Hello readers, my name is Gaurav. I am 22 years old, graduated from Pune. I am from a well-to-do family and live in a penthouse flat. My father, Ganesh, 50, is a regional manager in a big firm. He needs to travel to Mumbai every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
My Mom, Vidya, 43, is a CA in a firm. My Dad and Mom have a very good husband-wife bonding. They never fight, and my family is an upper middle class. Happy family from all aspects.
My father and mother also share a drink every Friday. My parents know that I drink too, but I don't drink with them. My father smokes cigarettes in their bedroom's washroom. He thinks I should not know he smokes. But the smell when he comes to the hall tells the whole story.
My mother is 42 but looks very young, thanks to her Konkani heritage. She has a good figure, too. I don't know the measurements, but it's a sexy figure. Still, I never lusted for my Mom.
Then, once, I saw her rubbing a hand over Dad's pyjamas when they were drinking. I sneaked from my room, saw them in a mood, and returned to my room. That's it! But that was the first time I masturbated thinking of Mom.
Once, my Dad went to Singapore for a whole week, and on Friday, my mother had no company to drink. She asked me to sit and talk. We talked about my studies, future plans, relatives, etc. Then we started chatting about some interesting topics.
Mom: Do you want a drink?
Me: No, Mom, I am good.
Mom: Come on, you only drink with your buddies. Dad asked you many times to join. You can share a peg with us.
Me: Dad asked 50 times, and I said no. Do you expect me to say yes for just 3rd or 4th time?
Mom: Bhav Nako khau! (Don't show attitude!)
Me: Not attitude, just that you are my parents and respect and blah blah
Mom: You passed that parent-child barrier age. And you passed very well. You are 22, and you already told us you drink with your friends. If you were not drinking, we also wouldn't have asked you. In fact, we wouldn't have drunk in front of you like we stopped during your teenage.
Me: OK, OK, I am convinced, but whisky is for me.
Mom: See, you were just showing attitude at first. Just Kidding. See, I did not use to drink much. But it started with company to your Dad. And after 15 years of work. I now started feeling like I was enjoying life.
Me: I understand, Mom! Now the Vodka is talking like a parrot!
Mom: Shut up! Your Dad is the one who spoilt me!
Me: Dad spoilt you, but he makes sure I don't get spoilt. I know he smokes a cigarette in the washroom while drinking Friday.
Mom: I told him, you can't hide this smell. But let it be. He needs some relief from his work, so he smokes.
Me: I know, Mom. I know why people smoke cigarettes. To be honest, I have also tried. That's OK!
Mom: See, Just exploring. Your Dad should be OK with this, as we tried cigarettes on our trip to Goa. But as he banned himself from smoking in front of you, I also cannot try cigarettes. I want to try it again. Don't judge me. Just a try.
Me: OK, then?
Mom: So I was saying, as your Dad is not here today, can you bring me cigarettes? And you don't tell this to Dad. Otherwise, he would go into that ideas Dad mode! You can also have some if you like smoking! But don't make a habit, your good Mom telling you.
Me: No problem, Mom. You can trust me. I don't like that much, but I can have a few drags to accompany you.
Then I brought a few Gold Flake Lights, and Mom lit the first one. She was a beginner at smoking, hence coughed at the start.
Mom: Cigarette relaxes nerves a little bit. You know, since I had my uterus surgery, my hormones have changed. I get panicked or excited instantly. Vodka helps me a little, but to ease my nerves and now cigerette.
She had 2 extra pegs today, as with Dad, she drinks only 2 small pegs, I noticed.
Me: Can I have one drag?
She passed it to me
Mom: You know I like men who smoke. That's why I like your Dad a lot!
Me: (exhaling smoke) Yea, Yea. And still, you can't smoke. Just kidding.
Mom: With time, I can learn. Give me the next one.
She again coughed. Then, she asked me how to breathe while smoking. I sat next to her and demonstrated. Now, our faces were very close. I could feel her breath.
Mom: You look just like your Dad.
And she kissed my cheeks. I know this was Vodka doing things. I passed the cigarette to her, and she again coughed. As this was a long cough, I rubbed my hand on her back. I felt her bra. And this was after so many years I was so close to Mom and touching her.
Me: Are you OK now?
Mom looked at me, and our faces came closer again. This time she kissed my lips.
Mom: Don't judge me... OK!
Me: I won't... Why should I?
And I kissed her lips. Mom inserted her tongue in my mouth. This was my first kiss of life. We were kissing passionately, intensely, like college couples. I slid my hand on her boobs and pressed them. She moved her hand on my shorts and rubbed my dick.
Mom: (with lips an mm away from mine and breathing in my mouth) Let's go to the bedroom!
