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Ravi thinks twice before sending the picture to his mother. But, that extra second he took was only to make sure his meat looked irresistible. Just like his mother, he too is still not fully sure how to explain his actions but is also extremely keen to know what happens next.
Uma has received the picture of her son, Ravi, sent her. And she has just opened it.
Uma: Why are you so hard, son? I have never seen anything like this before!
Me: Oh. Come on, Mom. Just leave it. You don’t have to comment on it, Please. I have sent you the picture you wanted. Now, delete it!
Uma: And… Are you naked? You are completely naked, aren’t you?
Me: Let’s talk about something else, Mom. Please! Or let’s just sleep for whatever little time we have until sunrise.
Uma: Yeah? You want to sleep, now? You feel sleepy all of a sudden?
Me: You asked me to send you the picture, Mom. I did that. Let’s please stop this conversation, right here.
Uma: You feel guilty about it?
Me: This is just not right, Mom.
Uma: You realized that only after you send the picture of your dick? And that too twice! You feel bad about it only now?
Me: Mom! We should stop this!
Uma: Yes…Yes… We should. We really should stop this.
Me: Yeah.
Uma: Yes. I really think we should stop this. And right now! This is going a little too far…
Me: Yes, Mom. Please.
Uma: But, I have two things to ask you, my boy.
Me: What now?
Uma: Firstly, I did not ask you to remove your top. And, secondly and more importantly, I don’t think I asked you for a picture of your hard cock.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Correct me if I am wrong, Ravi. I just don’t really remember asking you to do it. After all, all this while, you were telling me you were only doing what I wanted you to. I mean, what I ‘insisted’ you to do.
Me: We should just stop this.
Uma: The first picture itself had your veins starting to get pumped, and your cock looked very happy to be displayed like that. This time, you are very very erect, Ravi.
Me: Mom, please.
Uma: What?
Me: It is normal.
Uma: What is normal, Ravi? Sending your mother a picture of your erect cock is normal? I did not know!
Me: Ohh Mom. Not this, again. Why is that you keep making me feel at fault? Whatever you say does not seem to matter. I am only trying to do as you say!
Uma: Hahaha. I can’t believe you still dare to tell me that. Maybe, you have been doing only what you always wanted to do, throughout our conversation.
Me: Mom, Please!
Uma: What?
Me: Okay. I am sorry about removing my tank top, and being in the nude when I clicked the picture. I just got carried away. I am really sorry. It just happened. I don’t know what got into me. I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: I know, Ravi. I can guess what must have happened. And, I don’t blame you. Maybe, if I was in your place, I too would have done something similar.
Me: I am extremely sorry, Mom.
Uma: But, what I don’t understand is… How can this keep happening to you? You said you made a mistake when you send me a picture of your penis, the first time, too, and you said you regret it. You said it was a mistake. And, I believed you.
Me: It was a mistake, Mom.
Uma: Then, what about now? This is the second time you are sending me a picture of your dick. Agreed, you can say I asked you for it. But, you could have chosen not to, just like you claim you wished. I don’t think it was a mistake this time. I think you are liking this. Sending your naked picture to your mother. Like you always wanted to do it.
Me: No, Mom! Please, stop it. That is not true, Mom. I have never wanted anything like that.
Uma: I cannot imagine the fact that you are fully naked, right now, as you text me.
Me: Please, Mom. I am sorry. Just give me a minute. I will put my clothes back, immediately.
Uma: Don’t. Just don’t take a break from this conversation, unless I tell you to. I am not done talking to you.
Me: Just a second, Mom. Please. I feel so embarrassed, already.
Uma: What difference will that make, Ravi? Why even bother putting your clothes back, now!
Me: I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: Have you done this before, as-well? Were you naked any of the other times we talked on the phone? You have been, right? I think you have always done this, with me, Ravi.
Me: Please, Mom. Believe me. I have never done this before. Please forgive me for this. I am sorry.
Uma: Okay. Fine. I forgive you for being naked. But, what about your extremely erect cock, Ravi? You really owe me an explanation with that. I have never ever heard about anybody having such a raging hard-on. Did you just use a performance enhancing supplement before sending your own mother a picture of your cock?
Me: No, Mom. Please don’t say anything like that.
Uma: Then what is it?
Me: I only held it in my hand, for a second, before taking the picture. It was already very erect.
Uma: You must have been stroking it, all the while you texted me.
Me: No, Mom. I did not touch it at all. I took it in my hand, only when you asked me for a picture. It was hard, already.
Uma: There is no way a dick will go so hard, without even being touched.
Me: Mine does, Mom.
Uma: No. That is not possible.
Me: Yes, Mom. Mine really does.
Uma: Is it something else, Ravi? You don’t have to hide anything with me, anymore.
Me: Something else? Like what, Mom? It is really nothing.
Uma: Is it the fact that you were sending the picture to your mother that got you excited? You can be honest, Ravi. I won’t mind if you tell me the truth.
Me: No, Mom. It is nothing like that.
Uma: Or did you just think something like you are sending it to a mature, lonely, unsatisfied woman, you might have a chance with?
Me: Oh, please. Mom. Come on… Don’t do this to me.
Uma: Maybe… You played with it, a little bit after I asked you for the picture, the second time.
Me: No, Mom. Seriously!
Uma: Then, how is it that you are so hard? Ravi?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: You are very sure it is not because you sent it to me?
Me: Yes, Mom.
Uma: Wait. Let me ask you something else, now.
Me: What is it, Mom?
Uma: If we were having this conversation for real… I mean face to face… Directly… Will you still have the guts to show me your cock?
Me: What?
Uma: Will you show me your cock, Ravi, if I was right in front of you?
Me: Oh, Mom… Like real? Please, Mom. You know that will never happen.
Uma: Hahaha. Let’s see… Hahaha… Leave it, then!
Me: Hmmm…
Uma: So, you are telling me your cock is always this hard?
Me: Mostly.
Uma: Is it like you always walk around with a cock so hard?
Me: That is not what I said, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. When do you normally have a hard-on, Baby? Maybe, you can skip that question. Just tell me when does it turn this hard!
Me: Mom!
Uma: Tell me, baby. You don’t have to feel shy. Not now. And, not anymore.
Me: When I am with my girlfriends, I guess.
Uma: Girlfriends? Like you have many!
Me: Not many. Just three.
Uma: Ravi! I never knew there was a Romeo in you. And, you still have them all together? Hahaha. Oh, you are one naughty boy!
Me: No, Mom. Not all of them together.
Uma: So, only one now. But, what I cannot understand is that who is so stupid to break up with you? What happened?
Me: Errr… It’s nothing, Mom.
Uma: It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me the details. But tell me this. Did you send your naked pictures to all three of them?
Me: Stop it, Mom.
Uma: No, wait, why? Why would you send them pictures when you can show them your cock in real! You exposed yourself in front of them, didn’t you?
Me: Why are you asking me all this, Mom?
Uma: Did you ever have sex, baby? You had sex with all 3 of them, right?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: Now, are you going to tell me that you are a virgin?
Me: Mom, It is like…
Uma: You did have sex with them!
Me: Yes, Mom. I did have sex. I am sorry.
Uma: With all 3?
Me: No, Mom. With my current girlfriend, only.
Uma: What is her name? You serious about her?
Me: Her name is Saba shaini. I really like her. I am sorry, Mom. A lot has happened over the last few months.
Uma: No. No. It is okay. It is nothing you have to apologize for. Tell me what happened. I want to know what my son has been doing,
Me: I can’t, Mom. How can I tell you all this?
Uma: She came home? And, I did not even know?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: So, she is your college mate?
Me: She is not in my college. But studies in the girls’ college nearby.
Uma: So, you went to her house?
Me: No, Mom. Hhmmm… Actually, she has a car. We made out inside her car. And, also had sex a few times.
Uma: Hahaha. Oh my, Ravi!
Me: What, Mom?
Uma: How did you manage to?
Me: I knew her well before we started dating, Mom. And, after my second break up, we were just casually talking, and I felt she was the kind of person I wanted. And even she felt the same. So, that is how.
Uma: Hahahaha. Oh my baby. That is not what I meant.
Me: Err… What else did you mean, Mom?
Mona: Hahaha. What I really asked was, how did you manage to have sex inside a car?
Me: Mom.
Uma: So, Saba shaini gets you this hard?
Me: Yes. Most of the time.
Uma: When she is naked or otherwise too?
Me: Whenever she is with me, I guess.
Uma: Oh my. How does she look?
Me: She looks good, Mom. I like her.
Uma: More beautiful than your mother?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I haven’t really thought about it like that.
Uma: Is she very hot?
Me: Kinda.
Uma: Hotter than me?
Me: Mom. I don’t know.
Uma: What about her assets? Does she have big sexy boobs? Is she thick and curvy?
Me: Mom. She has a good body, Mom. She is like everybody else.
Uma: She has a body similar to mine?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: What do you mean by you don’t know? You know how my body is. And you know how her body is. You would have compared her body to someone else’s when you saw her naked the first time!
Me: I just don’t know, Mom! I don’t think a lot when I am with her.
Uma: I understand. And, I can also imagine how good a time Saba shaini must be having. She must be addicted to you. Your Dad is only 4 inches, and I still miss him so much. I cannot stop thinking about how badly Saba shaini must be craving for your meaty cock, every second. I don’t think another man can ever fill your place.
Me: Why, Mom? What makes you say all this?
Uma: Your Dad can be replaced, Ravi. Any man would do. They are all the same. But once you are inside a woman, somebody as big as you, Ravi, she will never feel another man. You are special. And I am so proud of you, Son.
Me: Mom.
Uma: But, I am also sad that I am so unlucky.
Me: But, Why?
Uma: Because I can never have you.
Me: Oh my, Mom! I cannot believe you said that. You don’t mean it, do you? Please say you don’t!
Uma: Were you thinking of her when you send me the picture, baby?
Me: No. Mom. We should end this. This is not okay.
Uma: How is your cock so hard then?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. You won’t get an answer because you keep asking me the same question a million times. I really don’t know.
Uma: Tell me what exactly you had in your mind when you took that picture?
Me: Nothing at all, Mom. I was only trying to fit the whole of my penis in the picture. That is all I was thinking about.
Uma: WOW!
Me: MOM!
Uma: I mean. What? How is it that you have such a big cock, Ravi? You grew up in front of me, and yet I never noticed. I never thought…
Me: Ohh Mom.
