He stood transfixed for several seconds before leaning over her. Padmabati had the body of a woman at least half her age, even more beautiful than the nude young film-actress like Alia Bhatt or the matured film-actress like Shilpa Shetty or Kajol Debgan who posed in the “girly” magazines that he used as he jacked off in the privacy of his bedroom.
With a lustful smile on his provocative featured widow mother, the young man climbed onto the bed and knelt between her carelessly spread thighs, careful not to wake her. At least not yet anyway! The heady, aromatic fragrance of his mother’s moist cunt filled his young nostrils as he bent his head towards her open crotch.
The smell of his mother’s pussy was so pleasing, much different from his sister’s cunt smell. Ever so carefully, Sundar eased her smooth, creamy thighs wider apart and lay down on the bed, positioning his mouth directly above Padmabati’s long, glistening slit. The lips of his sleeping mother’s cunt gaped beautifully open, revealing the juicy, pink wetness within.
It was a delicious sight which the excited young man found impossible to resist. With eager hands, he began to stroke his mother’s naked belly and smooth inner thighs, occasionally letting his fingertips brush tantalizingly against her moist, curly cuntbush.
Sundar could feel the heat emanating from his mother’s cunt and it spurred him on. Leaning on his elbows, he reached out and smoothed the soft hair away from her pink cuntslit and very slowly inserted a finger into it. Padmabati moaned softly, instinctively lifting her hips up against the invading digit. Although her cunt muscles quivered and clasped at his finger, she still remained fast asleep. Sundar inserted a second finger and began to fuck them slowly in and out of his mother’s tight, slippery cunthole, watching her face intently for any signs of awakening.
Padmabati’s cunt-juice began to ooze out around her son’s fucking fingers and dribble down the crack of her ass. On impulse, he leaned forward and licked up the clear, fragrant droplets before they could fall onto the bed sheets. As his hot, wet tongue rasped suddenly over her sensitive flesh, her eyes flew open.
The first thing Padmabati saw was the top of her son’s head, bobbing up and down between her wide-spread thighs, and the first thing she felt was the pure bliss of his tongue and fingers working on her quivering gash.
Padmabati groaned with pleasure as she realized what was happening, and reached down to grab her son’s head with both hands, pressing his mouth into her eager cunt. She had been jealous, like just any mother, when her son fell in love with a lady reporter, named Rita. Her son was being taken away by a young girl who came out of nowhere. She had even secretly wished sometime that Sundar would separate from his lover and prayed to the God that instead of Rita, her son would take herself as his fiance but she knew it was an evil thought.
At last the God heard her continuous praying and what was happening now was far beyond that. Her son was getting intimate with her in a way she had not even imagined. She was excited and pleased.
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