1. I am My son’s bitch

    Date: 6/17/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: swathi2, Source: xHamster

    I had been to Bombay for a month. My son rakesh was having some business there and I had not seen that city so I accompanied him. He had prospered like hell in his business. He had booked a siute in Taj. We reached the hotel at 7 in the evening. He went to take a shower. He came and we had some snack after I had taken wash. He had an invitation for a party, “why don’t you join me, mommy?” he asked me. I was more than happy. I dressed in a black silk saree and went with him. Lot of rich crowd was there. Women had dressed very seductively in party and some of them were running after my son. He was 28 , fair ,tall and handsome. One of the women even kissed him on his cheeks while leaving. We came back to hotel when it was half passed midnight. “You looked stunning in this saree, mommy.” He said while changing. He was bare-chested. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was looking so manly. “Come on rakesh..your mommy is 51 now..So many young women were chasing you there…” In fact, I was dying to hear a word of praise from my son and I didn’t had to wait long. “I swear mom, you outshadowed those girls there…you have such a ravishing figure.” My son was talking about my physical form. I was embarassed. “Really? What is so special about me?” I asked him like a college-girl. He stared at me from head to toe and smiled. I got very curious and wanted to pry out what was in my son’s mind. “Please tell..Rakesh…” I begged. By the time I had started getting turned-on at the sight of my ... son’s hairy chest. At the same time I was feeling guilty as he was my son on whom I was having crush, at this age. “Mom, you look damn sexy with your saree low on your belly.” He spited out. I was all flattered. My son had liked my saree style and had called me ‘sexy’. Instead of getting furious I took it as a compliment. “You…..you like mommy blowing her navel!.” I looked at him mischievously. He smiled back gazing at the bulge in my blouse. I looked down in shame. Next day he took me out for shoping. He made me choose a few see-thru’ sarees. When we were back he said, “I want to see you in this dark blue saree when I come back”. I just nodded shyly. He left for his work and I was alone in that lavish suite in Taj. So many thoughts stormed my mind. I was 49 and he was 28. He was my own son. He was looking interested in me! and me? In one mind I was trying to shut these thoughts off my mind and in other, I was liking him, his company…..his body! My son had touched the woman in me. He had talked what a woman dies to hear to. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. here I was at 49. A bit fat, ripe and a fresh handsome man, my son was sold out on me. I felt proud looking at my image in the mirror. I said to myself, “Rajani…you still have that charm….have that appeal….have that body…. what you had twenty years back. you have wooed your own son with your feminity…you can have your son anytime….” It was 8.30 and he was to come back in half an hour. I had to get ready….. I did a ...