Bathroom Affair With Mom- Part 2

Mom’s lips were dangerously close to mine, while her hands rubbed my dick over my pants. I reached my hand up, slowly, reaching out for her tits. Our lips drew closer to each other, as if an invisible force was pushing us in each-others direction. My hand was almost on her boobs, and my lips almost on hers, when suddenly mom’s phone began to ring.

Mom stood up straight instantly like she had been hit by a jolt of lightning. She adjusted her pallu hastily and picked up the phone on the table. It was dad.

“Hello… yes… yes… no, he’s awake, he just had his breakfast… yes, tablets too… okay… I don’t think he’ll be able to go to college today, he still looks a little weak… yes… okay… bye…” I heard mom’s one sided conversation. The tension in her face while she was talking to dad washed away as soon as she kept the phone. She smiled at me.

A few minutes later I was in the bathroom stripped down to my underwear, while mom bathed me. It had been three days since I had taken a bath and mom insisted on washing me because I was too tired from the fever. I wasn’t.

Mom had hiked up her thin cotton saree, giving me a good view of her smooth dusky legs till her knees. Sitting on the little stool, I got glimpses of her thunder thighs every time she moved.

If I looked up, I could see her globules of humungous tits staring at me in the face. Mom had twisted her pallu into a thin strand, and had pushed it in the folds of her saree around her waist. The pallu was kept very clear of her navel, which was a treat in itself.

Mom was standing in front of me, washing my head and my shoulders. She scrubbed vigorously, and as I was about to lose my balance, I leaned forward and grabbed the first thing available- her leg. I didn’t let go immediately, instead, slowly hiked up my hands up, underneath her saree.

Mom giggled and clasped her legs together, restricting my access. “Naughty boy. Didn’t get enough last night?” she blurted out before looking away shyly. I didn’t know what she was talking about. I wasn’t sure my last night’s dream was a dream at all. I took my hands away and sat in silence as mom continued to wash me.

“Mom, what happened last night?” I asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, don’t YOU remember?” she said, “After all you did everything!”

“Everything?!” I was flabbergasted. “You mean… everything?”

Mom stopped scrubbing me almost instantly. “You don’t remember?”

“No mom. I mean, I had a dream… but I don’t remember much.” I replied.

“Oh…” mom put on a disappointed face. “Well, at least you had fun in your dreams, right?” she winked at me.

I just smiled at her sheepishly.

“Mom, did I… you know… what did I do to you exactly?” I asked her.

Mom just smiled at me naughtily and continued to scrub my back.

“When you said everything, did you mean…”

“Oh, god no!” mom looked shocked. “I mean, you did do everything you could do, but with our clothes were on.”

Good. I had only dry humped her.

“But to tell you the truth,” mom continued, “you did more with the clothes on than your father has done with the clothes off.” Mom gently began rubbing my shoulders, pressing her tits on to me.

It had been two years since dad had move to Gulf for his business, and I knew mom was feeling lonely. Last night’s antics must have triggered something in mom, I thought.

“Anyway” mom said, standing in front of me, pouring water to wash off the soap suds on my body. “It’s all in the past now. Don’t tell your dad about it. Don’t’ tell anyone about it” she said.

The water falling on my head did nothing to reduce the growing lusty heat in my body. I grabbed mom’s shapely waist, dragged her close and planted a deep smooch on her navel. Mom immediately dropped the mug in her hand and grabbed my strong shoulders for support. I continued to kiss her midriff, my hands making their way all over her body, squeezing her soft, shapely buttocks.

“Aaahhh….” Mom moaned, while gripping my hair tightly. My hands mad their way beneath her saree, and up her thighs. She didn’t protest this time. Not even when I grabbed the edges of her panty and started pulling them down.

I pushed mom a little so that her back was resting against the bathroom wall. I dove in underneath her saree and kissed the mound between her legs. It seemed like she had recently trimmed her pubes, her short prickly stubs were poking gently at my lips, arousing me even more.

Mom’s slit was dripping wet, and when I kissed her down there, my lips were coated in her love nectar within seconds. I kissed her pussy lips one last time before sliding my tongue deep inside her pussy hole. Mom let out a loud moan, and put one leg over my shoulder, giving me better access into her pussy. Mom pressed her leg into my back, and the edges of her sliver anklets (kangan) pressed deeply into my bare back skin. My hands went behind her and grabbed her bare ass tightly and pushed her torso into my face harder, and I was practically eating her out.

“Aaahh.. Akshay… slowly… ufffff… not so hard baby…” Mom begged me to slow down, but I increased my speed and intensity. Mom was pulling my hair harder, unable to take the pleasure and in no time her pussy lips tightened around my lips and she came wildly all over my face.

Mom let go of my hair slowly and the tightness in her body gave way to calmness. Mom was trying hard to catch her breath, while I was busy licking every last drop of her salty juices tha were dripping from her pussy.

