05-07-2020, 07:15 AM
The next day went by uneventfully. I opened up my mom’s facebook account in front of her, using the first photo that I took of her face with my camera as her profile picture and used some of the more modest pictures from yesterday for her albums. I had either hidden or edited all the other more revealing pictures of her last night, before I went to bed. I was afraid of what she would think of all the pictures I had taken of her without her knowledge.
My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal compared to all the crap that had been going on in my college, with Rohit and his bullies. I was afraid of what was going to happen tomorrow when I went to college tomorrow.
During the afternoon, when Bimla had finished all her work and was about to leave the house, I heard an interesting conversation between her and my mom. "So, Bimla, how’s your husband doing? We haven’t talked about him for a long time."
Bimla’s husband used to work as a masseuse in Bihar. She had talked to him about moving to Calcutta several times because she hated being apart from her husband. But her husband was in no mood to move here since he had a lucrative business there. "He’s doing good, memsahib. He’s busy but does call me regularly."
"Okay, it’s good to be busy. But you guys shouldn’t stay apart like this.", she croaked as she said this. Clearly, with dad being away on business trips most of the time, their relationship was becoming more and more strained. My parents seemed to just gradually drift more and more apart, which made it understandable as to why my sweet homely mother probably allowed all of the things that happened to her over a year ago to happen.
"Yes, but what can we do, memsahib? He doesn’t have any work here.", Bimla frowned.
"Don’t worry. Tell him to at least come here and check out the city. I’ll try to look around and see if I can find something for him here.", my mom replied.
"Are you telling the truth, memsahib?", her face lit up as she asked.
"Yes, of course!", replied my mom.
Bimla was excited, "Thank you, memsahib. I’ll talk to him today itself." She left elated with the news.
Next day, I was a little skeptical about going to college. I wanted to skip it, but because my attendance was already low, I had no choice but to go. The carpool ride was particularly embarrassing this time as the whole time Rohit and his bully friends kept ogling at my mom’s pictures that I had sent him on Saturday and constantly making comments like:
"Ufff….your mom’s a total MILF!"
"Issshhhhh if only I had this slut for one night! Man, I would’ve fucked her till her pussy turned red!"
"I bet when she’s out on the streets, everyone stares at her ass and titties! The thought of her milky boobies is getting me hard already."
I was disgusted but at the same time was getting highly aroused hearing them degrading my mom like this. I knew Rohit was going to show those pictures to his friends and I dreaded that moment. I was afraid of what they might do with those pictures – would they keep it with them or sell it online. The latter thought scared the hell out of me but at the same time made me excited thinking of my mom as an amateur pornstar.
The worst moment came when Rohit showed them the last picture. "Hey guys, this is the picture that I jacked off to two nights ago!". He was showing them the picture of my mom bent over on the bed, fixing the sheets. I didn’t realize how sultry it looked until Rohit began showing it to his bully friends. She was on all fours like a dog, and had arched her back. As she did, the lower part of her skirt had naturally ridden upwards significantly on her back-side, exposing her long silky legs and creamy meaty thighs.
"Give me the phone!", Avik snatched the phone from Rohit and began stroking his cock over his trousers. "Ahhhhh…man, I have to get to the bathroom as soon as we reach the college.". Rohit and the others laughed at his remark, while I blushed and sunk deeper into the seat.
I was relieved when we reached college and most of the bullies ran to the bathroom to relieve themselves. I noticed they had very large boners that were clearly visible over their trousers. Oh my gosh, they were seriously jerking off to my mom! I felt even more embarrassed then, but decided there was nothing I could do, so I resigned to my classes.
The classes went by uneventfully. I didn’t leave the classroom at all for fear of being bullied by my classmates. However, later in the day, one of my professors called me to his office. He was my Engineering Mathematics teacher. His name was Ashish and he was a tall handsome guy in his mid forties, with good physique, attractive eyes and a mustache. I understood why he had called me to his office. I scored very poor grades in my pre-test and now that the midterms were coming, he probably wanted to ensure I was studying hard for them. This was not uncommon for me since I was never a very good student. In school, my parents were frequently summoned by my teachers for discussing my poor performance in studies. But they had never been called to my college before. As a result, when I reached his office, I was surprised by what greeted me there.
It was my mom sitting on a chair across the table from Prof. Ashish! "Come in, Joydeep. Have a seat.", he motioned to the chair next to my mom. I did exactly as he said. My mom’s expression, as soon as I looked at her, was of disappointment and annoyance. She was obviously unhappy at being called into college for a disciplinary meeting. My mom was wearing a loose pink half-sleeved kameez and tight white leggings. The kameez had a few buttons at the top, which were buttoned up quite modestly. Since her forearms were uncovered, they showed off her smooth creamy skin. But the main highlight was her leggings! It was tight enough to show the distinct curvature of her thighs. As everyone knows, my mom has great legs and the legging clung enticingly to the firm swell of her delectable round full ass.
