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Notes:
Some of the words used below may be in Hindi as there are not alternate words in English. I'll try my best to explain some of them here thus better aiding your mental image.
Sari -- A traditional Indian outfit.
Pallu -- The usually decorated end of a sari that hangs loose when worn. A part of the sari that covers the breasts.
Blouse - An accessory that is generally cropped at waist, fitted blouson to cover the upper body, when wearing a saree.
Petticoat -- A kind of skirt that one wears under the draped sari. It is the main undergarment worn with a sari.
Editor: Roja Rana. Thank you for the edits.
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"You're useless," dad shouted as he waved my transcript in my face.
I stood there silently as he scolded me, my eyes fixed on the floor. I felt both angry and ashamed as I stood there clasping my hands. I looked up at him to say something, but mom gestured that I remain silent from behind him.
"He'll do better next time," she said, coming to my defence.
"Sheeba, you always spoil him,"
"NEXT TIME!!!! HE'S ALMOST DONE WITH COLLEGE...USELESS ASSHOLE" he continued yelling as he threw my transcript on the floor and walked to his room.
Mom walked to me and pressed my arms reassuringly.
"Don't take it to heart," she said walking past me, following dad back to their room.
Academics had always been the bane of my existence. I always barely managed to scrape by. Due to this there had always been an inherent tension between dad and I.
Rajesh Pandit, my veracious and principled lawyer of a father always expected more of me and I always came up short.Pandits belong to the priestly class in India and are renowned for reciting many long and arduous scriptures verbatim.
My father certainly had this trait and so did my sister Aditi. She always aced all her subjects whereas I barely managed to scrape by. It was certain this trait had skipped me.
My name is Roshan Pandit, Roshan means illuminating. My father would often comment that all I did was stain the family name. The exact opposite of what my name meant.
I am an outdoorsy kid. I loved sports and was seldom found in the house so much so that my dad had to drag me back home on his way back from work when I was younger.
I received many beatings from my father because of my poor academics. I used to hate it whenever he broached the topic of my academics.
Mom always came to my rescue, defending me whenever dad disciplined me a little too strictly. At 20 I finally found my calling, bodybuilding. I wanted to be a professional bodybuilder and was working towards it.
I contemplated dropping out of college to pursue my dream but my father fiercely resisted this decision of mine. He wanted me to drop the idea altogether. Arguments had become routine until we finally reached some middle ground. I could pursue bodybuilding so long that I completed college.
We were staunch vegetarians and I had to alter my diet to include meat and eggs to increase my protein intake. The only time I ever read books with an interest was when I researched various foods, their calorific value and the benefits of consuming them. Mom somehow convinced dad to allow me to consume meat and eggs.
Utensils were purchased that were only used to cook my food. Dad looked at me with disgust when I sat at the table and heartily gulped down eggs and meat. Mom was supportive and had turned into my personal chef cooking boiled chicken and various other foods that were essential to my regimen.
Mom majored in English literature and used to work as a professor before I was born. At least that was what I was told. She decided to be a stay at home mom after I was born.
Dad travelled a lot due to his work, most of his clients hailing from the poorest of poor areas. He believed he had to be the voice of the people who couldn't stand up for themselves. Since one parent was almost never at home the other decided to be always home.
I always felt dad had robbed mom of her career. He is not a bad person but too idealistic. Such people are better off without a family I feel. I've always felt as if I had to compete for my father's attention with his clients. I resented him for making me feel this way.
Mom always doted on me and that was my saving grace. I wanted to take part in the district level bodybuilding competition and hence spent any time I could spare in the gym. I consumed an assortment of proteins and supplements to meet my caloric needs.
There is this urban legend that says masturbation drains you and hence my trainer kept telling me not to shag. I know there was no scientific logic behind this, but I didn't want to take any chances.
I had this friend whose dad ran a chemist shop. I convinced him to get me some steroids. I knew this was wrong but all the builders who took part in the contest did this. There were hardly any checks since no one cared.
I was on a cutting diet so I could lose the excess fat and give my muscles more definition. This process seemed to take a toll on me, so I was on an unusually short fuse. The steroids coupled with the proteins had made me increasingly aggressive and horny. Not being able to shag just added to that.
I returned early one day from the gym. That day only mom was at home. Dad was out of town and my sister was attending her tutions. I used my key to let myself in.
"MAA...?" I yelled, but no one answered.
"MAA....?" I yelled but still, no one answered.
As I ventured in, I looked for her. I heard sounds of water splashing and figured mom might be in the bathroom. I walked towards the bathroom and just as I was about to call her I saw that mom had not bolted the door shut.
I presumed she thought she'd be alone and hence did not bother. I walked towards the door without making a sound and pushed it open just enough to form a small crack. I peeked in from the slit and saw that mom had her back towards me.
She had her hair tied up in a bun and I could see her using her hands to wash the soap off her body. I peeked at my mother's naked body waiting for her to turn. My hand invariably began rubbing my dick from above my shorts.
Even though she had her back towards me I could see an outline of her breasts that darted out of her silhouette. I patiently waited for her to turn.
I was left speechless when she turned. Mom mostly had fat in all the right places except the little excess that was on her tummy. She had an ample bosom and a nice ass. I didn't think she was this well endowed. In my defence, mom generally wore loose clothes which hid these gems.
As mom is fair, her nipple was this light shade of brown. For a 45-year-old woman her boobs practically had little to no sag. Her nipples were hard from the water running on her body. I saw that mom flicked her nipple as she used her hands to clean her boobs. She had her eyes closed as she ran her hands along her body.
As the water from her shower hit her face and flowed down, I tracked its path. She had sharp pink lips and well-defined collarbones. As I continued to look at her I could see her boobs were nice and round, her belly sported stretch marks.
Mom was completely shaved down there and her pubic area was a little darker than the rest of her body. One couldn't tell the difference if one didn't specifically look for that though. This was not my first time seeing a woman naked but it stood there staring in awe.
Mom had diastema, which meant there was this small gap between her two front teeth. It was clearly visible when we smiled and I found that adorable. There were no grey strands in her hair, something she took pride in.
I was rubbing my dick furiously and sensed that soon I was going to cum. I quickly ran back to my room without making a sound. I shut the door behind me as I entered.
