MOTHERHOOD: A Tale of Love

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As Preetha slowly regained her senses and her labored breathing subsided, she could feel Salim toying with her pussy, marveling at the puddle she had created on the sheets; her thighs were wet as well. A smell permeated all over the room. It was a smell of pure unadulterated passion and love. She pulled Salim to her, she needed some rest and her vagina was feeling too sensitive to be touched at this moment. ‘Enough, come here…rest with me for a while.’ 
Salim got up and nestled towards her, his fingers still caressing the bushy moist wetness of her crotch. 
‘Look what a mess you have made Mommy…’ he quipped mischievously. He relaxed beside her, head resting on his hand as Preetha curiously trailed her fingers on her hot pussy which was almost releasing a vapor, her juices were smeared on her fingers as she pulled them up and inspected. The liquid was semi clear and gooey in consistency, like clear thin gum. 
‘My God, what is this? It never happened to me like this before.’ She wondered aloud. Salim looked at her dripping fingers and said ‘It is your love Mommy, you gifted me with the love of your body.’ 
Preetha pulled him closer and they kissed passionately, it was a kiss of relief, Preetha’s skin was warm with the afterglow and they held each other, peaceful silence covered them like a warm blanket. 
Preetha was feeling almost lifeless, her insides were still throbbing from the intense release, her muscles were feeling numb and sapped off any strength. Salim lifted himself on his elbows and whispered to her softly ‘Mommy, please hold me, I just want to cuddle with you for a while. I want to talk to you, please don’t fall asleep.’

 

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Though Preetha was almost feeling like drowning in the numbness she obliged the boy, this was the least she could do after the bliss he gave her. She wrapped him in her thick fleshy arms, drawing him deep into her huge valley of breasts. 
They held each other in a warm cuddle, facing each other. Preetha found herself drifting away only to regain senses and looking at Salim who was staring at her with wide eyes. ‘What are you looking at?’ she murmured softly, sliding her hand beneath his cheek as his head rested on her soft, silky palm. Salim slid up his hand and softly touched her face, her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath on his fingertips. 
‘Mommy, you are so beautiful…you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I never imagined such beauty is possible!’ Salim said. 
Preetha responded with a blissful smile and blowing a hot gust of air on his fingers. Salim inhaled the musk of her breath heavily, ‘Your lips Mom, they are like petals of rose, so soft, warm, and this mole…’ he touched the mole on the corner of her lower lip lightly ‘This is the most beautiful mole in the universe, people can fight a war over this mole.’ Salim whispered. ‘Can I love your face Mommy, can I kiss you?’ Salim asked with yearning in his eyes. ‘You can kiss me wherever you want baby’ Preetha said with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes half closed. 
Salim lovingly traced his fingers on her rosebud lips, her chin…feeling the softness of her skin, Preetha heaved out a sigh, the light touch of Salim’s slim fingers left goosebumps on her skin. Salim kissed her long swan like neck lovingly, Preetha tilted her head back, a soft moan escaped her lips as she invited him for more kisses. Salim traced the entire length of her neck with his tongue ending to her chin where his lips locked, sucking her chin with his mouth as his tongue flickered beneath her chin, the sensitive part of her neck. Salim was becoming bolder, he slip up her body and started sucking her lower lip, first he gently nibbled on the lower labia like a delicate fruit, and then started sucking the plump fleshiness like a juicy slice of orange, he sucked hard as Preetha could feel blood congealing in her lips. He was going to bruise them…she thought. She moaned in weak protest, since her body was feeling almost lifeless but Salim aggressively sealed her lips with his own. He was now kissing her forcefully like an aggressive man and definitely not like a feeble boy half her size. 
Salim pinched her lower lip and traced his tongue all over her lips, drooling on them; her lips were now glistening with his saliva. Salim was becoming obsessed with Preetha’s lips, which he considered the most beautiful part of her body. Preetha opened her mouth for much needed breath and Salim spat a long string of drool in her mouth. It was the same as she had done to him in the bathroom, a gesture of pure unadulterated love. Preetha gulped down his spit and tasted his love with satisfaction.

 

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Salim was growing more aggressive and wild with each passing moment, he kissed, licked and nibbled her face, messing up her up with his saliva and Preetha couldn’t believe how helpless she felt. With one shrug she could have thrown him off like an insect but her body felt powerless in front of the assault of his love. ‘Please…please…stop…’ Preetha muttered in a trembling voice trying to turn and escape him but Salim held on her like a vice, licking her cheek…her face was now completely moist and reeking of his spittle. Preetha could feel her loins heating up again and her pussy felt slimy from inside, hormones were raging high as she writhed. 

