When I was younger my mother used to change in front of me. This was obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her room. She even used to ask me to unhook her bra sometimes when she couldn't reach behind her back. I did this until about I was ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away.
Then slowly my mother weaned me off this habit. And I didn't think too much of it. Heck, I didn't even find her attractive when I was a child. But as I started growing up, I started to recall some of those sessions in her bedroom. I remembered getting fascinated about her body - about how different it was from my own and how I wanted to examine it closely. I remembered sneaking peaks at her overgrown pubic hair sticking out from her vaginal area as I stared at her from the side. Now that I am starting to remember, she never really gave me a full frontal view. She was always turned either away from me or at an angle from me. I never really got to see her boobs that clearly either. I wasn't much interested in boobs then. I was just always amazed by the fact that she had hair around her crotch and she didn't have a penis sticking out of it like I did. I wondered what was hidden behind all that hair. This wasn't sexual, just childish curiosity.
My first summer returning from college, I found myself recalling more vividly the time with my mother in those intimate situations. My dad spent his days at work and my sister was taking summer classes at a local community college. So all day I had plenty of chances to get bored and muster up all kinds of thoughts to myself. I would watch my mother walk around tending to house chores and get flashbacks to the times I had seen her body and I wished I could get another peek at it.
My mom is in her mid-40s now. She has a nice petite body which is in surprisingly good shape given her age. Her B-cup tits are firm and still very noticeable. One thing worth knowing about my mother is that she is a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Mostly, she just goes about her business and pays little attention to her appearance.
She was especially affectionate to me that summer. Apparently she still thought I was 10 years old and couldn't handle being away on my own. She coddled me a lot, often volunteering to do my laundry and cook special dishes for me.
Like I mentioned above, my mom was carefree and outgoing. Though very traditional, she never wore a protective scarf around her neck like most Indian ladies do. Apparently, she also never really thought about the fact that her son was now a grown man.
As my mother walked around the house, her hourglass figure was enhanced by the tight long Indian top (kamiz) and lose Indian pajamas (shalwar) she used to wear. Since she never wore the neck scarf (dopatta) around the house, the shape of her boobs was very discernable. They just rose out of her chest and stared at me square in the eye. As I mentioned, it was summertime, so most of her kamiz-es (long Indian shirts) were of thin cotton material. This material hugged her skin and I could see every curve on her body.
Ogling at my mother made me feel embarrassed and dirty at times. I was still very close to her and looked up to her in many ways. She had raised me and my sister well.
But sometimes, I don't know why, I just wanted to be intimate with her again. I didn't necessarily want to have sex with her. I just wanted to be close to her. I don't know what it was. I guess I missed being a child. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't yet mature enough to be on my own.
--
One Sunday afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV in the living room, when she stood up and headed to the bathroom. This bathroom was connected to the living room.
My sister didn't realize that my mom was in the shower. She just walked up to the bathroom door and opened it. The door flung open. I immediately froze sitting there with my mouth open staring at what was happening. I guess my mom had forgotten to lock the door.
A second later, my sister and I were staring at my mom -- dripping but naked. Between the two seconds that my sister immediately turned around and closed the door, I got a good look at my mom's body. She had soap on her face and her eyes were closed. I caught a nice glimpse of her plump boobs and tightly-wound body. Her lovely curves made a nice shape. I saw her cross her thighs as she yelled at my sister to close the door, which she did immediately.
My sister was now half laughing and half apologizing profusely.
My mom simply said "It's ok, I am sorry I forgot to lock the door."
My sister, who is younger than me, kept laughing. But I was turned on.
--
A few days later I happened to come home from hanging out early. As I walked in and settled down in the living room, another weird thing happened.
I saw my mother completely naked as she was coming out of the same bathroom. She was kind of hunched over as if she was carrying something heavy, but soon enough she spotted me. She gasped and ran back inside the bathroom.
"I am so sorry I didn't know you were home so early!" She called out as she ran inside the bathroom.
"It's ok." I replied. "What were you doing? Are you ok?"
"Yes. I just got done taking a shower, and I realized I forgot to bring my clothes with me, so I was going to quickly get them."
"Oh okay," I said, still a bit shocked at what had happened. I couldn't think straight. My eyes had gone straight to her hairy crotch and that patch of pubic hair was dancing around my eyes.
"Well... don't just stand there. Can you please get them for me?" She requested.
