17-10-2019, 06:03 PM
Mom,” if I will apply force then you will become rude and more rebellious, you are in teen, hormone rage is normal, love and soft word is correct way to behavioural correction.”
I,” Mom why do not you wear colourful saree, you look old in white saree.”
Madan supported me, we insist on wearing her colourful saree. Madan” I do not like my friend look so boring.”
I,” rather mom you can wear salwar kamiz, skirt top, jeans top.”
Mom,” whoaa , young man you want to be your mother look like young girl.”
I,” you are young, look at girls riding bike in colourful dresses, you will be cool, who knows you will get a life partner and i get a new dad.”
Mom,” shut up boy.”
Me and Madan in unison,” no you will be stunning Yaar, that too in bike, purchase a new one bike, how about Ducatti, you will be riding Ducatti in different dresses.”
Mom,” ok, my new attire I will accept, but you have to purchase clothes too. I think formal shirt pant will suit for my son and salwar kamiz will suit for my friend. Madan you are comfortable in wearing nighty, salwar, moreover feel free to wear in house, it is pretty isolated no one will recognize, moreover you can wear those unisexual clothes to college. I can understand your breasts are growing, do not worry it is
not issue here.”
I,” so why do not we make a pact, we will purchase for you, you purchase for us, just drop us at ladies shop and you go to anywhere to shop.”
Mom agreed, next day brand new Ducatti delivered home, Mom did wheelies, we clapped, she took us to ladies showroom, we had taken mom’s blouse, petticoat as sample of her size along bra panty. We purchased colourful sarees, ghaghra choli, backless blouse, skirt, top, jeans, half pant, salwar kamiz for
mom. It was billed around 2 lakh. Mom also purchased something for us. Mom came with her bike and we returned home. Mom went for freshen up, to surprise her we wanted to keep her dresses in her almirah. Next day was mother’s day.
Till now I have never wished this day to Mom, so I wanted something special. Madan eased my tension,” you should serve your Mom whole day.” I agreed with some more plans, night mother went to sleep, I silently went to Madan’s room. We went to kitchen, Madan instructed me to prepare a cake, I did it myself, then I went to sleep. I woke up at morning 4 AM, cleaned the house, had bath, cleaned kitchen. I sat in front of mom and looked her sleeping peacefully. 5 AM Mom woke up, her eyes on me, I touched her feet wished happy mother’s day. When she sat, I took a bowl of water washed her feet drank some and sprinkled some on my head said,” Mom you are my father mother friend philosopher guide, you are my God, today I will worship you, promise you will not do a single house work today. Promise me.”
Mom with happy face agreed, I have arranged her brush, Mom cut cake.
I,” Mom you have fed me many times today I will feed you.” Mom was in tears, I fed her with my hands, I cooked food myself watching from youtube, it sucked in taste but Mom ate it happily. It was noon, I requested Mom for my love wear only blouse and petticoat with no saree.Mom agreed for my sake.
I,” Mom how was I in childhood, I miss those bonding days.”
Mom,” I want those days back, you small cutie smile after I milk feed you, I wish I could milk feed you again.”
I,” I wish I could.”
Mom,” in mother’s day can you feel me my motherhood.” I,” how.”
Mom walked in room thinking something, 1st time I was seeing huge back , swaying fleshy hips, deep naval and large strong belly, Mom took one book studied, she searched something in net. She went inside came wearing very old green colour backless bikini blouse and small sarong
Mom,” Babu can you massage my belly with aromatic oil. “ she asked Madan to give us some privacy. I massaged her stomach for 30 minutes, Mom lifted her sarong, tied her thighs together, she used
strings of blouse to apply some pressure points on back and massaging vigourously her breast points, in
30 minutes she called me inside, room was aromatic fragrants, light mantra chanted by Mom. Mom,” Babu come soon drink your mother’s milk. Do not torture me by taking time.”
She has removed her blouse but one strng still intact, I saw boobs as large as her belly 46DD swelling veins hard. I sat beside mom, mom picked me and placed on top of her body, I hugged her breast and started sucking, Milk came, I drank happily from both breasts for one hour, my stomach was full. Mom stay exhausted as process was not natural, never saw tired face of her, yet satisfied, her legs shaking, her body full of estrogen. I slept on top of her for 4 hours. It was 4 pm.
Mom came outside wearing blouse and petticoat.she saw Madan with swollen eyes, she said sorry for asking him to provide privacy. Madan,” I miss my mom today.”
