Update 17
Ram: Mera lund... aur kya?
Ram (quickly correcting himself): Oops! Sorry mom, mera linga!
Me (pleased seeing his innocence): Mera achha Beta!
Honestly, this was probably the first time I did not dislike hearing “lund” from my son’s mouth. I giggled again. Seeing no objection from my end, Ram continued to slowly finger my pussy over my dress and I also was enjoying this direct caressing on my love spot quite handsomely. I felt like closing my eyes and going to bed as I continued to massage my son’s khada lund and just at that moment I felt drops of precum oozing out of Ram’s cock!
Ram probably realizing that it would be very tough for him to hold back things the way I was sexually arousing him, reverted back to the lessons!
Ram: Mummy... err... can I continue with the next part of my lessons?
I was almost completely oblivious about the lessons part and got back to my senses and immediately released his lund from my grip (probably after full 5 minutes)!
Me: Oh! Ha ha... mai to bhul hi gayi thi! Zaroor! Zaroor!
I shuffled a bit and pressed my heavy gaand on the bedside to remain normal as much as possible though my breathing was much faster now and my nipples were erect inside my dress! I noted Ram licked his dry lips probably seeing my bra-less round mammaries jiggling and swaying inside my nighty in a very sexy manner as I shuffled.
Ram: Mummy, we completed the main reproductive organs of male and female... penis and vagina....now the accessory organs.
Me: Hmm...
Ram: The first of the accessory organs is the lips aur uska definition hai... umm... yes... lips are two fleshy folds that surround the opening of the mouth.
Me: Umm... (I tried to say Hmm... but resultant was Umm!)
Ram: And Mummy.... the function of the lips are... err... yes... kissing.... umm... smooching... and... and sucking.
I looked down at his khada lund. Ram could have easily put his erect cock back in his pants and buttoned it, but he did not do so. He was standing with his pant buttons open and his naked erect cock standing tall outside his pant cover. Did he do that deliberately to keep me absolutely attentive towards him?
Me (murmured in my mind): No, no! How come that is possible! He has proved his innocence at every step!
My motherly love was still camouflaging my son’s naughty indecent moves.
Seeing his naked dick I again longed to grab it! Though it was small and not up to a matured woman’s satisfaction, but it was hard and erect meat, which no married woman could ignore! Simultaneously I realized how much horny I had remained inside due to the “separation” from Vinay that I was even longing for my son’s young cock!
As I continued to breathe heavily and eyed his small but erect prick, I could perceive my internal inclination to get close to my son’s body! And, just then an idea clicked in my mind!
Me: Ram... umm... ek baat bata... kal tun-e Chacha-ji ko bola ke tu k-a-y-i b-a-a-r dekha hai ke tere papa ko mujhe gale lagate hua... kitni bar dekha hai re tu tere papa ko aise karte huye?
Ram: Recent times mei to nehi Mummy... par bhai (=Harpal) aane se pehle to zaroor dekha hoon...
Me: Par aisa kya dekha hai ke tu Chacha-ji ko bolne gaya!
Ram: Sir ko to jhoot nehi bol sakta naa Mummy... Tum hi bolo!
Me: Nehi... wo baat to thik hai... par... ek-adh bar gale lagane to aam baat hai Beta!
Ram: Kya Mummy.. tum shayad bhool gayi... mai uss room mei padhta tha... tum mere samne baithi rehti thi.... aur papa kaam se wapas aake mujhe poochte the ke college mei aj kya hua... aur tumhare paas aate the...baat karte karte tumhe gale lagate the... tumhare gaal pe kiss karte the... tum bhi wapas kiss karti thi... bhool gayi?
As Ram vividly described my hay days and I tried to visualize those days, I could unmistakably sense a plus in my sensuous excitement and naturally a greater urge to get physically close to my son!
Me: Haa..Nehi... err... mera matlab... tere papa kya sirf mujhe gale lagate the? Wo to tujhe bhi kiss karte the, gale lagate the...
Ram: Wo mai kab inkaar kiya Mummy!
Me (smiling): Par tumhe zyada pyar karte the Papa... tumhe gale lagale sift gaal pe nehi... chori chori hoth bhi chumte the... mai dekha hoon!
I blushed; though at that time we thought Ram was not noticing the details of our intimacy!
Ram: Aur Mummy... Papa to tumhare mamme bhi bar bar dabate the...mai dekha hoon...
Me (smiling as well as heavily blushing): Aur kuch?
Ram: Haa... aur tum jab apne aap ko Papa se chhudake bistar se utarti thi... wo tumhare gaan.. err... mera matlab... tumhari nitamb bhi dabate the aur tum jab kitchen chali jati thi to waha to ek-ek din tumhe godd mei bhi lete the!
Me: Dhat! Kya kya bol raha hai! Tu to yaha padhta tha! Tu kaise dekha?
I was now terribly embarrassed hearing all the details of our intimate moments from my son!
Ram: Kya Mummy... tum bhi naa... kitchen to dikhta hai yaha se aur upar se tum itni uff-aff karti thi to mera dhyan to udhar chala hi jata tha naa!
Me: Hmm... samjha!
Ram: Par ye bhi to bolo Mummy... ketab thik se dekha tha... iss liye jake aj ye lessons padhne mei madat hua mera!
Me: Okay okay... ek number ki chalu puria! Bahut bol liya! (I paused a little) okay... let me check then... kitna dekha tha tab... aur kitna sikha hai aj...
Ram looked puzzled for a moment at my comment; he was unable to read my next naughty move.
Me: Le-ta hoon tera ek practical class... abhi pata chal jayega!
Ram: Practical class...? On what Mummy? Accessory reproductive organs ke upar? Lips? Breasts?
Me: Err... Umm... Ha! Ye bhi keh sakta hai tu... Lips aur breasts... Hmm... Chal bata... lips ke function kya hai?
Ram seemed more enthusiastic now (his eyes sparkled and as if his dick stretched out more) probably anticipating that he could get more close to my body than he probably anticipated!
Ram: Kissing, smooching aur sucking.
Me: Cha... karke dikha! Bahut bol raha tha... papa ko ye karte hua dekha... wo karte hua dekha... abhi doodh ka doodh aur pani ka pani ho jayega!
