Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 5 - Crossing boundaries The following morning, Karthik delayed leaving for college as long as he could. I knew he wanted a little more practice and I could see he was as frustrated at Ramesh as I was. Would his father never leave? But Ramesh was oblivious to everything as he was immersed in the newspaper. Karthik finally had no choice; if he waited any longer he would be late for college. I walked with him to the front door, checking that Ramesh couldn't see, I quickly rose up and kissed Karthik firmly. "I promise I'll make time for you to practice tonight, Kanna." I whispered in his ear as I reached down and pinched his butt. He beamed happily at the prospect as he pushed open the screen door and bounced down the front steps. Ramesh eventually did leave, but it was almost three hours later. I was so angry at him I could spit and he never even noticed. I wanted to read more of Karthik's writing and I wanted to bring myself off. Again, Ramesh didn't kiss me when he left. His car was still visible from the kitchen window when I raced to Karthik's room and switched on his PC. Like the day before I was buck naked; "I love you, Karthik." I whispered to the empty room as I turned to his blog. What I was reading was about the first time I gave him a blowjob ...........Occasionally I could feel her teeth on my dick, and it hurt, but Amma could have chewed off one of my nuts and I would have rejoiced in it. And then it happened. I felt that old familiar feeling of my nuts tightening up and tried to warn Amma by tapping the top of her head. She only increased her pace. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from waking everyone in the house as a week's worth of semen boiled up from my balls and erupted into Amma's grasping, sucking mouth. I think the sheer volume of come surprised her but I have to give her credit. She pulled my jerking cock out almost all the way, tightened her lips around my head and tried to swallow as fast as she could. Her cheeks puffed out with each convulsion of my jerking dick. She got most of it down, but dribbles of my come escaped the corners of her mouth and dribbled on her hand. She did manage to gobble most of my load. Afterward, she let my softening penis slip from her mouth, scooped the residue of my jism from her chin with her hooked fingers and slurped them clean. She smiled wickedly at me like a Cheshire cat who found the cream and as I quivered and shook on the bed beneath her, she slipped from my bed and turned to go. "Happy birthday, darling." She whispered back at me by the door, "I have other gifts for you a little later when we can be alone." I was close to coming as I dreamed of sucking Karthik's cock and swallowing his semen. My thumb, coated with my slippery syrup, rubbed my swollen clitoris as two digits slid in and out of my humid center. As I idly played with my sex, I wondered what happened to make Karthik want me so. I was good looking enough, I supposed, but there were other mothers who looked good whose sons didn't lust after them. Weren't there? The story of 'Oedipus' was created many centuries before so I was confident I wasn't the only mother who was desired by her son throughout history, but 'normal' people didn't go down these paths. Did they? Did all sons want their mothers? The questioned remained; why did Karthik want me? What happened to start his obsession? I had frequently hugged him, oftentimes for no particular reason as he was growing up, but so what? I recalled the one time I interrupted him while he was abusing himself. Was he thinking of me, even then? To my knowledge he never saw me in any compromising state of dress. I laughed, then, as I extracted my hand from my sodden panties, my orgasm would wait for my shower. To my way of thinking, it didn't really matter why it happened, just that it did. Karthik lusted for me; I lusted for him. If he really wanted the things he wrote about, I was going to make them happen. In the quiet safety of my shower Karthik brought me off again and again in the guise of my fingers. Like that morning, evening found Ramesh ever-present. I wanted to scream with frustration. I found myself snapping at him for no good reason. Karthik retreated to his room around 9:30 when it became apparent that his father wasn't going to leave for his laptop and work. At shortly after 10, I headed to bed. I knocked lightly on Karthik's door as I passed and poked my head in when he called out, "It's open." "I'll come see you in a few hours, Kanna. As soon as your father is asleep." I whispered quietly. Karthik nodded energetically and smiled broadly. "I'll be waiting, Amma." ***** I was lying on my side of the bed, feigning sleep when Ramesh came to bed. Through slitted eyes I watched him strip down to his briefs in the gloom of the room and laughed to myself how ridiculous our son made him look. Ramesh was soft and doughy; Karthik was lean and hard. Ramesh was good looking; Karthik was a god. I didn't desire Ramesh anymore; I was a slave to the desires Karthik's blog had brought to life inside me. I didn't respond when Ramesh nudged my shoulder and quietly asked, "Divya, are you awake?". What the heck? It had only been a day or two since he last wanted to couple with me. The thought of giving myself to him with Karthik only a few feet away was ludicrous. Ramesh had lost me to our son and to emphasize the point I faked a few soft snores. I bit my lip to keep from giggling when Ramesh rolled onto his side and quickly fell asleep. I waited. A couple of hours later Ramesh only grunted when I bumped him with my knee. I waited some more. At around 1 in the morning I jumped up, trying hard to make my husband wake. He only rolled over onto his back, farted, and resumed snoring. In my nightie and a pair of cotton panties and bra I padded silently to Karthik's door, knocked softly and entered without waiting for an invite. He was still seated at his desk, bare-chested, wearing only gym shorts. A typewritten page of an essay or story extended from his typewriter. I wondered briefly if it was about me. I locked the door and walked slowly towards my dream lover. He turned his chair as I approached him and smiled widely, his happiness evident. I touched his shoulder and slipped my arm around his neck and pulled his face against my tummy. Immediately I began trembling as his arms slipped around my bottom and tightened. For a long moment we just held each other. I could feel his warm breath through my nightgown on my stomach. I softly caressed his shoulders with my hands. "Kiss me, Kanna." I whispered. I gently clasped a handful of his hair and tilted his head back and covered his mouth with mine. Karthik's warm, thick tongue immediately slipped between my lips and probed deep into my mouth. I thrilled as I greeted it with my own and we gently sparred. I only groaned when Karthik pulled me down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a vice-like grip. I could feel his penis swelling against my hip. "Oh my..." I gasped when we peeled our lips apart, "You sure know how to make a lady feel special." He leaned in to me and traced his lips along the gentle slope of my neck, pausing at my earlobe where he took it between his teeth and gently nibbled on it. I squirmed in his arms, electricity racing up and down my spine. "You feel so good, Amma." He murmured, "You make me feel like a man for the first time in my life." "Mmmm..." I panted, "I'm so glad, Kanna." He turned my face to his with his fingertips and our lips met and parted, our tongues lightly dancing. The kiss was so sweet and light and delicious the bottoms of my feet tingled. Sluing and sucking, we clung together with a simpleminded urgency. His erection was rock hard. The front gusset of my panties was so wet it felt like I had peed myself. And then Karthik pushed the envelope by sliding his right hand between our bodies and lightly cradled my left breast. My entire body seemed to burst into flame. I immediately pulled away and stared down at him. His hand dropped to his side. He looked like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. My hand trembled as I reached down and gently clasped his wrist. I smiled softly at him as I raised his hand and placed it lightly on my boob. "Ammmaaaaaa." He sobbed rather loudly. I placed my finger across his lips and whispered, "Shhhhhh Kanna, let's not wake your f...father just yet, okay." For the longest moment Karthik was frozen, his fingers resting softly on my breast. He looked like he was in shock. And then it was my turn to moan hard when he began squeezing it delicately. I could feel his warmth radiate through my night dress and brassiere. I closed my eyes and just let the feelings he was waking in me take control. The sheer illicit thrill of my baby touching my bosom again was so incredibly arousing I could hardly stand it. I opened my eyes and smiled through trembling lips. "I love you so much, Karthik." I cut off his response with my mouth as I threw myself at him, wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to swallow him. I plunged my tongue into his mouth as deeply as I could and felt my body surge as he began enthusiastically sucking on it. I wriggled and squirmed on his lap. Finally, more in self-preservation than anything else, we came up for air. I clung to him desperately, kissing the side of his neck and shoulder over and over. His hand still lightly manipulated my tit. "Kanna," I cooed in his ear. "Do you...um...want to go lay on your bed? I think we'll be more...comfortable. We can lie on top of the blanket..." I pushed myself back and looked into his hooded eyes and saw him nod weakly. I slid off his lap and stood on wobbly legs as he sluggishly pushed himself to his feet. My legs got even wobblier when I saw how his erection tented his shorts. He was too long and his large, bulbous knob was exposed. I was mesmerized by his sheer size. His helmet was nearly as large as my closed fist. It was dark red and looked angry. Karthik was not at all self-conscious about his condition. He slid his arm around my waist and guided me over to his bed. