Ajmira Begum welcomed her friend Gurpreet and Jaspal..... and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks. Within minutes her Adibasi maid Malti Soren, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with some snacks and coffee.... and put them on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Birendra. They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process.... which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul's poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend's view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching. Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn't take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely..... sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected.... all those made her confused. But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn't be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry. During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira.... pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty's trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!” Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother's Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she'd ever seen. Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood.... and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school in which he had been studying from Class-V, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal. She was in her late thirties.... elder than Ajmira and Protima both.... hadn't any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality. “He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son. “I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing. Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!” 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! She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son started masturbating recently. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now.... even bigger than her late husband. It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it's engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab's screen. Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Ajmira felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for. She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body. At that moment, Abdul's fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward.... erupting from the tip.... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock. Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum.... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched. As his orgasm waned, Ajmira's embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Abdul that she was home. All through the dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. That night, when her son was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for her Tab, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice..... he'd mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as 'Bhargobi' was acting as the hero's mother. In the film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero's mother 'Bhargobi' entered the room and catch her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother's reaction. The mother at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son..... then one thing leads to another and they involved themselves in raunchy sex. 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.” “I hear once Protima's mother says your father is really good,” said Ajmira. "Promila aunty often praised his driving." “Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Gurpreet with a naughty grin..... and then looking at her husband's eyes, she continued. “If you don't mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body..... what do you think, dear!” "You know, I would gladly accept that.... if Ajmira is OK with that," Jaspal laughed. "Oh Jasbhai, please hold your tongue.... he is my father," Ajmira protested mildly. "So what Ajmira, you know he is without a woman for a long time..... he has needs also. I once see him hugging Promila aunty." "OK.... I agree with you..... but now leave the matter. I want to focus on my marriage." Ajmira replied. “Right you're..... So tomorrow morning we're going to the marketing as the marriage isn't far away,” said Gurpreet, eyeing Abdul. “I think you could accompany us.” "That sounds good, Preet and I think Abdul has no problem," said his mother. “But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper tomorrow morning, so I'll be in my room..... from now I don't waste a moment,” said Abdul, looking forward to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty. "Sounds good!” Jaspal supported him. “I hope you would succeed in your goal.” "But I'll loose the company of a cute boy..... and also miss a lot more of him, too," said Gurpreet, laughing. "What do you mean by 'a lot more him'.... is it his joy-stick?" Jaspal laughed.... eyeing at Abdul's crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed. Ajmira partially turned and gave Gurpreet and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way..... and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Gurpreet was paying so much attention to her son? She resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway. “OK ladies, I think you've enough talk,” said Aslam, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment.... I'm feeling really hungry.” That evening, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Ajmira's one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Abdul went to his own room after taking some breads and chiken. The three adults talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again. “So, Ajmira, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” said Gurpreet, sipping her fourth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!” “Including you, huh?” said Ajmira, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Preet, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, he’s dated my fiance's daughter Maria alias Mahima. You know she is already engaged with Protima's son Pobitro.... so, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.” “Hey, I can’t help it if I like what I see,” said Gurpreet, grinning. “He’s a very handsome kid, and we’ve got him all to ourselves during your marriage. C’mon, Ajmira, don’t tell me you’ve never looked at him the same way I did!” “Yes Ajmira..... Preet is right. However, we shouldn't think about the taboo matter..!” laughed Jaspal. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, mind you. I’ll bet he’s got LOTS of energy..….” “I can’t believe you two are sitting in my room and openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!” protested Ajmira strongly. Gurpreet giggled. “I’m sorry, Ajmira. But if it wasn’t him, it’d be someone else. All I can say is, I’d better find SOMEONE to play with while we’re up here, or I’ll go crazy! And Ajmira, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Don’t bother to deny it!” “Let’s face it, we could all use it,” said Jaspal, draining his glass. "But it's not harder for you as you still haven't a husband. You are free to go pick up some guy from anywhere." “I’m not interested in just a fuck,” said Ajmira. “I’d like to have a relationship and that's why I select Maria and Bahadur's father Birendra.” “Yes, Birendra is no doubt a gentleman!” Said Gurpreet. “But if you can’t find someone like Birendra to have a deep relationship with, what’s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then? And if that belongs a teenage like your son, it would be even better.” "Oh stop talking about my son." Ajmira again blurted. “Okay, Okay..., here’s the million dollar question,” said Gurpreet, grinning salaciously. “Have you seen it?” “Seen what?” “Your son's cock, of course!” Ajmira looked shocked again. “Preet! What a rubbish question!” “I’ll bet it’s big!” said Gurpreet. “I often have notice his big bulge.... I'm sure his shaft would be bigger than average. Just few days ago, I accidentally noticed him pissing against the fence of my school. Although he was flaccid at that moment, it was at least five inches long. Can you imagine when it would be hard.... I'm sure it would be at least eight inches. Ajmira, don’t tell me you never snuck a peek. Aren’t you the least bit curious?” “No!” said Ajmira strongly..... however, instantly visions of her son gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. “Oh I've told you several times, he’s my son!” “I agree.... but he’s a male, Ajmira,” Gurpreet raised her logic. “And you’ve been without one for way too long. I’ll bet you peeked.” “Well….” said Ajmira, hesitating. Her Punjabi friend always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. “As a matter of fact….I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.” “W....w...h....h...atttttt....???” exclaimed Jaspal. “Ohhhh, my God!” said Gurpreet. “What did you do? Were you excited?” “What do you think, Preet? I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.” “If I were his mother I’d have offered to help,” grinned Gurpreet. “I’ll bet you would!” laughed her husband. “So…how big WAS it, Ajmira?” “I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son's masterbation and the size of his penis!” protested Ajmira meekly. “All right, he has a lovely big cock.... as you expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband.... it's what you want to hear?” “Yes dear.... but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?” “We are simply NOT having this conversation, Preet!” said Ajmira, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs. Gurpreet laughed. “All right Ajmira, I guess we’ve badgered you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more RUM.” Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Jaspal and Gurpreet left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Gurpreet said goodnight to Ajmira at the door to her room, then watched as she walked towards the guestroom. Ten minutes later Gurpreet saw the lights in Ajmira's room go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it's hem pasts her. Very calmly, she chalked out her plan as she smiled lewdly and walked quietly to Abdul's nearby room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door. “Abdul,” she whispered. “It’s your Ma'am!” After a moment, the door opened a little, and Abdul peered out. “Ma'am you! What's the matter?” “Let me in, Abdul. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” “Um…sure, Ma'am. Please come on in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Gurpreet walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body. “Come over and sit down, Abdul,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.” Abdul moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there. “Abdul, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the living room. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.” “Oh, that’s okay, Ma'am. It didn’t bother me.” “I know, but I think it bothered your mother.” “She still thinks of me as a kid sometimes,” said Abdul sarcastically. “Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a kid any more," Gurpreet said slyly..... then changing the subject, she continued, "Listen, Abdul, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven't a kid and so I treat you as my own. I want to see you a established and reputed person in future.” “It's OK Ma'am.... I'll try to follow your advice.” “Well…do you remember when I gave you Hindi coaching with Pobitro last year?” “Sure, Ma'am, it was when I was a student of Class-VII…how could I forget that?” "OK.... Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you scored very poor and I didn't expect that from you. You are my favourite student..... and secondary exam isn't far away, the reputation of my school now totally depends on your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching.... yes, I've already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance." Gurpreet sighed as Abdul nodded positively lowering his head shyly. 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