Hello again, this is a story as told by one of my friends, involving him and his mother. Of course, I have changed the names for the sake of confidentiality while I have made more than usual attempts to spice up the whole story for all of you to enjoy reading it. A brief prelude sometimes can be even more handy, even in erotic stories. Mine is relatively lengthy and hence patience is being solicited.
Rahul hails from one of the fishing villages of Mangalore district in South India. Lulu Prasad, his father never wanted his only son to slog in the sea waters fishing like what he had been doing throughout his life. Rahul completed his graduation from one of the reputed colleges in the nearby town although he always nurtured a desire to be out in the sea, if not as a fisherman may be as a sailor. After long persuasion, his father agreed to let him join the Merchant Navy. Rahul proceeded to Bombay to join a Marine Shipping College and soon after obtaining a degree, he was immediately absorbed in one of the most reputed shipping companies. After that he was assigned one voyage after another making it impossible even to think about visiting his hometown. In fact, he visited his village only once in the last 7 years when his beloved father was reported dead in at sea.
Rahul's life during the past 5 or 6 years have been eventless and boring to say the least. While guys of his age were dating like crazy on the land, he kept sailing the deep waters of the oceans around the world. Simply, he was sex starved although his occasional adventures with call girls around the world gave him some sort of a reprieve. Finally when he did get some reasonably long holidays, he decided to visit his hometown to see his mother and also to quench his thirst for women in and around his village. But, he didn't have the slightest clue about what awaited him back home.
Rahul's mother Pramela always looked in fine shape, thanks to all the hard work she performed most of the day. Lulu Prasad was almost a maniac when it came to sex. The busy fishermen never let any opportunity go in waste when it came to fucking their wife's. Pramela enjoyed her husband's beastly lust as he could give her multiple orgasms anytime she wished. But, the untimely death of her husband had left her high and dry with regard to sex and she wasn't the gutsy woman who would ever look for sex outside in a petty village like where she lived. She had to resort to masturbation every now and then to keep her body within her control. The moment she heard of her son's arrival after 6 long years, she consoled herself that at least his stay would ensure against any filthy thoughts. She didn't realize that it was one of that wishful thinking. Finally, the day came when Rahul returned to the village.
Tears of joy rolled down the cheeks of Pramela the moment she saw her son on the doorsteps. Rahul was equally emotional seeing his mother after so long and before they could realize, they were hugging. It is very uncommon in most parts of India that a grown up son and mother even touch each other. But, emotions were running high here with the son and mother getting into a hard embrace as if they were lovers meeting each other after a prolonged separation. It was only after Pramela sensed her son's bulging crotch pressing against her thighs that she freed herself from his arms and managed to sport a silly smile. Rahul was equally embarrassed to realize what they have done although he felt as if in heaven while hugging his mother. His fingers went over his shirt above his chest to feel where Pramela's tremendous breasts were pressing a few seconds ago.
It was a typical village scenario thereafter. People from the entire village thronged into their house hearing Rahul's arrival and to see those materials he had brought from all over the world. Rahul could still see the moist in his mother's eyes although his smile seemed to mean more than mere affection a mother normally has for her son. They kept exchanging smiles till the last visitor got off the house and once they were alone, Pramela promptly closed the door and latched it from inside.
Rahul rose again, reaching his mother and hugged her once more, this time with deliberate lust overflowing in his heart. Pramela preferring not to resist, let her arms go around her son's back to rest just above his neck stroking his hair. The indication was enough for her obedient son as he wrapped her with his arms to pull her close enough to let their bodies press further against each other. While Pramela closed her eyes unable to bear the pinch of her son's erection right in between her thighs, Rahul started kissing her on either side of her neck and further on her chins before planting his strong lips on his mother's pinky lips. The mother and son simultaneously experienced an extremely elated feeling before Pramela pushed her son back and moved towards the kitchen. Rahul, for all practical purposes concluded that his frantic search for passionate sex is approaching its logical end.
It was almost eventless for the next couple of hours with Rahul finishing a neat bath and Pramela arranging those wonderful things brought by her son in the cupboards. The kitchen was buzzing with activity with Rahul's favorite breed of fish being cooked and the noise of the pressure cooker whistling a couple of times. The mother and son happened to cross each other umpteen times during which they weren't shy of exchanging funny smiles. Rahul felt as if things are being dragged a bit too much and hence decided to barge into the kitchen where Pramela was about to finish her cooking.
Just a tricky smile was all the reaction Rahul got from his mother as silence engulfed the entire kitchen. Somehow, both the mother and son wished that the other would make the first move, while both were more than willing for spontaneous reciprocation. Rahul recollected the look in his mother's eyes when he had kissed her that morning. Pramela had noticed his prick as well. More importantly, Rahul had done what a normal Indian son would never do with his mother; kissing her in the lips and also rubbing his bulge on her womanhood. It was pure lust with the potential to explode anytime.
Rahul sat on the kitchen platform close enough to ensure that every time Pramela moved, they made physical contact, once her breast brushed against his arm. The mother and son kept playing this hide and seek games for a while, spicing up with their mischievous smiles.
Rahul decided that he had enough and hence started splashing her with the water from the tap drenching her clothes and body. As Pramela started running to avoid the splashing, Rahul grabbed the top of her saree to stop her. The safety pin which Pramela had fixed to ensure that her saree did not slip from her blouse, snapped open due to the force of Rahul's pull and in a flash not only the saree slipped down her arms, but right side of Pramela's blouse tore off. Rahul for a moment got terrified thinking if he had crossed the limit. But, his eyes immediately widened to see his mother's wonderfully voluptuous breasts wrapped inside a thin layered blouse revealing a dark bra inside.
