Indian Sex Stories I Found My Son – Part 2 (Filled The Pot With Son’s Honey)

يتم بالوقت الحالي عمل عدة تعديلات داخلية وادارية بالموقع نتمني ان يتم كل شيئ بأفضل شكل يقوم بخدمة جميع الأعضاء والمشاركين بالموقع
نرحب بكل اقتراحات الاعضاء الحاليين بالموقع بقسم الاقتراحات والشكاوي او من خلال الرسائل الشخصية للفريق الاداري وسيتم مراجعه جميع الاقتراحات المقدمة من خلالكم ووضعها ضمن اولويات تحديد النظام الجديد للموقع
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I Found My Son – Part 2 (Filled The Pot With Son’s Honey)

My God! My son’s dick is so strong, powerful, really big and stouter than any of half a dozen, which I have seen. It is bigger, stronger and prouder than his dad’s. A thought ran in my mind that I must have it in all my holes. “Kanna you are wet, do you want me to rub your back?” I asked.

“No mom,” he mumbled. I smiled and came out of the bathroom. I know what he will do now. He is horny looking at his mother’s nakedness and touching the feather smooth body of his mom. He will masturbate now. He will stroke his manliness, maybe in his mom’s bra cup or the front of mom’s panty.

As I expected he came out after 20 minutes. While passing through my room he didn’t even look at me. As he went into his room, I again ran into the bathroom and took out my bra. Yes, he ejaculated in bra cups. I also found sticky wetness in the front of my panty where my pooku touches.

Though I came into the room, my thoughts were on him and on his modda. Unknowingly I rubbed my palm over the saree on my itching pussy. After a while, I heard him say, “Mom. I am going out be back in the evening. ‘My poor boy’ I thought. And the full afternoon I spent thinking about him only.

That evening by the time he came, I dressed properly, not like the dress I wore during the last ten days, exhibiting myself to tease him. I wore a cotton saree, which covered my full body. Yet my hillocks were protruding out through the blouse. My nipples turned robust and brushing my blouse. I didn’t wear a bra.

The nipples were so stiff that their impressions were visible blouse and saree.
“Kanna! Tea ready!” I called him, keeping the teacup on the table. I too took one cup and sat at the table. At my side is his teacup. Beside it is biscuit plate. I was waiting for him. My thoughts were on his dick only.

After a while, my son came and without a word we finished our tea. As I stood to he came behind me, encircled his hands around me and said, “Mom, I don’t know to tell this to you or not. But if I don’t tell now, I can’t control myself.” I just turned my head and looked at him.

“Amma. nuvvu. nuvvu. chala andam ga vuntavu thelusaa?” (Mom, mom, you are so beautiful you know?)” he said. His words increased the horniness in me. “Really Kanna?” I asked with a deep husky voice. He moaned and raised his hands up and holding my firm boobs pressed them hard.

‘Mmmm, my how strongly he pressed,’ I thought and enjoyed his pressure on them. “Yes, Mom! It is true I didn’t see any woman who can make boys so horny as you. No one is as beautiful as you. I didn’t see any woman or girl as I saw you in the morning. Do you know what thoughts are running in me?”
He raised my blouse up and playing and pinching my stiffened nipples. My hillocks are swelling more to tear the blouse. “What?” I turned my face towards him and my quivering lips brushed his cheeks. My voice had become huskier. For my question, he again moaned. His hot lips touched my earlobes.

“You are so beautiful, mom. I want to touch you, want to feel you. To kiss you passionately.” As my boobs were fully covered under his palms, a sweet moan came out of his lips. I was calm till the pressure of his palms lessened on my boobs. I turned back and pushed him back.

I saw pure lust and desire in his eyes. Of course, he might have seen the same in my eyes also. I kept my palms on his cheeks, holding him kept my lips on my son’s lips and gave sucking kiss (French Kiss). Then I keeping my left hand on his chest and running the same there.

I kept my forefinger on his lips and said “Your dad may come at any time now. So hold mischievous actions for the present. I am very happy for the words what you said now, and what you have done in the morning while soaping me. It had been a long time that any man had looked at me so desiring and spoken so openly.”

My poor boy blushed like a girl for my words. “Do you know why I was playing like this? I liked the way you looked at me on the first day. That is why I continued it so far. Not only that I liked your nakedness in the morning and the looks you saw through the mirror.”

For my words, he was shocked and looked at me in awe. “And there is nothing I want to hide from you,” I continued, “You are not only the one burning with desire, but I also. I know how strongly you desire me, I want you as strongly as you.” I gave sweet smile and gave a small kiss on his cheeks.

He was dumbstruck for my words. “Are you going for the cricket practice tomorrow?” I enquired. “No mom I want to stay at home only,” his words were trembling. He said them with difficult. Even his lips were quivering. “Good,” I said. My hand slipped on his thigh and then on his stiff organ and pressed.

Then fumbling with his zip I pushed my hand inside. The naughty fellow didn’t wear anything inside. I held his nakedness and ran palm on his length. Then moving further down I weighing his testis in my palm said.

“Tomorrow after your dad’s departure to the office, come to my room with this bat. There I will see how good a batsman you are? And how many fours and sixes you are going to hit. Now like a good boy go to your room and concentrate on your exam preparation.”

Then without looking at my son, I went to my room. That whole night I could not sleep. His lust filled eyes, his desirous look, his athletic body, and his powerful tool was reeling in my mind. I don’t know what is his position.
Next day morning when was busy with my chores, my son had gone out.

He didn’t inform me nor his dad. After the departure of my husband, I was eagerly waiting for his arrival. But he didn’t turn up. Minute after minute my excitement and tension were increasing.

