couple of minutes, my fingers started working a piston. She adjusted to the excitement and started moving her hand, shamelessly looking into my eyes. The gentle breeze of jasmine bush that covered us from public view was intoxicating and coupling our pleasure.
We got adjusted to the act and thoroughly enjoyed it. Now, as the excitement started to grow, we started kissing like mad dogs. I was kissing her lips, cheeks, face, neck, and shoulder blades. At times my left hand, which held her waist, moved a bit above.
I made her loose end of the sari slid a bit, exposing her cleavage. I held the boob and pushed from below so that the cleavage became evident. The mounds exposed from the blouse’s cut also increased. Within no time, our hands started to take the pace. She started to let out low moans of pleasure.
We came closer, and my hand started to pain a bit. There was tension building inside around my crotch. Within no time, I was ready to come. “I am ready to come, Shoba,” I yelled in her ears. While constantly sucking the ear lobe. In few minutes, I blasted in her hands.
I increased the force and pace in the excitement. She made a loud gasp, and my hand could feel the leakage from her pussy. As we blasted, we felt weak. She leaned to the half-broken brick boundary wall. I fell back to lie on the floor. We held our positions to overcome the pleasure and excitement.
After a minute, my mom looked at me first and came down to lie down beside me. Her head rested on my muscle. That was the first time she came so close. Although we were sleeping close to each other before, there was a distance that I could feel in her.
But now I can feel the proximity of her. She raised her hand and hesitantly placed it over my chest. We looked at each other for a moment. She came closer to land a peck on lips and whispered in my ear, “That was lovely.”
“You liked it?”
She smiled shyly. I held her bare waist, pulled her closed, and kissed her for a minute before separating and enjoying the fresh breeze. She also moved a bit away and lay beside me, looking at the sky above us. We lay there in silence, looking at stars after the hiatus of our bodies.
Time seemed to fly by the time our bodies regained the vigor for another round of marathons. We got inside it and switched on the night lamp. The watch was showing 2:35, barely stretching their hands while thin seconds hand making rounds in vigor.
I looked down at the bed we left an hour ago, which had become almost a mess. And looking at all that, my manhood sprang to life and is urging for another marathon session. I made no delay and pulled her close to me by holding her waist, still looking at the watch.
She was startled by the sudden unexpected act, and she fell on me to balance herself. Now her head rested on my shoulder, and the upper half of the body rested on my upper crest of the body. She balanced herself but stayed there, looking at me with a smile.
I placed my other hand on the bare side of the waist. I slowly whispered into her ears as my hands smothered her hands from elbow to shoulder over the new blouse, “I want to tear this blouse to pieces too.” She just smiled.
I could still sense a bit of hesitation for her to speak her mind. I understood that now I had her body in my control. But I also wanted her mind to in under my control. I decided that this round would fix that. I moved my hand to hold her boobs and started kissing her jaw.
I was giving wet kisses at her jawline till our lips met for a play. This time I pushed my tongue inside and started to explore her mouth. She opened her eyes for a moment but kept cooperating with my act. I started mauling her big boobs and grinding my hard-on into the crack of her ass over the sari.
Our bodies started heating up. I at once pulled her sari, exposing the boobs, and moved my hands to hold the blouse over the edges to start tearing it. But she pulled her face freeing her mouth, and held my hands with hers. I looked at her to know why she stopped after such a great two rounds of fucking.
“Turn off the lights,” she said, hovering her hand over my cheek. I didn’t want to upset her. We together moved to the switchboard in the same position, and I switched off the light. Then we got back to the bed. I could not keep my hands off her boobs and waist.
She came closer to me, receding to the previous position, except we were sitting now. I have the support of the wall. We resumed our kissing. Slowly it became intense. She turned towards me, making her boobs take support on my chest. I could feel her superiority in age and experience now.
But the intense lust that I am romancing my mom was adding vigor to match her experience. My hands rolled on her ass, exploring the softness of her ass cheeks. Slowly I moved over by holding her hands made her get back to the pillow. We were kissing while I disrobed her sari.
