Let me begin with myself, I am nobody interesting, but my life is very. I am an orphan adopted by my aunty and uncle years ago. However, I came to know this only when I turned 20. How I came to know is something you shall know later. But to start with, let me tell you more about my parents.
I was 19 when I started to notice turbulence in the family. My dad was not around home most of the time. He was busy with work. My mom was quite occupied herself, yet she made some time for me. She liked me. I always felt that affection of hers. She loved hiking, trekking, and traveling. She was adventurous.
Dad not being around, mom used to take me on a weekend trip mostly. I enjoyed my trips. Mom looked super happy when we used to step out. We had done so many trips after I turned 18. Two years of fun and adventure had brought mom and me very close. I was taking care of her so much that I didn’t know where to stop.
On that Friday, when mom returned home early evening, she screamed loud from the main hall. Her voice reached my room as she asked me to rush to the main hall. I went running towards my mom and stood in front of her. Mom asked me if I was interested to go on a weekend trip?
I, as always, was curious and without hesitation, I said yes and rushed to pack my stuff.
An hour later, we left the house and started our journey. Mom was driving. She was good at it. Hours of driving had bored her. I had just turned 20 and was very enthusiastic to drive. I requested mom to drive our car. After minutes of contemplation, mom agreed and pulled over the car under a tree.
The road was dark, there were no street lamps. Car’s headlights were on. Mom opened the door and stepped out of the car. She allowed me to drive while requesting me to maintain a safe speed.
As I sat on the driving seat, she was still outside of the car. She screamed and started to scratch her back. She was yelling. She said something had bit her. She was in pain.
I asked mom to step inside the car so we can rush to a shelter and see what had happened. About 30 minutes were left to reach our destination and mom was restless. Her pain had aggregated. I drove to our hotel and rushed to our room.
We always stayed in a single room but slept on different beds. But this hotel had a king-size bed. As soon as we entered the room, I was quite surprised. But mom with her pain, didn’t even bother.
The moment we entered, she asked me to make myself comfortable in the room and she rushed to the bathroom removing her footwear. She latched the door from inside while I was unpacking the luggage.
Minutes later, I heard mom whisper through the slightly open bathroom door asking me for her nightdress. The smell of soap and hair cleanser had already filled inside the room. The hot shower she had taken had made the room moist.
I asked her if her nightdress was in her luggage bag? Mom said, yes. I opened her luggage bag and saw her evening dress and a saree. As I moved the top layer of clothes in search of her nightdress, my fingers brushed on a soft fabric that I had never felt before. Curiously, I grabbed it and pulled it out.
I was holding my mom’s soft-cupped bra in my hands. It felt like butter on my fingers. Mom’s bra was huge and had lacy embroidery on it. For the first time, I had felt that softness on my fingers. I couldn’t resist but take it closer to my face to feel it.
As I tried to smell it, I was shocked by my mom’s voice right behind me. Mom with her stern voice, standing right behind me, “What do you think you are doing?”.
I was shocked. I was shocked not just because mom had seen me rubbing her bra on my face but also to see her just wearing just a towel, wrapped around her bust down till her upper thighs.
Mom’s hair was damp and strands of hair were running down on her chest. The hot water had made her body sweat. Mom’s sweat ran from her neck all the way down to her chest. I was stunned and shocked to see mom in this attire for the first time. I had my shocking look latched on her body.
Mom had her hands on her chest to ensure her cleavage was not exposed. My eyes were strolling all over the body. Her silky white skin, her thick black hair, and her lush plump body had me drooling. While her bra was still in my hand, mom snatched it from me and broke the heat asking me to go and take a shower.
We both were embarrassed. I was thinking of how sexy mom was while I was taking the shower. For the first time ever, I had crossed the limits and imagined my mom in the form of my sex goddess. Every single thought made my body pass a jolt of shiver. My thoughts had no boundaries.
As I applied soap on my body, I reached my cock to feel it hard and erect. I had never felt my cock grow that big. It was hard as a rock and loner than ever before. I rubbed my cock while imagining my mom with me in all sexual ways.
I was enjoying every bit of it unknowingly. I heard a bang on the bathroom door. Mom called out my name and asked me why I was taking so much time. I immediately rushed my shower and said that I will be out in 5 minutes.
I wore my boxers and stepped out to the room. My mind was filled with tabooed thoughts. I dint even look at mom for the minutes I was combing my hair in front of the mirror.
Mom uttered slowly, “I have been bitten by an ant. The pain has reduced but I feel it shall get allergic”. I turned towards her as she lied on the bed with her bed sheet pulled all over till neck.
I asked mom if she had carried any anti-allergic medication. Mom said yes and asked me to pull out a gel from her luggage bag.
Mom was embarrassed with all that had happened. I was ashamed to even ask if I could help her by applying the gel. Mom took the gel from me and got out of her bed.
She was wearing her long nightdress. She had no other choice but to apply the gel by herself. She asked me to go to bed and get some sleep.
As I made myself to bed and pulled over the sheets to cover myself completely, I could see mom turn off all lights except the dressing mirror. I closed my eyes trying to sleep. But hell, sexy images of my mom in her towel and her lush body were haunting me.
I couldn’t sleep. I opened my eyes to see mom stand in front of the mirror and her hands were reaching her back slowly, unzipping her nightdress.
As mom removed her nightdress slowly down her shoulders until her waist, I saw her luscious back with her bra straps hugging her. Mom was wearing the same red bra that I had held on my face trying to smell. She moved her hair to the front exposing her milky skin to me.
She was trying to apply the gel on her back but her hands couldn’t reach it. She was trying hard and going desperate.
I was hard inside my boxer. I was feeling the heat on my cock rush to my brain. My hands were clenched to the pillow. I couldn’t resist the sight of my mom’s back. I had lost all senses and had no shame left. The devil in me had taken over my actions.