My Voluptuous, Homely Mother Spreads Joy
Hello people, This is Nikhil, 18. I’m writing here for the first time. Sit back, whip your cock out and enjoy this sexstory of my mother’s promiscuity. I have a family of 4 people, my Father, Amma, Me and my younger brother. Ours is a normal South Indian family; we lead happy, contented lives; everything as usual, just like yours. Dad works in a private finance firm, which requires him to go on occasional business trips. Amma is a housewife, she used to teach English in my school earlier, but stopped after my brother was born. My mother is like any other housewife of her age; Cooks food for us, goes to the bazaar, cleans the house, does puja regularly, all in all, a pretty wholesome mom. Now, let me come to the interesting part. She is fair-complexioned, 5’5″ tall and weighs about 70 kgs and has a bombshell of a body. Amma is a voluptuous woman with round, jiggly, oversized breasts. Her torso gently slopes to a fleshy waist with a deep, round navel. She has plump and motherly hips and has an amazing large bum which jiggles and drives people around her insane. She mostly dresses in sarees and ties them above her navel, but due to her busty body, the saree gets dragged down and her deep navel is open to lecherous eyes of men most of the time. Most of Amma’s blouses are tight, because she put on weight after my brother was born, hence, her large breasts are always pressing out of the blouse and a lot of her tit-flesh pops out. So if her pallu drops, you’ll have an incredible view of her busty, jiggly mangoes. She doesn’t wear a bra in the house so I’ve seen the outline of her big areolae at times. I’ve seen how men, young and old, look at her when she goes to the market for shopping. There was this time when I noticed a scoundrel vegetable seller peering into her cleavage when her pallu fell and nicely felt her boobs with his fingers while handing the vegetables to her, which I think mom didn’t notice. Now coming to the main story, I was in 5th class that time, and my mom was around 36 years old. Me and my mother had to travel from Vijayawada to Delhi by train, a 48-hour journey. My brother was sick so he was at home, So Dad dropped us at the station, bought us biscuits and a water bottle and bid us goodbye. Mom was wearing a yellow cotton saree with a floral pattern on it and green blouse, which was as expected a bit too tight. We found our berths and sat down, the train was not very full because there were political tensions in Andhra Pradesh that time. Near our berths were three men who were in the 30-40 years range. They were nice and friendly and we quickly warmed up to them and were having a good time with snacks and conversation. I remember only one of those guys, his name was Ramesh, he was continuously eyeing Amma’s breasts and her deep open navel. After a few hours of rest, we all sat down for dinner, Ramesh was sitting beside her. His shoulders were touching hers and his right leg was touching Amma’s left thigh, but she didn’t seem to mind and continued to eat dinner. After dinner, I went to wash my hands, and the other guy, let’s call him Prasad, sat in my place very close to mom, with his body touching hers, I was surprised to see that when I came back. Prasad gave me a dirty smile and asked me to sit in the other seat, saying he needed the window for some time; I obliged and sat down. Ramesh was showing Amma some dirty WhatsApp jokes on his phone and both were laughing. Slowly, right in front of me, he put his arm around Amma, She didn’t seem to mind this and I was starting to get suspicious. But Amma was a friendly and innocent woman, so I didn’t give it too much thought. I noticed Prasad’s hand on mom’s thigh, slowly he moved it to her stomach. My mom asked him what he was doing and he replied he was missing his wife, as he hadn’t seen her in a month and that Amma’s saree reminded him of her, and he was just giving her belly a friendy touch. Slowly his finger poked into her deep navel and he started rotating his finger in her navel, My mom was acting like nothing was happening and was still laughing while looking at those WhatsApp jokes with Ramesh. I was seething with anger looking at all this happening to my beloved Amma, Suddenly, she got up from her seat and told me to get ready for sleep. I noticed Ramesh’s hand which was on her shoulder, went down to her waist and was resting on her plump ass. Prasad’s finger was still in her navel, Amma laughed at him and took out his finger from her navel, and went to the washroom. She came back, sat down and bent down to take out the suitcase, her pallu fell revealing her beautiful footballs. All the 3 men were shamelessly bending and looking at her breasts. She opened the suitcase and neatly folded her bra and put it inside. Now everyone understood why she went to the bathroom. She innocently explained to them, that bra is very uncomfortable while sleeping so she took it off. So we were sitting and chatting, and Amma’s pallu was still down, revealing her massive, fleshy mountains. A little bit of her areola on her left breast was coming out. A lassi vendor was passing by, Ramesh bought everyone lassi. He paid him and sent him away. While handing Prasad his lassi, a little bit spilled on mom’s blouse and boobs and seeped into her deep cleavage. Since, it was cold lassi mom gave a little shout, Ramesh profusely apologized and said he will help clean her. He took out his kerchief and started patting Amma’s chest, After cleaning most of it, Amma sat down back happily. After a while, Ramesh started touching Amma’s exposed areola with his finger, Amma didn’t mind and continued chatting away, He got bolder and slipped his hand into Amma’s blouse and started playing with her nipple, On Amma’s right side, Prasad too started slowly fondling her breasts. I rudely shouted at them and asked them what the hell were they doing to my mom.