Salim enjoyed the warm embrace of his new mother but he wanted more. It was like an adventure he had embarked upon, exploring the body of a beautiful woman. The Experience was so new and alien to him that he just couldn't have enough of it. His rock hard penis rubbed against her wet hairy pussy, the texture of moist hairs felt wonderful against the skin of his penis. It was slightly prickly but not to the point of being uncomfortable as her pubes were softened by the juices she just excreted. Salim rubbed his face on the valley of her breasts, enjoying the sweat slick warm skin, inhaling her scent with long whiffs of breath interrupted frequently with soft wet kisses. Preetha enjoyed his love with sighs and rewarded him by caressing his long hair, her fingers trailing through the silky strands.

Salim lifted his face, his big eyes staring at Preetha and muttered. 'Mommy, can I do it again? Just a little more?' Preetha didn't expect a humble request, she thought he was going to push his cock in again without even asking. She was amazed by the amount of respect he was showing her. The very day they met they had crossed all limits, threw away all social taboos and delved into a forbidden union but that didn't reduce one iota of reverence Salim felt for her. In fact his love and devotion towards her had grown manifolds. Preetha had sudden flashes of a feeling that she acted like a desperate slut with the boy, taking advantage of his situation, but that was certainly not the feeling he had for her.

Looking at his wide brown eyes and trembling lips Preetha felt a sudden rush of love once again for him and cupped his face in her hands looking into his eyes with a warm smile.

'Yes baby, we can do this as many times as you want and not just tonight, the night tomorrow and every night of our lives. We are together now, aren't we?' She said.

'Yes mommy, we are together, just promise me we will always be together...you won't leave me ever...'

Salim pleaded, as tears rolled down his eyes. Preetha became speechless, she held him close, her arms encircling his slim body, pressing his face on her, cheeks rubbing hotly with uncontrollable passion, Salims warm tears were smearing on her face as her long powerful legs encircled around his lower back, easing his penis inside her pussy without any help of hands this time. Salim started stroking once again, this time in slow rhythmic motions. Preetha was so wet once again that she could feel her juices spurting out with each stroke and rolling down the crevasse of her ass. The way they were going Preetha thought she would soon have to change the sheets of the bed or they would have to sleep on a totally wet bed when they are finally done. Salim's hips were bouncing up and down, his cock drilling her like a piston and Preetha moaned loudly, encouraging him. He stroked fast and strong continuously for almost five minutes without pause, and finally slowed down a little. He was getting tired as the position they were, he was hardly getting any support for the thrust, his lower back doing all the work, and surprisingly his back was quite strong for a boy his age, primarily due to the hard life he had led so far. 'Baby...' Preetha said breathlessly, her lips brushing against his chin as he grunted with the exertion of his strokes, 'You don't have to work yourself so hard, we can do it the way we were doing before.'

'I can do it mommy...' Salim said panting, trying to prove himself to her, 'If I am making you feel good this way I can keep doing it, you can just relax and enjoy.'

Preetha kissed his cheek lovingly and said 'I am enjoying nevertheless, I am just enjoying your presence inside me. You can roll back on the bed and hold my legs if they are not too heavy for you.'

'I will do anything for you Mommy.' Salim said with an innocent conviction in his voice, Preetha lifted her legs and he held them firmly, entering her once again in this new position. Preetha gasped with pleasure, every new position was like a completely new experience for them. Salim was a virgin, so even the slightest variation in their union was guiding him to new throes of gratification, he never even knew such pleasures existed. On the other hand so many months of abstinence, frustration and pain had left Preetha numb, with each thrust Salim was injecting new life in her. She traced her hands on her skin, feeling herself, reassuring herself it was all real and not some fervid dream induced by alcohol.

Salim pumped hard, his hips moving like a piston, and his lower belly slapping on her nether regions with loud wet blows. The malnourished muscles of his slender body corded up, sweat glistened on his smooth hairless skin, head thrust back with the dizzying pleasures of sex, he was just relentless. Preetha was surprised how long he was maintaining his erection, it was rock hard inside the fleshy folds of her vagina, he was also surprisingly strong, or the love gave him strength, he was carrying the weight of her massive legs in his arms and thrusting like a machine, determined to make her cum again, which Preetha was almost at the verge of one more time.

Preetha pulled her legs towards herself, rewarding him with a better view of their union as his cock pummeled in and out. Salim watched himself, his cock getting buried deep inside the hairy flesh and coming out again bathed in her juices, glistening and throbbing. He could inhale the smell emanating from there, he started feeling dizzy from the heady aroma and his exertion. Preetha was so inebriated with sex that she was losing control of her senses and bodily function, a thin stream of drool escaped from the corner of her lips and rolled down her face.

Finally Salim collapsed on her breasts, panting and gasping, his hips still moving but he was too exhausted. Preetha held him, welcoming his much needed rest, and regained her senses a bit, as she wiped the drool with the back of her hand. She was too intoxicated even to feel embarrassed, and she realized she would never feel embarrassed in front of Salim. She can let go of her womanly dignity and reserve and enjoy the primordial sensuality of raw unrestrained lovemaking.

'It's okay, rest for a while...' she murmered in Salim's ears. Salim shook his head, rubbing his nose and lips on Preetha's chest, his panting had reduced a bit. 'No Mommy, I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum again. I want to see you to spray your love juices on me again.' He said.

'But I just came twice!' Preetha exclaimed. 'It doesn't matter...' Salim snatched her words. 'I want you to soil the bed with your cum. I want to sleep in your wetness.' He said very affirmatively and started thrusting again.

'Uffff...ohhh fuck!' Preetha screamed as Salim started thrusting anew. Salim was also moaning hard this time. 'Aaahhhh...aaahh...ah...ah...' He moaned and squealed pistoning her pulsing insides. Preetha realized something, a grown up man seldom wants to express himself, hence they remain the strong silent type on bed and expect women to do all the moaning to feed their ego. Salim was not at all like that. He expressed himself freely and wanted his new mother to know how much pleasure she was giving him as well. If not for the thunderstorm and heavy rains their loud moans could have been heard from the adjacent buildings as well. But even nature wanted to give them that acute privacy to enjoy their physical union. Salim was losing his senses as well, this time drool slipped out of his open lips and dripped on her breasts, he was swimming in an ocean of pleasure. Preetha was surprised as well as overjoyed by his response, 'Oh Shit!' She exclaimed.

Salim wrapped his arms around her neck and pressed his face on her cheek, breathing heavily, never missing a single stroke. 'Mommy...I love you mommy...please never leave me please...' he said breathlessly, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth, his words paused by frequent kisses. Preetha's eyes brimmed with tears, tears of love, joy and gratification. She whimpered without words. The pain she had been dealing with and this sudden moment of fulfillment was brewing a storm in her heart which rivaled the one outside. Her response didn't come in words but with kisses.

She parted her lips and her open mouth invited Salim who responded with equal yearning. What followed was the hungriest lewdest most messy mouthplay Preetha had ever experienced in her life. Their lips and tongues wrestled with each other saliva pouring out copiously drenching each other's faces. Hot breath, drool and tears mingled with each other, a steamy vapor of love was rising from their faces. Their tongues rolled on each other arduously, paused frequently by lips locking and releasing, pushing gobs of spit in each other's mouth until it became too much to contain and rolled down their lips and chin, especially Preetha's because she was below. Her whole lower face and neck started glistening with streams of their mingled saliva, raw scent of spit and drool emanated from her skin. This was the wildest smooch of her life, and for Salim it was something he first experienced and he was gifted with the pinnacle of lovemaking.

They finally relented, Preetha was getting closer and closer, and Salim was finally gearing up to push his new mother off the edge. Preetha's body was going through the countdown as well...

'Uffff...harder...harder...ssss...aaaaahhh!' she moaned. Preetha knew she was going to climax very soon with Salim's unrelenting thrusts she could feel the throb inside the fleshy walls of her vagina and urethra, but she wanted to give Salim something more. Women climax and men doesn't even get to know until they discharge their bodily fluids as well which is rarely achieved. Preetha had made up her mind that she will let Salim know of her feelings, her body will express for her; it will shower her love all over him.

'Mommy...am I doing it right? Can I make you cum again?' Salim asked eagerly, strings of their mingled saliva bobbing down his chin. His earnestness made Preetha surrender herself completely and teach him the secrets of her body. Secrets she never shared with anyone, not even Ayan her ex husband.

