she made me realise I am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad
died leaving me and my mother everything he could leave. As a result we
have a house and some good cash in the bank. I am a state government
employee earning a high salary. All my life I have been reckless when
it came to handling house chores. I never bothered about them. I had my
dad to take care of outside activities and my mother, inside the home.
So I literally lived a no-responsibility life. So when my dad left us,
I guess mom had to do all the work. She might have coped well probably
for a month or so as she never complained. But one day, she just
bursted on me. She cursed me I am irresponsible and a no-good wonderer
and this and that. She told me that I am the man of the house and I
should take care of all the activities my dad used to do to the
household. I felt bad for mom and from then on I started looking into
I got into this household activity groove pretty quickly as I was
taking care of all the outside activities and mom never complained
again. Every thing was going well. Well at least until I realised mom
is also a woman. I still remember that day. I came early from work and
since mom didn't open the door for me, I used the key to get in. I
heard the showering noise from our bathroom so I went to my room to lay
all my stuff. The shower noise stopped and heard mom go into her room.
I walked out of my room and strolled towards our lounge passing
mother's room. The door was not closed properly so I took a casual
look. There is mom in her wet petticoat tied around her waist and naked
on the top. I might have seen her naked titties before but never saw
her in that position. She looked beautiful and voluptuous! Mom is an
average plumpy lady. Her big boobs are bit saggy and her waist is a bit
broad. Her shape is common among most housewives in India. Her sexiness
was more displayed with her wet petticoat clinging onto her buttocks
and her body is moist with some after shower sweat.
I quickly turned and walked away before my mother could notice and
after few minutes I yelled making my presence known. Mother
acknowledged and we had a usual talk.
After that sexy scene of my mother, I always visualised her half naked
and with petticoat every time I saw her. My attraction towards her grew
day by day and I started finding opportunities to peek on her naked
flesh. I even started masturbating thinking about her. It was at this
instant, I realised dad had left me another thing other than the house
and cash. It was my mother and her lovely body. The best of all
One evening we got a tamil movie on video and watched it. It was a low
budget movie on extramarital affairs. It was low budget but the scenes
were HOT! They never showed naked bodies but they were kissing the
blouse covered breasts and lifting the saree and putting their hands
inside! We both were very ******d. I could notice mother breathing
heavily and I could feel her HEAT! After the movie, we just discussed a
little about it and went to our rooms for a much needed masturbation.
Even after relieving myself a couple of times, I could not sleep. I
felt frustrated thinking about the movie and my mother. I decided I had
to do something.
I sought of got an idea that since I am the man of the house, sex
should also come with the standard package. I need to satisfy the woman
of the house sexually and she should satisfy me. That's the only thing
I have not been doing from my dad's household activities....taking care
of his woman. I also knew that the woman is also my mother and she will
not accept me as her sex partner. I somehow had to convince her that I
am willing to fill her when she needs a fill and I am sure she will not
accept it if I propose to her. So the best thing would be to force her
the first time. Once she gets laid forcibly, she will accept the
situation and allow me to be her lover. The idea, as I was thinking,
shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as I felt it acknowledging
I slowly got out of my room and walked to my mom's room. The door is
closed but not locked. I pushed the door and went into her room. There
she is, sleeping on her back with her face facing away from me. Her
loose end of the saree has crumpled up covering only one blouse covered
breast. Her other breast is fighting very hard to come out of the
blouse. Her blouse hooks are tight and barely holding on the blouse.
Her bare stomach is beautiful and moving up and down slowly to her
breathing rhythm. Her legs were held together and here saree on her is
twisted everywhere but fully covered. She is sleeping on a single bed
as she gave me their double bed after my dad died. I sat down near her
and put my one hand on her breast. It was soft and the nipple was hard.
I slowly begun to squeeze her breast with my hand. Her nipple became
erect and a low moan released from her mouth. She didn't open her eyes
but it seems that the movie had a good impact with her. I became bold
and begun to squeeze the second breast with my hand. I slowly removed
the saree from the top of her and remove the saree fold near her navel.
Then I removed her saree below her body. She was gorgeous in her
petticoat and blouse. I slowly raised her petticoat and glanced her
pussy covered with a thick black bush. I slowly put one of my hand and
hold the entire bush in my hand and caressed her pussy. I have parted
the hairs and found the pathway and twisted the clit with my two
fingers. My mother was in an ******d state and she opened her eyes. But
it was too late for her to stop me. I lay on her holding her right
breast with my right hand and pressed her legs with my legs and kissed
her in lips. It was not just a kiss, a very passionate tongue twisting,
lip biting french kiss.
I hold her lips under my lips for more than five minutes. She was not
co-operated but she was shocked, at the same time she was not in her
control too. Now I became bolder and, I tried unhooking her blouse
hooks but they are more a struggle than I expected. So I just pulled
the blouse holding the inside of the blouse. Since the hooks were
already tight, they just came off snapping and I could hear my mother
moan more for every snap of a hook. I had to pull hard to snap the last
hook but with that force the two end of her blouse hurled away
revealing her big breasts. Her tits drooping on either end of her body.
Then I untied the lace of her petticoat and remove it under her thighs.
That was the instant I felt the best in my life. My mother under me,
naked and on bed. I looked at those breasts whose nakedness has fed me
when I was a child and also prompted me to lust for my mother when I am
a grownup. I slowly bent myself to take one of her nipple into my
mouth. Mother closed her eyes , moaned, but did nothing. I licked, and
sucked both the breasts. It was a great experience preying on my dear
old mother's wonderful and juicy breasts. I started enjoying her naked
body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful body everywhere I could
and it was great. Then I finally turn my vision to the spot between her
legs. The spot where I came to this world and where I can fulfil my
lust to make myself a man to my mother. I used my legs to part her legs
by pushing them outward and set myself comfortably between her legs.
Mother though did not put any pressure. She just laid there with her
head turned to one side and her eyes closed.