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. All I could think about was the hard penis that pressed into my belly. For a wonderful eternity we just held each other, our mouths fused, our hearts beating as one. I felt as though I were in heaven. For maybe the first time in my life I knew what it truly felt like to be desired by a man. Gasping for air, we broke our clinch and just held each other. And then I felt Karthik gather hands full of my nightgown and lift it up. He was trying to remove it. I grabbed his hands. "Karthik..." I hissed. He grinned but uncertainty was written all over his face. "I just thought you were...um...warm...I know I'm burning up." I giggled and slapped his chest. "Brat. You just want me half-naked." "No," He snorted, "I'd rather have you completely naked." I laughed with him and decided to go for broke and unbuttoned the front buttons of my gown and peeled it off my shoulders. "You can half.. if this is ok" I said seductively. Karthik's eyes bugged out. He backed away to better see me and looked me up and down. "Oh. My. God." He whimpered. There was nothing 'sexy' about my bra, it was plain and practical. Not a garment was designed for seduction, but Karthik couldn't stop looking at me. In response to his gesture, I caressed my breasts over my bra for his inspection and smiled when I saw his eyes glued to my cleavage and bulging boobs. He walked up behind me and slid his arms around my tummy and pulled me close. I could feel his hardness against my bottom and thrilled at the sensation. "You are so incredibly beautiful, Amma," He whispered huskily, "So sexy." "Thank y...you, Kanna." I leaned back against him and reveled in the licentious cravings that wracked my body at the sensation of his bare skin on my back. "Oh God what am I doing" I groaned. "Amma.. please.. I...." He hugged me and kissed m forehead. "You are so good like this" I nodded and laughed, "I suppose not. This is all right, Kanna, but my under things stay on." He nodded and leaned his face down to mine and kissed me. His hand immediately gravitated to my breast and as we sucked at each other, I wriggled closer to him and slid my arms aroundy his shoulders. My body surged when I felt his penis under his jocks against my hip. Karthik gently pushed me back onto the bed and rolled onto me as we kissed. I grunted and kissed him harder. I spread my legs and sighed into his mouth as his weight settled on me, his rigid penis pressing into my vulva and belly restrained by our clothers. On and on we kissed, our hands touching, caressing, exploring. I was out of my mind with carnal lust. Karthik raised his head and our mouths peeled apart. For a long time we just stared into each other's eyes, our lips occasionally touching. "You feel so good on top of me like this, Karthik." I whispered, reaching up to kiss his eyelids and his nose. "You are so strong and hard. And your penis looks as it is big... you bad boy" He smiled down at me and blushed. "You feel so soft and wonderful, Amma. I love being with you like this. Do you really think my...it's big." "Oh my, yes," I kissed his chin. "I don't know where you got that thing but you sure didn't get it from your father." Karthik thanked me with his mouth and tongue, kissing me so thoroughly my entire body tingled. I felt him jerk when I slid my hand down and lightly squeezed his buttock for an instant. The night had closed in on us. Nothing existed save Karthik and me. Our hearts found a rhythm and our souls sang to each other. The bed itself floated through a sea of blissful luxury as Karthik practiced with me. Karthik froze when he felt me push my left hand between our bodies and lightly grip his shorts. And I got up eager to see him. "May I see if it is really big" He pushed up on his elbows. His eyes blazing. "I am sorry I am ... you know... really. I started pulling down his shorts "Erect.. baby... you should not be... " I peeled it off and then asked him to stand up. "Go on Kanna.. it is ok". He peeled off his jock and there it was. I just gasped. I don't know how long I stared at his equipment. I was riveted. I knew he was rather large in that area but I had no idea how big he was. He was truly massive. I bit my lip to keep from squealing. Karthik's erection was easily eight inches long and at least two inches across. It was ridged with thick, looping veins and rose majestically from a tangle of thick black pubic hair. His glans was shiny with pre-come. His testicles dangled low and looked like two chicken eggs in a velvet covered sac. His manhood was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I just ogled him in all his naked glory. He was so beautiful he sucked the oxygen from my lungs; he was a golden Adonis. He was a living, breathing Grecian statue. With his broad shoulders, muscular limbs, narrow hips and washboard abs, he was stunning. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere that I could see. He struck a pose and held it as I admired him. I couldn't tear my eyes from the rigid penis that jutted from his groin. He was spectacular. "Oh my... you are BIG... much bigger than Amma thought" I whispered hoarsely. "You sure are going to make some girl really, really happy someday..." He grinned sheepishly and climbed into bed with me. He crawled next to me and lay on his side, his upper body propped up on his arm as he stared down at me. His hand lightly lit on my quivering stomach. "May I" I whispered as I slowly touched his manhood. "Amma..." He choked as my fingertips explored his length. I was hypnotized. Karthik felt so warm and alive and oh so hard. I smiled when he winced as I slid my thumb over his swollen helmet. "It must be hurting... isn't it baby?" I asked in a motherly tone. I had long since crossed the line of propriety and there was no going back. "Would you like me to give you a little...um...relief?" I winked up at him. Karthik was in shock but he managed to nod his approval of my suggestion. I tittered, "Lift up and let Mommy take care of this for you." Karthik choked an unintelligible response and pushed up onto all fours and hunkered over me. He crawled upwards as I reached up with both hands and gripped his gigantic penis and began gently stroking it. He was rock-solid and warm as I used both hands to pull at him. The ridges and veins that covered him were raised in hard bias relief. He felt like warm velvet under my touch and as I stroked him he shuddered and moaned over me. I loved it. I was trembling uncontrollably. I was on fire. "I love how excited you get my son... it is just your Amma ,,,,,,,,,," I whispered softly. "Ammmmaaaaaahhhhhh.." He sobbed, his arms and legs shaking. "Is baby going to come all over Mommy's tummy?" I choked. Karthik dropped his mouth and sucked my tongue into his mouth as I began jerking at him harder with my right hand and cradled his heavy balls with my left. Our breathing was ragged and harsh as we kissed. I pulled at his appendage faster and harder. Karthik peeled his mouth from mine and pushed his head down between us and clamped his mouth over my left tit. I squealed when I felt his teeth chewing at my erect nipple through the fabric of my bra. I wrapped my left arm around his head and pulled him into me and as he clumsily slobbered over my chest I felt his cock jerk hard in my hand and a second later I felt the searing heat of his semen on my stomach. My entire body convulsed violently and I bit my lip as Karthik forsook my boob and threw back his head and a cry of anguished bliss squeezed from his throat. Over and over he spasmed in my hand. Wads of his scalding cream splashed down on me. A jet landed heavily on my bra. I felt some fill my navel. He sobbed and whimpered over me as I directed his ejaculate all over my body. I cried out as a thick rope of come hit the bottom of my chin. Gradually, his orgasm petered out and his entire body seemed to slough, as if all the bolts that held him together were loosened a half turn, and as his keening moans ebbed with his climax, my own was just beginning. The sheer eroticism of the moment was too much. As I pulled his swollen cock down to my quivering stomach and began smearing his seed around with his enormous knob I reached my own orgasm. Pure energy burst in my skull and every nerve ending in my body had their own orgasm at the same time. