Hi guys, this is a story that happened between me and my mother when I was in college. You can contact me at [email protected] for further queries. Ladies, you are always welcome. It gives me a high when I receive comments from you people. Keep posting.

Since my mom and I were alone for the night and my mom already knows about my evil intentions, the situation got hot for real. So far I managed to put my arm on my mom’s curvy body. She is old but still curvy and bang-able. I still remember she was wearing a nighty that day.

I kept my hands on her hip. It was hot since it was summer. As my mom was overacting I became suspicious that today might be the chance and started my moves. Slowly, I moved my hand above. I could feel the bra strap within. As it was summer both of us were sweating despite the fan running.

Fortunately, the fan had a repair and it helped me. I slid my hands on her bareback on the open surface. She started her drama, “This is why I told you to sleep Ajay. What are you doing? I’m your mom.”

“I didn’t do much, mom.”

“What? So you want to do more to?”

“No, mom, just swiped the sweat on your back. You were sweating,” saying that I wiped across her whole back whichever area was bare. She let out a moan saying, “Oh! Wherever sweat us there, you will wipe. Haan? Just sleep quietly.”

“Why not mom? See here is your inner. I can feel it. Maybe this area will make you sweaty”

“Stop it, Ajay. What now? Are you going to put your hand inside to wipe sweat?”

“Nice idea, mom,” saying so I slid my hand inside and caressed her back everywhere including bra straps.

“Enough, Ajay,” she wriggled away.

“This is fun.” I went nearer and again put my hands on her.

She gave a fake sigh, “This is why I said I’ll sleep alone.”

“No. Sleep with me”

“Mind your words, Ajay.”

“Mind your body, mom,” and again I slid my hands inside and started going to the front this time. She moaned “What now, monkey?”

“Ma, this is tight in front let me release the pressure.” Saying so I started pressing and squeezing around her boobs.

“Ajay! What are you doing?” her drama grew weak.

“Just relax, mom,” I kept on squeezing her boobs like dough.

This reminds me of kneading dough. At times, in present, my mom will be kneading the dough for chappati. She will be all sweaty. If I’m lucky, we will be alone. So I go behind and tell her

“You are all sweaty, Saro,” putting hands on her shoulder as my mom stands in her saree.

“No need. Don’t need your help.”

“I will,” and gently caress her bare hips from the sides to the front navel ending a finger inside her navel button.

“Now I know why you ask chapati all the time.”

“Go away. I’m kneading dough.”

“Me too,” saying that I’ll take my hand up to her boobs and started kneading the boobs.

“Is this your dough?”

“Shh. Keep kneading. I’ll stop when you stop,” closing my eyes. l keep on squeezing and squeezing. Slowly taking my hand inside her blouse. I’ll knead her bare boobs like dough. My mom knows very well that asking chapati is a signal for action and removes her bra purposely.

My mom having eyes closed moans and slowly kneads the dough taking a long time. Reaching a high state, I whisper in her ears. “Saro, when will chapati be ready?”

“Do you really want chappati?” she replies in a husky voice. Kneading continues. “Something is poking in my blouse. Attend that first.”

“Oh, this?” I catch both ber nipples and pinch and squeeze them.

“Saro, paal venum. (I want milk)”

“After chapati. Ok?”

“Ok.” kneading continues.

But back in my first experience, the kneading was different as I squeezed her boobs lying next to her,

“Ajay. Stop it,” saying that she wriggled away. I didn’t leave her. Girls always love men putting the extra effort which is no different in my mom’s case who is a child at heart.

“I’ll forgive you for this okay? You cannot catch me. I’ve come this far,” she would laugh just lying a few feet away.

“What if I catch you?” saying that I went near and put hands on her ass this time.

“Idiot. What do you think? You know which all places I sweat?”

“Yes”

“See. This is the place where I sweat more” she lifted her arm and pointed at her armpit. Without thinking I went for her armpit all in a sudden and licked it over the cloth.

“What? Ajay!’

Since her nighty was almost sleeveless, I just rolled it and started licking her bare armpit.

“Sorry, mom. Couldn’t control.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I’m going to the bedroom. You can’t do anything there,” saying that in a flirty way she went inside. I followed her like a dog and started poking my dick on her ass.

“You started already?” she smiled looking away.

“Yes.”

She laid on the bed. I again laid next to her still poking.

“You came here too? Take the bedsheet.”

I took the bedsheet and wrapped both of us into one. We were lying facing each other.

“Ajay. We didn’t even switch on the fan it’s sweaty. I don’t know what you will do.”

My mom looked beautiful in that dim light.

“Enough talking, Saro,” saying that I went in for the kiss. I lip-locked with her. And sucked her mouth.

As the kiss ended, “Ajay. What is this? First my name. Then kiss. What did you think?”

“Stop talking so much. I love you and I’ll only show what I think like kissing.”

“Ok. I’m not talking hereafter,” saying that she laughed and smiled like a teenager. From that point, there was no looking back. I threw away the bedsheet and removed my t-shirt and tracks.

I still had my underwear. She responded to everything with just shocking expressions and moans. I again rolled her nighty arms and started licking her armpits like there is no tomorrow.

“Ajay. Do you want milk?”

To be continued.

Guys don’t be angry that I’m leaving it at this point as I have plans for more parts. The next whole part will be how the night ended. Keep posting your comments and suggestions.