05-05-2020, 09:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 16-07-2024, 08:55 AM by scorpia95. Edited 8 times in total. Edited 8 times in total.)
Thanks Kishore! Here's something steamy :p
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What happened … Aditya tried to remember, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, nothing came to him. Some part of him knew that night was instrumental into what was happening right now with him. He had a gut feeling, but didn’t know how to remember more. Frustrated, he slapped his head and got off the toilet that he was sitting on. Looking at himself in the mirror one last time, he went out of the washroom and left his room.
Standing before his parent’s bedroom, he hesitated wondering if he should go in, wondering what he would say if his mother was awake. Taking a deep breath, he pushed aside his worries and opened the door. Despite how hard he gripped the door to open it as slowly as possible, it creaked. Sighing to himself, he peered inside the tiny space the door had opened and squeezed himself into it, not wanting to let the door make anymore noise than it already had.
Moving forwards in agonizingly slow steps, he made his way inside, feeling the wall for the light switch and turning it on. He blinked his eyes as it adjusted to the sudden brightness. Looking towards the sleeping form of his mother, he said out loud “Ma.. Are you awake? Mumma….?”
Walking towards the bed, he raised his right hand and rested it on her shoulder, slowly shaking her. His mother was still, and it seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming of.
As he thought of that, his eyes strayed down to her mouth, fixating on her lips. All of a sudden, he felt all his previous misgivings and feelings of disgust slip away as his imagination began working overtime. In his mind, he saw his mother on her tippy toes, her arms wrapped around Chandran’s neck as those lips sucked at his. He felt himself grow and his left hand started rubbing at the erection through his shorts. He imagined her on this bed naked, accepting Chandran’s manhood into her with a squeal of delight.
Possessed by his passionate imaginings, he felt the intense need to know what she looked like naked. To know if the reality matched up to his imagination. He just had to know, no matter what. His judgement was clouded by lust and he couldn’t care about the consequences. No... that’s wrong. His mind didn’t even think of the consequences as he walked over to the edge of bed, towards her feet.
Staring at the blanket for a second, he waited a second for some kind of clarity to come over him. To tell him that this was a bad idea. But nothing happened. Swallowing the spit that had built up in his mouth since his entrance into the room, he slowly lifted the blanket, scrunching it all the way up to her waist.
He stared at the scene before him. His mother lay in her casual home clothes. A black tunic with black pants. He climbed on the bed, with his legs to either side of her body as he scooted up until he was almost sitting her knees, but made sure to keep his weight off her by sitting on his toes.
It felt like an out of body experience as he helplessly watched his hands move of their own accord, slowly pulling back the black pants that hid her flower from the world. He could feel the saliva build up in his mouth but couldn’t seem to swallow. As her pants came down inch by inch, he was rewarded with the site of a red panty with curls of hair peeking out.
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He continued pulling it down until it reached her knees. He scooted back and off the bed to get a better grip on the pants. Grasping at the end of her pants by her feet, he slowly eased them off until they came off completely. He was left shocked with her pants in one hand, as he stared upon the half naked body of a woman. No. Not a woman. His own mother.
As if in a dream like state, his entire body felt light and he couldn’t even remember breathing at all. Letting the pants drop to the floor and out of his hands, he reached forward and traced his fingers from her left knee down to her toes, slowly feeling all her toes and her leg as he memorized it in his mind. He turned to her right leg and did the same thing. She was so much softer in reality than his imagination. Her legs were hairless and shined in the light, looking whiter than he would've thought possible for an Indian woman.
When he was done memorizing her, he wondered what next. Suddenly remembering where her was, his gaze drew up to look at his mother’s face, but the scrunched-up blanket had piled up on her waist, blocking his view completely. He thought to himself that maybe this was for the best. He didn’t want this heavenly dream to come to an end so soon. Maybe it was fate?
All of a sudden, he knew what to do. Lifting up her legs, he put his knee on the bed, then the other knee, before inching his way forward on the bed. His mother’s legs were held in his arms, pulled to either side of him. He slowly pulled them up and placed them on his shoulders. This felt right to him. The curves of her leg perfectly balanced on his shoulder. He kept inching his way towards her. Anjali's legs began moving upwards as he pushed forwards until finally her feet pointed up at the ceiling.
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He turned his cheek to the side, rubbing it against her leg, marveling at the softness and the smell of soap. Looking down, his gaze was caught on a blemish on her thigh. It was quite peculiar, being light brown in color and the shape of a sword.
His eyes widened as he remembered that day again. The day of his 16th birthday. Gasping out loud, he quickly backed away, her legs falling off his shoulders abruptly. He stared at his mothers’ body for a few minutes pale faced before slowly bending down, and picking up her black pants from the floor. Putting them on her gruffly, his teeth clenched, he pulled the blanket back down on her. Part of him hoped that she was awake so he could confront her. Fortunately for him, her eyes were still closed. His hands clenched into a fist, he backed out of her room, closing the door behind him, forgetting to close the lights on his way out.
