03-12-2021, 09:08 AM
Recap-
Mrs. S's mystery. (Didn't want to put actual name there, Mrs S too was obvious one actually, but I had decided to burn the diary once I derive conclusion)
Stats-
Breasts- 34 (85cm) (actual reading from her bra)
Waist- 30 (again actual one from her panty)
Hip?? - 36 may be. (My guess)
Height- 5'7"
Skin- wheatish, fair, non oily, soft.
Most attractive part- breast and rear (off course)
Hobbies- literature, playing piano in free time, being strict almost all the time (:-P)
Objective of study-
Find out Mrs. S's sexual advances, if any, outside her marriage.
And to find out her thought process behind it.
After I wrote that first page, I felt like I was on a lifetime adventure.
___---___---___---___---___---___---____---
Very next day, one of my friends was telling how he saw his mom changing after bath for the first time.
He told that, she came out wrapped in a towel and was wearing her interested inside.
She threw the towel on bed and stood in front of mirror. Then she adjusted her panty at waist and then stretched the same by lifting the panty on her inner thigh side.
He was watching it from front side window and was mesmerized at the cleavage visible.
Then she adjusted her bra as well and he could get a glimpse of her areola.
I got hard listening to that. I had seen his mom in one of college functions and immediately started imagining her doing the things he described.
He was new to this, so he was simply excited and thrilled. It was as if, one of the conditions to be the part of the group. And he was telling such incidence for the first time. As if, he was feeling that he has become a man by telling this.
Other friends who were usual at telling such stories immediately started asking him details like his mom's panty color, bra color, bra style...Was her skin still wet...Did she wear a saree or punjabi suit? Etc.
He was answering with all enthusiasm.
After every answer guys commented "woww...That is hot...That is sexy" etc.
It was adding to my hardness. I believe, everyone was hard. The friend continued and told how she changed into a saree and how lovely she looked with just few sets of clothes and how even after her changing was complete, he could still feel that she is in her bra and panty. And after that how he shagged off by going to same bathroom where she took bath, using her used bra and panty.
After that, one friend, who was senior in this kind of storytelling said,
"I know everyone is hard now."
Everyone laughed at that.
He continued, "and I know the reason." Everyone made "ooooo" sound.
"The reason is....Everyone here was imagining his own mom in the story"
Everyone laughed harder on that and hi-fived. I too joined unknowingly..But that comment made me think, rather do a self check on it.
Was it because I imagined my Mom in the story?
I could not discard the possibility completely.
But it was difficult for me to accept that it was the only reason.
I was struggling with myself to come to terms with it.
With those thoughts, when I came home, I was welcomed by Mom, who was in saree. It looked like she had come back from somewhere. She seemed happy.
I asked her, "have you been out somewhere?"
"Why, does it seem like that?"
"Yes Mom. And you look ....Fresh"
Mom caressed my hair and said,
"Yess I feel fresh today. " Saying this, she looked at mobile in her hand and read some message and smiled again.
I was curious as to whose message it might be. I guessed it was Chandra.
I came to my room and brought my diary out.
I wrote about my confusion during the storytelling happened in the college.
I wrote-
Day 2-
Felt hard while listening to a friend telling how he watched his mom change clothes.
Important point is, one other friend said, everyone listening to that was thinking of their own moms in that situation.
I really wondered would it be true for Mrs. S's son as well?
When I wrote that line, I had a realisation.
I should be looking even at my thoughts from third person view point. I also realised that, by doing that I could go one step ahead that my intended research topic.
Do teenagers have a thing for their moms?
Or can that be influenced by the environment?
I was happy at that realisation.
It lessened the confusion, if not completely removed it.
I wrote ahead-
It could be true for him too.
When he came home the next day his mom was in saree and very fresh and happy.
He took a nice look at her and understood that she was wearing a black bra within her maroon blouse and contrast orange color saree was looking ravishing on her.
---
I then hid the diary and went on to search mom. She was in her bedroom, lying on her stomach watching / reading something on phone.
When she realised I was in her room, she looked back without getting up. Just turned her torso to a side and looked at me.
I had already gone in third person view point and was looking at her blouse clad breast objectively. Her right breast was visible from where I stood and due to her pose. The pallu had drifted away and the pointy nipple area if blouse was kind of getting all the attention.
I made a note in my mind and continued to talk with her.
"I need your phone for few minutes"
(We were not allowed our own phones till we went to college)
She was little reluctant at giving me her phone.but still she gave it.
"Ok, give it back to me in 10-15 minutes.
And yes....No reading my personal messages"
This was first time she told me that specifically when giving me her phone.
"Okay mom, don't worry. I understand your privacy"
I said that and after having a last glance at her breast came back to my room.
I linked mom's whatsapp to browser, assuming she won't notice it.
I did not have any spying intentions, but still was curious as to whose message it was that made mom smile.
I tried to see but she probably deleted all the messages before giving the phone to me.
So I just kept the phone aside and started browsing something on internet aimlessly.
Suddenly there was a ping sound from laptop. I saw the whatsapp web blinking new message. It was from Chandra.
