Joy\u2019s flaccid cock slipped out of my cum sprayed pussy. A copious blend of mom pussy juice and son\u2019s hot cum guzzled out of my cum and made a decent mini pool on the sofa. Joy watched the scene with the utmost gratification.<\/p>\n
It was unbelievable! I was shamelessly spreading my legs wide and letting my own son watch his cum spilling out of his mother\u2019s pussy.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I can\u2019t believe you made me cum so much. I don\u2019t think any other woman will be able to make me cum like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
The compliment made me glow that at the age of 45, I was able to satisfy a 21-year-old horny young man.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re well-cum,\u201d I spoke with emphasis on the word cum, which made him laugh out loud. Joy did the cleaning with half a pack of tissue paper, and we took a shower together. He enjoyed immensely that I pushed out the remaining cum, and using the jet spray cleanses out my insides.<\/p>\n
After a shower, we changed into casual Ts and shorts. We ordered the popular local butter chicken and nan for dinner. We took a break and retired to each other\u2019s rooms. I made a WhatsApp video call to Vineeta. I was eager to share my experience and wanted how her anal initiation had gone.<\/p>\n
I saw Vini glowing like a radiant rose, and as a woman, I sensed she just had a gratifying bout of sex. As I narrated the movie theatre experience, her jaw dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201c Wow, Sonali, that\u2019s something I got to try, too.\u201d<\/p> \n\n
\u201cAnd what about the back door thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSonali,\u201d she exclaimed gleefully \u201c You were so right about the almond oil. It was unbelievably good. Rick was so delighted to explore my ass, kept on admiring my bums. He flooded me with a huge load, and believe me, I came rather hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do have great bums, Vini. If, as a woman, I can appreciate them, then any man would. The way they wiggle when you walk \u2013can give any man a hard-on.\u201d I paused and then asked, \u201c Vini, I want to ask you something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSpeak up, girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSee, my hubby will return from the tour and assert his conjugal rights. Joy will also ask for it, and I am in no mood to deny him. You\u2019re so right about young cock. You kind of get addicted to them. I am worried about how I will be able to manage the father and the son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRick and I had the same discussion. He said when his dad is around, he will maintain his normal routine. When the coast is clear, we can fuck. The hubbies should not know about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Vini \u2013 Joy has a fantasy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat type?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, he wants to watch me and my hubby fuck and preferably in front of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds hot. But how do you convince your hubby? This happens in incest porn. Theoretically speaking, if it happens, at a later stage, Joy can join you guys for a threesome. Oh my God, Sonali, that is too good to believe. Two cocks, and all in the family \u2013 no outsiders, no leaks, no scandals. You got me horny again.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words threesome, two cocks \u2013 for a moment \u2013 brought to my mind the image of myself jerking the cocks of my husband and my son together. But somehow, I shrugged it out of my mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Vini, don\u2019t put that in my head.\u201d I cried out.<\/p>\n
\u2018Now that I have already put it, you should explore the possibilities,\u201d She signed out after giving the naughtiest wink.<\/p>\n
After receiving the food, we had dinner. We spoke about the usual stuff like his upcoming tournaments, studies, my online culinary portal, and others. After cleaning up, we sat on the very sofa we had fucked upon two hours earlier and watched T.V.<\/p>\n
Joy spoke gently, \u201cMa, will you grant me another wish?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, beta.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to sleep with you tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, dear, how can I say no to that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa, can you make it special?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow so?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you put on your wedding saree, jewelry, sindoor, and all?\u201d<\/p>\n
His request intrigued me, \u201cYou want me to dress up like a bride?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to be your bride for the night. Joy, \/\/\/www.indiansexstories2.net\/group\/fantasy-1-family-fuck-boy\/”>you have some wild fantasies, really.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf it\u2019s weird, Ma, I won\u2019t insist.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, that\u2019s not the point. I have no objections as we have already crossed the limits and can only explore further. I am quite amazed by the fantasies you foster for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t help it, Ma.\u201d<\/p>\n
To be honest, it was quite surprising and exciting that I could still pass for a young man\u2019s bride fantasy and that too for my own son.<\/p>\n
\u201c Ok son, you\u2019ll get what you want. But since I will be decked up like a bride, why don\u2019t you dress up like the groom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, ma, you\u2019re the best. I will change it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will call you on the intercom when I am ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, Ma, I will wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took time and dressed in a red wedding saree, golden bangles, anklets, necklace, tiara. I was getting aroused at the thought of being fucked like a bride. As a naughty thought, I warmed a glass of milk. I kept it on the bed table for my son. He would drink it as my hubby, in traditional Indian style.<\/p>\n
I stopped as I was about to apply sindoor, and I was pleased t see my reflection in the mirror. I was looking genuinely young and like the perfect bride. I wondered whether I should let my son apply the sindoor rather than put it on myself.<\/p>\n
I thought that if he does it himself, it will bring a sense of ingenuity in the wedding night scenario. My God, I would become my son\u2019s wife in a real sense. I blushed heavily and taking a deep breath called on the intercom.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoy, come over, I am ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cComing, Ma.\u201d I was pleased to note the eagerness in his voice. I sat demurely on the corner of the bed like a typical Indan wife awaiting her hubby. Joy entered the room and let out a gasp.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God, you look like the hundred percent ravishing bride.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a closer look? And you\u2019re looking so handsome in that sherwani. Just like a groom.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came in front of me, and holding my face in his palms looked into my eyes.
