Second Innings with My Son – Part 2

Second Innings with My Son - Part 2
Hello everyone, Meenal here again with the next part of my story. In the previous part, we saw how I had erotic sex with my son at night. Then he confessed he loved me and fucked me again in the morning. Now, let us see further. We both got up after a couple of hours in the afternoon, naked on the bed covered with cum. I woke up, had a bath, and Ashish was still sleeping on the bed. I was in the kitchen working when he got up and came and hugged me from behind. He was naked, and I could feel his dick. He held my hips, pressed his dick on me and kissed me on the earlobes, seducing me again, and whispered in my ears. Ashish: Majhya ‘I love you’ cha uttar nahi dila tu. (You did not respond to my I love you.) Me: Dila tar magashi, tondani pan and chut ne pan (Didn’t I earlier?) His hand move to my boobs. Mauling them. I was getting aroused. Ashish: Aikla nahi mi. ( I did not hear.) I turned around, held his cock with my right hand, and held his face with my left. I moved close to his lips but did not kiss. Made him feel my breath and teased him. He also teased me and stood straight, pulling away a little. I pulled his face close and looked into his eyes. Me: I love you too. I tried to kiss him, but he still resisted and said, “Ani tujhi chut?” (And your pussy?) I was stroking his cock. Seeing it getting hard, I understood he wanted me to talk dirty. “Majhi chut pan, majhi chut tujha lund la love karte. Tila pahije asto toh.” (My pussy, too, she loves your cock and needs your cock) He smiled and kissed me, and it turned into a mad, passionate kiss. He had lifted my gown, exposed my naked bum and was mauling them while his tongue was in my mouth licking mine. He lifted me and put me on the kitchen table. He was kissing me. He pulled my straps down and held my boobs, and started to suck and press them. I was moaning. His finger found my clit, I was wearing a panty, and he said it like my authoritative man. “ Ka ghatli he? Aj pasun bandh karaycha panty ghalna.” (No panties from today.) He pulled my tongs down, and spread my legs, rubbed my clit and kissed me. He kissed my neck, my boobs, my tummy and moved down to my pussy and kissed it. I felt a current as he kissed me there. I moaned. He bent down and started licking my hairy pussy down there. I never knew how that felt, but it was so pleasurable that I did not stop him at all. He kept licking me. I kept moaning. Me: Aah, Kay mast vatatay, titech.. aaahh asach karat raha. Aah. (Yes, yes, it feels so nice. Yes, keep doing it, keep licking.) I also moved my hips and pressed his head on my pussy more. He kept licking me vigorously. In another 4 minutes, I let a loud moan and released on his face. I was catching my breath. He stood up, smiling at me with his mouth full of my cum. I was done, but he wasn’t. He tried to hint me to suck him, but I had never done it. Instead, I opened my legs, signalling him to insert, and he obliged. Now his thick dick went in easily in my sloppy pussy, and we both let out a moan. He moved forward, kissed me, and kindly commanded me to talk dirty. Me: Aaah. Kashi vaatli majhi chut? (How is my pussy)? Ashish: Ekdum oli. Ani garam. Lund chi bhooki jashi. (Too hot and wet, dying for dicks.) Me: ho, tujhach lund saathi oli aahe ti. 30 varsha nantar lund gela aahe tichyaat. 30 varshanchi bhumi aahe ti. Aah, jhav mala, randi sarkha jhav, vijhav majhi. (Yes, she is wet for your dick. She has had one after 30 years. Fuck me, fuck me like your whore.) I could feel him getting hard listening to me. Ashish: Acha. Mag aj pasun mi Tula uthata basta jhavnar. Mi Tula majhi randi Girl friend banavnaar, pan vichar kar mi khup demanding boyfriend aahe. Jamel ka Tula. (Yes, then I will fuck you like a bitch and make you my whore girlfriend. But remember, I am a very demanding boyfriend.) Me: Ho chalel, banen mi tujhi randi girl friend, pan jhaven tujhi randi aai mhanunch. Majha porga tyanchya randi aai chi chut marel roj. (Yes, I will be your girlfriend but will fuck you as your whore mother only.) Ashish: Vichar kar, divas bhar nagda theven mi. Ani ughdyavar pan nagda karun jhaven. (Think of it, I will keep you naked and fuck you out in the open too) We were breathing heavily, and his pace increased. I knew he was close, and so was I. Me: Ho chalel, jithe bolshil tithe nagdi hoil mi. Ani tujha lund majhyat ghein. Asach jhav, joraat majha pani sutatay. Ah! (yes, I will get naked and fuck with you whenever you want to keep fucking me harder aaah aaah) We both had our orgasms, and both were catching our breaths. He hugged me with his dick still inside. My boobs are crushing on this chest. We came out of the hug, but he did not pull his dick out. Ashish: Acha, tar Tula randi banaycha aahe? I understood he was teasing me. So I replied Me: Ho, tujhi personal randi. Baher tujhi randi girlfriend and ghari mi tujhi randi aai and tu majha jhavada porga. (Yes, your personal whore. Your whore girlfriend outside but your whore mother inside) We both had a bath together. After the bath, as he instructed, I wiped my body and came out naked. He was looking at me. Me: Tuch tar bolla nagda thevshil. Tar the nahi ghatle. (You only said to stay naked. So I am not wearing clothes) We both are and were sitting with our phones. I read my sister’s message. This lady will change his fate and career. Her decision will change his life for good and towards more happiness. I asked him what does he expect from his girlfriend, and he replied in three words, bold, horny slut. I asked him what he meant. He came closer and showed me what he expected. He wanted me to be dressed sexily, wear short clothes that expose more and cover little. He opened only a fan site and showed me a couple and their sex videos out on the beach, in parking lots, in the car, in the grocery store, etc. The girl was always ready for her man’s cock.

