Motherhood - A Tale of Love Ch. 02

Salim kept on jerking off awkwardly until he gave up...even being highly excited by this position where he was straddling on the softness this huge beautiful woman, witnessing her ecstasy, he couldn't feel that surge inside his urethra. 'Mommy...Mommy...' he cried out in desperation 'I...it's not coming out!' He exclaimed. Preetha looked at him quizzically 'What happened? Just do it the way I did to you...its simple.' She said.

'Mom, it's not feeling good like the way you did it, my hands are too rough and my pee pee is hurting.' Salim said weakly, his body screaming for release.

Preetha realized he was telling the truth, his hard life on the street had made his hands coarse and rough. Though he was a boy his hands had been rendered calloused and hard like a construction worker from living in the streets. A rush of sympathy and love swept over Preetha as she smiled at him affectionately. Salim took this liberty to hold her wrist and guiding her hand to his cock. He whimpered with pleasure as his foreskin touched the silky smoothness of her palm. Preetha delayed her grip a little, teasing him a bit as he rubbed his penis on her palm, her hand was so soft that it didn't even need lubrication, although Salim was leaking pre-cum aplenty.

'Mommy...please...please hold it like you did before.' He pleaded squealing and preetha encircled his throbbing penis with her long delicate fingers. His cock now firmly enwrapped in her hand Preetha started stroking. Salim moaned with pleasure 'Oh my God Mommy it feels so good...you hand is so soft and warm, and the way you are doing it...its perfect...ah...ah...'

Preetha had now milked the boy three times so far and she knew exactly the pace and pressure required to throw him off the edge. She stared at him, making eye contact, he looked so cute shivering as she worked on his rock hard penis, the way he was looking at her with half squinted eyes, closing them often with the overwhelming ecstasy, the shaft felt smooth and sticky in her hand. His hand was still holding her wrist afraid that she will let go. Finally his thighs started shaking uncontrollably, squeezing her waist, Preetha felt his glans stiffening and finally released in quick rapid convulsions. Salim Came.

His semen came out in thick hot spurts, splashing first on the lower half of her face, startling her with the force and then on her neck and breasts, splattering them with semi white sperm and clear juices, and then on her belly. He had come in quarts, screaming all the way. Preetha couldn't believe the amount of semen he released. He covered most of her upper body with his slime. 'God...so much cum!' Preetha exasperated. Salim had finally released the pent up love that was growing and growing inside him for the past three hours as they enjoyed each other's body almost relentlessly.

His chest bellowing with exertion, a thin sheen of perspiration glistening all over his smooth body Salim collapsed back on his mother's legs as Preetha held on to his hands firmly. She was not going to let him touch himself, not immediately after she released him. One hand wrapped around his wrists, she used her right hand to milk out the last droplets of his boy juices which rolled down inside her crotch. Her face was smeared with Salim's cum and Preetha licked her lips, tasting his semen. It had a raw pungent taste unlike the saltiness of an adult's semen. She liked it and gulped down a little as Salim reclined shivering and panting on her huge fleshy thighs.

With the aftershock of ecstasy subsiding Salim finally pulled himself up and looked at Preetha who was still relaxing as he sat on her, her whole upper body and face splattered with his cum, which was now losing its thickness and rolling down her skin all over. 'Oh my God Mommy...there's so much!' Salim exclaimed, he held his cock and looked at it, 'I never knew so much can come out of it...this white stuff!'

Preetha laughed indulgently 'Ha ha ha...it's because you have been storing it up for so long. The longer you delay the more it piles up in those balls of yours. I don't know how you could hold back for so long, will you tell me?'

'It's nothing mom...' Salim grinned shyly, lowering his gaze from his mother's wet face 'I just wanted to prolong your pleasure, you were feeling so good. I knew if I released I won't be able to continue and all I wanted was to see you release more of that honey from your love pot. You look so lovely when you do that, and I love the smell that comes out when you spill over.'