Mom said thats no problem, they are travelling to his house will stay there night and return tomorrow. Madan jumped to Mom hugged and kissed on her cheek happily. Mom decided she will ride wearing only blouse and petticoat. I was delighted. Mom asked Madan to be special, wear costly saree and
blouse so that his mom will be happy. Madan took 10 minutes to wear saree and came, he had kept his hair open. We joined for another bike ride with Mom on helm.
2 hour later we reached Madan’s house. My KTM bike was there. Madan ran inside his house, his mother welcomed us, she was feeling better. We sat, his sister was also home, she was no other than Manasi. I,” Manasi, you are here.”
Manasi,” yes, it is my house, are you Madan’s friend, aunty you are hosting Madan, madan has a lot of praise to you, thank God we met. I have a lot of thanks for bike , treatment of Madan, accepting his feminity.”
Manasi was in blouse and a small towel as sarong. Her breast were large and large hard belly, large ass like mom. Mom and mansai talked, Madan and I prepared food, Madan feed his mom in his own hand then his elder sister as elder sister is also regarded as mother.
I took courage asked Mom I like Manasi but do not know what she thinks. Mom directly opened the topic with Manasi and her Mom. Manasi also asserted that she loves me.
Manasi’s mom,” what about study.”
Manasi,” we will remain as boyfriend and girlfriend till I start my ad agency, then I will marry Satish, but
I want to keep my Mom with me, only I fear who will take care of my mother she is ill, Madan for job will go outside.”
I,” I will keep her care, I will be a full time house husband rest assured, only thing is I require your back to hold in bike ride and sleep over your body.”
Manasi laughed said,” thank you for easing my family, but I can not provide any dowry.” Mom,” I will give dowry to my son.”
Manasi,” No I want to take care of my family with my own hands.” Manasi,” then I think I have right for my love.”
I,” wait, I do not like this proposal, what I want is make it social , not a small one, how you will decide,
then I will approve or reject.”
Manasi,” ok, my boss. Wait for this Sunday.” I,” I will.”
All said,” we will.”
Night I massaged my mother’s feet, Madan massaged his mom and sister’s feet for mother’s day. Next day while returning Manasi told me not to go to college till Sunday with smile , I agreed.
Mom’s commando bike roared, she was pressing accelerator high with full clutched, she released clutch
in jolt , bike leapt forward to me, I feared but mom in one hand lifted me and put me on back seat, she zoomed .
On route mom said,” how do you like to be proposed, what will Manasi do.” I,” Mom just teach me how to cook.”
Mom,” already eager, definitely my boy.”
In two days i learnt how to make tea and pakodas. It was Sunday, Mom told me to wake up early have a bath and clean the house, i applied turmeric sandalwood paste over my body, waxed my little body hairs, shampooed my hair had steam bath. After I came from bath I asked Mom what should I wear. Mom gave me a pink colour salwar punjabi.
I,” Mom these are pink, that too salwar.”
Mom,” girls love pink, salwar also worn by men too. It will look nice on you, I think she will like you in this attire.”
I agreed, Mom put a pink lipstick on my lips, a pink bindi and two pink bangles on my hand. I merely looked as passable girl. From distance i heard bike sounds, I went to balcony, from distance of 400 mtr I saw a nice view. They were my 11 classmates including principal. Each riding one bike, all were riding single, it was like a formation of stunt. On front principal madam was riding in front wheel only, her bike was Ducatti scrambler. Behind her were 3 bikes royal enfield himalaya , each girls in saree, they were also riding front wheel. Then followed 4 bikes , girls in saree, they were standing on seat holding each others hand, they were in Honda rebel cruiser. Behind them were 2 girls crisscrossing each other in royal enfield electra. I could not see Manasi. 200 mtr behind the group Mansi was riding her KTM, she was sleeping with her legs folded on handle.
Uniqueness was all bikes were painted red, girls wore red saree, with many jewelleries, a medallion made of steel as large as fist with a bike inscribed in centre and words written Mardani Bikerni around it hanging in front of saree. Red large ear rings dangling, each wore red turban like kings do,on forehead red tilakam. They had black leather jacket on saree, with black boots upto ankle high, boot had heels very shar pointed made of steel, front of boot also curved. On waists tied to saree was daggers like sikh men keep. On back of jacket was a group photo over a scorpion. They too saw me, seeing me they gave loud roar of bullet and saluted me, like I am VIP getting saluted independence day.
I quickly went inside, Mom was wearing as usual white saree with full blouse. I asked mom to change some colourful saree, mom replied she had none. I told her about colourful dress attired by girls, Mom said then she will remain in blouse petticoat.
