18-11-2018, 04:16 PM
Story of Mother and Son
Living in suburban Amherst, Mass, you get used to a quiet lifestyle. Not much happens. You go to college or work, and then spend evenings at home with family and the weekends meeting your extended family. This is especially true for a family with a conservative Indian background like mine where you are encouraged to grow within the clan. There comes a point where you begin to despise family and just want to get away from everything - from all the family politics and backstabbing that comes with it and from all the confining and limiting thoughts this set up brings.
My mom had noticed this change in me. This story is from four years ago. I was in my final year in college and was looking at maybe three or four different job offers. Being an IT guy in the Internet boom era, I had my options. I could have taken a job in sunny California, or decided to move down the I-95 to New York where I had no more uncles and second cousins to deal with.
I am purely speculating as to whether this had anything to do with my disillusionment toward family and my disdain for living at home during college. But it might have been, because she was the one who made the first move. Maybe she wanted me to stay home with her and never leave. I don’t even know if what she did counted as a move. All I know is I reacted naturally and did what everyone else would have done.
Now my mom is an attractive woman. She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs. The B-cup tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit. As far as I remember, I was probably born with oedipal thoughts in mind! Ever since early puberty, I had been attracted to her body. I thought it was natural. She was young then, attractive, full of energy and her supple assets were always there to distract my attention from whatever I was doing and just focus on her and her aura.
Despite my extreme horniness, I obviously never could get myself to even think about letting her know what I thought. But I can swear that whenever I kissed a girl or made love to one, my mother was the person who I was thinking of. My partner’s lips became my mother’s, her tits became my mom’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my mom’s ass. This was just part of my fantasies. Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things. Yes I made love to other females thinking about her and when single, jerked off to her occasionally but nothing intense. I guess I was just another horny son who fantasized about his attractive mom. The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.
Dad was never home during the day. He owned (and still owns, yes he is not retired), a gas station just outside Amherst. I used to be home after class. My hanging out and partying days were over by the last semester in college. I had to get by with 18 college credits and my research and all of this wasn’t easy. In between my research breaks, I went out to see my friends or just stayed home playing computer games, or just jerked off. I guess a mother knows what her son is up to. Or maybe my mom knew. She always gave me my space. It was almost like she knew I had to jerk off and was never around when I needed some time to myself. She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house. I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.
One day as I came home from college, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on. Mom always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in. I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom. I just went about my business. I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out. I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the books quite yet. This was October, and I wanted to watch a little sports TV. So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels. Mom was going to come out of the shower and give me some food. I intended to start studying after I had lunch with mom. I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name:
“Raja… Beta…Tum aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi (Indian) from the bathroom. (Raja…Son! Are you home?)
“Yeah Ma. Khana chahiye”. (Yes Mom, I want something to eat), I yelled back from the living room.
“Raja yeh bulb fuse ho gaya hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karna ho ga!” she called out. (Raja the bathroom light just went out, you have to change it.)
“Ok! I will change it right now….”
I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer. I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there. But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized mom was still in the shower.
The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as she had peeked out to let some light in. She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.
“Ma here is the bulb…”
“Beta tum laga do, mera haath nahi jayega” (Son you have to change it, I can’t reach the bulb).
The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough. I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.
“Ok then come out,” I said, a little vexed.
“Kaise aaon? Sabun laga hai!”, she replied. (How can I come out? I have soap all over my body).
“Dho lo na!” (Wash then…), I said hurriedly.
I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my mom naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation! And I had no interest in this.
“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geeli bahar aa jaon? Beemar nahi hona! Pagal!” (How can I wash in the dark? And how can I come out wet? I don’t want to get sick! Stupid!)
“Ugh Ma! Fir towel bandh lo?” (Ugh Ma! Then wrap a towel!)
“Sabun pe kaise towel bandh luun buddhu?) she laughed. (How can I wrap the towel when there is soap all over my body).
“Ugh!!! kaise bulb fuse hua aik dum??” (Ugh Ma, how did the bulb just go out?), I was frustrated.
“Change karo jaldi se, andhere mein kuch dikh nahi raha! Aur sardi lag rahi hai.” (Son please change the bulb quickly, I can’t see anything in the dark and I am cold!). She said forcefully.
“Tum kahan ho?” (Where are you?)
“Darwaje ke peechey” (I am behind the door).
“Tum tub mein jao to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered. (Ok then get in the tub so I can come in.) I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked mom and change a stupid light bulb!
As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub. From the little opening she kept to let some light into the bathroom, I could see her naked body move out and step into the tub. And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!
She had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body. I saw her beautiful creamy ass walk past me and into the tub. As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat. I also saw the silhouette of her luscious tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold! What a sight! Her ass crack was all I could think of. And what lay at the end of it. The doorway to a man’s heaven!
