I Love My Mother

I was born in TamilNadu and lived in Madurai for around 20 years. Now I am 29 and living in Madras(chennai) with my mom Malathi, My sister Kavitha and our daughter Kalpana. As my father died in 1992 when I was only 18 in Madurai and being the only son I had the responsibility to brought up my mother and my sister. Although he left a good amount of money for all of us to live comfortably for the remaining part of our lives but I wanted to do something on my own but my mother insisted me to finish my studies first and then do something else. Therefore I continued with my studies while helping my mother to settle in life after the death of my father.

My mother loved me very much and always guided me wherever I needed guidance. She was the best mother I have ever seen. She was taking care of all needs of mine. But she was a woman too who had desires & senses as she was barely 40 when my father died. My sister Kavitha and myself were studying in the same school. Kavitha was in her 9th standard and I was in 12th standard and I used to come home at around 2'O clock from my school. Since the school is functioning in a shift system, Kavitha will come back after 5pm in the evening only. At that time my mother used to watch TV programs and used to hug me every day whenever I came back from the school and still she used to put off my clothes and shoes etc. And after that she used to serve lunch to me. At the lunchtime she used to ask me about my school, my friends especially my girlfriends. She always focused much of her talk on my girlfriends and liked to ask whether I liked anyone of them or not. Sometimes I said her yes and sometime no. If I said yes to her she would then ask why I like that girl and why not. After lunch and chatting we used to watch the TV programs and then go to sleep in the afternoon in the same room as that time I had no ill intentions about my mother.

One winter day when I came back from school and despite ringing the doorbell for around fifteen minutes she did not open the door. Strange ideas started creeping up in my mind. After a short while my mother opened the door and I entered inside, I was shocked as she was only in her Petticoat and blouse standing in front of me and told me, "I am sorry Manoj, I made you to wait, actually I am not feeling well".
I said, "It's ok Amma, have you taken any medicine?".
She said, "no".
"There is Disprin in the First-Aid Box in my room and you know this, then why didn't you take that." I asked.
She replied, "It is not that kind of pain Manoj".
I was puzzled and asked, "Then what type of pain is this?"
I will tell you this later. "Now you are a grown up boy and you'll understand this yourself, now let me put off your clothes and shoes and then we can have lunch."

While she was undoing my clothes I was thinking about the type of pain which she was having. But I had no clue. Then as usual we talked about the same things as earlier and had lunch. Today I was feeling little bit tired still I proposed mom after the lunch if I can massage her head. She agreed instantly. I told her to sit in our bedroom till I get some oil to massage her head. She went in to her bedroom and I came back with a bottle of hair-oil. She was lying on the bed when I entered the room. She asked me to sit so that she can put her head on my lap. I agreed and put her head on my lap. I started rubbing oil on her head and massaged slowly on her forehead. I massaged her for around half an hour and then she felt some relief and told me to rest for a while and she is also feeling sleepy. She slept on her master bed. I lay beside her, I was not sleepy but closed my eyes. After half an hour I opened my eyes and was shocked to see my mother's hand moving into her petticoat. She thought that I have slept but I looked the whole scene and I could not believe my eyes. As I was only in my underwear I felt a hard-on. I could see the part of her hip line as her petticoat was down slightly and open. Now she started moaning slowly and I could figure out what she was doing. She was fingering her cunt.

Now I could have imagined that she is just another woman who also needs to satisfy her desires and senses. But there is nobody to do so. Now I decided to do something for my lovely and loving mom. I just got up from my bed to pee. And suddenly she saw me getting up and we had an eye to eye contact. Her hand froze in her petticoat. I could see small drops of sweat flowing in on her face she tried to cover her bottom but of no use the more she tried to cover up more I saw her body. She became nervous. I just went out to the toilet and felt myself horny too. I was only in my underwear and pissed off and then I caught my cock in my hand started rubbing it slightly back and forth while remembering about the scene and my mother's body. I masturbated and then I cleaned my cock with water and again went in the bedroom.


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