Uma: It makes me wonder how you managed to have sex inside a car even more. Did you have enough space? Your hard cock alone needs so much space. Hahaha. How is Saba shaini managing to take you in? I bet only half of your big tool is going inside her.
Me: You are only making me feel more miserable, Mom.
Uma: Why, baby? I am not trying to make you feel bad. You should be happy I am telling you all this. And I think there is one more thing I should tell you, now. Whatever the reason is behind your unbelievable erection, I am glad you took the effort to send me the picture. That is easily the best sight anybody can have at 6:00 AM. I am looking at it, after every text I send you.
Me: I don’t know what to reply. I just don’t understand what all this means, Mom. I only wish you would stop looking at the picture, and delete it.
Uma: Hahaha. I will. Maybe if you tell me what made you so hard and excited, I will think about deleting the picture. There definitely must have been something in your mind.
Me: Why are you asking me this, again and again? Every-time I feel we are done with this, you bring it back. I really did not have anything in my mind.
Uma: Don’t lie, my boy!
Me: I am not lying, Mom. This is the truth, and I have been repeating this, for almost an hour, now.
Uma: Okay, fine. Then, tell me this… Did you imagine me in my nighty, any time during our conversation?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: That is a lie! You did, a little.
Me: Errr… A little, yes. But, only because we talked about it.
Uma: Aaha! Somebody has finally started talking. And did you like me in it? How did I look, baby?
Me: Mom. I just thought about it. I did not really picture you in it.
Uma: Tell me the truth, baby. You must have imagined me doing something wearing a nighty. Maybe, talking to you in a nighty that was a little too thin, and also a little too revealing around the bust. Or, maybe I walked around the house in a nighty that showed a little too much of my legs. Or maybe I was sharing a bed with you, and sleeping in one of the baby-doll nighties that made me look almost uncovered.
Me: No! Never! I never thought of anything like that.
Uma: Well, then, why don’t you try doing it, now?
Me: What? Why? No Mom. I don’t want to.
Uma: Is it like you don’t want to, or you are not able to? I will send you a picture of me in one of my nighties if that can help.
Me: Mom, That is totally unwanted. You are only making this worse. I don’t want to imagine or see you in one of your nighties.
Uma: I am not showing you a picture of my pussy like you showed me your dick! I am only sending you a picture wearing my regular nightwear. And, according to me, you have already thought something very nasty about me, in one of them.
Me: No, Mom. Please! I did not. And, I never will. I don’t want to. Why would I ever?
Uma: Relax, baby. You don’t have to react like this. I was just trying to figure out what must have been the reason.
Me: Just stop this, Mom.
Uma: Did you imagine me to be one of your girlfriends? Or someone you are flirting with? Or someone you are just having fun with?
Me: Stop it, Mom. This is not funny anymore. Try reading all these texts one more time, and you will realize how meaningless it is. And, if anybody was reading this, they would feel the same.
Uma: Why are you still so shy talking to me? And, who else is going to read our messages? And if at all somebody reads this, they will understand!
Me: I feel uncomfortable.
Uma: Why?
Me: Because you are my mother.
Uma: And, sending your mother a photo of your naked hard cock is something that makes you feel extremely conformable?
Me: You asked me for the picture, Mom.
Mona: Did I?
Me: You did!
Uma: Did I? Really?
Me: Yes. You asked for it. You wanted it!
Uma: And, you gave me?
Me: Yes I gave you. Because you asked.
Uma: So, you will really give me anything I want! You were indeed very serious when you said that!
Me: What is this, Mom?
Me: What is this, Mom?
Uma: If you really wanted to, you would have left this conversation long back, baby.
Me: I don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you to feel lonely. That is all.
Uma: If that was the case, you would not be giving me promises you cannot fulfill. Further hurting me!
Me: I haven’t given you any promises I cannot fulfill. And, I have not hurt you.
Uma: Well, yes. You have kept your word, so far. And, I appreciate you for that. But, are you sure you can continue doing it? Give me an answer, baby.
Me: Yes, I am sure. I know what I have promised. And, that is also the only reason I am doing everything you are asking me to. But, you and I, both, know I did not want to send you those pictures.
Uma: Maybe, it is just that you haven’t realized it yet. You want this to continue as much as I want. Or, even more, than I want it. You are just waiting for me to ask you for more.
Me: That is not true, Mom.
Uma: You can object, babe. But, you very well know what the truth is. You know you want this too.
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: What you want to believe does not really matter, baby. You made a promise, and you are giving me everything I want.
Me: What?
Uma: Send me a video, baby. Make it fast! Let’s not waste time arguing.
Me: What video?
Me: What video?
Umaa: A video of you stroking your hard dick!
Me: This cannot be happening. I cannot believe you want that from me, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. Don’t waste time, trying to make yourself believe what I want from you. Let me confirm it for you already. I want to see my son stroke his cock. I want to see his meat in action. Just send me the video. Right Now!
Though at a very slow pace, Ravi had already been unknowingly stroking his erect cock, non-stop, the last few minutes. It started in a very organic manner, and he had no idea that he was playing with his cock.
But, when his mother asked him for a video of the same, he just did not know if he really wanted to do it. Or, maybe he just did not know how much he wanted to do it as she had said.
As he focused on his new task and stroked his cock faster, he was only continuing the act his sub-conscious mind had forced him to already do. Also giving himself a lot of pleasure, as he shot the 30-second long video.
His foreskin retracted up and down, causing more blood to pump into his penis, and within a few seconds, his hot-rod was almost ready to explode.
Not even bothering to check the video he had shot, Ravi immediately send it to his mother, who very keenly waited for more of her son’s pleasing vulgarity
To be continued.
Uma has received the picture of her son, Ravi, sent her. And she has just opened it.
Uma: Why are you so hard, son? I have never seen anything like this before!
Me: Oh. Come on, Mom. Just leave it. You don’t have to comment on it, Please. I have sent you the picture you wanted. Now, delete it!
Uma: And… Are you naked? You are completely naked, aren’t you?
Me: Let’s talk about something else, Mom. Please! Or let’s just sleep for whatever little time we have until sunrise.
Uma: Yeah? You want to sleep, now? You feel sleepy all of a sudden?
Me: You asked me to send you the picture, Mom. I did that. Let’s please stop this conversation, right here.
Uma: You feel guilty about it?
Me: This is just not right, Mom.
Uma: You realized that only after you send the picture of your dick? And that too twice! You feel bad about it only now?
Me: Mom! We should stop this!
Uma: Yes…Yes… We should. We really should stop this.
Me: Yeah.
Uma: Yes. I really think we should stop this. And right now! This is going a little too far…
Me: Yes, Mom. Please.
Uma: But, I have two things to ask you, my boy.
Me: What now?
Uma: Firstly, I did not ask you to remove your top. And, secondly and more importantly, I don’t think I asked you for a picture of your hard cock.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Correct me if I am wrong, Ravi. I just don’t really remember asking you to do it. After all, all this while, you were telling me you were only doing what I wanted you to. I mean, what I ‘insisted’ you to do.
Me: We should just stop this.
Uma: The first picture itself had your veins starting to get pumped, and your cock looked very happy to be displayed like that. This time, you are very very erect, Ravi.
Me: Mom, please.
Uma: What?
Me: It is normal.
Uma: What is normal, Ravi? Sending your mother a picture of your erect cock is normal? I did not know!
Me: Ohh Mom. Not this, again. Why is that you keep making me feel at fault? Whatever you say does not seem to matter. I am only trying to do as you say!
Uma: Hahaha. I can’t believe you still dare to tell me that. Maybe, you have been doing only what you always wanted to do, throughout our conversation.
Me: Mom, Please!
Uma: What?
Me: Okay. I am sorry about removing my tank top, and being in the nude when I clicked the picture. I just got carried away. I am really sorry. It just happened. I don’t know what got into me. I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: I know, Ravi. I can guess what must have happened. And, I don’t blame you. Maybe, if I was in your place, I too would have done something similar.
Me: I am extremely sorry, Mom.
Uma: But, what I don’t understand is… How can this keep happening to you? You said you made a mistake when you send me a picture of your penis, the first time, too, and you said you regret it. You said it was a mistake. And, I believed you.
Me: It was a mistake, Mom.
Uma: Then, what about now? This is the second time you are sending me a picture of your dick. Agreed, you can say I asked you for it. But, you could have chosen not to, just like you claim you wished. I don’t think it was a mistake this time. I think you are liking this. Sending your naked picture to your mother. Like you always wanted to do it.
Me: No, Mom! Please, stop it. That is not true, Mom. I have never wanted anything like that.
Uma: I cannot imagine the fact that you are fully naked, right now, as you text me.
Me: Please, Mom. I am sorry. Just give me a minute. I will put my clothes back, immediately.
Uma: Don’t. Just don’t take a break from this conversation, unless I tell you to. I am not done talking to you.
Me: Just a second, Mom. Please. I feel so embarrassed, already.
Uma: What difference will that make, Ravi? Why even bother putting your clothes back, now!
Me: I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: Have you done this before, as-well? Were you naked any of the other times we talked on the phone? You have been, right? I think you have always done this, with me, Ravi.
Me: Please, Mom. Believe me. I have never done this before. Please forgive me for this. I am sorry.
Uma: Okay. Fine. I forgive you for being naked. But, what about your extremely erect cock, Ravi? You really owe me an explanation with that. I have never ever heard about anybody having such a raging hard-on. Did you just use a performance enhancing supplement before sending your own mother a picture of your cock?
Me: No, Mom. Please don’t say anything like that.
Uma: Then what is it?
Me: I only held it in my hand, for a second, before taking the picture. It was already very erect.
Uma: You must have been stroking it, all the while you texted me.
Me: No, Mom. I did not touch it at all. I took it in my hand, only when you asked me for a picture. It was hard, already.
Uma: There is no way a dick will go so hard, without even being touched.
Me: Mine does, Mom.
Uma: No. That is not possible.
Me: Yes, Mom. Mine really does.
Uma: Is it something else, Ravi? You don’t have to hide anything with me, anymore.
Me: Something else? Like what, Mom? It is really nothing.
Uma: Is it the fact that you were sending the picture to your mother that got you excited? You can be honest, Ravi. I won’t mind if you tell me the truth.
Me: No, Mom. It is nothing like that.
