Ajeet is a 20 year young boy, secondary school student, studying plus two. He sat in the sofa with a thin, well-worn magazine of grainy photographs of nude women in his left hand and his erection in his right. As he stared at a waist-to-head picture of a particularly sexy brunette with heavy sized breasts he slid his hand slowly up and down his hard penis while trying to imagine what it would be like to have this woman sitting live across from him watching him jacking off instead of just staring back at him lifelessly from a piece of paper.
Nonetheless, as he stroked himself that good sensation in his groin continued to build. It wouldn’t
be long now before his cock would spew out that marvelous white jism onto the face of this woman who turned him on so much with her sexy sneer. Although it would ruin another couple of pages of the magazine, Ajeet just couldn’t seem to help himself; it gave him such a thrill to come on the faces of the women who turned him on.
Today was unusual in that the basketball coach had called off the after-school practice and Ajeet was able to go home early. He had planned to use the time to catch up on his homework, but when
he got home he hadn’t seen his mother’s car in the driveway and figured she must have stayed late at work. Thinking he had the house to himself, he hurried to his bed in the upstairs to relieve
himself of the tension that had been building in him because of two incidents earlier in the day.
The first had happened while he was getting dressed for school. He had been passing down the hallway on his way to the bathroom when he happened to glance through the half-opened door of his parents’ bedroom and caught a glimpse of his mother, Sujata,an angel like woman, aged 36 years, like those times Hindi star, Sridevi, clad in only bra and petticoat as she got dressed for work. Although the glance was only fleeting it was enough to set him on edge. Sujata was a tall, statuesque woman whose most striking features were her long, wavy black hair, which cascaded down her back almost to her waist and her booming rear side. From the time, Ajeet began to develop sexually he had been attracted to her and her beautiful breasts held a special fascination for him. From time to time he would masturbate while fantasizing what it would be like to be able to fondle and suck his mother’s breasts. He was also extremely curious about her rear beauty. Try as
he might, he had yet to see his mother’s bare breasts and this just inflamed his imagination that much more.
The second incident occured in biology class when Jayanthi, their young class teacher with lovely face like Ishwarya Rai had tripped on her way past his desk and landed squarely in his lap. The fall had caught him unawares and as he grabbed her to keep her from sliding to the floor his hand had landed firmly on her beautiful breasts. From that moment on he hadn’t been able to get the feel of her firm yet soft breast in his hand out of his mind.
So enraptured was he now in his erotic musings as he sat masturbating to the erotic vision of his mother alternating with the feel of Jayanthi’s sexy tits and sneer on the face of the woman looking at him from the magazine that he was taken completely by surprise when the bathroom door suddenly opened and there stood his mother staring in amazement at him. She remained frozen in the doorway with one hand on the doorknob and the other on the jamb for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, her gaze alternating up and down between his eyes and his crotch.
Just as suddenly as she had appeared she whispered, “Excuse me, I’m sorry,” and was gone, softly pulling the door closed behind her. But it was too late. The damage had been done; he’d been caught! “God – what’s going to happen now,” he worried as his cock slowly began to deflate. His libido deflating as well, Ajeet decided he had better get cleaned up and go try to do some homework – or something. And then he remembered that early that morning his mother had hastily told him on her way out the door to work that she was leaving work early to take the car to the garage for maintenance and that she would get a ride home from there. He realized then that she must have been home the entire time even though he hadn’t seen or heard her. Maybe she had been taking a nap or something.
Just as he put the magazine on the floor and was ready to get a washcloth to clean himself off he heard a soft rapping at the door. Then the door opened a crack and his mother stuck her head inside and said, “Is it alright if I come in, Ajeet? Please let me come in.”
“No, mom, I’ll be out in just a second. Can you wait?”
“Ajeet, I want to talk to you – right now,” she said as the door opened wider and she entered. “Please let me come in.”
When she was fully inside, she gently closed the door and turned toward her son who was still seated on the bed with his pants around his ankles. Looking down on his upturned face she said, “I’m really sorry to disturb you, but I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for quite some time now. Do you wind?”
“Talk about what, mom?”
“This. You know – you’re doing this. Masturbating.”
“Aw, no, mom . . . ”
“It’s OK, Ajeet. Look – I’ve been meaning to bring the subject up ever since I talked to your father about it, but he’s such a wimp that he just shrugs it off and refuses to discuss it. I’m just a little concerned about you – I’m your mother, you know – and curious also. Can you and I just discuss it?”