As I spoke my voice trembled because I was all set now to get fully physical with my grownup son! I was in fact openly offering him to kiss my lips!
I looked momentarily at the closed door of the room and then turned to the baby who was still sleeping and all seemed to be set for me to go ahead!
Me (in a whispering tone): R-a-m... thoda paas aa!
I casually pulled Ram by holding his naked dangling dick which was poking out sexily out of his half-pant. He came closer within a foot of my body and since he was quite tall and almost my height, he probably felt shy and could not meet my eyes; he looked down. But I noted instantly that he was not looking at the floor but was rather eyeing my firm prominent boobs! As he was tall, naturally he was getting an extremely sexy bird’s eye view of my big-sized breasts under the cover of my nighty with my wheat-colored cleavage generously exposed for him and due to my internal heat, my nipples had also turned erect and bigger in size that normal and must have been traceable to Ram through the sheer fabric of my pink nighty.
As soon as my warm palm grasped his small naked cock, I could feel it was getting tauter, which was but natural! Ram breathed heavier, noticeably, and I noted that he licked his lips as they were unsurprisingly getting drier with me getting closer to him.
Me: Ky ahua Ram? Wait kiska kar raha hai? Practical karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Ji, ji... Mummy! Err... Mummy... mera matlab... gaal pe karu?
Me: Loh! Khud hi bol raha hai... lips.... ab ye gaal kaha se aa gaya!
Ram: O... okay Mummy... err... mera matlab... (he was fumbling on every word) err...mai to tumhe... mera matlab... mai to tumhe.hotho pe pehle kabhi kiss nehi kiya naa iss liye...
I could understand Ram’s hesitation to kiss me directly on my lips, but my horniness and internal frustration were probably overriding all bindings of decency!
Me: Are buddhu! Fark kya hai? Tu to mujhe sau baar gaal pe kiss kiya hai... college jane se pehle... college se wapas aake... raat ko good night bolne ke samay... waise hi hoth pe kar.. bas!
Ram: Err... o... okay Mummy par... err... mera matlab...
Me: Kya? Bol na!
Ram: Err... Mummy.... what I am saying is... I mean... ek bar gaal pe rehearsal kar loon?
I could not just stop smiling at my son’s hesitation, his young age and immaturity was speaking for itself.
Me: Okay baba... thik hai... chal gaal pe hi kiss kar!
Ram giggled and nodded.
Me: Par waise machine ki tarah nehi... pehle mere bahon ko pakad...
Ram hesitatingly held my arms with his hands and now he was in a perfect position at my front to hug and kiss me.
Me: Ha... perfect! Like that...aur ab thoda aur paas aa...
I just wanted to ensure that my firm round breasts started touching and pressing his flat little chest.
Me: Okay... ab kar...
I closed my eyes so that it was easier for Ram to kiss me like a male partner. I could sense Ram slowly advanced his mouth towards my face. I could perceive his warm quick breaths striking my face as he closed on my left cheek. I just pushed my heavy jiggling boobies so that they press adequately on his body to make things more ardent. It naturally worked for my son like any other male. His warm dry lips touched my smooth left cheek, his nose pushed on my soft cheek flesh, and he slowly started kissed me all over my cheek.
Though it was nothing new for me, innumerable times my son had kissed my cheeks, but today it was definitely different – the posture and the passion made it poles apart from all of the previous mother-son kisses. As I was still holding on to his nanga khada lund, naturally things heated up quickly. I could easily sense his fast heartbeats bumping onto my dense mammaries as he pressed and bent upon my body to get more and more feel of my sexy bra-less mammaries. I could perceive that Ram was grabbing my arms stronger as he continued to brush and press his lips on my smooth fleshy cheeks. Naturally my grip on his naked cock as I got kissed was also getting tighter!
Me (opening my eyes): Hua tera rehearsal?
Ram giggled and just nodded.
Me: Ab hotho ko kiss kar!
I closed my eyes so that it was easier for him to gather the courage to kiss his mother on her lips! His warm breaths were continuously striking my nose, cheeks and chin, but his lips were yet to touch mine. Ram probably was inspecting and admiring the beauty of my pink fleshy lips. I blushed within myself thinking of that and just then felt Ram’s thin lips closing on mine! He was a complete tyro in lip kissing and just pressed his lips on my full lips and echoed the kissing sound and removed his lips.
Me (obviously irritated): Ye kya hua?
Ram: Kiyu Mummy... I kissed your li... lips!
Me: Ye kis kism ka kiss hai Ram? Sirf apne lips mere lips pe dabana! Bas!
Ram was still extremely close to my body; he was holding my arms and my breasts were also pressing lightly on his chest and I was still holding onto his erect tight cock. I wondered how long could he hold his juices and aisa na ho ke my son shags in my hands!
Ram: O... ha ha! Iss liye Sir bole the ke kissing and sucking though different terms go together...Right! Right!
So saying, not giving me any chance to react or reply, he just closed on his lips on my half-open lips and started gently sucking my lower lip!
Me: Are.... wait... Umm... Umm....
I was not at all prepared for this, but honestly did not felt bad as I found my lower lip being eagerly sucked by Ram. I was being lip-locked after such a long time! Though the fact remained that Ram was extremely nervous and scratchy in his kissing, still I felt as if I was at the seventh heaven! He was sucking my wet lower lip and must have been enjoying the sweet juice of my lips to the hilt as I found his body pressing more and more on my chest trying to extract the sensuous feel of my bra-less tight tits under my nighty. I was longing to be kissed harder and hence gripped his cock tighter so that Ram was forced to chew on my lower lip. As I gently exerted additional pressure on his naked cock through my palm and fingers, results started to show immediately!
Ram’s hormones started to flow and he started to gnaw my lower lip with his lips. I also supported him my closing my wet upper lip on his lips and moistened his lips with my tongue making a perfect lip-lock!
The experience was just awesome and seemed to be endless!
My eyes remained closed but it was Ram who terminated the kiss as he must have been in utter discomfort being too much turned on as I was continuously massaging his naked dick. He obviously liked it but did not want to get into a situation where it becomes impossible for him to hold onto his juices. Hence he gently pushed my hand off of his naked cock and took some deep breaths to keep his calm.