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and cried out in exultation. I quivered and writhed beneath my panting son and held onto his cock like a life preserver as my joy ran its course. Electricity fired through my veins and I whined uncontrollably through clenched lips. Fucking Karthik's father had never resulted in orgasm -- excepting our last session which had happened only because Karthik filled my head as Ramesh and I coupled; Karthik had brought me off by only coming on my bare skin. I was breathless at the thought of what he was going to do to me when he actually penetrated me in the very near future. If we could ever reach there.... As slowly as a sunrise, my orgasm dissipated like a night mist. I felt elation like I'd never known. Karthik gently sank back onto me. We clung together, our lips touching often as we panted and gasped for oxygen. His erection had subsided and was semi-soft against my leg. We clutched at each other in our mutual joy, both of our abdomens covered in his warm, sticky come. "Oh my," I breathed, "That was certainly exciting." "Amma, am so sorry, really so sorry.... I could not control.... that was so hot." Karthik whispered as he rested his head on my chest. I could feel his warm breath on the upper swell of my left tit and relished the sensation. Kissing the top of his head, I smiled. "You're a bad, bad boy, spending on your mother like this" "I couldn't help myself, Amma." He responded, "Are you mad?" "I am not.. my baby.. I know what we were doing... darling. I couldn't be angry at you for something like that." I laughed, "It made me feel all squishy inside, though." I pushed up on his chest and rolled out from beneath him. I found a dirty tee shirt and proceeded to clean Karthik's spunk from my body. I handed the shirt to him and sat on the edge of the bed as he cleaned himself. "Just in case there is any question, Kanna," I looked directly in his eyes, "Nobody, and I mean nobody hears about this, right?" He grinned and nodded, "Of course, Amma. I'm not stupid. My room is like Vegas. What happens in Karthik's room stays in Karthik's room." I giggled and leaned forward and kissed him softly. "That was so hot, Kanna. I thought you exploded when you started to come." "You thought I exploded!" He laughed. "I've never felt anything like it, Amma." He went up to use restroom. I wrestled with the idea of telling him I had read his stories about us. I was sure he wouldn't mind but thought it might embarrass him. I walked over to the other side of the bed and before he could get back, I opened the browser in his PC, and opened his blog. He came out of the bathroom and gasped "Amma!" "Please, Amma..., I ......." He pleaded with me. I turned my face to his and giggled up at him. "I already read several of your stories, Karthik." He searched my eyes and seemed to collapse into himself. "You read them..." I nodded and lifted my mouth to lightly kiss his cheek. "I think they're hot, Kanna. Do you really think I'd try some of the things we've been doing lately if I didn't already know you fantasize about...being with me?" He managed a weak little laugh. "I don't freaking believe this. How bizarre." He came closer as I stood near his PC. I felt him beside me. "Not bizarre my darling, it is hot, sensous, sexy.... " I leaned back as he slipped his arms around my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel his flaccid penis against my bottom. "So where does it leave us, Amma?" He kissed the nape of my neck, his hands slowly stroking my stomach. "It leaves us in a sort of love affair that will go as far as you want it to go." My meaning was clear. Karthik started to say something but I cut him off. "Tonight was a mistake. Oh, stop that. Don't look at me like that. I mean it was a mistake for us to do...what we...did with your father just across the hall. As much as I loved it, we can never again do things like this when he's anywhere around.... And I need time to think baby" He nodded and sighed, "I know, Amma. I guess it was kind of dangerous. You really liked my stories, Amma?" "I think they are so hot, Kanna." I giggled, "Very creative." "I guess we're just a couple of perves." I laughed. "I have to get back to bed, Kanna. Thank you for a wonderful time." "Oh no, Amma, thank you!" He kissed me softly and released me, crawling back into bed. As my nightie settled over my frame, I reached beneath it and rolled my soiled panties down my legs. I walked to the door twirling them around my finger at shoulder level. At the door I turned and my smile died on my lips as I saw the picture he created. Lying back on his pillows, his legs splayed, his limp penis still thick and long dangling between his legs. He was a picture of virility and sex appeal. My heart leaped in my chest. "Oh Krishna..." I whispered to myself. I threw him my cotton briefs and giggled as I slipped through his doorway and saw him raise my panties to his nose and inhale deeply. Reply With Quote #232 Old 13th December 2012 matharasi matharasi is offline www.MasalaDesi.com Join Date: 11th December 2012 Posts: 12 Rep Power: 0 Points: 1 matharasi is an unknown quantity at this point Quote: Originally Posted by Adithyakumar View Post Chapter 5 - Crossing boundaries The following morning, Karthik delayed leaving for college as long as he could. I knew he wanted a little more practice and I could see he was as frustrated at Ramesh as I was. Would his father never leave? But Ramesh was oblivious to everything as he was immersed in the newspaper. Karthik finally had no choice; if he waited any longer he would be late for college. I walked with him to the front door, checking that Ramesh couldn't see, I quickly rose up and kissed Karthik firmly. "I promise I'll make time for you to practice tonight, Kanna." I whispered in his ear as I reached down and pinched his butt. He beamed happily at the prospect as he pushed open the screen door and bounced down the front steps. Ramesh eventually did leave, but it was almost three hours later. I was so angry at him I could spit and he never even noticed. I wanted to read more of Karthik's writing and I wanted to bring myself off. Again, Ramesh didn't kiss me when he left. His car was still visible from the kitchen window when I raced to Karthik's room and switched on his PC. Like the day before I was buck naked; "I love you, Karthik." I whispered to the empty room as I turned to his blog. What I was reading was about the first time I gave him a blowjob ...........Occasionally I could feel her teeth on my dick, and it hurt, but Amma could have chewed off one of my nuts and I would have rejoiced in it. And then it happened. I felt that old familiar feeling of my nuts tightening up and tried to warn Amma by tapping the top of her head. She only increased her pace. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from waking everyone in the house as a week's worth of semen boiled up from my balls and erupted into Amma's grasping, sucking mouth. I think the sheer volume of come surprised her but I have to give her credit. She pulled my jerking cock out almost all the way, tightened her lips around my head and tried to swallow as fast as she could. Her cheeks puffed out with each convulsion of my jerking dick. She got most of it down, but dribbles of my come escaped the corners of her mouth and dribbled on her hand. She did manage to gobble most of my load. Afterward, she let my softening penis slip from her mouth, scooped the residue of my jism from her chin with her hooked fingers and slurped them clean. She smiled wickedly at me like a Cheshire cat who found the cream and as I quivered and shook on the bed beneath her, she slipped from my bed and turned to go. "Happy birthday, darling." She whispered back at me by the door, "I have other gifts for you a little later when we can be alone." I was close to coming as I dreamed of sucking Karthik's cock and swallowing his semen. My thumb, coated with my slippery syrup, rubbed my swollen clitoris as two digits slid in and out of my humid center. As I idly played with my sex, I wondered what happened to make Karthik want me so. I was good looking enough, I supposed, but there were other mothers who looked good whose sons didn't lust after them. Weren't there? The story of 'Oedipus' was created many centuries before so I was confident I wasn't the only mother who was desired by her son throughout history, but 'normal' people didn't go down these paths. Did they? Did all sons want their mothers? The questioned remained; why did Karthik want me? What happened to start his obsession? I had frequently hugged him, oftentimes for no particular reason as he was growing up, but so what? I recalled the one time I interrupted him while he was abusing himself. Was he thinking of me, even then? To my knowledge he never saw me in any compromising state of dress. I laughed, then, as I extracted my hand from my sodden panties, my orgasm would wait for my shower. To my way of thinking, it didn't really matter why it happened, just that it did. Karthik lusted for me; I lusted for him. If he really wanted the things he wrote about, I was going to make them happen. In the quiet safety of my shower Karthik brought me off again and again in the guise of my fingers. Like that morning, evening found Ramesh ever-present. I wanted to scream with frustration. I found myself snapping at him for no good reason. Karthik retreated to his room around 9:30 when it became apparent that his father wasn't going to leave for his laptop and work. At shortly after 10, I headed to bed. I knocked lightly on Karthik's door as I passed and poked my head in when he called out, "It's open." "I'll come see you in a few hours, Kanna. As soon as your father is asleep." I whispered quietly. Karthik nodded energetically and smiled broadly. "I'll be waiting, Amma." ***** I was lying on my side of the bed, feigning sleep when Ramesh came to bed. Through slitted eyes I watched him strip down to his briefs in the gloom of the room and laughed to myself how ridiculous our son made him look. Ramesh was soft and doughy; Karthik was lean and hard. Ramesh was good looking; Karthik was a god. I didn't desire Ramesh anymore; I was a slave to the desires Karthik's blog had brought to life inside me. I didn't respond when Ramesh nudged my shoulder and quietly asked, "Divya, are you awake?". What the heck? It had only been a day or two since he last wanted to couple with me. The thought of giving myself to him with Karthik only a few feet away was ludicrous. Ramesh had lost me to our son and to emphasize the point I faked a few soft snores. I bit my lip to keep from giggling when Ramesh rolled onto his side and quickly fell asleep. I waited. A couple of hours later Ramesh only grunted when I bumped him with my knee. I waited some more. At around 1 in the morning I jumped up, trying hard to make my husband wake. He only rolled over onto his back, farted, and resumed snoring. In my nightie and a pair of cotton panties and bra I padded silently to Karthik's door, knocked softly and entered without waiting for an invite. He was still seated at his