18 year old Ravi was in great thrill. His Mother, Malathi, who was working as a Nurse in Kuwait was coming on vacation that day, after 3 long years. He was ready in early morning itself to go to the airport to receive her. His Father, an Army man, was working in Kashmir. Ravi, the only Son of his parents, was staying with his Paternal Grandfather, a 75 year old man. Ravi was in his second year of college.
Seeing Ravi's excitement his Grandfather commented, "Ravi, don't you even want to have breakfast?"
Ravi said "I am so excited to see my Mother and to see the gifts my Mother will be bringing for me, that I don't feel any hunger at all".
His Grandfather said lovingly, "Malathi is really lucky to have such a loving Son who loves his Mother more than anything in the world".
But only Ravi was knowing the REAL REASON behind his excitement. His own Mother Malathi, a 46 year old plump woman, with big boobs, large thighs and bulging buttocks, was the sole object for his jack off fantasies since he was 15, for the past three years. The last time his Mother came on leave, by chance Ravi had seen his Mother in a state of semi undress, in bra and underskirt, and even though the accidental view lasted only a few seconds, and that too without his Mother knowing it, his Mother's voluptuous body was deeply rooted in his mind and since then his every day jack off was fuelled by erotic and perverted thoughts about his Mother.
Ravi had a picture of his Mother dressed in saree, standing with one of her colleagues, taken at Kuwait, in his table top. That picture was sent by his Mother last year. Ravi had persuaded his Grandfather to enlarge the photo, and to frame it for keeping in his table top. His Grandfather immediately obliged, thinking about the love Ravi was having for his Mother. But little did his Grand Father know the real purpose behind enlarging the photo. Every day Ravi used to look at his Mother's picture and fantasize while jerking off. He would imagine his Mother standing in front of him in light green saree and same coloured blouse, the same dress she was wearing in the photo and he standing beside his Mother, one hand squeezing his Mother's big buttocks and the other hand feeling his Mother's cunt through the saree. In other fantasy his Mother will be standing with her back to him and he will stand behind his Mother, lift his Mother's saree, lower her panties and fuck his Mother in her asshole. One of his favourite fantasies was to imagine his Mother, dressed in saree, but with it raised to her hips, panties lowered to her knees, standing and pissing strongly and he watching his Mother's piss gushing out of her cunt, close-up. The perverted fantasies which he had about his own Mother, and that too looking at his Mother's fully dressed innocent photo, really made him get mad with lust and he would madly jack off his cock, and when his cum squirted out of his cock, he would utter utmost indecent obscenities about his own Mother. His Grandfather would have died on the spot with a heart attack if he had ever heard his Grand Son saying the unthinkable dirty words about his own Mother, looking at her photo and jerking his cock so wildly, like it will come off.
The flight had landed when Ravi and his Grandfather reached the airport. While waiting for his Mother to check out and come, Ravi's heart was beating fast. He was slightly sweating with anticipation. At last, his object of lust, his own Mother, is coming to him. When the first passengers started coming out, Ravi edged forward, close to the way they are coming out.
His Grandfather patted on his back and said, "My Dear, your Mother will certainly come out, she will not go back, don't you worry".
The old man was thinking about the Son's love to see his Mother. Little did he know about the feelings going on inside Ravi's perverted mind about his own Mother. After some time, Ravi's impatient wait ended. He saw his Mother Malathi walking out, pushing a trolley, in which her luggage was stacked. Immediately Ravi noticed that his Mother had become more plump and voluptuous. The rich, luxurious food she used to have at Kuwait, had done its job. His Mother's boobs had become more fat, her hips had sexy rolls on both sides, and his Mother's ass was thrusting out more. Ravi rushed forward and pushing the trolley out of his way, he hugged his Mother. The smell of the perfume which his Mother had sprayed on her body, plus his Mother's own sweet smell made him crazy. His Mother lovingly hugged Ravi to her in a purely Motherly way. Putting his right hand through his Mother's shoulders, Ravi led her to the car. The car driver put the luggage in the dickey and they started their way to their house.