No mom please... I'm embarrassed as it is... it's not Swetha's fault... please don't say anything to her." I tried to extricate Swetha from this situation.
One has to acknowledge the Indian mentality here. Son-in-laws are beyond reproach for most mothers. I can't complain though, being a beneficiary of the system. My totally inappropriate erection in the presence of mom was being ascribed to an imagined lack of attention on my wife's part. However, the situation was still awkward with no exit in sight. Mom looked hesitant at the brink of another question. I braced myself mentally.
"Uh... What caused it then?" she asked. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't tell her that I was lusting after her younger daughter. I tried to reason in my mind that maybe I could tell her I was thinking of some movie scene that I had watched recently... but it didn't sound convincing at all in my head. I had to improvise.
"I have a thing for bras... its different colours and designs." I heard myself saying, "it's weird... and I'm sorry you had to find out... and find out this way." I waited for her reaction. Curiously, she still had not made any effort to cover up her back... but her facial expression softened and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"bhot. Can we just keep whatever happened between the two of us?" I requested.
"Mmm." I heard her voice. I doubted that it sounded non-committal, but I didn't feel like pressing further.
"I'll leave you then." I kept the bottle away and stood up. I turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. I was sure my hard-on had swayed awkwardly as I walked out.
Once outside, I kicked myself for being such an idiot. I paced around in the hallway, tense. I wasn't sure that she meant it... that she wouldn't tell anyone. I lost the hard-on. My dick shrunk as my mind went on overdrive... what would Swetha think of me if she heard what happened... would Navya start hating me... I realized that even then what would happen to Navya's love for me was what weighed on me more. I was scared. I found myself walking back towards her door.
"Mom?" I called softly and knocked on her door. No answer came from inside.
"Mom?" I called again. Still no answer. I placed my hand on the doorknob and pushed. The door swung open revealing the scene of mom standing in front of the almirah mirror, sans churidar top... only the red bra covering her breasts. She seemed to be lost in thoughts as she looked at herself in the mirror. I froze, my hand still on the doorknob. My eyes got attracted to her bosom tucked inside the bra. My cock reacted, fattening once again... but this time it was mom's body that caused it and not thoughts of Navya. Just then the weight of my hand caused the door to move further with a creak.
"Nitin!" she exclaimed as she snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of the door and saw me. Her eyes met my face first... then travelled down towards my crotch. I just ran out of there like my life depended on it. I ran inside my room on the first floor and closed the door... feeling embarrassed beyond measure. I had no idea how I would face her again. I lay down on the bed and buried my head deep in the pillow trying to erase the past hour from my memory... but I heard a knock on the door.
"Nitin... can we talk?" Mom called. I lay still, indecisive.
"Nitin, Son... open the door." She spoke softly in a motherly voice, "please!"
Reluctantly, I got up from the bed and walked to the door. I plucked up some courage and undid the latch. Gently she pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. She had put the churidar top back on.
"I didn't mean to barge in... I knocked a couple of times... you didn't answer." I said plainly, mentally too tired to evoke any emotion within myself. I walked back and sat on the edge of the bed. She followed me quietly and sat beside me.
"Why did you come back?" she asked.
"I don't know... I felt like apologizing again... it hadn't felt like you had accepted the earlier apology." I told the truth.
"But why didn't you leave immediately when you saw I didn't have my top on?" she questioned.
"I froze when I saw you like that... I don't know why?" I answered honestly once again, "but you didn't move either... you seemed lost, looking into the mirror."
She didn't speak for some time.
"Mom... we don't have to talk about this... it's better to just forget it." I said, almost pleading.
"Nitin, there is something I want to tell you... there's no one else that I can talk to... and if I don't tell someone, it'll keep weighing on my mind... I feel like you understand me... more so than anyone, since my husband's passing." Her voice got emotional. I looked at her and saw her eyes getting moist. I nodded, letting her know she could tell me what was weighing on her. She wiped a single tear trailing down her left eye before speaking.
"I have been terribly alone, and unhappy these past months. I tried so hard to move past the fact that my husband is no more. I really did... but I couldn't do it. He was not just my husband..." she trailed off as a sob broke out of her. I moved a little closer and put an arm around her, trying to console her. Slowly, she recovered her voice.
"He used to say he had not two but three babies," she smiled a little at the memory, "counting me as his first... he was right... I was all but a child, a girl of 20 when my parents married me off to him... I was scared... of everything... of the strange new house that I was supposed to call home... of the strange man I was supposed to share a bed with... but he was kind... he made me feel protected."
Her voice was getting strained with the effort it took to compose herself while talking about her late husband. She coughed and cleared her throat. I brought her a glass of water and sat back down beside her. She drank it slowly.
"I had never felt lonely a single day since then. I fell in love so much with him... I made him convince my father to let me stay with him even during the two pregnancies... my parents weren't pleased at being denied something so integral to our traditions... but couldn't be mad at him, he was just such a sweet man."
She regained her composure and voice little by little as she continued.
"I was so dependant on him... a lesser man would have been annoyed... but he was just a giver... raised his voice at me not even once in 28 years... loved me to the end." I listened as she let out the things that she had bottled up, having had no one to talk to till now.
"I was so lost the days and weeks after his death... missing his voice... his touch. Going to sleep alone in a bed was killing me inside. It was only when you made me realize that he wouldn't want me being so unhappy, that I got a little better. But still, I think about him when I'm alone in my bed... about our moments together."
She then turned her face to look into my eyes.
"I don't know what you'll think of me... but earlier, when it happened... when you had... uh... the erection, while you rubbed oil my back... to realize that seeing me that way... seeing my bra was what caused your erection... something stirred deep within me."
I heard her speak, anxious at the direction it was headed. She continued.
"I had been neglecting my body these past months, thinking... for whom should I keep myself in shape now.. the man I loved is no more... I had no reason to look attractive... Inside me, I had stopped feeling like a woman." She stopped as if contemplating how to say what she wanted to say.
"But when I saw the effect my exposed bra had on you... it felt refreshing... I was reminded of how my husband used to look at me... for a brief moment, I felt in touch with the woman inside me... after you left, I couldn't help it... I wanted to see myself in the mirror... I wanted to see my body... but when I saw it I felt sad... at how I had let it get deteriorated over the past months... I had put on weight... I felt ugly... I was lost in these thoughts when you barged in... and I saw you looking at me... and get an erection again... and I felt the stirring again inside me."
She stopped, anxiously gauging my reaction. I was stupefied. I had expected her to admonish me for barging in on her and instead she had laid her heart out in front of me. While my consternation at the situation remained, I felt a protective instinct inside me. The woman in front of me, my mother-in-law, was really vulnerable right now... teetering on the edge of despair... but what happened between us earlier appeared to have induced in her a ray of hope... a path that would lead her back to some semblance of happiness. She craved to reclaim the companionship and intimacy that she had lost with the loss of her husband. A lot seemed to depend on what I was going to say next. I cleared my throat to speak.
"Mom... I had no idea so much was going on inside your mind," I started, "but I understand how you feel.. and I want you to know this... you are still every bit a beautiful woman as you were when dad was alive... I truly believe that... and I think dad would agree if he could see you right now, from wherever he is."
I said and it was truly heartfelt, "I mean if Swetha is even half as attractive as you at your age, I'd be a proud husband."
My words had the intended effect. Her face relaxed and brightened considerably. I stood up and put my arms out offering a hug. She came into my arms resting her head on my shoulders. I wrapped my hands around her. But something didn't feel quite right. I had intended a platonic mom-son hug... but I was painfully aware of the softness of her breasts against my chest... my hands involuntarily traced the outline of her bra straps... and my cock grew in my pants stimulated by her feminineness. I felt like a new person. It felt like how it would be if her husband were hugging her.
I felt my hard-on lightly pressing into her abdomen... but she didn't say anything. As for me, the situation had gone too far to be acknowledging or apologizing for the antics of my penis. I let it be and hugged her.
When I boarded the train that night along with mom, I realized that I was bringing a new dimension of my life to Pune... and I was really concerned how it would fit in with the other two dimensions. I prayed to God for peace in all three dimensions... the man who loved Swetha, the man who has fallen in love with Navya and the man who felt emotionally and spiritually connected to Uma... I prayed for peace in my relationships with my three women.