Uma: Or did you just think something like you are sending it to a mature, lonely, unsatisfied woman, you might have a chance with?
Me: Oh, please. Mom. Come on… Don’t do this to me.
Uma: Maybe… You played with it, a little bit after I asked you for the picture, the second time.
Me: No, Mom. Seriously!
Uma: Then, how is it that you are so hard? Ravi?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: You are very sure it is not because you sent it to me?
Me: Yes, Mom.
Uma: Wait. Let me ask you something else, now.
Me: What is it, Mom?
Uma: If we were having this conversation for real… I mean face to face… Directly… Will you still have the guts to show me your cock?
Me: What?
Uma: Will you show me your cock, Ravi, if I was right in front of you?
Me: Oh, Mom… Like real? Please, Mom. You know that will never happen.
Uma: Hahaha. Let’s see… Hahaha… Leave it, then!
Me: Hmmm…
Uma: So, you are telling me your cock is always this hard?
Me: Mostly.
Uma: Is it like you always walk around with a cock so hard?
Me: That is not what I said, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. When do you normally have a hard-on, Baby? Maybe, you can skip that question. Just tell me when does it turn this hard!
Me: Mom!
Uma: Tell me, baby. You don’t have to feel shy. Not now. And, not anymore.
Me: When I am with my girlfriends, I guess.
Uma: Girlfriends? Like you have many!
Me: Not many. Just three.
Uma: Ravi! I never knew there was a Romeo in you. And, you still have them all together? Hahaha. Oh, you are one naughty boy!
Me: No, Mom. Not all of them together.
Uma: So, only one now. But, what I cannot understand is that who is so stupid to break up with you? What happened?
Me: Errr… It’s nothing, Mom.
Uma: It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me the details. But tell me this. Did you send your naked pictures to all three of them?
Me: Stop it, Mom.
Uma: No, wait, why? Why would you send them pictures when you can show them your cock in real! You exposed yourself in front of them, didn’t you?
Me: Why are you asking me all this, Mom?
Uma: Did you ever have sex, baby? You had sex with all 3 of them, right?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: Now, are you going to tell me that you are a virgin?
Me: Mom, It is like…
Uma: You did have sex with them!
Me: Yes, Mom. I did have sex. I am sorry.
Uma: With all 3?
Me: No, Mom. With my current girlfriend, only.
Uma: What is her name? You serious about her?
Me: Her name is Saba shaini. I really like her. I am sorry, Mom. A lot has happened over the last few months.
Uma: No. No. It is okay. It is nothing you have to apologize for. Tell me what happened. I want to know what my son has been doing,
Me: I can’t, Mom. How can I tell you all this?
Uma: She came home? And, I did not even know?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: So, she is your college mate?
Me: She is not in my college. But studies in the girls’ college nearby.
Uma: So, you went to her house?
Me: No, Mom. Hhmmm… Actually, she has a car. We made out inside her car. And, also had sex a few times.
Uma: Hahaha. Oh my, Ravi!
Me: What, Mom?
Uma: How did you manage to?
Me: I knew her well before we started dating, Mom. And, after my second break up, we were just casually talking, and I felt she was the kind of person I wanted. And even she felt the same. So, that is how.
Uma: Hahahaha. Oh my baby. That is not what I meant.
Me: Err… What else did you mean, Mom?
Mona: Hahaha. What I really asked was, how did you manage to have sex inside a car?
Me: Mom.
Uma: So, Saba shaini gets you this hard?
Me: Yes. Most of the time.
Uma: When she is naked or otherwise too?
Me: Whenever she is with me, I guess.
Uma: Oh my. How does she look?
Me: She looks good, Mom. I like her.
Uma: More beautiful than your mother?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I haven’t really thought about it like that.
Uma: Is she very hot?
Me: Kinda.
Uma: Hotter than me?
Me: Mom. I don’t know.
Uma: What about her assets? Does she have big sexy boobs? Is she thick and curvy?
Me: Mom. She has a good body, Mom. She is like everybody else.
Uma: She has a body similar to mine?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: What do you mean by you don’t know? You know how my body is. And you know how her body is. You would have compared her body to someone else’s when you saw her naked the first time!
Me: I just don’t know, Mom! I don’t think a lot when I am with her.
Uma: I understand. And, I can also imagine how good a time Saba shaini must be having. She must be addicted to you. Your Dad is only 4 inches, and I still miss him so much. I cannot stop thinking about how badly Saba shaini must be craving for your meaty cock, every second. I don’t think another man can ever fill your place.
Me: Why, Mom? What makes you say all this?
Uma: Your Dad can be replaced, Ravi. Any man would do. They are all the same. But once you are inside a woman, somebody as big as you, Ravi, she will never feel another man. You are special. And I am so proud of you, Son.
Me: Mom.
Uma: But, I am also sad that I am so unlucky.
Me: But, Why?
Uma: Because I can never have you.
Me: Oh my, Mom! I cannot believe you said that. You don’t mean it, do you? Please say you don’t!
Uma: Were you thinking of her when you send me the picture, baby?
Me: No. Mom. We should end this. This is not okay.
Uma: How is your cock so hard then?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. You won’t get an answer because you keep asking me the same question a million times. I really don’t know.
Uma: Tell me what exactly you had in your mind when you took that picture?
Me: Nothing at all, Mom. I was only trying to fit the whole of my penis in the picture. That is all I was thinking about.
Uma: WOW!
Me: MOM!
Uma: I mean. What? How is it that you have such a big cock, Ravi? You grew up in front of me, and yet I never noticed. I never thought…
Me: Ohh Mom.
Uma: It makes me wonder how you managed to have sex inside a car even more. Did you have enough space? Your hard cock alone needs so much space. Hahaha. How is Saba shaini managing to take you in? I bet only half of your big tool is going inside her.
Me: You are only making me feel more miserable, Mom.
Uma: Why, baby? I am not trying to make you feel bad. You should be happy I am telling you all this. And I think there is one more thing I should tell you, now. Whatever the reason is behind your unbelievable erection, I am glad you took the effort to send me the picture. That is easily the best sight anybody can have at 6:00 AM. I am looking at it, after every text I send you.
Me: I don’t know what to reply. I just don’t understand what all this means, Mom. I only wish you would stop looking at the picture, and delete it.
Uma: Hahaha. I will. Maybe if you tell me what made you so hard and excited, I will think about deleting the picture. There definitely must have been something in your mind.
Me: Why are you asking me this, again and again? Every-time I feel we are done with this, you bring it back. I really did not have anything in my mind.
Uma: Don’t lie, my boy!
Me: I am not lying, Mom. This is the truth, and I have been repeating this, for almost an hour, now.
Uma: Okay, fine. Then, tell me this… Did you imagine me in my nighty, any time during our conversation?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: That is a lie! You did, a little.
Me: Errr… A little, yes. But, only because we talked about it.
Uma: Aaha! Somebody has finally started talking. And did you like me in it? How did I look, baby?
Me: Mom. I just thought about it. I did not really picture you in it.
Uma: Tell me the truth, baby. You must have imagined me doing something wearing a nighty. Maybe, talking to you in a nighty that was a little too thin, and also a little too revealing around the bust. Or, maybe I walked around the house in a nighty that showed a little too much of my legs. Or maybe I was sharing a bed with you, and sleeping in one of the baby-doll nighties that made me look almost uncovered.
Me: No! Never! I never thought of anything like that.
Uma: Well, then, why don’t you try doing it, now?
Me: What? Why? No Mom. I don’t want to.
Uma: Is it like you don’t want to, or you are not able to? I will send you a picture of me in one of my nighties if that can help.
Me: Mom, That is totally unwanted. You are only making this worse. I don’t want to imagine or see you in one of your nighties.
Uma: I am not showing you a picture of my pussy like you showed me your dick! I am only sending you a picture wearing my regular nightwear. And, according to me, you have already thought something very nasty about me, in one of them.
Me: No, Mom. Please! I did not. And, I never will. I don’t want to. Why would I ever?
Uma: Relax, baby. You don’t have to react like this. I was just trying to figure out what must have been the reason.
Me: Just stop this, Mom.
Uma: Did you imagine me to be one of your girlfriends? Or someone you are flirting with? Or someone you are just having fun with?
Me: Stop it, Mom. This is not funny anymore. Try reading all these texts one more time, and you will realize how meaningless it is. And, if anybody was reading this, they would feel the same.
Uma: Why are you still so shy talking to me? And, who else is going to read our messages? And if at all somebody reads this, they will understand!
Me: I feel uncomfortable.
Uma: Why?
Me: Because you are my mother.
Uma: And, sending your mother a photo of your naked hard cock is something that makes you feel extremely conformable?
Me: You asked me for the picture, Mom.
Mona: Did I?
Me: You did!
Uma: Did I? Really?
Me: Yes. You asked for it. You wanted it!
Uma: And, you gave me?
Me: Yes I gave you. Because you asked.
Uma: So, you will really give me anything I want! You were indeed very serious when you said that!
Me: What is this, Mom?
Me: What is this, Mom?
Uma: If you really wanted to, you would have left this conversation long back, baby.
Me: I don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you to feel lonely. That is all.
Uma: If that was the case, you would not be giving me promises you cannot fulfill. Further hurting me!
Me: I haven’t given you any promises I cannot fulfill. And, I have not hurt you.
Uma: Well, yes. You have kept your word, so far. And, I appreciate you for that. But, are you sure you can continue doing it? Give me an answer, baby.
Me: Yes, I am sure. I know what I have promised. And, that is also the only reason I am doing everything you are asking me to. But, you and I, both, know I did not want to send you those pictures.
Uma: Maybe, it is just that you haven’t realized it yet. You want this to continue as much as I want. Or, even more, than I want it. You are just waiting for me to ask you for more.
Me: That is not true, Mom.
Uma: You can object, babe. But, you very well know what the truth is. You know you want this too.
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: What you want to believe does not really matter, baby. You made a promise, and you are giving me everything I want.
Me: What?
Uma: Send me a video, baby. Make it fast! Let’s not waste time arguing.
Me: What video?
Me: What video?
Umaa: A video of you stroking your hard dick!
Me: This cannot be happening. I cannot believe you want that from me, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. Don’t waste time, trying to make yourself believe what I want from you. Let me confirm it for you already. I want to see my son stroke his cock. I want to see his meat in action. Just send me the video. Right Now!