'Yes baby, you will make me cum again, you will make me cream and turn on the fountain inside my love pot.' Preetha said breathlessly.

She propped herself up on one elbow and pointed at her clitoris, careful not to touch it herself. She wanted Salim to touch the glans and throw her off the edge.

'You see this little thing baby?' Preetha asked eyes squinting with the rushing pleasure which overcame her as Salim continued his thrusting. Salim nodded fervidly, 'What's that Mommy? It's so beautiful...it's like a pink pearl!'

Indeed her clitoris had swollen up much larger than its natural state hidden in the folds of her labia, it was glistening brightly and proudly, promising Preetha her final emission.

'This is Mommy's love button, use your fingers, rub it, love it and release Mommy's love juices.' Preetha whimpered, her voice almost choking with the anticipation.

Salim squeezed the fleshy folds of her labia, rubbing them against her clit, sending electric jolts through her body as she quaked. He kept on thrusting as he rubbed her clitoris, his body was in perfect harmony of motion, never missing a beat as he multitasked on his mothers vagina.

Preetha felt her Clit throb as blood rushed into the stimulated glans, Salim's fingers rubbed the glistening button, Salim's touch was delicate yet firm and his strokes regular and veracious. Preetha's pleasure was accentuated yet delayed, growing and growing to the point of no return and then suddenly to her shock and surprise, Salim took her clit between his fingers and pinched the engorged organ, gently first, careful not to hurt his mother.

Preetha gasped and screamed 'Aaaaaahhh ah haa...baby baby...yesss...harder!' She pleaded as Salim increased the pressure. The meaty walls of the vaginal tunnel went through violent spasms as her body convulsed from head to toe. Her urethra released her girl cum in quarts, but Salim had not taken his penis out of her vagina, and it squirted all over her belly and breasts, splashing on her skin in frantic sprays as he went on pumping, drilling out her juices. Preetha thrashed, her body was unable to endure the ravaging pleasure that invaded her flesh like a tsunami. 'AAAhhhhh...pull out...pull out...I can't take it anymore...please!' She cried.

Salim was absolutely astounded witnessing his new mother's orgasm. This one was so much more intense than the one before, as if her body wrung out every drop of pleasure which was building up for the past fifteen odd minutes. This was almost miraculous, the way a boy in his pubescence devastated a woman double his age and size. He looked at Preetha, his face beaming with pride as he saw her flesh temble, eyes half closed with the intensity of the passing climax, panting and sighing and licking her lips, biting the lower lip occasionally, her skin glistening with the cooling sweat and her semi transparent vaginal discharge splattered all over her lower belly to the valley of her humongous breasts, rolling down in tiny rivulets on the soaked bed sheet.

Salim pulled out his hard throbbing cock with a slushy pop from her dripping pussy as she moaned again. He was conserving his cum, he wanted to go again. The way Preetha was now, a glow of satisfaction emanating from her body, Salim would not be able to control his own orgasm just by the look of her hence he decided to pause for a while.

Salim rested on her trembling softness and slid up her cum slick slippery belly, his arms wrapping around her, he wanted to cuddle for a while. Preetha welcomed him by wrapping her arms around his slight form. Salim put his arms around Preetha's neck his face nuzzling at the nape, listening to her heavy breathing and sighs quietly, enjoying the sounds of her satisfaction, his body oscillating with the rhythm of her breathing. After her ecstasy subsided they rolled over facing each other.

For a few lingering moments they just looked into each other's eyes, Salim traced his fingers on her beautiful face, touching her glowing cheeks, neck, tapping her chin lightly, feeling the softness of her lips and the warmth of her breath brushing on his index. 'Did I make you feel good Mommy?' He finally uttered, his voice a whisper. Preetha looked at him with a lingering gaze and smiled, there was no word needed, her expression said it all. 'I love your smile Mommy...' Salim said, 'Especially when you smile with your lips pursed, and the way the mole at the corner of your lip twitches.'

Preetha held his small hand and rewarded his compliment with the same smile. 'Mmmm...and what else do you like in me?' she asked playfully, putting her left arm below Salim's head, cradling it and her hand caressing his head. Their faces were so close that their lips brushed against each other as they spoke, breath mingling. 'I love your voice Mommy...' Salim murmered 'I love the sweet sounds you make while we love each other, I love the heat and smell of your breath, I love the taste of your mouth, I love the sweat on your skin, I love your hair...'

'Go on, tell me more...don't stop...' Preetha closed her eyes and urged him to say more, she was feeling mesmerized, no one had ever told her things this pubescent boy was telling her, he sincerely loved the very essence of her being and complimented her like a Goddess. It's not that Preetha was alien to compliments, they are showered at her almost everywhere and especially from men, but unlike uthers Salim's voice rang true, there was no contrivance or flattery, he spoke with the innocence of a child. Salim continued, complementing each nook and cranny of her body like a bard singing a ballad about a goddess, his words were simple yet strung the very cords of her heart. Preetha responded with occasional sighs, soft brush of her lips on his face, sometimes a flick of tongue on his moving lips. The afterglow of their sex was equally intense as their lovemaking.

'But what I would love most...' Salom ended mischievously, '...Is to go inside Mommy again.' He shifted and tried to get up as Preetha held on to him.

'Noooo...a little more baby; let us cuddle for a while...' She said in a indulgent nagging tone. 'We have all the time in life, I just want to enjoy this warmth a little more.'

Preetha rolled him up in her arms, Salim rested peacefully swaddled by her warm, meaty embrace. His dizzy head was becoming drowsy as sweet slumber came over, he dozed off for a while, a beatific smile lingering on his lips. He felt so adorable to Preetha, his thin face nuzzled between the fleshy mounds of her breasts, his slim cool arms encircling her girth as much as they could, and his softening cock nestled in the thick wet bush of her pubes, the tip touching her still raw clitoris. They lay like that for unknown time, Preetha felt like sleeping as well, but myriad thoughts swam in her head. She didn't know where this relation is leading her to, neither did she care. It was too sweet, too intense to even consider any alternative. This boy belonged to her now and she will do anything to keep him. Preetha had now decided to join work once again, she will call her H.R manager first thing tomorrow and join as soon as possible. She needed her influential friends and colleagues backing her up in this adoption process. Things won't be easy but she will do what she can to make this relation permanent, and then maybe, just maybe in a year or so she will ask Salim to give her a baby. Salim fulfilled her need as a mother and a woman but she wanted one of her own flesh and blood, gifted to her by her most loved one, and that was Salim for all she knew. In due course of time she wanted him to impregnate her, and their union would give birth to a lovely daughter. Yes, she wanted a daughter; Salim has fulfilled her need of a lover and a son, now she wanted a daughter, which was snatched away by the Mullicks.

Preetha lifted herself up, Salim still safely cuddled in her arms, as she put him on her lap, his back and head cradled in her left arm while with the other hand she caressed his slim legs. There were still some welts left from the beating he got in the afternoon Preetha touched them softly, promising herself that she will never let any harm or abuse touch the boy ever. Salim's reverie was broken, he nuzzled his face in the nook of his mother's neck murmering 'it feels so good to sleep like this mommy, you make me feel so safe.' 'Are these still hurting?' Preetha asked him looking into his half closed eyes and touching the welts delicately. 'Just a little Mommy, but as you touch them the pain just goes away.' Salim said. 'I was really scared when you slapped the watchman and the way he just spun and fell on the ground. You were so angry, so strong! But now as I think of it, it looked so funny, just one slap and he couldn't even stand on his feet, and how could he? You are so much more bigger than him; he stood no chance!' Preetha chuckled inwardly, remembering the incident; she had really lost her temper. All her pent up sorrows, anger and frustration came out in that slap. 'You know, I really felt like snapping his neck, that bastard. And honestly, I could have just grabbed his head and twisted it backwards until it broke. I was an athlete you know. I am not like those delicate girls; I have a lot of strength in these arms.' Preetha said as she reclined back on the heap of pillows, Salim still on her lap, holding on to her like a cub.