Ram: Mummy... was it okay this time?
Me: Hmm... good ...Ram Beta... it was good.... (I almost whispered)
Ram: Thank you Mummy... (shyly) err... Mummy... I mean... your lips are very soft and sweet...
Since Ram was almost hugging me during the kiss and unsurprisingly I was breathing quite faster, my nighty had slipped down a bit off my shoulder towards the front and now more of my sexy cleavage and boob flesh was exposed to my son and I noted that Ram was also eyeing that.
Me: To aage se kya kiss karke college jayega? (I looked naughtily at him) Gaal ya hoth?
He smiled looked shyly at the floor and the answer was naturally very clear!
Me: Good... Par ek cheez ka dhyan rakhna Beta...
Ram: Kya Mummy?
Me: Ye sabke samne nehi karna... aur kisi ko bhi batana nehi.. and I want you to promise that!
Ram: Promise Mummy....promise.
Me: Good... and since you promised me... I can allow you a gift.
Though Ram was young but he was matured enough to gather what I wanted to offer!
Ram: Can I err... Mummy... can I kiss you again?
Me: Neki aur pooch pooch! (I murmured within myself) Zaroor! (loudly)
Ram did not wait a moment and again gripped my arms and this time he seemed more confident and grabbed my arms up, in fact above my elbows almost near my armpits! This actually paved way for him to create more pressure on my figure and my round fleshy ass got more and more pressed against the bedside as he bent upon my body to kiss me again. I could immediately taste his salty saliva as he started sucking my lower lip, this time from the very beginning taking it fully inside his mouth!
My breathing was getting faster and faster - not only due to my lip-lock, but as I sensed Ram was extending his fingers (holding my arms) onto the sides of my dense breasts also! My nipples immediately got hard as I felt male hands on my tits! Though apparently it did not seem very deliberate because the place he was holding my arms were just adjacent to my bust-line, but Ram could not fool a matured married woman like me about his naughty advances!
But honestly the sensation was t-o-o much for me because Ram’s thin fingertips pressing the sides of my boobs made me feel extremely elated, more so because simultaneously I was being kissed and I was also holding onto his nanga khada lund! Ram kissed me harder as he sucked out the last drop of my lip’s sweet juice and by this time he was also pressing his legs on my warm rotund thighs over my dress. I also kissed him in return sucking his salty lips adequately which must have given him extreme full satisfaction.
When we terminated the lip-lock and looked at each other, our faces turned red in natural shame probably considering our relation!
Me: Relation jaye bhad mei! (I murmured within myself)
I was thirstier now and wanted more, and more!
Ram: Thank you Mummy for your gift... it ... it was very, very nice!
Me (panting and moaning): Aaaaaaaah... Ummmmmmmm... yes...
I took a few seconds to gather myself.
Me: Ek baat bata Ram...
Ram: Kya Mummy!
Me: Ye jo tu itni badi badi baat kar raha tha kuch der pehle... mai ye dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... mai wo dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... kitchen mei ye dekha hoon... etc etc.
Ram: Ha Mummy... dekha to hoon!
Me: Wohi to keh raha hoon! Uska kuch namuna main dekhna chahta hoon!
Ram: Wo to aap dekh chuke Mummy... Papa to aap ko hi gale lagate the!
Me: Nehi nehi, wo to thik hai... par mujhe lagta hai... jab tere Papa mujhe pyar jatate the... tera ankh chubhta tha...
Ram smiled shyly again – still his eyes were roving on my bust-line and he was as if licking my exposed sexy cleavage with his thirsty eyes. I just noted that since my nipples were now fully erect and standing on my boob surface, Ram was probably eyeing them more and was craving to press and twist them!
Ram: Nehi nehi Mummy... aisi baat nehi hai...
Me: To phir kaisi baat hai Ram? Ye jo tu kal se keh raha hai... even Chacha-ji ke samne bhi kal tu kaha... k-a-y-i baar dekha hoon Papa ko tumhe gale lagate huye... (I paused and looked at his eyes directly) ...to ek-adh namuna to dikha mujhe!
Ram (a bit surprised probably at my open and direct demand): Namuna?
Me: Yes... tere Papa jo mujhe karte the... wohi! Dekhe to sahi kitna dekha hai tu!
Ram (smiling, realizing probably what his thirsty mother desired): Oh! Is mei kaun si badi baat hai Mummy! Abhi pesh karta hoon! Par... par .... uske liye tumhe thoda bistar pe baithna padhega...
Me: Jaise pehle hota tha... ke tu padhai karta tha aur mai tere samne baithti thi?
Ram: Ji...ji!
Me (smiling and appreciating young Ram’s matured approach): Hmm...
Ram: Aur phir Papa tumhare peeche se uss darwaze se aate the...
Me: Right!
The fact remained that it was getting increasing cumbersome for me to stand like in my elation after that back to back kisses. I could feel an urge to part my legs and open my pussy more and more, hence the proposal of sitting on the bed was a welcome option for me.
Ram: Take this copy Mummy... as if you are reading some magazine.
Me (again smiling): Good replication Ram...
I sat on the bed and took Ram’s lesson copy and leant forward significantly as if was reading the magazine as he suggested. I bent deliberately a bit more than required as I knew my nighty would create a sexy gap around my chest area providing unrestricted view of my heaving ample mammaries to Ram, who would stand behind me beside the bed.
Ram acted his father and went behind me and stood there as if entering from the door behind me. I was jolly well sure that he would be able to easily peep into my nighty over my shoulder and exactly that happened.
Ram: Okay Mummy… now I will act like Papa… ‘Kiyu Ram! How was college today?’
Ram could view the sexy bulge of my two naked boobs inside my nightly and since I was not wearing a brassiere he could see right down to my nipples! Though he was standing behind, the very thought made me feel tighter.
He himself responded!
Ram: ‘It was fine Papa… I had a class test and got 8 out of 10’.
He again acted both parties.
Ram: ‘Good Ram! Keep it up! And what is the news at home front? All okay?’
I couldn’t stop smiling the way he was acting for both himself and his father!
