Hi guys, this is the continuation part of Samiksha’s story.
I was shocked to hear this from him. I was confused at that moment. Not about if I should show him my hairy pussy or not, but I was confused about my decision to get him too close to me. I breastfeed my 19-year-old son and not in just a loving manner, but in a sexual manner! We also kissed our lips.
I just wanted to cry at that moment. I never imagined doing all this nasty stuff with my own son.
Then I slapped him immediately on his face and asked him to leave for his cricket club and also told him to flush all those thoughts from his mind. He then stood up and said sorry to me and left. I was lying on the bed half naked with no bra and only a pink panty, crying and just thinking about what just happened between us.
After lying there for a few minutes, I got up and went out for some work. I came home late that day, my husband and Ricky were already waiting for me. Now it was time for me to cook the food for both of them as already it was late. I knew that Ricky’s father was gonna shout at me for this.
Then I went inside and saw that everything was normal. My husband already went to sleep and Ricky was watching the TV in the hall. I asked Ricky about his father, “Why did your father sleep without having dinner?”
Ricky replied, “He already had dinner.”
“How?”
“I cooked food today, so he just ate it and went to sleep.”
I was shocked again, how could Ricky cook food? He didn’t even know how to cook.
“How did you even cook something, and more importantly, why?” I asked.
Ricky got up from the sofa, went near the dining table, and asked me to come there. I went closer and saw it was my favorite dish ‘Paneer Butter masala’. Then I looked at him and asked, “What’s that all about?”. Without replying to anything, he made a plate and asked me to sit and have a bite.
I knew what it was all about. He was trying to impress me or maybe he was trying to convince me to accept his apology. But I was not gonna fall into his trap. I knew that it was planned.
Then I sat down on one of the chairs and he too sat on the chair opposite to me. He was looking at me with no expression on his face. I looked down and took a bite. After tasting it, I was like “Bande ko manna to padenga yaar, kya bhaji banayi hai”.
It was fucking delicious, I never had a paneer like that ever. Then I looked at him and asked him, “How did you make it.”
He smirked at me and said, “Magic”. WTF magic, I knew that he ordered it from a restaurant.
“Don’t try to fool me, you just ordered it from the restaurant.”
He replied, “No, I made it, I got a recipe from the internet and cooked it”. Wow, how can someone cook it so delicious on the first attempt?
I was impressed, but I knew that it was a trap and I was not gonna fall into it. I asked him, “Come to the point and tell me what’s all that about.”
He replied, “Nothing, I just wanted to say sorry for whatever I asked you about.”
I knew that! I just looked down and started eating paneer.
“Mom, please say something, I don’t want to ruin the relationship between us. I can’t live without you.”
Fuck! That line was so deep. I knew that he couldn’t live without me and me neither. But that was a big mistake that happened between us and I didn’t want to repeat it again.
After hearing that, my whole anger for him was blown away and I wanted to hug him too tight and kiss him on his cheeks. Because at the end of the day, he was my son, my heart, my everything, my biggest achievement of my life.
I just lost my control and said, “Ok, but don’t repeat that again please.”
You can’t imagine what level of smile he got on his face. He was so happy that he got me back. Then I looked at him and gave a smile too.
He then said, “Can I come there and hug you?” He wanted to hug me and deep down inside me too. But I controlled myself and said, “No, no hugs, no kisses.” He was disappointed with my reply and I felt very bad about that. But it was the right thing to do at that moment.
Then I had my dinner and we both went to the bedroom. My husband was sleeping on the other side of the bed leaving space for both of us. Ricky lay at the centre and I lay beside him. Our double bed was big enough that we three could sleep comfortably without touching each other.
A few minutes later, I just remembered something, “Oh Fuck!” I shouted in my mind.
I ate the dinner but I didn’t ask my son if he had it or not. He might be waiting for me to get home and we eat together and I just forgot to ask him about it. Then I just got up and pulled Ricky’s hand and asked him if he ate something or not.
“No, I didn’t”, he replied.
“Why? Are you stupid? Why didn’t to eat something?” I shouted.
“I was waiting for you and when you came, you didn’t ask me if I had it or not.”
Oh shit, I was fucked listening to this. What have I done? I just ate in front of my son and didn’t ask him if he ate something or not. What kind of mother I was? Shit.
I then asked him to follow me to the kitchen. Then I went in and started checking if something was left or not, and there was nothing left. I asked him to grab a chair and sit till I made something for him. Then I asked him what he wanted to eat, he said, “Aloo paratha”, I knew that already as it was his favorite dish. As a mother, I know everything about his likings and all.
Then I started making paratha for him. I was working at the kitchen counter and he stood up and came near me and sat on the kitchen counter beside the gas stow. I looked at him and said, “Are you stupid Ricky, why didn’t tell me that you didn’t eat anything?”
He said, “Mom, I know that somewhere inside you are still mad at me and I can understand it totally. It was my mistake, not yours. But still, I am missing you. I can’t think of my life without you.”
I wanted to cry at that moment. My son was begging me for my forgiveness and I was being rude to him by ignoring his talk. I really wanted to hug him tight and blow some kisses. But don’t know why I was scared of whatever happened that day. I didn’t reply to him, just continued with my work.
I just wanted to ignore that topic and end everything here. But he kept bringing that topic up many times. I ignored him for 30 minutes and now it was getting over my head.
He said, “Mom, please stop ignoring me, I am gonna cry now. I know you love me and somewhere deep inside you want to hug and kiss me. Whatever happened between us, it was pure love between a mother and a son, and nothing wrong.”
