Older the Bolder

Like many young lads my sex life started as a voyeur.  I was an only son of my parent and both of them were working people.  My parents shifted from India to Dubai when I was 11.  In Dubai I had a friend named Robinder.  We became so close that we used to spend some nights at each other homes.  The mom of my friend was a beautiful woman named Shalini.  She was not very careful in her dressing.  Robinder had no problem me watching her in different stages of dress.  We would sit in the bedroom playing as innocent people while she used to come out of the bathroom after the shower.  Unknown that we were there she would wrap a towel on her body and come out. She had a beautiful smile and long legs.  When she would see us she would smile and ask us to leave.

One day we were playing 'hide and seek' with couple of other friends.  I decided to cover myself in a sheet and hide under the bed.  Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the bed for the servant to take them.  So it was easy for me to get inside one.  I was not aware that Shalini auntie was taking a shower nearby.

It was a turning moment for my sexual life and a cherished moment.  Robinder's mother came from the out wrapped in towel as usual.  Toweling her hair, she walked to the bed room door and locked it.  I peeped outside. There was a crazy sensation in my body.  She sat down on a stool in front of the dressing table and started combing her hair.  Later she applied some powder and perfume on her body.  I felt a soothing smell all around me.  She suddenly got up and began to look something.  I was worried but I was safe.  Will she find me?  Did she hear any sound?  I crept into my sheet. She opened her cupboard and sat on her legs, looking through the last shelf. She picked up something and got up.  As she got up the towel loosened and fell down near her.  I got worried that she would pick the towel and find me.  When this not happened I slowly crept out to check.  I could still see the legs of Robinder's mothers.  Gathering courage I looked out.  I was stunned.

Mad mom, Madder son

Here is a brief account of rather unsettling series of events that has transpired to me recently.  When I reflect upon them, I feel ashamed.  I'm a very different person now than who I used to be, and not entirely in a good way.  I am Japio Mehta, a tall and well built indian man.  A year ago my wife died in child-birth.  Like many other indian marriages mine was an arranged marriage but I still loved my wife.  Her sudden death was a big blow to me.  My parents came to consol me attend her funaral.  I was 28 then, so my dad suggested me to remarry.  My mom Purva, however, was not amused at this suggestion.  She told my dad that he should let me get over my grief.  Frankly speaking I was not in a mood to repeat the experience so soon. 

Mom stayed for another week to help me settle in life again.  On the fifth day a starnge incident took place.  Mom had some back pain.  She discussed it with the house maid who told mom that she can cure it with a message.  I was not aware of this arrengement.  It was evening and I was watching news on the television when my mobile wrang.The call was from my father who wanted to talk to my mother urgently.  I rushed to the room where mom lived and without taking her permission I went inside. 

I saw my mom was lying on bed topless when I entered her bedroom.  I saw that mom laid down on the bed on her stomach and Nirupa the maid was massaging moms back by applying oil.  I couldn't see her breasts completely but still my heart missed abeat on seeing my mom topless as I had never seen my conservative mom like this.  She scolded me for coming inside without her permission.  I said I was sorry and told her that dad wanted to talk to her urgently.  She said ok and told me to hand over the phone to her.  I moved towards her bed and extended my hand to give the mobile phone. She turned to take it.  Now this time I had a full view of her left breast.  It was very fair.  Much fairly than her face and to top this, a pinkish areola and a light brown nipple.  I couldn't control myself seeing her boob.  She took the phone and asked me to leave. 

Me And My Mom In The City

I am an Indian man of 22 who lives in the city of Varanasi with his mother Rukmani and Uncle Satish.  I was 11 when my father died making me a orphan and my mother a widow.  My mother at that time was only 31.  She was not much educated so pulling the life alone was not possible for her.  Her elder brother Satish was living alone too due to the fact that his wife divorced him.  A deal was struck between him and my mother that she will look after his house and he in return will take her and my care.  My uncle was kind to me as he had no children of his own.  He was a bit bitter about women in general because he felt that his wife cheated on him.  He put certain restraints over mom so most of her time was spent inside the house, either doing kitchen work or doing puja.  She used to wear white saree only but otherwise she was a beautiful woman.  She never talk dirty words and was always polite with others.  I was her obedient son and she loved me very much.  She always provided me whatever I needed.  She use to give me milk in every night.  Always check whether I am hungry or not.  She never allowed me to do any naughty things which can harm anybody.  I respected my mother a lot and never thought wrongly about her.  I however, was in an age when my interest in opposite sex was natural.

The incident narrated here took place last year when I completed my graduation and started looking for a job.  My mother wanted me to find a job in the same city which was not easy.  Uncle Satish was a shopkeeper and he wanted me to join him.  Keeping in mind his rigid behaviour I was not interested in joining him.  One fateful day I was coming out of my room but not looking forward.  I ran headlong into my Mother, who was coming towards my room at some speed.  I grabbed her to keep her from falling but she was hurt.