I was woken up by the bright platform lights from the railway station the train just pulled into. The window blinds beside my bottom berth was stuck halfway down and light fell through it on to my eyes disturbing my sleep. I lifted my head and peeked out to see which station it was. Save for a few homeless people sleeping on the platform, there was nothing else in sight. I laid my head back down on my bag which I had used as a pillow and took out my phone from my pocket. It showed the time as 2.50 AM. I had kept an alarm at 3 AM for the train was supposed to reach Pune at 3.30 AM. I turned off the alarm. I opened Google Maps to check where we had reached. It showed that we were still a considerable distance away from our destination. The prospect of spending the next 40 minutes or so awake lying next to a stuck window got me annoyed. It being a sleeper compartment, I couldn't even sit upright due to the occupied middle berth above me.I looked over at my mother-in-law sleeping on the bottom berth right opposite to mine. Her window blind had been pulled shut making her berth comfortably dark, but enough light had come through my window to let me see her sleeping figure. Her feet was covered up with the thick blanket provided by Indian Railways. However, it looked like she had pushed the uncomfortably rough blanket down below her waist in her sleep. I was treated to the vision of her left profile. She had worn a blue saree and blouse for the train journey and now the entire left side of her hips and waist below her blouse was bare. The pallu of her saree was dishevelled and lay bunched on her right causing her navel to be exposed till just below her belly button. I started getting a curious feeling of excitement as I ran my eyes over her navel. She had a fair amount of fat on her belly that looked respectable for the 48 year old woman that she was. My eyes travelled to the rise of her breasts. Covered in a blue blouse, the measure to which her breasts rose up from her upper waist, even while she was lying on her back, suggested a bust size bigger than her two daughters. They looked meatier and rounder than Navya's or Swetha's tits. I felt a tingling in my penis... but I was also aware than if any other occupants of nearby berths happened to look in her direction, they too would be treated to the unintentional skin show. So I slowly extended my left hand towards her navel and pinched her pallu between my thumb and index finger. Gently I dragged the cloth over, covering up her navel. A conflict brewed inside me as I continued watching her with arousal. With mom, I felt like an old soul... as if I was older and wiser than my actual age. This was the polar opposite of how Navya made me feel. Just being near Navya gave me an erection most of the time... like a sex-crazy virgin.
All the way till the train reached Pune station, I kept watch over my companion. Once we reached, I woke mom up. We grabbed our bags and alighted. It was 4 AM when the auto we hailed dropped us off at our apartment building. I had asked Swetha to lock the main door from inside with her key so that I could open it with mine and let ourselves in without disturbing her or Navya. We got inside and closed the door behind us. I then removed my shoes, put my bag by the sofa and reclined on it.
"Aren't you going to your bedroom to sleep?" mom whispered, stopping midway to her bedroom.
"I don't want to wake Swetha." I whispered back.
"But you can't sleep on the sofa... it doesn't look comfortable." She said.
"It's not so bad." I tried to assure her.
"No... I can't let you sleep here so uncomfortably and then go sleep on the bed in my room... you're coming with me... no arguing." She told me, leaving me no choice but to follow her into her room. We made sure we made as little noise as possible. She switched on the light. My heart was pounding in anticipation whether she really meant that I could sleep in the same bed with her.
She gestured that I should take the near side of the bed. I followed her instructions and lay on the bed. I looked at her expecting to see her walk around and lay on the other side... but instead I saw her hands move up towards her left shoulder. Her fingers fiddled at the pin that had fastened her pallu onto her blouse. She took the pin out of the fabric.
"I'm just going to change into my Maxi." She said, but not looking at me.
"Should I step out for a minute?" I asked, wanting to appear polite.
"If you feel you should, Yes." She answered perplexing me. I was at a loss for what it meant.
Did she want me to step out, but didn't want to say so to not inconvenience me at this hour... did she want me to feel like I should step out... or was it that she didn't mind if I stayed, but if I felt obligated to step out I should. It felt like a difficult puzzle. While I lay still on the bed deciphering the meaning of her cryptic words, she took it to mean that I'd decided to stay.
I watched with amazement as she pulled the pallu off her chest and unwrapped the saree off her waist. Her chubby navel lay exposed before my feasting eyes. For some reason, I didn't avert my eyes... I had an instinct that she wouldn't tell me to. She threw the saree into the laundry basket in the corner and stood before me in just her petticoat and blouse. A hint of cleavage showed just above the hooks of her blouse. She still wasn't looking at me... as if not looking at me somehow made what she was doing less taboo than it was. Her hands then went to the front of her blue blouse. Her fingers undid the hooks in the middle, one by one... her cleavage deepened and a black fabric came into view, her bra. She undid all the hooks and pulled the two ends apart, baring the front of her black bra. She then pulled her arms one after the other out of the blouse's sleeve and discarded the blue cloth. It felt like a repeat of what had happened the previous day, albeit with one difference. Yesterday, she was wearing a red bra while today it was a black one. She walked towards the almirah and turned her back to me, while she opened it. My cock stirred in my pant as I watched the view of mom's back, her bra straps forming the top half of the letter 'H'. She pulled out a maxi and closed the almirah. She then turned towards me and was about to pull the maxi on herself when I spoke.
"Can I ask you something?" My conscious mind didn't even know what I wanted to ask. It just wanted to prolong mom's undressed state for some more time.
She stopped and looked at me for the first time since entering the room.
"Do women not take their bra off when they go to bed?" My subconscious mind prompted my mouth to voice the question. While she was a little hesitant before I asked the question, now there was an amused look on her face.
"Does Swetha not?" she asked.
"Never in the past one year." I said.
"Some women don't... apparently... but some do." She answered.
"Do you?" I turned the spotlight on her with the question. While she was stumped initially, the look of amusement came back soon.
"Sometimes... when it's too hot... or if the bra is too tight." She said. She looked at me as if asking me if I had anymore questions. When I didn't speak readily, she moved to put the maxi on... but I interrupted again.
"Can I just say... that... that you are a beautiful woman." She smiled at my shyness in saying the words. She looked at me like that, smiling, for a few seconds.
Then to my surprise I saw her hands go behind her. I don't know how she did it holding the maxi in one hand, but I heard the 'snap' of the hooks coming undone. Her breasts bulged out a little as they got unconstrained by the pressure of the hooks. Then mom raised her hands to pull the maxi on her. The raised hands caused her black bra to ride up a little and expose her fleshy underboobs. My underwear strained with the pressure of my thickening cock. She pushed her hands through the sleeves and the maxi fell down covering her torso. She bent and smoothed it down on her thighs. When she stood straight her right hand moved towards and inside her left sleeve and pulled the strap of the bra out, extricating her arm from it. My cock jumped in my pants. Then her left hand did the same inside her right sleeve. Then she inserted her right hand into the maxi below her neck and pulled the bra completely out and off her. It dangled down on her hand for a brief moment before she threw it into the laundry basket. I was mesmerised as my eyes followed its trajectory into the basket. When my eyes came back to mom, I found her eyes on mine.
"It was tight." She said with a straight face. A shiver radiated up from my cock and spread over my body hearing her words. She then came round and lay down on the other side of the bed, after switching the light off. She lay near the edge leaving considerable space between me and her.
I lay there, my mind replaying the last few minutes before the light was switched off. I couldn't believe it. Mom had knocked off Navya's top removal in the car from the podium first place and claimed the spot for the sexiest moment of my entire life. I looked over at her. Her eyes were closed as she tried to get a few more minutes of shut eye.
My mind was wide awake coz my cock was. My cock wouldn't go down coz my mind was shuffling between images of Navya and Mom in just their bra. Minutes went by. Mom had started to snore lightly.
My mind now focussed on the memory of Navya's breasts clad in the strapless bra inside the car... her comparatively smaller yet round breasts. I tried picturing her wearing the Victoria's Secret brallete that I had picked out for her... one that I planned to ask my friend currently in Malaysia to buy as a favour. It was a sexy item made of thin lace material. It had a pretty corset like extention below the breasts down to her upper waist area. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.
I glanced at mom. She was snoring peacefully. I lifted myself off the bed taking utmost care not to wake mom up. I stood up and tiptoed slowly towards the corner where the laundry basket was. The dim light of the sky at dawn had slipped through the nearby window. I put my hand in the basket and rummaged. When my hands came across what I had intended to check, I lifted it out of the basket. Mom's black bra dangled from my hand. I brought it nearer to the window and searched for the lapel. When I found it I checked it for the size. It said '38C'. I smiled as the idea took concrete shape inside my head. I was going to ask my friend to buy a second bra... a 38C bra. My cock tingled in excitement at the idea as well as the bra in my hand. I ran my fingers on the inside of the bra's cup. It felt a little damp. I brought it up and pressed it to my nose, inhaling the sweet smell of mom's boob sweat.
I placed the bra back in the basket a few seconds later and tiptoed out of mom's room. I looked at the clock in the living room. It showed 6.18 AM. I peeked inside my room and found Swetha asleep on the bed. I came back to the living room. I looked at the door to Navya's room. It was slightly ajar. I went closer and stood outside her door. I placed my hand on it. I turned my head back listening for any sounds from Swetha's room or Mom's room. There was none.
I pushed open the door and entered Navya's room. It was fairly illuminated inside from the dawn sky light falling in through the partly open curtains. I saw Navya's sleeping figure on the single bed, covers drawn up to her neck. I kneeled down beside her bed and observed her face... tracing my eyes over it's contours. She was definitely the prettier sister. I contemplated on how to wake her up.