desk, bare-chested, wearing only gym shorts. A typewritten page of an essay or story extended from his typewriter. I wondered briefly if it was about me. I locked the door and walked slowly towards my dream lover. He turned his chair as I approached him and smiled widely, his happiness evident. I touched his shoulder and slipped my arm around his neck and pulled his face against my tummy. Immediately I began trembling as his arms slipped around my bottom and tightened. For a long moment we just held each other. I could feel his warm breath through my nightgown on my stomach. I softly caressed his shoulders with my hands. "Kiss me, Kanna." I whispered. I gently clasped a handful of his hair and tilted his head back and covered his mouth with mine. Karthik's warm, thick tongue immediately slipped between my lips and probed deep into my mouth. I thrilled as I greeted it with my own and we gently sparred. I only groaned when Karthik pulled me down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a vice-like grip. I could feel his penis swelling against my hip. "Oh my..." I gasped when we peeled our lips apart, "You sure know how to make a lady feel special." He leaned in to me and traced his lips along the gentle slope of my neck, pausing at my earlobe where he took it between his teeth and gently nibbled on it. I squirmed in his arms, electricity racing up and down my spine. "You feel so good, Amma." He murmured, "You make me feel like a man for the first time in my life." "Mmmm..." I panted, "I'm so glad, Kanna." He turned my face to his with his fingertips and our lips met and parted, our tongues lightly dancing. The kiss was so sweet and light and delicious the bottoms of my feet tingled. Sluing and sucking, we clung together with a simpleminded urgency. His erection was rock hard. The front gusset of my panties was so wet it felt like I had peed myself. And then Karthik pushed the envelope by sliding his right hand between our bodies and lightly cradled my left breast. My entire body seemed to burst into flame. I immediately pulled away and stared down at him. His hand dropped to his side. He looked like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. My hand trembled as I reached down and gently clasped his wrist. I smiled softly at him as I raised his hand and placed it lightly on my boob. "Ammmaaaaaa." He sobbed rather loudly. I placed my finger across his lips and whispered, "Shhhhhh Kanna, let's not wake your f...father just yet, okay." For the longest moment Karthik was frozen, his fingers resting softly on my breast. He looked like he was in shock. And then it was my turn to moan hard when he began squeezing it delicately. I could feel his warmth radiate through my night dress and brassiere. I closed my eyes and just let the feelings he was waking in me take control. The sheer illicit thrill of my baby touching my bosom again was so incredibly arousing I could hardly stand it. I opened my eyes and smiled through trembling lips. "I love you so much, Karthik." I cut off his response with my mouth as I threw myself at him, wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to swallow him. I plunged my tongue into his mouth as deeply as I could and felt my body surge as he began enthusiastically sucking on it. I wriggled and squirmed on his lap. Finally, more in self-preservation than anything else, we came up for air. I clung to him desperately, kissing the side of his neck and shoulder over and over. His hand still lightly manipulated my tit. "Kanna," I cooed in his ear. "Do you...um...want to go lay on your bed? I think we'll be more...comfortable. We can lie on top of the blanket..." I pushed myself back and looked into his hooded eyes and saw him nod weakly. I slid off his lap and stood on wobbly legs as he sluggishly pushed himself to his feet. My legs got even wobblier when I saw how his erection tented his shorts. He was too long and his large, bulbous knob was exposed. I was mesmerized by his sheer size. His helmet was nearly as large as my closed fist. It was dark red and looked angry. Karthik was not at all self-conscious about his condition. He slid his arm around my waist and guided me over to his bed. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. All I could think about was the hard penis that pressed into my belly. For a wonderful eternity we just held each other, our mouths fused, our hearts beating as one. I felt as though I were in heaven. For maybe the first time in my life I knew what it truly felt like to be desired by a man. Gasping for air, we broke our clinch and just held each other. And then I felt Karthik gather hands full of my nightgown and lift it up. He was trying to remove it. I grabbed his hands. "Karthik..." I hissed. He grinned but uncertainty was written all over his face. "I just thought you were...um...warm...I know I'm burning up." I giggled and slapped his chest. "Brat. You just want me half-naked." "No," He snorted, "I'd rather have you completely naked." I laughed with him and decided to go for broke and unbuttoned the front buttons of my gown and peeled it off my shoulders. "You can half.. if this is ok" I said seductively. Karthik's eyes bugged out. He backed away to better see me and looked me up and down. "Oh. My. God." He whimpered. There was nothing 'sexy' about my bra, it was plain and practical. Not a garment was designed for seduction, but Karthik couldn't stop looking at me. In response to his gesture, I caressed my breasts over my bra for his inspection and smiled when I saw his eyes glued to my cleavage and bulging boobs. He walked up behind me and slid his arms around my tummy and pulled me close. I could feel his hardness against my bottom and thrilled at the sensation. "You are so incredibly beautiful, Amma," He whispered huskily, "So sexy." "Thank y...you, Kanna." I leaned back against him and reveled in the licentious cravings that wracked my body at the sensation of his bare skin on my back. "Oh God what am I doing" I groaned. "Amma.. please.. I...." He hugged me and kissed m forehead. "You are so good like this" I nodded and laughed, "I suppose not. This is all right, Kanna, but my under things stay on." He nodded and leaned his face down to mine and kissed me. His hand immediately gravitated to my breast and as we sucked at each other, I wriggled closer to him and slid my arms aroundy his shoulders. My body surged when I felt his penis under his jocks against my hip. Karthik gently pushed me back onto the bed and rolled onto me as we kissed. I grunted and kissed him harder. I spread my legs and sighed into his mouth as his weight settled on me, his rigid penis pressing into my vulva and belly restrained by our clothers. On and on we kissed, our hands touching, caressing, exploring. I was out of my mind with carnal lust. Karthik raised his head and our mouths peeled apart. For a long time we just stared into each other's eyes, our lips occasionally touching. "You feel so good on top of me like this, Karthik." I whispered, reaching up to kiss his eyelids and his nose. "You are so strong and hard. And your penis looks as it is big... you bad boy" He smiled down at me and blushed. "You feel so soft and wonderful, Amma. I love being with you like this. Do you really think my...it's big." "Oh my, yes," I kissed his chin. "I don't know where you got that thing but you sure didn't get it from your father." Karthik thanked me with his mouth and tongue, kissing me so thoroughly my entire body tingled. I felt him jerk when I slid my hand down and lightly squeezed his buttock for an instant. The night had closed in on us. Nothing existed save Karthik and me. Our hearts found a rhythm and our souls sang to each other. The bed itself floated through a sea of blissful luxury as Karthik practiced with me. Karthik froze when he felt me push my left hand between our bodies and lightly grip his shorts. And I got up eager to see him. "May I see if it is really big" He pushed up on his elbows. His eyes blazing. "I am sorry I am ... you know... really. I started pulling down his shorts "Erect.. baby... you should not be... " I peeled it off and then asked him to stand up. "Go on Kanna.. it is ok". He peeled off his jock and there it was. I just gasped. I don't know how long I stared at his equipment. I was riveted. I knew he was rather large in that area but I had no idea how big he was. He was truly massive. I bit my lip to keep from squealing. Karthik's erection was easily eight inches long and at least two inches across. It was ridged with thick, looping veins and rose majestically from a tangle of thick black pubic hair. His glans was shiny with pre-come. His testicles dangled low and looked like two chicken eggs in a velvet covered sac. His manhood was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I just ogled him in all his naked glory. He was so beautiful he sucked the oxygen from my lungs; he was a golden Adonis. He was a living, breathing Grecian statue. With his broad shoulders, muscular limbs, narrow hips and washboard abs, he was stunning. