Hello everyone, this is Minal here, originally from Pune, but now settled in Canada. I am a 57-year-old lady with vitals 36-DD-34-38, a typical Maharashtrian housewife. I live with my 34-year-old unmarried son in Canada.
This is my story of seconds innings of my life, given to me by my son in Canada. Let us begin.
My son, Ashish, moved to Canada when he was 31. He left his job and life out of fear of missing out after his friends moved abroad and settled there. I loved my son a lot always and was very proud of him. But his leaving created a vacuum in our lives.
My husband passed away the following year. I was left alone in Pune for 6 months until my son got my Visa approved and brought me to Canada. But during those 6 months of loneliness, my son was very sweet. He gave me ample time over calls and video calls.
It felt like a long-distance relationship to me. Very excited to see my son again, I packed my life in a suitcase and moved to Canada. At the airport my son was overjoyed seeing me and gave me a tight hug. He lived in a studio apartment, which was like our one room kitchens like we had in the older chawls.
But I was happy with that too, even after leaving my big house. It’s almost been a year. I gelled in well with social groups during the summer and made a couple of friends at the gym. My son would go to work in the morning. He would come back and help me with household chores and cooking in the evening.
He would take care of me, take me shopping, take me on weekend trips, and show me places. The one thing that changed after coming to Canada was the relationship between us. He would hug me more often, and that touch between us increased.
When we took selfies, his hand would be on my waist. He would hug me while getting us a selfie. He would give me small pecks while going to work and coming back from work. What every woman wants from a partner, I was getting it from my son.
We would shop together. He insisted I become modern like locals and wear short dresses, spaghetti or skirts. But he did not force me when I did not agree. After a long insist I started using the tight leggings that tee shirts or tops.
Eventually, our bond got stronger.
We started sharing things. But ever since I came to Canada, I don’t know what changed. I used to feel my dry pussy for years was getting stimulated and getting wet. I would feel horny at times. Maybe it was the gym, or it was the food, but I felt horny sometimes.
At the gym, I would wear leggings and, long tees and a sports bra since my busts were big. My friends would be in shorts that covered their asses and showed their shapes and just the sports bra. The culture here was mixed. We had people from all countries.
My Spanish friend was quite open. She was 54 and very outspoken. She would talk to me about her boyfriends and relationships, her fucks too. She was a bit pervert and always looked at men’s crotches at the gym. She would try to flirt with some.
But these things had some effect on me, too. I also looked at a few. But the only crotch that made my pussy tingle was looking at my son’s. He used to be in his shorts, just without his tee. I could see how handsome my son was and how well-endowed he was below.
On Sunday morning, Ashish would get up late, and I would be up early. Generally, he would sleep with a bedsheet on. But his sheet was away that day, and it showed his morning wood. I knew he masturbated while in the bath. But I let it go as he also had needs.
I wanted to get him married, but somehow, every time, it got messed up. I asked my sister, a Tarot card reader, to check what it looked like for his marriage. What she said blew my mind. She told me my son’s cards show his great sexual appetite and ability.
He is deprived of that now and managing somehow. He will get a girl or, rather, a lady. She will meet his sexual appetite and take him to new levels of sexual pleasure. That is why it is getting stalled every time. That lady has already entered his life but both don’t know it.
While reading this message from her, the only thing that popped into my head for his hardness. I slept after reading that message but was woken up by a dream of me having sex. My back was facing towards my son when I felt his dick rub against my ass.
Now since we slept on the same bed, our bodies touched each other before. But this time, his dick aroused me. I was wet in my pussy. I moved away and tried to sleep but was not able to. So, I moved my ass back and let it touch his dick, which was hardening.
My son was in a deep sleep. He started rubbing his dick over my ass in sleep. Even I was feeling horny. So I let him do it while I rubbed my clit. We rubbed for 10 minutes, and both had a release. I felt his shorts got wet.
The next morning, I woke up, and my son had left for work. I was brushing my teeth, looking at myself in the mirror. I saw his shorts in the laundry basket. They had the cum stain on it and his smell. I smelt it and felt my pussy tingle and get wet. I looked at my wet pussy in the mirror.
Am I the lady my sister was talking about? That thought itself was enough to make us horny and wet. It led to thoughts of how much I love my son, to the thoughts of his hardness, to the feel of it. I don’t know when my hand automatically went to my clit.
I started masturbating using my son’s shorts. I saw my son’s old phone on the rack. I knew he watched porn and masturbated, but the horny me wanted to check. I knew his passcode, and I entered. I started Kay Parker’s taboo movie scene of her sex with her son.
Watching my son play with his dick and watching Mom-Son porn just fueled my fire. It led to me masturbating, thinking of Ashish. I had a very hard orgasm and felt relieved after that. I had a bath and was standing naked in front of the mirror.
I was watching my 36DD boobs and toned waist and tight bums due to the gym. I felt good about my body. I remembered my sister’s message. Am I that lady in my son’s life? Does he desire his Mom’s pussy? Thinking about my son as my lover made me blush, and I decided to go with the flow.
I was happy the whole day. I remember my son was insisting on me wearing dresses and sexy gowns. I decided to get one and see my son’s reaction. I went to the lingerie store and got myself 2 satin nighties. They were sticking to my body, showing ample cleavage and having a cut from the hip.
I felt sexy when I tried them and bought them. I also saw some lacy bras and thongs and decided to buy them. I opened the door for Ashish when he came, and he was surprised to see me in the nighty.
Ashish: Hi, kadhi ghetli? (When did you buy this?)
Me: Are me tichya barobar mall la geleli. Tar tithe disli. Ka changli nahiye ka? (I went to the mall with her, and she asked me to buy it. Isn’t it looking nice?)
