Loving The Closest: A Son And Mother Part – 3

Hello all,
This is the third part of this story. I got overwhelming response from you readers and several mails praising the story. But as they say, desire has no ends, so as a writer I expect to get more and more responses to my story, no matter whether they are appraisal or comment or suggestions or your personal experiences which you want to share with me. I am aware that most of the girls and women in this country have so many fantasies and desires yet they are not allowed to speak about these to anyone in their family and society. The shape of culture and tradition make their desires repressed and suffocated. I will be glad to hear their stories, experiences and desires as a friend without any favour. Please feel free to write me at ‘[email protected]’.

Drowning in the thoughts of dilemma of ‘moral or immoral’, ‘right or wrong’ and ‘to go ahead or step back’ I slept hugging my mom. My days were never so long. Continuous thoughts of previous nights, retrospecting my actions as well as mom’s reaction and imagining the prospective actions of coming night was making my day hard to pass. I think most of you have got this feeling when you are too deep in the thoughts of someone but yet there is an element of fear of rejection.Here it was not only rejection but also moral dilemma through which I was going on. All mixed feelings were giving birth to excitement as well as fear. Anyhow the day got passed and night came. Night for which I was waiting but also tried to avoid.

After having dinner as usual I and mom got settled in bed. Mom was wearing normal dark green colour cotton sari. It was the sari which I brought for her from delhi. This is also one of my favourite colours. She was looking so homely yet beautiful. For me normal casual homely look is always more sexy and erotic. It gives a feeling of normalcy yet affection where there is no layer of makeup or attempt to hide. After getting in bed, her back was facing me. I was excited as well as in fear but I decided to go ahead slowly and not to rush. I put my hand on her waist. Her skin was so smooth and wheatish in complexion. She was more towards curvy side as most of our indian women in their mid- ages are. She jerked little bit on my touch but settled down. I tighten my grip and also moved my hand on the front side of her stomach. I felt that she took a deep breath as I felt her stomach muscles getting tight. I moved my fingers on her stomach but she did not show any movement.

After sometime she put her palm on my hand which was caressing her stomach. Her palm was warm but it was trembling. Probably she was going through the same dilemma as me. I moved my body a little towards her but I kept a safe distance not to make her uncomfortable. At any moment I did not want to make her uncomfortable or to make her think that I was full of lust for her. I respect her alot and wanted to do only those things in which she was comfortable and willing. For me, it was never the case that it is only for me. Until and unless partner is not ready or not enjoying whole process of lovemaking does not have any sense.

Then it becomes totally one sided and just one step behind forcing yourself on other. I could feel her breathing pattern from her stomach. With movement of her stomach muscles my hand as well as her hand which was above my hand going up and down. As if she was trying to control her breathes but not able to do so. She was trying to calm herself but more she tried more repulsive her body was becoming. Ultimately she loosened her body and pushed little towards me. Probably that moment was deciding moment for her and she decided to go ahead. Pushing of her body towards me made both of our hand to go further at the end of her stomach to the other side of her waist. My hand rubbed over her naval. Deliberately I pushed my one finger while my palm was travelling towards other side of her waist because of her movement. Now, her back was touching me. Her grip was getting more hard on my hand. She was in ecstatic state at that time maybe.

Her eyes were closed but fully aware. Her eyebrows were vibrating as if eyes wanted to open themselves but something was restraining them to do so. To remove her remained constraints I put my face on the bare portion of her back. The back cut of the blouse. Her blouse was not some designer of deep cut but like normal blouses which women used to wear at home for daily purpose. Yet the back cut was enough for me to make her realize touch of my face. Her body got stoned on my touch. I did not move my face but just kept it like that. After I realized that she let her muscles relax I tightened my grip on her waist and moved my body forward to fill the remaining gap between us both physically and metaphorically. I made my lips touch her back but in the manner that I was kissing it but just a slight gentle touch. I did not want to ruin things and most importantly her emotions. I was pretty much aware about her dilemma so I wanted to move according to her pace only. I wanted to ask her to open up about all things but I could not. I wanted her to take her own time and then come up at the time of her own comfort. I did not want to disturb or affect her own thought process.

