Jeevita, my mother has been going through a tough phase in her life as a result of her inferiority complex. My father's new found addiction to alcohol and his frequent absence from home for long durations were simply complicating her problems. At 22 years, I can't draw any hasty conclusions about my parent's life although there weren't any clues suggesting that they were living happily. It would be naïve to confess that her misery had anything to do with my sexual infatuation about her. It just happened starting off with lot of sympathy which gradually transformed into a strange attraction. In retrospection, it would be difficult to say when exactly I began looking at her in a different preposition. I was only wondering whether my mother actually deserved the rude treatment from my father. I had to get closer to her in the process to extend whatever moral support I could offer to her. I think the proximity might be one of those reasons which sparked off my passion for her.
She was a typical housewife although she looked someone special for me. Long hours in the kitchen and in the backyard did not deter her from looking gracious. She had an uncanny sense of dressing which suited her character. It was more for the sake of convenience that she started wearing blouses with low necks and short backs. She was inadvertently revealing a bit too much although I had no problems with that. I could see the strap of her bra beneath her blouse suggesting how short her blouses were tailored. Her brisk movements meant that I was getting frequent glimpses of her cleavage making me hard every time. I was cautious not to let the cat out of the bag in haste as I knew that I had the time by my side. I was convinced that with her married life at cross roads, it just needed a spark to ignite her desire for exploring for the untried.
I persuaded her to learn driving so that she need not depend on me for her needs. She really showed a keen interest in the internet although she later found it a bit too complicating for her to understand. I was fairly successful in making her visit a decent beauty parlor so that she could make her look presentable. She managed to cut down her hypertension drugs considerably with a great deal of difficulty. All said and done, it was still evident that she still had some sorrow left underneath the hidden layers of her heart.
My close friend Anuj visited our house a few months ago and by the time he left, he had helped me in letting the floodgates open. Anuj is a naughty guy to put it simply. I have known his antics with women of different age groups both in the office and outside. I have always admired the way he managed to conceal his image of being a 'lady killer'. Having been a close accomplice to him, I always gauged how he managed to sneak his gazes at women without their knowledge. But, I couldn't enjoy watching him looking at my own mother who kept exposing a good deal of her cleavage. She kept moving around the sitting room unaware of the intensity with which my friend was ogling at her. It was absolute embarrassment for me being a witness to see my mother being watched with sexual intensions. I was relieved when Anuj eventually left but determined to say a word of caution or two to my mother.
I couldn't gather the courage to call my mother at once and tell her what I felt her about the way she dressed. I feared it would imply that I have been watching her too. I was oscillating like a pendulum till evening before I made up my mind to hit the nail on its head.
"I have something to tell you," I went up to my mother who was pealing vegetables in the kitchen. She stopped at once and looked at me with rapt attention.
"I think you are wearing very short blouses nowadays," I hurriedly spoke out without blurring.
As expected, her face lit up in surprise. After a momentary silence, she smiled friendly.
"Why?" She queried gently. "Did Anui say anything about that?" "No," I quipped. "He would never complain about that; he kept ogling at you all the time."
Her eyes widened for a while before she said laughingly, "Oh, I didn't notice that."
"That's him," I replied with an undertone of irritation in my voice. "His eyes kill silently."
She immediately stopped pealing and began laughing uncontrollably. For a moment I wondered if she has gone crazy.
"I don't think I said anything funny," I almost snarled.
"You didn't," She said after bringing her laughter to a halt. "I was just wondering what he might have found to be of any interest."
I preferred not to reply although I knew what interested Anuj. My mother kept looking at me as though she expected me to say something. Her eyes looked down as she began sliding her saree sideways as if to make sure that her blouse was small enough.
"You never said anything like that all these days," She sounded ignorant. Her ignorant act of moving her saree had revealed her blouse clad breasts sending a spring of hot blood into my brain.
"I need to get to the mirror," She stood up innocently and began walking towards the room. I thought it won't be a bad idea following her as our conversation remained inconclusive. She wasn't making any fuss about my presence inside her room as she stood in front of the life-size mirror swaying her body sideways. I quietly went right behind her and stood a good foot away from her while she kept looking at her in the mirror. I wasn't sure if she was moving her body deliberately to let me have a glance. My eyes wandered on her well exposed back revealed by a very low cut blouse. I bit my lips seeing the folds on either side of her hips and my dick stiffened the moment my eyes settled on her round firm buttocks.
