As I stood outside my home in the beating rain at 11 pm, waiting for my mother to open the door, the only thing I could think of was what my mother would be wearing.
Because the last time I had come home from college, mom opened the door in just a towel that barely covered her 36D sized breasts and her thick hips. I feasted my eyes on her milky white thighs for the first time that day, and the rest of my vacation days were spent trying to get a glimpse of her in that position, but in vain.
After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the latches opening on the other side of the door. Mom opened the door in a hurry, and it was evident that I had woken her up from a deep sleep.
"Sorry mom, I had to wake you up from your sleep" I apologised, sheepishly and walked inside the home, placing my damp bag by the side of the door.
"Oh, shush." Mom said, shutting the door behind me. "I'm just glad you arrived safely, at this time" She said, picking up a towel to dry my hair. She turned on the lights in our little 1BHK, and I was immediately awestruck. Mom's nighty zip had come astray, and her left boob was spilling out of her clothes. My throat went dry and I couldn't get a damn word out of my mouth.
"Sit" she said, oblivious to her state, and bent down to wipe my wet hair. She tried to keep up a conversation with me, but my mind was completely focussed on her jiggling boob, which I could clearly see from underneath the towel. That milky white singular breast with a dark brown nipple surrounded by an areola the size of a two rupee coin. Her nipple was erect like a stub of pencil eraser, probably because of the chilly weather.
"Ravi... RAVI!" Mom calling out my name finally brought me back to my senses. She pulled the towel off my face and noticed me staring at her chest. She looked down and finally noticed her carelessness. She gave a shy smile and put her breast inside here nighty and zipped up correctly.
"Why didn't you tell me it was out?" she said, softly and looking away from me in shyness.
"Mom... that... ummm..." I fumbled for words.
"It's okay. I can understand, especially for a boy your age." She said, rubbing my hair with her slender finger, checking for dampness.
"Stop looking at me like that! I've already put it away." Mom said, shyly, throwing the towel on her chest. I involuntarily kept looking at her chest, the jiggle of her breasts beneath the cheap fabric of her worn out nighty.
My cheeks felt hot in shame as I looked away.
"Go get changed," Mom said. I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up and mom immediately noticed the large bulge in my pants. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at my hard on.
"Mom!" I whined, cupping my hands over my dick and ran into the bathroom to change into something dry.
Once I changed, I crept into bed with mom, under the same blanket. She had asked me if I wanted to have some dinner, but I answered negatively. After the hectic train ride, which was delayed by 2 hours and the 1.5 hour bus journey on bad roads had completely drained me.
I just spooned mom, pressing my semi hard cock on her ass and went to sleep in an instant breathing in the comforting aroma of my mother.
The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of water falling and a melodious humming from the attached bathroom. The thought of mom taking a bath itself was arousing. I imagined her lathering all over her thick, milky, milfy body with soap. I imagined water falling down from the mug over her body, sliding on her armpits, busty tits, thick thighs and giggly tummy. Just thinking of mom that way gave me a huge boner.
I slid my hand down my pants, into my underwear and gripped my throbbing cock. I began jerking off, thinking of my naked mother on the other side of the wall. As I was furiously jerking off I heard the latch open. So I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants and pretended to be asleep.
I heard mom come out of the bathroom and close the door behind her. She was wet from head to toe, and I could see the droplets of water clinging to her skin. My dick began to grow in size again.
She put her hand on her towel, as if to remove it. But then she stopped and glanced at me. I immediately closed my eyes hurriedly.
"Ravi!" Mom called my name. But I didn't budge.
I soon felt her climb into bed slowly. She bent her head close to me and slowly whispered my name. I continued to pretend to sleep.
"You naughty!" she said and began tickling me. I soon woke up laughing loudly.
"No mom, stop stop!" I begged, while twisting from side to side, trying to evade mom's tickling. She was laughing too.
Mom had mounted me with her legs on either side of my torso, and had pinned me on the bed quite hard. I had little chance of escaping her.
I tried to grab hold of mom's hands, but she was too fast for me. Then I put my hands on her waist and began tickling her.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Mom said, laughing. But she continued to tickle me. Mom began sliding up and down my body, trying to evade my tickles, but was unsuccessful.
I couldn't take it any longer, and I pulled mom on to me. Mom slid down suddenly and sat on my hard cock. She let out a low moan. I realised that mom probably wasn't wearing any panties and her naked pussy lips had touched my bulging cock. I could feel her spongy boobs press on my chest.
