Slowly their tears subsided. Preetha looked down deeply into Salim's eyes, held his hand and placed it on her heavy, soft and warm bosom. 'Swear to me...' she said, 'Swear that everything you said is true. I need you to swear because I am going to take a major decision in my life at this moment.' She said with a trembling voice.

'I...I swear Ma'am...I have no reason to tell any lies.' Salim's gaze was drawn to her breasts; his large hazel eyes seemed even larger as he kept staring at them, wide-eyed in surprise, the thin material of the blouse was sopping wet with her milk, which was also giving out a faint odor! Though his body did not grow in harmony with his age owing to continued lack of nutrition, but his male hormones were already active. He was visibly stunned to see the opulent assets of such a stunningly beautiful, fully grown-up woman from such closeness! He looked so utterly confused and nervous.

Looking at him, Preetha could realize, with her natural instinct, the whirlwind of emotions playing in the boys mind. Without paying any heed, she opened the hooks of her blouse with expert hands one by one. She literally picked up the boy with her strong hands and put him on her lap, almost forcibly.

'Stop calling me Ma'am...I told you to call me Mom!' she said with mock agitation. The boy froze, overcome by the turn of events. Preetha held out her left nipple in front of his mouth and said softly 'Drink from me...I know you are so hungry and I shall fulfill my long pent-up needs through you, sweety!'

Salim looked at her in wide-eyed wonder; he had no control over his emotions. Puckering his trembling lips, he caught the large nipple between them. An electric-like shock went through Preetha's body which was responded by a large streak of lightening and a bolt of thunder outside in the dark wet sky. A half-audible gasp escaped Preetha's mouth 'Ahh... issshhhh...'.

Salim started sucking gently; he was too overcome with emotions and went with the flow.

Preetha squealed 'Suck hard... ahh, the pores are stuck... suck harder, dear...'

Salim closed his eyes and gave a strong pull with his lips, his thin cheeks caved in by the force of the suck. 'Ufffff...' moaned Preetha. Afraid by her reaction, Salim tried to remove his lips from the nipple, but Preetha forcefully held his head immobile and, with her other hand, pushed her left boob forcefully into his mouth. She could feel that milk has started flowing freely from her breast.

Salim did not like the taste of breast milk initially, but, as he nursed on, he felt intoxicated. He continued sucking like a new born babe. A heavenly bliss and pure pleasure descended on Preetha; she slowly reclined on the sofa and put her head on the backrest. Her face was lit up by a heavenly smile... a smile befitting a contended mother!

Preetha kept on caressing the boy's head and back in an intimate motherly manner as he fed from her. 'Oh God!', she thought in her mind, 'I never could imagine the pleasure of nursing a child...my womanhood reached fulfillment today!'. She could feel that her breast milk filling up the mouth of this poor urchin, going down his throat into his stomach, gratifying his hunger, 'My God...such gratification, so much pleasure, what bliss!

After some more time, Salim detached his mouth from her nipple and said 'No more...I am full Ma'am!'. Preetha smiled sweetly and playfully striking his cheek, remarked mockingly 'There is another one! What will happen to that? And didn't I tell you to call me mom or mommy?'

Salim gasped, 'B...But...you are actually not my mother...how can I call you mom?!'.

Preetha said emphatically 'I filled your belly with the milk of my body, which makes me your Mom. I am your mom so stop addressing me as an unknown lady. You shall henceforth address me with love, as a son should address his mom, okay?'.

Salim nodded his head in meek acceptance.

Preetha pulled his body a bit more downwards and pressed her other full breast on his mouth. She said mockingly '... Now say, mom - give me milk!'.

With the weight of Preetha's large breast pressing on his mouth, Salim could mutter 'Mom...gib be bilk'. Preetha laughed aloud in glee 'Shit, you are so cute!' she cried.

Salim started sucking again. Preetha felt the initial pang of pain in her other unused nipple; but in a while she was again flooded with bliss". 'Uffffff...keep sucking, dear...keep drinking, as much as you want!' Preetha muttered with closed eyes.

After some time, Preetha opened her eyes. Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to the front of his shorts. She got startled! The boy was wearing a very old tattered boxer shorts, the fly was open in absence of buttons and...oh! The boy's hard erect penis rose straight out of it and stood erect in the air! The penis was small in size... may be five inches in length (which is normal; one cannot expect a larger penis in a boy such small size, Preetha mused internally), but it was rock hard! It looked a stick made up of pink frozen ice. Yes, the penis was pink in colour. Unlike other parts of his body, his genitals never came in direct contact with sunlight; so it retained its original color. Preetha mused internally, 'God! just imagine how fair was the boy!'.

Preetha thought to ignore the sight, but her gaze was constantly getting drawn towards it. 'It may be small in size, but beautiful and perfectly shaped', she thought. The pink foreskin was drawn back; the reddish tip and glans were clearly visible! The tip was already moist with pre-cum. The penis was drawing her attention like a magnet; she felt an irresistible urge to touch it! A turbulence stormed in her mind - a tussle of urge over hesitation. 'Shame on me! I told him I am his mom...why should I have such an urge?, she reasoned within herself. Then, another thought flooded her mind. 'Well, why his penis is standing hard and erect like this then? Can one have an erection with one's mother?'.

The boy has undergone so much suffering in his small life; so much torture and neglect. A fabulous woman like Preetha has shown him such kindness, given him the privilege of her closeness, warmth and care. Well, he may feel aroused. Truly, Preetha is such a girl who can make any male hot any moment with her sexual appeal. And, then, the boy may be smallish in size, but his hormones must have become active! Preetha did not find anything wrong in Salim's physical excitement, after all.

