I can still remember those days. It's as clear as the stars in the sky. Sweet memories of yesterday ran through my head, as I lie awake in the bed, my wife sleeping beside me. It was raining outside quiet heavily. I remember all those things that made me the man who I am right now. There I lie taking a journey into my past.
A young man of 18, I was a very lively man. I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the art of masturbation and I start spending most of the time in the new hobby.
Then there comes a friend of my mom, Sindhu, to our house. That's when all the fantasies and joy in my life started. She was 38, a teacher who just joined a school near to our house and so my mother persuaded her to stay with us. She started living at our house and I was forced to sleep with mother because our house only had two bedrooms. It was one rainy day I noticed my mom in the fade light of moon through the window. She laid sideways facing me wearing a light yellow sari and I saw her dark nipples inside her blouse as her sari has fallen apart leaving her top half naked. The sight suddenly created waves on my mind and my prick become rock hard. I hardly can control my erection. I was only wearing boxers and my 8" cock was pushing hard to break free.