"OK. Which ones?" I asked, breaking out of my trance, trying to shake the image of her naked body.
"They are on my bed." She told me.
"Ok."
I went and got her long Indian top and lose bottoms from the bed.
"Here you go." I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Thanks," She said as she opened a little crevice, extended her arm and got the clothes from me.
"Okay," I said as I walked away.
I was horny as hell now. I think I might have seen the line of her pussy amidst the tuft of pubic hair which she had growing in her crotch. "Why doesn't she shave?" I thought to myself. I was asking myself this, and many other questions. They were silly questions really. Like I wondered how her crotch smelled. I fantasized about licking it one day. I also fantasized about biting her nipples. I was getting turned on by my own mother. I felt dirty. But I couldn't help it.
"God" I said to myself, frustrated. "Why does this keep happening?"
This was two days in a row that I had seen her buck naked. I was 19 for crying out loud. What was I supposed to do?
I went inside my room and masturbated.
--
As I mentioned, this was summer. My friends and I had planned a road trip up to Toronto one weekend. I had been gone for 3 days. Throughout this time, I had to regularly check in with my mom -- being as obsessed as she was with her kids, she got worried easily.
When I returned, her joy was a thing to be seen. As soon as I opened the front door and walked in to the house, she came running out of her bedroom.
She caught me in the foyer. Gasping with joy, she engulfed me in a tight embrace.
"Mom!" I said, laughing.
"Oh I am so glad you are here." She said and squeezed me tight.
She wasn't wearing the dopatta (Indian scarf) to cover her chest. Her B sized tits raised from her chest like little hills. She was wearing a padded bra. I felt her lobes of love get buried inside my chest as she squeezed me. I was taller than her. Her arms were wrapped around my chest.
I hugged her back and pressed my chest into hers.
This was a first.
In the past, she had always squeezed me like this and I had never bothered to even move. Those had been mother-son type of hugs. I had never squeezed her back! Maybe when I was 5 but never since adulthood.
"I missed you too," I said affectionately.
"Awww my son," she said giddily as she looked into my eyes, still hugging me tight.
She hadn't noticed that I was feeling her tits press against my chest.
At least 30 seconds had passed by since initial contact. With her boobs burying into my chest, and the sweet smell of her freshly washed hair reaching my nose, I was beginning to get turned on. When I grabbed her back, my hands had landed at her bra buckle. This was a man's embrace to a woman he was attracted to. And sure enough, the physical consequences of my thoughts had now started to make their inevitable appearance.
My cock had slowly moved and in the span of the last 10 seconds, was now erect enough for her to notice. My dick was at her upper crotch level. As it got harder, it rose up and pressed against her upper pussy area.
She immediately realized it was my cock pressing against her crotch as instantaneously as a gazelle senses out an approaching predator.
With a reflex-like jerk action, she pulled her hips back. At first she had a look of disbelief. I wondered how long it would take for her to realize that her son was after all a man. As she let go, she gave me another maternal-type hug -- potentially trying to salvage any affection left over from our initial contact, trying to forget about the last 10 sexual seconds. This time, she loosely hugged me, visibly pulling her crotch back and just rubbing her arm across my back. Then she stepped back, pulled my head towards her and kissed my forehead.
"Let me get you some food," saying this, she smiled affectionately and went to the kitchen.
--
I think my mother was understandably shocked after feeling my hard-on press up against her pussy. She hadn't hugged me in 3 days. Other than this though, her behavior towards me was normally affectionate. Maybe she was trying to cope with the fact that her little boy was all grown up now -- that he had sexual feelings too -- that he was an adult just like her.
--
My habit of sleeping in was in its full bloom. Nothing better than staying up all night and then waking up late during summer vacations.
Saturday morning, I decided to sleep in again. I heard my mom calling my name. She had entered my room and was telling me it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon and I should get up.
As I opened my eyes, I saw her standing at the door, waiting for me to get up. God knows what the heck I was dreaming about, but I had a full and raging hard on. And to make things worse, I found myself waking up laying flat on my back. The result?
My cock was making a big tent in my pajamas and the tent was right there, wide open for her to look at.
Almost gasping immediately I turned to one side and asked her to leave.
"I have been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes standing here, but I don't know what you are dreaming of; you don't even hear me." She laughed.
"What?" I asked, embarrassed as hell.
She smiled and walked away. She had dropped a hint that she had seen my erect cock poking through my pants.
