A Dreamy Afternoon With My Rain Drenched Mother - Part 1
This is a real incident that happened when I was in B.Sc First year in a Mumbai College. I belonged to a small town and had come to Mumbai to study. My name is Adarsh. I was at that time 19 years old. I was always interested in exercising and keeping myself fit so I was 6’2” in height and 72 kgs in weight. I had excellent biceps and abs and attended gym even in Mumbai. Since we were well off, I stayed not in a hostel but in a one BHK apartment in Mumbai. I had normal sexual desires but I was a virgin. My cock was also, like the rest of me well developed. I had an uncut cock which was 8 inches when hard and was light brown in colour. I shaved my pubic hair regularly. Once I fell ill with some throat infection and so my mother had come to look after me for a few days till I was fully recovered. My father had his job so he did not come. Mom actually belonged to Mumbai before marriage but now she had no relatives here. So she could easily come to my place on her own. It was monsoon season so by the time she reached my apartment, she was totally drenched in the rains and very wet. I opened the door as soon as she knocked. He coming was a surprise to me since she had not informed me beforehand. She came into the room and was wearing a saree and blouse which were all very wet and dripping. Let me describe my mother here. No one will really believe that she is my mother. She looked more like my sister. She was short compared to me and her head came only upto my chest. She was very fair and had long black hair which came down to her buttocks. Here figure was slim, maybe 34-28-36. And she looked almost like a girl. Her eyes were large and lips small and naturally red. Generally speaking she is a very very sexually desirable woman and I had no guilt feelings when I sometimes masturbated fantasizing about fucking her. I did that often. Now as I saw her standing there totally wet, I felt a stirring inside my underwear. Rather than feeling that my mother had come rushing to look after me, or that she was wet from the rain and needed to dry herself, I felt lust and desire for her tender body rising in me. I was wearing just my shorts and my cock was getting hard underneath. I controlled myself and told her, “You are totally wet Ma, why don’t you dry yourself in the bathroom?” She said, “All my clothes are wet Adarsh, and my dry clothes are in my suitcase. I cannot take the suitcase into the bathroom. Let me go in, give me a towel and after I dry myself, give me some dry clothes”. She handed over the suitcase and keys to me and went into the bathroom and latched it. I opened here suitcase and took out some clothes. After about five minutes, she called out, “OK Adarsh, hand me the clothes now” and opened the door slightly. I handed over a saree and a blouse and she latched the door again. After sometime she called out again, “Hey who will give me the underclothings? You have just given me saree and blouse”. I had done this deliberately, so I asked ”what more do you need Ma?” “Give me one petticoat, a white coloured bra and a white panty. You know all that na?” “No Ma, what is a Panty” “Ohoh! It is the underwear you wear below. You are so innocent even at this age” she said. I already had her assortment of panties on my lap and was feeling each of them. They had Size 36 mentioned on them. There were two white ones. One with some pink flowered patterns and one plain white. I was imagining which of them would be more fun peeling down her legs. I decided it would be the flowered patterned one. Yet I asked, “there are two white ones here Ma, which one?” “Is there one with a pink flower pattern on it?” she asked. I waited for a minute so that it would appear that I am searching. Then I said, “Yes Ma, it is there”. “Then give it to me” she said. This appeared to be a good sign to me. The one I wanted to take off her, was the one she wanted to put on. I kissed the crotch of the panty, placed the tip of my tongue on its crotch so that it became slightly wet there and I handed over the lot to her. Soon she came out dressed in dry clothes and hair waving. She might not have noticed that her panty crotch was wet with my licking. I had a small functional kitchen and she went into it. She asked me if I would like anything specific to eat. In my mind I said “Yes ma, your cunt” but aloud I said “Anything you want to cook is ok Ma”. She came out again and opened the refrigerator to see what was inside. I lapped my head, because I had forgotten to hide my bottle of whiskey which was in the refrigerator. “What is this?” she asked “You drink?”. I put my head down and said nothing and thankfully she let it go at that. But there were no vegetables in the fridge and so she had to make some rice which we had with some dal. By then it was past 2 PM and we were both tired, so we wanted to lie down for sometime till evening. The problem arose because there was just one room and one bed. Anyway we both lay down and stretched ourselves. I was still in my shorts. Mom did not mind because after all I was her son. Soon she was snoring softly. I could not sleep. I kept looking at my sleeping mom. Her mouth was slightly open. I do not know what came over me, but I slowly started lifting her saree and petticoat to her hips. Her legs were sensational. I could see the panty now and it was more wet than it was when I had handed it over to her. Perhaps she was slowly oozing juice. Something woke her up and she sat up suddenly. Realising what was happening, she asked “What are you doing Adarsh?” I did expect her to get very angry now, so I thought I might as well tell her my feelings and face the anger rather than simply listen to her. I said, “You saw what happened Ma. I was trying to look at you. You know? You are a very beautiful woman, and I have always fantasised you when I masturbated” I blurted out.