Horny Masi

‘How are you, beta. How was your sleep. Are you enjoying this new place of our posting. How is it and are you enjoying really. Is there something which I could do for you ?’ she asked in a sweet motherly cautious tone.
‘oh maasima, it’s so perfectly well. I had a sound sleep. I am enjoying myself.’ I tried to interact with her trying hard to fight my inhibitions.

‘you look a little nervous. I hope I am not the cause of it’ quipped maasi in a seductive voice.

‘no , no , I am fine’ I regained control of myself.

‘so tell me , why were you naughty yesterday?’ she said as she looked up right into my eyes and her gaze pierced my soul and this time she didn’t have any smile on her face but the somber face of an elder. I was dumbfounded and failed to find an answer to her question. What could I say. Somehow , I stammered,
‘I am sorry maasimaa. I crossed the limits. I am truly sorry ‘

‘No , no , son . Its not that. Don’t apologise for anything wrong that you haven’t committed. I was just curious to know how do you feel about me. Where were you looking at, yesterday’, she added smiling a bit.
‘I am sorry maasimaan. I didn’t mean to..umm..i m sorry. It was just a passing glance. I wasn’t looking anywhere’ I was struggled to find an answer.

‘ See beta, Saurabh, you are a grown up boy now. Aren’t you. You must be 16. I can understand your hormonal rush and your urges. Don’t lie to me. Don’t be afraid. Come near me. Speak without fear. There is nothing to hide I won’t tell anything to your parents.’, she came up close to me and with her hand grabbed my wrist and gently pulled it to her. I moved slowly on the bed towards her and I could feel that once again her neckline was revealing more than desirable. I could feel without looking at it directly, I saw through the corner of my eye that her yellow nightie shone in that satin and it was bordered with lace. It was 10 O clock in the morning and the radiant morning light fell on her soft supple skin and shone.The nightie spread to its length from her neck with a pattern of multi coloured triplets of flowers printed all over. The small and numerous flowers on the soft cloth added a superb sexiness to it.

I was amazed how she was wearing it in front of me when it could have been used only for strictly private purposes..The neckline was plunging and one could make out her chuchies as soon as one saw the nightie. She muttered slowly,’ tell me, Saurabh, what were you looking at’.

Now that was too much for me. I flushed all over. I had never been so close to a woman. What was she trying to do.?Was she trying to seduce me. I wanted to pounce over her and maul her titties like a dog but then I needed to be sure. What if , all this was a trap and she was leading me to a spot where I would confess my crime and she would tell it later to my parents. I had to be watchful. I was still the kid I was. I uttered in a slow whisper,’ I was looking at your…at your…front ‘, I completed the sentence with utter difficulty. I could feel Goosebumps all over me.

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‘ what front ! ‘ she pounced over my sentence as soon as I completed it. She was still sitting close to me and her nightie as usual was showing much more than it was hiding. Her face regained its colour and she smiled again, ‘ Saurabh, don’t you have a word for it. Tell me , what were you looking at’ she slid near me further on the bed.
I was so hot all over. My cock had got the blood it needed and it was rising inside my underwear. I gathered a lot of confidence, looked at her chuchies while she was looking at me and uttered,’..they are called breasts , maasimaa’

‘No no in hindi, tell me’ she asked teasingly.

‘maasimaa, eh….i mmm…mean ..they are called ‘..chu…chu..chuchy’ ‘ I was breathing with difficulty now. My head was spinning feebly.

‘I am observing that you are getting nervous all the time. Why son, what’s the reason. Come here. I am like your mother. So what I have not given you birth. Feel completely frank with me. Bring your hand here.’ And she touched my hand from above and then slowly ensconced my palm in her soft velvety hands. ‘ You have got nice firm hands’ she added and smiled again. ‘ come on tell me what else they are called ‘ do you like them’
‘maasima, you certainly are my mother. I respect you as my mother. Maasima, they are also called ‘mamme’ , ‘chuchey’,’boobs, ‘knockers’ and tits…maasima , I am sorry..please don’t embarrass me so much..maasi…ma..mm..aah ‘ and I could not hold and started weeping. Suddenly all my horniness was overcome with my nervousness and I started crying that she was testing me and will tell all this to my parents.

She brought her hands to my face and started to wipe my tears. She said,’ I never knew that I was hurting you. I was just enjoying some plain harmless fun. Oh , my loving bhanja, you are so sensitive..’ and she hugged me to her bosom. I felt her chuchies digging into my chest and I had forgotten everything. I was normal within no time. Once again, the surge of blood in my cock caused it to swell. I took my hands to her back and rested them on her shoulders. She just slightly massaged my back and drew away. I was left in the pangs of lust as she withdrew her wonderful chuchies away from my chest.

