But then the sheer lustful pleasure of what she was doing to my penis overtook everything else, and I knew I was going to cum again. I tried to warn her, to pull back and away.
"I'm cumming mumma" I groaned, assuming she would lift her head and stop.
But she didn't.
Instead her head pushed further down taking me deeper into her mouth, and at the same time she sucked harder and rougher holding me tighter at the base of my penis. Her grip on the base of my penis got tighter and the penis was engorged as though it was wrapped in a thin sheet of film.
The blood gushing into my penis was making my dark penis look red like a beetroot. Her warm mouth working on it was hell bent on showing her innate talents. Every second now looked painful as her mouth wrapped my penis. Her bobbing head and choking hands were working their magic on my member. Sheer pleasure was erupting within me, stopped at the base of my penis by her lovely and skill-full hands.
She knew what she was doing, she knew what I was going through, she knew I was enjoying it immensely, but it was a bit painful. She kept sucking the head of the penis, which was now beet red.
All the while taking a strangle hold at the base, at the same time she was caressing my swollen ball sack with the other hand.
I could now feel my sperms lodged in my balls and pushing itself through my delicate pipes. I could feel my pipes bulging with the gush and blockage at the base. The pleasure of her lips and tongue was now writhing me like a snake. My legs lay open and toes clenched. My hips lifted off the bed and my shoulders took my entire weight including her head.
Both my hands holding her head and keeping them grounded at the job in her hands. Words were depriving me. The thought that this is Seethamma who is tugging at my penis, was tearing my conscience apart. She lifted her head for a moment to look at me struggling. That said it all.
My right hand moved in to feel her left boob and my left hand over her head was keeping her to keep going until the blast and NOT STOP!
I could feel my every single hair stand upright with pleasure and my nipples growing harder than my penis. She had now driven me to the pinnacle of pleasure.
I groaned openly "Seethamma, I can't take this anymore."
I moaned and kept repeating the words "Go on Seethamma." "Please keeping going on Seethamma."
With a moan of infinite pleasure, I thrust my bottom upwards. Sensing the tightness in my groin and the shaft above, tearing up the strangle hold of Seethamma and trying to explode. My semen was boiling up looking for an escape path to vent its furious.
Seethamma lets her hand-hold loose, but kept on sucking my painfully engorged penis. It has enlarged so much that it looked like a purplish-red bloated sausage, held inside a thin layer of skin.
I felt as though another suck will split it open. It was that delicate. But the pleasure tingled through my whole body mesmerising every bit of my existence. Her consuming eyes see the pleasurable torture I was undergoing and I ejaculate in full force.
I could feel the load of my semen gush from my testicles through the urethra and the pressure with which it was spurting into the warmth of Seethamma's mouth. Suddenly, Seethamma moves away. to take a look at my throbbing penis shoot out. Stream after stream, gush after gush. It kept coming. Never like it was any time before when I masturbated.
It seemed like my throbbing penis, spurt gallons of my sperms. I could feel them slowly running through my pipes and the entire length of my erect penis even when I was done with the spurts. She kept looking at my throbbing penis shoot out every drop of my semen. Softly coaxing my penis base and the ball sack to spew everything it had. My volcano was dying out slowly as she was squeezing the last few drops in the pipes. But my stiffness was still upright.
She then lifted her head, looked and smiled at me. Emphatically, I think! There was quietness all around. Dare I speak a word! but neither did she!
I watched in awe as this lady now was not the same as the one who started sucking on my penis a while before. She now looked more beautiful, sweaty face, dislodged hair, a few sexy strands sticking in the wetness of her face and neck, but her bindi was still in its place between those lovely threaded eye brows.
Never have I seen her so gorgeous, so wanting, so much being mine. My fascination for her was now growing exponentially. She vivaciously wiped her mouth with her right palm and gave me a look of satisfaction on a job done well. I was stunned, shocked even, as I watched her showing no signs of shyness. She was comfortable with the situation. As I now noticed globs of my semen on her neck and breasts.
I think that was my first real lesson of what it was like to be with a mature sexually liberated woman.
After rubbing her face clean with my T-shirt. Seethamma took my hand and pulled me up out of bed.
"This bed is too small," she said softly.
Then she led me across the hall to her bedroom on the third floor.
Mesmerising as we walked in a lone house. Me naked from my waist and she was topless. My penis still erect, and wagging and tapping up on my stomach. Her bulbous boobs gently juggling to her graceful swaying of her hips.
The stairs we took to reach her bedroom were in fact holy to me. Every step we took was holy to me, like the Sapthapadi (the Seven Holy steps taken by a bride and her groom).
Every step! the house seemed prepared for the night and felt warm and cosy. There was no element of fear. It seemed so natural that I felt, it was deserving of us to get what we both wanted. Liberated, from our inhibitions, from our strangles of the society, the personal prisons of morality.
She turned to look at me, while she walked. My hand held in her hand. She looked at it as I held it tighter in passion. A smile escaped her lips. We walked up.
On reaching her room, she instructed me to lock the doors! which I did!! while she went on to put the bed lights on. There was a moment of silence as she sat on her bed and gazed at me standing in her room partially naked. My penis now reacting to the very surroundings and her warmth.
She got up from her bed and walked close to me, like a gentle and graceful elephant. She took every step slow and steady. Four feet to cover looked like it took ages. Her naked boobs gently swayed like temple bells.
Once near me, she quietly hugged me. 5 feet and 7 inches tall she could embed her face into my neck.
Her hot body compelled me to hug her and caress her naked back. I took her face in both my hands like an offering. My fingers covered her chubby cheeks and my thumbs were lining up with her luscious lips. I couldn't bear, I bent down on her lovely lips and took them into mine. We closed our eyes to eternity.
The silence and pleasure which entailed then seemed like eternity. The warm wetness and the wriggling tongues had started to write a new story.
Seethamma suddenly broke the kiss and started to strip me naked. She seemed to be in some kind of hurry or may be the agony of sexual intercourse was getting the better of her.
She hurriedly got my shirt off and stared at my complete nakedness. Guess, she took pleasure in my nakedness. I had a good sculpted body; my shoulder traps and deltoids would entice even teenagers. She placed her hands on my chest and ran her fingers over my body. "I see, all the work-out has paid out" she sighed.
Then she stepped back and slipped off her petticoat (pavadai), her panties stayed put. We looked admiringly at each other's bodies for a moment. Her breasts hung slightly but not enough to be sagged. Likewise, her tummy was rounded but not fat.
To me, seeing her this way, was my fantasy come true.
She was attractive, exciting, damn sexy, and in my opinion, she was also full and filled in a blessed way.
"Idhai aviru," (Get if off) she whispered (Indicating at her panties), "Unakku venumanna." (If you want to) saying so she smiled at me with a cute, vicious come-hither smile that I'd never seen before.
She stood there in anticipation, I knelt down and slowly and carefully peeled her panties from her waist and rolled it over the fullness of her hips. I was surprised to realise that I was peeling off a more romantic, transparent, embroidered and laced pantie, she usually wore flowered cotton full briefs of size 7. I peeled them softly from their embrace of her silky skin.
It was now free fall of her panties, but my eyes stayed stuck. As I pulled them all the way down, she stepped out. my face now level with her vagina. It was covered in lightly coloured hair, and gave off a strange and an attractive scent.
Unconsciously, I leaned forward to kiss it, or rather was attracted to it like a bee to a flower. I hugged her full-blown arse and started to kiss her ripe and plump womanhood.