Anjali let out a low snore, unaware of what had just almost taken place.
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What happened … Aditya tried to remember, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, nothing came to him. Some part of him knew that night was instrumental into what was happening right now with him. He had a gut feeling, but didn’t know how to remember more. Frustrated, he slapped his head and got off the toilet that he was sitting on. Looking at himself in the mirror one last time, he went out of the washroom and left his room.
Standing before his parent’s bedroom, he hesitated wondering if he should go in, wondering what he would say if his mother was awake. Taking a deep breath, he pushed aside his worries and opened the door. Despite how hard he gripped the door to open it as slowly as possible, it creaked. Sighing to himself, he peered inside the tiny space the door had opened and squeezed himself into it, not wanting to let the door make anymore noise than it already had.
Moving forwards in agonizingly slow steps, he made his way inside, feeling the wall for the light switch and turning it on. He blinked his eyes as it adjusted to the sudden brightness. Looking towards the sleeping form of his mother, he said out loud “Ma.. Are you awake? Mumma….?”
Walking towards the bed, he raised his right hand and rested it on her shoulder, slowly shaking her. His mother was still, and it seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming of.
As he thought of that, his eyes strayed down to her mouth, fixating on her lips. All of a sudden, he felt all his previous misgivings and feelings of disgust slip away as his imagination began working overtime. In his mind, he saw his mother on her tippy toes, her arms wrapped around Chandran’s neck as those lips sucked at his. He felt himself grow and his left hand started rubbing at the erection through his shorts. He imagined her on this bed naked, accepting Chandran’s manhood into her with a squeal of delight.
Possessed by his passionate imaginings, he felt the intense need to know what she looked like naked. To know if the reality matched up to his imagination. He just had to know, no matter what. His judgement was clouded by lust and he couldn’t care about the consequences. No... that’s wrong. His mind didn’t even think of the consequences as he walked over to the edge of bed, towards her feet.
Staring at the blanket for a second, he waited a second for some kind of clarity to come over him. To tell him that this was a bad idea. But nothing happened. Swallowing the spit that had built up in his mouth since his entrance into the room, he slowly lifted the blanket, scrunching it all the way up to her waist.
He stared at the scene before him. His mother lay in her casual home clothes. A black tunic with black pants. He climbed on the bed, with his legs to either side of her body as he scooted up until he was almost sitting her knees, but made sure to keep his weight off her by sitting on his toes.
It felt like an out of body experience as he helplessly watched his hands move of their own accord, slowly pulling back the black pants that hid her flower from the world. He could feel the saliva build up in his mouth but couldn’t seem to swallow. As her pants came down inch by inch, he was rewarded with the site of a red panty with curls of hair peeking out.
Video
https://www.xvideos.com/video55664541/an...by_her_son
He continued pulling it down until it reached her knees. He scooted back and off the bed to get a better grip on the pants. Grasping at the end of her pants by her feet, he slowly eased them off until they came off completely. He was left shocked with her pants in one hand, as he stared upon the half naked body of a woman. No. Not a woman. His own mother.
As if in a dream like state, his entire body felt light and he couldn’t even remember breathing at all. Letting the pants drop to the floor and out of his hands, he reached forward and traced his fingers from her left knee down to her toes, slowly feeling all her toes and her leg as he memorized it in his mind. He turned to her right leg and did the same thing. She was so much softer in reality than his imagination. Her legs were hairless and shined in the light, looking whiter than he would've thought possible for an Indian woman.
When he was done memorizing her, he wondered what next. Suddenly remembering where her was, his gaze drew up to look at his mother’s face, but the scrunched-up blanket had piled up on her waist, blocking his view completely. He thought to himself that maybe this was for the best. He didn’t want this heavenly dream to come to an end so soon. Maybe it was fate?
All of a sudden, he knew what to do. Lifting up her legs, he put his knee on the bed, then the other knee, before inching his way forward on the bed. His mother’s legs were held in his arms, pulled to either side of him. He slowly pulled them up and placed them on his shoulders. This felt right to him. The curves of her leg perfectly balanced on his shoulder. He kept inching his way towards her. Anjali's legs began moving upwards as he pushed forwards until finally her feet pointed up at the ceiling.
He turned his cheek to the side, rubbing it against her leg, marveling at the softness and the smell of soap. Looking down, his gaze was caught on a blemish on her thigh. It was quite peculiar, being light brown in color and the shape of a sword.
His eyes widened as he remembered that day again. The day of his 16th birthday. Gasping out loud, he quickly backed away, her legs falling off his shoulders abruptly. He stared at his mothers’ body for a few minutes pale faced before slowly bending down, and picking up her black pants from the floor. Putting them on her gruffly, his teeth clenched, he pulled the blanket back down on her. Part of him hoped that she was awake so he could confront her. Fortunately for him, her eyes were still closed. His hands clenched into a fist, he backed out of her room, closing the door behind him, forgetting to close the lights on his way out.
Anjali let out a low snore, unaware of what had just almost taken place.
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