Mom’s Body, Mind And Soul – Part 1
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Clad in the softest pink silk saree with off-shoulder halter neck blouse, my mom’s each curve stood out. Her fleshy waist that flared out into wide and chubby hips, the deep sumptuous navel, the slightly fatty arms, broad smooth and fair shoulders. Her face was full and accentuated by deep red lipstick and the kohl-lined eyes with a big bindi attracted a lot of attention too. My 18th birthday seemed to be the day I would confess my love to my true soulmate, my mom. Let me take you to the beginning. Since childhood, I had been closer to mom than my father. I remember as young as 7 years of age, I remembered my mom being sad. She wouldn’t tell me anything but I could sense it. We had been away from my father for the last 3 and a half years because it was more convenient with relatives around. He used to live out of town and whenever he came, there would be fights. Some days were very difficult. I remember being drawn to her and wanting to comfort her. Maybe she felt the same too. Even before that, I have some memories of her playing with me with the other hand while she breastfed my younger brother. Some memories of her comforting me because I had peed myself in the bed. She would roll back the skin to check if there was any infection. I liked that sensation so I would make her do it again. She happily obliged her boy’s whims, only as a little boy’s indulgence. Later came the realization that I’d have to be the man of the house and did all chores including shopping, picking up my brother from the compound gate after school; anything to please my darling mom. When my mother was 38, I first noticed her beauty. She attracted attention wherever she went. Men around the colony, rickshawallahs and all felt drawn to her, not by her sexuality but her kind and simple nature. She was an angel and others saw it too. That’s when I started fantasizing about older women. I had loved mom for the longest time but it didn’t occur to me naturally to start sexualizing her. Older, plump women with traditional Indian figures made me go mad. When mom was 43, my father came into a good fortune. He could afford to have us over and hire help. Their relationship was quite good at this time. We were members of an elite social and sporting club in town where a young boy could feast his eyes on young girls and older married women too. Everyone wanted to appear their best and on some social evenings, the odd milf in skimpy saree, dancing sensuously in drunken merry wasn’t uncommon. Many men would lewdly stare at these women and young boys too. Mom used to be in the mood to dress up. I remember some deep V-neck sweaters, tight slacks, and body-hugging salwar-kameezes. Her broad hips and ample figure did great justice to those clothes. Once I remember a braless appearance in a red V-neck sweater. It was winter and her nipples were popping. From the moment she walked in, they stood erect. I remember thinking deep protectiveness and grabbing a shawl from back home so she could cover herself, as I didn’t want her to be leered at. I remember a sweet quick kiss on my lips. I recovered 5 seconds later and quickly saw around me. We were in the basketball court next to the main hall where the lights were usually turned off late at night. She pulled me with my hands from under her shawl and held it close to her chest. We went and sat in a quiet corner while everyone danced in the disco-lit floor. It was the first time I saw my mom as a beautiful woman. As I saw the serenity on her face, I struggled to hide these feelings. I kept them to myself, confused. But I continued masturbating to every beautiful milf I could see, transferring my desire for mom onto them. For the most part, I had it in control. By 18+, I was tall and strong and exclusively wore boxers at home. My dick, measuring a thick 7 inch and 6 inches in circumference would form quite the impression. The odd maid would graze past my crotch on intention and give me a big smile. If I didn’t object, they would grab it, stroking it hard. I fondled 3 maids aged 32, 36 and 45. I figured that they were taking advantage of me and I wasn’t at fault. We moved back to our hometown for my college education. At the same time, mom started noticing my horny behavior. She didn’t say anything but I noticed that she had noticed me fondling my penis, while I was actually pretending to scratch it. I started attending my college and one evening when I came back, mom welcomed me with a kiss on my lips again. She landed 2 in quick succession. I was taken aback but took her in my arms, asking what happened. She said she was just very happy and was reminded of our time living apart from dad when I took good care of her. And now he was not, here again, she got reminded of us back then. I eased my arm around her waist and said to her, “Now I am older, and we are together again. We have spent so much of our lives in each other’s company. I have the most affection for you, mom”. I took my chance and quickly kissed her back, this time staying in contact