'I love your smell too baby...see how I am smelling all over...your cum has a strong scent.' Preetha said lovingly. 'Now since you have made all this mess on Mommy who will clean it up?' Preetha spoke with mock authoritativeness. Salim's face lit up, 'I will clean you Mommy, I need some cloth...there's too much of it.' He quipped. Preetha pointed at her open wardrobe there were a few pieces of clean towels. Salim quickly picked one of them up and gently, very gently dabbed it on her skin, wiping the liquefying semen off her body. Preetha felt absolutely serene, enjoying Salim pampering her. She knew with the excuse of cleaning he was also feeling her up, his hands working on her soft skin and flesh and she allowed him with lenience. She just imagined how wonderful he must be feeling, his happiness knowing no bounds serving his Goddess Mother, the most beautiful woman he ever saw in life and she bestowing upon him the blessing of physical union and intimacy. It was 2:30 in the morning, the sky was still roaring as there will be no end to this storm. Preetha and Salim both felt exhaustion setting in. They have been constantly loving each other from the afternoon, time flew by as there was no tomorrow. Their insatiable love and eager exploration of each other's bodies were burning down to a warm glow now. Both of them wanted to just calm down, be in each other's embrace and rest for the night. With physical hunger satiated they melted down in a deep pool of intimate bonding in the spiritual level.

'Mom, can I hold you from behind, it will feel good...' Salim asked, Preetha smiled at him complaisantly, she knew he wanted to hold her like a man holds a woman despite being half her size, it gives him a sense of deep bonding and possession for his woman. It was okay for Preetha, she could give in to him, make him feel secure and let him know she belonged to him from now on.

Salim scampered back and held her tightly from behind, his arms encircling her soft belly. They stayed like that without uttering a word; Preetha lost in her thoughts while Salim held her lovingly, the placidness interrupted rarely as Salim breathed in the scent of her hair, the drying perspiration on her shoulder and nape of neck, brushing his lips occasionally on her smooth skin with utmost tenderness. Preetha had never been loved with such delicacy, she felt as if Salim yearned to melt inside her body, the way he held on her, clung on to her. Though he was just a boy, lean to the point of malnourishment and half her size, the protectiveness and warmth his arms and touch offered, Preetha had never felt the same with Ayan ever.

Preetha slid down looking up at Salim whose gentle hands trailed through her hair, She was now lying on his lap. Those thin bony legs gave her more comfort than anything. 'Baby, can I rest on your lap for a while please?' She asked him softly as Salim smiled at her cozily. Of course Mommy, let me massage your head, you will feel relaxed. I will be very gentle I promise.' He said. 'I know you will baby...' Preetha muttered as her mind trailed off, she reflected on what had happened today, it was so abrupt, unforeseen, all of a sudden. Several hours ago she was crying alone, a lone woman who had all the material comforts money can buy and yet so stricken by sadness and solitude. Her loss tore through her throwing her in an abyss of depression, and now there she was feeling completely fulfilled and satiated both physically and emotionally. She had entangled herself in a bond that came out of nowhere, a strange bond unlike any she had ever heard of or seen, but a bond strong enough to look at her life from a wholly different perspective. It happened like it had to happen, she was destined to meet Salim and Salim was destined to find love and shelter from her. The relationship that they were thrown into could not be described in conventional terms, the love and compassion they felt for each other was that of a mother of son, the physical gratification they found in each other was like eternal lovers and the care and understanding they shared was of two kindred souls bound in a covenant of supporting each other. Despite the gap between their age and social status, it didn't feel wrong at all. She felt finally everything was alright.

'Mommy, what are you thinking?' Salim asked softly, his fingers trailing within her cascading tresses, looking deep into her large dark eyes which were lost in the distance. Preetha looked up at him, interlocked her fingers into his and raised the other hand to caress his hair; she wanted to make sure that this was real. 'Nothing Baby...' She said. 'But you look so sad all of a sudden Mommy, did I do something wrong?' Salim asked with quivering voice. 'No, not at all baby, come, kiss me.' Preetha nudged his head down gently inviting him. Salim wrapped his arm around her, caressing her temple and gently brushed his lips on her cheek, this time it was not a sloppy kiss, it was gentle and warm as Preetha sighed and whimpered. Her eyes welled up and droplets of tears rolled down her face.

Looking at her tears Salim couldn't contain his own tears as well, he wept silently, comforting her as much as he could. 'Mommy...please don't cry,' He said in a half choked voice, 'I am here, I will take all your pains away. I see that you are sad and alone, there's no one here to take care of you. I promise I will take care of you in every way possible; you don't have to worry about anything. I told you all about me; please tell me about yourself, I can't bear your pain. Tell me everything Mommy; God brought us together for a reason and I swear I will do anything I can to ease your sadness. Tell me Mommy...'