I,” mom, they are your girl friends now, what will they think you are so old fashioned, this time you will have chance to socialize with them, you will spend your girls night out , may join their gang. 1st impression also matters, in only blouse petticoat you will look old like a maid.”
Mom,” then what shall I wear, Madan is not here to help me, he has some ideas always.” I,” Mom why do not you wear my red shirt pant, at least colour will match.”
Mom,” but what about size.”
I saw my cupboard ,” choose any you want else remain in blouse petticoat, be little stylish atleast wear petticoat below waist.”
Mom thought some time ,” wait for 5 minute outside room.”
I went to balcony now the girls had gathered in one place just 50 metre away from house, they started doing some stunts like rotating bike in one leg while standing on bike, pyramid in one bike, butterfly in bike, rotating bike while their feet on ground, the steel spiked heel was sparking fire from ground, bikes jumping above one another.
Mom came near to me, she was wearing my red track pant, it was so tighly held her body, her pussy depression clearly visible with ass crack, it will tear soon handling mom’s bigger ass cheeks, thighs was too tight, she was wearing my red shirt only two buttons near breast rest opened and shirt tied below breast. Her hair is open. She took her bike and drove 50 metre to welcome whole gang, women hugged each other smiling, near gate mom called me.
As decided i came with Aarti thali, seeing women in turban , saree, heeled shoes upto ankle and daggeres tied to petticoat, I was getting a boner, yet I controlled it. I touched every girls feet, i worshipped their bikes too, pouring water on tyres from a silver jug. Girls went inside, mom forbade them to remove shoes. Girls were giggling, they were sitting majestically , they removed their jacket only, kept the turban like women wear in Maharasthra in gudi pava. I offered them tea and pakodas. I could not watch Manasi directly as she was wearing only saree nothing else, her big stomach bicep all visible, what was more her dark nipples protuding in excitation, pussy juice dripping and drenching saree, she had clean pubic, which was drenched too, wet saree from pussy juice sticking pussy clearly visible.
Principal,” just wait for marriage, you are already wet seeing your love.”
Words more, each movent of mine was exciting Manasi, her saree was folding deep inside pussy to soak more cum, she was just watching me, her whole front saree was wet from love. After snacks i took plate, while taking plate from Manasi she hold my hand said,” you are looking beautiful in pink salwar pink lipstick, pink bindi and bangles.” I shied, one girl said,” ohoooo.” Others chided me.
Principal,” you are lucky Manasi to get a boy like him.”
I,” Mom why do not you wear colourful saree, you look old in white saree.”
Madan supported me, we insist on wearing her colourful saree. Madan” I do not like my friend look so boring.”
I,” rather mom you can wear salwar kamiz, skirt top, jeans top.”
Mom,” whoaa , young man you want to be your mother look like young girl.”
I,” you are young, look at girls riding bike in colourful dresses, you will be cool, who knows you will get a life partner and i get a new dad.”
Mom,” shut up boy.”
Me and Madan in unison,” no you will be stunning Yaar, that too in bike, purchase a new one bike, how about Ducatti, you will be riding Ducatti in different dresses.”
Mom,” ok, my new attire I will accept, but you have to purchase clothes too. I think formal shirt pant will suit for my son and salwar kamiz will suit for my friend. Madan you are comfortable in wearing nighty, salwar, moreover feel free to wear in house, it is pretty isolated no one will recognize, moreover you can wear those unisexual clothes to college. I can understand your breasts are growing, do not worry it is
not issue here.”
I,” so why do not we make a pact, we will purchase for you, you purchase for us, just drop us at ladies shop and you go to anywhere to shop.”
Mom agreed, next day brand new Ducatti delivered home, Mom did wheelies, we clapped, she took us to ladies showroom, we had taken mom’s blouse, petticoat as sample of her size along bra panty. We purchased colourful sarees, ghaghra choli, backless blouse, skirt, top, jeans, half pant, salwar kamiz for
mom. It was billed around 2 lakh. Mom also purchased something for us. Mom came with her bike and we returned home. Mom went for freshen up, to surprise her we wanted to keep her dresses in her almirah. Next day was mother’s day.
Till now I have never wished this day to Mom, so I wanted something special. Madan eased my tension,” you should serve your Mom whole day.” I agreed with some more plans, night mother went to sleep, I silently went to Madan’s room. We went to kitchen, Madan instructed me to prepare a cake, I did it myself, then I went to sleep. I woke up at morning 4 AM, cleaned the house, had bath, cleaned kitchen. I sat in front of mom and looked her sleeping peacefully. 5 AM Mom woke up, her eyes on me, I touched her feet wished happy mother’s day. When she sat, I took a bowl of water washed her feet drank some and sprinkled some on my head said,” Mom you are my father mother friend philosopher guide, you are my God, today I will worship you, promise you will not do a single house work today. Promise me.”
