Amma, What Do You Have In Breakfast? - Pt. 01

A cold morning breeze sent a wave of shiver through my body forcing me to open my eyes. With half opened eyes I looked at the opened windows, which I had forgotten to close last night. It was a pleasant cold morning of November. I glanced at the wall clock; it was showing ten past eight. I was late today, which was very unusual for a person like me as I was an early riser. But after having a fantastic night of fucking and sucking and that too with your only son it was not possible even for me to maintain my rigid schedule. And this was not for the first time. Ever since I started screwing my son Junaid, I was not able get up early. Thankfully it was a Saturday and I was in no hurry.

I looked at my nakedness. My hand moved between my thighs, into my pubic area. I could feel the traces of my son's dried cum in my dark bush. Last light I was so contented after our lovemaking that I immediately fell to sleep. I looked at my son Junaid who was lying next to me, snoring lightly. Junaid had stopped sleeping in his own room and was now sharing my bedroom. After all, he was the man of the house and his amma needed a daily quota of his hot deluge into her pussy. I glanced at his cock; it was hard. I felt my pussy going wild just by seeing his erect cock.

I somehow controlled myself, Junaid was still in deep sleep and I wanted him to be fully recharged before we start our lustful weekend. I left the bed and went to the bathroom. I have a full size mirror in my bathroom. I stood in front of it and inspected my reflection. I was amazed to see the woman in the mirror. Not only my pubic hairs but also my whole body my hairs, my face, my nipples, my stomach, was covered with dried cum. I smiled at the shameless slut looking at me through mirror. I watched what my tits looked like while I squeezed and caressed them with both hands, enjoying the pink of my nipples, and how crisp my bush of black pubic hairs looks. My tits are very sensitive and soon they were buzzing with a sexual excitement, which was communicating itself directly to my clitoris. I was feeling a new prickly feeling in my cunt and I was wet again.

I turned my ass towards mirror and spreading my legs I bent over, looking at my firm ass between my legs. I watched my wet pink pussy meat peeping out of my thick fur. My fur is really very bushy and a trail of hair goes around my ass hole too. I laughed at how it looked like a puckered brown mouth in a beard. I loved what I saw. I have never shaved my pussy because my late husband adored my hairy pussy and never allowed me to shave it. Now my son also has similar tastes. I ran a finger through my anal crack. My anal passage is not virgin. My late husband used to intrude it occasionally and I had always enjoyed the experience. So far Junaid has not paid much attention to my sphincter, he was still busy in exploring his first pussy but I knew that it wouldn't be late before he would start discovering other delicious aperture his mother can offer to his raging cock.

I finished my daily rituals, took a hot bath and came back to my room. Junaid was still sleeping. I admired his lean athletic body. My son is not into bodybuilding; he prefers athletics and likes to participate in long distance races. So he is in regular practice and that gave him a good lean athletic body, quite unlike to his father who was rather flabby in his later days. There was some movement between his thighs, his hard cock was jerking slightly between the dark thatches of his pubic hairs. Perhaps he was having a dream or it was only morning hardness, so natural to men. After drying myself I took my bra and panty form my drawers but then decided against wearing them and put them back to drawers. The morning was a little cold so I put only my bathrobe and went to kitchen.

I made a coffee for me and was busy preparing breakfast when I heard a movement at kitchen's door. Junaid was standing at the door, supporting his tall lean frame with wall. His hands folded at chest, he was smiling at me. He was still naked, his hard cock extending like flagpole, his mushroomed cock head looking at me invitingly.

"Morning amma! Can I have some coffee?"

"Morning honey." I smiled back. " Why don't you help yourself?"

Junaid moved to the kitchen counter but stood directly behind me. He bent over to pour the coffee from the pot to his mug and in the process pushing his groin just a little into my firm behind. I could feel his throbbing erection push its way slightly between my ass cheeks as he leaned over. I was pinned between my son and the kitchen counter, I felt his erection growing and pushing into my ass even more. Junaid lifted his filled mug. His free hand slowly moved towards my bottom cupping my bare ass beneath my bathrobe. He was running his finger at my anal crack. I felt my legs started trembling; it took my all will power to control my urges. Junaid seemed to be oblivious of my condition; he traced my puckered hole and his eager fingers probed at it. Feigning ignorance I continued with my work. Junaid also kept on drinking his coffee while his other hand was busy snooping my anal opening.