“Can I, uh, get dressed first?” Ajeet asked, feeling a little embarrassed sitting half naked in front of his mother even though his erection had subsided.
“Well . . . I thought maybe you’d like to, uh, finish what you’d started – before I so rudely interrupted you.”
When her son didn’t answer, she said softly, “It’s OK. You can go ahead. I’d really like you to go ahead and finish it, Ajeet.”
“You mean finish doing it? Right now?” he queried, puzzled.
“Yes – if you wouldn’t mind, dear.”
“With you here?”
“Sure – if you wouldn’t mind. I’d kind of like to watch you.”
“You’d what!” Ajeet said in amazement.
“I’d like to watch you masturbate yourself, Ajeet.” his mother said matter-of-factly.
“No, mom, it’s bad enough you caught me without you making me do it in front of you,” he said shamefacedly.
“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to Ajeet. But I really would like to watch you do it to yourself.”
“Well – mom, I don’t know whether I could do that or not. I’ve never done it in front of someone before.”
“I understand, so. I guess it might be a little difficult to get yourself excited, given the circumstances – especially with your mother present.” With her hand his mother pointed toward the magazine lying on the floor and said, “But it’s OK if you want to go ahead
and look at those pictures – if you think it would help.”
The reference to the magazine made Ajeet blush again and he didn’t know quite what to say. Sujata, sensing her son’s hesitation, bent down and picked up the magazine. Glancing at the picture that Ajeet
had been looking at earlier she handed it to him asking, “Is this the picture that you like to look at? Is she the one that turns you on? She’s really got beautiful breasts, doesn’t she?”
Reflexively, Ajeet reached out with his hand and took the magazine from her, looking down at the picture. Totally confused by the situation, especially hearing his mother talk this way for the first time in his life, Ajeet was at a loss as to how to act, but he felt thoroughly trapped with no way out.
“Well, maybe if you’re not ready yet, we can talk a little, OK?” his mother asked.
“Sure, mom, OK.”
“Would you answer a couple of questions for me?”
“If I can – sure.” Ajeet responded hesitantly.
“I’ve known for some time that you’ve been doing it, dear. All the telltale signs are there. I want you to know that I think it’s OK, though, and that it’s Sujata and nothing to be ashamed of, OK?”
“Have you had sex with a girl yet? I mean real sex – where you have an orgasm?”
“No,” Ajeet answered softly, and then added, “not that I haven’t wanted to.”
“Naturally. When you masturbate, do you fantasize about Jayanthi or Malathi or any of your other girlfriends or other Chiththis?”
“And what do you fantasize about them?”
“You know – what it would be like to be with them, touching them, that kind of stuff?”
“Um, and would you like it if one of them jacked you off? I’m sorry, dear – you do know what jacking off is, don’t you?”
“Sure. It’s what I was doing – masturbating.”
“Does it bother you, Ajeet, when I talk dirty like that? You know, use dirty words like jacking off?”
Actually, it was somewhat tittilating to hear his mother use that kind of language, but he only replied, “No ma’am, it doesn’t bother me.”
“And would you want one of your girlfriends to do it to you? Jack you off?”
“I guess. Yeah, but I don’t think it would ever happen.”
“And the other times? When you’re not fantasizing about them you look at pictures?”
“Amma,” Ajeet was starting to get even more nervous now, wondering whether his mother was going to ask him whether he thought about her while he was doing it. That was an area he wanted to avoid
because from time to time he did think about her, wondering what her body looked like totally undressed. He could not ever remember
seeing his mother totally naked although now and then he had glimpsed her in various states of undress as he had that morning. Her lovely hair especially turned him on, which were long and full. Also his mother was having big and very attractive breasts, had enough to make her blouses and pattu saree stick out and he was curious about them and what they looked like, especially the nipples which seemed to poke out through her clothes all the time.
Sensing she was getting close to shaky territory, Sujata pushed a little harder with her next question. “Is there anything else you think about besides your young girlfriends, Ajeet?”
“Well . . .” and he hesitated a long guilty moment.
“How about me, Ajeet. Have you ever thought about me while you masturbated?”
Sujata could tell even before he opened his mouth that she had hit the mark. Ajeet’s face turned a few shades of darker red as he stammered,
“Aw, mom . . .”
“It’s OK, Ajeet. I think it’s natural for a boy your age to be curious about his mother – even sexually. Now tell me the truth have you ever thought about me.”
“Well, sure, I guess. Once in a while,” he admitted shyly.
