The Chronicles Of Sonali – Part 12 (Best Cowgirl Sex For My Son)
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I went to the restroom to redo my hair and reapply my favorite cherry red lipstick. With all that friction of my son’s cock against my lips, the previous coat was wiped out. I was pleased to notice the glow on my face. No wonder, as Vineeta had mentioned, a young man’s cum does wonders for a woman. The intake of warm young cum in your digestive system generates a lustrous glow within a week. In one day, I had swallowed two huge loads. What a cum slut I had become. As Joy drove the car back home, his left hand started to caress my right thigh. This was the best thing about young men. Blow them as many times as you like, they are ready for the next round in a short notice. Though I liked his attention, I feigned surprise. “Oh, Joy, haven’t you had enough?” “Ma, you’re so damn hot, can’t help it.” “Well, you see, son, I’m all yours. What do you want?” “Ma, I want to feel your soft hands on me right now.” “Really, out here on the road?” “Yes, Ma.” Without wasting time, I unbuckled his belt. He sat up to facilitate the unhindered undoing of his jeans. It brought to light his semi-erect cock. I clasped him with my palm and a controlled slow up and down movement. The fact that I was stroking my son’s cock on the open road in a moving car fuelled my excitement. I started to feel hungry for his cock. “Oh, Sonali,” he groaned “ How an I ever explain how good your hand feels on my cock. Where did you learn that slow circular motion?” “Come on, son, as if I am an underage schoolgirl who has never had a cock. I fucked your dad silly to get you in my belly.” ‘Oh, mom, you’re getting me hard again.” Indeed he was getting hard beyond the girth of my palms, and it made me wetter. “Son, you’ve been quite selfish in the afternoon. I think I deserve good returns for the movie blowjob.” “What do you want, mom, just tell me.” “I need a good hard fuck the moment we reach home.” “You got it, Ma, but keep up the good work till we reach home.” The moment we stepped inside our house and fastened the door, Joy lifted me up and carried me to the giant sofa in the living room. A girl really feels good when being carried by a man. He got me nude in a jiffy. Then parting my legs, he went down on my pussy and started a delicious tongue lashing session. I was so hot and wt that I got highly aroused. I pulled back and gasped, “I need your cock, son. Fuck the shit out of me.” He lowered his jeans and kicked them to some obscure corner. He jumped on the sofa with his feet beside my thighs and thrust his sizzling rod in front of my face. “Ma, make it sleek with your saliva.” I gulped my son’s cock up to the hilt down to my throat. After a brief stint of excellent display of cock-sucking talents, I had him shrieking with pleasure. He was groaning out my name and appreciating my oral skills. He removed the saliva glistened tool out of my mouth. He took a comfortable position on the sofa with his back and head reclined firmly on the side rest. His stupendous cock stood out like a proud flag. “Come on, Sonali, you wanted a hard fuck, now get over me and ride me till you cum like a fountain.” I immediately took a position over him and, holding his hot shaft, inserted his cockhead inside my hungry cunt. “Look at you, Ma, how shamelessly you take your own son’s cock like a slut.” “Yes, I am a shameless slut . Now you will experience how good I ride a cock. In fact, I cum best when I ride a cock.” “Oh, Ma, then ride me like a champion and drown me in your pussy juice.” “Here goes your cock inside your slut mother’s hungry cunt.” In one shove, I engulfed his burning cock with my juicy cunt. Both mother and son gasped in pleasure. It felt exquisite to have his shaft deep inside me. I pulled up my waist gently till the head of his swollen shaft. I pushed down slowly, savoring the warmth of his young cock filling up my insides. Women may not admit it openly, but in their heart of hearts, all simply crave for a solid cock. The sensation of a stout cock moving in and out of a pussy is the most pleasurable experience for a woman. I continued the slow teasing up and down movement. Within a minute, my son moaned out my name. “Oh, Sonali, what an oily pussy you have. Ah, how well you grip my cock – you are right, Ma, you do ride a cock rather well.” “Hold on son, this is just the beginning.” I rode him gently, perched on my knees beside his torso. In another two minutes, we both were sighing and moaning like untamed animals. “ Ah, son, are you enjoying your mother riding our cock?” “Yes, Ma, very much what a lucky son I am to put my cock deep inside where I came from. Oh, Ma, you must be the hottest and best cowgirl in the universe.” “What’s that?” “Oh, my naïve mom. This pose is called the cowgirl in porn.” “Oh yeah. Don’t you want the udders of this cowgirl then?” I teased him like a slut as I really wanted his strong hands playing with my boobs. Women genuinely love a man’s hands, fondling her boobs. Some are so sensitive there that simple squeezing by a man can make them cum like a tornado in their panties. Though I was not that sensitive, I really loved being fondled, kissed, and sucked on the boobs. Joy grabbed my hooters and kneaded them like an expert baker while I rode him with the speed of my downward thrusts getting faster. Our increasing volume of shrieks accentuated the intensity. “Oh Ma, it feels so good, damn Ma- what a premium pussy you got – it feels so good to slide in and out of your pussy. Mom, you are so hot, fuck me, fuck your son harder.” “Oh yeah, you want harder, son?” The slut in me now was fully aroused, and I was nearing a well-deserved climax. I stopped and bent forward to provide Joy access to my boobs with his mouth. He received them gleefully. While he fed on my delicious orbs, I changed my position. I went on the soles of my feet with both feet placed firmly on the sides of his hips. For additional support, I placed both hands