'Yes Mommy, you are so strong, and yet you are so gentle with me.' He said his lips brushing on the warm skin of her breasts. 'I will always keep you safe baby. Nothing in this world can keep us apart.' Preetha said with a reassuring smile. 'I hope this night just doesn't end. I just want to be here with you like this till the end of time.' Salim squeaked, showering her breasts with soft kisses. 'All our nights from now on will be like this baby, you worry not.' Preetha murmured in his ears, salim shivered at the caress of her warm breath in his ear.

Salim was feeling a little shy, being with her like this, not a single stitch on their bodies, the experience of being completely naked yet relaxed was so new to him. Preetha gathered him in her arms and asked 'What happened? What are you thinking?' Salim smiled shyly with his eyes downcast thumbing a mole in the inside of Preetha's thigh; he didn't reply. 'You love my moles don't you?' Preetha asked bemused, 'Okay I will let you count them one day. Even I don't know how many moles I have on my body; but now you must tell me what you are thinking.' She insisted.

'Nothing Mommy, it's just that everything about you is so beautiful, and I want to go inside that beauty again. It feels so good Mommy! He looked at her in her eyes and admitted.

'Hmmm...' Preetha smiled impishly 'I know it feels good, especially since it is your first time and that too with a woman like me. But you know there will be rules, first rule, you cannot cum inside me. Whatever happens the white stuff should never be released inside me. I will buy condoms tomorrow, but for today you must control yourself.' She said.

'What's a condom mommy?' Salim asked innocently to which Preetha laughed and said ' Hahaha...you will see...but for now just remember. Come, put your joystick inside Mommy's lovepot and lets churn out some more love juices.'

An overjoyed Salim reached up and planted a messy, slurpy kiss on Preetha's cheek as she laughed heartily. 'I am sorry Mommy, I messed up your face.' Salim said as a thin string of saliva bobbed between his lip and the wet dripping patch on Preetha's cheek. 'It's okay, we can mess each other up as much as we want. This is how we express our love baby.' She said 'Now get off Mommy's lap. I know you are tired and we will do it a bit differently this time.' Salim's cock was hard and rubbing Preetha's soft belly, Preetha imagined the amount of cum stored inside his ballsack. Salim rolled back obediently and with his knees spread on the bed he proudly displayed his erection; his cock was twitching, throbbing, the veins popping out with the anticipation of the union. Preetha thought of getting on top of the boy and doing it, but then thought again, considering her size and strength and the way she was losing control tonight she could injure the frail boy. She will try the woman on top position once they are more eased in in their relation, for now she wanted to try a tricky yet a much safer position which will be much more relaxing for them both.

Preetha eased Salim back on the pillows, positioning him between her legs. Salim marveled at the sheer size of her legs, being so tall her legs were almost the same length of Salim's whole body, and each of her thighs was bigger in girth than his entire torso. 'God, he is so small and yet he is giving me so much pleasure!' Preetha wondered. They brought each other's hips as close as possible, pressing into each other as Preetha held his erect cock and guided it into her pussy. She grimaced at the rawness of her pussy and hissed a little. Salim moaned softly as his penis entered the squelchy warmth once again, her meaty insides wrapping his organ wetly. She pushed on until it was completely buried to the hilt and lay back relaxing. She reached out her hand which Salim grabbed, locking their bodies together firmly. 'I will start now baby, just lay still and hold on to me. Let me do the work, it's gonna feel good I promise.' She said. Preetha started rolling her huge globular ass, the muscles of her lower back and glutes doing all the work as his penis slid in and out of her vagina which had started leaking already. 'Aaaahhh...' she moaned. No matter how many times she was doing this tonight, it felt equally pleasurable.

In a relaxed manner Preetha continued this position, their bodies were in perfect harmony. Salim gazed with wonder as he could clearly see his mother hairy pussy eating up his ram rod hard penis and releasing it again, coating it copiously with her girl sauce. Since he was not in an active position Salim gave himself up completely to the beautiful sensory stimulation. He settled in a half awake dream like state enjoying the precious feeling his new mother gifted him, listening to her soft moans and the creaking of the bed under her weight. Salim was floating in an almost drug induced ennui, he was looking at the ceiling, eyes half closed, shallow breaths escaping his open mouth, his hands trailed on the smooth skin of Preetha's massive fleshy thighs, caressing them with as much love he could muster.

'Are you liking it baby?' Preetha asked between gasps. 'Yes mommy, I feel so good...so relaxed, but it feels better when I can see your face mommy. I love to see your face when we make love Mommy.'

Preetha understood this was the much needed final stimulant for the boy to reach the epitome. He wanted to see her face, her expressions as she enjoyed the act, more than the penile pleasure it was more important for him to see her satisfaction, and that was the sign of true love.

'Prop yourself up on the pillows.' She instructed. 'You can see me, and now I will do it a little faster. Just tell me when you are about to cum oaky?' She said. Salim obediently propped himself up on the pillows, now sitting reclined he had a clear vision of Preetha, she was looking so beautiful! Salim noticed that his crotch was glistening with her fluids. 'Yes Mommy yes...this is so much better!' He yelped and Preetha increased the pace of her strokes 'AAAH...ah...ah...yes baby cum for Mommy...cum for Mommy please!' she encouraged him, she threw up her arms giving him a clear view of her hairy pits, she has now known the right strings to pull.

This was the final straw, Salim felt a tight knot in the insides of his lower belly as he saw the dark fuzz on her armpits, promising the smell he has grown addicted to, and her face...her divine face, mouth open, eyes half closed, her long midnight tresses coiled all over the bed; the sound of her incessant moans, the tremble of her hefty thighs, the bounce of her massive milk heavy breasts and the wet tightness of her pussy, wringing his adolescent organ to the point of explosion. Yes, this was the final blow.

Preetha due to her age long experience immediately detected the tautness in his glans before final release, she knew he was not going to pull out himself as he was too overcome with pleasure; he was not experienced enough and would spill the seed in her urethra unknowingly. Preetha couldn't allow that and grabbed his cock with her hand, Salim yelped with pain from her firm grip as she forcefully pulled out his throbbing slimy organ. 'No, I told you not to cum inside me!' she snapped, feeling a little angry as well. 'Aaaaahhh...Mommy...' Salim almost screamed as she tugged his cock and pulled him up on her, dragging him by his cock. 'Not inside my belly, you can cum on my belly...' Preetha said curtly. She felt a little remorse for being so harsh with the boy, but he needed to know his boundaries. Preetha could have taken a pill next day, but she didn't want to abuse her body for the sake of his fulfillment. She had done it multiple times with Ayan in their marital life and it took a toll on her period cycles, she wanted to remain healthy, and in this new relation she was going to call the shots. Salim needed to know his position, and it was certainly beneath her. From now on she will never allow a male to take lead in her sex life, and Salim was most unlikely to do that, but still she needed to keep him in check. There will be rules to follow and he must abide by them.

Perched on his mother's soft fleshy belly, Salim looked at her displeased face apologetically and said 'I am sorry Mommy, I didn't know what to do...it felt too good to pull out.' Preetha's momentary ire cooled down immediately with this helpless admission. 'It's okay...' she said; 'You will learn, now use your hands and cum on my belly, release yourself.'

'But how will I do it Mommy? I have never done this.' Salim said helplessly. Preetha realized, fighting for survival this boy never had a chance to any sort of pleasure, when you are uncertain of the next morsel of food you will ever have it is not possible for one to explore their own bodies, other human urges are subdued by the primal needs of mankind. When your stomach is empty you don't feel any other desires.

'You remember how I did it? How I held your pee pee and stroked up and down gently? Just do it like that.' Preetha instructed pointing at his glistening cock 'There's plenty of my love honey on your pee pee, use it as lubricant, start now or it will dry up.' She said.

Salim obediently started stroking his cock, his hand movements jerky and inexperienced, his grip unsure as he didn't know exactly how much pressure was needed to exact maximum pleasure. 'He will learn.' Preetha told herself and to encourage him caressed his thigh with which he straddled on her, threw up her arm again to expose her fur and made exotic faces 'Yes baby cum on Mommy...I want to feel your hot cum on my skin...aaaahhh...' She fake moaned as she knew looking at her he won't be able to hold back much longer.

Salim kept on jerking off awkwardly until he gave up...even being highly excited by this position where he was straddling on the softness this huge beautiful woman, witnessing her ecstasy, he couldn't feel that surge inside his urethra. 'Mommy...Mommy...' he cried out in desperation 'I...it's not coming out!' He exclaimed. Preetha looked at him quizzically 'What happened? Just do it the way I did to you...its simple.' She said.