Her clothes were nothing other than a bra and mini skirts or t-shirts without her bra and panties. And she would suck his dick. Ashish: Aata majhi girlfriend honar aahe na tu tar he sagla karva lagel. Jamel ka? (Now since you are my gf, I want you to be this, is it fine?) Me: Ho, tujhya saathi kahi pan, Raja. (Yes, any thing for you love.) That evening he took me shopping to buy me sexy clothes. He asked me to wear something comfortable. So I decided to woo him off by wearing my sleeveless deep-neck kurta. It hung to my body and had a cut right from my hips. It showed my legs completely and I wore nothing beneath it. He was happy to see me slutty like that. The kurta showed my nipples, too. We started with the lingerie store. He made me buy lacy, push-up bras, crotchless panties, things and nighties. They were spaghetti and transparent that came to my ass and also had a cut from the hips. I tried it, but couldn’t show him as he was not allowed in the changing room. But I was wet seeing myself in those and thinking of my kinky son. We went to Zara. He bought me some sexy tops, mini skirts and body con dresses. It had so deep necks that they barely covered my boobs. It was an empty store and not much staff was there. In the trial room, he moved in with me and asked me to try in front of him. As I removed my kurta, he was amazed as I did not have any bra and panty beneath. Me: Tuch tar bolla, ghalaycha nahi aj pasun mhanun. (You only said you don’t wear this.) His eyes sparkled with it. He made me try all those dresses. He was super hard watching me. I was wet, too. We kissed, he played with my boobs. I did with his cock. But we couldn’t do much since someone came. We were horny after that store and wanted to go home. But he saw a bikini store and took me in. He brought me bikinis that barely covered my nipples and transparent and netted coverup. I was turned on more after seeing myself in a bikini and told him it was enough. Let’s go home. We came back to the car, and as soon as we got in, we started to kiss each other like rabbits in heat. He put my hand on his dick, which was hard rock, and he pressed my boobs. Me: Chal ghari lavkar, mala rahavat nahiye, majhya chut la tujha lund pahije. (Let’s go home, my pussy needs your dick.) Ashish: Mag chal magchya seat var itech karu. (Let’s fuck here then.) He pushed his seat back and asked me to come over to him. I aligned his dick and started riding him. Ashish: Aah, Kay garam Ani oli chut aahe. Kashi tayyar jhali lagech lund ghyayla. (What a wet and hot pussy. How ready is it to get fucked?) Me: Tuch mhanlas na randi girlfriend, mag randanna kasli laaj and mi majhya poracha lund ghete , majha hakka cha lund. (You said you want your girlfriend to be a whore, then why will a whore be shy? I am fucking my own son’s dick, the one that came from my pussy. Why should I bother about others?) Ashish: Mag kadh toh kurta Ani nagdi ho akkhi. (Then remove the kurta and get naked.) I pulled the kurta over my head and went naked, and started riding his cock harder. We changed positions. He fucked me in missionary for 10 minutes before we both had our orgasms. It was my first kinky sex, and I loved it to the core. We cleaned ourselves and came home. I saw the happiness on Ashish’s face. I was in the washroom looking at my naked body and remembered what my sister said. So I texted her. I guess he found the lady, to which she replied, “How was it?” I was shocked and asked how did you know. She replied it was written on the cards and she asked again. I did not reply, but she made a video call on my phone. I picked up the phone, turning my back to the mirror and holding the phone, saying that only my face was visible. But my background had up my nakedness. What happened next? What did she tell me about our relationship, and how our relationship went ahead? I will tell you in the next part.