Was she staring at my erection? She is too mature, polite and religious for that.
Regardless, I was now up to the brim with sexual energy. I couldn't take it any longer.
--
That weekend I mostly kept to myself. This physical attraction towards my mother was driving me nuts.
What if I figure out a way to see her naked again? Maybe she will let me. I am her son after all. Would she be angry?
Maybe she won't say anything. Maybe she will shrug it off as another one of my immature acts. A lot was going through my mind. The most important thing was the bond between a mother and son which was banging through my head as I tried to find middle ground between my sexual desires and family sanctity.
--
During the weekdays, my mom used to take naps throughout the day as she took breaks from household work. I felt like this was a good opportunity for me to find her alone and oblivious. At least I could take a look at her sleep, if not naked ever again. In hindsight, this was really desperate but I obviously didn't care.
Around 2 PM, as she went into her bedroom, I waited in the living room. She would be fast asleep in about half an hour.
Fortunately, as I peeked inside her room, she was indeed passed out and snoring lightly.
"Yes!" I thought to myself. Obviously I was so horny, I hadn't accounted for any reality. The question of 'how I would explain myself if she woke up and saw me staring at her' hadn't even crossed my mind.
Standing inside her bedroom, I watched her sleep. Ten minutes must have passed by as I stripped her naked in my imagination.
I know this was sick. But I was overcome by an uncontrollable urge. An urge which had made me willing to risk destroying any mother-son relationship.
And now here I was, staring at her body -- the object of my desire, the center of my attraction and what an attraction it was. I held tremendous amount of respect for her. It wasn't my intention to ever let that position be affected. I don't even know how animalistic my desire was. All I knew was that I had been fascinated with her body ever since I could recall. All I wanted was a closer look. All I wanted was just to be able to kiss every inch of her body, and lick every part.
Thinking these thoughts, I made a slow move towards her bed. She was dressed in the same Indian long shirt (kamiz) and lose pajamas (shalwar) that I have described throughout this story. The shirt is long, and usually hangs around the knees while the pajamas are very lose and are held up with a waistband.
I got close and watched her sleep. She was sleeping on her left side, facing me, breathing slowly.
I mustered up courage and lifted her shirt -- this was akin to lifting a skirt, only she was wearing a shalwar (the Indian pajamas) underneath. Her crotch was now only covered with her shalwar. Just a thin folded cloth to go...
I could see the waistband sticking out of the shalwar.
All I had to do was loosen the string, pull on it and it would come open. Suddenly she took a deeper breath in her sleep and changed sides.
Her ass was now facing me. There was no way I could have pulled the string now, as I would have to crawl onto her bed to do so.
Disappointed, I retreated. I went back to my room and masturbated thinking of her.
----
I wasn't deterred by this failure. If anything, I was encouraged by the fact that she hadn't heard me walk in and hadn't felt anything when I lifted her kamiz.
The next morning she came to wake me up as she would normally do. We went through our routines as usual until the afternoon when I saw her walk into the shower. Initially of course I thought nothing of it. Though I wasn't rattled by the previous day's occurring I was just a bit scared about what she must have been thinking.
I was sitting in my living room thinking all this. Pretty soon she came out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She was wearing a light shalwar and kameez. The thin cotton material stick to her semi-wet body as I saw her walk to her room drying her hair. The sweet fragrance of her body filled the room. I sniffed and soaked it in.
About ten minutes or so later, I heard her call for me.
"Raja." ... just like she used to.
"Yes?" I answered back.
"Can you please come in and help me buckle this blouse?" I could not believe my ears.
"Yes, be right there."
Shaking, I got up and walked in. I slowly cracked open her half-closed bedroom door.
There she stood with her back towards me, wearing the same thin shalwar that I had seen her walk in with, except that the kamiz (shirt) was off. She was wearing a bra which half hung loose from her boobs.
Hearing me walk in, she turned around and smiled. I returned the smile and walked towards her.
"I can't reach behind my back," she told me.
"Don't worry," I said. "Which hook?"
"The second one"
"Okay," I said as she turned around.
As I moved closer to hook her bra, she straightened her back but looked down and started to untie her shalwar. I let out a small gasp as my hands trembled while trying to grasp her bra straps.
Turns out she was just tightening her shalwar by untying and pulling the strings together. But while doing that, as her shalwar loosened around her waist, I looked down and got a good view of her asscrack extending downwards towards her vagina. I was now extremely hard. Breathing heavily, I murmured,
"Is it done?"