I lowered my face down to her cheek and planted a gentle kiss. I then withdrew some distance not to scare her. Her eyes slowly blinked open.
"Good morning baby!" I whispered. A smile formed on her lips as she realized it was me.
"You're back!" she exclaimed in her raspy early morning voice.
"Yes I am... and I wanted to surprise you... and also a little payback for what you did to me in the lift the other day." I reminded her how she'd surprised me with a kiss on the cheek that day. Her smile grew wider.
"Wait... what time is it? Where is Mom... and Swetha?" she asked.
"It's still early... 6.20... Mom went to bed... and Swetha's still asleep." I said.
"Want to come with me to the terrace and enjoy some fresh morning air?" I added, wanting to be alone with her.
"Yes." She said and sat up on the bed.
My eyes hooked like a magnet on the surprise view on her chest. She had on a white shirt and there were two prominent protrusions at the front, her nipples pushing the cloth out.
I stood up as she swung her legs down from the bed and got up.
"Let's go." She said, but stopped as she realized where my eyes were looking.
"Baby... don't look." She immediately brought her hands up in front, covering the protrusions. I was brought out of my daze by her words.
A naughty grin played on my face as I said, "so... you go bra free at night huh?" She blushed a deep red.
"Baby can you step out and wait for me?" she asked still blushing.
"Why?" I asked with a mock innocence.
"Baby please... I'll be out in a minute." She pleaded.
"Nope." I said and stood my ground. She stood in front of me for a long minute, unsure of what to do.
She then turned her back to me and went to her almirah. She opened it and pulled out a dupatta. She turned back to face me after wearing it on her chest. Now she grinned back at me.
"Let's go." She said again picking up her phone.
Quietly we slipped out and went up to the terrace. The sky was clear, providing a respite from the incessant rains of the past couple of months. The air was cool. We went near the parapet and looked out at the scene in front of us. The highway and the buildings on the other side of it shrouded in mist.
Navya stood close beside me. I placed my right hand on her waist and pulled her closer. She rested her head on my shoulder. I rubbed gently on her waist as we enjoyed the cool air. As seconds ticked by, my hand got a little adventurous climbing higher on her side with each pass.
"I'm so happy to see you again." I said.
"Me too baby. I missed you so much." My hands rubbed higher.
"I can't wait to see the dresses you picked out." I said, moving my hand even higher. I stopped as my fingers came in contact with the underside of her breast. She took a quick intake of breath as she felt my hand rest on the fleshy bottom of her breasts. My cock grew erect at the thought of her tits being just an inch away from being grasped into my right palm... but just as my hand started moving again, she pushed me and my hand fell away from her breast.
"Don't be greedy baby!" she said sensuously. I was a little miffed at having been so close and then being denied. However, I didn't let it show. I realized that it would take some serious perseverance and patience with this feisty girl. I put a sheepish smile on my face at being caught about to put my hand inside the cookie jar... but the disappointment might have shown through. It seemed like she felt a little bad about pushing me.
"Come here... let me show you the dresses I picked out." She said. I went closer as she opened her mobile and typed the URL of a brand named 'Reformation'. I didn't put my hand back on her waist fearing further admonishment.
"You can keep your hand on my waist... if you promise not to let it wander like before." She said. I kept my hand on her waist.
'Perseverence and patience,' I repeated in my mind as I forced my hand to be still.
Once the website loaded, she browsed down and clicked on an image. She showed me once it loaded. It was a black midi length dress with a V-neck. The sleeve came down to her elbows. While the dress was pretty, what I had in mind was sexier ones. She showed me more dresses with different designs but all of them with sleeves and of midi length. I took the phone from her after some time and browsed through the website. I stopped at a black mini dress that stopped at mid-thigh. It had ruched sleeves and a square neck. I imagined Navya in that dress... her legs and thighs showing. I liked the image my mind conjured.
"This one looks sexy." I showed it to her.
"It's too short." She complained as she studied the dress. I had expected some hesitation. These kind of dresses she'd only have seen in movies.
"But you'd look amazing!" I tried to coax her. Still her face showed doubts.
I went back to browsing. I figured if I showed her some more similar dresses and tell her how beautiful they'd look on her, she'd relent... but the more mini dresses I showed her, her hesitation only increased.
Then I found a gorgeous dress. I had a feeling she'd be less hesitant about this. It was a midi dress with lace detailing at the waist and on the bottom part of the skirt. While it would not really expose her thighs, the lace material of the skirt would offer a hint of her bare legs till just above her knees. But I didn't know how she was going to feel about the top half of the dress. The V-neck and the spaghetti straps would expose considerable skin on her chest and shoulders. I showed her the dress and waited expectantly.
She seemed less hesitant than before. She studied the dress swiping through the pictures... judging how it'd look from different angles.
"Baby, it's pretty low at the front as well as back... I don't know." She said.
"But you promised you'd let me decide." I complained.
"Baby... you don't understand... this dress is meant to be worn without a bra... look." She said. I looked at the phone screen as she swiped through the different angles and realized that the model in the picture was not wearing a bra.
"I can't wear that to the mall or the movies." She said.
I had really liked the dress. My mind was working on ways to convince Navya to agree to it.
"What if you wore a jacket over it?" I suggested. Her face softened as she warmed up to the idea.
"Okay." She agreed. I asked her to share the webpage to my whatsapp and we snuck back into the apartment before either Swetha or Mom woke up.
Once Navya went to brush her teeth, I shared the picture of the dress to my friend in Malaysia. I also sent her details of the Victoria's Secret bralette I'd picked for Navya. I then went on the Victoria's Secret website to pick out a bra for mom. Being C cups, a bra for her didn't really need padding. So I applied the filter of 'unlined bras'. I browsed through the results and came across a red lace bra with a plunging neckline that would show a lot of cleavage. It looked really sexy on the model in the pictures. I made up my mind. I shared details of mom's bra too with my friend and hoped that she wouldn't ask why I wanted to buy bra's in two different sizes.
Soon everyone was up and went about their morning routines. Me and Navya kept stealing glances at each other frequently. After breakfast we said bye to mom and left the house. As she waved bye, I remembered what she'd told me about being lonely in the house all day. I made a mental note to call and check up on her a couple of times every day.
While Swetha walked to her bank, me and Navya were back to our daily drive. She was really chatty having missed me the past two days. The traffic was heavy on the road. We were caught in long queues at every intersection. I was getting frustrated at having to drive in the first and second gears alone. She sensed it and kept her hand over mine on the gear shaft. Her angelic smile eased my mind. She was five minutes late for her class when I dropped her at the college.
My traffic troubles continued however. The nearer I got to the city, the slower the traffic moved. I swallowed my road rage and stopped myself from honking. While the vehicles were moving at snail's pace on my side of the divider, the road on the other side was free. I looked at my watch. There was no way I was going to reach office on time. I called up my boss to inform him. I found out from him that some really old building had collapsed and he was stuck in a traffic gridlock some distance ahead of me.
"We'll work from home today... but at this rate I think I'll be stuck here till noon... if you can, take a U-Turn and go back." He said. I quickly rolled down my window and put my hand out, indicating my intention to take a U-Turn to those behind me... but none of them were in a mood to give me space. Annoyed, I steered the car sharply to the right cutting of a bus and eliciting Marathi swearwords from the driver. I entered the right most lane and inched forward towards a U-Turn. I relaxed once I turned and got going in the reverse direction. I first thought of calling mom and telling her that I was coming back, but dropped it. I decided to surprise her. I drove faster than usual as the road going out of the city was free. I pressed the accelerator further down as got on the highway. I reached the exit to my building locality in record time. A few metres before my apartment I saw a flower vendor on the street. On a curious urge, I stopped and bought a red rose from him. I placed it safely in my bag as I paid him and continued towards my building.A few minutes later, I pressed the calling bell to my apartment with my left hand while holding the rose in my right.
"This is for you!" I said as Mom opened the door. I enjoyed the surprise on her face as I handed her the red rose and stepped in. I closed the door behind me and plonked on the sofa. I was sweaty and a little tired. Mom still stood by the door, confused. I laughed at her confused state as I told her what had happened.
"That doesn't explain the rose." She spoke once I finished telling the story of the collapsed building and that traffic gridlock.
My face wore an honest smile as I said, "That is to make up to you for all the days you were lonely." Her expression told me that she truly appreciated the gesture.
"Can I get a cup of tea?" I requested her. She went into the kitchen. She emptied a glass bottle and filled it with water to use as a vase. She lowered the rose into the bottle and put it on the dining table before starting on the tea.
My neck and shoulders were paining from the morning's ordeal. I placed a soft pillow behind my neck and leaned back on the sofa. I called up my boss again to see if he had managed to get out of traffic. Unfortunately for him, he was still stuck.