'Mom, it's not feeling good like the way you did it, my hands are too rough and my pee pee is hurting.' Salim said weakly, his body screaming for release.

Preetha realized he was telling the truth, his hard life on the street had made his hands coarse and rough. Though he was a boy his hands had been rendered calloused and hard like a construction worker from living in the streets. A rush of sympathy and love swept over Preetha as she smiled at him affectionately. Salim took this liberty to hold her wrist and guiding her hand to his cock. He whimpered with pleasure as his foreskin touched the silky smoothness of her palm. Preetha delayed her grip a little, teasing him a bit as he rubbed his penis on her palm, her hand was so soft that it didn't even need lubrication, although Salim was leaking pre-cum aplenty.

'Mommy...please...please hold it like you did before.' He pleaded squealing and preetha encircled his throbbing penis with her long delicate fingers. His cock now firmly enwrapped in her hand Preetha started stroking. Salim moaned with pleasure 'Oh my God Mommy it feels so good...you hand is so soft and warm, and the way you are doing it...its perfect...ah...ah...'

Preetha had now milked the boy three times so far and she knew exactly the pace and pressure required to throw him off the edge. She stared at him, making eye contact, he looked so cute shivering as she worked on his rock hard penis, the way he was looking at her with half squinted eyes, closing them often with the overwhelming ecstasy, the shaft felt smooth and sticky in her hand. His hand was still holding her wrist afraid that she will let go. Finally his thighs started shaking uncontrollably, squeezing her waist, Preetha felt his glans stiffening and finally released in quick rapid convulsions. Salim Came.

His semen came out in thick hot spurts, splashing first on the lower half of her face, startling her with the force and then on her neck and breasts, splattering them with semi white sperm and clear juices, and then on her belly. He had come in quarts, screaming all the way. Preetha couldn't believe the amount of semen he released. He covered most of her upper body with his slime. 'God...so much cum!' Preetha exasperated. Salim had finally released the pent up love that was growing and growing inside him for the past three hours as they enjoyed each other's body almost relentlessly.

His chest bellowing with exertion, a thin sheen of perspiration glistening all over his smooth body Salim collapsed back on his mother's legs as Preetha held on to his hands firmly. She was not going to let him touch himself, not immediately after she released him. One hand wrapped around his wrists, she used her right hand to milk out the last droplets of his boy juices which rolled down inside her crotch. Her face was smeared with Salim's cum and Preetha licked her lips, tasting his semen. It had a raw pungent taste unlike the saltiness of an adult's semen. She liked it and gulped down a little as Salim reclined shivering and panting on her huge fleshy thighs.

With the aftershock of ecstasy subsiding Salim finally pulled himself up and looked at Preetha who was still relaxing as he sat on her, her whole upper body and face splattered with his cum, which was now losing its thickness and rolling down her skin all over. 'Oh my God Mommy...there's so much!' Salim exclaimed, he held his cock and looked at it, 'I never knew so much can come out of it...this white stuff!'

Preetha laughed indulgently 'Ha ha ha...it's because you have been storing it up for so long. The longer you delay the more it piles up in those balls of yours. I don't know how you could hold back for so long, will you tell me?'

'It's nothing mom...' Salim grinned shyly, lowering his gaze from his mother's wet face 'I just wanted to prolong your pleasure, you were feeling so good. I knew if I released I won't be able to continue and all I wanted was to see you release more of that honey from your love pot. You look so lovely when you do that, and I love the smell that comes out when you spill over.'

'I love your smell too baby...see how I am smelling all over...your cum has a strong scent.' Preetha said lovingly. 'Now since you have made all this mess on Mommy who will clean it up?' Preetha spoke with mock authoritativeness. Salim's face lit up, 'I will clean you Mommy, I need some cloth...there's too much of it.' He quipped. Preetha pointed at her open wardrobe there were a few pieces of clean towels. Salim quickly picked one of them up and gently, very gently dabbed it on her skin, wiping the liquefying semen off her body. Preetha felt absolutely serene, enjoying Salim pampering her. She knew with the excuse of cleaning he was also feeling her up, his hands working on her soft skin and flesh and she allowed him with lenience. She just imagined how wonderful he must be feeling, his happiness knowing no bounds serving his Goddess Mother, the most beautiful woman he ever saw in life and she bestowing upon him the blessing of physical union and intimacy. It was 2:30 in the morning, the sky was still roaring as there will be no end to this storm. Preetha and Salim both felt exhaustion setting in. They have been constantly loving each other from the afternoon, time flew by as there was no tomorrow. Their insatiable love and eager exploration of each other's bodies were burning down to a warm glow now. Both of them wanted to just calm down, be in each other's embrace and rest for the night. With physical hunger satiated they melted down in a deep pool of intimate bonding in the spiritual level.

'Mom, can I hold you from behind, it will feel good...' Salim asked, Preetha smiled at him complaisantly, she knew he wanted to hold her like a man holds a woman despite being half her size, it gives him a sense of deep bonding and possession for his woman. It was okay for Preetha, she could give in to him, make him feel secure and let him know she belonged to him from now on.

Salim scampered back and held her tightly from behind, his arms encircling her soft belly. They stayed like that without uttering a word; Preetha lost in her thoughts while Salim held her lovingly, the placidness interrupted rarely as Salim breathed in the scent of her hair, the drying perspiration on her shoulder and nape of neck, brushing his lips occasionally on her smooth skin with utmost tenderness. Preetha had never been loved with such delicacy, she felt as if Salim yearned to melt inside her body, the way he held on her, clung on to her. Though he was just a boy, lean to the point of malnourishment and half her size, the protectiveness and warmth his arms and touch offered, Preetha had never felt the same with Ayan ever.

Preetha slid down looking up at Salim whose gentle hands trailed through her hair, She was now lying on his lap. Those thin bony legs gave her more comfort than anything. 'Baby, can I rest on your lap for a while please?' She asked him softly as Salim smiled at her cozily. Of course Mommy, let me massage your head, you will feel relaxed. I will be very gentle I promise.' He said. 'I know you will baby...' Preetha muttered as her mind trailed off, she reflected on what had happened today, it was so abrupt, unforeseen, all of a sudden. Several hours ago she was crying alone, a lone woman who had all the material comforts money can buy and yet so stricken by sadness and solitude. Her loss tore through her throwing her in an abyss of depression, and now there she was feeling completely fulfilled and satiated both physically and emotionally. She had entangled herself in a bond that came out of nowhere, a strange bond unlike any she had ever heard of or seen, but a bond strong enough to look at her life from a wholly different perspective. It happened like it had to happen, she was destined to meet Salim and Salim was destined to find love and shelter from her. The relationship that they were thrown into could not be described in conventional terms, the love and compassion they felt for each other was that of a mother of son, the physical gratification they found in each other was like eternal lovers and the care and understanding they shared was of two kindred souls bound in a covenant of supporting each other. Despite the gap between their age and social status, it didn't feel wrong at all. She felt finally everything was alright.

'Mommy, what are you thinking?' Salim asked softly, his fingers trailing within her cascading tresses, looking deep into her large dark eyes which were lost in the distance. Preetha looked up at him, interlocked her fingers into his and raised the other hand to caress his hair; she wanted to make sure that this was real. 'Nothing Baby...' She said. 'But you look so sad all of a sudden Mommy, did I do something wrong?' Salim asked with quivering voice. 'No, not at all baby, come, kiss me.' Preetha nudged his head down gently inviting him. Salim wrapped his arm around her, caressing her temple and gently brushed his lips on her cheek, this time it was not a sloppy kiss, it was gentle and warm as Preetha sighed and whimpered. Her eyes welled up and droplets of tears rolled down her face.

Looking at her tears Salim couldn't contain his own tears as well, he wept silently, comforting her as much as he could. 'Mommy...please don't cry,' He said in a half choked voice, 'I am here, I will take all your pains away. I see that you are sad and alone, there's no one here to take care of you. I promise I will take care of you in every way possible; you don't have to worry about anything. I told you all about me; please tell me about yourself, I can't bear your pain. Tell me everything Mommy; God brought us together for a reason and I swear I will do anything I can to ease your sadness. Tell me Mommy...'