"Yes, it's alright." She replied and turned around.
Then she adjusted her bra right in front of me as I stared at her boobs.
"Thanks but you can leave now."
Smiling shyly. I left the room.
--
Next afternoon, she went into her room to take a nap at the exact same time.
Today I found her lying on her left side, facing away from me. I could see her butt covered in the shalwar and the kamiz. I repeated my original move of lifting up her shirt, this time from the back. I took it as far up as I could, revealing her shalwar-covered ass, and her bra. If I pulled it further, she would have felt the tug and woken up.
I wanted to see more. So I focused my attention to her front. This time she was sleeping closer to the edge of the bed, so I could reach her front without having to climb the oversized bed.
Fortunately the kamiz wasn't tucked between her legs. I was able to pull it up from the front side too. I raised it as far as I could. Her beautiful plump stomach became visible. Her huge belly button was also there.
But my mind was dominated by images of her hairy crotch. That's all I wanted to see. Breathing heavily, I tugged slowly at the knot of her shalwar and tried to let it fly open.
Just at this moment, she made a slight movement. She was still fast asleep though. Whimpering, I realized she was going to change sides. I stepped back.
To my delight, she turned left and now was laying flat on her back.
Even though the conditions were now perfect, I was still extremely scared. How would I explain myself?
But this wasn't the time to think about all this. I had come this far. If I left now, wouldn't she wake up wondering who opened her shalwar? I was prepared to get kicked out of the house if it came to that.
I had decided to go in.
Grabbing the already loosened knot, I held two ends of the string and pulled them apart from each other, further easing its grip. Even though the knot was now open, since the shalwar was tight around her waist, it was a challenge to pull it down to expose her crotch. I had to do it slowly or she would definitely wake up.
Carefully, I started to widen the opening of the loose pajamas from the front, kind of like a zipper being opened. She hadn't made a sound yet. I pulled the two ends of the shalwar apart from each other, as they parted like beautiful flower petals to expose the treasure underneath.
Her pubic hair was now visible. A few more millimeters and I could be able to see the top part of her cunt.
I couldn't wait. Grunting, I slowly stick my tongue out and lightly licked her pubes. I licked her course hair like a sick dog. Scared, I looked up at her face. Still no movement. She was in deep sleep.
The dilemma was that the shalwar was now at a place where it wouldn't expose any more of her crutch unless it was let go from the bottom - meaning she would have to lift her ass to let go of it.
--
Resigning myself to the fact that I was not going to be able to take it off, I slowly proceeded to move my fingers above her shalwar-covered pussy.
I caressed the line of her cunt gently. I massaged and moved my hand from side to side, really feeling the shape of her pussy lips. I now had the stiffest hard on that I had ever experienced. As I caressed her pussy lips with her shalwar on, I sensed some movement in her. Shocked, I paused. I noticed that her snoring had completely stopped.
One part of my mind told me she wouldn't mind. She had stared at my erect cock when I was sleeping. Maybe she wanted this.
But why would she want this? Isn't this really sick? And wouldn't a conservative woman like her be really against this? What would she tell my father?
As this storm of fear and excitement was brewing in my head, I noticed some movement again.
She uttered a muffled grunt and tried to move to her right side in her sleep, but her movement was hampered by the open shalwar which was now locking her thighs, preventing her from turning on her side.
Grunting again, she gave up on the turn but then did a very strange thing...
Continuing to lay flat on her back, she wriggled her ass up a little so as to free up the shalwar fabric from the bottom. My jaw dropped with amazement.
Had she just loosened the shalwar grip? This wasn't the time to think. My caressing of her pussy had definitely turned her on in her sleep and she wanted more.
The shalwar was now free enough that I could pull it down and soon enough her cunt would be visible.
--
Breathing heavily, I rolled the shalwar further down. I exposed her thick pubic hair, still a little moist from my licking. I started to shiver as I found myself staring at the vision which I had always dreamed of seeing up close.
Her sweet rosy pussy lips were now an inch away from my mouth. I was still trembling, and I remember pausing for just a little bit just to behold this sight. Her pussy was covered with thick hair as it had always been. But now I was living out my fantasy.
I lunged forward and sniffed every inch of her pubic area. Her pussy gave away a musky aroma -- a sweet and appealing smell which made me want to dig my tongue in there. And so I did.
