He went to the kitchen for putting the milk kettle on the stove. His mother would be awake in a few minutes. But he usually did his own work. His usual breakfast was a couple of apples, a few eggs and a glass of milk. He had something of a light breakfast at his office. He usually made it to his office at 7 30 in the morning. He was the earliest bird to arrive and the late to go. He not only did his work but helped his friends even. He liked to be on top of things and so went to the office early.
As his drive to office was nearly forty minutes, he left at quarter to seven. He exercised from 5 30 to 6. Till 6 15, he went through the newspaper and within half an hour, he prepared himself and even had breakfast with great hurry. He liked this daily morning ritual. As he finished his exercises and made his way to the kitchen, he noticed his mother was already awake and was going through her work. He liked to watch his mother work, that was his favourite past time when he was a kid. But now after growing up, he noticed less and less.
When he saw her going through her work by the kitchen, cutting some vegetables, he noticed her beauty. His mother was certainly in the top bracket for mature ladies. She had a very pleasant face and a good hairline with nice, wavy hair. Her face had cute dimples which became highlights of her face, whenever she smiled, which was always. She was different from her sister in law in her beauty. While Neeta had a youngsters body, Sumitra looked someone of mid thirties, while she was actually in her mid forties. She had a very alluring figure, with heavy breasts and captivating buttocks. She had a slight paunch but was rarely noticeable in her saris. Manish rarely glimpsed at her midriff. Her belly button looked very sensuous. She was mostly clad in her cotton saris. Very rarely, she wore salwar kameez, but they were very gaudy clothes, highlighting nothing of her beauty. While his aunt dressed to make her assets noticeable, Sumitra rarely highlighted them. She was very modest and was never light mouthed against a strange male. She talked politely with everyone and got the same from them.
Manish started noticing her beauty after having the conversation with his friend the other day. He was very appreciative of her and highly praised her beauty. Manish noticed that his friend was absolutely spot on. Sumitra was very beautiful behind that veil of modesty and proper dressing. But what boosted his ego was that she was his mother. He loved her more than anything in his life, equally with his father. He liked her more when she was busy at her work.
'Hi mom,' he hugged her from back, as he greeted her.
Sumitra was startled. She didn't notice him approach. She liked his early morning hugs as he was always very affectionate.
'Hi, honey,' she replied, smiling while still carrying on with her work.
'How are you, mom?'
Sumitra smiled. She didn't expect the question. Manish was aware that after his aunt had come, Sumitra had been pushed to the back stage with her aunt hogging all the attention. But his mother was very graceful. She never wanted to take the centre stage. She was happy for Neeta, for being her boy's muse. She didn't envy her. But she missed her son. He was always talking with his aunt. Manish was becoming flustered occasionally that he wasn't taking care of his mother. That's why like a reflex, the question shot out of him.
Sumitra smiled, 'thanks for asking, honey. But, you don't need to feel guilty about it. I am fine if you are spend extra time with your aunt or friends. After all, what i just want is you to be happy.'
'I know, mom. That's why you are the best mother.'
He caressed her cheek with his own as he said that. Though he hugged her from behind, there was that modest distance of his hip from touching his mother's bum. His arms were around her waist. She was dressed in a loose cotton sari with a white cotton blouse. She was cutting vegetables, as he asked, 'what's the hurry, mom? You are busy cooking early today.'
'Your father is going to work early, as he some errands to run. Should prepare his lunch, you see. He is the youngest child of the home, isn't he?'
Manish chuckled. He loved this one character of his father. He always carried lunch with him. He liked his wife's cooking more than anything. He rarely ate outside. Sumitra also loved to cook for him. Manish said, 'yeah, he is certainly the kid around here, a disciplined one at that. Never eat outside of home, his mother might have taught him that well.' Both of them laughed kidding about their dad. Manish liked to see her mother laugh. She had the best nature and it showed in her hearty attitude.
He hugged her more strongly. Sumitra loved his hugs.
'Well, you seem to have forgotten your hugs, haven't you? Neeta is a good distraction for you, isn't she?' Sumitra teased him.
Manish didn't know how to reply. He was a little embarrassed to discuss about his fling with his own mother. She knew that he was feeling a little uneasy. But she loved to put him on spot. She said, 'thought you would distract me with saris so that kitchen would be off limits for a while.'
Manish gasped. He had those deer caught in head lights moment. He said, 'you knew about that.' he slowly let loose of her and started walking back.
She held his hand and said, 'no need to worry, honey. Don't deny your mom hugs.'
Manish felt happy with assurance. He hugged more tightly this time, 'thanks, mom.'
She rubbed his cheek with her hand as she said, 'its okay, honey. Whatever you do is fine by us. You need not explain to us. You are an adult. I am sure you won't be causing us any problems.'
'don't worry, mom. I would never cause you or dad any problems. You are my best buddies.'
As he hugged her, his forearms moved a little up, cradling her heavy jugs. Sumitra squirmed with the touch of his forearms. She took a deep breath. But she didn't want to feel conscious about it. She just tried to act natural feeling the warmth of his hands on her blouse covered boobs. The white cotton blouse she was wearing was very thin. She felt her nipples puckering up with that touch. Manish didn't know what was happening to him. He felt bolder by the second. He kissed her on the cheek, as the hug went on.
Sumitra said, 'oh, my baby.'
Those moans, those gasps while she said that, excited Manish. His pecker stood up strongly. Before he knew, he pressed his erection into his mom's sumptuous backside. And what a feeling that was. His erection slid easily into that crevice of her ass, though it was covered by the folds of her sari. Sumitra let out a loud moan, 'oh, Manish'. Manish didn't know till then that his mother's lustful moans would be so seductive. Her voice was very feminine and in that sexual nature, it was more erotic. He kissed her neck as she gave small sighs of pleasure.
Sumitra's eyes were lidded with lust as it freely flowed through her. She said, 'what are you doing to me, baby? Your touch is driving me crazy.' Her eyes were still fluttering as he tongued the side of her neck. Her smell and the feel of that exquisite forbidden flesh were making him mad. He just wanted to give his love to her.
'I love you, mom,' he gasped.
'I love you, too, baby.' She moaned. His forearms were still thrusting her boobs from the underside. He slowly let loose of her hips, as he let go of her waist, but he held the sides of her hips by his palms. His large hands caressed her soft, smooth skin of her flesh. He applied a firm pressure on her hips as he tongued the area behind her ear. Sumitra was lost for the world. She didn't know that her son was one hell of a love maker. He knew the weak spots in women. He was quickly tracking all of her erogenous zones.
She said, 'Manish, baby, hhhmmm, this is so,........'
Manish was excited by those dragging, lusty words, 'this is so what, sumi?'
Sumitra gasped as he called her that. her husband referred her in that name, that too in their privacy. His son was calling her that as though he was his lover. but what she liked more was that hard rod, gliding along the length of the crevice of her buttocks. It was harder, firmer, and more demanding of her bottom. Sumitra reflexively pushed her bottom to it. It felt so good, so out of the world, so mesmerizing. Once in a while, she needed it. She needed the feel of his strong manhood. She judged the length of his manhood; it was certainly bigger than her husband's. Her husband's was a seven inches, when fully erect. But she knew for sure that he exceeded his dad by another two inches.
'Oh, Sumi,' Manish said, as he ground his cock more firmly on those alluring buttocks.
