Diary – My Son Made Me Topless Naked Model – Episode V

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(Chapter ON ROOF)

Suddenly my son holds my hand and pulled me from sofa. He also took all camera and apparatus and dressed up. He simply drags me to front veranda. I was stunned and ashamed of my semi nakedness. If any neighbor awoke at this moment they can see me. But I kept quite. He opened main door and stepped up on stairs to go to roof. We came to roof. February’s 4 am is almost dark night and chilly. I shivered with cold and shame. I, a traditional Bihari lady, standing in open terrace in skimpy bikini!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing!!!

I was silent. My son put me beside a flower pot in doggy position. He spread my legs and hands widely. My butt moved upward. He asked me to smile and starts photographing me, again between my legs and hands. Then he put one of my legs on flower pot. Zoom-click-zoom-click. He took my video in many poses. Like doggy & put both hands on butt. By this I balanced on my shoulder and cheek.

Then standing and slightly pulling down panties with both hands. Sitting in potty pose and he filmed from back and front. Standing on one leg and put another on railing and hold breasts with hand. Then moved hands straight up or back, forwarding breasts. Then balanced on sole & palm and lie on rough terrace floor and arched tummy up.

Then my son ordered me to lie on my tummy. By this I waved my legs. He goes back of me and ordered me to hold my toe with my hands. He ordered me to widen my legs. My thigh skin was rubbing with rough floor. He was not satisfied with my maximum stretch.

He widened me more and more. I was tearing from my ‘V’. 5minutes he filmed me in that position. My shivering body is making good movie. Then again I stand. By the order of my son I put my right hand inside my panty an cupped my ‘V’ and move left hand up. He filmed me by circumnavigating me. Then I spread legs wide and bend and put hands on floor. It widens & opened my arse considerably. Then I sit on railing hanging on leg down and another put on railing. Put my both hands back of neck and arched torso. Sky became orange. Sun is about to rise. Now my son too gets worried. He pulled me from terrace railing and we goes to stairway to get down. There too he put me in cemented railing of stair.

I start slipping on declining stair railing and my son starts filming me from back. I thudded at last point as there was a cemented block. My son moved front and filmed me. I was annoyed at his behavior, said- ‘Beta’ enough of photo. I thud with this. Pull me down. My tummy is paining. I am still in my periods, have you forgot?

My son pulled me down and we moved to my room. Room was dark but rising SUN faint ORANGE light is coming through ventilation. He massages “Zhandu Balm” on my tummy. I felt MINTY sensation of balm on my tummy. It gave me relief. I sang a song for my son-

“Mummy Diwani Hui Betaji Tere Liye. Mai Zhandu Balm Hui Betaji Tere Liye”

Suddenly from nowhere he gets a scissor. He put his both legs on my thighs and widens me. Due to his feet I was fixed. Then he put scissor on crotch of panty. I tried to get back but his legs failed me. I balanced myself on elbows. I asked softly-“What are you doing?

My son said – Ma your dress is too tight.

I said -So?

My son said ¬¬ – Ma I’ll trim your bikini more trendy!!

I pulled back my arse on bed and Shout- WHAT? It is already very skimpy. Remove this. I am scared. Seeing my angry face he removed scissor. Diary my son was very disappointed. He made a scornful worry face and went to sleep. Seeing his condition, again my soft motherly heart warmed for my son. Affection is like a nut within the shell which wants freedom. So I lay over him and said- ‘Beta’ I am sorry. Come on, let’s do it. Cut my panty’.

Within a second son got back. He was beaming. Stainless steel scissor shines in his hand.

I said- Trim my bikini from anywhere you want!!!! And I lay in front of him, spreading my legs.

My son again put his feet on my thighs and spread me little more. He insert scissor’s blade in panty, just beside my vagina’s right lip. Long CUT goes up to hem, making a parallel with crack lip. He cuts both sides of crotch of my panty. Making it just a strap over my crack. Now decent panty became a V string. Then he rolled me in doggy pose and cut the material over my buttock and exposes more butt flesh, leave only crack. Then he cuts round patches from the cups of bra and exposed 99 percent of my MAMMARY. He was about to cut material over nipple but I stopped him and somehow save my nipppee to pop out.