As soon as I made contact with the upper part of her pussy with my tongue, I felt my mother's legs tremble. It was obvious that she was no longer sleeping.
I was either in a heap of trouble or on the verge of winning the lottery.
I peeked up and saw that her eyes were still closed. Sniffing and panting, I poked my tongue out and moved it up and down the line of her pussy. With every thrust of my tongue, I felt her body go into shivers. Slowly, I moved further down. As I lapped at her pussy, and the pubic hair, I felt her legs move apart and giving me way to go in.
I didn't need an invite. I was now lapping at her pussy like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Her cunt was now starting to get wet with her own juices rather than just my saliva.
I licked and sucked every pubic hair. I caressed her milky thighs gently with my fingers as I at her out.
All sorts of emotions were going through my head. I remember getting into an animalistic rage, not caring what was going through her head. I wanted to get mine. I just wanted to fulfill my fantasy of seeing her crotch up close and smelling it and feeling it.
The licking was totally a reflex action. What does a man do when his mouth is an inch away from the sweetest pussy in the world? He goes ahead and gives the pussy what it needs -- sweet and gentle deep love.
I was now tongue fucking her. As my tongue penetrated her pussy hole, I saw her bite her lips and frown with pleasure. Her hips were rhythmically moving with each thrust of my tongue inside her pussy.
After a while, she orgasmed. Her body shuddered and she let out a huge sigh. Though I was still lapping at her pussy, she had stopped moving.
Throughout this encounter, she hadn't opened her eyes once. Nor had she touched me or uttered a single word.
Was this irresponsiveness my cue to leave?
I was horny as hell. I got up from my knees and took off my shirt. Her eyes were still closed. I let my pants drop. I was now standing in just a t-shirt.
My erect dick was now pointing towards her pussy out in the open. She was laying still on her back, legs still spread, pussy still exposed. Her heavy breathing had stopped.
Was she waiting for something? She had made no effort to cover herself up.
Suddenly I noticed her right arm move. She was clearly fumbling around for me. I got closer to her and let her hand touch me. It hit me on my left thigh. She felt around my thigh and slowly oriented herself with where her hand was in my crotch area. Fumbling around, she cupped my balls. I let out a moan.
She slowly moved her way to my cock and gripped it with her hand. I started gyrating my hips as she moved her hand up and down my cock. I saw her left hand move. She was now quickly covering her pussy with the long shirt she was wearing. Quite possibly some shyness had set in but she was clearly horny.
She pumped my cock with her soft, smooth fingers. I lasted about what felt like half a second. I came all over her hand.
She flicked her hand away, uttered a quick whimper and folded on her other side away from me, pretending as if nothing happened.
Euphoric and shocked, I ran out of her room.
--
She acted normal again the next day and I didn't know how to respond. However, as the day progressed, I felt hornier and hornier.
Around three in the afternoon, I saw her go into the shower. Soon enough she got out and my ears perked up for her call, which I knew was coming.
"Raja, I need help with my blouse again."
I was now shaking with anticipation. After last night's incident she was allowing me back into her room. She was in on it. She wanted it.
I saw her standing in the same position as yesterday -- with her untied bra hanging from her boobs and her back towards me.
Hearing me come in she turned around and smiled as I walked towards her. This time I was hard walking in. My mind did not need any visual motivation. I had been dreaming of licking her pussy again all day.
I walked over to her. She stood still as her bra hung from her tits.
This time, instead of helping her put on the bra, I started to slowly move its straps towards her shoulder as if to remove it. I was fully prepared for an outwardly adverse reaction by her in case she went that way. But as I proceeded, there was no reaction.
Her breathing had now stopped. So had mine.
I leaned my crotch in and let my erect dick touch the back of her ass.
Again, no reaction.
She stood still as my dick rubbed her shalwar.
I proceeded to work on her bra. Her hands were now hanging from her sides. As her bra fell to the ground I put my arms on her shoulders.
She pushed her hips back into my cock and let out a whimper -- her voice was full of desire, but for some reason it seemed like this one she did not want to see fulfilled. It just sounded like she was letting go of something with her cold sigh.
I tightened my grip on her shoulders.
Her hand now reached back and grabbed the tent in my pants. She then pulled my cock towards her ass crack and rammed it in between her butt cheeks. Both she and I were now breathing heavily.
Suddenly whatever she was thinking finally made its way to her lips. As she pushed me back and let go of my dick, she said:
"No! No!"
