Hello, I am Dev from Mumbai, 25 years old. I have been an avid reader for a long time now. So I am thinking of sharing my stories with this community. Some parts of the stories are based on real-life events and some fiction. I leave it to you to decide which parts are real and which are fictional.
Please read the first part before continuing.
All through my lectures, I was distracted. There was only one thought on my mind. My conscience was all but lost. Desire to be with Ma was growing strong every second. The only I was worried about was what would happen if I go through with this? What if it goes south?
Thoughts of Ma being naked in front of my eyes were growing strong. I was not able to control my emotions. All I wished was a chance or luck to be with Ma and make love to her. And I wanted her to love me back the same way. I rushed back home after attending all the tuition and college lectures.
It was around 3 PM when I reached home. I got fresh and ate lunch. The carpenters were doing their work, and we were sitting in the hall. I could feel the tension mounting in my head. I wanted to break the silence. But my mind was clouded with the thoughts of making love with Ma.
“How is the work going, Ma?” I asked.
“Today, they just did the carpentry work. They are saying it should take two more days to finish it and one extra day for painting.”
At 4 PM, the workers started to leave. I looked after them if they cleaned everything or not.
“All day noise of their machines. I couldn’t even take proper rest. I will sleep a bit before your dad comes,” she said.
The doorbell rang, it was didi (elder sister), she came back from college. She was pursuing MBA at that time. She is by far the smartest amongst my family, and she gets her looks from Ma.
Didi went directly inside the bedroom to see how much of the work was done. Ma was resting on the sofa. At the same time, I lay down on the floor just beside the sofa.
“Sonu, will you please press my legs?” Ma asked. I was always her choice when it comes to massage. Head, legs, or sometimes back as well. She says you have a gift. I wondered if I’ll ever be able to use this gift to its full potential with her.
I sat on the floor and started massaging her legs while Ma was taking a rest. I usually massaged her feet only. I seldom get a chance to massage above her knee. While massaging, I wondered all the forces are moving in my favor. Asking me to do something about the feelings I have for Ma?
I have touched her before, but today was different for me. Today it was lust for her, lust and love. I was scared. What if Ma notices my touch? I have heard women can sense the intentions of a man by their touch. Does she know my intention? What will she do if she does?
There were questions in my head with no answer. I thought it would be safer to tread more carefully. “Sonu, press here,” she pointed at her calf. She pulled up her maxi slightly to reveal it. “Oh god,” I said to myself. She has very fair legs. Some would say it’s milky white. Long and soft with the proper amount of flesh.
She is ho. How can anyone resist such beauty? She could seduce anyone just with her legs. I considered myself lucky to be touching those beautiful legs. I wondered if there is any part of her mesmerizing body that can’t turn on a man.
I started gently rub down her calf. My heart is filled with love and lust. My hands are trying to feel her bare skin. “I think I should stop wearing heels,” she said. She is used to wearing heels for the office, 3 inches on regular days.
She loves wearing heels, and I also love watching her in them. On special occasions, she will wear 4-4.5inch.
“But you love wearing heels,” I replied. “But this pain never goes,” she said.
‘Don’t worry about the pain. I am there na, to massage your legs. Besides, I also love watching you in heels.” She gave me a look. “Shut up!” she said lovingly to stop me from flirting any further.
“Also, you only say I have a gift,” I said, somehow trying to convince her to keep wearing them. “Yea, that’s true.”
She would look gorgeous in heels. Her dominant persona comes out in office attire, and I love watching her.
“What gift?” didi asked after she came from her shower, not knowing about the conversation.
“Ma is thinking of not wearing heels anymore.”
“As if that’s going to happen. She will make you press legs but won’t stop wearing it,” Didi said.
Both Ma and Didi chuckled. I didn’t show it, but I was relieved. After some time, Didi went into the kitchen to prepare tea for us. It was time for my father to come. He is the only person in the family who is strict and quiet. It was not very hard to tell about the dull romance of my Ma and Pa.
I always wonder who misses lovemaking more, Ma or Pa. I have seen father going through some porn websites on the computer. He is not very good at clearing history. On several occasions, I have deleted it myself. Ma knew about this already. I have seen her discuss it with him. She didn’t look happy about it.
I felt little pity for Ma for not having the same pleasure as my father. Not sure if didi knew about porn sites or not. We had our tea, and I sat down to finish up my college homework. Our evening event, as usual, bit quite a bit boring.
Ma prepared for dinner while father watched the news on TV, while didi also studied. Time was passing rather slowly. There was only one thing on my mind. To be with Ma, I wanted to be near her. It was a feeling of first love how you want to spend your entire time around that person.
To be with them. To love them. To hug them and kiss them. My desire and emotions for Ma were growing strong with every moment. I rushed my homework. I knew I could only be near her at night. I was waiting for time to pass.
It’s weird how slow time gets, especially when you are waiting for something. I secured my seat beside Ma for dinner. I started to feel I am actually in love with her. I wished she felt the same. Sneakily enough, I managed to have my legs touch hers.
Even though there was enough place, I sat like the hall was crowded. I attempted to be constantly in touch with her. We finished our dinner. Didi washed the utensils while I cleaned the floor.
Even though I was not sleepy, I made the bed. “Are you sleepy?” Ma asked.
“A little bit.”
Ma sat on the floor just beside the sofa while dad lay on the sofa. My head was in reach of her hands. She played with my hair while watching her TV soap drama. Usually, I would get irritated by this and make her stop, and Ma would again keep doing that to annoy me.
But today, I said nothing. I loved how she stroked my head. It was beautiful.
“Is everything okay, Sonu?” Ma questioned, seeing that I allowed her to play with my hair. “Yes, Ma, just a bit tired.’