Mom brought two cups of tea and offered me one just as I hung up the call. I relaxed as I sipped the strong tea. Mom sat beside me sipping from her cup. I noticed that she was wearing the same maxi she had put on in front of me early in the morning. Apparently she hadn't taken a bath. The cogs in my head started turning, when I sensed the opportunity of applying oil on her back once again.
I cleared my throat and spoke, "How is your back now?"
"Worse... from last night's train journey." She answered.
"Have you applied the oil today?" I asked.
"No." she said, but I had already guessed that. Now I waited. It became quiet as both of us silently sipped our tea. I was waiting for her to ask me to do it for her... but then it appeared to me that she might want me to offer to do it. The amount of liquid in my cup decreased as I weighed my options. When I had emptied my cup, she put her hands out to take it from me. It seemed like the timer for the window where I could offer a massage was running out. I extended my arm and placed my cup on her palm.
"Would you like for me to do it?" I asked.
"I was just about to ask you." She said. She took the cups to the kitchen and came back.
"In my room?" she asked, letting me know that she'd like me to follow her into her bedroom. But I didn't want to do it sitting sideways. It was hard to get proper leverage that way.
"It's difficult doing it sitting sideways." I told her, but that was not the only reason. I wanted to see if she'd let me straddle her back to massage her... but it sounded crude when I said it in my head.
"How about if you bring a stool and I sit on it in front of you?" she suggested. I weighed it against the option in my head. I decided to put off my idea for later.
"Fine." I said. She went into her room to bring the bottle and I went to the kitchen to bring the stool. I came back first and sat on the sofa placing the stool in front of me. Shortly she was back with the bottle of oil. My cock was already hard in the expectation of getting to see her undress again.
She handed me the bottle first. She then crossed her arms in front of her and pinched the fabric of the maxi on either side. Slowly she lifted it. Her ankles came into view first... then her blue petticoat. Her fleshy belly was exposed as the maxi rose above it. Finally, she pulled it over her bra-clad chest and her head. She threw the cloth on the sofa beside me and stood in front of me. I was a little disappointed because I remembered her taking off the black bra from underneath her maxi in the morning. I had expected too much too soon. Apparently the women in this family enjoyed the slow tease.
She had probably put it back on in the morning before coming out of her room... but my cock still tingled at the view in front of me. I gestured to the stool I'd placed in front of me. She took two steps towards it and turned her back to me. Slowly she lowered her back down and sat on the stool. She then gathered up her loose hair that fell down on her back and tied it up in a top-knot. Then she became still.
"Oil will get on your bra." I said, implying it as a purely practical matter while it was way more than that.
"You should do what you have to." She let me know her cryptic response and brought her hands to the front, holding the bra to her breasts. My heart started beating out of my chest as I realized that she had left it to me whether to unhook her bra or not.
My fingers shivered with excitement as they approached the hook of mom's bra. I inserted my middle finger underneath the wing-bands of her bra, right below the hooks. I then used my index finger and thumb to pinch the tips of the wing-bands together. The hooks got released from the eyes. As I eased the pressure on my fingers, the pressure of the elastic got released and the wing-bands snapped away baring her back to me. Mom closed the gap between her arms and her sides. The sides of her boobs would also have been bared if she hadn't done so.
I couldn't help but grin as the full expanse of her back lay within reach of my arms. I poured a generous amount of oil from the bottle onto my right hand. I placed my left palm flat on her back and pushed, signalling to her that she should bend forward a little. I then gently turned my oil filled right palm down on the middle of her back. Drops of oil started racing down towards her petticoat unable to resist the pull of gravity. My left palm stopped them in their tracks, smearing them on her exposed skin.
When the oil was sufficiently and evenly spread on her back, my palms moved up to her shoulder and pushed the shoulder straps off there. My oily palms then rubbed between the tip of her shoulder and the base of her neck. As my palms moved inwards on her shoulder, my thumbs met at the back of her neck and traced a short line up to the base of her head.
Mom remained silent as my palms kneaded her shoulders. It felt odd. If this was Swetha, I would have been treated to soft moans.
"Doesn't this feel good?" I asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"Swetha always makes happy noises when I rub her shoulders." I stated, settling for 'happy noises' as a somewhat decent substitute for the word 'moan'.
"Swetha's neck and shoulders are very sensitive and ticklish," she said, "but it takes more to make me moan."
The suggestive statement thrilled me. I licked my lips to moisten them. They had become dry with my excitement and nervousness. I moved on from her shoulders to her back. Starting from the shoulders, I dragged my palms down her oily back, applying a good amount of pressure, all the way down to her hips. I repeated this motion over the next few minutes. Still she remained quiet. I felt desperate to hear her moan. I just couldn't be content with average masseuse skills.
"Do you have any sensitive areas?" I tried to glean some useful information from her... but she didn't respond.
However, her arms which she had held tightly against her sides became loose, opening up a small gap between them. As the arms which supported the unhooked bra loosened, the bra slid down a little at the sides exposing her fleshy side boobs. I realized that what just happened was a hint about her sensitive area.
I held my palms on the side of her waist and slid them upwards. They progressed up uninterrupted till my fingers came in contact with something meatier. My fingers were now touching the sides of her breasts. I heard a quick gasp. I had found the spot. I kept the base of my palms still and moved my fingers in small circles on her side boobs. Her breaths became deeper. But still she wasn't moaning.
I moved my palms forward millimeter by millimeter while my fingers continued their circular motion. The rise and fall of her chest became more pronounced as my fingers came closer and closer towards her front. While the heavy breathing in itself was quite audible, I became obsessed wanting to hear her moan. I kept advancing my hands and my palms got filled with fatter flesh. On one move, my middle finger felt a difference in the texture of skin underneath it and just then she let out a sensuous moan. Her arms instantly came closed against her sides trapping my hands in between, my middle fingers right at the edge of her areola. My hands were prevented from going any further. I didn't give up and traced my middle fingers along the edge of her areola.
"Mmmmm," she moaned loud.
"Mmmm Nitin... mmm... Nitin don't." she spoke in between moans.
"Don't what?" I asked as I kept moving my middle fingers along her areola, mere millimetres away from her nipple.
"You know what... mmm... Nitin!" she replied with a tone of urgency.
"No... tell me... don't what?" I prodded.
"Mmmm... Nitin! Mmmm... Don't touch my nipples Nitin!" She almost screamed the words as she jumped up from the stool. She ran out of the living room and into the common bathroom. I was left on the sofa with outstretched arms which had just been massaging her side boobs. I heard the door being bolted. I followed her when I came back to my senses.
"Mom?" I called, standing outside the door. I heard shuffling of clothes inside.
"Mom?" I called again, worried now. But I froze at the voice from inside.
"Shankar... mmm... Shankar yesss... suck my nipples." I heard my mother-in-law moan the name of her late husband. I had never heard her address him by name before. Malayali women rarely do... but now I was hearing his name being called out lustfully.
The noises coming from inside the bathroom left no doubt in my mind that my mother-in-law was masturbating thinking of her dead husband. I felt pity for her and felt horny at the same time. Hurriedly, I opened the fly of my pant and pulled my hard cock out. I started jerking my cock standing right outside the closed bathroom door.
"Mmm... Shankar... lick my hard nipples." I heard mom say. I don't know what came over me.
"Yes Uma... I'm going to lick your hard nipples," words came out of my mouth.
"It's me... Shankar." I added. I jerked my cock faster. Voices from inside the bathroom grew louder.
"Mmm... yesss... keep licking my nipples darling." She said.
"Yesss... My lips are enveloping your nipple Uma... I'm licking it hard."
"Oh Shankar!" her moans became wilder.
"Uma... my cock is so hard... it wants to be inside you." I said, as a stroked my cock dripping pre-cum.
"Put it inside me Shankar." I heard.
"Yesss... I'm going to insert my cock in your vagina... Uma... it's so tight," I upped the dirty talk, "my cock feels amazing sliding into your wet hole."
"It's wet for you my husband," She moaned, "I missed your cock."
"It missed your vagina to Uma... Let me give you a good fucking." I spoke trying to channel the spirit of my dead father-in-law through me.
"Yesss... fuck me good Shankar."
"Oh God... Uma... I'm fucking you... My cock feels amazing." And it truly did. Even if I was just jerking my cock standing outside the bathroom door, my mind was picturing myself having intercourse with mom. I was close to cumming.
"Oh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum inside you Uma." I strained to talk as my balls tingled.
"Yes Shankar... fill my vagina with your semen... cum in me." She said, and it pushed me over the edge. My cock shot out long ropes of cum and it landed on the door step.
"I'm cumming... I'm cumming." I said.
"Oh God... yes... I'm cumming too... Yes Shankar... Oh God." Her moans were frantic. She was having an orgasm.
