The story you are about to experience is completely fictional, if by chance the character and the incident matches with your life or with the one who you knew, is purely coincidental. It was dark, it seems like I’m not getting much of a sleep after the little experience I had with my mother just a few minutes ago. I looked at Manjula and thought to myself, how can I let this women sleep after, she has awaken the forbidden sexual lust deep in me. So I thought of a plot. First, tried waking her (Manjula) up. No use she was sound asleep, and then I took my blanket and went to the other room where my father is.<\/p>\n
After throwing the blanket in the corner of the room and double checking my father if he is really sleeping, came out of the room shutting the door behind but did not bolt it, so that he(my father) does not get suspicious. Came back to Manjula and I went straight to the regulate of the fan and increased its speed to maximum, then went back to sleep. Within minutes the room temperature drops to couple of degrees and i was biting my teeth in chillness and waiting for Manjula to take a note of me. No use! Then came another idea, by quickly hitting my thigh as if slapping it for mosquito bite for several times.<\/p>\n
Finally there was a cough and my name was called \u2018Senthil!\u2019 and another cough and a question \u2018what are you doing awake?\u2019 it was no other then Manjula. She held my shoulders and turned me around as my shoulders and back was facing her, my body positioning was so intentionally planed in a way, Manjula will have to touch me. There isn\u2019t much of light to see her face, so definitely she cannot see mine neither. For that matter somehow, i must show my distress of not being comfortable with all this chillness and mosquito bites<\/p>\n
At the grace of my voice, but before i could utter a word. Manjula asked me of my blanket, i said don\u2019t know. Searched for it a while and cannot find it. She said \u2018poor child you are shivering, why don\u2019t you slow down the fan a bit\u2019. I said Come on mummy with all these mosquito, no way. I don\u2019t want to risk my blood sucked all up by hungry bugs, anyway these mosquito replants or worthless . Manjula laughed and started to get up from the bed. I asked her, Wait mummy what are you doing, she said \u2018come on are you going to sleep like this? No way, I will go get the blanket from your father,<\/p>\n
I do not care much if he sleeps or he doesn’t with or without blanket! Suddenly i held one of her hand, she turned and asked me, what? I slowly moved my hands to her face cheeks and said you don\u2019t want to wake up dad, he is sound asleep. She said \u2018already told you I care less if he(my dad) is asleep or awake it makes no difference to me. Oh! Come on mummy you do not want him to come into our room and disturb us would you? As I was talking I moved my thumb of my right hand in a circular motion, which is already placed in her face check.<\/p>\n
Immediately the stiff posture of her body loosened, also Manjula caught hold of my hand and moved it all over her face, First to her eyes then to her forehead and slightly touching her lips edges couple of times. It felt like as if my Mom is going to suck up my fingers. Well I thought, not bad for a start! Here comes the disappointment part: My Mother Manjula said, \u2018then you can take my blanket\u2019. What..? What was that mom, how will you sleep if you give it to me? Oh! No problem da I’m use to these chillness, you go ahead and sleep. Here, take the blanket and cover yourself up properly.<\/p>\n
Then she resumed her sleeping position in the other side of the bed. I did not protest much, because i knew this was temporary and know how chilly it could get as night falls. After a while… I did not know how long I have slept, but when the clock struck 12. along with 12 ding dong sounds hammering in my head I woke up, felt difficult to moved and then realized my back was heavy, it was like I was carrying a backpack full of 10 laptops with few differences this one felt soft, very soft and huge. Mom?<\/p>\n
Mom are you awake, after a long silence Yes came the answer. Can i talk, i mean now at this time? Again came the answer Yes! I not disturbing your sleep, am i? There was silence, but Manjula my mom cuddled behind me further. So i started speaking: You see the other day i was watching a show on Discovery channel, The development of Human baby\u2019s immune system and also the baby\u2019s brain development attains its full growth only when the baby is fed with mother\u2019s milk for at least the first 6 months after the birth. Of course there are supplement food which are not as nourishing as Mother\u2019s milk.<\/p> \n\n