Diary, I said to my son- you embellished me superbly, now I’ll paint you. And I jumped on my son’s lips. I showered hundred and hundred bequest of kisses on my 19 years baby boy’s lips and cheeks. I painted all his face with my lipstick. His face glowed with my saliva coated lipstick. We hug each other and rolled many times on bed. Some time son was over me and some times I was over him. My chignon opened and hairs brushed our faces.

Every time when he was on top of me, he tries to PIN me down, but I foiled his attempts by showing him my soft pink tongue and turning him down. I don’t want to show that I am avoiding his love so every time I moved up, I showered my kisses and offered my succulent tongue to my son to savor. He catches my tongue with his lips and roughly sucked it. Our mouth merged with each other. Automatically my legs widen and without looking down my son understood this. His dong stood up inside boxer short and made a Hit on my ‘V’. I jumped and freed myself.Turmoil in bed does many naughty things. I was shocked to see that my forehead’s dot, Xeroxed a similar dot on son’s forehead. It was, wife made a ‘Tika’ on husband’s forehead. I looked in broken mirror, oh God, my ‘sindoor’ dot get distorted in shape. It is no more rounds but a big bright red smudge on my forehead. My looks appear like “a bride, just taken”. Shames of doing ‘dirty’ things with own son at dawn is killing me inside. Like a fish I turned down & I tried to flee. I drift in bed. But my son’s strong hands grabbed my both ankle and twisted me. I whirled in bed. He pulled me in his lap. I fly like a pigeon in my son’s lap.

I gave him a hard SLAP. Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. But mother inside me cried thinking such a hard slap on my cheek indeed induced pain in my baby boy’s palm. Ignoring my own pain and shame I took my son’s hand in my hand, kissed it asked-“‘Beta’ Lagi to Nahi”? (Son you get hurt?). Diary, hearing this from his sympathetic mother, my son shows false pain. He said- “Ma I get hurt. Oh ma why did you slap me? I did it because of Newton’s 3rd law. It was not my fault. My hand is paining now.

I fondly took son’s hands and put on my mammary. I said – oho, my little baby. Soothe your hands. My son beamed with joy. With juvenile manner he mauled my both mammary. I sigh and opened my mouth. He put his legs behind my back and firmly fixed me in his leg’s grip. My son’s cock is dying to get free from his boxer short and knocking over my ‘V’. Diary I can feel the hot blood flow in my son’s cock over my tattered panty.

Meanwhile my son also looked in mirror and saw the red smudge on his forehead- He said- Ma see what you have done.

I said- ‘Beta’ achey kaam ke liye daag lage to daag achha hai. (If stain is for good cause then stain is good————-actually it is tag line for surf™ excel’s advertisement) and I put my hands on his nape and stick out my pulpy tongue. Lots of saliva drooled out and flow to my cleavage. My son’s childish hands reached on my cleavage and he spread all of my saliva on my open flesh of breasts. With my surprise instead of sucking my pulpy tongue he starts lapping my saliva from my breasts. I made available more of my saliva by drooling.

Diary, my son is such a naughty boy that while lapping, his hands secretly reached behind me and un-snapped Velcro tape of bikini top. Bikini hangs with support of my nipples. So he trickily pull the ‘U’ shape metal ring from front and pulled it fully from my body. In a second, both breasts of mine exposed in front of my child like two flying pigeon. Now there is not even a tattered piece on my top.

To prevent him from seeing my melons in sunlight I tightly hug his head and pull near my breasts. My son’s mouth stuck in my cleavage. This didn’t dithered naughty boy and he continued his lapping. His hands reached at Velcro tape of my panty. I said with strong motherly voice- “No ‘Beta’ not that”. He stopped and we fell on bed, tightly hugging each other.
With my tattered panty we fall in sleep in each other’s arm at 5 am. As usual son put his mouth in my cleavage, making my left breast as his pillow. I wondered how he is breathing. I somehow manage a pad to insert and my nightie to cover us. Our body interlace with each other.

PS: Reader here is the end of my mother’s diary. Now I will continue narration in Long Dong King

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