Though at a very slow pace, Ravi had already been unknowingly stroking his erect cock, non-stop, the last few minutes. It started in a very organic manner, and he had no idea that he was playing with his cock.
But, when his mother asked him for a video of the same, he just did not know if he really wanted to do it. Or, maybe he just did not know how much he wanted to do it as she had said.
As he focused on his new task and stroked his cock faster, he was only continuing the act his sub-conscious mind had forced him to already do. Also giving himself a lot of pleasure, as he shot the 30-second long video.
His foreskin retracted up and down, causing more blood to pump into his penis, and within a few seconds, his hot-rod was almost ready to explode.
Not even bothering to check the video he had shot, Ravi immediately send it to his mother, who very keenly waited for more of her son’s pleasing vulgarity
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Uma: Hhhmmmm. Lovely. Yes. That looks amazing.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Fuck you, Ravi! You filthy bastard. You make me drip. I want to suck that hard cock of yours right now. I know your thick cock is waiting to disappear inside my mouth. And, once I am done eating your meat, I will make you jizz all over my body, and cover me in your sticky semen.
Uma: I won’t stop squeezing your heavy cum filled balls until the last drop of your juices falls on me. I want to be drenched in your white-hot spunk. I want to be your slut for the rest of my life!
Me: What the hell! Did you just say that! Mom?
Uma: What is it, you stud?! You bloody monster! You did not like hearing what your naughty mummy just said? You have made mummy so horny, baby!
Me: Oh fuck! Shit.
Uma: Hahaha. You are huge!
Me: Is this really you, Mom?
Uma: Hahaha. I don’t think anybody can ever take in the whole of your pecker. It is just too big!
Me: Who is this? Are you really my mother? What is happening here? I cannot believe I send you that clip, either. Is this really you, Mom? Was it really you who asked me for the video?
Ravi tries calling Uma, as soon he finished sending the message. But, his call is immediately rejected. He opens his messaging app and finds a voice message from his mother.
“Yes, Ravi. It is me. Uma. It is really your mother,” was what the voice clip said. Ravi could confirm it was his mother, from her voice. But, what left him confused was the fact that she sounded very unusual. She was breathing heavily.
Ravi could not really authenticate, but it was very much like she was moaning. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.
Or was it just his feeling? Was his mother, in reality, crying?! But what about the messages she just sent? That was real! Or was it his own mind playing games?
Ravi just could not process all that happened in the last few minutes and decided to send his mother a text message.
Me: Are you alright, Mom? You don’t sound okay.
Uma: No. No. It’s fine. I am fine, baby. I am perfect.
Me: But you don’t sound okay.
Uma: I am okay, baby. It’s just that your dad is in the living room.
Me: What does that mean? How is it related to you not sounding okay?
Uma: It’s nothing, baby.
Me: There is something. Please tell me, will you!
Uma: There is nothing, Ravi. I just spoke in a very low voice. That is all.
Me: I just don’t understand you, Mom. Why do you have to do that?
Uma: Even I don’t understand you, baby. Why does it look like I am a trigger here?
Me: What do you mean?
Uma: Why is it that you get so offended and shocked only when I comment on your monster dick? You are fine sending me pictures and videos of your privates. You are very avidly taking part in this. But everything goes awry the moment I say something about it.
Me: This is not the time for that, Mom. Just tell me where you are.
Uma: Why does that matter so much?
Me: I just want to know everything is okay there!
Uma: I am in the common bathroom on the first floor, Baby the one adjacent to the living room.
Me: Why are you in there, at this time? Why did you go there in the first place? I thought you were in your room, upstairs, when you started texting me. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: I was in my bedroom. But then, I came down. Because Dad was in the other room, of course, by now, you must have guessed we don’t sleep together. But dad sleeps in the room just next to the one I use. So, I came down to the first floor.
Me: So what if Dad is in the room right next to yours? How is this all connected, Mom? And, why are you in the bathroom, because he is in the living room?
Uma: Because I was texting you, that is why I came down. And, when I heard your dad coming down, I got into the bathroom.
Me: But, why? That is what I want to know.
Uma: It’s just nothing!
Me: Why are you so bothered and worried about the fact that Dad is also downstairs?
Uma: It’s just that I did not expect him to be down so early. So, I was just not in a position to be seen by him. I was not ready. And, I rushed inside the bathroom, as soon as I heard his footsteps.
Me: I can’t follow you, Mom. What was it that you were doing that you did not want dad to see? And, why do you talk like you are hiding inside the toilet? What exactly are you doing in there?
Uma: If you are so concerned about what is happening at home, ask your dad what he is doing first. That would make more sense.
Me: What is it, Mom? Just tell me. It’s only 6:30 AM. I don’t know what is so unsettling that can happen at home, so early in the morning.
Uma: Well, your dad is leaving for a sudden three-day trip. He is packing for it. He said something urgent came up at work. And, I am sure he is lying.
Me: What makes you think so?
Umaa: When he took up this new role in the consultancy firm, he told me that he decided on the change of jobs because he was tired of traveling continuously. He was not enjoying it anymore.
Me: Yeah. He told me the same thing.
Uma: Yes. And, he also said that this new job does not demand any sort of travel. But, now, he has to go all of a sudden.
Me: But. That is how work is, Mom!
Uma: He is lying, Ayan. I am sure he is going somewhere with that whore bitch of his. He did not even dare to tell me he was going to be away directly. He sent me a message just now. Informing me, he is leaving. Can you believe that?
Me: Mom. That is bad. But, still.
Uma: But, what? It does not bother you that your dad is going to spend his nights with another woman? It does not bother you when you think of your dad naked on a bed with his mistress? Would you be okay if Ahaana was cheating on you? Will you be so relaxed if you realize that your girlfriend is sleeping with another guy from your college?
Me: Mom. Please! This has nothing to do with Ahaana. I get what you are going through. And, I feel for you. But…
Uma: But what? What is it?
Me: What are you doing in there? I want to know. Nothing explains you being inside the bathroom. I don’t understand any of this. And, are you going to talk to Dad, now? Are you sure he won’t see the pictures and videos on your phone? Delete it, okay! Please.
Uma: What exactly do you want, Ayan? Do you want to know what your dad is up to? Or you want me to delete the pictures? Or you want to know what I am doing inside the bathroom?
Me: I want to know it all, Mom. But, first. Just tell me this. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: What do you think I am doing?
Me: I would not be asking if I knew.
Uma: You did not understand from the voice message I sent you? Do you really have any idea?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I did not understand.
Uma: Why do you have to act so innocent? You are not a naive person, baby. Even you know that. You have very well had your share of fun.
Me: What does that have to do with this, Mom? Why are you blaming me for everything?
Uma: Isn’t it funny that you have everything to be a very dominant man. But, all you are is a very timid and very submissive wimp. What happened to all you ‘big’ assets, Son?
Me: So, this is still about that? This is still about the pictures and videos I sent you. Are you just trying to mess with me for that? What are you trying to prove, Mom? You know you are equally responsible for this.
Uma: Oh, yeah?
Me: Why are you punishing me like this? This is not fair. And, are you serious about anything you told me? Are you just making up all this shit about Dad and his lover and his cheating? Are you trying to see how far you can push me?
Uma: So, that is that what you think it is? Do you think this is all a joke?
Me: I think you have just been playing with me the whole time. At this time of the day, you must be cooking for Dad. And, he has to leave quickly. And, you are worried he will get angry that you are late. He is a perfect guy, but I know how angry he can be. In reality, you are in the kitchen, in a hurry to cook, but you are also wasting more time trying to humble your son.
Uma: No. Haha. No. No. Oh my. Hahaha! I am not doing any of that. How did you even manage to think about all this? Cooking for your dad is the last thing I want to be doing right now!
Me: Why? Doesn’t he need breakfast?
Uma: I don’t know. He will tell me if he needs breakfast. That is how it has been every day of late. I can hear him talk to the taxi driver on the phone. And, so he will leave soon.
Me: Okay. So, if he is this close to you, and you can even hear him speak, and there is also a chance he might come looking for you, then what are you doing inside the toilet? I don’t think Dad is anywhere near you. You are just lying. It is something else.
Uma: You want to see?
Me: See what? See what Dad is doing?
Uma: Haha. No! What I am doing!
( Ravi was typing the reply when he received a photo from Uma. And he opened it immediately.
It was a photo of the lower body of a woman, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, in front of a large mirror. The photo had the image from the mirror, shot by the woman, herself, using a mobile phone.
The woman in the photo was wearing a full length pink colored satin nighty that was conveniently raised up to expose the whole of her meaty legs.
Her legs were spread, bent knees making a ‘v’, revealing her very tempting inner thighs, and an equally inviting lusty clean-shaven pussy.
But, that was not the best part. She also had three of her fingers easily stuffed inside her love-hole, indicating how wet her cunt was, and how horny she was. And, also giving a good idea about how long she must have been engaging in the act of self-pleasuring.
Ravi was stunned. Was it a picture of his mother? Was it really his mother? It had to be his mother. Her face was not there in the picture. Even her upper body was missing. But, it was a picture his mother sent him. It just had to be her.
He was never expecting it. Not even after sending his mother sensitive pictures of himself. He, in-fact, still did not know if he wanted to expose himself for his mother. But, he was sure he never expected his mother to send him back anything similar.
And more importantly, he never thought he would receive a picture of his mother pleasing herself, feeling the insides of her moist pussy. He never thought his mother would have had her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she texted him.
But, at that very moment, he knew exactly how he wanted this to end. He knew exactly what he wanted. )
To be continued.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Fuck you, Ravi! You filthy bastard. You make me drip. I want to suck that hard cock of yours right now. I know your thick cock is waiting to disappear inside my mouth. And, once I am done eating your meat, I will make you jizz all over my body, and cover me in your sticky semen.
Uma: I won’t stop squeezing your heavy cum filled balls until the last drop of your juices falls on me. I want to be drenched in your white-hot spunk. I want to be your slut for the rest of my life!
Me: What the hell! Did you just say that! Mom?
Uma: What is it, you stud?! You bloody monster! You did not like hearing what your naughty mummy just said? You have made mummy so horny, baby!
Me: Oh fuck! Shit.
Uma: Hahaha. You are huge!
Me: Is this really you, Mom?
Uma: Hahaha. I don’t think anybody can ever take in the whole of your pecker. It is just too big!