on his strong chest and sat up straight and looked into his eyes. “Son, now you’re going to get the ride of your life.” I lifted up my hips and shoved it down to engulf his throbbing erection to the hilt. “Wow, Ma, this is even more exciting than the previous pose, and wow, you’re looking like a sex goddess. I can’t believe this is really happening, Mom. Fuck me with all your energy. Don’t worry about me, I am not going to release until you have your total pleasure.” My husband really loved it when I rode him. Now it was my son’s turn to experience the pleasure his dad had experienced over two decades. I had orgasmed innumerable times in this position on my hubby. Now I would be climaxing upon my son. Within a minute, I achieved an unimaginable speed of thrusts to my own amazement. The top speed converted the friction of my son’s cock inside my pussy into an unbearable pleasure. I found myself grunting like a wild beast and uttering a plethora of guttural talk. “Le sala motherchod apni Ma ka chut ka pura maza le. Ah, tera lund aise roz chodungi. dega na mujhe tera lund?” I couldn’t believe my own ears that I was so fluent with Hindi. It excited both of us. Joy joined in the fun with equal gusto. “Are sali randi, Sonali, bol roz chodne dogi tere is mother chod beta ko teri chut?” “Dungi, dungi mere motherchod beta. Tera jab bhi man kare dal dena tera lund tere ma ka pyasi chut mein.” Joy’s equivocal response got my pussy muscles contracting and expanding rapidly, making me roll my eyes and head back in the throes of rapture. This was going to be big. With every fierce downstroke, my son’s hefty dick head was grazing my G spot in the most delicious manner possible. My stomach was convulsing rapidly. My thighs slapped on to his, and it made an obscene sound that seemed to be louder than our voices. The sounds of our heavy panting, loud moans of sheer lust, guttural talk, and the thigh-slapping sounds created an extremely intense carnal atmosphere. I had never before achieved this level of sexual rapture in my life. I found myself mouthing the most filthy words I had ever spoken in Bengali. “Ore Joy re tor ma je ar parche na re. Tor dhoner khochay je amar guder jol khoshbe re. ne sala motherchod to mayer guder jole chan kor re.” (Oh, Joy, your mom can’t bear it anymore. The cock strokes are going to saw out my pussy juice. You motherfucker get ready to take a bath in your mom’s juice.) I started shuddering like a frail scarecrow in a hurricane, and my son’s response proved too much for me. “Ore amar khanki magi sexy ma, tor jol kata gude ei bara dhukiye ki sukhtai na pachchi re. ki tol thap na dish re ei to tor gudta ki darun khop korche tor cheler bara chude jol khosha, Sonali, tor guder jole tor cheleke bhashiye de.” (Oh my slut sexy mom. It’s a great pleasure to shove my cock inside your watery pussy. You’re damn good with the downstroke. How magnificently your pussy is quivering. Fuck your son’s cock and release your pussy juice. Sonali, immerse your son in your cunt fountain.) I let out a long, loud shriek of ecstasy, I started to spew gallons of orgasmic fluids while my body shuddered unbearably. I kept driving harder. With each stroke, uncontrollable amounts of cunt fluid gushed out, smearing my son’s torso with a thick film of mom juice. With that huge emission, all strength and energy of my body seemed to leave me. I slumped like a lifeless rag doll on my son’s strong chest, still sighing and breathing heavily. Joy lovingly engulfed me in his athletic arms and let me recuperate from the tremendous orgasm. It must have been at least ten minutes that I laid upon my son. His throbbing cock still firmly embedded in my pussy added to the post-orgasm pleasure. The whole time he had tenderly caressed my hair and back. I looked up and saw his eyes looking at my face, and a natural feminine coyness came over me. I buried my face in his chest and murmured, “Oh Joy, you must be shocked that your mom can be such a slut?” “Not at all, mom. In fact, I plan to make you sluttier.” I lifted my face, and he kissed me swiftly on the lips and started to move his shaft up and down my pussy. I realized he must be aching to release his load. I felt proud of m son that he could hold back that severe cunt thrusts for such a long time. “How do you want to cum, son? I am all yours.” “How would you make me cum, mom?” “I have fucked you silly, so you should fuck me silly. I have sprayed you with my juice. Now I would like you to spray my watery pussy with your hot fluid.” “Thanks, mom, I held back because I had promised you that I will make you cum first. You had taken me to the brink of a climax. Now I want to cum quick right inside you.” I turned on my back, and he eagerly arched my legs in his arms, stretching my knees up to my ears. In one effortless stroke, he was deep inside me and groaned out my name. Without wasting time, he started a session of hard thrusts in my watery pussy with a furious pace.  Within a minute, he started yelling in tremendous passion and uttering choicest guttural language. “Oh Sonali, you must be having the hottest cunt on this planet. I am the luckiest motherfucker to have a mom like you. Mom, it feels like heaven to fuck you. I feel like fucking you every day. Tell me you will let me fuck you every day, whenever I want.” (Bol Ma bola amake roj chudte dibi). “Ha re amar motherchod chele. Tor jokhon ichcha korbe amake pran khule chudish” (Yes my motherfucker son. Whenever you want, you can fuck me to your heart’s content.) The moment I finished the sentence, my son yelled out, “Oh, Ma!” and started hitting the deepest corners of my pussy with thick bursts of warm cum. He came for at least a minute ad eventually slumped over my boobs, shuddering in unbearable ecstasy. Mom son duo laid in each other’s arms in perfect bliss. At the same time, the copious mixture of my pussy juice and his hot sperm spilled out of my satisfied pussy onto the sofa leather. In was the best cowgirl sex I had ever had! To be continued.