Broken Strings - Part 6 (The Intimacy Known)
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, and incidents. It was around 11 am when I woke up. I could see my mom walking into my room with a smile. She came and sat beside me as we locked our eyes romantically. There was a moment of silence. I placed my hand softly on her shoulder and started caressing, looking into her eyes. Her hair was loosely tied which was rolled to one side. This was making her look sexier. And a naughty smile that lit up her face is seducing me. Caressing her shoulder, my hand moved down over her hand. The bangles clanked, which sounded sweet in the silence. I was getting horny moment by moment. Then I slowly moved my hand to hold her waist and started caressing it. She moved close to put my hand at ease. There was a smell of freshness which I often felt after she did pooja. The whole situation made me horny. I decided to take it slow and continued caressing her waist. I got halfway up in the bed, holding her waist and getting close to her face. I buried my face in her neck and started pecking it, pressing her body to mine. Her boobs softly pressed against my chest. I started licking her chin and jaws while pecking and kissing her neck. My grip on her waist tightened as our bodies pressed close. After few moments, I moved to her ear and started eating the ear and ear lobes with lips. My saliva was making the ear wet. As my tongue entered her ear, she giggled and released a hissing sound suggesting she was getting aroused. Slowly she placed her hands around my waist and started moving them on my back which only added fuel to the fire. I was also caressing her back. As I moved it up, I could feel the skin at the moderate cut in the back. I moved it down a little further down. I could feel the soft ass. I loved the softness of the bums, and I continued groping them. My other hand is still playing with the waist. We were lost in the moment and didn’t realize the time. It was my mom who first loosened the grip and said, “Still tired?” She queried in a tone of provocative naughtiness. Me: Oh! Why don’t you find out yourself? I said, pulling her to the side, pushed her onto the bed. She didn’t resist. I got on top of her as half of my body rested on her beautiful boobs. As my chest pressed over her boobs, my hand locked itself to her waist. Looking straight into her eyes, I moved my head to lock her lips with mine. It started slowly, and in minutes our bodies began to slide over each other. My leg pulled the sari over her knees. Our legs rubbed against each other. We are now enjoying the caressing of bodies. After some time, we loosened again from the embrace. I looked at her face, which was now full of sexual expression. I opened my mouth and, holding the loose end of the sari, moved it to the side. That exposed her 36D boobs. Since she was lying, they were pushed back a little, trying to get out of the blouse. I loved the mounds exposed out of the blouse and buried face between them. There was cleavage in the form of a small line between the two boobs. I pushed my tongue into it and started to play inside it. My dick is already up and throbbing for action. But I was feeling comfortable and in control. Mom was holding my head to her boobs. Slowly I loosened her hooks one by one getting more access to her boobs. In few minutes, I opened all her hooks. Once all her hooks are released, I raised a little above. Looking into her eyes, I widened the blouse. With both hands, took the tight and soft boobs and pressed them together. The nakedness of the boobs on my hands was so erotic. Mom was getting engaged and aroused. Her half-closed eyes and her half-nude body with the naked boobs in my hand are tempting and worth a look of million dollars. As I mauled her boobs holding them together, the tips of the nipples turned hard. I could not resist that. I took one of the nipples, including the light brown areole, into my mouth and sucked it. I then widened my mouth to push her right boob into my mouth still further. I felt I got ample flesh into my mouth. I held it softly with my teeth and let my tongue do the magic. I rolled it in circles, started from the outer rim of the boob, slowly making inwards to the nipple. Once I reached the nipple, I sucked it tightly. Then I slowly released it to my teeth and held it there softly in my teeth. I slowly pulled the nipple up and sideways till it stretched to the maximum. After that, I still pulled it softly, trying to stretch it beyond the maximum, and then she released it. A moan was a little louder than ever. Mom: Slowly, it’s hurting. Hearing that, I loosened the stretch, easing her pain. Then I stretched it again to which again repeated with a painful moan. She now held my head and tried to control it. But I pushed the boob back into my mouth and repeated the circles with my tongue. Then I again pulled the nipples softly, stretching them. She now started enjoying the pull-ups of her nipples. For the next 5-10 minutes, I swapped between two boobs repeating the ritual with my tongue and teeth while my hands mauled them. I think after nearly 15 minutes of the ordeal, I left her boobs. When I looked at them, they were red with teeth marks on the boobs. She rubbed the nipples with her palms. I think they were paining due to my naughty treatment. As she rubbed her nipples, looking at me with half-closed eyes. I moved my hand to the stomach where the pleats of her sari are tucked into the petticoat. Without a moment of delay, I pulled them roughly and rushed to throw the sari away. But there was a part stuck below her ass and the loose end of her sari still under her back. But it exposed the blue-colored petticoat.