MY MOM

Mom! The word in itself is sexy. This story is for those who agree with me.

My mom. She plays with her tress, trying to figure out the most suited style. Looks herself at the mirror and exclaims that she has lost the beauty which she proudly possessed before her marriage. Anxious about her curves, buttocks or breast-size, “even the house-maid has larger boobs” she’d say. She blames my birth and the troubles I put her in for this enormous loss. And then she goes on explaining how me and dad has been oppressing her since we were introduced in her life. I just hear her saying all this shit feeling with resentment. and I want to stomp her babbling mouth to stop it. but I bear with her speech. I don’t agree with her, however. I still find her appealing as I used to in my childhood days. Well I’m 21 now and she’s 49. I remember when I was three, I pryingly once peeked at her private while she sat over our house drain to urinate. I stupidly went in front of her and leaned over to look under her dress. She scorned me off.

I’ve seen her wedding photos, taken almost 25 years back. Of them there is one fantastic picture which I personally appreciate. It’s her favorite too. At the times she miss her youth she take it out and stare at it. many a time I also acquire it and adore in secret. But I’ve to keep it back in the album lest later she should seek it. one day when I was just out of bath my mom enquired how the picture got into my room. She had been possibly looking around for it. now I couldn’t confess to her that I used to play with that picture. “I was thinking of making a nice sketch of you with its help”, I came up with a lie. “you should’ve told me that. I’m exhausted searching for it everywhere.” I feared if she had read the comment written on its back side – SEX IN DISGUISE. Oh! I so much want to fuck you MOM. “Return it after you’re done and show me what you come out with.” Well I did come out with the sketch during whose preparation I felt horny throughout. I also returned its courtesy – the photo with the writings erased (with a spirit as it was written with a marker pen) from its back.

I’ve certain perversion toward the things she wear especially the undergarments – panty and bra. When I find them in the bath left for cleaning or outdoor in the sun for dying, I get turned on. At times I’d wear them or ejaculate on them, smell them or chew them. It’s wild but I do it. She lacks the fashion-sense when she need to go outside with her friends (some of them used to visit us and were really motivating). Once on her birthday one of her friends gifted her an outfit which she specially had thought on her. Mom appreciated it because it was from her friend, although she doesn’t much like such voluptuous dress on herself. she wore it out of excitement. “it’s awesome” she confessed. Demon! she looked damn sexy in that. Hot! Worthy of a fuck! she asked my opinion “isn’t it beautiful?” beautiful? Oops! You got the wrong word lady. “yup, it’s beautiful.” She urged me to take pictures of her. Sure!

My mom has some funny sleeping positions. On many occasions she just carelessly falls asleep on chair, sofa or cot and her thighs or cleavage get exposed. it seems cute but simultaneously sexy.