Salim's words made Preetha cry even more, he was so gentle, his voice dripped with love and compassion. She held on to him tightly, sobbing, as he comforted her. It was as if the roles have reversed, he was the caring elder, while she wept like a lost girl.

As the barrage of tears slowly subsided, reduced to occasional sniffles, Salim kept on looking at her with those large doe eyes, asking her in silence. Preetha rested for a while, her chest heaving up and down with the release of emotions as he caressed her head, arms and neck with the gentleness of a caregiver. Preetha wanted to speak, but she felt too spent.

She finally shifted and asked Salim to fetch her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the side table. From his expression it was evident that he was not in favor of her smoking but it was still not his place to ask her otherwise, he obeyed her silently as Preetha lied down and put a cigarette between her lips, she was still feeling so lost, Salim rubbed her shoulder to reassure her of his presence and love. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag, releasing a thick blue stream of smoke as it relaxed her nerves.

'I have a loving mom and dad, I was raised like a middle class sheltered and pampered girl, the only child of my parents. I grew up not exactly in lavishness but all my needs were taken care of. I led a very happy life, and I was so proud of myself, being intelligent and exceptionally beautiful, we had everything, but my parents wanted more for me. They wanted me to get married to wealth and opulence...and that was the beginning of my woes...' Preetha began her story, she told him everything, her marriage, her dreams and how they were shattered by the Mullicks as they robbed her off her child, how her parents cowered off in front of their influence and abandoned her, how she finally found the strength to fight back and shifted to this apartment on her own and was spending her life like a marooned sailor within these walls.

Preetha took a few final drags from her cigarette and snubbed it in the ashtray. Salim held on to her, 'You will never be lonely Mommy, if you allow me in your life I will always be with you. I will always be by your side; I will never let you feel sad ever again.' He promised. Preetha turned at him, trailing her long fingers on his arms affectionately, 'I know you will, and that's why I will never let you go off. Today I have made you an inseparable part of my life. We have become Mother and Son, but our relation is not limited to that, we are lovers as well. You are my little boyfriend; a boyfriend who will stay with me no matter what.'

Preetha's words brought immense joy in Salim's heart, he felt a warm knot of happiness and excitement deep in his belly. He crawled up to Preetha resting his head and arms on her broad fleshy chest, her breasts felt like inflating and deflating pillows with her breathing. He looked at her endearingly as she played with his hair. 'Really Mommy? I think I am the most fortunate man to have a beautiful girlfriend like you.' He said. Preetha chuckled, 'You are not yet a man, but you proved yourself to be better than any man I ever met in my life. Who knows, maybe one day I will make you my husband as well.'

'Oh God, Mommy...I want to be your husband, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life, you will be mine and mine alone.' Salim murmured amorously hugging her breast tight, kneading his face and neck on the soft mound as if he wanted their flesh to melt into each other. Preetha felt unimaginable bliss feeling his tiny warm body rubbing on to her rapturously. She felt the familiar drowsiness now setting heavily, the past tumultuous hours had sapped her both physically and emotionally, her body was slowly shutting down, surrendering to somnolence.

Looking at Preetha dozing off peacefully Salim felt a rush of immense love, he wanted to comfort her to sleep, maybe even sing a lullaby, he felt so protective about her although being a mere street urchin, a boy half her size and age. He had very little power but all he had was the fierce righteous will to shield this beautiful goddess of a woman from the woes of the world. With the heat of their physical union now wearing off the room felt a little chill from the air conditioner. Salim pulled up the sheet to cover her bare body. Comforted by the folds of the sheet and Salim's warm skin Preetha snuggled on to him, and both of them drifted into deep slumber. The storm had calmed down outside, but rain fell in a steady patter, drenching the city, satiating the thirst of earth as well as providing peace and tranquility to a woman and a boy who slept naked clinging on to each other inside the opulence of a lavish bedroom in the sleeping metropolis of Kolkata.

It was seven in the morning; a drenched Kolkata woke to cloudy skies and cool breeze blowing like a lover's caress. The storm had stopped, but it left the streets water logged, and a light drizzle fell incessantly. It was a morning where no one was in hurry, the shops were closed, daily commuters couldn't leave and stayed back in their domicile, the busy city was sleeping late.

The dull white light of the cloudy sky crept inside the cozy bedroom where woman and boy, mother and son spooned on the bed, safely and warmly tucked inside the sheets, deep slumber slowly waning away with the morning light. Salim opened his eyes, looking through the bay window at the dim sky, it was a morning which didn't coax people to get on with their everyday lives, in fact it was a morning which encouraged hundreds of other young couples all across the city to lay back leisurely, enjoying each other's company and making love. Among all these couples perhaps the most unique couple was the one inside the bedroom of the apartment of the fifth floor of a posh Golf Green residency. On the large king size bed was lying an extremely beautiful woman, large of stature, ripe of age, blessed with the wealth of physical bounty and a young boy in his late teens, small in frame and stature in passionate embrace. When men and women spoon, it is usually the man who is larger in size holding the woman from behind, giving her a sense of protection and safety where she can nestle warmly, but in this case the role was reversed, but the feeling had the same intensity nevertheless. Salim's head was resting on Preetha's broad fleshy arm, while the other one wrapped around him as she slept.

Salim actually thought he would be waking up on the pavement, or below the shed of the tea stall where he worked, the previous night was a fervid dream he had as he was probably suffering from a fever being beaten up and wet from the tumultuous storm that ripped through the city; but no, he could still feel her soft warmth as she enveloped him with her body, he could feel her breath in his hair. This was not a dream; he was still in care and company of his goddess. A surge of bliss and glee shivered his body, he turned, he needed to see the divine face of his new mother. He put his hand on her soft cheek and nudged her sleeping face more towards him, Preetha's sleep was wearing off as he started planting tender kisses on the corner of her lips, her chin, the nook of her nose. Preetha parted her lips and sighed, enjoying this languid and sweet wake up call. Salim caught a whiff of her breath.

Her morning breath was not exactly pleasant, she had been smoking and drinking last night and had Chinese food rich in garlic, but the unpleasant odor was mixed with the very intrinsic and intimate smell of her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her saliva; that personal scent of hers which Salim craved for. He was drawn to her breath like a deer drawn to the musk of a doe. Salim was inhaling her breath like it was oxygen for him.

Her head still drowsy with sleep Preetha noticed what Salim was doing and was embarrassed, she closed her lips, but Salim grabbed her face desperately, squeezing her soft cheeks, almost forcing her to open her mouth, though being as much gentle as possible. 'Please Mommy, open your mouth...open it please...breathe on me!' he pleaded. Preetha knew her breath was bad, she had not even woken up properly, what is it that was drawing this boy? Does he love everything about her? The smell which we otherwise consider unpleasant was appealing to him...why? Was this a testament of the intimacy he felt for her? She remembered how Ayan always abhorred having sex right after waking up, although that was the time she felt horniest. He always insisted to brush first and then get back to bed, but it never had the same charm as the immediacy of waking up and getting intimate, never that affectionate that you enjoy everything about your lover, even in their most unromanticized state. 'Please Mommy...please...' Salim pleaded again, urging her to open her mouth. Preetha indulged him.

She parted her lips and let out a warm musty gust of breath which Salim inhaled in hungrily. 'Mmmhhh...more Mommy...more...' he requested. Preetha had kept her eyes closed, she felt too embarrassed doing this crazy thing but Salim was incorrigible. Preetha placated his craving, she was breathing freely now, hot smelly gusts brushing Salim's face as an expression of satisfaction and bliss radiated on him.

Preetha opened her eyes a little, feeling shy as she could see Salim staring at her resting on her arm, expecting her parted mouth to exhale on his face. 'I am sorry baby...my breath is foul...I was smoking and drinking last night...' she said apologetically. Salim sighed and told her 'its okay Mommy...nothing about you can be foul. It is you, your breath, your smell; that's all it matters to me and I love it. I want to experience and savor everything that's you...your smell, your taste, your touch...everything that makes me feel that you are real and this is not a dream I am having.' Preetha realized no love can be truer or more intimate than what the boy felt for her. He cherished her being, every part of her unconditionally.

