Son Helps Sex-Starved Mom

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It was 4 pm already, everyone’s parents had come and gone, except my sex-starved mom. My class teacher Suresh met with the last one and came out.

“You informed about the parent’s meet or not?” he asked me.

“I did, sir. My mom said she’ll be here,” I said.

“You got only 5 minutes. If your parent is not here, I’ll have to fail you in all the subjects, and you’ve already failed in 2,” he said.

“Hey Aravind, I’m here,” my mom shouted.

“Oh, there she is, sir,” I informed Suresh sir.

He was awestruck by my mom’s beauty. My Indian housewife mom was wearing a transparent red saree tucked well below her hip with a sleeveless blouse and red lipstick. She also had a waist chain on, which she has never used as far as I know.

“Who are you, mam?” Suresh sir asked my mom.

“I’m Aravind’s parent, sir, sorry I was stuck in traffic,” she said.

“You’re his parent? You’re so young to be someone’s parent,” he said.

Mom blushed and said, “I get that a lot.”

“Come in. I can’t keep you waiting outside,” he said as he put his hand on her bareback and guided her inside. I followed them in. Suresh pulled a chair and made mom sit.

“Thank you, sir, you’re such a gentleman,” she said.

“You haven’t told me your name yet,” Suresh said.

“My name is Anita, Suresh sir,” mom said.

“Oh, you already know my name. That’s good. What do you do, Anita?” he asked.

“I’m just a housewife, sir,” she said.

“Really? I thought you were working for an MNC. You look like that too,” he said.

Mom blushed and asked, “What makes you think that?”

“I mean, look at you. You’re so hot and sexy. No one will believe you’re a housewife,” he said.

“I just work out and do yoga regularly,” mom said, still blushing.

“You know, you look even cuter when you blush,” he said.

“Oh, stop it, sir, I’m too old now,” mom said.

He held her hand and caressed it smoothly. He slowly lifted it and kissed her hand.

“Your skin is still so smooth. I still don’t believe you’re the mother of a boy. You look like you’re in your late 20s,” he said and kissed her hand again. Mom was still blushing. He kept kissing her hand. It was awkward for me to simply stand there. But he had forgotten my presence already.

“Stop it, sir, I’m a shy woman,” mom said.

“Really? I love shy women,” he said and let go of her hand.

“Can we talk about my son’s marks now?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, sure. He failed in two subjects. But that won’t be a problem. Please don’t worry. He’ll have a retest next week, and I’ll make sure he passes,” he said and gave mom my report card.

“Are you sure? I thought there will be no retests,” mom said.

“And I never thought Aravind’s mom would look like a model. I guess we’re both wrong today,” he said.

Mom smiled and said, “I don’t know how to thank you for helping my son in his studies, sir.”

“You can thank me by inviting me to dinner at your house if you want,” he said.

“Sure, that would be great. How about tonight?” mom asked.

“Tonight would be great. I’ll look up your address in your Aravind’s biodata, and I’ll be at your house,” he said.

“Ok, sounds good. So I assume we can leave now. I’ll start the dinner preparations right away,” mom said and stood up.

“Yes, you may leave now. And looking forward to the dinner, Anita,” he said and kissed her hand again. And then we left. Mom didn’t talk about anything about that even after we reached home.

“Well, that was kinda awkward,” I said.

“Well, things went according to our plan, didn’t they?” she said.

“I didn’t expect things to go down right in front of me! I thought he’d at least ask me to wait outside,” I said.

“Leave it. You passed your exams, and I’m gonna get my reward tonight. That’s all it matters,” she said.

“I just hope it stays between us. I don’t want my classmates to know that I passed my exams because my mom slept with the teacher,” I said.

“I’ll take care of that, you don’t worry about it,” mom said and kissed my cheeks.

“Also a huge transformation from last week. Never thought you were this naughty,” I said.

Mom laughed and said, “I’ve always been like this, honey. This is my other side, which you haven’t seen before,” she winked.

If you are confused, yes, it was all a plan. My mom and I have a pretty straight forward and open relationship. I knew she needed sex, and she knew I needed marks. So this duo of mom and son just helped each other.

It started when I saw her masturbating in her room with the door open. She was embarrassed by that accident. We didn’t speak for days after that. But one day, I sat down with her to talk.

“Don’t worry, mom, I didn’t think bad of you after that. You’re a human too. I totally understand,” I said.

“Thank you, dear. I’m glad you understand. It’s just that I haven’t been touched by a man in a long time,” she said. She was genuinely sad.

“You are still so beautiful, though,” I said.

“But your dad is not active in bed anymore, honey.”

“Why not try someone else then? Our satisfaction and happiness are also important, mom.”

“You’re saying I should cheat on your dad?” She asked.

“Yes, why not? Take care of your happiness first,” I said.

“I could have done that already if I wanted to. I used to have a few affairs in my earlier days of marriage. Because back then, I used to think your dad doesn’t care about me. He only cares about his business. But I was wrong. He really cares about the family and me. So I was unable to cheat on him,” mom said.

“I know you love dad. But you need sexual satisfaction. You don’t have to love the other men with whom you do it,” I said.

Mom hugged me. “My little boy is so matured now,” she said and smiled.

A week later, the parent’s meet was announced in my class. And I know that my class teacher is so desperate. I’ve once seen his phone when he was not in class. He has a lot of dating apps and porn despite being married.

So I knew he was the right guy and talked to mom about it. She was a bit hesitant but later accepted it, and now we’re here.

I’ll narrate what happened in the next story. Send your feedback to [email protected]

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