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere that I could see. He struck a pose and held it as I admired him. I couldn't tear my eyes from the rigid penis that jutted from his groin. He was spectacular. "Oh my... you are BIG... much bigger than Amma thought" I whispered hoarsely. "You sure are going to make some girl really, really happy someday..." He grinned sheepishly and climbed into bed with me. He crawled next to me and lay on his side, his upper body propped up on his arm as he stared down at me. His hand lightly lit on my quivering stomach. "May I" I whispered as I slowly touched his manhood. "Amma..." He choked as my fingertips explored his length. I was hypnotized. Karthik felt so warm and alive and oh so hard. I smiled when he winced as I slid my thumb over his swollen helmet. "It must be hurting... isn't it baby?" I asked in a motherly tone. I had long since crossed the line of propriety and there was no going back. "Would you like me to give you a little...um...relief?" I winked up at him. Karthik was in shock but he managed to nod his approval of my suggestion. I tittered, "Lift up and let Mommy take care of this for you." Karthik choked an unintelligible response and pushed up onto all fours and hunkered over me. He crawled upwards as I reached up with both hands and gripped his gigantic penis and began gently stroking it. He was rock-solid and warm as I used both hands to pull at him. The ridges and veins that covered him were raised in hard bias relief. He felt like warm velvet under my touch and as I stroked him he shuddered and moaned over me. I loved it. I was trembling uncontrollably. I was on fire. "I love how excited you get my son... it is just your Amma ,,,,,,,,,," I whispered softly. "Ammmmaaaaaahhhhhh.." He sobbed, his arms and legs shaking. "Is baby going to come all over Mommy's tummy?" I choked. Karthik dropped his mouth and sucked my tongue into his mouth as I began jerking at him harder with my right hand and cradled his heavy balls with my left. Our breathing was ragged and harsh as we kissed. I pulled at his appendage faster and harder. Karthik peeled his mouth from mine and pushed his head down between us and clamped his mouth over my left tit. I squealed when I felt his teeth chewing at my erect nipple through the fabric of my bra. I wrapped my left arm around his head and pulled him into me and as he clumsily slobbered over my chest I felt his cock jerk hard in my hand and a second later I felt the searing heat of his semen on my stomach. My entire body convulsed violently and I bit my lip as Karthik forsook my boob and threw back his head and a cry of anguished bliss squeezed from his throat. Over and over he spasmed in my hand. Wads of his scalding cream splashed down on me. A jet landed heavily on my bra. I felt some fill my navel. He sobbed and whimpered over me as I directed his ejaculate all over my body. I cried out as a thick rope of come hit the bottom of my chin. Gradually, his orgasm petered out and his entire body seemed to slough, as if all the bolts that held him together were loosened a half turn, and as his keening moans ebbed with his climax, my own was just beginning. The sheer eroticism of the moment was too much. As I pulled his swollen cock down to my quivering stomach and began smearing his seed around with his enormous knob I reached my own orgasm. Pure energy burst in my skull and every nerve ending in my body had their own orgasm at the same time. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and cried out in exultation. I quivered and writhed beneath my panting son and held onto his cock like a life preserver as my joy ran its course. Electricity fired through my veins and I whined uncontrollably through clenched lips. Fucking Karthik's father had never resulted in orgasm -- excepting our last session which had happened only because Karthik filled my head as Ramesh and I coupled; Karthik had brought me off by only coming on my bare skin. I was breathless at the thought of what he was going to do to me when he actually penetrated me in the very near future. If we could ever reach there.... As slowly as a sunrise, my orgasm dissipated like a night mist. I felt elation like I'd never known. Karthik gently sank back onto me. We clung together, our lips touching often as we panted and gasped for oxygen. His erection had subsided and was semi-soft against my leg. We clutched at each other in our mutual joy, both of our abdomens covered in his warm, sticky come. "Oh my," I breathed, "That was certainly exciting." "Amma, am so sorry, really so sorry.... I could not control.... that was so hot." Karthik whispered as he rested his head on my chest. I could feel his warm breath on the upper swell of my left tit and relished the sensation. Kissing the top of his head, I smiled. "You're a bad, bad boy, spending on your mother like this" "I couldn't help myself, Amma." He responded, "Are you mad?" "I am not.. my baby.. I know what we were doing... darling. I couldn't be angry at you for something like that." I laughed, "It made me feel all squishy inside, though." I pushed up on his chest and rolled out from beneath him. I found a dirty tee shirt and proceeded to clean Karthik's spunk from my body. I handed the shirt to him and sat on the edge of the bed as he cleaned himself. "Just in case there is any question, Kanna," I looked directly in his eyes, "Nobody, and I mean nobody hears about this, right?" He grinned and nodded, "Of course, Amma. I'm not stupid. My room is like Vegas. What happens in Karthik's room stays in Karthik's room." I giggled and leaned forward and kissed him softly. "That was so hot, Kanna. I thought you exploded when you started to come." "You thought I exploded!" He laughed. "I've never felt anything like it, Amma." He went up to use restroom. I wrestled with the idea of telling him I had read his stories about us. I was sure he wouldn't mind but thought it might embarrass him. I walked over to the other side of the bed and before he could get back, I opened the browser in his PC, and opened his blog. He came out of the bathroom and gasped "Amma!" "Please, Amma..., I ......." He pleaded with me. I turned my face to his and giggled up at him. "I already read several of your stories, Karthik." He searched my eyes and seemed to collapse into himself. "You read them..." I nodded and lifted my mouth to lightly kiss his cheek. "I think they're hot, Kanna. Do you really think I'd try some of the things we've been doing lately if I didn't already know you fantasize about...being with me?" He managed a weak little laugh. "I don't freaking believe this. How bizarre." He came closer as I stood near his PC. I felt him beside me. "Not bizarre my darling, it is hot, sensous, sexy.... " I leaned back as he slipped his arms around my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel his flaccid penis against my bottom. "So where does it leave us, Amma?" He kissed the nape of my neck, his hands slowly stroking my stomach. "It leaves us in a sort of love affair that will go as far as you want it to go." My meaning was clear. Karthik started to say something but I cut him off. "Tonight was a mistake. Oh, stop that. Don't look at me like that. I mean it was a mistake for us to do...what we...did with your father just across the hall. As much as I loved it, we can never again do things like this when he's anywhere around.... And I need time to think baby" He nodded and sighed, "I know, Amma. I guess it was kind of dangerous. You really liked my stories, Amma?" "I think they are so hot, Kanna." I giggled, "Very creative." "I guess we're just a couple of perves." I laughed. "I have to get back to bed, Kanna. Thank you for a wonderful time." "Oh no, Amma, thank you!" He kissed me softly and released me, crawling back into bed. As my nightie settled over my frame, I reached beneath it and rolled my soiled panties down my legs. I walked to the door twirling them around my finger at shoulder level. At the door I turned and my smile died on my lips as I saw the picture he created. Lying back on his pillows, his legs splayed, his limp penis still thick and long dangling between his legs. He was a picture of virility and sex appeal. My heart leaped in my chest. "Oh Krishna..." I whispered to myself. I threw him my cotton briefs and giggled as I slipped through his doorway and saw him raise my panties to his nose and inhale deeply. Hot story. Now mother needs to get pregnant by her son and truly become his. Reply With Quote #233 Old 13th December 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 more updates coming.. feedback and ratings please Reply With Quote #234 Old 13th December 2012 Adithyakumar Adithyakumar is offline www.BollyGallery.com Join Date: 11th March 2007 Posts: 155 Rep Power: 17 Points: 275 Adithyakumar has many secret admirers UL: 9.17 gb DL: 27.21 gb Ratio: 0.34 The Wait The next few weeks were pure torture. I had categorically told him that we will not have any more escapades like that night. He accepted but it was very difficult for him to control himself. But we talked and talked about us. And it was clear that he really wanted me. It was not a onetime thing. It was the profound love of a man. And there was no doubt in my mind. My body had given up long back. We had the final talk and acceptance after three weeks. I still remember holding his hands while walking in the park while we came to our mutual agreement. When we go home we realized that we have perhaps one hour before Ramesh got home. And after three weeks of strict assistance we kissed and made out in the living room. I stopped him as I heard Ramesh's car. The next day Karthik cornered me in the kitchen and despite my efforts to throw ice water on him, managed to cajole me into several minutes of 'practice.' Ramesh was just around the corner in the living room watching the news. I threw caution to the wind and sucked on Karthik's probing tongue for several minutes while he groped at my ass. My head was spinning and my heart was racing when I finally broke free. He wheezed and panted, struggling to control himself. "Amma, I have to tell you, I want you. I want to make love to you. I want you in every way a man can want a woman. I want to make you my own." His eyes were blazing. I nodded, still feeling his lips on mine, his hands on my body. "I know, Kanna. I know. I want you, too, but it is so dangerous. You have to behave yourself. Your father is in the living room." Reluctantly he nodded and let me slip from his grasp. I retreated to my bathroom and masturbated to thoughts of Karthik's cock in my mouth and his tongue in my pussy. It was good. Then we had the window of