‘Why did he go out? What did he think of me when I said those words to him? Did he think I am a whore or what?’ I was thinking. At last, after half-an-hour of his dad’s departure, he came. “Kanna! Where did you go?” with anxiety I asked. “I couldn’t control the tension. Mom. I went to practice, but could not practice.”

His face is tired. I took him in my arms. “My poor boy why tension?” I ran my palm on his back. “Come have breakfast.”

“I am thirsty, mom,” he said looking at boobs. “Silly boy, that thirst can be fulfilled. But have breakfast first. You need energy for your batting. Today I prepared your favorite items.”

“What mom?”

“Kheema paratha, go and freshen yourself and come.” After ten minutes when he came he was in his pajama and cotton T-shirt. I was waiting for him at the dining table. In front of me are the plates.

“Come, my dear boy, sit here, let me feed you today with my hands,” and I taped at my lap. There was a wonder, but, his eyes were sparkling. I made him sit in my lap and pressing my milk pots to his back I started feeding him. My left hand is on his lap. I could feel the stiffness of his tool over the pajama.

“Kanna! It seems your bat is eager to do batting.” I lightly squeezed his manliness. After breakfast, we both came to my room. I sweetly smiling at him said. “It seems you prepared well for the batting,” I teased him. He also smiled and said, “It seems you have also prepared the pitch well.”

He came to me and said, “Let me see the pitch report,” saying so he took my tits under his palms and squeezed hard. A sweet moan came out of my mouth. “Pitch seems good at the bowling side. Let me see the batting pitch also.” He quickly slipped his hand down.

He covered my pussy under his palm over the saree and pressed. With his this action I couldn’t control myself. I embraced him in my arms and kissing his hot lips. Took his lips in me and sucking. “Match is going to start we have to remove the covers from the pitch,” and first he removed my saree from my shoulder.

Then one by one hook of the blouse. I didn’t wear a bra that day. He ran right palm on my left breast, soothing it. Then took the stiffened nipple and pinched it hard. With his left hand, he pulled the frills of my saree. It fell at my feel. Inner lahanga followed suit and also my panty which had already turned wet.

By the time I pulled his T over his head. By seeing his strong wide chest I had a fear. I pulled his pajama knot which fell at his feet. The naughty fellow didn’t wear his underwear and his tool sprang and touched my naked thighs. We both were naked in front of each other as just born babies.

He threw me on the bed I fell spread-eagled on my back. I closed my eyes, opened my thighs wide and waiting for him to jump on me. But instead of jumping on me my lovely son is staring at my nakedness. Though I am married 21 years and enjoyed the love games, today I felt I am a newlywed bride and felt shy.

I covered my tits with left elbow and my pussy with my right hand. He came to me and slowly removed my hand from my pulsating pussy and stamped a warm kiss on my pussy lips. “My dear son, start batting you can do the other preliminaries later.”

I pulled him over me and kissing his lips took his one hand on my tit. I slipped my hand between us and holding his bat placed it on the pitch, pressing my palm on his bum raised my waist up. Understanding my eagerness he gave a violent thrust in me.

Though I was fucked for so many years I felt that his tool is tearing me. But at the same time, I felt joy as my son’s dick is rubbing my cunt walls. There was pain cum pleasure in me. He was moving his dick in and out my pussy. Though it was tight in the beginning, after 8-10 strokes it is moving freely in me.

I was raising my bum up to meet his thrust. He was deep in me up to the hilt and then out and again in. in and out, in and out. His rhythmic movement is moving in me like butter and honey smeared dagger. He entered in me again, my lips were in his lips. His strong palms mauling my boobs more harshly.

My body was wriggling under his body. Like this encouraging, each other, we mom, son’s incest game continued for a long. For the third time, I reached my orgasm. My lovely boy continued for another five minutes. I felt his pulsation and waiting for his warm sperm to fill me.

“Mom, I am about to come, where do you want my release? Inside my birthplace?”

“Oh! Come inside me dear son. Come deep in me. Let your hot honey fill mom’s honeypot.” My pussy muscles gripped his tool tightly. The movement I said his hot semen filled my love hole. He released so much that it was overflowing out of my pussy and dripping towards my ass.

My juices had bathed him. “Mom it seems the pitch is totally drenched,” he said kissing my neck and earlobes. His palms are still playing with my milk pots and pinching the nipples.

“It is alright son. Even the pitch is filled with your honey. There are methods to avoid unwanted situations.” I smiled and kissed him with satisfaction. “Orey Kanna. can I ask a question? Will you tell me the truth?” I asked fondling his face and combing his hair with my fingers. “What Mom?”

“It is not the first time for you. Isn’t it? Then how did you retain so long my dear?” I looked into his eyes and asked. He just smiled at me mischievously. He might have observed the happiness and satisfaction in my eyes.

“Triple Century Kanna. I have reached my orgasm thrice. Nowadays even with your dad, I am not getting three times. You have played the longest innings on your debut and scored a triple century,” fondling his hair affectionately I said.

“Amma, will this continue like this?” he looking into my eyes asked. “Why did you got that doubt Kanna. This continues permanently. Are you happy now?”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“Why thanks, my dear. Now we both are one isn’t it?” That full day till the time of his dad’s return from office, we enjoyed a lot. He played with his bat in my mouth, in the back between my boobs and what not. That excitement and joy are different. Let you know about it later.

So this is how I found my son as my lover and fucker. Hope the readers enjoyed it a lot. I wish you all such joy in your ventures also. Good luck. Sarayu.

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