"Tu mera boyfriend, me teri girlfriend, oh na, na na," my mum was singing along to the song at the wedding reception for my cousin sister. It was one of those annoying catchy pop songs that seemed to get stuck in your head. My mom was drunk and embarrassing. I was sat in the corner drinking on my own out of embarrassment as I watched my mom dance with a random uncle from the groom's side. She was drunk and sloppy as he grinded against her and she was grinding back.
She was behaving like a slut and I felt myself getting angry at her actions, "Someone needs to put the slut in her place." The anger within me began to take hold and took on an inside voice.
The random uncle's hand slips around her waist on to her bare stomach due to her wearing a sari which was not quite holding its form as the hours turned late. My sister kept coming up to me and asking me to intervene.
"For fucks sake, our mom was behaving like a slut in front of everybody. She needs to be put in her place by the man of the family." The voice was beginning to take on a demanding tone. Our father had left following their divorce and this now made me the man of the family. The uncle would briefly grope her tits and she playfully pulled his hand off a few times. She was doing it in a 'no means yes' way. I sensed she was enjoying the attention.
Uncle Roshan was a bit of an asshole and he had a way of belittling me when I spoke to him. He was not a relation but uncle was just a term I used for older members of the community. He had been invited by the groom's side and the fact that It was him just added to my reasons to be angry.
I noticed the uncle's wife looking over at the pair with a face of thunder. She looked ready to pull them apart and maybe even slap the uncle or my mom. I needed to intervene before this got messy. Truly messy.
As the dutiful son that I was, I stepped in between the uncle and my mother and did a brief mother and son dance that was extremely PG. It seemed to break them apart and the uncle stepped to the sidelines where his wife was irately biting his ear off. My mom was drunk and falling over so I had to hold her up. I was never much of a dancer and I was really stiff and awkward. I really wanted to grab her and drag her from the stage but I had to show decorum and not create a scene at a family wedding.
My mom was only 42 and she was a young 42. She had 2 kids early and she kept her body in good shape despite a bit of fat but in all of the right places. Her hips were looking good as she shimmied and swayed them for the dirty perverted uncles at the wedding. She seemed to enjoy the attention of the dirty old men. She was always young looking for her age. She came from good stock and she had fair skin. I didn't get my mother's skin tone or looks. These were inherited by my sister.
My mom was the cool aunt for my cousin's and she was an integral part of the wedding but my mom had a way of covering her insecurities and pain by being a cool and fun person. This was exacerbated by her divorce two years ago and she struggled to keep things together. I had to move back in with her at the age of 21 just to keep an eye on her. In truth, university was not everything I had expected. I was socially awkward and struggled to hit it off with girls or even make any worthwhile friends. I felt more comfortable at home but I convinced myself I was doing it for my mother. My sister was in America and was just back for a few weeks for the wedding.
My mom tried getting another drink but everyone at the reception was exasperated by her actions and my cousins strongly hinted she needed to be put to bed. Which I was obliged to do.
I felt like a babysitter at this point as I took her to her room as she leaned against me and spoke in a slurry manner. I had a few drinks myself but I still had my wits about me. She was mumbling the song to herself as I went through her bag for the key card.
"Tu mera boyfriend," just sounded weird as I was the only 'boy' around here. I could feel her body against me and her breasts were pressed against my chest and arm. They had a slight sag but they were still full and heavy as I momentarily glanced between her cleavage. She was wearing one of these 'modern' sari's where the blouse is more equivalent to a bra or at best a revealing tank top. These clothes were not meant for mothers, they were for younger women or slutty mommys. A weird thing for me to fixate on when it came to my mother, but none the less my mind was going to these strange places.
I managed to get the door open and we stumbled in. I managed to get her on the bed. She dropped with her back on the bed and her chest was heaving. She regretfully gave me an inviting sighter down her cleavage and out of shame I looked away. I also fell back on the bed, in a defeated and exhausted manner. She was draining my energy.
I closed my eyes briefly as I finally felt able to relax after getting my mum to safety from the dirty men at the party. All of a sudden, my peace is disturbed by that annoying song as it is blaring from my mom's phone. She is drunkenly humming along to it. I open my eyes to see my mom at the mini bar taking a shot of vodka and then opening the miniature bottle of whiskey.
"For fucks sake, she had drank enough and now she was mixing spirits. This bitch needed a good fucking to put her to bed!" The voice was becoming more disturbing and I tried to ignore it.
"Mom, please," I said as I got up to stop her from drinking anymore when she quickly downed it before I got to her.
She shrugged her shoulders with the look of a naughty child and said, "Oops." She had the devil inside of her tonight.
"Why are you so glum, beta?" She said as she squeezed my cheeks and tried to pull them up to turn my frown upside down.
"Stop it, mom," I said in an annoyed and frustrated tone and moved her hands down.