Preetha felt her hormones rising as she snuggled closer to Salim and opened her mouth almost devouring his face and nose as she breathed heavily, washing his face with her breath as she moaned occasionally. Instinctively her hand massaged her humongous breast as the nipple leaked out milk which rolled down her skin on to Salim's chest. 'You love my breath don't you...you love Mommy's breath...' She said. 'This is what I live for Mommy...your breath is my oxygen.' Salim responded. Preetha sighed and breathed heavily into his mouth and nose, overwhelming him with her smell and warmth.

Preetha touched Salim's face lovingly, encouraging him to explore her oral cavity as gusts and gusts of warm breath swept on him. 'Breathe it it...breathe as I sigh...I moan...breathe as I speak to you and enjoy my smell.' 'I love it Mommy...' Salim murmured eagerly as she paused him with warm kisses, her tongue touching and rolling on his lips, leaving them moist and her smell rising from them like a vapor. Salim reached up for more kisses but Preetha rolled back laughing, denying him anymore. 'If he likes it so much, no need to indulge him to his full satisfaction.' She thought playfully as she laughed resting on her back.

Salim lovingly coiled his slender arm around her, feeling the weight and plumpness of her breasts. Preetha was still laughing as he looked at her with adulation. 'Oh god...ha ha ha...I can't believe how you are sniffing my stale morning breath. It is disgusting!'

'Don't say that Mommy, nothing can be disgusting about you.' He murmured in her ear, 'I love the smell of your mouth, your breath, good or bad it doesn't matter as long as it is yours. It makes me feel it is you, and nothing else and I am in love with everything that's you...you...you...' he rubbed his face on her cheek uttering these words softly and passionately.

Preetha giggled, enjoying her new lover's praises, 'Okay but no more, I am already feeling too embarrassed.' She said,

'There's nothing to be embarrassed Mommy...' Salim argued,

'I am a girl okay?' Preetha said 'I am supposed to feel shy about the unpleasant stuff about me...'

'I can smell you as you speak Mommy...' Salim interrupted, 'As long as you are in this bed with me I can enjoy your smells. He said playfully.

Preetha tried to get up 'Okay then it is brush time I think. Look at me I am stinking all over from last night. I need a bath as well.' Preetha indeed was smelling all over, the sheets which covered them were stained with their juices and sweat. Both their bodies were leaking pheromones and hormones, hers being stronger as she was older to him.

Salim held on to Preetha tightly. 'Mmmmmm...noooo...' He nagged 'I want to stay like this for a while...I want to enjoy your morning smells...it feels so good, like I am wearing your perfume.'

'You are such a dirty boy', Preetha relented, easing back on bed giving in to his demands. She also craved for some morning sex, but if they go on like this they won't be out of the bed for weeks.

'Okay of you are done with my breath what more do you need?' She asked coyly, as Salim snuggled on her soft fleshy arm, kissing her warm skin.

'Just one thing Mommy, can you please lift your arm?

'Oh Godddd...this is too much!' Preetha laughed in helpless admission, this boy could have her for breakfast lunch and dinner. He was going in places no other man had ever gone, he was going to explore and enjoy every nook and cranny of her body.

'Okay, but don't tickle me. I am very sensitive there...' She said looking into his eyes which lit up with expectation. Preetha lifted her left arm, revealing the thick bush beneath which gave off a whiff of her fur. After last night's intense sweaty sex and sleep he armpit was releasing such a strong smell that Salim swooned. 'Mmmmnnhh...ahhhh' Salim breathed in deeply and sighed, his hot breath brushing her dense tuft and sending shivers through her body. Salim was almost quaking from anticipation.

'Mommy, I want to taste you there...it smells so good...I can't control myself.' Salim said weakly, his voice trembling. Preetha didn't reply, she felt too embarrassed at all this lewdness. They were crossing all boundaries. She was allowing him things no woman would in her sane mind. She wondered if she was surrendering too much to this boy's demands, but she couldn't help herself from giving in to his appeals.

Salim considered Preetha's silence as compliance and dived in the thick fuzz. First he rubbed his face and nose with desperation, trying to extract and experience that smell which was driving him mad to the fullest. During the long hours of intense passion last night she had been sweating profusely, secreting female pheromones all over and especially through the sweat glands of her armpits and pubic region, and then as they slept like babies the scent got trapped inside the folds of her arm and dried up, giving off a stronger scent in the morning.

It was maddening for Salim, he started licking, tasting the stale pungent fibers and the soft moist meat within. His mouth became full of her taste, the salty, sexy taste of his beautiful mother. There was something so intimate and personal about that smell and taste that he couldn't get enough of it.

Preetha's initial embarrassment was slowly turning into something else. The unabashed primal love this boy was showering her with, exploring and worshiping her nethermost regions was getting into her. The way he cherished every single part of her, especially the most unpleasant parts considered by the patriarchal society was overpowering her inhibitions and modesty. Not just she allowed him to enjoy to the fulfillment of his heart but she herself started finding delight in it. She was getting sexually aroused by this strange obsession of Salim as well.

Preetha moaned, encouraging him as Salim enthusiastically continued kissing, licking and lightly biting the tufts of sticky hair springing out her pit. He nibbled on to her armpit flesh, soaking the hairy meat with his saliva. He paused for a moment, worked up some saliva in his mouth and dripped a big dollop of warm frothy spit on the bush, drenching them with the semi viscous oral fluid.

'God...you are being so dirty...stop...please...' Preetha cooed, not really meaning him to stop and Salim knew that as well from her tone.

He trailed his fingers on the wet patch, swirling the strands of hair like noodles in a thick soup, the spit mingled with her stale sweat and inner pheromones were giving out a wild smell. Salim was sniffing like a hungry puppy. Preetha was feeling uneasy yet highly aroused and she put up her other arm which gave out a fresh vapor of smells, driving Salim even madder.

Salim was now getting bolder and more aggressive, he pinched the thick hairy meat of her axilla and was licking it hungrily. It was a bit painful for Preetha and she winced a little, but she accepted the pain for his sake. The neurons of his armpit were sending rapid electrical charges to her brain and the sensation though slightly painful was introducing her to new shores of feelings. Armpits are rich with cloisters of nerves, and are sensitive and that's why we are ticklish, but if our brains are calibrated a little differently it can be the cause of pleasure as well, especially for women whose sensory reactions are different and stronger than men.

'This is not right...' Preetha muttered weakly, '...You are making Mommy feeling weird things. I...I have never let anyone do this to me...' Preetha could feel goosebumps pricking out all over her skin.

Salim was too immersed in his activity to even listen, he pinched her meat even harder, his fingers pressing down the roll of flesh as he sucked on it with all his strength.

'Aaaahhhh!' Preetha moaned in pain and pleasure loudly, 'No...please...not so hard...' Although doing nothing to stop him as he had his way with her. However finally he let go, his clamped mouth releasing the flushed flesh with a wet pop as Preetha whimpered with relief.

But Salim was not done, he was breathing hard, excited as he rose up and grabbed her other arm, his fingers digging in the soft flesh of underarm hard as he pulled up her arm and stared greedily at the warm fuzz of her right armpit which was still unexplored. Preetha was shocked by his sudden aggression. Salim collapsed on her, holding her arm firmly and inhaled the unexplored fur seeking her pheromones and reveling in the rich smell it emanated.

'He is going to violate me again...' Preetha thought alarmed, he was having his way too much with her, and she should draw the line now or she would lose control to his adolescent demands.

'Stop...stop...' she protested as he sniffed on, seeping in her perfume, 'No...you are enjoying me too much...you have to stop baby...I...I am feeling uncomfortable!' she said desperately, wincing as his tongue flicked on the bristly folds of moist flesh.

Salim relented, he listened to his mother. He didn't want to incur her displeasure. He controlled his cravings and zoned out on her chest, holding on to her desperately. The smell and taste of her armpits fresh and lingering in his nose and taste buds, spreading a sweet fog in his mind. He rested, his face digging on the nape of her neck, as he released a flurry of kisses on the sensitive parts of the corner of her neck and upper chest. Preetha settled back into composure, she felt satiated and relaxed. She knew Salim will never cross his boundaries and welcomed his kisses. Salim went on kissing her, leaving her skin moist and flushed.

Preetha decided to reward him back for all the love he showered on her as she held his head tenderly and brushed her lips on his trembling mouth. Salim immediately puckered up hungry for her kiss and Preetha fulfilled his wish, her plump lips wrapped around his thin ones and gently sucked them. Salim instantly responded by flicking his tongue on her lips nibbling gingerly on the fleshy petals, immersing in the delights of his mother's mouth, enjoying her smell and taste in the most intimate way possible.

