The Chronicles Of Sonali – Part 11

I was not sure what plans my son had for me. He told me to dress sexy and that he wanted to go shopping with me in the afternoon in some mall. For a change, we showered in separate bathrooms. I put on my jeans and a figure-hugging t-shirt.

While he was getting dressed up, I called Vineeta, hoping that she would not be engaged in fucking her son. She received my call and asked me in a very naughty tone, "Hi Sonali, what's keeping you so busy?"

I blurted out, "Vini, I have done it!"

"Wow, good girl Sonali. How was he?"

"I don't have the words to express, but you are right. A mom knows best. You are absolutely right that a son is the best option for mind-blowing sex. It's best to keep it in the family."

"I told you so Rick and me we are just fucking like rabbits. Now he wants me, you know, from the backdoor. Not so sure about it."

"Do it, Vini, do it. In fact, Joy just took my anal cherry, and it felt damn good."

"What the fuck Sonali you've let your guru behind?" she exclaimed.

I gloated from inside. "When you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Now you inspire me, Sonali. How do I go about it?"

Then I explained the absolute necessity of lubrication and the almond oil application. Vineeta let out sighs of lust while she heard me and promised that she would lose her anal virginity to her son like me. Then I explained that my son wanted to take me out, and we were about to leave.

I disconnected the call and wondered what plans Joy had for me. I put on my sexy high heels to pair with dark blue jeans. Joy emerged from his room in jeans and a t-shirt and let out a gasp of excitement.

"Wow, mom, you are looking like a college girl and so damn hot."

A woman can be ninety years old, but a genuine appreciation from a man can make her blush, and I blushed at the compliment. It made me feel so young.

We drove to the nearby mall, and I could feel all the male eyes were on me. Joy walked up to the movie complex and purchased two tickets for a solid action film that was trending.

"Joy, you know I don't quite cherish this kind of action film. Why are you wasting money on this?"

"I have something on my mind for a long time, mom, please grant me my wish. I have dreamt about it a lot. Trust me, mom."

I shrugged, and we entered the movie theatre. Our seats were right in the back and special couple recliners with no other audience. It was the first time I had been treated to such a special movie chair.

As we sat down, I asked, "Joy, it seems you know your ways around the movies I see. You must have treated your girlfriends like this many times."

"Ma, how many times I told you I don't have any girlfriend. Yes, I have been to movies with girls but never in this special recliners. It is only for a special lady— in fact, for the most beautiful woman on this planet."

"Oh, Joy." I couldn't help getting impressed and impulsively gave him a hug, and he held me tightly for a while. I felt his body heat. We unhugged and sat like a normal mom son duo. But we were like eager lovers now.

As the movie started and taking advantage of the cozy darkness around us, Joy slid closer to me. He put his strong arm around me, drawing me close to him. I tried to protest, but before that, his hungry lips were on mine. I had no other option but to reciprocate.

He literally fed on my mouth and tongue, his other hand started to squeeze my boobs. The experience was out of the world for me as, for the first time in my life, I was making out in the movies.

When we broke our lip lock, Joy rasped out, "Oh Sonali, you are looking so sexy in your jeans and t-shirt, have been waiting to get my hands on you." I unfastened the bra so that he could have ease of access to my boobs.

We engaged in a fierce bout of tongue and lip sucking as Joy kneaded my boobs with both his hands with a newfound eagerness. Between those mouthfuls, I managed to ask, "Is this what you had in mind, making out with your mom in the movies?"

"Yes ma, it had been my fantasy for a long time, I have jerked off so many times thinking about this moment."

"Then you must be hard again."

"Of course, ma, my jeans are about to burst."

Instinctively my hands reached out for my son, and indeed he was highly erect. The heat of his rock hard cock seeped through the denim fabric on to my palms, making my cunt wet. He had not worn any underwear, naughty boy. The naughty dirty girl inside me got aroused, and I started whispering dirty to him.

"You dirty motherchod, all you have on your mind is your old mom."

"You are not old ma, you can give the college girls a run for their money any day. And for a hot sexy siren like you, I will be a dirty motherchod."

He really relished being called motherchod as every utterance of that word made his cock twitch in my palms. "I have also become a beta chod slut. What do you want beta, tell me? I will be your dirtiest slut."

"Ah betachod slut, that's a good one. I think my cock wants to feel your naked palms."

"Yes, a tiger is meant to roam free and not languish in a cage."

Then for the first time in my life, I undid a man's jeans in a movie theatre. Thank god most of the audience was deeply engrossed in the terrific action sequences of the film.

The intermittent gunshots and explosions and thuds of punches and kicks were adding to our excitement. I grabbed his cock with my left hand and started caressing it expertly.

"Oh ma, your hands feel so good, you really know how to handle a cock."

"Now the tiger is free, and the tiger needs meat. Oh, Joy, your cock is burning in my hand. You like your slut mother stroking your cock?"

"Yes, Sonali always, but stroking in the movies is proving to be hotter than I ever imagined."

I increased the speed of my hand strokes. We kept mouth feeding and boobs squeezing and kept on whispering sweet dirtiness in each other's ears.

"Tell me motherchod what other fantasies you have about your slut mom. Where else do you want to do dirty things to me?"

"Ah, Sonali, keep stroking what lovely supple hands you have. I love the way you handle your son's cock. If I tell you all my fantasies, they will lose charm when we do it."