Me: Who is this? Are you really my mother? What is happening here? I cannot believe I send you that clip, either. Is this really you, Mom? Was it really you who asked me for the video?
Ravi tries calling Uma, as soon he finished sending the message. But, his call is immediately rejected. He opens his messaging app and finds a voice message from his mother.
“Yes, Ravi. It is me. Uma. It is really your mother,” was what the voice clip said. Ravi could confirm it was his mother, from her voice. But, what left him confused was the fact that she sounded very unusual. She was breathing heavily.
Ravi could not really authenticate, but it was very much like she was moaning. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.
Or was it just his feeling? Was his mother, in reality, crying?! But what about the messages she just sent? That was real! Or was it his own mind playing games?
Ravi just could not process all that happened in the last few minutes and decided to send his mother a text message.
Me: Are you alright, Mom? You don’t sound okay.
Uma: No. No. It’s fine. I am fine, baby. I am perfect.
Me: But you don’t sound okay.
Uma: I am okay, baby. It’s just that your dad is in the living room.
Me: What does that mean? How is it related to you not sounding okay?
Uma: It’s nothing, baby.
Me: There is something. Please tell me, will you!
Uma: There is nothing, Ravi. I just spoke in a very low voice. That is all.
Me: I just don’t understand you, Mom. Why do you have to do that?
Uma: Even I don’t understand you, baby. Why does it look like I am a trigger here?
Me: What do you mean?
Uma: Why is it that you get so offended and shocked only when I comment on your monster dick? You are fine sending me pictures and videos of your privates. You are very avidly taking part in this. But everything goes awry the moment I say something about it.
Me: This is not the time for that, Mom. Just tell me where you are.
Uma: Why does that matter so much?
Me: I just want to know everything is okay there!
Uma: I am in the common bathroom on the first floor, Baby the one adjacent to the living room.
Me: Why are you in there, at this time? Why did you go there in the first place? I thought you were in your room, upstairs, when you started texting me. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: I was in my bedroom. But then, I came down. Because Dad was in the other room, of course, by now, you must have guessed we don’t sleep together. But dad sleeps in the room just next to the one I use. So, I came down to the first floor.
Me: So what if Dad is in the room right next to yours? How is this all connected, Mom? And, why are you in the bathroom, because he is in the living room?
Uma: Because I was texting you, that is why I came down. And, when I heard your dad coming down, I got into the bathroom.
Me: But, why? That is what I want to know.
Uma: It’s just nothing!
Me: Why are you so bothered and worried about the fact that Dad is also downstairs?
Uma: It’s just that I did not expect him to be down so early. So, I was just not in a position to be seen by him. I was not ready. And, I rushed inside the bathroom, as soon as I heard his footsteps.
Me: I can’t follow you, Mom. What was it that you were doing that you did not want dad to see? And, why do you talk like you are hiding inside the toilet? What exactly are you doing in there?
Uma: If you are so concerned about what is happening at home, ask your dad what he is doing first. That would make more sense.
Me: What is it, Mom? Just tell me. It’s only 6:30 AM. I don’t know what is so unsettling that can happen at home, so early in the morning.
Uma: Well, your dad is leaving for a sudden three-day trip. He is packing for it. He said something urgent came up at work. And, I am sure he is lying.
Me: What makes you think so?
Umaa: When he took up this new role in the consultancy firm, he told me that he decided on the change of jobs because he was tired of traveling continuously. He was not enjoying it anymore.
Me: Yeah. He told me the same thing.
Uma: Yes. And, he also said that this new job does not demand any sort of travel. But, now, he has to go all of a sudden.
Me: But. That is how work is, Mom!
Uma: He is lying, Ayan. I am sure he is going somewhere with that whore bitch of his. He did not even dare to tell me he was going to be away directly. He sent me a message just now. Informing me, he is leaving. Can you believe that?
Me: Mom. That is bad. But, still.
Uma: But, what? It does not bother you that your dad is going to spend his nights with another woman? It does not bother you when you think of your dad naked on a bed with his mistress? Would you be okay if Ahaana was cheating on you? Will you be so relaxed if you realize that your girlfriend is sleeping with another guy from your college?
Me: Mom. Please! This has nothing to do with Ahaana. I get what you are going through. And, I feel for you. But…
Uma: But what? What is it?
Me: What are you doing in there? I want to know. Nothing explains you being inside the bathroom. I don’t understand any of this. And, are you going to talk to Dad, now? Are you sure he won’t see the pictures and videos on your phone? Delete it, okay! Please.
Uma: What exactly do you want, Ayan? Do you want to know what your dad is up to? Or you want me to delete the pictures? Or you want to know what I am doing inside the bathroom?
Me: I want to know it all, Mom. But, first. Just tell me this. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: What do you think I am doing?
Me: I would not be asking if I knew.
Uma: You did not understand from the voice message I sent you? Do you really have any idea?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I did not understand.
Uma: Why do you have to act so innocent? You are not a naive person, baby. Even you know that. You have very well had your share of fun.
Me: What does that have to do with this, Mom? Why are you blaming me for everything?
Uma: Isn’t it funny that you have everything to be a very dominant man. But, all you are is a very timid and very submissive wimp. What happened to all you ‘big’ assets, Son?
Me: So, this is still about that? This is still about the pictures and videos I sent you. Are you just trying to mess with me for that? What are you trying to prove, Mom? You know you are equally responsible for this.
Uma: Oh, yeah?
Me: Why are you punishing me like this? This is not fair. And, are you serious about anything you told me? Are you just making up all this shit about Dad and his lover and his cheating? Are you trying to see how far you can push me?
Uma: So, that is that what you think it is? Do you think this is all a joke?
Me: I think you have just been playing with me the whole time. At this time of the day, you must be cooking for Dad. And, he has to leave quickly. And, you are worried he will get angry that you are late. He is a perfect guy, but I know how angry he can be. In reality, you are in the kitchen, in a hurry to cook, but you are also wasting more time trying to humble your son.
Uma: No. Haha. No. No. Oh my. Hahaha! I am not doing any of that. How did you even manage to think about all this? Cooking for your dad is the last thing I want to be doing right now!
Me: Why? Doesn’t he need breakfast?
Uma: I don’t know. He will tell me if he needs breakfast. That is how it has been every day of late. I can hear him talk to the taxi driver on the phone. And, so he will leave soon.
Me: Okay. So, if he is this close to you, and you can even hear him speak, and there is also a chance he might come looking for you, then what are you doing inside the toilet? I don’t think Dad is anywhere near you. You are just lying. It is something else.
Uma: You want to see?
Me: See what? See what Dad is doing?
Uma: Haha. No! What I am doing!
( Ravi was typing the reply when he received a photo from Uma. And he opened it immediately.
It was a photo of the lower body of a woman, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, in front of a large mirror. The photo had the image from the mirror, shot by the woman, herself, using a mobile phone.
The woman in the photo was wearing a full length pink colored satin nighty that was conveniently raised up to expose the whole of her meaty legs.
Her legs were spread, bent knees making a ‘v’, revealing her very tempting inner thighs, and an equally inviting lusty clean-shaven pussy.
But, that was not the best part. She also had three of her fingers easily stuffed inside her love-hole, indicating how wet her cunt was, and how horny she was. And, also giving a good idea about how long she must have been engaging in the act of self-pleasuring.
Ravi was stunned. Was it a picture of his mother? Was it really his mother? It had to be his mother. Her face was not there in the picture. Even her upper body was missing. But, it was a picture his mother sent him. It just had to be her.
He was never expecting it. Not even after sending his mother sensitive pictures of himself. He, in-fact, still did not know if he wanted to expose himself for his mother. But, he was sure he never expected his mother to send him back anything similar.
And more importantly, he never thought he would receive a picture of his mother pleasing herself, feeling the insides of her moist pussy. He never thought his mother would have had her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she texted him.
But, at that very moment, he knew exactly how he wanted this to end. He knew exactly what he wanted. )
To be continued.
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Great story..sir you are nice erotic story writerI am Ravi, a 21-year-old student currently pursuing my studies. My mother, Uma, is 40
years old and works as a dedicated teacher. She is a strong and supportive figure in my life, always encouraging me to pursue my goals and dreams. I am grateful for her unwavering love and guidance as I navigate through my academic journey. Last month, we attended a marriage which turned out to be a sweet memory in my life.
I met Meera aunty, one of my mom's closest friends. We arrived three days prior to the wedding. On the first day, I saw Meera aunty come out of the room and she looked stunning. She had draped her saree tightly around her, looking hot and sexy in that chiffon saree. Her full ripe ass disturbed my eyes very much and gave me an instant hard on for my dick.
three of us sat in the dining hall for breakfast. We had breakfast and Meera aunty finished first and went to wash her hands. Mom is still having her breakfast , talking with another friend. I finished mine and went to wash my hands. No one was there except me and Meera aunty. Her lousy back side facing me
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When she washed her hands, her buttocks jiggled like water balloons. I moved closer to her side and when she turned, I intentionally touched her soft buttocks over her saree. She looked at me and I apologized. She didn't seem to mind and went to the hallway.
Meera: Ravi, was that on purpose?
Ravi: Hello Meera Aunty. What was on purpose? I did not get that.
Meera: Stop messing around now. Did you do that purposefully, or was it seriously a mistake?
Ravi: Do what Meera Aunty?
Meera: Ok, now do not make me angry. Did you just grab my ass at the wedding? I am pretty sure I felt your firm grip on my body.
Ravi: What nonsense! I would never do such a thing. Maybe I touched you by mistake.
Meera: Well okay, I guess it was just that then. But I just wanted to tell you, I loved the way you pressed my ass cheek.
Ravi: What? What did you just say?
Meera: Exactly what you read. I loved it when you groped my ass and continued feeling me up in front of all those people.
Ravi: Meera Aunty, I am so sorry. I just lost my control. I did not mean to.
Meera: Now don’t feel bad, Ravi. I don’t hate you for it.
Ravi: Please don’t tell my mother. She would be furious.
Meera: Hahaha, why would I do that? I am a mother, too. I understand the feelings of a boy of your age.
Ravi: It was just from the heat of the moment. I had never had you this close to me before…
Meera: And so?
Ravi: And I never knew you had such a big booty. I just wanted to know how it felt.
Meera: And how did you find it to be?
