Adultery Only Indian Stories (regularly updated)

[sarit11]

I had a few plans for the weekend all of which went for a toss. I lay on my bed a confused man, still unable to believe what I have seen or rather what I shouldn't have seen at all. I was grown up enough to think about the sexual implications of whatever my mother did and for a moment even wondered if my Dad's passion for excellence in his career could be one of the reasons for her straying ways. Whatever it is, she was supposed to lead a life, expected of a typical conservative Indian woman notwithstanding the several temptations. I even feared that my mother could try something sinister like attempting suicide unable to withstand the indignity of her son witnessing her act of infidelity. While I kept squeezing my brain repeatedly thinking about the sequence of events again and again, my mother stepped in after gently tapping the door.

Her saree was wrinkled while her blouse exposed he bra strap on the right shoulder. She sat besides me on the cot and glared at me tilting her head. I reciprocated her stare as I was fuming inside and thought of even asking her how she dared to sit close to me after the preposterous act she had committed.

'I know you are shocked,' She spoke gently without even batting her eyelids and looking straight into my eyes." You probably never expected this from me, I suppose.' I sighed in disgust and really did not feel like replying to her.

'You must understand that your mother is also a woman; with flesh, bones and a few emotions,' She kept talking as though she never expected me to respond to her. I decided to be tight lipped as she started narrating her disappointments in life and her frustrations caused because of my Dad's insatiable hunger for money. Soon, she was treading dangerously as she touched upon masturbation and its futility to justify her search for someone who cared to please her sexually. Strangely, I started paying attention to whatever she was telling once her talks started centering on eroticism. The more she spoke, the keener I was listening to her and realized that I was getting a hard on. I reached out for a pillow to place it on my laps to conceal the bulge which was causing me extreme discomfort. Not intending although, I glanced at her while she leaned back sideways, letting her saree to slide down a bit to reveal a portion of her right breast under the cover of her blouse. I also noticed the opening in front of her blouse revealing her cleavage right in the middle of her huge breasts which appeared to be in fantastic shape. My mother was soon on the cot completely, lifting and placing her legs menacingly closer to me. The clean flaps of saree meticulously folded and inserted in between her petticoat and stomach further induced my arousal. I feared that my swelling dick would burst like a cracker sooner or later.

As I switched to her eyes, I found that they were static and still into my eyes. I thought if the day would be a witness to more events than what had already happened. We were staring at each other with mixed thoughts and time was ticking. Am I being a bit harsh with my mother? I asked myself. Should I convince her that I wish to forget whatever happened today? Will a gentle pat on her shoulders do? I thought it won't be a bad idea to touch her for the purpose of consoling her and let my right hand to stretch towards her left shoulder. As I faintly touched her shoulders, the slippery silk saree skid through her shoulders exposing her bloused breasts and the sexy cleavage. My mother smiled before her fingers started undoing the clips on her blouse. I watched breathlessly as she got rid of her blouse from her body. Her globes hardly held in her tight bra, swung as she breathed. She closed her eyes while her palms slid under her breasts to squeeze them. She was biting her lower lips after every squeeze and was letting a hissing sound release through her lips. My dick had swollen to unimaginable size while I watched her with thorough excitement. Soon my mother fell flat on the cot stretching her entire body. Her fingers descended onto the petticoat and a gentle pull was all she did to release her waist and below from the cover. She lifted her legs, folded them to push the petticoat through and out of her feet. My heart was beating fast while my mouth was getting dry.

She was whimpering on the bed showing her breasts as though I should feel them. I got closer to her lying back and letting our bodies touch in the process. She immediately relieved her left hand from the breast cupping assignment and it soon started searching between my thighs. All the ill feelings have gone for good and I was getting curious as to when she would take off her bra. Her finger nails were trailing the soft skin of my inner thighs and teasing over my bulge. I felt like closing my eyes to enjoy the feel of my mother's fingers on my erection. It was brief although as she grabbed my zip to scale it down in a flash.