opportunity which I know would decide how we take our relationship. Ramesh had a business trip to Europe for two weeks. Karthik did not know and I made my plans. Ramesh had left in the morning and I had asked Karthik for a "date". He agreed eagerly, he was just attracted by the opportunity being alone with me presented. As I went out for a visit to the parlour to get myself "ready"... I told him "I'm really looking forward to this evening with you, Kanna.... I am sorry for stalling you... I know what you want .... " "I love you Amma... I am not able to think of anything else ... but you... " he said with love. "Wait Kanna..." I whispered... "very soon". I spent an inordinate amount of time preening for my night out with Karthik. At the parlour I got a facial, removed hairs from my arms and legs... everything that was needed to be perfect. Once home, I pulled my hair back into a fancy do. The black silk bra and matching panties I chose left little to the imagination. Ramesh had only seen them peripherally; it was the set -- minus the baby doll -- that had precipitated our first real fight. I chose the same chiffon saree that had first set us on this path. A strand of pearls and a small grey clutch completed my ensemble. I finished dressing a few minutes before six and walked downstairs to a low and exaggerated wolf whistle from Karthik. I pirouetted for him and my dress whirled up a little, showing off smoothly shaved legs. I grinned at his immediate reaction. "Wow, Amma, you look dynamite!" He said, admiring my dress and heels. "Thank you, Karthik," I smiled, "You clean up nice yourself." He was wearing a red t shirt and jeans. I told Ramesh to not wait up and said goodbye. In the car, Karthik and I were silent as we drove towards the center of town. After several minutes he opened up. "You know, I meant what I said...today morning." He looked at me. "I know, Kanna. I meant what I said, also." I squeezed his knee. We rode in silence for a few minutes. I reached out and squeezed his knee again. "I loved reading your stories, Kanna. I love that you think so highly of me to want to do...those sorts of things to...with me." He grinned broadly at the idea I wasn't upset. "Did you really like them, Amma? They're sort of amateurish." "They're not amateurish at all, darling." I breathed as I turned down the street towards the gallery. "They are all so creative and very exciting. Why do you think I've been trying to seduce you?" "Hell, Amma," He laughed, "If I'd have known this could happen I'd have let you read them long ago." I pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. "Kanna, no matter what else, you have to promise to behave yourself here. We can't give anybody any ideas." He agreed and was good on his word. To outside observers, Karthik appeared to be a perfect gentleman for nearly the entire three hours that we spent at PF Changs. He opened my car door, offered me his arm and led me inside. Karthik slid his arm around my waist and leaned close. "I want you so badly I can hardly stand it, Amma." "Karthik!" I hissed quietly, squeezing his hand. Inside my belly was stirring and my blood was running hot. The food and the service were nice, but it was private and our booth was semi-secluded so we could talk in private. There was little resistance from Karthik when I steered the conversation to what was happening between us. "Kanna," I started, "The last few days have been..." "Amazing, incredible, exciting, wonderful... but also frustrating....." He grinned easily, rolling his soda glass in his hands. "Yes, of course, all of those and more!" I said in an undertone, looking over my shoulder to ensure we weren't being overheard. "But you know we shouldn't be..." "Making each other feel good." He finished. "Karthik, don't put words in my mouth. Let me finish what I'm trying to say." I said, just a little exasperated. "Amma, look at yourself. You're a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman who has been neglected for years." He tipped my chin up and stared directly into my eyes, "All I can say is that if I were your...lover...you'd never have a lonely day, or night." I felt the tingle in my belly spreading at the implication. "Amma," Karthik continued quietly, "I know how crazy this is but everything about you and me just feels right." "Oh Karthik." I moaned softly. He smiled conspiratorially and leaned across the table. "Come on, Amma! It's not like I'm asking you to let me do you on the couch while Appa is there in his recliner." "Karthik Ramesh IyeR! You are so bad talking like that!" I feigned shock. I was on fire. "Can I tell you something that might help, Amma?" Karthik whispered, glancing at the waitress at the counter. I looked at him expectantly and nodded. "I love you" He said. "All sons love their mothers" I blurted, panicking a little. "Not like me" He said "So you think what you want is justified" I asked, staring directly in his eyes. "Yes" Karthik grinned broadly. "In fact, I think that is what I want more than anything else, and I more than anything, I think what I want, what we want, will make us more happy, than we can ever imagine" I felt myself flush. I shyly cast my eyes to the table and giggled. "You want your mother ........... as a lover ..........What kind of son are you?" Karthik reached out and lifted my face with his fingertips under my chin. He stared directly into my eyes and kindly answered. "The kind that worships the ground his mother walks on. The kind that thinks his mother is the sexiest woman alive. The kind that wants to spend the rest of his life making up for the years of neglect his mother has had to put up with. The kind that believes he can make his mother happy in so many ways." "Oh my!" I breathed. "Amma... you are everything to me..... if you want me to stop, at this very moment, I will stop, and we can go home, and I will never, ever bring this up again, or look at your in that way..... if you want me to" Karthik said with sincerity. "DO you think I want to" I smiled weakly. My crotch was completely drenched. Karthik held my hands. "You tell me Amma" I leaned my forehead against his and gazed into his eyes. I didn't answer. I didn't have to. He knew. Karthik's lower lip trembled slightly, giving away his nervous excitement. He tried to come across as confident and self-assured but I realized that it was a carefully constructed façade. I held his hands. "Okay, lover, what happens if we get caught?" "I don't know, Amma. "We wont... I wont let that happen". He seemed so sure. "Do you want to get out of here?" I smiled weakly. He nodded agreement and pulled me from the booth to pay our tab. I had to fight the trembling in my appendages to make myself walk normally. Out on the highway we drove in silence, save for the classical music that filled the close confines of the car. I enjoyed the feeling of Karthik's hand stroking my hair and reached over and squeezed his leg. "I do love you, darling." I smiled. "Me too, Amma, but I do know what I want and wasn't it you who always told me to go after what I want?" He laughed. "You really are a rogue, aren't you?" I laughed with him. "Yes, but I really do love you." Karthik winked. "And I love you" I smiled at him "We will reach home soon" "Yes, and then it is back to being normal" there was a sound of bitterness and longing in him "You don't want normal... dear" I asked sqeezing his thigh "No... but I know.... Appa and all that"...He quipped. We drove awhile longer, flirting shyly, dancing around the edges of the obvious. It was exciting and fun and it was exhilarating. As we reached home and I closed and locked the door, his eyes were on me. He looked around, surprised to see that TV is not on.. house is dark... and we are alone. Keeping my hand on his face, I murmured "Small surprise" "Appa?" "Gone for two weeks...." I said. His eyes lit up as it sunk in. He smiled. He was tensed.. so was I. I knew that he was waiting for me to make a move. "Why don't we .... sit and...um...talk for a bit?" I murmured, suddenly shy and a little nervous. "Sure, Amma" He said. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him squirm, as I took his hands and led him to the living room. For several minutes the only sound was the living room clock ticking. Karthik was sitting near me, stroking my hair gently. "Amma?" "Hmmm?" I sighed, leaning back in the couch. "What do you think of me?" He asked. "Huh?" I asked, unsure of his meaning. "I told you what I think of you .......... What do you think of me? If you weren't my Amma would you be...attracted to me?" I stared at him in the dim light and smiled. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. He shook his head. I reached up and caressed his face with my fingers and said, "Kanna, you are about the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, and it doesn't make any difference that you're my son. You are about as perfect a person I have ever had the good fortune to know. I swell with pride when I look at you. You are, without question, the best thing I have ever done and I am very much attracted to you. Any other questions?" His eyes were bright and he leaned his face into my palm. "Wow, Amma, you make me blush. If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to seduce me." I laughed. "Is it working?" "Oh yeah..." He breathed. For several minutes we just made eyes at each other, his fingers stroking my shoulder, my hand caressing his cheek. "Can I practice with you, Amma?" He finally asked. He wasn't as sure and confident as he tried to portray. 'It's about time!' I thought, a burning sensation spreading through my body. "Of course, Kanna, come here." I whispered. I felt like a schoolgirl as our mouths slowly came together. The softness of his moist lips on mine made my head spin. Softly, delicately, our mouths clung together, yielding gently. I moaned softly as I parted my lips and accepted his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. Leisurely we kissed, our mouths giving and taking, our tongues dancing and writhing together. My vagina was positively drooling with need. My body was aching for him. I cupped his face with my hands as I sucked at his mouth. .. 