A torrent of thoughts went through her mind. 'I compelled him to address me as mom, I myself fed him my breast milk, but, frankly, what is his direct biological relation with me?' Preetha reasoned internally. 'If a girl can give so much permissiveness and warmth to a young adult, how she can prevent his normal biological urge?'

'Well, in that case, will it not be better if she also helps in releasing his sexual tension?' she thought and, to face the truth, why only Salim is to blame? - doesn't her own body and mind are asking for fulfillment? - not just as a mother, but also as a woman?

Preetha slowly reached out, caught hold of the boy's erect penis in her soft hand and started to stroke it gently. The boy got startled, jerkily removed his mouth from Preetha's nipple and looked down, milk oozing down the corner of his lips. Preetha pressed his head back to her boobs. 'Be quiet, it's okay. Keep sucking... let me take care of you. You would love it in the end.' Preetha purred.

Within five minutes, Salim jerkily removed his mouth from Preetha's boobs and let out a long muffled cry 'Ahhhh... oh Mom!' as squirts of semi-dense semen started spurting out of the red tip of his hard penis in large blobs. Being a boy, the semen was not very dense, but Preetha was surprised by its quantity. It must have filled half a cup, she thought. Rivulets of semen rolled down Preetha's hand, oozed out of her fist and pooled onto his shorts.

Salim lay still for a long time on Preetha's lap - fully spent. His small chest was trembling like a bird, his body being raked with strained breathing. His T-shirt was soaked in milk that oozed out of his mouth while his boxer shorts were wet with semen. Preetha reclined back on the couch, resting herself as the boy lied between her legs. She felt relaxed and dreamy.

When his breathing became normal again and he was in a position to speak, he asked Preetha in a dazed voice 'What happened to me, mom...did I piss in my pants? But, I had a strange feeling in my body - it never happens when I pee!'

Preetha giggled heartily, 'Pee does not look like this either.', she said as she brushed her semen-soaked fingers on Salim's cheeks. His cheeks got smeared with semen as he winced back.

'Ehhh... nasty... ishhhh', Salim said as he sat up upright on the sofa and tried to rub his face dry with the hem of his T-shirt.

'No use rubbing your face with it...your shirt, shorts have all become totally soiled. Take them off, I shall put them in the washing machine.', Preetha said as she loosely draped her pallu over her bare chest.

Salim hesitantly said 'What shall I wear if I take them off?'; he stood awkwardly before Preetha.

'Nothing...' said a bemused Preetha as she forcibly stripped Salim off his shorts. Salim tried to prevent, but could Preetha's strength as she stripped him naked giggling.

'Let me turn on the water heater. Let us take a bath.' said Preetha as she pulled out the T-shirt over Salim's head.

Salim had started to shed his shyness slowly; he did not look very embarrassed now standing stark naked before Preetha wrapping his hands around his thin chest as a last sign of modesty.

'My, how frail he is!' Preetha mused in her mind. 'If he stays with me, I shall fatten him up with my boob juice.'

There were blue welts all over his body. That ruthless watchman needs to be fired immediately, Preetha thought in her mind.

She strolled towards the washroom, holding Salim by hand. Her pallu came off and started loitering behind her. Entering the washroom, she first filled the bathtub with hot water. 'If the boy sits in hot water for some time, his body ache may lessen a bit' she thought.

Salim said 'Wow! you have this in your bathroom!' as he pointed to Preetha's bathtub. Preetha smiled and then started to take off her saree saying 'I have many other things for you my darling.' Salim was observing her, dumbfounded. He had seen quite a few pretty girls in his small life, particularly during his stay in the red light area of Sonagachi. He had never dreamt to come across a lady as wonderfully beautiful as Preetha - so tall, so curvaceous and so opulently healthy! Her pedigree, class and stature was way above those girls and it was evident in the way she spoke, moved or carried herself. As she shed off her clothes she didn't look like a mere woman to him, she was like the large bare statue of Goddess Durga which the sculptors of Kumartuli created with their years of artistic skills before Durga Puja, the greatest and biggest festival of Bengalis.

After stripping off her saree and blouse, Preetha stood stark naked before Salim. Nobody except her husband Ayan ever had the fortune to see her threadbare like this. But the very remembrance of her husband's name brought disgust in Preetha's mind. Preetha stood before Salim and drew him close to her. He was lost in the warmth and fragrance of his newly found mother's body, as if he was in a dream. The front mirror held their reflection.

'What a puny boy...standing, he head does not touch my boobs even! He can suck my breasts standing like this. I could be so much fun!' Preetha smiled in her mind.

She took him to the bathtub, sitting in the slowly filling warm water first and leading him into it, placing him comfortably on her lap. They sat in the bathtub for a long time, Preetha holding Salim in her embrace. The headiness of the alcohol returned as she sat in the hot water, soaking in the warmth. The boy was reclined comfortably on her body, resting his head on her chest. Preetha's heartbeats pulsed in his ears. His body got fully relaxed by the warmth of the water and Preetha's warm embrace. 'This is heaven!' he thought drowsily.

Preetha whispered in his ear 'Like it? Does the ache feel a bit less now?'

'The pain is now gone, mom!' he replied and started imparting tiny soft kisses on Preetha's robust right forearm which was draped around his neck. Preetha felt a shiver down her body!