Ravi: Firm, thick yet soft.
Meera: Just like how you have imagined them to be?
Ravi: Come on Aunty. I have never thought about you like that before.
Meera: Now that is a lie. I have seen you check me out, before too.
Ravi: Well, I am just sorry. But I never wanted to hurt you or touch your private parts.
Meera: So you have learned a lesson? You won’t do it again?
Arnav: No Aunty, trust me, please. I will never do such a thing. Please forgive me
Meera: What if I want you to?
Ravi: What?
Meera: What if I want you to touch my ass again?
Ravi: You cannot be serious!
Meera: I am. I don’t blame you for what happened today. It is normal, and I did dress to get all the attention.
Ravi: You knew all along that your ass was standing out? I mean, you had your pink kurta on top, but your ass still projected out from inside your black tights.
Meera: Yes, I knew that. I had worn no panties because I wanted my ass to be ogled at.
Ravi: I can’t believe you are telling this to me, and we are having this conversation.
Meera: When did you first notice my ass, today?
Ravi: The moment I saw you. I had your side view first when you were talking to my mother. Your ass looked bigger than ever.
Meera: So you have checked out my ass before too.
Ravi: Honestly, yes. I always liked your bubble butt. I have imagined you working out extra hard at the gym for that.
Meera: I have been working out really hard with the squats, for the shape I have now. I just wanted to show it off in its full glory today.
Ravi: I am glad you did that.
Meera: Somebody has started talking.
Ravi: I don’t know, I feel this is just what you want to hear.
Meera: Maybe. So what else had you planned to do today, if I had not left all that soon?
Ravi: Do you really want to know?
Meera: So what are you going to do the next time we meet? I always wish to be spanked on my butt.
Ravi: Well, since you have told, I am going to spank your butt so hard, the redness in your creamy ass cheeks would take a month to go.
Meera sends a picture of her ass in just a red thong.
Meera: What do you have to say about this?
Ravi: Oh fuck! I cannot believe this, I really did not expect this. Did you just take this picture now? Your ass is huge.
Meera: I wanted to send you a picture as soon as I pulled my tights down, after the wedding. But I thought I would keep my naked butt for later. And so put on this red thong for you.
Ravi: That glorious silky red thong isn’t covering much, though.
Meera: You have a problem with that?
Ravi: Not at all. Just that I wish you had something more loving in between your ass cheeks. Something better than a thin lace of thread.
Meera: And what would that be?
Ravi: My tongue, maybe. For now!
Meera: Did you just say you want to lick along my ass crack?
Ravi: I thought I said I wanted to lick your ass hole. And more.
Meera: Raaavvvvviiiii! You know what? Fuck you, hahaha…
Ravi: You know what Meera Aunty, or just Meera? Shut up and suck my dick, bitch!
Meera: I am so fucking wet.
Ravi: Why don’t you just say, you want me in your pussy too?
Meera: Well, if you ever get to licking my ass, isn’t it mandatory you fuck my pussy too?
Ravi: Oh is it? Is that how you been treated all these years?
Meera: Excuse me? Do you think I am some slut?
Ravi: I didn’t say that. But next time we meet, you are my slut even if I don’t call you one.
Meera: Mind your language mister.
Ravi: What else should I be calling you after all these hot texts? You expect me to call you ‘mom’ or ‘mummy’?
Meera: Aaha, so you really think I want you to call me ‘mummy’ after you just grabbed my ass today?
Ravi: I don’t know. If you like me calling you ‘mummy’, I can.
Meera: You would have grabbed me even if I was your real mummy?
Ravi: If that is the kind of ass you had, and if you chose to expose it like you did today, I certainly would have.
Meera: Okay. So have you tried the same with your real mom too? Uma has a sexy ass after all.
Ravi: I have noticed.
Meera: You are worse than I thought.
Ravi: But I like your well-toned ass more. And now I own it too.
Meera: You really think I am going to let you have it, for real?
Ravi: Do you think I would really be waiting for your permission. I am just going to pull down your tights and eat your ass, wherever it is I see you next.
Meera: And what do you expect me to do?
Ravi: Just bent down, and push your ass out as much as you can
Meera: So we are seriously on, Ravi? This is forbidden and really risky.
Ravi: You should have thought about that earlier. Now all I want to tell you is that you will never miss your husband again.
Meera: And this stays between us, right? Nobody will ever know.
Ravi: As long as you make sure I wake up to your nudes.
Meera: You are going to get tons of them.
Ravi: I have never seen anything of your boobs ever. Not even your cleavage.
Meera: You won’t have to complain about it for long. Next time we meet, I am going to pull my top off for you.
Ravi sends a text of his hard cock
Ravi: He says he loves you
Meera: You are huge. Now I really wish you had it in between my ass.
Ravi: Soon, baby. Kisses on your pussy lips for now.
Meera: Love you, honey. Tell your meaty cocky I am going to blow him nice. Let me just find a way to get to spend time with you.
CONTINUE.............
Ohhhhhh,what a sluty horny mom.Ravi thinks twice before sending the picture to his mother. But, that extra second he took was only to make sure his meat looked irresistible. Just like his mother, he too is still not fully sure how to explain his actions but is also extremely keen to know what happens next.
Uma has received the picture of her son, Ravi, sent her. And she has just opened it.
Uma: Why are you so hard, son? I have never seen anything like this before!
Me: Oh. Come on, Mom. Just leave it. You don’t have to comment on it, Please. I have sent you the picture you wanted. Now, delete it!
Uma: And… Are you naked? You are completely naked, aren’t you?
Me: Let’s talk about something else, Mom. Please! Or let’s just sleep for whatever little time we have until sunrise.
Uma: Yeah? You want to sleep, now? You feel sleepy all of a sudden?
Me: You asked me to send you the picture, Mom. I did that. Let’s please stop this conversation, right here.
Uma: You feel guilty about it?
Me: This is just not right, Mom.
Uma: You realized that only after you send the picture of your dick? And that too twice! You feel bad about it only now?
Me: Mom! We should stop this!
Uma: Yes…Yes… We should. We really should stop this.
Me: Yeah.
Uma: Yes. I really think we should stop this. And right now! This is going a little too far…
Me: Yes, Mom. Please.
Uma: But, I have two things to ask you, my boy.
Me: What now?
Uma: Firstly, I did not ask you to remove your top. And, secondly and more importantly, I don’t think I asked you for a picture of your hard cock.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Correct me if I am wrong, Ravi. I just don’t really remember asking you to do it. After all, all this while, you were telling me you were only doing what I wanted you to. I mean, what I ‘insisted’ you to do.
Me: We should just stop this.
Uma: The first picture itself had your veins starting to get pumped, and your cock looked very happy to be displayed like that. This time, you are very very erect, Ravi.
Me: Mom, please.
Uma: What?
Me: It is normal.
Uma: What is normal, Ravi? Sending your mother a picture of your erect cock is normal? I did not know!
Me: Ohh Mom. Not this, again. Why is that you keep making me feel at fault? Whatever you say does not seem to matter. I am only trying to do as you say!
Uma: Hahaha. I can’t believe you still dare to tell me that. Maybe, you have been doing only what you always wanted to do, throughout our conversation.
Me: Mom, Please!
Uma: What?
Me: Okay. I am sorry about removing my tank top, and being in the nude when I clicked the picture. I just got carried away. I am really sorry. It just happened. I don’t know what got into me. I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: I know, Ravi. I can guess what must have happened. And, I don’t blame you. Maybe, if I was in your place, I too would have done something similar.
Me: I am extremely sorry, Mom.
Uma: But, what I don’t understand is… How can this keep happening to you? You said you made a mistake when you send me a picture of your penis, the first time, too, and you said you regret it. You said it was a mistake. And, I believed you.
Me: It was a mistake, Mom.
Uma: Then, what about now? This is the second time you are sending me a picture of your dick. Agreed, you can say I asked you for it. But, you could have chosen not to, just like you claim you wished. I don’t think it was a mistake this time. I think you are liking this. Sending your naked picture to your mother. Like you always wanted to do it.
Me: No, Mom! Please, stop it. That is not true, Mom. I have never wanted anything like that.
Uma: I cannot imagine the fact that you are fully naked, right now, as you text me.
Me: Please, Mom. I am sorry. Just give me a minute. I will put my clothes back, immediately.
Uma: Don’t. Just don’t take a break from this conversation, unless I tell you to. I am not done talking to you.
Me: Just a second, Mom. Please. I feel so embarrassed, already.
Uma: What difference will that make, Ravi? Why even bother putting your clothes back, now!
Me: I am sorry, Mom.
Uma: Have you done this before, as-well? Were you naked any of the other times we talked on the phone? You have been, right? I think you have always done this, with me, Ravi.
Me: Please, Mom. Believe me. I have never done this before. Please forgive me for this. I am sorry.
Uma: Okay. Fine. I forgive you for being naked. But, what about your extremely erect cock, Ravi? You really owe me an explanation with that. I have never ever heard about anybody having such a raging hard-on. Did you just use a performance enhancing supplement before sending your own mother a picture of your cock?
Me: No, Mom. Please don’t say anything like that.
Uma: Then what is it?
Me: I only held it in my hand, for a second, before taking the picture. It was already very erect.
Uma: You must have been stroking it, all the while you texted me.
Me: No, Mom. I did not touch it at all. I took it in my hand, only when you asked me for a picture. It was hard, already.
Uma: There is no way a dick will go so hard, without even being touched.
Me: Mine does, Mom.
Uma: No. That is not possible.
Me: Yes, Mom. Mine really does.
Uma: Is it something else, Ravi? You don’t have to hide anything with me, anymore.
Me: Something else? Like what, Mom? It is really nothing.
Uma: Is it the fact that you were sending the picture to your mother that got you excited? You can be honest, Ravi. I won’t mind if you tell me the truth.
Me: No, Mom. It is nothing like that.
Uma: Or did you just think something like you are sending it to a mature, lonely, unsatisfied woman, you might have a chance with?
Me: Oh, please. Mom. Come on… Don’t do this to me.
Uma: Maybe… You played with it, a little bit after I asked you for the picture, the second time.
Me: No, Mom. Seriously!
Uma: Then, how is it that you are so hard? Ravi?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: You are very sure it is not because you sent it to me?
Me: Yes, Mom.
Uma: Wait. Let me ask you something else, now.
Me: What is it, Mom?
