Ajmira stared at the video and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it’s hiding place, leaving the room before her son came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her Maxi, the image of his beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Abdul actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?
As her mind swirled with these illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.
‘I shouldn’t be doing this’, She thought. ‘I can’t be thinking this way. It’s the world’s greatest sin. He’s my son….. till now a child! But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her cunt, which had known Birendra’s lust-hardened cock few days ago in a hotel! She could guess it was her Birendra’s savage fucking which suddenly raised the incestous desire for her own son.
“Oh Allah! Pardon me for my incestous dirty thinking!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.
Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi…. her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her… driving his kid-cock ( ! ) powerfully….. relentlessly toward his climax?
She could almost feel her kid’s manly cock inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, drinking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of hot semen into her wildly clasping cunt, emptying the contents of his balls inside her, in the place that had given birth to him twelve years ago.
And then she was cumming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure. She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her.
She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of her lover Birendra’s recent fucking….. yes, that was intensified her craving for her son.
Ajmira was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from Jaspal. “I said…what’s the plan for tomorrow, Ajmira?”
“Oh….I’m sorry, Jasbhai,” said Ajmira in confusion. “I must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party here, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a buying scheduled for tomorrow morning, with my father. You know he’s supposed to have great hands in driving.”