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Following is a creative work of fiction about an obsession. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents.
Being the first kid, my mom loved me more than my other two siblings. I enjoyed a special pampering while getting punished for the naughty things, which I used to do. As a kid, my mom was the most beautiful and sexy woman I was surrounded by.
I used to spend most of the time going back and forth around her. I don’t remember exactly when it has started – my fascination for my mother. However, I remember a night distinctly.
It was a usual night. Since dad was out of the station, my siblings and I were sleeping with my mom. But I never in my wildest thoughts could have imagined that night would be the first night ever to experience it. As I slowly gained my consciousness, I realized that my left hand felt something soft and smooth.
I liked the feeling of it. The more I liked the feeling, the more conscious I gained. I opened my eyes and realized that my hand touched my mom’s waist over her sari. I never got a chance to hold it, nor did I think to hold it ever before. But I loved the feeling of the waist on my hand.
Something primitive in my mind told me that I am doing something wrong and feeling something very wrong. This culture was rooted in my DNA from my ancestors. But that did not stop me from pursuing my thoughts further. I groped around and made my way inside the blanket.
Then after going through a few layers of the cloth, which is the sari, I could feel the naked skin of her waist. It was smooth and felt like cheese. My manhood responded to the touch making my pajamas tight. I kept my hand still and intact with her waist. But there was a monster brewing inside me, prodding for more.
My thoughts swung back and forth, trying to figure out the desire of the monster. And as they settled down without my knowledge, I pulled back my hand. The desires inside me welled up. I got up and opened my shirt buttons.
Placing a hand in the space between my mom and my brother, who is now sleeping between mom and me, I moved over and kept the other hand in the space between my mom and my sister. Then I slowly lowered my body over her.
As I lowered my body, I could feel the air between us becoming thin. In seconds, I can feel the chilled, smooth, and soft mounds of her. I lingered there without putting much pressure over her mounds and enjoyed the heaven. My mind cannot figure out how much time I was lingering over there.
Then I receded to my place and put my shirt buttons back. But still, my manhood is not satisfied, and I wanted more. I again passed my hand over my brother to reach to her beautiful waist. The moment I reached and touched the naked waist, she jumped off the place and went to the switches.
Guided by instinct and a moment while was reaching for switches was enough for me to pull back my hand by adjusting my brother’s hand. When the light switched on, I could feel my mom looking at us. After a moment, I can hear her moving my brother’s hand and coming back to bed.
I somehow managed to go to sleep without lifting a finger in silence and the darkness. After that night, my eyes started to prey on her body, feeding my lust. My mind started to give some closer attention to it. My mind, eyes, and body started to give more attention to her waist. It soon became an obsession.
My mind started to fantasize about her waist, like how I would touch it and play with it. It became almost impossible to shake off the thoughts about her. I wanted to be with her more than anything. After that night, I almost lived in my mind while fantasies broiled about my mom’s beautiful midriff.
And nothing much eventful happened for many months. Also, I, too, was clueless about proceeding further in my escapades. It was almost a year since the last encounter with my mom. I was living the leftovers of the experience, scratching my memory.
And then it happened. We had to shift our house as the owner wanted to build a new home in its place. We didn’t have enough time to search around in the small town. So we had to move the available one. It is not much compared to our last house, but it is something we could manage.
I did not like the house but could not do much about it. In a few days, I joined college after the summers. Sometimes I felt mundane with my life and wondered if it would ever change. But with a new class and new books, I was indulged with studies. But that was only for a certain period.
Soon my devious mind was back at work. All the while, it is not like I wasn’t attracted to any other woman. I was attracted to many women whom I would see regularly. I fantasize about them. In all this, I realized that I was more attracted to older women than younger women.
The girls of my age never appealed to my tastes. With college, and studies I had little time to give attention to my mom. However, she was never out of my mind. But soon, with my dad devoting more time to his work, we are left more time with me, my mom, and my siblings.
I got a little more chance to be alone with her and, of course, along with my siblings. In recent times, my mind constantly went towards my mom and the experience I had with her. I longed to have it one more time. One day, my lecherous mind has found an opportunity.
She would wake me up for studies early in the morning. Sometimes these early mornings could be as early as 4 o’clock. It was one such fortunate morning. I was studying while she dozed off to a nap and was soon in a deep sleep. I stopped studying and started to look at her closely.
That was the first time I could see her so close. I started scanning her from toe to head. But the squatting position did not give me ample opportunity to examine the curves. Her lips got my attention, and there was an urge to kiss the lip in a moment.
I am not sure what came to my mind. I just moved my face close to her and looked at her for a second before placing my lips over hers. I squared my lips slightly over hers, especially my lower lip touching her lower lip. It was enough for a deluge of blood to rush towards my male hood.
It was only a few seconds. I pulled my face back, devouring the experience I shared with her, and got ready for the next one. When I placed my lower lip on hers again, she suddenly opened her eyes and caught me red-handed.
