We aren't from a Christian family. But sometimes santa brings gifts to even non Christians I guess.
It was the night of Christmas eve when my parents got into an argument, yet again. This has been the usual thing in my house ever since I was a kid. It all started when my dad cheated on my mom. They both have been fighting since then, even for the smallest of things. My mom has lost her trust in my dad. And my dad doesn't seem to be in love with her anymore. They have been together only for the sake of society not wanting to take the path of divorce.
The fight was so heated that they didn't want to see each other's face. Mom decided to sleep on the couch in the living room. I offered her my bed telling I'll take the couch. But the caring mom she is, denied the offer. Finally we both settled to sleep in my room, on my bed.
We both were lying sideways turning towards each other. She was telling me how badly he treats her while I tried to console her. She was sobbing like a little girl. I wiped her tears while she held onto me and just cried. Slowly we drifted off to sleep in the same position.
Later, I woke up somewhere close to midnight. My mom was still sleeping in the same position although her saree looked ruffled. Probably from turning too much while in sleep. She looked beautiful. My eyes involuntarily shifted down to her chest. Her pallu was down revealing a little bit of cleavage. It rose up and down while she breathed. My eyes were transfixed on those globes.
Am a 26 year old. My grandparents haven't noted my parents birth dates. So I don't know my mom's exact age. But she claims that she might have been married when she was around 18 (like most girls were married early in olden days in India) She had me 2 years into marriage. So I guess mom is 46 at the most. She is short at 5'2. Wheatish south indian complexion. She is busty with 34 C cup tits. Chubby with 30' waist and hips of size 36. In short, she's sexy. Maybe I'm being biased as she's my mom. But I don't care. She's hot.
I felt my cock growing in length and getting hard under my shorts. I was horny and wanted a release. I thought for a while and decided of jerking and slowly got my cock out. But I wanted to do more. I put my hand around her back, feeling her skin. Slowly I moved it to her tummy. I wanted to kiss her big well like navel but restrained. I slowly drew her pallu bown, exposing her blouse clad breasts. It rose up and down as she breathed. I wanted to touch, squeeze and bite them.
I slowly moved my hand down to her legs and started lifting her saree. Over her ankles, which were brittle from all the work. Over her legs. They were smooth but strong. All these years of work I noted. I pulled her saree further up exposing her knees and a bit of thighs. Her thighs were fairer than the skin on her face. They were thick. Thunder thighs I named them. I tried to pull further up but couldn't as the saree was stuck under her weight. I'll have to be happy with this. I stroked my cock looking at this semi naked woman in front of me.
But I wanted more. I slowly slipped my hand inside her saree, in between her legs. As I went further up, I felt her panty. I wanted to feel her pussy. Will it be wet? Will it be hot? I wanted to find it all out. But it was difficult to go in because of the confines of her saree. I was contemplating what to do. Because anything I do will surely wake her up now. I had already taken so much risk. So why not some more?