Salim's words made Preetha cry even more, he was so gentle, his voice dripped with love and compassion. She held on to him tightly, sobbing, as he comforted her. It was as if the roles have reversed, he was the caring elder, while she wept like a lost girl.

As the barrage of tears slowly subsided, reduced to occasional sniffles, Salim kept on looking at her with those large doe eyes, asking her in silence. Preetha rested for a while, her chest heaving up and down with the release of emotions as he caressed her head, arms and neck with the gentleness of a caregiver. Preetha wanted to speak, but she felt too spent.

She finally shifted and asked Salim to fetch her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the side table. From his expression it was evident that he was not in favor of her smoking but it was still not his place to ask her otherwise, he obeyed her silently as Preetha lied down and put a cigarette between her lips, she was still feeling so lost, Salim rubbed her shoulder to reassure her of his presence and love. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag, releasing a thick blue stream of smoke as it relaxed her nerves.

'I have a loving mom and dad, I was raised like a middle class sheltered and pampered girl, the only child of my parents. I grew up not exactly in lavishness but all my needs were taken care of. I led a very happy life, and I was so proud of myself, being intelligent and exceptionally beautiful, we had everything, but my parents wanted more for me. They wanted me to get married to wealth and opulence...and that was the beginning of my woes...' Preetha began her story, she told him everything, her marriage, her dreams and how they were shattered by the Mullicks as they robbed her off her child, how her parents cowered off in front of their influence and abandoned her, how she finally found the strength to fight back and shifted to this apartment on her own and was spending her life like a marooned sailor within these walls.

Preetha took a few final drags from her cigarette and snubbed it in the ashtray. Salim held on to her, 'You will never be lonely Mommy, if you allow me in your life I will always be with you. I will always be by your side; I will never let you feel sad ever again.' He promised. Preetha turned at him, trailing her long fingers on his arms affectionately, 'I know you will, and that's why I will never let you go off. Today I have made you an inseparable part of my life. We have become Mother and Son, but our relation is not limited to that, we are lovers as well. You are my little boyfriend; a boyfriend who will stay with me no matter what.'

Preetha's words brought immense joy in Salim's heart, he felt a warm knot of happiness and excitement deep in his belly. He crawled up to Preetha resting his head and arms on her broad fleshy chest, her breasts felt like inflating and deflating pillows with her breathing. He looked at her endearingly as she played with his hair. 'Really Mommy? I think I am the most fortunate man to have a beautiful girlfriend like you.' He said. Preetha chuckled, 'You are not yet a man, but you proved yourself to be better than any man I ever met in my life. Who knows, maybe one day I will make you my husband as well.'

'Oh God, Mommy...I want to be your husband, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life, you will be mine and mine alone.' Salim murmured amorously hugging her breast tight, kneading his face and neck on the soft mound as if he wanted their flesh to melt into each other. Preetha felt unimaginable bliss feeling his tiny warm body rubbing on to her rapturously. She felt the familiar drowsiness now setting heavily, the past tumultuous hours had sapped her both physically and emotionally, her body was slowly shutting down, surrendering to somnolence.

Looking at Preetha dozing off peacefully Salim felt a rush of immense love, he wanted to comfort her to sleep, maybe even sing a lullaby, he felt so protective about her although being a mere street urchin, a boy half her size and age. He had very little power but all he had was the fierce righteous will to shield this beautiful goddess of a woman from the woes of the world. With the heat of their physical union now wearing off the room felt a little chill from the air conditioner. Salim pulled up the sheet to cover her bare body. Comforted by the folds of the sheet and Salim's warm skin Preetha snuggled on to him, and both of them drifted into deep slumber. The storm had calmed down outside, but rain fell in a steady patter, drenching the city, satiating the thirst of earth as well as providing peace and tranquility to a woman and a boy who slept naked clinging on to each other inside the opulence of a lavish bedroom in the sleeping metropolis of Kolkata.