‘I love you Mom…I love you Mommy…’ Salim muttered breathlessly as he wriggled on her, rubbing his face on her neck. Preetha felt his penis now hard and stiff again poking against her bush, it was becoming unbearable for her, she realized they had reached that final stage, that culmination where she had to surrender herself completely, the final union was inevitable.

 

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Preetha gently but firmly held him and pushed him off, avoiding eye contact. Salim sat between her long thick legs, bewildered, his penis standing in complete attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip. With her eyes closed Preetha opened her legs wide and with her right hand spread the opening of her vagina. She was embarrassed yet passion had completely taken over her. She couldn’t believe she was going to do it with a boy less than half her age but there was no turning back from there. Her breathing had become heavy. ‘I need you inside me baby…’ she gasped out ‘Put it inside me’ she moaned. 
Salim was now on the threshold of something that would change his life forever, he was going to lose his virginity and that too to a woman people can only dream about. What did he do to deserve so much? He wondered, did God give him an entire childhood spent in misery only to reward him with this moment, where his every wish had been fulfilled? He stared at Preetha, her head propped up with a few pillows, her beautiful face glowing, eyes closed, mouth open, lips trembling with expectation – her Goddess like size and stature now helpless with longing and desire, the pinkish inside of her vagina now pulsating and oozing with her female juices calling at him with desperation, she looked like an impossible dream somehow made possible. 
‘Please…I cannot take it any longer…’ Preetha almost begged, ‘Enter me and fulfill me as a woman baby…’ she cried. 
Salim crawled on her hesitantly, his lower abdomen nestled between her massive and long things which were trembling. He looked at her one last time astounded by her longing and desire. His dripping penis inched towards her throbbing vagina and finally went in. Soft warm and wet flesh encircled his shaft, welcoming him as he went in deeper until he was completely inside her and could feel her pubes brushing his underbelly, tickling and making the pleasure even more intense. 
Preetha moaned loudly as her body arched uncontrollably, waves of pleasure flooding her insides. She felt almost like a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Months of celibacy had made her vaginal muscles tight again and then even being penetrated by the boy’s relatively small penis made her felt like she was in seventh heaven. The pleasure was too intense, she could feel teardrops escaping from the corner of her eyes as she moaned loudly ‘Aaaaahhh…’

 

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Preetha needed a moment to settle into this as she told Salim to stop and stay there for a while, his penis buried deep in her vagina. She savored the feel of his hot throbbing penis leaking precum inside her. ‘Just be there…be still…’ she whispered, her breathing hard and labored. Her head was swimming with the intensity of pleasure as she could feel the intimacy between them, they were now bound between the deepest most intimate bond between a man and a woman, in this case a boy in his puberty. 
Salim was still, he waited for his mother’s instruction and started at her appalled. He couldn’t believe he was giving her so much pleasure by entering her. Her face looked divine wracked with pure and intense pleasure. Her gigantic breasts were heaving up and down with her breath. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. His penis felt like it would melt inside the hot, slimy fleshy folds of her vagina, and a tingling sensation was going up and down his lower spine. 
Preetha felt the first electrifying sensation subside a bit and gained control of her limbs. She gently pulled Salim closer grabbing his small buttocks firmly as she opened her legs further giving him more maneuverability. ‘Now thrust your hips up and down just as I guide you…’ she said. Salim obeyed without a word, moving his hips with the pressure and release of his mother’s hands, and as he thrust he could feel the indescribable primordial pleasure of physical union. Flesh rubbing against hot warm flesh, male and female juices mingling inside and oozing out with each thrust like precious oil being drilled out. 
Preetha gave out a cry cum laughter of sheer pure pleasure as she could feel the thrusts inside her. 
‘Aaaahh…ah ah ha ha ha…’ it was music to Salim’s ears and he started thrusting with more gusto and energy.

 

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Before next part of Motherhood is released, here's a little something for the fans. Preetha and Salim wishes you Merry Christmas and a Happy New year. Let 2017 be a great year for Preetha and Salim's love story.

 

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Happy belated Valentine's Day. I am sorry I am not being able to post anything new for quite some time, but work is definitely going on. This is a small token. Celebrate the whole Valentine's week with Preetha and Salim. Enjoy!

