A Night Of Forbidden Passion – Part 4

I lay there, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of an intense orgasm, my cum still dripping from my mom’s pussy. Her reassurance about the impossibility of pregnancy due to her age and menopause calmed my initial worries.

As I relaxed, my dick, once throbbing with passion, began to soften, slowly retreating from the warmth of her intimate embrace. The mix of our juices glistened on my now semi-erect shaft, a testament to our passionate encounter.

Mom, ever so sensual, got up, her dusky skin glowing in the dimly lit room. She gracefully cleaned the evidence of our passion from the floor and her body, ensuring our secret remained just between us. Her dark nipples, standing erect, caught my gaze, and I couldn’t help but feel a stir in my loins. She noticed my renewed interest and a mischievous smile played on her lips.

“You liked it, didn’t you, Abhi?” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. I nodded, too shy to speak, but my eyes spoke volumes. I had never imagined my mom, a woman I knew as a mother, could be so sexually captivating.

She kneeled by the bed, her eyes fixed on my cock, which was slowly responding to her attention. “Let me take care of this, my boy,” she said, her fingers gently caressing my length. I felt a mix of pleasure and discomfort as she tugged at my foreskin, her touch both tender and teasing. The sensation was new and exciting, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Mom’s hands were skilled, and she knew just how to please a man. She gently stroked my cock, her fingers exploring every inch, causing it to swell and harden. Her touch was firm yet gentle, and I could feel my desire building up once more. As she jerked me off, her dusky cleavage came into view, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her.

“Touch them, Abhi,” she whispered, guiding my hand to her breasts. I hesitantly cupped her soft, round mounds, feeling the weight of her 36C breasts in my palms. Her nipples, like dark berries, beckoned me, and I leaned in, my mouth watering. I took one erect nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and was rewarded with a soft moan from mom.

“That’s it, my boy,” she encouraged, her voice husky with desire. “Suck on them, make me feel good.”

I obeyed, moving from one nipple to the other, my tongue flicking and suckling, while her hand continued its magic on my cock. The combination of her handjob and my exploration of her breasts was driving me wild. I could feel her body trembling slightly, and I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Mom then positioned herself on the bed, pulling me onto her lap. My dick, now fully erect, stood proudly, pointing towards her face. She leaned in, her breath hot against my sensitive skin, and took me into her warm mouth. I gasped as her lips and tongue enveloped me, her suction causing a wave of pleasure to course through my body. She sucked gently at first, then with increasing passion, her head bobbing up and down, her hand stroking the base of my shaft.

“You taste so good, Abhi,” she murmured between breaths. “So young and fresh.”

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I found myself thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth gently. Mom’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at me, her mouth still working its magic. She reached up and guided my hand to her other breast, encouraging me to continue the sweet torture.

As I sucked and caressed her, my mom’s moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she took me deeper with each thrust, her tongue swirling around my sensitive head. I felt my balls tightening, a sure sign that I was close to the edge again.

“I am going to cum, Mom,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Mmm,” she hummed around my cock, her mouth never leaving my shaft. “Give it to me, Abhi. Fill my mouth with your young seed.”

Her words sent me over the edge, and I erupted into her mouth, my cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, milking my cock with her mouth and hand until I was spent. I collapsed onto her, my breath ragged, my body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.

Mom held me close, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands stroking my back. “That was incredible, Abhi,” she said, her voice soft and satisfied. “You have a wonderful gift, my dear.”

I smiled, my face buried in her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of sex and the familiar fragrance of my mother. “Thank you, Mom,” I whispered. “I never knew it could be like this.”

She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “There’s so much more to discover, my boy. And I plan on showing you every pleasure imaginable.”

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, the fire in the lodge crackled, providing the only sound in the silent night. I felt a sense of peace, despite the taboo nature of our encounter. Mom’s warmth and sensuality had awakened desires I never knew existed, and I was eager to explore this new, forbidden world with her.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change my perception of love, lust, and the boundaries of desire. The blizzard outside continued to rage, but inside the lodge, a different kind of storm was brewing, one of passion, pleasure, and secrets that would forever mark my coming of age.

Part 5 will follow soon. So, enjoy.

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