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As I felt his hands on my naked midriff, I was taken by surprise ... "Ow!" I blurted out, peeling my mouth from Karthik's and recoiling from the feeling. "Are you okay, M...Amma?" He asked, his breath a little ragged. "Mmmm...I guess so," I answered, rubbing my hip and grinning. "I don't think my body is realizing what you are doing to me" "Amma... I" Karthik murmured, his feelings evident. My blood was boiling and I wanted more. For a moment we just looked at each other. Then his mouth found mine and we were engaged in a deep, wet, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed myself against him. I felt his arms circle my waist and moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue. I was on fire. My body was aching for him. I clung to him desperately, my mouth fused to his. My entire body convulsed violently when I felt Karthik slip his hand between us caressing my belly and drvig me mad. His hands crept up but stopped under my bosom. I moaned and murmered "It is ok.. don't stop". My son's left hand tentatively cupped my right breast. I raged with a burning hunger at the sensation of Karthik's fingers pressing at me. We kissed hungrily, ravenously, our mouths pulling and sucking at each other. The room was filled with moans of lust-filled hunger. I was in heaven. It was young love. It was delicious. Karthik was intent on pushing the envelope. His hand abandoned my tit and caressed the curve of my ass and traveled down the back of my leg. I felt him bring his hand up and felt his fingertips on the inside of my knee, sliding upwards over my smooth skin. Almost instinctively my legs parted. I kissed him harder, my tongue thrusting deep into his mouth as I felt his fingers slip under my dress and caress the soft skin of my inner thigh. My panties were completely soaked and I was being consumed, but when I felt a fingertip brush at my crotch I clamped my legs together. Ripping my mouth from his, I forcefully extricated his hand from between my legs. Wheezing, gasping, gulping for oxygen, I leaned back on the leather seats and looked at him. I tried to put a stern look on my face. "You are so b...baaaad," I panted, not sounding firm at all. "I can't help myself, Amma." Karthik defended himself. "I can't...think when I'm with you." "Me either, my darling," I assured him, snuggling closer to him, "And I'm sure I'll be spending eternity in Hell for this, but I love the way you touch me." "You're not mad?" He asked, one arm around my shoulder, his other hand resting on my stomach. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "I'm just...frightened...nervous." "Me too, Amma." He grinned. "Are you fully aware of possible...consequences if we keep to the path we're on?" I asked, looking up into his eyes. "Amma, I love you. That is all I am aware of. I can't stop thinking about you. You are so beautiful and so sexy and so wonderful. I don't care about consequences. Consequences be damned!" I felt myself responding as his words made love to me. "Kanna, I love you, too, and lately you're all I can think about, but I need to...know...". My pallu had falled down and I saw his eyes on my cleavage and on the bulge of my bosom. I looked down and did not bother to cover myself. "Amma, I love you ... I cant stop" He whispered as his mouth fell on mine and took me to heaven. We kissed with deep emotion and desire. Our tongues alternated slowly thrusting in and out of each other's mouth. I only moaned into his mouth when he again lifted his hand to gently cradle my breast. Lightly, almost imperceptibly, I felt him moving his fingers on me. I wondered if he could feel my erect nipple through my dress. He was taking me to places I had only imagined and I was being devoured by an insatiable lust. Karthik took encouragement when I didn't stop his advance and became bolder. His hand massaged my tit clumsily through my blouse and bra, pulling at me with the excitement of inexperienced youth. I pulled away from him and, catching my breath, I leaned forward. "Wait, Kanna." I unbuttoned my blouse hooks. Then I reached behind me. He looked at me wide-eyed when he realized what I was doing. I simply smiled at him as I unhooked my bra. I didn't remove my blouse or remove my bra as I leaned back next to him and lifted my face to his. Karthik was going to have to take some initiative. He didn't disappoint. Lightly, delicately, he kissed my eyes and nose and mouth. His lips burned like fire on my skin and as he rained kisses over my face, I felt him caressing my shoulder with his fingertips. I groaned deeply when I felt his hand dip into my blouse and bra and palm my left breast. "Ohhhh, M...Amma," Karthik sighed heavily, "It's so soft...and heavy...and so warm. It feels wonderful." "Mmmm," I agreed, my body reacting intensely to his touch, "Be gentle, Kanna, my nipples are v...very, very sensitive." I was on fire, my body was being consumed by desire as my son's trembling hand covered my breast and gently manipulated it. Karthik's mouth hovered near mine, brushing my lips gently, carefully stroking my swollen lips with the tip of his tongue as he explored me. I was experiencing lust in a whole new light.. I moaned softly against his mouth when he began teasing my aching nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I reached up and pressed my lips to his as he played with my breast. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and sighed inwardly when he began to suck on it. "May I remove.... Your... " he asked while kissing me. "Yes baby" I groaned. Deeply, passionately, we kissed, our mouths fused together desperately. I felt him push my dress and bra down around my waist and quivered as the cool AC air caressed my bare flesh. I was losing control. Slowly, carefully, Karthik peeled his mouth from mine and traced his mouth along my jaw line, licking and sucking at my earlobe before dipping his head and nuzzling my throat. I was moaning faintly, my entire body was on fire. I cried out quietly as his fingers teased my erect nipples. "Oh Kanna," I sighed, "You make me feel wonderful." "Mmmph..." He breathed heavily, his lips caressing my neck, "I love making you feel wonderful." He slowly moved back and his eyes drank in my naked breasts. My light brown nipples in my prominent areola was already hard. His eyes were on fire. He looked up into my eyes as I called his name and asked. "Like them baby?" He nodded. "Magnificent Amma... so beautiful.. so.. so.. sex... I mean... sexy" Still so shy and a good boy. My body ached for him. "You are allowed to say that..... I love hearing that baby" I smiled and took his hands. "Don't you want to love me?" He groaned "Oh yes, Amma, yes" I leaned into him and offered encouragement by pushing my tit up into his hand. Karthik slowly lifted his head up and stared into my eyes for a long moment. He groaned deeply and, dipping his head, he fastened his mouth around a nipple. "Ughn!" I grunted, my body reacting fiercely, "Oh yessss!" I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him into me. I was being eaten alive by the fire that raged inside my body. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue stroking and lashing at my aching nub was delicious. Ferociously he sucked at me, his hand squeezing and manhandling my flesh. My pussy was completely saturated and my body was humming like a high-tension wire. I wrapped my arms around his head and let him do what he wanted. His face and lips and tounge paid homage to my tits. Licking, sucking me all over. "Oh Kanna!" I moaned deeply, "That feels so n...nice...so good." I felt my orgasm building as he chewed and suckled at me. When I felt his hands slip between my knees I surrendered to the desire that raged inside me. I pulled up my saree and petti coat clumsily. I felt his hand clumsily stroking at my inner thigh and I slowly parted my legs to allow him freer access. When I felt his fingers brush the front panel of my panties I squealed long and loud. Karthik was slobbering all over my heaving breasts, chewing and sucking at my throbbing, aching nipples and I was pleading with him not to stop. I splayed my legs as far as I could and just leaned back into the hear board of the bed, and let my son molest me. I was close to coming when Karthik began stroking my pussy through my panties. When he pushed aside the gusset with his thumb and started roughly pawing at my vagina I clamped my legs together and pushed him away. "Easy there, tiger." I heaved, struggling for breath. "It isn't a plaything. You have to be gentle." Karthik looked sincerely chagrined. "I'm s...sorry, Amma. I...I just get so excited." I smiled up at him and took his hand, "It's okay, Kanna. It's just that I'm really, really...sensitive down there. If you want to touch me there you have to be gentle." He nodded frantically. "Can I try again?" I lifted my dress up around my hips and smiled up at him. I brought his trembling hand back to my sodden crotch and whispered, "Be very gentle, Kanna." Karthik took my words to heart. I spread my legs and sighed as he gently cupped my vagina with his hand and delicately began to knead and massage me through my panties. He learned well. His fingers floated and fluttered over my drooling pussy, stroking me carefully through the drenched fabric. I groaned deeply as he fingered me and cried out loudly when he once again pushed aside the front panel of my panties with his thumb and delicately ran his fingers over my slippery labia. I felt myself drawing closer to the edge