"Bhabhi, didn't you like your photos?"
I dared and typed,
"Got deleted as My son came in room. Please send again."
"Oh, okay, will send"
Next moment 3 snaps came in that chat window.
I downloaded them on PC and deleted msgs.
Before deleting, I said
"Deleting messages now. Will talk later."
"Ok"
I wondered how mom was ok with someone clicking her sensuous pics, sending them to her and is still able ti chat with her.
Where is her strictness?
Or is it really the charms of Chandra that even the most strict person like my mom got influenced?
I then handed over the phone to mom and came to my room to check the photos in detail.
My third person view came in.
Mrs. S's son couldn't hold his curiosity.
He checked those photos and was hard looking at them.
Those were the same photos taken by friend of his mom the other day.
She was bent with her saree pallu drifted away, cleavage clearly visible, black mole on her left breast upper part was visible too.
It was adding to his hardness.
He repeatedly saw those photos and when it became unbearable, he went to bathroom.
Friends storytelling, moms photos have had their effects and he came in no time.
He felt relieved at that. As if piled up tension of many days was gone.
--+
This third person view was my excuse for not having the guilt.
I understood it and was still convinced that it was the best way to continue my study without guilt getting in its way.
I ensured to hide the photos in a hidden folder and shut the laptop down.
I then dozed off soon.
When I woke up it was already 5 pm and tea time. mom came to my room with tea.
She kept the tray on table and as luck may have it, her pallu drifted away.
She was anyway cool as it was me who was in front of her. So she did not hurry at all to adjust her pallu.
---+
Mrs. S's son got a feast fir his eyes.
She was probably asleep in the noon and that made her hair dishhelved.
That somehow added to hotness of her.
Her cleavage was visible clearly to him.
He recalled the photos and there was a sparking similarity in the pose she was in.
Her black mole was 'Oh My God'....
He couldn't help but get hard again.
It was good that he was sitting on his bed else his mom would have got a shock of her life.
She took her time to adjust the pallu and then sat besides him to have her tea.
She was usual in her behavior with him and so caressing his hair, patting his shoulder etc was common and normal for her.
He on the other hand was now feeling something different about those things.
She didn't get that exactly, but at least understood that something is off about her son.
---+
I was split in two people. It was taking time fir me to adjust to that.
Mom didn't ask anything but she surely got that something was off. I had to make some excuse ready for that too.
But Mrs. S's son was happy.
He had got the photos to look at any time and was also having a first hand memory of his mom's bent show from up close.
He was sure to shah at that in the night.
TBC.
Mrs. S's mystery. (Didn't want to put actual name there, Mrs S too was obvious one actually, but I had decided to burn the diary once I derive conclusion)
Stats-
Breasts- 34 (85cm) (actual reading from her bra)
Waist- 30 (again actual one from her panty)
Hip?? - 36 may be. (My guess)
Height- 5'7"
Skin- wheatish, fair, non oily, soft.
Most attractive part- breast and rear (off course)
Hobbies- literature, playing piano in free time, being strict almost all the time (:-P)
Objective of study-
Find out Mrs. S's sexual advances, if any, outside her marriage.
And to find out her thought process behind it.
After I wrote that first page, I felt like I was on a lifetime adventure.
___---___---___---___---___---___---____---
Very next day, one of my friends was telling how he saw his mom changing after bath for the first time.
He told that, she came out wrapped in a towel and was wearing her interested inside.
She threw the towel on bed and stood in front of mirror. Then she adjusted her panty at waist and then stretched the same by lifting the panty on her inner thigh side.
He was watching it from front side window and was mesmerized at the cleavage visible.
Then she adjusted her bra as well and he could get a glimpse of her areola.
I got hard listening to that. I had seen his mom in one of college functions and immediately started imagining her doing the things he described.
He was new to this, so he was simply excited and thrilled. It was as if, one of the conditions to be the part of the group. And he was telling such incidence for the first time. As if, he was feeling that he has become a man by telling this.
Other friends who were usual at telling such stories immediately started asking him details like his mom's panty color, bra color, bra style...Was her skin still wet...Did she wear a saree or punjabi suit? Etc.
He was answering with all enthusiasm.
After every answer guys commented "woww...That is hot...That is sexy" etc.
It was adding to my hardness. I believe, everyone was hard. The friend continued and told how she changed into a saree and how lovely she looked with just few sets of clothes and how even after her changing was complete, he could still feel that she is in her bra and panty. And after that how he shagged off by going to same bathroom where she took bath, using her used bra and panty.
After that, one friend, who was senior in this kind of storytelling said,
"I know everyone is hard now."
Everyone laughed at that.
He continued, "and I know the reason." Everyone made "ooooo" sound.
"The reason is....Everyone here was imagining his own mom in the story"
Everyone laughed harder on that and hi-fived. I too joined unknowingly..But that comment made me think, rather do a self check on it.
Was it because I imagined my Mom in the story?
I could not discard the possibility completely.
But it was difficult for me to accept that it was the only reason.
I was struggling with myself to come to terms with it.