‘Don’t worry son . It’s all fine. So ..you are normal, all right…I see, now that your face is lit again, do you like my chuchies..mm..mamme or titties , if you like’ and she smiled her mysterious charm again.

‘I..I…what do I say maasima…I ..like your chuchy’ I said and suddenly I sensed that I had an upper hand. I jumped at the oppurtunity and confidently blurted out,’…but how can I say anything , I haven’t seen them’
‘naughty’, she said and gently tapped on my cheek,’ so my baby likes mamma’s chuchies.He wants to look at them. I shall show you , but , tell me , what will you do with them, you naughty boy’ she winked as she said this. It was getting too much for me . My masi was openly hinting me at something fishy going on inside her mind. I could see it all yet I was nervous. I was not prepared for this kind of situation at 16 years of age when I had been brought up at a boys hostel and this stuff was what dreams and fantasies are made of. I regained my hold and held her hand and said,’

‘ What shall I do with them..maasima, I don’t know, I am just a curious child. I have never seen any woman in those parts. I don’t know what to say unless I see them’ I said and I could sense that I was in for a treat. My lucky stars had gathered up in the sky as she bent forward a bit and said,

‘look here ! boy..

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On the bed, right in front of my eyes, maasi bent further and revealed her chuchies to me in her nighty. She bent forward and her nightie was pushed to the front and I could see her magnificent globes in all her glory. She was not wearing any bra, as I had anticipated, and her huge humongous tits peeked from the inside. They were hanging upside down and they looked soft as a cosco ball. I was wondering what was happening when she took my attention away and said,

‘ How do you feel, my son. I see that now all your nervousness is gone. Come here. Tell me what you want to do know. Do you want to touch them. Tell me , my son, I am like your mother. Won’t my sweet and indulgent son tell his mommy what he wants to do with his maasimaa’s chuchies’

‘….yes…yes…ma…I want to touch them…I so much want to touch your fiery globes , maasima…’ I could barely utter as my cock had swollen with lust. She was very close to me and her breath was hitting my face. she took my hand to her left breast from over her nightie and left it on its own accord. Though I was holding her round boob over her satiny nighty but still I could feel its full shape and the taut nipple in the center of it. The moment I touched it, uncontrollable sparks of passion burst inside me and my cock felt like it would ejaculate any moment. But, my brain was working rapidly and I again sensed an opportunity here. I wanted to play the passive hand here. I just kept my hand there and did not press her boob, the way she was expecting me to. She took her hand atop my hand and squeezed it. She pressed it again. She too was getting hot now. Her face started to turn a bit of red. She said,

‘ O ! my God . My son, do you like that. You must be thinking that what has gotton over this crazy mid aged woman. I am tamed by my passion . I have forgotton the difference between a young child and a mature son. I am really sorry . But, I think I can have this harmless fun. You will rank me as a wanton woman. I know , son, but don’t you worry, its between you and me. Do you want to go on and feel me further son. I see your shy smile. Come here, take mu other chuchy in your firm hands. Just squeeze them lightly. They need your cushions. Do it, beta’ She said and she placed both my hands on her chuchies over her flowery nighty and squeezed them.
‘ Maasima, I have never experienced this before . Please can I feel them from the inside. Can I touch them and press them without your nighty. Please me I want to feel them nude in my hands’ I said as I caressed those mounds with my fingers over the satin.

As if struck by the weight of the words , maasi replied, ‘ sure son !’. She instantly flew her nightie away and now she was nude in front of me only in her satin panties, yellow and flowered , matching with her drawn out nightie. She was marble white in her complexion. He had a little flat in her midriff region which all middle aged indian women have. Her ass was heavy but rest of her body was an absolute delight. Her face was like a fairy. So innocent and so pure. Her breasts were in complete contrast with her face. They were huge, voluptuous and hanging outwards. They were not perfectly round but like the shape of Indian mango. I just squeezed them lightly and she squirmed in delight.

My hands rested on her fleshy cushions and I was kneading them gently enjoying every single press of those wonderful mounds. They were so round and at that moment they were the center of my existence. I was gently flipping my finger over her nipples. We were sitting on the bed. She drew closer. The bed was not a regular bed but it was a space made over different boxes. Our legs were in the air. She lifted her hands and let them rest on my shoulders. She was moaning all the while,

‘ Beta..uuuuuuhh..beta…ooooh….beta…touch me gently.. you sure know how to treat a woman…

mmmmmmm…aaah…beta..why don’t you remove your shirt’ she moaned in a whisper and I quickly unbuttoned my shirt. I quickly removed my shirt and the vest came off with it. Her eyes lit up. Her beautiful face lustily looked at my teenage body. I had a few hair on my chest. She brought her hand forward and ran her hands on my chest. ‘ beta..aa beta…meri chuchy se lag jaa..aa…mere laal..apni maa ke seene main aaram de’. I took her in my embrace. Her beautiful yellow laced satin panty was the only thing concealing her nakedness and I had my jeans underneath.She pointed to my jeans and said,’ beta, yeh bhi utaar de’ I quickly removed my jeans and removed my underwear with it.