And i asked my mother \u2018is it really true?\u2019 Manjula said, \u2018 maybe\u2019. Come on mummy, just tell me. If it is true or not? Manjula: OK! da it is true, but supplementary food are also equivalent in richness, studies show there is nothing wrong in it. And i continued asking my mother, \u2018mom, one day i over heard Jothika(My father\u2019s sister) aunty talking to her friends that you stopped giving me milk in a month? And also she said you where more concern on your beauty then my health, is it true?!<\/p>\n
Manjula did not respond to this question. And i said, I’m glade that you didn’t feed me that much of milk. Manjula with a questioning voice asked, \u2018and why is that?\u2019 Mom that is because, you will not be as this beautiful and sexier as now if you would have feed me milk then. And now if i suck up yours, there will be no milk to feed me, so you do not have to worry that you might loose your nourishment. Your thing is just like a plaything now? isn’t that right mom?<\/p>\n
Manjula\u2019s voice felt a little distant and she said, \u2018i do not know where we are going with this non-sense conversation of yours, I’m feeling tired and sleepy and also think we should call it the night and go back to sleep.\u2019 Then, with a sudden and Instant twist of my whole body to face her, when Manjula still hugging me from behind made her loose end of her saree to dug under my body and gone to the other side, since my body weight was on it. Manjula was literally pleading to let her saree go.<\/p>\n
Then a long deep wet kiss on her forehead, which was all it took for me to put her into submission. I usually bath twice a day, since Chennai’s hot climatic conditions and all, but this day i took bath only in the morning and let by body to soke in my sweat, for the rest of the day. The intoxicating smell of a young fleshy man\u2019s sweat, with a reasonable sized tool. Only boxers to cover it up, rubbing against her baby maker over her pavadai (ladies lower under garment) made Manjula to tremble. To further intensify the situation i put my body weight over her and hugged her very tightly,<\/p>\n
Manjula was speech less, motionless and breathless. Manjula..? Manjula..? i whispered in her ears. Hmm.. hmm.. was all she could react. Then, i caught hold of one of her breast and pinched it at the tip of her nipples. She(Manjula) slapped me right in the face. Man that was a heavy blow, this women can definitely hit!, Getting really pissed off! I caught hold of her cunt with my hand, right between her legs and gave it a strong piston pressure to top it all i pressed my whole body weight on the hip and cunt area.<\/p>\n
Oh! please, no no… Oh!.. Oh!… Stop… stop it Senthil I’m your mother. I whispered in her ears again, \u2018listen to me woman, you made a decision never to be my father\u2019s wife! Right?. That means your cunt is in the market again. If I don\u2019t taste it some other mother fucker definitely will. Well, I cannot let that happen when, I’m here\u2019. And also I continued to say, you are my mother and I have no love for you, I do not care for you, and do not pity you what so ever. All I care about is how to use this body of yours to the fullest extent, so it doesn’t get wasted and stolen by other cheep sticks out there.<\/p>\n
Understood…? I said do you understand what I just said? Yes.. came the answer. Then i released my clutches off her cunt and let her take some breath. I surely showed the women what kind of wild man i am, but forgot to keep my voice down. Slammed opened the door, There was this shadow looked more like my pathetic father. Damn you two, what the fuck do you think you two were doing. Shouted the shadow. My manalism went straight down the drain. I was pleading, \u2018Dad.. dad it\u2019s not what you think.. she is OK… all dressed up…I swear did not touch her.. see.. see.. ask her yourself dad, do not let you eyes fool you dad please…mom say something…please…!<\/p>\n
All i could hear her say was wake up. What do you mean wake up, and stop kissing near my lips. Dad is around he will kill us both. Wake up Senthil, its already 8 in the morning, wake up! Then i opened my eyes, Blur image of my mother\u2019s face came to the sight. What happened, where is dad? Did you tell him that we… oh no does he knew what we did chill thambi(son) chill, i think you had a dream. And that too, a wet one.<\/p>\n
She smiled looking at my sticky wet shorts and my cock which has already attained its fullest form. Senthil, Your Dad has left the house early morning for work. Now you get up and get freshen up. We got a big day coming. You and me alone, she grinned a little and left the room. More to come…If you like the experience of the story i just posted, let me know. I appreciate if women take special interest in giving away their comments in the comment section or you can very well email me at <\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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