My pulsating cock shot a few more ropes of cum on the door. Once my balls were emptied, I supported myself with my hand on the wall as I panted.
"Oh Shankar... mmm." She kept moaning as waves of orgasm hit her. Her voice quietened only after a minute.
I stuffed my shrinking cock back inside my pants and waited to see the state in which mom was going to emerge from the bathroom. One minute... Two minutes went by. The door stayed closed. I was getting impatient. Just then I heard her speak.
"Nitin, Son... please go into your room... I won't be able to bear coming out and seeing you there... I can't let you see me like this." She said.
I was so disappointed... but her voice sounded so vulnerable that I decided to allow her the small courtesy. I walked into my bedroom and closed the door... but inside I kept my ear to my bedroom door.
I heard the bathroom door open and her footstep as she exited... but she stopped right outside. I had thought that she'd make a run to her room... but something had stopped her. My chest felt ticklish as I realized that she had seen my cum on the doorstep. That was what made her stop. She was looking at my cum. The sensation spread across my chest.
A few seconds later, I heard her enter her bedroom and close the door. I came out of my room and stood outside the common bathroom where I had just done the best jerk off of my life. I looked at the door and the doorstep. My cum stains were still there. I picked up the footmat outside the bathroom. I then used it to wipe the door and the doorstep clean.
I remained standing at the spot for a while... where mom and I had masturbated a few minutes ago... she inside and I outside... where we both had pretended that I was her dead husband.
I was concerned about the future. What would happen when Navya and Swetha are back... would we be able to behave normally... more importantly... what would happen the next time mom and I are alone... would she continue with our sexy episodes... would I have to pretend like I'm 'Shankar' again?The sky cleared over Pune as monsoon ended, bringing pleasant weather. Unlike the pleasantness outside, the atmosphere in my apartment had become stressful. My mother-in-law stopped talking to me after that day we had masturbated together, separated by just the bathroom door. In the heat of the moment, I had pretended to be my late father-in-law whose name she was moaning while she rubbed herself inside the bathroom. We had cum simultaneously as we talked dirty to each other. I had felt it ominous, when she asked me to shut myself in my room so that I wouldn't see her in post-orgasm dishevelled state.
"Nitin, Son... please go into your room... I won't be able to bear coming out and seeing you there... I can't let you see me like this."
That was the last time she spoke to me. After that day she had started to deliberately avoid being in the same room as me. That meant she mostly confined herself to her bedroom. She kept up the appearance of being normal for the sake of her daughters... but I was finding it hard to pretend... that nothing had happened between us. I was worried about her. Many a time I tried to catch her alone and initiate a conversation about what had happened, but she'd ignore me till I felt like I was talking to a wall and stopped.
It was obvious that she was following some self-preservation instinct that was guiding her to avoid me. While her reaction was understandable, it still hurt... coz it was not just lust between me and her. I had felt a deep connection with her... almost spiritual. Between the crazy wild affair that was underway with Navya and the sobering scary truth that I was about to be a father to Swetha's child, Mom was the stabilizing factor that kept me sane, without knowing it herself. With her calming presence denied to me, I was struggling.
Swetha's belly had started ballooning with the life growing inside of her and the impending motherhood had developed in her a tunnel vision. She was now unable to spare space in her brain for anything not related to pregnancy and motherhood... including me.
Navya was the only one who paid any attention to me. The stolen moments with her were the only thing giving my troubled mind some solace. Her singing for me during our daily drives... her letting me know that she wore a particular dress or tied her hair in a particular way for me... these little things made my heart feel I was alive. But even Navya was not being helpful when it came to giving the pent up sexual energy in me a release. No matter what I did for her... what I bought for her... no matter how much love I showered on her... she was stubbornly taking things slow... and by slow I mean glacial. She did not let me touch her anywhere except her waist. If my hands wandered, she'd quickly stop them. The 'patience and perseverance' strategy was frustrating me. My three conflicting world's were weighing me down. I had to do something to preserve my sanity.
I was lost in these thoughts on the drive to office. Navya was chattering away beside me. My mind was too muddled to keep up with her college gossip. So I nodded at regular intervals pretending to listen.
A few minutes later, I stopped the car a little distance from her college gate.
"See you in the evening baby." She said as she leaned towards me to give me her routine sideways hug. I don't know what came over me... my frustrations must have broken through... I turned my face to the left and lowered it towards her. With my sudden move, the hug that she intended turned into a peck right on my lips. Her eyes bulged open at the contact of the lips. I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek as her right hand landed on it as a slap. The force of the slap, though not really strong, was enough for me to recoil in shock.
Both of us stared at each other in disbelief at what had happened... her at my brazen attempt to smooch her and me at her slap.
My frustrations boiled over into anger and reflected in my stare. She read the change in my expression and realized that she had gone too far with the slap.
"Do you even love me... Or is it just a lie to get me to buy you pretty things?" I asked her.
"Baby don't be like that... I'm sorry... I just panicked when you tried to kiss me... I didn't mean to slap you." She pleaded. But my anger had risen too far.
"Just go!" I yelled.
"Baby please." She said, almost crying.
"Go!" I yelled again. With hurt in her eyes she got out of the car. I could see tears in her eyes as I left her behind and sped away.
I shut my eyes in anguish once I was inside my cabin at the office. Visions of Navya's slap played in my mind again and again, the sound of it reverberating in my ears.
"Fuck all this," I said to myself as my mind spiralled out of control, "I need to get away from here."
I jumped out of my chair and made a beeline to boss's cabin. I made short work of making up a fake excuse and availing a three-day leave... perks of being his star employee. It was Tuesday today. I had leave till Thursday.
I came back to my cabin and went on the easemytrip website on the computer. I searched flight costs to Guwahati thinking of spending the days amidst the lush greenery of the North East. But the costs were prohibitively high. I tried flight options to some hill stations like Ooty but it was the same story. Finally, left with no options with a forest-hill station kind of vibe that I had in mind, I decided upon the default destination of every young Indian... Goa.
I figured if I could not immerse myself in nature to forget my worries, I would drown myself in alcohol to do the same. I quickly booked an afternoon flight to Goa with return flight on Thursday evening. Just as I was about to leave office and go home to pack, the office peon brought in a courier for me. I checked the 'from' address... it was from my friend who had been to Malaysia.
I sighed at the uselessness of it... Mom was not at all talking to me... and I had yelled at Navya. I stuffed the package into my bag and left office. On my way back home, I called Swetha with a lie that I had to go to our Mumbai office for a short assignment till Thursday.
"Can you ask Navya to take an Auto in the evening?" I asked before hanging up.
"Okay... Bye." Swetha replied. Truth be told I was a little disappointed at my wife not showing much emotion when I told her I was going away for three days. The pregnancy had given her a one-track mind.
Half an hour later, I rang the calling bell to my apartment. Mom opened the door. Her face showed surprise infused with awkwardness and worry. She stepped back and let me in. Before I could say anything, she went into her room and locked the door.
Disappointed once again at Mom's indifference, I went into my own room and closed the door. I quickly packed a bag with essentials for the trip. I just wanted to get out of there. Ironically, I was feeling claustrophobic in that spacious three-bedroom apartment. I felt cornered with the invisible aura of the three women pressed up against me... disorienting my mind.
But before leaving, I had to do something about the package. I tore it open and emptied the contents onto the bed. Navya's midi dress and bralette as well as the lace bra for mom lay splayed on the bed. I contemplated what to do with them... but my brain turned up blank.
I fished out my phone from my pocket to check the time. The lockscreen showed that there was still 3.5 hours to go before the flight would take off. It also showed some whatsapp notifications. I opened whatsapp to see that Navya had left me many messages. I read through it.
"Baby... I'm sorry... please don't be angry with me."
"I didn't mean to slap you... please call me."
"Baby please... I have been crying since morning... call me."
"Baby it hurt me a lot... what you said in the morning... how could you think that I was pretending... to make you buy stuff for me... you know how much I love... you are all I think about, all day... baby I realize that by asking you not to be greedy, by taking things slow adamantly... I realize that I've been a tease... but I was only doing it coz I was scared that you'd soon get bored of me if things moved faster... baby I'm sorry for that... please call me."
I felt sorry for what I did in the morning. It was obvious I had really hurt her. I typed a reply.
"Baby I'm sorry I yelled at you... I don't know what got into me... it's true that I had been a little frustrated at you wanting to take things slow... but frustrated or not I shouldn't have said those things to you.. I can't call you now... I'm going to Mumbai for a three-day assignment... I'll see you when I come back on Thursday evening... I'm leaving something for you in your almirah... I love you."
I tapped 'send'. I felt like I had made a hasty decision on the Goa trip... but the flights were already booked. I had to go. But I had to leave Navya's outfits in her almirah like I texted her I would.