Now I was totally out and I shouted, “Just keep quiet and don’t try to act smart by calling all those stupid dialogs.”
After hearing this, he just froze and his expressions were stuck. He didn’t expect that reply from me.
Deep down inside, I knew that those were not stupid dialogs. It was true that whatever happened between us was pure love between a mother and son.
I just started to sort the thing for myself in my mind. That is, exactly what was wrong and what was right. When my son sucked my boobs, I didn’t feel bad about that. Even I was excited about all that. I let him suck my boobs and kiss me on the lips. I never took that as wrong. Then what was wrong? The request he just made to me of seeing my hairy pussy, that request was wrong and whatever happened before was just pure love between us.
I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about all these. Suddenly, I felt two hands wrapped around my stomach. I just got my senses back and I saw that Ricky was hugging me from behind. I said, “Leave me, Ricky.”
He replied, “Mom, thanks for whatever happened between us. I know you love me the most and I love you too.”
I got fucking angry. Then I asked him to keep quiet and he was still doing the same.
“What do you wanna say, just say it”, I said.
“If the reason for the clash between us is whatever happened between us, then I don’t want that. I just want my mother back.” he replied.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I don’t wanna see your hairy pussy or I don’t wanna suck on your boobs. I just want you to be normal with me and keep loving me like you used to love me earlier.”
Wow, I was shocked hearing that. Ricky just wanted to end everything here itself and want to stay normal like always.
That’s great, the problem was sorted. Wasn’t that a piece of good news for me? Yes, of course it was. Then why was I still confused and disappointed to hear that? Why even I felt like getting disappointed with that?
I was feeling like missing something in me, but what was it? Which part of me was missing?
I was confused and in that due confusion, I replied, “Fine Ricky, I accept your sorry.”
Then he said, “Turn back mom, and hug me like you always do.”
I just turned back and hugged him tightly and he hugged me tightly too. He was very happy about this, he just got his mumma back. But I was still lost somewhere in my thoughts figuring out what was missing. And for sure, Ricky too felt that this hug was not real.
We got separated from each other. Then Ricky kissed my cheek and I too kissed him back. “I know you need some time mom, it’s fine, take it.” Hence proved that he felt that this hug was not real.
I then quickly made the paratha for him and we ate it together while having an awesome conversation about his cricket club. After that, we went to bed. At midnight around 1 am, I woke up as I was not able to sleep. I saw that Ricky was sleeping and my husband too.
I got up sat on that bed, drank some water, took my sleeping pills, and lay on the bed again. I was trying to sleep but again, the pills were also not working and I knew the reason for not getting sleep. That was my thoughts and my search for a part of myself.
It was really hard to confess that I needed that too. Deep down inside, I too needed Ricky to kiss me on the lips and suck my boobs hard. I was fucking not ready to accept the fact that I needed my son too. I was thinking about Ricky about how he sucked my boobs that day, and how hot it was to get sucked by him. At that time, I was getting horny. I wanted my son to suck my boobs so hard at that time.
Then I started squeezing my boobs gently and imagining Ricky. I was wearing the red nighty which was knee-length and a black V-shaped panty inside it which was just hiding my pussy lips and revealing my sexy hair out. I was getting fucking horny at that moment.
I slowly pulled my nighty up to my hips so that I could touch my pussy. I then started rubbing my pussy from over my panty and squeezing my boobs at the same time.
“I need you Ricky, I want you to suck mummy’s boobies and bite her nipples. Ricky..I need you Ricky..”
I was moaning continuously but in my mind so that no one could hear it. I then slipped my hand inside my panty and felt my wet pussy. It was so fucking wet and warm. I could feel my hair too. I was totally into masturbation now, and I was squeezing my boobs so hard with one hand and rubbing my pussy with the other.
Then I slid my one finger inside and started stroking it slowly. Till then, I was half convinced that I too needed it, it was not just Ricky, but it was me who was hiding these feelings inside me. I then slid my second finger inside my pussy and also increased the speed of fingering.
I felt like getting into heaven. But still, somewhere it was not that fucking heaven which I felt when Ricky was sucking me. And that was what I was searching for. The missing part of me. It was that heaven that Ricky gave me.
Ricky gave me something I always needed and I knew that no one except him could give it to me – the real heaven in my life. Now finally, as I got that precious missing part of myself, I gave a short moan, “Oh, Ricky” and slid my third finger inside my pussy and increased the stocking speed to the fullest. I was stocking myself hard imagining Ricky, fingering me like hell and taking me to the heaven of Love.
Then I pulled my hand from my boobs and took it over my mouth and held it tightly so that no one could hear my moan and it was just Ricky’s name coming out of my mouth. After a minute of stroking, I cummed so hard that I squirted for the first time in my life.
My black panty was totally wet with that squirt of juices coming out of my pussy. That climax was so intense that I folded my legs up to crush my pussy very hard. That climax lasted for at least 40 seconds with my three fingers inside and my legs folded.
After that, I calmed myself, lied down in the bed for a few minutes. After that, I went to the washroom to clean the mess I created. My panty was fully wet and some liquid was spread on my nighty too. There was no other option left other than changing them both. I changed my clothes and went to bed again and fell asleep after 15 minutes.
The next day, I woke up early at 6 and found myself in some different aura. Or I could say that I was quite a bit changed and there was no stress in my head and I was all thought-free. I just got my answers and now I was clear with my thoughts and views.
I was clear that I wanted to make my 19-year-old son my “Naughty daddy” and I wanna be his “Horny Bitch”.
To be continued.
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