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Ajay Completes What Mom Had Started - Pt. - 2

Ajay's body was wracked with pleasure as he threw himself about, holding her head to his cock not letting her stop when she was ready to stop. As soon as she tried to lift her head off, she felt his hand restrain her head and she went into another bout of mouthing him. Her tongue focused on the head as she swirled him about.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" moaned the thrilled youngster. Now his mother raised her head and looked up at him; his eyes were shut and he was clearly ready to cum. She held him in her fist, not willing to leave the cock unattended.

As she straddled his body she knew that his enslavement to her had to be done methodically. She kneeled on one knee and placed her other leg outward so her body was completely open. She held the cock firmly to her lips and when she had him wedged at the entrance, she sank down. Ajay raised his head and leaned forward with a loud "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yes! Fuccccccccccccccccccck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he shamelessly used profanities to express his wild state. This was the same woman who had chastised him for years on language and manners.

She rested back on her heels, his cock firmly lodged in her womb and held his face in her hands. "Look at me," she ordered him. Her hips continued to rock gently, the cock never missing the stroking of her flesh. She did not want him to feel desperate. Ma was here to take care of his every need and she wasn't about to tease him.

"Who am I?" she asked, rocking gently, feeling the upper cupped chamber of her pussy slipping over the cockhead back and forth.

"Ma?" he stammered, unsure of whether he could describe her in such terms at a time of such intense desire and satiation.

"I am the woman to whom you have looked for everything for all these years, right?" she drove her point as she leaned forward a bit and took all her cunt down the full length of his cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Yes! My every need, ma! Yes!" he panted. His hands went to her ass and tried to pull her down and hold her there. He needed that sheath covering him, stroking him and he tried to gain command over the rhythm.

"You are not going to look at another woman for your sexual needs again, understood?" she raised her hips, and when poised over the aching cock, thrust down hard.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Boy! No, no, I am never going to need another woman in my life!" he thrust upward jabbing at her cunt with a few sharp thrusts of relief.

Now she leaned forward holding her hips comfortably over the cock so each could fuck the other, and her hands were positioned over his head so that her breasts hung over his face.

"Take what you need from your momma, okay?" she smiled down at him, the look on her face a mixture of kindness and lustfulness, in offering herself thus.

His lips reached her breasts and he started to suck on the nipples. Dipti shivered as she felt the nipples react and send tingling signals down to her cunt. She continued to rock gently back and forth as they fucked in the unhurried manner of a couple that had all night.

She balanced herself, a bit awkwardly on one hand, but found it necessary to massage her own mass of fleshy breast and feed the nipple to her boy. He sucked on it greedily, quickly replacing her hand with his own and meeting her need for being touched. He kneaded and massaged her breast and milked it into his mouth. His hips continued to thrust upward. Between her sliding down and his fucking up they managed to keep each others heat at bay or at least, at a manageable level of desire.

Now she sat back on this thighs giving him space to sit up. His cock popped out but it was necessary for her to get her legs around his hips and allow him to sit up. As he sat up his cock pressed against her belly. She looked down and saw the head, reddened and furious pressed between them. That exactly was where it was when she was riding him, she thought, except that it was inside her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Raising herself a bit, the cock quickly nestled back in her and now she rocked back and forth on his lap. The cunt slid over his cock again and again. Ajay had no control on the way his mother was squeezing every drop of his desire out. He tried to raise his knees but it dropped back under her weight.

"Ui maaaaa!" she gasped as the effect of this move by him lifted her up gently but dropped her back with ferocity and she slammed down on the cock. Her teeth dug into his shoulder as she took her pleasure and Ajay repeated the maneuver a few times. Dipti held his shoulders and tried to pound down on him to conquer the marauding cock. Mother son battled thus for a few sweaty minutes, with grunts and moans dominating the proceedings.

When the limbs needed rest, both settled back into rocking. The boy looked down and saw his mothers breasts pressed against his chest, caressing him as it were.

She now kissed him gently. Close mouthed, small and several all over his lips and face. She then hugged him close.

"Who is Shobha?" she asked him, coming back to complete her re-scripting of his sexual history.

He grinned at her. His cock swelled perceptibly at the import of the question. He fucked back at her. "Who?" he asked.

"No one, right?" she looked back at him with an intensity that defied description. But the fury of her fucking him with the rapid thrusts of her hips told him that she was someone he was to forget.

"She was to bring you to me. She has done that and now she is gone," replied Ajay.

"Yes, gone. Forever. Now it's me. And you," she concluded triumphantly.

She pushed him back. As the boy fell back she raised herself off him. She reached down for his cock and pumped it with her fist a couple of times. Then she descended on him with her legs closer together and her cunt muscles clenched. The cock had trouble sliding up but the juices flowing from her rapidly eased the task. She shivered as she felt that thickness once again.

Yes, Shobha was right. The boy was uniquely endowed. But she was going to keep him all to herself. She resumed fucking in right earnest plunging over the cock again and again.

"Come beta! Fill me. I am there to take care of you and every thing that you have to give!" she huffed as she exerted herself.

The breasts were flapping. The son did not know what to say in reply. He held her breasts in both hands, using them in effect to hold her up. The effect on her was electric as he mashed the breasts into her chest and rotated them.

"Unhhhhhhhhhh! Ha! Yah! Uiii maaaa!" she shuddered. Her face was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure. She pounded him mercilessly.

"Come beta, come! Fill mamma!" she pleaded.

The words did it. The stud youngster could have fucked her more, he knew it, and she knew it. She smiled at that thought. Unlimited pleasure lay there for her to take when she wanted, as she wanted. But they had both heard some door banging somewhere. Neither wanted Gopal to come and discover the wild animal incestuous ness in his own house. It would end many things; of all of those, the lust crazed woman and youth did not want this to end.

And so the lovemaking, no – the fucking, had to end. Ajay stopped the thrusting, allowing his mother to finish him. His eyes were closed. He alternated between holding those breasts and reaching up to lick them.

When the orgasm came, it started as a meltdown which grew into a roaring shot of cum as he blasted upwards. His mother, while she knew this was coming, was still surprised with the warm blast that spread inside her. "Oh!" she went. Her cunt had spasmed a million times this last hour or so and she had lost count and record of what she felt and how much of it she had felt. She reveled in the thrusts and jerks as the boy released his semen and surely – sperm, into her womb.

They slowed and jerked and thrust in shorter bursts and jabs as intensity gave way to satiation and a tenderness.

As she lay forward on him, her breasts pressed between them, Ajay kissed the top of his mother's head and caressed her long tresses.

"Ma. I will always be yours. I will marry only whom you want to me, when you want me to. And she can have only that much of me as you want her to have," he said softly.

She nodded. The boy had understood her intensity well. She now had sex out of the way. He would now think with his head and not be swayed by his need for sexual release. That was something she would provide him. Half because it gave her this control. And half because of the kind of man he was. Strong, virile and very capable.

There was so much to discover, so much to teach, she thought to herself. Now that she had crossed the Rubicon, perhaps all the things her husband was too staid to try?

She lay there, stroking the supine, gently heaving, sleeping body of her son. She had committed the ultimate sin. Strangely, she felt happy rather than guilty about it. The flood of emotions and the satisfaction of regaining her son had washed away the feelings of guilt.

Dipti set her mobile phone alarm for half an hour before her husband's usual waking up hour and settled down to rest on her son's broad shoulders.
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