My name is Palash and I reside in a remote village. Since my childhood, I have displayed great talent and I owe it all to my mother. Our ancestral house is located at the edge of the village, right before the farming lands of the local farmers. The view of Bashundhara during paddy cultivation in the rainy season was a beautiful sight to grow up with.
Speaking of my family, my grandmother passed away five years ago and my grandfather before I was even born. So now, it's just me, my mother, and my father, making us a family of three.
Given the limited job opportunities in our area, my father works abroad. He moved to Saudi Arabia when I was six years old. In order to avoid the hassle of visas and travel expenses, my father comes back home every two years during Durga Puja. After spending a month with us, he goes back to work.
Now, let's get to the main story. I won't tell you the entire story, but I will reveal the most exciting truth of my life today.
But before that, let me introduce you to my mother. Her name is Madhavi, and she is 39 years old with a dark brown complexion. My mother and I take care of our own farming land, and as a result of working hard, she doesn't have much fat on her body. Her face is as beautiful as an idol and her seductive allure as a brunette is truly captivating. The most attractive part of her is her belly, which is perfectly shaped like a fish tank.
Now, let's get back to the facts. I am currently a young man of 20 years old.
Four years ago today, when I was 16, things started to change for me. I did exceptionally well in my secondary exams, scoring 92% and coming first in our block. My mother was overjoyed with my success. When I arrived home, my brother Anand hugged me and showered me with kisses. While my mother often shows affection like this, for some reason, that day, I was taken aback by her revealing neckline.
Other than studying and occasionally playing sports, I don't have much else going on in my life. I have always loved my mother, but I've started to become infatuated with her appearance. During the summer, she takes a bath every night before going to bed.
We only have one bed in our house, and I have slept with my mother since I was a child. I feel like my mother doesn't realize that I am growing up. However, I distract myself with my treasured 8-inch toy.
The night after the exam results were announced, my mother and I had dinner together. After she went to take a bath, I laid in bed, lost in thoughts about her. Suddenly, my heart started racing, and I couldn't control my excitement. Meanwhile, my mother doesn't allow me to sleep on my stomach, claiming it is unhealthy. Suddenly, my mother finished her bath and entered the room. I pretended to be asleep and lay still.
My mother changed her wet clothes and put on a dry nightgown. She tied a shawl covering her chest, leaving the edge slightly above her knee. This is how my mother sleeps at night. When she noticed me, she called me and said, "Sona, don't lie down and sleep." Despite my desires, I couldn't express them. I continued pretending to sleep. Believing that I was asleep, my mother gently nudged my shoulder to make me lie down. Instantly, my 8-inch toy created a noticeable bulge in my pants.
The rooster's trick deceived my mother and she fell asleep silently, leading me to also close my eyes and lie down. Curiosity got the best of me, so I contemplated shaking the dish to determine if my mother was keeping an eye on me. To my surprise, there was no cow. This discovery caused me to drift off to sleep.
Since the outcomes were already revealed, I decided not to leave the house the next day, feeling a sense of relaxation as if on vacation. However, I was forbidden to venture outside because of my strong desire to witness my mother engaged in an intimate act. Despite my fear of my mother, which was akin to fearing Yama, the god of death, I chose to remain silent.
Having a meal of Bengali rice at noon tends to make me drowsy, so I am no different from my mother in this aspect.
Following lunch, my mother retired to bed early, giving me the opportunity to watch some television later on.
During this time, I observed my mother arranging clothes in the display case. Suddenly, a few bras and panties slipped from her hands and onto the floor.
Mother instructed me to pick them up, but I dared not touch my mother so casually. I responded, "Don't bother organizing them if you're not going to wear them."
Mother retorted, "I read them when I go out somewhere."
I quipped, "In the summer, a smaller bra and panty will allow the fan's breeze to caress you."
Mother agreed with a simple "hmmm."
I didn't say anything further. After dinner, my mother went to bathe, so I retreated to my room and went to sleep. When I woke up, I noticed my mother had returned wearing the bra and panty. I was astonished at the sight of my mother, realizing she looked incredibly seductive.