My Mallu Mom Padma – Part 1 (Prologue)

I want to introduce you to the main characters of this story first.

My mom, Padma is a 45-year-old housewife living in Idukki District in Kerala. She is 5 foot 2 inches, big boobed, nice ass, and wears nighties at home and sarees when she goes out. Her measurements would be 36DD-32-36. She takes good care of herself.

My mom does yoga and maintains a healthy routine to stay fit. Even after two C-sections, she has a nice tummy someone would like to grab. She has a good sexual relationship with her husband. They have sex at least twice a week. They were high school sweethearts, and she hadn’t been with another man.

Her husband does only missionary sex and that is all that she knew and liked. She hasn’t tried any kinky stuff yet.

Padma is the eldest daughter-in-law at her in-law’s place and was highly regarded by everyone in the family. Everyone respected her very much. She was married to the eldest son in the family, and there are a total of 6 brothers and 5 sisters in the family.

The younger brothers love to ogle at her whenever they got a chance. They were very scared of their elder brother and usually stayed away. Padma noticed it and caught a few of them staring at her assets but never reacted and acted as if nothing happened.

Her husband’s younger siblings were at least 20 years younger than him. That means at least 10-15 years younger than her. She only saw them as young men and thought it was normal for them to ogle. She also loved the attention.

She also noticed that her son was growing up and was interested in girls of his age. He will always have a few girlfriends to talk about all the time. She knew he was sexually active as she had noticed cum-stained bed sheets from his bed and also got a glimpse of his morning wood at least a few times a week when she had to wake him for college. She knew he was well-hung like her husband from the tent he would make with the blanket before he woke up. She was happy that he would be able to satisfy his partners well.

Ajay (me) – The son – I am 19 years old, 5 feet 10 inches, and lean. I love the opposite gender. I loved and respected my sister and mother a lot.

My dad’s younger brother showed me my first porno movie. I felt like it was chosen for me. In the video, a mother, son, and daughter were having sex. The mother was seen grabbing the boy’s cock and stroking it while the boy squeezed her boobs and later sucked them. The mother later sucked her son’s cock and taught her daughter to suck him.

I could feel my head go numb and cock get hard. I replaced the characters in the video with my mom and sister. I imagined my mom and sister naked, playing with my cock and sucking it, and I later took turns to fuck them.

I used the restroom and masturbated violently, almost calling out my mother’s name! It was the first time I had masturbated. Streams of cum flew from my cock. I couldn’t handle the jerk. I felt weak on my knees. I now had created a mental image of my naked mother. Her big boobs and fleshy thighs and hairy pussy. I imagined her having a slutty smile inviting me to fuck her pussy.

I remained hard for a long time before I slept that night. After that, I watched many porn videos that night, but this video stayed with me. I started masturbating to my mother, Padma’s naked body. Even though I imagined my sister naked, I was turned on by my sexy mother.

After coming home the next day, I started noticing my mother – her features, lips, face, eyes, and big boobs that were pushing through her nightie. I realized that Padma wasn’t wearing any bra, like every other Indian housewife at home. I could see mom’s boobs sway when she bent down while doing housework.

I noticed my mother like a woman. I was checking out her ass and imagining how she would look if she bent over and spread her ass. I so badly wanted to see her naked. I didn’t know what I wanted to do next. Maybe all I wanted to do was see if my voluptuous mother would match up to the naked image I had built in my head.

I peeped and even saw my mom taking a bath. She was completely naked. Her melons looked beautiful, swaying as she was bathing. They weren’t sagging. They were a perfect 10, just like my mother.

She had a flat stomach and a trimmed pussy. She didn’t have a big butt, but it looked perfect. I was happy to see her naked. She closely resembled the naked image I built about her.

After watching her bathe a few times, I stopped it. I didn’t know what I wanted from her. Right then, she was just easy access to a mature woman I could see naked, nothing more.

One day, while studying for my exams, I overheard what sounded like my parents having sex. I was so excited that I wanted to hear them clearly and maybe see them. I rushed to the adjacent room and tried to peep. I couldn’t see much, the lights were off.

From the light outside the house, I could see my father, Girish arching over my mother. Her legs were on his shoulder and he was fucking her nice and hard. My mother was moaning in a very low tone. That was when Girish started grabbing her boob and sucking them very hard and maybe even bit her nipple. Padma let out a loud moan filled with pain and pleasure.

I stood there with a rock-hard cock while hearing my father sucking my mother’s big boobs most sloppily and hungrily. I imagined my mother’s boobs wet from all the saliva from my father.

Over the years, my interest in Padma changed. I kept watching porn movies and started replacing porn actresses with my sex goddess of a mother, Padma. I started masturbating to her more, imagining her in those porn scenes. I started watching more and more videos of mature women with young guys.

I didn’t like other mature women, I only liked to see young men with mature older women. I was slowly thinking of myself with my mother. I hadn’t told myself that. I was fine seeing my father fucking her. I would watch porn with rough sex and imagine my sext mother being fucked like that and masturbate hard.

The thought of my mother being fucked that hard was exciting for me. I wanted to hear her moan and scream with pleasure. I was yet to see myself behind my mother, pulling her hair and fucking her like a bitch. Thinking of her naked and being fucked like a slut was enough. Who was fucking her was immaterial.

She just had to be fucked, maybe even degraded and humiliated. I loved the idea. I also wanted my mom to know that I was growing up. I would show Padma my morning wood when she would come to wake me up. I had seen my mother stand near me and admire the tent my cock made for a moment before calling my name and waking me up.