I opened my door slightly and peeked out. I saw that mom's door was wide open. I came out of my room and looked inside hers. She was not there. I checked the kitchen. She was not there too. Then my eyes fell on the open main door. I sighed when I realized that mom had gone out somewhere so as not to be alone with me.
I went back to my room and picked up Navya's dress and bralette. I went to Navya's room with them and kept them under some of her clothes in her almirah. As I was about to leave her room, my eyes hooked on something colourful in her laundry basket. I went near to find her pink bra in it. It was the same bra she'd worn the day I had used the screen recorder app to secretly film her changing clothes in the trial room... the day I'd taken her shopping for her birthday gift.
On a perverted urge I picked it up and came back to my room. I stuffed it inside my travel bag.
Now I was faced with the dilemma of what to do with the Victoria's secret lace bra I'd picked for mom. I considered my options. Only two presented themselves to my brain. Either I throw away the expensive fabric... or I leave it in mom's room and let her take the decision on what to do with it. I didn't have much time to think about it as I had to hail an auto to go to the airport soon. I picked up the bra from my bed and walked to mom's room. I left it under her pillow.
I shredded the courier packing into tiny pieces and threw it inside the waste basket before leaving the apartment. I called mom's phone as I took the elevator down. It kept ringing but she didn't answer. I reached my building's gate and waited for an Auto. I rang mom again. After the umpteenth ring she picked up. I could tell she answered only by the call timer... for she didn't utter a sound after answering.
"I know you don't want to talk to me," I began, "or talk about what happened... and it's fine... even though it hurts when you avoid me... someday I'll make my peace with it... I just called to tell you that I'm going away for a few days... I've lied to Swetha and Navya that I'm going on an office assignment... the truth is I just wanted to get away from home... It doesn't feel right there... with you being under the same roof and still not meeting my eye."
I stopped a second. The call timer showed that she was still on the other end.
"Don't worry though... I'm not running away... I just need a few days to set my mind right," I continued, "there's just one thing... I had bought something for you days ago when I was under the impression that there was something special between us... I don't think you'd even want to see what it is now... but I didn't have the heart to throw it out myself... so I've left it under your pillow... you can throw it away."
I stopped again to gauge her reaction. The line was still silent.
"That's all I wanted to say... bye." I said and hung up as an empty auto came to a stop in front of me.
"Take me to the airport." I said as I got in.
I had slept through the entirety of the flight. It was 5 in the evening when the plane touched down in Dabolim Airport, Goa. I rushed out of the Airport and hired a cab.
"I need a hotel... somewhere near Baga beach." I told the driver. I had not got the time to make an online hotel booking. I fell asleep again as the cab climbed on the bridge over the Mandovi river.
"Sir... we've reached the hotel." It was the driver's voice that woke me up. I looked outside.
'Ocean Palms Resort,' the board read. I paid the driver and went to the reception.
Ten minutes later the receptionist handed my room key to a hotel staff to show me to my room.
"Please visit our spa if you are interested in a getting a massage... Thank You for choosing Ocean Palms." The receptionist said cheerily as I turned to follow the hotel staff to my room.
I took a shower first thing after the hotel staff left after showing me to my room. I stood under the shower turning the heater knob to 'warm'. Water fell on my hair washing the sleep off my head. I relaxed as the warm water enveloped my body in a cosy cocoon. I felt the weight of my worries lift off from my mind.
I towelled myself dry and came out of the bathroom. I had made absolutely no plans for the coming three days. Maybe that's what I need, I thought to myself. Three days of no schedule, no routine, no plans... three days surrendered to whims and impulses. Just then I remembered the receptionist's parting words... about the spa. Quickly I changed into a pair of shorts and t shirt.
Minutes later, I stood confused at the spa's counter looking at the menu. It looked more like the menu of a restaurant. There were a number of options on it... Thai massage, Vietnamese Massage, Orthopedic massage... cost ranging from ₹ 2000 to ₹ 8000. Seeing my confusion, the counter receptionist recommended a Thai massage and I agreed. He led me to a small cabin like room inside and asked me to sit on the massage table. The cabin smelled of exotic herbs.
Suddenly a woman walked in, tall and pretty. Her features suggested that she was from the North East. She greeted me with folded hands.
"Good Evening... I am Mary... your masseuse for today... please change into the panty kept on the side table... I'll wait outside." She said. She spread a towel like cloth on the massage bed and went out.
I checked the side table to see an itsy bitsy panty that looked like it was made of mosquito net. I held it against my groin. It didn't seem like my balls and cock would fit inside the tiny thing.
However, I removed my clothes and put on the panty. It just about covered the important things. I laughed at the inflated sense of size I had regarding my package. Probably all men secretly imagined their cocks to be huge, I thought. While the panty covered my package, the disposable cloth material itself was sheer offering a clear impression of what was underneath.
"If you're ready sir, please lie face down on the massage table." I heard Mary's accented English from outside. I did as I was told. I lay on the massage table with my face down.
"Ready." I said aloud. I heard the door open and then close.
"Do you want me to put a towel on you?" she asked.
"It's fine." I said. In fact, I felt the excitement of a little exhibitionism as I lay in front of her completely exposed except for the tiny panty covering my ass.
A few seconds went by. I heard sounds of a plastic bottle being handled. I twitched as drops of cold oil trickled on my back. A strange yet pleasant smell like a herbal concoction filled the cabin. Then Mary's palm made contact with my skin, tickling me.
"Tell me if you want more force... or less." She said and started the massage. She spread the oil on my back and started rubbing with both her hands. Mary's hands were surprisingly strong. One wouldn't think so just by looking at her. I felt like I was caught in the coils of a python as she ran her hands over my back... but it felt really good. I could feel my muscles relax after a few seconds of being massaged.
She covered my back fast and moved on to my legs. She spread her palms on the back of my knees and rubbed downwards till my ankle. My calf muscles pained initially but relaxed after a few rubs. A nice vibration like sensation spread on the massaged muscles. I felt myself drifting of to a nap.
"Sir, please turn over." My nap was broken by Mary's voice a few minutes later. I turned and lay on my back.
She poured a few drops of oil on my chest and started massaging. She spread the oil from my chest down to my belly. I felt like I was being mauled as she let her strong hands roam over my chest. After a while the pain subsided into a pleasant warmth in my chest muscles. My nipples came alive as her fingers passed over them. She spent a good amount of time on my upper body and then moved to the front of my legs.
She started with the toes, oiling them up. She interlinked her fingers with my toes and rubbed the skin between the toes. She then oiled my ankles lifting them up. My ankle joints felt amazing as she rotated them. Mary paid attention to each little muscle and joint as she rubbed my legs.
"Please be careful with my right knee... I injured it in an accident some years ago." I told her as her hands reached near my knees.
"Okay." She said as she continued with the massage. While she applied good pressure on my left knee, she was gentle with my right. She moved on to my thighs soon.
I was getting more and more excited as she moved higher on my thighs. My cock was semi-hard and I was sure Mary had noticed. She kept massaging my thighs, inching upwards.
"Massage is complete sir." She said suddenly when her hands were a mere inch away from touching the panty.
"Oh." I said... disappointment evident in my voice. My cock was straining against the panty.
"However, if you are interested I can offer you a handjob for ₹ 500." She said, not losing the professional attitude a bit. My cock jumped at her words.
"Yes." I answered immediately. I surprised myself with the quickness.
"Yes please." I repeated.
She pulled the waistband of my panty down, her face showing no expression. My hard cock sprung out. She grabbed it in her oily right palm and started jerking it slowly. The foreskin on my cock stretched tight when she pulled downwards, showing the tip of my cock wet with pre-cum. Mary's palm felt like heaven. Her experienced palms jerked my cock so expertly that my balls tickled giving me a sign of the impending cum. Giving handjob is really an art, I thought as Mary's palms pleasured my cock.
"Go faster." I said, a little breathless. She picked up pace and jerked me faster. Her hand moved up and down the length of my cock now at a good fast pace. I was close to shooting. She increased the pace even more and my cock erupted. Thick cum shot up from my cock and the landed on my belly. She kept jerking me as my cock spewed rope after rope of milky semen. Some landed on her hands... but she stopped only after she squeezed every last drop.
Once I had shot my load, she pulled a few tissue papers from a box and cleaned up her hand. She pulled a few more and wiped the cum that had spilled on my belly.
"You can take a bath in the adjoining shower... I will leave now and tell my boss regarding the extra payment." She said, the veneer of professionalism still intact.
My muscles pulsed from the massage they had just received as I stood under the shower washing the oil off me using a soap. I felt reformed. I felt as if my worries back home were a thing of the past. I started feeling positive about my life.Afterwards, I settled the bill at the spa counter and noticed that the extra ₹ 500 had already been added to it under the head 'pedicure'. The spa counter receptionist smiled cordially at me. The professionalism in the massage service impressed me.
"That was quite a pedicure! Thank Mary for me." I said mirroring the receptionist's professional attitude.