“And what do you fantasize about me?”
“Gee, mom, this is really embarrassing . . .”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, son – I’m your mother and you can tell me. I’m really curious and I’d like to know. Now tell me what you think about me while you’re playing with yourself.”
“Well, I guess I like your lovely tits a lot, mom. I think about them mostly.”
“Well, I’m very flattered, son,” Sujata said reassuringly. “I’m glad you find my breasts attractive. I always thought they were a little too fat.”
“Oh, gee, no. They’re really beautiful, mom. I mean it.”
“Tell me – what’s the thing that most turns you on about women? Is it their hair, or rears, or their breasts or what?”
“Breasts, mostly, I guess.”
“Is that what you look at most of the time when you look at those pictures?”
“Do you ever think about my tits, Ajeet. Have you ever seen my bare breasts?”
“Uh, no I haven’t,” he stammered honestly, wondering what his mother was getting at now. Sujata then suddenly stood and said, “Wait here
just a minute, OK – I’ll be right back.” as she opened the bedroom door and left for her room.
A minute later she was back and re-seated herself on the lap of Ajeet whereas her tits were touching the chest of Ajeet. Then his mother said, “Ajeet, I’d like you to see my tits first, if you want to, but first
you have to promise me that you won’t ever tell anyone you’ve seen them, OK? Promise?”
“Sure mom, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t,” Ajeet said, thinking that maybe his mother will show something.
Without saying anything Sujata saw the face of Ajeet .He then looked down her lips, whereas she was kissing him eagerly and he was stunned.
Now, in full living color, his mother dressed up whorishly like many of the girls in the sex magazines.
Her kisses made him to think of more sex now itself.She kissed even longer and fuller as like in a first night Ajeet has planned. But what attracted his immediate attention was that her upper torso was encased in a partial bra that lifted her breasts and pushed them out while leaving the nipples completely exposed. He felt his soft cock twitch and began to harden again as he gazed at the magnificently large dark brown areolae and nipples on his mother’s breasts. They were huge – larger than any he had ever seen in a magazine or even imagined existed. And they jutted straight out from her tits tilting slightly upward and outward.
As he continued to stare at her breasts he was aware that his cock was swelling and that it was in plain view of his mother’s sight. Still, he couldn’t seem to remove his eyes from her tits.
When he finally did look up at his mother she had a sexy smile on her face and said in a low, husky voice, “It’s OK, Ajeet. You can look at the rest of them, too, if you want.”
“Is this really you, mom?” he asked, somewhat confused and a little embarrassed at being so boldly confronted with his own mother’s sexuality.
“Yes, Ajeet, it really is me. But don’t ask how I am eagerly awaiting for you in m life that you should grow, as my man is the one that’s my secret. Just go ahead and look at my magnificient breasts, OK.”
Ajeet just nodded his head as he looked in deep for the second time. This inflamed him even more. He
had never before considered even remotely the possibility that his mother had a sexual side, but that idea was changing rapidly.
At this point, Ajeet became fully erect again and looked apprehensively up at his mother. Sujata just smiled and said to him, “Well – I can see that I do turn you on, don’t I?”
As Sujata nodded her head toward the swelling cock Ajeet was holding she said, “And you ought to be able to see from those pictures that boys aren’t the only ones that play with themselves, either. I’ve been masturbating since you were born and still do it almost every day – sometimes more than once a day. I love doing it thinking you will grown one day as my man and we will have sex as husband and wife. That’s why I want to watch your cock, my heaven, and which should be my heaven and not for any other girl in India or anywhere in the world. Maybe one of these days I’ll even let you enjoy my whole body, for you. But now you can see my lovely breasts and you will hard again. Would you like to look at them while you masturbate?”
When Ajeet didn’t respond right away she continued, “I’d be glad to have you look at those if you want to. Go ahead, Ajeet, it’s alright. You’re hard as a rock. Why don’t you go ahead and jack off your hard penis while you look at me. Here – give me your hand,” and Sujata reached out and grasped her son’s hand, the one that he had been using on his cock.
Dumbfounded, Ajeet reached down and began to smear his mother’s spit over his solid erection as he looked into her sexy eyes. When it was completely covered he wrapped his hand around it and began
to slowly pump it up and down as he looked once again at the super charged sexy face of his mother with a thought of fucking her and playing with her nipple.
After a few moments he heard his mother say, “Do you like my tits, Ajeet? Now that you’ve seen my bare breasts, don’t you think they’re really nice? I have nice big, sexy nipples don’t I? Do you like them, Ajeet?”
