Broken Strings – Part 11 (The Consummation)
Following is a creative work of fiction. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, or incidents. I walked into the other room and went to the bathroom outside to get refreshed while she used the one inside. Before going to the bathroom, I did some changes to the room. I moved the wooden cots to the next room somehow. The entire room is empty now. I went to bathe and came back. Still, the door of my mom’s room is closed. I got down to arrange the beds on the floor above a mat. Then I spread the newly bought bed sheet. I decorated the bed with flowers. There were a lot of flowers. I ended up spreading them around the bed, and the remaining I threw them sparsely across the room. I got into my new dress and waited for my mom to come. I almost forgot in which sari she will come. I waited all the while speculating how she would come. After an hour, there was clanking at the door as it slowly opened. The door opened, my eyes dropped, looking at my mom, who now stood at the door. She is in a maroon-colored silk sari with a matching 3/4th hands silk blouse. The shoulder of the blouse is now clearly exposing her shoulder blades which are fleshy and seductive. She left her hair loose with a click at the top. There are a whole bunch of jasmine flowers at the top holding on to the clip. The smell mixed with the flowers that decorated the bed and the intoxicating dhoop is just arousing. The pleats of the sari are neatly tucked. The loose end of the sari was also made into large pleats and neatly pinned at the shoulder to the blouse. The silk zari border of the sari around the waist made a curve exposing it sexily. I could see it tightly circumscribing her soft fleshy waist. Exactly at the side of the waist, there is a slight vertical curve that would almost go unnoticed from the sight of an ordinary man. It is always hiding behind the edge of a sari. She walked towards me and extended the glass of milk to me. I took it and, while sipping it, walked around her. The back of the blouse is low cut exposing her creamy fleshy back. Flowers cover a part of the back. I drank half of the milk. I encircled a hand around her neck from the back. I moved the other hand with the glass of milk to her mouth. She looked at me, tilting her head, and looked at me. As we looked at each other eyes, I smiled. She smiled and took the glass in her mouth. When the glass emptied, I threw the glass randomly. Even she doesn’t seem to bother about it. I held her waist and pressed my crotch from the back. My dick pressed on her soft bums of ass. I moved both my hands on either side of the waist. One hand was on the naked waist, and the other moved over the sari, enjoying the softness. I felt my hand was burning while her waist was so cold. The rain outside seemed to have gotten strong. I slowly moved to my crotch with my waist on my mom’s ass. I started enjoying her waist. I wanted more of the soft, stiff, and fleshy waist and so pushed the sari covering it down. My hand made a vertical movement and horizontal movement, enjoying heaven. After a few moments, the movements of the crotch were getting hard. Slowly now, her waist also seemed to get adjusted to my hand temperature. I stopped hand movement. After a movement, I moved both my hands up, caressing her boobs. I moved my hands over them. My one hand went over it from under the loose end of the sari. The other hand went from above the sari and rested there for a moment without any action. They just rested, which is when I felt the smoothness and firmness in the boobs. My hands could feel the cold. Then after a few moments, I started caressing the boobs. I continued caressing. She rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes enjoying the caress. Slowly the body weight was getting completely onto me. I moved my head close to her face and squared my lips over hers. As I took the lower lip, I squeezed the boobs with my hands. And mauling them, I bit the lower lip. That propelled her to become active and separated her head from mine. Mom: Go slow. I am not going anywhere. She said without stopping my mauling. Me: No, I go with the flow. Let’s flow together. And I took her upper lip again. Slowly the kiss took over. I sucked her lips alternatively. She slowly turned towards me. Holding close to me and moving to the wall beside the bed, I pressed my chest to the boobs. I took her hands and, clasping them crossing the fingers, held it to the wall. I played with lips. I took the lower lip and, holding it between my lips, pressed it with my tongue as if pushing it out. I did the same thing for both lips. She was excited every time I did it. My hands caressed her waist and then her back. They played with her ass and back. Sometimes the nails are pressed on her bareback. She also held me back and clenched with her nails. I enjoyed the pain. As I got satisfied with the lips, I started kissing her neck. Then her shoulder blades and then again her neck. We hugged each other tightly. After a few minutes, when our bodies heated up, we disengaged from the hug. I removed the shirt and put my hand on her shoulder. Slowly I removed the pin looking straight into her eyes. The loose end of the sari just came off, exposing the stiff, straight boobs in a deep-cut blouse. There is a curve making an arch and disappearing into the blouse. I slowly took her to bed. As we sat, I buried my head on her boobs. I started licking the slit curve where the two boobs meet. I pushed my tongue into the slit, and the boobs pressed my tongue. Both of them seem to be dry due to cold weather. I started licking them. Then slowly moved my hand to unhook the buttons. As the hooks opened, I got more of the boob’s flesh into my mouth, and I was sucking.