The next day, as usual, I woke up early. On Sundays, my husband usually goes to work in the afternoon. Both my husband and son woke up together and came to the hall.
I saw both had morning wood. I know my husband will come and do something naughty. I entered the kitchen to prepare food, and my husband Zoran followed me.
He grabbed my boobs and rubbed his dick in between my ass.
Me: Stop it, honey. Our son is outside.
Zoran: Don't worry, he won't come, enjoy.
I didn't stop him. He squeezed my boob and rubbed his dick from behind over my saree. I started to get wet. Within a few minutes, he cum just by rubbing his dick on the ass over the saree.
Zoran: Aah, I cum, honey.
Me: Come on, can't you hold for a few more minutes?
Zoran laughed and left the kitchen. The day went normally. But soon after Zoran went out, my son Mike came to me with his dick for me to suck.
Nice strong cock waiting to enter inside my mouth. I went on my knees and grabbed my son's buttocks. I took his whole dick in my mouth. He was enjoying the moment as I was sucking.
Mike: Mom, can I ask you something?
Me: What is it, honey?
Mike: Why was Dad grabbing your chest and moving silly from behind?
Oh fuck he saw as again. What to say? Why is this happening to me? Already I am sucking my son's dick. Now I have to explain why his dad was grabbing my boobs. My mind was thinking many things, whether my son was innocent or acting like one.
Me: When did you come?
Mike: I came to ask for a coffee.
Me: Ok, ok, what else you saw?
Mike: Nothing just saw Dad pressing this region.
He pointed as he touched my boob over my blouse.
Me: Dad was giving me a massage, that's all.
Mike: Is it paining?
Me: No, son, it is not paining.
Mike: If you need a massage, you can ask me any time, Mom.
Me: Of course, my beautiful son. I will ask if I need it.
Wow, at least this time, I thought something good. I continued sucking his dick, and to my surprise, he was getting better and better. He cum after 15 minutes of hard blowjob.
After that, nothing much happened. At about 8, my husband came fully drunk. He doesn't drink daily, but sometimes he drinks with his friends. For the last three years, he had drunk only 7 times.
Today he came drunk. When my husband is drunk, he can't control his mouth, my son's never heard those things, but nowadays, Mike is watching like a hawk. So I have to be careful.
Zoran: Hi, honey!
Me: Why did you drink?
Zoran: My friends forced me, that's why.
Zoran sat near Mike.
Zoran: Mike, you shouldn't drink. You should always listen to your mother.
Mike: Ok, Dad.
Zoran turned towards me.
Zoran: Honey, I want milk from your tits tonight.
I was shocked by those words. He was saying it before our son.
Me: Shut up, Zoran and go to sleep.
Zoran went to bed and lay on the bed. Mike didn't say anything. After dinner, Mike and I went to the bedroom. Zoran was on the bed sleeping. Mike lay on the floor. I lay near Zoran in bed. Due to the jerk of the bed, Zoran woke up.
Zoran: Honey, you came?
He approached me, opened my blouse, lifted my bra, and started sucking my boob and pressing the other. Mike was watching the whole scene. I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. After a few minutes of sucking, he stopped and slept above my boob like a baby.
I closed my blouse and looked down. Mike was sitting and looking at us.
Me: Go to sleep, son.
Mike: Ok, mom.
The next day Zoran woke up like nothing happened and went to work. But I know Mike's going to ask me some weird questions.
It was Monday. He was getting ready for college. But I got a call from his college professor saying that for the next week, there would be no college due to a strike in college.
Mike was celebrating the leave.
Mike: Jolly, jolly, one week's leave.
I laughed at his silliness, but as expected, he had something to ask
Mike: Can I ask you something?
Oh my God, he is going to ask what he saw yesterday.
Me: Yes, what is it, son?
Mike: Why was Dad sucking your nipples? Does milk come from it?
Me: Milk, no son, no milk will come from it.
Mike: But Dad said I want milk from your tits, and what are tits? Is it something else?
Me: No, no, mom's chest region is called tits, boobs etc.
Mike: Then can I suck it too?
I didn't know what to say, but my dirty mind wanted me to let my son suck my tits. In the end, my dirty mind won again.
Me: You can suck it, son. You have done it when you are small.
Mike: I don't remember it. Can I suck it now, Mom, please?
I went and sat on the sofa, called my son to lay his head on my lap. He lay on my lap.
Me: First, promise you don't say this to anyone.
Mike: I promise, Mom.
I slowly opened my blouse, and my heartbeat was raising. I will let my grown son suck my tits after a long time. Then I opened my bra, and my boobs were out before my son. I maintained a good physique, and my boobs are still firm.
I lowered myself so that my son could suck my tits. His lips touched my nipples. I felt like a shock wave passed throughout my body.
Mike was sucking like an angel. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that feeling. I felt my son's hands on my other boob as I immersed in that pleasure. He was squeezing it like his father did yesterday night.
My pussy started to get wet. I could feel the heat between my thighs. I was getting horny while my son was sucking my boobs. I noticed a bulge in his shorts. I lowered his shorts. His dick was standing like a pole, I started stroking it, and I was enjoying the moment.
After 10 minutes, suddenly, he stopped sucking and got up. He brought his dick near my face. I understood what he wanted. Took his whole dick inside my mouth. After a few minutes, he cum inside my mouth.
Mike: That was awesome, Mom. I loved it very much.
He sat on the sofa and started watching a movie. I went inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror there. I saw my son's cum dripping near my mouth. I licked it with my tongue like a bitch.
I started to speak to myself, looking in the mirror. What are you doing, Shriya? This is wrong. I know, but it feels good. You shouldn't suck your son's cock and feel good about it.
What should I do? When I hold his dick? It's so firm and long, bigger than his father. I started to get wet again. I fingered myself, thinking of my son's cock getting inside my pussy fucking me like a whore. I reached orgasm within a few minutes.
I was sweating hot and never felt this good for a long time. I concluded there was nothing wrong with it if it felt so good.
In the next part, I will continue the story about how it will happen between me and my son. Comment if you want the next part.