With those thoughts, when I came home, I was welcomed by Mom, who was in saree. It looked like she had come back from somewhere. She seemed happy.
I asked her, "have you been out somewhere?"
"Why, does it seem like that?"
"Yes Mom. And you look ....Fresh"
Mom caressed my hair and said,
"Yess I feel fresh today. " Saying this, she looked at mobile in her hand and read some message and smiled again.
I was curious as to whose message it might be. I guessed it was Chandra.
I came to my room and brought my diary out.
I wrote about my confusion during the storytelling happened in the college.
I wrote-
Day 2-
Felt hard while listening to a friend telling how he watched his mom change clothes.
Important point is, one other friend said, everyone listening to that was thinking of their own moms in that situation.
I really wondered would it be true for Mrs. S's son as well?
When I wrote that line, I had a realisation.
I should be looking even at my thoughts from third person view point. I also realised that, by doing that I could go one step ahead that my intended research topic.
Do teenagers have a thing for their moms?
Or can that be influenced by the environment?
I was happy at that realisation.
It lessened the confusion, if not completely removed it.
I wrote ahead-
It could be true for him too.
When he came home the next day his mom was in saree and very fresh and happy.
He took a nice look at her and understood that she was wearing a black bra within her maroon blouse and contrast orange color saree was looking ravishing on her.
---
I then hid the diary and went on to search mom. She was in her bedroom, lying on her stomach watching / reading something on phone.
When she realised I was in her room, she looked back without getting up. Just turned her torso to a side and looked at me.
I had already gone in third person view point and was looking at her blouse clad breast objectively. Her right breast was visible from where I stood and due to her pose. The pallu had drifted away and the pointy nipple area if blouse was kind of getting all the attention.
I made a note in my mind and continued to talk with her.
"I need your phone for few minutes"
(We were not allowed our own phones till we went to college)
She was little reluctant at giving me her phone.but still she gave it.
"Ok, give it back to me in 10-15 minutes.
And yes....No reading my personal messages"
This was first time she told me that specifically when giving me her phone.
"Okay mom, don't worry. I understand your privacy"
I said that and after having a last glance at her breast came back to my room.
I linked mom's whatsapp to browser, assuming she won't notice it.
I did not have any spying intentions, but still was curious as to whose message it was that made mom smile.
I tried to see but she probably deleted all the messages before giving the phone to me.
So I just kept the phone aside and started browsing something on internet aimlessly.
Suddenly there was a ping sound from laptop. I saw the whatsapp web blinking new message. It was from Chandra.
"Bhabhi, didn't you like your photos?"
I dared and typed,
"Got deleted as My son came in room. Please send again."
"Oh, okay, will send"
Next moment 3 snaps came in that chat window.
I downloaded them on PC and deleted msgs.
Before deleting, I said
"Deleting messages now. Will talk later."
"Ok"
I wondered how mom was ok with someone clicking her sensuous pics, sending them to her and is still able ti chat with her.
Where is her strictness?
Or is it really the charms of Chandra that even the most strict person like my mom got influenced?
I then handed over the phone to mom and came to my room to check the photos in detail.
My third person view came in.
Mrs. S's son couldn't hold his curiosity.
He checked those photos and was hard looking at them.
Those were the same photos taken by friend of his mom the other day.
She was bent with her saree pallu drifted away, cleavage clearly visible, black mole on her left breast upper part was visible too.
It was adding to his hardness.
He repeatedly saw those photos and when it became unbearable, he went to bathroom.
Friends storytelling, moms photos have had their effects and he came in no time.
He felt relieved at that. As if piled up tension of many days was gone.
--+
This third person view was my excuse for not having the guilt.
I understood it and was still convinced that it was the best way to continue my study without guilt getting in its way.
I ensured to hide the photos in a hidden folder and shut the laptop down.
I then dozed off soon.
When I woke up it was already 5 pm and tea time. mom came to my room with tea.
She kept the tray on table and as luck may have it, her pallu drifted away.
She was anyway cool as it was me who was in front of her. So she did not hurry at all to adjust her pallu.
---+
Mrs. S's son got a feast fir his eyes.
She was probably asleep in the noon and that made her hair dishhelved.
That somehow added to hotness of her.
Her cleavage was visible clearly to him.
He recalled the photos and there was a sparking similarity in the pose she was in.
Her black mole was 'Oh My God'....
He couldn't help but get hard again.
It was good that he was sitting on his bed else his mom would have got a shock of her life.
She took her time to adjust the pallu and then sat besides him to have her tea.
She was usual in her behavior with him and so caressing his hair, patting his shoulder etc was common and normal for her.
He on the other hand was now feeling something different about those things.
She didn't get that exactly, but at least understood that something is off about her son.
---+
I was split in two people. It was taking time fir me to adjust to that.
Mom didn't ask anything but she surely got that something was off. I had to make some excuse ready for that too.
But Mrs. S's son was happy.
He had got the photos to look at any time and was also having a first hand memory of his mom's bent show from up close.
He was sure to shah at that in the night.
TBC.
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