Ram: ‘Papa, you can ask Mummy about that… she had a squabble with sabji-wala uncle today’.
He now portrayed Vinay.
Ram: ‘Kiyu! Kya hua dear? Ye sab sabji-wale doodh-wale ki muh kiyu lagti ho!’
So saying Ram closed down on me. He was standing by the bedside and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He bent and bit towards me and circled his arms around my neck in a loving manner (just as my husband used to do). In the pretext naturally the front portion of his body touched and pressed on my peeth. And I could at once detect his prick standing tall inside his half-pant and was poking on my smooth back over my nighty. Since he was tall enough for a collegeboy, his whole body leaning against my back, his face was very near my face sideways, the feeling honestly was as if I was not held by a youngster, but my husband!
The very thought and Ram’s physical nearness made me feel tighter, my tits getting tauter, my thighs emitted as if more heat, my lips getting drier, and my pussy getting wetter and more slippery!
Ram: Are Mummy… tum bhi kich bolo reply mei…
I was honestly not in the mood of talking and was longing for more action.
Me: Tu hi bol de meri part…
Ram: Okay… (in a thinner voice imitating the female voice) ..’nehi ji… mera koi shawk nehi hai sabji-wale ki muh lagne ki… par wajan mei herapheri karega to bolunga naa...?’
Ram now started brushing his face on the sides of my face and his arms continued to encircle my neck. In fact his hands were provocatively dangling over my shoulder in front of my juicy boobs!
Ram: ‘Oho… ye to galat baat hai… sarasar cheating hai… tab to tum bilkul thik ki ho… meri rani!’
Pretending to be his father, Ram now kissed my right cheek though it was more of a licking rather than kissing! It was long and indeed excited me! I could feel his wet warm tongue licking my smooth chubby cheek giving me immense pleasure. I quickly removed my zulf over my face area so that he could get a more clear access to my face. Seeing that Ram kissed my left check also in the same manner – it was slow and more licking than just simply kissing my cheek! Ram indeed was picking up quickly what I wanted and I praised that in my mind with a sexy smile!
Ram: “Par meri rani… ye kya hua… yaha? (saying that he indicated to my earlobe (the soft area where women wear an earring) … lagta hai machhar kaat diya…’
I giggled and smiled appreciating Ram’s memory!
Ram: ‘... mai marham laga deta hoon meri rani.’
So saying he just slid his lips off my cheeks towards my ear and started kissing and sucking my earlobe!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh………Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm!
It was indeed such a quick acceleration for my elation once Ram pressed his warm lips on my ear! My personal secret was that I was heavily turned on if I was kissed on my ears and armpits and my husband knew that very well. Ram must have noted that when Vinay used to be close with me and today he was just imitating that, but for me it was like getting into cloud nice at one go!
I could not stop shuddering as Ram continued to kiss my ear, slowly but eternally…. His wet tongue moved about my small earlobe while his two warm lips pressed on my ear time and again giving me extreme exhilaration and goosebump all over my body! I breathed faster and was so turned on that I was compelled to turn my body a bit sideways so that my frontal body was more exposed to his hug. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Ram now shifted his hands which were encircling my neck and placed them on my backside (peeth). This action of Ram in fact opened the path for me for a face-to-face hug on bed with him! I removed my hands off his arms and embraced him with both hands pressing my big firm boobies on his chest. The feeling of my bra-less fleshy tits must have been superlative for him – to embrace a fully developed married woman in her 30s clad in a sheer nighty on bed must have made breathless for young Ram!
He just continued to suck and kiss my ear, rather both ears, one at a time, for another couple of minutes and then when he was entirely satisfied he removed his lips off my ears but by that time just like an adult male he had caressed my broad smooth peeth adequately over my dress with his hands starting from my shoulder sliding right down to my butt crevice!
Though Vinay used to kiss me in my ears at times in front of Ram, but since I got too much excited by that action I used to exit from the room in the pretext of preparing tea and Vinay followed me in the kitchen, but today I was in no mood to do anything like that but simply enjoyed my son’s actions on the bed and was craving for some more!
Me: Wah! (whispering) Tunne to kamala kar diya Ram… you copied your father so well!
Ram (gasping): Tha… tha… thank you mom….
His face was now quite close to my face – at a kissing distance – and I looked deep in his eyes. Ram probably felt shy and dropped his eyes. He was still embracing me with his hands on my peeth and my breasts were pressing on his chest.
Ram: Aur….aur ek cheez Papa often karte the…
Me (throwing away all shame and shyness): Wo bhi kar naa!
I knew jolly well what Ram was about to say; he was sure to mention breast fondling which Vinay habitually did even in front of Ram! And, honestly, I was feeling thirsty for that. The way I was excited now after being kissed on my lips and then on my ears by Ram, I desired some tight pressing on my taut boob flesh!
Ram: Jab bhi Papa tumhe kiss karte the… tumhare mamme bhi dabate the Mummy!
I pretended otherwise!
Me: Kahaa Ram! Jitna mujhe yaad hai… wo to peeche se aake mujhe thoda gale lagake tujhe bhi gale lagata tha… aur phir mai chaye banana chali jati thi… bas! Iss mei kab wo mere choochi dabate the?
Ram: Ha aisa bhi hota tha… par Mummy... bahut din ye bhi hua ke Papa ghar ke andar aaye aur bole ke ‘kya chal raha hai Ram’… aur mujhe ek kiss karke tumhare paas chale jate the aur timhe kiss karte the aur peeche se tumhare mamme dabate the….
Me (I had to be extremely shameless): Kaise?
Ram: Dikhayun?
Me: Dikha na!
Ram left me and took a few steps back. I quickly regained my sitting position and bent a little and loosened my nighty a bit in the front which thus created an adequate large gap at my chest area such that Ram could easily peep into my sexy naked mammaries inside my dress.
Ram: ‘Kya chal raha hai Ram’… ye bolke Papa mere paas aake phir tumhare paas jate the… thik?
Me: Phir?
Ram: Phir thoda jhuk ke tumhare shoulder pe apna muh rakhte the… aise…
So saying he came close and stood at my back and bent down and placed his chin on my shoulder.