Uma: If we were having this conversation for real… I mean face to face… Directly… Will you still have the guts to show me your cock?
Me: What?
Uma: Will you show me your cock, Ravi, if I was right in front of you?
Me: Oh, Mom… Like real? Please, Mom. You know that will never happen.
Uma: Hahaha. Let’s see… Hahaha… Leave it, then!
Me: Hmmm…
Uma: So, you are telling me your cock is always this hard?
Me: Mostly.
Uma: Is it like you always walk around with a cock so hard?
Me: That is not what I said, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. When do you normally have a hard-on, Baby? Maybe, you can skip that question. Just tell me when does it turn this hard!
Me: Mom!
Uma: Tell me, baby. You don’t have to feel shy. Not now. And, not anymore.
Me: When I am with my girlfriends, I guess.
Uma: Girlfriends? Like you have many!
Me: Not many. Just three.
Uma: Ravi! I never knew there was a Romeo in you. And, you still have them all together? Hahaha. Oh, you are one naughty boy!
Me: No, Mom. Not all of them together.
Uma: So, only one now. But, what I cannot understand is that who is so stupid to break up with you? What happened?
Me: Errr… It’s nothing, Mom.
Uma: It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me the details. But tell me this. Did you send your naked pictures to all three of them?
Me: Stop it, Mom.
Uma: No, wait, why? Why would you send them pictures when you can show them your cock in real! You exposed yourself in front of them, didn’t you?
Me: Why are you asking me all this, Mom?
Uma: Did you ever have sex, baby? You had sex with all 3 of them, right?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: Now, are you going to tell me that you are a virgin?
Me: Mom, It is like…
Uma: You did have sex with them!
Me: Yes, Mom. I did have sex. I am sorry.
Uma: With all 3?
Me: No, Mom. With my current girlfriend, only.
Uma: What is her name? You serious about her?
Me: Her name is Saba shaini. I really like her. I am sorry, Mom. A lot has happened over the last few months.
Uma: No. No. It is okay. It is nothing you have to apologize for. Tell me what happened. I want to know what my son has been doing,
Me: I can’t, Mom. How can I tell you all this?
Uma: She came home? And, I did not even know?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: So, she is your college mate?
Me: She is not in my college. But studies in the girls’ college nearby.
Uma: So, you went to her house?
Me: No, Mom. Hhmmm… Actually, she has a car. We made out inside her car. And, also had sex a few times.
Uma: Hahaha. Oh my, Ravi!
Me: What, Mom?
Uma: How did you manage to?
Me: I knew her well before we started dating, Mom. And, after my second break up, we were just casually talking, and I felt she was the kind of person I wanted. And even she felt the same. So, that is how.
Uma: Hahahaha. Oh my baby. That is not what I meant.
Me: Err… What else did you mean, Mom?
Mona: Hahaha. What I really asked was, how did you manage to have sex inside a car?
Me: Mom.
Uma: So, Saba shaini gets you this hard?
Me: Yes. Most of the time.
Uma: When she is naked or otherwise too?
Me: Whenever she is with me, I guess.
Uma: Oh my. How does she look?
Me: She looks good, Mom. I like her.
Uma: More beautiful than your mother?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I haven’t really thought about it like that.
Uma: Is she very hot?
Me: Kinda.
Uma: Hotter than me?
Me: Mom. I don’t know.
Uma: What about her assets? Does she have big sexy boobs? Is she thick and curvy?
Me: Mom. She has a good body, Mom. She is like everybody else.
Uma: She has a body similar to mine?
Me: I don’t know, Mom.
Uma: What do you mean by you don’t know? You know how my body is. And you know how her body is. You would have compared her body to someone else’s when you saw her naked the first time!
Me: I just don’t know, Mom! I don’t think a lot when I am with her.
Uma: I understand. And, I can also imagine how good a time Saba shaini must be having. She must be addicted to you. Your Dad is only 4 inches, and I still miss him so much. I cannot stop thinking about how badly Saba shaini must be craving for your meaty cock, every second. I don’t think another man can ever fill your place.
Me: Why, Mom? What makes you say all this?
Uma: Your Dad can be replaced, Ravi. Any man would do. They are all the same. But once you are inside a woman, somebody as big as you, Ravi, she will never feel another man. You are special. And I am so proud of you, Son.
Me: Mom.
Uma: But, I am also sad that I am so unlucky.
Me: But, Why?
Uma: Because I can never have you.
Me: Oh my, Mom! I cannot believe you said that. You don’t mean it, do you? Please say you don’t!
Uma: Were you thinking of her when you send me the picture, baby?
Me: No. Mom. We should end this. This is not okay.
Uma: How is your cock so hard then?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. You won’t get an answer because you keep asking me the same question a million times. I really don’t know.
Uma: Tell me what exactly you had in your mind when you took that picture?
Me: Nothing at all, Mom. I was only trying to fit the whole of my penis in the picture. That is all I was thinking about.
Uma: WOW!
Me: MOM!
Uma: I mean. What? How is it that you have such a big cock, Ravi? You grew up in front of me, and yet I never noticed. I never thought…
Me: Ohh Mom.
Uma: It makes me wonder how you managed to have sex inside a car even more. Did you have enough space? Your hard cock alone needs so much space. Hahaha. How is Saba shaini managing to take you in? I bet only half of your big tool is going inside her.
Me: You are only making me feel more miserable, Mom.
Uma: Why, baby? I am not trying to make you feel bad. You should be happy I am telling you all this. And I think there is one more thing I should tell you, now. Whatever the reason is behind your unbelievable erection, I am glad you took the effort to send me the picture. That is easily the best sight anybody can have at 6:00 AM. I am looking at it, after every text I send you.
Me: I don’t know what to reply. I just don’t understand what all this means, Mom. I only wish you would stop looking at the picture, and delete it.
Uma: Hahaha. I will. Maybe if you tell me what made you so hard and excited, I will think about deleting the picture. There definitely must have been something in your mind.
Me: Why are you asking me this, again and again? Every-time I feel we are done with this, you bring it back. I really did not have anything in my mind.
Uma: Don’t lie, my boy!
Me: I am not lying, Mom. This is the truth, and I have been repeating this, for almost an hour, now.
Uma: Okay, fine. Then, tell me this… Did you imagine me in my nighty, any time during our conversation?
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: That is a lie! You did, a little.
Me: Errr… A little, yes. But, only because we talked about it.
Uma: Aaha! Somebody has finally started talking. And did you like me in it? How did I look, baby?
Me: Mom. I just thought about it. I did not really picture you in it.
Uma: Tell me the truth, baby. You must have imagined me doing something wearing a nighty. Maybe, talking to you in a nighty that was a little too thin, and also a little too revealing around the bust. Or, maybe I walked around the house in a nighty that showed a little too much of my legs. Or maybe I was sharing a bed with you, and sleeping in one of the baby-doll nighties that made me look almost uncovered.
Me: No! Never! I never thought of anything like that.
Uma: Well, then, why don’t you try doing it, now?
Me: What? Why? No Mom. I don’t want to.
Uma: Is it like you don’t want to, or you are not able to? I will send you a picture of me in one of my nighties if that can help.
Me: Mom, That is totally unwanted. You are only making this worse. I don’t want to imagine or see you in one of your nighties.
Uma: I am not showing you a picture of my pussy like you showed me your dick! I am only sending you a picture wearing my regular nightwear. And, according to me, you have already thought something very nasty about me, in one of them.
Me: No, Mom. Please! I did not. And, I never will. I don’t want to. Why would I ever?
Uma: Relax, baby. You don’t have to react like this. I was just trying to figure out what must have been the reason.
Me: Just stop this, Mom.
Uma: Did you imagine me to be one of your girlfriends? Or someone you are flirting with? Or someone you are just having fun with?
Me: Stop it, Mom. This is not funny anymore. Try reading all these texts one more time, and you will realize how meaningless it is. And, if anybody was reading this, they would feel the same.
Uma: Why are you still so shy talking to me? And, who else is going to read our messages? And if at all somebody reads this, they will understand!
Me: I feel uncomfortable.
Uma: Why?
Me: Because you are my mother.
Uma: And, sending your mother a photo of your naked hard cock is something that makes you feel extremely conformable?
Me: You asked me for the picture, Mom.
Mona: Did I?
Me: You did!
Uma: Did I? Really?
Me: Yes. You asked for it. You wanted it!
Uma: And, you gave me?
Me: Yes I gave you. Because you asked.
Uma: So, you will really give me anything I want! You were indeed very serious when you said that!
Me: What is this, Mom?
Me: What is this, Mom?
Uma: If you really wanted to, you would have left this conversation long back, baby.
Me: I don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you to feel lonely. That is all.
Uma: If that was the case, you would not be giving me promises you cannot fulfill. Further hurting me!
Me: I haven’t given you any promises I cannot fulfill. And, I have not hurt you.
Uma: Well, yes. You have kept your word, so far. And, I appreciate you for that. But, are you sure you can continue doing it? Give me an answer, baby.
Me: Yes, I am sure. I know what I have promised. And, that is also the only reason I am doing everything you are asking me to. But, you and I, both, know I did not want to send you those pictures.
Uma: Maybe, it is just that you haven’t realized it yet. You want this to continue as much as I want. Or, even more, than I want it. You are just waiting for me to ask you for more.
Me: That is not true, Mom.
Uma: You can object, babe. But, you very well know what the truth is. You know you want this too.
Me: No, Mom.
Uma: What you want to believe does not really matter, baby. You made a promise, and you are giving me everything I want.
Me: What?
Uma: Send me a video, baby. Make it fast! Let’s not waste time arguing.
Me: What video?
Me: What video?
Umaa: A video of you stroking your hard dick!
Me: This cannot be happening. I cannot believe you want that from me, Mom.
Uma: Hahaha. Don’t waste time, trying to make yourself believe what I want from you. Let me confirm it for you already. I want to see my son stroke his cock. I want to see his meat in action. Just send me the video. Right Now!
Though at a very slow pace, Ravi had already been unknowingly stroking his erect cock, non-stop, the last few minutes. It started in a very organic manner, and he had no idea that he was playing with his cock.
But, when his mother asked him for a video of the same, he just did not know if he really wanted to do it. Or, maybe he just did not know how much he wanted to do it as she had said.