I got on top of her while kissing her. This time I made up my mind that she should feel my manhood inside her for a very long time. I have vowed that I would not cum till I made her for 3-4 times in a single fuck. I decided what I wanted to achieve. I pushed her petticoat over her waist and spread her legs.
Meanwhile, I removed my lungi and became naked. My manhood is breaking with hard-on raging to get inside and fuck her like a bull. She held my manhood and guided me to get inside her. As the tip of the cock touched the slit of her pussy, I rammed it without waiting for her response.
She gasped with the thrust. My rod made its way into her pussy. I held it in the position by tightly pinning her. I was enjoying the depth and warmth of the hole. And I continued with my wet kisses in her mouth. Slowly I started to move inside her pussy.
It was very slow initially, and I was taking my time. But that was making her impatient, and she was getting horny with the fuck. Understanding a woman’s body is very important for any man. And that moment, I understood my mom’s body.
As she continued to get horny, I teased her by intermittently giving her hard thrusts with some pace. We are lost in our world of pleasures in the darkness. I did not count the time, but I decided to fuck her like a man this time. Slowly I raised the pace while holding myself from cumming.
As I started fucking her with pace, her whole body was under my control. I could now hear the same sound of bangles. I used to hear when dad took her. But those were very faint, and that could be because I was in the other room with the door closed.
As I gave her long and hard fucks, she was also moaning lowly, trying to hold the excitement and pleasure under her lips. I sucked her boobs, had deep tongue kissing, and made her cum thrice before I increased the pace and came together with her.
I was hungover her naked body for some time before I unhooked myself from her body and slid beside her. I was still trying to catch up with the breath. I don’t know how much time passed by. But I opened my eyes when the lights switched on.
My mom was standing beside the bed, adjusting her sari. I was still naked and shamelessly lying on the crumpled bedsheet and distorted pillows. She was looking like a damsel in distress with her distorted hair and vermilion, a symbol of our steamy sex.
After she was satisfied with adjusting her sari, she untied her hair and quickly made a tidied bun at the back of her head. As she finished with her hair, her gaze turned towards me, and a seductive naughty smile greeted me.
I could not resist. I pulled her down, holding her hand. She sat beside me still with the same smile.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You have to tell.”
“My son just fucked me.”
“That’s it?”
After a short pause looking and trying to gauge my thoughts, she said, “My son just fucked me like a man.”
“That’s it?”
“I never had such a fuck in my life.”
“Not even with your husband?”
“No.”
I could sense the surety in her, ‘No.’ I pulled her closer to me and gave a deep kiss. Now, as I held her waist again, she held me to stop with her hand. I looked at her, a little surprised.
“It is already 4, and one of your siblings might wake anytime for water or piss.”
“So what?”
“I don’t want to be caught sleeping with their elder brother. So, for now, control yourself and get some rest. All the days are ours, right?”
“Really?”
“What really?”
“That I can fuck you anytime I want again.”
“Do you think you can stop, let alone me stopping you?”
“I thought so.”
She got up from the bed. She went to the corner of the room where the first blouse I had torn and thrown away was lying. She took it into her hands and looked at it closer, exchanging looks with me.
“What?” I said.
“Well, my son has kept his word.”
“What word?” I asked intentionally.
“That he will tear is worse than his father. And I think he pushed the blouse to reach its destiny.”
“Wow! That’s great.”
“Yeah! Now I have to find excuses to tell my real husband why the blouse is like this.”
She said, showing the completely torn blouse. It was worse than when I saw it last time after my father’s fuck in the shelf. I looked at her proudly. She also smiled naughtily and, holding it started to move towards the door. Before opening the door, she looked at me.
She said, “Shameless fellow, wear something, or you have to explain to your siblings why you are naked.” And without waiting for my response, I switched off the lights and disappeared.
In the darkness, I smiled vilely and put on my pajama and banian before restoring the bed to its position on the cot. I retired to bed, still feeling horny for my mom. I slipped into sleep thinking of how lucky I am to bed my mother, make her my woman, and think about my future romantic days with her.
To be continued.
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