I came from a very large family. My mother was the fourth wife to my mother, she was 13 when he married her and he was 35. She gave birth to me and my two sisters at age 18 before she decided that she do not want any more children. I never really like her, she was cruel and firm with us, and gain the respect (due to this) from all other wives.
I married when I was 22 but my wife was a "cold-fis" and I tolerated her for six years before divorcing her. I live alone but after two years of my divorce, my eldest brother (I have 12 brothers and 8 sisters) came to m and told me that my mother is living alone in the main house (my father is working in the Gulf and came every 5-6 months and all my brothers and sisters have their own separate homes) and I must go and live with my mother. The idea did not appeal to me, but social bonds are stronger than anything, so I moved again with my mother. I never thought of her as a sex object until one day I came home and saw her leaving the bathroom. I saw a tall obese woman with long hair and her body is shining. She has nothing but long Khawli (towel) around her. I do not know what happened, but something snapped inside me. She heard me and turned her head shyly to look at me, when I put my arms around her and embrace her from the back. Before she said anything, I kissed her right shoulder with passion. She turned quickly to face me and the towel slipped to the ground and I embrace her more strongly closing her mouth with mine.