Suddenly he moved away from me. I watched him reluctantly going to put empty coffee mug into sink. But he was soon back and started again his job from where he had left. He grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands, pulling them so forcefully that a cry of pain escaped my mouth. His softened his grip slightly, but spread my buns and brush my puckered hole with his erect cock. He took hold of his cock with a hand and started running his cock along the length of my crack sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. Now it was going beyond my control. I could feel my pussy fluid flowing down my thighs. My legs were quivering and I found it hard to concentrate into my work.

Junaid continued playing with my anus for a while. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands still on my buns spreading them wide. I felt his moist tongue slowing entering into the same region where his cock was roaming a few moments ago. With great fervour he started lapping my ass hole, his tongue making flickering movement across my puckered hole. I bent my body over the counter to provide his imploring tongue an easy reach to my ass and pussy. My pussy was oozing wet and the wetness was literally traveling down my throbbing thighs. Junaid was also able to see the condition of my pussy as his moist tongue slowly travelled down towards the joint of my thighs and then to my vaginal area. Leaving my ass, he spread my thighs wide to gain more access to my dripping pussy. He licked the wetness spreading over my thighs and slowly his mouth completely cupped my dripping cunt. His tongue pushed through my vaginal opening and slowly it was completely buried inside me. It was a heavenly experience. My dripping pussy completely engulfed by my son's hungry mouth, his eager tongue moving in and out of my wet furry hole, his upper teeth nibbling at my swollen clitoris. It was too much for me and within a short span of time a shattering orgasm overwhelmed my body. I grabbed the counter to prevent me from collapsing over his licking mouth and with a wild cry I flooded his greedy mouth with my passion fluid. Junaid did not move a bit and kept sucking my warm juices till he had guzzled every drop of my spending.

"You taste really good Amma," Junaid said with an evil smile spreading across his face, licking my pussy juices from his fingers.

I realized that I was panting vigorously even though during the whole episode I was only standing at kitchen counter. It took me a while to regain my breath. Junaid had already on his feet and standing besides me; studying me smilingly. His hands were again inside my bathrobe lightly caressing my thighs and wet bush. His lips and nosed covered with my pussy nectar. He was running his tongue over his lips. I was back to my senses; I smile at him and kissed him on his lips. He responded with equal passion and inserted his tongue into my willing mouth. I tasted the sweet flavor of my pussy juice over his tongue.

After a while I moved away from him. I desperately wanted him inside me. But before I could proceed further his question surprised me.

"Amma, what do you have in breakfast?"

Frankly I didn't expect him to ask this question at this ammaent. I looked at him surprisingly.

"Why? It is omelets, sandwiches and milk. Do you want something thing else?"

"Ya amma!" He was staring at me grinning ear to ear with a mischievous look in his eyes. "I think I'd prefer to have dessert first."

"Dessert?" I was totally confused. I knew he had something else in his mind. My son was no more a shy teenager. He was playing games with his horny amma.

"Yes amma desert, a special one." He moved to fridge and opened it. He searched for a while and when his hand came out it was holding a bar of my favorite chocolate. He took a bowl from cupboard; poured a little milk into it, removed the rapper of chocolate and put the chocolate into it after breaking it into many pieces. He then put the bowl over gas stove. The heat of burner start melting the chocolate pieces and in a short while whole of the chocolate was molten. Junaid put off the burner and with a spoon he stirred the content in the bowl till it was converted into a rich brown cream. After finishing his task, Junaid looked at his handiwork. He dipped his finger into it, felt its temperature, and took an iota of cream on his finger. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted the flavour of his recipe. Satisfactorily he nodded, his head approving his preparation. He then handed me the bowl.

"Ladies first, amma." I had been watching him silently and by the time he finished his preparation, his intentions were more than clear to me. I took the bowl of liquid chocolate from his hand and I took hold of his cock with other hand and led him to the other corner of kitchen where my easy chair was lying.
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