Continued -------------
Living in suburban Amherst, Mass, you get used to a quiet lifestyle. Not much happens. You go to college or work, and then spend evenings at home with family and the weekends meeting your extended family. This is especially true for a family with a conservative Indian background like mine where you are encouraged to grow within the clan. There comes a point where you begin to despise family and just want to get away from everything - from all the family politics and backstabbing that comes with it and from all the confining and limiting thoughts this set up brings.
My mom had noticed this change in me. This story is from four years ago. I was in my final year in college and was looking at maybe three or four different job offers. Being an IT guy in the Internet boom era, I had my options. I could have taken a job in sunny California, or decided to move down the I-95 to New York where I had no more uncles and second cousins to deal with.
I am purely speculating as to whether this had anything to do with my disillusionment toward family and my disdain for living at home during college. But it might have been, because she was the one who made the first move. Maybe she wanted me to stay home with her and never leave. I don’t even know if what she did counted as a move. All I know is I reacted naturally and did what everyone else would have done.
Now my mom is an attractive woman. She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs. The B-cup tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit. As far as I remember, I was probably born with oedipal thoughts in mind! Ever since early puberty, I had been attracted to her body. I thought it was natural. She was young then, attractive, full of energy and her supple assets were always there to distract my attention from whatever I was doing and just focus on her and her aura.
Despite my extreme horniness, I obviously never could get myself to even think about letting her know what I thought. But I can swear that whenever I kissed a girl or made love to one, my mother was the person who I was thinking of. My partner’s lips became my mother’s, her tits became my mom’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my mom’s ass. This was just part of my fantasies. Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things. Yes I made love to other females thinking about her and when single, jerked off to her occasionally but nothing intense. I guess I was just another horny son who fantasized about his attractive mom. The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.
Dad was never home during the day. He owned (and still owns, yes he is not retired), a gas station just outside Amherst. I used to be home after class. My hanging out and partying days were over by the last semester in college. I had to get by with 18 college credits and my research and all of this wasn’t easy. In between my research breaks, I went out to see my friends or just stayed home playing computer games, or just jerked off. I guess a mother knows what her son is up to. Or maybe my mom knew. She always gave me my space. It was almost like she knew I had to jerk off and was never around when I needed some time to myself. She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house. I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.
One day as I came home from college, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on. Mom always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in. I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom. I just went about my business. I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out. I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the books quite yet. This was October, and I wanted to watch a little sports TV. So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels. Mom was going to come out of the shower and give me some food. I intended to start studying after I had lunch with mom. I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name:
“Raja… Beta…Tum aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi (Indian) from the bathroom. (Raja…Son! Are you home?)
“Yeah Ma. Khana chahiye”. (Yes Mom, I want something to eat), I yelled back from the living room.
“Raja yeh bulb fuse ho gaya hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karna ho ga!” she called out. (Raja the bathroom light just went out, you have to change it.)
“Ok! I will change it right now….”
I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer. I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there. But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized mom was still in the shower.
The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as she had peeked out to let some light in. She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.
“Ma here is the bulb…”
“Beta tum laga do, mera haath nahi jayega” (Son you have to change it, I can’t reach the bulb).
The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough. I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.
“Ok then come out,” I said, a little vexed.
“Kaise aaon? Sabun laga hai!”, she replied. (How can I come out? I have soap all over my body).
“Dho lo na!” (Wash then…), I said hurriedly.
I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my mom naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation! And I had no interest in this.
“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geeli bahar aa jaon? Beemar nahi hona! Pagal!” (How can I wash in the dark? And how can I come out wet? I don’t want to get sick! Stupid!)
“Ugh Ma! Fir towel bandh lo?” (Ugh Ma! Then wrap a towel!)
“Sabun pe kaise towel bandh luun buddhu?) she laughed. (How can I wrap the towel when there is soap all over my body).
“Ugh!!! kaise bulb fuse hua aik dum??” (Ugh Ma, how did the bulb just go out?), I was frustrated.
“Change karo jaldi se, andhere mein kuch dikh nahi raha! Aur sardi lag rahi hai.” (Son please change the bulb quickly, I can’t see anything in the dark and I am cold!). She said forcefully.
“Tum kahan ho?” (Where are you?)
“Darwaje ke peechey” (I am behind the door).
“Tum tub mein jao to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered. (Ok then get in the tub so I can come in.) I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked mom and change a stupid light bulb!
As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub. From the little opening she kept to let some light into the bathroom, I could see her naked body move out and step into the tub. And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!
She had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body. I saw her beautiful creamy ass walk past me and into the tub. As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat. I also saw the silhouette of her luscious tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold! What a sight! Her ass crack was all I could think of. And what lay at the end of it. The doorway to a man’s heaven!
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