Bathroom Affair With Mom- Part 2
Mom’s lips were dangerously close to mine, while her hands rubbed my dick over my pants. I reached my hand up, slowly, reaching out for her tits. Our lips drew closer to each other, as if an invisible force was pushing us in each-others direction. My hand was almost on her boobs, and my lips almost on hers, when suddenly mom’s phone began to ring. Mom stood up straight instantly like she had been hit by a jolt of lightning. She adjusted her pallu hastily and picked up the phone on the table. It was dad. “Hello… yes… yes… no, he’s awake, he just had his breakfast… yes, tablets too… okay… I don’t think he’ll be able to go to college today, he still looks a little weak… yes… okay… bye…” I heard mom’s one sided conversation. The tension in her face while she was talking to dad washed away as soon as she kept the phone. She smiled at me. A few minutes later I was in the bathroom stripped down to my underwear, while mom bathed me. It had been three days since I had taken a bath and mom insisted on washing me because I was too tired from the fever. I wasn’t. Mom had hiked up her thin cotton saree, giving me a good view of her smooth dusky legs till her knees. Sitting on the little stool, I got glimpses of her thunder thighs every time she moved. If I looked up, I could see her globules of humungous tits staring at me in the face. Mom had twisted her pallu into a thin strand, and had pushed it in the folds of her saree around her waist. The pallu was kept very clear of her navel, which was a treat in itself. Mom was standing in front of me, washing my head and my shoulders. She scrubbed vigorously, and as I was about to lose my balance, I leaned forward and grabbed the first thing available- her leg. I didn’t let go immediately, instead, slowly hiked up my hands up, underneath her saree. Mom giggled and clasped her legs together, restricting my access. “Naughty boy. Didn’t get enough last night?” she blurted out before looking away shyly. I didn’t know what she was talking about. I wasn’t sure my last night’s dream was a dream at all. I took my hands away and sat in silence as mom continued to wash me. “Mom, what happened last night?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. “Oh, don’t YOU remember?” she said, “After all you did everything!” “Everything?!” I was flabbergasted. “You mean… everything?” Mom stopped scrubbing me almost instantly. “You don’t remember?” “No mom. I mean, I had a dream… but I don’t remember much.” I replied. “Oh…” mom put on a disappointed face. “Well, at least you had fun in your dreams, right?” she winked at me. I just smiled at her sheepishly. “Mom, did I… you know… what did I do to you exactly?” I asked her. Mom just smiled at me naughtily and continued to scrub my back. “When you said everything, did you mean…” “Oh, god no!” mom looked shocked. “I mean, you did do everything you could do, but with our clothes were on.” Good. I had only dry humped her. “But to tell you the truth,” mom continued, “you did more with the clothes on than your father has done with the clothes off.” Mom gently began rubbing my shoulders, pressing her tits on to me. It had been two years since dad had move to Gulf for his business, and I knew mom was feeling lonely. Last night’s antics must have triggered something in mom, I thought. “Anyway” mom said, standing in front of me, pouring water to wash off the soap suds on my body. “It’s all in the past now. Don’t tell your dad about it. Don’t’ tell anyone about it” she said. The water falling on my head did nothing to reduce the growing lusty heat in my body. I grabbed mom’s shapely waist, dragged her close and planted a deep smooch on her navel. Mom immediately dropped the mug in her hand and grabbed my strong shoulders for support. I continued to kiss her midriff, my hands making their way all over her body, squeezing her soft, shapely buttocks. “Aaahhh….” Mom moaned, while gripping my hair tightly. My hands mad their way beneath her saree, and up her thighs. She didn’t protest this time. Not even when I grabbed the edges of her panty and started pulling them down. I pushed mom a little so that her back was resting against the bathroom wall. I dove in underneath her saree and kissed the mound between her legs. It seemed like she had recently trimmed her pubes, her short prickly stubs were poking gently at my lips, arousing me even more. Mom’s slit was dripping wet, and when I kissed her down there, my lips were coated in her love nectar within seconds. I kissed her pussy lips one last time before sliding my tongue deep inside her pussy hole. Mom let out a loud moan, and put one leg over my shoulder, giving me better access into her pussy. Mom pressed her leg into my back, and the edges of her sliver anklets (kangan) pressed deeply into my bare back skin. My hands went behind her and grabbed her bare ass tightly and pushed her torso into my face harder, and I was practically eating her out. “Aaahh.. Akshay… slowly… ufffff… not so hard baby…” Mom begged me to slow down, but I increased my speed and intensity. Mom was pulling my hair harder, unable to take the pleasure and in no time her pussy lips tightened around my lips and she came wildly all over my face. Mom let go of my hair slowly and the tightness in her body gave way to calmness. Mom was trying hard to catch her breath, while I was busy licking every last drop of her salty juices tha were dripping from her pussy. Mom let out a small laugh and removed her leg from my shoulder. “Enough.” She said quietly and adjusted her saree as I pulled my head out from underneath her saree. Mom bent down to me and ruffled my hair lovingly. She took out the edge of pallu from her waist and wiped my wet face. “Idiot” she said and kissed my lips. I kissed her back.