“Amma!”
I shouted loudly as I stood at the door with my friend Arjun. What I saw happening in the house was very shocking. At that very moment Raja, the tailoring tutor was sitting on the bed’s edge. Leaning back with his legs spread and Amma was on her knees positioned between his legs.
She was doing something that was giving a sense of relief and pleasure to Raja. It was pissing me off, so I interrupted. “Cramps,” she said as she massaged his thighs a couple of times before stepping back. Raja was uncomfortable too. Usually, Raja is not intimidated by me.
But at that moment, next to me was a fair-skinned more than 6 feet tall and muscular man standing. My friend Arjun Chari. Seeing him there scared Raja. He got up quickly and ran out of the house. It was still my birthday and I didn’t expect this from my Amma. I was furious as I told my friend to sit.
“I’m going to have a bath,” I said in a rude tone not looking at Amma and rushed to the bathroom. ‘Maybe it was just cramped.’ I tried to convince myself. Just before walking in the bathroom, I winked at my friend. That wink meant something, something we had planned earlier.
When we saw Raja’s class going on and we hid outside a window. “Here’s what you are going to do,” I said to him. “Both of us will walk in the house. I will rush to the bathroom for a bath and will take a very long time as I usually do. That’s when you do it.”
My Plan
While you are sitting you will inquire about her new profession. You will tell her that your mother wants to stitch one blouse. Amma will ask for your mother’s measurements. You have to stare into her eyes and say, same as yours. Then you will select one from the already made collection.
Pick the sexiest of all and then tell her, “I want to see if it looks good, I don’t have a good imagination.” You will say standing very close to her. She won’t refuse. Since I have occupied the bathroom, she will have to change in front of you. I don’t think she will hesitate to change in front of an outside man.
She’s got very used to it. You help her strip out of her sari. As she stands there looking down in shame, you will take off the pallu. Then unbutton the blouse while you hug her from the front. You pull that blouse off her. That sexy white push-up bra of hers make the boobs squeeze so tight, it’s just sexy!
You will help her put on this trial blouse. But before you button it, your hands press her boobs a few times. She gets aroused. Your eyes are still locked as I go ahead and squeeze her boobs even further. She moans but bites her lips seductively. That’s when I go ahead and kiss hard on her lips.
In a rush, she tries to take off her bra. But I can’t wait. I rip off her bra to expose her huge mommy breasts. I go ahead and lick her nipples wet and suck on them a bit. They grow hard while in my mouth. I would then pinch her nipples and pull on her tits. She likes that, I saw her doing it to herself one night.
She moans even harder. I pull down her sari stripping her out of rest of her clothes. Her beautiful bare body is now in front of my eyes to feast on it. I can’t take any longer. She unzips my pants to release the beast within. She then guides my dick inside her moist warm pussy.
The pleasure is un-measurable. But I want to give her hard. I lift her off the ground and pin her against the wall. I fuck her hard. I give her good. I mean you do. You have sex with her.
Back To Reality
I was so into the plan that I was living it while narrating it to Arjun and again in the bathroom. While my friend had sex with Amma resting her on the wall. I on the other side was masturbating wrapping her bra around my dick. I was just aroused by the thought of dirty things Arjun would be doing to my mother.
I gave them sufficient time to have sex and then get back to normal as if nothing happened. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Amma was doing something in the kitchen. Arjun was sitting on the bed, eating something. There was a blouse kept folded next to him. Seeing it I smiled and then looked at Arjun.
There was neither guilt nor a sense of satisfaction on his face. Considering how hesitant he was for executing this plan, he was not giving me any hints as to how it happened. “I didn’t do it,” he whispered to me as I walked close to him. “Chicken!” I yelled.
The plan had failed. I should have known better. Arjun’s nature doesn’t match his physical personality. Despite intimidating people, when Arjun starts speaking you can see a child in him. He is too kind to force anyone into doing against their will.
“I can’t take it anymore. How long am I supposed to fantasize? If I can’t do it let me at least watch her having sex.” I vented out when I caught Arjun in an abandoned structure near his college. Ya, Arjun used to go to college but I didn’t.
“You have to do it,” I told him. “You know even now that tharki (perverted) Raja is there with my Amma. You know what happened on my birthday. Nowadays I am scared of going home. I don’t want to catch my mother in an awkward position with Raja.”
Every word of that sentence was hurting me. But I couldn’t deny what seemed like destiny. All I could do is, “At least if I don’t see it, it didn’t happen.” Arjun tried to reassure me, calm me down. But I poured my heart out, confessing everything. Arjun was a good friend who would keep any secret for me.
I could trust him. “You know I get flashes. Sudden images of Amma grabbing on to Raja’s tiny dick. Amma on her knees tit-fucking him. Amma peeping out of the window casually waving ‘Good Morning’ to passers-by while Raja pounded her ass from behind.”
“I’m not concerned about those other two perverts Taran, the vegetable salesman, and that old fart Broju. But Raja, that asshole Raja has got very close to my mother.” I was saying out loud anything that came to my mind, holding nothing back.
“You have to, you must have sex with my amma!” I said it out loud.
“Ewww!”
Suddenly we heard a different voice. A female voice. We followed the voice to the source, just around a corner behind a wall. A pretty one, skinny, tall, fair with long brown hair. “What kind of disgusting perverts are you two?” She yelled out as she picked her books and walked away. I stood there frozen, but Arjun ran behind her.
Catching her a few meters away Arjun started explaining it to her. The thing I was concerned with was how much did she hear and what lie was Arjun using to cover it up. They were there for a couple of minutes. I was observing both their expressions trying to decipher what talk was happening. Suddenly she smiled and walked towards me, in slow-motion, the way I saw it.
