One morning I went in search of mother to her room on not finding her there I picked up a magazine and sat on her bed. As I began flipping through it I heard her footsteps as she walked towards the room. She had a light blue cotton blouse sans bra which did little to hide her dark nipples on her large bosom and her sheer white petticoat hugged her womanly curves. It was obvious she had no undergarments on, as she disliked wearing them at home.
"Hey, sweety!" she said.
"Hi Ma!" I replied.
It had been a little over a year since our rendezvous at my cousin's wedding. We had not really spoken about what had transpired and instead become busy with our daily lives. There was no awkwardness about it, just a sweet memory that was slowly fading. Our relationship seemed just like how it was before any of this happened.
With my father being away more than usual on his business trips, she seemed a lot more relaxed with plenty of time on her hands.
"You look exhausted sweety," she said continuing with her preoccupation.
My MBA was hectic, late nights, long hours and lack of sleep were taking their toll on my body. Besides having to deal with the frustration of not having an outlet for all my pent-up sexual desires was only adding to my woes.
Looking up at her with tired eyes I sighed and nodded in acknowledgment. However, the sight her of her dark erect nipples against the thin material which covered them seemed inviting enough even to my tired gaze. Which she noticed but chose to ignore, now out of habit.
"Do they get starred at, a lot?" I asked.
"What, these?" she asked knowing exactly what I was talking about as she cupped one of her boobs.
"Hmm I guess so," she replied nonchalantly.
"Does it bother you?" I asked.
"Well with boobs this big, you get used to the attention honey," she said with a smile.
Giggling at her rather witty reply, I began picturing them without her blouse.
"I still cannot believe I drank from them," I said letting my mind drift to thoughts of her swollen nipple in my mouth.
"You sure did," she said with a grin as she momentarily looking at me.
In fact, you wanted to constantly nurse from them forcing me to expose myself to everyone present at the time.
"Was that embarrassing?" I asked innocently.
With her hands on her hips, she said it was at first, but soon she just got used to it and instead began to enjoy the attention.
"Guess your mother is a bit of an exhibitionist," she said with a smirk.
There were rumours in our family that everyone, from the domestic help to my relatives had seen mother's boobs.
"Guess, I should have never grown up," I said with a hint of playfulness.
"What makes you think you have?" she said making us both laugh.
Listening to her speak about her boobs in such carefree manner was not only making me horny but adding to my sexual disappointments. With her motherly instinct it wasn't rocket science and she quickly picked up on my frustrations.
"Something you want to talk about?" she asked casually.
Sensing an opportunity to discuss my annoyances with her, I gathered enough courage to broach the subject.
"Do you remember err...," I hesitated.
Looking at me tenderly she waited for me to begin.
"Remember what happened after Anu's wedding?" I asked again nervously expecting her to be annoyed with me for bringing up the past.
"Of course! how can I forget my ass hurt for a whole week," she said making us both laugh instead.
Surprised by her reply, I asked, "Do you regret any of it?"
"Why would I, it was one of the most beautiful moments of my life," she replied with a smile.
"Is that what's bothering you?" she asked after a brief pause.
"No, I feel the same way, I have never been uncomfortable about it," I said to her in the most reassuring manner.
"Ok, so what's troubling you then?" she asked.
"Err... would you ever do it again?" I asked rather sheepishly.
"Maybe, I guess," she said.
"Mum would it upset you if I said I wanted us to do it again?" I asked boldly looking straight into her eyes.
Aww! that is so sweet, somebody still needs mommy she teased. And here I was thinking you would have found someone at school and overcome your curiosity she said.
Nah! I do not want to get distracted with relationships, at least not until I complete my MBA. But I must admit it is getting hard, trying to focus on my studies without an outlet if you know what I mean. Sorry to put it so bluntly mom, please do not think I do not love you and just want to use you.
She smiled and said on the contrary it made her proud to know she had raised a son with such integrity. She and my father had always hoped, I would grow to be an honest person. Besides, it was nice to know she was still needed by her son.