After touching my lips on her back I did not moved my face but continues to caress her waist and stomach. I could feel her aroma and it was so exotic that it was getting hard and hard for me to control. Slowly mom took my hand and placed it near her navel. I innocently started caressing area around it and below it. I could feel the place where her sari was tugged inside petticoat. I just wanted to push my hand inside it and might be she also wanted me to do the same yet we were just waiting for each other or better to say playing with each other. After sometime I moved my hands on upper portion of her stomach which was as good as her navel area. Her breathing got stopped probably because of the thoughts thinking about my next step. But I stopped my hand just below her blouse and started moving my fingers on last portion of blouse touching end portions of clothes of blouse. I was getting more and more hard and probably she was able to feel it on her back but we both were so silent and just letting our hands and fingers to work as of they have their own brain. Suddenly she lifted her right hand pushing my hand which was on her blouse and turned towards me moving her body more closers towards me. I got shocked thinking what might be her reaction. But she again took my hand and kept it on her back portion while pushing herself more towards me.

Now I can feel her breathing on my face. I closed my eyes while she was turning towards me as I did not have dare to look into her eyes. The situation was quite similar for her and her eyes were also closed. However pushing herself more and more towards me she took my face in her hand and placed a kiss on my forehead. That kiss was full of motherly love. Love which can have many dimensions and many meaning. She took my face and like night before kept it on portion between her neck and breasts. I was more confident than yesterday so I tightened my grip on her waist as if I was holding my lover from her waist. I opened my lips little while placing it on her skin so that she would be able to feel it. Both of us were high in sky. She just kept her hand on back of my head and pushed slightly more as if signalling me to go ahead.

I tried to take my tongue out just to touch her skin with tip of my tongue. I think it was getting hard for her also as she moved her hand from back of my head to my waist and pushed my lower body as well as hers more closer. Hardness of my dick could feel tangle of her sari. I again touched tip of my tongue to her skin and she got more restless. Her grip on my waist got more tight. We both were as much close as two person could be. Her nails were digging in my waist above my t-shirt. Slowly I moved my face towards her cleavage. Her blouse was neither too deep neck nor high neck. Her cleavage was visible only to the extent that it was giving hint of something marvellous. Her pallu was on side because of all this hussle between our bodies. At that moment I just wanted to dug my face between her pair of breast and die there only. However dying won’t help anyone, it was not useful for me neither for her. Living and loving each other was much more pleasurable. On reaching her cleavage I pushed my face towards her body to feel her more. At that moment it was everything for me, my heaven or hell everything. I wrapped my whole arm on her waist and pushed her body towards me. Also pushed my face more into her cleavage and took my tongue out. I touched her cleavage in the similar manner as I was doing before. My every sense was into her. I just wanted to make her happy and deriving pleasure out of that. My every fantasy and desire was getting fulfilled.

When she did not resist touch of my tongue tip I opened my mouth and tried to kiss her cleavage. I felt that a slight moan came out of her mouth. I was on the top of the world. It was feeling like winning the world. That slight moan was most beautiful thing I head in my life. It was most pleasing and sweet music I heard in my whole life. My mother lifted her one leg and put it on my legs. I could feel her muscular thighs on my legs. I wanted to eat her whole body at one instant. The desire to touch her every inch at one moment, to feel every corner, every part of her body. Her bodily heat was like most fire in icy weather for me. Her touch was like soothing ointment on my wounds. I pushed my groin towards her and opened my mouth to kiss her cleavage again. This time I did not closed it one go but tried to take bit of her flesh between my lips to suck it. Her body trembled as if she was in fever.

I felt like I would come right there without any touch. I moved my hand from her waist to hips and kept my hand there. When she stopped trembling she put her one hand on my hand which was on her hip, dragged her from there to her bare waist, hugged me more tightly, kissed on my forehead and slept in no time. I did not wanted to wake her up and disturb her sweet sleep, I slept holding her waist with the thought of “maybe next night……..”.
To be continued….