My Love For My Mom – Part 2

Dear passionate friends, Last time I had narrated how my mom started appearing in my sexual fantasies. How I masturbated holding mom’s bra, saree and so on. And about when I started seeing her with sexual interest. Please read by searching, ‘My love for my mom’, for the first part of my experience.

Once in her bedroom I found her reading a magazine bound with newspaper which I later discovered that they were hardcore porn literature.

She had scolded me when I had asked what was the bound magazine she was reading. Later on I had searched her wardrobe and found many such magazines, which I started using during my masturbation sessions. I always imagined mom during those sessions. Especially, a story about a mom confessing about her sex with her son, made my love for my mom stronger.

Well mom is a very beautiful and dignified woman. Very loving mom to a son like me. But all my earlier experiences like mom calling me for scrubbing her back while she stood completely naked in the bathroom, calling me from the bathroom for her saree and petticoat, or asking me to scratch her itching back, while she removed her bra, all these have been urging me to go further.

I am strongly feeling like going and holding her from back when she was on house-chore. I must somehow win her love. She would be very nice to make love to. I love her the most in the whole world. It’s nice to kiss her, hold her naked body.

But my beautiful decent mom, always clad in nice sarees, became close to me in a different way, than I had been planning to have her.

I was trying to win her with subtle moves but one strange incident changed the whole thing.

I told you she scolded me when I asked about what magazine she was reading? I felt, her scolding me for that, unusual, as she never scolded me for anything silly like this. Becoming more curious about this I found it to be a porn magazine.

Everyday whenever I got a chance, I stole a porn magazine from her wardrobe and masturbated imagining mom as my fantasy mate.

It seems she found out that I am reading them. One day she called out,’Shashank, Shashank,’ the tone was a little harsh. She had never been harsh to me.

‘Whatever you are doing is wrong Shashank, you must study and graduate, and take up a good job, settle down and marry.’ She said, ‘But what you are doing is bad, bad because the way it is done.’

‘What mom’, I stood apologetically pretending not to know what she meant.

‘What, you ask me what that magazine I was reading, and you go check it out in my wardrobe? Too bad.’

‘Mom I am sorry, will not do again,’ was all I could manage to say. But I was dying with shame. ran away from mom.

The next few days I was very sad, I didn’t even masturbate. I didn’t eat food properly though mom insisted. Couple of other occasions I said sorry to mom. Mom could not see me like this. She came to my room and hugged me, saying, ‘dear son, that’s okay whatever happened, I am your mom and you are my loving son. Forget the matter there and relax.’

But her hug was soothing and enticing at once, I was crying by her love. She pulled out her pallu and wiped my tears off.

‘Go freshen up and come, I will serve you good lunch,’ she said.

When she was about to leave I called, ‘mom,’ and she turned back. I held her in a fine embrace again. This was the kinky move I made which set prelude to our love life.

Mom served me a fantastic lunch. More than the lunch I admired her beautiful body, longing more and more to hug her and love her.

I said. ‘I love you mom,’ with real love of a man inside me for her.

‘I love you too,’ she said with her usual mom’s love. I want her to remain my mom even if she becomes my love.

I hung on to mom whenever we were alone. I would just be around her, touch her from behind and so on.

I continued stealing magazines to masturbate with the help of them. I would get more aroused with mom’s feel on my body, her smell provoking my olfactory tissue.

One day when I went to the kitchen to have a feel of her back, she turned to me suddenly and said, ‘You naughty, you still read those magazines?’

Strangely she wasn’t angry this time. Instead with her eyes wide open she was smiling as though at a small boy who had stolen something.

‘Mom,’ I blurted meekly without any defense.

‘Don’t you think you should not get into the private area of your parents Shashank?’ she asked.

I had no answer, but I moved close to her as though to hold her, as I did these times.

‘Don’t touch me naughty boy’, she said ‘you have all bad ideas in your head’

She wasn’t angry at me, this time again.

I didn’t say anything and I was about to leave, when she called, ‘Shashank’, and hugged me.

This time it was a full hug touching each other’s body from top to bottom. I got a real arousal. I thanked mom silently for this, thinking this was what I needed often. She held me for quite sometime and said, ‘I love you Shashank.’

‘I love you too mom.’ saying so I brushed my neck on her head, lustily enjoying mom’s proximity. She then asked me to rest for a while and study later. I said yes and left her.

By the evening my beautiful angel mom came to my room with coffee and snacks in hand. After she kept them on my study I hugged her again, ‘saying, thank you mom,’

Before leaving what she said left me completely awestruck.

‘Shashank if you pick up those magazines, please keep them in place, I don’t want your dad to find your kinky activity. He doesn’t like this.’

‘Thank you mom’, I said, holding my hands for one more hug.

‘I am not a woman you find in those magazines to hug me often, Shashank, I am your mom.’

And yet she gave me a fantastic tight hug, beating me in my back, calling me, ‘you are the naughtiest bay I know’.

‘Shashank, I am going to temple in the evening, are you going with me,’she asked. ‘Yes mom’ I said.

Mom came in a beautiful saree and when I looked at her, she teased me.

‘Don’t look at me like that, you dirty mind.’

But mom taking this all in a lighter vain excited me and thought the days were close to have her love. I drove mom in our car to the temple. Kept looking at how beautiful mom was. When we went around the temple I let mom go in front of me so that I could look at her beautiful back. When I started the car mom patted my cheek with love. Few minutes after we returned home dad called up mom to say he won’t be returning home that day. He had gone out of station on an official work.

Let me explain you later in the next story.

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