My Mother Sudharani Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

My Mother Sudharani Pt. 02

... his failure to hold back. He saw his mother and father's shapes stop moving and his father slump down. His breathing was coming in hard, panting almost.

"Fuck..." he gasped, almost indecipherable thanks to his lack of breath. At the same time his mom let out something that could only be described as a strangled sound of frustration coupled with disappointment.

"Shit... sorry," his father mumbled as he pushed himself to a kneeling position. "Just... just gimme a sec."

What followed was truly a sad couple of moments. He obviously tried to get it going again, judging by the swift, almost frantic, squishy sounds coming from the window. And surya felt sad more than anything for his mother.

After a while surya watched his father get back on top of her. He gave a few half hearted thrusts before sitting back up, followed by even more squishy sounds, near desperate this time around. A second attempt lasted even shorter.

"Just... ugh..." sudharani grunted. There was understandable frustration in her voice, but surya could tell that she tried to hold it back. "It's okay. Just... just forget it." Surya saw her shape roll out from underneath him before moving towards the edge of the bed. "It's... okay. Again." The last word was just barely audible and the way his father was panting surya was reasonably sure he hadn't picked it up.

Surya got a good view of the outline of her amazing shape as she stood up though, illuminated by the light coming from inside the room. ...

... Sudharani was the most beautiful woman he had seen. She was a gorgeous beauty with enormous breasts and shoulder wide hips accentuated with a narrow meaty waist.

Sudharani was bewildered to see her son surya still standing at the door. This wasn't usual. He would usually return to his room as soon as he saw his parent's finish their clumsy sex. Atleast that's what he had been doing for the past three months. Sudharani knew her son was watching them since three months now. She knew right from the day one. But for some reason unknown to her she would anyhow leave the door open. But today he was letting her feel his presence.

Finally surya slipped away to his room only to return after some fifteen minutes. Surya silently entered his parents bedroom and saw his mother sleeping quietly beside his snoring father.

A jolt ran through surya's lower stomach when he began sliding his hand across her skin. He had definitely crossed a line, he knew, but the jolt was one of excitement rather than guilt. Her skin was so soft and he could slip one finger under her blouse strap without any issue whatsoever. The back of that finger felt like it was on fire as he let it slide along the cloth. Lower and lower, only pausing when it rested against the side of her breast.

This was it. So far surya had only teetered on the line. Now he was about to step right over it.

And he did. With a great deal of anticipation and excitement. No hesitation.

His finger began to move the fabric, pushing ...