Salim now turned in the bathtub and sat facing Preetha. He stared wide-eyed at his savior. This divine damsel is no ordinary woman...she must be a deity. No ordinary woman can be so tall, so beautiful, so healthy and so strong - all at a time! As she sat reclined in the bathtub, droplets of water were trickling down her wide rounded shoulders. Her opulent glorious breasts were half immersed in the water in the tub - they looked sublime as they heaved up down with the rhythm of her breathing. Her goddess-like face looked exquisite with the glow of bliss and slight intoxication from the vodka. The tiny black mole at the corner of her lip has rendered an irresistible charm to her curvaceous lips.

Preetha felt a bit uneasy at the way he stared at her with fascination. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' She asked softly. 'I...' fumbled Salim, 'I have never seen anyone so beautiful like you Mommy...I still can't believe if this is true or I am dreaming!' There was such sincerity in his voice and eyes that Preetha's heart melted further. She was not a stranger to compliments, men have complimented her in so many ways, but the way Salim said those words with the innocence and commitment of a child, it couldn't ring any truer.

'This is real my darling...' Preetha said fondling his half wet hair and trailing her palm on his wet cheeks; 'This is how our lives will be from now on. I am not going to let you go...ever. You will be with me, you will stay me with me, you will be mine and I am yours. We will live together till the end of times, I promise you that, I have taken my decision.' She said.

Salim was looking at her unblinking as she said those words, looking at the movement of her mouth, her beautiful curvy lips forming those sweet words and the irresistible call of that mole which beckoned him.

Salim didn't say a word and slid up his slight frame over her wet fleshy body, and tried to reach her lips. He was yearning for a kiss, but Preetha decided to teach the boy some self control and ceased his approach by firmly grabbing his back and arching her neck back so that he couldn't reach her face.

'What are you doing?' She asked, Salim squirmed a little as her breath brushed his face, so close...yet so far, the smell of her mouth heightened his eagerness to taste it.

'a kiss Mommy...a kiss...just one...please...' Salim pleaded.

'What have you done to deserve a kiss?' Preetha replied giggling, to which Salim desperately said

'What do I have to do Mommy...just tell me...what do I have to do to kiss you?'

'Mmmm...let me think...'Preetha pondered in a bemused manner and then said mischievously,

'let me see how strong you are, you have to lift one of my boobs with your mouth, you can't use your hands, just your mouth, you will have to pull it up and hold it for five seconds.' She said.

Salim looked at her for a couple of seconds and then smiled with the enthusiasm of a boy, accepting the challenge.

He clamped his mouth around the nipple of her left breast and sucked hard, his cheeks caving in and creating a vacuum, Preetha could feel her milk bud moistening with his saliva and her spurting milk.

'SSS...Ahhh...mind your teeth...it hurts...' she moaned, and Salim wrapped his lips over his teeth, wary of not causing her the slightest discomfort. He pulled and he pulled hard, lifting his head and with that her left breast as well. He was lifting more than three kilos of flesh with his mouth only; her breast was bigger than his head.

Preetha was amazed to see the boy's commitment. She threw back her head and laughed heartily, as Salim lifted her breast and held it up with his mouth, her sweet laughter magic to his ears.

'Haha haha...bass bass...okay, you have become an Olympic breast lifter.' She laughed out.

'Now let go, or you will hurt your jaws' she said, and finally Salim released the boob from the clamp of his mouth with a popping sound, milk mixed with his saliva oozing out from Salim's mouth and Preetha's breast as the massive mammary plopped back with a wet fleshy sound. Preetha was appalled by the amount of milk she had leaked out in his mouth. She didn't wait anymore to bestow his reward; she dragged him close to her and locked her lips on his tiny mouth. Their tongues explored each other's oral cavities with desperate urgency, rolling over each other, brushing inner cheeks, teeth and palates; copious warm saliva mingling and threatening to overflow. When they finally released each other they were gasping for breath, their lips and chins smeared with their mixed drool. Both were feeling shy and couldn't look at each other. With his gaze down and a cute smile on his wet lips Salim asked Preetha, 'Can I sit on your lap for a while Mommy...I just want to cuddle with you...' Preetha smiled and nodded without saying anything. She relaxed as his small hands brushed on her chest, marveling at the wet smoothness, at first with little hesitation and shyness but gradually becoming bolder with the moment. He cupped each breast with both his hands, amazed by the size and heaviness, he pressed them between his palms as milked oozed and trickled down from them mixing with the warm water. He splashed handfuls of water on her breast giggling and then squeezed the nipples, rubbing them with his thumb, pushing the erect bud deep in the soft mound of her boob flesh; he was veritably playing with them. It hurt a little but Preetha ignored the minor pain, reveling in the waves of pleasure spreading through her body. Preetha felt with this continuous breast stimulation she might reach orgasm even without any vaginal contact. She didn't at that moment want to reach that point of losing control completely, over her mind, heart and body. She held Salim's frail wrists and told him softly, 'That's it, enough, lets clean you up now'. Salim obeyed without a word.

Preetha poured a large amount of her expensive shampoo on his shaggy head, working up a thick lather as his eyes closed with the pleasure of her soft hands and long fingers trailing on his head. Her blissful touch was easing out all pain from his body, he never felt so much comfort in his entire life and it was like he had passed away and went to heaven. Preetha cleaned his long unruly hair with the hand shower, warm water cascading on his head and washing away years of dirt and grime, making him feel like a new person all over. As she was done washing his head he turned at her and requested to return the favor, Preetha felt a gushing love for this child. She told him she doesn't want to wet her hair, but he can wash her body if he wanted.