\n\u201cOh Sonali, you look even better than in my fantasies, how can I ever thank you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Then his expression changed into disappointment when he saw the barren parting of my hair. I thought to tease him a bit.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened, beta?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa, I had requested for sindoor just like a true bride.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a logic behind why I didn\u2019t apply sindoor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat logic?\u201d I enjoyed the exasperation in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee, the sindoor is your dad\u2019s exclusive domain. It is his sindoor I put on. If I apply it, I remain his bride technically. So I thought to skirt the issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa, we can just pretend to be newly wedded.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope, this sindoor is very serious \u2013 this cannot be diluted.\u201d The sternness of my voice got hi rather demoralized. Somehow he managed to speak. \u201cMa, that\u2019s an anti-climax. I had been dreaming of having you as a fully-fledged wife, for so long, and now the sindoor issue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it so vital? Come on, dear, we have erased major boundaries without the sindoor. We can jolly well proceed, see all other things you wanted.\u201d I struck my bangle laden wrists before his face. The sweet metallic sound brought back a spark in his eyes, yet the expression on his face was not so encouraging.<\/p>\n
Then I took the situation in my hands.
\n\u201cWell, I got it, son. Without the sindoor, you won\u2019t be able to visualize me as your wife- isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Ma, absolutely right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen, there is only one way out.\u201d I took a deliberate pause and savored his anticipating eyes. \u201cSon, you have to claim me as your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow, Ma?\u201d A big smile spread across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake a fresh sindoor pack from the dressing table. You apply it yourself on my sinthi (hair parting) and make me your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, mom, really! What an honor! To be honest, that was in the back of my mind. But I was afraid that would be taking things too far for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I encouraged him. \u201cWe have already gone beyond the point of no return. We can now only go further. So please, from now on, you\u2019re not going to hold anything back, and neither will I. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCrystal clear, Ma,\u201d I relished the revived enthusiasm in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow come on, be a man, and claim your own mother as your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will Ma, but since this is going to be a historic night which can\u2019t be repeated, I had one more suggestion. I want to make a video of this momentous night.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paused for a moment to think about it. Well, why not? If Vineeta and Rick can make videos, why not me and Joy? Deep inside, I wanted to make a video of better quality than her, but I was afraid of leaks.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if there is a leak, son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will use my SLR camera Mom and never connect t to the internet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, get it done quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joy rushed to his room and back soon. Within two minutes, he set it up on the tripod, taking the best focus point so that the whole bed was in focus. He turned it on and proceeded to the dressing table. Taking a generous amount of sindoor from the fresh pack between his right thumb and index finger approached me.<\/p>\n
I stood up. He removed my pallu and applied the sindoor on my sinthi. I trembled from within. All Indian women, irrespective of background, get damn weak in the knees, on this special moment, and get flooded with emotions. For me, it was tumultuous.<\/p>\n
It was no other man but my own son, who just claimed me as his wife. Things can\u2019t get hotter. We engulfed each other in a deep embrace, and I could feel his heart thumping loud. The moment was obviously overwhelming for him too.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mom, this is unbelievable. It still feels like a dream that you\u2019re now my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels like a dream to me also.\u201d<\/p>\n
I disengaged him from the embrace and made him sit on the bed. I took the milk glass and offered it to him in a true traditional suhagraat style. That gesture was like icing on the cake. He gulped it down, and I placed it back.<\/p>\n
While placing it back, I concocted up a blend of bridal demureness and naughty intonation in my voice and spoke, \u201cThat was for my dear husband\u2019s strength. I guess you will require lots of strength tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
That got him going.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome, my dear wife, I want to look at you closely.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a deep assertiveness in his voice, which made my bridal self surrender to his wishes. He took down my ghunghat and held my face gently with his palms.<\/p>\n