It was seven in the morning; a drenched Kolkata woke to cloudy skies and cool breeze blowing like a lover's caress. The storm had stopped, but it left the streets water logged, and a light drizzle fell incessantly. It was a morning where no one was in hurry, the shops were closed, daily commuters couldn't leave and stayed back in their domicile, the busy city was sleeping late.

The dull white light of the cloudy sky crept inside the cozy bedroom where woman and boy, mother and son spooned on the bed, safely and warmly tucked inside the sheets, deep slumber slowly waning away with the morning light. Salim opened his eyes, looking through the bay window at the dim sky, it was a morning which didn't coax people to get on with their everyday lives, in fact it was a morning which encouraged hundreds of other young couples all across the city to lay back leisurely, enjoying each other's company and making love. Among all these couples perhaps the most unique couple was the one inside the bedroom of the apartment of the fifth floor of a posh Golf Green residency. On the large king size bed was lying an extremely beautiful woman, large of stature, ripe of age, blessed with the wealth of physical bounty and a young boy in his late teens, small in frame and stature in passionate embrace. When men and women spoon, it is usually the man who is larger in size holding the woman from behind, giving her a sense of protection and safety where she can nestle warmly, but in this case the role was reversed, but the feeling had the same intensity nevertheless. Salim's head was resting on Preetha's broad fleshy arm, while the other one wrapped around him as she slept.

Salim actually thought he would be waking up on the pavement, or below the shed of the tea stall where he worked, the previous night was a fervid dream he had as he was probably suffering from a fever being beaten up and wet from the tumultuous storm that ripped through the city; but no, he could still feel her soft warmth as she enveloped him with her body, he could feel her breath in his hair. This was not a dream; he was still in care and company of his goddess. A surge of bliss and glee shivered his body, he turned, he needed to see the divine face of his new mother. He put his hand on her soft cheek and nudged her sleeping face more towards him, Preetha's sleep was wearing off as he started planting tender kisses on the corner of her lips, her chin, the nook of her nose. Preetha parted her lips and sighed, enjoying this languid and sweet wake up call. Salim caught a whiff of her breath.

Her morning breath was not exactly pleasant, she had been smoking and drinking last night and had Chinese food rich in garlic, but the unpleasant odor was mixed with the very intrinsic and intimate smell of her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, her saliva; that personal scent of hers which Salim craved for. He was drawn to her breath like a deer drawn to the musk of a doe. Salim was inhaling her breath like it was oxygen for him.

Her head still drowsy with sleep Preetha noticed what Salim was doing and was embarrassed, she closed her lips, but Salim grabbed her face desperately, squeezing her soft cheeks, almost forcing her to open her mouth, though being as much gentle as possible. 'Please Mommy, open your mouth...open it please...breathe on me!' he pleaded. Preetha knew her breath was bad, she had not even woken up properly, what is it that was drawing this boy? Does he love everything about her? The smell which we otherwise consider unpleasant was appealing to him...why? Was this a testament of the intimacy he felt for her? She remembered how Ayan always abhorred having sex right after waking up, although that was the time she felt horniest. He always insisted to brush first and then get back to bed, but it never had the same charm as the immediacy of waking up and getting intimate, never that affectionate that you enjoy everything about your lover, even in their most unromanticized state. 'Please Mommy...please...' Salim pleaded again, urging her to open her mouth. Preetha indulged him.

She parted her lips and let out a warm musty gust of breath which Salim inhaled in hungrily. 'Mmmhhh...more Mommy...more...' he requested. Preetha had kept her eyes closed, she felt too embarrassed doing this crazy thing but Salim was incorrigible. Preetha placated his craving, she was breathing freely now, hot smelly gusts brushing Salim's face as an expression of satisfaction and bliss radiated on him.

Preetha opened her eyes a little, feeling shy as she could see Salim staring at her resting on her arm, expecting her parted mouth to exhale on his face. 'I am sorry baby...my breath is foul...I was smoking and drinking last night...' she said apologetically. Salim sighed and told her 'its okay Mommy...nothing about you can be foul. It is you, your breath, your smell; that's all it matters to me and I love it. I want to experience and savor everything that's you...your smell, your taste, your touch...everything that makes me feel that you are real and this is not a dream I am having.' Preetha realized no love can be truer or more intimate than what the boy felt for her. He cherished her being, every part of her unconditionally.