Preetha's loins were heating up, her body started craving for more, she wrapped her hands around his slight form and nudged him towards her, guiding him on top of her where they could enjoy each other even more. Salim was shaking with anticipation as Preetha pulled him on top of her a position where a man gets full access of a woman's body.

As they continued their mouthplay Salim wondered how can a woman's body be such an inexhaustible reservoir of pleasures? Preetha's lips, tongue, soft bites of her teeth, the warm wet texture of her oral cavity and her breath was sending electric jolts through his body. Nestled safely between her legs, her hands pressing his narrow waist, unknowingly he was rubbing his nether regions on her warm soft belly, his cock leaking precum leaving her skin wet, little sticky droplets congealing in her deep navel.

Salim slipped down, there was a fervid desperation in him, he scrambled below, Preetha understood what he was about to do and grabbed his hair, trying to stop him, but she felt weak in spite of being double his size and weight. 'No...no don't go there...not now...' she protested but her voice was weak as Salim went on kissing her breasts as he slid down poising himself between her legs. Preetha was losing in front of his desperate passion, like a force of nature he was finding his way to invade her.

And invade he did, this time he didn't need any guidance, no experienced feminine hand steered him to his course. The deep set genetic instinct kicked in and his penis squelched itself inside her sopping wet vagina. It was abrupt, sudden as Salim held on to Preetha tightly and a sharp jerk of his hips buried himself deep within her. Salim whimpered with the newfound pleasures of female flesh while Preetha gave out a loud throaty moan 'AAAAHHHH!'. Her pussy was still sore from last night and this sudden almost forced coitus made her cry out. The soreness of her inner fleshy walls did hurt as his rock hard penis slid inside. She was already leaking discharges hence the friction was well lubricated but it still hurt despite charging up the nerve endings which sent immense pleasure as well. The pain became negligible compared to the pleasures of morning sex as he started pumping his hips beneath the sheets.

Preetha moaned with ecstasy, she was surrendering herself to the young boy completely as his hips moved frantically, his waist rubbing on the insides of her thighs, his small but ram rod hard penis drilling her like a jackhammer tirelessly. The night's rest had reinvigorated him to his full potential and his body slammed into her in spasmodic motions, rapid wet slapping noises muffled by the sheets. Preetha threw her arms up, in a gesture of surrender and squealed with pleasure as the boy thrust in and out with almost impossible speed, whimpers left his lips as he humped strenuously. A madness had taken over him as his body clung on to Preetha, head plastered in the soft valley of her breasts and only his waist doing all the work.

Preetha knew at this rate he was going to cum any moment, even she felt she was reaching a climax, and it would be too late and she won't be able to stop him from releasing his seed inside her. It felt so good, the intimacy and warmth of the morning was hypnotic and a voice deep within her told her to let go, let him have his way with her; but Preetha resisted in the last moment as she felt the familiar stiffening of his cock within the fleshy canal of her urethra. Before reaching the point of no return, she grabbed his small frame and pulled him out of her forcefully, no...she was not going to let him cum inside her. Salim gave out a loud squeal of disappointment as his cock slipped out of her wet love tunnel, but he was no match for her strength. He gasped like a landed fish, almost crying with frustrated ecstasy of his ruined orgasm. 'No...stop...' Preetha gasped as well, holding him firmly. 'You are going to cum inside me and that's a big no no.' She said with a choked voice. Salim and Preetha both were breathing laboriously, and she pushed him off her rather harshly almost throwing him away. Salim fell with a thump on the other side of the bed, a gust of sharp breath leaving his lips in surprise and shock.

Preetha propped herself up on one elbow looking at the scared cowering boy with livid eyes. 'I told you Salim you cannot cum inside me...why aren't you listening?' she said loudly. 'I...I am sorry Mommy...I don't know what I was doing...I couldn't stop myself. My head went completely blank. I am sorry...I am so sorry mommy!' He whimpered. He was almost trembling with fear.

Looking at his frightened timid face Preetha's anger evaporated. How could she expect control from him when she herself had opened her thighs in invitation as he crawled up on her? He is just a boy hardly old not an experienced sex yogi to have complete control of one's body. He never had such pleasures in his life, combined with his repressed puberty it was impossible for him to not be overwhelmed by the gates of heaven which she opened wide for him. Now that she had ruined his orgasm for the second time they met she felt a little guilty. Salim was helpless, he had to abide by the whims and whimsies of this goddess, he practically had no will of his own being hallowed by her providence. He was more than grateful for her divine care.

For a few minutes no words were exchanged between them. Salim had lowered his gaze in shame and fear, Preetha was also perturbed by this awkward situation, she didn't want to be harsh with him, he was so adorable. She decided it was time to make it up to him, show him the love he deserved.

She peeled off the sheet which covered them, exposing his penis which was still semi hard and glistening with the residues of her juices. The smell of sex trapped beneath the sheets was released and it struck her. Salim winced as the material of the sheet slid over his sensitive organ. 'Let me see...' Preetha reassured him; '...its okay, you need not worry. Mommy is not angry with you anymore.'

Preetha removed the sheet from her body, exposing her nakedness to the boy, enticing him and slid closer to him, basking him with her warmth. She put her hand on his trembling chest, comforting him and feeling his racing heart as he was confused what she was going to do. She caressed his chest and belly with her left hand as goosebumps erupted on his smooth warm skin while her other hand wrapped around his moist cock. She was thrilled by the way it responded to her touch instantaneously, the muscles tightening up into a full erection within seconds. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes as he gasped with expectation. She pursed her lips mischievously as her left hand pressed on his midriff to stable his shivering while her right hand worked on his penis, using the moisture of her juices which still coated his shaft partially. The juices were drying off rapidly due to exposure to air and giving off a strong smell which Preetha didn't like particularly. She had no intention to taste her own juices. Though they had crossed all boundaries of inhibitions, the taste of her own discharges felt like a gross idea to her. She needed to clean his cock before she was going to do what she was about to do.

'I will give you release baby...' she whispered to Salim who looked at her with yearning, her soft warm hand felt so good as she stroked his shaft. 'There are so many other ways to release yourself, you don't have to do it inside me. I told you na, that if you do that I will be at risk of making a baby inside my belly. We talked about it last night remember?' She said softly.

'I...I am sorry Mommy...I forgot. I forgot you don't want baby...' Salim whimpered.

'Its not that I don't want a baby...stupid!' Preetha couldn't help but giggle 'It's just that I can't have a baby right now. I am still healing from the last one and I already have a baby boy now, I got him last afternoon or have you forgotten you idiot?' She said playfully stroking his cock as the boy winced with pleasure. 'I...I am sorry Mom...I was so selfish...' Salim gasped.

'Hush now, let Mommy take care of baby.' Preetha put her finger on his lips as she worked up enough saliva in her mouth. She should have drank some water she thought, her mouth felt quite dry but she was not willing to interrupt this. His smooth cock, the way his foreskin slid up and down exposing his ruddy, shiny glans...it looked as delicious as a candy to her. She lowered her face and released a sumptuous frothy dollop of saliva which dripped on the head of his glans, rolling down the length. His veins were popping out with excitement. 'Ohhhhh...' Salim moaned looking at this spectacle as the rich foam from his mother's mouth coated his penis thickly.

Preetha stroked his cock, her saliva was washing away her juices as she spat more on the entire length of the fleshy shaft. Salim's cock looked like a hard glistening candy pole dripping with honey; he was leaking pre-cum as well.

After vigorous rubbing and cleaning up his cock to her satisfaction Preetha parted her lips, pausing for a moment, letting her warm breath brush on the throbbing red head to pique his anticipation. By this time Salim was almost squirming. He knew how good it felt, his cock in his mother's mouth, he experienced it last evening but not to his satisfaction, he hoped this time there would be no rude interruption of a doorbell and his mother will guide him to the final ecstasy with her mouth. Preetha's head dipped and her soft plump lips wrapped around his glans as Salim almost squealed with ecstasy. 'Aaaahhhnnn...Mommy!'