Mom let out a small laugh and removed her leg from my shoulder. “Enough.” She said quietly and adjusted her saree as I pulled my head out from underneath her saree. Mom bent down to me and ruffled my hair lovingly. She took out the edge of pallu from her waist and wiped my wet face. “Idiot” she said and kissed my lips. I kissed her back. I slipped my tongue between mom’s sweet lips and she kept her teeth tightly shut.

“No…” she said, more to herself than to me, “No… leave me.” She pushed me away. “Let me finish bathing you, else you’ll get fever again.” She said and got back to bathing me. I removed my wet underwear and my monster cock sprang our like a spring loaded machine. My dick was still throbbing when I sat down on the stool, spreading my legs wide. That was the only place mom hadn’t washed yet.

Mom sat down on the floor comfortably, soaped her hand and started scrubbing my nether region. She started washing the area around my dick, then moved on to my pubes. She scrubbed thoroughly before moving on to my balls and my dick. The veins that snaked up my dick were filled with blood, nearly bursting out.

Mom was intently looking at my dick, as her hands gripped it tightly and moved up and down on the pretext of cleaning it. Soon, she was giving me a slow soapy handjob, with the thick lather acting as lube.

I picked up mom’s discarded underwear from the floor and sniffed it loudly. Mom looked up at me disgustingly, so I smooched her used underwear. “Aahhh mom… so tasty… ummaaa ummaaaaa” mom laughed and gripped my dick tighter for an instant before letting it go. She smiled at me and gave me a flying kiss.

I was very close to cumming and put my head back as the jizz built up in my shaft, ready to burst out of the little slit in my dick.

“Ahhhhh… mom, I’m cumming” I moaned as I shot out thick spurts of white, liquid cum all over mom’s face.

“Ufff…” mom moaned, I wasn’t sure if it was from lust or from disgust. Streaks of cum dripped down her cheeks and her lips. I wiped eth cum on her lips with my thump and forced it inside her lips. Mom wrinkled her nose when she swallowed. “Idiot” she slapped my chest lightly. Then she sucked on the small droplet of my cum on her finger lust fully. She had her eyes closed to keep the drips of cum falling into her eyes. “Give me that mug of water” she commanded me.

I picked up the mug of water and poured it over her head, wetting her body. “Hey!” mom let out a surprised screech. “What are you doing?!” she wiped her face, washing the cum away and looked at me in anger. I poured another mug of water on her and laughed at her. Mom couldn’t hold her anger any longer and she burst out laughing with me.

“Now look what you’ve done” mom said, standing up and adjusting her wet saree. I peeled off the saree from body, exposing her huge tits held together by a strained blouse. She wasn’t wearing any bra, and the blouse had turned translucent due to wetness, giving me a clear view of her dark brown areolas and her pointed nipples.

I pulled mom closer to me and started to kiss her tits wildly. “Hey! What are you doing?!” mom said, but slowly gave in and started to moan. The wetness of my saliva added to that of her already wet blouse.

I pulled off her saree haphazardly and I struggled to get rid of her skirt. Mom laughed at my predicament and helped get rid of her skirt and her blouse.

Mom was completely nude in front of me, except for her mangalsutra, a couple of gold bangles and her anklets. Mom put her hands on her hips and posed at me, biting her lower lip. “What are you looking at?” she said, seductively. My dick got rock hard and the thick purple head was pointing at the ceiling. “You are so sexy mom” I murmured to her.

I pushed mom against the wall and pounced on her again, kissing and chewing her lips. Mom responded back enthusiastically, holding my face and kissing me back. I started bucking my hips into mom’s waist, trying to find her hole. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts mom held my dick and guided it into her pussy.

Mom’s pussy was extremely wet and swallowed my whole dick in one push. “Aaahhh… Akshayyyy… slowly…” she said and gripped my shoulders for support. I stopped and steadied myself for a bit, and started pounding into her love hole like a mad dog.

Both of us were fucking each other in the bathroom pushed up against the wall, not caring that one small slip can bring us both crashing down on the slippery wet floor.

While my dick was busy filling mom’s cunt, my mouth was busy licking and sucking the bath water off her sexy body. “Aaasshhhhhh mom….” I would let out a moan every now and then.

“Ufff…. Akshayyy….” Mom would respond accordingly.

Soon, I felt the jizz build up in my balls. I held mom closer to me and started fucking her harder, deepening my thrusts into her pussy until I could hold it no longer and pumped my cum deep inside mom’s pussy.

Mom held me like that for a couple of minutes, gently caressing my hair and kissing my cheeks and forehead lovingly. My dick softened naturally and slipped out of mom’s pussy, draining a stream of our love juices on mom’s thighs.

Mom snaked a finger on her thigh, intercepting the overflowing juices and licked her finger. “Looks like we both have to take a bath again.” She said and laughed before bringing her lips close to mine.