Ever since my childhood dad used to be always on tours abroad for his business and I lived with my mother. This brought us both very close. My mother was very broad minded and liberal in her behaviour with me. She never used to mind my presence while she changed sarees. And as I grew up I started carving for her. She was 5’3", plump Indian woman with a silken complexion resembling marble.
By the time I got 26 it became impossible for me not to make love to her. She was 49 and had put on a bit extra flesh due to age and that made her look more desirable. It was a feast to my eyes to watch her buxom bosom sway in her saree pallu, her full round mature bottom sizzle in her chiffon sarees. My mother used to wrap sarees low on her white satini belly blowing her hot navel. Her navel was my week-point. She had one bewitching navel!
That day it was her 50th birthday and I thought it to be my best chance to woo her. I went to her bedroom in the morning,"Many many happy returns of the day, Amma(mommy)." I said. She looked pale. I knew she was missing dad on her special day. She just looked at me and kept silent. I went close to her bed where she was reading something and said,"Come on Amma. You should celebrate your golden jubilee…." She was almost into tears,"Anand…you will not understand a woman’s sorrow. You are too young for that. I took her hand in mine and said,I am not a kid anymore, Amma. I do understand how much you miss dad today. But you know he is always so busy, Amma. Why don’t you deal with your life wisely? I am going to get mad, Anand. I don’t understand how to live such a lonlely life? I have no way out either, Anand." Amma said.
I did not have the guts but I managed to blurr out,"Amma, you know how much I love you. You must enjoy life, mom. I will do anything to bring back your happiness, Amma."
Oh Anand….you can do nothing about it. How can you get back your dad in my life?" She watched me inquisitively.
Amma, I always wished you were my wife. You are so attractive and sensuous that you make a perfect dream-woman for me. Were you my wife I would have overflown you with love and joy, Amma. My mother looked shocked but suddenly she continued as if nothing serious had happened,"Am I still attractive….a 50 year ols fat old woman?" She laughed. But my mother always used to be all ears for a word of praise, I knew.
"Yes Amma. You are the most beautiful and attractive woman I have ever seen. You look damn sensuous in low sarees……" I looked straight into my mother’s brown eyes. Her eyes glew with an unfamiliar tint. She flashed an inviting smile,
"You have certainly grown up ow…..you like women flashing navels…hah?" I felt hot talking about it to my mother.
"Only you, Amma. You have a terrific navel. Why did you stop that?" I was trying to make her feel comfortable…
"I have put on so much belly…and will it look good on a fifty year old woman?" Amma watched me curiously.
"It will definitely suite you. You are not that fat, Amma. Your figure is still so much in form…It will look so feminine for a woman with marble complexion like that of your’s. You can make young boys crazy with that."
"Do you find me that sensuous, Anand?" Amma asked me. Her black curls were dancing over her white fleshy cheeks. Her pink lips looked moist.
"Yes Amma…you are damn sensuous…" I said. My fifty year old mother blushed dark red in her cheeks. She had no courage to look at her 26 year son. She had not heard such praise for years and she was dying for that, I knew."Amma, I will celebrate your birthday this evening. Will you play my wife just for one evening? I will not do anything that you do not like…just try Amma…please…"
"Ananddd….how can I? You are my son….this is not right…." She said but I knew that the woman inside her was deeply touched somewhere. I dared and gathered my pious mother in my arms and said, "Amma, this will remain in just you and me. I will make you very happy,Amma." She did not protest my hugging her but said,"Anand…pleeease…I feel so scared…" I was getting very hot feeling my mother’s plump soft body. She was trembling in my embrace.
"Don’t be afraid. I am with you, Amma!". She looked deep inside my eyes.
"What if your dad comes to know this?" She looked like a college-girl. I cupped her bare waist with both hands and assured her,