“Oh, god, mom – they’re beautiful, they really are. They’re so big! Actually, you have got the biggest nipples, any one have ever seen in India and I know they will turn men on. I like them madly, mummy, shall I call you as Sudha, my dear Sujata” Ajeet exclaimed in his building excitement.
Then his mother stunned him once again when she asked him, looking deeply into his eyes, “Would you rather see the real thing than look at those pictures of sexy girls, Ajeet?”
“What?? You mean . . .?”
“Yes, Ajeet. I do mean. If you’d like, I’ll let you look at my bare breasts while you jack off. Would you like that, huh? You can see it all – my big nipples and all, if you want.”
“Ohhhh, mom . . .” was all Ajeet could get out as his breathing became ragged and his excitement rose at the thought of his mother showing him her bare tits.
“Well . . .? Do you want to?”
“God, mom, yes . . .”
“Yes, what, dear? Tell me what. Tell me what you want to see. I want to hear you say it, Ajeet.”
Hesitantly Ajeet said, “Please, mom, let me see your breasts. I want to see your bare tits with their big nipples.”
“That’s right,” Sujata whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse. “That’s what I’m going to do – right now. I’m going to show you my breasts.” When the blouse was undone she pulled out her saree also.
“And what are you going to do? Tell me what you’re going to do while you look at my bare tits, Ajeet.”
Ajeet then went almost catatonic as his mother reached behind her to unclasp her bra. His eyes bugged out as the back of the bra fell open, but his mother kept the bra against her bosom with one of her forearms saying, “Come on, Ajeet, tell me what you’re going to do while you look at my tits – or I won’t show them to you.”
Ajeet was so excited at this point that he could hardly talk. He was almost goggle-eyed as he stared across at his mother’s bosom, but he managed to get out, “Uh, well – I’m going to jack off, mom. I’m going to
masturbate while I look at your beautiful tits.”
“And are you going to cum, dear?”
“Oh yes, ma’am. Yes – I’m going to cum.”
“That’s just what I wanted to hear, Ajeet. I want you to cum. I want you to cum real hard while you look at my tits and nipples,”
Sujata said as she then suddenly let her arm drop and the bra fell away from her chest exposing her two magnificent breasts to her son’s gaze. Ajeet just sat and stared at his mother. Her tits were even more beautiful than they appeared in his imagination. They stuck straight out and now Ajeet could see that the deep dark brown areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples themselves were longer than he dreamed.
“Nice, huh, Ajeet?” his mother said teasingly. “Doesn’t the sight of my bare tits and nipples really make you want to jack your cock?”
Ajeet couldn’t seem to move. He was mesmerized as he sat, his one hand holding his rock hard prick in a near death grip.
He didn’t actually need to move, though, because when his mother said, “My nipples get even longer and fatter when I play with them,” and reached both hands up and began to pull, twist and tug at the already turgid nipples, Ajeet was feeling that he will have a spontaneous orgasm right on the spot.
At that time Sujata came forward saying “Dear son, Please fill my cunt for that years together I was waiting.” Saying this she helped Ajeet to fuck and within few mimutes of finding his mummy’s pussy, his rigid cock was pumping the juices in her cunt.
His rigid cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick white jism, the first couple of spurts traversing the short space between them and landing on his mother’s womb.
“Ohhh, Ajeet, yessss!” Sujata purred, “yes – oh, shoot out all that lovely cum, son. That’s right, make me mummy again, that is for your baby, now I am your mummy but turned as your wife in life, Make me mummy soon, dear!”
Hearing his mother’s exhortations, Ajeet then began to frig himself violently causing his cock to renew its spasms sending even thicker cum.
As the orgasm began to lessen, Ajeet’s mother reached over with her hand and gently stroked her son’s face and said, “That was really great. That must have been one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Now why don’t sleep with me everynight with me only, dear. This is a great day in our life. Let’s have our first night dinner. We can talk some more about this as we take our hot milk together and start our honeymoon.
Sujata then quickly gathered her blouse and bra and gently eyes scrunched closed, recovering and considering what just happened and what might happen in the future. After ten months, their girl child was playing with them in their bed and Ajeet has joined a local engineering college so that he can spend more time with his mummy cum wife and so called new born sister or daughter. Sujata has become a cute girl and started teaching in that enginnering college whereas all students were usually stunned with her magnificient, pebbled textured breasts and marvelous nipples.