My Strict Indian Mother – Part 1
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Hey folks, my name is Abhiram. This is a true story I wanted to tell. I initially developed incestuous feelings towards my mother. All this happened during my 3rd year summer holidays in engineering.
So, here is some background about my family. I come from a small family of just my father, mother and me. My father passed away in the initial waves of covid. It has just been the two of us since then. We are the typical middle-class family. We aren’t in need of money and can make do financially.
We live in a 2 BHK house in Bangalore. It’s a small house with thin walls. I’ve mostly been brought up in this house. Ever since childhood, I’ve known my mother as a strict parent. She has always kept me in line, out of mischief, telling me God would punish bad people.
My mother’s name is Krupanidhi, and she is 46 years old. She is very old-fashioned, just like her name. Everyone around us calls her Krupa Aunty. She was a school teacher but left her job almost 5 years ago. She always used to dress in a saree while going out.
She wore traditional chudidar at home and nighties at night. She always stressed discipline. She used to wake up early daily to do Pooja at 6 am. She never drank or smoked. My mother looked like a generic Indian aunty and always wore her black hair in a bun. It was long and waist length if left otherwise.
She had a round face with sharp features. She is overweight, with a visible potbelly and fat on her back. Her height is about 5.5, with a large waist. Her breasts are massive but saggy due to her age. It could easily be E cups. Her complexion is fair.
My body structure is the opposite, about 6 feet thin and an average penis length of 5 inches. I never found my mother or her body type attractive before.
Since my father’s demise, my mother has never been the same. She has emotionally taken a toll and generally cries at night. Her usual disciplined routine is also lagging.
The story starts here on a hot Saturday summer morning. My mom had woken up late, quickly bathed and started her pooja. She was wearing her nighty, which was unusual, but probably in a hurry. Her hair was still damp and sticky.
Some parts of her nighty were also damp, like the neckline, underarm and near her belly. She completes her pooja, and the doorbell rings.
“Abhiram, go get the door. What are you doing watching TV? Can’t you hear the bell?” My mom yells at me from the kitchen. She had gone to wash her hands in the sink.
I am slightly annoyed but go to the door.
“Sir, one package for Krupanidhi. If she is here, her sign is required. ”
I am slightly shocked as, generally, my mom never ordered online. The package was kept on the floor as the delivery guy held the notepad. I return to the house and scream, “Ma, package for you. Your signature is required.”
She hurries over in her white floral nightie and stands in front of me.
“Oh, the package came early?”
She signs, and he leaves. She smells like sandalwood and bends down to pick up the parcel. This was the moment, guys, I noticed something off. When my mom bent over, her nighty creased over her ass. As I thought, she was not wearing any underwear.
I noticed a line following her ass, getting the cloth damp. When she stands up, her waist slightly bumps into mine. She slipped slightly, and instinctively, I tried to catch her by the waist.
Since I am taller, I misjudged where her waist would be. My hands ended up on her upper belly, touching her underboobs.
“Sorry, Ma. Tried to catch you.”
She says ok and goes back inside as though nothing happened. I could feel the boner in my pants. I knew that my mother was not even wearing underwear underneath her clothes. I had never felt this lust before.
After that, it was an uneventful day. I was lost in these thoughts mostly. I saw the curvature of my mother’s huge ass right in front of me. My intrusive thoughts only made me want to grab it and stick my penis in there.
“Snap, Snap. What are you lost? Clean up the dishes before you sleep. “
It was already nighttime. My mom was in her usual chudidar. It was light pink. She says that and leaves to sleep. She closes her bedroom door behind her. I sleep 30 minutes later and leave my door open as I forget it. Our bedrooms are adjacent to each other.
I switch off all the lights and open the window. After 20 minutes, I hear a buzzing sound. I thought a bee got in and tried to sleep it off. Afterwards, I heard some sobbing sounds as though someone was crying. I was still thinking about my mother’s ass.
Because of the crying sound, I thought my mother was crying. This snaps me out of the dream, and I think of my mother’s unfortunate hardships.
The next morning I woke up early, thinking about how my mom was crying the previous night. I go to check up on her silently. I slowly opened the door, and I almost tripped on something on the floor. It was the cardboard box from yesterday’s package.
I bend down and switch on the torch on my phone to read what it says. “The vibrator for sensual….”
I was completely shocked. My traditional mother indulged in sex toys when only her son was home. I pointed my torch at the bed and had the perfect morning wood. My mom’s back was facing me. Her hair was all haphazard.
She was sleeping on the edge of the bed on her side, and her hair was touching the floor. She was wearing only the pink kurti, and her pants were on the floor in front. One could see her body structure easily. Two huge humps for her breasts and ass, with an inward curve separating them.
Her kurti had a split, which was like a curtain to heaven for me. It had fallen since she was sleeping on her side, and I could clearly see her ass. The front slit was intact, and I tried to peep for her vagina.
Her ass was, in one word, HUGE. It had a good amount of fat and stretch marks. The fat drooped and covered her asshole. I could see long pubic hair protruding. I so wanted to touch it but was instantly gripped with fear.
I restrained myself from thinking about how she was my mother. I was just about to kill these thoughts and leave when my phone light fell on something shiny on her ass. The vibrator was still in there!
It was a kind of vibrator which inserted into the vagina and ass at the same time. Compact for its size. My mom turns in her sleep twice and now is facing me.
I get scared and try to turn off my phone torch quickly. I catch a glimpse of her thick forest-like pubic hair covering her pussy. The bed was soiled as though she had cum all over it.
I leave her room quietly.
The whole day I kept thinking about what I saw and I only lusted to touch my mother inappropriately. Later that afternoon, my mom suggested to me. We are eating lunch at the table, and she still wears the same chudidar.
“Beta, I am losing touch with my religion. I want to go on a pilgrimage in the western ghats of Karnataka.”
I barely hear it and reply, “You can go, ma.”
“What? You are also coming. I need you to drive me around.”
Since my thoughts were still on her ass, I thought this could be a perfect opportunity to try and seduce her. I then realize again what I’m thinking and cut it out.
“Ma, take a bus, na. It should be cheaper.”
“No point arguing now, since you are on holiday anyway, you will also come and pray.”
That is the end of part one. Read on to see if I can touch my mother during our road trip. Send your views at [email protected].
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