Know how one month of separation from son turned into sex

## The Month of Separation Turned Into a Month of Intimacy

My name is Urmila. I am a young mother, 38 years old. My marriage happened early, and so did my child. After my husband’s death, my son became my only solace. We live in a grand mansion, full of grandeur. I ensured my son received the best education by keeping him close to me. After his twelfth grade, he had to move to another city for college. I never felt truly alone until now. A month without him feels like an eternity. The vast mansion is empty except for the gardener and a servant who leaves in the evening.

Yesterday was a day I’ll never forget. My son didn’t tell me he was coming. I thought he would arrive around Diwali, but his college gave him a week-long break earlier than expected. He skipped a class and came without informing me. He arrived at around 10 pm due to train delays. I had already finished dinner and was about to lock the gate when I saw him outside. Overwhelmed with joy, I rushed to embrace my son tightly. “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” I exclaimed. “I would have sent a car.” He replied, “Mom, I wanted to surprise you.”

That night, I had worn a thin nightgown, without a bra or panties. My nipples and clitoris were clearly visible. My hair was loose, and my face glowed from the facial I had done that day. When he entered, my son started crying and hugged me again. I held him close to my chest, caressing his back and whispering words of comfort. Motherly instincts took over. But as they say, when a son grows up, even a mother needs to think twice before embracing him like this.

I was lost in the moment, consumed by motherhood and my own body. The thin clothes I wore that day didn’t help either. In such attire, any man, regardless of his relationship with the woman, would be tempted. And that’s exactly what happened. “Come,” I said, “Let’s wash your hands and feet. I’ll get you something to eat.” He refused, saying he had already eaten on the train and wasn’t hungry.

He changed into his pajamas, and it was time for bed. “Shall I make your bed?” I asked. “No,” he replied, “I want to sleep with my mother tonight. I’m only here for a week.” I couldn’t refuse him. “Alright,” I said, “Let me change first.” He held my hand and said, “No, you look beautiful just like this. You look hot.”

“How can you say that to your mother?” I protested. He responded, “Imagine if I said this to a girl, she would be flattered, maybe even agree to spend the night with me and then ask me to marry her and leave her mother behind. What do you think?”

His words frightened me. My only support was my son, and if he truly felt this way, what would become of me? I felt like I would die. “Shame on you,” I said, “You talk about such things without any shame! Your mother risked her life for you!” I hugged him tightly, but now my mind had changed. I wanted to keep my son close, even if it meant sacrificing everything else.

He held me closer and kissed my neck. His intentions were not pure. He pressed his lips against mine, and I lowered my head. He lifted my face and kissed me again, gently at first, then more passionately. His desire grew stronger as he sucked on my lips, his hands exploring my body.

I pulled away, turning to the side. He grabbed me from behind, placing his hands on my breasts and biting my neck. My vagina pressed against his erect penis. I turned again, meeting his gaze and kissing him back.

He stroked my thighs, running his hands up my back. I held his face in my hands, pulling him closer for a deep kiss. Then, he pulled down my nightgown, and we both fell onto the bed. He immediately slid between my legs, staring at my pussy with lust. His fingers started to penetrate me, causing me to moan. He moved up, licking my nipples, his wildness growing. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, bringing him closer to the edge.

“Mom,” he gasped, “I will never leave you. I can live a life without marriage, just as long as I have you.” He then lowered himself, inserting his penis into my wet vagina with ease. He started thrusting hard, and I moaned with each push. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion.

The friction between our bodies created a symphony of moans and groans. We were both drenched in sweat, as this was the first time I had been intimate in years. Despite his youth, he was incredibly skilled.

I climbed on top of him, rubbing my pussy against his mouth until he gasped for air. Then, I moved down, taking him deep inside me again, riding him with passion. Sometimes I would stand up, sometimes kneel, sometimes lie down. We spent the entire night lost in each other’s arms, fulfilling our desires.

Perhaps this is the end of my loneliness. Who knows what the future holds? What will we call this relationship? I don’t know yet. But one thing is for sure, I will share everything with you on Porny story dot com.