Son brings out the slut in his Marathi mom

Hello everyone, I am Meena 55-year-old divorced busty Marathi mother. I live with my son Shiven, who is 31 and divorced. I am 5.2ft in height with a busty body of 36D-34-38. This story is about beginning my dead sex life at 55 and becoming a nymphomaniac. Let’s begin.

I was married at 19 and had my son at 24. It was a forceful marriage, but still, I got through it for so many years. Later, when my son got independent, he couldn’t see us fighting anymore, and we decided to get separated.

My son got married two years ago to his long-time girlfriend. But her parents disapproved of it. She eloped with him to get married but couldn’t get to terms with it and left my son. He was very depressed, and this was the time we came close.

I started spending more time with him, and he also liked it. I kissed him on the cheeks when he left for work, hugged him, etc. We had gotten pretty close as we were the only ones for each other. He made me join the yoga classes, and because of that, I had lost a lot of weight and toned my body more.

I like to be trendy, not like wearing jeans or anything. But yes, he would encourage me to wear full-length gowns and tight leggings with hip-cut kurtas showing my figure. I also loved it.

He masturbated in the bathroom when he went for a bath. I knew it but didn’t say anything. I cleaned the washbasin one day, and he was in the tub. He did not latch the door properly, and with my push, it opened up. He was so engrossed in his task that he did not realize it, but I saw his dick standing up.

He had a nice 7-inch long and 2.5-inch thick boner. I watched it for a couple of minutes. I was angry at first watching him do that. I felt disgusted. After that incident, I did not talk to him for four days, and he did not realize why. I could see he was confused.

After thinking from his point of view, I understood and let it go. But the image of his hard prick was not going away from my mind. We again got back to normal. But this incident brought us even closer. I started loving his presence and touch on me.

The monsoons had started, and even he had a break from work. We decided to make a short trip, and he planned to go to Goa! I had never gone to Goa in my life. But I never knew that city was where I would become a slut.

We reached Goa on Friday night. Since I was tired from the journey, we went and slept. The next day he rented a scooter and took me to places in Goa, the Calangute beach, temples, the churches, etc. I did not go in the waters that day, just enjoying a beach stroll.

I sat close to him, hugging him on the scooter, and roamed Goa wearing leggings and kurta like a mother. He asked me to wear a gown the next day as the dress looked old-fashioned. I wore my long gown over my matching bra and panty and headed out.

He took me to the beaches again, and we strolled across. He wanted to go the watersports, but since I did not show interest, he did not. He got bored but still kept taking me to places. In the evening, he took me to Aarambol beach. We walked the entire stretch of the beach.

The sun was going down, and we quietly settled on the hot sand, watching the sun go down. He kept his head on my shoulder, the waves were making noise, and no one was there on the beach. I felt a bit romantic in there.

Shiven: “Chhaan vatate na, chal na panyaat khelu.” (Feeling nice, right? Let us go and play in the water for some time.)

Me: “Nahi tu jaa, mi nahi yet. Sagli oli hoin me.” (No you go, I will be all wet)

He pestered me for a while, and then dropped his face. I felt bad for my boy, and I told him.

Me: “Are mi kahi kapde nahi anle, oli jhaali tar kasa chalel mag?” ( I haven’t brought extra clothes)

But it did not change his mood. I looked around, and there was no one. So to cheer my son up, I said, “Ok, let’s go.” He was overjoyed. He got up and removed his shirt.

I looked around again and removed my gown. I was standing in a bra and panty in front of him. He was lost looking at me like that. I snapped him out and said.

Me: “Chal aata lavkar.” (Let’s go now.)

That look from him made my pussy twitch. I felt nice about my body with that ogling from my son. We went into the waters and stood there first. The waves came to our knees. His shorts got wet.

Me: “Are shorts ka nahi kadhle, jaa kadhun ye.” (Remove your shorts.)

He hesitated, then I said, “Tyaat kay aahe, kay lajto majhya samor jaa kadhun ye.” (Why are you shy in front of me? Go, remove them.)

He was excited, looking at me. He removed his shorts and got into the waters in his underwear to hide his boner. We splashed water on each other. He then pushed me into the water. I came back and tried to push him too. But he was standing firm on the ground.

We got into a small wrestling kind of mode. Our bodies were rubbing against each other. We went on for 15 minutes, but then a big wave came, and we both fell into the water. I was on top of him. He was lying on his back and drenched. I felt his hard dick rub against me.

I sat on him and teased him. His dick was rock hard now, and I felt the whole length. It was rubbing over my crotch. It felt nice. I started moving my hip. My pussy was getting rubbed on his underwear over the dick. We both looked at each other.

I could see the lust in his eyes, which made my pussy leak seeing the excitement in a man’s eye. I got up, pulled his underwear, and his dick sprang up like a pole, long and hard. I spat on his dick, moved my panty and rubbed my naked pussy on his naked dick. We both were enjoying ourselves.

My pussy was wet after years after my menopause. The rubbing increased, and we both moved a little at one point. The dick went straight in my pussy!

Me: “Aaah!”

I let out a soft moan. We stayed like that. Our eyes met. A minute later, I started moving my hip two and fro. We both were moaning now.

Shiven: “Aaah!”

Our speed increased, and he started matching my movements. I bent forward, and we kissed. We were moving faster now, and I was riding hard. He opened my bra and pulled it off my hands. I was in seventh heaven. I started jumping on his dick. He held my boobs and pinched my nipples.

I could sense the pressure build-up. After 20 minutes of sensual fucking I had my orgasm. I collapsed on his chest and was breathing heavily. My panty and his underwear were soiled. It started raining, and the rains came down heavily. But he was not done yet. He was still hard.

We kissed each other in a sensual lip lock for 5 minutes. He pushed me on my back, pulled my panty out, removed his underwear and came on top of me. He started to fuck me slowly, inserting his full length in me and hitting my G-spot, licking my neck and one hand pinching my nipples.

Five minutes later, he started pounding me hard. I was in ecstasy. I was having the best sex of my life with my son on an open beach naked. I was enjoying it. These thoughts built the pressure in my pussy again. I could sense him coming to climax too. I held his butt and made him pound more.

Me: “Aaah! Thambu nako, karat raha. Jorat asach jorat kar, aah!” (Don’t stop, pound me harder. Keep doing it.)

We both fucked like rabbits for the next five minutes. He bit my boobs. I bit his shoulders, scratched his back, and then both had orgasms together. I made him cum in me. We both were catching our breath. He laid on me, and his dick was still in me.

I hugged him tightly, and so did he. We were naked on the beach. In the pouring rain, kissing each other like lovers.

Me: “Wow! kay have tu. Mala navhata mahit evdha chaan karto tu. Thank you.” ( Wow, you fuck so well, I never knew you could do sex so well.)

Shiven: “Hya mule tar tine mala sodla and nighun geli.” (That’s the reason she left me and went away.)

Me: “Mhanje? (Means?)

Shiven: “Sangto, par aadhi kapde ghalun nighuya.” (I’ll tell you. But first let’s wear our clothes and go.)

When I checked, my bra and panty were soiled. I couldn’t wear them. Shiven wore his shorts. My gown was also soiled. I had nothing to wear. He made me wear his t-shirt. It came to my mid-thighs, but my nipples were pointing. We went to a nearby tree

What happened next, I will tell in the next part.