Preetha poured a lot of liquid bubble soap in the water and showed Salim how to use the hand shower. Salim was overjoyed by it, and started playing with the hand shower, spraying water on her chest. The warm spray felt wonderful on her massive milk heavy mammaries. Preetha reclined back, relaxing as Salim washed her breasts with the shower, rubbing them and foaming up the water around. Salim picked up a soap bar from the stand and asked Preetha if he can wash her with it. Preetha knew she didn't need anymore washing, but understood that he just wanted to feel her up and she indulged.

Salim went behind her as she leaned back on his body, resting as his hands rubbed the soap all over her breasts, shoulders, arms and neck. Her smooth soft olive skin glistened with the slick soap foam; Salim's small hands were feeling wonderful on her body. She felt there was a certain inhibition playing inside the boy. He was curious like a cabin boy beholding the ocean for the first time, eager, yet awestruck by the vastness and depth. His hands were a bit unsure and shaky as they trailed on her warm wet skin. Preetha decided to make him a bit more familiar to the body of a woman. She raised her arm back and patted his shoulder. 'Come, there's a lot left of me to wash.' She purred.

After that Preetha was washed with a shower of kisses all over her body. He started with her neck and wide shoulders, going down to her chest and those massive breasts, covering almost every square inch of them. Preetha reclined back and responded with soft sighs, gasps and moans. As he was on her belly, his small tongue fluttered in and around her navel, she winced and licked her lips; a soft moan escaped her mouth. In the beginning Salim was apprehensive as he thought he was causing Preetha discomfort but then it dawned upon him that those sounds were of pleasure, and it was a sweeter music to his ears than the voices of heaven. It encouraged him and he went further down her navel, and at that point Preetha clamped her vagina with her hand. No, she was not ready for this, not yet. This is one treasure she will reveal to him in due time, when she decides.

'Enough...'she said, '...now come here, let me wash you, I am not done with it yet.'

Salim obediently curled up to his new mother, resting on her chest as she wrapped his skinny body with her softness. In a relaxed way her hands travelled all over his slight chest and arms, at this point they were just enjoying the comfort of warm foamy water and each other's bodies. Preetha had never felt so good cuddling with any man (There was only one in her life, Ayan and the memory repulsed her), the way she felt with this boy. He reminded her of her childhood and her favorite teddy bear Mr. Poppins, which was her only friend and she spent the whole day with it, feeding it, mothering it, making imaginary conversations and cuddling while sleeping. Salim at that moment reminded her of the same comfort, her body was flooded with a surge of good hormones, the feeling was absolutely blissful. She could feel his heart thumping like a fluttering bird inside the cage of his chest under her hands and then she noticed something was rising out of the water.

It was his penis, 'did it already grow a little?' she wondered. It was hard and erect like a pole, the glans peeping out of the foreskin, it was throbbing red. It was so hard that it stood steady like a flag post, pulsating, the tip moist with water and oozing pre-cum.

'Baby...' she whispered in his ear, '...can I clean it for you? It won't hurt I promise.'

Salim sighed and kissed her arm, 'You can do whatever you want mommy, if you are doing it, everything feels good. There's no need to ask me.' He muttered.

Preetha giggled and reached out to his penis, he was so small that even leaning on her chest, legs stretched out, his cock was about half her arm's length away. She held it delicately with both hands.

Just by the touch of her soft hands he trembled a little and buried his face in the nook of her thick arm, breathing hard. Preetha gently held his organ and slowly peeled off the foreskin from the glans, exposing the tender bulbous head. Salim whimpered a little, his sharp breathing tickling the inside of her right arm as Preetha giggled playfully. With a few gentle strokes the sheath of the foreskin was sliding up and down smoothly. Preetha understood it must have been a bit painful for the boy, since it was probably the first time his penis was being treated. He must understand how important it is to clean the foreskin as smegma might gather in the skin folds. So far it was clean since it was the first day he had ejaculated, but Preetha did not take any chances, she rubbed the foreskin with foam and water, she wanted him squeaky clean.

So much genital stimulation was overwhelming little Salim, it was hurting a bit, his foreskin was quite tight and peeling it off and cleaning it was quite painful; but it felt surprisingly good as well. His mother's hands were so soft and she was so gentle yet firm. It seemed she knew exactly want to do. His penis felt safe and secure enveloped by her soft hands, and long sleek fingers.

Salim was moaning indistinctly, and Preetha wondered if it was because of pain or pleasure...or both? However she wanted to comfort him even more, her left hand stroking the rock hard penis she guided his head with her other hand to face her as she leaned forward looking into his half closed eyes deeply.

'Is it hurting, my little angel?' She asked softly.

Looking at her goddess like kind and beautiful face Salim felt all pain and discomfort fleeting. The tiny droplets of water on her cheeks and neck shining like diamonds, her deep dark eyes and her impossibly beautiful lips forming those comforting words made her look like an angel. Her mouth...her lips...the warm scent of her breath; her incredibly beautiful mouth and that little mole beckoned him, he felt like going inside her mouth and stay there forever. He was dumbfounded for a while and then could speak hesitantly.

'No mom...it's not hurting. You can never hurt me mom...' he whispered.

Preetha felt her heart would explode with love. She pulled him up and lowered her face to his eager mouth and they kissed again.