Ram (quickly correcting himself): Oops! Sorry mom, mera linga!
Me (pleased seeing his innocence): Mera achha Beta!
Honestly, this was probably the first time I did not dislike hearing “lund” from my son’s mouth. I giggled again. Seeing no objection from my end, Ram continued to slowly finger my pussy over my dress and I also was enjoying this direct caressing on my love spot quite handsomely. I felt like closing my eyes and going to bed as I continued to massage my son’s khada lund and just at that moment I felt drops of precum oozing out of Ram’s cock!
Ram probably realizing that it would be very tough for him to hold back things the way I was sexually arousing him, reverted back to the lessons!
Ram: Mummy... err... can I continue with the next part of my lessons?
I was almost completely oblivious about the lessons part and got back to my senses and immediately released his lund from my grip (probably after full 5 minutes)!
Me: Oh! Ha ha... mai to bhul hi gayi thi! Zaroor! Zaroor!
I shuffled a bit and pressed my heavy gaand on the bedside to remain normal as much as possible though my breathing was much faster now and my nipples were erect inside my dress! I noted Ram licked his dry lips probably seeing my bra-less round mammaries jiggling and swaying inside my nighty in a very sexy manner as I shuffled.
Ram: Mummy, we completed the main reproductive organs of male and female... penis and vagina....now the accessory organs.
Me: Hmm...
Ram: The first of the accessory organs is the lips aur uska definition hai... umm... yes... lips are two fleshy folds that surround the opening of the mouth.
Me: Umm... (I tried to say Hmm... but resultant was Umm!)
Ram: And Mummy.... the function of the lips are... err... yes... kissing.... umm... smooching... and... and sucking.
I looked down at his khada lund. Ram could have easily put his erect cock back in his pants and buttoned it, but he did not do so. He was standing with his pant buttons open and his naked erect cock standing tall outside his pant cover. Did he do that deliberately to keep me absolutely attentive towards him?
Me (murmured in my mind): No, no! How come that is possible! He has proved his innocence at every step!
My motherly love was still camouflaging my son’s naughty indecent moves.
Seeing his naked dick I again longed to grab it! Though it was small and not up to a matured woman’s satisfaction, but it was hard and erect meat, which no married woman could ignore! Simultaneously I realized how much horny I had remained inside due to the “separation” from Vinay that I was even longing for my son’s young cock!
As I continued to breathe heavily and eyed his small but erect prick, I could perceive my internal inclination to get close to my son’s body! And, just then an idea clicked in my mind!
Me: Ram... umm... ek baat bata... kal tun-e Chacha-ji ko bola ke tu k-a-y-i b-a-a-r dekha hai ke tere papa ko mujhe gale lagate hua... kitni bar dekha hai re tu tere papa ko aise karte huye?
Ram: Recent times mei to nehi Mummy... par bhai (=Harpal) aane se pehle to zaroor dekha hoon...
Me: Par aisa kya dekha hai ke tu Chacha-ji ko bolne gaya!
Ram: Sir ko to jhoot nehi bol sakta naa Mummy... Tum hi bolo!
Me: Nehi... wo baat to thik hai... par... ek-adh bar gale lagane to aam baat hai Beta!
Ram: Kya Mummy.. tum shayad bhool gayi... mai uss room mei padhta tha... tum mere samne baithi rehti thi.... aur papa kaam se wapas aake mujhe poochte the ke college mei aj kya hua... aur tumhare paas aate the...baat karte karte tumhe gale lagate the... tumhare gaal pe kiss karte the... tum bhi wapas kiss karti thi... bhool gayi?
As Ram vividly described my hay days and I tried to visualize those days, I could unmistakably sense a plus in my sensuous excitement and naturally a greater urge to get physically close to my son!
Me: Haa..Nehi... err... mera matlab... tere papa kya sirf mujhe gale lagate the? Wo to tujhe bhi kiss karte the, gale lagate the...
Ram: Wo mai kab inkaar kiya Mummy!
Me (smiling): Par tumhe zyada pyar karte the Papa... tumhe gale lagale sift gaal pe nehi... chori chori hoth bhi chumte the... mai dekha hoon!
I blushed; though at that time we thought Ram was not noticing the details of our intimacy!
Ram: Aur Mummy... Papa to tumhare mamme bhi bar bar dabate the...mai dekha hoon...
Me (smiling as well as heavily blushing): Aur kuch?
Ram: Haa... aur tum jab apne aap ko Papa se chhudake bistar se utarti thi... wo tumhare gaan.. err... mera matlab... tumhari nitamb bhi dabate the aur tum jab kitchen chali jati thi to waha to ek-ek din tumhe godd mei bhi lete the!
Me: Dhat! Kya kya bol raha hai! Tu to yaha padhta tha! Tu kaise dekha?
I was now terribly embarrassed hearing all the details of our intimate moments from my son!
Ram: Kya Mummy... tum bhi naa... kitchen to dikhta hai yaha se aur upar se tum itni uff-aff karti thi to mera dhyan to udhar chala hi jata tha naa!
Me: Hmm... samjha!
Ram: Par ye bhi to bolo Mummy... ketab thik se dekha tha... iss liye jake aj ye lessons padhne mei madat hua mera!
Me: Okay okay... ek number ki chalu puria! Bahut bol liya! (I paused a little) okay... let me check then... kitna dekha tha tab... aur kitna sikha hai aj...
Ram looked puzzled for a moment at my comment; he was unable to read my next naughty move.
Me: Le-ta hoon tera ek practical class... abhi pata chal jayega!
Ram: Practical class...? On what Mummy? Accessory reproductive organs ke upar? Lips? Breasts?
Me: Err... Umm... Ha! Ye bhi keh sakta hai tu... Lips aur breasts... Hmm... Chal bata... lips ke function kya hai?
Ram seemed more enthusiastic now (his eyes sparkled and as if his dick stretched out more) probably anticipating that he could get more close to my body than he probably anticipated!
Ram: Kissing, smooching aur sucking.
Me: Cha... karke dikha! Bahut bol raha tha... papa ko ye karte hua dekha... wo karte hua dekha... abhi doodh ka doodh aur pani ka pani ho jayega!