As he focused on his new task and stroked his cock faster, he was only continuing the act his sub-conscious mind had forced him to already do. Also giving himself a lot of pleasure, as he shot the 30-second long video.
His foreskin retracted up and down, causing more blood to pump into his penis, and within a few seconds, his hot-rod was almost ready to explode.
Not even bothering to check the video he had shot, Ravi immediately send it to his mother, who very keenly waited for more of her son’s pleasing vulgarity
To be continued.
She will make her son a motherfucker.
Uma is very dominating sexy mom, every mom lover incest son dream to have this kind of mom. One day she will fuck him so badly.
Ooooo I Love the Character of Uma....
Superb Sexy Mom...
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Makes my heart and cock happy like Ravi....
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Thank you Danny69Ohhhhhh,what a sluty horny mom.
She will make her son a motherfucker.
Uma is very dominating sexy mom, every mom lover incest son dream to have this kind of mom. One day she will fuck him so badly.
Ooooo I Love the Character of Uma....
Superb Sexy Mom...
Super Mast Update
Dil khus kar kiya
Makes my heart and cock happy like Ravi....
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Ooo Mommy is in slut mode.Uma: Hhhmmmm. Lovely. Yes. That looks amazing.
Me: Mom.
Uma: Fuck you, Ravi! You filthy bastard. You make me drip. I want to suck that hard cock of yours right now. I know your thick cock is waiting to disappear inside my mouth. And, once I am done eating your meat, I will make you jizz all over my body, and cover me in your sticky semen.
Uma: I won’t stop squeezing your heavy cum filled balls until the last drop of your juices falls on me. I want to be drenched in your white-hot spunk. I want to be your slut for the rest of my life!
Me: What the hell! Did you just say that! Mom?
Uma: What is it, you stud?! You bloody monster! You did not like hearing what your naughty mummy just said? You have made mummy so horny, baby!
Me: Oh fuck! Shit.
Uma: Hahaha. You are huge!
Me: Is this really you, Mom?
Uma: Hahaha. I don’t think anybody can ever take in the whole of your pecker. It is just too big!
Me: Who is this? Are you really my mother? What is happening here? I cannot believe I send you that clip, either. Is this really you, Mom? Was it really you who asked me for the video?
Ravi tries calling Uma, as soon he finished sending the message. But, his call is immediately rejected. He opens his messaging app and finds a voice message from his mother.
“Yes, Ravi. It is me. Uma. It is really your mother,” was what the voice clip said. Ravi could confirm it was his mother, from her voice. But, what left him confused was the fact that she sounded very unusual. She was breathing heavily.
Ravi could not really authenticate, but it was very much like she was moaning. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.
Or was it just his feeling? Was his mother, in reality, crying?! But what about the messages she just sent? That was real! Or was it his own mind playing games?
Ravi just could not process all that happened in the last few minutes and decided to send his mother a text message.
Me: Are you alright, Mom? You don’t sound okay.
Uma: No. No. It’s fine. I am fine, baby. I am perfect.
Me: But you don’t sound okay.
Uma: I am okay, baby. It’s just that your dad is in the living room.
Me: What does that mean? How is it related to you not sounding okay?
Uma: It’s nothing, baby.
Me: There is something. Please tell me, will you!
Uma: There is nothing, Ravi. I just spoke in a very low voice. That is all.
Me: I just don’t understand you, Mom. Why do you have to do that?
Uma: Even I don’t understand you, baby. Why does it look like I am a trigger here?
Me: What do you mean?
Uma: Why is it that you get so offended and shocked only when I comment on your monster dick? You are fine sending me pictures and videos of your privates. You are very avidly taking part in this. But everything goes awry the moment I say something about it.
Me: This is not the time for that, Mom. Just tell me where you are.
Uma: Why does that matter so much?
Me: I just want to know everything is okay there!
Uma: I am in the common bathroom on the first floor, Baby the one adjacent to the living room.
Me: Why are you in there, at this time? Why did you go there in the first place? I thought you were in your room, upstairs, when you started texting me. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: I was in my bedroom. But then, I came down. Because Dad was in the other room, of course, by now, you must have guessed we don’t sleep together. But dad sleeps in the room just next to the one I use. So, I came down to the first floor.
Me: So what if Dad is in the room right next to yours? How is this all connected, Mom? And, why are you in the bathroom, because he is in the living room?
Uma: Because I was texting you, that is why I came down. And, when I heard your dad coming down, I got into the bathroom.
Me: But, why? That is what I want to know.
Uma: It’s just nothing!
Me: Why are you so bothered and worried about the fact that Dad is also downstairs?
Uma: It’s just that I did not expect him to be down so early. So, I was just not in a position to be seen by him. I was not ready. And, I rushed inside the bathroom, as soon as I heard his footsteps.
Me: I can’t follow you, Mom. What was it that you were doing that you did not want dad to see? And, why do you talk like you are hiding inside the toilet? What exactly are you doing in there?
Uma: If you are so concerned about what is happening at home, ask your dad what he is doing first. That would make more sense.
Me: What is it, Mom? Just tell me. It’s only 6:30 AM. I don’t know what is so unsettling that can happen at home, so early in the morning.
Uma: Well, your dad is leaving for a sudden three-day trip. He is packing for it. He said something urgent came up at work. And, I am sure he is lying.
Me: What makes you think so?
Umaa: When he took up this new role in the consultancy firm, he told me that he decided on the change of jobs because he was tired of traveling continuously. He was not enjoying it anymore.
Me: Yeah. He told me the same thing.
Uma: Yes. And, he also said that this new job does not demand any sort of travel. But, now, he has to go all of a sudden.
Me: But. That is how work is, Mom!
Uma: He is lying, Ayan. I am sure he is going somewhere with that whore bitch of his. He did not even dare to tell me he was going to be away directly. He sent me a message just now. Informing me, he is leaving. Can you believe that?
Me: Mom. That is bad. But, still.
Uma: But, what? It does not bother you that your dad is going to spend his nights with another woman? It does not bother you when you think of your dad naked on a bed with his mistress? Would you be okay if Ahaana was cheating on you? Will you be so relaxed if you realize that your girlfriend is sleeping with another guy from your college?
Me: Mom. Please! This has nothing to do with Ahaana. I get what you are going through. And, I feel for you. But…
Uma: But what? What is it?
Me: What are you doing in there? I want to know. Nothing explains you being inside the bathroom. I don’t understand any of this. And, are you going to talk to Dad, now? Are you sure he won’t see the pictures and videos on your phone? Delete it, okay! Please.
Uma: What exactly do you want, Ayan? Do you want to know what your dad is up to? Or you want me to delete the pictures? Or you want to know what I am doing inside the bathroom?
Me: I want to know it all, Mom. But, first. Just tell me this. What are you doing, Mom?
Uma: What do you think I am doing?
Me: I would not be asking if I knew.
Uma: You did not understand from the voice message I sent you? Do you really have any idea?
Me: I don’t know, Mom. I did not understand.
Uma: Why do you have to act so innocent? You are not a naive person, baby. Even you know that. You have very well had your share of fun.
Me: What does that have to do with this, Mom? Why are you blaming me for everything?
Uma: Isn’t it funny that you have everything to be a very dominant man. But, all you are is a very timid and very submissive wimp. What happened to all you ‘big’ assets, Son?
Me: So, this is still about that? This is still about the pictures and videos I sent you. Are you just trying to mess with me for that? What are you trying to prove, Mom? You know you are equally responsible for this.
Uma: Oh, yeah?
Me: Why are you punishing me like this? This is not fair. And, are you serious about anything you told me? Are you just making up all this shit about Dad and his lover and his cheating? Are you trying to see how far you can push me?
Uma: So, that is that what you think it is? Do you think this is all a joke?
Me: I think you have just been playing with me the whole time. At this time of the day, you must be cooking for Dad. And, he has to leave quickly. And, you are worried he will get angry that you are late. He is a perfect guy, but I know how angry he can be. In reality, you are in the kitchen, in a hurry to cook, but you are also wasting more time trying to humble your son.
Uma: No. Haha. No. No. Oh my. Hahaha! I am not doing any of that. How did you even manage to think about all this? Cooking for your dad is the last thing I want to be doing right now!
Me: Why? Doesn’t he need breakfast?
Uma: I don’t know. He will tell me if he needs breakfast. That is how it has been every day of late. I can hear him talk to the taxi driver on the phone. And, so he will leave soon.
Me: Okay. So, if he is this close to you, and you can even hear him speak, and there is also a chance he might come looking for you, then what are you doing inside the toilet? I don’t think Dad is anywhere near you. You are just lying. It is something else.
Uma: You want to see?
Me: See what? See what Dad is doing?
Uma: Haha. No! What I am doing!
( Ravi was typing the reply when he received a photo from Uma. And he opened it immediately.
It was a photo of the lower body of a woman, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, in front of a large mirror. The photo had the image from the mirror, shot by the woman, herself, using a mobile phone.
The woman in the photo was wearing a full length pink colored satin nighty that was conveniently raised up to expose the whole of her meaty legs.
Her legs were spread, bent knees making a ‘v’, revealing her very tempting inner thighs, and an equally inviting lusty clean-shaven pussy.
But, that was not the best part. She also had three of her fingers easily stuffed inside her love-hole, indicating how wet her cunt was, and how horny she was. And, also giving a good idea about how long she must have been engaging in the act of self-pleasuring.
Ravi was stunned. Was it a picture of his mother? Was it really his mother? It had to be his mother. Her face was not there in the picture. Even her upper body was missing. But, it was a picture his mother sent him. It just had to be her.
He was never expecting it. Not even after sending his mother sensitive pictures of himself. He, in-fact, still did not know if he wanted to expose himself for his mother. But, he was sure he never expected his mother to send him back anything similar.
And more importantly, he never thought he would receive a picture of his mother pleasing herself, feeling the insides of her moist pussy. He never thought his mother would have had her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she texted him.
But, at that very moment, he knew exactly how he wanted this to end. He knew exactly what he wanted. )
To be continued.
Now she spreads her legs and invites his son to lick it,rub it,and bang it. Omg
This gonna be awesome when the meaty cock go inside mommys Wet Pussy. I can't wait but I think this may take some time and they will seduce each other for some days. And when they met again mommy will rule her son's cock and dominate him and make her Fucking slave son. When this will happen.....
So Horny Mommy Gif... Please add this kind of horny gif more as possible
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