It was the deepest most intimate kiss possible. First she just breathed in his mouth as he sucked her breath in hungrily, relishing the moist warmth and smell. Then she opened up a bit more, letting his curious tongue enter her oral cavity. It flicked nervously tasting the moisture of her tongue. Preetha understood his nervousness and gently wrapped her soft lips around his tiny mouth, guiding his little tongue inside her, playing with it with her own, bathing it with her copious saliva...their mutual pleasure was off the charts at that moment, with Preetha stroking his genital and their mouths playing with each other. They had lost count of time sailing on an ocean of love and pleasure.

Finally they parted a little, gasping for much needed breath. Preetha brushed Salim's lips gently with her tongue and he also responded by flicking his tongue on her. They played for a while like that, little frantic touch and go of tongues, playing with the strings of saliva bobbing between them, smiling and giggling like two children at play. Preetha felt child like a child herself and her mind riddled with mischievous ideas.

'Open your mouth.' She said as she lowered his head, cradled in her right arm. Salim obeyed without a word. There was a pause for a while as Preetha worked up as much saliva as she could inside her mouth all the while stroking his cock.

'What are you doing mom?' Salim asked wondering, looking at her pursed lips, Preetha didn't reply and tapped his cheek, understanding the gesture Salim opened wide and Preetha released a thick, warm, bubbling stream of saliva from her mouth. It oozed and dripped copiously in Salim's eager maw filling the little hole with her viscous oral fluids. Salim kept his mouth open expecting more, Preetha was a little surprised, she expected him to be somewhat offended but all he wanted was more!

Preetha spat again, and then again pouring as much drool as she could produce in her mouth till it overflowed and trickled down the corner of Salim's lips. That's it, there was no more, Preetha's mouth was almost dry. She pushed Salim's chin up gently closing his brimming mouth. Salim didn't immediately gulp down her spit, he swirled it inside, rolling his tongue around the liquid, tasting the juices of her mouth, enjoying the thick foamy texture. 'Oh my God,' Preetha marveled, 'He really loves all this lewdness!'

To Salim, this was not any depravity at all; it was an act of unquestionable pure love. He could taste his new mother's love in her saliva. It had the faintest flavor of Vodka she was having and that intrinsic, private smell of her mouth. It was a divine taste, perhaps second only to the taste of her breast milk. She was a goddess and any of her bodily fluids was nectar of life for him. This impossibly kind, beautiful and gentle goddess was gracious enough to find a wretched humble being like himself worthy of savoring her spit and he felt immensely privileged and honored for that. Slowly, very slowly he swallowed her saliva little by little, trying to enjoy it for as long as he could and finally his thin quivering mouth parted, releasing a sigh of satisfaction, his little pink tongue licked around his lips.

Preetha was amazed by the glow of satisfaction on his face. This was an act of ultimate unconditional devotion and submission to her, and she found a renewed rush of love and adoration flooding her heart.

She held him close tightly, whispering sweet nothingness in his ears as she stroked his penis, this time not with any hygienic motive, he was clean enough; but to guide him to the doorway of absolute physical salvation. Salim whimpered as Preetha's soft hand worked up his penis, while with the other she caressed his face and body. He had become like a ball of dough in her hands which she rubbed, stroked and squeezed to her will. They had both fallen silent; the only sounds in the bathroom were their breathing and soft splashes of water as she stroked him.

Salim's breathing turned labored as ecstasy intensified. Soft moans escaped his throat, his abdomen caving in and out in rapid spasms with each stroke. This time it felt even better, his mother's hand soft and slippery with foam, him being cradled on her large warm and soft body, their combined naked wetness creating a sublime and deep bond. Perhaps the last time Salim felt this comfortable, warm and secure was even before his birth, inside his late mother's womb.

The indistinct mewling of the tiny boy pressed hard on her body made Preetha feel the ultimate bliss of being a woman. She felt a halo of preternatural feminine energy around her, an aura of divinity. Like a mother she will shower all her love on him, like a woman she will introduce him to the pleasures and pains of copulation, but like a goddess she will also have complete sway over him. He was completely, unconditionally her own, she was his only salvation from the ravages of the world. She was his Mother, Woman and Goddess, and he her Son, Lover and Worshipper. Preetha had never felt so much positive energy inside her, and in her enthusiasm she started stroking faster, stronger carrying him to the brink of final release.

'Ah...ah...ahhhhh...mommy...!' Salim cried out, his body trembling with the throes of the impending climax. Preetha's silky wet hands stroked relentlessly, sheathing and unsheathing his throbbing hard penis from the foreskin. Salim felt like his ears were belching fire, heart running like an Arabian horse.

'You are almost there...aren't you?' Preetha hissed in his ear, blowing her hot breath.

'I...I don't know...I think...I think I will explode...please stop...I can't take it anymore mommy...I will pee out that white stuff.' Salim could barely speak his words punctuated by gasps.

'It's okay, let it go...I am there for you. You will feel good sweety...just let it go...' Preetha whispered again, lightly flicking her tongue on his earlobe, and then she felt it rising as spasms erupted all over his body, his toes curled tightly inside the water, he felt his thigh muscles cramping and his malnourished belly tightening up in a knot. Preetha could actually see the bulbous glans bloating up slightly as it prepared for the final explosion, his urethra stiffening beneath her soft sensitive palm. And at that moment Preetha did something out of her whim, which she immediately regretted.

