It took me a while to squeeze out of the railway station before making it to the parking space while I kept thinking about what my wife said just before the train started moving.
'You have to be content with your mother's spicy food till I return with your baby.'
I was convinced that her statement was quite straight and meant nothing than what it sounds. But, I somehow began to feel the prick as I kept eschewing her statement again and again. I have been watching Savita, my mother with sexual intentions for quite some time now although I have always ensured that neither she nor my wife get suspicious about it. I never missed a chance to watch my mother's cleavage carelessly revealed once in a while and I have been watching her swaying butts while she walked with heart pumping fast. It is difficult to recall since when I have started having this intention although the initial phase of feeling ashamed about desiring to have my own mother on my bedside has vanished for good.
I had asked myself if I was taking undue advantage of my mother's helplessness, more so after my father died leaving nothing but a few hundred rupees of monthly pension for her. However, I knew that it was only after her sudden interest in some social activities that I began noticing the changes in my mother. What started of a mere curiosity seeing her renewed sense of dressing, soon turned into lust. As I drove back home, it struck to me that it is going to be just me and my mother for at least another three months before my wife returns after delivery.
As my mother opened the door letting me in, I lowered my eyes in a sudden feel of guilt although it was just momentary. My eyes hungrily looked up to watch my mother walking towards the sofa while her ass cheeks swayed.
"Shall I bring a hot cup of coffee?" she asked with her eyes glued on the television.
"No. Thanks," I replied and kept looking at her knowing well that she wasn't in the mood to take her eyes of the TV. She was wearing a stiff cotton saree which kept fluttering in the breeze of the ceiling fan. She had considerably reduced the height of her blouses which just about concealed her reasonably big tits. I could see a reddish curve just below her blouses suggesting that she preferred to leave a little bit of the lower portion of her breasts uncovered. It was already enough for me as my dick had hardened dramatically as I made up my mind to proceed further without wasting any more time. I slowly got up, walked across and reached to the double sofa where she was sitting. I soon rested my head on her lap pretending as if I was very exhausted. I wasn't sure as to how she would react as I kept my eyes closed. Seconds later, I could feel her palm on my forehead as she began massaging it gently.
"You seem to be tired," she said while I simply nodded my head in agreement.
"Why don't you sleep it out? I will get you a nice cup of coffee and some pill."
I thought that it wasn't a bad idea at all. I immediately rose from her laps, got into my room and jumped onto the bed. My mother didn't get up at once as she kept watching her favorite soap making me further anxious. It was after a good ten minutes that she came into my room with a cup of steaming coffee and a head ache pill. I swallowed the pill and began sipping the coffee while my eyes rested on my mother's wonderful tits right above my eyes. I shook my head in disagreement after my mother stretched her right hand to take back the empty cup.
"Sit down," I instructed. "I need to talk to you."
She immediately sat on the bed and looked at me with surprise in her eyes. "Anything serious?"
"I guess so," I quipped. "I wanted to talk about you."
"About me?" She exclaimed. "Go ahead. I am eager to hear."
I paused for a moment before beginning to speak. "Of late I can see that you look different. The sober look on your face has vanished since long and I can see your face glowing with grace."
"Is it so?" She smiled. "What else?"