\u201cSonali, you must be the most beautiful bride on this planet. How radiant you look with my sindoor. I don\u2019t have the words to describe the beauty of my wife. I am not even sure what to do, I feel so elated to have you as my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSince action speaks louder than words, why don\u2019t you start by kissing the bride,\u201d I spoke with the same blend. I deliberately kept my eyes lowered to project the demure yet eager bride to perfection to my new husband.<\/p>\n
Our hungry lips plunged into each other in one of the most passionate kisses of our lives. It\u2019s not that we had not kissed earlier. Still, the ambiance and the sense of being kissed as a newly wedded bride had accentuated the urgency in us.<\/p>\n
We nibbled, caressed, and sucked on our lips while our hands ran over each other\u2019s backs. When we unlocked, we could feel our rapid exhalations mingling together.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, my wife, your lips taste sweeter than earlier.\u201d He uttered lovingly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking up to him and holding his head in my palms, I whispered, \u201cYou kiss well, my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joy put his hands on the borders of my saree and pulled down to reveal my designer blouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, I want to see my wife in her bridal splendor. Without the lovely saree.\u201d
\nI started undoing the Banarasi saree in a slow teasing semi-reluctant, mock coy manner.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt took so much time to wear this saree, and now you want me to take it off,\u201d I commented in a naughty tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDarling wife, the best of dresses are meant to be taken off faster.\u201d He quipped with a smile. I loved the newfound manly confidence in his voice. With the saree undone, I stood in the ornate red blouse, maroon satin petticoat, and the jewelry.<\/p>\n
My young husband scanned me with loving yet lustful eyes. He kneeled down and planted a flurry of kisses on my abdomen, making me shiver all over. He got up and, in a swift motion, picked me up in his arms and laid me gently on the nuptial bed.<\/p>\n
I felt like a genuine bride about to be ravished by her newly wedded husband. He stripped off his upper garments and slid onto the bed over me and holding my face in his palms started to kiss me passionately. Within a minute, his tongue parted my mouth and sought out my tongue and rubbed it with his.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sweet wife, will you let your husband suck your sweet tongue?\u201d he inquired, looking into my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am all yours, darling. Do whatever you want to do with me. No need to ask for permission. A wife has to fulfill her husband\u2019s desires- isn\u2019t it?\u201d I don\u2019t have the vocabulary to describe the level of excitement as my son sucked on my tongue, asserting his conjugal rights over his wedded mother.<\/p>\n
My hands roamed freely over his strong back, making a series of melodious sounds. It made the atmosphere erotically charged. He eventually went down and started kissing my breasts over the blouse and pressing them.<\/p>\n
I thought that rather than taking the mantle of the well-fucked elderly lady, it would be a novel idea to play the na\u00efve young bride, to make things thrilling. I was convinced that my son, my new hubby, would relish the experience. I changed the gears of our erotic journey.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, my darling husband, your hands feel so good on my chest. Does pressing my chest give you happiness? Teach me, my dear husband. Teach me well how to give you pleasure. I will learn well, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sweet wife, I will teach you well. First, don\u2019t call them chest, say boobs. Say, press my boobs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPress my,\u201d I deliberately gave a pause, and imitating a coy expression said, \u201cBoobs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood wife.\u201d He exclaimed. \u201cNow, husband wants to see your uncovered boobs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am feeling shy,\u201d I whispered, \u201cnever shown them to any man.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good, but you\u2019re supposed to show them to your husband whenever he wants to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?!\u201dI exclaimed like a true blue virgin.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, my darling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
I started unbuttoning my blouse with a concocted nervous and shy manner, which was immensely savored by Joy. He helped me out of the blouse and gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, my sweet wife, you got lovely boobs. Look at the mangalsutra and necklace resting between your cleavage. You\u2019re cruel by confining them in that sexy bra. Come on, darling, release them and submit your boobs to your husband. From now on, I will have exclusive access to your bobs. Say- my boobs are all yours, husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
I coyly unhooked the bra and made a futile effort to conceal them with my palms and repeated after him, \u201cMy boobs are all yours now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the way, darling. Hold them up with your palms like you\u2019re making an offering and then speak.\u201d This submission thing was making me quite excited.<\/p>\n
I held up my decent 34 D boobs with my palms and spoke in an authentic submissive tone, \u201cMy husband, I now offer you my boobs, they are all yours now.\u201d He immediately swooped down on my boobs and grabbed them eagerly. He started to knead them with his impatient palms.<\/p>\n
The fingers sank deep, making me moan in pleasure. He moved over me, placing his waist comfortably between my legs. He started taking my rock hard erect nipples in his mouth, alternatively while continuing the incessant kneading of my heavenly orbs of ecstasy.<\/p>\n