My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal compared to all the crap that had been going on in my college, with Rohit and his bullies. I was afraid of what was going to happen tomorrow when I went to college tomorrow.
During the afternoon, when Bimla had finished all her work and was about to leave the house, I heard an interesting conversation between her and my mom. "So, Bimla, how’s your husband doing? We haven’t talked about him for a long time."
Bimla’s husband used to work as a masseuse in Bihar. She had talked to him about moving to Calcutta several times because she hated being apart from her husband. But her husband was in no mood to move here since he had a lucrative business there. "He’s doing good, memsahib. He’s busy but does call me regularly."
"Okay, it’s good to be busy. But you guys shouldn’t stay apart like this.", she croaked as she said this. Clearly, with dad being away on business trips most of the time, their relationship was becoming more and more strained. My parents seemed to just gradually drift more and more apart, which made it understandable as to why my sweet homely mother probably allowed all of the things that happened to her over a year ago to happen.
"Yes, but what can we do, memsahib? He doesn’t have any work here.", Bimla frowned.
"Don’t worry. Tell him to at least come here and check out the city. I’ll try to look around and see if I can find something for him here.", my mom replied.
"Are you telling the truth, memsahib?", her face lit up as she asked.
"Yes, of course!", replied my mom.
Bimla was excited, "Thank you, memsahib. I’ll talk to him today itself." She left elated with the news.
Next day, I was a little skeptical about going to college. I wanted to skip it, but because my attendance was already low, I had no choice but to go. The carpool ride was particularly embarrassing this time as the whole time Rohit and his bully friends kept ogling at my mom’s pictures that I had sent him on Saturday and constantly making comments like:
"Ufff….your mom’s a total MILF!"
"Issshhhhh if only I had this slut for one night! Man, I would’ve fucked her till her pussy turned red!"
"I bet when she’s out on the streets, everyone stares at her ass and titties! The thought of her milky boobies is getting me hard already."
I was disgusted but at the same time was getting highly aroused hearing them degrading my mom like this. I knew Rohit was going to show those pictures to his friends and I dreaded that moment. I was afraid of what they might do with those pictures – would they keep it with them or sell it online. The latter thought scared the hell out of me but at the same time made me excited thinking of my mom as an amateur pornstar.
The worst moment came when Rohit showed them the last picture. "Hey guys, this is the picture that I jacked off to two nights ago!". He was showing them the picture of my mom bent over on the bed, fixing the sheets. I didn’t realize how sultry it looked until Rohit began showing it to his bully friends. She was on all fours like a dog, and had arched her back. As she did, the lower part of her skirt had naturally ridden upwards significantly on her back-side, exposing her long silky legs and creamy meaty thighs.
"Give me the phone!", Avik snatched the phone from Rohit and began stroking his cock over his trousers. "Ahhhhh…man, I have to get to the bathroom as soon as we reach the college.". Rohit and the others laughed at his remark, while I blushed and sunk deeper into the seat.
I was relieved when we reached college and most of the bullies ran to the bathroom to relieve themselves. I noticed they had very large boners that were clearly visible over their trousers. Oh my gosh, they were seriously jerking off to my mom! I felt even more embarrassed then, but decided there was nothing I could do, so I resigned to my classes.
The classes went by uneventfully. I didn’t leave the classroom at all for fear of being bullied by my classmates. However, later in the day, one of my professors called me to his office. He was my Engineering Mathematics teacher. His name was Ashish and he was a tall handsome guy in his mid forties, with good physique, attractive eyes and a mustache. I understood why he had called me to his office. I scored very poor grades in my pre-test and now that the midterms were coming, he probably wanted to ensure I was studying hard for them. This was not uncommon for me since I was never a very good student. In school, my parents were frequently summoned by my teachers for discussing my poor performance in studies. But they had never been called to my college before. As a result, when I reached his office, I was surprised by what greeted me there.
It was my mom sitting on a chair across the table from Prof. Ashish! "Come in, Joydeep. Have a seat.", he motioned to the chair next to my mom. I did exactly as he said. My mom’s expression, as soon as I looked at her, was of disappointment and annoyance. She was obviously unhappy at being called into college for a disciplinary meeting. My mom was wearing a loose pink half-sleeved kameez and tight white leggings. The kameez had a few buttons at the top, which were buttoned up quite modestly. Since her forearms were uncovered, they showed off her smooth creamy skin. But the main highlight was her leggings! It was tight enough to show the distinct curvature of her thighs. As everyone knows, my mom has great legs and the legging clung enticingly to the firm swell of her delectable round full ass.
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