Forbidden Lust: The son tells the story of his slut mother (True story)

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Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained entwined. His mother’s thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem’s hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya’s naked, sweaty tits. Manya’s feet pressed into Prem’s naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya’s beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya’s heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen’s age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son’s age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she’d ask Prem.

“Prem,” she said, gently caressing his head, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.

“Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, ” mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya’s body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband’s organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

“Prem, I’m a little worried about Deen.” She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

“Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya,” asked Prem. “He’s fine”.

“I mean, is he fully fine Prem”?

“Fully fine? What’s that supposed to mean,” asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya’s right nipple.

“Aaah! I mean does he have a girlfriend. Is he normal like you is”, she whispered, biting Prem’s ear lightly.

Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal. Why do you ask Aunt Manya?”

“It’s a feeling that I get of late. He doesn’t show the urges of boys his age”.

“Now why would he show those urges before you, his mother, Aunt Manya”, asked Prem.

“I would know it even if he didn’t show it,” replied Manya, squeezing Prem’s butt as if laughing at his dumb remark.

“I should have known your ability, I’m sorry. Mother’s eye misses nothing,” smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to squeeze Manya’s hip. “But what have you observed that’s bothering you about Deen.”

Manya squealed a bit and replied “You know he seems passive and very unlike you or any of his other friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he’s not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem’s hair.

“Ohh!” Said Prem, not knowing what to say. He however kept suckling at Manya’s nipple.

“Please stop that for a moment Prem, I’m quite serious about Deen”, urged the horny housewife, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

“Ok, Aunt Manya,” said Prem in a decisive tone and tried to rise from her body.

“Noooo”, wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her legs around his hips. “Remain inside. We’ll talk like this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping son was bewildered by his mother’s out rightly wanton behavior.

“Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss girls,” Manya asked, looking into Prem’s eyes. “You are his best friend, tell me”.

“I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn’t discussed any girls”, said Prem, tweaking Manya’s left nipple with his fingers.

“Now isn’t that odd or maybe queer”, suggested Manya with a worry line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his hands saying,” No guy would need to look at or discuss girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya”.

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