As Salim convulsed in her arms, his penis tightening up for ejaculation she capped the urethral fissure, the release hole at the tip tightly with her index finger and her thumb pressing the glans blocking the canal and the surging squirt of semen. She ruined his orgasm mercilessly.

At this moment Salim screamed with pain and stifled frustration. He shrieked loudly enough to be heard outside, but thankfully the apartment had thick walls, and every door and window were closed for the rains. Immediately Preetha felt a sharp pang of repentance. What did she just do? How could she be so cruel to this sweet boy? She bit her finger with guilt, her eyes welling up with tears. Salim is a human being, a child, and not her plaything!

Salim writhed with agony and tried to touch his penis, he didn't even know what to do with it since he had no clue about masturbation, but Preetha held him firmly, grabbing his wrist and pushing head back on her shoulder. As desperate as Salim was for release he was no match for her strength and his struggles were rendered useless.

No, he was not going to touch himself ever. If he was to share her life he will have to abide by her rules. Though Preetha was ridden by guilt for her reckless torment, she made that decision at that moment. He will never masturbate, and even if he dares to learn she will put him back to street. His one and only source of pleasure will be his goddess mother and she will have complete control over his physical needs. This will be his strongest tie with her.

Salim's thrtashings were gradually subsiding, replaced by sobs and whimpers. Preetha held him tight, reassuring him with her warmth and softness. 'I am sorry baby...I am so sorry...' Preetha said with a trembling voice. 'I just wanted to keep it inside you. I will give you release but later, I promise my sweetheart!' Salim was silent, in fact he couldn't speak, his throat choked with the agony of his ruined orgasm, but slowly he became calm and went limp. Preetha hugged him and held him tight, his frail body rising and dipping with her breathing.

They stayed like that for a while until Salim regained his composure and then he turned towards her, sliding within her thick fleshy arms. His slim arms went around her neck and he buried his face in the corner of her neck inhaling the scent of her skin and half wet hair. His right hand caressed the nape of her neck, pleasuring her. He planted soft kisses which sent goosebumps all over her body. 'I love you Mommy...' he muttered in between kisses. Preetha kissed his slender neck as well as she said 'How can you love me baby? I have just been such a bad mommy to you.' Salim lifted his face from her neck and looked into her eyes deeply, his beautiful hazel eyes seeking love. 'But you said you will give me release, you promised, didn't you? That's fine with me. Whatever you want Mommy I will be happy follow that.' Preetha smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. 'Now let's dry up, the water is getting cold.' She said.

Preetha rose from the tub, foam and water rolling down her large beautiful form. As she stood Salim's hands slid all over her slick body stopping at her lower belly. He looked at her vagina with wide eyed awe. Her dense genital hair was glistening and dripping water. Due to the thick bushy growth Salim couldn't see how a vagina actually looks when she stripped in front of him before they went into the tub and after they went in it was submerged in the foamy water.

But now as her hair was sticking to the skin and hanging in long strands, her vagina was partially exposed. This was the first time Salim saw a female genital at such proximity and he was mesmerized. It looked a glistening lotus among a garden of dark leaves. Preetha had been perpetually aroused all the while, and blood flow towards her genitals had increased, it had swollen up distinctly. The brown lips of her labia majora were bloated and the pinkish folds of her labia minora were partially visible. The button of her clitoris had retracted inside the fleshy hood. She had been lubricating for quite long, and though the water had washed away most of it a little remained and it dripped in a few strings, visibly different from the water. There was a slight smell as well and Salim inhaled it deeply. Preetha felt a little embarrassed. 'Come,' she said to Salim 'There's enough time to look at it later.' Salim obeyed silently, held his hand as she guided him out of the Tub, careful so that they don't slip on the wet floor.

Preetha wiped the boy with a soft towel as they stood on the moist tiles. The steam of hot water had settled all over the bathroom floor. Both of them felt refreshed and rejuvenated, especially Salim. His bruises had all but disappeared, the dirt washed away from his hair and body. He had already started looking much fairer. 'He is such a beautiful boy,' Preetha mused, 'A gift from god indeed.'

As she wiped him dry, Salim looked up at her with infatuation. His new mother had the most beautiful face possible in the world, her dark black eyes were like two beaming lights that washed kindness all over him, her long thick half wet hair was like a night deluge, her flawless olive skin was soft and radiant, little shiny droplets of water made her look like she was studded with jewels, her most beautiful feature, her lips curled delicately in a benevolent smile. Unknowingly Salim had become hard again.

After drying up his torso Preetha noticed his stiff throbbing cock, she didn't say anything and smiled knowingly. She started drying herself up, rubbing the towel on her long thick arms and then her wet hairy armpits. Looking at her rubbing her hirsute pits, something snapped inside Salim. All of a sudden he jumped and held her tight, his arms circled around her waist, his belly rubbing against her wet fuzzy vagina and head buried in the deep valley between her breasts.

Preetha gasped with a little surprise and then caressed his wet silky hair. 'What happened?' she asked tenderly. Salim didn't reply immediately, he rubbed his face in the wet softness of her valley, punctuated by kisses. Preetha's left arm snaked around his neck, holding him closer, a sigh escaped her lips, somehow instinctually this boy knew what to do to make her feel good. She gulped a little, licked her her lips with her eyes closed and tilted his head upwards gently with her hand.

He looked so cute and adorable, his cheeks squeezed between her heavy boobs, his head was a bit smaller than each of those huge globes of femininity, his puppy eyes looking up at her. 'What happened?' she asked again smiling reassuringly at him. At that moment he could ask anything from her.