“Arjun told me everything. It’s so nice that you care about your mother’s needs. You aren’t like those conservative kids who think that mother belongs with father even though their dad has been cold in the grave for over 20 years. Every woman has sexual needs. It’s so kind of you that you are looking for a suitable mate in form of your friend.”
She was talking a lot. But the gist of it was that Arjun didn’t tell her everything. I love how open-minded she was. But even she can’t digest the thought of a son wanting to have sex with his own mother. “There are a lot of creeps out there,” she said while smiling at me.
Then out of nowhere she came close and gave a gentle kiss on my cheek. Then she walked away. She didn’t wait for my reaction. But perhaps she didn’t need to. My stunned expression said it all, perhaps I even was blushing. Once she was gone I walked to Arjun and said, “Bro, what kind of a magician are you!”
Many days had passed. I was still struggling to make Arjun seduce my mother. I was forcing situations where Arjun continued to interact with Amma. I was the mastermind of it, though I never showed involvement. One morning Amma was out in the market buying vegetables. I saw her from far.
I saw that pervert Taran’s expressions as he looked down my amma’s chest while she bent to scan through the vegetables. I was so angry that I wanted to march there and beat him up. But Arjun stopped me, he went there instead. Amma had told Taran to pack the veggies by then.
When she was supposed to pick up bags, Arjun lent a helping hand. We had planned this in advance about what he was going to say. “My mother loved the blouse. She asked me to buy one more. But this time, actually pay money for it.” This was convincing enough as I saw Arjun walk with Amma home.
I was following them from a distance. To be honest I wasn’t fully focused on this plan at that moment. That girl who kissed on my cheek, Vishakha, she gave me her number. We have been chatting ever since. She’s nice and I liked her. But I had to follow Amma and Arjun to see that everything goes smoothly.
It wasn’t. That old fart Broju was full of his dirty tricks. Whenever a hot woman would come his way, he would suddenly fall down. Sadly Arjun was holding the bags so Amma had to pick him up. I saw it with my own eyes. While she held his arm to pick him up, his palm was firmly groping her left boob.
She was too polite to react or to drop him. I had half mind of going to kick that old man in his dick. But Arjun came again. After keeping the bags just outside the home, Arjun came to escort the old man. I was so angry that I punched on a wall crushing a couple of bricks.
“Listen, you old man, if I see you ever doing what you did to Amma again, this fist will go through your face,” I said threatening Broju while Arjun was standing next to me. “Go now, she must be waiting,” I said to Arjun. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked.
“No, I have to go somewhere else,” I replied while blushing. I didn’t tell him but Vishakha was calling me to meet. Maybe it was me who was holding back Amma and Arjun from getting close. So I decided to get out of the way. I went to an abandoned under construction site to meet Vishakha.
“Come oh royal prince to my humble abode,” she said in a singing voice. “This is the castle that I have been dying to show you.” In that site, Vishakha had built a room for her, walls of curtains, foamy bed, food to eat, books to read, etc. As she walked in I followed her. She took off her shoes, so did I.
She took off her jacket, so did I. As we sat on the bed facing each other, she took off her shirt. Vishakha was still supposedly growing. So her breasts weren’t sufficiently big as of the women I usually fantasize. But how could I say no to that cute face? She didn’t say anything and kept on gazing into my eyes.
I wanted to make a move. But I had a phone in my hand. I was wondering how it was going with Arjun back home. If he needed my help. She saw that and snatched my phone out of my hands and threw it away. “How dare you!” I said mischievously. I pounced on her kissing her hard.
We were making out while she unbuttoned my shirt. Throwing the shirt away I continued to kiss all over her face, neck, shoulder. While she lay flat on the bed I kept on kissing while going down. She was wearing a small bra. Even at that moment, I knew I was going to be disappointed with what I would see.
So I went down to unbutton her pants. Pulling them down I started kissing her clean pussy. She was enjoying it as she gave out soft moans. “That’s enough,” she said as she pulled me up. “Let’s go to the main course.” She stole the words out of my mouth. Dropping my pants I slid my dick inside her pussy.
It took me a while but she helped me to put it in. With every thrust she was moaning, shouting, screaming. Hopefully, there was no one there to hear us. It was moist and warm, a beautiful feeling that no water soaked bra gave me ever. Those hours of masturbation training didn’t prepare me for the real deal.
That’s why within a couple of minutes I was done. I was a virgin, hence inexperienced. Fortunately, she was a virgin too. So no one to compare my stamina with. We both had the best time of our lives despite lasting few seconds. But there something, something I didn’t realize until a lot later.
Until Vishakha herself told me. I was too turned off by Vishakha’s tiny breasts. So in the heat of the moment, I shut my eyes to imagine Amma’s boobs. So when I came I involuntarily whispered, “Thank you Amma.” She realized that and as she said, “It scared me when I learned that you were just using me to fantasize having sex with your precious Amma.”
But that happened weeks later. As of that point, we were two naked warm bodies entangled with each other in a place where there was a risk of being caught. Perhaps she is the cure for my Amma obsession.
Meanwhile elsewhere:
It was late in the evening. Oblivious to amma’s son Jegan, Raja was sitting in his tailoring shop with someone in the dark. “What are you saying? I never saw Jayah in that sense. Jayah is like my sister.” Raja tried to justify. “But wouldn’t you want to fuck that sister!”
To be continued. Please do tell me your reactions [email protected]. Also, check out my other stories on this website.