“Tired? What mountain did you move to?” Ma said. Her show was about to come to an end. With that, she came to the bed. I was relieved. ‘Finally!’ I said to myself. Didi wrapped up the kitchen work and joined us.
She turned off the light and switched on the night lamp, dark blue. Dark enough to make you comfortable and cozy, light enough to see the person beside you. It was almost time to sleep. Ma stood up and went to the washroom, brushed her teeth. On the way back, she removed her bra and put it in the washing machine.
I watched her while she removed it. I was wondering how it would feel to grab and squeeze it. There was some tension arising between Ma and me. She realized someone is watching her. She looked back directly at me, stared for few seconds. She then tried to avoid eye contact and went back to sleep.
Father was almost asleep. Didi was on her phone. Ma slept in the middle, like yesterday. But today, she was closer to me. As if she wanted to be. I could feel her warmth even when our bodies were not touching. Ma scolded didi to keep the phone aside and sleep.
She wished me and didi good night. She turned towards me and looked into my eyes. As if she wanted to say something, she held my left hand and slept.
As the time passed, her grip became tight. I could not sleep. I kept thinking of what’s going on in her mind and how I wanted to make love with Ma. Almost an hour passed, I kept looking at her pretty sleeping face. She looked like a baby when she slept, a cute and innocent one.
I thought of keeping my hand on her like yesterday. I moved in her direction a little, and her grip on my hand loosened. She woke up and looked at me, came closer, and kissed my forehead.
“I love you, Ma,” I murmured.
She looked at me, said nothing. I could feel she was moving closer. She whispered, “Sleep, Sonu.” She gave the tightest hug she has ever given. I hugged her tight in response. The only thing between us was our clothes. I could feel she didn’t want to leave.
We stayed like that for few minutes, and we put our arms over each other and slept. After some time, our grip loosened, Ma was not facing me anymore. She was in a sound sleep. It was almost 2.30 AM. I was only awake. My heartbeats were rising. I wanted to feel her appealing body.
I made my move. My heart skipped a beat as I moved my hands up towards her breast. I realized she didn’t have any bra on. I was scared. “What if Ma wakes up?” I was moving my hand slowly and carefully, feeling the soft, smooth skin of her belly.
The fabric of her maxi was so thin as if it’s a part of her. I could feel my fingers touching her breast. I was very much scared, but I decided to continue. It was a divine feeling as I moved my fingers over her smooth and curved breast. Her breasts were not too firm and not too saggy, just perfect as you want them to be.
My heart wanted to go wild and explore it completely. I started to get a hard-on as I touched her nipples. I was careful not to wake her up. As I touched for a while, her nipples started to get hard. I could completely feel them between my fingers. I couldn’t control myself.
I was overwhelmed with lust at this point. Movements of my hand became quicker, and I started to feel her entire breast. I cupped them with my hands, they couldn’t entirely fit in it, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. It was smooth and soft and squishy. I couldn’t believe I was squeezing Ma’s breast.
I was rock hard at this point and completely drenched in lust. I gave another squeeze, not so gentle this time. Ma moved. I was so lost in lust I didn’t realize she could wake up. Now she was facing didi, and her back was facing me. I quickly moved my hands back on her belly in fear.
I grabbed her belly and slowly pushed myself towards her. I was almost spooning Ma. I wanted to spoon completely but was scared. What if she notices my hard-on? With some time and dare, I again started to feel her breast with my fingers. Most of it was difficult to access as she moved.
I noticed her maxi rolled up in sleep, till the knee, revealing her legs. That got me even hornier. I craved even more to see her milky white thighs. Now I focused on slyly pulling her maxi up. I moved my hand from her breast to her waist. I could feel the outline of her panties running along the waist.
With every moment, I was getting hornier, filled with love and lust. I started to pull her maxi up from one side. It was a difficult and risky task. I could only manage to pull up not more than 2-3 inches, revealing her sexy milky thigh, but the other side was still covered.
I was almost about to give up, and suddenly Ma moved as if she is responding to my actions. Now she was completely on her back. For a moment, I thought she wanted me to continue with this, so I went forward. Now it was much easier to pull her maxi up from sides.
It was a heavenly feeling to see those milky white thighs as if she is an angel straight from heaven, and I believe she is—atleast my angel. I was able to pull up her maxi enough to reveal a good portion of her thighs. They were gorgeous. Even in darkness, you could see them. Smooth, soft, and spotless.
I thought I came this forward. There’s no point in stopping now. I saw her erect nipple poking through her maxi. So badly, I wanted to suck on them. I couldn’t recall how it felt last time I sucked on it. I held her nipples between my fingers and started playing with them.
I wanted to do so many things that night after playing with my breast. I casually kept hands on her bare thighs with such daring and courage, pretending to be asleep. The feeling of touching the bare skin of a woman is something to live for. And the excitement increases ten folds if that woman is your mother.
I didn’t move my hand much. But the warmth of her thighs was soothing enough to make me more hypersexual. I was lost in lust. I wanted more of it. I slowly moved my hand up, trying to grab her fleshy thighs to a point where I could feel my fingers brushing against her thigh.
I could almost feel my hand being stuck between her thighs. As I moved a little up, she suddenly moved, and in fear, I removed my hand. Ma was again facing didi. While moving, she also adjusted her maxi to cover her legs. She didn’t wake up or anything.
I thought she might not have noticed anything. I took a sigh of relief and put my hands over her belly, waiting for her to turn again. It was almost past 3.30 AM she didn’t move. I fell asleep hugging her and planning
Story to be continued.
Any criticism or feedback is highly appreciated. I am trying to keep the scenario as detailed as possible with all the events that happened.