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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the snowy landscape, I found myself snuggled up with my mom Alka, our bodies entwined under the thick blanket. The events of the previous night still lingered in my mind, the memories of our passionate encounter with Neerja leaving me both excited and confused. But with the cold seeping into our bones, any embarrassment or hesitation melted away, replaced by a primal need for warmth.
Aman, who had ventured out earlier to gather firewood and assess the damage, returned with a grim update. The storm had wreaked havoc on the power lines and communication systems, cutting us off from the outside world. His rugged face, weathered by the elements, conveyed a sense of determination as he informed us that we’d be without electricity for at least two more days.
We huddled around the crackling fireplace, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The warmth of the fire contrasted sharply with the bitter cold outside, creating a cozy haven in the remote lodge. After a hearty dinner, we gathered close, sharing stories and laughter to ward off the encroaching darkness.
As the fire gradually died down, the room grew colder once more. Mom and I instinctively drew closer, our bodies seeking the heat of the other. Aman and Neerja, exhausted from the day’s exertions, had already fallen into a deep slumber. I felt a strange mix of nerves and excitement as mom suggested we remove our clothes to share body heat.
Hesitantly, I began to undress, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I glanced at mom, her dark eyes gleaming in the dim light, and she smiled encouragingly. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together under the blanket. I couldn’t help but notice her voluptuous curves, the soft mounds of her breasts topped with dark, erect nipples. My breath quickened as I felt her warm, supple skin against mine.
My cock, already halfhard from the proximity of her body, sprang to full attention as it brushed against her silky thighs. I felt like a teenager again, my heart pounding and my face flushing with embarrassment. But mom seemed unbothered, her breathing deep and even, as if she were asleep.
I tried to adjust my position, desperate to relieve the pressure building between my legs, but the more I moved, the more my cock seemed to seek out her warmth. And then, in a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, my dick slipped between her thighs and slid into her wet pussy.
The sensation was electric. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise as I felt her tight, warm walls envelop my shaft. Mom stirred, but she didn’t wake. I froze, unsure of what to do, my cock throbbing inside her. Should I pull out? Or was she enjoying this as much as I was?
Before I could decide, mom shifted in her sleep, her hips lifting slightly, and I felt her pussy clench around my cock. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I knew she was awake and aware of what was happening. Yet, she didn’t stop me; instead, she began to move, her hips rocking gently in a slow, seductive rhythm.
I was torn between shock and arousal as mo. took control, guiding my cock with her movements. Her hands reached back, finding mine, and she placed them on her breasts, encouraging me to caress her soft flesh. I obeyed, my fingers tracing the curves of her full breasts, pinching her erect nipples as she continued to ride me in a slow, sensual dance.
We ed in silence, our bodies moving as one, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt like I was in a dream, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, warm pussy, the scent of our passion filling the air. Mom’s moans grew louder, her movements more urgent, and I knew she was close to climax.
Changing positions, she flipped onto her stomach, her ass raised invitingly. I positioned myself behind her, my cock sliding effortlessly into her from behind. Mom reached back, guiding me in, and I thrust into her with renewed passion. Her hands gripped the blanket, her back arching as I pounded into her, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
The sensation was overwhelming. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I ed her with abandon. Mom’s pussy clenched around my cock, milking me, and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. With a final, powerful thrust, I came, my cum spurting deep inside her, filling her pussy with my hot, sticky load.
Mom’s body shook as she came, her pussy contracting around my cock, milking every last drop of my cum. We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I felt a mixture of pleasure and guilt, wondering if I had crossed a line.
“Don’t worry, Abhi,” mom whispered, sensing my apprehension. “At our age, it’s natural to feel this way. And besides, it’s just us here. No one needs to know.”
Her words reassured me, and I felt a surge of affection for this woman who had shown me such pleasure. As we drifted off to sleep, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this hidden fantasy had become a reality, and I couldn’t wait to see what the night would bring.
Part 4 will soon be out, so enjoy.
Yours Friend,
Abhi
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