My Life - My Mother, the morning after-coming to terms with..
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I woke up don't know why, long before it was light but remained in the bed thinking about the tumultuous events of last night. I was not able to hold on to a line of thought; I was going through a mental chaos. Guilt was overpowering yet I couldn't deny that pleasure too was something t I never felt before. I confessed to myself that it was me who forced her on a path of debauchery; I made her commit a sin unthinkable in the society, she had no part in the act.
I dosed off trying to sort out the intermingled lines of my thought and woke up to shaking of the bed. I was lying facing the window, with my back towards amma. By the movements I sensed that she is trying to sit up. Mom switched on the bed side lamp and I saw her, in the mirror on the wall, sitting with her back on the headboard holding her hands on to her face. I saw tears streaming down her cheek. In between her sobs she was chanting Oh Lord! Oh My God! and truly so. What happened was quite out of ordinary.
I felt terrible. Not having a clue as to how I shall react I stayed still. I looked up again into the mirror and LO! Once again, animal in me started to raise its head. This time I was greeted with view of her ample bosom, just above the nipples. God it was a site to behold. I played with those globes just few hours back, but seeing them in light was different.
When she was holding her hands on to her face, her arms obscured the view, but as she wiped her eyes and let arms drop to sides her magnificent bust came into my view. They were swollen like they are still full and were round in shape. Surprisingly, her breasts did not sag a lot and retained their shape. Her breasts were in no way like what most Indian women of her age have. They are big & shapely and held their shape , though without bra, they still formed a delightful cleavage.
I was soaking the view. Mom sitting with her head thrown back, her beautiful neck stretched her breasts heaving slightly due to her hard breathing was a picture that I will carry to my funeral. Her bare rounded shoulders her raised chin GOD ALMIGHTY! Everything was sooooooo...o very perfect.
Then she raised her arm to the back of her head, sat upright and started to tie her hair. She looked at me, and didn't I see her smile? Yes she was smiling looking at me. I was engrossed in the million dollar smile when I felt her hand on my shaved head. She lovingly ran her fingers on my scalp, caressed my cheek and I heard her say 'yeh tuney kya kar dala mere bachche'(Why have you made me do this my darling ).
In the mirror I saw her leaning on to me. I closed my eyes and laid still feigning sleep. I felt her hot breath on my neck. She placed her lips on my left temple and held it there for a long time. All this while, she kept on caressing my bald head.
Bed jostled and shook by her weight and suggested that she is making a move, I opened my eyes to see but she had already left the bed and moved out of my vision.
I strained to listen, to get a fix on her location. I heard the bathroom door open and close. Relieved that she had gone inside the bathroom I opened my eyes and was about to turn when she suddenly appeared before me.
I hurriedly closed my eyes and then opened slightly to see. She walked on my side of the bed and picked her night dress that I threw last night. Holding the garment to her chest she went and stood before the mirror looking at her naked form with her back towards me.
Sight was maddening, mom in her full naked glory. I had her back directly in front and saw her front in the mirror. She tossed the garment on the bed and looked at her self. She turned sideways and looked into the mirror over her shoulder. She repeated the move to appreciate her left and right profile. Then brought her hands over her breasts, held them from underneath, lifted them slightly and jiggled a bit. OH MY! almost came under the sheet. She kept on lovingly caressing and admiring her body, probably feeling proud, that she still got the charms to entice and enamour some one as young as her own son.
She backed up looking at the mirror attempting to get her full body in the mirror. She backed up closer to me, close enough for me to enjoy her erotic aroma. Fragrances of her body were a mix of her sweat and her body fluids and it was intoxicating.
Day light permeated the room, through thick drapes giving her body a divine glow. For few seconds I just forgot the world around and kept looking at my deity. I admired back of her legs and thighs, they were spotlessly fair, fleshy and appeared soft. Her arse flared below her waist with ample cheeks that jiggled and jostled with every motion.
I noticed that her pudendum is big and protruded out. Her Pussy was thick and appeared to have been pushed out, pink of her clitoris barely visible between her immensely thick labia. Her mound was big and rising; projection of her swollen mound was so very erotic. Her pussy was equally fair as the area around, which is quite unusual, as mostly vagina of even fairer women are some what darker in colour. God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise.
I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those porn sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.
I was lost, appreciating her carnatic avatar, when she bent to pick her discarded night dress from the bed. As she bent her buttocks tightened and her crack parted little giving me a flash of her pussy from behind. My dick was full mast by now and I desperately wanted a release. I was about to getup and make love to her right then and there. However, before I could bring my thought to a conclusion she slipped her dress over her head and walked away
Bathroom door closed but, I waited till I heard water running. I got up and dressed in my shorts and T-shirt. Dressed and mom out of site the reality fell on me. My mind was getting numb thinking and swinging between my desire and morality. I just shook the thoughts away and opened the door to get the morning paper from the basket. I ordered breakfast and sat down giving a cursory look on the headlines. Weather man said that cold wave continues over north and surprisingly I wasn't elated. Thought of getting stranded was not as pleasuring as it was just a night before and I wondered why. Then I realized that this coldness that has crept between me and mom after that fiery lovemaking is too much to bear and I wanted to end it.