I was stark naked now she had her wonderful flowery panty on her. She took my hands and rested on her waist and seductively smiled, ‘ beta , I have always lusted after young boys. I wish I had a son like you and I would have mated all day with him. You are my son now. Please call me mother from now on. Beta, your mother is hungry for your love. Take your hands down slowly from my waist and remove my panties.’

My hands massaged her slick waist before touching her bewitching bellybutton. She had gathered just the adequate amount of fat there to make it look kinky. My hands were soon over her panty. I gave a tap on her pussy from her panties. She squirmed in delight,’ ah ! mera beta, mera raja beta…aaaa…aa beta , ghar wapis aa. Meri chuchy aur phudi tera rasta dekh rahin hai…aaa..mmm…my son.’ I tapped again and she suddenly turned up and smooched me,’ o my god, oh beta…this is your mummi’s sacred spot. Knock me there, my lover. Oh my son, you have just tapped my womanhood and the answer is yes, my son , ravage me. Be my stud ! take me’, and she flew back on the bed with her legs spread out and her panty daintily hung below her midriff while its yellow satin shining shyly over the whiteness oh her fleshy thighs.

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I kissed her soft feet and then took her toe in my mouth and sucked it good and felt my cock rising. Then I licked her buttery calves while my hands reached out further to massage her forbidden thighs. She had absolutely no hair on her body. Then I reached up and kissed and licked her thighs amply till they had my saliva all over them. She was moaning in ecstasy when I reached her pussy which still had the panty on. I turned it to a side and made her gloryhole kiss the fresh air. Then I kissed it, smooched it like I would kiss my mother, moved away from it , smooched it again , put my tongue in it, slowly stroked it before taking her labia out and sucking them intensely. This was too much for her and she cried in ecstasy,

‘ Ah ! mmmmmmmmmm…..son..my baby, my child…uuuhh yeaah. ..my son , you will make your mother crazy. Do you like what you see.. kiss son. Kiss it hard..nice and long. Show this little hole its place. But stup !..This is your mother’s pussy. Her most sacred place. A son is never supposed to her his mother’s pussy. This is a sin , rinku. You have violated your birthplace with your mouth. You must fill me and take me completely son. And yes, please talk dirty to me.i want to be your real filthy immoral mommy.’

Sensing her heat I started teasing her pussy with her panty. I moved the panty to one side and moved it to and fro slowly. The thread was titillating her. She moaned again,

‘ beta..oh my son..dont tease me..just love me..delicately and slowly..dont be like your father..take me slowly..uuummm…oh beta..please talk dirty to me and just tear this panty apart. Now’

As if waiting for a signal , I clenched the frilly panty between my teeth and it tore it from the center. She was lying spread eagled. She invited me again with her dirty tongue,

‘come on beta…aaj ma aka karz ada kar do..bhar do uski phudi..pyaar dikha do apna..its time son..this is the day for which you were born. Fuck me silly..don’t lick my twat..just fuck me…oh fuck me ..fuck me ..fuck me’ , and she got up, took my face in her hands and kissed me full on her lips. I fell on her. Her naked chuchies were rubbing on my chest. Her hand got hold of my lund and she guided it towards her glory hole. This was my first time. I felt my cock enter her cave as my skin felt the wetness of my mother’s crotch. I instinctively pushed it and with a slush it was inside her. She broke her kiss and looked down at my cock and said,

‘beta ! yeh to kaafi bada hai. Tumahre papa ka lan to iska aadha bhi nahin. Tumhare munh ko dekh ke lagta nahin hai ki itna mota lund hoga. Son ! your father has kept me high and dry for so many years. Tell me , am I not beautiful ! Kya kami hai mujhme…beta ! look at me , are my chuchies not round. You have tasted my skin, is it not buttery ? and my pussy..how do feel now..isn’t my hole hot enough and soft to engulf any lund..tell me , son , tell me…your father always said that I was an average housewife. Am I so average..tell me, beta. My fudi is on fire. Keep shaking a bit..gyrate over my love hole ‘

‘ O mother Sushma ! you are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. Wonder that asshole husband of yours called you average.woman. you are a lady to me . A mother par excellence,’ i said but i was cut short by my mother ,

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‘please call me by my name , my son, Saurabh. talk dirty to me. just spank your dirty mother. she should be punished for having sex with her son. ummmmm…my love’ she whimpered like a cat as i run my hands over her derriere .

‘ mummi..mummi…give yourself to me mummi…I love you mummi..’



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