Sheela And Her Sexual Urges
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> Hello fellows, I am Sheela, a 53 years old widow with strong sexual urges. I am a mixed-race woman. My father was an Indian man, > while my mother was a British woman. I married the man I loved with all my heart and soul, but he, unfortunately, passed away. Together, we made 6 babies before my husband’s untimely demise. As of now, I am a mother of 16 children (all mine, none adopted). But with yoga and gym, I have managed to keep myself in shape. I was doing the laundry one fine morning when I noticed semen spots on my eldest son’s underwear. The smell of his juice was intoxicating. It brought back the memories of the fucking sessions I used to have with my husband. My beloved was such a bull in bed. He had the stamina to go on for hours. I missed his fucking so much. No man had touched me since he was gone. But now, he was dead, and there was no one left to fill me up. I snapped out of my trance. I tossed the underwear into the washing machine, turned it on, and left to do my rest of the work. A huge storm had hit the town later that night. Raindrops splattered against the window of my room. I was bored to death and decided to go to bed early after finishing all my work. I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but suddenly, I started feeling hot and aroused. I felt like my husband was back and giving me a great time. I was pulled out of my sleep, but I refused to open my eyes. It felt like a nice dream, and I didn’t want to let it fall apart. I bit my lips, and a soft moan escaped my mouth. “Fuck me,” I said quietly, “I have wanted this for so long.” The fucking got harder. It was then I realized I was not dreaming. A massive weight lay over me. Something hard and stiff had penetrated my vagina and was ramming it like crazy. When the warm air smacked across my face, I opened my eyes. I was shocked and horrified by the sight of what was before me. It was my eldest son who had penetrated me that night. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to do. It felt so bad and weird to have him inside me. But at the same time, he managed to get me aroused, and I badly wanted a fuck. It was a conflict between my desires and my morals. At that moment, my desires won. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his neck. He was ramming me hard, and I could feel his dick tightening inside. In no time, he gave a loud grunt and released his load in my cunt. Vishal fell by my side, next to me, and entered the dream world soon after. He did not say a word to me nor I to him. As he slept, I played the event in my head. Yes, it was morally wrong, but it felt so good to have someone in me after so long. He maybe has been exhausted, but I was far from being satisfied. What he did was to make me hungry for a cock even more. The next day arrived, and neither of us said a word to each other about the night before. Everything went normal as if the previous night didn’t happen. Later that night, after dinner, I call Vishal into my room. “Shut the door,” I ordered as he entered. He did as I asked and stood before me with his head sunk into his chest. “Let’s talk about last night,” I added. “Maa, I am sorry about…” “Let me do the talking right now,” I cut him mid-stream. He looked at his feet in shame and nodded. “How did you feel after that?” “Ashamed,” replied Vishal quietly. “Then why did you do it?” I asked sharply. “I don’t know, Maa. I came down to fetch water from the fridge. The door of your room was open. I looked inside to check on you, and I saw,” he stopped, swallowed a chunk, and continued. “I saw you lying in your bed, deep asleep. The belt of your gown must have got unknotted while you had turned in bed, and it was all open. I could see your breasts and vagina. It did something to me. It made me go crazy.” “I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. You were moaning, remembering Papa. It made me go nuts. I took off my clothes and pushed my penis inside you. I know I shouldn’t have done it, Maa. I am sorry,” explained my boy with tear-filled eyes. “Hmm,” I sighed, “I want you to do something for me.” “Anything Maa,” he replied immediately. “I want you to take your clothes off,” I said. Vishal looked at me in shock, but I insisted. He did as I asked and stood before me completely naked. His long dick was drooling between his legs. His father’s genes of big dick had surely been passed down to him as well. We were wild and naked mom and son. “Now turn around and close your eyes,” I added. He did as I wished and turned on his heels. I took my clothes off and got naked quickly. I knelt down before him, his eyes still closed, and took his cock in my mouth. My boy snapped his eyes open in utter disbelief. His eyes were like they were ready to pop out any second. “What! Why do you look so shocked?” I muttered, holding his cock in-between my teeth. “Maa, this is wrong,” Vishal replied hastily. He tried to pull out, but I stopped him from doing so. “You already fucked me last night. Let me show you how to do it properly this time,” I said. I moved my head back and forth, stroking his cock along the way. His father always liked it when I gave him a blowjob like that. After all, he was his father’s boy, and I knew that this will turn him on. As expected, he was up and running in no time. He picked me up in his arms and tossed me on the bed. “Go down on your Maa, beta, and lick my clit,” I said, spreading my legs. “Oh Yeah,” I moaned as my son rubbed my vagina with his tongue. The licking didn’t last for long, even though I wanted it to, as my son was beyond his control. He pushed me back, sat between my legs, and entered my pussy. I gasped as his dick penetrated me. His hands pressed against my breasts, our eyes met, and he gave me a strong thump. “Oh, beta,” I moaned in joy. “Do it, my son. Ahhh… do your Maa.” “Maa, are we doing the right thing?” Vishal asked, the look of horror and self-doubt evident on his face. “This used to be your home a few years ago,” I answered, pointing at my cunt, “This is where you came from. There is no harm in returning to your home, beta.” My words of approval injected courage into him. He grabbed my boobs tight and began ramming my pussy in full motion. My eyes rolled back, my hands moving all over my head. I was finally getting fucked in this manner after such a long time. It was a moment of great relief for me. I did not want that moment to end ever. “Oh ya, fuck me… fuck me… fuck me,” I screamed in joy. “Maa, this feels so good,” said my son. “Yes, beta… it feels good… do it hard, beta… fuck your Maa.” “Maa, I can’t hold it longer,” He squeaked. His eyes closed, like his father’s used to, right before climaxing. “Shoot it up in me. I want to have the hot cum inside me,” I said hastily. I wrapped my legs around his back tight and pulled him close. “Ahh. Ahh,” he grunted as his semen poured into my vagina. I could feel the wet fluid in me. Vishal dropped like a dead timber next to me, completely exhausted and out of strength. I kissed him all over his body, and we smooched for some time. It was a magical night. It was fun and amazing, but my urges were not silenced. On the contrary, they were enhanced. I now wanted even more. So, from that moment onwards, we started fucking every night. It was like a dam had been broken, and the river was now flowing in full force. We fucked each night with no protection. Our sex got me pregnant, and 9 and a half months later, I gave birth to a little girl. So, friends, that was my story. I have plenty more to tell, which I would in the near future. 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