Mother’s Plight During Pandemic – Part 3
The story picks up just after the events of Part 2. I (Abhiram) had to oversee my mother’s (Spoorti) first session as a prostitute with our landlord, Ramappa. I watched this session as my mother was scared of violence or worse, given her first time doing it for money. I watched my mom get a hardcore fuck. Ramappa left at 5 pm. I closed the door behind him and went to check on my mother in the bedroom. I’ll explain the scene for a better picture. I see my mother lying on the bed with her legs in an M shape spread apart, with a polythene bag over her sprained ankle. Her body was covered in sweat, and her face was smeared with semen. Her sweaty, waist-length hair covered one of her breasts. The other was plopped to the side. Her left hand was on her stomach as though she was in pain. Her right hand covered her face (I could see the underarm hair here). I could see her vagina in the pubic bush, making me think how moist it would feel putting my hand in there. I was aroused for the 100th time. But a voice in the back of my head said that I shouldn’t as she had just been ‘used.’ I thought she was asleep from the tiredness, and therefore I touched her stomach area and said, “Ma?” I wanted to squeeze her breasts which were centimeters away from my hand now. She saw me, and I could see her face going red. She immediately turned to her side, facing her back to me. Now I could see her bubble butt. Her stomach line showed small fat tires. “He left?” “Yes, Ma.” “Beta, you leave me alone here and go sleep in the hall.” I didn’t feel like trying to get her to have sex with me at the moment, given her pain and the fact that Ramappa had just been there. It turned me down a bit. But I thought I could at least get to touch and explore her body that day. I didn’t want her to have it with me reluctantly. I could wait. I say, “Ma, at least take a bath. It could be unhygienic.” “I can’t, beta, my stomach is paining and my sprain…” I see my chance and say, “Ma do you want help? I can bathe you.” There was a 10-second silence, and she said, a bit sadly, “Beta, I made you watch over this as I was scared of violence. I can try and take a bath on my own in 1 hour.” I say, “Ma, I know you don’t need to explain this. I don’t mind bathing you now.” I didn’t wait for her to reply, so I lifted her arm and made her sit. Her body felt slimy. I put her arm around my shoulder and made her stand. Her hair fell over her breasts, and we started limping to the bathroom. I made her sit on the stool. I partitioned her hair into two and covered her breasts. I didn’t want to arouse myself more than what it was already. “Ma, I’m removing my clothes as they will get wet.” I hastily removed my shirt and shorts. I left my underwear so as her to notice my bulge purposely. I started the hand shower and washed her hair first. I then tied her silky smooth hair in a bun. “Ma, since I can’t keep your hair in this position, please keep both your hands on your head. It’ll be easy for me to….” She cut me short, “Ok, beta.” I could see her huge pear-like saggy breasts. They weren’t wrinkly but only drooping down. I touched them with one hand and sprayed water from the showerhead with the other. They felt like touching warm, smooth clay. I slightly squeezed the left one to see my mom’s reaction. She had closed her eyes and wasn’t even looking at me. She felt it but didn’t say anything or stop me. She was fairer than me (I am 5/10, and she is 7/10 on a fairness scale, you could say.) The only change in her skin tone was from her bruises from how Ramappa held her before. I cleaned the cum off her face, and then I crouched. I asked her to stand, and she did. It looked like I was a mechanic under a car. I slowly poured water on her vagina and ran my fingers through her pubes. She quickly tried to stop me, and I removed my hand before she could. Her eyes were still closed. I could see the red hand marks running down her thighs from when Ramappa had held her. Some water rebounded from her body and hit my face. I couldn’t stop myself and went straight to kiss her vagina. I felt the pubic hair around my mouth first. Then I felt the smooth, thick vagina with my lips and tongue. Then it was over, and my mom had pulled my head back with her hair. She slapped me, and I could feel the wrath. “Beta, I know I have become a prostitute. I’m only doing this for us and the money. I can’t have you also using me. You are my son after all,” she said half angrily and sadly. She quickly wrapped herself with a towel and said, “You wash up and come.” After this, I was devastated. She probably would not have me penetrating her and I didn’t want to force her. I had to come up with another idea. Later that night, she was sleeping next to me in the hall as the bedroom was still dirty. She was wearing a nighty. I couldn’t sleep at all that night. At 3 am I could hear my mom snoring, so again, I took my chance. I slowly lifted her nighty and saw her white panty. I pulled the elastic and put my middle finger straight into her vagina. It felt moist, wet, and tight. I heard a soft “Ah!,” and then my stupid voice in the back of the head said, “She will throw you out of the house if she wakes up now.” I stopped dead and checked if she had woken up and was relieved to see her eyes still closed. I closed her dress up and went back to sleep. The next day I didn’t talk much to my mother. She was now taking painkillers, and I could only guess why. I went out to get some groceries and met my friend. Then it hit me. I can pretend to be a client to my mom. I can ask for a BDSM fantasy and keep her blindfolded with earbuds so she would not recognize me. I asked my friend if he had an extra SIM card. I told him I was trying to start a small business. He luckily had one, and I got it off him within 2 days.