Deepa and Prashant decided to go to their favorite restaurant that night. As always, Prashant was ready early, waiting at the door for his mom. When she came down she was wearing a very short skirt with high heels. However, on top, she had on a dark sweater that buttoned down the front with a white blouse underneath. The top looked like something that a schoolteacher would wear. However, the skirt looked hot. Prashant was curious about her selection of clothing but decided not to say anything.
When Deepa got into the car, she made sure that she carelessly spread her legs, giving her son a clear view of her shiny pink panties and the creamy white skin above her thigh high stockings. Once he was in the car, Prashant was bold enough to reach over and place his hand on her thigh. He drove with one hand and used the other to slide her skirt up so he could see her panties. Deepa let Prashant's hand move up until he reached her panties, stopping him only when she thought he was being distracted from driving. She grabbed his hand, leaving it on her thigh, and gently told him to pay attention to the road.
Deepa and Prashant got their special table in the back of the restaurant, giving them the privacy that they wanted. The two chatted until the waitress took their drink order. When she left, Deepa said she had to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she returned and stopped next to Prashant. She held out her hand, indicating that he should open his hand. She placed a piece of balled up material into his hand and sat down.
Prashant looked at his mother with raised eyebrows and then opened his hand. He felt his penis lurch in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up material. It was his mom's panties. Suddenly, he saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and quickly put the hand holding the panties below the table. He didn't know if the waitress saw what was in his hand but he did know his face was as red as a beet. His mother just smiled at his obvious distress.
After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was gone, Prashant pulled his hand from under the table. He looked at the tiny pair of panties and saw that the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes on his mother all the time.
Then Deepa watched with shock as Prashant casually opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the wet material and then made a show of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset from one end to the other.
Deepa sighed deeply and closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her.
Prashant's penis was now fully erect. It was his first taste of his mother's sex juices. He felt his hand trembling as he forced himself to ball the material up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down adjusted his penis in the very tight confines of his pants.
Deepa suddenly realized that Prashant had one-upped her. However, Deepa wasn't done yet.
When dinner was served, Prashant and Deepa ate in silence, looking at each other with loving glances. About mid-way through the meal, Prashant saw his mom look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one was close by, Deepa reached up and began to unbutton her sweater. Prashant thought she was starting to get warm. When all the buttons were undone, Deepa pulled the sweater away from her chest. Prashant was shocked to see that the blouse was totally see-through; he could see all of his mom's firm breasts with her hard pink nipples pushing through the material. Prashant could no longer concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the fact that his mom was sitting across from him naked under her clothes and that he just might get to eat her tonight.
"Mom, can we go?" Prashant asked, his food only half eaten.
"I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think I owe you a lesson."
Prashant's penis throbbed in his pants and he jumped up and practically pulled his mother out of the restaurant.
Driving home, Deepa took off her sweater and sat next to her son with only her see-through blouse covering her chest. Prashant was going crazy trying to keep his eyes on the road.
Deepa knew that it was dangerous to tease him this way when he was driving. However, she had been thinking about what she was going to let him do all day and it was driving her crazy with desire.
It was difficult for Prashant to keep within the speed limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to a stop at the house when he jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for his mom. As Deepa swung around, he got a close look at his mom's exposed vagina. His eyes opened wide in shock when he saw that she had no pubic hair. The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving her lips smooth and shiny. Prashant stood frozen looking between his mother's legs. Now his heart was pounding so loud that he thought she might hear it.
When Deepa made the decision to let Prashant eat her, she decided to shave herself. His father loved her that way. As she got out of the car, she stood in front of him with a wide smile. "What's the matter sweetie," she asked, knowing the answer already. She smiled, realizing that she had the upper hand again.
"Uh... uh... nothing," he struggled to say.
Deepa turned and walked toward the house, still smiling.
It took a few seconds for Prashant to realize that he was standing on the sidewalk alone. He hurried up the walk and followed his mother into the house.