I came back to my room a happy customer. I felt rejuvenated... as if Mary had squeezed all the accumulated worries out of me. I discarded my clothes and jumped onto the bed naked. My cock was still semi-hard with the memory of the unforgettable handjob I had just received.
It was funny though. All through my teenage and youth I had watched a ton of porn and seen all the million amazing ways in which men and women could please each other... but as a married man I had not experienced even one percent of what I'd seen in porn. I had to come to Goa and pay a masseuse to experience a proper handjob... like the ones you see in porn. That's the trouble with marrying a prim and proper 'well behaved' Indian virgin. With Swetha my options were limited. It was either missionary or cowgirl. She didn't even let me try doggy style coz she was too shy that I would see her asshole. The only time she had taken my cock into her mouth, it was in there for barely 5 seconds. She had left mid-foreplay to wash her mouth. She never cared much about handjobs too. Sex with Swetha was just some wild kissing and heavy petting culminating in intercourse.
My mind was occupied with all such self pitying thoughts when my phone beeped with a notification. I picked it up from the bedside table where I had left it. The lock screen showed the time as 9 PM. There were a few whatsapp notifications. I opened the app and saw Navya's text at the top.
"Baby, I'm waiting for your call." She had sent. I saw that she was online. Truth be told, I was not in a mood to talk to her. Her slap from the morning still stung. But I had a feeling that she wasn't going to sleep until I called.
"Has everyone gone to bed?" I texted back.
"Yes," came her reply immediately. I pulled the blanket over me up to my chest to cover my nakedness and tapped the button for video call. She accepted in a second and her pretty face came on to my phone screen.
"I missed you baby!" her happy voice came through my phone speaker.
"Mmm." I replied, unable to greet her with similar happiness.
"Are you still angry?" she asked with a sullen face, "Baby I told you I didn't mean to slap you... I'm sorry."
"It's fine... you don't have to keep apologizing... it's just that it is still fresh in my mind... the slap." I said, still morose.
"I know how to cheer you up." She said and tilted her phone down.
As her camera angle dipped I was treated to a surprise. She was wearing the midi dress I'd kept in her almirah. The deep V-neck and spaghetti straps exposed a lot of skin on her chest and shoulders. My morose expression vanished as my cock got excited. Considerable cleavage was on display and Navya kept adjusting the straps, clearly not used to such exposing and being braless. My cock grew fully erect as I looked at the top of her tits visible at the cleavage.
"Do I look sexy like you imagined?" she asked me expectantly.
"Let me see you fully." I said. The camera shook as she got up from the bed. A second later she flipped the camera and I saw her image as she held the camera pointed at her almirah mirror. She had kept her free hand on her hips and was smiling beautifully. The transparent fabric at her upper waist and below the knees made the dress look really sexy... but the highlight of the dress was the bare shoulders and the cleavage. My cock was rock hard now.
"Answer me now... do I look sexy?" she asked again.
"You really want to know." I teased her.
"Yes... tell me honestly." She said.
It needn't have been said... she looked damn sexy. My heart was beating really fast finally getting to see her in a sexy dress. I wanted to let her know how amazingly sexy she looked... but I didn't feel mere words could express it.
I kicked the covers off my naked body. My cock stood up straight. I tapped the button to flip the camera on my phone. Image of my hard cock now filled my side of the video call.
"That's how sexy you look!" I said. I saw on the almirah mirror the change in her expression. Her smile vanished and got replaced by a strange look. The free hand which she had on her hips came up as she held her phone with both the hands and brought it closer to her face. My cock twitched with the realization that Navya was staring at it.
"That's what you do to me... every time you're near me... that's how sexy I think you are." I confessed.
She still stared at her phone screen, transfixed.
"Say something." I said a little louder.
She broke out of the daze.
"Baby... I... I..." I saw her struggling with words.
"Push the straps off your shoulders." I said.
"Baby... I... I don't know..." she struggled to reply, shocked by my demand. But I could see the lust in her eyes as they looked at my cock on the phone screen.
"Push... the straps... off your shoulders." I repeated with emphasis. I grabbed my cock with my free hand and tugged on it.
She looked hypnotized as her free hand slowly rose up towards her left shoulder. Her fingers pushed the spaghetti strap.
"All the way." I encouraged.
Her fingers moved ever so slowly pushing the strap. Once she pushed it past the curve of her shoulder it suddenly fell down to her elbows exposing her left breast. I saw her body shiver as her breast got exposed. I jerked my cock at the sight of her bare tit.
"Now the other one." I instructed.
Her free hand crossed over to the other shoulder and pushed. In a second the strap fell and her other tit was bared. It felt surreal seeing my sister-in-law baring her tits for me.
"I love your breasts... they look amazing." I said, continuing to jerk my cock.
"Say something... do you like what you see on the screen?" I asked her.
"I... uh... it's so hard... I have... never seen a... hard penis before." Her breath was getting deeper.
"Do you like it... my cock?" I asked again.
"Yes." She answered. Her free hand slid down from her right shoulder and rested on her right tit.
"Squeeze your breast." I said.
"Baby..." she whispered as her hand squeezed her right breast.
"Mmm" she sighed as she squeezed again.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes baby." She whispered sexily. I watched her image on my screen squeezing her round tit.
"Pinch your nipple." I said.
I watched as the tips of her finger came together with the nipple in between.
"Aah." She moaned as her nipples got pinched between her fingers.
Suddenly the call got disconnected and Navya's image vanished from my screen. I stopped jerking and tried to video call her again, but it didn't connect. After a few unsuccessful tries, I voice called her using my sim card instead of whatsapp.
"Baby the power went off and the WIFI got cut." She explained after answering.
"Use your phone data." I said.
"There's very little signal in my room... I will have to go out of my room to the balcony." She said.
I was disappointed at not getting to see more of her body... but going out of her room was a risk I was not prepared for. Everything would be ruined if my wife or mom found out.
"Don't go out," I told her, "we'll video call tomorrow."
"I love you baby... you're so beautiful... don't ever think that I'll get bored of you... no one could get bored of your gorgeous body." I said, trying to allay her fears.
"Promise?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I promise baby." I said.
We hung up after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to each other. The time on my phone was 10 PM. My stomach was rumbling with hunger. I decided to go out to Baga beach to eat something.
I locked my room and walked out. Baga beach was nearby. The crowd had thinned as the night progressed.
Soon I was at the beach. I walked along the shore with waves of the Arabian sea caressing the beach on my right and the staff of various shacks calling out on my left. Sounds of the waves and the loud music from the shacks filled my ears.
I sat down at a table outside 'Bistro' shack. The waiter was quick to bring me the menu. I ordered a chicken fried rice and two tequila shots. I observed the people around me as the waiter went away after taking my order. There were a couple of big families seated around tables joined together for them. The young of the families were up, gyrating to the loud music blaring from the shack's speakers. There were a few couples swinging to the music in each other's embrace. Then there were the single crowd, nodding their heads along with the music while holding hookah pipes or glasses filled with alcohol in their hands.
It seemed like I was the only one who came alone. Everybody else were sitting in groups of four or more people.
My order came as I was observing the people around. I ate my fried rice little by little, enjoying the sea breeze and the cool sand beneath my feet. I finished the second tequila shot and ordered two more. The crescent moon and the clear sky combined with the sound of the sea waves was really alluring.
I was also starting to feel the effect of the tequila shots. My head felt lighter on my neck and my neck felt like it was made of jelly. Two more shots came and I downed them soon. I finished the fried rice and paid the bill. I sat there for a few more minutes looking up at the moon. I felt a sudden impulse to dip my feet in the waves. I stood up and started walking.
As my feet was wetted by the waves, I looked up again at the crescent moon. It had hidden behind a cloud, making it luminous... a splash of golden yellow on a dark canvas. A sadness rose from somewhere deep within... induced most probably by the mix of alcohol and such a heavenly view. I don't know why, but most of the times I get drunk... I cry. I still remember the last time... I had bawled like a child when my hostel mate had put on a Sufi song when I was four glasses down.
But today's sadness was not just about being overwhelmed by the serene beauty of the view. While that was what started it, it nudged another hidden sadness inside... my mother-in-law. As the sadness spread on my chest, I started getting annoyed at the loud music blaring from the shacks. I walked back in the direction of the hotel, away from the crowd.
Even when the loud music started to fade, I still felt angry. The anger was spreading on the surface of the sadness like a parasite. That woman... that amazing woman who had poured out her heart to me about her loneliness and made a place in my heart for her... her face kept invading my mind.
"Uma!" I whispered her name to myself. My anger rose as I remembered how she'd avoided me after that fateful day we masturbated together separated by just a door. I had fallen for the poor lonely woman and then I was abandoned by her... denied the pleasure of her company and conversations... refused the intimacy of being her companion.