Mom with happy face agreed, I have arranged her brush, Mom cut cake.
I,” Mom you have fed me many times today I will feed you.” Mom was in tears, I fed her with my hands, I cooked food myself watching from youtube, it sucked in taste but Mom ate it happily. It was noon, I requested Mom for my love wear only blouse and petticoat with no saree.Mom agreed for my sake.
I,” Mom how was I in childhood, I miss those bonding days.”
Mom,” I want those days back, you small cutie smile after I milk feed you, I wish I could milk feed you again.”
I,” I wish I could.”
Mom,” in mother’s day can you feel me my motherhood.” I,” how.”
Mom walked in room thinking something, 1st time I was seeing huge back , swaying fleshy hips, deep naval and large strong belly, Mom took one book studied, she searched something in net. She went inside came wearing very old green colour backless bikini blouse and small sarong
Mom,” Babu can you massage my belly with aromatic oil. “ she asked Madan to give us some privacy. I massaged her stomach for 30 minutes, Mom lifted her sarong, tied her thighs together, she used
strings of blouse to apply some pressure points on back and massaging vigourously her breast points, in
30 minutes she called me inside, room was aromatic fragrants, light mantra chanted by Mom. Mom,” Babu come soon drink your mother’s milk. Do not torture me by taking time.”
She has removed her blouse but one strng still intact, I saw boobs as large as her belly 46DD swelling veins hard. I sat beside mom, mom picked me and placed on top of her body, I hugged her breast and started sucking, Milk came, I drank happily from both breasts for one hour, my stomach was full. Mom stay exhausted as process was not natural, never saw tired face of her, yet satisfied, her legs shaking, her body full of estrogen. I slept on top of her for 4 hours. It was 4 pm.
Mom came outside wearing blouse and petticoat.she saw Madan with swollen eyes, she said sorry for asking him to provide privacy. Madan,” I miss my mom today.”
Mom said thats no problem, they are travelling to his house will stay there night and return tomorrow. Madan jumped to Mom hugged and kissed on her cheek happily. Mom decided she will ride wearing only blouse and petticoat. I was delighted. Mom asked Madan to be special, wear costly saree and
blouse so that his mom will be happy. Madan took 10 minutes to wear saree and came, he had kept his hair open. We joined for another bike ride with Mom on helm.
2 hour later we reached Madan’s house. My KTM bike was there. Madan ran inside his house, his mother welcomed us, she was feeling better. We sat, his sister was also home, she was no other than Manasi. I,” Manasi, you are here.”
Manasi,” yes, it is my house, are you Madan’s friend, aunty you are hosting Madan, madan has a lot of praise to you, thank God we met. I have a lot of thanks for bike , treatment of Madan, accepting his feminity.”
Manasi was in blouse and a small towel as sarong. Her breast were large and large hard belly, large ass like mom. Mom and mansai talked, Madan and I prepared food, Madan feed his mom in his own hand then his elder sister as elder sister is also regarded as mother.
I took courage asked Mom I like Manasi but do not know what she thinks. Mom directly opened the topic with Manasi and her Mom. Manasi also asserted that she loves me.
Manasi’s mom,” what about study.”
Manasi,” we will remain as boyfriend and girlfriend till I start my ad agency, then I will marry Satish, but
I want to keep my Mom with me, only I fear who will take care of my mother she is ill, Madan for job will go outside.”
I,” I will keep her care, I will be a full time house husband rest assured, only thing is I require your back to hold in bike ride and sleep over your body.”
Manasi laughed said,” thank you for easing my family, but I can not provide any dowry.” Mom,” I will give dowry to my son.”
Manasi,” No I want to take care of my family with my own hands.” Manasi,” then I think I have right for my love.”
I,” wait, I do not like this proposal, what I want is make it social , not a small one, how you will decide,
then I will approve or reject.”
Manasi,” ok, my boss. Wait for this Sunday.” I,” I will.”
All said,” we will.”
Night I massaged my mother’s feet, Madan massaged his mom and sister’s feet for mother’s day. Next day while returning Manasi told me not to go to college till Sunday with smile , I agreed.
Mom’s commando bike roared, she was pressing accelerator high with full clutched, she released clutch
in jolt , bike leapt forward to me, I feared but mom in one hand lifted me and put me on back seat, she zoomed .
On route mom said,” how do you like to be proposed, what will Manasi do.” I,” Mom just teach me how to cook.”
