A beloved son as perfect husband-4

Complying with my son’s suggestion readily, I was thrilled and gratified to see how imaginative he was at turning me on and taking me to peaks of sexual ecstasy that I had never scaled before.

“Son, your loving lips and hands feel so good on my body, I just can’t get enough,” I often told Ravi, slightly dizzy from the many orgasms he was easily able to give me as I watched something cooking in the kitchen or attended to the washing machine.

On such occasions, Ravi begins by undressing me slowly. Discarding each garment until I’m totally naked, my son worships every inch of my voluptuous body with hot, hungry kisses.

I then lean comfortably against my young stud as he continues to arouse and excite me – kissing, nibbling, caressing, and kneading every inch of my hot, hungry flesh until I go crazy with lust.

Ravi also finger-fucks my sopping, wet cunt at the same time, often rubbing my clitoris with the ribbed head of his condom covered fingers until I pant and moan in orgasmic ecstasy.

During this period, Ravi also introduced me to a variety of sex toys like dildos, ben-wah balls and other gadgets.