I held on to mom tightly and began to lick her neck and earlobes. Mom was laughing initially, but soon she was moaning and started breathing heavily. I was totally aroused at the situation. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips on hers and suddenly she came to her senses.
Mom let go of me and got up quickly. As she stood up on the bed, her towel had come undone during our play fight and it slid down her body. For the first time I saw my own mother bare naked in front of me. At such closeness, I could see her completely naked breasts and hairy pussy.
Mom immediately realised what had happened and grabbed the cloth at her feet. Along with her towel, she also grabbed my bedsheet. When she lifted the bedsheet, she saw my boner making a tent in my pants. Mom wrapped the bedsheet on her body and rushed into the bathroom.
I waited till my cock returned to its normal size and went to the well to wash up. It had been a long time since I took a bath at the well. I've always loved to take bath in the cool waters of the well, even during winters. It looked like it wasn't used much, especially since we had a tapped water connection to our house.
Ours was one of the older houses in the village and we had a nice plot behind the house where mom grew some vegetables and had a well for water supply. My dad had gone to Dubai for work some ten years ago and he hadn't come home or contacted us for the past 4 years. Someone we knew told us that he had a new family in Dubai so he didn't come back. He had saved some money for my higher education in the bank, and mom worked as a teacher in the village school, so our life continued somehow. In the beginning, mom would cry a lot and everytime I came home during semester holidays, I would console her. But she had gotten better over time and we had almost completely forgotten about dad.
When I used to console her, she would always wonder why she didn't have a husband like me. I guess, it was during those troubled time that my feelings for her grew. I saw her more as a woman who had her own needs. I once even caught her fingering her pussy, and quietly jerked off seeing her that way without her knowledge last year when I had come home.
As I was drawing water from the well, mom came out, now wearing a light pink colour saree and drying her hair with the same towel I had pulled from her body just a few minutes ago.
"What are you doing there?" mom asked
"Taking a bath" I told her, removing my shirt and pants. I was just in my boxers. I noticed mom eyeing my body.
"Come take a bath inside, I'll heat up the water for you" mom said, walking towards me.
"No it's fine mom. I like it here." I said, drawing the water from the well. I saw her trying to walk through the damp ground that had turned wet and muddy due to last night's rain. As careful as she was, she stepped on a patch of algae, and slipped. I immediately caught her, but I too lost my footing and we both fell on the wet ground and our bodies became muddy.
"Are you okay mom?" I asked, deliberately touching all over her body. "Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." Mom said, and began getting up. But she slipped again and fell. Her pallu came undone, giving me a clear view of her milky cleavage, now covered in chocolatey mud. I stood up carefully, and helped mom stand up.
We both started laughing hard. "Che, this was a nice saree, look what happened." She said, shaking her pallu. I glanced at her cleavage and her globules thievingly. Mom noticed me and gave me a shy smile.
"What are you looking at? You have already seen everything." She said and winked at me.
"Yeah mom, I've only seen it, I haven't done anything yet." I said and winked back at her. She blushed and lifted her hand to slap my shoulder gently. I quickly turned away and mom again lost her balance. Luckily, I held her hand and gripped her waist this time, steadying her.
We both walked out of the mess together.
"See, this is why you have to listen to your mother. Go inside, I'll get you hot water to bathe" mom said.
I went into the bathroom and sat on the stool, waiting for mom to bring the hot water. I noticed mom's used bra and panties in the corner. I picked up her panties and inhaled her musky aroma. My dick began to grow inside my pants. It had been over two weeks since I shagged. I was completely restless. So I slipped my boxers down and began stroking my cock kissing and smelling mom's panties.
I was sitting on the stool, with my legs spread out, facing the door, jerking to my heart's content. When suddenly, mom opened the door and entered. I saw mom and in a panic shot a thick ropes of my cum right at her. Most of my cum fell on her dirty saree, but a few drops found their way to mom's face,
I immediately covered my limping cock with mom's panties and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
Mom just kept the water in the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She took her panties from my hand and cleaned the drops of cum at the head of my cock.
"Don't be ashamed. It's common for boys your age." Mom said, even before I could apologise. She removed my boxers completely, and gave me a bath. As she held and washed my dick, it began to grow in size, and she just looked and let out a chuckle.
After she was done washing me, she began removing her saree. My cock began to grow in size, just thinking of the possibilities.
"Don't get any ideas mister." she said, sternly at first then began to laugh. "I need to clean myself too, you know."
I smiled sheepishly and wrapped a towel around my waist.
"Go get my green saree and blouse from the cupboard. And also get me my bra and panties." she ordered me.