It felt like an hour had passed by as I stood in silence. I was shocked and still.
"This is so wrong. You are so naughty." She finally said it.
Thankfully she didn't sound very serious. By finally speaking, she had broken the heaviness that hung in the air.
"But I like how it tastes," I whined and put my head on the back of her neck.
"No. You want everything," She said quickly, covering her breasts. "When you were younger you always wanted to be breast-fed and now you want this nasty thing. Who does this sort of stuff! You know how dirty it is!"
I stayed behind her. "It is not", I couldn't think of saying anything else.
"You know no one ever did that to me before". She said slowly.
I rested my face on her shoulder and planted a kiss on her neck.
"This is not allowed and it is a sin! I am your mother. I should never have asked you to hook my blouse." She said.
"Then why did you." I smiled.
"Because I didn't know you were so bad".
Saying nothing, I tried to move forward and press my erection into her shalwar-covered ass crack again.
"Your ma is so old now." She moved forward to avoid any contact.
She was now standing a foot or two in front of me, with her back still towards me. Her bra was still on the floor.
"Not to me." I replied.
"You know in our time, and where we come from, no one does that to women. Your dad would never..." She referred to me licking her pussy.
"Don't mention dad right now," I interrupted her.
"No no, listen..." She continued. "I am finding it hard to believe that I let you do it. I can't even look at myself. I can't even imagine seeing any of my parents like that. I can't even think about that, let alone doing anything like you did."
"You are not old," I said quietly, repeating my previous answer.
"Your ma doesn't know how to handle it, Raj." She said in a very serious tone. "Whatever you were doing cannot happen. What if someone had found out? God! I can't even imagine that! And what if Nisha walked in? Did you even think what's going to happen to our family?"
I stood there in silence. My mind was wandering all over the place. I thought back to the previous day when I had licked her cunt and recalled how she had enjoyed it.
"But didn't you like it?"
"I was sleeping." She replied plainly, "Now you won't ever come into my room when I am sleeping, you hear me?"
"Ma, just please don't say anything," I pleaded and got closer to her. "You should have stopped me if you didn't want it."
"You were not going to stop, Raja. You were taken over by something." She said.
"That's not a reason! You didn't even try!" I protested.
"You want me to have tried to do what? You had me nangi (naked in Hindi) before I could even open my eyes."
"You were the one who let the shalwar go from the bottom," I argued.
"No I did not!" Suddenly she turned around, looking into my eyes for the first time throughout this conversation. My referring to her moving up and letting the shalwar go to let me get her naked had struck a nerve. She was clearly denying everything.
Her breasts were now exposed right in front of my eyes. This was the first time we had made eye contact throughout any sexual situation. Although she had clearly turned around in a hostile manner, I saw affection in her eyes. It all seemed like she was resisting something she wanted with a lot of remorse.
She slowly bent down and picked up the bra and proceeded to cover her breasts with it.
"The shalwar was stuck..." I continued to plead my case.
"Chup karo Raja!" She interrupted again. (Shut up Raja!)
"You wanted it, and you lifted yourself up and let it go so I took it down" I countered.
"You are dreaming," She said in a stubborn manner.
"Acha? To phir yeh?" I said, frustrated. (OK, then what about this?) As I said it, I pointed to my dick, referring to her jerking me off.
"Mujhe nahi pata," (I don't know). She said and looked away.
"And you were watching me as I was sleeping that morning too." I continued to argue.
"Every mother knows what her son does in sleep; I have no reason to watch you. I was there to wake you up. And at least I didn't take off your pajamas and got you naked."
"Well, you still touched it yesterday and I saw how you did it." I said.
"You are so shameless Raja. You started everything." She looked up and stared at me.
"Ma, I want you." I pleaded.
She turned around away from me again. She had not put on her top yet.
"You have me."
"You know how I mean it," I whined again. I stepped up and got close to her.
"Raja, I don't know what I did to make you feel this way!" She wondered aloud, ignoring my plea.
"I just always wanted to see..."
"You are so bad, Raja." She said. "No one should think about their mother and this."
"I had always loved how it was so hairy down there." I stepped up to her and said in a whispering tone.
"Chup! (shut up). I never let you see it before!" She tried to shush me. "And it's not hairy!"
I was relieved that the mood was getting a bit less heavy.
"It is too! I always snuck a peek when you used to ask me to help you with your blouse and all I saw was hair."