"Prashant, get me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room for me please," Deepa said, turning to go into the living room.
Prashant rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his hands as he walked back to the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When he handed her the glass, his hand was trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over the top. He didn't notice that his mother's hand was shaking as well.
Deepa took a large drink of wine and patted the seat next to her.
Prashant sat down without a word. He was afraid that his voice wouldn't work.
Deepa sighed and said, "Prashant, this is a big step for us. I know that you have wanted to ea... uh perform oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly, I've wanted it just as much, if not more. It is one of the things that I miss most about Mukesh. He was very good. Your father... your father and I used to do that all the time. In fact, the first time was on a sofa just like this in his mother's house. It was so crazy because his parents, your grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We did many crazy things," she added as her eyes got misty and she stopped talking.
Prashant reached over, took his mother's hand, and sat silently, waiting for her to continue.
"I'm so confused sometimes Prashant. What we've done is so wrong but... but I can't resist you. It could be so dangerous for both of us. It's all so crazy."
"Mom... uh... we don't have to do."
"Shhh," Deepa said and placed her fingers on Prashant's lips.
Deepa stood up in front of Prashant and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and paused, letting Prashant look at her large breasts so close to his face.
Prashant could see her excitement as her chest moved up and down with her rapid breathing. His own breath was beginning to come in short gasps.
Slowly, Deepa began to pull her skirt up her thighs. She paused for a second when it was just below the level of her crotch, teasing Prashant. Then she pulled it to her waist and a little moan of excitement escaped her lips.
Prashant gasped. He had never seen anything so exciting in his young life. On display in front of him was his mother's very wet and swollen sex. There wasn't a speck of hair anywhere on the surface, from her navel to her thighs. The outer lips were so smooth that they were almost shining. The inner lips were protruding and there were strings of her sex juice hanging precariously, ready to drip to the floor. Her thighs, all the way to the tops of her nylons, were sparkling with her juice.
When Deepa saw that Prashant was ready to grab her, she pushed him back. "Wait," she said and turned to walk over to a comfortable chair. She left her high heels on and her skirt pulled up around her waist as she sat in the chair. Then she lifted her legs and threw them over the arms of the chair, pushing her sex out at her son in an obscene manner.
Deepa crooked her finger at her son and said in a breathless tone, "I think the best position for you is on your knees between my legs."
Prashant jumped up and hurried over to his mother, his eyes never leaving her displayed sex.
"Take your clothes off first."
Deepa watched as Prashant stripped in record time, throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. Then she looked at her son's totally naked body. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his pulsing erection. God, he's going to drive the women crazy someday, she thought.
Prashant fell to his knees between Deepa's legs and brought his mouth very close to her swollen and leaking sex. He put his trembling hands on her thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive in.
"Just a minute, sweetie," Deepa said, putting her hands on her son's shoulders to hold him back. "You need a few lessons in the female anatomy before you EAT ME," Deepa said, emphasizing the words "eat me".
Prashant sat back and watched as his mom spread her legs even further apart. As he looked on with wide eyes, his mother used her fingers to open the pink lips. Prashant felt his mouth begin to water. He could smell her excitement and see the juice bubbling in her open hole.
"You see this little button here?" Deepa said, pointing to her clit. "This is the center of a woman's sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be treated with great kindness. I will tell you more about that in a minute. Down here are my outer and inner lips." Deepa stretched the inner lips apart, letting him see how flexible they were.
"The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be handled a bit more forcefully. However, these," she said, fingering the inner lips, "can be quite sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get excited." Deepa tried to keep her voice calm and appeared to be very matter-of-fact in her description. However, on the inside she was burning up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement in her son's eyes was almost more than she could stand.
Prashant could see the thick juice now trickling out of his mother's hole. He could feel his own penis pouring juice out as he waited for her to let him eat her. He was breathing through his mouth now in an attempt to get enough oxygen. His head was spinning like he was falling from a great height.
