Consoling friend’s grieving mother

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I had breakfast and lunch in the room served by beautiful young housemaids.

They said, the room I was staying was an exclusive room for Mohan when he was alive. You are now occupying his room means you have become son of the house. They recalled the happy moments they had with Mohan.

I was waiting for Padma. It seems she was busy until noon and came in the afternoon with a bowl of sweets. Padma was wearing an ethnic Venkatagiri thin green sari with pink and gold zari border and matching blouse without bra.

I hugged her, kissed her and took off all her clothes.
You are in hurry, hubby, she said.
Padma, Are you not in hurry.

She said, Yes, I am. Last night, while your busy fucking Madhu, I was only imagining you and I wanted to come to you. I restrained to come because It is important that you deflower and impregnate Madhu soonest possible during her fertile period.

I watched her large hung breasts as they bounced. I disrobed her. Her areolas were big and pink. I saw her lovely thick long hair braid, deep black eyes, glowing skin, pink nips and thick black pubic hair adorning her pussy.

She bent over to pick something up from the floor and I was privy to her glorious pussy lips, long and outsized, hanging down like thick wings of a butterfly. I imagined sucking on these for hours. By now, my cock was getting quite hard and putting wicked thoughts into my head.

Her glorious huge breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. I watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from every step – her full hips, the curve of her back, the bounce of her fine ass. This woman was all mine. I loved it! I felt a stirring in my loins that went deeper than the roots of my cock. This was a full body rush. The moment was a creation of wonder.

I embraced her from behind ass as she stood at the mirror. I kissed the luscious nape of her neck, caressing her thighs then her sweet ass cheeks. Her sexy humming stopped and a delightful squeal escaped her lusty lips. My hands moved slowly up her torso to knead her pendulous heavily hung breasts, something I know she loves. I moved to her large areolas and nipples, stroking them until they began to bunch and harden. Playfully, she slapped my hand.

Before things got too far, I told her I had to pee. As I turned to the toilet and pulled out my hardened cock, it took a bit for the stream to start flowing. When it did, I felt her behind me. She peeked over my shoulder, her hands on my butt cheeks.

“Stop or I’ll get too hard to finish,” I said laughingly.

Instead of stopping, she placed her left hand over mine as it held my cock. She ignored my plea and continued to grip my hand while I continued my business, watching with curious interest as my yellow stream gushedt. Her right hand stroked my right ass cheek.

Suddenly she bent opened her mouth, and I peed in her mouth.
“My, my honey, you got yourself a handful there, umm?” she murmured, pressing her head against my cock..
I nodded in agreement.
As I began to finish, she nudged her hand underneath mine and held my cock as I peed into her mouth.
“So this is how that rocket feels when you pee,” she said with a quiet, growling mew.

I could feel my cock respond in the grip of her touch, her fingernails painted bright red curling around my thick shaft. Her luscious breasts were pressing, her hardened nipples poking on my cock with turgid intent. She even pulled my foreskin back, shook my cock and queried, “All done?”

I turned my head and said in a throaty, sex-deepened voice, “Hardly.”

She led me to the bed by my rock hard cock and in a timeless choreography; she nudged me so I backed onto the bed. She quickly lay beside me and gazed at my cock wickedly, and then with both hands she grabbed my cock with one at the base of the long shaft and the other fondling my helmeted head. Shiva, “It takes my two hands to handle a whopper, your cock is as big as donkey’s” she said knowingly, then smiled and began her ministrations.

She used her left hand to hold the base of my shaft like a cock ring to keep me turgid. She used her right to explore the length of my shaft and the head with ever-increasing squeezes and strokes to the upper part of my hard length. This served to pump up my dick until veins along the shaft bulged and the head began to swell and redden like a ripened plum. My huge cock was fully erect turgid and rigid standing like pole.

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