As I spoke my voice trembled because I was all set now to get fully physical with my grownup son! I was in fact openly offering him to kiss my lips!
I looked momentarily at the closed door of the room and then turned to the baby who was still sleeping and all seemed to be set for me to go ahead!
Me (in a whispering tone): R-a-m... thoda paas aa!
I casually pulled Ram by holding his naked dangling dick which was poking out sexily out of his half-pant. He came closer within a foot of my body and since he was quite tall and almost my height, he probably felt shy and could not meet my eyes; he looked down. But I noted instantly that he was not looking at the floor but was rather eyeing my firm prominent boobs! As he was tall, naturally he was getting an extremely sexy bird’s eye view of my big-sized breasts under the cover of my nighty with my wheat-colored cleavage generously exposed for him and due to my internal heat, my nipples had also turned erect and bigger in size that normal and must have been traceable to Ram through the sheer fabric of my pink nighty.
As soon as my warm palm grasped his small naked cock, I could feel it was getting tauter, which was but natural! Ram breathed heavier, noticeably, and I noted that he licked his lips as they were unsurprisingly getting drier with me getting closer to him.
Me: Ky ahua Ram? Wait kiska kar raha hai? Practical karna hai ke nehi?
Ram: Ji, ji... Mummy! Err... Mummy... mera matlab... gaal pe karu?
Me: Loh! Khud hi bol raha hai... lips.... ab ye gaal kaha se aa gaya!
Ram: O... okay Mummy... err... mera matlab... (he was fumbling on every word) err...mai to tumhe... mera matlab... mai to tumhe.hotho pe pehle kabhi kiss nehi kiya naa iss liye...
I could understand Ram’s hesitation to kiss me directly on my lips, but my horniness and internal frustration were probably overriding all bindings of decency!
Me: Are buddhu! Fark kya hai? Tu to mujhe sau baar gaal pe kiss kiya hai... college jane se pehle... college se wapas aake... raat ko good night bolne ke samay... waise hi hoth pe kar.. bas!
Ram: Err... o... okay Mummy par... err... mera matlab...
Me: Kya? Bol na!
Ram: Err... Mummy.... what I am saying is... I mean... ek bar gaal pe rehearsal kar loon?
I could not just stop smiling at my son’s hesitation, his young age and immaturity was speaking for itself.
Me: Okay baba... thik hai... chal gaal pe hi kiss kar!
Ram giggled and nodded.
Me: Par waise machine ki tarah nehi... pehle mere bahon ko pakad...
Ram hesitatingly held my arms with his hands and now he was in a perfect position at my front to hug and kiss me.
Me: Ha... perfect! Like that...aur ab thoda aur paas aa...
I just wanted to ensure that my firm round breasts started touching and pressing his flat little chest.
Me: Okay... ab kar...
I closed my eyes so that it was easier for Ram to kiss me like a male partner. I could sense Ram slowly advanced his mouth towards my face. I could perceive his warm quick breaths striking my face as he closed on my left cheek. I just pushed my heavy jiggling boobies so that they press adequately on his body to make things more ardent. It naturally worked for my son like any other male. His warm dry lips touched my smooth left cheek, his nose pushed on my soft cheek flesh, and he slowly started kissed me all over my cheek.
Though it was nothing new for me, innumerable times my son had kissed my cheeks, but today it was definitely different – the posture and the passion made it poles apart from all of the previous mother-son kisses. As I was still holding on to his nanga khada lund, naturally things heated up quickly. I could easily sense his fast heartbeats bumping onto my dense mammaries as he pressed and bent upon my body to get more and more feel of my sexy bra-less mammaries. I could perceive that Ram was grabbing my arms stronger as he continued to brush and press his lips on my smooth fleshy cheeks. Naturally my grip on his naked cock as I got kissed was also getting tighter!
Me (opening my eyes): Hua tera rehearsal?
Ram giggled and just nodded.
Me: Ab hotho ko kiss kar!
I closed my eyes so that it was easier for him to gather the courage to kiss his mother on her lips! His warm breaths were continuously striking my nose, cheeks and chin, but his lips were yet to touch mine. Ram probably was inspecting and admiring the beauty of my pink fleshy lips. I blushed within myself thinking of that and just then felt Ram’s thin lips closing on mine! He was a complete tyro in lip kissing and just pressed his lips on my full lips and echoed the kissing sound and removed his lips.
Me (obviously irritated): Ye kya hua?
Ram: Kiyu Mummy... I kissed your li... lips!
Me: Ye kis kism ka kiss hai Ram? Sirf apne lips mere lips pe dabana! Bas!
Ram was still extremely close to my body; he was holding my arms and my breasts were also pressing lightly on his chest and I was still holding onto his erect tight cock. I wondered how long could he hold his juices and aisa na ho ke my son shags in my hands!
Ram: O... ha ha! Iss liye Sir bole the ke kissing and sucking though different terms go together...Right! Right!
So saying, not giving me any chance to react or reply, he just closed on his lips on my half-open lips and started gently sucking my lower lip!
Me: Are.... wait... Umm... Umm....
I was not at all prepared for this, but honestly did not felt bad as I found my lower lip being eagerly sucked by Ram. I was being lip-locked after such a long time! Though the fact remained that Ram was extremely nervous and scratchy in his kissing, still I felt as if I was at the seventh heaven! He was sucking my wet lower lip and must have been enjoying the sweet juice of my lips to the hilt as I found his body pressing more and more on my chest trying to extract the sensuous feel of my bra-less tight tits under my nighty. I was longing to be kissed harder and hence gripped his cock tighter so that Ram was forced to chew on my lower lip. As I gently exerted additional pressure on his naked cock through my palm and fingers, results started to show immediately!
Ram’s hormones started to flow and he started to gnaw my lower lip with his lips. I also supported him my closing my wet upper lip on his lips and moistened his lips with my tongue making a perfect lip-lock!
The experience was just awesome and seemed to be endless!
My eyes remained closed but it was Ram who terminated the kiss as he must have been in utter discomfort being too much turned on as I was continuously massaging his naked dick. He obviously liked it but did not want to get into a situation where it becomes impossible for him to hold onto his juices. Hence he gently pushed my hand off of his naked cock and took some deep breaths to keep his calm.