Mom,” already eager, definitely my boy.”
In two days i learnt how to make tea and pakodas. It was Sunday, Mom told me to wake up early have a bath and clean the house, i applied turmeric sandalwood paste over my body, waxed my little body hairs, shampooed my hair had steam bath. After I came from bath I asked Mom what should I wear. Mom gave me a pink colour salwar punjabi.
I,” Mom these are pink, that too salwar.”
Mom,” girls love pink, salwar also worn by men too. It will look nice on you, I think she will like you in this attire.”
I agreed, Mom put a pink lipstick on my lips, a pink bindi and two pink bangles on my hand. I merely looked as passable girl. From distance i heard bike sounds, I went to balcony, from distance of 400 mtr I saw a nice view. They were my 11 classmates including principal. Each riding one bike, all were riding single, it was like a formation of stunt. On front principal madam was riding in front wheel only, her bike was Ducatti scrambler. Behind her were 3 bikes royal enfield himalaya , each girls in saree, they were also riding front wheel. Then followed 4 bikes , girls in saree, they were standing on seat holding each others hand, they were in Honda rebel cruiser. Behind them were 2 girls crisscrossing each other in royal enfield electra. I could not see Manasi. 200 mtr behind the group Mansi was riding her KTM, she was sleeping with her legs folded on handle.
Uniqueness was all bikes were painted red, girls wore red saree, with many jewelleries, a medallion made of steel as large as fist with a bike inscribed in centre and words written Mardani Bikerni around it hanging in front of saree. Red large ear rings dangling, each wore red turban like kings do,on forehead red tilakam. They had black leather jacket on saree, with black boots upto ankle high, boot had heels very shar pointed made of steel, front of boot also curved. On waists tied to saree was daggers like sikh men keep. On back of jacket was a group photo over a scorpion. They too saw me, seeing me they gave loud roar of bullet and saluted me, like I am VIP getting saluted independence day.
I quickly went inside, Mom was wearing as usual white saree with full blouse. I asked mom to change some colourful saree, mom replied she had none. I told her about colourful dress attired by girls, Mom said then she will remain in blouse petticoat.
I,” mom, they are your girl friends now, what will they think you are so old fashioned, this time you will have chance to socialize with them, you will spend your girls night out , may join their gang. 1st impression also matters, in only blouse petticoat you will look old like a maid.”
Mom,” then what shall I wear, Madan is not here to help me, he has some ideas always.” I,” Mom why do not you wear my red shirt pant, at least colour will match.”
Mom,” but what about size.”
I saw my cupboard ,” choose any you want else remain in blouse petticoat, be little stylish atleast wear petticoat below waist.”
Mom thought some time ,” wait for 5 minute outside room.”
I went to balcony now the girls had gathered in one place just 50 metre away from house, they started doing some stunts like rotating bike in one leg while standing on bike, pyramid in one bike, butterfly in bike, rotating bike while their feet on ground, the steel spiked heel was sparking fire from ground, bikes jumping above one another.
Mom came near to me, she was wearing my red track pant, it was so tighly held her body, her pussy depression clearly visible with ass crack, it will tear soon handling mom’s bigger ass cheeks, thighs was too tight, she was wearing my red shirt only two buttons near breast rest opened and shirt tied below breast. Her hair is open. She took her bike and drove 50 metre to welcome whole gang, women hugged each other smiling, near gate mom called me.
As decided i came with Aarti thali, seeing women in turban , saree, heeled shoes upto ankle and daggeres tied to petticoat, I was getting a boner, yet I controlled it. I touched every girls feet, i worshipped their bikes too, pouring water on tyres from a silver jug. Girls went inside, mom forbade them to remove shoes. Girls were giggling, they were sitting majestically , they removed their jacket only, kept the turban like women wear in Maharasthra in gudi pava. I offered them tea and pakodas. I could not watch Manasi directly as she was wearing only saree nothing else, her big stomach bicep all visible, what was more her dark nipples protuding in excitation, pussy juice dripping and drenching saree, she had clean pubic, which was drenched too, wet saree from pussy juice sticking pussy clearly visible.
Principal,” just wait for marriage, you are already wet seeing your love.”
Words more, each movent of mine was exciting Manasi, her saree was folding deep inside pussy to soak more cum, she was just watching me, her whole front saree was wet from love. After snacks i took plate, while taking plate from Manasi she hold my hand said,” you are looking beautiful in pink salwar pink lipstick, pink bindi and bangles.” I shied, one girl said,” ohoooo.” Others chided me.
Principal,” you are lucky Manasi to get a boy like him.”
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