Preetha during her marriage with Ayan studied the anatomy of the male penis until she came to understand it better than most men. The sensitive spots, techniques of the hands, and the mouth. She learned how to move her hands, her head, her body. She came to understand the psychology of the act how subtleties like eye contact, Saliva, the right words, or the right move can make all the difference in his experience. Apart from the warmth and moistness of the female mouth how males are particularly attracted to the spectacle a woman can make of a blowjob is a phenomenon, and Preetha was going to compensate for her harshness with the biggest spectacle she could make for Salim.

She began to let the saliva trickle down her tongue and lips like a watery and slippery - sensuous ooze. It ran down over her hand as she rubbed making the friction between hand and cock suddenly nonexistent. Her hand slid effortlessly over the hot throbbing member of Salim. She was surprised at how much she liked the sensation of all the excess lubricant and wondered how it would feel on her little lover.

She gripped her partner at the base smiling to herself at the naughtiness of it all as she lovingly ran the flat of her soft tongue up the underside of the shaft, taking in the contours of her young lover as though taking in the scenery on a long drive.

Preetha whimpered as she worked and pistoned the shaft with her mouth, curling her tongue under the bottom so the fit was as snug as she liked causing the periodic throaty gurgle.

Salim cocked his head, panting like a confused and disoriented puppy at the sight of his new mother blowing humongous white spit bubbles on his cock and how good it looked as it rolled down - drool hanging from her chin to his balls.

As she promptly spit a mouthful of translucent, glutinous, slop on the pulsating purple head, she felt the excess of the thick slime that stuck in her mouth flow off her chin and spill slowly onto Salim's smooth trembling thigh, she looked down at it and gave out a deep, airy, lusty, whiny moan, almost a sob of carnality, taking her free hand and smeared her spilling drool all over his lower belly.

Preetha looked at Salim, her tongue thickly rolled on his shaft. Her salivary glands were working overtime, her chin was shiny and copiously coated as strings of translucent goo slowly got longer and longer as gravity slowly pulled it to Salim's throbbing crotch. Salim's abdomen flexed as he looked into Preetha's eyes. Preetha knew he would cum any moment and gave it a pause.

She rubbed his glans on her glazed chin and lips, she took the ram rod adolescent cock in her hand and rubbed it wildly, spitting on it and watching the saliva slowly stream off of it and down his balls, his crotch and making a wet patch on the bed sheet. She whimpered at the thick, warm, slimy feel of it as the bubbly ooze rolled slowly down and finally dripping from her hand pooling on Salim's flat underbelly.

Preetha almost lost her composure and in heat pushed out a deep screaming groan from her abdomen, baring her teeth at the primal lust of her new game, the young boy's fresh cock. She opened up her mouth and guided the penis to the back of her throat. Preetha began to suck it harder and now, getting into the rhythm keeping sporadic eye contact with her little lover. She could hear the suction her mouth had sealed tightly around throbbing flesh and blood love muscle, hot and throbbing in her sloppy mouth.

Preetha picked up the pace and started moaning with her mouth full of cock and spit. Salim couldn't believe what he was feeling. 'Mmmm...mmmm...nnmmm...' her lips and the inside of her soft wet mouth were vibrating against his cock. The sensation was so incredible! The wet sucking sounds, the feeling of her mouth swallowing his cock, the thick drool rolling down and the vibration from her humming lips were driving him crazy.

She used her thumb and forefinger to cork screw the increasingly slippery shaft watching the boy gasping like a landed fish as a thick glob of spit, bubbly from being frothed in the excitement hung from her working lips in a slimy testament to the nasty girl she was being. She could now feel Salim's cock throbbing powerfully in her proud mouth. Preetha relented again for much needed breath.

She saw that she'd flung long thin strands and thick ropes of clear bubbly goo in random chaotic patterns all over the boy's groin and around the foaming glazed boy-tool. A stream cascaded down pelvis of the boy from the base of the bouncing cock as she pulled away, letting the organ slowly withdraw from her saliva coated - avaricious young mouth. Salim was almost at the verge of losing his consciousness. Preetha marveled at the sheer magnitude of this sloppy deluge. A vapor smelling of her musty breath and saliva steamed from Salim's wet nether region.

"Who knew I could generate this much saliva?" she thought and let out an airy laugh, her breath making the tip pulse and ooze out more pre-cum.

The excitement of it all made her pussy flood its warm sap into the thick bush of her soft pubes. She felt them soak through the thick fuzz and filter her nectarous essence onto her meaty and powerful inner thighs slowly dribbling - trickling its way down.

Salim was at the edge of his endurance and Preetha decided to give him the release or he might pop a vein. She gripped his shaft with the right amount of pressure which came from her experience and worked it up and down the slimy, slippery flesh pole in perfect rhythm. Preetha slowly and seductively run her tongue along her top lip so that Salim see thick drool mixed with pre-cum covering her sexy mouth, her mole glowing wetly at the corner of her lower lip.

Preetha got her entire hand into the movement. Her wrist action - circular and fluid seemed to feed into the actions of her fingers moving up and down in a perfect melody rolling them into Salim's pulsating cock, threatening to drive the young boy to the summit of his carnal rapture.

A heated and primal feeling of electrocution began to surge through Salim's penis from the wet slipperiness of Preetha's pumping hands, into his stomach like the ignition of some primal inferno. His stomach seemed to drop as if ridding some cosmic roller coaster as it plummeted relentlessly downward.

Salim's blood vessels seemed to tingle inside him, blazing with flows of liquid magma blasting through them until the fine lines between pleasure and pain vanished and the two became one throbbing pulsating, shattering, singularity.

The climactic bliss which had come on so gradually, seemingly preparing him for the ensuing thigh shuttering fulmination, Salim bit his lips hard enough to almost draw blood as pleasure rippled through his helpless body in wave after mind altering wave like the energy of some exploding celestial star light years away.

The world of reality, of the tangible slipped away from Salim, revealing the realm behind them. A world without form resting just beyond direction, distance, or time - seeming to leaving his shuttering, whimpering, convulsing body behind as he lost himself in the blast of carnal release.

As the first orgasmic wave crashed into his helpless body like a thunderous tsunami, His cock tightened for one final time and then...sweet sweet release...

Preetha swallowed three cum surges in a row. Her mouth wide open as the thick pearly viscous seed spurted on her pulsating tongue jet streaming all the way to her throat before pulling back and letting the rest spurt against her chin and lips where it dripped down Salim's crotch, as she could hold anymore in her mouth. She couldn't believe the amount he was cumming.

'So much...where does he keep all this cum in that little body of his?!' she wondered as the thick white goo splattered in and all over her mouth.

As Salim spent himself in his mother's mouth as the main thrust of the eruption began to slowly subside, retreating back like receding water from a shore and finally left his young body trembling with exhausted satisfaction.

Preetha on the other hand could not contain the sumptuous gobs of sperm inside her mouth, it was rolling down her throat and choking her, so she playfully spat out most of it on Salim's cock itself. She spat really hard, making a splattering whitish mess of the boy's belly and chest and also the sheets beneath him, a few drops landed on his chin as well as he winced. She was really going crazy with all the nastiness, but it was so much fun!

She put her slime coated fingers in her mouth and tasted them, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She always wondered what the sperm of a young virgin boy in his adolescence would taste like when their bodies are still fresh with puberty. The taste was slightly more pungent and raw than the saltiness of a grownup; the smell was stronger as well. She gulped down a little but still there was so much left in her mouth coating her tongue and inner cheeks viscously.

To Salim's shock she lifted herself up, turned her head backwards as much as she could stretch her neck and oozed out a thick stream of cum mixed with her spit from her lips on the back of her shoulder. It rolled down her smooth skin in a thick gelatinous stream all the way to the deep crack of her globular ass.

'Oh shit Mom...what are you doing!' Salim exclaimed.

Preetha licked her lips cutting off the thick strands which drooped down all the way to her shoulder and Salim gasped with exasperation, covering his mouth. This was as lewd as it could get and Preetha was enjoying every bit of it.

She finally slumped back, face front on Salim, her warm musky breath brushing his flushed face. Salim looked into her eyes with amazement, his chest was still heaving as he inhaled Preetha's breath. 'God...you even like my cock breath don't you?' Preetha gave out a gusty laugh. Salim was not able to speak as he kept on staring at her wet reeking face with wonder and admiration. He lowered his gaze gradually,

'I...I am sorry Mommy...I was being so selfish, and in spite of that you gave me so much pleasure forgiving me.' He said.