"Fine. Be all moody but give your mom just one dance and then I will be good. I promise," she said in a baby talk like voice. What is the worst that could happen? I would be in my own room soon and asleep. She just needed entertaining until she fell asleep.
I tried to keep my distance but she placed her hands on my hips, "you are stiff like your father. You need to be able to swing these to the rhythm of the music." She said as she tried to move my hips from left to right in a swinging motion.
"Feel mine and follow," she said as she placed my hands on her bare hips. I had this weird sensation in my body at feeling my mom's hips. I didn't understand it but I swallowed at this. My mother had mommy curves around her hips and ass.
Soon I was able to move my hips a little looser. I had this weird feeling inside of me and I struggled to make eye contact with her as I kept my hands on her hips. I didn't want to imagine that it was my mother and I tried to think it was some stranger dancing with me. Our bodies were coming closer together. There was a magnetic pull caused by the dancing.
As I avoided eye contact, my eyes rested on this bra style blouse my mother was wearing and her heavy breasts as they swayed. Her pallu had dropped and she had not placed it back to cover her cleavage. I was unable to draw my eyes away from the gap in her cleavage. A weird thought crept into my mind. A weird thought I would never repeat in polite society or perhaps it was a thought that could only be repeated in the seventh level of Dante's inferno.
"That gap would be perfect to squeeze my cock into," I thought for the briefest of moments. The devil was at play tonight and it was a thought that would send me to the depths of hell.
I stopped as I reeled from the thought. My mother looked concerned. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yes. I just need a drink," I said as I went to the mini bar. Perhaps mixing drinks was not a bad idea, I thought as I tried to shake the thought from my head.
I knocked back the drinks and I felt a little woozy. My mom played the song once more as she began to gyrate to the music. I moved behind her as I could not be tormented by her breasts once more. It was time I should have gone to bed but I could not leave at the moment until I knew she was in bed and no longer a danger to men at the party.
She backed into me until I was pressing against her. She seemed to enjoy teasing me. I was naturally shy and this seemed to embolden her actions.
"I need to teach you things, they cannot teach in school. You need to dance confidently with a woman like Uncle Roshan does," she said as she guided my hands to her hips. The mention of his name making me angry. I felt the warmth of her skin as she placed my hands around her waist. Our bodies were coming close together. My clothing was quite thick so even though we were bumping together I could not feel much. My mom's pallu was dropping off her shoulder and I began to envisage just how exposed her breasts were in just that bra styled top.
Without consciously acting, my hands were going up her waist until I was caressing the underside and side of her breasts. Her ass was fat and it looked even rounder in the sari. I could not help but hump against it.
In my drunken state, I began to envisage this being some stranger and not my mom.
"If she was a stranger and acting slutty, what would stop me?" Stop it! I screamed in my head. This is getting too weird. But I could not stop myself as I groped and squeezed her large breast through the blouse.
"Uhmff! Roshan!" She said and it was weird for her to call me by the name of the man she was dancing with. She was pretty drunk and perhaps I could help her release the slutty bitch that was inside of her and play the role of Roshan. It would save embarrassment.
My body was acting autonomously and there was a disconnect with my mind. My hands had pulled down the shoulder straps of the blouse until her breasts were more easily accessible. I slid my hands inside the blouse and groped the fat mommy tits. It was my first time touching a woman and I could not help but hump my hard cock against the slut's ass. She grinded back against me instinctively but the contact was limited due to my thick sherwani.
I began to open the buttons until Sherwani opened and I was able to make firmer contact.
"Uff! Oh!" She moaned as she grinded against me.
I pinched and twisted her nipple. She placed her hands over mine.
"The slut is beginning to feel some shame. You need to teach her a lesson tonight so you both learn something!" The voice was beginning to take control.
"Beta, stop! We should sleep now," my mommy said as she tried to pull my hands out but I was becoming aggressive and held on tightly to the fat mommy tits. The more she struggled, the more her body writhed and grinded against me.
Reality was slowly seeping in and she was beginning to feel shame at her slutty actions.
I eventually let go, but I held on long enough for her to know I was in control. She was out of breath as she turned around to face me.
Her tits barely being kept inside of her blouse. I could see her nipples partly creeping out. She tried her best to adjust but she was flustered and looked a mess.
She began to speak as I walked over to the mini bar, "Beta, we should go to sleep now." I took out a miniature shot bottle of vodka each.
"The bitch wants to call you beta now but it was boyfriend a few minutes ago. She needs to be taught a lesson she will not forget," the voice was taking control of me. The song was on repeat and still playing in the background but it was not as annoying or as loud as before. It was just background noise.
"You are teaching me good moves. My hips were looser and my hands...well, they felt freedom," I said as I looked at her tits and that cleavage gap. My cock jerked involuntarily.
I passed her the vodka shot and began to remove my sherwani.