'Please give me release mommy'... he pleaded, 'My pee pee is hurting!'

Preetha's heart melted at this earnest prayer. She said nothing, continuing smiling and caressing his hair and then did something that surprised Salim in return.

Preetha leaned down, put her arms behind Salim's thigh and back and lifted him up effortlessly in her arms like a kitten. Though he was in his late teens, his new mother picked him up and carried him like a child. It was however not very surprising as Preetha was phenomenally built, and due to her athletic background and large frame, she was actually a very strong and powerful woman. A year of sedentary life due to carrying an unborn child and then losing it and after that going into depression combined with irregular, unhealthy food and alcohol had added to her bulk and took a toll on her fitness but her strength had in no way depleted. On the other hand Salim was really tiny, with a thin skinny structure and narrow bones. He was hardly 5'1" whereas Preetha was 5'11" standing solid at more than 75 kilograms. She carried him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them and walked down the passage to her bedroom.

Preetha looked at Salim's face, amused by his expression; he looked flabbergasted and a bit intimidated as well, curled against her wet naked body, a bit stiff fearing a fall. 'Don't you worry darling,' Preetha said 'I won't drop you. I can carry you for a mile without losing breath; you are my little baby, aren't you?'

'Yes Mommy...' Salim said in trembling voice as they entered the bedroom. Salim gasped a little.

He had never seen such opulence in his life. The large master bedroom had wall to wall carpeting. A massive King size bed covered with milk white sheets and multiple pillows beckoned them. At one side of the room a glass covered bay window from floor to ceiling flaunted a balcony behind and the vast expanse of the storm ridden city beyond. They were on the 10th floor of the building hence it gave a wonderful view ahead. It had been more than two and half hours since Slim had entered Preetha's apartment and the storm and rainfall was showing no sign of subsiding. It was 5:30 in the evening but the sky looked like a no moon night, thick dark clouds roiling, interjected by flashes of lightning. The howling winds thrashed the glass panes of the window as it shuddered. Dense drops of rain turned visibility into a haze, and water droplets were condensed on the window due to the coolness of the air conditioned room. Preetha had forgotten to turn off the AC as she hurried out to save Salim, and it was running all along. The room was chilly yet comfortable.

The dark turbulent outsides reminded Salim of how merciless this city can be, and how cruel he had been treated all these years. It was a dark violent world outside and his heart skipped a bit when thunder rolled loudly again. His arms encircled his mother's neck tightly. Preetha looked into his eyes and saw fear and insecurity. She smiled at him reassuringly. That warm smile took away all of Salim's anxieties. The world might be brutal outside but here in the luxurious apartment, in the coziness of the bedroom and in the soft strong arms of his beautiful mother he felt absolutely safe. The torrid weather outside seemed almost apocalyptic, as if the world was coming to an end, and in this world only Preetha and Salim were two people left, safe inside that haven.

Preetha carried Salim to the bed and plopped him on it. As Preetha released him he held on to the back of her neck and they both dropped on the bed, laughing. Preetha was heavy but her soft weight felt wonderful against Salim. The bed was soft as well; Salim had never laid down on such a soft bed ever in his life. Salim felt he was drowning in all that softness and warmth between the bed and his mother. His head felt fuzzy with such unimaginable love and comfort.

Like a weightless doll Preetha effortlessly slid him up the bed grabbing his underarms, resting his head on the soft pillows. Salim closed his eyes, threw his arms back and stretched like a waking cat, his legs wrapped around Preetha's kneeling thighs. To Preetha this looked incredibly adorable and sexy. She caressed his slender torso; His skin had become clean and smooth after the bath. Her hands brushed all over his chest, fondling, teasing his little erect nipples delicately. Salim responded with sighs of pleasure. Her soft, warm palms slid down over his flat belly, fingers digging in his navel briefly as he squirmed a little and then further down to his thighs as he spread his legs for her.

By that time Salim had become rock hard again, his penis throbbing at each touch of his beautiful mother. Preetha rubbed the insides of his thighs gently as a gasp escaped his lips, his hands gathered on his chest as he looked at his mother expectantly. Preetha returned that look with her affectionate, knowing glance. At that moment he looked so adorable that Preetha could not ignore the call. It was time he got his release and Preetha decided to give it the most pleasurable way possible.

Preetha slid on her stomach, her massive, soft frame resting on his legs, enveloping them with her warmth, her face poised right above his throbbing penis. 'What is she going to do now?' he wondered, not a word had been exchanged between them since they entered the bedroom, and Salim dared not break that sweet silence. Emotions had taken over speech.

Preetha just looked at his penis unblinking for a while. It was silky smooth foreskin stretched on the length; veins were popping out due to the strain of erection. A bead of glistening precum had gathered on the ruddy tip. It was such a beautiful looking organ. His penis looked raw from the prolonged submersion in hot water, stroking and that ruined orgasm. Preetha decided to treat it with as much tenderness as possible. First what he needed was plenty of lubricant which will ease the rawness. She licked her lips.

Salim was wondering what his mother is up to as she inspected his penis minutely, barely touching it. He was yearning for her touch. He was surprised when Preetha finally lifted her head, positioned her pretty lips right over the tip and released a large dollop if spit. It drooled out of her mouth coating the entire length of his penis with its wet stickiness. Salim clenched his teeth and winced with the intense pleasure as the warm liquid rolled down his shaft, pooling at the base.

