One day, when no one was at home, I was cooking in the kitchen. My son came from behind and hugged me. His right hand went into my saree directly over my pussy. He began to pinch my clit and rub it hard with his palm. His rough palm is making my pussy warm.

His left hand was over my left boob. I stopped wearing undergarments as ordered by my son. My nipples were hard, and he pinched them too. I moaned loudly, and my right hand reached for his dick. As I touched his thighs, I understood he was not wearing anything and was nude.