“What were you doing?” she said in a curt tone.
I was silent, my head buried in the book with embarrassment. I could not look at her. I was scared that she might tell dad, or she might beat me black and blue and create a scene early in the morning. I just sat there awaiting my fate.
“I asked, what were you doing?” she said now in a curt and pressing tone. I understood that she would not leave me until I spit something from my mouth. I was unsure what to say. But I managed to blurt out something like ‘nothing’ with my head still buried in the book.
She looked at me for a few seconds and left into the kitchen for her morning chores. That was the beginning of a new chapter of my adventures with my sleeping mom. Over the year, a very few times, I got a chance to be beside her while she is asleep and touch my lips to her.
After the summer of next year, it was decided that I will be home tutored. I was disappointed that I will miss college and aunties. I was feeling happy that I could now be close to my mom and enjoy the proximity. Days started passing, and we set ourselves to a routine.
Dad has left for his work, and when my siblings leave for school. It was now literally mom and me at home. Mornings used to be lessons, and post-lunch is my study hours. My mom goes for an afternoon nap after completing her household chores.
It was in that nap I found a chance for my misadventures. It was hard to track the days of my misadventures with her. But most of my afternoons are horny. I confine my adventures to the waist and lips. Any man would immediately make a note of the beautiful waist first.
I will start by touching the waist with the tip of the finger. Then slowly move to keep full finger and then slowly to two fingers. I could hardly reach a complete hand or 4 fingers. Sometimes, I get a chance to touch the lips. Rarely did I use to get a chance to touch the waist and lips at a time.
I remember such an instance a couple of times. But I immediately rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. It is not rosy all the time. There is a time when my adventures took the wrong turn. There were quite a few times that I was caught red-handed doing my adventures, and somehow I escaped.
Maybe she thought I was still a kid and doing what I am doing is out of being naïve. But I was too naïve to pass it as a naïve act. I know practically what I am doing. There are instances where I was caught, and dad came home. However, somehow it got passed as I was not studying properly.
In those moments, I could feel my heart pounding. My mom time and again saved my ass. But she never told anyone about my little misadventures with her, nor did she keep me away from her. I think she loved me too much, and I took complete advantage of it.
But soon, it was clear for her that for her elder son, she is more than a mom. I was not at all looking at her as a mom. That became clear as an acknowledgment that summer with an incident.
It was summer, and since dad was not at home, we siblings used to sleep with her. I was sleeping next to her, enjoying the proximity. Suddenly, when not expected the most, there was a knock on the door, and it was dad. My brother switched on the lights and rushed to open the door.
My mother, who was sleeping next to me, smiled a naughty kind of smile and said, “Your time is up now, babu. Go sleep with your grandmother in the next room.” And I could sense the kinkiness in her smile and an acknowledgment that ‘I know about you, son. But that’s enough.’
I had to leave to sleep in the next room with my grandmother. There are few such incidents where she made it evident that she knew my intentions and enjoyed them. Those were some sprout of moments, and immediately or the next day, she is my strict and loving mother.
After that, the whole summer was uneventful, although I wanted some adventures with her. Every day, I prayed for a chance to hold the tight, smooth, fleshy, cheese-like waist that does not have any folds. Her waist was my object of fantasy and obsession.
I started to go to college again. My private moments with mom were confined to weekends and, at times, evenings on some days. I hardly ever got a chance to touch her. My raging hormones are waiting for a chance to explore her assets. It was a month into college.
On a fine day as I was doing my homework suddenly there was a power cut. Both my siblings are playing outside, and I could hear their voices. I didn’t want to go out as I didn’t want my mom to get up to light the lamp and use the break. I was lying beside her and playing with my pen.
Suddenly my mom, out of the blue, said something that shocked me, “What would you have done if you are not my son?” she said. I was a bit confused, and I could sense that there was an underlying meaning to it. I tried to look at her face in the dim light coming from the ventilator above.
She had the same naughty smile on her face. Again I don’t know what came to my mind. My hand went over mid-riff and rested it on the smooth waist. I waited for my mom to react. But to my surprise, she did not react. I looked into her eyes and returned a smile holding her mid-riff.
Now tightening the grip on the mid-riff, I moved closer to her and almost reached over boobs. I was moving my face close. When I was an inch away from her face, the lights came back. Our eyes lingered, looking at each other for a second before we left each other.
There was a sound of footsteps in the next room approaching the room. As my brother entered the room, she got up, adjusting her sari. I jumped back, picking my book and trying to rummage through pages. He rushed into the kitchen, and she followed him.
I looked at her raising my head. Before she disappeared into the kitchen, she flashed a seductive, naughty smile at me, which I reciprocated. I got down to complete my homework for the day. A few minutes later, my brother also joined me, followed by my sister.
To be continued.
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