I had a crush on my mother, Reema Lagoo. I am 24 now but my lust on her started at a very young age. I wanted her and I had a thought of giving even my life to get her. I definitely don't want to rape her or I don't want to give her some sleeping pills and get her in sleep
I wanted this gorgeous women in bed with her full presence and involvement. With all her interest and satisfaction I want her to enjoy what I have for her I want her to know how much I want her, How much love I have on her And how much desire, lust and crush I have on her how much adulation I have and I wanted her to know how much of appreciation I have on her
And that's because I love her. I love her as a woman. I love her charms and her character. I am the one who saw her in her dark times and in her shadowy times. In her bad moods And I love every moment of them. She is a great lady and a greatest human...
Simply to say I am bewildered bewitched and bothered just because of her.
I like her from her head to toe I like her silk sexy long hair her round face, chubby cheeks and her dimpled chin (yeah a fantasy fairy tale lady) And her lovely eyes I love her smile Her luscious buxom and sexiest body
Her big beautiful boobs Buttery or milky in complexion like a molded butter cake At the same time with a size of a Marathi coconut. She had a sexy dark and slightly curly hair as normal Marathi women have... I think I don't have to describe her famous waist or hips most of the Marathi’s are well aware of her boobs which are still firm and standing straight trying to pierce thru her jacket and saris. And her butts are even sexier but these are not simply the reasons this adoration, admiration and didn't start overnight...and I am in a situation cannot openly or forcefully approach her I cannot directly say that I love her or I need her badly on bed because she is my Mother.
She is a very strict one at home. She always behaved very much orthodox at home. She never spoke about her career or the media buzz on her. She seldom took me outside with her to long tours but that would be a strictly family one. She never took me to limelight parties of her industry. She always liked me to grow up as a doctor and get settled in a foreign country with an honorable position. She never let me mixed with her sort of career's or never let her down at home or I never had a chance of getting closer more than what she allowed... But I know she loved me very much because I am the only one left for her...
Her husband (I hate to refer him my father) as all know, left her in a worst situation. He took most of her money and wealth along with him. He drained her bank balance...he corrupted her name in media.
Even the fact that she is a mother to me made me disappointed because she is a very strict and conservative particularly just with me, it made me exiting whenever I thought of her sexually. The mere fact that it’s a taboo to think like that ignited all my cells and hormones. Just those thoughts steamed me. I felt like having a cocktail whenever I thought of her. Then, imagine what would be my position when I see her. Think of the situations she comes closer to me and touches me (even its with mere affection). At these times along with the lust and fire I have developed, there is also a sense pride inside me being a son to her. To this goddess of beauty and charms...
I always like to stay with her and reside along with her but most of my school education is outside home in a hostel. I am sent to a number one convent in Bang lore. And even if I have to come back she might not be in our Pune house traveling around for work. She spent most of the time in Mumbai even we have two bungalows in madras. I don't know why, but she never let me visit or stay in our Mumbai house.
Given all these conditions as I grew up my sexual intentions on her, grew along with me... My crush on her started from an early age of twelve. As my little limbs and hormones began to change, my attitude on her also changed. As a usual teenager I began staring at her whenever her dress slipped. When ever her pallu slipped a bit or if I could see her side ways. Her jiggling butts whenever she walked...I would mute the sound virtually that comes from her cute lips and ogle at her sweet sexy lips and its movements. Even at hostels and whenever I am alone at home I would watch only movies of hers. Starting with her first movie to today's release and TV serials, I have watched many of her movies hundreds of times. I always carried with me thousands of her stills around which look sexiest. But as I grew I started fantasizing her. When it touched its limit I started reading incest and fantasy stories on the web and books.... I started dreaming about her...
I knew for sure this kind of stories would never happen this way especially between my sexy mom and me. It’s because, her personal character is like that. So at first I got confused about how to approach her or express my feelings on her. I know if I miss the hit She would throw me out of the house as she did my father.
So when I got a sexual feeling on her I started improving my physique. I started to grow up in the way she wanted me to. I went to gym regularly and improved my body. It actually helped and kept me fit always. I developed urbane qualities and always stood first on my studies and sports. Even from my early teen I saved what ever she gave me for my expenditure and bought her costly presents. She would be very happy that her son, not like normal children, without asking for more pocket money giving such precious gifts for her. Seeing my qualities and cultured manners she had a great opinion and her love towards me doubled and increased constantly....
she often told me to have handsome qualities and behave noble. She told she only liked people with such qualities and standards. "Just being a handsome guy doesn't touch me. Be a gentle man. Behave gently with ladies. Have English qualities and behave like a cosmopolitan, well-educated and mannered boy. I like only men like that. Never even attempt a girl harsh", she once mentioned as an advice to a grownup boy and I tried to stick to it in each moment of life.
Slowly when I reached 15 I learnt all the tricks. Seeing all the magazines and sites I learnt adult tricks that would at least please a women. When I am out, I rang her often and asked whether she ate food at the correct time. I enquired frequently about her health and sent presents for all possible occasions, and praise her about her brilliant performance in her shows. Being shining as a brilliant student she never had doubts any more that the media buzz or her career shadow would spoil me.
While at home I attempted to do all the work for her. And showed respect and care at all possible times. I exercised before her eyes with only shorts and nothing on top. I swam whenever she comes to the backyard or backside balcony for an evening breeze showing my well built up physique. At times she watched TV or DVD's with me I would sit as close as possible to her (remember she acted conservative and strict towards me, stopped kissing me when I was 13, and occasionally hugged me for birthdays.)
So, this is the time her husband started quarreling with her. So when I heard this from my hostel I immediately returned home for her moral support. But only when I reached home I saw things are worse. Financially she was almost drained. Her career is worse because that man has spoiled her name around media men. She is mentally affected because of all these. Many of her close men have left her. But she still remained confident and bold. For my part I consoled her. I said," I am with you and I would be always with you in all your times". "Even if there is no money left behind or no opportunities you have got me", I assured her. She smiled at me back, approvingly. But at that night when that man came and shouted at my mother, I got wild. I shouted back at him and asked him to get last. But he asked me to come with him, since all the money is with him. I said "if at all u have millions of rupees that u might give me, still that's not worth a single hair of hers." hearing this that man got angry and shouted at me. He cursed me and started fighting with her again. This time I too got angry and shouted at him. At a point he started to say abusive words about her. At this point of time, I lost control and slapped hard on his face. I said,” If you say such a word against her I swear I will kill you." he was stunned. Even I am still a 15-year boy I looked twenty year old and stood 5.6-inch height. My hands were rough and my body looked like a Chinese kung fu stars. He never dared to speak again. Then his voice lowered and talked soothingly to my mother. But she declined his proposals and challenged him on the court. he left the home with his heads down.
After he left, for the first time she broke into tears. I slowly touched her forehead and tried to sooth her. I carefully and smoothly hugged her. As she was crying I kissed her on her fore head. I said I would be with her forever because I love her that much. And after this we got closer than ever and over relations improved.
but for another two more years until I finish my pre university education I couldn't move close to her. But whenever I come home I would play around with her. Once I offered her a massage when she came after shooting and she agreed. I massaged all over her hands first. Then I thought she would put her legs on the teapot table and I would massage it before the sofa but she didn't. She said its ok for now and left for bed.