The Chronicles Of Sonali - Part 2 (Horny For Her Son)
Vineeta took a large sip of the champagne and started her narrative. Vineeta’s Story It was morning when I bathed my son and gave him a handjob. Now as I was preparing his favorite chicken biryani. I started replaying the whole scene in my mind. The only thing that was recurrently playing was his hard, erect penis and the thick ropes of sperm that hit the bathroom wall. Any trace of guilt had evaporated from my mind and I was feeling horny. But I decided I won’t make any first move and let Rick have it the way he wants. I did not want to be a shameless mother. We met at the dining table for lunch. I had changed into a black chiffon saree and sleeveless blouse. Rick sat down beside me and like all other days after his injury. I started feeding him with my hands. “Mmmm, mom, the biriyani is out of this world.” He appreciated my culinary skills. “And you look fantastic in this black saree.” Oh my God, now he was checking me out. “Especially, in that sleeveless blouse.” The mention of the word blouse sent a shiver through my spine. I saw his eyes focussed on my bosom. Is my son thinking about me as a sex object? Of course, he will, now that he had received a handjob surely will be wanting more from me. “Thank you beta since when did you start complimenting on my dress?” “Mom you are the most well-dressed woman I have ever seen, even my friends and their moms speak highly of your dress sense and style. And even my female friends, they say Hritik your mom looks like your elder sister.” I just could not help blushing and asked him faintly, “Really?” “Mom I watch you every day but never got the opportunity to compliment you, you are such a role model. Be it saree, jeans, formal western or salwar you manage to look damn gorgeous in whatever you wear.” “Maybe that’s because I am your mom and you don’t find any fault in me.” “No mom, objectively speaking, even if I forget for a moment that you are my mom, you still are one of the most attractive ladies in town for sure.” He nibbled my fingers gently as I put some biriyani in his mouth. It sent a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. My god, my son was openly flirting with me. “That’s quite an objective observation.” We finished lunch and I gave him his medication as he needed to sleep a lot. As he lay down for sleep, I started reading a John Grisham novel in the living room. I was getting sucked in by the plot. But in the back of my mind, Rick’s appreciation of my dress played on. My son viewed me as a woman too. Rick’s voice disturbed my train of thoughts. “Mom can you come over here please.” I got up and put my step forward without knowing that this step would be on the most life-changing step of mine. “It was destiny, Sonali,” Vineeta sighed with a sinful smile “Destiny.” Then she resumed her narrative. As I entered the bedroom, I sensed something new in his glances. Was he checking me out just like a woman? “Yes, Beta what do you need?’’ “Mom why don’t you come beside me and ruffle my hair, like when I was a boy. I think that will help me to sleep.” I followed suit and sat comfortably on the bed with his head on my lap, rather my thighs and started to gently massage his head with my fingers. “Mom it’s been a long time you did this to me, feels so good to be in your lap. You are so soft mom, and warm.” He purred like a cat. I could feel his breath on my thighs and the heat it was generating within me. After some time Rick adjusted his posture. He laid on his back between my legs with the back of his head comfortably snuggled between my legs and my tummy, with his forehead just below my boobs. “Mom use both your hands please.” I started massaging with both my hands. “Just a minute mom let me adjust a bit,” he raised his head and did a slight adjustment. I felt his forehead touch my boobs for a few seconds. Was it deliberate? Of course, it had to be. He had just felt his mother’s hands jerking him off. If he was man enough, he would want more. I knew by then he must have wanted me to jerk him off again and maybe want to have sex with me. Strangely I could not stop and deep inside I wanted him to take the initiative. His eyes were closed and mine hovered between his legs. Underneath the shorts, there was a man’s penis which I had jerked off only an hour ago. He was well hung and the images of his rock-hard penis in the bathroom were constantly bombarding my mind. I was getting turned on by my son! The dilemma was whether I take some initiative or let him chalk the path? I decided that I should let my son take the lead like a real man. But won’t resisit his maneuvers. It was as if he read my mind. He opened his eyes and looked up at my face and gazed at me. “Rick beta any problem?” I asked casually. “No mom it is maybe for the first time I am seeing you so close- mom you are so beautiful.” “And old too,” I added flirtatiously. “Absolutely not,’’ he objected “Most of my friends and their moms say that you look like my sister when we travel together.” Yes, he had taken after me and we did look similar. Well, I relished the compliment. “I don’t believe you,” I said. “No mom just look at you,” he argued, “None of my friend’s moms have a body like yours.” The mention of the word body was the cue to take our seduction game to the next level. I poured in some coquettish dollops in my next sentence. “Oh, so you observe your mom’s body?” Rick remained unfazed, “Of course mom, you got a great one.” He nuzzled the back of his head on my stomach. “Look what great abs you have maintained. Most ladies of your age can only dream of such a well-maintained abdomen.” “So, you look at other ladies of my age, naughty boy?” “Not in that way, mom but I can’t help comparing them to you.