Bachelor son's sweet anal obsession - Part 1
This is a work of fiction of a mad man with mad tastes. I am Priya. One can call me a very traditional but trendy, conservative, simple housewife who happens to be an ardent teacher of Carnatic dance at a nearby school. My husband, Ravi is a busy merchant. I am in my 40s and he is 60. We have been happily married for 25 years and we have a son, Deva who is 24 years old and works in government service. My routine since the time of marriage has been pretty much the same. I wake up at 4 am, do the chores, send those soldiers to the battlefield, go to dance school, maintain the home and serve my lovely soldiers when they are back from fighting the world. What I am going to narrate changed my life upside down. In the 25th year of my marriage, a series of events made me lose myself in a bottomless pit of myriad sensations of such rapture which any traditional woman would be ashamed to even share even though they secretly yearn for it in their darkest fantasies. Such was the wickedness, wildness, debauchery, and perverted lustfulness that I was awakened into. And the awakener was none other than my own son. It all started a few years back when Deva had just started a job in government service. As any loving traditional parents would do at that juncture, we wanted to get our son married. But Deva was adamant as hell that he would not marry. He had no girlfriend, no relationship, no love interest of any kind even though several girls- some daughters of my friends, were attracted and drooling over his mere strong masculine appearance and deep voice. My son cannot be described as the charming talkative type. He is taciturn. Spends time working out, traveling, and reading. He moves his imposing body quietly but confidently. He is very thoughtful and preempts much of my needs before I even have to raise them. He gets me a waterbag when I get periods, watches over me when I am taking classes, makes delicious parathas and paneer, makes me laugh when I worry and takes me out when needed. He is such a gentleman and I see no reason why he should remain unmarried. Thoroughly fed up after his 65th rejection of the proposal, I decided to have a serious conversation with him. That evening, I went to his room. He was inside the bathroom showering after his gym time. I sat on his bed and noticed his laptop. I saw images of a saree-clad woman’s behind. Buxom, shapely beautiful figures. It felt quite funny too because the saree in the image was almost the same saree I was wearing. Or is it?! Before I could get to seek the saree in close, my son came out wearing his white kurta and pajamas. “Kya hein, maa?” Dev smiled. “Young man!” I blurted. “What is it?” Deva quipped. His hair was disheveled, but his eyes were calm and quiet, despite my temper. He even seemed to be finding humor in it. “So many good proposals and you reject everything with impunity. At least give them a read before rejecting!” “Why should I waste my time? Rejection is the right response or else I will ruin the life of another person.” I made him sit near me. “What’s really bothering you, son?” I asked. “ I’ve been meaning to answer this, maa. Now I think it is the right time. I want you to listen carefully maa. Don’t judge.” “Okay” I whispered, looking at his composed eyes. “I’m..I’m obsessed with your ass, mother. Nothing else turns me on. No other woman arouses me. I’ve tried it many times but failed. I respond to your ass. Only to your beautiful ass.” I felt my like I got hit by seven speeding trains. “Chiiii! You idiot! You dirty swine! How could you even think like this! Hey Bhagwan!! What has my son become!! This is most disgusting!!!” Dev was silent. In his silence, I regained my composure. “Should I tell this to your father?” “Will that help, maa? It will not solve anything apart from jeopardizing my marital future.” “What will help you, Dev?” “I’ve tried forgetting, masturbating, everything..but it is not working maa.” Slowly, I realized. “The woman in your laptop screen..it’s..its..?” I trembled. “It is you, mother” Dev completed. We sat for a few minutes in silence. I could not even look into my son’s eyes. “Maa” Dev broke the silence. “There is perhaps one way you can help. You see, I fantasize and have these fetishes due to wild imaginations..perhaps..if I can come back to reality and perhaps if I can really experience your ass to my heart’s content…then the cravings might be satiated. And then I might be to respond to other women.” “Chiiii! It’s so immoral”, I responded. “It is just like I craved for chole battura the first time, mother. Remember the story you used to say..when I was a kid, I cried and cried and fought for it. But after some months, I let go of my obsession to chole battura and moved on to other dishes.” I sat there for some time and thought over it. Perhaps he is right. This might be the only way to ensure that he gets to be with a girl and lead a normal life. A matter of a few days or weeks, then he will get over his obsession and be like a normal person. So I agreed by laying down some conditions. “You can feel my ass as much as you wish. I will be available whenever you message me. But you must promise that you will not touch or feel any other body part of mine. You will remove my clothing only to the extent of seeing my ass.” “Okay. I promise. Thank you, mother,” Dev’s eyes brightened up, but as I walked out, I saw his smile and he looked like a wolf. A kind but very hungry wolf. “Tomorrow, beta” I said. “Tonight.” he corrected. “After papa has slept, come to my room in this very same saree, ma.” he smiled. “Geez beta!” I could not help but blush. “You’ll be safe with me mother, you know that.” “I trust you, son.” My heart was pounding 100 miles.