Preetha smiled and playfully trailed her long manicured fingernails on the sensitive and wet skin of Salim's penis. The boy was writhing with pleasure but Preetha's weight held his legs firmly in place. She smeared her slimy viscous saliva all over his penis with her fingers, touching lightly, titillating, not giving him the complete satisfaction of a firm hold. Salim moaned with intense pleasure, throwing back his head.

'ahhh...Mommyyy...'

'If this is his reaction from such minimal stimulation...' Preetha contemplated, '...then what will he do about what's coming next?' Preetha mulled.

She opened her mouth, her hot heavy breath brushed on Salim's penis as he squirmed, and then slowly. Very slowly she took the glans in her mouth, her lips wrapping on the base.

Salim was shocked. 'Mommy...what are you doing? I pee from there...it's...it's dirty!' he gasped breathlessly, waves of unknown pleasure flooding his body as Preetha's tongue played with the head, tasting the sweet and salty precum that secreted from the tip. It felt delicious in her mouth. She didn't reply.

Salim felt a bit queasy watching this goddess like woman sucking his penis like a candy bar. He had always learnt to know his genital is something disgusting. The memory of Raju bhai inserting that hateful thing in his rectum and playing with his still immature cock when he was still younger brought back that nightmare briefly. After that he had grown some sort of repulsion about human penis, even his own. He never even looked down when he used to urinate. He hated his penis and now he suddenly discovered it is a source of unthinkable pleasure the way his new mother, his savior was treating it. Strange conflicting feelings were clashing in his mind. This goddess was taking his lowly organ in her mouth, her sweet smelling and tasting mouth! This privilege was unbelievable to him. Just the sight of her beautiful face, her large closed eyes with long lashes, her smooth olive cheeks caving in with each suck and her lush lips wrapped around his shaft pushed him further towards climax.

Preetha relented for a moment, sucking in much needed breath; her lips hovering over the throbbing glans as they were connected with thick strands of saliva. 'It's okay baby...' she said, strings of spit mixed with precum bobbing from her lips 'There's nothing dirty between mother and son.'

Preetha inserted the penis deep in her mouth going all the way down to the base. She was not using her hands as she slid up and down the penis solely with her mouth, rolling her tongue all around the length. Her mouth was overflowing with her oral juices as she made loud slurping sounds, and if it became too full she was releasing it from the tip of her tightly clamped lips, it dripped copiously on the white sheets. It was the hottest, most aggressive and lewd blowjob she had ever given in her life. In no time she made Salim's crotch a slimy, gooey mess.

Salim on the other hand quivered with intense ecstasy, he in his entire life never knew any comfort or pleasure and now at this moment that overdose of gratification was overwhelming him. His mind went numb from sensory overload, he grabbed the pillow on which he was resting tightly, knuckles going white, sharp rapid breaths accompanied by moans escaped his parted lips, all the muscles of his frail body spasmed with ravishment, toes curling, thighs quavering. At any moment he was going to cum.

Preetha from her experience knew when he was going to cum; his urethral channel will go stiff and his glans will throb uncontrollably, so whenever she felt that in her mouth she briefly ceased her oral stimulation subsiding the orgasm. Preetha herself was becoming uncontrollably excited from giving him oral sex. His desperate reactions were turning her on wildly. She lifted her hips and felt her pulsating vagina with her hand. Her pubic hair had become sticky as her pussy released juices freely, she could even feel it dripping from her vulva. Preetha wanted to enjoy more, but this was getting too much for him, for a couple of times Preetha dialed down his ejaculation but finally had pity on the boy. His body was still not ready for such sexual challenges. Preetha decided to relieve him from sexual tension which had built up like steam ready to explode. She moved her wet lips rapidly on the shaft tightening them briefly at the neck or corona of the bulbous head, the insides of her cheeks pumping rhythmically. Salim was almost ready to explode until a sudden loud and intruding sound interrupted that sweet release. The calling bell was ringing.

Preetha removed her mouth, looking at the doorway of the bedroom. It must be the restaurant delivery, she was insanely irritated 'This was the time they had to come?' she exclaimed angrily in her mind.

'Mommy...don't stop...please...' Salim whimpered. Preetha at first decided not to respond to the door, but then realized Salim was starving, he didn't have anything to eat, and her breast milk was not enough to sustain him. With the given condition of the weather it was unlikely they were going to get any food if the deliveryman goes away. With the intoxication of physical pleasures suddenly broken, Preetha came back to her senses. She had claimed Salim as her son and mate, but she had to act responsible if she wanted to be his mother and cannot give in to her selfish needs and desires.

She wiped her drool dripping chin with the back of her hand and smiled warmly at Salim.

'We will continue later, there's no dearth of time, but you need proper food, and I am hungry as well. You need to keep up your energy, there's a long night ahead of us.' She said, the glint in her eyes promising him unknown pleasures that awaited him to keep him excited.

Salim groaned as he rolled over and Preetha slapped his tiny ass lovingly.

'Now go, chop chop; answer the door for me. I am totally naked.'

'But I am naked too, and you put all my clothes in the washing machine...' Salim complained.

'Wrap a towel around, you are a boy. And hey, there's money in my purse on the table, pay the guy and tell him to keep the change. Now quick!'

Salim trotted away as Preetha watched him lovingly. She stretched on the bed like a waking cat and slid out herself. She was feeling a bit chilly, now that the heat of excitement had subsided. She was also feeling a bit awkward walking around naked in the apartment. She had never done that ever in her life, but today she was doing a lot of things she had never done - couldn't even think of doing in fact.