"You did? I never faced you from the front when you were younger!" She argued.
"Yeah I know you stood sideways and I always tried to find ways for you to turn."
"Besharam!" She scolded me. (You shameless kid). "Now I know why you always hung around my room after you helped me with the blouse."
"I loved it" I giggled out.
We stood there silent for a while. Slowly she spoke,
"Like my hair? ... Besharam (Rascal)... you liked the stupid hair down there? So is that what you kids like to do these days, huh? You like it and then ..." She laughed a bit, then looked down. I caught her hint. She was referring to me going down on her.
"No" I stepped up and hugged her tight. "I just wanted to taste my ma's".
She shook me away gently.
She laughed. "Ganda larka" (You dirty boy!) "You can say whatever you want, you have seen it for the last time and you are not allowed to enter my room when I am sleeping".
"But ma!"
"Ma is talking now, Raja. Ok? I noticed how you tied my blouse the last time and didn't leave the room. And then you tried to look down my shalwar when I was tying the knot."
"But this was before..."
"... I know", she interrupted me. "And I know you came into my room the day before and lifted my shirt up too."
Yet she hadn't stopped me! If she knew what I was doing, then what was this sudden rejection about?
"Yet you still asked me to help you with your blouse".
"Yes, I had to see what you wanted. And then I saw you trying to look down my shalwar. And then you came into my room and tried to see it yourself." She laughed as she said this.
I was thoroughly puzzled by her actions. And then it hit me. She wanted me to make all the moves. She clearly baited me into this.
I stepped up to her, hugged her tight and forced myself upon her. She didn't stop me.
"Raja, this is the first and last time..."
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I did what I had always dreamed of doing. I put my hand inside of her shalwar and very slowly and sensually moved my fingers towards the upper part of her cunt.
She wasn't going to stop me. At least not this one time.
I took two fingers and moved her down her pussy lips. Her breathing had started to intensify. I bit her neck and she shuddered.
I moved away from her and went behind her, ramming my cock into her shalwar-covered ass crack.
She reached around her back and grabbed my cock again.
"Urgh..." I uttered a grunt and stopped.
Quickly I let go of her tits, and went around her, but all this time my right hand remained inside her shalwar.
She snuck a peek into my eyes and smiled a little, before looking up.
Now I was facing her. She was still looking away. I knelt down and started to undo her shalwar (pajama bottoms). Slowly it wiggled down her hips, revealing the soft tuft of her pubic hair first and then the top of the cunt.
I got a good look at it. I was living my hottest dream. Just like the day before, I was salivating just looking at it.
"Get up," She smiled as she stepped out of her shalwar, lifting me up.
"No I wanna look at it." I smiled back.
She continued to pull me up and I obliged.
Looking away from my eyes she unbuckled my pants. I stepped out of my pants and then she worked on my shirt and underwear.
"This is the last time!" She warned me.
"Ok." I played along.
We were now standing there completely naked, mother and son looking at each other's bodies. I was lusting after her vagina. How I had licked it the day before and how my tongue ached for it again.
"Ma" I whispered.
"Yes?"
"Stand sideways..." I said.
"What do you mean?" She asked, curious.
"Stand with your side facing me so I can see your ... hair." I stuttered.
She let out a quick laugh, smiled brightly and obliged. I knelt down and stared at her profile view. She was beautiful. Still perfectly proportioned body, with a tad of fat on her belly after 2 kids of course but she still had that hour glassed figure. Her boobs had gotten perkier as she had matured and they shrank in size. The nipples standing up made up for anything that was lacking. The pubic hair stuck out from the sides, though neatly trimmed.
It seemed like she was gaining satisfaction out of letting me stare at her beautiful body as well. She stepped forward, stepped back. She played a little game of peek-a-boo as she did that, each time giving me a little glimpse of her pussy.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I got up, grabbed her quickly and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed me back. This was pure animal sex between a man and a woman at this point. All taboos, if any remained had been broken.
She was kissing me wildly. Slowly we moved toward the bed where I laid down on top of her. We hadn't stopped kissing. I started to rub my finger on her cunt. She slowly spread her legs wider. She wanted it.
I slowly put a finger inside it and started to rub it gently. She was now moaning.
Getting on top of her, I helped her spread her legs wide. I was about to commit the worst kind of sin, but all I had on my mind was my throbbing cock invading her tuft of pubic hair and fucking her pussy hard.