A Dreamy Afternoon With My Rain Drenched Mother – Part 5

We woke up as we used to when in Mumbai the next day with mom’s head between my thighs. She had turned around and her groin was near my face. She was avidly sucking me. Not sucking really, because since that day when I rammed my cock past her throat, she was always careful to straighten her throat and keep a strait line path into her mouth so that if I got excited and rammed in again it wouldn’t hurt her. My cockhead was always past her throat and she had developed a technique of gurgling so that the ripples of her throat muscles stimulated my cockhead. I could take charge anytime I wanted and ram in deeper and fuck her throat so that I could, as I loved to, ejaculate straight into her stomach. That was the position she was in this morning.

With her juicy cunt in the vicinity of my face, I could not but help turn my head and look at it. We had been fucking, sucking, licking, fingering each other for quite some time now, but we haven’t been looking much. I slowly opened her cuntlips with my fingers and peered inside. Her cuntlips were normally not visible since she preferred to keep her bushy pubic hair. So when her legs are closed all you saw was a small triangle of black hair. I opened the cuntlips and the glory of her cunt became visible. She had a small cunt, not a huge saggy one.

Here lips were pert and small. The clit was red and like a button and very visible. The insides of her cunt was pale pink and wet and slushy and turned blood red when she was fully aroused. A tiny pee hole was visible. The inner cuntlips were delicate and small like rose petals. And wonderfully, irrespective of what she has been doing, it smelt wonderful always.

I made my tongue pointed and inserted it into her cunt and started tongue fucking her. I really got carried away by the beauty of her cunt that I did my maneuver of ramming my cock past her throat. She was well prepared so the cock drove in easily. So now, rather than two men fucking her two holes, one man was fucking her two holes. My tongue fucking her cunt and my cock fucking her throat. She was the passive receiver.

I felt her cunt walls tremble and her flat belly go stiff and I knew she had orgasmed, but I kept going I brought her to three orgasms before spewing my semen in her stomach. Automatically we turned around and she got on top of me and guided my still hard cock into her slushy cunt and I continued to fuck her. For the second time that morning, I flooded her.

“I never knew a young man could flood me with so much semen in one day. There is less water and more semen in my body since yesterday”, she said later. “Even when we were newly married your dad hardly had so much semen to squirt around. Thats what meat eating does to you. Your balls have become much bigger too you know, and your cock feels fuller too”

“My wife will be a lucky woman Ma, not many men come trained so well in sexual techniques. It should blow her mind”

“Hmmm. Though we were very enthusiastic when we married, we were clumsy. Your dad is even now clumsy. I do need to guide his stub into me even today. He cannot find my hole. We are fucking as if we are a ballet team now, and I feel very satisfied” she said, her eyes closed.

Suddenly she sat up. “Wow! Isn’t today the day that I get to be sandwiched between two handsome guys?” she asked, her eyes gleaming, “What’s the time?” her eyes went to the clock and she relaxed. Its just 7. We have three more hours until Rahul arrives. You have any suggestions as to how to go about it?” she asked me.

“I am no expert Ma. What I suggest is we be totally honest as we two have been and avoid being coy. That interferes with pleasure. Also since he will be here for a small time, we do not beat around the bush much. We all understand our roles and realise that the threesome is set up purely to provide the maximum possible pleasure to all three of us. I also suggest we refrain from sex till then so that we are primed” I said. She fully agreed.

We both got out of bed and I went to my room and we brushed and washed and showered elaborately. When I came to the kitchen, I saw mom was fresh as a daisy, she had shampooed her hair and fragrant. She was wearing a white cotton saree with crimson flower patterns, and a crimson blouse. She was wearing light gold jewellery, in addition to her mangalsutra on a gold chain around her neck. Her saree was worn slightly low hip so that it just hid her navel. She looked like an angel and knowing that soon she would be fucking like a slut aroused me, but I controlled myself. She had put on a mild perfume and slight makeup. I gently kissed her on her lips and left it at that.

We had a simple breakfast of sandwiches and tea. And I sat down with the newspaper, while she busied herself with the cooking. Time passed, and Papa called once. Mom spoke curtly and gave short answers. “No he has gone out to meet some friends” she said looking at me. Apparently she was telling dad about me. “Call in the evening OK? I will be going out too” she said and put down the phone.

We decided that as far as sex is concerned, we would go all out with Rahul, but skip the Mangalsutra part and the meat. I didn’t want to shock him beyond a limit and some things had better remain within the walls of the home. So mom cooked a wholesome vegetarian meal for three.

At about five minutes to 10 the doorbell Rang and it was Rahul. He too was freshly shaved and bathed and was wearing jeans with a white cotton T Shirt. He looked very handsome indeed, and I hoped mom wouldn’t fall for him harder than she fell for me. He greeted mom with a smile and handed her a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. The clock struck 10 and the threesome was on its way.

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A Dreamy Afternoon With My Rain Drenched Mother – Part 5