Ram: Mummy... was it okay this time?
Me: Hmm... good ...Ram Beta... it was good.... (I almost whispered)
Ram: Thank you Mummy... (shyly) err... Mummy... I mean... your lips are very soft and sweet...
Since Ram was almost hugging me during the kiss and unsurprisingly I was breathing quite faster, my nighty had slipped down a bit off my shoulder towards the front and now more of my sexy cleavage and boob flesh was exposed to my son and I noted that Ram was also eyeing that.
Me: To aage se kya kiss karke college jayega? (I looked naughtily at him) Gaal ya hoth?
He smiled looked shyly at the floor and the answer was naturally very clear!
Me: Good... Par ek cheez ka dhyan rakhna Beta...
Ram: Kya Mummy?
Me: Ye sabke samne nehi karna... aur kisi ko bhi batana nehi.. and I want you to promise that!
Ram: Promise Mummy....promise.
Me: Good... and since you promised me... I can allow you a gift.
Though Ram was young but he was matured enough to gather what I wanted to offer!
Ram: Can I err... Mummy... can I kiss you again?
Me: Neki aur pooch pooch! (I murmured within myself) Zaroor! (loudly)
Ram did not wait a moment and again gripped my arms and this time he seemed more confident and grabbed my arms up, in fact above my elbows almost near my armpits! This actually paved way for him to create more pressure on my figure and my round fleshy ass got more and more pressed against the bedside as he bent upon my body to kiss me again. I could immediately taste his salty saliva as he started sucking my lower lip, this time from the very beginning taking it fully inside his mouth!
My breathing was getting faster and faster - not only due to my lip-lock, but as I sensed Ram was extending his fingers (holding my arms) onto the sides of my dense breasts also! My nipples immediately got hard as I felt male hands on my tits! Though apparently it did not seem very deliberate because the place he was holding my arms were just adjacent to my bust-line, but Ram could not fool a matured married woman like me about his naughty advances!
But honestly the sensation was t-o-o much for me because Ram’s thin fingertips pressing the sides of my boobs made me feel extremely elated, more so because simultaneously I was being kissed and I was also holding onto his nanga khada lund! Ram kissed me harder as he sucked out the last drop of my lip’s sweet juice and by this time he was also pressing his legs on my warm rotund thighs over my dress. I also kissed him in return sucking his salty lips adequately which must have given him extreme full satisfaction.
When we terminated the lip-lock and looked at each other, our faces turned red in natural shame probably considering our relation!
Me: Relation jaye bhad mei! (I murmured within myself)
I was thirstier now and wanted more, and more!
Ram: Thank you Mummy for your gift... it ... it was very, very nice!
Me (panting and moaning): Aaaaaaaah... Ummmmmmmm... yes...
I took a few seconds to gather myself.
Me: Ek baat bata Ram...
Ram: Kya Mummy!
Me: Ye jo tu itni badi badi baat kar raha tha kuch der pehle... mai ye dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... mai wo dekha hoon Papa ko karte huye... kitchen mei ye dekha hoon... etc etc.
Ram: Ha Mummy... dekha to hoon!
Me: Wohi to keh raha hoon! Uska kuch namuna main dekhna chahta hoon!
Ram: Wo to aap dekh chuke Mummy... Papa to aap ko hi gale lagate the!
Me: Nehi nehi, wo to thik hai... par mujhe lagta hai... jab tere Papa mujhe pyar jatate the... tera ankh chubhta tha...
Ram smiled shyly again – still his eyes were roving on my bust-line and he was as if licking my exposed sexy cleavage with his thirsty eyes. I just noted that since my nipples were now fully erect and standing on my boob surface, Ram was probably eyeing them more and was craving to press and twist them!
Ram: Nehi nehi Mummy... aisi baat nehi hai...
Me: To phir kaisi baat hai Ram? Ye jo tu kal se keh raha hai... even Chacha-ji ke samne bhi kal tu kaha... k-a-y-i baar dekha hoon Papa ko tumhe gale lagate huye... (I paused and looked at his eyes directly) ...to ek-adh namuna to dikha mujhe!
Ram (a bit surprised probably at my open and direct demand): Namuna?
Me: Yes... tere Papa jo mujhe karte the... wohi! Dekhe to sahi kitna dekha hai tu!
Ram (smiling, realizing probably what his thirsty mother desired): Oh! Is mei kaun si badi baat hai Mummy! Abhi pesh karta hoon! Par... par .... uske liye tumhe thoda bistar pe baithna padhega...
Me: Jaise pehle hota tha... ke tu padhai karta tha aur mai tere samne baithti thi?
Ram: Ji...ji!
Me (smiling and appreciating young Ram’s matured approach): Hmm...
Ram: Aur phir Papa tumhare peeche se uss darwaze se aate the...
Me: Right!
The fact remained that it was getting increasing cumbersome for me to stand like in my elation after that back to back kisses. I could feel an urge to part my legs and open my pussy more and more, hence the proposal of sitting on the bed was a welcome option for me.
Ram: Take this copy Mummy... as if you are reading some magazine.
Me (again smiling): Good replication Ram...
I sat on the bed and took Ram’s lesson copy and leant forward significantly as if was reading the magazine as he suggested. I bent deliberately a bit more than required as I knew my nighty would create a sexy gap around my chest area providing unrestricted view of my heaving ample mammaries to Ram, who would stand behind me beside the bed.
Ram acted his father and went behind me and stood there as if entering from the door behind me. I was jolly well sure that he would be able to easily peep into my nighty over my shoulder and exactly that happened.
Ram: Okay Mummy… now I will act like Papa… ‘Kiyu Ram! How was college today?’
Ram could view the sexy bulge of my two naked boobs inside my nightly and since I was not wearing a brassiere he could see right down to my nipples! Though he was standing behind, the very thought made me feel tighter.
He himself responded!
Ram: ‘It was fine Papa… I had a class test and got 8 out of 10’.
He again acted both parties.
Ram: ‘Good Ram! Keep it up! And what is the news at home front? All okay?’
I couldn’t stop smiling the way he was acting for both himself and his father!
