A beloved son as perfect husband-3

In his second year at college, Ravi was already making money as a freelance programmer and my youngest daughter Sudha was in her final year at medical school. The only thing that really bothered me was the lack of sexual satisfaction. My husband usually came home tired and listless after a long day’s work. Even when he occasionally mounted me, he finished quickly before rolling off to sleep.

I found myself using my fingers more and more often to relieve my sexual urges. I knew it was a poor substitute for some good, strong fucking from a virile man, but my position in society prevented me from having an extra-marital affair.

Unsafe sex with a man I didn’t know well was a big risk, both for my health and my professional reputation as one of the city’s top pediatricians. But seeing Ravi’s performance in bed had changed everything.

I see no point in denying myself the enormous pleasure my well-hung son is giving his sister. It’s so good to know he will enjoy taking care of his mother’s needs too, I thought, aroused and excited as I fingered myself.