Bharti felt an unusual burning sensation inside her as she sniffed her son’s used briefs in the washroom. She knew it was a sinful act, but her body acted against her will. Her hand was constantly messaging her clit.
She went sniffing the raw smell of adulthood radiating from her 19-year-old son’s briefs in the washroom. It was the fifth time she had done that. Her body felt weak. Her fingers slid in and out effortlessly inside her dripping-wet vagina as she moaned, thinking about her son.
She looked at herself in the mirror and felt she was looking at a completely different person. The person she knew she was would have never thought about this sin in a million years. But the person that looked back from the mirror reflection was the exact opposite.
She had her son’s brief up in her face. Her breasts heaved with each deep sniff. Her legs were spread apart, with one leg resting on the toilet, her exposed shaved vagina getting fingered mercilessly by her hand. She looked like a whore, who needed a cock desperately.
But she was a sinful whore masturbating thinking about her son’s cock. She looked at her expressions in the mirror and moaned further, calling out her son’s name. Soon, with a huge tremble, she cum. Waves of cum exploded out of her pussy, drenching her crotch and dripping down her legs.
She panted and wept. She was continuously asking forgiveness from her God for the sinful thoughts she had been acting upon for the past few days.
Bharti looked in the mirror, and a panting middle-aged woman of 39 looked back at her. Her skin was fair, with long thick hairs, a beautiful pair of shaped 34 DD breasts, a flat tummy, clean shaved pussy and thick thighs.
She had tears rolling down her face. She returned to her true senses after masturbating and cumming into the thoughts of getting fucked by her son. Her son’s used briefs lay on the washroom floor.
She slowly regained her composure. She put that away and turned on the shower. She rubbed herself continuously, wanting to remove the dirt from her mind and cleanse herself. But the damage was already done.
Bharti was a dutiful wife to her husband, Supriyo. Although she had taken a few cocks apart from Supriyo’s, those were all with her husband’s approval. Her husband used to swap wives with his friends. Those adventures led Bharti to experience different cocks in her vagina.
But her loyalty always stayed with Supriyo. She never went behind his back to lust for someone else. She knew her husband slept with multiple women every week. But she never had any problems with that. Her husband allowed her to choose her partner, with whom she wanted to sleep, on those wife-swap nights.
Bharti dressed in her usual traditional attire after the bath and did her daily puja rituals. She went back to her daily household chores. But her mind kept shifting back to her son’s cock from time to time.
She cursed herself for entering her son’s room in the morning 10 days back without knocking. Unknowingly her eyes fell on his morning wood. Her son, Shantanu, was fast asleep, but his cock was up. The high testosterone was evident when Bharti felt the cock would burst out of his pajamas.
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