with her lips longer and more deliberately. When we parted, she had a smile on her face. She looked content. I used to give great massages. My mom had chronic upper back pain and I would spend hours on it, diligently rubbing oil with my gentle yet firm touch. Sometimes the pain and relief were so much that she would moan deeply. It sounded too sexual. One day, she came to me with lower back ache. She wore a thin white linen kurta without bra, translucent chiffon pajama pants that showed her ample butt snugly fit into a tight polka-dot panty. She begged me to massage her. I asked her to lay on her stomach, starting with her feet and toes. She moaned in relief and soon settled down. Any tension I met in her calves was gone by the time I reached her thighs – that’s all I could explore, her milky thighs. I deeply wanted to go further up but her pants were tight. I rolled up the kurta and started with the lower back, making my way up. “Aah… Beta, the way you rub your thumb in that joint near the arm. It almost feels, orgasmic in relief.” I was startled to hear the word ‘orgasmic’. Maybe it was a Freudian slip. She probably had sex a year ago and at 44, she was probably still in peak shape. She was noiseless by the time I went to her sides and felt the sides of her soft boob-skin. She instinctively brought her arms close to her body but the moment I moved away, she relaxed again. I didn’t want to get carried away and push my luck. So I returned my attention to the lower back. Soft moans again, so soothing. My hand ventured unconsciously into her waistband and the relieved moans returned, “Yes… Aah… Exact spot beta..” I felt my dick poking at my pajamas, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I wanted to feel what it would be to mount my mother. So I tucked my penis into my waistband and sat on top of her. The angle helped and maa moaned so much when my hand rubbed her upper-butt. By now, I had pulled her pajamas and underwear down to give me greater access. She was completely lost in a dream-like state. I got off and decided to see how far she would let me go. I shoved my hand to reach for her ass. Aaahhhh! It was so smooth and her skin felt almost creamy like she moisturized everywhere. I took some moisturizing lotion and started massaging her ass, reaching really low. I felt her move, caught unaware. She chuckled and asked, “Where all do you intend to go in one day?” I quickly pulled my hand and instinctively replied, “Maa, you seemed to carry so much tension. The lower I went, the more you seemed to like it so that’s why I kept going”. Maa took my hands in hers and kissed it, saying, “Thanks, baabu”. The smile radiating from her face told me she didn’t mind. I decided to try my luck more, and luckily, the lady luck smiled at me. I kept increasing my body-contact with maa. It started simply with my hands resting on her waist and going down to her butt, giving a quick squeeze. She kept her hands on my waist too and leaned into each one of my squeezes. Every now and then, she would ask me, “Where’s my kiss?” I would happily give it to her. Gradually, the kisses became deeper and my hands roved around over her luscious body continuously. I encouraged her to wear more sarees, suggesting deep neck blouses and open back designs. I suggested she wear transparent sarees and model for me. I wanted to play music and dance with her. She protested often. Sometimes my suggestions would become too shameless, and I would send her video links of hot models and actresses proudly showing off their bodies. One of them was a design I was dying to try out on mom – off-shoulder, deep V-neck design with 3 threads in the back. I decided she would look best in pink. I placed the order online and also the blouse on the best estimate. I decided to surprise mom on my upcoming birthday. The day arrived and I told mom that she would have to give in to my requests. In the evening, she sat ready for me, with full make-up. I hadn’t even imagined what she would look like – a total apsara. In the dim warm lighting, she looked irresistible with her hair tussling down her shoulders, face made up with mascara and eyeshadow, the ass standing out magnificently and ready to be grabbed. I could see the desire in her eyes. I turned on the music and quickly took her in my arms, landing a long kiss. She stepped up on her toes to comply. When I finally pulled out after ages, she looked away and said, “You’ll crumple the saree too soon, at least give me a dance. It’s taken too much effort haan.” I realized my hands were crushing her ass constantly. “Oops maa, did I hurt you?” “No, I… Let’s dance naa!” I complied. Her hands were around my neck, eyes locked together and my hand on her waist. She made a frowny face and used her hands to send mine back to her ass. I buried my face in her shoulder as I reached for her sumptuous ass, kissing her shoulder in the process. To be continued. * * * Males, females, couples, I am a freelance masseur in Mumbai suburbs, Borivali, Thane, and Navi Mumbai. For a fully relaxed time, get in touch through e-mail on [email protected]