 

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As it seemed, soon Salim didn’t require any guidance, he was thrusting on his own in slow rhythmic motion, all males are genetically programmed for this. Preetha relaxed, enjoying his thrusts; she was so pleased that Salim was not rushing it as it happens with over eager males. Salim was sliding in and out gently, his penis coated thickly with her pussy slime blending with his precum. The pleasure was so intense that they were at loss of words. Preetha caressed his head with both her hands to express her love which intensified Salim’s bliss. 
For untold time Salim went on lunging in and out her thick hairy pussy, a warm toasty silence permeated in the dimly lit room interrupted only by the patter of rains on the bay window, moist sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, labored breathing and occasional moans. The heat of sex challenged the air condition as a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on both Preetha and Salim’s skin. Salim wrapped his arms around her soft belly and rubbed his face on the sweaty valley of her breasts kissing sporadically, tasting the salty perspiration and smelling the scent of his mother. He looked up at her, Preetha was zoned out, she was lost in a cocoon of pleasure and comfort, her left arm wrapped around her head exposing her hirsute armpit. Salim could see a droplet of sweat rolling down the fleshy inside of her arm and getting lost in the bushy growth, it seemed vapor was rising from her armpit. ‘Mommy is so warm…she must be even hotter over there,’ Salim thought and imagined the drop of sweat vaporizing by the heat of her hairy armpit. 
Preetha’s eyes were closed, she couldn’t notice Salim staring at her, marveling at her beauty. There was a beatific smile on her face, her plump lips parted occasionally to release a warm sigh or a low dulcet moan. As Salim watched it seemed the mole at the corner of her lower lip was glowing. He wanted so much to kiss that mouth, suck on those strawberry lips, inhale her breath and ravish that little mole with his tongue and teeth, but for that he would have to slide up. Due to his slight stature his head could only reach up till the valley of her breasts while his penis was inserted in her vagina and he couldn’t for the love of God think about taking it out. The pleasure was too much to even interrupt for a second and more than that the pleasure he was giving his mother made him too proud to stop. The look on her face was too precious. 
Preetha was feeling like drowning in pleasure. Salim’s young cock was small, but it was hard as a rod, Preetha wondered how he could hold his erection for so long, pumping her like an automaton. His hairless crotch was so smooth and velvety of touch as it rubbed against her vagina with each thrust, Salim was diving deep, inserting himself completely inside her as if he wanted to go inside her completely and nestle in her womb. It was such a comforting thought as she imagined him inside her belly, cuddled safely in her body. 
‘Mommy…mommy…’ Salim’s eager whispers broke the silence he sounded desperate. 
‘Mmm…’ Preetha responded, her eyes still closed, arm wrapped around her head, enjoying his thrusts. 
Mommy…why does it feel so good?’ Salim asked innocently yet fervidly. 
Preetha sighed and giggled a little, she spoke between thrusts, gasps of breath and moans. 
‘B…because I am a girl and you are a boy, this is how God made us…ssss…ahhh…this is his greatest gift to us. If we are young…if we are healthy and in love….uhhh…yeah yeah… right there….ssss… 
‘If we are in love then what Mommy?…’ Salim asked eagerly thrusting right where Preetha instructed. 
‘Then this is all that we need to be happy baby….ah…ahhh…our bodies are all that we need. The body of a girl and a body of a boy….ssss…ufff….deeply in love, melting in each other…ahhh…’ 
Preetha’s words rang sublime in Salim’s ears as he continued thrusting, in and out…in and out…increasing his pace. 
‘I love you Mommy…I love you…I love you so much…’ Salim muttered relentlessly as he pumped Preetha like a piston. 
‘Yesss…baby…love is all that we need…love me more….I need your love…Ahhhh…’ Preetha arched her neck back, her pleasure intensifying with the increase of Salim’s pace. 
Looking at the intensity of her face, Salim squinted his eyes and bit on his lower lip hard, trying to subdue the urge to cum. The expression on her face was enough to get him lose control but he will not lose himself, he will not become spent and cease his mother’s pleasure. He will have to go on gratifying her, this is his humble effort to express his gratefulness to her. He was becoming exhausted but there was no stopping him until he satisfies her completely.