Ashish: Nahi nahi, chaan aahe. Avadli mala. (No, they are nice. I loved them.)
He smirked at me. That evening, we were at home. I saw him checking me out while working. While sitting, also I sat carelessly on purpose, and it showed some of my boobs too. I saw his cock twitching under his shorts and loved the feeling.
I called him and made him lay his head on my lap. My naked leg was touching his body. I purposely bent to kiss his cheek, and my boobs touched his body. He got a glimpse of my melons, too. I could see his cock hardening with my touch and was feeling proud of that.
He went to the washroom to relieve himself. He was in a rush that he forgot to lock the door. I peeped through the door to find him wanking his dick. That’s when I saw it was long and thick. I was turned on and wanted to attract my son more.
So I removed the bra, and the nighty showed my poking nipples as it was getting colder in the night. That night we both slept facing each other, and he could see my boobs clearly. Again when I felt he was fast asleep, I pushed my ass back. I started rubbing on this dick and masturbated.
The same story repeated the entire week. I raised the heat during the day, exposing my body bit by bit. In the night, I would rub my ass on his dick over his shorts and relieve myself.
Friday night, being a movie night, he had a couple of beers. We were watching a movie and it had some raunchy scenes in it. We both were a bit aroused, and I decided to go the next step. I removed my panty before sleeping and pulled my dress up to rub it on his crotch.
I started doing it, and his cock started growing. But at one point, I felt my skin touch his cock. I turned behind and saw Ashish was awake and looking at me. I was scared. But his smile and nod gave me the signal to continue. The rubbing got intense, and so did the moans.
He also reciprocated my movements, and we rubbed our genitals. His hands were moving on my hips, then to my pussy to find it leaking wet. I let out a moan as he touched it. He rubbed my clit and aroused me more. I lifted my leg a little.
He grabbed the opportunity and pushed the head of his dick into my wet pussy.
“Ah!” We both gasped. “Aah… halu.” (slow) That’s all I could say. He pushed little by little till half his dick went in. He kept comforting me by pressing my boobs as he pulled out of my gown.
He slowly started moving two and fro. I got lost in the world of pleasure. I was super hot, and he was super hard. He kept fucking me for ten mins. My mind said it was wrong, but my body and heart wanted it to go on. My heart won over my mind.
I started matching his moves, pushing my booty back at him. He was kissing and biting my neck. And ‘Ah, ah’ was the only sound in the room. He did me for 20 minutes, and I had a squirting orgasm. It made him release inside of me. His dick was still inside me, shorts to his knees.
My gown up to my hip from behind and boobs out in front. He put his arm on my boobs, and we went to sleep in the same position. I had a dick in me after almost 30 years, and that, too the one that I produced. I felt satisfied and a woman after years and I slept like a baby.
The next morning I woke up to my naked son, with my gown on my hips, boobs out. My son’s morning wood kissing my pussy. I got up, adjusted my gown and saw my naked son, who fucked me like a man yesterday. I went to the washroom got fresh, and was looking at the marks my son left.
I removed my gown, watched the dried cum on my pussy and reminisced about the night’s events. I felt proud of how hard my body made my son’s dick. Thinking of that hardness made me hot. But at the same time, the feeling of doing something wrong gripped me.
What will my son think of me? How will I face him kept running in my mind. But these questions were answered as I came out. I saw my son naked on the bed, smiling at me with seduction wanking his cock and looking at my body. I was aroused again. We kept looking at each other.
My hand went to my crotch. He signalled me to come to him, and I went like an obedient wife. He pulled me on him. My poking nipples hit his hard chest, our lips close, breaths heavy and eyes looking into each. It felt super romantic. I lowered my head.
He pulled my chin up, looked into my eyes and said I love you. He lifted his chin and kissed me on the lips, and we kissed like lovers in heat. His dick was near my pussy, and we started rubbing ourselves. He pulled my gown up and started mauling my ass cheeks as his cock rubbed on my wet pussy.
I was leaking already. I moaned as his dick entered my pussy. The passion in his eyes for me let the slut out in me. I started riding him and talking dirty.
Me: Madarchod, aai jhavadya, aai la jhavto? He chukicha aahe, pan khup changla vatatay. (Motherfucker, fucking your mother. This is so wrong. But it feels so good inside.)
Ashish: Madarchod tar aahech mi. And tujhyasathi aai jhavada pan banel mi. (Yes, I am ready to become a motherfucker for you.)
He pulled the gown over my head and made me naked. He started pressing my boobs as his dick was going entirely in my pussy, making it touch my womb. I was riding him but kept saying this is not right. He flipped on my back and took his dick out.
Ashish: Kay chukicha aahe? I love you, and I am making love to my love. Nako mag tula?
I nodded yes, and he kept rubbing his dick on my pussy lips.
Ashish: Nahi aadhi bol Tula pahije ki mi jhavu Tula. (No, say that you want me to fuck you.)
He was not listening.
Me: I love you too, jhav mala aai jhavadya. Jorat maar majhi chut. Pani kadh majha. (I love you too. Fuck me motherfucker. Fuck me hard and make me cum.)
He inserted his dick in one go and kissed me hard on my lips. We kept fucking for a couple of minutes. Looking at the pleasure on his face, I asked.
Me: Kashi vaatli majhi chut? (How is my pussy?)
Ashish: Ekdum garam Ani oli. Hi best chut aahe aata paryant. (Very wet and hot. This is the best pussy I have fucked.)
That thing was enough to put me over the edge. He pounded me for another 5 minutes. I released first then he cum in me. We both lay on each other, exhausted and catching our breath. Exhausted, we dozed off again for a few hours.
What happened next, and how did my son change my life? I will tell you in the next part.