"No, tell me one it is turning me on."

"Ok slut listen. I want to do doggy with you on an open road – some deserted highway – and cum all over your slutty face."

"Oh, Joy, that will be fun, I am sure. I have never fucked in the open before."

"Sonali, you will let your motherchod son fuck you on the highway?"

"Yes, I will, and I will be a bitch in the heat for you, you can fuck me on the ground too." Just imagining the scene made me horny, and my mouth was salivating for the juicy hot and hard cock.

"Joy, don't you want your slut mom to suck your motherfucking cock?"

"Yes, I do. Go down on me, you HSS."

"HSS?"

"Hot Sexy Siren."

My heart glowed from the compliment, and like a true blue cock sucker, I adjusted my posture and swooped down on my son's eager cock. I started by licking the shaft from bottom to top, and expectedly Joy sighed deeply from the pleasure.

"Ah, Sonali, what a wonderful tongue you got. It feels good in my mouth and better on my motherfucking cock. Ma, this had been my fantasy that you will blow me in a movie theatre."

"Your fantasy will now become true, your betachod mom will drain your balls out to the last drop." Without wasting time, I gobbled him up to my throat and started moving my head up and down his throbbing cock with newfound confidence. For this, I had to thank Vineeta.

If she hadn't shown me her videos of sucking her son's cock, I wouldn't have become an expert cocksucker so soon. Joy started groaning in immense pleasure and spewed out a plethora of dirty talk, including Hindi and Bengali explicit. Those drove my inner slut on to the fourth gear.

My head moved rapidly on his cock, and I had shed my gag reflex completely. I was rather enjoying the hot bulbous turgidity hitting the back of my throat.

"Sonali sali kya lund chusti hain – dil karta hain mera lund sara din tere muh mein dalke rakhun. Saradin mera lund chusegi bol randi bol."

I uttered a "ummm" in the affirmative and started to caress his balls along with the super speedy blowjob. I knew he would cum soon.

"Ah, ma ki darun chushis re bara- sali erokom barakhor choshon expert ma thakle kon chele tar mar mukhe bara na gethe thakbe." (Oh, mom, how well you suck – which son can resist from shoving up his cock in his mom's mouth if she is such a cock addict like you.)

The Bengali explicit got me going further. In another three minutes, saliva started oozing out from my mouth. It was dripping on to his shaft, making it slicker and more comfortable for me to apply my oral skills. I was quite amazed at how fast I have picked up.

In fact, without attending school, high school, and college, I had straight away appeared for the master's degree university exams. I bagged myself an M.O (master of oral) degree.

Joy was grabbing my hair and hiking up his pelvic region, which was a sign he was about to cum. Then he groaned in tremendous rapture.

"Je dhore rakhte parchi na (I can't hold it any longer) Tor mukh gorm fyaday bhore die chai. (Sonali I want to fill your mouth with hot sperm)."

I patted him encouragingly on the thighs. I was also yearning for the taste of his hot viscous protein-laden man custard and gulp it down my hungry throat.

I had also made up my mind to swallow every spurt, rather than let the whole load accumulate in my mouth and swallow it. I reckoned swallowing one spurt at a time would be easier than swallowing the total load in one gulp.

Joy let out a loud groan calling out my name. It got camouflaged by the movie sounds and started to explode seemingly unstoppable bursts of cum-spray in my cum-hungry mouth. When you apply yourself with total dedication, you can achieve the unthinkable.

Most women, especially the young girls, would have gagged vomited or just left the poor guy to finish with his hands. Thus ruining the whole thing. But as Joy remarks – I was born to suck cock and swallow man juice. With the movement of my throat, I caught every spurt and gulped it down without compromising on the speed of head movement.

Most women ruin it for the man by taking away the mouth and resorting to their hands. Vineeta reiterates that sperm is valuable and is basically meant to be deposited inside a watery cunt. If that is not a possibility every time, then the next best destination for hot fresh cum is a woman's mouth.

I kept on the furious pace and the swallowing movements. Joy blasted the back of my throat with fifteen huge spurts of hot tasty thick ropes. They were all gulped down eagerly by the newly born cum-slut in me. After I had drained him out completely, I subsided the speed of my head movement.

Joy kept on groaning and heaving, and I kept on sucking gently till his breathing was restored to a normal pace.

"Oh ma, that was the best blowjob I have received in my life," he sighed, affectionately ruffling my hair. "I love you, mom." I lifted my head up and hugged him tightly. "I love you, too, son. And I am glad we are lovers now. Hope your fantasy has been fulfilled?"

"Ma, beyond my imagination. I must say you have become an expert cocksucker in one day only."

When I narrated the episode to Vineeta later, she said that I could not be relegated to a master of orals degree and rather be conferred with a D.O degree, doctorate of orals. Even Joy agreed with that.

We both dressed up and kept caressing each other. Joy asked, "Ma, I spoke some rather filthy language. I hope you are not offended."

"Not at all, dear, in fact, it added to my excitement. This was my first blowjob in a movie theatre."

"Will it be the last?"

"Of course not. Whenever you want, your mom will suck your cock." I assured him.

"Mom, let's go back home. I have another fantasy in mind."

"Oh, really?"

"We will have a sumptuous dinner, and then I want to feast on you, Sonali."

"Do all you want with me, now I am all yours."