Mallu MILF Asha Pt. 02

Hello My Dear Readers...

This is Asha, again. Thank you so much for all the encouragement you have given me, after reading the first part of my story.

This is an immediate continuation to the happenings in the first part. So, kindly read the first part for better understanding of the theme. Hope you all like it.

Happy Reading...

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Fingering my Pussy, for the first time, had driven me to such a powerful orgasm, that when I woke up, I did not realize if I had fallen asleep or just fainted with pleasure. I felt like hit on the head, and I could hardly open my eyes. I did not know how long I had been knocked out.

But there I was in the living room of my house, with my pants on the floor, and my fingers still on my pussy. My pussy juices were stuck all over my inner thighs, and the density of my ejaculation reminded me how hard I had cum.

I was still in a state of a shock. I just could not stop wondering if it was all a dream. It was so unlike me, so against my beliefs, I felt it was impossible to be true. I just could not believe I had been such a dirty whore, shamelessly orgasming to the thoughts of her very own son fuck her. I felt like a disgraceful woman, who had just cheated on her husband.

But as much as I wanted to cry, I also realized my pussy was getting wetter and wetter, every second I spent thinking about what just happened. And though I hated it, my body had just forced me to admit I enjoyed every bit of fingering my pussy.

For the first time in life, I felt I was craving for greater sexual pleasure. I felt like I deserved greater sexual attention. I was turned on again, and groping my busty boobs, over my kurti. I wished to be lusted on by every single man.

I looked at the clock, and noticed it was 3 in the afternoon. My Son, Sanjay, was going to be home only the day after tomorrow, and I felt it was going to be forever by the time he comes home. I was desperately craving for his presence, and all I was thinking was how it would be to be alone at home with your very own son, who has been secretly lusting for you all this while.

I started thinking about ways to tease him. I was definitely going to show him a lot of my cleavage, and I really have no plans to wear any inner-wear, inside my clothes, when he is around.

I want him to have the best view of my busty bra-less boobs bouncing, and my pantyless ass swaying with each step I take. I really want to be naughty with him, and I simply do not care if I might just go overboard and end up showing him my completely naked body.

Though, deep inside my mind, I was being constantly reminded how Sinful an act I am going to end up doing, I felt my conservative and ethical values were reduced to a very small percentage when compared to the extreme sexual desires I now had.

As far as I was concerned, I had taken the decision. I was so aroused by the thought of having another man inside me, I was already hoping for more than just sexually teasing my son.

"I want him to fuck me, and I want him to do it this very time. I just don't care how much of his mother he wants, but once he is home, I am going to confront him, make him confess, and as a punishment, I am going to make him fill his mummy's mature love holes." I told myself.

"Hahahaha, I just cannot wait to see the look on his face, when he hears his 41 year old mother ask him to fuck her like his slut. Poor kid must be on the verge of a breakdown when he realizes I have found out about his porn stash. But I bet he is going to love this naughty surprise." I laughed.

As much as I reveled on the thought of having him home, I also realized time would just not move. A minute felt like an hour and an hour felt like a day, and I was left at home with nothing else to do. I had eaten nothing that day, but it hardly mattered. Just the thought of another man's meat was enough to keep me going.

"Why don't I just go out... Go to a mall, eat something, get some new clothes.. or wait!! Why don't I just get myself some really kinky lingerie, or some very flashy bra and panties? Maybe I should!! What if Sanjay wishes to see his hot mom strip for him. I really need to be at my best!!" All sorts of twisted thoughts had filled my mind, and my entire body felt like overtaken by lust.

Standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I checked out my curvy milfy body. And just like how a possessed woman would, I found my hands automatically removing my top, leaving me completely naked. I stood there and I admired my bust, like I was seeing my 34 Sized melons for the first time.

My eyes soon shifted focus to my mature Pussy. I was hairy down there, and I had not shaven after Anil left. I did not want to look dirty in front of my Son, and I decided to clean shave my pussy.

As I took the razor in my hand and started shaving off my pubic hair, I thought of the night just before the day Anil left. We had such great sex that night, and I still had bite marks he had left on my inner thigh. Coming back to the present, I felt turning even more horny, getting myself ready for my son, thinking about how his father fucked me.

I touched my clean shaven pussy lips, imagining my son licking me with his wet tongue. It had turned sour, and was again leaking wet like never before. I wanted my Son so badly that moment, I wanted to feel his young hot body against my naked self. I wanted to know the taste of him, I wanted to be intoxicated by the smell of his sweat. I was at the extreme stages of sexual vulnerability.

I ran to Sanjay's room, and locked myself inside. His bed had so easily become the place of my dreams, and I wanted to make it my home now. I laid naked on his bed just like how I would submit myself to him.

Imagining Sanjay on top of me, I pushed my fingers inside my moist wet pussy. 3 whole fingers of mine had found it's way deep inside my love hole, and I came in less than a minute

"Oh babyy, you are so good Sanjuu. You make mummy so proud. This is just how every son should love his mother." I moaned, imagining my son still humping his cock in and out of my pussy.

But I was not just done yet. Every passing second saw my sexual craving grow in unbelievable proportions. I now wanted to know how it would be to have somebody really huge fill my pussy hole.

"What if someday you get to meet the 9 inched porn-star in the video you just saw, Asha. You are hot, sexy and everything a stud would want in a woman. You should be ready for him." I convinced myself.

Without any second thoughts, I found myself taking the Deo bottle from Sanjay's table, and with the obedience of a dirty street whore, who would do anything for a stinky note of 50 rupees, I pushed the Deo bottle inside my pussy.

The next few minutes saw me transform into a woman I never thought I could be. I had no more doubts if being another man's whore was just my fantasy. The way my Pussy walls stretched to take in more and more of the thick Deo Bottle, confirmed to me how badly I wanted to have big thick cocks go in and out of my mature married motherly pussy.

It was just what I wanted. Getting fucked like a slut was all what I now craved for. The Deo Bottle had effortlessly found my G-Spot, and I had one more orgasm, but this time the kind that would keep me leaking for days.

As much as I felt exhausted and lost, I also felt awakened by the thought that there was no more need to wait for my son, as it did not matter anymore if it was Sanjay who was pushing his cock inside my pussy, or any other random man.

Though I was struggling to get my completely naked body out of my son's bed, deep inside my mind I had made a strong firm decision. Asha Anil, who has always been a faithful housewife, and a loving mother to her 3 grown up children, was from today going to be a slut milf even scriptwriters of porn movies would find hard to create.

From Anil's colleagues, to the friends of my sons, and to random guys who had passed through my life at different stages, I started imagining all of them as the men I would soon be spreading my legs for. Such was the sexual ecstasy, I just could not wait for another man's touch.

To Be Continued...

I sincerely hope you all like this episode of my life.