My moans grew louder as I was enjoying this new intensity and a sense of being owned. \u201cNow that these boobs are mine,\u201d he spoke between the nipple sucking \u201cI will press them, suck them anytime I like. Whenever I want these boobs, you\u2019re going to give me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, dear husband. Whenever you want. Oh, husband dearest, your mouth feels wonderful. Is this what a husband likes most?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are many other things a husband loves. He would love to suck on your boobs \u2013 like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened his mouth wide and gobbled in my right boob as much as possible. He started to move his head up and down, sucking it. The fierceness of his mouth drove me crazy.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, darling, it feels so good. Oh yes yes yes, suck my boob like that,\u201d I shrieked out involuntarily. He shifted to the left boob and repeated the maneuver for several minutes. Then he started alternate suckling \u2013 ten gulps on the right ten on the left while continuing the kneading.<\/p>\n
This set off sparks of excitement from my toes to my throat. The gluttonous slurping sounds, his moans of pleasure emitting from the depths of his throat. My own moans and the metallic cling clang sounds of my jewelry all amalgamated together to create an electrifying ambiance. My voice kept growing louder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, my husband, how well you eat your wife\u2019s boobs. It is making me hotter. I never knew that a man\u2019s mouth will feel so good. You can eat my boobs anytime \u2013 you can press them anytime \u2013 whenever you like. Oh, what\u2019s that thing, that hard and hot thing nudging my thigh? Husband, is that your penis?\u201d<\/p>\n
He moved his mouth from my boobs and asked, \u201cSo you know what is a penis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, darling, I read that in biology class eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know what a wife is supposed to do with her husband\u2019s penis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, heard about it a bit from my married girlfriends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what have you heard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat- that,\u201d I covered my face with my palms feigning coyness. He forced my hands away. He moved over me so that his face was directly over mine, with his eyes looking straight into mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, my wife, tell me what do you want to do with your husband\u2019s penis? I want to hear it in your hot and sexy voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
The compliment pleased me that even my voice was sexually appealing to a man less than half my age. \u201cYou will make me die of shame, darling,\u201d I tried to look away from his piercing gaze. Like the assertive husband, he held my chin firmly and turned my face straight.<\/p>\n
Feminists will burn me alive. But the fact is that women love being dominated, especially in bed. He goaded me gently. \u201cCome on, my sweet wife, you just said you really wanted to please your husband. If you don\u2019t follow what I say, how will you learn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, ok,\u201d I exasperated. \u201cMy married friends told me that when their husbands\u2019 penis gets hard, they part their legs wide and put it inside their\u2026\u201d I hesitated deliberately. I must confess playing the coy bride was giving me immense satisfaction.<\/p>\n
Joy later confided that it had turned his fantasy into reality. He had felt as if he was really married to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d he asked impatiently.<\/p>\n
\u201cVagina.\u201d I blurted out and, as if overwhelmed by maidenly coyness, tried to move my face away from his gaze, in vain, though.<\/p>\n
\u201cVagina?\u201d he exclaimed \u201c Is that what you call your genitals? Isn\u2019t it a biology textbook?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what else do you call it?\u201d I asked naively.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall it pussy, call it cunt, and no more penis \u2013 call it cock, call it dick. So now tell me what your friends do with their husbands\u2019 cocks?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey say that the husbands shove their hard cocks in their pussy and keep shoving till\u2026 till\u2026\u201d I hesitated again.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, wife, no need to be shy in front of your husband. You can tell me anything.\u201d He spoke encouragingly. While we conversed, he continued the kneading of my boobs and often squeezed my nipples expertly with his fingers.<\/p>\n
As if genuinely encouraged, I spoke in a flurry. \u201cThey said that the harder their husbands shove in and out they feel out of the world. Al the insides of their pussy become very wet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe husband keeps shoving harder and harder till after a point they shut really and spray out sticky white juice from their cocks. Sometimes they spray inside the pussy, sometimes on their belly. But most times, the husband wears a condom when they spray inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood girl. So it seems none of your friends know how to make a man real hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, no, their husbands told them to touch and jerk their dicks with their hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeems I have to teach my wife a lot of things.\u201d<\/p>\n
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