I took out my phone and dialled her number. The line rung for many seconds. Just as I was about to hang up, the line cracked alive.
"Nitin?" I heard my mother-in-law's groggy voice.
"Yes! Nitin... I see you haven't forgotten my name... you selfish woman." I said.
"Nitin, are you drunk?" she asked.
"Yes! I'm drunk... but what do you care? You haven't even looked at me since that day... you are so selfish! You cry on my shoulders telling me how lonely you feel ever since dad passed away... you tell me how you felt alive when you saw my hard-on for you... you hug me tight even with my hard cock pressing on you... you undress in front of me... you let me lie down on your bed beside you... you let me massage your back... you let me touch the sides of your breasts... you play along when I pretend to be your husband and we masturbate talking dirty to each other... and then... and then you don't want me anymore... just like a switch got flipped off... you don't talk to me... you don't look at me... you run away every time I'm near..." I stopped to take a breath. I had reached my hotel. I continued as I climbed the stairs.
"you never cared about me... you were just using me all along... to feel alive... to feel like a woman again... well, how do you feel now... are you happy? I'm such a fool... thinking there was something between us... buying that bra for you... such a naïve idiot... you must have thrown it out, haven't you?" I was panting as I opened my room. I undressed and got on the bed.
"You hurt me... you broke my heart... you made me want to run away... I don't know if I even want to come back now." I finished, almost crying. I could hear her breath on the line.
"I did not throw it away." I heard her voice.
"What?" I asked, confirming if I had heard her right.
"I did not throw the bra away... I could not."
"Why?" I asked.
"Coz I do care about you... as much as you think I don't." she said, her voice soft and motherly.
"You were there for me when I was close to breaking down... when I was most vulnerable... you gave me the strength to keep living... to move on... but then things happened between us... I don't know why I didn't stop it sooner, before we became so close... it just felt so good to be treated like a woman... to be made to feel beautiful... you became more than a son to me... I started to feel like how it was when my husband was alive... but that day... after I masturbated to your voice talking dirty to me, I felt so guilty and ashamed... I couldn't bring myself to look at you after that... I was scared that what I did would have made you think of me as a dirty whore... I couldn't bear it." She was crying now. Hearing her cry made my heart ache for her. I wished I was there to hold her.
"Mom... I could never think of you like that... you are an amazing woman... a beautiful woman... I'm not so narrow minded to think of a woman pleasuring herself as something dirty. I think of it as a beautiful thing." I spoke to her, trying to calm her down.
"I wish you had talked to me... you know how much I care about you... when you started avoiding me, I started feeling claustrophobic in that house... that's why I made up a fake office assignment and left." I said.
"Nitin... I'm sorry son... I didn't think about you... didn't think it would hurt you so much... I'm sorry... but don't run away like this... that's the mark of a weak man." She spoke, now calm.
"Women can be moody and unreasonable at times... it's in our nature... we may say or do things that really hurt... but a real man will know that it's just a phase... a bad mood... he will be patient and loving... you have to be strong Nitin... strong men, caring and patient men always get the love they deserve... even if it takes some time." She advised me like a mother. I was amazed at the wisdom. She wasn't merely giving advice... she was talking about it like she was describing the ideal man, a man she knew well... her late husband. I wished I had gotten a chance to know him better... to learn from him.
Mom and I spoke half an hour an hour more. I experienced once again the calming and stabilizing effect she had on my life. Before hanging up, I asked her the thing that I had been curious about since the beginning of the call.
"Did you try it on... the bra?"
"Mmm," she said, "I... mmm... I'm wearing it right now."
My cock stirred as I tried to picture her wearing the red lace bra while she talked to me on the phone.
"I wish I could see how it looks on you." I sighed.
"Just come back home." She said. We said Good Night and hung up shortly after that.
I yearned to go home now... but it was still Tuesday night and my return flight was on Thursday. Moreover, the hotel room was also booked till Thursday. It felt like divine punishment for being so impatient with Navya and immature with Mom. I couldn't wait to get back home... to the daily drive with Navya... and to see Mom. I went to sleep cursing myself for making such a hasty decision on this trip.
I was woken up next morning by an abrupt ending to an amazing dream... me making love to Navya. I was really disappointed when I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I missed her badly. I had kicked the covers off me in my sleep and saw my hard cock standing up straight in the dim morning light.
I sighed. The dream had felt so real... the moistness of her pussy... the walls of her vagina tightening on my cock. If only I could go back to sleep and resume the dream... but alas my cock was too hard to ignore now.
Then I remembered something... Navya's bra that I had taken from her laundry basket. I picked up my bag and fished out the pink bra. I lay back down on my bed and brought the bra near my nose. I inhaled the smell of her boob sweat. The smell made me hornier. I lowered the bra towards my cock, rubbing the smooth fabric on my foreskin. It tickled the tip of my cock. I wrapped the straps of the bra around my cock and started jerking, trying to remember the image of Navya's tits from last night... but my head was clouded from a slight hangover. I looked at the time on my phone. I had woken up quite late. I would have to go now if I wanted to have the complimentary breakfast.
But before I got up from the bed, I had a kinky idea. I opened the camera app and took a picture of Navya's pink bra wrapped around my hard cock. I then sent it to Navya's whatsapp. She would be in class now, I thought to myself. I tried to imagine her reaction when she checked her messages during lunch break. I smiled at the lustful expression on her face that my mind conjured.
I got dressed and went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The buffet looked incredible. I filled up my plate with a little of everything and sat down to eat. I had to adjust my shorts frequently for my cock wouldn't go down. It strained against the shorts for release. It distracted me from the scrumptious breakfast.
The persistent erection didn't go away even after I finished breakfast and headed back to my room. On the way I saw the spa receptionist standing in the corridor outside the spa. My mind immediately went back to last evening's massage and handjob.
"Good Morning." I said stopping near him. He greeted me back. I fidgeted about forming words to express what I wanted to ask.
"Hey... supposing I wanted a 'pedicure' and some other stuff done... but up in my room... is it something you'd be able to arrange?" I asked him a bit awkwardly.
"Yes... but it'll cost you more... and the rates are fixed." He replied.
"Okay... when should I expect this to happen?"
"Right now, if you're free... we don't get many customers during mornings at the spa... the girls are free now." He said.
"I want Mary." I told him.
"You go ahead... she'll knock on your door in a few minutes," he said, "again... rates are fixed... no bargaining."
I nodded and climbed the stairs to my room. Once inside, I waited on the bed for the knock. My cock was still rock hard. I checked my phone. Navya had still not seen the picture I sent her. I desperately wanted to see more of Navya's body... and I would've if the power cut had not played spoilsport last night.
Just then I heard a knock on the door. I was quick to reach the door and open it. Mary stood outside with the 'strictly-professional' expression on her face. I stood back and let her enter. I checked out her back as she walked in. Tall and thin with a cute ass. She was wearing a calf-length tights with a sleeveless long top. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and it swung as she walked.
She turned around once she was at the foot of the bed. I locked the door and looked at her. Pretty bangs covered her forehead. The bangs at the sides were longer and reached down to her cheeks. Her breasts weren't prominent... one could say she was almost flat chested."So...?" I said and stood there unsure of how to begin.
"₹ 800 for handjob... ₹ 1500 if you want me to be topless while doing it." She stated her rates. But I had already had a handjob from her. What I really wanted was a proper blowjob.
"How much for a blowjob?" I asked her.
"You will have to take a bath if you want that." She said.
'That's fair', I thought to myself. I smelled sweaty. But I got an idea.
"How much if I want you to come in the shower with me... naked... you can wash me and give me the blowjob afterwards." I asked.
She stood unresponsive for a few moments, probably calculating how much she could ask me for that.
"₹ 5000." She said.
"Agreed," I said quickly, "Now come and take off my clothes."
She closed the gap between us. When she was right in front of me, her hands came up to the hem of my t shirt and pulled it up. I raised my hands up allowing her to pull it off me. She then bent at her waist and pulled down my shorts and underwear. My hard cock sprung up as it got freed. I stepped out of the clothes and looked at her expectantly.
She stood back two steps and then pulled her long top up over her head. Her upper body covered by a black bra came into view. The bra barely had cups to be even called cups. Her skin looked really nice. She then pulled her tights down her legs exposing a matching black thong. She had to work a little to pull the tights off her ankles. She moved on to take off the bra. Her hands reached behind and unsnapped the bra in one swift motion. Her hands then came to the front and pulled the tiny bra off her arms. Her breasts were merely nipples. There was no flesh there. It was strangely arousing. I had always admired curvaceous women. This was new to me... finding myself getting harder looking at Mary's flat chest topped by pinkish nipples.
She then inserted her thumb beneath the threadlike straps of the thong and removed it. Her shaved pussy looked really smooth. She turned her back to me and walked to the bathroom, her bubble butt jiggling behind her.