It was a rather cool Sunday for mid June, and the rain was falling
gently but steadily outside. I was lying on the narrow bed in my
tiny room, with the window open beside me. This was an odd little
room, never intended as a bedroom. When we had first moved into
the house several years before, I had noted this room and wanted
it for mine. It actually was just a large walk-in closet, but it
had a square window, which opened on hinges and was protected by
the overhanging roof on the east side of the house. Finally I had
persuaded my parents to let me sleep there in a single bed which
was just right for the tight space. I used to spend a lot of time
there, reading, doing my homework and--yes, I might as well admit
I had just turned 17 a few weeks before, and my junior year in high
school had just ended. I was still a virgin, a shy bookish sort of
kid, not bad looking and fairly popular. I was not a nerd, and nobody
ever called me that or treated me that way. But I was too bashful to
have dated much at all. I was horny as hell most of the time, and the
only means I had for assuaging the itch was to jack off, which I had
been doing a lot for a long time. I had quite a strong imagination,
which allowed me to create elaborate fantasies of sexual delight.
I was fairly promiscuous in my choice of fantasy subjects--everyone
from movie stars to classmates. But I tended to favor older women,
even some of my teachers--and especially my big beautiful আম্মু.In
fact, about two thirds of the time, my orgasmic load of cum would
be in honor of আম্মু.
I called her my "beautiful" আম্মু, but I suppose I'd better qualify
that. She wasn't exactly a classic beauty, not the kind that would
make a person immediately exclaim, "What a beauty!" But to me she
was (and still is) the most desirable woman in the world. At this
time she was 40, and she was decidedly on the plump side, about
145 pounds on a five foot six frame. But God, she was curvy and
sexy, with good-sized (not huge) স্তন, long full legs, broadhips,
and a perky outthrust ass. I had noticed how some other men looked
at her, so it wasn't just my idea that she was sexy. She had dark
brown hair, with a few strands of gray in it, and deep dark brown
eyes, a classic sort of face with a short, straight nose, and full
lips. Her complexion was clear and beautiful, a delectable peachy
tan. I loved to look at her.
On this quiet rainy day, I had just finished reading a book and
was lying there in just my undershorts. Since it was a bit cool,
I had a sheet over me. I was about ready for a nap, but my thoughts
strayed to আম্মু,and my cock began to stir. I stroked it a few times,
beginning to concoct yet another scenario in which I could fuck
Just then I heard a sound in the next room. I could tell from the
sound of the footsteps that it was the object of my nascent fantasy,
my আম্মু.She came on through her bedroom and tapped lightly at my
door. "Yeah, আম্মু?" I responded.
She opened the door and looked in. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Well, I could have said, "I'm just starting to think up a story
about fucking the hell out of your pussy while I beat my meat." But
naturally I did not say that. What I did say was, "Just lying here
listening to the rain."
"That sounds a lot more interesting than what I'm doing. Everyone
else is gone for the afternoon, and I'm feeling sort of sad and
lonely." She paused a moment and then asked, "Would you mind if I
Huh? Joined me how? But what the hell! I didn't care how. "Uh--sure,
আম্মু,"I managed to say.
She took the two steps necessary to reach my bed and paused there
uncertainly. "Do you think there's room for both of us?" she said.
Oh, God! "Oh--uh--sure, আম্মু. I'll make room."
My bed was right against the wall under the window. I scooted over
until I was lying tightly against the wall and turned back the
sheet. আম্মুsat down on the edge of the bed, then lay back and swung
her legs up. She lay with her back to me and pulled the sheet across
her body. "My, this is a cozy fit, isn't it?" she laughed. "Have
you got enough room?"
Well, I didn't have enough room, and I was rapidly needing more room
for my stiffening cock. I pressed myself hard against the wall, and
still I was right against my আম্মু's big soft body, spoonfashion,
her big ass actually touching the tip of my prick in spite of all
I could do. "Sh--sure, আম্মু, I--I'm OK," I mumbled.
We lay there silently for several minutes. আম্মু seemed to be relaxed,
but I was stiff as a board, my heart racing, and my cock on the
verge of throbbing and jerking against her. God, she surely must
be able to feel it. What would she think? Would she be disgusted
and get up and leave?
Finally আম্মুsaid softly, "This is nice. The rain sounds so gentle,
almost like a lullaby."
"Uh--yeah," I muttered eloquently. I had even forgotten that it
was raining. Some lullaby, with my আম্মু's sexy body right against
mine in the same bed! God, how many times had I imagined a scene
like this? Now here it was, and I was petrified.
"It's been a long time since you and I were in bed together,"
আম্মুsaid. "Not since you were just a little guy."
"Yeah, আম্মু,"I remarked. "I remember when I was 11 years old and I
read that scary story and couldn't sleep. You came and lay down with
me until I could go to sleep." Ah, yes, I remembered that incident
very well. It was during the beginnings of my sexual awakening,
and the feel of my আম্মু's big soft ass against meon that earlier
occasion had stimulated feelings that had quickly erased the dread
images brought on by the story.
"Oh, yes, I had forgotten that," আম্মু said.