“I’m gonna hang up now, Preet,” Protima said. “Your mouth is too filthy for me to listen to anymore today.”
She could hear her friend howling with laughter even as she placed the mobile back on the dining table. Just then Pobitro walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
“Who was that Mamoni?” He asked.
“Your Hindi teacher Gurpreet,” Came the reply.
“You didn’t talk too little with your best friend. You usually talk for hours.”
“I told her I had to get you breakfast and get you off to your coaching.”
Pobitro quipped just in matter of fact. “Normally, I don’t like slim women, but she is our Headmistress and Hindi teacher. So I have to respect her…. however I would be willing to make her as my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend!” Protima laughed loudly taking her son’s remark just as a playful joke, “But she is too old to be your girlfriend.”
“Maybe…. but I prefer older busty women rather than the silly chirping slim girls,”
‘Older busty women! Then what about me?’ Protima said to herself as she placed a plate filled with sliced breads and scrambled eggs in front of him. “You shouldn’t talk about my friend like that around your own Mother,” She rebuked him playfully. “It’s not right.”
‘What’s wrong with me?’ She wondered. ‘I’ve been acting like a love struck teenager ever since I saw his cock in all it’s glory.’
Anyway she was grateful that her son hurried through his breakfast. The longer she had to look at him the more she would think about his cock.
‘My God!’ She thought. ‘My cunt is getting wet!’
That came as a bit of surprise. It had been nearly four days since her husband had made love to her. In all that time, she hadn’t even masturbated but, she was giving some serious thought to doing so… just as soon as her son got out of the driveway.
Pobitro finished his glass of orange juice and few slices of bread…. stood up and grabbed the bycycle key as his mother cautioned. “Drive careful, son….. and be safe. Now, come over here and give your mother a kiss before you go.”
Pobitro dutifully obeyed. Even though he’d kissed his mother on the cheek, his mother could feel the fires of her desire burn even hotter. Oh, how she had wanted him to kiss her on her lips! He pulled away from his mother and left the house.
Protima stood at the open front door and waved to her son as he backed out into the street. Soon the cycle was out of sight. She closed the door and locked it. Her thoughts had been to go to her bedroom, lay down and treat herself to an orgasm. Her first in a long, long time, but before that happened, she had to take a piss.
Pulling her Maxi’s hem above her belly, she sat on the commode and finished peeing. After that she washed herself with water. Even that had caused her to shiver with excitement. She kept the mug and leaned back against the wall, her bare feet spread wide across the tile floor in front of her.
She toyed her right nipple with her left hand over the Maxi as she slid her right hand down her stomach and pulling the Maxi’s hem, she tucked it at her waist. Freeing her panty-less cunt, she then rubbed her shaved mound. She shivered uncontrollably when her fingers first made contact with the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris.
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