Ram: ‘Papa, you can ask Mummy about that… she had a squabble with sabji-wala uncle today’.
He now portrayed Vinay.
Ram: ‘Kiyu! Kya hua dear? Ye sab sabji-wale doodh-wale ki muh kiyu lagti ho!’
So saying Ram closed down on me. He was standing by the bedside and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He bent and bit towards me and circled his arms around my neck in a loving manner (just as my husband used to do). In the pretext naturally the front portion of his body touched and pressed on my peeth. And I could at once detect his prick standing tall inside his half-pant and was poking on my smooth back over my nighty. Since he was tall enough for a collegeboy, his whole body leaning against my back, his face was very near my face sideways, the feeling honestly was as if I was not held by a youngster, but my husband!
The very thought and Ram’s physical nearness made me feel tighter, my tits getting tauter, my thighs emitted as if more heat, my lips getting drier, and my pussy getting wetter and more slippery!
Ram: Are Mummy… tum bhi kich bolo reply mei…
I was honestly not in the mood of talking and was longing for more action.
Me: Tu hi bol de meri part…
Ram: Okay… (in a thinner voice imitating the female voice) ..’nehi ji… mera koi shawk nehi hai sabji-wale ki muh lagne ki… par wajan mei herapheri karega to bolunga naa...?’
Ram now started brushing his face on the sides of my face and his arms continued to encircle my neck. In fact his hands were provocatively dangling over my shoulder in front of my juicy boobs!
Ram: ‘Oho… ye to galat baat hai… sarasar cheating hai… tab to tum bilkul thik ki ho… meri rani!’
Pretending to be his father, Ram now kissed my right cheek though it was more of a licking rather than kissing! It was long and indeed excited me! I could feel his wet warm tongue licking my smooth chubby cheek giving me immense pleasure. I quickly removed my zulf over my face area so that he could get a more clear access to my face. Seeing that Ram kissed my left check also in the same manner – it was slow and more licking than just simply kissing my cheek! Ram indeed was picking up quickly what I wanted and I praised that in my mind with a sexy smile!
Ram: “Par meri rani… ye kya hua… yaha? (saying that he indicated to my earlobe (the soft area where women wear an earring) … lagta hai machhar kaat diya…’
I giggled and smiled appreciating Ram’s memory!
Ram: ‘... mai marham laga deta hoon meri rani.’
So saying he just slid his lips off my cheeks towards my ear and started kissing and sucking my earlobe!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh………Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm!
It was indeed such a quick acceleration for my elation once Ram pressed his warm lips on my ear! My personal secret was that I was heavily turned on if I was kissed on my ears and armpits and my husband knew that very well. Ram must have noted that when Vinay used to be close with me and today he was just imitating that, but for me it was like getting into cloud nice at one go!
I could not stop shuddering as Ram continued to kiss my ear, slowly but eternally…. His wet tongue moved about my small earlobe while his two warm lips pressed on my ear time and again giving me extreme exhilaration and goosebump all over my body! I breathed faster and was so turned on that I was compelled to turn my body a bit sideways so that my frontal body was more exposed to his hug. Seeing the opportunity and my compromised state Ram now shifted his hands which were encircling my neck and placed them on my backside (peeth). This action of Ram in fact opened the path for me for a face-to-face hug on bed with him! I removed my hands off his arms and embraced him with both hands pressing my big firm boobies on his chest. The feeling of my bra-less fleshy tits must have been superlative for him – to embrace a fully developed married woman in her 30s clad in a sheer nighty on bed must have made breathless for young Ram!
He just continued to suck and kiss my ear, rather both ears, one at a time, for another couple of minutes and then when he was entirely satisfied he removed his lips off my ears but by that time just like an adult male he had caressed my broad smooth peeth adequately over my dress with his hands starting from my shoulder sliding right down to my butt crevice!
Though Vinay used to kiss me in my ears at times in front of Ram, but since I got too much excited by that action I used to exit from the room in the pretext of preparing tea and Vinay followed me in the kitchen, but today I was in no mood to do anything like that but simply enjoyed my son’s actions on the bed and was craving for some more!
Me: Wah! (whispering) Tunne to kamala kar diya Ram… you copied your father so well!
Ram (gasping): Tha… tha… thank you mom….
His face was now quite close to my face – at a kissing distance – and I looked deep in his eyes. Ram probably felt shy and dropped his eyes. He was still embracing me with his hands on my peeth and my breasts were pressing on his chest.
Ram: Aur….aur ek cheez Papa often karte the…
Me (throwing away all shame and shyness): Wo bhi kar naa!
I knew jolly well what Ram was about to say; he was sure to mention breast fondling which Vinay habitually did even in front of Ram! And, honestly, I was feeling thirsty for that. The way I was excited now after being kissed on my lips and then on my ears by Ram, I desired some tight pressing on my taut boob flesh!
Ram: Jab bhi Papa tumhe kiss karte the… tumhare mamme bhi dabate the Mummy!
I pretended otherwise!
Me: Kahaa Ram! Jitna mujhe yaad hai… wo to peeche se aake mujhe thoda gale lagake tujhe bhi gale lagata tha… aur phir mai chaye banana chali jati thi… bas! Iss mei kab wo mere choochi dabate the?
Ram: Ha aisa bhi hota tha… par Mummy... bahut din ye bhi hua ke Papa ghar ke andar aaye aur bole ke ‘kya chal raha hai Ram’… aur mujhe ek kiss karke tumhare paas chale jate the aur timhe kiss karte the aur peeche se tumhare mamme dabate the….
Me (I had to be extremely shameless): Kaise?
Ram: Dikhayun?
Me: Dikha na!
Ram left me and took a few steps back. I quickly regained my sitting position and bent a little and loosened my nighty a bit in the front which thus created an adequate large gap at my chest area such that Ram could easily peep into my sexy naked mammaries inside my dress.
Ram: ‘Kya chal raha hai Ram’… ye bolke Papa mere paas aake phir tumhare paas jate the… thik?
Me: Phir?
Ram: Phir thoda jhuk ke tumhare shoulder pe apna muh rakhte the… aise…
So saying he came close and stood at my back and bent down and placed his chin on my shoulder.