 

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Suddenly there was a crack of thunder outside and Salim looked through the bay window startled. The lightning illuminated a sky dark and roilling with mountainous clouds. The large skyscrapers of South City Complex looked petrified by the roar of nature, haze of incessant rain making them look blurry. 
For a brief moment Salim’s mind floated elsewhere, he wondered about the turn of fate. Right now he should have been huddling under some shed like a wet dog, shivering, trying desperately to protect himself from the tumultuous weather with a torn sheet of plastic or tarpaulin, his belly knotted with hunger and fear, desperation of survival overcoming his faculties. Instead, he was inside this plush, luxurious apartment, in this warm, dimly lit master bedroom, on a plushy mattress and milk white sheets, his body completely naked and in embrace of the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. Her large, soft, naked frame glistening with a sheen of sweat, her massive sweat slick chest heaving up and down with passion, and her long, thick powerful thighs wrapped around his waist protectively as he is buried deep in her warmth. Instead of rain dampening the rotting garbage on the street he could smell the divine scent of this Goddess’s warm running juices, her perspiration, the aroma of her long flooding tresses and her musky breath. Was it for real? Instead of cold, hard and wet pavement his body was rested on the tepid moist, fleshy softness of glorious femininity. Is he dreaming only to wake up to the cold hard truth of his miserable life? 
Preetha was fazed by Salim’s paused. ‘What happened?’ she asked her voice a bit shaky being disconcerted and with anticipation of the continuation of copulation. 
Salim looked back at her, a small frown on her brow, her beautiful eyes half closed with passion, her lips trembling with ardor. She looked divine in her momentary discontentment. Salim felt a surge of tremendous fervor inside him, he wanted to make sure she was real and not an elusive dream. He could feel her warmth around his loins, his penis stewing inside her hot sopping vagina, drilling out her girl gravy and drenching the sheets but still he was not assured, not satisfied. He needed her smell, he needed her stench, her personal private emanation which will assure him of her being. 
Salim twisted his body in an angle and grabbed Preetha aggressively, he slipped his small left hand inside the fleshy folds of Preetha’s right armpit, feeling the roughness of her undergrowth, while with the other hand he pulled up Preetha’s left arm, exposing her armpit completely, her thick soft bush was sticky with sweat and Salim buried his face in the warm fuzz. 
‘Ahhh…what are you doing?’ Preetha gasped out. She was startled and felt ticklish, but she obliged him, she realized Salim had become obsessed with her body odor and all he wanted was her private smells. It was natural; all males, especially young boys are sensitive to female pheromones and that special private smell is all they need to get excited. Salim rubbed his face in the fleshy folds of her underarm, sniffing vigorously her pheromone rich fur, his lips brushing against them, occasionally puckering and planting hungry kisses. Salim inhaled her damp pungency like much needed oxygen, whimpering and cooing. He felt he could die happy like this, his penis buried in his mother’s vagina and face nestled in her hot moist underarm.

 

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Preetha however was getting impatient by this sudden pause, she could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing and rearing towards another climax, she wanted another culmination, another orgasm, this time by the working of his penis instead of his mouth, it has been so long she had a penis inside her, and in spite of the smaller size of his boy-cock she felt she was having sex for the first time, it was so intense. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled his face up from her armpit. He had enough, now it was time to get her off. Salim was not at all offended by his mother’s momentary harshness, he looked at her face smiling, her eyes closed, lips pursed, intensity of the expectation of final release set in. He clutched her other hand, applying a little pressure, assuring her that he was there to take her to the peak. 
Salim got back to his thrusting, now more vigorously than ever, pumping in and out, his small hips clenching with each thrust as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside his new mother. Droplets of sweat rolled down is neck, his teeth grinding into a grimace. 
Preetha bit on her well manicured fingernail, enjoying the strength and determination the little boy put in to pleasuring his large statured voluptuous mother. He was almost half her size, but he made up with his energy and perseverance. Salim grabbed on her boob, squeezing it with the rhythm of each thrust, little pearls of milk squeezed out of the nipples and smeared his hand. Salim was hitting a certain spot in this position which turned Preetha on even more. 
‘Baby…’ she gasped between her heavy breathing ‘ Yes…do it like this hit that corner, cross over on my thigh.’ She instructed. She had never given any instructions to her ex husband ever in her life, in sex it was more about his pleasure than her. He used to thump and pound to his satisfaction and then spend himself inside her. Even though she had certain demands, specific ways which could increase her pleasure she never uttered them to him. There was always a certain restraint, an uneasiness which stopped her to express herself completely and Ayan never cared as well. To him it was his pleasure first. But Salim, this boy…she could open herself completely to him, reveal every secret of her body, concede every little minute detail of the nook and corners of a woman’s thrill zones which are unknown to most men. 
Salim obediently followed her instruction and straddled her left thigh, now entering her from an angle which hit that certain cluster of nerves in her insides which sent shockwaves through her body.