when he cautiously slipped two fingers into me. "Oh Kanna!" I yelped, my vagina convulsing on his digits "You are so bad...touching me this way!" "That's why you love me, M...Amma." He answered, sawing his fingers leisurely in and out of my salivating pussy. Karthik lowered his mouth to my heaving bosom again and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He was inexperienced and clumsy and so unbelievably exciting. I had never felt the kind of emotions that were ripping through my body as my son finger-fucked me. My orgasm was drawing near and as he thrust his fingers in and out of my sloppy pussy and suckled at my nipples, I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life. "Ohhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhKanna I'm cominnnnnnnng!" I yelled frantically as I felt the first spasm fire through me. My climax was incredibly intense. I clamped my legs together on his hand and cried out sharply as I came with a force that frightened me. I felt myself lift off the seat as bolts of pure energy fired through me, separating me from reality, and as convulsions wracked though my body I held onto him desperately. I heard myself cry out loudly as every nerve ending in my body fired simultaneously. My entire body contracted violently over and over as delicious bolts of energy fired through me. Gradually I floated back to the bed, and Karthik's embrace. I trembled and quivered in his arms as my orgasm slowly receded. I was weak and winded and flush. "Oh, my darling," I panted, "That was wonderful!" Karthik looked down into my eyes and beamed. "God, Amma! Wow!" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and just held him as the last electric jolts passed though me. When my climax finally receded, I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth, saying 'thank you' the best way I knew how. As we kissed I blindly ran my hand up his leg to his groin. That he was aroused was an understatement. I could feel his enormous erection through his trousers. He was straining the zipper and seams of his pants. I pulled my mouth from his and leaned away from him. "Lean back, Kanna, and take care of this." I whispered, squeezing him through his pants. He leaned back into the head board and groaned deeply as I fumbled with his belt and popped the hook of his slacks. "Just relax, Kanna." I whispered as I slowly unzipped his fly, releasing him from his confinement. I smiled weakly up at him and slipped my hand under the elastic of his shorts and latched onto his heated flesh with my fingers. He was rock solid and so hot in my hand. I pushed his shorts down and pulled him out for inspection. He was beautiful. Long and thick, Karthik rose out of my hand. His penis looked angry, his knob shiny with pre-come, and he actually seemed to be throbbing. His cock was so solid and heavy and as I began to lightly stroke it I tried to imagine what it would feel like penetrating me. "It's so beautiful, Kanna." I murmured quietly as I fondled his length. "Ughn...do you really think so, Amma." He grunted, slowly bucking his hips against my hand. "Oh yes!" I hissed excitedly, "It's soooo long and soooo thick." "Is it really bigger than D...Appa's?" He asked directly, staring into my eyes. I bit down a laugh and merely smiled at him weakly. "Oooohhhh yes! You might say that, Kanna." He was beaming with obvious pride. "Really, Amma?" "Oh please!" I laughed as I stroked his flesh, "Kanna, you are double his thing in length and thickness baby" "Oh Amma!" Karthik whimpered, "Your hand feels so good!" "Mmmm." I murmured, biting my lower lip to keep from sobbing, "I'm glad." "You are b...baaaad, Amma!" He cried, bucking his hips up into my hand. "Uh-huh," I agreed, pulling on his penis, "But you make me this way! I love you so much, b...baby." "I want to .... You know..... do everything ... Amma." Karthik hissed excitedly, his orgasm imminent. "I know, baby!" I cried, jerking at him fervently, "I want you to make love to me... I want as bad as you want it..... too, b...but we..." "Well...ughn...can I wish you were using s...something other than your hand on...it?" He cried loudly. I grinned, "Beggars shouldn't be choosers." I could tell he was close. He stared at me wide-eyed, and began thrusting his hips up against my hand. "Amma! I'm going to make a mess all over you!" He whimpered, his face twisted in pure lust. I pulled at him harder, rotating my hand on his rigid cock, "B...Baby, just tell me when you're about to c...come...I'll take care of it." Karthik looked at me through lust filled eyes as if not believing what he was hearing. "Amma..." I just nodded feebly and began jerking at him harder and faster. He seemed to freeze momentarily and cried out sharply. I felt his cock spasm in my hand and as he started to come he yelled, "Amma!" I bent sharply at the waist and tried to stuff the enormous head of his penis in my mouth to catch his ejaculate. I was just a second too slow and his first jet of warm semen splattered against my upper lip and cheek. I moaned inwardly as I scrambled to wrap my lips around his engorged knob. Stream after stream of thick, warm come boiled up out of his balls and filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could as a river of thick, warm semen poured from his lurching penis. My head was spinning as I hungrily gobbled his warm, salty come and I was conscious of his tortured moans of pleasure filling the car and echoing inside me. I felt his hands on the back of my head urging me not to stop. I had never tasted semen before. It was delicious. "Mommmm!" Karthik cried, pushing my head onto him, "It feels so good! Please don't stop Amma! Oh God!" All I could do was moan against his warm thickness. My hand was pulling at him at his base, squeezing and yanking at him vigorously. Only a small portion of his dick was in my mouth but it felt like it was stuffed. He came so hard and so heavy I was unable to swallow fast enough. Over and over he convulsed in my mouth, flooding it to overflowing. Trickles of his slippery syrup escaped the corners of my mouth and ran down his length. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh Mommmm!" He sobbed as his orgasm gradually slowed to a stop. I could feel his entire body trembling beneath me as I ran my fingers up the underside of his massive organ and squeezed the last of his delicious come into my mouth. I was on fire again. My body was aching with need. I gently nursed on his slowly softening penis, cleaning him off with my mouth and tongue. I was losing my mind. It felt so good to have a cock in my mouth I didn't want to relinquish it. Karthik didn't appear eager to have me stop either. As he shrank and softened, I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I could hear muffled moans emanating from deep inside me. I lovingly sucked on his softening penis and dipped my hand in his pants to cradle Karthik's balls in my fingers. I felt his hand groping my ass through my dress. I was going insane. Reluctantly I pulled him from between my lips and straightened up to look into his eyes. I didn't recognize him. He looked at me in amazement and awe. "Amma," He whispered, "That was amazing...it felt so g...good" I scooped his semen from my cheek with a hooked finger and sucked it off. He squirmed as he watched me and I smiled at him gently, "I'm so glad you liked it, darling. I was a little afraid you wouldn't. I've never done it before." "My God, Amma, I've dreamed of you doing that to me for so long but I never dared dream it would feel so...good." He said earnestly, pulling me close. "Mmmmm." I murmured as I watched his mouth close on mine. Our lips fused together and we kissed deeply, urgently. I wondered if his could taste his come on my tongue. I wrapped my arms around him and molded myself to him. I loved the sensation of his fingertips stroking my bare flesh. Karthik was excited and energized. He broke the kiss and grinned at me. "Amma, I love you." "Mmmm, I know," I smiled gently, "But what don't you love?" "Salman Khan, rude people...." I giggled nervously. "Did you like doing...that?" Karthik whispered, nuzzling my neck. "Huh? Oh, you mean that? You can say it, Kanna: blowjob, fellatio, oral sex. You won't offend my delicate sensibilities, silly. And yes I did." I grinned up at him and giggled. "Besides, it wasn't really a blowjob. I just... prevented a...mess." He grinned broadly, "Well whatever it was, it was amazing." I shivered when he lifted a hand to a breast and began lightly teasing a nipple with his fingers. "Ughn...maybe someday...if you're really...lucky and are a really, really good boy I'll give you a real blowjob." I'd never given anybody a 'real' blowjob before in my life. "I'll be especially good, Amma." Karthik whispered. A deep, guttural groan emanated from inside his chest when I took his flaccid penis in my hand and began gently kneading it. Even soft and limp he was almost too thick to wrap my fingers completely around. "Oh, Amma..." He breathed, "D...Appa doesn't let you...go down on him?" I grimaced at the mention of Ramesh, "Uh-uh. He thinks it is...dirty or something." "He's a grade-A moron, then." I just smiled up at him. "So come on lady, 'fess up. When was the last time you and Appa did it?" Karthik asked, a strange glint in his eye. "I don't know...I'm not supposed to...ughn...talk to my son about...ooooh!" Karthik pinched my nipple firmly. "Come on, Amma. You had my dick in your mouth a minute ago; don't tell me you can't talk to me." He grinned lewdly. "When was the last time you did it, Amma?" "A few days ago...but he doesn't do it for me. He never did. He always leaves me wanting...more." I blushed, looking down at my knees. "What is wrong with him?" Karthik exclaimed, a little animated. "I don't know," I answered, "But I don't want to talk about your father. Tonight is about you and me."