Jaspal too was in his late thirties, two years older than his wife Gurpreet. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Bengalis and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her Muslim friend’s big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was…. ‘Built for comfort, not speed’.
“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Gurpreet, grinning at Abdul wickedly. “Can’t you, Abdul?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Abdul, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.
“You see? And sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Abdul?”
“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn ** tomorrow,” answered Abdul.
“See there, Ajmira, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Gurpreet. “You better work out, Abdul and involved yourself this week for arranging your mother’s second marriage and keeping company with two sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.”
“Preet…. Check yourself!!” blurted Ajmira. Gurpreet was one of her best friends, but the elder Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Muslim widow.
“Oh, relax, Ajmira, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Gurpreet, reaching forward and squeezing Abdul’s shoulder. “Don’t you, Abdul?”
“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Abdul with a grin…. feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his mother’s best friend. “I know a few things, Ma’am.”
He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that the Headmistress of his school found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and take special Hindi coaching from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma’am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring on his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.
Ajmira turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her.
Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.
On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a porn in her Tab which she’d kept securely in her drawer and watch hard-core Hindi porn at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for opening her Secrecy to her kid.
Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it would be boomerang for both and check herself as she continued to watch his activity. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!